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New England in the 1630s: William and Katherine lead a devout Christian life with five children, homesteading on the edge of an impassable wilderness. When their newborn son vanishes and crops fail, the family turns on one another. Beyond their worst fears, a supernatural evil lurks in the nearby wood.

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Release Date : 2016-02-19
Casts : Kate Dickie, Ellie Grainger, Anya Taylor-Joy, Lucas Dawson, Ralph Ineson, Harvey Scrimshaw
Duration : 90 minutes runtime
Rating : 5.4


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The Witch Movie Storyline :
New England in the 1630s: William and Katherine lead a devout Christian life with five children, homesteading on the edge of an impassable wilderness. When their newborn son vanishes and crops fail, the family turns on one another. Beyond their worst fears, a supernatural evil lurks in the nearby wood.

Stars: Anya Taylor-Joy, Ralph Ineson, Kate Dickie

anonymous asked:

I just reread a large portion of your comic and found multiple points where I was literally reduced to tears. Is there ever any fear as an author and artist that you won't be able to convey the emotion you know to be present in the story? How do you go about facing that?

Wringing emotions out of the reader is quite honestly the point of almost any story. Why do we read fiction otherwise? We want to be excited or afraid or impassioned or saddened or inspired. We want to feel. So we turn to the trials and tribulations of fake people to wake up our hearts and engage us.

If I can’t manage to make you feel, I’ve frankly failed at my job.

At the risk of jinxing myself, I don’t fear this too much though. I find that as long as you are very true to your characters, the audience will respond. If you let your characters be who they are, then it’s only the biases of individual readers themselves that will keep them from growing invested. Sette is a good example. I let her be as brash, obnoxious, heartless, and mean as I know her to be ninety percent of the time. Some readers, understandably, cannot tolerate this and can’t deal with the comic because of her. I get that. I don’t blame ‘em.

But if you ARE able to tolerate her, she starts to grow on you. She comes alive for you, and as she learns to care about other people, you’re affected by it. Hopefully.

But you’ll never win over everyone, Anon. You can’t let fear of that stop you. Your characters and your story depend on you having the courage to place pencil to paper and breathe life into the work. They can’t exist without your time and bravery!

That really motivates me and guides me through any uncertanties. I want my characters to live and to entertain you. I want to give you a reason to feel and an entertainment outlet to distract you from whatever rotten things may be going on in your life. I take that calling very seriously!

Hopefully that answers the question :)

Andrew Lloyd Webber & Tim Rice: Alternate Universe 1979

ALW: Well, Tim, that Evita sure was fun. Whaddya wanna work on next?

Tim: Well, Andrew, see, I had this idea rolling around for a musical based on the Fisher/Spassky tournament back in 1972. I think there’s a lot of ground for social commentary and stuff there.

ALW: Gee, you know, that does sound contemporary and stuff, but y’know, I’ve been kinda wanting to do a musical based off this old book of T.S. Elliot poems. I think it’d be fun.

Tim: Hm, we seem to be at an impasse.

ALW: Indeed.

Tim: Wait! I got it, Andrew!

ALW: What is it, Tim?

Tim: Why not take both our ideas….and do them together?

ALW: YOu mean…

The Superlative Chemistry 11

Amy was surprised how easy the whole trip had been to arrange. Her mother had been ecstatic to hear she had been invited to try out for a real symphony. So excited that she had offered to put down the money for a room at a nice hotel for her stay. Amy told her it was not necessary The symphony would pay for it. In actuality Sheldon had already booked a rom for their stay.It was a shame that she would have to tell her mother she had not made it. Peggy would be so sad that she did not make it into the fake symphony.

Sheldon had an even easier time getting his mother to agree to the trip. Mary was already allowing both Missy and George to go to the beach for the week. Denying Sheldon a few days in Mississippi was sure to be met with a well reasoned and impassioned argument. Mary was even okay with Amy accompanying him on the journey. Mostly relieved she would not have to drive him or worry about him on a bus alone for six hours.

The days leading up to their trip were leaving Amy both nervous and excited. This would be the first time she had drove anywhere long distance. Six hours was a long trip especially since Sheldon would not be able to help her with any of the driving. Amy also had something she needed to tell Sheldon.

