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mercurygray · 1 month

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is it too on the nose to suggest john egan + eileen hammond with "film"? if so may i also suggest "rest" or "risk"? i get nervous sending requests aljdfghkj

This request was perfect, Kind Anonymous Friend!

They were nearly at the end of the pile of mail when a surprise appeared.

"What's this?" Solly gave a second look. "A package for John Egan?"

Everyone in the room stared. Small lives called for small joys, and the distribution of mail was the highlight of everyone's week - if you were allowed to enjoy it, that was. Everyone in the 100th's officer's quarters had quietly resigned themselves to the tempest in a teacup that was John Egan during the mail - arms folded, scuffling his shoes, and complaining, in case anyone dared to appreciate too loudly, about wives and girlfriends and friends back home.

"I thought you said no one was writing to you," Frank said, looking up from yet another letter from his mother.

"No one was," Bucky said, swinging out of his bunk and jumping down to take the package, just as surprised as anyone else that the thing had his name on it.

"Does that address say London?" Crank asked, reading over Bucky's shoulder as he turned the package over and ripped through the already-opened paper to get to what was inside - a letter and a single phonograph record in a paper sleeve.

For once in his life, Egan was speechless.

"Who's sending you records?" Frank wanted to know.

"Eileen Hammond," Bucky managed, his voice almost a croak.

"Eileen Hammond!" Crank scoffed. "When I said you should write her that was a joke."

They could all remember that first month, Bucky moping around that once more there had been a mail call and once more he was without mail, and Crank, just as fed up as anyone else that he was being made to feel bad about a letter from home, had exploded. "I don't know, Bucky. Write - Write an actress! One of those USO broads! They got people who answer those - maybe she'll write you back."

"Maybe she won't," Brady had added, practical as ever, himself lording over a letter from his girlfriend. "Those girls get hundreds of letters. Lovesick soldiers are a dime a dozen."

"I," said Bucky, reaching into the cup on the table and pulling out a pencil so he could begin addressing his message blank, "Will take that bet, Crank. I'm a gambler. This is a gamble. Feels worth the risk, wouldn't you say?"

And here, it seemed, the risk had paid off. She'd actually written back.

"He's pulling your leg, Crank," Benny said sagely, hardly looking up from his book. "It's probably from his ma."

Bucky's face was long and dark, and without any warning, he'd stormed off down the hall, probably in pursuit of the rec room and its much abused phonograph, and the rest of the room, curious as anything, followed, wondering just what it was they were going to hear when he turned the record on.

There was a scratch as Harry James was unceremoniously yanked down, and several angry yelps as the rec room's occupants groused about being interrupted. "Put it - put it on!"

Brady and Crank both tried hard to read the label as Egan started up the record player, carefully setting the needle as the whole room listened, expectantly, for the crackle as the machine picked up the sound and a woman's voice bloomed into the air.

"Is this - is it recording? Okay, it's recording, good." A pause - the performer collecting herself before she officially stepped up to the microphone. "This message goes out to Major John Egan, and all the fine fellows of the United States Army and Army Air Forces currently overseas as guests of the German Army. This is Eileen Hammond with a special Command Performance for you all." Crank's eyebrows were in his hair, and even Benny was staring in disbelief that Eileen Hammond - the Eileen Hammond, stuff of painted plane pin-ups and kriegie wet dreams - was just as good as right there in the room with them, taking low and smelling of perfume.

Egan sat down heavily in a nearby chair, still holding the letter and the paper sleeve, and Hammond's voice went on. "Please know that all of you are in our thoughts, and our prayers, and that all the people at home who are waiting for you love you more than words can say. If they'd let me I'd come and sing this to you all in person, as I've done for so many of your fellow soldiers at home and abroad, but for now this recording will have to do. Please hear it and think of better days. We ready, Bob?"

Crank turned up the volume, and everyone in the room could hear a single guitar and a woman's low, sultry voice, all velvet and moonlight, singing the slower, sedater version of a song that everyone from Thorpe Abbotts knew all too well, whether he liked it or not.

Blue skies smiling at me Nothing but blue skies do I see Bluebirds singing a song Nothing but bluebirds all day long.

But the most surprising thing was that Bucky, for once, wasn't singing along. He was too busy reading, holding his letter as if it were made of gold, a small, pleased smile on his broad, sunny face.

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #eileen hammond #Nix better watch out #masters of the air x oc #tds cinematic universe #asked and answered #kind anonymous friend

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ktredshoes · 1 year

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Gillian Jacobs as Mary Jayne Gold in Transatlantic. Tell me she doesn't look like Eileen Hammond, @mercurygray !

#1940s girl gang #eileen hammond #doppelganger #transatlantic #gillian jacobs

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shoshimakesstuff · 8 months

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Eileen and Nix for @mercurygray — happiest of belated birthdays, my friend! ♡

#oc: eileen hammond #work: the darkening sky #i love them your honor #this was meant to be Big Bold and it turned out Light Soft #and we're not mad tbh

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tundrafloe · 5 months

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Noel: “My grandma is really strong. I like strong women. That's what I respond to."

(Guardian, 2011. Photos clockwise from top left: Ameena Kara Callender, costumer on Luxury Comedy and GBBO; Dolly Wells, co-star on Lux Com and Noel's upcoming Dick Turpin show; new GBBO pal, Alison Hammond; and frequent collaborator Mercedes Grower "Come on Eileen" and "Brakes.")

