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tunglo · 2 years

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Melodrama from Max Baring in ‘A Prophet of Wales’ (1905)

Miss Hannah buys David from his feckless parents for £100 and brings him up as her own in the hope of him one day becoming a minister - unlike her ungrateful nephew Owen who had the gall to become an agnostic doctor. But, of course, David chances upon a chapel prayer meeting and turns his back on the Anglican church to throw himself headfirst into the Revival.

I loved this down to earth explanation. So many things try to make a big deal out of open air meetings, like it was some major difference in worship. Chapels just weren’t big enough for Revival congregations, end of story.

Anyway, David makes a name for himself on the Revival circuit and dedicates his life to Christ... until a pretty face attracts his attention.

David is soon a sought after Revival preacher and the newspapers are full of incredulous stories about supposedly miraculous conversions across Wales, complete with some quotes pulled from actual news articles. (Mass hysteria always makes for good copy...)

By the end of the year David has a nervous breakdown brought on by overwork and spending too much time out in the cold and down the pits preaching. But we the reader knows the real reason - the widow Mrs Sylvester of the pretty face is blowing hot and cold.

Tsk tsk.

Lol at this ribbing of William Stead and The Review of Reviews journal. xD (I don’t really know anything about Max Baring / Charles Messant - my guess is probably the fiction pseud(s) of a reporter.)

Handbags at dawn!

David talking about the possibility of Owen finding out about his courting of Mrs Sylvester. He keeps begging her to let him announce their engagement; she has no intention of actually marrying him.

Owen confronts David about Mrs Sylvester. Owen warns him if he continues like this it will bring disrepute on him, her, and the entire Revival cause. Worse still, Jenkins - one of David’s early converts - tells Owen of rumours circulating that Mrs Sylvester is not actually a widow.

Mrs Sylvester tries to convince David to run away with her and live in sin. He freaks out and pushes her into a river... Even as that’s happening Mrs Sylvester’s husband, Colonel Sylvester, is returned from India and banging at Miss Hannah’s door looking for David. (He cheated on her and she left him. He is not content with that.)

But! It turns out Mrs Sylvester is not dead, though David’s gone off in a fit believing he’s killed her. Colonel Sylvester responds to Owen’s cries for help and they rescue her from the river. Not before she has been disfigured by the accident however, no doubt as punishment for her coquettish ways:

The Colonel won’t give up so easily. Mrs Sylvester lies ill for weeks, refusing to admit him, but he still visits every day. As she grows stronger Miss Hannah goes to see her and asks her to say the Lord’s Prayer with her - but she won’t forgive the trespasses of those who have trespassed against her.

Very aware of the scarring, Mrs Sylvester takes her husband back... David starts losing his mind:

David is wandering about Wales, ranting and raving to himself about the mark of Cain on his forehead.

He makes his way to Egryn Chapel (aka. home chapel of Mrs Jones the Egryn Seeress, famed real life prophetess of the Revival) and starts pointing up at the sky and claiming that the Egryn lights are guiding him.

He flings himself into a river later that night.

Thousands attend David’s funeral and rumours spread that the mystic lights of the Revival are seen above his grave.

Meanwhile Owen’s patience has paid off and he’s invented some kind of topical anaesthesia. Even the king is going to give him a baronetcy! He marries young Muriel Lloyd who had been so in love with David she’d followed him on his early preaching tours of South Wales, and we all learn that the Revival and belief is great, but without putting into practice some good Protestant morals they remain useless...

#long post #revival #research notes

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hydrosspyross · 4 years

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Anyways Haunting of Bly Manor is both a romantic love story and a family found love story and I'm emotionally compromised at the moment

#The haunting of bly manor #Thobm #Bly manor spoilers #Let's say I am indisposed bc of pesky feelings #Dani and Jaimie is top tier love story broke me #Owen and Hannah are just so much they deserve the world #And the fact that they have this weird hodge podge family thing #It's a lot #Also I cannot dive into the Viola Lloyd ep it broke me

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lakeviola · 4 years

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tumblr really just said bye to my tags

#dani clayton. / ⸸. / [ this doesn’t feel like ( 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 ) . ]#rebecca jessel. / ⸸. / [ so loved so absent . so (𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢) dead . ]#miles wingrave. / ⸸. / [ all like /𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓/ on a string . ]#hannah grose. / ⸸. / [ have you ever ( confused 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 ) with life? ]#viola lloyd. / ⸸. / [ 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 : who 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 . ]#jamie lewis. / ⸸. / [ we must not be created for ../𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌/ . ]#perdita willoughby. / ⸸. / [ 𝕊𝔸𝕐 𝕀 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔼𝔻 𝕐𝕆𝕌? (haunt me then..) ]#owen sharma. / ⸸. / [ it’s much ( 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 ) here .. ]#olivia crain. / ⸸. / [ darling .. dearest .. 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 . ]#steve crain. / ⸸. / [ i am being /ℍ𝔸𝕌ℕ𝕋𝔼𝔻/ by humans . ]#shirley crain. / ⸸. / [ her 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏 was an (𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝) wound. ]#luke crain. / ⸸. / [ am i 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 to be healed? ]

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marleneoftheopera · 3 years

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1400 Followers Audio Gifts!

To thank you all for following me, being so wonderful, and just surviving a pandemic, here are some gifts from me!

I know I originally said I was going to do 10, but I got a good amount of requests and wanted to add in a few extra favorite audios of mine too. So you get 20! Sorry if I did not post your request; there were many!

If any need to be taken down, do let me know!

Here is the link to all of the audios, cast info is below!

https://www.mediafire.com/folder/a3xda9hu7mu3u/Gifts

The Phantom of the Opera

Michael Crawford, Rebecca Caine, Steve Barton October 10, 1987; London Listed as being Michael Crawford and Steve Barton's last before heading to New York to start rehearsals for Broadway. Beautiful soundboard audio. This is the complete version; there has previously been an incomplete one traded out.

Eiji Akutagawa, Kyoko Suzuki, Kanji Ishimaru September 22, 1991; Osaka Always here for Japanese love.

Hans Peter Janssens, Susanne Duwe, Michael Shawn Lewis, An Lauwreins, William Lynn Dixon, Marc Meersman, Arnst van Looy, Stephanie Tscheppe June 2, 2000; Antwerp, Belgium Final show in Belgium. Very nice cast all around.

Hugh Panaro, Adrienne McEwan, John Cudia, Patricia Phillips, Jeff Keller, George Lee Andrews, Marilyn Caskey, Larry Wayne Morbitt, Heather McFadden June 16, 2003; Broadway Hugh in his second Broadway run. Adrienne has become a favorite of mine and I think she never gets the credit she deserves, especially having been in the show for so long.

Hugh Panaro, Susan Owen (u/s), Kyle Barisich February 20, 2012; Broadway A lovely audio. Susan has such a sweet, light quality to her voice.

Hugh Panaro, Samantha Hill, Kyle Barisich, Michele McConnell, Greg Mills (u/s), Tim Jerome, Nathan Patrick Morgan (u/s), Carly Blake Sebouhian (u/s) April 6, 2013; Broadway More Hugh. You can never have enough Hugh.

Peter Joback, Emmi Christensson, Anton Zetterholm, Karolina Andresson, Glenn Kjellberg, Rolf Lydhal, Sindre Postholm, Sanna Martin, Tehilla Blad, David Ingham, Samuel Jarrick, Martin Kagemark, John Martin Bengtsson February 1, 2017; Stockholm I loved this production so much.

Ben Forster, Celinde Schoenmaker, Nadim Naaman, Charlotte Vaughan (u/s, last Carlotta show), Sion Lloyd, Mark Oxtoby, Paul Ettore Tabone, Joanna Strand (u/s, last Madame Giry show), Daisy Hulbert August 31, 2017; London A few days before cast change. One of my favorite audios as of late.

Fred Johanson, Hanna Liina Vosa, John Martin Bengtsson, Hanna Leena Haapamaki, Dardan Bakraqi, David Lundqvist, Anders Wangdhal, Lana Zuzic, Gisela Sjostedt, Lars Hijertner, Marco Stella, Tobja Halsell, Peter Loguin January 26, 2018; Gotheborg From the non-replica production. With John as Raoul this time!

Scott Davies, Kelly Mathieson, Jeremy Taylor, Lara Martins, Sean Lloyd, Mark Oxtoby, Jacinta Mulcahy May 31, 2018; London This is labeled as having Ben Lewis, but if you listen it’s really Scott.

