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theicarusconstellation · 1 year

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my favorite marauders headcanons!! (some of these i don’t consider my “favorites” as they have a more negative connotation, i.e. regulus having an eating disorder, but they’re on this list because they’re the ones i most strongly identify with.)

regulus hcs

gay

jewish

transmasc

ballerina

figure skater

pianist, violinist, and cellist

classically trained in opera

contratenor

autistic

has selective mutism

ocd

potions master

was afraid to swim, but the sea fascinated him (he admired from afar)

french, spoke french as his first language

had a lisp as a child

thought it was better to die than to speak

classical music enthusiast

evermore by taylor swift (it's just him. i don't make the rules.)

sirius hcs

gender-fluid

helped regulus transition

got a tattoo of the phases of the moon down their spine

borderline personality disorder

pianist

classically trained in opera but sounds better singing rock

tenor

hockey player

incredible at eyeliner (his only competition is marlene)

rockstar sirius

had dog-like traits even as a human after becoming an animagus

her patronus is moony

wears matching rings with reggie

always has painted nails (black)

has his and regulus' constellations tattooed

reputation by taylor swift

remus hcs

folklore by taylor swift

jewish

has a book club with lily and regulus

very prominent scars

wears brown converse

his first friend was lily

had sirius do ziggy stardust makeup on him

his jumpers were all knitted by hope (his mum)

welsh

loves earl grey tea

literally a tree

lily hcs

lesbian

jewish

red (tv) by taylor swift

tall

this one is kind of canon but top of her class in charms and potions

welsh

killer at doing hair

her full name is lilian

tutors the younger years

horrible at herbology

steals remus' jumpers

james hcs

bipolar

desi

pansexual

adhd

lover by taylor swift

dresses up like rudolph every christmas

nothing can tame his hair

horrid singer

prongs is disproportionately large for a stag

was the one who came up with the animagi idea

knew marlene and peter as a kid

mama's boy

snores

rests his elbow on regulus' head just to piss him off

peter hcs

trans

pagan

ocd

queer

killer at herbology

would have been a homestuck fan

fearless (tv) by taylor swift

horrible cook

always made sure the first-years knew where to go

didn't stand for any slytherin slander and supported friendship between the houses

goes to sleep at the head of his bed and wakes up at the foot of it (this is so oddly specific)

#marauders headcanon #marauders hc #regulus black #james potter #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #sirius black #lily evans #jegulus #starchaser

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namesarelikeshinythings · 3 months

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Common fem names to masc ones

For transmascs who're looking for a name similar to their birth names but cooler and masculine

Abigail : Abel (breath in hebrew), Gale/Gail (fem leaning, joy in english), Guy (masc, guide in old french)

Amber : Ambrosius (masc, greek for immortal), Asher (masc leaning, hebrew for blessed)

Amelia : Amabilis (masc, latin for lovable), Amable (neutral, old french, lovable), Amé(e) or Aimé(e) (old french for loved, é=masc, ée=fem)

Anna : An (short for these names), Anakin (i'm half joking, masc, sanskrit for warrior, hebrew for giant), Andrea (neutral ?,Andrea is masc, Andréa is fem, from the greek andros meaning man)->Andrew(masc), Andy(neutral)

Ava : Avis (bird in latin) Avon (river in irish), Navy (neutral, boat in latin)

Camila : Cam (short for all these names), Camille (acolyte in latin), Carlisle (neutral,from the walled city in english)

Charlotte : Carl, Charles, (both man in germanic), Charlie (short for both names)

Chloé : Claude (neutral, tw : validist word : crippled in latin), Cleante (pure in greek), Cleon (glory in greek), Clyde (masc, gaelic for warm)

Daisy : Aster (means daisy), Daimon (masc, to tame in greek, or demon)

Emma : Armin (same as Emmet), Emmanuel (masc, hebrew for god is with us), Emmet (masc leaning, whole truth in hebrew), Emory (neutral, home strenght in old german),

Evelyn : already gender neutral :) Evan (masc, irish for youth), Flynn (masc irish for son of Flann), Lynn (fem leaning, lake in welsh)

Isabella : Eli (masc leaning, hebrew for high), Isaac (masc, hebrew for one who laughs), Isabeau (fem but sounds really masc, hebrew for god's promise), Isidore (gift of Isis in greek)

Isla : Islay (neutral, scottish island), Stanislas (masc, to stand+glory in slavic)

Lily : Billy (neutral, protection in germanic), Lilian (neutral), Lilien (french, masc)

Luna : Alun (masc, two rivers in welsh), Lunar (neutral, related to the moon), Moon (neutral)

Mary : Marc (masc, manly, brave in latin), Marius (masc, male in latin), Mars (masc, planet named after the greek and latin god of war)

Mia : Micah (masc, hebrew for "who is like Yahweh (or god)?"), Minos (masc, greek for king),, Mio (neutral, swedish name or fem japanese name for beautiful cherry blossom)

Mila : Milan (masc leaning, dear in slavic), Miles (masc, latin for soldier), Milo (same as Miles)

Olivia : Oliver (olive tree in latin), Olie (short for both names)

Sarah : Samuel (masc, name of god in hebrew) -> Sam (gender neutral short for Samantha or Samuel), Sasha (neutral, defender in slavic)

Sophia : Sophos (greek for clever, wisdom), Sophocles (greek poet, name means wisdom+glory)

#transing names #names #trans #trans ftm #ftm #enby #transmasc #non binary #name suggestions #writing

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stingslikeabee · 4 months

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The Continental verse

Born as Lilian Siân Owens-Drysdell to a Welsh crime syndicate family, Lilian had the life of a princess growing up: surrounded in equal measures by luxury and the knowledge of what her family did for a living, the girl nonetheless took after her mother and her hobbies - gardening, beekeeping and being as sweet as the honey produced in their backyard had been Lilian's preferred strategy to achieve her own goals.

Not that she needed to manipulate the patriarch or most of his men to get anything - those under Edgar's rule would always do whatever his oldest asked without any hesitation, but his daughter just had a knack for being welcoming, hospitable and displaying other true talents of a seasoned hostess like her mother, used to holding, planning and organizing many grand events at the Drysdell estate.

And perhaps it was precisely because Lilian was so much averse to inheriting her father's role that she insisted in carving a different path, away from Edgar's shadow and influence. While firing a gun or getting into hand to hand combat were nothing the girl hadn't been trained for given her bloodline, there was no sense of personal fulfillment for Lilian in being a mafia boss. Instead, there was something much more attractive in connecting to people.

Finding out what made someone content, uncovering their strengths and weaknesses, providing for others while taking note of their reactions and soaking all that information - these were the true joys for Lilian, who fully embraced the approach of catching flies with honey and adopted the alias of 'Melissa'. With her origins, it was not difficult to find employment under one of the many Continental branches, earning the respect of the fellow hotel workers for her abilities and eventually getting promoted to the position of a concierge.

