#george of nottingham

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

If villain bad, then why sexy?

#if villain bad why hot #alan rickman #the sheriff of Nottingham #robin hood prince of thieves #George of Nottingham

[galbalmuhet]

😁👍

#sheriff of nottingham #robin hood prince of thieves #alan rickman #alan sidney patrick rickman #rickmaniac #i love alan rickman #george of nottingham

[myers-meadow]

Sheriff of Nottingham x reader: Dream

Title: Dream

Pairing: Sheriff of Nottingham x Guy of Gisbourne's wife.

Wordcount: 551

Warnings: some angst and pining. Nothing about reader's appearance is mentioned, only that she's a woman.

Written as part of self-indulgent September, for the prompt 'dream'. This is not strictly a self-ship drabble, but I thought I'd publish it anyway :)). Hope you enjoy!

Divider by saradika.

Sheriff woke with a start. No tolling of the church bells, no yelling guards, no clatter of sword fighting, no crying women. The night was quiet and dark. Above his bed, to the left, was a small window and silver moonlight streamed in. The only sounds he heard were the blowing of the wind and the rustling of his sheets as threw them off to sit at the edge of his bed. The fireplace crackled in the corner of the room, keeping the room warm enough during the cold late summer nights.

He sighed deeply. Just a dream... Another dream of her. Another one with a bitter ending, one that left him with his chest heaving and the sheets soaked with sweat. Looking at the window, it was still before the end of first sleep, so he got up and stretched. Mortiana would advice him if he asked, but nothing could help with the feeling he was left with after a dream like this.

During it, the secret apple of his eye was struck down by a wayward arrow from one of his terribly incompetent men. He saw his cousin Guy scream, run to her, kneel down and sob as he held her, blood flowing down her dress onto the stone ground. And George could only sit and stare from atop his horse, not knowing what to do - until rage made it's way to the surface, and he brutally cut down that failure of a marksman.

He closed his eyes, reliving the dream as its fragments already split apart like a pane of glass breaking. If only his cousin would perish in battle, and he'd be the shoulder his widow came to cry on. He'd be so gentle with her, so sweet. He'd wrap her in a warmth she's not seen while being with Guy, show her a life she could have only dream of.

He knew how wrong it was, and more than that he felt shame, he knew that it could affect his reputatin. If he played his cards wrong, both would suffer the consequences of that. She deserved better than a messy start of their relationship. After all, that's all he dreamt of. Of ways he could give her the world. She'd be his queen. She'd enjoy luxuries beyond compare, as long as she'd remain by his side. He knew she would. He tried it, before her and Guy were married, he tried seducing her, but she only had eyes for his cousin.

Thinking of that time, how it was for him those years ago, set his temper ablaze yet again. The unfairness of it! He went to the fireplace, taking the poker and stabbed the logs restlessly, a deep frown in between his brows. How could she prefer Guy over him? That stupid good-for-nothing idiot! Guy just got to her first... Well, George is the one who would last. And once he's planned something to get rid of Guy, once it's all through, she'd be glad that place in his arms was still free. The fire roared, before calming down, and George stared at it, hoping the rest of his sleep would be dreamless. It's already enough for her to plague his waking hours and he'd need the rest if he wanted his plan to be foolproof.

#sheriff of nottingham x reader #sheriff of nottingham #george of nottingham #george of nottingham x reader #robin hood: prince of thieves #robin hood (1991)

[meadow-selfship]

Bewitched: ch. 1 (Sheriff of Nottingham x s/i)

Title: Mass

Pairing: George, sheriff of Nottingham x s/i Hadewych van Heiden.

Summary: During mass, they meet for the first time. Plans are set in motion, strategies are formed, the witch has divined her prophecies.

Warnings: None. Yet

Divider by @/saradika

Mass. The sheriff disliked it, but he’d be a fool to forget it’s political significance, so he made his way through the small crowd of needful people and into the church building. He took his usual spot at the front, his cousin at his side, and bowed his head in respect. The priest’s voice droned on, and soon the sheriff found himself restless.

As he usually did during this time, he looked over to where the pretty maid Marian sat. Instead caught sight of another, a young woman he hadn’t seen before. The light from one of the stained glass windows hit her, making her stand out. As if chosen by god. For a moment, the priest’s voice faded away. It felt like there was only her and him in the church. A modest black dress over white, and a silk scarf rested gently on her head. Yet; everything about her was in colour. She wasn’t beautiful, not like Marian, or some of the other girls he liked to enjoy, but something about her captivated him. Feeling his eyes on her, she looked up. Their eyes locked.

The world brightened. Colours swam around her. She was the sole focus. Even though they were many metres away, he swore he could discern the intricate floral pattern on her scarf, the colour of her eyes, the soft hairs that pulled free from her crown braid during the horse ride here. Logically, he knew he shouldn’t be able to see that from this distance, but he did. He could even smell the way in which she smelled like lady Marian, fainty of perfume, faintly of hay; and of an innocence that was purely her; of sweetness, like candy that leaves a stickiness on one’s lips.

Lady Marian who sat at her left, bumped into her, which broke their eye contact and the moment was gone.

After mass, the sheriff was glad to see the unknown woman followed lady Marian to pray to Mary in one of the alcoves, and not leave right away. The priest had a word with him, and he caught the pair just as they made for the door.

“Lady Marian, how lovely to see you again,” he greeted, with a kiss to her knuckles, before he moved on to the unknown lady. “And who is your companion?”

Swiftly, and with the most charming smile, he took her hand and repeated the gesture, letting his lips linger over her bare knuckles. His breath tickled her wrist, the scratch of his beard, her soft skin under his lips making it more intimate than it did with Marian, who kept her hands covered.  

“Sheriff, this is lady Hadewych, my friend from the continent,” said Marian with a tight-lipped smile.

Hadewych made a small curtesy. Marian’s hand rested, protective, impatient, on her shoulder.

“A pleasure to meet you, sire,” she said. George delighted in the sound of her voice, high and innocent, yet pleasant. Her accent was difficult to place, but foreign.