Tomas Ambt Kofod, Sibylle Glosted, Christian Lund, Martin Loft (u/s), Monsieur André, Anna Vaupel (u/s), Rasmus Jupin, Elisabeth Halling, Imogen-Lily Ash, Jesper Paasch, Kim Hammelsvang, Paul Frederiksen, Paul Frederiksen (u/s), Mia Karlsson (u/s) February 13, 2019; Copenhagen Compared to other audios, you can tell that Sibylle has really settled in the role and improved wonderfully. She sounds absolutely divine. An absolutely gorgeous cast.

Jonathan Roxmouth, Meghan Picerno, Matt Leisy September 3, 2019; Tel Aviv One of Meghan's last shows on the World Tour before she joined the Broadway company. Jonathan and Meghan sound particularly stunning on here, they keep getting better which is insane because they are already so good.

Tim Howar, Amy Manford (alt), Jeremy Taylor, Ross Dawes, Alan Vicary, Kimberly Blake, Paul Ettore Tabone, Jacinta Mulcahy, Georgia Ware September 7, 2019; London Amy Manford's last show, the last matinee for the 2018/19 cast. Just to be clear, this audio is different from the other that is NFT. Pretty nice quality too!

Love Never Dies

Ramin Karimloo, Sierra Boggess, Joseph Millson, Liz Robertson, Summer Strallen, Niahm Perry, Adam Pearce, Jami Reid-Quarrell June 2, 2010; London A gift for all my Rierra/LND London fans out there.

Tomas Ambt Kofod, Louise Fribo, Christian Berg, Oscar Diez January 18, 2013; Copenhagen, Denmark This is an overlooked and gorgeous production. Also, after 'Love Never Dies' someone in the audience shouts "wow" and I think that captures it perfectly.

Evita

Emma Kingston (Eva), Ramin Karimloo (Che), Robert Finlayson (Peron), Anton Luiting (Magaldi), Isabella Jane (Mistress) July 4, 2018; Tokyo Emma as Eva and Ramin as Che. Some great casting there.

Anastasia

Annakathrin Naderer (u/s Anya), Thomas Hohler (Dimitry), Thorsten Tinney (Vlad), Mark Roy Luykx (u/s Gleb), Theresa Holter (Young Anastasia), Patricia Nessy (Lily Malevsky-Malevitch), Masha Karrell (Dowager Empress Maria), Katja Hentschel (u/s Tsarina Alexandra), Kirill Zolygin (Tsar Nicholas II/Count Ipolitov), Helena Thordal Christenson (Olga Romanov), Alexandra Yoana-Alexandrovna (u/s Tatiana Romanov/Dunya), Laura Robinson (u/s Maria Romanov/Marfa), Mariana Hidemi (Anastasia, age 17/Paulina) August 10, 2019; Stuttgart I have yet to listen to this one yet, but I always love spreading love for foreign productions of shows.

Les Miserables

Kyle Jean-Baptiste (u/s Valjean), Earl Carpenter (Javert), Erika Henningsen (Fantine), Chris McCarrell (Marius), Samantha Hill (Cosette), Brennyn Lark (Eponine), Max Quinlan (u/s Enjolras), Gavin Lee (Monsieur Thenardier), and Rachel Izen (Madame Thenardier) August 13, 2015; Broadway A really great cast and Kyle deserves to be heard. He was brilliant and it is such a shame he passed so early on in his life.

John Owen-Jones (Jean Valjean), Michael Ball (Javert), Carrie Hope Fletcher (Fantine), Matt Lucas (Thenardier), Katy Secombe (Thenardier), Bradley Jaden (Enjolras), Craig Mather (Marius u/s), Shan Ako (Eponine), Lily Kerhoas (Cosette) Earl Carpenter (Bishop/Bamatabois) October 16, 2019; Staged Concert, Gielguld Theatre Gorgeous.

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat

Sheridan Smith (Narrator), Jason Donovan (Pharaoh), Jac Yarrow (Joseph), Femi Akinfolarin (Brother), Casey Al-Shaqsy (Wife), J.R. Ballantyne (Brother), Thalia Burt (Wife), Richard Carson (Reuben), Michael Cortez (Guard), Vanessa Fisher (Wife), Matt Krzan (Guard), Kelsie-Rae Marshall (Wife), Emily Ann Potter (Wife), Georgina Parkinson (Wife), Michael Pickering (Simeon), Harriet Samuel-Gray (Wife), Carl Spencer (Brother), Joshua Steel (Brother), Jack Wilcox (Brother), Blythe Jandoo (s/w Wife), Hannah Taylor (s/w Wife) July 17, 2019; London Jason coming back to the show as Pharaoh this time!

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vnnxsvto · 4 years

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Sometimes it's about the things we dont see

Jamie having to tell Hannah that she wants to spend some alone time with Dani, therefore not only having to approach the cute knew au pair but also having to let someone else know she's gay for that new au pair even though shes a person that doesnt think people are worth the effort. Except ofc, maybe once in a blue goddamn moon

Damie having sex so breathtaking that Jamie, who is always up before sunrise, sleeps in

One day at a time for 13 years aka 4745 days

Viola Lloyd saying gay rights by waiting for Damie to get married before taking over Dani

Dani speedwalking around Bly as Lady of the Lake

Y'all not seeing me, a straight man, bawling his eyes out over this masterpiece of a love story and the two beautiful women that keep on haunting me so much it hurts my heart and literally being unable to concentrate on anything but them and how happy this healthy representation of the lgbtq+ community makes me

#i know this started out strong but kinda turned into a shitpost #this show is haunting me so much its unhealthy #bly manor literally had no right to wreck me like this #i had to punch a wall to feel manly again #the haunting of bly manor #dani x jamie #bly manor #damie #thobm #gay rights #this post has been on my mind for a while now

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cowherderess · 3 years

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prologue: saturday

Ever since I read that interview with Hannah Waddingham where she said she thought Rebecca had “100%” wanted kids, this AU premise has floated around in my head. Then, since last week’s “Young Man” discussions on here, it has taken more of a shape. This is part 1/? and I’m still sort of figuring out how to bring in Ted, but he and Henry will appear at some point.

The titular young man here is Oliver Mannion, and he has a little sister, Amy– who popped up in my imagination and, in typical little sister fashion, wouldn’t go away ;) I love these two extra-fictional children so much and I hope you will too.

“It will only be seventy minutes of your day, and that includes half-time. You will watch closely enough to ask him something about it afterward, or so help me–”

“Of course I’ll watch! Do you think so little of me?”

Rebecca chose not to answer that. It was the first match Rupert had been to this term, and yes, Richmond often played on Saturday mornings too, but she was sure that the Richmond players weren’t looking for him in the stands. Their son did, every week, and cared very much when he wasn’t there.

As they crossed the campus, a young man in a professorial elbow-patched jacket clearly recognized them, and hurried over to greet them. “Mrs. Mannion, hello,” he said. “And Mr. Mannion! It’s not often we see you at school!”

“I know, isn’t it dreadful?” Rupert shook his head and smiled ruefully. “My work just keeps me so busy.”

“Oh I’m sure. Richmond til we die! Well, I won’t keep you– just wanted to say hello as I’ve heard so much about you from Oliver.”

“Likewise,” Rupert agreed, full of charm; and then, once the younger man had gone out of earshot, he asked, “Who was that?”

“Monsieur Lloyd,” Rebecca replied, and when that name rang no bell, elaborated, “Oliver’s French teacher. His favorite teacher, too.”

“French? It’s 2019, what does he need to learn French for–”

“It’s the seventh most-spoken language in the world,” Amy piped up, and Rupert looked down at her like she might be an alien.

“What?”

Amy didn’t appear to notice his expression. “After English, Mandarin, Hindi, Spanish, Arabic, and Bengali. But our school doesn’t have those ones. And it’s one of the United Nations languages so it could be useful if you wanted to be an ambassador. Last year I wanted to be an ambassador when I grow up but Chloe said you don’t get to choose where you go, and what if it was somewhere I didn’t want to go? Like Australia. So then I thought I could be a pilot because we read about Amelia Earhart and my name is Amelia but so maybe I’d be jinxed because you know after all she disappeared–”

Rebecca put her hand on her daughter’s head, with a fond laugh. “Breathe, darling!”

Amy did, and she looked up at her father, who’d clearly been completely lost throughout that entire speech.

“That was a project for your geography class, wasn’t it?” Rebecca said to her, for Rupert’s benefit. “You made a world map showing what languages are spoken where.”

“Of course!” He nodded, now. “That was a splendid map, and good for you for still remembering what you learned from it.”

