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nicolesainz · 1 year

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You are in love (CS 55)

Carlos Sainz x f!reader Summary: Carlos being the sweetest human alive, confessing how much he loves you, whilst having a chat with Lando and revealing past secrets Warnings: only damn fluff (inspired by ‘in between’ by gracie abrams and obviously ‘love story’)

"Man, I think you two have been stuck" Lando points to Carlos's arms with an eye roll following.

"What are you talking about?" Carlos was confused as he didn't understand Lando's supposedly joke.

"From all the honey dripping between ya" He lets out an annoyed tongue click and sips some of his coffee.

Carlos looked at me, wanting to hold back laugh and ready to respond to his friend with a snarky comment.

"I regret introducing the two of you. Well, it's all my mothers fault, so she's to blame" the Mclaren driver complains, scrolling through his phone, taking pictures of us.

"Remind me to thank her actually. I owe her for sending me to you. If it hadn't been for me moving to London, this may not had happen" I cup Carlos's cheeks, giving him a soft kiss.

"Well, it's Lando's mum and fate too! Maybe, well, not actually. I am sure our paths were aligned, that is why we found each other" Carlos holds me tighter and closer to his body, now on top of his lap.

"Since when did you become all cheesy and shit man?" Lando spits out, earning a giggle from me.

"You forget I grew up with three women in the house. Romantic stories, songs, books and movies were a Saturday traditions" Carlos explains as I envision a younger version of himself, sitting on the couch with his sisters and mother, watching movies which had happy endings between the main characters and my heart instantly fills up with sweetness.

"I think it's also because you are a lot in Italy. England hadn't gotten you this soft and sweet" Lando is true. Whenever Carlos isn't working but is still in Italy, we visit Tuscany and Verona. Carlos secretly wrote a letter to Juliet and stuck it in between the other letters, written by romantically helpless women. He still thinks I didn't see him, but I couldn't have a better vision of it.

Never in my life, had a man with such pure heart and feelings following it. Carlos is one of earths wonders and maybe fate did bring us together.

"Will it make you happy if I told you that he took me on a date to Bernabéu, so we could watch the semi finals between Real Madrid and Chelsea?" I say to the English man, with a smirk on my face.

"Did you? Cheeky man! Of course Real would be his first love. Sorry, Y/N, don't take this the wrong way" Lando burst out a loud laugh, holding his stomach.

"Please don't remind me of this day. I should have taken you somewhere else. I regret it" Carlos lowers his head and I still cant stop smiling. I raise his head, giving him a small pout and another kiss on the lips.

"You regret it because Real lost. Not because of anything else. Plus, I was an unlucky charm. My englishness erupted that day"

"And it's not true. I love you more than Real" he caresses my back and leans his head on my shoulder. I know he does. He has proven this more times than I can possibly count.

I can't think of a person I love more than Carlos. He brought me back to daylight after a really difficult period of my life and a heartbreaking departure of my ex boyfriend.

He had given me anything I could possibly ask for. He is an angel on earth.

"This is true. When I first introduced you too, not two months had gone by when he started asking me 'Is Y/N ever gonna visit again?', 'Will she attend another Grand Prix'. I was going insane. That's why I kept sending you tickets, hoping you accepted them. He wouldn't shut up"

Carlos may seem like tough and smooth on the outside, but on the inside he is the biggest sweetheart one can ever meet. So genuinely nice and humble. My heart stopped when I heard this part of the story I didn't know.

"You're not innocent either. You kept looking at his insta, asking me if he had a girlfriend or seeing anyone. Oh the nights I spent trying to convince you otherwise and praising him at your eyes"

My cheeks redden when Lando reveals this secret in front of Carlos. I don't really mind now that we are together. If we kept on hiding our feelings from each other, I would have felt embarrassed.

"Oh cariño! I only had eyes for you, since the moment we met. You took my break away and had to get to you somehow. All I knew was that I was determined to achieve this goal" Carlos exclaims, earning a childish giggle and grin from me.

Oh boy, I felt like a teenager all over again. Like the first time we met. My heart was fluttering as if I was jumping non stop on a trampoline. His words swooned me away!

“Being with you is the best choice I’ve ever made. Smartest, wisest and worthy of everything! I love you forever Carlos!”

My head is leaning on his chest, listening to the fast beating of his heart. I put my hand on my chest and the other on his, feeling the synchronicity of the two hearts.

It’s the most beautiful sensation in the entire world! Pure magic.

“Mi amor, I could never imagine a life without you. You are my life and hope you continue to be for years and years to come”

We share one final kiss before being interrupted by Lando once more

“I definitely ain’t third wheeling here, at all people! Please don’t let my presence interrupt ya”

Me and Carlos giggle, being removed from his lap but still holding hands.

Holding on to each other for as long as possible. Not wanting to lose one another.

#carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz junior #carlos sainz x y/n #carlos sainz fluff

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theflagscene · 2 months

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Wait! How!? When!? Where!? How is White suddenly there!? How did Tee meet White!? You can’t just play upbeat music and have the boys running around to show the passage of time and not explain how the fucking villain of the story got the most adorably innocent lil princess boyfriend on the planet!

Phee, bringing Jin on a date to the same place you and Non liked to go is just weird. I hate people who use the same ‘date’ spots for their new partners that they used with their past partners and no, this isn’t me projecting, why do you ask!? Lmao 😂 shut up it’s still tacky af

‘Friend’ the dreaded word.

What is with the ass slapping and window sex!? I mean, I get that they’re supposed to 18 year old boys, who are by definition perverted, but that was some porn level shit. Also, again, no prep. Phee wasn’t even the one blown so it’s not like they were even using spit for lube, or an already lubed condom. What is this, another ABO show? Just having the dudes slick and sliding all over one another apparently.

Ta’s got a decent ass at least, good for him.

“Did you cheat on my brother?” Nah, pretty sure they broke up when Phee saw him being raw dogged by the teacher and then told him to go die, but whatever helps you sleep at night Tan.

“Don’t fall in love with him.” Yeah, I think it’s too late for that.

Oh, mom is not looking so great. Hmm, something tells me that video isn’t real. Mom knows what’s up, it’s finally hit her, her baby’s dead. The actress did a fantastic job of a mother realizing the truth of the death of her child, it’s a startling realization that does take your legs out from under you. Your mind blanks, you can’t think about anything but the last time you saw them, the last terrible thing you said, all you can do is try not to scream. - That got a little too dark and real, sorry.

news.boc.com Cute BoC, very cute.

How long were Phee and Jin supposed to have been fucking by now? Weeks? Months? Because Jin has gotten very emotionally invested very quickly, which is appropriate for teenagers I suppose.

Two years, so they’d be in their what, second year of uni? Tan has gone full mad scientist I see.

Wait, he called to tell Tan that his mom was dead and it was her funeral that day and he just showed tf up! When his dad thought he was still in England!? Lmao, that’s fricking hilarious. I know, I know, wrong reaction to this scene but I’m weird, what can I say.

Oops, bye bye daddy. No wonder Tan is so fucking nuts! That would drive anyone insane. He literally needs Non to be alive otherwise he’s lost everything for nothing.

Is Tan his own guinea pig for his drugs!? Jesus dude, get some help.

Question, were Phee and Jin fucking during their time at university too? Or are you telling me all this ‘I love him’ crap was from one night of decent dick and a few ‘best friend dates’? Like the math ain’t mathing, establish a better timeline here for me when it comes to their relationship because in the first episode it made it seem like they were screwing around for a really long time, months at the very least. But now it seems like they fucked around a couple times in one 12 hour period, Jin decided that was enough to wanna date, caught Phee in a mood because of the fake news report and then they just… what? Kept fucking? Stopped? Jin carried a torch for him for over two years after one night together? Acted like a scorned lover for years because of a single teenaged tryst? Not to be that guy, but girl, you’re coming off a little desperate. I need a more accurate timeline!!!