As concierge of the Continental, Melissa is the right-hand to whatever manager is currently serving as head of that location, as appointed by the High Table. While she is not privy to management-exclusive secrets of hotel operations, she is nonetheless vital to keep the hotel running essentially as what it is meant to be - from the regular hospitality services to the additional activities they might offer their guests for the right fees, there is a lot that she oversees and deals with, with varying degrees of personal involvement depending on how legendary the guest is.

The fact that she has blood ties to the Welsh mafia is not a state secret - but it is not openly advertised and, given how far Melissa has moved to make a career for herself, that connection is rarely (if ever) made. Most of the times, her reputation derives from the excellent service offered and the obvious preference for customized jewelry, accessories and weapons - several of Melissa's items have honeybees or honeycombs engraved or carved into them and she seems to enjoy the associations to the Greek nymph who she borrowed the alias from.

Note: I don't know what to say - but I sat down to watch 'The Continental' (the show set in the same verse of the John Wick movies) and I just had to make a concierge!Melissa verse. It has been in my head for a full day and I just decided to unleash this gremlin variety on the dash to make it everyone else's problem. I am using a mix of the movie and the show lore here and keeping her associated to a nondescript Continental; it doesn't even need to be a main one or under Winston's management (following Charon's death in JW4). It just made sense to me - Melissa's verses by default have her being a hostess and someone who derives a great deal of pleasure in connecting with people and making them feel welcome; it hardly felt like a stretch. The main difference is that this is a Melissa that knows how to fight back; she would never win against trained/professional assassins because that's not her forte, but she's not as useless in a physical confrontation as 99% of her counterparts. It's also safe to say she's absolutely used to violence despite having a decent family (although one she doesn't see or visits frequently). And although this is a verse rooted in John Wick lore, it doesn't need to be restricted to it! For any other purposes, she's just a concierge at a very unique hotel with surprising skills - either because she just doesn't want to pick up the family legacy as an outright mafia boss or for another personal reason that has driven her to the hospitality business. This is flexible and easy to be adapted as needed!

#ooc!#new verse #v: the Continental #who knew three random episodes #and some Katie gifsets as the adjudicator #would make me go this hard haha

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cursed-herbalist · 1 year

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𝓛𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓼 𝓖𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓷 𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂

Gryffindor • Pureblood • British/German • Taurus • ENTP • Auror (Infiltration Specialist) • Trained Airforce Pilot

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A/N: If your Ocs want to be friends or rivals with Lunas or if you have a love interest for him hmu!

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Name: Lunas Griffin Avery

Meaning: Lunas is Latin, meaning 'moon'; Griffin is Welsh, meaning 'lord' or 'prince'

Nicknames: -

Birthdate: 2nd May 1887 (10:34 AM)

Zodiac Sign: Taurus Sun, Virgo Moon, Leo Rising

Personality Type (MBTI): ENTP

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Gender Identity: Wizard (he/him)

Blood-Status: Pureblood

Nationality: British/German

Residence: London, England

Hometown: Upper Flagley (Wizarding Town) / Doncaster, Yorkshire, England

Languages: English, German, French, Latin, Greek, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Finnish

Physical Appearance

Faceclaim: Volker Bruch

Hair: dark brown

Eyes: green

Height: 180cm

Weight: 68kg

Body Type: fit, slim

Skin Tone: fair

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): mole on his right cheek, eye bags for days

Accent: Yorkshire/RP British mix

What do they carry on them?: notebook, wand, a bitch face, cigarettes and a lighter

Family

Father: Osiris Dorian Avery - Former British Ambassador to Germany, now a British Delegate in the International Confederation of Wizards. Very traditional and strict. Can get very angry and intimidating. Expects excellence and exquisite behaviour from his children at all times. His relationship with his children is rather complicated.

fc: Thomas Kretschmann

Mother: Cynthia Avery née Silberstein - Housewife. German. Besties with Helena Enfield. Likes to gossip and is a bit judgy. Throwing lavish parties makes her happy. Loves her children dearly and really enjoys being a mother but doesn’t want to cross her husband.

fc: Michelle Williams

Younger sister: Odessa Lilian Avery (1889) - Odessa had always been the most rebellious of the bunch. Even if Lunas adored her for it, he sometimes wished she'd listen to their father more. Using his 'favourite son' privilege he tried his best to soften the blows Odessa would face as a consequence of her behaviour. He, constantly, was walking a tightrope between wishing to protect her and pleasing his father which is why their relationship remained complicated but nonetheless loving. Even if his father despised her for eloping with that 'useless squib boy' he still kept in touch with her after it.

Youngest sister: Ione Lumina Avery (1893) - Precious Ione had always been scared of their father. She preferred to keep her nose buried in a book, as it helped block out her surroundings. Even if she admired her sister Odessa for her uprightness, she much rather preferred to stay quiet about most matters. Gifted with a big imagination she liked to escape the world with art.

fc: Saskia Rosendahl (or Freya Tingley?)

Backstory

As the firstborn son of a pure-blood family, Lunas has always felt pressured to meet society's and his family's expectations. Raised in the iron fist of his father, he became a well-accomplished young man with a slight attitude yet a secretly soft heart.

Growing up in Doncaster, and with a Muggle RFC base nearby, he found joy in watching the first test flights and admiring the soldiers from afar. His fascination with aeroplanes ultimately prompted him to join the military and become one of the first (fighter) pilots once he graduated from Hogwarts—much to his father’s dismay. Although fairly talented at it, he eventually gave in to the pressure his father was inflicting on him and pursued a different career at the Ministry. What his father didn't know is that Lunas somehow found a way to keep up his duty in the army while receiving training in aviation. His talent to charm people into giving him information would come in handy there, quickly making him a valuable asset to the Auror Office.

During his years of working his way up in the Ministry, he has been in many precarious situations. Yet one incident, in particular, shook him to the core. On one mission, he was hunting down a particularly dangerous Dark wizard. Unfortunately, when he tried to hit him with a spell, he hit his fellow colleague instead. The poor sod fell off the roof and to his death. To this day, it is beyond him why his working buddy didn't try to disapparate or stop the fall but that's beside the point. Scared of the consequences, he blamed it on the Dark wizard who was able to escape. Admittedly, not his finest hour.

A few years later, at the brink of WWI, Lunas was tasked to keep an eye on the German Ministry of Magic as it seemed to take the ‘no-wizard-involvement’ pact rather loosely. Making sure the German wizards didn’t manipulate the war in their favour, he posed as a German Airforce Captain and infiltrated the German muggle military to keep an eye on wizard activities. This, however, should only be a very short endeavour as much more pressing matters were coming up back home in England.

Dark wizards, threatening to take down the Ministry, were quickly gaining followers. Luckily, Lunas had already established a secure standing within their ranks as this had been brooding for quite a while. Little did he know that Ren Godfrey, the Dark WIzard whom he had encountered on the said roof before, would join them. Ren knew who Lunas was and about his slip-ups in the past. He had no qualms about using this information as leverage against him, making Lunas his little minion.

Will Lunas find a way out of this mess? Hopefully.

