#boots st clair

[polniaczek]

THE FACTS OF LIFE (1979–1988) | 5.03 “Gamma Gamma or Bust”

#the facts of life #facts of life #tfoledit #jo x blair #boots st clair #jami gertz #blair warner #lisa whelchel #jo polniaczek #nancy mckeon #tvedit #gamma gamma or bust #mine

[thebagsyndicate01]

"Don't look so worried Mrs. St.Claire, soon your pretty arse will be sold to the highest bidder."

"NNNNNNPPHHH!! HLLLPPHHHH..NNNNNNPPHHH!!"

#black heeled boots #tied up #damsel in distress #helpless damsel #bound and gagged damsel #cleave gagged #strappado bound #jasmine st claire

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

When I pick up the phone and actress Rebecca Ferguson greets me with a cheery “hello,” she sounds completely at ease. She doesn’t sound at all like a woman who’s been flying across the world to promote her new blockbuster film, Dune: Part Two, all the while spending six days a week shooting the second season of her critically-acclaimed Apple TV+ dystopian drama, Silo. Of course, I realize not too long into our conversation that this is in part because Ferguson is quite amiable. I also learn that there's also a small part of her that chooses to embrace the chaos.

While discussing her look for the final Dune: Part Two premiere in New York, she recounts the story of when she arrived in the Big Apple, much of the outfit was thrown together last minute. While talking about her hair (courtesy of hairstylist Blake Eric) Ferguson says, “We were running late, so he was running after me with the scissors whilst clapping and chopping into it. I love all of the chaos.”

It’s hard to imagine this comically haphazard image when you take a look at the killer result. For the red carpet, Ferguson and her stylist, Tom Eerebout, chose a gothic ensemble from Olivier Theyskens that featured a black bodysuit layered under a sheer cape gown with alternating panels of frilly lace and fishnets. Ferguson accessorized with a pair of glossy black thigh-high boots and stacks of dog chains, which her husband, Rory St. Clair Gainer, actually picked up at a local pet store. Meanwhile, her ombré locks, which extended all the way to her hips, added a dramatic final touch, as did her bright red lip and dark eye makeup. The ensemble screamed ’80s dark glamour, and Ferguson herself jokingly referred to it as “Madonna on crack.”

The Dune star was full of jokes during our chat, which helped paint a clearer picture as to how such a playful look came together. “I'm more Gothic. I'm edgy. I'm Scandi,” she says. “I'm not fluffy and, you know, bride-like. That’s just not me.”

The Dune: Part Two press tour has been full of bold showings, from Zendaya’s Stéphane Rolland dress with the pointed-pronged cutout to Florence Pugh’s side boob moment in her backless Valentino gown. However, none of the looks have been quite like this, and you can sense how free Ferguson felt in the ensemble.

“I think for me it was quite nice at the end here to be able to just break loose and think, No, f*ck it,” Ferguson says. “I'm going to go completely rogue and communicate something completely different. You know, [having the] freedom and the platform to do so.”

The stars of Dune: Part Two have certainly been breaking free with their red carpet choices, and it’s been a sight to behold. Ferguson notes that she’s surrounded by fashion showstoppers who shine just as bright even when they’re on their own. “You know, [you] can take everyone individually out, and they would [still] absolutely rocket,” she says.

But Ferguson, who plays Lady Jessica in the Dune series, certainly stands out on her own as well—and the New York premiere look was one of her most personal outfits yet. It’s clear that spur of the moment decisions can sometimes turn out for the best. “We literally just have fun, and sometimes you mess it up,” she tells me. “You know, everything isn't perfect.”

When I tell her that I did in fact love the look, she says that she's happy to hear it. But she adds, “It doesn't really matter as well because some people will like it. Some people won't like it. Some people will think it looks absolutely crazy and masquerades...but that's what's fun. The times that I kind of didn't really see myself because I was a little bit of a beige hideaway. That's not interesting. We're selling a movie...We're making fun for people to talk about and gossip about and hate and love. And, you know, that's what fashion is.”

#rebecca ferguson #interview #fashion #2024 dune part two nyc premiere #appearance #dune interview

[holmesillustrations]

Vote for your favourite, the top 9 will proceed in the bracket. Since theyre all different shapes and sizes, make sure to click into the full views!

Paget Eliminations

Other Artist Eliminations

Full captions and details for each illustration below the cut:

All Sidney Paget illustrations are for the Strand Jul 1891 - Dec 1904

"All afternoon he sat in the stalls." Redheaded League Characters: Holmes

"He is a professional beggar." Twisted Lip Characters: Neville St Claire/Hugh Boone

"A house on fire?" Engineer's Thumb Characters: Watson, Holmes, Stationmaster, Bradstreet

"I am delighted that you have come down, Mr. Holmes." Silver Blaze Characters: Watson, Holmes, Insp Gregory, Col Ross

"I’ve not had my 'pology," he said, sulkily." Gloria Scott Characters: Victor Trevor, Hudson, James Trevor

"Holmes opened it and smelled the single cigar which it contained." Resident Patient Characters: Holmes

"A large rock clattered down." Final Problem Characters: Holmes, Swiss Guide, Watson

"He took us to show the spot." Hound of the Baskervilles Characters: Stapleton, Sir Henry, Watson

"He held a black boot in the air." Hound of the Baskervilles Characters: Holmes, Lestrade, Watson

"He spun round with a scream and fell upon his back." Solitary Cyclist Characters: Violet Smith, Williamson, Woodley, Carruthers, Watson, Holmes

"The door opened, and the owner of the house presented himself." Six Napoleons Characters: Holmes, Josiah Brown

"Holmes gazed at it and then passed on." Abbey Grange Characters: Holmes, Watson

#acd holmes #sherlock holmes #tumblr bracket #sherlock holmes illustrations #elim poll #sp elim

[beyondthegame]

CYPRESS DE VERA

THE IDOL

Nickname/also known as: Cy

Physical description: Their light brown skin tone and brown, monolid eyes complement each other perfectly. They have straight dark hair: female Cypress's hair length is past their shoulders, whilst male and non-binary has their hair short but with length on the top. A defined jawline and slight muscular build. Every day, at all times, Cypress wears a necklace with a shield pendant.