On the day Sheldon had asked her on this trip and she had run away from him she had never been madder. It was their first real fight but she doubted Sheldon even knew they were in a fight. For all the wonderful things about him he could be so obtuse sometimes. Amy happily drove Sheldon all over town without expecting anything from him. Now he wanted her to drive six hours away and lie to her mother again, but he couldn’t take her to a dance?

When she got home that day she checked the mail. In the mail was a thick letter from Caltech university. Months ago without telling Sheldon or her mother she had put her application into the prestigious university. Not telling her mother because she would be upset that she would even consider going to a school other than Harvard. Not telling Sheldon because she would be so embarrassed if she did not get in. Amy did not even know if she would go there if she was accepted. Harvard had been what she had wanted for so long. Then again she wondered if it had been what she wanted or what her mother told her she wanted. All her life she had blindly followed the path her mother had outlined for her. Would still be following that path if her eyes had not been opened to other options.

Now the letter was tucked unopened in her overnight bag. Almost afraid of what the letter said. All she knew that after she held the letter in her hand her anger at Sheldon dissipated. This letter could mean them not having to be separated after the summer. Or was she just being foolish following a boy. Either way she did not want to open the letter until after their trip together. Amy knew she loved him, but was following him right for her. They had never spent that much time together alone. Their mothers had kept an eagle eye watch on them ever since the Valentine’s day escapade. Maybe this time together, even if it was at a silly sci-fi convention, could help her make her decision. If she decided she wanted to go they would open the letter together. If she decided she still wanted to go to Harvard then she would throw the letter away unopened.

The morning of the trip Amy pulls into Sheldon’s driveway to fund him already sitting outside. He bounces up and bounds to her car like a kid racing to an ice cream truck. Sheldon throws his bag in the backseat and jumps into her passenger seat.

“You’re late.” He says adjusting his seat.

“My mother made me go over the do’s and don'ts of my trip again.” Amy says rolling her eyes remembering her mother’s lengthy lecture. The gist being don’t leave your hotel room unless necessary, talk go no one, trust no one, don’t get murdered.

“If we leave right now we can still make my timeline work.” Sheldon says as his mother runs out if the house waving her arms and yelling. Sheldon groans loudly and throws his head against the headrest.

“Don’t ya’ll leave without me speaking to you!” Mary says jogging up to the car. Amy rolls down her window and Mary pokes her head inside. “Now Amy you got some precious cargo with you. If anything happens to my baby I will hold you personally responsible.” Mary says winking to indicate she is only partially serious.

“Of course Mrs.Cooper.” Mary gives her the evil eye and Amy stammers. “Of course Mary. I will drive very carefully.”

“Now Amy… Does your mama know that you are driving Sheldon to this foolishness.” The look Mary gives her lets her know that she already knows the answer.

“No ma’am.” Amy admits hanging her head.

“Mother! Please don’t rat Amy out. Her mother would never let her go! I promise we aren’t going to do anything we aren’t supposed to do.” Sheldon pleads.

“Did I say I was?” Mary says putting her hand on her hip. “I trust ya’ll enough to let you do this. Just don’t do anything that will make me have to tell Amy’s mama about this.” Mary tells them winking and Sheldon and Amy look at each other surprised.

“We promise.” they both vow and Mary smiles at them and pulls her head out of the window. “Now ya’ll two skedaddle! Have fun and call me when you get there.” Mary Says slapping the car’s hood and walking back inside the house blowing them a kiss.

“Your mother scares me sometimes.” Amy tells Sheldon as they pull out of his driveway.

“Understandable.” Sheldon agrees nodding his head. “Your mother terrifies me.”

“If she terrifies you imagine how I feel around her. When she is around you she is on her best behavior.” Amy tells him.

“Then I would hate to see her at her worst.” He says.

“You have no idea.” Amy says thinking about all the times she was locked in the sin closet. Or the times her mother made her kneel on grits and pray for her sins. The grits felt like glass as they cut into her skin. Sometimes she had to kneel for hours praying for forgiveness,for any number of things. Lately it was mostly for her sass back. Amy had just had to do it again to atone for her sin of sneaking around with Sheldon and having improper thoughts about a boy. There were permanent scars on her knees from it. It’s why she had taken to wearing tights all the time to cover the abuse.“You really would.” Amy says quietly.


