#henrietas

[erenthegreat]

Goth kids because 

#south park #southpark #South Park Fan Art #goth kids #sp goth kids #henrieta #ike #stan marsh

[papabearbobbynash]

With 7x07 title reveal being "Ghost of a Second Chance" I have some thought because when you first look at it, this title fits every damn couple on the show.

Bathena: It was hard to not think about them first, specially after those emotional lines in episode 02 as this title feels like a direct reminder to it.

B: "Wth was I thinking?! Deserving a second chance like this! I don't deserve you Athena, I never did"

A: "And you're not the only one getting a second chance here"

I do wonder what the term ghost might be about tho, because it does allude to something from the past.

Madney: We're about to see their wedding ceremony, so the show playing with us before it is quite expected, even because Maddie specially got a second chance with Chimney, so ghost of a second chance fits madney very well, specially know their wedding is on this season. Something from the past would be "Doug" related I suppose, maybe it comes to haunt her... Or if we want to be less dark (idk tbh) something goes wrong in the wedding and one of them ends up on the hospital and they get a second chance on the marriage there.

Henren: The writers did tease they would be trying expand their family considering how thing with Nina went, this could very well be about Henren giving a second chance to adoption, or to Karen giving birth considering there was the storyline with the artificial insemination. It could very not well be something related to Eva as unfortunately we know Hen is on her second chance with Karen after cheating.

Buddie: Well, Eddie married the first woman he slept with, had a kid, they struggled a lot and by reasons we know too well she did end up dead on a road. So this could totally mean Eddie giving a second chance on love specially with how his themes in S5 and S6 played with and giving the potential storyline for Buck it would lead to them. Also personally i never believed Marisol was even a thing it would last so.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #bobby nash #athena grant nash #chimney han #maddie buckley #henrieta wilson #karen wilson #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #bathena #madney #henren #buddie

[incorrect118]

Bobby: Today is National Stress Awareness Day!

Bobby: So just to let you all know I have been extremely stressed since 1974.

Hen: Wouldn’t you be four years old in 1974?

Bobby: AND I WAS STRESSED!

#bobby nash #hen wilson #henrieta wilson #911 on fox #911 fox #fox 911

[march-of-the-marred-gods]

(This is a bit of a continuation/expansion from Henrieta's backstory, towards the end when she meets her now boyfriend, Apollo, for the first time.)

Henrieta smiled at the tall fellow. "Thank you, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired from everything. You're very sweet."

The man acted like he had never heard a compliment before. "It's just part of my job here..." He avoids the Dhampir's gaze, a little embarrassed.

"What's your name?"

"I'm number- shit. Sorry. I'm Apollo."

"Oh, as in the king who was said to have dominion over the sun?"

"Yeah. I can control fire and raise my body temperature.

Henrieta beamed. "That's really cool! We won't freeze in the winter if you can help it, right?" She goes in to pat his back, but Apollo jumps so that she doesn't make contact with his person.

"DON'T-- Please do not do that." Apollo gave a stern look.

Henrieta was confused, but she assumed she might have gotten a little too comfortable a little too quickly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

Apollo sighs in defeat. "I'm not mad at you. Just be more careful, please."

Henrieta nods.

Back to looking ahead and walking, Apollo asks, "So what is your name?"

"Henrieta Anderson."

Apollo looked back at her. "A surname... Are you royalty?"

Henrieta raised her eyebrows at him. "Barely. I mean, my dad's royalty-- or was. But most humans and Vampires alike have surnames, not just royalty."

"I see. I didn't know. I'll think of a good surname, then."

Henrieta chuckled. "You can take mine if you really want to."

Apollo's eyes grew wide as he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned again to Henrieta, his huge, pointed ears and his freckled face burning as he blushed fiercely.

"Miss Henrieta... People will think we're married. Do you... want to get married?" The poor guy was suffering under the weight of his own inquiry.

Henrieta realizes her joke completely flew over his head. "No, Apollo, it's just a silly joke. I'm sorry for putting you in an awkward spot."

Apollo cracked a slight smile. "It's okay. I get it now."

