#elsa x isabel

[micronopher]

QUEER-FANSHIPPERS

Calling out to other fans who queer-ship for support! The dark-ish, romcom-ish, historical-ish pirate show Our Flag Means Death is one of the few that has actual queer-couples prominently featured on the show.

The main romantic pairing were regularly shipped in fandom long before it was revealed this was not a queer-baiting tactic, it was actually happening...

And this is just ONE queer/non-heteronormative couple out of many more.

It's a fun show with a wonderful cast and crew who are not only supportive through their work, but many of who reach out to fans through special events and social media.

And now Max/WBD has cancelled that. One of the few cannon-supported examples where shipping queer-based couples weren't just fantasies, and it's been squashed.

I recommend y'all check out the show, but also please help protest the decision to cancel this unique series before it had the chance to complete its full arc:

Thank you all ❤️

Following @galaxypuppy708's example, btw:

#elsa x isabel #hawkeye x bj #gaston x lefou #maleficent x aurora #woody x buzz #eric x jack #elsa x honeymaren #eric x buddy #skysolo #ofmd #save our flag means death #save ofmd

[houseofpendragons]

Beautiful Disaster Masterlist

Untamable equine

The Meeting

Life Gives, and Life Takes

#billy the kid fic #billy the kid fanfic #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid x oc #billy the kid mgm+ #billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid #oc:calamity grace #oc:amos grace #tom blyth fanfic #tom blyth #isabel may #elsa dutton

[countrymusiclover]

24 - Living up to Past

Part 25

Country Rancher

@hcwthewestwaswcn - thanks for helping write this chapter :)

@whateverthecostner @lizzydutton @rosie-posie08 @kaycejdutton @kaycejdutton @kcloveswrestling @the-morning-star-falls @kaymudd

John's POV

Elsa Della Dutton and Dallas John Dutton. Two of his four grandchildren alongside Tate and Bree Dutton. Sitting on my horse early watching the sun rise from behind the mountains. The front door opened heating four different sets of feet hitting the wooden floor of the front porch. I see Kayce and Y/n following after them as their kids just jumped or played around with each other. It had been three years since the attack on the family so the twins were not infants anymore. Y/n picked up Elsa having the little girl's bright hair blow in the wind with Kayce picking up Dallas and giving him a piggyback ride. Bree and Tate headed for the barn to ride horses since they were tall enough to be on their own now. It scares me a little that his youngest granddaughter resembled his great aunt so much and she was only three years old. My only hope is that their dream was to keep the ranch alive.

Elsa's POV

Elsa was holding onto her father, looking for the perfect spot to build the yellowstone ranch as she winced in pain "Can we stop here, I think that I know where we should build it. Can we sit by that tree for a while, and just sit" She says softly, exhausted. Elsa had a wound that was not healing properly and she knew that it was infected "I just wanna rest here for a while daddy, just stay here and rest" She spoke softly, her eyes sullen and full of exhaustion as she was tired of fighting

James's POV

He felt tears falling down his face watching his eldest child's eyes fall closed while her head lay in his lap. On this journey to Oregon he never intended to lose anyone in his family, especially his golden daughter. Removing his hat he throws it on the ground heavily crying for a few hours as birds flew above his head. Finally he got to his feet picking up a shovel picking up dirt until it was deep enough to bury her right by the tree they sat under. It was here that the Dutton cemetery would be created. Once he put the last bit of dirt over her he bent to a knee whispering as the wind blew. "Go see him, honey. Go find your love and enjoy your endless freedom.." Another horse rode up to him where he saw his wife get off her horse racing into his arms starting to cry once he wrapped his arms tightly around her.

John's POV

Walking up to Kayce he smiled when all four grandchildren ran to hug me where I bent down hugging each of them individually. "I think it's time they go visit their ancestors, dad." Kayce spoke once I broke the hug with Dallas who has curly hair like his father. Y/n tucks hair behind her ear looking at her husband questioning. "The real cemetery, are you sure?" I had told Y/n that Evelyn and Lee were buried somewhere else. The stones may be off the back porch but it wasn't where any of the Dutton's laid to rest. "Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Little Elsa asked tugging my pant leg until I picked her up walking towards the barn, sitting her on the horse. Tate and Bree were riding somewhere else leaving me one on one with the twins. Y/n climbed on her horse with her leg that had a limp swaying a little when Kayce got behind her on the horse. Dallas is sitting on her lap as we ride out to a spot I couldn't go to without crying. The place that we first settled on in 1883.

Kayce's POV

Y/n and I bend down on a knee in front of the tree where my brother is buried. She rests a hand on my shoulder seeing tears filled in my eyes and most likely in her own as well. Dad helped the twins off the horses walking them over to where we stood. "Daddy, are you okay?" Dallas asked to see me crying so I wiped away the tears, shaking it off enough to tell them the importance of this place. "Yeah, son I'm fine. This place is just - it's a special place because this is the exact place where we settled years ago." Dallas and Elsa both sit down in the grass wanting to hear more, it didn't matter if they'd heard the story before or not they were always interested. "Sweetie you're extra special just like this place you know..." Y/n booped her nose with our daughter making her giggle. "Really!" I removed my hat sitting it on her head even though it's big on her so she moved it from her eyes. "You're named after the first Dutton girl to set foot on our land, Elsa. She was grandpa's great aunt. His great grandfather took his family west in search of Oregon. It was a difficult journey that she unfortunately only made it to step foot on here. Her spirit lives on this ranch just like your grandmother Evelyn and those who came between." Dallas raised his hand like he was in school bringing a smile to my face. "Will you and mommy be buried here? Will this be ours like you always say?" Y/n glanced back at my father then to our kids squeezing my hand in hers. "This valley is ours, bud. We won't ever lose it, that's a promise." Neither knew that John wasn't entirely sure that was true for much longer.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#country rancher #kayce dutton x reader #kayce dutton #luke grimes #john dutton #kevin costner #rip x beth #rip wheeler #cole hauser #beth dutton #beth wheeler #kelly reilly #tate dutton #brecken merrill #ryan bingham #walker yellowstone #ryan yellowstone #ian botham #elsa dutton #isabel may #james dutton #margaret dutton #faith hill #1883 #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone 1883 #yellowstone #wattpad fanfiction #comments really appreciated

[queen-isabelle-writes]

I literally don’t even know what to say. I can’t believe it’s over, but I’m so happy it is. I hope you enjoy the FINAL CHAPTER of “Dancing on Thin Ice!”

#jelsa #jack frost x elsa #jack frost #elsa #elsa disney #disney #rise of the guardians #rotg #dreamworks #ice skating au #modern au #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #queen isabelle writes

[lutzlig]

Tumblrwoman Election Masterpost 2023

Status: Round 1 Voting Now!

ROUND 1 Part 1

January 29 2023 / CET 12 PM / CST 5 AM

Match 1: Makima (Chainsaw Man) vs. Misato Katsuragi (Neon Genesis Evangelion) Match 2: Raiden Shogun (Genshin Impact) vs. Yor Forger (Spy x Family) Match 3: Franz Kafka (Prague) vs. Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club) Match 4: Judy Hopps (Zootopia) vs. Yennefer (The Witcher) Match 5: Regina George (Mean Girls) vs. Elle Woods (Legally Blonde) Match 6: Lana Del Rey (New York) vs. Rey Skywalker (Star Wars) Match 7: Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania) vs. Marceline The Vampire Queen (Adventure Time) Match 8: Taylor Swift (Pennsylvania) vs. Edna Mode (The Incredibles) vs. Elsa (Frozen) Match 9: Malfina (Married to Conneticut Clark) vs. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Ray (My Immortal) Match 10: ENA (ENA) vs. Vivec (The Elder Scrolls) Match 11: Bowsette (Super Mario Bros) vs. Chloe Price (Life is Strange) Match 12: Rouge the Bat (Sonic) vs. Harley Quinn (DC) Match 13: Queen (Deltarune) vs. Other Mother (Coraline) Match 14: Toriel (Undertale) vs. Morticia Addams (Addams Family) Match 15: Mommy Mearest (Friday Night Funkin') vs. Administrator TF2 (Team Fortress 2) Match 16: Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Elaine Benes (Seinfeld)