“You are not from here? Then I simply must welcome you to Nottingham properly.” he said, arms extended in a jovial gesture.

Seemingly not noticing Marian’s discomfort as her hand tightened on her shoulder, Hadewych smiled warmly. “Thank you, sire.”

“Both of you, dine with me tomorrow,” the sheriff said, his voice smooth, pleased with her receptiveness. “I’ll show you around the town, my castle. I’ll have a duck slaughtered for the occasion.”

“Sheriff, that’s truly very kind, but tomorrow… that’s rather short notice,” interjected Maria, worry etched in the lines of her forehead.

Hadewych leaned in to speak softly to her friend. “Why not? I’d like to go.”

George’s smile turned smug at the whispered words. “I insist. What other welcome can I offer but my personal attention? Especially with those rogues running around the place. No, my lady Hadewych, you deserve to see what good Nottingham has to offer.”

After they exited, George pulled his right hand man, Guy of Gisbourne, aside. Guy gave a meaningful raise of his eyebrows, aimed at the two women making their way to their horses.

“Marian’s new friend sure looks sweet,” Guy grinned, the gravel in his voice making the word ‘sweet’ sound filthy.

George glared at him, but saw little reason to argue. Before he got ideas in his head, he needed information. “Guy, my cousin…” Holding him by the arm, he led him to the stables to talk away from prying eyes. “I want you to see if you can bribe one of Marian’s servants – her lady in waiting perhaps – to see what you can find about lady Hadewych. Anything is useful, where she’s from, how long she’ll be staying, who her family is, what are her previous loyalties, why is she here, anything. Got it?”

“What about Robin Hood?”

The sheriff’s expression darkened. “Leave him to me. I expect you back soon enough. Now go.”

Once home, he went straight down to the dungeons, the echo of his footsteps on the stone stairway only emphasising the silence of this part of the castle. It grew colder the deeper he went.

“Mortiana!” was George’s only greeting as he entered, making his way over to Mortiana’s altar, the upside down hanging cross a familiar sight. It was always colder here, but his guardian didn’t seem to mind. He hugged his thick cloak around his shoulders.  

“You seem chipper today,” she said, appearing from behind a stone pillar on the other side of the room. Always just where he didn’t expect her to be, yet always in those damn dungeons. She approached him, taking a good look at him with her mismatched eyes. She was a good deal shorter than him, but made up for it with an intimidating aura. A woman who wasn’t scared of any man.

“You met someone,” she said, “and that’s why you’re here.”

“Indeed, madam.” George nodded at her, respectful. “Lady Marian brought a friend today… Lady Hadewych is her name. What can you tell me about her?” his lip curled at the mention of the word ‘friend’, but before he even got the words out, Mortiana’s face twisted in a smile.

“Let us see…” and she cleared the table by swiping everything rudely to the side. Taking a ladle, she scooped from the pot that was brewing and put it on a plate. Boiled pine needles. With her long nails, she scooped a few out of the hot water, and chewed them, looking displeased. George watched her, impatient, and worried at seeing her reaction. She spit them back out, onto a spoon, and cracked an egg. The yolk was orange, with a film of blood. Taking the spoon, she mixed them, and then looked up to her protégé with a grin.

“I see her, in your future. She has great potential for you, sire.” She poked her ring finger nail in the gross mixture, and tasted it. “Her life trajectory is entwined with Nottingham, now that she’s come here…” Her sinister giggle echoed through the dungeons. “Innocent, yes, but not quite… With a careful guiding hand - from you, she can be pivotal in playing an important role for us. Another household, she is close to. That could be your link.”

“Who?”

“Someone of royal birth… That would be that pretty lady,” the witch grinned.

“Aah, the King’s cousin,” said George, a pleased grin forming on his face. “That would make things a lot easier, as I can’t control Marian if she stays outside the city’s walls.”

“But you should take care, sire. This situation requires a… gentle hand.”

“As if I can’t be gentle,” George scoffs, but even the word sounds strange from his tongue.

After his talk with Mortiana, the sheriff felt a sense of optimism. Perhaps having a friend inside Marian’s household would help keep an eye on things. And then there was… the moment they shared. Did she feel drawn to him similarly? Was it fate guiding their eyes towards the other? He was sure that, with Mortiana said, it will all unfold soon enough.

Hadewych seemed… innocent. Young, but not much younger than Marian. It would be easy to have her wrapped around his finger – and he’d enjoy indulging in the spoils of his efforts. Now with Guy elsewhere, finally giving him some peace and quiet, he had all the time to think. The lack of information about this potential new pawn was frustrating.

The way she looked at him… even now it sent a shiver down his spine, that unpleasant churning sensation following right after. Her innocence… He couldn’t help but imagine her, charmed by him. See those doe eyes stare up at him, laying on the furs in front of the fireplace. It’d be easy – a maiden like her wouldn’t know the touch of a man and even the smallest of affections would make her heart race.

After dinner he summoned a servant girl to his chambers – to practice his gentler hand. When the wench grew mouthy, he lost his patience and slapped her to shut her up. The only voice he could bear to hear, was Hadewych’s. He sent the girl away, who left in tears, clutching her chemise, and he sighed deeply. Alone again, even more frustrated than before. He laid himself on the furs, hand outstretched to the fire, letting it warm him, and stared into the flames for a long time.

#george of nottingham #sheriff of nottingham #sheriff of nottingham x oc #🥄a heathen's something pure🤍 #self ship community #robin hood: prince of thieves #sheriff of nottingham x s/i #s/i x f/o #selfshipping #robin hood (1991) #self ship #hadewych van heiden

[thewales-family]

The Prince of Wales and Prince George of Wales watch the Premier League match between Aston Villa and Nottingham Forest at Villa Park, in Birmingham, England -April 8th 2023.