The drive while long is very fun. All through Texas Sheldon points out important landmarks to both Texas and his family.

“This is the cemetery they found my father passed out drunk in.” He says pointing out the window to a small church cemetery. Covered in ancient looking tombstones.

“Spooky ,was it Halloween?” Amy asks him.

“No he just lost his way trying to walk home from a bar.”

“That’s a long way from your house why was he walking?” She asks.

“The bartender took his keys, and he was drunk as a skunk. The man spent most of his life in an inebriated state.” Sheldon sighs as he points out another much larger cemetery with modern looking tombstones. “That is the cemetery where he is actually buried. Had to buy him an extra large coffin.”

“Do you ever go visit him?” She asks thinking of how long it had been since she visited her father’s grave.

“I assume by visit him you mean the plot of land where interred. Seeing as though he is dead and visiting him in the flesh is an improbable. To that question the answer is no. Unlike my mother and sister I feel no comfort in looking at and talking to the spot where his bones lay.” He says and then he gets quiet.

Sheldon remains quiet for hours until they hit the Louisiana state line. Once out of Texas he starts talking about the Louisiana purchase and other historical items about the state. Amy does’ t mind she likes the sound of his voice. Amy contributes other interesting facts as she remembers them and the second leg of their journey passes quickly.

“You know a lot about history Sheldon. Maybe you should think about becoming a history professor.” She deadpans barely able to keep the giggle out of her voice. Sheldon looks at her like she just suggested going to clown college. “Kidding Sheldon! Obviously you would never be happy regurgitating facts as a profession.” Amy says laughing and when it dawns on him that she was joking he starts laughing too.

“Good one Amy!” He says laughing. “Maybe you should become a professional driver. Go to Harvard to learn how to drive a taxi.” He snorts and Amy smiles at him then turns quiet. The mention of Harvard reminding her of the letter in her bag.

“Are you hungry Sheldon? We could stop and get something.” Amy asks her stomach growling.

“No need my mother packed us lunch. If we stop we add another hour to our travel time.” He says grabbing his backpack from between his legs and pulls out two sandwiches. He unwraps his takes a bite and places Amy’s on the console.

“How thoughtful.” Amy says reaching for her sandwich and he stops her.

“Maybe I should feed it too you so that you can maintain control over the vehicle?” He asks looking at her and she shakes her head no.

“That won’t be necessary Sheldon.”

“No I think it is a good idea. Here let me try.” He says unwrapping the sandwich and holding it up to her face. The sandwich hits her in the face and smears jelly on her cheek .Amy grabs it from his hand.

“That was more distracting than me just eating the damn sandwich.” She says taking a bite of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Language Amy!” He says scandalized and his horrified expression makes her giggle.

“Who is going to punish us for saying a bad word? It is just us in here? We can say whatever we want.” Amy reminds him and he looms like he is contemplating it.

“I still feel uncomfortable with the language.” He confirms.

The rest of the car trip passes by quickly and they make it to their destination in record time. It is almost two o’clock when they arrive and they had been driving since eight. When Amy pulls into the parking garage she is ready to stretch her legs. The convention isn’t until tomorrow, so they have an afternoon and night to kill. They check into the room and find that is one room with two side by side beds. Not that they mind sharing but it since Mary had booked it they were expecting separate rooms.

“What do you want to do until the convention?” Amy asks Sheldon but he is not listening to her.

“Ugh.” Sheldon scoffs looking around the room.

“What’s wrong?” Amy asks going to unpack her bags. Sheldon follows her and starts to do tbe same.

“Nothing, it’s just that this room reminds me of the many rooms I’ve had to stare with my siblings over the years during vacations. Mom and Dad in one bed the three of us sharing the other. My parents would leave us locked in the hotel room while they went to dinner. Missy and George would have pillow fights and build blanket forts. While I was shunned completely. Once they even locked me in a closet and I had to stay there all night because I fell asleep by the time my parents returned.” He says shaking his head sadly at the memory

“Oh Sheldon I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better I have never been included either. I’ve never had a pillow fight or built a blanket fort. My first and only sleepover was with you. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a sibling. At least I would have had someone to play with.”