ROUND 1 Part 2

January 30 2023 / CET 12 PM / CST 5 AM

Match 1: Hitori (Bocchi) Gotou (Bocchi The Rock) vs. Skylar White (Breaking Bad) Match 2: Konata Izumi (Lucky Star) vs. Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid) Match 3: Hornet (Hollow Knight) vs. Franziska von Karma (Ace Attorney) Match 4: Rose Tyler (Dr. Who) vs. Isabelle (Animal Crossing) Match 5: GlaDOS (Portal) vs. Barbie (Barbie) Match 6: Bayonetta (Bayonetta) vs. Bella Goth (The Sims) vs. 2B (Nier Automata Match 7: Popuko & Pipimi (Pop Team Epic) vs. Jessie & James (Pokemon) Match 8: Pissvortex (Poster's Valhalla) vs. Velma (Scooby Doo) Match 9: Catra (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power) vs. Shego (Kim Possible) Match 10: Ranni (Elden Ring) vs. Cirno (Touhou) Match 11: Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House) vs. Peridot (Steven Universe) Match 12: Lady Dimitrescu (Resident Evil 8: Village) vs. Joyce Messier (Disco Elysium) Match 13: Vriska Serket (Homestuck) vs. Bea Santello (Night in the Woods) Match 14: Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) vs. Cersei Lannister (Game of Thrones) Match 15: Katya (Goncharov) vs. Mina Harker (Dracula) vs. Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb) Match 16: Siobhan "Shiv" Roy (Succession) vs. Helen (The Magnus Archives)

Round 2

January 31 2023 / CET 12 PM / CST 5 AM

Round 3

February 1 2023 / CET 12 PM / CST 5 AM - Candidates TBD

Round 4

February 2 2023 / CET 12 PM / CST 5 AM - Candidates TBD

Round 5

February 3 2023 / CET 12 PM / CST 5 AM - Candidates TBD

Finals

February 4 2023 / CET 12 PM / CST 5 AM - Candidates TBD

#tumblrwoman election 2023 #twe23

[femmehysteria]

Best Character Named X Poll

FOLLOW @best-character-named-x-poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM GMT everyday.

ask box closed for now

WILL BE POSTING POLLS ON @best-character-named-x-poll FROM FEB 1ST

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count.

Round 85: David

Round 86: Tiffany

Round 87: Charlie

Round 88: Sandy

Round 89: Cody

Round 90: Amanda

Round 91: Jeremy

Past Polls and Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Caroline, Tyler, Louis, Leonard, Rebecca, Steve, Nicole, Isabelle, Victoria, Katherine, Jade, Alex, Sophie, Greg, Jake, Ellie, Isaac, Robin, Tony, Annie, Lisa, Margaret, Oliver, Clark, Kara, Phoebe, Emma, Ruby, Bart, Alfie, Beth, Julian, Nancy, Penny, Margaret, Tessa, Erica, Theresa, George, Kevin, Sebastian, Felix, Martin, Michael, Erin, Caleb, Helen, Charlotte, Kyle, Martha, Diana, Elsa, Gary, Zoe, Connor, Colin, Daisy, Eric, Maya, Adam, Andy, Magnus, Alma, Nora, Alice, Spike, Leon, Marcel, Kim, Juno, Sue, Chris, Otto, Donald, Daphne, Kate, Todd, Ned, Ken, Angel, Judy, Jo, Hazel, Naomi, Diego, Miranda, Joel, Lila, Duncan, Dexter, Meredith, Pearl, Lily, Malcolm, Napolean, Joan, Nico, Jamie, Nadia, Velma, Jill, Kiera, Rory, Evan, Tam, Klaus, Neil, Derek, Michelle, Luna, Laila, Cordelia, Zack, Imogen, Felicity, Cindy, Alicia, Kelly, Alan, April, Astrid, Delilah, Jodie, Claudia, Juliet, Karen, Jonas, Milo, Celia, Hannah, Joy, Ethan, Katya, Aria, Atticus, Ian, Cynthia, Faye, Frank, Boo, River, Corey, Gabrielle, Minerva, Ebony, Zia, Beverly, Rudy, Georgina

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Sean, Troy, Cain, Agatha, Warren, Percy, Reggie, Mina, Ryan, Felicia, Dylan, Josh, Shirley, Debbie, Jared, June, Mabel, Ray, Chad, Moe, Hugh, Fearne, Christine, Joe, August, May, Scarlet, Alana, Leela, Manny, Dean, Francis, Mason, Oscar, Quinn, Guy, Ulrich, Wally, Yasmin, Tobias, Woody, Sabrina, Quentin, Margot, Alina, Matilda, Freya, Kendra, Angus, Ophelia, Leisel, Zelda, Adora, Piper, Scarlet, Sheila, Valentine, Laurie, Laurel, Fitz, Violet, Gabriel, Ford, Artemis, Owen, Bianca, Newton, Summer, Darcy, Noah, Taylor, Miriam, Hugh, Aurora, Hank, Henry, Dawn, Delia, Cosmo, Wanda, Zeke, Cecil, Aiden, Calvin, Ayesha, Beatrice, Parker, Chase, Hunter, Tina, Misty, Amaya, Amara, Harvey, Talia, Tatiana, Tanya, Orion, Eugene, Kit, Bo, Duke, Blue, Cameron, Rudolf, Mara, Marianne, Carl

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

Past Polls

Round 1: Peter : WINNER: Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Round 2: Elizabeth : WINNER: Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)

Round 3: Jason : WINNER: Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Round 4: Eve : WINNER: EVE (WALL-E)

Round 5: Fred : WINNER: Fred Jones (Scooby-Doo)

Round 6: Rachel : WINNER: Rachel (Animorphs)

Round 7: Arthur : WINNER: Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Round 8: Amy : WINNER: Amy Pond (Doctor Who)

Round 9: Tom : WINNER: Tom (Tom and Jerry)

Round 10: Claire : WINNER: Clare Devlin (Derry Girls)

Round 11: James : WINNER: James (Pokemon)

Round 12: Max : WINNER: Max (Black Sails)

Round 13: Simon : WINNER: Simon Belmont (Castlevania)

Round 14: Jane : WINNER: Jane Crocker (Homestuck)

Round 15: Victor : WINNER: Victor Nikiforov (Yuri On Ice)

Round 16: Mary : WINNER: Mary Poppins (Mary Poppins)

Round 17: Will : WINNER: Will Graham (Hannibal)

Round 18: Laura : WINNER: Laura Palmer (Twin Peaks)

Round 19: Ben : WINNER: Ben "Obi-Wan" Kenobi (Star Wars)

Round 20: Chloe : WINNER: Chloe Price (Life Is Strange)

Round 21: John : WINNER: Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Round 22: Lydia : WINNER: Lydia Deetz (Beetlejuice)

Round 23: Mark : WINNER: Marc Spector (Moon Knight)

Round 24: Jess : WINNER: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Round 25: Theo : WINNER: Theobald Gumbar (Dimension 20: A Crown Of Candy)

Round 26: Sarah: WINNER: Sarah Jane Smith (Doctor Who)

Round 27: Richard : WINNER: Richard Gansey III (The Raven Cycle)

Round 28: Cass : WINNER: Cassandra Cain (Batman)

Round 29: Edward : WINNER: Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Round 30: Carm : WINNER: Carmen Sandiego (Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?)