#noel fielding #alison hammond #dolly wells #vince noir #mighty boosh #the mighty boosh #booshlr #luxury comedy

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shoshiwrites · 2 years

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HAPPY TDS-IVERSARY AND 1000 FOLLOWERS MERC! TDS has been such a joy to read in over the past two (!!!) years and I can't be happier that it brought us together as friends.

You've created something truly remarkable here, and sustained it, and you should be very proud. Thank you for letting me plop Jo down in this sandbox, and, more importantly, for being a great friend and writing pal.

More of the universe where Jo covers the paragals: Merc's gorgeous What Love Looks Like and Interview at the Ritz, referenced in this piece, plus a little prompt fill I did with Jo and Marj.

Summary: Plucked from @mercurygray's Things You Said prompt list, "when I wasn't meant to hear." Jo observes more than just what goes on the page. Alternate summary: Local reporter goes 👀👀 at local lieutenants figuring out their feelings, more at 11.

love in your eyes

Jo Brandt had learned not to put too much stock in rumors.

Rumors were speculation. Just talk, most of the time. Petty, sometimes. They were, above all, unverified.

She’d gotten good at it too, distinguishing what was worth a follow-up and what was worth chalking up to wishful thinking or fear-mongering, or dismissed as pure gossip. This new story, the one she was sweating her shoes off down in Georgia to cover, certainly had its fair share of them.

Most of them fell into any one of those prior categories and sometimes all of them, proving her point. She found herself squinting though, when it came to a certain pair of lieutenants.

Winters and Warren. That they were both tall was her first impression, if a pointedly obvious one for Jo. Excellent posture, something she noticed during formations and practices and when they were simply headed their separate ways around the camp. Probably both rode horses growing up, Jo thought. Warren seems the type, at least.

She wanted to say that they were capable, but that seemed premature. Unproven was the word that loomed large above the training grounds, above the paratroopers’ every move.

The two of them certainly seemed so, capable. At least capable of admitting when there was a problem or when something wasn’t working, which seemed just as important to Jo. Perhaps most reassuring was the distinct lack of ego that accompanied their actions.

Eileen Hammond certainly had theories about the redhead and Joan, as she called them, lacking the distance that Jo had and largely kept. Unsurprisingly, Jo found herself falling in with the enlisteds more than the officers. They were easier to talk to, most of the time, over stale coffee in the mess. Women like Marjorie Gordon and Doris Russo and Connie Schmidt.

Women.

Jo had made a promise to herself that they’d never be girls, though in terms of age alone that was probably closer to accurate. How boys was closer than men. Her editors always called them girls, called her one too. And there were always adjectives, pretty, perky, pert. Not ladies either, she vowed, too patronizing. No extra adjectives. No talk of beauty routines unless that information was volunteered.

The public was on the edge of their seat for gossip, but Jo knew she wasn’t that kind of journalist. She could listen to Eileen and see the way she raised her eyebrows at her friend. Watch Nixon quirk his mouth at his redheaded counterpart in the rare times she spent with the officers. She could hear derisive whispers of Saint Joan and stay quiet.

The pressure was unreal. Jo hardly envied it, to say the least. On Joan Warren especially, on all of the newly-minted female paratroopers. They were expected to be back home and dutiful, careful and rationing and ever-cheerful. Engaged in war work sure, but better to be engaged. Some kind of job that didn’t involve guns or, heaven forfend, ammunition.

Women like Joan were expected to be charitable socialites, committee heads and Lux soap girls, the only thing military about them being their fiancés. Spotlights tended to burn when left too long. Left everything too bright to see.

She didn’t quite understand Joan, she could admit that, or least where she came from. The weight of duty. But Jo knew about image and about reputation. That you only had one. And that once it was gone, it was gone. She twisted the ring on her finger, watched the stone catch the dusky October light. If keeping all your cards so close to your chest was the way to protect it, then she understood that very well.

II.

There were still rumors in England, and one of them was true at least — that she was back to cover them.

Shuttling between London and Swindon meant less time with Easy, but enough they were still what she heard most about in mail from home. Between the questions and critiques and unsolicited suggestions, and, after her headshot ran at the insistence of her editors, more than a few marriage proposals, there were fan letters. It seemed a disservice to call them that though, or at least most of them.

A science teacher in New Hope who’d clipped out Marjorie Gordon’s profile and tacked it up for their whole class to see. A housewife in Kensington who was proud of people like Billie Mitchell. War workers and WACs. A young girl in northern Maine who saw herself in Connie Schmidt.

And, after her column on Joan Warren, a flood, no longer hiding what they all knew. Boy what a bombshell it was, or had been at the time. Jo was impressed more than anything. It said something, really said something, that Joan had so roundly refused special treatment. You saw that back at Toccoa though, didn’t you? Jo thought, feeling a little chastened at the idea that she might have expected some other outcome. She never looked anything less than dead-set.

A determination shared by a certain lieutenant, if a little more quietly. Personality firstly, and because he hadn’t needed to prove what Joan had had to. Still was.