Height: 5'10

Sexuality: Asexual

Distinctive features: The tiny heart-shaped birthmark on their jaw.

Race: Asian

Ethnicity: Filipino

(Former) position: Box-to-box midfielder

(Former) shirt number: 3

MBTI Type: ISFJ-A

Random fact: Cypress has three younger siblings that they have legal custody for.

ESTELLE/EVREN/EVEREST ACEVEDO

THE HEIR

Nickname/also known as: Es (for Estelle), Ev for (Evren and Everest), 'The Wild Ace' (by the media)

Physical description: Brown, freckled skin, an infectious smile, dark green/hazel eyes and dark curly hair. Female E's hair is cut into a bob. Male E's hair is short and shaved at the sides. Non-binary E's curly hair sits just above their ears. Their career as a model always ensures they're wearing the latest designer clothing. Additionally, they have several ear piercings.

Height: 5'10

Sexuality: Pansexual

Distinctive features: The tiny butterfly tattoo behind their ear and the dimple in their left cheek.

Race: Mixed

Ethnicity: Colombian and Canadian

Favourite sport: Tennis

MBTI Type: ESFP-A

Random fact: E carries a little notebook around with them everywhere in case they get book ideas that need to be jotted down.

LÉA/LANDO/LAKELYN SANTOS

THE TEAMMATE

Physical description: Brown skin, plump lips and dark upturned eyes. L has tight, coily hair — something they've found extremely difficult to love. L usually sleeks their hair back in a bun. They have a slender build and regularly have their nails painted.

Height: 5'8

Distinctive features: The slit in their left eyebrow.

Race: Black

Ethnicity: Brazilian and British

Position: Attacking left-winger

Shirt number: 7

MBTI Type: ENTJ-T

Random fact: L's pre-match ritual is leaning down and tapping the side of their left boot twice.

MILAN ST. CLAIR

THE BEST FRIEND

Physical description: Dark skin and dark brown almond-shaped eyes. Usually, they have black Afro hair, but Milan wants their appearance to match their style of tennis — to stand out. So, now they've dyed a streak in their hair honey blonde. Female Milan wears their hair in long cornrows, non-binary Milan wears their hair in twists, and male Milan has a buzzcut fade. They also wear a gold nose ring.

Height: 5'9

Distinctive features: The two beauty spots below their left eye and the platinum blonde streak in their hair.

Race: Black

Ethnicity: British-Jamaican

Tennis idol(s): Serena Williams, Rafael Nadal, Roger Federer & Nick Kyrgios (<- what can Milan say? They like Nick's drama)

MBTI Type: ENFP-T

Random fact: Milan keeps a picture of the two of you in their wallet. It's a picture you took together when you were teenagers, it reminds Milan of where you both started and where you're both heading.

NIKITA/NAVARRO/NEVADA TALLON

THE RIVAL

Physical description: Dark grey eyes and brown skin. Female N has their dark brown wavy hair down to their torso, non-binary N's hair is nape-length, and male N has short hair swept to the side. N has a bracelet that they always wear, they'll swear it's for comfort, but they know it's their anchor — it brings them a dosage of luck.

Height: 6'0

Sexuality: Demisexual

Race: Mixed

Ethnicity: French and Lebanese

Position: Striker

Shirt number: 11

MBTI Type: ENTP-A (N's an ambivert really)

Random fact: N truly admired you. You turned them into a better player. But when their football dreams were briefly crushed, that admiration disappeared.

#beyond the game #romance options info #another all poc ro cast

[sea-owl]

Onto more Jedi Spouses!

“What are these clothes?” Phillip muttered as he pulled at the cloth tied around his neck.

“Restricting,” the other three men replied.

“Weird,” the four women said, each pulling one trying to adjust their necklines.

The eight of them were dressed as people of the Mayton instead of their usual robes. For the guys this meant they were dressed head to toe in more layers than they were used to. For the girls this meant instead of their reliable boots and robes, they know wore slippers and dresses with more fabric than they know what to do with. Thankfully whoever made these had installed hidden pockets where they could hide their lightsabers.

None of them were quite sure what to do with their hair, Gareth and Lucy got creative to hide their padawan braids. Kate, Sophie, and Penelope pulled their hair back in simple braid or buns that would probably need to be changed to actually match the styles on Mayton. Simon, Michael, and Phillip just kept their hair neat, hoping that would suffice.

None of them didn’t understand why they couldn’t change on the ship? Or when they got to Mayton? It’s only going to be them on the ship, right?

Wrong.

Turns out the ship they were being sent on belonged to Mayton’s royal family, more precisely to Senator Bridgerton.

“Senator Bridgerton,” Simon greeted as the group walked up.

“Well if it isn’t the guests of honor!” Senator Bridgerton grinned a devil may care grin. “My dear brother, the Viscount, asked me to escort you all to Mayton.”

So their mission started before even leaving Corsucant, very well then.

Once on the ship Senator Bridgerton led them a secluded room, sending his guards to keep watch outside. Senator Bridgerton’s shoulders dropped.

“I thank for responding to our request, especially since Anthony was being ridiculous and requested eight of you.”

“Some of us are kind of a package deal anyway,” Kate said. She gestured to herself and Lucy, then gestured to Simon and Gareth.