Magic

House: Gryffindor

Best Class: DADA, Transfiguration, Flying

Worst Class: Herbology

Quidditch: Seeker

Clubs: Duelling Club

Wand: Blackthorn Wood, Pheonix Core, 13 1/2” Length, Slightly Yielding Flexibility

➔ Blackthorn, which is a very unusual wand wood, has the reputation, in my view well-merited, of being best suited to a warrior. This does not necessarily mean that its owner practises the Dark Arts (although it is undeniable that those who do so will enjoy the blackthorn wand’s prodigious power); one finds blackthorn wands among the Aurors as well as among the denizens of Azkaban. It is a curious feature of the blackthorn bush, which sports wicked thorns, that it produces its sweetest berries after the hardest frosts, and the wands made from this wood appear to need to pass through danger or hardship with their owners to become truly bonded. Given this condition, the blackthorn wand will become as loyal and faithful a servant as one could wish.

Animagus: Crow (unregistered?)

Boggart: not being good enough (however that would manifest)

Riddikulus: tbd

Patronus: Crow

Patronus Memory: his first training flight

Mirror of Erised: tbd

Amortentia (what he smells like): tobacco, petrol, cedar, iron and a hint of vanilla

Amortentia (what he smells): tbd

Magical Abilities: -

Career

11–17: Student at Hogwarts 18–26(?): Soldier, Royal Flying Corps (RFC), Fighter Pilot (technically didn't exist yet but you get the idea) 22-?: Auror for the British Ministry (Specialist for Infiltration)

Important Events

1913-onward: Establishes a standing with the brooding Dark wizards' movement 1914-1916: Infiltrates the German Muggle Army to keep an eye on wizard activities (poses as an Airforce Captain); also keeps an eye on the other involved war parties

Personality & Attitude

Personality: Lunas is aware of his talents and wants to share them with the world. Although somewhat cautious, he's an adventurous soul and is brave about the choices he makes in life.

His inner stability, confidence, and practicality combine to make his progress in life very smooth. People often turn to him for advice, as his advice is always reasonable and well thought out.

He has a sharp, analytical, and penetrating mind. His attention to detail, exactness, and overall fussiness help to put his plans into action.

Unlike his sister, it’s not easy to ruffle his feathers. Even if there are obstacles he will easily transcend them through sheer determination and willpower. As his life usually runs quite smoothly he has adopted some sort of a smug outlook.

Lunas prefers his surroundings to be highly active and stimulating, for in a passive or tranquil environment he can become lethargic. He functions best where the competition is intense and the responsibility is great. Eloquent and highly persuasive, his words are always measured to produce an effect and he just loves to tease his friends and loved ones.

Strengths: charming/silver tongue, observant, fast learner, adaptable, stealthy, witty, responsible

Weaknesses: always looking for a new challenge (wants to prove himself), represses his emotions a lot (it might not be healthy)

Stressors: dark wizards, getting blackmailed, his father, having to do questionable things to keep up his cover (it gets easier over time)

Comfort: having a smoke, having a drink, indulging/having a good time, stimulating conversation

Priorities: proving himself and his capability, not getting caught

Favourites

Colours: anything as long as it's dark but probably dark brown

Food: he's pretty undemanding when it comes to food, as long as it tastes good it's fine

Drink: a well-aged bourbon

Flowers: anything that makes the woman he desires happy, maybe daisies (but shhhh)

Books: newspapers, secret documents that he definitely wasn't supposed to see

Weather: clear skies, not too windy

Hobbies: learning languages, flying (aeroplanes and brooms), aeroplanes in general, snooping around, chatting with people, travelling, going out/having a drink

Style: normal upper/middle-class attire

His most valued possessions: his military insignias, the wristwatch his father gave him for graduating from Hogwarts with excellent grades

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Leda Gaunt @gaygryffindorgal - tbd

Best friend: Alexej Kavinsky @potionboy3 - tbd

Friends: Open for friendships if you're interested :)

Melvyn 'Melv' Enfield @potionboy3 - Childhood friend and colleague. Never understood why Melv never made a move on his sister Ode, as he very clearly seemed to have feelings for her.

Rivals:

Ares Gaunt @gaygryffindorgal - Ex-rivals at school, now colleagues? The relationship is yet to be determined.

Kit Enfield @potionboy3 - Lunas never really liked Kit as he thought him to have a bad influence on Odessa. Maybe his parent's views influenced this just a little bit.

Enemies:

Ren Godfrey / T.O.W.E.R @potionboy3 - Lunas and Ren have had a few run-ins with each other – all of which haven't ended well. When Ren joins the Dark wizard group that Lunas has been tasked to observe, he's quick to blackmail Lunas into working for him.

The AM (Anti-Muggle) movement

Headcanons & MISC:

collects fake passports like stamps

Lunas Avery aka Jonas Bergheim (German) aka Lewis Dalton (American) aka Lucien Arnaud (French) aka Ilya Semizdralov (Russian)

perpetual frowner

night owl and early bird (RIP)

no one ever knows where he's at / has a habit of just disappearing (usually because of his job)

#lunas avery #hp ww1 era #fbawtft #-ish?#wizarding world #my ocs #oc profile #after weeks of being MIA I'm back to disappear again just like Lunas #love how he has an even more detailed and dramatic story than Ode XD

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shesholy · 1 year

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𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊 . initial .

full name: travis andrew buckley . nicknames, aliases:

trav .

tripp . ( by close friends & family )

age: thirty - six . date of birth: april thirtieth . place of birth: hinesville , georgia . nationality: american . ethnicity: white ( english , german , irish , welsh ) . languages spoken: english , some spanish .

zodiac sign: taurus . hogwarts house: gryffindor . myers - briggs: esfj - t . personality: your stereotypical southern gentleman . he’s polite to everyone , holds himself very well and is overall just a good guy . known to be the life of the party , who needs to be drunk when travis has a non - alcoholic beer in his hand and is giving everyone else a run for their money on a night out ? with that said he does know when it's time to reel it all in and at times can be considered a dad of a group . always making sure everyone gets from point a to point b safely . he cares deeply about the people surrounds himself with and is very protective if need be . known to be one of the funniest guys on a set or in the studio and has a particular affinity for a good prank . he loves the outdoors , his upbringing pretty much making him susceptible to that and he wouldn’t be a true blue southern guy if he wasn’t obsessed with sports ( although , no he will never not love his teams in georgia teams no matter how much time he spends on the west coast ) , he was even pretty good at baseball back in the day .

occupation: actor and singer - songwriter . career claims: brad pitt ( acting ) , cole swindell and mitchell tenpenny ( singing ) .