Joan was the genuine article. Jo heard it in the remarks of her friends and comrades, the look of quiet admiration in their eyes, as if they too were reassessing some initial judgment. Some had believed in her from the very beginning. Others pretended they had. Jo sensed, watching him, listening to the way he listened to her, that Richard Winters fell very firmly into that first category.

She’d seen the woman herself, when they’d sat down for a coffee and a chat at the London Ritz. Jo had felt about as comfortable as a bull in a literal china shop, but Joan hadn’t given a clue that she noticed or cared. They’d seen each other.

Joan was still careful though, if animated. Jo had hardly felt in a position to tell her that she deserved to have fun too. She could say something to Marj though, as she called her now, on the sidelines of a dance at Littlecote House.

“They look nice together, don’t they?” Like she was just noticing that maybe there was something between the two of them. Marj looked like she was biting back a smile. Someone had probably had to push the two of them together, dancing in front of all these people. Jo’s voice was only half serious as she watched them take a spin around the floor, barely lifted over the sound of the band. “Think we should start a betting pool?”

Marj folded her arms across her chest, an air of experience about her, an even tone. A chaperone back in her element, if a position she didn’t particularly care to be in. “Seems a little cruel.”

“How many people’d’you think would pass up the chance?”

“Now, that’s a horse of a different color, Josephine.”

Jo smiled a little, tried surreptitiously to adjust the sleeve of her dress, well-tailored but several seasons out of date. “They really do make a nice couple.” She knew from her conversations with Marj that it would take more than a well-pressed uniform to impress Mr. and Mrs. Warren. Forget about Joan’s parents though, hell, what about General Six Stars at Sunday dinner? Jo blanched at the thought.

“Speaking of different questions,” Marj started. “Did anyone ever tell you you’re very good at deflection?”

“Excuse me?”

“Corporal Toye has been over there twiddling his thumbs for the last twenty minutes and you’re still gabbing with me why?” Jo felt her cheeks go pink, and for once she had no response. “Go on, I’ll keep an eye on our lieutenants.”

“You know, The Clarion is always looking for new investigative talent,” she said, a little put out at being read so incisively.

“Go.”

“Gee, a person might think you were trying to get rid of me.”

“I am.”

If she thought about it too long, Jo knew she’d turn around and head back to London. She couldn’t name it, the feeling in her chest when Joe’s eyes lit upon her in recognition. She couldn’t face it too long. She wondered how many other people in the room were feeling the same thing.

III.

England was very far away, by the time they got to Paris.

Normandy wasn’t. It echoed. Battlefields and wreck, the shouts that didn’t quiet, paint and gun grease, and telegrams home. They’d proven themselves, whatever that meant now. She worked on the outskirts, in the aftermath. She saw flooded fields in their eyes, hedgerows, Bloody Gulch, what they’d lost there. Who they’d lost there. The glances deepened, between friends, buddies, between people like Toye and Guarnere and Shapiro and Mitchell, Russo, Gordon. There were replacements too, which made the old hands well — old hands. She could hardly believe it.

Even harder to believe too was who she saw walking down the other side of a Parisian boulevard, under a sky filled with pale bright clouds.

Coats with collars upturned, caps, arms linked. They were laughing, she could tell, even from a distance. Smiling.

Good for them, Jo thought. Good for them.

She put down her coffee as Kay leaned back in her chair, sipping a glass of weak lemonade like it was a flute of champagne. “What?” Kay’s voice was flat, as if she were discussing the weather or the minutes of Parliament. “Did you spot Hemingway out for a stroll?”

Jo tried to blink the look off of her own face. Winters and Warren. In Paris. Together. And were they holding ice cream cones? She looked down at her own hands and the ashtray, nervous that somehow she’d been caught staring. “No,” she said, a little strangled.

“Well, then who was it?”

“Got time for another drink?”

By the time Jo was done, Kay’s expression was even more nonplussed than before. She took the last sip of her glass of wine. “They’re worse than you and your boxer.”

The only sound at the table then was the soft thwack of a newspaper against Kay’s arm, and the chirp of a bird feasting on crumbs.

She thought of their smiles again, realized just how rare it was to have seen such a thing. Like the sun peeking through a gap in the clouds, on a day like today.

IV.

Soon enough, Paris too seemed lifetimes past.

It was miserable, hellish, there were no other words to describe it. No saving grace here, only plasma warmed on the hood of a Jeep, only the scraps of warmth they found from huddling together in the cold and dark. The cold magnified warmth, she found. The dark did too.

She returned from her unceremonious exit to hardened faces, shellfire still in their eyes. Back to her people, now, and she could finally think of them as that. As miserable a town as she’d ever seen, run through with mud and settled dust.

She knew it was bad from the way Hannah hugged her without a word, from the set of Marj’s jaw. The farthest she’d ever felt from home, in that moment, and the closest.

They all looked fed, but barely. She didn’t care so much about distance now. Neither did those around her, she saw, heads on shoulders, arms around. Some pairs surprised her, and some didn’t, gathered in corners smoking or resting or being. There was the silent lighting of cigarettes, the double-check for supplies. You leaned on each other here. You had to.

She watched as Joan handed Winters a mess cup half-full of what they were all pretending was coffee. Something warm. Her fingertips lingered several seconds too long, and Jo had to look away.

Most of Germany was a blur to Jo, if she could admit that. Austria, after. The sun was ghastly bright, the lake too blue.