The two soon reach a bedroom that was painted brown like the hallway they were standing in. All that was inside was a nicely made twin bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and a small closet to put away one's clothes.

"This is it. You should put your bag in here so I can show you the rest of the place."

Henrieta obliged. He showed her all the facilities, introduced her to some of the other individuals living here and guided her back to her new bedroom.

"It's a lot... so let me know if you need help finding something. Usually, me or Stella cooks, just so you know."

Henrieta felt nothing but warmth from Apollo, despite his appearance. Something told her he seems to enjoy looking after people.

"Thank you, Apollo. I'm still... really sad, because I had to leave the life I had barely started to build for myself, and now I have to start all over again. But you were really kind and helpful, and that means the world to me. You're a perfect gentleman. I hope to get to know you better."

Apollo was blushing again, looking like a deer caught in a pair of headlights at the compliment he felt he didn't deserve. "Thanks... I'd like to get to know you too. It'll get easier once you get into a routine here."

Apollo leaves Henrieta to unpack and rest, closing the door gently behind him.

Henrieta flops onto the bed and passes out from exhaustion before doing anything else.

#oc #excerpt #henrieta #no 136 apollo #henrieta really said happy birthday to me when she saw apollo ngl

[scll]

Anniversary gift <333

Apollo & Henri (& Nandys): @roseofmortality

Atropos & Angie (& Selene): mine!

#artini #apollo #henrieta #atropos #angie

[goffjames]

Spotlight Art - Secret Sky - A Painting by Henrieta Angel - Poetry - Haiku - Dusk Magenta-lit - A Poem by Goff James

Painting Secret Sky by Henrieta Angel Poem Dusk Magenta-lit by Goff James Painting Attribution © Henrieta Angel – Secret Sky – 2018 Source Attribution https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Secret-sky-abstract-landscape-purple-pick-tones-dramatic-sunset/720593/4155450/view View more works from the Spotlight Art Gallery Poem Attribution – Goff James – Dusk Magenta-lit Copyright (c) 2024…

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#Art #Art Music Photography Poetry Quotations #Artist #Dusk Magenta-lit #Goff James #Goff James Art Music Photography Poetry Quotations #goffjamesart #Haiku #Henrieta Angel #Painting #Poem #Poet #Poetry #Secret Sky

[kingtomas89]

Failure!, written and directed by Alex Kahuam, follows James (Ted Raimi) as he must make a decision whether he wants to support his living family or uphold his father's legacy.

This film looks DOPE! I can't wait to see this thriller!!!! Where can we see it?!!!!

There was a TUBI movie called "Dante's Hotel" it was GARBAGE!

TED RAIMI DESERVES BETTER!!!! This movie looks with A LOT of quality. I really hope he makes more dramas and less shitty B-C Horror movies like the Tubi one. That was disaster.

#tedraimi #raimi #samraimi #thriller #crimer #blackcomedy #onetake #alexkahuam #brucecampbell #henrieta #evildead #evildead2 #horror #drama #mystery #suspense #movie

[prairieenyasblog]

Finally done with this!!! I’m so happy w how it turned out :)

Henrieta drawing soon?

#digital art #fanart #digital fanart #digital illustration #south park #southpark #south park fanart #south park goth kids #goth kids #my art #south park is gay #what is that tag #prairieenya’s art

[knights-unwelcommentary]

"You snitched on me you shit. Explain."

"Your lusus. He–he ate one of my fiduspawns. Henrieta! Blood everywhere. Ate her whole except her hardest quills, he spit one out first. It was, it was red. Covered in bright red fucking foam. And all I could think was thank God! Thank God he isn't purple!

"Don't you get it? We've all been so scared of that sea monster, so scared for so long. But we didn't have to! He's a mutant! A mutant! All along?! A mutant's kept me from leaving my own hive?! A mutant's chased me up a frond nub!? The more I thought the more the fear became something else, something bile and I…. I made the call. I'm sorry it screwed you over, you're one of my nicest neighbors. But you're only my neighbor."

"I stopped him from attacking people as much as I could."