Amy beamed with pride, and slipped her small hand into his. He held on for the two minutes it took them to reach the edge of the pitch. Rebecca spread a blanket on the grass near the goal, and she and Amy sat down; Rupert rolled his eyes and remained standing.

On the other side of the goal, nine boys kitted out in red and black were huddled around their coach. A cheer went up and then they dispersed to their positions.

Oliver was the goalkeeper. He looked over to them– they sat in the same place every week– and even from here, Rebecca could see his face brighten when he noticed that his dad had come. He waved enthusiastically.

The whistle blew, and Rebecca was glad to see that Rupert did appear invested, pacing the sidelines to follow the action, cheering and groaning as called for, even letting out a whoop when Oliver made a particularly close save.

Amy’s sisterly love sustained her for about ten minutes, and then she was thirsty, and then hungry, and then so bored, and then cold. (It was a familiar routine, for which Rebecca was prepared with water, an apple, games on her mobile, and a thermos of tea.) Just after the start of the second half, she leaned in, with an unmistakable loud whisper: “Mummy, I have to–”

On their way back from the loo, they passed by a cluster of other parents, with whom she exchanged cordial nods. She’d never quite been able to break into the mums group– they were more clique-like than any girls she’d ever encountered in her own school years.

When the game ended, Oliver’s team had won, two-nil. He ran over, beaming. “Dad! Did you see? I stopped two goals!”

“I certainly did see!” Rupert put his arm around Oliver’s shoulders. “Very well done.”

“Maybe we can tell O’Brien about it later?”

“I’ll make sure we do!” Then Rupert clapped his hands together. “What do you say we go out to lunch to celebrate? I seem to remember a pizzeria nearby– that is, if your mum will allow it.”

“Can we? Can we?”

“Of course we can.” She smiled, over-brightly, to hide how much she minded being put in the position of being the parent who’d stand in the way of pizza, or ice cream, or whatever good time their dad offered them.

Rupert held on to Oliver as they walked back to the car. He did indeed have questions ready, about football– and French– which Oliver answered in enthusiastic detail.

Rebecca was half-listening to that, while she lent her other ear to Amy’s monologue recitation of a dream, in which she had probably been Amelia Earhart because she’d been flying a red plane, and she’d crash-landed not into the Pacific but into the night kitchen, and she had almost been baked into a cake, but then, some goblins had actually rescued her, and then– and then–

At the restaurant they took a table by the front window, and Rupert ordered for them all. “Bruschetta for the table– margheritas for these two, a manzo pizza for myself– a mixed salad for my wife.”

“Oliver, listen to this joke!” Amy was already giggling a little in anticipation. “What did the cupcake say to the frosting?”

“I don’t know, what?”

“I’d be muffin without you!”

Oliver laughed appreciatively, and returned with, “Why did the skeleton not go to the dance?”

“Why?”

“He had no body to go with!”

“Knock, knock,” Amy said next.

And Oliver played his part. “Who’s there?”

“Kanga.”

“Kanga who?”

Amy put on a snooty tone to reply, “I believe it is pronounced kanga-roo.” This, for some reason, set them both off into gales of laughter.

Sometimes they would explain themselves, but this time appeared to be one of their inside jokes. Rebecca was glad they had those; as a child she’d envied her friends their siblings, no matter how annoying those who had them insisted they were.

Then Oliver prompted, “Mummy, you tell one!”

She had to think for a minute, but then, “Why do pirates make good singers?”

“Why?”

“Because they hit the high C’s!”

“Knock, knock.” Amy, again.

“Who’s there?”

“Banana.”

“Okay, let’s save this one for later,” Rebecca said hastily, noting that her husband already looked impatient, and this one– she knew where it was going, she’d heard it often enough– would not help.

Then the food arrived. “Thank God,” he muttered.

They went on to the club for Richmond’s match with Crystal Palace. “Look, Arlo,” Chris Powell said, “we’ve got the whole Mannion family here today. Always a treat to see...”

The camera panned over them, and Amy, upon seeing herself on the screen, waved to the crowd below.

Oliver had changed from his school kit into his own Richmond one; a Christmas present from Rupert, it said Mannion, number two. He now leaned on the edge of the box to see the action better, frequently turning back to the seats with questions for his father.

At half-time, the score was tied one-one. The occupants of the owners box went inside to stretch their legs and avail themselves of the refreshments and the bar. Rupert steered the children around, showing them off. Rebecca hung back, watching– these moments were his (unless one of the kids misbehaved; then, she would intervene).

Oliver deployed one of his best puns, to the great delight of the Milk sisters, who gave him and Amy each one of those caramels that grandmotherly women always seemed to have at hand.

And then his French did, in fact, come in handy with a visiting FIFA official. Someone snapped a photo, for the team’s Instagram.

Higgins, who’d been hovering around the whole time, brought them back to her just before the start of the second half.

“Still on for lunch tomorrow?” she asked him, and he nodded.

“Tell Stevie to be ready,” Oliver said, “because I’ve been studying up!” The boys played chess every weekend, intensely competitively.

“I’ll tell him,” Higgins promised.

After this match, it was nearly five o’clock. Rupert clearly considered that six hours of kid-adjacent activity was more than enough. He made some excuse about a postgame strategy meeting with George, and sent them home.

After dinner, the three of them piled onto her bed (since it was the biggest). It was her favorite part of the day; the children were at an age where they’d begun to shy away from hugs and cuddles in public, but at night, bathed and changed into pajamas, they would still curl up at her sides.

“Right,” she said, as Oliver handed her their latest book, “where were we?”

“Aunt Josephine was telling the Baudelaires about how her husband got eaten by the leeches,” Amy recounted in such a matter-of-fact tone that it made Rebecca laugh. “And now she’s afraid of the lake but also of realtors so she can’t move houses.”

Oliver continued: “And the stove, and the radiator, and the telephone, and everything.”

“She’s a bit of a mess, isn’t she?” Rebecca opened the book to chapter three and began to read about the travails of the Baudelaires, who were stuck in Aunt Josephine’s cold hilltop house with only uncooked food and grammar books. Then they went into town, and the situation got worse, when Violet ran into–

Amy gasped, and Oliver said, “Oh no...”

–a man with an unmistakable shiny eye and one eyebrow. He introduced himself as Captain Sham, but–

“Sham actually means fake,” Oliver informed them, proud to have recognized this wordplay.

Unfortunately, Aunt Josephine fell for it, hook, line, and sinker, despite the Baudelaires’ best efforts, and by the end of chapter four it appeared she’d fallen victim to Count Olaf’s scheming.

“One more? We have to see what happened!”

Rebecca was already inclined to agree, since it wasn’t a school night, and then Oliver offered, “I can read if your voice is tired.”

“Sure, darling, thank you.” She passed him the book, and Amy moved onto her lap, to still be able see the pages for herself. Her heart fluttering, she wrapped her arms around them both, and kissed the top of Oliver’s head as he began to read.

The next chapter ended with the bombshell revelation that Aunt Josephine wasn’t dead, yet, but even so, there were no pleas for more, and Rebecca knew it was bedtime.

“Mummy I’m too tired to walk,” Amy said, with a big yawn that started for effect and then turned real. Rebecca hid a smile as she scooped her up into a piggyback hold, and carried her to her own room, while Oliver went ahead to his.

Carefully careless, she dropped Amy onto her own bed, which elicited a sleepy giggle. Then, properly careful, she tucked her under the covers and kissed her forehead. “Shall we sing, or are you just too tired?”

“Not that tired,” Amy murmured, although her eyes were closed. “Ash Grove?” Rebecca made it through two verses, before Amy’s breathing evened and she was asleep.

She went to Oliver’s room next. He was up in the top bunk, reading by his night light only. She leaned against the edge of the mattress, resting her chin on her folded arms. “And what are you reading?”

He tilted the book just enough so that the cover was readable– Inkheart– and then closed it, marking his place with his finger. “Do you think Dad will come again next week?”

“I don’t know.”

“I like when he’s not busy.”

“I know you do,” she said softly, “–so do I.” She took a deep breath. “Don’t stay up too late, alright?”

“I won’t,” he promised. “Goodnight, Mummy.”

“Goodnight, darling.”

And then, for the first time all day, she had a moment to herself. She returned to her room, feeling a bit at loose ends, but it was only just past nine, definitely too early to go to sleep herself. She sat back on her bed and turned on the television, idly settling on a rerun of Friends.