Her friends — and they were friends now, she didn’t see a point to denying that — they didn’t look at her with pity, though. They all knew what had happened, what they’d seen. What it had taken from them, and how. They knew how much it hurt. She didn’t have to explain herself here, least of all to someone like Joan Warren.

The hotel they were billeted in — the officers at least, and Jo — was large and well-appointed, sunlight slanting in and a coffee service always full. After an interview one weekday she helped herself, turned to see Joan poking her head in.

“Want some?” she offered, and suddenly remembered the afternoon years ago when the roles were reversed. How young they’d been, then. Still were.

She expected Joan to have somewhere else to be, some other demand on her attention, but Joan smiled. “I could have a cup.” She came over and took her sugar despite Jo’s offer to do it for her. “Let’s take them outside.”

It felt a little forbidden, holding the beautiful china out there on the balcony, in their laps, squinting out across the lake. She bit her tongue when she clued in to what exactly Joan was watching, or who, undressing down by the shoreline, with a look of fondness of her face. A mischievous little raise to her eyebrows that had Jo biting back a sudden giggle of delight.

They exchanged a few pleasantries about the day and then let the silence rest, the sunlight feeling welcome to Jo for the first time since they’d arrived. She thought about saying something to Joan about the future. About, well, Winters, he of the morning swims, who she’d seen Joan in the company of a lot more frequently than well…ever.

They seemed more relaxed with each other here. Closer. She thought about mentioning Paris, but she didn’t. Some things were meant for two people only.

How many people share what they shared, Jo thought. They’d been through hell together. She meant it when she said that. Not like the movie posters said or a newspaper headline. Someone who’d seen you in a fancy dress and in ODs you could stand up straight on their own with dirt and still see you beneath.

Someone you didn’t have to explain yourself to and never would. It frightened her, the idea of having to. How do you think about that, she wanted to ask too. How do you know if you have it in you?

But the questions all dissolved on her tongue. She took another sip of coffee, noticed that the sugar had all sunk to the bottom. “I wanted to thank you,” she started, and Joan turned, looking a picture there in her uniform and sunglasses. Jo wished she had her camera.

“For what?”

Jo wasn’t sure where to begin. “Talking to me. At the Ritz.”

Joan’s face was open, her tone as if her response was something Jo already knew. “Thank you for listening.”

VI.

She could hardly believe it, being back stateside, and even less when the phone she was lucky enough to have in the rental apartment rings on a Tuesday evening.

She looked around the kitchen, afraid somehow that the dinner dishes were visible over the line. Joan Warren on the other end of her telephone! Almost as surprising as the person still pushing green beans around his plate at her kitchen table. How on earth did she get this number, Jo wondered, no one has this number, with a quiet amendment almost immediately afterwards. …Bill.

“I know this isn’t quite your beat, Jo,” Joan was saying, her voice a little coy. “But is there any chance you might be interested in an item for the society pages?”

Well I’ll be.

Jo smiled, and she was pretty sure Joan could hear it. “How big are we talking?”

She heard Joan’s smirk on the other end of the line. “As big as my mother will have it.”

“Oh?”

She was definitely sure Joan heard Joe Toye’s whoop in Washington, D.C.

#tds birthday bash #mercurygray #the darkening sky #...for tagging purposes #should get an au tag #jo's tag #this...will probably end up on ao3 later #title from a boogie belgique song because brand/etc #'brought us together as friends'#Read: I crashed your inbox and said I MADE SOMETHING FOR YOU IS THAT OK and you didn't say Get Out of My House.#shoshi writes

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talesofhestia · 11 months

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Marvel ⏤ Steve Rogers Defense Squad ＋ Sam Wilson Defense Squad ＋ Sharon Carter Defense Squad

DC ⏤ Core Four (Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Bart Allen & Cassie Sandsmark) Defense Squad ＋ Batfamily ＆ Superfamily

Teen Wolf ⏤ Stiles Stilinski Defense Squad

Supernatural ⏤ Team Freewill–centric

Star Wars ⏤ Luke Skywalker Defense Squad ＋ Grogu Defense Squad ＋ Pro-Jedi

One Piece ⏤ Mugiwara no Ichimi–centric ＋ ASUL Siblings (ASL Brothers + Uta) ＋ Shanks being Luffy's (and Uta's) dad

Other fandoms ⏤ Pokémon, Inazuma Eleven (Break Trio–centric), Naruto (mainly: Hyūga Hinata–centric or Team 8–centric), Fairy Tail, Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Shadowhunters, Good Omens…