Senator Bridgerton chuckled. “Still, thank you. Things have been very tense back home lately. Any extra help will be a boon.”

“You reported that their has been rumors of a coup?” Simon asked.

Senator Bridgerton sighed. “Truly it started out as nothing more than a few troublemakers, and we had a handle on things, then things escalated. One of my sisters was caught in a riot and almost ended up severely hurt. Anthony and Benedict both fear that things will only get worse come the festival.”

“Is there anyone who comes to mind that may be behind this?” Kate questioned. “From what we know your family very well beloved by your people.”

“You can’t please everyone,” Senator Bridgerton said. “There are a few families who do not like how hands on my family with our rule, but none seemed as discontent to move against us.”

Simon turned towards his fellow Jedi. “That will have to be something we look into. Knight Stirling, Knight Featherington, I’m leaving the information gathering to you two.”

Michael put on his charmer smile, “But of course.”

Penelope nodded. “Yes, Master Basset.”

Simon turned back to Senator Bridgerton. “I suppose we should properly introduce ourselves.”

Senator Bridgerton nodded. “Yes, you are to be my family’s special guests after all. It would be odd that we do not know your names.”

“Master Simon Basset,” Simon said.

“Master Kate Sharma.”

“Knight Sophie Beckett.”

“Knight Penelope Featherington.”

“Knight Phillip Crane.”

“Knight Michael Stirling.”

“Padawan Gareth St. Clair.”

“Padawan Lucy Abernathy.”

Senator Bridgerton looked confused at some of the last names before shaking it off. “Well it’s only fair I introduce myself fully. I am Senator Colin Bridgerton, third born in my family.”

Michael nudged Penelope forward, who glared at him beforing turning to the senator. Sticking her hand out to shake. “Senator Bridgerton, I will be the one watching over you during the mission."

Penelope tried not to blush as Senator Bridgerton looked her up and down. She was used to stares. It happened all the time when on missions, but this felt different. Just as she was about to pull back her hand, Senator Bridgerton grabbed it and placed a light kiss on the back.

"A pleasure," Senator Bridgerton said. Turning back to the rest he asked, "We're all of you assigned one of my siblings as well?"

The Jedi nodded and listed off who they were assigned. Senator Bridgerton got a glint in his eyes that Penelope was not sure was a good thing.

#senator bridgerton about to play matchmaker just to see if he cab #bridgerton #jedi spouses #star wars au #jedi au #bridgerton spouses #slight polin #colin bridgerton #simon basset #kate sharma #kate sheffield #sophie beckett #penelope featherington #phillip crane #michael stirling #gareth st clair #lucy abernathy

[corduroy-leggings]

Day and night coords

I had both my comm's swap meet and Carmen the opera yesterday!! Both were really fun. I got AP's Victorian Letter skirt in brown from the swap meet and I'm very excited to wear it! I think it will go with a lot of stuff I have.

I went to the opera with my friend @thin-izzy and my other friend @2grub was part of the ensemble which was super cool to see!! @thin-izzy also got her first lolita piece which I am super excited to see on her.

🖤Coord rundown under read more 🖤

Base coord:

JSK: Kaneko shop

Stockings: Roji Roji

KC: made by me

Flower collar pin: Pittsbrocs, Marché St Ouen

Chatelaine (covered in first photo): Dressew

Day coord:

Blouse: made by me

Purse: Alice and the Pirates

Boots: Memery

Lace pouch necklace: my great aunt

Night coord:

Blouse: Taobao

Ribbon belt: literally just some ribbon from Michael's

Choker: Claire's

Boots aren't shown because it was raining so much I was wearing my snow boots from like 2019 to not ruin the leather of my other boots too much

#I'm so happy that I made the bow because I'm wearing this dress more and I love it #alice and the pirates #classic lolita #gothic lolita #lolita fashion #egl #opera omnia

[underthewingsofthblackeagle]

Foto: Panorama Helsinki / Finland - Cathedral and Place of the Parliament (by   tap5a)

“We only do this for Fergus!”  is a short Outlander Fan Fiction story and my contribution to the  Outlander Prompt Exchange (Prompt 3: Fake Relationship AU: Jamie Fraser  wants to formally adopt his foster son Fergus, but his application will  probably not be approved… unless he is married and/or in a committed  relationship. Enter one Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp (Randall?) to this  story) @outlanderpromptexchange  

Chapter 23: Preparing for Christmas

         In the days following Claire and Jamie's foray into the world of Christmas decorating, routine returned to the Fraser household. Jamie worked from home at times, and at times he drove to work. But throughout, he was home relatively early in the evenings to spend time with Fergus. Normally, he had always put the boy to bed alone on such occasions. But since their trip to Wartburg Castle together, it had become more and more common for Claire and Jamie to put Fergus to bed together.

Picture by Guillaume Bourdages auf Unsplash            Whenever Jamie was out of the house, Claire took the opportunity to practice or prepare some little surprises with Fergus for Christmas. Fergus was enthusiastic about the task and looked forward to being able to surprise his dad on the upcoming holidays.           Claire watched Fergus' enthusiasm with great delight. In general, the past few weeks had brought her so many little and bigger joys. She had to smile when she thought back to Fergu's first St. Nicholas Day. The boy was allowed to put two boots outside the front door of Fraser's apartment the night before St. Nicholas Day. Mrs. Curtius, not wanting to miss the opportunity to give the "Knirps," as she affectionately called Fergus, a present, had encouraged him to put one of his boots outside her apartment door as well.           As might be expected, the boy could hardly sleep the night before St. Nicholas Day. Two hours after Jamie and Claire put Fergus to bed, Fraser had retired to his bedroom as well. Jamie enjoyed the quiet evening hours when everything in the house had gone quiet and he could read a few more pages in a book while lying peacefully in his warm bed.          Fraser had just finished a new chapter in a book about the Seven Years' War that Matthieu had recommended to him when he heard some suspicious noises in the hallway. With just one big jump, he was out of bed and standing at the door of his bedroom. Sounds reached his ear from the hallway, implying that someone was rattling the door to his apartment. Jamie smiled, then silently opened the door. As expected, Fergus was standing there, trying to open the apartment door that Fraser had wisely locked the night before.