Round 31: Hal : WINNER: HAL9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Round 32: Sid : WINNER: Sydney Adamu (The Bear)

Round 33: Jack : WINNER: Captain Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Round 34: Stephanie : WINNER: Stephanie Brown (Batman)

Round 35: Ash : WINNER: Ash Ketchum (Pokemon)

Round 36: Veronica : WINNER: Veronica Sawyer (Heathers)

Round 37: Kurt : WINNER: Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler (X-Men)

Round 38: Eleanor : WINNER: Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place)

Round 39: Nathan : WINNER: Nathan Young (Misfits)

Round 40: Fiona : WINNER: Princess Fiona (Shrek)

Round 41: Gale : WINNER: Gayle Waters-Waters (Chris Fleming)

Round 42: Barbara : WINNER: Barbara Millicent Roberts aka Barbie (Barbie)

Round 43: Sam : WINNER: Samwise Gamgee (Lord of the Rings)

Round 44: Grace : WINNER: Grace Chastity (Nerdy Prudes Must Die)

Round 45: Barry : WINNER: Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone)

Round 46: Raven : WINNER: Raven (Teen Titans)

Round 47: Dan : WINNER: Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Round 48: Mia : WINNER: Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Round 49: Matt : WINNER: Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Round 50: Rose : WINNER: Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Round 51: Robert : WINNER: Robbie Rotten (LazyTown)

Round 52: Lola : WINNER: Lola Bunny (Space Jam)

Round 53: Scott : WINNER: Scott Summers aka Cyclops (X-Men)

Round 54: Olivia : WINNER: Olivia Octavious (Spiderverse)

Round 55: Finn : WINNER: Finn the Human (Adventure Time)

Round 56: Emily : WINNER: Emily Charlton (The Devil Wears Prada)

Round 57: Elliot : WINNER: Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Round 58: Sonia : WINNER: Sonia (Pokemon)

Round 59: Gideon : WINNER: Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb)

Round 60: Jen : WINNER: Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

Round 61: Miles : WINNER: Miles Morales (Spider-Man)

Round 62: Lana : WINNER: Lana Skye (Ace Attorney)

Round 63: Spencer : WINNER: Spencer Shay (iCarly)

Round 64: Tracy : WINNER: Tracy Turnbald (Hairspray!)

Round 65: Luke : WINNER: Luke Skywalker (Star Wars)

Round 66: Natalie : WINNER: Natalie Scatorccio (Yellowjackets)

Round 67: Harry : WINNER: Harry Du Bois (Disco Elysium)

Round 68: Lucy : WINNER: Lucy van Pelt (Peanuts)

Round 69: Damian : WINNER: Damian Wayne (Batman)

Round 70: Tabitha : WINNER: Tabitha Casper (Dan and Phil Games: Sims 4)

Round 71: Nick : WINNER: Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Trigun)

Round 72: Gwen : WINNER: Guinevere (Merlin)

Round 73: Paul : WINNER: Paulette Bonafonte (Legally Blonde)

Round 74: Abigail : WINNER: Abigail Hobbs (Hannibal)

Round 75: Jordan : WINNER: Jordan Baker (The Great Gatsby)

Round 76: Donna : WINNER: Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Round 77: Morgan : WINNER: Morgana (Merlin)

Round 78: Allison : WINNER: Alison Cooper (BBC Ghosts)

Round 79: Patrick : WINNER: Patrick Star (Spongebob Squarepants)

Round 80: Linda : WINNER: Linda Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Round 81: Philip : WINNER: Philip J. Fry (Futurama)

Round 82: Clarisse : WINNER: Clarisse La Rue (Percy Jackson)

Round 83: Jeff

Round 84: Maria

#best character named x #poll #poll game #my post

[starlightmeadowbloom]

#sly cooper #dreamworks the bad guys #disney tangled #the cuphead show #dreamworks puss in boots #epic mickey #disney brave #dreamworks how to train your dragon #disney frozen #dreamworks rise of the guardians #sinbad and the seven seas #the swan princess #sing 2016 #scrooge a christmas carol 2022 #puss in boots #the bad guys #dreamworks #dianey #cuphead casino cups #death x puss #DicePunzel #crystal moon

[onceupona-crossover]

princess isabel (elena of avalor) x  varian (tangled)

requested by: @frie-ice    - mod elsa

#princess isabel #elena of avalor #varian #tangled #crossover #crossover ship #moodboard #mod elsa #request

[simplynotaneggworks]

Fandoms and Ships

Disney Ella x Henry Cinderella Lady x Tramp (Human AUs) Lady and the Tramp Mary x Bert Mary Poppins Duchess x Thomas O’Malley (Human AUs) The Aristocats Pete’s Dragon (no specific ships; both original and live-action) Ariel x Eric The Little Mermaid Belle x Adam Beauty and the Beast Nala x Simba (Human AUs) The Lion King Kiara x Kovu (Human AUs) The Lion King Bo Peep x Woody (Human AUs) Toy Story Jessie x Buzz (Human AUs) Toy Story Mulan x Shang Mulan Jane x Tarzan Tarzan Kida x Milo Atlantis: The Lost Empire Dory x Marlin (Human AUs) Finding Nemo Violet x Tony The Incredibles Janice x Jesse Bridge to Terebithia Clarion x Milori Tinkerbell Tinkerbell x Terence Tinkerbell Tiana x Naveen The Princess and the Frog Alice x Tarrant Alice in Wonderland Rapunzel x Eugene Tangled Brave (no specific ships)  Elsa x Hans Frozen Anna x Kristoff Frozen Inside Out (no specific ships) Judy x Nick (Human AUs) Zootopia Coco (no specific ships) Izzy x Buzz Lightyear Miranda x Roland Sofia the First Sofia x Hugo Sofia the First Amber x Hildegard Sofia the First Elena x Mateo Elena of Avalor Isabel x Javier Elena of Avalor Cassandra x Varian Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure

Dreamworks Miguel x Tulio The Road to El Dorado Fiona x Shrek Shrek Astrid x Hiccup How to Train Your Dragon Valka x Stoick How to Train Your Dragon Roxanne x Megamind Megamind Rise of the Guardians (no specific ship) Eep x Guy The Croods

Illumination Lucy x Gru Despicable Me The Lorax (no specific ship)

Sony Ericka x Dracula Hotel Transylvania

Blue Sky Linda x Tulio Rio

Harry Potter (in no particular order) Willow (OC) x George Draco x Harry Nymphadora x Remus Sirius x Remus Lily x James Narcissa x Lucius Emma (OC) x Charlie Merula x Rowan Penny x Ben Molly x Arthur Oliver x Percy Hermione x Ron Seamus x Dean Luna x Neville Luna x Rolf Tina x Newt Queenie x Jacob Albus x Scorpius Andromeda x Ted Victoire x Teddy Fleur x Bill

Other Jedidiah x Octavius Night at the Museum Norman x Ethan Heavy Rain Kara x Conner Detroit: Become Human Simon x Markus Detroit: Become Human North x Josh Detroit: Become Human Rose x Hank Detroit: Become Human Aloy x Erend Horizon Zo x Varl Horizon Beta x Drakka Horizon Elisabet x Sylens Horizon Alva x Kotallo Horizon Jane x Gunther Jane and the Dragon Jester x Smithy Jane and the Dragon Pepper x Rake Jane and the Dragon Gwendolyn x Caradoc Jane and the Dragon Nancy x Jonathan Stranger Things Steve x Dustin Stranger Things Will x Mike Stranger Things Joyce x Jim Stranger Things Fran x Maxwell The Nanny Katniss x Peeta The Hunger Games Effie x Haymitch The Hunger Games Lucy x Coriolanus The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes Emma x George Emma Elizabeth x Fitzwilliam Pride and Prejudice Marianne x Christopher Sense and Sensibility Elinor x Edward Sense and Sensibility Daniel x Johnny Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Robby x Miguel Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Ali x Amanda Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Dutch x Bobby Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Demetri x Eli Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Kumiko x Chozen Karate Kid/Cobra Kai Ellie x Alec Broadchurch Beth x Paul Broadchurch Rose x Ten Doctor Who Yuuri x Viktor Yuri on Ice Yuri x Otabek Yuri on Ice Marinette x Adrien Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Alya x Nino Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Chloe x Luka Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Luka x Adrien Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Elizabeth (OC) x Ydris Star Stable Online Maya x Alex Star Stable Online Elizabeth (non-OC) x Avalon Star Stable Online Anne x Lisa Star Stable Online Novalee x Forney Where the Heart Is Claire x James Outlander Elizabeth (OC) x Fergus Outlander Brianna x Roger Outlander Aziraphale x Crowley Good Omens Anneliese x Julian Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper Erika x Dominick Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper Sophie x Nicholas Barbie: Princess Charm School Skipper x Jonas Barbie and Her Sisters In a Pony Tale Barbie x Ken Barbie Dreamhouse Adventures Barbie (Margot Robbie) x Ken (Ryan Gosling) Barbie

[levi-supreme]

Im here to talk about Levi and you

How are the birthday preps coming along???