“Or you could have ended up just as lonely and excluded.” He tells her.

“Let’s have a pillow fight!” Amy says excited wanting to change the subject from being sad and he rolls his eyes.

“Amy two seventeen year olds on their way to… “ he begins zipping up his suitcase but before he can finish Amy grabs a pillow off the bed and smacks him across the face with a it. He turns around and she thinks he is really angry until he walks calmly over to the bed and picks up a pillow.

“So it’s going to like that Ms. Fowler?” He asks deadly calm swinging the pillow in his hand. “I am going to show you what happens to girls who assault men with pillows without warning.” He says holding the pillow up over his head.

“If you can catch me first!” Amy says running away from him. He chases her around the room until she hops on the bed. He hops on the other one wielding his pillow.

“Admit defeat!” He yells and Amy hits him with her pillow.

“Never!” She yells as he hits her with his pillow and bounces from his bed to her bed. Amy hits him with her pillow again in the stomach. Then bounces off to the next bed. Sheldon follows her and with one bounce knocks her onto the bed. He gets on top of her and gently hits her with the pillow making her scream with laughter.

“Do… You…admit… Defeat?” He asks as he hits her with the pillow. Knocking her glasses off making them fall onto the floor.

“Okay! You win! Get off!” She yells and he gets off her and smirks at her.

“I am the master of both tickle and pillow…” He says smugly as Amy hits him with her pillow again and jumps on top of him. Beating him with the pillow in his head and chest as she straddles him.

“Who’s the master now?” She asks as he flips her over and fits himself between her legs. They are both sweaty and breathless from the exertion.

“Still me.” He says leaning down to kiss her.

It had been so long since they were able to kiss like this. Amy feels like her entire body is on fire. Her reaction to his kiss almost embarrass her as she wraps her arms and legs around him to pull him as close as possible. Her hands can’t help themselves and they find themselves winding up his shirts to feel his skin. They kiss for what feels like hours and Amy hopes it never stops.

When he breaks the kiss he sits up and pulls off his shirts again to give her better access. Then instead of going back to her mouth he starts lightly kissing her neck. He starts working on the buttons of her sweater. When he has pulled that off he starts on the her blouse. Pulling it open and gently kissing her collarbone to the tops of her still covered breasts. There is no reason to tell him to stop. They are all alone, no one is going to walk in on them and find them like this. There was no reason not to go all the way with him right here, right now. Only something about it doesn’t feel quite right yet.

“Sheldon we…”

“Should stop. I agree.” He says rolling off her and laying beside her. “I am sorry I crossed a line.”

“No, I don’t mind what we were doing. I’m just not ready for more.” She tells him and he looks at her seriously.

“Neither am I.” He admits and she leans in to kiss him again.

Just a soft kiss on the lips. Yet when their lips connect again there is no stopping them. Amy curls into his body gently caressing face.Sheldon pulls off her shirt and then unhooks her bra and pulls that off too. They kiss passionately their hands exploring each others naked flesh. The feeling of her bare breasts rubbing against his chest was enough to send waves of pleasure through her body. Then when he kisses a path down from her neck to them again. Taking them into his hands and kissing each tip the waves of pleasure crash down on her. Amy has never felt like that before like a bomb had exploded inside her sending aftershocks of pleasure throughout her entire body.

“That was something else.” Amy says gulping when he comes back up to her face. Still riding the high of what she had just experienced. Looking into his handsome was his lips swollen from kissing his blue eyes bright. Amy can’t keep her secret from him anymore. “Sheldon there is something I have been wanting to tell you.” She says getting up and pulling her shirt back on and buttoning it back up. She finds her glasses which had been knocked off during the pillow fight and thankfully not broken and puts them on. She retrieves the letter from her bag and hands it to him. He sits up and takes it flipping it over in his hands to read the front.

“It’s from Caltech, what are they sending you?” He asks.

“I applied months ago and never told you. I did not want you to think less of me if I couldn’t get in. I still don’t know if I got in or not. I want you to open it for me.” Amy tells him sitting beside him on the bed.