Ships that are most likely to appear ⏤

All fandoms mentioned above: Nakamaship | Platonic Relationships Marvel: Samsteve | Sam Wilson 𝘅 Steve Rogers， Staron | Steve Rogers 𝘅 Sharon Carter， Stony | Steve Rogers 𝘅 Tony Stark (only in Earth-616, Earth-20051, Earth-12041, Earth-8096, Earth-TRN814 & Earth-TRN562)， Stucky | Steve Rogers 𝘅 Bucky Barnes (only in Earth-199999)， Steve Rogers 𝘅 Bernie Rosenthal， Steve Rogers 𝘅 George Batroc (only in Earth-616)， Steve Rogers 𝘅 Namor， Steve Rogers 𝘅 Namor 𝘅 Jim Hammond， Namor 𝘅 Jim Hammond， Reed Richards 𝘅 Sue Storm… DC: Timkon | Tim Drake 𝘅 Conner Kent， Timbart | Tim Drake 𝘅 Bart Allen， Timkonbart | Tim Drake 𝘅 Conner Kent 𝘅 Bart Allen， Timkonbartcassie | Bart Allen 𝘅 Tim Drake 𝘅 Conner Kent 𝘅 Cassie Sandsmark， Dickbabs | Dick Grayson 𝘅 Barbara Gordon… →Arrowverse: Supercorp | Kara Danvers 𝘅 Lena Luthor， Superflash | Kara Danvers 𝘅 Barry Allen， Superarrow | Kara Danvers 𝘅 Oliver Queen… One Piece: ZoLu | Roronoa Zoro 𝘅 Monkey D. Luffy， LawLu | Trafalgar D. Water Law 𝘅 Monkey D. Luffy， SanLu | Sanji 𝘅 Monkey D. Luffy， NamiVivi | Nami 𝘅 Nefertari (D.) Vivi， UsoKaya | Usopp 𝘅 Kaya， Frobin | Frank 𝘅 Nico Robin， Sako | Sabo 𝘅 Koala， Mishanks | Dracule Mihawk 𝘅 Shanks， Akagami no Shanks 𝘅 Makino， Nefertari (D.) Vivi 𝘅 Monkey D. Luffy… Teen Wolf: Sterek | Stiles Stilinski 𝘅 Derek Hale， Stora | Stiles Stilinski 𝘅 Cora Hale， Stackson | Stiles Stilinski 𝘅 Jackson Whittemore， Stanny | Stiles Stilinski 𝘅 Danny Mahealani， Dackson | Jackson Whittemore 𝘅 Danny Mahealani， Berica | Vernon Boyd 𝘅 Erica Reyes… Supernatural: Destiel | Dean Winchester 𝘅 Castiel， Drowley | Dean Winchester 𝘅 Crowley， Denny | Dean Winchester 𝘅 Benny Lafitte， Saileen | Sam Winchester 𝘅 Eileen Leahy， Samwena | Sam Winchester 𝘅 Rowena Macleod， Sabriel | Sam Winchester 𝘅 Gabriel… Stars Wars: Dinluke | Din Djarin 𝘅 Luke Skywalker， Mara Jade 𝘅 Luke Skywalker， Bobaluke | Boba Fett x Luke Skywalker， Dinbobaluke | Din Djarin x Boba Fett 𝘅 Luke Skywalker， Hanleia | Han Solo 𝘅 Leia Organa… Percy Jackson: Percabeth | Percy Jackson 𝘅 Annabeth Chase， Solangelo | Will Solace 𝘅 Nico di Angelo， Frazel | Frank Zhang 𝘅 Hazel Levesque， Percico | Percy Jackson 𝘅 Nico di Angelo， Jercy | Jason Grace 𝘅 Percy Jackson， Solackson | Will Solace 𝘅 Percy Jackson… Harry Potter: Hinny | Harry Potter 𝘅 Ginny Weasley， Romione | Ron Weasley 𝘅 Hermione Granger， Drarry | Draco Malfoy 𝘅 Harry Potter， Linny | Luna Lovegood 𝘅 Ginny Weasley， Nuna | Neville Longbottom 𝘅 Luna Lovegood…

AU: Earth–129916 | Cast

Earth–129916 is a universe that I have been writing for a few months for a series of stories that I will publish in AO3. The stories will be published first in my native language (Spanish); later, I will translate them into English.

This universe mixes concepts from comics, movies and series. Above all, from the following canonical universes:

Earth–616

Earth–20051 (Marvel Adventures Comics)

Earth–199999 (MCU)

Earth–12041 (Avengers Assemble)

You can see all my posts from this universe here.

#my fiction #marvel #my au: earth 129916

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marjaystuff · 10 days

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Paxton by Chris Keniston

Paxton by Chris Keniston is the newest book in the Faraday family. He works on renovation projects on the Construction Cousins reality TV show. However this newest renovation project just took a positive bent.

His old friend Sandra Lynn Hammond has just moved back into town. Together with her son, they moved in with her mother to start again and raise her son in a safe place. Paxton finds Sandra as interesting as he did when they were young. He also discovered he really liked her son as he played with him while wooing his mom.

Another wonderful love story by Chris Keniston that highlights the joys of small town living and being surrounded by the Faraday clan. Paxton is generous and sexy. How could Sandra resist? (How can anyone?)The Faraday Clan is on full display and led by Aunt Eileen. Paxton by Chris Keniston is a fun, flirty read!