Sooner than she would’ve expected, there were footsteps in the hall, and her husband appeared in the doorway. “What an exciting life you do lead,” he said drily.

“You’re home early,” she retorted, “did Mae kick you out already?”

He moved into the room, kicking off his shoes and dropping his jacket onto a chair. “I wasn’t at the pub,” he said eventually, “or anywhere else with George.”

For a moment more he let silence loom between them.

“Okay...?” Her heart began to race, and she couldn’t quite catch her breath.

He sighed heavily. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“This.” He gestured vaguely about the bedroom, with all its reminders of fourteen years spent together. “Come on, don’t tell me you think this has been working.”

“This– our marriage?” she managed to say, even now shocked by the level of condescension in his tone. “And what about it has been so difficult for you? When everything I do is for you– organizing your calendar, raising the children–”

The children, she thought with a start, who were in their rooms not far down the hall. She scrambled up and hurried to shut the door.

“It’s just exhausting. Sometimes you make me feel like such a failure– so what if I can’t make every school match–”

“Oliver loves you, he just wants–”

“–or remember every teacher’s name or silly primary school project–”

“No, that’s not–” She didn’t even know how to answer that, how he could possibly have come to that interpretation. “I only meant to help!”

“Well, I don’t need it, and I’m tired of it. You’re constantly nagging at me–”

“You think I’m–?”

“–and life is too short to feel this way.”

“I’m sorry,” she found herself saying. A sick feeling settled in her stomach, and she leaned back against the door. “I can try to–”

“And I know that now,” he went on, so casually, as if he’d not heard her, “because I’ve met someone else. Her name’s Rebecca, actually– who’d have thought?”

And by that she was finally dumbstruck. She just watched as he gathered up his nighttime things, and could not but step aside to let him leave the room.

#my writing #Rebecca Welton #Ted Lasso #i hate that i have written two R/R breakup scenes before ever writing Ted or Keeley once #but they'll come along soon and give Rebecca lots of hugs!#as will the children #Rupert alas will not go away entirely but there'll be less of him #tv: Ted Lasso #Oliver Mannion #Amy Mannion

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llannasvsp · 5 months

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Friendly reminder: Lloyd committed arson in season one.

Okay bye.

#bro just burned down the monastery like it was any other tuesday #like sir??#i just think that's so funny #hannah loves lloyd so much #llannas rants #ninjago #lego ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #lloyd #rise of the snakes

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ettawritesnstudies · 2 years

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13 for the writing ask game? :^)

13. Which authors or styles do you try to emulate in your writing?

For Storge and the Laoche Chronicles, I don't think I've really got far enough into editing that I've tried to hone in on a style, I think mostly I'm trying to wrangle the story into some semblance of a functioning plot right now sldfkjds. In that regard, I guess I'm trying to emulate Brandon Sanderson's complex politics and dramatic character development because I love his stories so much, but I am nowhere near that level of precision and execution.

For Runaways, I went into it with a slightly different perspective, because it's middle grade. It needs a simple writing style to make sense to children (which is fine by me, being a no-frills underwriter) and I wanted it to have the same sense of wonder I experienced through all my favorite books growing up. Since the plot is so simple, I really just needed to hone my character voice for Hannah, which came pretty naturally as I worked through the story. I'd say it's inspired by an equal mixture of C.S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia, Tony DiTerlizzi's The Spiderwick Chronicles, E. Nesbit's The Book of Dragons, Lloyd Alexander's Chronicles of Prydain, and anything by the Brothers Grimm or Hans Christian Andersen.

I also recently started brainstorming my dragonriders story which I'm very excited about because it's inspired a lot by the Time Quintent by Madeline L'Engle and The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry which are two of my most favorite books ever. I just really love the themes of bittersweet wanderlust and missing home, finding a home in the people around you, and learning how to be an authentic person and not what other people expect from you. I really look forward to exploring this universe soon :)

Thanks for the ask!

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wellhalesbells · 3 years

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✨✨ TOP FIVES FOR 2020 ✨✨

2020 was, i think we can all agree, a massively chaotic year but i have never consumed as much media before in my life, so i thought others might benefit from my slothery uh, connoisseur.... ship? yes, that. below are the books, comics, shows, and movies that got me through!

B O O K S .

the starless sea, by erin morgenstern - i loooove this book because it loves me back. it says: ‘oh, you’re a reader, well i have just the thing for you.’ it luxuriates in language and story and riddles and fairy tales and it feels like an entire library in a single tome.

they never learn, by layne fargo - oh fuuuuuck, this was satisfying. i thought it might feel a little exploitative as it is very aware of the zeitgeist and likely would not exist without the #metoo movement but it never ever did. this was a fucking ROMP, period. reading about a woman getting away with murdering skeezy guy after rapey guy after shitty human just made me happier and happier.

moonflower murders, by anthony horowitz - this is the second in the susan ryeland series (and the first was hardcore good fun too) and really feels very classic mystery with the artful twist of catering to the literary community. mainly because: susan isn’t a detective, she’s an editor and she gets drafted in this time because the clue to what happened to a missing woman is in a book she edited, if she can find it. both of the books in this series have such an excellent coming together moment that is rare af to find.

the invisible life of addie larue, by v.e. schwab - the writing in this is just so good. it has that feel to me where i just want to drop the book and open up my own page and let my fingers fly. it’s that inspiring kind of writing that reminds you of all the things language can do.

crown of feathers/heart of flames, by nicki pau preto - aaahhh, this series is SO FREAKING GOOD! why is there not more of a fandom for it, why???? it is so many of my favorite tropes all resting perfectly together to the point where you almost forget they’re tropes because they just so naturally evolved there. ugh, it’s just.... it’s so heart-bursty good.

.... number 5, part 2? raybearer, by jordan ifueko - this was just so original and i was invested af. like, what a brilliant idea though and an even better execution?? i loved every character and am so looking forward to the next in the series so i can get to know them even better!!

honorable mentions (sh*t i still liked a whole heckuva lot): you/hidden bodies, by caroline kepnes // writers & lovers, by lily king // i’ll be gone in the dark, by michelle mcnamara // the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home, by joseph fink & jeffrey cranor // girl, serpent, thorn, by melissa bashardoust // a little life, by hanya yanagihara // the guinevere deception, by kiersten white // obsidio (and the entire illuminae series), by amie kaufman & jay kristoff // the bone houses, by emily lloyd-jones // house of salt and sorrows, by erin a. craig // we hunt the flame, by hafsah faizal // savage legion, by matt wallace // blacktop wasteland, by s.a. cosby // crier’s war, by nina varela // the empress of salt and fortune/when the tiger came down the mountain, by nghi vo // upright women wanted, by sarah gailey // the monster of elendhaven, by jennifer giesbrecht // a deadly education, by naomi novik // you let me in, by camilla bruce // when you ask me where i’m going, by jasmin kaur // the lights go out in lychford/last stand in lychford (and the entire lychford series), by paul cornell // the devil and the dark water, by stuart turton // serpent & dove, by shelby mahurin // one by one, by ruth ware // ruthless gods (this was SUCH an upshot from the first book - it’s worth sticking with if you’re on the fence), by emily a. duncan // cemetery boys, by aiden thomas // the inheritance games, by jennifer lynn barnes // the fortunate ones (2021 release), by ed tarkington

C O M I C S .

cosmoknights, by hannah templer - the art was gorgeous, the gayness was glorious, and just.... hot HOOOOOOOOT lady knights in space?! a princess winning her own hand? find something not to love in there, i dare you.

don’t go without me, by rosemary valero-o’connell - wow. wow wow wow wow wow. the writing was stunning, so lyrical and atmospheric and deep, and rosemary has to be one of my favorite artists but even that managed to come as a beautiful surprise because it was just so freaking bold.

through the woods, by emily carroll - i loooove emily carroll, the convergence of spine-tingling horror and art that feeds into it, that is both visually and aesthetically pleasing, is hard to beat! p.s. i also read beneath the dead oak tree from her this year and it was also a BANGER.

the impending blindness of billie scott, by zoe thorogood - zoe is someone that i just want to follow. she’s just starting and i want to be there for every single step. i love her art style and her ability to tell a story with it.

above the clouds, by melissa pagluica - this was so unique, and such a baller concept, as nearly half the entire book is conveyed only through the art and yet you’re never once lost, never once confused as to what any character is thinking or feeling. it’s a story within a story and only one of those gets words though they both are chock full of emotion!

um.... number 5, part 2? crowded, by christopher sebela - everything about this series is fun af. crowd-funded assassination and a hirable bodyguard who’s rated like an uber driver??? and the chemistry between the two mains is so great and gay!!