( you can find his filmography & discography here . )

height: six foot . weight: 182 lbs . tattoos, piercings: none .

father: jerry buckley ( sixty - three ) , an american farm rancher . relationship : tba . mother: annabelle buckley nee dawson ( deceased ) , an american hair stylist . relationship : tba . sibling: lauren buckley ( twenty - eight ) , an american business woman . relationship : tba . pets: delta ( german shepard , ten years old ) , dixie ( goldendoodle , nine years old )

gender: cis male . pronouns: he / him . orientation: heterosexual . status: in a relationship . past relationships:

mackenzie kennedy . ( tba )

lilian hawker . ( d. 2014 - 2023 )

𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔 . background .

tldr : tba .

travis was born to a third generation farm rancher and a hair stylist , in hinesville , georgia . the buckley house was one full of music and laughter . a family that genuinely loved the company of one another . from a young age travis took a particular liking to the record player in the family room , playing music whenever he could get away with it . before his little sister could so much as walk he was teaching her the words to all the best country songs from the 80s , even as a child he thought music was the best form of bonding . it wasn’t long before he started singing in the church choir , his own little escape from the mundane work that came with going to school or helping out around the ranch whenever his father needed an extra hand .

most people like him never even so much as left their small town but at a young age his parents knew travis’ life called for so much more than taking over the ranch , he wasn’t meant to be hidden away in some small town in georgia . he was a dreamer with enough talent to actually do something more with his life . over the radio one morning the family learned of auditions for young actors that were going on in savannah , georgia . the way his eyes lit up , said it all to his parents . that weekend they packed up their pick up truck and headed to the city . he didn’t get the part he went for , his parents ready to give him words of encouragement but travis didn’t need them claiming on his own “ i’ll get the next one “ . something of a promise to himself . now back home in hineville , he had something new to be passionate about and it didn’t take long for him to start trying out for local plays ( most of which were done through the church they attended ) . he was getting lead parts within a couple years of doing it , the next time an audition came around he knew he’d be ready for it . his confidence and hard work was rewarded at thirteen when he booked his first gig . a recurring character on a tv show shooting in atlanta . his mom , being his biggest supporter played taxi driver regularly for him . three hour drives filled with the two of them going over his lines and when he finally felt comfortable with them the two turned up the radio and revisited his first love , music .

the door was now open for him and he started booking more and more roles . during dry spells he would spend his nights at karaoke spots , never really losing his love for music . everything changed when he got the role of j.d in thelma and louise , it was his big breakout role and it seemed everything he’d worked for had finally come to a head . all eyes were on him . a few more movies later and reality struck he couldn’t continue on this career path and live in hineville so he made the big leap and moved to hollywood . admittedly he was like a fish out of water and without his family around he began to slip into the uglier parts of the industry . a once sheltered country boy had turned into a man controlled solely by his vices . it was after the premiere for inglorious bastards that travis seemingly disappeared . neither his friends nor his agents knew were he’d gone . hollywood’s heart throb had gone missing , without a word .

he’d decided at the night of the premiere that with the help of his family he would check into a rehab facility in georgia . at the time he was ready to wipe his hands clean of acting and hollywood as a whole . he just wanted to feel like himself again , truthfully . after a little over a month he was released from the inpatient facility and bought a house as close to his father’s ranch as he could . it was ironic , growing up he never wanted to be hidden away in the state he grew up in and now here he was doing just that . it was a couple years of playing the part of a rancher when some of his childhood friends came up with a plan to get him out of his hiding . what was only meant to be a boys trip to nashville turned into travis meeting country singer luke bryan , who he would later write a catalog of songs for .

once again , travis decided to take a leap and moved to nashville in late 2012 . he performed at local bars for a few months before he was approached by a music executive , it wasn’t much longer before he was signed a record label and working on what would be his debut album . the media fell into a frenzie , naturally . magazines all over the country talking about how the heartthrob had thrown away his scripts for a guitar . he didn’t pay the media much mind though , deciding to leave that to his team . if he had made anything clear it was that he didn’t care about the fame that came knocking at his door at such a young age , he just wanted to do something meaningful .

in 2014 , he released his self - titled debut album and a year later won the acm new artist of the year award . he was steam rolling forward with music , with no intentions to ever look back on his acting days . that was until he met his current girlfriend , an actress shooting a film in nashville at the time . he fell for her fast and hard and before he knew it the distance was something of a swear word . it was just a year in and she approached him with an opportunity to get back into acting . he’d convinced himself for years he wanted nothing to do with acting ever again , it had turned him into a shell of himself but she was quick to remind him that he was a different person now and far to talented to never pick up a script ever again . with her support he returned to the big screen as tyler durden in fight club . throughout filming he refound his love for being in front the camera and with every award or accolade that came afterwards he was quick to fit the one person he owed the resurgence of his acting career to into his speech , his girlfriend .

in the last few years he’d made the permanent decision to move back to california . at first a test for himself , but it quickly just became clear living in los angles made his busy schedule much easier .

#hillzhqsintro #ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭ ᵗʳᵃᵛⁱˢ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 : ❪ ⠀ ⠀ about ⠀ ⠀ ❫#ㅤ۪ㅤ۫ㅤ੭ ᵗʳᵃᵛⁱˢ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 : ❪ ⠀ ⠀ muse ⠀ ⠀ ❫

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deliciouslyimpossiblerebel · 6 months

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Princess Lilian-Sweden's British Princess.

The life story of Princess Lilian of Sweden, the Welsh-born model and actress who won the heart of a Swedish Prince!

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yourdailyqueer · 3 years

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Lilian Welsh (deceased)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

DOB: 6 March 1858

RIP: 23 February 1938

Ethnicity: White - American

Occupation: Doctor, teacher, activist, suffragette

#Lilian Welsh #lgbt history #female #lesbian #1858 #rip #historical #white #doctor #teacher #activist #suffragette #popular #popular post

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queerwelsh · 3 years

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Kathleen Freeman was born on the 22nd of June, 1897, in Yardley, Birmingham. By 1911, she and her parents, Charles H Freeman, a commercial traveller, and Catherine Freeman (née Mawdesley) had moved to Conway Road, Cardiff. Kathleen attended Canton High School and University of South Wales and Monmouthshire (Cardiff University).

After graduating with a BA in Classics, Kathleen stayed on at the University as a Greek lecturer, being awarded an MA and D.Litt. During the Second World War, she lectured for the Ministry of Information and HM Forces in South Wales. In 1946, having become a senior lecturer, she resigned from Cardiff University to focus on her writing and research.

As well as publishing academic texts on Classics and Greek translations, Kathleen was a mystery and detective writer. She was admitted into the Detection Club in 1951, a group of mystery writes which included Agatha Christie. Mary Fitt was her most used and well-known pseudonym, under which she published 27 novels and short stories from 1936, but she also wrote as Stuart Mary Wick, Clare St Donat, Caroline Cory and ‘T’other Jane Austen.’

From the 1930s until her death on the 21st of February 1959, Kathleen lived with her partner Dr Liliane Clopet, a GP and writer, at Lark Ride, Druidstone Road, St. Mellons (outside Cardiff). Several of her books were dedicated to Liliane. Liliane died in Newport in 1987, aged 86.