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bonzo193 · 9 months

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usacounselingcredit · 1 year

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Boston Massachusetts Florist: Obituary for Sadie Eileen Pratt - Mayer Funeral Home

Boston Massachusetts Florist

Obituary for Sadie Eileen Pratt - Mayer Funeral Home

by [email protected] (Loni Cardon) on Tuesday 14 March 2023 12:34 AM UTC-05

Obituary for Sadie Eileen Pratt | Sadie Eileen Pratt, age 22, of Dexter, was on born April 27, 2000 at Olmsted Hospital in Rochester, MN. Providence Providence RI Rhode Island March 13, 2023 at 09:25PM

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#Boston Massachusetts Florist: Obituary for Sadie Eileen Pratt - Mayer Funeral Home

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thehamsterscagecouk · 5 years

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Happy Mummy’s day Bindo x

#mindy hammond #izzy hammond #willow hammond #eileen hammond #richard hammond's family #happy mothers day

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thepagemistress · 2 years

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Suptober21 Masterlist

Day 1: Harvest - Team Free Will 2.0 | Teen | 1,959 words

Jack has been reading Peanuts and has been taking it to heart. Which finds Dean and the family sat in a pumpkin patch on the night before Halloween.

Day 2: No Vacancy - Young Sam & Dean | Teen | 1,785 words

After a particularly gruelling hunt, John leaves Dean and Sam so he can get ‘patched up’ and Dean has to find somewhere for them to stay for the night.

Day 3: Rainbows - Dean/Cas | Teen | 2,828 words

Dean wishes that he could see Castiel’s wings again, even if they are just a shadow against a wall. Cas comes up with a different solution.

Day 4: Secrets - Dean/Cas | Teen | 2,538 words

Cas is keeping something from Dean. Dean is determined to find out what it is (even if he truly doesn't want to know...)

Day 5: Nostalgia - Dean/Cas, Sam | Teen | 2,408 words

There’s not much from Dean’s younger days that he’s nostalgic for. But Cas seems so eager to indulge him; who is he to deny him?

Day 6: Cemetery Boys - Dean & Sam, implied Dean/Cas | Teen | 2,239 words

Dean is struggling to cope with losing Cas to the Empty and Sam's suggestion of getting him a headstone to help with the grief is not well received. But Dean also can't shake the idea.

Day 7: Young At Heart - Baby!Jack, Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, Charlie, Claire | Teen | 2,413 words

When Jack reveals his intention to give up his godlike powers and revert back to the three year old he truly is, it is left to Dean, Cas and Sam to try and tap into a childhood none of them ever had to ensure he has a better one.

Day 8: Leather & Lace - Dean/Cas | Mature | 2,282 words

With the bunker to themselves, Dean finally gives into a fantasy he’s been harbouring for too long.

Day 9: Body Mods - Gabriel & Loki | Teen | 1,028 words

Gabriel seeks out Loki’s help after fleeing from Heaven and deciding to take him up on his offer.

Day 10: Crossover - Dean, Sam, Cas, the Hammonds, Eric Bemis, Gary West | Mature | 4,261 words

After the Winchesters visit Charlie in San Diego during Comic Con, Sam catches wind of a grizzly discovery in Santa Clarita. It might not be their "thing" but since they're in the area, they figure why not take a look?

Day 11: Pizza Delivery - Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Cas | Teen | 2,892 words

During summer break from Stanford, Sam is staying with his brother back in Kansas and helping out at his pizzeria with deliveries. One particular customer starts ordering more pizza than is probably healthy...

Day 12: Hellbound - Dean/Cas | Teen | 652 words

Dean’s never believed in Heaven. But now that he’s bought his one-way ticket to the Pit, he’s starting to wish he did.

Day 13: Ladies' Night - Dean, Charlie/Jo | Teen | 2,613 words

Dean lives two different lives in college. He’s a jock; captain of the baseball team, in fact. He’s also handmaiden to the Queen of Moondoor. Aka a nerd. He has two best friends, Charlie and Jo. They can never know the other exists.

Day 14: Stardust - Dean/Cas | Teen | 1,040 words

Dean is still struggling with adjusting to being out of Hell. He still feels smothered by it. Cas offers a comforting word. In his own way.

Day 15: Blue Skies & Apple Pies - Young Dean & Sam, Bobby | Teen | 2,125 words

When John takes on a dangerous hunt, he leaves the boys with Bobby to look after for a couple of days. A couple of days stretches into four. They’re restless. Bobby’s had enough and drags them out into the fresh air.

Day 16: Delightful D-bags - Dean/Cas, Sam/Gabriel/Rowena, Claire, Charlie, Crowley, Jack | Teen | 2,428 words

Dean’s not sure when it happens or how he missed it, but apparently the Bunker has become the popular hangout spot for all their friends and acquaintances (and Crowley) to take advantage of.

Day 17: Last Supper - Dean/Cas, Sam | Teen | 4,128 words

Cas is glad to have his grace back. Truly. But boy, does he miss the taste of food. Dean takes it upon himself to rectify some wrongs.

Day 18: Inferno - Dean/Cas, Sam, Benny | Teen | 2,504 words

It’s 1:37am and the fire alarm in Cas’s building is going off. An Inferno rages several floors above him and, once the attending fire crews have dealt with it, his eyes fall on one fire fighter who slinks off to the side of the building, gait unsteady. He decides to follow.

Day 19: Eighty-Sixed - Dean, Sam, John, Gordon, Jimmy, Chuck | Mature | 1,812 words

John will track down the demon that killed his wife, no matter what it takes. With Sam’s visions providing them with a supernatural hit list, Dean’s only job is to protect the family by any means necessary. But when Sam has a particularly vivid and violent vision centering around some tax accountant, the younger Winchester begins to question if this is what his visions are for.