“This won’t kill them.” Tan, could you try and be a tad more convincing when saying that?

That was a fantastic look from Tan to end on, ngl. Although someone needs to save baby White!

Next episode, we’re back in the present for the most part it seems. Jin somehow still trusts Phee, Fluke somehow gets the gun back and oh look, he holds White hostage, poor bb did nothing, leave him alone! And Tee clearly does know what happened to both Non and Keng as he runs up onto the roof where his uncle is to see the pair… unconscious? Dead? One of each?

I want some backstory about how White fits into all of this next time as well, that would be great. Although considering how little the timeline of events during grade 12 are fully explained, I doubt knowing more about White would make very much sense at this point.

#Lynn watches DFF #dff the series #dff spoilers #dead friend forever #pheejin #teewhite

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im2tired4usernames · 2 months

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@oceanlaceagate

Well ok you asked for explaining so I'm so sorry about the rant that's bound to happen I have beef with this woman like many many MANY homeschool co-op mothers I would like to meet her IN THE PIT

uh I guess trigger warning possibly would be like food diets and possibly eating disorders I'm not sure but I would rather be safe then accidentally harm you friend?

my mother was a crunchy homeschool nutter and her entire social group was crazy homeschool mom cultists.They were all obsessed with clean godly eating and losing weight they constantly kept repeating that they needed to treat their bodies like temples and it really wasn't healthy or good for so many reasons.

well one of the women in that group for as long as i can remember (I've know this lady since I was a lil kid) she believes it's impossible for European women to get fat because of *spins the wheel*

She just has some fucked up made up facts about Europe in general like WARNING SHE'S ACTUALLY ON PURPOSE STUPID

like she has for as long as I can remember believed with E V E R Y FIBER in her body (i have argued so much with her she will not budge in her world this is fact) no one once they hit preteens in france eats bread.

France home of the croissant, baguette and many other carbs bready bakery wonders...

Yeah no one there eats bread that is why French women are so thin and healthy they don't eat bread or any kind of sweets! (She and my mom then tried to make me do that for a bit they were always "suggesting" diets on me it sucked in expecting the thm diet and the melted butter+coffee+ apple cider vinegar diet to have fucked up my body somehow)

Apartly in her world no one in Ireland uses any kind of fat when I asked her to explain wtf that meant she said no one in Ireland uses oil or butter which like..

No that makes no sense where did she even come up with that?!I

Once I took a picture of like some fancy imported butter from Ireland at the store to show her and she and the other moms all straight up walked away and would not look at it. They would not talk to me kept actually doin the "talk to the hand" thing and covering their ears and telling me I'm wrong and stupid and to shut up they will not look at the evidence.

This woman is in her late forties to early fifties she has convinced half the homeschool mother cult that no one in France eats bread with no evidence other then she said so!!!!!

They honest to God believe it also!!!!

Recently she was trying to tell me that no one in the UK eats chicken that it's "looked down on as a disgusting poor man's food" she just went on n on on this long crazy rant that made no sense at all but she acted like she was very intelligent and cultured for knowing this.

My best friend and wife is from the UK and frankly i quickly asked them and they were able to point out this lady is just batshit insane.

Like my wife mentioned there's Nandos everywhere in the UK and that serves chicken mainly I have no clue where she's getting her info or ideas.

She got super angry amd defensive and has gone off saying she has two sources "two very reliable very real and very British people who totally aren't made up there her real Facebook friends that told her yup no one in the uk eats chicken only the USA makes fried chicken poor England is missing out on chicken because they're a bunch of snobs who think it's poor people food" so that's what she believes despite a lot of common sense and evidence to prove otherwise but "how dare I question an elder?!'

I really can't explain it like there's no logic or facts in it I myself don't understand it? I have gotten into many fights with this women.

So many fight

so so so many fights

Stupid amounts of fights

not just over this but like over everything under the sun I swear this woman is living a different reality then everyone else.

she just makes stuff up on a fly and then somehow convinces herself and like a dozen other women in they're 40s-50s that everyone in Europe is significantly skinner because they just happen to not eat the food that one lady dislikes...

like I can't really explain more then that this woman has no evidence, refuses to listen to evidence and has the firmest faith in stupidity I've ever seen it's truly kinda terrifying i wish i had her self confidence but also just wow....

I don't think that she's normal I think a lot of American children do actually learn about other countries? I learned about other countries when I was really young my mom would focus on one a month and then I'd have to do a lil presentation at the end of the month in front of my grandad and we'd cook a meal with some traditional foods from there if possible I had a lot of fun learning recipes from all over the world and we'd get a monthly cd with music from all over the world it was so cool! one of my favorite games when I was little with my grandad was he'd spin the globe point at random n then i had to say thw county, the capital, a famous food item from there and one history fact is famous person if I knew one and it was SO MUCH FUN!!!

maybe it's a new homeschool thing or a church thing or maybe this lady is just straight up purposely stupid I'm not sure? I have no fuckin clue this woman is insane I avoid her every chance I can.

#rants #ignore me I'm stupid #just yeah #she was one of my mom's bffs and lord she made life hell #Narnia a book written by a Catholic man with DJ much religious imagery and symbolism in every single book in the book series #and progressively gets more n more christan the further into the series you get #was evil and satanic #she yelled at me for liking old yeller #she was CRAZY #but the scary thing is she got a lot of women believing her every word especially European diet shit it was CRAZY #only Americans have addresses no one else dose i guess according to her she got my grandma to believe that for a bit until i pointed out #THE MILLIONS OF BOOKS WRITTEN BY A BILLION AUTHORS ALL OVER THE WORLD THAT MENTION ATREET NAMES AND ADDRESSES #LIKE EXAMPLES PRIDE N PREJUDICE AND SHERLOCK HOLMES HABE ADDRESSES MENTIONED #JUST TWO BOOKS NOT WRITTEN BY AMERICAN OR RECENT WITH ADDRESSES #that got my gran to think a bit but that lady thinks they must have been influenced by Americans aomehow shes SO STUPID IT FILLS ME W RAGE #her daughter told me jesus didn't eat seafood and seafood was unbibical #i.... I do not understand #like do you know where jesus lived do you know what some of his friend's jobs was or like the sermon on the Mount #dis you not read the Bible? why you mad ay me for eating all the time #now that i think of it a lot of times her crazy food things tend to be things i was currently eating kr talking about that i enjoyed eating #huh #weirdo lady #she yelled at me for eating two Oreos once #like yeah i wasn't being greedy but yeah she really got mad over that #now that my mom's passed she texts me randomly because she misses my mom n i think she wants me to fill the void i feel kinda bad for her #but i can't #i can't be her friend not after the shit she influenced my mom too be so cruel to me in the name of God growing up #i will not be her friend #that and she's stupid ofcorse people eat chicken bread and butter that's kinda the most basic human foods i feel like #EVERYBODY HAS BREAD EVERYWHERE BREAD IS THE MOST HUMAN THING

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corinnesamuels · 6 months

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Guarding the Gates

Chapter 19: Half Past Ten

“You can’t be serious.” Lily laughs as James shrugs.

“Ask Remus when we get back to England. He threatened to hit me with a silencing jinx after a while.”

They’ve spent most of the morning in bed after Mr. Phillips’ security meeting. The Prime Minister didn’t have any obligations until the evening and decided to spend his day enjoying the grounds of the estate. Lily had to swat James’ leg after hearing him mutter something about having some ideas of what he’d like to spend his day enjoying. James, the lecher, only smirked.

They’ve been together all of ten hours, and he’s already driven her half insane.

Now they’re in bed—in bed!—sharing stories of all the times they’d sworn the other knew about their feelings. All the missed signals and all the times they’d gone out of their way to spend time with the other. Including the time James apparently tried to convince Remus to give up a few locks of hair so that James could make a Polyjuice Potion and go on rounds with Lily.