#prince william #prince of wales #prince george #british royal family #england #2023 #april 2023 #premier league #premier league 2023 #aston villa vs nottingham forest #the wales #my edit

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 12!

prompt: Warming Fire

warnings: swearing, suggestive teasing

Entering the cabin, I stomped my feet on the ground several times. I also shook out my cloak before taking it off completely. I tossed it over a chair and immediately shook my hair out as well. Only after all this was done did I look around the room I was in. Sighing, I took in the fireplace and small fire wood pile next to it. The door slammed shut as George entered after me and repeated the same process I had done not five minutes ago.

“Do you happen to know how to start a fire?” I asked as he stepped up to join me properly. George nodded before getting to work. I turned towards the kitchen and started looking for something we could eat. It wasn’t long before the chill set in and I slipped out of my wet boots. There wasn’t much I could do about the clothes I was wearing or my hair at the moment.

“Fires ready.” George said, stepping up behind me. I nodded and slipped under his arms before they could wrap me up in him. Beelining for the fireplace, I grabbed the fur blanket from our travel bags and wrapped it around myself. George chuckled as he joined me. I continued to shiver so under the blanket I removed the wet clothing. Without being asked George hung it as close to the fire as he could before doing the same. Slipping under the blanket, he drew me into his side.

“Hands to yourself my lordship.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek and tucked my head under his chin.

“But you know what they say,” he teased. “In cold like this, we need to share body heat.” His arms tightened around me. “And the best way to do that is most…intimate.” His nose trailed over my temple as he leaned down. I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, if nothing else than to steal his warmth and keep the chill away.

“George.” I warned as his hands started to move over my back and waist. He hummed and I gently pinched his side.

“Ow.” He grumbled but his hands stopped their movements. “I’m just saying.” He teased again as he kissed me. “What’s more romantic than the situation we’re in? Snowed in. With just a roaring fire and each other for company.” I tilted my head to look at him. “Just one action can make this the most romantic moment we’ve ever had.” Giggling, I shook my head and kissed him.

“You’re truly insatiable you know that?” George nodded and gently laid me on my back.

“I’m well aware my dear.” He kissed me again. “But let’s get you warmed up and we can discuss my libido later.” Laughing, I reached up and pulled him back down to press a loving kiss to his lips.

#rickmas2022 #alan rickman #alan rickman fanfic #alan rickman fanfiction #alan rickman x reader #alan rickman imagine #george #sheriff of nottingham #sheriff of nottingham x reader #sheriff of Nottingham imagine #Sheriff of Nottingham fanfic #Sheriff of Nottingham fanfiction

[chelleinyy]

The Difference Between a Gray and Coloured Photograph

CHAPTER I

One more week until the World Exhibition had started, and Celine was still unsure about her Chessmaton. Did she recognize its potential as a remarkable invention? Yes, she did. But why, for the past three hours, couldn't she bring herself to concentrate on it?

She should be worrying about the performance of her invention, for the competition will be intense, and yet she has not given focus on it. Yet, her attention seemed inexplicably drawn to a letter sitting before her. Picking it up again once more, for what seemed like a millionth time, she read it again.

Dear Celine,

It is with great pleasure that I pen this letter to inform you of my arrival at Concordia, with the intention of showcasing my creation from the previous World Exhibition. A full fortnight has passed since my arrival, and I temporarily stay in the Concordian Grand Hotel for the time being.

I confess that I am rather lost, since so much has changed since I visited the city last year. Yet, as fate would have it, the word of your participation in the upcoming competition reached me, and I am delighted that you will. Are you able to meet up with me at the hotel this afternoon? Please send me an answer before 12:30 PM this noon. I hope to see you soon.

With every fiber of my being, I await the moment when our paths shall cross once more. Until then, I shall eagerly anticipate our reunion.

Greta G.

That blasted letter, brief as it was, managed to sow the seeds of exasperation deep within Celine's mind. What did Greta want? The audacity of her flaunting that cursed camera once more is enough to make one's blood boil. Admittedly, witnessing colors in a blasted photograph instead of dreary gray is a rarity, and yes, Greta did bask in the glory of claiming the grand prize with her wretched camera that injects life into those wretched pictures.

But pray tell, what on earth is so captivating about that drivel? Parading the same old gimmick and likely expecting yet another victory, along with the promise of the invention going into mass production seemed rather unfair. Unfairness personified, at least in Celine's irked perspective.

“Ah, Celine! Fancy seeing you here at the cafe!”

Celine turned her head, her thoughts interrupted. Across from her sat Orville, cigarette in hand, adorned with smudges of soot. Glaring at the man, she hastily stowed away the letter in her pocket.

“What on earth do you want? If you wanted to be in my company you could have thought about looking decent first.”, scowled Celine

Orville merely shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "Just spent hours adding some nifty gizmos to my steampack, hence the delightful mess I find myself in. Though I must say, you don't exactly look your best either, rather worse for wear."

He couldn't resist a cheeky grin as he took a drag from his cigarette, before continuing, "But, you see, inventors frequent this establishment looking as if they've been frolicking in chimneys, so I'd say you're in good company— Oh, hold on a second. What's that you've got there?"

Orville's gaze fixated on the envelope that housed the letter. In a swift motion, Celine attempted to hide it away, but Orville got there first. Snatching away the envelope, Orville read the contents on the back of it.

“Give that back!”

“Hmm..Oh wait! This is from Greta! I haven’t heard from her since last year! I was not aware she would be participating in this year’s competition considering she already won the previous one! So, I gather you two have been in touch?" Orville's voice dripped with an air of mischief.

Fuming, Celine snatched back the envelope and tucked it away safely with the letter. Crossing her arms, she shot another glare at Orville.

“It’s none of your business, Orville. And just so you're aware, I was as clueless as you when I learned of her participation this year." Celine rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I mean, why bother once more? Winning the previous year should have sufficed!" she muttered under her breath.

Orville cast a sly glance at Celine, arching his eyebrows as he took another puff of his cigarette. It was no secret that Celine possessed a fiery temper and a painfully limited reserve of patience. However, whenever Greta Gundwood's name arose, it seemed almost too easy to provoke her.

Producing a lighter and a small box of cigarettes from his vest, he extended both items to his companion across the table. With an exasperated huff, she maintained her annoyed expression but begrudgingly accepted the offering. Orville observed with a smug smile as Celine lit a cigarette and reclined in her seat.