"And back then I was grateful. Not anymore, not knowing what I know."

"Fuck."

"You can say that again."

"Fuck."

"Nice."

#wip

[zoetheneko]

Zoé

First name: Zoé

Last name: Unknown

Name analysis: "Life"

A.K.A.:

💖The pink witch💖

Nicknames:

💖Zo💖kid/kiddo💖Catlady💖young one💖

Johnny Cage announcer names:

"Bubblegum"

"Quite the handful"

"She's got a knife"

"Neighbor"

Date of birth: April 22nd

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Age: 17

Height: 5" 6

Blood type: Unknown

Species: Kemonomimi (neko)

Origins: Earthrealm

Nationality: French Canadian

Current location: Earthrealm

Affiliation: Special forces

Status: Alive

Alignment: Chaotic good

Sexuality: Aroace

Gender: Girlflux (she/they)

Hair colour: Dark blonde

Eye colour: Blue

Hair style: short

Physical health: Good

Mental health: Neurodivergent (Autism)

Favourite colour: Pink

Favourite shape: heart

Favourite food:

Grilled cheese

Poutine

Vanilla ice cream

Nature potato chips

Bananas

Sour gummies

Spicy stuff

Favourite drinks:

Water

Pepsi

Coffee

Apple juice

Favourite hobbies:

Drawing

Video games

Swimming

Cooking/baking

Eating

Sleeping

Travelling throughout the realms

Hiking

Collecting cool stuff

Cheering people up

Favourite things in life:

Rain (pluviophilia)

Windy weather

Quiet spaces

Oversized hoddies

Pink roses

Seeing people smiling

Memes

Beds

Children

Confy places

The moon (Selenophilia)

Insects

Hot baths

The sent of lilac

New horizons

Kissing couples

Hearts (Both the shape and the organ)

Fire (Pyromania)

Black cats

Crows

Least favourite things in life:

Toxic people

Very long conversations

Being bossed

Impoliteness

Seeing people close to her getting hurt or crying (she will cry too)

Being alone for a long amount of time

Popping balloons/fireworks

Lies/lying

Raw veggies

Social status:

Apprentice of Rambo

Cadet in the Special Forces

Siblings: 4

Family:

Father | Alive

Mother | Alive

Younger sister | Alive

Younger brother | Alive

Yongest brother | Alive

Yongest Sister | Alive

Friends/Allies:

Special Forces

John Rambo

Ethan (by me)

Cassie Cage

Jacqui Briggs

Takeda Takahashi

Kung Jin

Sonya Blade

Johnny Cage

Jax Briggs

Mitsuko @saito-mitsuko

Arien @saito-mitsuko

Ombra @theelderhazelnut

Sienna @loverofthewindgod

Henrieta @bar10du

Lady Xuna @bisexualjohnnycage

Varian @middlechildwhoescapedthebasement

Stinger @takiisieju

Huntress @chadillacboseman

Megan @scentedcandleibex

Iris @scentedcandleibex

Rebelius @scentedcandleibex

Giri @licoricelump

Dia @darialovesstuff

Zain @loreoflemons

Blyght @loreoflemons

Milo @loreoflemons

Tora @tora-lotus

Baraka

Kuai Liang (Sub Zero)

Hanzo Hazashi (Scorpion)

Lumine

Ennemies:

Kronika

Geras

Cetrion

Shao Khan

Shang Tsung

D'vorah

Frost

The black dragon

Kano

Erron Black

Kabal

Neutral/complicated:

Shaolin

White lotus

Raiden

Fujin

Kotal Kahn

Sheeva

Mentor:

John Rambo

Love interest: None

Speed: 9/10

Agility: 8/10

Intelligence: 8/10

Strength: 8/10

Stealth: 10/10

Stamina: 10/10

Flexibility: 7/10

Cooperation: 9/10

Durability: 9/10

Fighting skills: 9/10

Reflexes: 10/10

Instinct: 9/10

Wardrobe:

Accessories/weapons:

Toeless/heelless socks

Dark blue gloves (optionnal)

Black face mask (optionnal)

Powers/Abilities:

Martial training

Energy blows (Just like johnny or cassie but pink)

Fire manipulation (the fire is pink)

Reading the energy and aura of living things

Healing the wounded (including plants somehow) (but not herself)

Teleportation/Portal manifest

Levitation

Wardrope:

Personalty:

Zoé is a very socialy awkward person, but once she has the time to get to know some people, she can be a funny and loveable person. She is also very calm and patient when needed.