“And he never budged? Good on him.”

James rolls his eyes. “Well, I offered him an obscene amount of Honeydukes once that made him hesitate. But he couldn’t be bought, turns out.” Then he looks down at her with a soft smile, and Lily feels her breath catch.

This is really happening, she thinks. Her eyes flutter closed as he leans down to kiss her, his hands wandering across her bare skin as if he’s trying to memorize the feel of her.

“Do you know what else I’ve been wondering about?” Lily asks as James pulls her even closer to him, tracing lazy patterns across her hip before trailing his nose up the column of her neck and nipping at her ear.

“What’s that?”

Lily is so distracted that she has a difficult time remembering what it is she’d been wondering about. “That muggle restaurant we went to before we left England, our server whispered something in your ear but I didn’t catch it.”

James pauses for a moment, furrowing his brow as he thinks. “You mean after we went to Gringotts? Neil?”

“That’s his name.” Lily nods. “He whispered something to you, and you looked at him and said ‘tell me about it.’” She imitates James’ voice at the end, pulling a laugh from him.

“He said you were the fittest fucking thing he’d ever seen.”

“You’re lying.” Lily gives him a playful shove. “Really, James. What did he say?”

“I’m being serious. That’s literally what he said. Verbatim.” James assures her. “And I couldn’t agree more. The boy has excellent taste. In women and in quidditch.”

Lily snorts and shakes her head. “He seemed like such a sweet kid.”

“He probably is love, just a sweet kid whose hormones have kicked in.”

Lily can only shake her head.

They’ve been quiet for a moment when James laughs again. “Is that what you think I sound like?”

“What?”

“Tell me about it.” James echoes Lily’s earlier impression of him.

“It’s a very good imitation! Even Marlene says so, and she’s not easy to impress.”

“Oh? You’ve done impressions of me before, then?”

Lily blushes, and the smile on James’ face turns mischievous.

“Tell me.” He grabs her wrists, rubbing tantalizing circles around the inside of them with his thumbs.

Lily rolls her eyes and, with a dramatic sigh, begins to tell him about how frustrated she would find herself being after rounds during their seventh year. How she would complain to her friends about how she just wanted James to walk into the Head's office and say, “Alright, Evans?” before kissing her senseless.

James shakes his head before letting out a laugh so loud Lily nearly jumps. She finds herself a bit miffed at it until he speaks again. “As hard as I worked to get on a first-name basis with you, it’s ‘Alright, Evans’ that gets you going? You should have just said so.”

Lily blushes again. “It’s not you using my name that does it. It’s the way I imagined you saying it, drawling, with that lazy grin of yours.” She bites her bottom lip as she imagines the scenes her 17-year-old mind used to create about him. And though they haven’t slept much, as she looks at his tousled hair and lips and hands … she finds herself wanting to act a few of them out.

They spend the next hour getting James’ ‘Alright, Evans?’ just right, practicing on parts of her body until they found themselves otherwise occupied.

“What time is it?” Lily asks later as she indulges in a languid stretch. She smiles as relief seeps into her tired muscles and even more as her skin brushes against James in the process.

James rubs a hand over the elongated angle of her body before she curls back into him. His glasses are sitting on the nightstand next to the bed, tossed there haphazardly as they’d returned from the morning’s staff meeting. She isn’t sure how well he can actually see her (I’ve got you close enough to see you just fine. He’d told her, before demonstrating what all he could do with their closeness), but the look in his eyes makes it seem as if he could almost see through her.

“Not telling.”

Lily laughs. “Why not? I wasn’t aware that the time was a secret.”

“If I tell you what time it is …” James trails his fingers across her skin, slower than before, as he dips his lips down to her neck. “Then you’ll want to put your clothes back on. And I’m trying to avoid that at all costs, you see.”

Lily’s hand goes into his hair as he continues his ministrations, allowing her eyes to drift shut for a few more moments. But as much as she’d like to continue James’ current pursuits, they still have a job to do. As her sense of duty pushes its way to the forefront of her mind, she tightens her thighs around James and flips them over so he is now lying beneath her. Lily doesn’t miss the way James’ face—and a few other things—light up at this new positioning. But she merely smirks as she reaches over to grab his watch from the nightstand.

“Half past ten.” She says as James groans in disappointment.

“I thought we agreed to not checking the time?”

“I never agreed to that, love.” Lily leans over to kiss him, sighing as James wraps one hand around her back and tangles another into her hair. “I’d say we have a little more time, though.”

But their time is cut short by a heavy knock at their door, strong and loud enough to jolt them away from each other and send them both reaching for their wands.

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mybones537 · 4 months

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Time chapter 5 (Moriarty the Patriot x reader)

This has already been posted on wattpad under the same username

London, England 1875

It’s been 3 months now since I’ve been here, it's now October. I’m now working as a doctor for a few nobles, I use half the money I earn for personal stuff and the rest I use for medical care to help the lower classes.

Last month a young girl came up to me and she asked me to come take a look at her big sister. They live in the slums. I ended up spending 2 weeks there helping sick people. After that I realised that there is clearly no proper medical system in this country, but I can’t expect much from 1800s England.

After that day I saved that heart attack victim, I've been popular as a doctor. I was on the front page of the newspaper. One person accused me of being a witch, but they were deemed insane so nothing happened luckily. A lot of other doctors have tried to debunk my way of practice, but each time they failed. I’ve had a hundred percent success rate since I got here. My medical textbooks have helped a lot and the history textbook turned out to be a medical history, which helped a lot. Thanks to my books I have been able to more easily figure out what is most likely wrong with my patients.

Sherlock has come by once or twice asking some medical questions relating to his cases. I’ve managed to help him here and there. Lestrade comes and visits once in a while to see how I’ve been doing. I often see Miss Hudson. We have become good friends.

About a week ago I was on my way to a patient when I started to notice a man following me. I’ve tried to figure out who he is and why he’s following me. After that started, I purchased a gun and bullets for self defence and kept it on me at all times. I’ve been cautious whenever I go out. This is starting to freak me out.

Today I have been extremely careful. I have only gone out to see one or two patients today.

I had just finished with my last patient for today, I was on my way back to my apartment in Baker Street. When I suddenly fell unconscious. I felt my body being lifted up.

3 hours later

I woke up with a pain in my neck and a throbbing headache. It was dark, very dark. I tried to move but felt my arms and legs were bound to the chair I’m sitting in. I tried to untie the restraints but they were too tight.

The door opened and a man walked in, he was holding a lantern. The light from the lantern was dim but it was bright enough for me to see my surroundings, brick walls and an old oak door. The man that walked has short naive blue hair similar to Sherlock. The same eyes as him, he has that same look, he’s trying to read me but almost seems to have a look of confusion. He seemed slightly taller than him, his demeanour was commanding respect. He seemed older than Sherlock, but based on genetics I’m guessing he is Sherlock's older brother.

“You’re Sherlock’s older brother aren’t you? I’ve seen you before, you’re the guy who’s been following me” I asked, he looked surprised but then covered it up with a smirk.

“So you are as good as they say. I usually get the other guys to do it but you intrigue me” He walked up to me, he leaned down and lifted up my chin. He looked me in the eyes, then moved my head from side to side. “My name is Mycroft Holmes… you’re awfully pretty and I have some questions for you”

“And why would I answer any of your questions? The only thing I know about you is that you are Sherlock’s brother, you are practically the British government, you are at least 7 years older than him, he despises you but you still care about him’’ I said to him.

“Well you clearly know more about me than I do you. I’ve done a background search on you but the only thing that came up was from 3 months ago. I even pulled some strings to see if I could find you at all but not a single thing came up. I expected to at least find your medical degree since you’re a doctor, but nothing not a thing” My blood ran cold. He was onto me.

Fuck. What do I do now? I doubt I will be able to fool him. He’s Sherlock’s older brother, he is probably even more observant than Sherlock. I’m done for.