Mrs Smith my bestie I love you 🥺💖

Warning: Self-ship talk. Please block #levi x rei and #reivi if you don't want to be grossed out XD

Renée's birthday preparation is going well!!! We have her Elsa dress ready, we have the decorations and food prepared too. Levi and I will spend the morning preparing and decorating while Renée is in kindergarten. We'll do the party in the afternoon after she and her friends come back!! Renée is only going to bring about four of her close friends from kindergarten, so we won't be having to hard of a time preparing everything.

Aunty Kuchel and Isabel are helping us too, especially when the house is going to have more children here XD Levi and I will send Renée's friends back home in the early evening, and we'll start preparing for your arrival!!!!

Of course Renée would want to spend her birthday with her favourite Theodore gege and Uncle Erwin. She's so excited to see Theodore again even though you all came over during mid-autumn just last week 😂 and as usual... Levi is 'displeased' that Renée wants Theodore's company more than his.... *sigh*

We can't believe our little girl is turning six, and she's about to start primary one next year 🥺 Renée a little unwilling to start primary school because she doesn't want to be away from her friends. But we told her that some of them are going to enroll into the same school as her, and now she's smiling!

The twins and baby Charlotte are all doing fine too, they all missed you!! Recently we learnt that Pierre actually dislikes blueberries and Léon has been eating Pierre's blueberries from his bowl without us knowing!!! 😂 Charlotte is doing well too, she's growing up little by little, day by day ❤️

Also, please don't splurge on a birthday gift for Renée!!! She has enough toys and books already XD also, I can't wait to see you all tomorrow~

#ack3rlady.asks #rei.answers #levi x rei #reivi #reivi ftw #thank you mia i love you ❤️ #reimia shenanigans

[thisislizheather]

Women Dressing Women Costume Exhibit at The Met

"The Costume Institute's fall 2023 exhibition will explore the creativity and artistic legacy of women fashion designers from The Met’s permanent collection, tracing a lineage of makers from the turn of the twentieth century to the present day by highlighting celebrated designers, new voices, and forgotten histories alike.

Women Dressing Women will feature the work of over seventy womenswear designers, spanning ca. 1910 to today, including French haute couture from houses such as Jeanne Lanvin, Elsa Schiaparelli, and Madeleine Vionnet, to American makers like Ann Lowe, Claire McCardell, and Isabel Toledo, along with contemporary designs by Iris van Herpen, Rei Kawakubo, Anifa Mvuemba, and Simone Rocha." - The Met

I love that The Met is doing two different costume exhibits a year now. This one only runs for three months, so obviously I had to go this week. Highlights below!

Above Photo: Maria Grazia Chiuri and Grace Wales Bonner at House of Dior, 2020, edition 2022

Above Photo: Louiseboulanger, 1928

Above Photo: Ana de Pombo at House of Paquin, 1938

Above Photo: Sarah Burton at Alexander McQueen, spring/summer 2012

I remember when they last showed this McQueen piece in 2016 (at the Manus x Machina exhibit) and they’re finally highlighting the back of it, which I love.

Above Photo: Rei Kawakubo at Comme des Garçons, spring/summer 1997

So in love with the story behind this design (above).

Above Photo: Norma Kamali, 1978

Above Photo: Betsey Johnson at Paraphernalia, 1966

Above Photo: Mad Carpentier, late 1940s

Above Photo: Melitta Baumeister, autumn/winter 2021-2022

At first glance, I really hated this one (above) and then after a few minutes it really grew on me, especially considering the fact that it’s a product of its time period.

Above Photo: Chanel, autumn/winter 1938-1939

Above Photo: Kate Mulleavy and Laura Mulleavy at Rodarte, autumn/winter 2006-2007

My favourite piece of the whole collection, by far.

Above Photo: Kate Mulleavy and Laura Mulleavy at Rodarte, autumn/winter 2006-2007 (the back of the dress)

And I love that someone had the good sense to put a mirror behind this one so we could see the all of the details.

The exhibit runs now until March 3rd.

#the met #the met costume exhibit #the met costume exhibit 2024 #NYC the met #fashion NYC #this is liz heather #Liz Heather #fashion

[houseofpendragons]

Life Gives, and Life Takes

Summary: Sometimes stories are just memories come to greet you from the past, and sometimes they’re a warning coming back up to bite you in the ass

Warning: cursing, drinking, almost drowning (all very briefly

A/N: this is part three of our story, so if you haven’t already, go back and catch up. This one’s a bit of a longer one but I’m tryna get this show on the road so we can get to the good stuff

The sun was relentless, blazing down on the city, casting a warm light upon the bustling square. The dusty streets were brought to life by the people, the clamor of energetic voices, and the clattering of worn-out wagons. Amidst it all, and as the dust swirled and settled, the McCarty family stood out amongst the rest.

A sum of fifty dollars seemed a minimal fee for the monumental task that lay ahead of them. But the deal had been struck. As the dust kicked up to swirled and settled for a second time, Patrick McCarty, the patriarch of the hard-pressed and frankly downtrodden family approached the man called Amos. His face, weathered and etched with lines from hardship, bore an expression of deep gratitude.

"Sir," he began, voice roughed by the days tribulation, "We can't thank you enough. But if you don't mind my asking, why did you do it? We've nothing to offer you." His eyes were sincere yet honest, reflecting the stark contrast of life's harsh realities as he studied Amos' face.

No sooner had Paddy voiced his query when Calamity, before Amos could respond, chimed in with a youthful voice that cut clear through the quiet conversation. Her gaze had been assessing the wagons, nose crinkled up in distaste. And though her words were seemingly about the wagons, it was clearly a pointed remark about people before them. "These wagons may be as beat up as Moss, but they're still looking worth more than what my eyes are showing me." She stated rudely, her gaze previously fixed on the beaten wooden structures that barely held together, flitted to the penniless folks before them.

Her audacity punctuated the air, drawing a few hushed murmurs from the townsfolk walking around them in the square. Amos, a bear of a man with a rugged exterior and a heart as soft as a ripe peach, gave her a rough pat on her back that nearly knocked the wind out of her. "Would you like to shell out 75 to 100 dollars for better ones, for their sake, then?"he teased, a twinkle glistening with amusement in his eye.

"Horseshit," Calamity shot back, her voice echoing in the bustling town square. Despite being taken aback by his daughter's brash language, Amos couldn't suppress an uncomfortable chuckle. His gaze shifting back to the shocked McCarty family, whom had been silent spectators, and couldn't help but look taken aback.

"Calamity, ixnay onyay ethay ussingcay," he chided gently, the hint of a soft smile tugging on his lips.

"Orrysay," she mumbled, her cheeks flushing a shade of crimson with embarrassment.

The silence that seemed to be overwhelmed the once bustling square was filled with anticipation as Amos turned back to the McCarty family, Paddy, Kathleen, and young Billy and Josie McCarty. Their wide eyes, previously fixated on Calamity, quickly shifted their attentions back to him. Beside them, their youngest son, Joe, known as Josie, was pulled closer by Kathleen. Now huddled together, they were a picture of resilience - battered yet unbroken, a living testament to endurance in the face of adversity.

Sensing the need for introductions, he cleared his throat, "Before we go any further," Amos started, "I reckon we should get to know one another better. "I'm Amos, and this firecracker over here is my daughter, Calamity." Paddy nodded, introducing his family in return, "I'm Paddy McCarty, this is my wife Kathleen, and our boys, Billy and Josie." Kathleen pulled both boys a bit closer, their young eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and awe.

Amos's gaze lingered on Kathleen. She bore an uncanny resemblance to his late wife, a pang of nostalgia tugging at his heart. The way she kept her hair, her posture, even the determination in her eyes, everything about her brought back memories of his beloved Birdie. Sure, maybe they had different eye colors, and hair colors, and Kathleen was a bit paler; but their face, it was exactly the same, and her mannerisms made it seem more real. Pushing aside his emotions, he focused once more on Paddy's previous question.