#artists on tumblr #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat 11 ultimate #mk11 #mk oc #mortal kombat oc #mortal kombat zoe #mk zoe #lumine #mk lumine #mortal kombat lumine #special forces

[kali-writes-meta]

I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss Extra Short Stories Part 1: Issac and Almond

If you loved the anime or the manga, the books are even better. But there were some web short stories that haven't been offered for sale yet. Here's links to the fan translations of the first of those short stories:

Aileen Meets Isaac

Every villainess needs a competent assistant.

Hopes and Plans

On a quiet afternoon at the Demon Castle, Aileen and Claude talk about their hopes and plans for the future.

Almond's Day

#i'm the villainess so i'm taming the final boss #web novel

[papabearbobbynash]

Something to also consider in your analysis of the 7x07 title (which was great!!)

The expression "ghost of a chance" is defined in the dictionary as: "If someone does not stand or does not have a ghost of a chance of doing something, they have very little chance of succeeding in it."

Hi nonnie!

Thank for the heads up!

I didn't have time to look into the meaning of the sentence before doing it. From what you told me, honestly my english comprehension is struggling with it, because what i'm understood is that "a ghost of a chance" means no chance at all so I would definitely not want to be related to any of the core ships ashdf, only if it's eddie realizing Marisol is not his second chance at all.

However, the titles usually smh plays with all the characters sometimes, so it doesn't make sense to be something negative.

I do wonder if this is about "finally letting go of a certain feeling, like letting a ghost go" kind of thing.

It would also make sense, like about Bobby letting go of his feeling of being unworthy of Athena, Chimney and Maddie letting go of their fears their wedding fails (because we know they have it), Hen and Karen letting go of their fears and try adopting again, Eddie letting go of his fear of finally trying again because honestly we see so little of him and Marisol i don't even consider it as relationship, we migh as well say the man is single and still trying lol

#answered #911 spoilers #911 abc #bobby nash #athena grant #chimney han #maddie buckley #henrieta wilson #karen wilson #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #bathena #madney #henren #buddie

[roseofmortality]

you ever get so invested in ur own oc ship. i dont mean oc canon i mean all parties are ur ocs. god damn i love henrieta and apollo so much ill make sure they make it. anyway im gonna write about how apollos incubus power almost got henrieta killed exactly once

#merctxt #oc bs #instead of succumbing immediately to the spell she got a fever that almost killed her straight up. bc she touched him by accident when he w #WHEN HE WAS SWEATY #and then she was immune after that

[march-of-the-marred-gods]

Henrieta quietly watches over her boyfriend, Apollo, as he's finally fallen asleep for the night. His face shows no sign of distress. Not yet. As she is watching him rest, the Dhampir thinks back on the argument they had earlier in the day.

Perhaps 'argument' isn't quite right. It was more akin to nagging a brick wall for her. She begged him for an explanation, any explanation, as to why he was acting so cold towards her. He only gave a blank stare, even flinching when she went to touch his arm. She backed away, then asked, "Would it be alright if we at least went to sleep together tonight?" to which Apollo slightly smiled and nodded.

No matter what differences the two had in the day, Apollo would never say no to cuddling in bed. He has trouble sleeping due to consistent nightmares, and he had told Henrieta that having her beside him in bed was always very comforting.

"Comfort..." Henrieta began thinking. "Dad did teach me how to visit people in their dreams. I'll try to reassure him if he starts having a nightmare. I just hope I don't turn into whatever the Hell my dad turned into whenever he visited me in my sleep." She turns to the nightstand beside the bed, taking her glasses off and placing them there. 