Picture by annca from Pixabay           "Fergus? What are you doing?"          The boy startled and seemed to freeze into his statue. He closed his eyes and fumbled at the apartment door. Then he turned and walked back toward his nursery, eyes still closed.          "Aha," Fraser thought, "we're pretending to sleepwalk." He couldn't help but grin widely.          "Fergus?" asked Fraser, then he grabbed the child and took him in his arms.           "Fergus, what are you doing here? Did you come to see if St Nicolas had come yet?"           The boy, more than aware that his Papa had seen right through him, meekly let the word "yes" escape his mouth.           "You're excited, aren't you? You're wondering what St. Nicolas will surprise you with? I'm sure it's little nice things you'll be happy about."           "Really, Papa?"           "Yes, I'm sure it is."           Jamie put the child back to bed and also read him a story from his book about the Middle Ages. Then he said goodbye and went back to his bedroom. When he looked into Fergus' room agaion 40 minutes later, the boy had fallen asleep.           The next morning, Jamie woke Fergus and together they opened the apartment door. With enthusiasm, Fergus emptied the two boots. Out came nuts, tangerines, his favorite chocolate and an eraser in the shape of a knight, a new ruler with his name etched on it, and two pencils. Like a robber, Fergus gathered everything up and immediately took it to his room, where he stowed it in an extra box. Jamie followed him, then helped him shower and dress. As Fraser helped Fergus tie his shoes, the boy asked:           "Do we have to have breakfast before I can check on the boot at Mrs. Curtius'?"           Jamie smiled.           "No, you may check first to see if St. Nicolas left anything there, too."           Shortly thereafter, they found themselves at Mrs. Curtis' front door and Fergus' joy knew no bounds. In his boot he found a metal box with beautiful crayons, tangerines, an orange studded with cloves on a red velvet ribbon, some nuts, and ... of course ... a bar of his favorite chocolate.           "Well?" asked Jamie, "aren't you going to thank Mrs. Curtius for reminding you to put a boot outside her door too?"           "Thank you, Mrs. Curtius!"           "You're welcome, Fergus!"           Jamie and Mrs. Curtius smiled at each other while Fergus packed up the gifts and carried them up to his room.           "Come right back down, though, Fergus! We need breakfast and you need to get to school!"           "Yes, Papaaaa!"

Picture by Lucas Hoang from Unsplash           Afterwards, as they ate breakfast together with Claire, Fergus could hardly contain his delight at the St. Nicolas issues. He talked without stopping, so Jamie and Claire had to keep reminding him to eat his roll or drink his cocoa.          Finally, Jamie was able to drive the child to school. When he returned, Claire was standing in the living room with her big notepad, measuring the space around the fireplace.          "What's this going to be when it's done?" asked Jamie, dropping down on the sofa with a loud sigh.          Claire looked at him with a smile.          "Well, Dad? Did our little knight talk your ear off? How many more times did you hear the word 'St. Nicolas' on the ride to school?"          "Too many times!" replied Fraser, closing his eyes.          Then they laughed together and Jamie sat up.          Claire sat down with him and showed him a drawing on her pad. He could see that it was a plan showing where the Christmas tree and other decorations would be placed.          "Oh, that looks good, yes, I can even picture it a little bit already."          They talked for a while longer about preparations for the holiday, then Jamie took his leave for his study.           At noon, Fraser picked Fergus up from school again. But now, to his surprise, the child was almost completely silent.           When Claire had greeted Fergus and they were finally seated at the lunch table, Fergus was still silent. Silently he spooned his soup, silently he stuffed his fries, chicken and salad into his mouth."          Claire worried. Where had the happy child from the morning gone? What had happened? She couldn't hold on any longer, and after the child ate the last bite, she asked:          "Fergus, you're not telling anything. What happened at school?"                      Thick tears now welled up from the boy's eyes and ran down his cheeks. Claire was with him immediately, taking him in her arms and carrying him to her chair. She stroked his hair as Fergus continued to cry and sob. Jamie looked to her in alarm. She made a gesture and he understood that she needed a handkerchief. He quickly handed her a fresh handkerchief. She wiped Fergus' tears and let him blow his nose. While rocking him back and forth on her lap like a baby, she gently asked him again:          "Fergus, what happened?"