"You ask why I helped?" Amos began, his tone steady and calm. "Paddy, life out here isn't about gold or guns. It's about people, it's about a community. We've all seen hard times, and it's in those times we learn the true value of helping one another. It's not about what we can get, but what we can give. When it comes down to it, we're all just trying to make it in this tough world. Isn't that right? So, today I could lend you folks a hand. So, I did it. And I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

His words hung in the air as the midday sun continued to shine down brightly above them. The McCartys were silent, their expressions a mix of gratitude and newfound respect. Paddy nodded, a silent thank you, while Kathleen drew Billy and Josie even closer. Their journey was far from over, however the two families found solace in the fact that they wouldn't be alone amidst the vast, unforgiving wilderness.

As Calamity and Amos journeyed from the teeming cityscape of New York to the boundless heartlands of Kansas, the vast expanse of the American wilderness lay like a canvas of green, punctuated by slivers of winding streams and dirt paths created by thousands of wagons and feet undergoing the same trek as them, creating the veins and arteries. Rolling hills rose and fell like the chest of the land in a slumbering breath. These mounds of green, swathed in a verdant quilt, whispered tales of a land untouched by the iron will of civilization, their gentle slopes harboring secrets in the soil. It was an ever shifting piece of art weaved from the very earth.

The land whispered tales of the untamed wilds, like an old friend, that had cradled Calamity since birth. It was a landscape that Calamity had come to know as intimately as the lines on her own freckled hands. It all spoke to her in a language only those born of the trail could comprehend.

To her, the notion of staking claim to a single patch of earth seemed as foreign as the city skylines she'd only heard tales of. It was on the back of her trusty steed, Noble, amidst the rolling hills and the sinking streams, that she felt most alive. She had been reared on the move, her spirit as free as the wind that danced through the tall prairie grasses. This was her home—a home that was never the same two days in a row. It was a land that promised prosperity, yet demanded respect. A land where the journey was as treacherous as it was transformative.

As they traveled, Calamity and Amos rode with the wagon train, the wooden wheels creaking a steady rhythm that underscored their progress. Yet, as she rode alongside her Pa, the incessant rustling of her riding skirt grated against the serenity of the frontier. The skirt was a constant agitation, a reminder of a world that demanded propriety even in the face of adventure. The fabric, a gift from her Aunt Clara, seemed to have a life of its own, catching on the leather at every opportunity, as if rebelling against the stillness it was forced into. Her thoughts wandered, imagining what it would be like to cast off the cumbersome fabric and ride unencumbered. But with each pull and tug, the material seemed to mock her, whispering louder as a relentless adversary to her desire for freedom.

Amos was a man of the frontier, his ears pricked for the faintest hint of trouble, his senses attuned to the subtlest shift in the breeze or the distant crack of a twig. So, you can imagine, the rustling beside him was nagging at these senses, pulling his focus from where he felt it truly should be. He knew the dangers that lurked beyond the visible trail, and his daughter's battle with her attire was a needless diversion. Yet, as he glanced at her, his heart couldn't help but soften. The fire in her eyes, so like her mother's, was a source of endless pride.

"Calamity, do you reckon you could keep it down? You're louder than a tin can tied to a stray dog's tail," he remarked, a playful edge to his voice despite the annoyance.

She shot him an apologetic glance, her large, warm brown doe eyes filled with both apology and defiance that no riding skirt could quell. "Sorry, Pa. This dang skirt's got more opinions than a saloon full of drunks. Can't sit still for the life of me," she apologized, the corners of her mouth betraying a hint of a smile. What she thought however was, I'd rather be draped in the stars and night sky than this prison of lace and linen.

Her father, not one to let the matter slide, retorted with a stern finger pointed in her direction. "Hey! That was a gift from your aunt Clara. That skirt is a piece of family, girl. You'll wear it and respect it, just like any gift from kin." His 'dad look' followed—a blend of exasperation and affection only a father could muster.

Her father's stern admonition was met with an eyeroll, a constellation of freckles playing across her sun-kissed face. She muttered slyly under her breath, "Alright, I'll have Aunt Clara make you one too next time, so you can wear the definition of uncomfortable until it's worn its use." Although inwardly, she understood his sentiment. It was about more than the garment; it was about honoring the threads that connected them across miles to those they left back home.

Her father's gaze hardened, the quintessential look that spoke volumes without a single word—a mix of disappointment, authority. "You see anything out there?" he asked, his voice cutting through the tension.

"No," she replied hastily, eager to move past the scolding.

Her father pulled on both of their reins, bringing the horses to a halt. He leaned in, his eyes searching hers. "Now, you listen here. I need you to look, and I mean really look. What do you see?"

Calamity, taken aback by the seriousness of his tone, scanned the wagon train with a critical eye. She took in the wagon train, a procession of pioneers like a colony of ants carrying their belongings like a grain of sand in search of a new home. She observed Paddy with the most reproach as he scrambled into the back of a wagon, his movements awkward and ungainly. "Pathetic," she whispered, letting her true feelings slip before catching herself.

Amos caught the word, his expression turning stern. "Don't you go looking down on these folks, Calamity. They're doing what they can, same as us. We're all in this together, you hear?" She knew these people, their dreams and nightmares, weren't so different from her own. She felt conflicted, torn between her innate understanding of the land and the realization that not everyone could feel the rhythm of its beating heart in their bones.

"Most of these people, they don't know the land like we do, Pa," she began, her voice a soft rumble of contemplation. "They cling to their possessions, drag them across the country like a tortoise with its shell. They think they'll find happiness by putting down roots, but they don't understand—the roots are already here, in the journey, not the destination."

Her attentions were drawn to the wagon at the front of the train, where Billy—a boy with eyes full of dreams, someone who seemed to share a kindred spirit—talked animatedly with Moss. Though she had spoken of the settlers with disdain, her eyes softened as she watched him. Internally, she marveled at the fire she saw in him, a fire that mirrored her own passion for the untamed world they traversed. "Maybe they ain't all cut from the same cloth. Some got a fire in 'em that's kin to our own."

Amos, though unaware of whom she spoke, sensing his daughter's shift in perspective, appreciating her change of heart. He understood her better than anyone, her longing for the wild, her disdain for the mundane. But he also knew the value of empathy, the strength found in unity. His thoughts, though unspoken, echoed her sentiments: the true essence of life on the trail was in the shared experiences, the bonds forged through hardship and the collective will to persevere.

In a moment of stillness, letting the sun's warmth caress her freckled face in a warm embrace, she coaxed out the fragrance of the land and listened to it all unfold around her like a movie with no scene. The joyous chirps of birds fluttered from the trees, the throb of hooves against the earth, squirrels darting and chasing each other in the branches above—they all coalesced into a picture of the natural world ,a world of constant motion and untamed beauty.

And then, a subtle detail caught her attention—hoofprints near the treeline, distinct from the well-trodden path of the trail. "Wait," she murmured, half to herself, reigning in her horse Noble with a gentle tug. Her instincts licked at the inside of her belly. With a subtle squeeze of her calves and a soft cluck of her tongue, she urged him closer to examine the tracks with a practiced eye.

Amos, ever watchful, drew alongside her, his own thoughts mirroring hers. His eyes followed her gaze on the tracks, a silent demand before it escaped his mouth. "Tell me what you see."

"Well, they're not on the trail..." She shared her observation, her voice laced with caution as it trailed off into the breeze.

"True, but that doesn't mean some folks haven't slipped away without us seeing," he countered, his voice tinged with the wisdom of experience.

She nodded, trying to coerce her heart into agreement. "That could be true, but we should still keep our eyes open and our ears peeled. But maybe keep it between us for now, so as not to arouse any panic?" she suggested, her voice tinged with uncertainty and earnestness, her mind racing with the possibilities.

Amos's response, however, was a smile, a silent affirmation of her wisdom. In his heart, he knew that Calamity was growing into a force to be reckoned with, her intuition as sharp as any hunter's. He started back towards the wagon train, his hand finding its way to the top of her head, where he playfully tousled the twin braids of pure gold. "That's my girl," As he ruffled her hair, his mind was at ease, confident in the knowledge that she was every bit the daughter he had hoped she would become.