“You know, I often refer to these as ‘calming sticks' because of you,” Orville jested,“It's remarkable how you manage to mellow out once you've got one wedged between your lips. No wonder you’re always seen with a cigarette in hand while you work. Otherwise, you might've accidentally set your own workshop ablaze."

Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Celine fired back, "I believe it's quite the contrary. You're the one more prone to setting things alight, considering your perpetual lack of caution."

"Did Greta inform you of that? She never hesitates to lament about it, even to my face," Orville remarked playfully.

"And she is absolutely correct," Celine replied with a touch of acerbity.

Stubbing out his cigarette, Orville gracefully lowered his hand, the smoke dissipating into the air. "You know, there's been something that's piqued my curiosity for quite some time now," he mused, gently placing the spent cigar onto the table. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows upon the wooden surface, a glint in his eyes.

“Celine, I can't help but wonder why is it that you become so irate whenever Greta's name is mentioned? It's been an enigma that's lingered in my mind. Imagine my surprise when I learned that you've been lingering here at The Brass Compass for a good three hours, all due to a letter from none other than Greta Gundwood."

"And I reiterate, Orville, it's absolutely none of your concern. I fail to comprehend why you insist on prying into the details of my personal life," Celine grumbled, her voice laced with irritation. Narrowing her gaze, she struggled to conceal her annoyance, opting to roll her cigarette between her index and middle finger while diverting her eyes away from his prying stare.

Orville tilted his head innocently, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "But my dear Celine, as your esteemed friend and fellow inventor, it feels only natural for me to harbor a certain level of interest in your affairs. Curiosity, after all, courses through the veins of all inventors!" he remarked with feigned innocence. "Besides, it's quite hard to ignore when a fellow inventor like yourself spends a significant amount of time brooding over a letter from a renowned competitor. I can't help but be intrigued."

Celine snapped in response, her patience wearing thin. "If you truly must know," she retorted sharply, "Greta and I share a complex history, to put it mildly. Let's just say it's far from amicable. But let's leave it at that." She took another drag of her cigarette, exhaling slowly as she sighed. "Rest assured, our history only extends to a professional level. Nothing more, nothing less.”

"Hmm, so it seems the intrigue deepens!" Orville mused, a hint of mischief in his voice. "For now, I shall refrain from further prying, but rest assured, my curiosity shall persist.

As Celine exhaled another cloud of smoke, she couldn't help but groan softly as she heard Orville's chuckle. "You're incorrigible, Orville. Utterly and completely incorrigible," she muttered, her annoyance palpable as she covered her face with her hand.

Really, just what she needed. Orville's constant pestering, solely for the sake of his own amusement, had become a daily routine since her arrival in Concordia. Granted, he was the first to greet her upon disembarking the ship, guiding her to the lodging of fellow inventors and the other contestants for the competition. Nevertheless, Celine couldn't help but feel irked by his audacity. Glancing back up from her thoughts, a realization struck her with a tinge of annoyance—she still had to decide whether to accept Greta's invitation or not.

They had been estranged since last year, ever since that bitter fight triggered by Greta's triumph. Celine begrudgingly admitted the profound wound that feud had inflicted upon her. Since then, not a single word had passed between them, a stark absence of any form of communication.

In the aftermath of the exhibition, they skillfully avoided each other's presence, shooting piercing glances from the corners of their eyes. Celine distinctly recalled the sight of Greta departing for Germany a mere week after the event. Naturally, no letters or telegrams were exchanged between them once the dust settled on their dispute.

Until today. This was the first time in a long time that they corresponded. The question that resounded through Celine's mind was simple: Why, of all times, was Greta reaching out after such a long time? Did Greta truly want to see her, because of their long friendship? Or was this an opportunity for Greta to indulge in self-congratulation, to boast to Celine with tales of her participation and the acclaim she had achieved, both present and forthcoming?

Perhaps she sought to uncover Celine's strategic intentions for this year's cutthroat competition. Then again, Greta would have been privy to such information already, wouldn't she?

If Celine yearned for closure, she knew she had to accept the invitation. A small amount of solace surfaced within her, for the prospect of encountering Greta once more held a tender longing she couldn't deny. In a world where the career of innovation was relentlessly dominated by men, she and Greta had valiantly stood side by side, determined to prove their worth.

Celine held an unwavering admiration for Greta—her brilliant mind, her indomitable spirit, her rationality, her unyielding fortitude, and so much more. Yet, beneath the surface, that festering wound within her chest stirred, provoking a tumult of discomfort and unease at the notion of encountering the woman she had angrily separated from a year ago. Could it be that Greta had managed to move past that incident?

Still, if Celine wanted answers, she would have to find out for herself.

"Susie! Susie!" Celine called out to the young waitress, who was busily attending to the other customers. Susie made her way over to the table, addressing the other patrons, "Yes, yes, I'll be right with you, sirs. What can I do for you, Miss Georges?" she inquired.

“Forgive me, but what time is it? And I was wondering how far the Grand Concordian Hotel is," Celine asked, extinguishing her cigarette and starting to gather her belongings into her satchel.

Susie checked her watch and her eyes widened in surprise. "Well, it's currently 10:45, Miss. And the hotel is located on Wolf Street! Quite a far ride. But if you plan on taking the train, you might arrive at the station around 12:00," Susie replied.

"You should make your way there soon, Celine. There's a train departing from here in Century Mile at 11:05!" chimed in Orville, rising from his seat. "I'm off to meet Stanley for lunch. Goodbye for now!" His attention was momentarily diverted as he noticed something left behind on the table. "Oh, hang on! You forgot this," Orville called, retrieving a thick leather journal and handing it to Celine.

Celine's eyes widened in realization. "What-? Ah, yes, my journal!" Gratefully accepting it from Orville, she securely stowed it away in her satchel. "Thanks for the cigarettes, Orville. I'll see you tomorrow!" Without looking back, Celine hurried toward the café's exit, but she responded to Orville's call nonetheless.

“Where are you going by the way?”