Sources:

‘FREEMAN, KATHLEEN ('Mary Fitt'; 1897 - 1959), classical scholar and writer,’ The Welsh Biography

‘Inspirational People: 3. Kathleen Freeman – Classicist and Fiction Writer,’ Judith Dray, Cardiff University Blogs

‘How to Conceal a Female Scholar; or, the Invisible Classicist of Cardiff,’ Edith Hall, The Edithorial

Kathleen Freeman, A Brief Biography & Bibliography, M. Eleanor Irwin, University of Toronto

#kathleen freeman #mary fitt #born on this day #queer history #lgbt history #welsh history #pride #cardiff #welsh queer history #on this day #otd #history #cardiff university #m #there will be hopefully more written about them #you can find more further reading through wikipedia tbh i.e. to journal articles #liliane clopet

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literalite · 2 years

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how did u come up with the morrow kids names?? do they have any meaning depending on the character??

OMG OKAY YEAH I CAN DO THAT

so basically when i started out i knew there would be 5 kids, knew that the youngest kid would be the heir, and i had an idea for their birth name already. im gonna explain my reasoning for each of their names in the order i basically decided on it for them

IDRIS - male name, from welsh as well as islamic roots, meaning lord/studious/fiery leader/prophet. i got the name from cadair idris which is a real mountain in wales which like was liiight inspo for the lake idris where saige and lilian grew up that will appear in dgwicf at Some Point In The Future. keep an eye on the fiery leader and prophet part of that name’s meaning, but light on the studious bcos spoilers but idris is not that flash of a scholar LMAO. throughout their teenage years they dont go by this name but after some revelations they reclaim it as a middle name

ITHACA - a greek island in the ionian sea, mostly known for being the place odysseus was trying to get back to for the ten years after the trojan war. i just rlly like this name ngl like it just fucks so hard i love odysseus (if u didnt know there was a few months where i went by ulysses which is the roman equiv of odysseus) and also the act of devotion that spurs odie to try for a full decade to get back to his wife penelope... ithaca is very devoted to the ppl she loves thats one of her core like traits

at this point i was like damn well ive got 2/5 names starting with i... might as well continue the streak FGHJKL also my cousin’s got three real cute kids whose name r isabella isaac and indiana so maybe i stole the vibe from them

INANNA - ancient mesopotamian goddess associated with love, beauty, sex, war, justice and political power. i actually got this name initially from the wicdiv character inanna who is like my fav character of that comic- my inanna is kiiind of a selective inversion of the og goddess as they’re aroace but also rlly focused on beauty and justice. the title the goddess holds is the queen of heaven and inanna is kind of the de facto leader of the morrow kids despite being the second youngest. ALSO ALSO the in-canon explanation for this name is its actually a homage to bellona (inanna’s grandmother) who is named for a roman goddess of war

ICARUS - i feel like everyone knows who this is but the son of a mythological inventor who flew too close to the sun in wax wings and died. cary’s kind of a contradiction of a character he’s very ambitious but also very lazy he doesn’t think things through before he does them or says them but he’s also a chronic overthinker, more so than almost all of his siblings. hes got a tendency for self destruction and also his like endgame s/o has a sun flavoured name so there is that too

IGNACIO - spanish male name meaning born from fire. iggy’s kind of blindly passionate about everything and hes got a really bright personality, full of life and love for almost everyone he comes across. he’s like this eternal optimist. this name was kind of hard for me to decide because the full name lowkey doesn’t suit him that well but the shortening of iggy definitely does

basically u can see i draw a shit ton of inspo for names from like mythology and yeah the meanings of the names vary in like relevance to the actual character but this is just how i did it idk

#ask #reply #anonymous #sorry to anon i fr had this in my drafts for ages n ages HAHA

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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Find The Way Home (Thomas Lightwood Fanfic)

Extended tlh Lightwood family fluff about Thomas being accused for murder! (Never thought I'd put an exclamation after saying someone was being accused for murder) It's super long, so I split it into two parts!

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Bridgestock pushed Thomas in front of him, leading him towards the institute like he was a prisoner. Well, technically, Bridgestock might have believed he was a prisoner even though he wasn’t. Thomas couldn’t quite breathe properly. Though he knew he was innocent, the shock of being found in that situation, the feeling of being treated like a murderer, brought out a fear in him he thought he had already grown out of.

They made it to the top steps, before the doors opened to reveal Cecily standing behind them.

“Maurice, what is the meaning of this?” She said. She had the strange ability to direct all of the anger of the world onto Maurice, and look at Thomas worriedly at the same time.

“We’ve caught ourselves the little murder.” Bridgestock said proudly.

Cecily’s jaw dropped, looking at Bridgestock as though he’d grown another head. “Ha-have you gone mad?” She said incredulously. “Release my nephew and let’s discuss this rationally.”

“I’m not going to release a murderer.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion, Maurice. He’s a child.” She said icily.

“He’s not a child anymore, Cecily. He’s quite grown. And we found him in the act! Look, even his hands are shaking.”

Thomas’ hand were shaking. He couldn’t stop thinking about how Lilian Highsmith had just died in his arms.

“That’s because he’s covered in blood. Because you’ve tied his hands and have most likely been parading him around the streets like some prized lamb up for slaughter, accusing him of a crime he most certainly didn’t commit.” Cecily said angrily. She turned to Bridget. “Ring Sophie and Gideon, please. This is ridiculous.”

“I already have, miss. They should be here soon.”

“Cecily, you’re being biased. Thomas Lightwood is your godson—”

“Exactly.” Cecily said. “That means I’ve known him my entire life and I know a murderer when I see one. You’re insulting my intelligence by contradicting me.”

“I’m not insulting you; he’s tricked us all, making us think he was a kind, innocent giant of a boy, when in reality, he is a ruthless killer.”

“This conversation has gone to the dogs.” Cecily said. “You’re being an absolute idiot and you know it. Now release him. You should hope for all of your sakes that you weren’t the reason behind those injuries on him.”

“I most certainly will not.” Bridgestock scoffed.

“Bridgestock, what the hell are you doing?” Gabriel said, quickly coming down the institute staircase to where they all were standing.

“He thinks Thomas is the murderer.” Cecily said, bitterly.

Gabriel laughed. “You can’t be serious.” When he saw that nobody was laughing, he stopped. “Are you serious?”

Cecily pressed her lips together tightly, glaring at Bridgestock.

“This is idiotic. And why the Hell is he tied up like at?

“Your wife just told you; he’s a murder suspect.”

“Thomas?” Gabriel said, “you could literally have brought any other shadowhunter here, and I’d believe it more than if it were Thomas.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. There is concrete evidence that he is the murder.”

“What evidence?” Gabriel said.

While Gabriel and the inquisitor began to brawl, Cecily seized her opportunity and rushed over to Thomas.

“Are you alright?” she asked, checking for injuries with efficiency few people could express. “Is all of this blood yours?”

Thomas shook his head. He felt cold all over. “Aunt Cecy, I didn’t kill—”

Cecily shook her head. “Of course you didn’t, bach. Just breathe, you’re looking pale. Do you want water? I’ll go get—”

“No, please don’t go.” He said. He felt like a child. He hadn’t been so desperate to see anyone as he was now.