“Don’t know why you couldn’t find anything, maybe there was a mistake.” I said lying through my teeth.

“You see at first I thought so, but after I checked another 2 times I started to suspect something wasn’t right” He let go of my chin but still leaned in close. “Now Dr (last name) you got some explaining to do”

#moriarty the patriot #albert james moriarty #louis james moriarty #william james moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty #james moriarty #sebastian moran #mycroft holmes #yuukuko no moriarty #moriarty #sherlock fanfic

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groundcontrol21 · 2 years

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The Handkerchief(s) of Aramis (M)

In the 1978 musical movie adaptation of The Three Musketeers, Aramis complains about going to England and says (and I quote) “It’s damp in London, and I only have twelve handkerchiefs.” Naturally I went insane (see this post for evidence). Unfortunately, given the events of the book and therefore the movie, Aramis never makes it to London to put these handkerchiefs to use. So here I am, changing the plot around a bit to remedy that :)

Title taken from the actual title of one of the chapters in the book that punched me directly in the k!nk.

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Waving the bundle of letters he had just received from Captain Treville, D’Artagnan swaggered into the stable yards where Aramis and Porthos were, reclining against the wall and munching on apples that belonged to the horses. Athos was absent from the scene, though it was just as well; he was recovering from a slight infection to his shoulder wound, and as such, the road was not the place for him.

“I must go to London to deliver these letters to the Captain’s brother-in-law,” D’Artagnan told the two. Upon seeing their eyebrows raise appraisingly, D’Artagnan added. “Congratulations on his graduation from the academy, nothing interesting.”

He unhooked his horse from its post, narrowing his eyes when his two friends were slow to do the same. “I trust you two will accompany me?”

“London?” Aramis clicked his tongue and shook his head, letting the apple fall to the ground. “It’s damp in London, and I only have twelve handkerchiefs on my person.”

“Twelve?” D’Artagnan repeated incredulously with a shake of his own head. “We’ll only be gone a week. I should say that number would more than hold you over.”

“Not quite so, Gascon,” Porthos added. “Our Aramis has all the constitution of a delicate flower. Get him a bit too wet and he’ll be out of sorts for weeks.”

This was all news to D’Artagnan, for Aramis seemed far from frail and sickly. The man wielded a sword with prowess and could shoot a fly from the hair of a horse; in fact, D’Artagnan suspected that, after himself, Aramis was the fittest of their coterie. Doubtful, he looked to the man in question for confirmation, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for his two friends to begin laughing at him.

But Aramis just nodded sadly. “Alas, I cannot even venture too far into Normandy in the autumn.”

“Put him in Bretagne in December, and he’ll come down with pneumonia.”

Aramis pretended to faint against his horse, his dainty hand covering his eyes as he swooned. “Oh Porthos, don’t remind me!”

D’Artagnan tapped his foot impatiently, still unable to shake his initial suspicion that the two men were having him on, or at the very least, trying to malinger. “So will you accompany me or not?”

“Of course,” Aramis said decisively, before swinging himself into the saddle with a flourish. “I am only warning you that your handkerchief may need to be sacrificed for my efforts.” He clamped a hand to his heart, looking suddenly stricken. “Tell me at least, D’Artagnan, that there are no women who await us in London. I could not bear the thought of any fine English ladies seeing me so indisposed.”

D’Artagnan rolled his eyes as he mounted his own horse, hearing Porthos do the same behind him. “There are no women unless you count Treville’s brother-in-law among them.”

Aramis surveyed D’Artagnan critically. “Is he a bachelor?”

D’Artagnan blinked. “I believe so?”

Aramis considered the answer for a moment, face inscrutable, before nodding, apparently satisfied. “Very well, then.” He kicked his horse forward and raised his hat in the air. “To London!”

Porthos followed suit. “To London!”

D’Artagnan urged his own horse to a gallop and followed after the two Musketeers, still feeling distinctly like he was caught in the middle of some elaborate joke. He gave himself a shake and resolved to deal with it later; for now he would focus on the road that lead them outside Paris and beyond, into the countryside and later to the sea.

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“Eh’KESHHH’uhh! Ach, this damn rain. Snf! ITCHIEW!” Aramis massaged at his head with a pale hand, the rings on his fingers glinting as the movement made them catch the candlelight in the tavern. The first wrenching sneeze, after riding just half a day in the misty English air, could have been a joke, but the seeming thousands that followed certainly were not. They reached London as Aramis was doing naught more than alternating between shivering and sneezing, and Porthos had given up his own riding cloak to drape around the man’s shoulders.

It had been drizzling, even raining, since they set foot on the island, much to the chagrin of the poor, suffering Aramis, for they had no choice but to ride on. They three could waste an entire month waiting for the London sun to shine. Papers delivered, they turned back at once, eager to get Aramis back home and to bed, but the foul weather had turned even fouler, and now they were hunkered down in an inn some miles still inland from the port that would take them back to Boulogne, awaiting a break in the downpour. D’Artagnan leaned his head on his hand, listening to the sounds around him: the low hum of the other travelers who were presently seeking solace from the storm, the fierce lashing of the rain against the window panes, Aramis’s completely waterlogged sniffling.

Porthos returned to the table with a mug and slid it across the table. “Here’s another hot wine for you, Aramis.”

With a grateful inclination of the head, Aramis pulled the mug closer. “Th-heh-thank you, Por–Heh’KSHIEW! Por–heh’ih’HISHH’ooo!” He buried his nose in the folds of his handkerchief, shutting his eyes as he paused a moment, as though too tired to do anything but wait for gravity to drain it and do the work for him. “Ugh, snf!” He blinked rapidly and lowered the handkerchief. “Porthos.”

D’Artagnan’s cheeks colored; it was, for all intents and purposes, his fault that Aramis was feeling this terrible in the first place. He tried to hide his disgusted wince as Aramis emptied what must have been every liquid in his body into the handkerchief. He forced what he hoped was a sympathetic slant to his visage. “How are you feeling?”

“HESHH’uhhh!” The cloth did not move from his nose as he spoke; Aramis merely regarded D’Artagnan with bleary, tired eyes over the top of it. “Snf! Need you even ask?”

D’Artagnan reasoned he deserved such a snappy reply to what had been a rather foolish question. It was plain to see how Aramis was faring, from the way he buried his head in his hands with a soft moan whenever he glimpsed a reprieve from his nose, to the way his voice was low and thick with congestion. That was, of course, to say nothing of the wet sneezes and drippy sniffles that assaulted him with a dogged regularity, leaving his nose a terribly sore and chapped mess.

D’Artagnan turned his attention to the water splashing against the windowpane with a muttered curse. “If only this rain would let up a bit, we could continue on our way back to Paris.” Aramis coughed and Porthos rubbed his shoulders. D’Artagnan felt himself soften. “At least get you to France where you can be ill in a place with a civilized language.”

On account of one of Porthos’s old mistresses being a cloth merchant’s wife from Dover, he was the only one of them with any knowledge of English, however rudimentary. Between fragments and hand signals (and Aramis’s quite noticeable ailment which transcended both language and culture), he was able to get Aramis a few things to ease his symptoms, but the going had not been easy. Porthos had nearly got the three of them kicked out when he slammed his fist on a counter hard enough to crack it in his frustration at the innkeeper’s inability to understand his request for “wine with miel… you know, from bzz bzz” and the associated insect-related gesticulations.

Aramis scoffed, the sound scraping at his throat. “A bit! Ahh’TSHIEW! Snf! Oh… Hihhh’TSHHH!” He mopped his nose miserably. “If it lets up only a bit then I am back in the a-a-ccursed–Ahhh’KSHIEW!--accursed damp that got me in this–snf–situation in the first place! HESHHIEWW! Ehh’KSHHH’uhh! HEPTSHIEW! Oh…” He pinched at the bridge of his nose, his eyes fluttering shut, though he kept the sodden handkerchief close at hand. “Better this way, as I am at least warm and d-dry–Ihh’SHHH!”