“To pay a visit to Greta Gundwood!”

#criminal case #criminal case mysteries of the past #celine georges #greta gundwood #orville west #susie nottingham #my fic #finally posted it

[gravalicious]

George Powe - Don’t Blame The Blacks (1956) [Pamphlet]

#george powe #pamphlet #black britain #immigration #racism #anti-blackness #white supremacy #activism #nottingham #jamaica #caribbean #west indies

[bangmelikeyourdrums]

The 1975

At their very best

Nottingham

22.01.23

Photography by me

#the 1975 #matty healy #dirty hit #truman black #adam hann #ross mcdonald #george daniel #matty #1975 #live #nottingham #at their very best tour #at their very best #tour #john waugh #anyone else really worried about matty? hes back to drinking and putting on a show again #SoundCloud

[stateofsport211]

Nottingham Ch QF: Dominik Koepfer [5] def. George Loffhagen [WC] 7-5, 4-6, 6-3 Match Stats

📸 ATP Challenger Livestream (via website)

Eventually, those who stayed balanced would come out of this match. Koepfer had 3 more chances to break as a result of his attempt to bring Loffhagen further off the balance, eventually breaking his serve thrice, the latest was a result of the double fault. Somehow, Koepfer's baseline game pressed Loffhagen's service game enough under pressure, where he went aggressive at times, mostly with his forehand.

On the other hand, both players had their own strengths in the service games. Scoring 3 aces, Loffhagen stood out in his first serves by winning 5% more points than Koepfer. Interestingly, even if Koepfer double-faulted six times (2 more than Loffhagen), Koepfer still managed to win 57% of his points from his second serves, while Loffhagen won 12% lesser points because of his occasional shot rushes.

In the semifinals, Koepfer will face the winner between Arthur Cazaux or Gabriel Diallo, which match is still ongoing as this was written. Knowing how either player could have an explosive game, thanks to their working serves and paced strokes, which could boil down to several important points (and adjustments), this could be another interesting match (considering Koepfer’s experience in the surface). Should be another match to watch!

#atp world tour #atp tour #atp challenger #atp challenger tour #tennis updates #match stats #nottingham challenger #rothesay open #dominik koepfer #george loffhagen #WatchChallengersFolks #ChallengerMatters

[antifainternational]

January 13 - Global Day of Action for Palestine

Here is a list of protests in solidarity with Palestine for January 13th. If there's no protest on saturday near you, take a look at this site (where we got this list from) to see if there is one near you on another day.

It's a looong list so it's under the cut here:

AUSTRALIA

ADELAIDE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Parliament House. Info: http://www.afopa.com.au/afopa-events/2024/1/13/global-day-of-action-for-palestine

ALTONA BEACH, VIC, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Altona Beach (Kites for Palestine). Info: https://bukjeh.org/etn/fly-a-kite-for-gaza/

CANBERRA, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Garema Place. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1Tmi9jyT6x/

DARWIN, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm Nightcliff Foreshore. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C13PZfQyx6P/

GOLD COAST, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 3:30 pm, Surfers Paradise Esplanade. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1vvY_kpjkM/

HOBART/NIPALUNA, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Davey Street in front of Grand Chancellor. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/877061687400715/

LAUNCESTON, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Civic Square. Info: https://friendsofpalestinetasmania.org/

MOSS VALE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13 (Weekly), 1 pm, Leighton Gardens, 127 Argyle St. Info: https://apan.org.au/event/weekly-moss-vale-vigil-for-peace-justice-in-palestine/

MPARTNWE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 9 am, Cars meet at Telegraph Station, 9:30 am Bikes meet at Snow Kenna Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C10iKLbSjU-/

NEWCASTLE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Newcastle Museum. Info: https://facebook.com/events/s/protest-end-the-genocide-in-ga/351713430807807/

PORT MACQUARIE, AUSTRALIA – Sat Jan 13, 10 am, Oxley Beach (Kites for Gaza). Info: https://apan.org.au/event/port-macquarie-fly-a-kite-for-gaza/

AUSTRIA

GRAZ, AUSTRIA – Sat Jan 13, 4 pm, Grazer Hauptbahnhof. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1xAHAstgtj/

SALZBURG, AUSTRIA – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Alter Markt

VIENNA, AUSTRIA – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, 1070 Platz der Menschenrechte. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12dm9itpPv/

WIENER NEUSTADT, AUSTRIA – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Herzog Leopoldstr. 32 beim BORG.

BELGIUM

BRUGGE, BELGIUM – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Burg. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/1413973119327402/

GHENT, BELGIUM – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Stadshal. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1xNF3Drkr4/

BRAZIL

SAO PAULO, BRAZIL – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, MASP. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uPIywL3Ch/

CANADA AND QUEBEC

COBOURG, ON (CANADA) – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Victoria Hall (every Saturday). Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/1050719572872023/

WINNIPEG, MB (CANADA) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Winnipeg City Hall. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12TvRUgZr5/

DENMARK

COPENHAGEN, DENMARK – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Sundbyoster Plads to Amagerbro Station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C141sIFsEyb/

ENGLAND

HALIFAX, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Savile Park (Kites for Gaza). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1rcDm1M-bN/

HALIFAX, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 1 pm, Wilkos on Southgate. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14Vb4wMgI_/

HEBDEN BRIDGE, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 3 pm, Roadside Rally, Holme St; 4 pm, Vigil, St. George’s Square. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14Vb4wMgI_/

LEEDS, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 12:30 pm, Leeds Becket University to City Square. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1zmlUvMtUE/

LONDON, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Bank Junction. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uiCejM9U7/

NELSON, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 1:30 pm, Nelson Bazaars. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/1745872575916888/

NOTTINGHAM, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, St Peter’s Church. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/895516721895213/

SHEFFIELD, ENGLAND – Sat Jan 13, 10:30 am, Ellesmere Green. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C131K5OqywW/

FINLAND

HELSINKI, FINLAND – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Central Railway Station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1zWU7JtCWt/

FRANCE

LYON, FRANCE – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Place des Terreaux. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12BHiDoyBT/