The traditional lunch at the day of Holy Night * Picture by 3268zauber - Eigenes Werk, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5544789          "At school ... we ... all found a chocolate with the image of St. Nicolas and a little candle in our seats. Mrs. Dynevor lit the candle on the Advent wreath on the teacher's desk and then all our little candles. Then Mr. Baltumeit came and read the St. Nicholas story to us again from an old book, and at the end we sang a Christmas carol."          "But surely that was nice?" asked Claire in amazement.          "Yes, it was very nice ..."          "But?"          "At the big break, I was with Joshi and Claus in the schoolyard and then ..."          The boy sighed audibly before continuing:          "... Max Hohenfels came and Peter and Bernhard were also there ... and when I told Joshi and Claus what Santa Claus had brought me .... Max, Peter and Bernhard laughed at me. They said I was stupid. Because ... St. Nicolas doesn't exist and the things we found in the boots were from our parents ..."           Fergus began to cry again.          Jamie and Claire looked at each other and without exchanging words they knew what to do.  Fraser stood up, took Fergus from Claire's lap and carried the boy into the living room. Together they all sat down on the sofa, Fergus in their midst.          "Fergus," Jamie began, "it's true that St. Nicholas, I mean, the St. Nicolas who brings gifts to children, is a mythical figure. But he has a role model in history who really lived."          "I know ..." the boy answered softly.          "Were you sad, then, because the story about St. Nicholas bringing presents is just a legend?" asked Claire, who had difficulty understanding exactly what was troubling the child.          "No," Fergus replied, "I know it's a legend. It's not like I'm stupid. But it's still nice to pretend it's true for a day."          Claire hugged the boy to her:          "Yes, of course, and you're allowed to do that. As long as we know how to distinguish truth from made-up, it's not a problem."          Once again Jamie and Claire looked at each other. Then suddenly they heard a voice from the dining room:          "Doesn't anyone want their dessert today?"          Of course, no one wanted to give up their dessert, so shortly after, all three of them were back at the table eating a delicious berry compote with cream.          After dinner, Fraser took the boy to his study where he helped him with his homework. When they all met again later for tea, Fergus had regained his enthusiasm and when he and Jamie played together with his train set after tea, she could even hear "the men" laughing out loud from time to time.          Unstoppably, the month of December progressed. The first Advent, was followed by the second, then the third, and finally the fourth.          On Monday, December 22, the Christmas tree was brought in first, followed by the Christmas decorations. Claire had scheduled the times so that Fergus was at school. With the help of Mrs. Bodenser, she stowed the packages of Christmas decorations in a room that faced the living room and was not in further use. The two women then sat down in the dining room, where they shared a cup of coffee and discussed the list of delivered items. Then Alice Bodenser brought up the conversation of some craft classes she was planning to offer in the coming year in Berlin and Potsdam for both children and adults, and invited Claire to attend. When they said goodbye, they had not only agreed to address each other by their first names in the future. Claire had also gained the impression that a new, good friendship had been formed.

Christmas market at Palace Charlottenburg * Picture by Reiseuhu.de from Unsplash           Now time was flying by. On Christmas Eve, a Wednesday, Jamie and Mr. Curtius got up early. Then, with the help of long ropes, they hoisted the Christmas tree, which had been well hidden from Fergus' eyes, down in the garden, first onto the balcony and then from there into the living room. Together, the men freed the tree from the net that held its branches together and then made sure it came to rest safely in a heavy stone block. After about one hour everything was done. Claire locked all the doors leading into the living room and lowered the shutters both in front of the windows and in front of the conservatory door, through which one could see into the living room. Then she sent Jamie to Fergus to wake the boy, shower him, and get him dressed.           At 8:30 a.m. they all sat together at breakfast and discussed how they were going to spend that day. Jamie and Fergus would go into town first to, as Jamie said, to get some last minute gifts. They would be back for lunch. Afterwards, “the men” wanted to take a trip to the Potsdam Christmas market. That's just what happened. Claire was grateful that Jamie had offered to do something with the boy that day. So she was able to decorate the living room and especially the Christmas tree with the help of Marthe Alderburg, a young woman who had worked for them many times before as a very trustworthy temp.            Promptly at 12:30 Fergus and Jamie were back. Shortly thereafter, Mrs. Curtius served the traditional Christmas Eve dinner for everyone: Sausages with potato salad. Then "the men" went on their way again. Claire and Marthe did the remaining chores and Mrs. Curtius started preparing the Christmas dinner in the kitchen.          Surprisingly, "the men" returned home at 3:00 p.m. already. Both looked a bit exhausted. Jamie explained that they had decided to get some more rest because the evening was going to be long. Jamie and Fergus adjourned to the boy's room, where Jamie read to Fergus from his medieval book, and they both fell asleep a short time later.           Shortly after 4:00 p.m., Jamie was awakened by the vibration of his smartphone. Claire informed him that he and Fergus needed to get changed now, as they had tea at 4:45 p.m. and had to leave for the Christmas Eve service at 5:30 p.m. if they wanted to get a seat in the church yet. Claire herself, with a great feeling of happiness, had finished the work in the living room and then locked it. No one was to see the room before the actual festive moment.           She had then gone to her apartment and changed her clothes. The generous salary she received and the fact that she didn't have to pay rent or pay for her meals had allowed Claire not only to pay off her late husband's debts each month, but also to save a little. A few weeks earlier, on her day off, she had been in Berlin and picked out two new dresses. One, in a dark red tone, for Christmas Eve and another, in a dark green death, for the visit to Matthieu and Teresa von Klarenberg on the secon Day of Christmas.           When Fergus and Jamie entered the dining room, where Claire was already standing at the table lighting the candles of the Advent wreath, they were amazed to see Claire in her new dress. She was also wearing a gold necklace, gold earrings with garnet stones, and a ring just like them - jewelry that her Uncle Lambert had given her and that perfectly matched the color of the dress.

Christmas market at the Gendarmenmarkt/Berlin * Picture by Birk Enwald from Unsplash           "Well, are you amazed?" she asked, amused, when she saw the surprised expression on "the men's" faces.           "You guys got dressed up too, am I supposed to celebrate Christmas in my everyday clothes?"           "No, no!" they both said as if from the same mouth. Shortly after, Jamie found his voice again and said:           "You look ... quite wonderful ... Claire."           The thus addressed said nothing, but only smiled. Somewhat disconcerted, Fraser nudged Fergus and prompted:           "Say it, Fergus! Claire looks quite ... wonderful, doesn't she?"           "Yes, yes, quite, quite wonderful," the boy hastened to agree with his father.           Claire looked at them in amusement, then pointed to the table where Mrs. Curtius had provided tea, sandwiches and small cakes:           "Come, sit down, we don't have quite as much time today."           At 5:30 p.m., they left the house to go to the Christmas Eve service. A few weeks earlier, Claire and Jamie had agreed that they wanted to attend this service at the Friedenskirche (Peace Church) in Potsdam.           The Friedenskirche, located on the edge of the park of palace Sanssouci, was built from 1845 to1854 to plans by Ludwig Persius and August Stüler based on designs by King Frederick William IV. Together with the neighboring Predigerhaus (Home of the Pastor) and the small, so-called Marly Palace, the three-nave basilica is part of an architectural ensemble that combines the king's romantic religiousness with his admiration for Italy.           Thus, the Friedenskirche has its model in the early Christian building of San Clemente in Rome. Although all the buildings of the Friedenskirche are part of the UNESCO World Heritage Site, they are also home to a lively church congregation of around 1,600 people.           It was this blend of tradition and modernity that immediately appealed to Jamie and Claire and that they wanted to explore.