“Very well.” He says opening the letter up and skimming its contents. “Congratulations Ms. Fowler you are going to Caltech.” He says excited hugging her.

“I got into Caltech, I still may not be going. I also got into Harvard. Now I don’t know what I want to do.” Amy sighs.

“Why on earth would you not want to go to Caltech if you got in? You only want to go to Harvard because that’s where your mother wants you to go.” He says annoyed.

“Yeah and I only want to go to Caltech because you want me to. I have not decided what Amy wants to do.” She says hotly.

“It would be silly to turn this down.” He says.

“Maybe I am silly.” Amy says grabbing her sweater and bag and storming out of the room. Sheldon looks after stunned. How did they go from having so much fun to fighting.

“Amy wait!” He calls pulling on his shirts as quickly as he can. “You’re not even wearing your bra.” He calls looking at the discarded garment.

Sheldon leaves the room and tries to find Amy. He hopes she has not gone to far. He was miserable with directions and would never be able to find his way back to the hotel. If Amy was so made that she left in her car he would be stranded. He races into the hotel lobby and then he sees her standing by one of the ballroom entrances. Amy looks so tiny and out of place standing in the middle if the lobby. He walks over to her and reads the sign she is looking at.

“Welcome South Jackson class of 1996 Senior Prom.” He reads and she looks over at him.

“Sorry I ran away again. Some people fight. Some people run. I am a runner.” Amy admits.

“It’s evolutionary.” Sheldon explains. “I am a bit of a runner myself.”

“Come on let’s go back to the room.” Amy says taking his hand.

“No wait, let’s go inside.” Sheldon says gesturing at the closed ballroom doors.

“Why we aren’t exactly dressed for prom Sheldon.” She says trying to tug him away.

“That’s the beauty part of it we don’t have to be. The sign says that their Prom will not start until eight. It is only six right now. The ballroom is most likely decorated and abandoned.” He says pulling her over to the doors and pushing them open. The inside is decorated in what the banner proclaim is “A night under the stars theme” theme. Everything is silver and black with stars hanging everywhere.

“It’s like they knew we were gate crashing.” Amy says looking around in awe.

“Improbable but it is still a nice effect.” Sheldon agrees leading her to the dance floor. “Shall we dance?”

“We can’t dance there is no music.” Amy says laughing as he grabs her hands.

“Then I will just have to sing for you.” He says as he begins crooning. “Are the stars out tonight? I don’t know if it’s cloudy…or bright… I only have eyes , for you, dear!” He sings exaggerated making her laugh.

“Why are you being so sweet?” Amy asks as he sways them to the imaginary music.

“Aren’t I always sweet?” He asks wounded.

“You endeavor to be, but you don’t always succeed.” Amy says teasing him and he smirks.

“You caught me, I have an ulterior motive. I have been trying to figure out the best way to ask you. This opportunity arises and I couldn’t pass it up.”

“Oh?” Amy asks curiously.

“Amy Farrah Fowler will you go to prom with me?” He asks and she jumps up and kisses him on the mouth.

“Is that a…?””

“It’s a yes Sheldon!” Amy says wrapping her arms around him and hugging his neck. They look into each other’s eyes and sway. Until the door to the ballroom opens and the proms organizers yell at them to leave.

necerosreviews asked:

Is there any chance of us ever getting to see the conversation that Peter and Stiles' dad had on the phone in Whatever Works? Because I am desperately curious. :D

Hahaha, can you even imagine?

“So, which of Stiles’ friends that he has on speed dial is this?”

“This is Sheriff Tom Stilinski of the Beacon Hills PD. Google me. I’ll wait.”

“I know perfectly well who you’re claiming to be. I just have no reason to believe that’s who you actually are.”

“Well, I’m not about to give you my social security number, so it seems that we’re at a bit of an impasse. But since you didn’t ask, I founded Single Soulmates to help people who had lost their soulmates find company that would help them be less miserable. And if you had actually read beyond the subheading, you would know that. But you’re so desperate to find fault with my son that you’re pretending you don’t know something that you certainly do know. So here’s an idea: if you call my kid a hooker one more time, I’m going to go down to that fancy penthouse of yours and kick the shit out of you.”