PARIS, FRANCE – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Republique. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12Kx3hIFnC/

TOULOUSE, FRANCE – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Jean Jaures to Arnaud Bertrand. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1wtkVPiTaC/

GERMANY

AACHEN, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Hauptbahnhof

AUGSBURG, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Moritzplatz

BERLIN, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Neptunbrunnen. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uWAoUMYgr/

BRAUNSCHWEIG, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Schlossplatz 1

DUSSELDORF, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Hauptbahnhof

FRANKFURT, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 1:30 pm, Hauptwache. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1xJbX7tDbH/

FREIBURG, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Konzerthaus. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1wmG5TKy0H/

JENA, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Holzmarkt. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15Gvxyse7n/

KIEL, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Bootshafen

MAINZ, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Hauptbahnhof

MUNICH, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Odeonsplatz. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1vDFzfsviF/

SAARBRUCKEN, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Landwehrplatz

STUTTGART, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Schlossplatz. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uhwaBs1OB/

TUBINGEN, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Holzmarkt. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1uiIwVooMj/

ULM, GERMANY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Marktplatz

IRELAND

CARRICK-ON-SHANNON, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, The Bridge. Info: https://www.ipsc.ie/protest/emergency-protests-for-palestine-around-ireland

CORK, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Grand Parade

DERRY, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Derry Waterside Train Station. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/379355981136459/

DUBLIN, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Garden of Remembrance. Info: https://www.ipsc.ie/protest/emergency-protests-for-palestine-around-ireland

SKIBBEREEN, IRELAND – Sat Jan 13, 12:30 pm, Aldi Carpark. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/884577173028746/

ITALY

FIRENZE, ITALY – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Corteo da Piazza dei Ciompi.

NAPOLI, ITALY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Piazza Garibaldi. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C11jF13IMfk/

ROME, ITALY – Sat Jan 13, 3 pm, Via dei Fori Imperiali to Largo Corrado Ricci. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12TtZUNVDn/

KOREA

SEOUL, KOREA – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Zionist embassy. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1wWJ2WJvMn/

MEXICO

GUADALAJARA, MEXICO – Sat Jan 13, 4 pm, Rambla Cataluna to Plaza de la Liberacion. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C13FY23uHH_/

MEXICO CITY, MEXICO – Sat Jan 13, 4 pm, Angel to US Embassy to Zocalo. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C126FgtOh2y/

NEW ZEALAND

TIMARU, NEW ZEALAND – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Face of Peace, Caroline Bay. (Kites for Gaza). Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/351982744232340/

WHANGAREI, NEW ZEALAND – Sat Jan 13, 10 am, Town Basin. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/1062868608192188/

NETHERLANDS

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Museumplein. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14bgz6skSe/

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Dam Square to Museumplein. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15I-anI-lc/

LEEUWARDEN, NETHERLANDS – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Leeuwarden Station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1rgX_OoVe4/

ZWOLLE, NETHERLANDS – Sat Jan 13, 3:30 pm, Starbucks station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C11cUhjsyFd/

NORWAY

OSLO, NORWAY – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Youngstorget to Zionist Embassy. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/876776784142252/

PERU

LIMA, PERU – Sat Jan 13, 3:30 pm, Plaza 27 de noviembre, San Isidro – Parque Kennedy. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1r3BHZrSSM/

PORTUGAL

PORTO, PORTUGAL – Sat Jan 13, 3:30 pm, Praca da Batalha. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14UrYhs-hB/

PORTO, PORTUGAL – Sat Jan 13 (every night), 10 pm, Camara Municipal (Vigil). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1mWoJ0srwr/

ROMANIA

BUCHAREST, ROMANIA – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Universitate to Victoriei. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C11qxxuIlKe/

CLUJ-NAPOCA, ROMANIA – Sat Jan 13, details TBA. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1tsmB2ojCq/

TIMISOARA, ROMANIA – Sat Jan 13, details TBA. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1tsmB2ojCq/

SCOTLAND

EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Foot of the Mound. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1od7QsNlCM/

INVERNESS, SCOTLAND – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, The Spectrum Centre. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15ggmFtNyg/

ORKNEY, SCOTLAND – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 1 pm, St Magnus Cathedral Steps. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/899757958430523/

SOUTH AFRICA

CAPE TOWN, SOUTH AFRICA – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Mandela Glasses, Sea Point Promenade. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14N2xlqjyK/

JOHANNESBURG, SOUTH AFRICA – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, US Consulate, Sandton. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C13qpzSNbYt/

KNYSNA, SOUTH AFRICA – Sat Jan 13, 9 am, N2 C/O Main Service Rd and Wagtail St, Sedgefield, Western Cape. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/910931826901335/

SPANISH STATE

A CORUNA, GALICIA, SPAIN – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Praza de Lugo. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14lQvascZx/

BETERA, VALENCIA – Sat, Jan 13, 5 pm, Ayuntamiento de Betera. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1ISqjUN2ir/

COMPOSTELA, GALICIA, SPAIN – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Praterias. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14lQvascZx/

MOLINA DE SEGURA, SPAIN – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Plaza de Ayuntamiento. Info: https://twitter.com/LibreRegion/status/1743912944612540608

VIGO, GALICIA, SPAIN – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, Porta do Sol. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C14lQvascZx/

SWEDEN

KARLSKRONA, SWEDEN – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Klaipedaplatsen. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/7004450806289059/

KRISTIANSTAD, SWEDEN – Sat Jan 13, 2:30 pm, Stora Torget. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15GIWbNI_K/

MALMO, SWEDEN – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, St Knuts Torg. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1348ATC6Uq/

VARBERG, SWEDEN – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Varbergs Torg. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1piXtgLGYj/

SWITZERLAND

BASEL, SWITZERLAND – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Theaterplatz. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1m6lOxLDI-/

UNITED STATES

EUGENE, OR (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Federal Courthouse, 405 E 8th Ave. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1jOAiXiUJ0/

FORT COLLINS, CO (US) – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 3 pm, Old Town Square Stage. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1n9pmNOGFd/

FORT WAYNE, IN (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, MLK Bridge.