Aramis folded the cloth a few different ways, turning it this way and that in search of a dry patch, before dropping it to his lap with a scowl. “Pff, it is no use, this one is completely–Eh’KSHH’oo!”

“Take another,” Porthos said kindly, tapping the satchel in which the cloths were kept.

“Ahh’KSHHH’uhh!” He caught the sneeze in a cupped hand, his other outstretched and waiting for Porthos to place a fresh one within it. “Four days yet, at least, from–snf!--from Paris, and I am already on number…Eh…Snf! Hehhhh… eleven. Snf! HITSHIEW!!” He blew his nose again, muffling a moan into the folds of the cloth at the simple pleasure of its dryness.

Once finished, he fixed the Gascon with a watery approximation of his usual cheeky grin. “We did warn you, D’Artagnan.”

Porthos merely shrugged and nodded in agreement as Aramis continued sniffling and snuffling into his penultimate handkerchief. For his part, D’Artagnan was slightly chagrined that he had not taken the warning seriously, for all that now stood between the one handkerchief he owned being well and truly sacrificed was the twelfth handkerchief of Aramis and that of Porthos.

“Heh’TCHOO!”

And at the current rate, D’Artagnan knew the two articles would not be able to withstand the siege for long. This time, he could not altogether hold back his wince as Aramis made prodigious use of the handkerchief to clear his nose, for all D’Artagnan could imagine was his one lone handkerchief in its place. No matter how many washes it was subjected to, given the sheer ferocity of Aramis’s cold, D’Artagnan would never, ever be able to accept the defiled piece of cloth back should Aramis attempt to return it. So he resigned himself, as he listened to Aramis sneeze and sneeze, to buying himself a new handkerchief immediately upon their arrival back in Paris and, if money allowed, perhaps a couple more to fortify Aramis to avoid this sort of situation should they ever be required to go back to England in the future.

#i wrote this in btw ebbs and flows of migraine so forgive any badness #would treville have a brother in law in england? who knows who cares #my writing #the world needs so much more historic snz fic #snzfic #sick ara/mis #more muskie snz!!!#handkerchief action 😰😰😰

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SNEAK PEEK!

Chapter 355 -- The One With the Quinque Annos Consilium

Ron and Hermione spent three days in Brisbane with the Grangers telling them everything. Hermione told them every step that she had taken to ensure their safety by altering their memories, changing their names, and making them forget they'd even had a daughter. She gave them the file that she had kept outlining the plans for the house and how she had hidden it, making it invisible and protected so that no one could find it until they returned home. She explained how she had sent them on a supposed two-year sabbatical and left their dentistry practice to be run by Dr Yîn and Dr Hajjar with the clearly expressed plan of them being incommunicado for their sabbatical.

“Why two years?” Greg asked, his hands wrapped around the tea cup as they sat around the kitchen table talking.

“To be safe,” Hermione told him. “I didn’t know how much longer the war would go on and I wanted to make sure that you didn’t lose your work while it happened. I know you respect Nick and Kamaria so I thought leaving the practice in their hands was a good choice.”

“It was,” Jean admitted, grudgingly. “Even if the rest wasn’t.”

“Look,” Ron began. “You have every right to be upset over this, but it was a hard choice for Hermione to make as well. The night she did it, she cried for hours. She spent the next two weeks crying herself to sleep. She knew that it was something that would hurt you, but she did it anyway because she believed it was the only way to keep you truly safe. You refused to move into a safe house and my brother informed us there were some Death Eaters lurking near your work. Hermione is a friend to Harry and as much as I love that tosser, anyone close to him had a bull’s eye on their backs. Look what a crazy bitch did to your daughter!”

He held up her arm, lifting her sleeve as Hermione swallowed.

Greg’s eyes widened as they took in the word. “Mudblood?”

“It’s a really foul name for someone who is Muggleborn, a racial slur if you will,” Ron continued. “She was taken hostage and tortured and still she fought tooth and nail at the final battle.”

Jean’s eyes softened. “Darling… I’m sorry.”

Hermione shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I know it’s going to take a bit for you to trust me again. I will never use magic against you or Dad ever again without your permission. I’m sorry that I did it, even if I know that I made the right choice to keep you safe, it was still wrong.”

“Is it really over?” Greg asked.

Ron nodded. “There are a few Death Eaters still running free, but Voldemort, he’s gone. Harry took care of him.”

“Harry,” Jean whispered. “He’s so young… you all are.”

“Glad you think so,” Ron said. “Because I feel about a hundred.”

“Well, war has a way of leaving a mark on people,” Greg said. “And now?”

“I’m starting at the Auror Academy,” Ron said. “And Hermione will be starting work at the Ministry of Magic. She’s got an internship that she wanted and deserves in a brand new department set to showcase her insane talents and genius.”

Hermione blushed. “Ron is exaggerating. It’s a new department within the Department for the Reconstruction and Cooperation With Magical Creatures. I will be working on the cooperation aspect, specifically with house elves and with the legislation that I wrote.”

Jean beamed. “Oh, darling, we’re so proud of you. That sounds like important work.”

“It is,” Ron said.

“And what’s an Auror?” Greg asked.

“Like a police detective, Dad,” Hermione explained.

“Ah, going to be a bobby, are you?”

“Er, sure,” Ron said.

“An Auror,” Hermione said, making Ron nod.

“Yeah, Harry and I both.”

“Good,” Jean said, folding her hands together. “Well, now that we have all of this somewhat cleared up… can we go home?”

Hermione’s eyes widened. “Really? You’ll come back to England with us?”

Greg nodded. “It’s our home, Jellybean. Australia’s been amazing. Jean and I have spent our time sight-seeing and relaxing and basically being on holiday for a year. It’s time to go back. Check in on the practice and well, get back to our real lives. You’ll be home?”

“Yes,” Hermione told him. “Ron and I are looking for a flat together, but it can wait if you want me to stay home for a bit. Right, Ron?”

He leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Of course.”

Jean smiled. “No, of course you can keep looking for a place, but in the meantime, I want you home for dinner every night. We still have a lot to catch up on and talk about.”

Hermione nodded as Greg stood up and pulled her into his arms, burying his nose in her bushy curls.

“I love you, Jellybean. You’re my favourite person in the whole world and I never want to lose you again, okay?”

“Okay,” she murmured into his shoulder, blinking back tears.

“Good,” Greg said, kissing the top of her head. “So, let’s get some plane tickets.”

“Actually,” Hermione began. “Ron doesn’t have a passport so we’ll have to use a portkey.”

“He doesn’t have a passport?” Jean asked, her brow furrowing. “How on earth did you get to Australia, dear?”

Ron grinned. “Magical papers are different apparently.” He kissed Hermione’s cheek. “I’ll head back to the beach house and collect our things and then head to the COMA to get a portkey for the four of us. You stay here with your parents.”

Hermione gave him a grateful look and he kissed her cheek again.

When he disappeared out the front door, Jean tucked her arm into her daughter’s.

“That’s a good man you’ve got there.”

Hermione’s eye met her mother’s as she smiled, her heart swelling at hearing her mother speak the words. “The best. I love you, Mum.”

Jean wrapped her in her arms and kissed her forehead. “I love you, too, dear. Very much.”

Hermione melted into her mother’s embrace, finally feeling like the war was really over.

#the world of asc #asc #welcome to breanie's world of asc the kismet trilogy #sneak peek asc #chapter sneak peek #the kismet trilogy #the kismet trilogy by breanie #the kismet trilogy part two a second chance by breanie #a second chance by breanie #romione #harry potter fanfiction

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championashley · 9 months

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ok, I need to just throw all of this out there. My mind is reaching Charlie Day tackboard levels of insanity, so I just need a wall to throw all of it.