“…..all right, then.”

Two Weeks

Pairing: Female Lavellan/Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford

Rating: SFW

Tags: Fluff, Matchmaking, Modern AU

Word Count: 1258 

Macaria works for a catering company that her best friend owns and operates. At a boring fancy event, she meets a certain Officer on leave. Suddenly, she is very interested in what her next two weeks will hold.

Macaria sighed as she pulled her black hair back into a ponytail. Another three hours of serving little trays of delicious goodies to some typically self-important people. And she had already been here since four this afternoon preparing everything. Good thing she loved her boss.

“The figs and goat cheese next, I think Mackie,” Rose called out to her and Macaria grimaced at her friend. Rose laughed, her hands busy placing new delectables on another tray. Macaria easily balanced the silver platter on her palm, then headed towards the door from the kitchen.

She took a deep breath and pasted on a professional smile. With this type of group you didn’t want to be impassive, but you didn’t want to be too friendly either. A cool, faded smile. Something to not draw attention to yourself; the exclusive required it.

Pushing open the door, Macaria slipped into the crowd. Polite chatter rose over delicate instrumentals coming from four musicians playing in the corner. Laugher would chime out occasionally, airy and light. These people seemed to have no cares in the world.

But for some of them, she knew that wasn’t true. Interspersed throughout the crowd were men and women each adorned in similar uniforms. Pristine white jackets and slacks, medals on their left breast and shining silver metalwork. Whatever this event was for, the top brass of the Inquisition were present.

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anonymous asked:

"inviting him inside the changing room" okay but eto trying on a dress and innocently asking kaneki to come in and zip up the back before she corners him right in that tiny space, fingers hooked around his tie and a flirtatious smile, and he's trying very hard to keep an impassive expression but he's also very turned on at the same time ; )

je sus
Yes, all of this yes. Kaneki can’t help to touch/caress the area above her kakuhou, finger tips tickling the sensitive area.. Unfortunately, they get interrumpted when people approach the changing rooms, Kaneki tries to get out but— Eto holds him against the wall and.. they just make sure not to make so much noise…

I would really love to have more people in my life who can really get behind my impassioned rants and not look like it drains them of the will to live. I want people to be able to engage with my energy instead of being silent and unresponsive as though they’re just waiting for the storm to pass. I don’t just rant about bad things, often I want to share brilliant and amazing things and how happy they make me. But it seems like I just intimidate people. And I’ve tried stifling my energy and passion and enthusiasm and it makes me so miserable. I’m not willing to shrink myself. I want to be big and bold and loud and happy and enthusiastic and I want other people to be able to respond with “YELL HEAH!” instead of “……”

anonymous asked:

Hello Mr. Nocturn. Me and my friend have been playing a horror webseries, and we've entered a bit of impasse. He wants it to be a Slenderseries and I don't. He's really adamant about it too. What do I do?

Introduce him to the List of Slenderseries. Let him scroll through. Challenge him to keep an active count of every title he sees that doesn’t have a strikethrough line.

After he gets through counting, ask him how he feels about the idea of being another item on that list. Take notice of the letter at which he stops counting, and then make the point that he didn’t finish going through that alphabet if he stops short of the end. I personally made it up to 200 right around the beginning of “N.” That’s just the 14th letter of a 26-letter alphabet.

This is the lesson I felt was necessary to impart with my prior outburst about starting a new series using Slenderman. I don’t want new webseries to become another title on a list composed of over 200 items, especially when it’s only just over halfway that you make it to 200.

It needs to come down to why he’s so adamant about making it a Slenderseries. Feel free to make whatever you wish, but he must be made aware of the huge risk of becoming an item on the list. If he wishes to do it for fun and filming or editing practice, absolutely go for it, there’s no harm in it. But if it’s the endeavor of a young creator stepping out to establish their first major project, he must know the risk. The ocean of Slenderseries is real, and it’s vast, and I don’t want new ships getting lost out to sea on their maiden voyage. Drowning is a horrible, painful experience, and I encourage not stepping in a direction that will lead to that kind of pain.