KALISPELL, MT (US) – Sat Jan 13, 12, Main and Center by Depot Park (Every Saturday). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1puNa1ucrm/

KANSAS CITY, KS (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Granada Park, Roeland Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C10Y27LJ1EO/

LANGLEY, WA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Bayview Rd and Hwy 525. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/373235975254744/

MIAMI, FL (US) – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, University Metrorail Station. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C15V1BXLyc-/

NEW YORK, NY (US) – Sat Jan 13, 12 pm, NE Corner 5th Ave and 44th St, Brooklyn. (Vigil, every Saturday). Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C0KsY8PvCwp/

NEW YORK, NY (US) – Sat Jan 13, 5 pm, Bryant Park Library Steps. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C145mA_Jido/

OAKLAND, CA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 5 am, West Oakland BART, Port Shutdown for Palestine. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1qpwPaLsLY/

OLYMPIA, WA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Heritage Park, 5th Ave SW. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1xUYlRPtRc/

PETALUMA, CA (US) – Sat Jan 13 (every Saturday), 12:30 pm, Petaluma Blvd and East Washington. Info: https://www.facebook.com/events/362661229552435/

PORTLAND, OR (US) – Sat Jan 13, 6 pm, Protest Michael Rapoport, Helium Comedy Club, 1510 SE 9th Ave. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1nDhO7vNM4

SACRAMENTO, CA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1pm, State Capital, West Steps. Info: https://sac4palestine.org/january-3-2024-solidary-rally-with-national-march-on-washington/

SAN DIEGO, CA (US) – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Plaza de Panama, Balboa Park. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C13b08grRj2/

ST PAUL, MN (US) – Sat Jan 13, 2 pm, Western District Police Dept to MN State Capitol. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C12sMuQJHeh/

VIROQUA, WI (US) – Sat Jan 13, 11 am, Main St and Decker St, Weekly Vigil by Driftless Solidarity. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1fWWvKNJlI/

WASHINGTON, DC (US) – Sat Jan 13, 1 pm, Freedom Plaza, 1325 Pennsylvania Ave NW Info: https://march4gaza.org

BUSES ACROSS THE COUNTRY to this national march from CT, FL, IL, IN, MA, MI, MO, NC, NJ, NY, OH, PA, VA and WI – get at the website

PRE-RALLY – WASHINGTON, DC – Sat Jan 13, 7 am, National Mall. Info: https://twitter.com/_FRFP_/status/1742706175114661946

HEALTH CARE WORKERS MARCH – Sat Jan 13, 10 am ,Dept of Health and Human Services, 200 Independence Ave SW. Info: https://www.instagram.com/p/C10DXDiADMK/

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #antifa #antifascism #antifascist action #solidarity #end the occupation #ceasfire now

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

NSFW Alphabet - Sheriff of Nottingham

Alright. Taking the plunge. First instalment of Rickman's NSFW Alphabet. Starting with George of Nottingham (who was ridiculously easy to write for, the sexy bastard) Enjoy! These are gonna be reader insert too.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He never really cared before, when he was done he was done. But you brought out the softest hidden in that stony heart of his and he wants to make sure you’re properly cared for. He’ll bath with you and sooth any aches you have. Back in bed, he’ll wrap you both in soft warm furs and blankets and hold you against his chest, skin to skin, as you fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For himself, he likes his profile. The most amount of care he spends on personal grooming is keeping his beard trimmed nicely. For you, he's a classic tits and ass man. He loves how soft you feel to hold and touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

With this dirty bastard? Pretty much anything goes. He'll cum in you, on you, he's filthy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He daydreams about having sex with you in front of the church alter. He’s got to do something to entertain his mind while attending a church he doesn’t believe to keep up appearances for the villagers. And the thought of stripping you both naked and taking you on all fours in their precious church, defiling their holy place with your pagan lust, is such a delicious daydream.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very. He likes sex and has had pick of women for a long time. Although these days the only one he wants is you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. He likes to be able to watch and touch you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can be playful and he loves to tease.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It's not something he bothers to much about, he has more important things to focus on.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not a very romantic person, but you are precious to him. You’re the only sweetness in his life and he makes sure you know it. No matter how rough the sex is, he’ll make you feel loved. Whispered and grunted words of love in your ear while he thrusts inside you. A kiss pressed to your palm as he pins your hands to the bed.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really have a need to. He'd much rather find you for a quicky if he's in the mood.

K = Kink

Manhandling. He’s bigger and stronger than you and he loves to use that. Carrying you to your shared chambers over his shoulder, pinning you to the wall with your legs around his waist, ripping your clothes off. And along with that he also likes a bit of dub-con. Persuit and conquest. Of course, you both know you’re a very willing participant and it turns you on as much as it does him.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Your chambers, usually. In bed or in front of the fireplace. But when the mood strikes, you could end up in an alcove in the castle or up against a tree in the forest.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re in public together, like going to church with him, and you look so proper and ladylike, but he knows that underneath your neat, modest clothes is a body that he’s explored and debauched in every conceivable way and how your sweet, demure voice can scream and curse as he overwhelms you with pleasure.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing that would cause you permanent damage or actual pain. Spanks and love bites are one thing, but he won’t do anything that would make you bleed, scar or put you in real pain. You’re his to protect and keep safe.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers to receive. But still enjoys tasting you and making you squirm and scream.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the mood. If he's stressed or particularly horny, he's fast and rough. Or in a more playful or loving mood, he can really take his time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers to take his time and properly enjoy it, but sometimes he just needs you now, either because he’s horny or frustrated and needs to take the edge off.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As horny as he is, of course he's up to experimenting. Only thing he's not into is anything voyeuristic. Not that he cares about himself, but he won't have anyone else seeing you like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

A couple is usually enough, but he can go four or so if he wants.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has no need for toys. His hands, mouth and dick are well up to the task.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When has way too much fun winding you up and making you beg.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not overly loud, but he grunts and groans and definitely makes you know how much pleasure he's feeling.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's actually got a very needy, soft heart under all that bluster. He hid it at first, but you eventually worked him out. When he opens up enough to allow it, he loves being sweetly loved and cared for by you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

That codpiece hides nothing. Big and thick and can stretch you out perfectly.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. His solution to everything is sex. Whether he's happy, angry, stressed, the answer is sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep fairly quickly after sex, you both do, as you’ve well and truly worn each other out.