Together, they turned their attention back to the trail, their senses alert and their spirits undaunted. And amidst the vastness of the frontier, Calamity and Amos rode on, vigilant sentinels in a land of boundless opportunity.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, dropping its velvet shroud over the canvas of the frontier, the last visages of deep orange and purple retreated behind the horizon, and the wagon train settled into its nightly ritual. The tents rose like ethereal sentinels in the twilight, their canvas walls glowing in soft orange lantern lights.

Calamity, her silhouette framed by the dying light, stood outside her family's tent, her figure a ghostly wisp in her white cotton nightgown, and found solace in the rhythmic strokes of her fingers running idly through Noble's thick mane. Her hand moved in gentle strokes along his mane, a silent language of trust and companionship between them. Noble exhaled contentedly, his breath visible in the cooling air, he enjoyed the affection as much as she welcomed the quiet moment of reflection.

The cooling air of the approaching night whispered across the plains, carrying with it the day's warmth and the subtle scents of hard-packed earth and freshly trodden grass. In these quiet moments, Calamity's mind wandered. She thought of the rolling hills that had embraced their caravan, and the way the streams had whispered secrets as they passed. Her thoughts lingered on the settlers, each with their own reasons for braving the unknown, and of Billy—whose own spirit resonated within her own from behind eyes of blue fire. She pondered the strange notion of 'home' and how, for her, home was not a place but a feeling found in the freedom of the open trail.

Her Pa's voice, warm and familiar, called to her from inside the tent, breaking the evening's calm. "Calamity, time for bed," he said, the words carrying the gentle authority of a father's care.

Her reverie was gently broken by the sound of her father's voice calling her to bed. With one last affectionate pat for Noble, she ducked under the tent flap and entered their shared space, her nightgown brushing against the grass as she entered the spacious abode that would shelter them through the night. Amos sat waiting on the pallet, his straightened silhouette haloed by the flickering lantern light, an anchor in the sea of uncertainty that was the trail. He beckoned her beside him, already preparing for bed.

With practiced tenderness, hands steady and sure, he began the nightly ritual of freeing her golden locks. His hands casting larger-than-life shadows on the tent walls, the shadows flickered and danced, creating a puppet show as they mimicking the gentle motions of his fingers as they worked through the tangles of her day. Calamity watched, captivated by the dance of light and dark, as her hair fell free, cascading around her shoulders.

After her braids were undone and her hair had fallen, Calamity lay down on the soft bedding, her eyes wide and alert as they searched the canvas above her. Though her body was still, her mind was anything but. The day's events replayed in her head, mingling with the anticipation of the journey still to come.

Amos, worn from the day's ride, waited for sleep to claim him. They lay down, father and daughter, their faces turned toward one another in the dim light. Amos studied her for a moment, her face serene in the lamplight, and thought of the woman she was becoming. He marveled at her spirit, so like her mother's, and yet wondered if he had done enough to prepare her for the challenges that lay ahead.

"What now?" he broke the silence, his eyebrows arching with a mixture of exasperation and care.

"I'm not tired," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, as if fearing she might create a stark contrast to the stillness of the night.

Amos, feeling the weight of his own weariness, responded in kind. "Well, what do you want me to do about it?" His hand gestured in the air, lifting from his knee in resignation before settling it back down.

"Tell me a story," she said, her voice soft and wistful.

With a groan that spoke of aching muscles and the comfort of rest deferred, he acquiesced, lying back down. "Oh, you want a story? What type of story?" he inquired, his face turned towards hers, their eyes reflecting shared stories of days gone by.

"I like the scary ones," she whispered, a mischievous spark of excitement lighting her features.

Amos inhaled sharply, running a hand through his own golden hair and began to weave a tale from his youth, his voice a low rumble. "The scary ones! You like the scary ones, that's right," he murmured, casting his gaze upward as if drawing inspiration from the canvas above. His mind wandered back to a time long before Calamity had been born.

He spoke of a time when he served in the Navy, on a ship that faced the wrath of an unforgiving sea. "Imagine the waves, out on the open sea, each one a dark monstrous behemoth, clawing at the ship with the fury of the deep in a thunderous assault. Each one crashed against the ship's deck with the force of a thousand hammers, sending spray flying, each droplet a bite that stung against the skin..." His voice, deep and resonant, conjured images of a ship at the mercy of the sea, the taste of salt ever-present, the deck a treacherous landscape of motion.

In the lantern's flickering light, Amos' hands came to life, the shadows they cast growing into the very waves he described. They rose and fell, cresting and breaking against the imagined hull of the ship that held his captive audience of one.

Calamity's eyes widened as she visualized the scene her father painted—a vessel, small and insignificant, adrift in an endless expanse of churning sea. The salt spray bit at the sailors' faces, a stinging reminder of the ocean's raw power. The taste of brine filled their mouths, a constant, unwelcome companion as they fought to keep their footing on the slippery planks.

"The wind screamed like the lost souls of the deep, each gust more ferocious than the last, tearing at the sails, daring to rip the masts in half. It was a force that could sweep a man overboard with a mere flick, lost forever to the depths below, a sailor's nightmare," he continued, the shadow-play miming the chaotic dance of the howling gale that buffeted the shadow ship.

Calamity lay entranced, heart racing with the imagined danger, her own adventure melding with the sailors' plight. She could almost feel the dreadful rocking beneath her, the relentless motion that left men's stomachs lurching and their hearts full of dread. She could taste the salt on her lips, the darkness of the night all-encompassing, the stars obscured by storm clouds that blotted out any hope of light.

"And then, in the heart of the tempest, a rogue wave—a towering titan reared up, threatening to send us all to Davy Jones's locker..." Amos's hands rose high, casting a monstrous silhouette that seemed to loom over them, ready to crash down and plunge the shadow ship into shadowy depths. "It loomed over us, a moving mountain of angry foam, ready to break upon us."

Her breath caught in her throat as Amos described the terror of the wave, growing taller and more menacing as the wave threatened to engulf the shadow vessel and its crew, the inevitability of its descent. The shadows cast by Amos' hands took on an ominous form, growing taller and more menacing. The sailors, he told her, clung to whatever they could, their knuckles white, their prayers whispered and lost into the gale.

"But, even the fiercest storm must eventually break, and the world kept turning. The sea, though merciless, is not a heartless foe. We held on, and when dawn broke, the waters calmed. The ship, battered but unbroken, carried on, just as we must always carry on, no matter how fearsome the storm gets."

As the story reached its crescendo, it took a turn, leading them away from the stormy seas to a moment of destiny. Amos's voice softened, winding down like the storm he'd just described. "And after that, when we made port, the first thing I did was stride into the nearest saloon, belly up to the bar, and order the strongest drink they had," he said, a wistful smile touching the corners of his mouth. Calamity noticed that it made the line from years of smiling and laughter more pronounced on his otherwise deceivingly youthful face.

Calamity, hovering on the edge of sleep, listened as her Pa's tale took a turn toward the serendipitous. "And there she was—your ma. Sipping on some whiskey neat, with a fire in her gaze that outshone the fiercest star. Within her was the same untamed spirit that I see in you every day." His voice held a reverence reserved for cherished memories, for moments that change the course of a life.

Calamity's eyelids grew heavy as the tale wound down, the lantern's light dimming as she succumbed to sleep. A yawn escaped Calamity, she sighed deeply as she nestled deeper into her bedding. "I wish I could've met her," she murmured, the words slurred by the tug of dreams.

Amos leaned over, his movements deliberate and tender, and placed a tender kiss on her temple. "She would've loved you, just as much as I do," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

As she drifted off into the realm of sleep, she imagined herself there, on the deck, facing the elements with the same fierce determination she saw in Amos' eyes. Her thoughts lingered on tomorrow, on the face that she too might face her own storm on the raging river they would cross on their journey westward. She told herself that though the tale had been thrilling, it was more than that, it was a lesson—a reminder that they were made of stern stuff, capable of weathering any tempest, terrestrial or otherwise.