Once you have this talk, ask him what is is about Slenderman series that he actually loves. Everything besides Slenderman–find out what he finds thrilling, exciting, and intriguing, and come to a compromise that you can utilize all those things, but in a new and unique way involving a new monster and not incorporating specific elements (or symbols, logos, names, etc) of existing series. 

It’s most likely what he loves about these series that’s probably making him so adamant, and not the use of Slenderman himself. You find out what those things are, and then have him come to realize you can still do all of that, but in a way that’s fresh and unique and, most likely, even more exciting than Slenderman.

Impassioned as it was—and as equally forbidden–he felt every moment of their first deep kiss, for it was exactly as he had been imagining for weeks now, and even more.  It was the sugar he craved for his coffee in the morning; it was the secret that is too good to keep to one’s self; it was the way a beautiful piece of music elevates the human spirit, allowing for sweet inspiration.  It was, at last, an antidote to the loneliness that sometimes lived behind the face he showed the world.  And it had to be just about the poorest timing of his life…
—  from an upcoming chapter of The One That Got Away
Fic: Knight!Audrey/Prince Nathan crackfic

Late offering for the halfamoon AU prompt and for Naudrey Night. Fairytale AU complete and utter crack.

Audrey sighed into the hilt of her sword as she pressed her chin to it and glared at the vista ahead. Her armour was heavy with the rain and the forest ahead looked as impassable as the high walls of the castle beyond. Was it necessary to save the prince tonight? She contemplated going back to the inn she’d passed a while back and embracing a warm bed for the night and a hot drink instead. He’d been cursed for years, he wasn’t going to be any less cursed in the morning.

This whole process was beginning to rather perplex her. Howard had been so very insistent, and after what the last three princes had been like, she’d be just about at the point where this one would only need to be somewhere approaching adequate for her to agree to enter into Howard’s damn alliance, if she hadn’t… Well, if she hadn’t kind of discovered that she liked saving princes rather better than she liked the princes themselves. Certainly the puzzles were interesting, there was a challenge to negotiating enchanted forests even though she generally preferred better weather, and slaying vicious guardian beasts was both exhilarating and satisfying. In fact, by now she was sort of hoping that this prince was just as obnoxious and useless as the last several…

Well. He was not going to save himself while she stood waiting. (Very, very true, on past example.) She hefted her sword properly for hacking the twisty branches and hoped there was a dragon. She could use a good workout to exercise the chill from her waterlogged limbs.

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I wonder what he sees in her
or does he see at all?

Does he admire the gilded frame
of the feckless silvered mirror
or does he see the cracks
at the faded edges of her?

Is he impassioned by the letters
that break free her claws of honeyed wisps
or is he aware that behind the words
lies a world, jaded on her lips.

Is it that in the nearest bazaar
of many a curio he came across
she struck him the strangest
and also the other bazaars were too far.

Does he truly see her,
see the smile on brittle lips,
the faint blush on her cheeks,
the muted pain in her eyes,
the confident passion in her speech?

Does he admire her spirit,
her childlike curiosity?
Does he identify with her daily struggle
with her own mediocrity?

If not then,he doesn’t truly see
all or any of her.
And so he should leave her
for counterparts better.

But letting go is a skill
she is learning still.
And so late at night
and well into dawn,
she allows the very same
questions to haunt.

I wonder what he sees in her
or does he see at all?
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“ New England in the 1630s: William and Katherine lead a devout Christian life with five children, homesteading on the edge of an impassable wilderness. When their newborn son vanishes and crops fail, the family turns on one another. Beyond their worst fears, a supernatural evil lurks in the nearby wood. ”

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Release Date : 2016-02-19
Casts : Lucas Dawson, Ellie Grainger, Anya Taylor-Joy, Ralph Ineson, Kate Dickie, Harvey Scrimshaw

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New England in the 1630s: William and Katherine lead a devout Christian life with five children, homesteading on the edge of an impassable wilderness. When their newborn son vanishes and crops fail, the family turns on one another. Beyond their worst fears, a supernatural evil lurks in the nearby wood.

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Release Date : 2016-02-19
Category : Horror
Casts : Kate Dickie, Lucas Dawson, Harvey Scrimshaw, Anya Taylor-Joy, Ralph Ineson, Ellie Grainger
Runtime : 90 minutes

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