Cecily looked at him. “No, of course not. I need you to take deep breaths, Tom. Gideon and Sophie will be here soon, and we’ll get you right out. ”

She took out a stele and was about to draw an iratze rune on his skin to heal his cuts when Bridgestock pulled Thomas away from Cecily. “I didn’t give you permission to engage with him.”

“Oh, you piece of-” Cecily let out a string of curses that filled the institute and left the shadowhunters speechless. “Get your filthy hands off of him before I rip them out of their sockets and shove them down your throat.” Her eyes might as well have been the blue fire from hell. Even Bridgestock looked uneasy.

“He is under suspicion for a crime.”

“It’s alright, Aunt. He won’t listen no matter what. Let him take me to the sanctuary; It’s only fair.” His voice came out more breathless than he would have liked, but at least everybody listened.

Gabriel accompanied Thomas and the other shadowhunters and Cecily waited by the doorway, perhaps for his parents.

The truth was, after some of the initial shock was gone, Thomas was able to understand that this wasn’t too bad. It would be okay because he’ll most likely—no, definitely— be tried with the mortal sword, and be found innocent.

When the sanctuary doors opened, Thomas told himself one thing: Everything would be just fine.

…

“What is the meaning of this?”

A few minutes after being seated in the sanctuary, Thomas looked up relieved to be seeing his mother’s familiar face.

The question directed at Bridgestock, but she looked at Thomas.

“Your son is being held under suspicion.”

“This is utter nonsense.” Gideon said, stand behind Sophie.

Sophie started towards Thomas.

“Stop! You mustn’t—”

“I suggest you do not come in between my son and I, Maurice. The numbers are not in your favor.” Sophie said, referring to the rest of the Lightwoods behind her: Gabriel, Cecily, Eugenia, Gideon, even little Alexander, in Eugenia’s arms, was looking mutinous.

The inquisitor didn’t stop Sophie as she made her way to Thomas.

“Mother,” Thomas said, “I didn’t do it. I didn’t kill anyone.”

“I know, Thomas. Of course you didn’t.” Sophie said, putting her arms around him.

It was comforting to have his mother embrace him. It felt human, after all of the mess of what has been happening. To smell the familiar scent of her perfume; to be able to rest his head on her shoulder.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Bridgestock said, interrupting.

Cecily cursed at him in Welsh.

“What did she say?” he demanded

“It doesn’t matter.” Gabriel said dismissively.

Bridgestock seemed about to retort, when he suddenly looked around the room. “Where the hell is Gideon?”

“He went to get the Consul.” Sophie said, pulling away from the hug. “She’ll make a rational decision about this matter.”

Bridgestock was fuming. “Well, I’m going too. Everybody clear the room.”

“Why would we do that?” Eugenia said.

“Because I’m not leaving a criminal out in the open.” He said. “Especially when you are bound to free him.”

“We are temporary heads of the London Institute, Bridgestock.”

“And I’m your permanent Inquisitor.” He said. “And you must do as I say.”

He stared at Sophie.

She clenched her jaw and turned to Thomas. “We’re going to get you out, alright? Charlotte will know what to do and then this will all be behind you and you can come home, darling.” She gave him a tight hug and kissed his forehead before she headed towards the door.

“We must tie him up.”

Eugenia was fuming. Sophie looked calm, but the scarred side of her face twitched. Cecily’s fists were clenched and Gabriel was about to say something when Thomas spoke.

“It’s okay. Let him bind me to the chair.” Thomas offered them a weak smile. “It can’t hurt me.”

A shadowhunter tightened ropes around his wrists while another tied his legs to the chair. Thomas realized the fault in his statement when he noticed how tight they were making the knots; how they were digging into his skin. Sophie looked like she wanted to go to him and cut the knots off. She looked like it caused her pain to see him like this. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but could think of nothing.

They still looked at each other as the shadowhunters finished and the doors of the sanctuary closed, leaving Thomas alone.

…

“Is it stupid,” Cecily said, “that he insisted on locking Thomas in the Sanctuary when we have the key?” She held up said key and gave it to Eugenia.

“I wouldn’t recommend you go in, of course, because that could very well raise Bridgestock’s suspicions, but at least we can control who gets in.”

Eugenia threw her aunt a wide grin and stalked away from the room. Both women smiled as they watched Eugenia leave. When the door closed, Cecily turned to Sophie.

“How are you?” she asked her, shifting Alexander from one hip to the other.

“The shock of seeing my son tied up to a chair and treated like a criminal is wearing off.” Sophie said, reaching out to brush Alex’s silky, raven curls away from his forehead. “I know he’s innocent and that he’ll get out in no time, but I can’t help but worry. He’s not a baby anymore, but he’s my child and I can’t help but stress that he’s in that wretched sanctuary.” Sophie turned her gaze away from Alexander to Cecily.

“I have terrible memories for that room from my time working as a maid in the Institute. Of struggling against clockwork creatures, of being pulled across the floor. Some memories are so deep in your mind that you forget they exist, until something triggers them to come back.”

Cecily took Sophie’s hand.

“I don’t want him to be in there by himself.” Sophie said. “And he’s going to have to spend the night there because the only way Bridgestock will let him go is if he is tried with the mortal sword, and it’s in Paris with Will and Tessa and—”

“Sophie.” Cecily said, setting Alexander down on the floor and sitting Sophie down on a chair. “You know better than I that Thomas is strong. If anybody can stay in The Sanctuary, alone all night, it’s your son.”

Sophie nodded. “Yes, I know. It’s just that…” She bit her lip. “He’s my son. I can’t help but worry.”

Cecily knelt down in front of her and grabbed her hands tightly. “I know it’s frightening. We mothers never stop worrying. But I want you to know that Thomas will be released tomorrow at the latest, and until then, he’ll be alright.”

Sophie squeezed Cecily’s hand back.

“You're right. It can’t be worse than anything we Lightwood women haven’t endured yet.”

Cecily got up and hugged her fiercely.

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Mis(sing) Fortune: The Money and Tragedy of the Dancing Marquess

When Henry Cyril Paget was born on June 16th 1875 he became the newest member of an illustrious family. His father, Henry, was the 4th Marquess of Anglesey, 5th Earl of Uxbridge, served as Vice-Admiral of the Coast, and was an Honorable Colonel of the 2nd Volunteer Battalion of Royal Welsh Fusiliers. His grandfather, 2nd Marquess of Anglesey, was a prominent politician and a senior officer in the United Kingdom. The 1st Marquess earned the title from his days in Waterloo, becoming known for his contributions to the battle and the loss of his leg in the conflict. From day one he may have been expected to follow in the family footsteps of politics, military, and prestige but as a young man it became very clear where Paget’s priorities lay.