Friedenskirche Potsdam in wintertime * Picture: Sybillesonne - Eigenes Werk, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=28655825

          When they arrived at the church, it was already one-third full. They quickly looked for empty seats. It wasn't long before the rest of the church was also filled with visitors and the service began. Since they had entered the church, Fergus had looked around with interest. He knew churches, even richly decorated churches. During the time he had lived on the streets of Paris, he had also stayed in churches from time to time to sleep there. But what he saw here was new to him. Again and again he asked Fraser questions in a whisper:          "And is it true, Papa, that the king who built this church is buried here?"          "Yes."          "With his wife in a micesoleuhmmm?"          "Yes, that's called a mausoleum."          "Can we see the tombs sometime? I've never seen a king's tomb before!"          "Not today, but I promise you we'll come back here and take a good look at everything."          "Oh yes! When are we going to do that?"          "Shh, Fergus. We'll talk about that later. The service is starting."          The organ intoned a first carol - "Es ist ein Ros entsprungen ..." - and the visitors present joined in the old familiar carol. Jamie was silent, for he did not know the song. To his surprise, Claire and Fergus say along vigorously. When the song had faded away and they sat down again, Fergus whispered to him,          "We learned that song in school. It's one of the oldest German Christmas songs."          Jamie saw a sly smile slip across Claire's face. Then he patted Fergus on the shoulder and said approvingly, "Well done."

Altar of the Friedenskirche, Potsdam (view from the organ loft) * Picture by Stefan14776 - Eigenes Werk, Gemeinfrei, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11392888          Three more times, father and son experienced a similar situation. After a few announcements, "Es kommt ein Schiff gerladen" was sung together. Then followed Bible readings and the song "Silent Night, Holy Night." Then the pastor addressed his sermon to the congregation present, and at the end of the service all sang together "Oh du fröhliche, oh du selige". Just before the carol was sung, the lights in the church hall were extinguished, leaving only the candles on the Advent wreath and the lights on the two Christmas trees to the right and left of the pulpit shining. A slight shiver ran over Claire as the carol then sounded and she was able to sing along with it at the top of her lungs. This was, in a long time, the first joyous Christmas she had experienced.           Jamie was amazed every time that Fergus not only knew the words and melodies by heart, but could hold the tune. Did his son possess musical talent? Should this be encouraged? He would have to take Claire up on it later.           After the song, the lights were turned on again and the pastor gave the blessing. Slowly, people moved out of the church building. Jamie glanced at Fergus, who had hooked himself between him and Claire. Both looked at him with happy faces. He looked at them and smiled back. A comforting feeling rippled through his chest. He was with the two people he loved more than anything, his sister and her family excluded. Not only did he get to be with these two loved ones, but he also got to celebrate Christmas with them, Merry Christmas.          They were just walking through the large oak door of the church when James Fraser sent another prayer to heaven. He had only one wish. That the two loved ones by his side would be well and that they could spend many, many more decades together. In any case, he promised God at that moment that he would do whatever was necessary to make that happen.

#Outlander #Outlander Fan Fiction #James Fraser #Claire Beauchamp #Fergus Fraser #Chriostmas #Holy Night #Potsdam #Friedenskirche #germany #berlin #Modern AU #We only do this for Fergus

[ao3feed-darkrise]

by Chaoticmadlad, Rangerskirt

James, after the throne scene, is not able to sleep and takes advantage of Will not being fully awake. He holds the collar, brings it to Will's hands, and hovers, waiting for Will to finish the job. Will wakes up at the last moment and decides to proves that he doesn't need the collar to make James obey him.

Words: 5358, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dark Rise Series - C. S. Pacat

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Will Kempen, James St. Clair, Anharion (Dark Rise Series), Sarcean (Dark Rise Series)

Relationships: Will Kempen/James St. Clair, Dream!Sarcean/Anharion

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, The Collar, dark heir spoilers, James Centric, James has a lot of feelings, Literal Sleeping Together, dubcon, Dubious Consent, james getting frisky while will is asleep, degradation kink, Praise Kink, Boot Kissing, fooling around on the throne, collar/chain tugging, Footjob, thigh grinding, bdsm/dom/sub tones, Aftercare, Top!Will Kempen, Bottom!James St. Clair

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dark rise #dark heir spoilers

[wexhappyxfew]

hi! for the character ask game: yvette st. clair with stillness, road and hair! i absolutely adore her aesthetic board so i had to pop in and learn more about her

omg hello!!! thank you for stopping on by the ask box! :) i appreciate it! YVETTE!!!! yvette my beloved!! thank you so much for asking about her, she's definitely an intriguing character i've been giving a lot of thought to recently! awe thanks :) her aesthetic is a *favorite* of mine, mixed with her general vibes and her plotline just *chef's kiss* truly. so thank you!!