In the silence that followed, Amos watched his daughter sleep, her chest rising and falling with the peaceful rhythm of the innocent. His gaze drifted to the wedding bands that hung around his neck—a tangible reminder of a love that endured beyond the confines of mortality. His fingers toyed with the rings, tracing the familiar contours, each curve a memory, each touch a bittersweet reminiscence.

With a final look at his daughter's peaceful face and a deep breath, Amos reached out and turned the lantern's knob, the flame sputtering before surrendering them to the embrace of the night. And as the lantern flickered one last time, he whispered a silent vow to protect her, come what may, on the wild trail to Kansas.

The only light now was the soft glow of the moon filtering through the canvas.

Outside, the world was still, save for the occasional rustle of grass or the distant call of a night bird. Inside the tent, Amos and Calamity lay side by side, the bond between them unspoken but as palpable as the rings around Amos's neck. And as sleep claimed them both, the echoes of the sea and the warmth of a mother's love stood vigil, guiding them through the quiet hours of the night.

The sun had barely crested the horizon when the wagon train awoke to another day on the trail, the air crisp and filled with the scent of earth and dew. With methodical precision, the tents were dismantled, supplies packed, the canvas structures collapsing like wilting flowers at the end of a long day, supplies packed, and the wagon train prepared to resume its westward crawl. Calamity moved with practiced ease, her hands deft as she rolled the bedding and secured their belongings. They broke camp with the efficiency that comes from days turned to weeks on the trail. The only deviation from the norm was the river that lay ahead.

The river, wide and seemingly calm at first glance, lye in wait deceitfully in wait with its stillness masking the powerful currents beneath. Its surface mirrored the morning sky, masking the swift and treacherous currents that surged below. The settlers approached with caution, their wagons lining up along the bank. A hushed silence fell over the caravan as the first wagon tentatively entered the water, the gentle lapping of the waves belying the strength of the unseen forces below. As they neared the water's edge, the procession slowed to a stop, and a murmur of trepidation spread among the settlers.

Amos, ever vigilant, surveyed the scene, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. When the caravan came to an abrupt standstill, Calamity, sensing the change, questioned her father, "What's going on? Why are we stopping?" Her voice was laced with confusion and anticipation.

Amos, eyes narrowed as he peered ahead, replied without turning, "I don't know. But I have a pretty good idea swimmin' about." His gaze fixed on the unfolding chaos ahead.

Then he saw it—A wagon, besieged by the current, was rapidly taking on water, horses rearing in a blind panic, their terror-filled cries piercing the morning calm as they struggled against the weight of their burden.  Amos watched as the canvas of the wagon twisted and thrashed in the water.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, spurring his horse forward with a grim determination. He cursed their late start and the complacency that had allowed them to fall behind the lead wagons. The peace that had accompanied their journey thus far had been a fragile thing that had draped the caravan in a gossamer veil, now shattered by the river's unexpected wrath.

Calamity, spurred by her father's urgency, followed her father's lead. As they approached the tumultuous scene, Amos's experience with rivers and crossings came to the forefront. He knew that the key to a successful crossing lay in calm and confident handling of the animals and precise maneuvering of the wagon. Amos dismounted with urgency, his boots splashing into the water as he moved to help guide the floundering process.

"Stay put," he ordered, leaving instructions that were as sharp as they were laden with concern while he focused on the crisis at hand. She nodded, her trust in her father's abilities unwavering. He approached the distressed team, his voice firm yet soothing as he took the reins and spoke to the horses in a steady, calming tone. With reassuring pats and gentle tugs, he guided the animals, steadying them enough to regain control.

Amos waded deeper into the river, the cold water an afterthought as he worked to reposition the wagon, distributing its weight to counter the pull of the current. His movements were deliberate, his strength evident as he pushed against the wagon's frame, guiding it to a shallower passage he had spied upon his approach.

As she watched her father wade into the turmoil, her horse, Noble, became a creature of sheer instinct. The animal, spooked by the cacophony and the fear that hung heavy in the air, bucked wildly. Overwhelmed by the bedlam, he unseated her with a powerful lurch, sending Calamity plunging into the icy embrace of the river.

The churning waters seized her immediately, pulling her into its depths with a disorienting force, the light from above growing dim as the current tossed her like a leaf in a storm. Light and dark, up and down, the water was a living thing, dragging her deeper, tumbling her about until the world lost all meaning. Each attempt to swim was a struggle against the current, her lungs burned for the taste of air as her mind desperately grappled for some sense of direction.

But then, fighting with every fiber of her being, she broke through the surface of the murky depths to meet the light, the air rushing back into her lungs in a violent, desperate gasp of the sweetness of life. The world was noise and chaos once more, but she was alive, she was breathing.

Amos, upon hearing the splash, a sound that cut through the din, felt a cold dread gripping at his heart. He saw Noble bolt past, riderless, and his world narrowed to a single point. His daughter's name tore from his lips as he plunged into the river in a fury, his fear propelling him forward at a speed he did not know he possessed. His eyes scoured the water, his hands, guided by a father's desperation, searched the deep until his hands finally found her and pulled her free from the river's relentless grasp. She surfaced, coughing violently, expelling the water that had invaded her lungs.

His relief only allowing a brief moment of anger, her coughs a symphony of life as she expelled the river from her lungs. "I told you to stay put!" he yelled, his fear and relief bleeding into anger.

But as he gazed upon his daughter, his expression softened, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her soaked hair, cradling her against him. His relief was palpable in the tremble of his arms, as he send a silent thanks for her safety.

Kathleen's voice shattered the reprieve, her  voice pierced through the air, her cries for Billy drawing their attention back to the river. Amos released Calamity, gaze meeting Kathleen's, and in her eyes, he saw his own reflection from moments ago—a recognition of similar pain and loss as her screams grew more frantic. With a protective arm, he held Calamity back before diving into the water once more.

Calamity stood beside Kathleen, joining her cries, the two of them bound by shared terror. Finally, Amos emerged, dragging Billy to the bank, his body racking with coughs but alive. Her eyes met Amos' in a silent exchange of thanks.

As the chaos of the river rescue waned and Kathleen's son, Billy, lay safe in her arms, Amos allowed himself a moment to study Kathleen. Her eyes, wide with maternal fear now softening with relief, so reminiscent of his late wife, brought a flood of memories, stirring the embers of a love that time had not extinguished. It was more than the shape or the color—it was the raw emotion, the depth of love that seemed to transcend the physical world. He remembered that same look, one of fierce determination and boundless affection, a look that once brought him back from the brink, just as it had brought Billy back to his mother.

Amos's thoughts lingered on his wife as he observed Kathleen whispering her thanks. The way her lips moved, the slight tremble as she spoke, it was like gazing through the mists of time. He felt the weight of his wedding bands against his chest, Amos's fingers brushed the wedding bands at his neck, a reminder of a bond that, although broken by death, still tethered his heart to a love that refused to fade.

Meanwhile, Calamity, shivering from the cold and the adrenaline ebbing from her veins, watched as her father's gaze held Kathleen's. She knew that look, had seen it in the quiet moments when he thought she was asleep, a look of longing and remembrance. She understood the silent language, the memories that were stirred, and the silent homage he paid to the love he once shared with her mother.

She understood, more than he realized, the depth of his loss and the strength it took to carry on, to be both mother and father to her in this untamed world.

The river continued to wreak havoc, and as Kathleen called out for her husband, another figure, Frank, burst from the water's grasp, a nearly lifeless Paddy being dragged behind him towards safety. The Irishman's stubborn grasp on his belongings nearly cost him everything. As Paddy was pulled into the safety of his wife's arms, coughing his way back to consciousness, the caravan seemed to collectively exhale with relief, the tension of the moment dissipating like mist in the morning sun.

Billy, now coughing and spluttering but very much alive, was a mirror to Calamity's own recent brush with death. As he regained his composure, his pair of perceptive blue eyes found hers across the chaos-strewn riverbank. They shared no words, but in their silence, understanding and respect were communicated without a word. In his gaze, she saw the echo of her own resilience. His gaze also held a question, a silent inquiry into her well-being, and she responded with a subtle nod.