When Paget was only two years old his mother died and he was sent to live in Paris. There is some confusion as to who took in the child with some reports saying he was raised by one of his aunts who later went on to marry French actor Benoît-Constant Coquelin. When he was eight years old the boy was returned back to his father and his new wife who were living in Plas Newydd, the luxurious Paget family home located on the island of Anglesey of Wales. Much of the young Paget’s early life is surrounded in mystery. It is known that his childhood was very isolated and in an account written upon his death a friend wrote that when he arrived back at Plas Newydd he had a very “delicate appearance.” He went on to adhere to the roles expected of him, attending Eton College and joining the military, earning the rank of Lieutenant in the 2nd Volunteer Battalion of the Royal Welsh Fusiliers. On January 20th 1898 he married his cousin Lilian Florence Maud Chetwynd but only nine months later a loss would send his life in an entirely new direction.

Henry Cyril Paget in his military days. Image via Public Domain.

When Paget’s father died on October 13th 1898 the then twenty-three year old inherited all of his family’s wealth. It was a massive fortune of approximately 30,000 acres in family estates valued at 81 million dollars in today’s money and an annual income of £110,000, an amount that today would be equal to 17.5 million dollars every year.

Being granted access to seemingly unlimited assets, Henry Paget 5th Marquess of Anglesey saw freedom and he quickly decided he was going to use this money to make himself happy, regardless of how contradictory it was to all expectations of him. Paget had a passion for the finer things and soon he was spending massive amounts of money on extravagant clothes, furs, jewels, cars, boats, perfumes, toys, chocolate, parrots, dogs, horses, and funding one of his great loves, theater. When his father died Paget renamed the family home of Plas Newydd, dubbing it Anglesey Castle, and proceeded to convert the family chapel into a 150-seat theater that he named the Gaiety Theatre.

The converted Gaiety Theatre. Image via Wikipedia.

The productions at the Gaiety were just as extravagant as Paget. The programs given to attendees were designed in the shape of characters in the production and sometimes made from silk. The shows varied wildly and ranged from variety acts to Shakespeare with Paget often taking a lead role in the entertainment, sometimes performing dance numbers that earned him the nickname “The Dancing Marquess.” Eventually he hired a formal company of actors and for three years Paget took them on tour throughout Europe and Britain. While Paget may have felt he was living his true and best life, his wife completely disagreed with his lifestyle and by 1900 she filed for divorce.

If the separation from his wife affected him the Marquess did not let it on and he continued to spend his fortune like water. His collection of cars grew and he customized them as much as his clothing, fitting them so that the exhaust fumes would smell like rose perfume and the seats were revolving armchairs. He amassed a herd of thirty dogs and when he wanted an item of clothing to be a certain color he would cover it in jewels of that hue. One item in is wardrobe, a ping-pong jacket, was green in color because it was completely covered in emeralds.

Henry Cyril Paget. Image via Wikipedia.

Despite presenting himself as an otherworldly figure, Paget was well known to the local community, often getting involved in events, charity work, and inviting them to his theater productions. Those who worked for him in Anglesey Castle enjoyed his company. But, the good will of those around him could not pay his bills and unbelievably, within six years, all of Paget’s money was gone.

With astronomical debts totaling tens of millions of dollars, the only thing that could be done was to sell the belongings that absorbed his fortune. Trustees of the estate began forty days of sales of his items. In one day alone they sold 900 lots of silk suits and fur coats.

Henry Cyril Paget circa 1900. Image via Wikipedia.

After the sale of his belongings Paget “retired” to France, traveling with a servant, a nurse, and a baby who was eventually returned to their biological parents. Despite burning through an unimaginable fortune, he was not totally financially cut off and he was allotted an allowance of £2,000 a year, an amount equal to just under $300,000 a year today. Even though he officially moved on from his home and underwent a bankruptcy, people did not forget about Paget and he remained in the public eye, giving interviews to newspapers and telling them “In six years, I have run through that fortune, just how - I could not tell you." In time Paget moved on to Monte Carlo where it was reported that he claimed to have invented a new type of gambling system. But, he never had the opportunity to see his plan come to fruition. Somewhere along his many journeys the Marquess contracted tuberculosis and on March 14th 1905 he succumbed to pneumonia. Henry Cyril Paget, 5th Marquess of Anglesey, passed away at twenty-nine years old. His ex-wife was at his side when he died.

Henry Cyril Paget. Image via bizarrevictorian.livejournal.com.

The reaction to Paget’s death ranged from mild sadness to utter disrespect at his squandering of his fortune and the tarnish he brought to his family name. Obituaries described a weak and bizarre man who was a waste of life. Stated one obituary: “From boyhood to death no one had ever loved him…[he was] a strange and repellent spirit opaquely incomprehensible and pathetically alone.” His remains were sent to St Edwen's Church on his Anglesey estate for burial.

Upon Paget’s death the title of Marquess passed to his cousin Charles Henry Alexander Paget who put a great deal of effort in erasing any memory of the man before him. He destroyed all records pertaining to his predecessor and converted the Gaiety Theatre back into a chapel. Desperate to put the honor back into their name, the family did what they could to move on and forget the seven-year reign of Henry Cyril Paget.

Plas Newydd remained in the possession of the Paget family until 1976, when it was donated to the National Trust. The house and gardens are now open to the public who are welcome to view the massive art collection housed inside. Despite the Paget family’s reluctance about their descendant, he is not completely omitted from the home he once dubbed his castle. Included in the display are a handful of black and white photographs of the 5th Marquess, dressed in all his bejeweled and extravagant glory.

Plas Newydd today. Image via Wikipedia.

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fieldtomatoes · 4 years

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LGB Historical Figures I’m Manifesting for Season 14

(yes I know some of these people probably never visited Toronto in their life but that hasn’t stopped them before)

Dr Louisa Martindale (1872-1966) - British physician and surgeon

Frances Loring (1887-1968) - Canadian sculptor

and her partner

Florence Wyle (1881-1968) - Canadian sculptor

E. M. Forster (1879-1970) - British author

Edith Watson (1861-1943) - Canadian photographer, particularly of women

Maud Allan (1873-1956) - Canadian dancer and actress

John Maynard Keynes (1883-1946) - British economist

Mary MacLane (1881-1929) - Canadian-born writer, pioneer of confessional memoirs

Margaret Cuthbert (1887-1968) - Canadian-born pioneer radio host and producer

Elisabeth “Bessie” Marbury (1856-1933) - American theatrical and literary businesswoman (friend of Elizabeth Arden, who appeared in 12x02 under her birth name)

and her partner

Elsie de Wolfe (1859-1950) - American actress and interior designer

Marcel Proust (1871-1922) - French author

Dr Lilian Welsh (1858-1938) - American physician, suffragist, advocate for women’s health

and her partner

Dr Mary Sherwood (1856-1935) - American physician, educator, advocate for preventative medicine

Edward Irenaeus Prime-Stevenson / Xavier Mayne (1858-1942) - American author of Imre, the first published gay book with a happy ending (published in 1906, two years before S14)

Bonus: bring back Emma Goldman and have her speak about gay rights, which she did starting around this time

#murdoch mysteries #in a show that has had mark twain alexander graham bell thomas edison nikola tesla arthur conan doyle harry houdini etc etc...#I really don't think I'm asking for too much!!#now obviously there would ideally be trans representation as well but I simply do not trust them to cast those roles appropriately :/#corynn.txt #my posts

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propsandmayhems · 4 years

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Cortana

This is a completely self serving one-shot of Will and Cordelia discussing Cortana. Enjoy! (read on ao3)

Cordelia was making her way back into the training room of the London Institute to retrieve Cortana when she noticed William Herondale observing her sword and stopped dead in her tracks at the doorway. Despite the fact that she was engaged to be married to his son and soon-to-be parabatai with his daughter, she had never had a private conversation with Will. She didn’t fear him - his warmth and love spread throughout every inch of the Institute - but she did fear to disappoint him, in a way she didn’t even fear disappointing her mother.