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Yvette St. Clair is one word. Paranoid. She constantly lives in a state of paranoia no matter what. And this leads to constant fidgeting. Whether it's twirling the end of her hair around and around, bouncing her leg up and down when sitting, or rubbing her fingertips together nervously in her lap, she's definitely a fidgeter. Yvette can never really sit still. That's her thing. And to sit still it takes her a lot. A little while ago, she used to be a Maquis fighter, poised, controlled, focused. Now, she's anxious, nervous, fidgety, paranoid. She's everywhere in her head and out. The only time she's ever at rest is when she sleeps and even then, she's a light sleeper, so the slightest noise, she's up and aiming at the threat. Why all this has occurred to her comes into play with her extensive history and backstory.

road: What does your OC wear while traveling? Do they have high-quality equipment, or are they making do? What does their gear look like?

Yvette still adorns her Maquis uniform, though, she's switched out a few parts of it for more comfortable and fitting clothing. Being on the run, she had to hide parts of herself and her clothing in order to keep herself safe. She has a navy beret that she keeps in a back pocket, but she also wears her Maquis uniform. In actuality, it's not much of a uniform, more civilian clothes that she's altered to work for a semi-uniform. This includes a dark gray skirt just past her knees, her utility belt around her waist that carries a multitude of necessities that could be important, a thick, cream-colored blouse that cuffs at the shoulders and has golden buttons down the front, with a canvas button-up overtop from a close friend that she lost. Her shoes are boots she scrounged during the invasion, though a size too large, she wears heavy-knitted socks year around. She also is a huge fan of fingerless gloves and watches. She never goes anywhere without either. She's found a way to be incredibly efficient in the clothing, for years on end by now, and finds comfort in her clothing from home, especially in knowing there is no home for her to go back to, ever.

hair: How does your OC wear their hair? Does it have some kind of meaning?

Yvette never wears her hair in any consistent way. It's light blonde though, somewhat long, she usually likes to keep it cut just past her shoulders. However, the hairstyle, especially during the war that it falls into more often than not, is two braids. It works best. It's kept out of her face, it never gets super tangled that way and it reminds her of when her mother would do her hair all through school from youth to her teenage years. Plus, she loves how it looks when she has the beret on! She is a stylist at heart! <3

thank you so much for sending these, i genuinely had so much fun doing these (especially yvette, i love her sm)!!

if anyone else is interested in sending things in, you can go to this tag game and the and then the dawn came tag to look at OCs in the fic if you want to send more specific ones other than Esther or Mercy! :) thank you again AH! this was fun!! :D

#yvette st clair #yvette my beloved you just need a nice cup of soup and a warm hug #her backstory though? makes me CRY #shes a tough cookie though just needs some love :))) #thank you again!!! #attdc #and then the dawn came #bob fic #band of brothers #band of brothers fic

[silverhallow]

How do you think they will introduce Gareth St Clair? The actress who plays Lady Danbury has said she is a childless widow. How can she have a Grandson? I hope Gareth still proposes in front of Lady Danbury. I hope she answers for Hyacinth too

I think he’ll possibly be a Nephew she ends up caring for… or like Simon, the son of a friend… who she takes in as a ward or something when his father boots him out.

It would be fun to see all that still happening though!

#ask ash #gareth st clair #bridgerton #lady danbury #hyacinth bridgerton

[wildtasmaniatours]

Traversing Majesty: Cradle Mountain Guided Walks

Nestled within the pristine wilderness of Tasmania, Cradle Mountain stands as a beacon of natural grandeur, beckoning adventurers from around the globe to explore its rugged trails and awe-inspiring vistas. For those seeking an immersive experience amidst this iconic landscape, Cradle mountain guided walks offer an unparalleled opportunity to delve into the heart of one of Australia's most beloved national parks.

A Land of Legends and Legends

Cradle Mountain-Lake St Clair National Park is a UNESCO World Heritage-listed wilderness area, renowned for its dramatic scenery, ancient rainforests, and diverse wildlife. At the heart of this expansive reserve lies Cradle Mountain, a towering peak surrounded by alpine tarns, glacial valleys, and meandering rivers. Steeped in Aboriginal lore and European exploration history, Cradle Mountain is a place where ancient stories intersect with modern-day adventures.

Expert Guidance for Unforgettable Journeys

Embarking on a guided walk-through Cradle Mountain ensures that every step of your journey is enriched by the knowledge and expertise of experienced guides. These knowledgeable locals possess a deep understanding of the park's ecology, geology, and cultural significance, allowing them to offer invaluable insights into the natural wonders that unfold along the trail. Whether you're a seasoned hiker or a first-time visitor, their guidance ensures a safe and enriching experience for all.

Tailored Adventures for Every Explorer

Cradle Mountain guided walks cater to a diverse range of interests and fitness levels, with options ranging from leisurely strolls to challenging alpine treks. For those seeking a relaxed introduction to the park's beauty, guided walks around Dove Lake provide stunning views of Cradle Mountain reflected in its tranquil waters, while short walks to Enchanted Walk and Pencil Pine Falls reveal the park's lush rainforest and cascading waterfalls.

For the more adventurous, full-day hikes to Marion's Lookout or the summit of Cradle Mountain itself offer exhilarating challenges and breathtaking panoramas. These guided expeditions provide an opportunity to traverse rugged terrain, scale rocky peaks, and witness the ever-changing landscapes of the Tasmanian wilderness.

Immersive Experiences in Nature's Classroom

Beyond the physical challenges and scenic rewards, Cradle Mountain guided walks offer a deeper connection to the natural world. Along the way, guides share stories of the park's flora and fauna, pointing out native plants, spotting elusive wildlife, and interpreting the signs of ancient glacial activity etched into the landscape. Whether it's the haunting call of a currawong echoing through the valleys or the sight of a wallaby grazing in a sun-dappled clearing, every encounter serves to enrich the sensory tapestry of the journey.