honorable mentions: monster and the beast, by renji // long exposure, by kam ‘mars’ heyward // fence, by c.s. pacat // invisible kingdom, by g. willow wilson // ms. marvel, by g. willow wilson // heathen, by natasha alterici // not drunk enough, by tess stone // giant days, by john allison // die, by kieron gillen // be prepared, by vera brosgol // ascender (sequel to descender, which is also great), by jeff lemire // the unbeatable squirrel girl, by ryan north // bang! bang! boom!, by melanie schoen // gideon falls, by jeff lemire // life of melody, by mari costa // cry wolf girl, by ariel slamet ries // the tea dragon society, by katie o’neill // ptsd, by guillaume singelin // heartstopper, by alice oseman // solutions and other problems, by allie brosh // finding home, by hari conner // the magic fish, by trung le nguyen // something is killing the children, by james tynion iv // the weight of them, by noelle stevenson // spill zone, by scott westerfeld // skyward, by joe henderson // miles morales, by saladin ahmed

F I L M S.

parasite, dir. bong joon ho - oh it was satisfying, oh it was suspenseful, oh i had to watch some of it through my fingers but i loooooooved it. such a good story and so well made.

knives out, dir. rian johnson - okay, everything about this movie was amazing. every single character was fun as hell and i could’ve watched an entire movie about each of them. what a great fucking mystery!

blindspotting, dir. carlos lopez estrada - this made my heart hurt so damn much. what glorious writing, acting, and story!

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. celine sciamma - gooooorgeous cinematography, amazing chemistry, and such a soft, atmospheric film.

the farewell, dir. lulu wang - i cried and my heart felt so full and i love it so so much.

um.... number 5, part 2? someone great, dir. jennifer kaytin robinson - no part of me expected to love a netflix movie this much but it’s a love story that doesn’t get told that often?? the end of a relationship and the true love of friendship and i love these girls and i love jenny and nate’s broken relationship.

honorable mentions: eighth grade, dir. bo burnham // booksmart, dir. olivia wilde // midsommar, dir. ari aster // the curse of la llorona, dir. michael chaves // the secret life of pets 2, dirs. chris renaud & jonathan del val // jojo rabbit, dir. taika waititi // the invisible man, dir. leigh whannell // the favourite, dir. yorgos lanthimos // can you ever forgive me?, dir. marielle heller // troop zero, dirs. bert & bertie // ready or not, dirs. matt bettinelli-olpin & tyler gillett // brave, dirs. mark andrews & brenda chapman & steve purcell // the half of it, dir. alice wu // palm springs, dir. max barbakow // doctor sleep, dir. mike flanaghan // uncut gems, dirs. benny sadfie & josh sadfie // birds of prey, dir. cathy van // bloodshot, dir. dave wilson // the old guard, dir. gina prince-bythewood // enola holmes, dir. harry bradbeer // hocus pocus, dir. kenny ortega // always be my maybe, dir. nahnatchka khan // finding dory, dirs. andrew stanton & angus maclane // die hard, dir. john mctiernan

S H O W S .

black sails (2014) - this show, this shooooooooow. i cannot, it just makes me want to cry with how good it is. the characters, the EMOTIONS, the story, the plaaaaaan. like, the creators clearly had a plan for every single step of this show and it was a gOOD, GOOD PLAN.

the untamed (2019) - truly, cheesy good fun with one of the best gay romances ever. i love these characters and their relationships to each other and the way it glories in its own ridiculousness.

the righteous gemstones (2019) - one of the things that bothered me about my next choice (the ratio of female to male nudity) was so much more realistic in this one (i mean, we’ve all gotten five thousand dick pics and i know like three people? so the fact that there is so rarely male nudity in shows when there are tits everywhere..... no, how does that even make a tiny bit of sense?). this show was such great, wonderful, awful fun. they’re not great people and the show is under no delusion about that and it’s GLORIOUS!

the witcher (2019) - this was just hella fun, i loved the characters and the fantasy elements. i’m excited for the next season, it’s just entertaining swashbuckling through and through!

fargo (2014) - all of this was really very enjoyable with the through line being somebody fucks shit up and gets involved in something they really shouldn’t be involved in that’s going to swallow them whole. season one and season three were my stand-out favorites but they were all so violent, clever, and vicious!

um.... number 5, part 2? central park (2020) - um..... so many of the hamilton actors in a muscial cartoon drawn and written by the bob’s burgers team? WHAT ABOUT THAT DOESN’T SOUND AMAZING?! it was such a joy to hear daveed diggs and leslie odom jr.’s voices again!!

honorable mentions: schitt’s creek // the mandalorian // mr. robot // broadchurch // mindhunter // jack ryan // the good place // the end of the f***ing world // big little lies // elite // kidding // servant // letterkenny // curb your enthusiasm // i am not okay with this // ozark // buzzfeed unsolved: true crime/supernatural // you // runaways // dear white people // dickinson // brooklyn nine-nine // will & grace // 9-1-1 // dead to me // solar opposites // never have i ever // killing eve // what we do in the shadows // grace and frankie // avenue 5 // roswell, new mexico // the bold type // evil // tuca & bertie // impulse // the umbrella academy // watchmen // infinity train // corporate // search party // on becoming a god in central florida // a.p. bio // criminal: uk // the morning show // mythic quest // last week tonight // prodigal son // the great

#the starless sea #the invisible life of addie larue #the untamed #knives out #2020 favorites list!!#i tried to stick to shows i both started and finished in 2020 otherwise like schitt's creek and the good place would be in top five #same for comics #uh oh i've found the keyboard again

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piratekane · 4 years

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Jamie returns to Bly Manor, just once.

Age has crept up on her the way it never would for Dani, her gray hair now a snowy white. Her body aches at night, a throbbing pulse deep within her bones that keeps her awake. Her hands, her feet, her wrists - all failing without her consent.

She tidies her small apartment, the one she shared with Dani for thirteen years. Not enough, she thinks. It was not enough time. She’s still woven into each room. Her jean jacket hangs by the door. A pair of shoes are tucked into the closet. Their pictures dot the walls - their adventures across the country, documented with an old Polaroid camera they found in a secondhand store.

Jamie runs her finger along each of them before she leaves, pretending for a moment that Dani’s perfect face is right there within her reach.

The assistant she hired for The Leafling is watching the shop. Jamie likes the girl. She’s young, excited. Ambitious. She reminds Jamie of Dani. The way she talks, the light in her eyes. She busies herself with the store, tending to each plant the way Jamie imagines Dani tended to her students; the way she tended to Flora and Miles.

As the plane touches down in London, Jamie stares at the city through the small window for a moment. She wonders what her life would have been like if she stayed. She would still live in Bly, that much was for certain. She might still be tending to the garden at the manor, though she’s sure it would have passed to Flora and Miles and their children and maybe their children’s children. She might still be living in that one-room apartment above the pub. She might have even convinced Dani to stay in Bly, to start a life together there among the flowers of the greenhouse, moonflowers growing each year.

She meets Owen in Bly.

He walks with a cane now, resting his weight heavily on it with each step. They take the taxi together up to the manor. The silence settles around them just as easily as it had 50 years ago, peaceful and welcome. His hand covers hers on the seat and she’s grateful. As the manor looms in the distance, she starts to feel a churning in her stomach, unwelcome and gnawing at her insides. He must notice. He squeezes her hand just once and when she turns to look at him, she sees him younger, eyes as dark as they were the night they drove this road furiously, that bad feeling hanging heavily above them.

The driveway is longer than she remembers, the manor a shadow on the horizon. The vines are climbing up the sides of the brick. The parapet is run over. The shrubs grow wild and tall around them, hiding the statue garden.

Bly Manor, like them all, has aged.

The wide front doors open with a groan. The grand staircase rises up from the floor, disappearing into the dark shadows of the second floor. It’s still breathtaking, all these years later. She remembers the first time she saw them, Charlotte Wingrave chattering around her, giving her a history lesson she wasn’t listening to. The house was larger - larger than she had ever seen before. The garden was impressive, if not in need of some care. She had fallen in love in a breath.

It’s funny, she thinks. She felt the same way the first time she saw Dani smile.

Owen’s cane bumps on the floor beside her as he stands next to her. She can almost hear the loud banging of feet on the staircase, Hannah’s voice shouting up after the kids as they ducked her eyes. She can almost see four chairs lined up before the stairs, a small wisp of a girl with makeup on her face and a story to tell.