Day 20: Library Hours - Dean/Cas | Teen | 2,801 words

Cas somehow forgot all about his English Lit essay and now it’s due tomorrow. He’s been in the student library since it opened and the fourth cup of coffee is starting to wear off. Cue one attentive not at all stalkery library assistant!

#suptober21 #spn #supernatural #fanfiction #destiel #sabriel #I'm obviously not going to get out all done by the end of the month #but i will continue to try and fill them #and keep them updated here if anyone is interested #or just follow on ao3

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mercurygray · 4 months

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New Christmas-adjacent headcanon:

The opening scene of White Christmas is based on a real show Eileen did with Bing Crosby.

#eileen hammond

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1962dude420-blog · 3 years

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Today we remember the passing of Jani Lane who Died: August 11, 2011 in Woodland Hills, California

Jani Lane (born John Kennedy Oswald; February 1, 1964 – August 11, 2011) was an American recording artist and the lead vocalist, frontman, lyricist and main songwriter for the glam metal band Warrant. From Hollywood, California, the band experienced success from 1989 to 1996 with five albums reaching international sales of over 10 million. Lane left Warrant in 2004 and again in 2008 after a brief reunion. Lane also released a solo album, Back Down to One, in 2003, and the album Love the Sin, Hate the Sinner with a new group, Saints of the Underground, in 2008. Lane contributed lead vocals and songwriting to various projects throughout his career.

Lane was born John Kennedy Oswald (later changed to John Patrick Oswald), on February 1, 1964 in Akron, Ohio to Robert and Eileen Oswald. He was raised in Brimfield with four older siblings: sisters Marcine Williams, Michelle Robinson and Victoria Ley, plus older brother Eric, already an accomplished guitarist. With sisters Micki and Vicky and brother Eric harmonizing and playing guitar, Lane taught himself to play drums, guitar and piano by ear by age five. He grew up listening to Cleveland rock station WMMS (100.7 FM "The Buzzard") and was introduced to a variety of music by his older siblings.

With connections from siblings Eric and Vicky in and around the music scene (and with his parents' help), Lane made a name for himself at a very young age. He played drums under the pseudonym "Mitch Dynamite" in clubs by age 11 and with a local band "Pokerface." By that time, his siblings had left for college or marriage, although Vicky was still active in the entertainment industry in northeast Ohio and southwest Florida. Due to Vicky's numerous connections, Lane was able to network with industry execs in pursuit of his dream. Lane graduated from Field High School, in Mogadore, Ohio, a nearby city to Brimfield in 1982.

Lane is credited as the vocalist/drummer on Warrant's Latest and Greatest CD. Throughout his career, Lane would sometimes play drums/acoustic guitar and piano with his band and played the drums in various formats and gigs with other musicians.

After high school, Lane joined the band Cyren, featuring vocalist Skip Hammonds, guitarist John Weakland, bassist Don Hoover (and later Rusty Fohner) with Lane on drums and vocals. Many of Cyren's shows opened for a popular local band called Risque'. When their bassist, Al Collins, noticed Lane's vocal talents, he convinced Lane to form a new band they eventually called Dorian Gray. The new band also included Steven Chamberlin on drums and Dave Chamberlin on lead guitar. Dorian Gray was designed to have Lane as the lead vocalist and to perform original material, but Lane wasn't ready to be the lead singer and quickly returned to the drum kit. Billy Denmead was hired as lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist. After only a few shows, Collins left the band, vowing to put a band together when Lane was ready to be a lead vocalist.

Lane moved to Florida in 1983 with Dorian Gray. He eventually formed Plain Jane with Collins and Chamberlin, adopting the stage name "Jani Lane" (Chamberlin would also soon rechristen himself Steven Sweet). He took the name "Jani" from his German grandparents, who spelled his name "Jani" and pronounced it "Yay-nee."

Lane began vocal training with vocal coach/trainer Ron Feldmann, who introduced him to Creative Engineering, Inc. in Orlando. Lane worked there as a programmer of the animatronic character Dook LaRue, the drummer for The Rock-afire Explosion. His vocal debut was at The Station in Fern Park, Florida.

Lane, Collins, and Chamberlin recorded the first Plain Jane four-track demos at their rented house in Winter Park, Florida. Although reluctant to leave Florida, they rented a trailer in the spring of 1984 and moved to California with hopes of landing a record deal. They were broke by the time they landed at the Hollywood Bowl Motel and resorted to making sandwiches with mustard packets while taking turns calling their parents for cash.

Struggling to make ends meet as a musician, Lane resorted to working in a pornographic video warehouse. The band, along with a new road crew and a few girlfriends, pooled their wages and lived in a two-bedroom condominium rented by new Plain Jane guitarist Paul Noble. At one time there were 13 people living in the crowded space.

By 1985, Plain Jane had become a regular feature on the Los Angeles club circuit and opened many shows for a band called Warrant. Plain Jane's bassist and guitarist both left the band on the same day Warrant's singer and drummer quit. Erik Turner, who had founded Warrant in July 1984, was impressed by Plain Jane's songwriting and vocal performance and invited Lane and Sweet to jam with his band at Hollywood's db Sound in September 1986.