Preserving a Precious Heritage

As stewards of this pristine wilderness, Cradle Mountain guided walks prioritize environmental conservation and responsible tourism practices. Guides educate participants about Leave No Trace principles, encouraging them to minimize their impact on the fragile ecosystems they encounter. By fostering a deep respect for the land and its inhabitants, these guided walks help ensure that Cradle Mountain's natural beauty remains preserved for future generations to enjoy.

Plan Your Journey to Cradle Mountain Today

In a world filled with distractions and noise, Cradle Mountain stands as a sanctuary of solitude and serenity, inviting travelers to unplug, unwind, and reconnect with the rhythms of nature. Whether you're drawn by the challenge of conquering a mountain peak or the simple pleasure of a leisurely stroll through ancient forests, Cradle Mountain guided walks offer an experience that is both transformative and unforgettable. So lace up your boots, breathe in the crisp mountain air, and embark on a journey of discovery amidst the majesty of Cradle Mountain.

For more details, visit us:

Backpacker Tours Tasmania

How to visit Bay of Fires Tasmania

2 Day Cradle Mountain Tour

#2 Day Cradle Mountain Tour #Cradle Mountain tour plan for 2 days

[australiatrekkingtours]

Explore the Great Outdoors: Unforgettable Australia Trekking Tours

Australia's rugged landscapes and diverse terrain offer adventurers a playground of epic proportions when it comes to trekking as there are many superb Australia trekking tours available to choose from. From ancient rainforests to breathtaking coastal cliffs, Australia actually boasts some of the world's most iconic trekking trails and one can choose from many like Kokoda trek, Tasmania South Coast trek, Overland Track Tasmania trek, etc.

Virtual Tour of Some of The Most Popular Treks in Australia

Kokoda Trek: The classic Kokoda track tour is one of the best when one wants to enjoy travelling through dense jungles, steep mountain passes, and remote villages. One can step into history and trace the history of WW2 as this is the route that presents the history of Australia’s involvement in World War 2 against Imperial Japanese Forces. In this trek, people carry a day backpack only and porters help in carrying the full backpack as this helps the local economy.

Tasmania South Coast Track: Venture into the pristine wilderness of Tasmania's rugged southwest coast on the South Coast Track and this track offers the best adventure. This trek winds through ancient rainforests, windswept beaches, and dramatic coastal cliffs, providing an unforgettable wilderness experience for intrepid hikers. One needs significant experience to embark on this trek since one needs to cover different terrains.

Overland Track Tasmania: Embark on a legendary journey through the heart of Tasmania's wilderness on the Overland Track this covers from Cradle Mountain to Lake St Clair, this iconic trek showcases breathtaking alpine landscapes, tranquil lakes, and majestic peaks, making it a bucket-list adventure for nature enthusiasts.

Black Cat Trek: This trek is relatively less known to people as it is comparatively tougher and one can expect swamps, river crossings, cliffs, ledges and many more such adventures throughout.

Lace up your boots, pack your sense of adventure and embark on the journey of a lifetime by going on trekking. Contact the leading companies offering trekking opportunities in Australia and enjoy your travel.

Source: Explore the Great Outdoors Unforgettable Australia Trekking Tours

#australia trekking tours #classic kokoda track tour

[orionandtanya-roadtrip]

Day 04 / 05: In which our home away from home is a nylon ‘yurt’ at the edge of a farm sanctuary surrounded by woods at the end of Turkey Run Road in St. Clair, MO. It rains (hard) for much of the two nights and one day we are there, and in between downpours we go out in raincoats and mud boots to greet the animals and cook meals on our porch. Between the farm residents—donkeys, pigs, goats, chickens, ducks, and horses—and the birds and cicadas at night, it is never quiet. We don’t mind.

01. Waking up in a new place (and finding a chicken on your porch) / 02. Meeting the pigs / 03. The gentle horse who wanted all the cuddles / 04. Creekside swashbuckling / 05. Late afternoon hammock snooze, followed by epic 30 minute tantrum (not pictured) / 06. Morning visitor / 07. Free range friends

[beyondthegame]

I'm down bad for Milan so would you please be willing to write searching for them in a crowd with them?

Eleven thousand people. Eleven thousand. That’s how many fans have come out to watch you and Inter City’s friendly game.

“Family here in the crowd for you?” one of your teammates asks as the two of you tie the laces of your boots.

You shake your head a little. “It’s only a friendly.”

Your teammate chuckles as they tuck their hair behind their ears next. “Don’t let captain Santos hear you say that,” they utter jokingly.

“Right,” you murmur with a snort. “Every match is as important as the last,” you recite, realising that after the last few months you’ve been hearing that phrase countless times.

It’s moments after that you’re waiting to head out onto the pitch. It’s one foot in front of the other, you’re making your way out and instinctively, you look upwards to where the players’ families usually sit.

It shouldn’t bother you that your family aren’t there, after all, you told them that it’s match they can miss and you stand by it. But your gaze stays up there, lingers, actually.

And you’re glad it did.

There, three seats to the right, is Milan St. Clair. You’ve never questioned whether Milan cares about you, or you, them. But seeing them up there only ignites something within you. What exactly? You can’t tell. You have too many emotions running through you to determine that.

Whilst you continue your walk onto the pitch, your eyes stay glued on Milan. There’s a lot you want to say, and you’re hoping from your facial expression alone they know the question you’re asking.

‘What are you doing here?’

Milan smiles at you. Your years of friendship with them is enough to tell you what it means.

‘It’s clear. I’m here for you. I’m always here for you.’

And in an instant, they’re sending a kiss your way. And then two more.

#drabble #milan st. clair

[rad0529]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Forever Gold "The Nutcracker Suite" CD NWT.