She’s been living with ghosts her entire life. These ones feel familiar.

The manor hasn’t changed in the years since she left it in the rearview mirror, Dani’s hand over hers. The hallways lead to the same places, the stairs up to the same rooms. They walk each of them, Owen stopping every few steps to catch his breath. She enjoys the rest, soaking in the walls of the manor.

She remembers the awe of seeing them for the first time. She remembers how the house became so familiar. She stops outside of the room she knew was Flora’s, feeling something drift around her as she thinks of kissing Dani in this hallway, her hands curled around Dani’s elbows.

There are other nights and there will be other nights, she remembers saying.

Dani had smiled into their kiss.

They walk the cavernous halls, letting the memories soak in. She had only been at Bly Manor for a few years but she lived a lifetime in this house. She knew the grounds like she knew how to breathe, each root in the ground like a worn, familiar step. It feels like she never left, like all these years between were just a short trip to town.

Those years had Dani, though, and she keeps each one of them close and tucked away inside of her.

They pause in the kitchen and she nearly gasps.

The light filters through the window and Jamie can see the ghosts of the people she knew. Hannah laughs, her hand on Owen’s arm. Dani smiles down into her plate before she looks up and catches Jamie’s eyes, her cheeks flushed. Miles brandishes his fork at Flora and she bats him away, her laugh like high and light in the air.

She knows Owen sees it too. His eyes shine, glassy and bright. She presses her hand to his arm and turns to look at her, smiling sadly at the memory in front of them. Hannah is still laughing, her mouth wide in a smile that Jamie can’t help but smile back at. Owen is next to her, saying something neither of them can hear, but Hannah just laughs and laughs, her head thrown back and her earrings catching the light.

Dani is there, close enough for Jamie to touch if she reached out.

She nearly does. She wants to. It’s been years. Her fingers almost forget what it felt like to trace the lines of Dani’s face, what it felt like to run them down her spine.

But she knows it’s not the same. It’s a memory, the same one she sees when she sleeps at night, door open and the bathtub filled to the brim. It’s not Dani. It’s just a piece of Dani that exists here in the walls of Bly Manor. It’s a memory this house maintains, keeping them in tact for as long as Jamie and Owen are there to see it.

They drift out of the house and across the grounds, through the statue garden. Jamie doesn’t recognize this place, these vines. The flowers she carefully tended and the shrubs she carefully cut back are wild and overgrown now. No one has touched them in years. She wants to kneel down beside the beds and dig her fingers into the earth. She can bring them back to life, she knows.

Something for Dani to see, she thinks.

Owen leaves her at the small church. She watches him linger in the doorway and hopes he sees what he wants to see: Hannah kneeling at the small alter, the candles flickering around her as she turns to smile at him.

She moves past the church and its small graveyard where the Lloyd’s are buried, through the overgrown grass and past the greenhouse, it’s windows broken and worn. She stops for just a moment to look at it, remembering that early morning where Dani snuck in before the sun had come up fully in the sky, a cup of coffee in her hand and a hopeful look in her eyes. Poppins, you flirt.

The lake stretches out in front of her like some terrible thing.

A chill runs up her spine. The last time she had been in it, water soaking through her clothes and running down her face, it had been cold. The warm summer air drifts around her now, not like the frosty nip of the air she felt before. She walks forward and forward and forward until her toes nearly touch the water where it rests against the grass.

“Dani,” she calls quietly.

A doctor called last week to tell her the news.

“Poppins,” she tries.

The wind whispers back at her.

“Well, I’m sure you already know about… about it all.” She sighs, her thumb running across the face of the ring she’s worn for nearly 40 years. Its worn golden crown feels grounding, tying her to this moment. “But I had to come. I had to come back here, to see this house. To see if I could find you,” she admits.

She feels Dani everywhere. In the kitchen making a cup of tea. In The Leafling arranging bouquets. In the walls of their apartment. She feels her in early light of day and the quiet dark of night. She just can’t see her like she wants to. She doesn’t see her in the reflection of the windows or the puddles. She has her memories, 13 years of memories, but they’re starting to fade now. Dani gets a little further away with each memory that comes.

Jamie thought maybe, if she came to Bly Manor, she might find her again.

The lake ripples with the wind and it bites at her toes. She stares into its depth. She remembers diving under the water, seeing Dani laying there at the bottom. There’s a familiar burn at the back of her eyes that comes when she thinks about that long dive to the depths of the lake. She clenches her hand, holding it to her heart. It beats under her touch.

She used to press her hand to Dani’s heart and feel it pulse. In those years that Dani started to slip away, staring into pools of water, she used to hold onto what she could. And Dani’s heart, that was still hers. It would always be hers. It would never be the heart of the Lady in the Lake. It would remain Dani’s long after nothing else of Dani remained.

And Dani’s heart, Dani made sure, would always belong to Jamie.

She closes her eyes and thinks of Dani. She thinks of bringing her to the surface. She thinks of the lake parting and Dani walking up from its depths, that soft and hopeful smile on her face, that perfect face; that sparkling ring on her finger; that look in her eyes she saved only for Jamie. She imagines Dani stepping in front of her, fingertips dripping water as she cupped Jamie’s cheek and rested her forehead against Jamie’s. She imagines breathing in Dani’s smell, that soft floral smell that came from hours surrounded in blooming flowers.

And then Dani is in front of her, clear as day.

“Hi,” Dani breathes.

Jamie opens her mouth but the words won’t come. She searches for something to say, anything, but there’s nothing. Dani smiles at her, eyes shining, as if she knows there are a million things Jamie wants to tell her. Her eyes are wide and bright, not a minute older than the last time Jamie saw her, eyes fluttering as she fell asleep in the bed they shared for 13 years. Dani reaches up, her fingertips ghosting across Jamie’s cheek like a cool breeze.

This is why she came to Bly. This is what she came to find.

Dani.

She opens her eyes but Dani isn’t there standing in front of her. There’s nothing but the lake, looking back at her.

She closes them again and Dani is back, holding out a hand for Jamie to take.

She wants to take it. She wants to walk into that lake with Dani and finally rest. But she knows she can’t. She knows she tried this once before. And she knows how it ends. She knows Dani won’t take her. She knows Dani will never take anyone again, even her. Especially me, Jamie thinks.

So she smiles sadly and doesn’t bother to blink back the tears she can feel slipping down her cheeks. Dani’s still smiling hopefully but there’s a soft resignation to it. She knows she has to walk back into the water, to sleep until its time to wake again. Jamie knows Dani has to go, back to the depths of the lake to rest.

She opens her eyes and breathes in deeply, the smell of a blooming moonflower drifting around her.

The taxi idles in the driveway. Owen prays in the church, speaking only to Hannah.

Jamie waits patiently beside the lake. She’s been waiting her whole life, it seems. For Dani. For this woman she loved, loves, so fiercely.

She can keep waiting.

#this got so far away from me i don't even know #the haunting of bly manor #the haunting of bly manor spoilers #i was gripped in a fever and then this happened and i want to apologize but i'm exhausted and cannot #dani clayton #jamie #i will forever never be over them #okay i'm done pretending that i've processed these feelings #i haven't

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ambssssssssss · 4 years

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Ninth Year

Part 7 | Part 9

After nine years, Jamie’s a little surprised that she still finds Dani so endearing. It’s getting harder for Dani, Jamie knows. She’s noticed her staring at her reflection a little longer than normal. She knows the dreams are getting worse and that Dani is pulling into herself a bit, but sometimes the real Dani shines through. The Dani that Jamie first fell for, a little broken, a little damaged but still a kind, caring person at heart. The kind of person who sees a dying plant on the street and picks it up, carrying it to safety so it can grow and flourish under caring hands. Jamie can’t help but smile at the woman she loves, gladly letting Dani take over cooking so Jamie can look at the plant she brought home.

“Well, there’s your problem. Your roots are all…” Jamie trails off as her eyes catch a glimpse of gold buried in the dirt. A ring, a Claddagh ring, is hidden in the roots. Jamie picks the ring up. “Dani, why is there a-”

“Here’s the thing,” Dani interrupts, looking more nervous than Jamie has seen her in a long time. “You’re my best friend and the love of my life. And I don’t know how much time we have left. But however much it is, I want to spend it with you.” Dani is nodding her head slightly as she speaks, eyes shining, and Jamie feels herself drifting closer, the answer already building on her tongue. “And I know we can’t technically get married but I also don’t really care. We can wear the rings and we’ll know and that’s-that’s enough for me. If it’s enough for you.”