Cortana was hung on wall pegs nearly directly across from the door and Will had his hands clasped behind his back and head tilted upward, admiring the gleaming blade. Cordelia had to admit the whole scene made a very pretty picture; Cortana was catching some of the mid-afternoon light that was filtering in from the windows to the right and Will stood looking at Cortana as one would look at a priceless piece of art in a museum, a tall and dark image of poise. Cordelia knew his jet-black hair was streaked through with gray now, but from this distance, his hair just looked to be an unruly mop of dark curls - exactly like his son’s.

Cordelia made to turn around and leave; she could come back and grab Cortana later. There was no reason she needed her sword now other than the fact she liked having it with her. When she was new to London, Cordelia would tote Cortana around the entire Institute, regardless of what she was doing. Eventually, she began leaving her beloved weapon in the training room after her and Lucie’s morning training while they ate lunch and gossiped in the library. Today after lunch, Cordelia felt the need to have Cortana by her side, so she left Lucie scratching away at a page of The Beautiful Cordelia in the library and ran up to the training room to retrieve her sword.

Before she could back away and return to Lucie, Will spoke, “Cortana truly is a beautiful blade, Cordelia.”

He turned around, blue eyes dancing as if he was still a teenager. Her face must have displayed surprise at his being aware of her presence, as when they locked eyes, a wide smile broke out over his face. “I’m sure you know that, though,” he continued. “You and Cortana have an undeniably special connection.”

Unsure how to respond, she simply said, “Yes, we do Mr. Herondale.” Then after a moment, she added, “Cortana chose me.”

Will’s deep blue eyes widened with astonishment, this fact seemed to further arouse his curiosity. “Really? How did it ‘choose’ you?” He asked, leaning forward with intrigue.

Cordelia had never told the story of Cortana choosing her to anyone before, but then again, nobody had ever asked. Yet, here was Will Herondale, looking at her as if the words she was about to say would unlock all the secrets of the universe. Suddenly, she felt the story tumbling out of her. “Well, my father had both my brother and I make a case for why either one of us should wield Cortana. I told my father that since I was a child, I admired the legendary blade and hoped that I would one day carry it. With Cortana by my side, I hope to become known as a merciful hero and a warrior worthy of possessing such a sword. My brother made the argument that Cortana is a Carstairs sword, and since I will one day be married and no longer be a Carstairs whereas he will carry on the family name, he should be entitled to possession of Cortana. My father agreed with Alastair, and when I protested his decision, Cortana flew from Alastair’s grip and into mine. We have been together since.”

“Elias is a fool,” he began shaking his head. “Cortana made the correct choice, what an incredible blade.” He turned back to look at Cortana once again, and spoke, “Sometimes I regret turning down ownership of Cortana, but knowing the sword is in the right hands has eased my mind.”

Cordelia was taken aback, “I didn’t know you were offered Cortana.”

Will once again faced her, his expression soft. “As you know, my beloved parabatai is a Carstairs. It’s partly why I have been so delighted that you have become such an important part of my children’s lives. The Christmas after James joined the Silent Brothers, your father came to me and offered me Cortana, as it was James’s father’s wish that he be given ownership of the sword when he turned 18. However, as a Silent Brother, Jem could no longer accept gifts, so as his parabatai, your father figured I may want Cortana.” Will stopped for a moment and placed himself on the bench that ran along the same wall Cortana was hug on, crossed his legs, and continued. “It’s not that I didn’t want Cortana - it was extremely gracious of your father to offer it to me - but at this point, James’s place in the Silent Brothers was still new. Your father… spoke of Jem in the past tense and I - being the temperamental young man that I was - rejected the sword and stormed away. To everyone else, when someone joins the Silent Brothers, they might as well be dead, but it was never like that for me. Even though Jem no longer stands next to me as the man he once was, he will always be my brother.

“Regardless, through the years, I began to think I should’ve taken the sword; I could have kept it here at the Institute for James to see when he came by. But when I see you and Lucie training and the way you yield Cortana as if it’s an extension of your own body, I know Cortana simply should not be with anyone else.”

Cordelia’s heart warmed; it was so nice to have the connection she shared with Cortana acknowledged by someone besides her own parents. Will didn’t need to compliment her, either - he wasn’t a young boy attempting to win her fancy at some stuffy ball - his words were sincere and came from the heart. “Thank you, Mr. Herondale,” she began, as Will raised himself from his place on the bench. “On the day I received ownership of the sword, it felt like a missing piece of my soul was filled. Because of this, I am thankful you denied Cortana, but please do let Uncle Jem know he is welcome to spar with Cortana whenever he wishes.”

Will once again gave her a sparkling smile, “Thank you, Cordelia, I will be sure to let him know.” He turned toward the wall and gently lifted the golden blade down from the pegs, bringing it across the room to where she remained standing in the doorway.

He weighed the blade across his hands, head hung down, studying the inscription. These Herondales and their words, she thought to herself. He was now standing less than a meter from her and from this distance, she could make out the gray that streaked through his black curls, differentiating him from his son. “Mr. Herondale?” she asked, raising him from his study of the blade.

“Hmm?” His head shot up, blue eyes studying her face.

Usually, she wouldn’t be so forward with an adult, but she felt that Will would not mind. “You said me being a Carstairs was partly why you are so delighted I have become close with Lucie and James. What is the other reason?”

He handed Cortana out to her, and she accepted her blade reflectively. “The other reason is that you are you, Cordelia. I would be happy that Lucie and James have taken you into their lives regardless of your last name, as you are a wonderful young girl and a brilliant shadowhunter.”

Suddenly, a look of horror came over Will’s face. “By the Angel, what time is it?” He checked his watch as he raked a hand through his hair. “I am so sorry to run out, but I forgot I had tea scheduled with Lilian Highsmith.” With that, he darted out the door with a string of welsh curses and something that sounded like “I am never going to hear the end of this.”

With a chuckle, she shook her head and admired her blade in her arms. She wouldn’t have put it past her sword to enchant Will Herondale into missing his meeting, but she knew how Herondales loved to talk. With Will’s kind words still squeezing her heart, she turned to head back to the library to hear Lucie’s recent additions to The Beautiful Cordelia.

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