So. About the Jesus thing. the phrase “The Second Coming” was dropped in the last episode, which definitely caught my eye. Why? It’s a phrase that is often connected to the belief that Jesus Christ will return after his ascension to Heaven to judge his enemies and reward the faithful.

Now, it’s very clear Metatron and the other archangels have gone off the deep end. They want the Earth destroyed no matter what, willing to cast out literally anyone who dares to disagree with them, because they so badly want to be right. They are so disconnected from reality and what their institution really is, that it would be perfectly in character to take this phrase and twist it to their own destructive ends. Metatron literally made Aziraphale into the next Jesus: making him sacrifice his life on Earth to supposedly protect the world, turning Crowley from the demon who kissed his angel out of love and desperation to make him stay, to Judas the betrayer who kissed his friend to sell him out to his enemies.

And I think they are aware of this. Because of all cosmic entities that potentially still exist in Heaven, Jesus is the most likely one to not agree with what the archangels and Metatron are doing. He lived a mortal life, walked among humanity and helped them. Hell, he even got to meet Crowley, and from the way Crowley spoke of him at his crucifixion, they seemed to have gotten along great.

Jesus has been awfully quiet since his death. No one in Heaven has even uttered his name since that event, and now Metatron is using a phrase normally associated with his return for his own purposes. whether Metatron and the others also cast him out, or potentially...he left of his own accord. What if he’s still around in England, waiting for a sign of someone else with great power defying Heaven’s jurisdiction (Aziraphale and Crowley together had the power of an archangel when holding themselves back, that has to be significant). Say, as a...carpenter? working on his next project... helping build a cottage?

(It would also bring the series full circle: beginning with helping the Antichrist at the last second rebel against his dad, ending with Christ himself helping tear down the toxic institution that forced him to give up his life on Earth)

#text #meta writing #good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens theory #aziraphale #crowley #good omens season 2

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contriite · 11 months

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A first attempt at Faustus’ HP verse. I am not adding it to my doc. just yet because I still consider it a work in progress but feedback is most welcome!

Faustus Blackwood - HP verse

Faustus Blackwood was born in London, England on January 27th, 1926 as the sixth child of Samuel and Matilda Blackwood. Though his family wasn't nearly as pure as, for instance, the Malfoys, Blackwood was an old name that held some standing for those who cared for that sort of thing. However, the family was also somewhat infamous, as many of his ancestors had suffered from insanity.

His father was a very strict man, who lived true to values that had long gone out of style for most witches and wizards at the time. He also saw to his children's education, providing tutors for Faustus and his brothers and sisters. At 11, he went to an elite private school in Germany. After an official investigation into the institute, Faustus and his younger sister attended Hogwarts when he was 15 years old. This proved to be quite the change for them. While they had a headstart educationwise, they weren't used to a school so large and...mixed. Faustus is sorted into Slytherin. There he meets Tom Riddle, with whom he quickly becomes friends.

For a long time, he works as the Dark Lord's right hand - fooling himself into thinking that they share an equal partnership. However, not long after leaving Hogwarts he realizes that Tom is keeping secrets,,&& that he has no intention of sharing his power. Meanwhile, he grows ever more obsessed with the Dark Arts, meddling with magic that goes beyond his understanding. He breaks with the Dark Lord in a battle that leaves them both weakened but far from defeated,,&& Faustus leaves England even before the first wizarding war breaks out.

When he finds out that "The Dark Lord" had been defeated, he returns to England, only to find that neither of his parents had made it through the war. Moving back into the old family estate with his sister, he manages what is left of the family money and gets his hands on a ministry job. In the meanwhile, he tries to rekindle his ties amongst The Dark Lord's old (&& new) followers - at least...until there are rumours that his old friend has returned.

#Faustus Blackwood;; an old fashioned warlock #headcanon;; thoughts.

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Voldication: A Vacation with the Riddles and Malfoys:)

Notes:

I used to play this with my friends when we were younger. Do NOT take this seriously. We had and probably still have mental issues. Have fun reading this. Sorry for the loss of braincells.Btw my first language isn't english. Sorry for any mistakes

Oma: german word for grandma [Om•ma]

Bussle: german word for a van for 7 people. not a bus! [Bus•sle]

Summary: Lord Voldemort needs a break from killing muggles. So he decides to take his family on a vacation to Italy. There is a lot of family fun and fluff and a Pool.

Chapter 1 : Oma ist KEINE Alkoholikerin (Oma is NOT an alcoholic)

I'm Delphi Riddle. My parents are Lord "Voldi" Voldemort and Bellatrix LeSTRANGE. This is the story of my family who went to Italy for summer vacation and things got a little bit out of hand when I was five years old.

Day 1.

The journey from London, England to Bucine, Italy was horrible. The bussle was packed with my dad, my mom, Narcissa, Lucius, Draco and me.

We could've apparated but DAD insisted on the whole experience. So we had to drive 4000 hours to Italy in a really crowded bussle without air conditioning.

When we FINALLY arrived I was sweating like a monkey in a shed. The house was nice and big. I even had my own room. There was this beautiful garden with lots of different flowers and plants. And behind the house there was a pool.

Since it was already late, we decided to eat dinner consisting of grapes and raisins because we didn't buy any food and because my dad is an idiot who forbid magic for the whole vacation.

So we just ate what was left for our trip. The wasn't much so everybody got a grape and 2 raisins except Draco he only got 1 raisin. After dinner I went to bed. It was already past my bedtime while the grown ups stayed up late which was really unfair.

Day 2.

When I woke up the next morning I already had the feeling that this was going to be a horrible day. This feeling turned out to be true when I found Oma sitting on a chair at the house bar with a glass of a weird clear liquid in her hand. Her wand was holding up her hair.

I always loved her hair. It was mid length and gray but in a certain light it looked lilaclightblue. I didn't know what she was doing here. Or how she got here. Suddenly I heard a lout gasp and a even louder and high pitched "MOMMY!!!" I turned around to see my dad standing in his with yellowish night gown in the door frame mouth hanging wide open and eyes comically large.

He was stuttering out a lot of questions like "What are you doing here, Mommy?" or "Really, Vodka?! It's only 9am." But Oma ignored him and yelled:"Have you lost your mind? How could you do this to me. To our family name. You stopped killing muggles for a vacation in Italy. You are a disgrace to this entire family." " I-I-I j-just thought it w-would be a good i-i-dea."

"You just thought! Well clearly you didn't. And for your information. I'm not drinking Vodka. It's water. I'm not an alcoholic."

Yeah, that's right. Oma is NOT an alcoholic. Just like uncle Lucius isn't one either. My dad just stared at her and said again "What are you doing here?"

"I'm part of this family and this is a family vacation. So of course I'm here. Somebody has to make sure you haven't gone completely insane. And I also wanted to see my granddaughter again." Oma answered slightly annoyed but smiled at me. Well, I think she did. You never know with her.

"Where are the others? Is the rest of the lazy folk still asleep?" Oma complained and took a big swing of her water.

"Bella is up. The rest, I don't know." Dad said unsure. "What are the plans for today, daddy?" I asked. Dad seemed to think before he answered: "Today is our first day here, so I thought we chill here a little bit and do some watersports."

"Yay!!! I love watersports. Especially waterball!!!" I said excitedly, while jumping up and down. "Of course that's your great plan for today. To do absolutely nothing. You are so lazy." Oma said with a very disappointed look on her face, while she poured herself another glass of water.

"It's not lazy. We just want to spent some family quality time. And we don't have to do a lot because it is vacation." Dad tried to defend. "Yeah, yeah, what ever" Oma said dismissively.

Then mom came. She was as equally shocked as dad when she saw oma. "Oma, what are you doing here?" Mom said with a forced smile. "And are drinking Vodka? We said no alcohol around Delphi" she added with a disapproving tone.

"Like I already explained to my lovely son. I'm here because this is a family vacation. And I'm family. It's water that I'm drinking, not Vodka. I don't drink."