“I reckon that’s enough for me, yeah,” Jamie doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry so she lands somewhere in the middle, the ring sliding over the tip of her index finger as she closes the distance between herself and Dani, pressing their lips together in what might be the most gentle kiss they’ve ever shared.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. So much.”

They don’t plan a big ceremony to celebrate their wedding, but they do invite Henry and the kids down for dinner one evening. All three of them are overjoyed for the couple and Flora spends a few minutes waxing poetically about finding her true love one day much to Miles’ annoyance. Henry looks downright frightened at the thought of his niece falling in love one day. Luckily, in the way of brothers, Miles is sure to bring things back to a more level and amusing mood by wondering aloud how anyone could ever fall for his troll of a sister.

It’s a nice dinner, one that they wished could happen more often. The Winegraves had largely been living their own lives away from the Claytons (Jamie had her name changed as soon as she could after the wedding) but they made an effort to share at least a phone call every once in a while. After dinner, when they were sitting in the living room together sharing drinks and stories about the last nine years, Jamie began to wonder if they were really there, really married, really living this amazing life together.

“It seems so unreal sometimes,” Jamie commented as they climbed into bed after Henry and the kids had left for the hotel they were staying in for the night. Dani hums in response, looking at Jamie questioningly and there’s something different about her in that moment. Something lighter. Jamie can see it in her eyes even if she can’t quite put her finger on what it is yet. “This, us.”

“Us?” Dani asks as they lay down, wrapping her arm around Jamie’s waist. Jamie hums in confirmation.

“I’d never thought I’d get to live a life like this, not in my wildest dreams.” Jamie turns her head and presses a kiss against Dani’s cheek and then her lips. “It may not always be easy but it’s ours. What we’ve done in the time we’ve had so far, it’s so beautiful.” Jamie turns on her side and lifts her hand to brush Dani’s bangs out of her face. “You’re so beautiful. I almost can’t believe you’re my wife now.”

“And to think we were first met, I was almost married to a man,” Dani says and Jamie knows that it’s going to be a good night for them, for Dani.

“Perish the thought,” Jamie quipped with a roll of her eyes, laying on her back again.

“Hey,” Dani reaches out and cups her face, pulling Jamie’s gaze to her. It’s hard to tell in the low lighting of their bedroom, but Jamie swears that Dani’s eye is a lighter brown than normal. “I’m really glad I married you.”

“I’m pretty glad you married me too,” Jamie grins, moving to kiss her wife as she rises up slightly, hovering over the woman she loves. “Care to see just how glad I am?”

Dani giggles and wraps her arms around Jamie, pulling her down on top of her. Jamie laughs with her for a moment and then she’s much more interested in making a different sound come out of Dani’s mouth.

It’s definitely a good night, for both of them.

They plan a trip to Paris soon after, wanting to tell Owen their news in person. This isn’t the kind of news that can really be shared over a phone call or through a letter and, after all, it’s been nine years since they were last back across the pond. This is something to be shared over dinner and champagne and Owen has a guest room that he’s invited them to use several times. It’s about time they took him up on the offer.

Of course, planning the trip to Paris is different than actually getting there but they make it eventually and Owen is just as happy for them as he would have been six months ago.

“Fantastic news,” Owen calls it over dinner at his restaurant. Jamie makes a quip about the name but they agree that it’s fitting, and that Hannah would have loved it. It would have made her laugh.

For the majority of the meal, Dani feels light and present. There’s the near constant presence of Jamie’s arm wrapped around her and Dani can’t help but rest her free hand on Jamie’s thigh in time. She runs her thumb along the fabric of Jamie’s pants and marvels at how free she feels simply sitting there, holding and being held by her wife while they have dinner with a man that they both consider family.

It’s shattered in an instant by the distorted image of Viola Lloyd looking back at Dani from the metal pitcher the waitress uses to refill her water.

#moonflower #dani x jamie #jamie x dani #the haunting of bly manor #bly manor #fanfic #my fics #ambs writes #part 8 of 12

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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exes au part 15

post directory

em: viola teas i am like. incapable of sleeping in

em: i woke up 10:30 on the dot and i thought. what the fuck

em: 10:30 is especially offensive bc it means the mcdonald’s breakfast is done

obsetress: brain immediately said viola up and about doing all the chores vacuuming with no sympathy for her constantly sleeping in snoring girlfriend dani clayton

obsetress: but nah i'm sorry for you that sucks

em: inspiring deranged viola behaviour is

em: the greatest gift of all

obsetress: god so true when u think about it

obsetress: not that viola vacuums, she def has cleaners but

obsetress: actually no

obsetress: she has cleaners but she's prob not satisfied and gets out her expensive vacuum she has no idea how to use and is clattering n making such a fuss

obsetress: and poor dani

em: she’s up and about rearranging things, she’s causing a ruckus,

obsetress: dani's like "you have just as bad insomnia as me and you're just... getting up? that early?"

obsetress: viola shrugs "i don't need that much sleep"

obsetress: "you do, though"

obsetress: she shrugs and disappears into the kitchen

obsetress: insomniac gf and insomniac gf

em: insomnia gfs

em: viola runs on like

em: supernatural element carrying over: viola is a little too good at running on no sleep and no one knows if she ages

obsetress: YEAH

em: i love a sorta, grounded real life show w like one or two unexplained ambiguously supernatural things that no one blinks at

obsetress: i was gonna be like

obsetress: i wonder what dani and viola do when theyre up not sleeping at night and then i was like

obsetress: Well,

obsetress: no they do that but they also do the most random borderline unhinged shit like

obsetress: dani tries new baking recipes and they sit on the countertop in their pjs or underwear or nothing and eat scones at three am

em: go for night drives

em: night drives aren’t even unhinged but they’re nice

em: but they don’t listen to music they listen to fucken podcasts

obsetress: that fuckin lorde song

[em note: it's supercut]

obsetress: they go to the roof and dani lays her head in viola's lap and stares at the stars while viola reads to her in french

obsetress: ugh i put it on oh god why did i put it on

[em note: it's still supercut]

obsetress: in my head.........

obsetress: i do everything right............

obsetress: when you call............

obsetress: i'll forgive and not fight.............

obsetress: ours are the moments.........i play in the dark OH MY GOD VI'S INSOMNIA AFTER DANI LEAVES AND SHES ALONE

em: ur a MONSTER

obsetress: i need to lay on the floor and put this song on repeat

obsetress: anyway um

obsetress: another thought from when i was thinking about the vacuum like

obsetress: viola has a degree of learned helplessness that all rich people have but she's not an idiot like the rest of them yknow and i think like

obsetress: she had to do a lot when she and perdita were kids!

obsetress: after her mom died

em: hannah......

obsetress: and then after her dad died before she married arthur and like

obsetress: then being a single mom (viola lloyd single mom i'm drooling) even w all the help she can afford

obsetress: she has a chip on her shoulder and Does Things For Herself but also just

obsetress: sometimes it happens! there's never enough time and never enough help!

obsetress: and she loves isabel so much like

obsetress: viola making isabel her lunches

obsetress: oh god

em: making her little lunches at like 2am bc it’s been a busy day and she’s tired and she’s sore and she’s sad but the one thing viola will never skip is like

em: making sure isabel gets her lunches

em: hey what is wrong with us

obsetress: GOD YEAH

obsetress: EXACTLY

obsetress: HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS THINKING ABOUT HER MAKING THEM AT TWO AM UGH

obsetress: anyway um yeah viola making isabel her lunches at two am

obsetress: i know that i wrote jamie leaving flora notes on her napkins but like

[em note: read 'and she taught me a lesson alright']

obsetress: i just think it's something a mom who really loves her kid and wants them to feel safe and okay would do so i want to say vi does it for isabel too!!! and what of it they're different universes it's fine

em: ur just building the hannah obsetress cinematic universe

em: building up some Themes and Motifs

obsetress: themes motifs and symbols

obsetress: anyway viola packing isabels lunches she writes little notes and puts on lipstick n kisses them

obsetress: so isabel can get a kiss from her mom

em: im going to kill u w my bare hands

obsetress: cut to vi in the bathroom wiping it off later à la jennifer check

em: im GONNA

obsetress: sometimes when vi has to go out of town for business or w/e she leaves a stack of napkins with arthur to put in isabel's lunch so she can still get a kiss from her mom even when she's gone

em: thats so extra??