#I'm not that used to writing anything lemon related #But I think this turned out okay #alan rickman #george of nottingham #Sheriff of Nottingham #Robin hood: prince of thieves #Reader x george of nottingham #N S F W Alphabet

[galbalmuhet]

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[meadow-selfship]

reading Sheriff's tarot cards... After the death of the witch, I'm the one he comes to for counsel and comfort.

#🥄a heathen's something pure🤍 #sheriff of nottingham #self ship #selfshipping #self ship community #self shipper #george of nottingham #robin hood (1991)

[thewales-family]

The Prince of Wales and Prince George of Wales watch the Premier League match between Aston Villa and Nottingham Forest at Villa Park, in Birmingham, England -April 8th 2023.

#prince william #prince of wales #prince george #british royal family #england #2023 #april 2023 #premier league #premier league 2023 #aston villa vs nottingham forest #the wales #my edit

[thewales]

The Telegraph

(…) At the time the Beast from the East was sweeping through the UK, leading to freezing temperatures, heavy snow and heavy winds. Royal aides were therefore surprised to find Meghan had dressed in a summer dress for the summit – as Kate, who was seven months pregnant with Prince Louis at the time, opted for something rather more conservative.

According to an insider with knowledge of the engagement, Meghan seemed uncomfortable having to so publicly play “second fiddle” to William and Kate as the superior royals in the palace hierarchy. “I think there was always a sense that Meghan felt she was a self-made woman whereas Kate hadn’t really had her own career.

“She seemed to feel like she had more of a right to speak than her sister-in-law, who had married into the family as an unknown whereas Meghan regarded herself as a philanthropist who could teach the royals a thing or two about charity. I think she found it difficult that the Royal Foundation was already a well oiled machine by the time she got there,” said the source.

Around the same time as the Forum, Meghan’s mother Doria Ragland flew to London for her daughter’s baptism and other wedding preparations but, curiously, she was never introduced to William and Kate – despite the Prince and Princess repeatedly asking to meet her.

Meghan always pointedly insisted on calling the Princess of Wales “Kate” even though the rest of the family referred to her as “Catherine”.

The Middletons also soon proved to be a bone of contention for the Duchess. She mistakenly believed that Kate’s parents, Michael and Carole, were cashing in on their royal connections to get special treatment. Harry had apparently already voiced concern about Kate’s sister Pippa Middleton publishing a book on entertaining called Celebrate in 2012, rather ironically accusing her of commercialising her links to the monarchy.

Another bugbear for Meghan was the Windsor Suite, the VIP lounge at Heathrow. Wrongly convinced that Kate’s family had free use of the facility, which usually costs around £5,000 to access, she insisted Doria be able to use it when travelling to the UK, allegedly citing the risk to her safety. In fact, no one can recall the Middletons using the Windsor Suite – although William and Kate do use it whenever they travel through the airport. Doria was spotted there en route to Windsor for Harry and Meghan’s wedding.

William and Kate’s superior accommodation at Apartment 1A, Kensington Palace was said to be another sore point for Meghan, who was confined to the rather more modest Nottingham Cottage with Harry until they moved to Frogmore Cottage in Windsor in April 2019, before the birth of their first child Archie.

William and Kate had not only used Nottingham Cottage as their London residence after their marriage from 2011 to 2013, but even had Prince George living with them there for several months – something Meghan either didn’t know or was apparently reluctant to acknowledge, preferring to think they had been living at the Middletons estate in Bucklebury, Berkshire. When Doria came to stay, she made a point of cramming her into the cramped cottage, insisting she couldn’t stay at the nearby Royal Garden Hotel because it “wasn’t safe”.

As well as seemingly resenting the close knit nature of the Middleton family – which was in stark contrast to her own rather more fractured upbringing – Meghan would “bristle” when praise was lavished on Kate for her mothering skills, wardrobe and general kindness. The Duchess was a woman in a hurry while Kate was the complete opposite: an introvert, uncomfortable with confrontation. Meghan was a natural oversharer while the Princess has always kept her cards close to her cards close to her chest. She was also seemingly unassailable when it came to the loyalty of their shared team.

While she certainly got on well with her father and mother-in-law, there was perhaps also a sense that William and Kate got on with them even better – and sometimes even gossiped about the Sussexes over dinner, as Harry suggested in Spare. Kate was also adored by the late Queen for the very reasons Scobie seeks to denigrate her in Endgame. She was “coachable”, “comfortable in her role” and “willing to bring the requisite smile and elegance to her duties as princess”.

Despite being comparatively less charismatic and an inferior public speaker, Kate was loved by the public for “never putting a foot wrong” – and carrying the mystique of someone who has never given much away about themselves. She was also a renowned clothes horse – and as a self-styled trend setter, the endless focus on her wardrobe appears to have irritated Meghan, who subsequently complained she had less help with her clothes and was forced to wear muted tones – even though she appeared in a vast array of colourful outfits.

It perhaps can’t have helped that when Kate was first introduced to Meghan’s best friend and stylist Jessica Mulroney, “she fangirled like crazy”.

But when Meghan became engaged to Harry in November 2017, sources claim that she may have expected to receive even more preferential treatment from hand-picked suppliers than she had already grown used to.

As with the family hierarchy, however, there was a pecking order: and to Meghan’s dismay, Kate always appeared to get first dibs on designers, including one of the Duchess’s favourites, Erdem Moralıoğlu.

“She was constantly competing with Kate,” said one observer, commenting: “Whatever she had, she wanted more.”

Ultimately though, there was only ever going to be one Princess of Wales, replacing Princess Diana in the public’s affections.

Full article

#brf #the princess of wales #the suxs