Mom groaned really loud and dad walked quickly over to the bar to pour himself a glass of a brown yellowish liquid. I assumed it was apple juice. Dad emptied the glass and looked like he wanted to die.

Then Narcissa and Draco came in. Narcissa was pleasantly surprised when she saw Oma. Draco didn't seem to notice her presence. He was busy staring at his phone. "Lovely seeing you here, Oma." Narcissa said. For some reason Narcissa was the only adult who got along with oma. Oma always criticized dad. She didn't like mom because Oma is her mother-in-law. I don't know about Lucius. Oma never talks about him. I don't think I've ever seen them in one room.

But Oma didn't respond to her. She just stared at Draco, who still didn't notice her. "What is that?! Is that one of those muggle phones?! Why do you have this?!" Oma shrieked and started to completely freak out. She screamed things like "Stupid muggles." And "Stupid technology." To my surprise she didn't go for Draco. She went for dad. "And you allow this. That your nephew owns this muggle trash. Unbelievable!"

"Mommy, please. I didn't know he had it." Dad exclaimed quietly. "Boy, why do you own such horrible device, that is contaminated with muggles." Dad asked Draco in a strict voice. For the first time Draco lifted his head and saw Oma. His eyes went wide and his skin even paler as usual. "I uh need this for uh school."

He stuttered out. "I use it to uh submit my school assignments because uh owls don't fly to Italy. You know owl policy and stuff." He then explained a little bit unsure. "Oh, I didn't know Hogwarts uses now muggle trash. But I mean it is for school so I guess it is fine." Oma said understanding.

"I'm hungry." I said because I couldn't stand the fact that the attention wasn't on me. I mean I'm the main character after all. "Well Lucius went shopping for food. He actually should be here by now." Narcissa said.

"I had a long journey and I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Oma said with a yawn and left. But not before she took two bottles of her favourite brand of water. Five minutes after Oma left. Lucius came back from shopping and we all got to the dining area to eat breakfast.

The rest of the day was not that eventful. We stayed at the house and chilled. We all played some watersports. I didn't see Oma for the rest of the day. Mom said it's because she is tired and has a male cat (Hangover). Whatever a male cat has to do with this.

At the end of the day we had a beautiful dinner in the garden. Dad made pizza, which wasn't even that bad. Then I went to my room because I had to go to bed.

#harry/draco #harry potter #dumbass #fuck dumbledore #oma #oma ist keine Alkoholikerin #Lucius malfoy in a wig #grapes #character death #enemies to lovers #italy #i dont deserve to live

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omggg nooooo !!!! never let anyone make you feel insane i’ve literally dreamed abt moving up there. you’re so right i don’t think the south is for me either :// i was actually born up north but my parents moved when i was little and we’ve been here ever since i think a piece of me stayed up there tho bc ive ALWAYS loved the new england area

i used to watch gilmore girls and think “oh my god i need to live somewhere like that it would be perfect for me”

dw there’s no specific way you need to listen to it and the songs themselves are actually pretty self-explanatory but a little backstory:

taylor was dating a man named joe thru 2016-2023 and at firsttt we all thought it was sunshine and rainbows. they were vry private and we (swifties) thought that’s what she wanted !! we thought she’d found her forever !! and she thought so too :( but apparently there were comittment issues (among many other things). she wanted to take the next step, marriage & babies & whatnot. he DIDNT (there were multiple songs on lover that mentioned marriage and engagement) ((there was a song released last year with the lyric; “and i wouldn’t marry me either. a pathological people pleaser. who only wanted you to see her.”))

fast forward to the start of the eras tour breakup announcements are EVERYWHERE and she’s seen with some other guy ! oh who’s this one ? THE LEAD SINGER OF THE 1975 !!!! they went out for a few weeks and APPARENTLYYYY according to what i’ve seen all the other fans posting, HE MANAGED TO DO THE SAME AMOUNT OF DAMAGE THAT TOOK JOE 6 YEARS. HE DID THAT IN ABT A MONTH OR TWO. (they had a history together BEFORE this andddd they worked on music for midnights sooo it seems he was privy to all the inside details abt her relationship with joe and he might’ve used that to his advantage)

basically all this to say, she was going through a LOT last year and before that. so this album has ALL the feels. losing your sense of self, processing the deepest betrayals, learning to let go of something when all you want to do is hang on as tight as possible, not knowing who cares about you anymore, but eventually finding yourself at the end.

the song ‘i can do it with a broken heart’ has a lyric video on youtube and the clips are all clips for HER TOUR while she’s singing about her being miserable the whole time😭😭😭😭 BUT PUSHING THROUGH IT😭😭😭😭😭 it BROKE my heart to see that.

there’s nothing wrong with you and everything wrong with 14 year olds trustttt omg i don’t know what is in the air for these younger teens but they’re insane. and how was your vacation ?

mwah

~ 🎶

I LOVE GILMORE GIRLS I love that for you! I hope you move if that’s what you want 💕

I knew about Joe and Matty but not in detail like that. Honestly I was obsessed with the show/book Normal People and subsequently watched Conversations with Friends and I thought Joe was about as personable as a towel sitting in the rain and Taylor is way more talented and dimensional than what I saw so I can’t even imagine what happened behind the scenes. Matty seemed like too much of a bad boy tbh for her as well. I saw something about people feeling bad that they were going to The Eras Tour when she wasn’t feeling her best. It made me sad (no shade to anyone that went to the tour. She obvs wouldn’t have gone if she couldn’t do it ya know?) I’m excited to listen—waiting to have adequate time to really digest it)

My vacation was good! Relaxing and productive. A good combo. It’s gonna be a long couple of months. Trying to balance a lot of things and not go insane. Hope you’re doing well! 💕 tell me what’s going on in your life!

Xoxo

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companionablestatic · 3 months

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Hey I’m playing Dnd as a warlock (reluctant) and I can’t figure out a backstory.

She’s from a small town (read: northern New England or isolated Alaska) and she has marched into the states. Growing up, she was a firecracker. Think Joan Jett energy. She was a convenience store clerk who everyone loved but she’d be out back sneaking beers during the day. Sure, she was an outcast but if you gave her trouble she’d break your nose. And she’d take trouble, but if you hassled her friends you’d walk away with a broken nose.

In this world there’s a govt sanctioned God and priests/paladins/clerics/etc can do magic but no one else.

My deity is called Mycella and is this mushroom/fungus god. They’re the god of death and rebirth.

My lose story it’s a far north town and Audra found this thin spot. And she kept returning to smoke pot or take mushrooms or whatever. And at some point her love interest got sick via some infection. And she said I will anything to save her. And mycella isn’t nice. Something like that warrants a contract. So her wife lives, but Audra can’t go back. Like she steps and her city just isn’t there. Like she steps and is 20 miles ahead.

My question is what would this god want?

If it can eat a city in its demiplane it’s a big deal.

My first plot was Audra wanted to kill Mycella because mycella was, in effect, The End (TMA) and had gone insane and wanted to eat to the whole world. This doesn’t vibe with her wife and city being eaten and returned.

So what does Audra need to to do for Mycella?

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3rdmeasurement · 4 months

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tagged by @fedorovista ty !!

1. are you named after anyone?

um. not rlly ? did have a friend who thought i named myself after qhughes which was insanely funny because i in fact Did Not it is all just a crazy coincidence that he's one of my fav players

2. when was the last time you cried?

was gonna say idk but that's a lie. last week an episode of house got to me a bit too much (wilson's heart :/)

3. do you have kids?