em: its so viola

obsetress: exactly

obsetress: she definitely has a fear of isabel favoring arthur over her (abandonment issues etc etc)

obsetress: gestures at canon

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em: dani 'its casual' taylor

obsetress: leave the typo

obsetress: dont you dare change it

em: i need u to know that i DO fuck but

em: hgfngjkyhGJBJKFHD FUCK

em: ruined my own joke

obsetress: in the most spectacular way

em: dani 'i need you to know i DO fuck but im accepting offers' clayton

obsetress: she takes care to drop that like

obsetress: it's just casual SHE'S not anything serious. i'm not dating HER or anything

obsetress: jamie's like dani i know you're gay you literally stare at my lips every time i talk

em: dani getting off the phone and dramatically rolling her eyes like 'ex girlfriends, am i right? whats up with these women i-' and jamies like love i get it

obsetress: jamie raising her eyebrows "how many ex girlfriends do you have"

obsetress: dani's like "well, just the one, but"

em: but i COULD have more. if i wanted to. bc i am looking to date more women

em: jamies like ok cool

obsetress: jamie, a little too casually: oh? any, uh. prospects?

em: danis like (patented nervous dani lip bite) maybe but

em: jamies like drat

em: jamies like darn

em: and then she gets home and shes like

em: wait

obsetress: jamie calling dani back "when you said maybe"

obsetress: and dani immediately is like yEAH?

em: jamies like do you think you could ever be interested in me and danis like umm. yeah.

em: jamie hangs up like ok cool

em: long beat

obsetress: oh my GOD

em: REDIALS

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obsetress: ok last thing i was gonna say

obsetress: i meant to say this earlier and got distracted a hundred times over

obsetress: but um imagine dani helping isabel with her english homework

obsetress: vi helping isabel with her math homework

em: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

em: SOFT

obsetress: well,

em: oh no

obsetress: isabel needing help w her english homework post dani and vi's trying to help and vi's smart n all but

em: get HELP

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em: dani 'hooking up w my ex is actually a v girlboss of me' is SO funny to me

em: when they get together danis like, oh but havent we all- and jamies like nooo i have very good boundaries

em: except for the perdi vi psychosexual power play ig

obsetress: moment of weakness

obsetress: who wouldn't want to hook up w their hot boss

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obsetress: when dani goes up to london whatever weekend like friday night to get her closure dinner with vi

obsetress: boom haircut and therapy reveal

em: 3 day bender u say

obsetress: all of a sudden it's sunday night and

obsetress: YEAH

obsetress: they spend

obsetress: all fucking weekend

obsetress: in vi's bed

em: sighs dreamily

obsetress: dani playing with her hair

obsetress: "this is nice"

obsetress: "i'm gonna miss your bun though"

obsetress: vi's brain is short circuiting at "i'm gonna miss"

em: later danis like look. jamie. what would you have done? and jamie chokes on her beer and splutters 'not fuck my ex for 3 days straight?!'

obsetress: dani "well you've never fucked v–– oh wait"

obsetress: "you really can't blame me, jamie, you KNOW" jamie: (grumbles)its different... dani: well i mean i guess, technically, you didnt,

obsetress: unrelated in some bad fight at the end vi is like "you can't go isabel needs a–– you're like her–––" and dani's like "a what? say it" and viola's too stubborn and proud and hurt to say it

em: just perpetually bouncing back to the worlds angstiest break up

obsetress: i don't know WHY

obsetress: as someone who HATES ANGST

obsetress: i am so DRAWN to these two

em: its ummmm weirdly cathartic??

em: the whole exes au is based on a joke about them being friends and exes. we are v firm in like. viola and dani reconcile!

em: idk i love a catharsis moment! i love it when a character claws their way to happiness. or even begrudgingly goes to therapy

em: viola can go through a little hell as a treat

obsetress: turns out the only one who could fix her in the end

obsetress: was the one who said it's not my job to fix you

em: dani transformative power of (platonic) love

obsetress: "Platonic"

#the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au

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Week 1 Blog Post {Hello and The Players Tribune}

Welcome and thank you for visiting my blog! My name is Corey Hannahs. I grew up in Grand Ledge, Michigan and currently reside in Ann Arbor with my wife Ami and our four children: Edison, Adelyn, Tynne, and Tommy. I am a transfer student pursuing my degree in Business Administration, majoring in Applied Business Communications. After 25+ years of working in the electrical contracting industry as a business owner and master electrician, I took a job with the National Fire Protection Association (NFPA) as an electric content specialist, building content around NFPA 70 National Electrical Code (NEC) and NFPA 70E Standard for Electrical Safety in the Workplace. Upon joining NFPA in April 2020, I was made aware of a tuition reimbursement benefit that was hard to pass up. Some years ago, after graduating high school, I was set to attend CMU in the fall but I began working in the family business that summer and life took over. I had always felt like I had unfinished business at CMU and my new job provided me a great opportunity to finish my degree – so here I am! Plus, I had a ton of free time on my hands being a husband, father, coach, and employed full time. I love a good challenge but, needless to say, I don’t get much sleep these days.

Through this class I hope to learn more about different social media and specific techniques to improve upon content creation and overall reach. In my current role, I write blogs and articles for external publications, as well as assisting in managing content for our NEC Facebook page where I am also co-host of a weekly Facebook Live segment. Yes, Facebook – I know, I’m old… Likely why I am so excited to be working with Tumblr which I have not used prior to now. I’m looking forward to applying what I am learning in this class immediately in my everyday life and see how it can benefit both myself and my employer.

A company that I think does a great job with social media is The Players Tribune. Founded in 2014 by Hall of Fame professional baseball player, Derek Jeter, The Players Tribune provides a platform for professional athletes to tell their stories from the first-person narrative, describing themselves as “The Voice of the Game.” Doing so provides a unique fan and follower experience to engage with celebrity sports figures on a closer level, hearing the stories direct from them and therefore not relayed by a journalist in the middle. Athletes authentic stories of hard work, success, family life, social injustice, and more, are all shared on this platform. In this past week alone, stories have been shared from professional women’s soccer player, Carli Lloyd, discussing her recent retirement from the game as well as former professional hockey player, Colin Wilson, coming clean with a story on his personal addiction. The Players Tribune has over 3 million followers combined over social media platforms that include Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, YouTube, TikTok, and LinkedIn.

Looking at The Players Tribune, and how the principles we have reviewed in the first three chapters of The Social Organization (Bradley & McDonald, 2011) would apply, I see alignment within several areas. Reviewing the three key components of mass collaboration, this is how I see them fitting within The Players Tribune:

Social Media. As previously mentioned, The Players Tribune has a wide variety of social media platforms where they share their content and engage followers. The have successfully gained over 3 million combined followers in the seven years since they were founded, with the largest following being on Facebook with over 1.2 million followers.

Community. The Players Tribune community is made up of a wide variety of worldwide athletes from a multitude of sports. Combining that with a fanbase that yearns to know more about these athletes on a personal level makes for great engagement and interaction within the community. Athletes can tell their stories, fans can comment, and if they’re lucky maybe even get a reply to their comment direct from the athlete.

Purpose. The purpose of The Players Tribune can be taken directly from the “About” page on their website and reads “Welcome to The Players’ Tribune, a new media company that provides athletes with a platform to connect directly with their fans, in their own words.” The purpose itself brings together both the athletes and the fans, therefore defining the community.

While I know they all exist, on the surface there are three of the six principles of mass collaboration that are clear:

Participation. While at inception, The Players Tribune likely received a good push from Mr. Jeter and his stardom by engaging his fellow athletes to get involved, the ball is certainly rolling now. As athletes read the transparent stories of their peers, it likely builds courage and participation to be able to tell their own stories to their fans and the world. Fans want to take part and hear the stories of the individuals that they often hold in high regard but may never have the opportunity to engage with on a personal level.

Collective. The social media platforms where The Players Tribune resides offers an area for the athletes and fans to join together collectively to tell stories and hear stories. Players can engage with players, players with fans, and fans with fans. Every new story posted provides a new opportunity for everyone involved to engage with one another.

Transparency. I don’t know that it can get any more transparent than having athletes, who can normally be very reserved and personal, tell personal stories in their own words and share it with the world. And then have a platform available to allow followers to engage and comment with their thoughts on the matter. The purpose of The Players Tribune naturally provides a transparency that other businesses may struggle to find.

Whether you are a fan of sports or not, I highly encourage anyone that does not already, to follow The Players Tribune for fantastic, vulnerable, human stories about life – as they tell it.

References

Bradley, Anthony J., and Mark P. McDonald. The Social Organization: How to Use Social Media to Tap the Collective Genius of Your Customers and Employees. Harvard Business School Publishing, 2011.

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