Their shared look was a silent pact, a mutual acknowledgment of the fragility of life and the suddenness with which it could change. They were survivors, kindred spirits who had stared down death and now looked upon each other with a newfound appreciation for the threads of fate that connected them.

Amos, pulling himself from the past, gathered Calamity into his arms, his protective embrace a fortress against the unpredictable world. His mind raced with what-ifs and close calls, but as he held his daughter, feeling the steady beat of her heart, he allowed himself to feel relief. He was reminded once more of the preciousness of the child entrusted to him, and of the unwavering resolve that had become the cornerstone of their existence.

Calamity's gaze wandered back to the river, to the remnants of their life and memories it had claimed, feeling the sting of their material losses as she watched the face contorting all around her. The loss was palpable, a shared wound floating openly down the riverbank, caused by its own fury. It was a stark reminder of nature's capriciousness, yet it was the unspoken words between her and Billy that offered a quiet solace. In his blue eyes, she saw not only a reflection of her own experiences but also the dawning understanding of what they still carried within them—their resilience, their courage, their hope— it was far more valuable than any object the river could take.

As the sun climbed higher and the river continued its indifferent flow, Amos and Calamity stood at the edge of a world, faces etched with the day's trials. The river had tested them in taking everything, but it had also shown them the unyielding bond that tied them to each other and to a destiny that awaited them on the open trail. The trail ahead was long, but they would face it together, one step, one breath, one heartbeat at a time.

#Spotify #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid fanfic #billy the kid fic #billy the kid x oc #oc:amos grace #oc:calamity grace #billy the kid mgm+ #tom blyth fanfic #tom blyth #billy the kid #isabel may #elsa dutton

[gabrielfolli]

Dans le cadre de la 7e édition de l’exposition triennale de l’ADIAF « De leur temps », le Frac Grand Large présente un nouvel instantané des collections françaises d’art contemporain à travers une sélection d’œuvres acquises récemment sur les 4 niveaux du bâtiment. Constituant un panorama unique des achats récents des collectionneurs français, cette exposition témoigne de leur vitalité et de leur passion pour l’art « de leur temps ».

Commissariat : Keren Detton (Frac Grand Large) et Michel Poitevin (ADIAF)

Avec les œuvres de :

ADD FUEL, Saâdane AFIF, Jean-Michel ALBEROLA, Giulia ANDREANI, Kader ATTIA, Marcos AVILA FORERO, Esmaël BAHRANI, Bertille BAK, Éric BAUDELAIRE, Mélanie BERGER, Bianca BONDI, Étienne BOSSUT, Emmanuelle BOUSQUET, Aline BOUVY, Szabolcs Bozó, David BROGNON et Stéphanie ROLLIN, Cornel BRUDASCU, Io BURGARD, Damien CABANES, Miriam CAHN, Michael Ray CHARLES, Julian CHARRIÈRE, Grégory CHATONSKY, Vajiko CHACHKHIANI, Delphine CIAVALDINI, Claude CLOSKY, Isabelle CORNARO, Jesse DARLING, Edith DEKYNDT, Hélène DELPRAT, Nolan Oswald DENNIS, Hugo DEVERCHÈRE, David DOUARD, Nicolas DHERVILLERS, Mathilde DENIZE, Nathalie DJURBERG et Hans BERG, Marlene DUMAS, Kenny DUNKAN, Hoël DURET, Mimosa ECHARD, Hans-Peter FELDMANN, Esther FERRER, Gabriel FOLLI, Bruno GADENNE, Daiga GRANTINA, GUERILLA GIRLS, Terencio González, Ilona GRANET, Juliette GREEN, Myriam HADDAD, Tirdad HASHEMI, Paul HEINTZ, Damien HIRST, My-Lan HOANG-TUY, Danielle JACQUI, Oda JAUNE, Sophie KITCHING, Kapwani KIWANGA, Sergey KONONOV, Anna KUTERA, Lucie LAFLORENTIE, Luc LAPRAYE, Hanne LIPPARD, Jonas LUND, MADSAKI, Paul MAHEKE, Benoît MAIRE, François MANGEOL, Teresa MARGOLLES, Randa MAROUFI, Rayane MCIRDI, Anita MOLINERO, Franck NOTO, Prune NOURRY, Josèfa NTJAM, Estefania PENAFIEL LOAIZA, Françoise PÉTROVITCH, Gloria PETYARRE, Grayson PERRY, Walter PFEIFFER, Amalia PICA, Benoît PIERON, Joanna PIOTROWSKA, Robin PLUS, Julien PRIMARD, Hervé PRIOU, Enrique RAMIREZ, Emmanuel RÉGENT, Caroline REVEILLAUD, Lili REYNAUD-DEWAR, Carole RIVALIN, Mathilde ROSIER, Karine ROUGIER, Elsa SAHAL, Ludovic SAUVAGE, Marta SPAGNOLI, Pierre SEINTURIER, Massinissa SELMANI, Cindy SHERMAN, SHIMABUKU, Kelly SINNAPAH MARY, Saule SULEIMENOVA, Claire TABOURET, Ida TURSIC & Wilfried MILLE, Pierre VERMEULEN, Christophe VIART, Oriol VILANOVA, Danh VO, Lois WEINBERGER, Duncan WYLIE, Tim ZDEY.

Présentation de l'œuvre The Nation, 2019, technique mixte sur papier, 150 x 150 cm. Collection privée.

https://www.fracgrandlarge-hdf.fr/

https://www.adiaf.com/

#gabrielfolli #adiaf #fracgrandlarge #dunkerque #deleurtemps #deleurtemps7

[bodybebangin]

There is a moment where your dreams and your memories merge together and form a perfect world. That is Heaven. And each Heaven is unique. It is the world of you. The land is filled with all you hold dear and the sky is your imagination. My Heaven is filled with good horses and open plains and wild cattle and a man who loves me. It is always sunrise in my world... And there are no storms. I am the only lighting. I know death now. I've seen it. It had no fangs. It smiled at me. And it was beautiful.

#1883 #1883edit #elsa dutton #isabel may #sam #martin sensmeier #sam x elsa #i really loved this ending

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Happy Pride Month 

I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best

Princess Isabelle x Princess Audrey Elsa Lahey x Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski Adrien Argent x Jax Hunter Aurora Anderson x Sebastian Smythe

@queerocs Queer Creators Week: Shakespeare

Forever Tag List: @themildestofwriters @gottaenjoythelittlethingzz @pearlselegancies @seaweedhufflepuffocs @erzascarlettitania @the-october-reviewer @foxesandmagic @perfectlystiles @anotherunreadblog @megdonnellys @peacheydelanhoes @papergirlverse @abbysarcane @darkwolf76 @randomfandoming1 @ocfairygodmother @itsjustgracy @witchofinterest @aftcrnoon @ultraocfury @guardiansofheroes​​ @malice1329​ - want to be added? shoot me an ask!

Isabelle Tag: @farklelucas

Elsa Tag: @farklelucas @lizziesxltzmxn

Adrien Tag: @farklelucas @lizziesxltzmxn

Jax Tag: @farklelucas

Aurora Tag: @xmelia-pxnd @lizziesxltzmxn @ofbadchoices​ @the-october-reviewer

#ocappreciation #allaboutocs #queerocs #oc pride edits #pride 2020 #princess isabelle #isabelle x audrey #isaudrey #ship: fell in love when i saw you standing there #elsa lahey #elsa x scott x stiles #scilsa #ship: before i met you i was drowning; now i am water #adrien argent #jax hunter #adrien x jax #ship: a silent devotion #aurora anderson #aurora x sebastian #sebora #ship: please remind me who i really am #my work #my edits #my gifs #my ocs #descendants oc #teen wolf oc #glee oc

[onceupona-crossover]

I have a friend on DeviantArt who love to see a moodboard of Varian of Tangled x Princess Isabel of Elena of Avalor. Think you might have time to make it, please?

absolutely, i hope your friend likes it!

- mod elsa

#request done