After generating notoriety on the club circuit, Warrant began to attract the attention of record labels. Following an abortive deal with A&M Records over a contribution to the soundtrack for the motion picture Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, the band signed with Columbia Records. The Columbia deal came via the partnering of Warrant and manager Tom Hulett, known for working with The Beach Boys, Elvis Presley, The Moody Blues and others. Hulett became Lane's mentor and friend until Hulett's death from cancer in 1993.

As lead vocalist with Warrant, Lane wrote all of the material for the band's 1989 debut double platinum album, Dirty Rotten Filthy Stinking Rich, including four Top 40 hit singles: "Down Boys", "Sometimes She Cries", "Big Talk" and the No. 2 Billboard Hot 100 hit "Heaven." The album peaked at no. 10 on The Billboard 200. Lane also wrote four Top 40 hit singles ("Cherry Pie," "I Saw Red," "Uncle Tom's Cabin" and "Blind Faith") for the second album, the 1990 double platinum Cherry Pie, which peaked at no. 7 on the Billboard 200. Lane also co-wrote and performed with Warrant the song "The Power" in the 1992 movie Gladiator. In 1992, Warrant released Dog Eat Dog, their gold third album, which peaked at no. 25 on the Billboard 200.

Lane left Warrant in March 1993 to pursue a solo career. He returned six months later, helping the band secure a new record with Tom Lipsky of CMC International. Warrant recorded Ultraphobic in 1995, Belly to Belly in 1996, Greatest & Latest in 1999 and a cover album, Under the Influence, in 2001.

Due to personal and business disagreements, Lane left Warrant again in 2004. In January 2008, the band's agent, The William Morris Agency, issued a new photograph of the band with Lane prominently featured, confirming his return to the band. It was the first time that all original members had been in the band since 1993. The band's first show with all original members was in May 2008 in Nashville, Tennessee. Warrant performed a series of shows during the summer of 2008, but by September, the band and Lane agreed to move forward separately due to "too much water under the bridge." Warrant and Lane both continued to perform Lane's compositions live and Lane continued to write for himself and other artists.

Lane became involved in acting in the early 1990s. He made a brief appearance in Caged Fear and appeared in High Strung in 1991.

In 1993, Lane started working on his first solo project. Titled "Jabberwocky," the album represented a significant musical departure from previous work. Between 1997 and 2000, demos of Lane's solo material began surfacing on the Internet, with some bids on eBay reaching an estimated $100 per copy. In 2002, Lane decided to postpone the "Jabberwocky" project and released a new project as his debut solo album. The "Jabberwocky" project remained unreleased.

Lane's official debut solo album, Back Down to One, was released on June 17, 2003 through Z Records and in the U.S. in 2006 on Immortal/Sidewinder Records. It carried a "power pop" sound more closely aligned with the sound of Warrant than "Jabberwocky." Shortly after the album's release, Lane was admitted to a rehabilitation center for alcohol and drug-related exhaustion.

In the fall of 2004, Lane contributed lead vocals for the first ever theme song to a novel, Billy McCarthy's "The Devil of Shakespeare," along with James Young from Styx, Ron Flynt of 20/20 and Chip Z'Nuff of Enuff Z'Nuff.

Lane contributed vocals on the track "Bastille Day" and "2112 Overture/Temples of Syrinx" for the Magna Carta 2005 Rush tribute album "Subdivisions."

Lane had success with the "VH1 Classic Metal Mania: Stripped" discs, where the acoustic version of "I Saw Red" was included on disc 1, a new acoustic swinging version of "Cherry Pie" featured on disc 2, and a new acoustic version of "Heaven" featured on disc 3.

In 2005, Lane became a fan favorite on the popular VH1 series Celebrity Fit Club 2. His problems with alcohol were highlighted and many viewers supported his efforts at recovery.

With the reissue and U.S. release of "Back Down to One" in 2006, Lane attempted to restart his version of Warrant. Although "Back Down to One" was credited as a solo release, Lane assembled a new touring band called "Jani Lane's Warrant." The band's first shows in Michigan were stopped by legal action from former bandmates objecting to his use of the Warrant logo on his posters. Lane subsequently continued touring without the Warrant name and logo.

Lane lent his vocals to numerous tribute CDs during the 2000s. In 2007, he released a solo cover album titled "Photograph," featuring a collection of his tribute contributions.

Keri Kelli and Lane wrote a song for Alice Cooper titled "The One That Got Away." It was recorded by Cooper on his 2008 record Along Came a Spider. Lane also finished work on a side project, Saints of the Underground, which included Kelli and Bobby Blotzer and Robbie Crane, (both from Ratt). Their album, Love the Sin, Hate the Sinner, was released on April 22, 2008 by Warrior Records, and was mixed by producer/engineer Andy Johns, who'd worked with The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin. The album featured additional bass work by Chuck Wright (Quiet Riot, House of Lords). The band was originally called "Angel City Outlaws" when they posted their first two promo singles, "Bruised" and "Exit."

In summer 2010, Lane toured with Great White, filling in for singer Jack Russell, who was recuperating from surgery after suffering internal complications.

On August 11, 2011, the Los Angeles Police Department and local news stations announced that Lane was found dead of acute alcohol poisoning at a Comfort Inn hotel in Woodland Hills, California at the age of 47. Lane was pronounced dead by fire department personnel who responded to a call shortly before 5:30 p.m.

#August 11 #2011 #R.I.P.#Jani Lane #Warrant

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