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

like everyone else round here i did play a bit of football as a kid. was always the goalie which is Interesting. other than that i never rlly played much sport

5. do you use sarcasm?

i try and it doesn't work. i think i'm the only non-sarcastic british person

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

how they talk (not necessarily accents. mainly dialect stuff)

7. what’s your eye color?

blue

8. scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies because outside of bridget jones' diary i can't remember the last time i watched a film with even a remotely happy ending

9. any talents?

apparently i'm a good writer. which i don't rlly get since i haven't put any major efforts into improving for a bit so i think it's just ok

10. where were you born?

isle of man ! however since moving to england over 10 yrs ago my accent has like. completely gone (also why i just say i'm british because it's just easier)

11. what are your hobbies?

writing (even tho i haven't had the time and energy to do any for a few months outside of classwork), watching tv/film if that counts, and i'm getting back into playing bass again after too long of a break

12. do you have any pets?

ya i have a dog called sparky. he's a border terrier/jack russell mix. because of that he is still completely fucking insane even tho he's 10 and shows no sign of slowing down any time soon (pretty fitting name i guess lol)

13. how tall are you?

like. 5'3.5" ??? idk it changes almost every time i go to the doctors

14. favorite subject in school?

history. 100%. although i did always rlly like music too

15. dream job

idk exactly but i want to work in the media in some capacity. as long as i don't have to be in front of a camera i'd do just about anything

i. don't actually have anyone to tag this time so gonna open this up to anyone who wants to do it :)

#woah just looked at the time it's almost 2am. gonna get off my laptop now

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You’re right that Eric Stewart guy is a looker 😍! Yes crushing on men who were famous in the 60s and 70s has become a thing for me too lol. And he’s still around if I understand correctly. Is there any little facts you can tell me about him and his band? Would it be right to assume they are somewhat obscure?

Oh you can say that again..he is just so nice to look at, isn’t he? he makes my worries go away 🥰 i’ve been insane about that guy for about a year now and i hope that doesn’t change anytime soon. Crushing on 60s and 70s men has been a thing for me since I got into The Beatles lmao nothing wrong with that though. I think I’m just stuck on Eric because he’s probably the only musician/famous person that I relate to the most. For one, he and I look so much alike! I’ve shown photos of Eric to my friends and they all thought they were photos of me! oh dear..I said to them. I’ve read his book too and I’ve really gotten to know his personality that way and it sounds to me that we both have gone through similar struggles and have dealt with them in much the same way.

Oh yes, Eric is still very much around and is still making music actually (though he’s a bit secretive about it, cheeky little thing he is). He is now enjoying retirement in Kent, England but sadly has no desire to go back into the music business anytime soon but i am still holding on to the hope that a 10cc reunion will happen in the near future.

Yes 10cc are incredibly obscure, which makes me sad because they are just SO good and very talented! So some important details you need to know about 10cc are that for one, they are an art rock group, which I theorise to be a subgenre of progressive rock. Secondly, they are from Manchester, England which is just across the pond from Liverpool, England home of those loveable Beatle boys! back in the early 60s, everyone wanted to get their foot through the door in the music business. Eric Stewart, being young and ambitious then, had his first rodeo as a pop star when he was with this group called Wayne Fontana and The Mindbenders. Through The Mindbenders, Eric met his two future 10cc band mates, Lol Creme and Kevin Godley who at the time were also touring locally in Manchester with their band called The Sabres. Graham Gouldman, their would-be bassist, got his start in music by writing songs for people like The Hollies and The Yardbirds and I do believe Graham was already friends with 10cc drummer, Kevin Godley so when the four of them got together it was chemistry. Absolute romance, and they were unstoppable.

10cc lasted for a good solid 7 years I want to say. Now interestingly, before they were even 10cc they were a group called Hotlegs and were known for their hit called Neanderthal Man. After 10cc debuted their first album (which I always refer to as their “White Album”) they became an overnight sensation with hits like “Donna” and “Rubber Bullets.” From that point on they were unstoppable.

Now, a topic I don’t often like to talk about is the eventual demise of the group. I will save that topic for another time, but those things I mentioned are just some of the major details that I think are vital to anyone wanting to know about 10cc. Hope this helps and please, I would absolutely LOVE to ramble about 10cc anytime so feel free to hit with me with more questions!

#veryfancydoilies #liz’s letterbox

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giffingthingsss · 6 months

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Begin again, must I begin again Who have begun so many loves in fire And ended them in dirty ash?

I was reading this biography. It has sources that other biographies don't have. But I don't care for many of the author's opinions being casually presented as facts. It becomes quite annoying.

So I'll present my own as facts instead. (I wish I had the full sources she had so I could draw my own conclusions, but alas. Half-informed opinions from excerpts it must be.)

Joy was miserable. She wanted out of her marriage but could not bring herself to the point of divorce, regarding it as a last resort.

In the midst of this, Lewis took on quite the rosy glow. Here was a man who could give her everything she lacked (a theory that would turn out to be quite true, but at the moment she was pursuing it all wrong).

She was going after Lewis, and she basically told Bill as much. Bill had affairs, why shouldn't she? Bill felt there was no danger of this actually happening; Lewis did not seem the type. So let her have her fun trip to England.

The old desire to seduce, to possess, reared its head. The old pride that was sure it could get exactly what it wanted. But this time it found a wall in its path.

Lewis wasn't the type. He enjoyed her company as a friend, nothing more. Joy wrote -

Funny; I've never before been with a man who looked at me and talked to me like that and then did not make a pass.

A double-edged sword. One side - did not get him. T'other side - his virtue made him even more attractive.

After returning home to a broken marriage, she recalled her feelings at her vain attempt -

I have played all my tricks upon you, I Vainly ran to bring you running after; Every woman knows the art, my lad! Silly I was to try it, all the same; Tomorrow, possibly, I may be glad And grateful that one man saw through the game. Perhaps, though, you'll remember when it's over Lightly I did not tempt you; I was caught Else had not tried to catch you for my lover

Lewis' romantic disinterest brought her to her senses. She had been silly. She was insanely in love with him, but she needed to quit pining after a dream and get back to reality (a resolution she would make often over the next few years, and would continually break).

Nothing has gone as I would have it go, and it is late, the sun is nearly down. The wind is rising in the twilight pines, And I am very tired… O God whose greatest gifts I have so much misused, whose love I have turned into lust, whose laughter I have made poisonous with irony, whose tears I have wasted on my self-made griefs…

She began to look inward. Bill made her feel bad about herself, but maybe it was her own feelings of inadequacy that she was blaming Bill for. Perhaps she was the problem. She wrote Bill essentially apologizing and promising that things would be different.

I am not sure I ever hurt your heart, but I know damn well I damaged your ego. And egos don't forgive, though hearts may…. Things have got to go differently in the future.

She also missed the kids terribly and vowed to never be separated from them again.

At the end of the year, soon before she was to return home, Bill wrote and told her that it was never going to work. No amount of determination was going to save their loveless marriage. In fact, he was going to marry her cousin.

All her newfound resolutions. Her potential second chances. Gone.

If I ever go back [to England] I shall come lightly as a flower or leaf Dancing on April wind - and bring you, Jack, Something a little sweeter than my grief There was a day I brought a load of pain And dumped the lot upon your willing shoulder

She told a friend -

I never felt I could talk to anybody about my married life…but when this new situation developed I asked Lewis for advice and told him a good deal of the story...some of it I simply can't put into words.

Bill later changed his mind, but Joy did not change hers.

Bill has suddenly broken with his mistress (she sent me a heart-breaking letter about it, poor girl), and decided that he wants me back! I suppose it was to be expected; but it comes six months too late.

She headed out of Dodge, out of the country Dodge is in, for that matter, this time taking the boys with her (won't be without them again). And all the while, writing poetry.

Her poems are a confession. A forbidden longing. A love she feels half guilty about and fully doomed by.

It would be better for him if she did not love him. She must save him from herself.

He does not love her. She has nothing to offer him even if he did.

She bangs on the silent door. She is unworthy. She pleads with herself to stop, to let him go, to accept things as they are.

She cannot.

#more joy stuff don't mind me #it's just such delectable poetry #combined with the story behind it

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