Henrieta continues to watch Apollo through the night. She nods off a few times, but is making sure to stay facing him to see him in case there are any changes. Sure enough, she dozed for a few minutes only to open her eyes to Apollo rustling in bed. Then he began muttering in his sleep, barely audible even to the person directly next to him.

"No... No. Stop... Control... You're hurting..."

Henrieta's eyes widened. His nightmare had begun, but this was the first time she had got an inkling of what any given nightmare was about. She places her hand on Apollo's head, closing her eyes. "I'll keep you company until it's all over..." she whispers. "Don't worry."

With these words, she finds herself sprawled out on the ground, within a dense, rocky forest. She found herself a bit disoriented, having never entered someone's dream before. As she gains her bearings, she takes in the eerie surroundings. The sun was setting behind some large mountains in the distance, leaving little light to make anything out. Luckily, she could still see fairly well due to her Vampire lineage. That is, if she had her prescription glasses.

"Shit. I didn't think I'd have to wear them to bed with me." She takes a few cautious steps forward, taking care not to step on sharp rocks or other things that may cause injury. "I gotta find him... Damn, I hope he's close by." Step by step, she begins to see a small orange aura in the distance. The aura seems to be inside a large opening. "That looks like a cave", Henrieta thought aloud. "He did say he stayed inside a cave a lot."

She presses on until she gets to the entrance to the cave. The orange aura seems to have been a small campfire from what she could make out. It was a little further inside the cave, but there was no one near it. She wasn't all that chilly but decided to sit next to the fire anyway, just to see if this was Apollo's cave of choice. She stared at the orange blob and the surrounding walls for some unknown time to her, until she heard the crunching and rustling of dead leaves-- footsteps. Henrieta doesn't know if she should hide or not. Her indecision leaves her frozen in place, just staring at the cave entrance waiting for whomever may be approaching.

The person's huge, thick form comes into view, but of course it is difficult to make out any shapes until they get to the cave's entrance. This ridiculously large person has extremely long, red hair. There are two black protrusions coming out of that red head of hair, and some thin grayish ring around the protrusions. The person is wearing a dirty white robe, which reaches the knees. Henrieta looks back up to the person's face, noticing two golden eyes, but not much else she can make out.

In turn, this individual is staring directly at this human that has wandered into his domain. He sighs, then asks, "Are you lost, or have you been looking for something? I don't have all night for this staring contest, you know. Tell me what you're here for."

Henrieta averts his gaze, embarrassed for staring so long. "I... Um... I heard something strange lived here. Something that makes people disappear. I wanted to see if that was true. You're definitely taller than any human I know, so..."

"I see. I have had some curious visitors, and many more unfortunate souls who became lost only to find me. It is true my visitors don't normally leave, at least not in one piece. I hope you know that finding what you were looking for will cost you."

The individual gets closer and calmly sits down next to Henrieta. He's incredibly warm and soft to lean on, which makes his next statement all the more gut-wrenching.

"I have a lot of ways I could make anyone mine. Forever."

Henrieta is now scared out of her wits, with questions filling her mind. "Why the fuck is Apollo talking like this? It's so creepy... Is this what he was like before? On top of that, why didn't he recognize me? What the Hell is going on here?"

Unfortunately, she did not have time to get these questions answered before the large being grabbed her by her lower jaw bone, craning her head towards him. He kissed Henrieta on the cheek, to which she began to squirm away and screamed, "EW, have you lost your fucking mind?! That was the wettest kiss I ever got! Gross! You fucking weirdo!"

The man was taken aback, as he was used to people being taken with him the moment he kissed them. He regains his composure. "I apologize. I have never met anyone who could resist..." He pauses, unable to bring himself to look at the woman before him, feeling immense shame for the deed. "I'm really sorry, miss. It won't happen again. I promise."

Henrieta is now squinting daggers at him despite the lack of proper eyewear, but is equally thankful her boyfriend is talking like himself again. However, she is still not entirely convinced his intentions from here on out are any good, and the man could tell she had her guard up. He starts getting anxious, knowing full well he has a ton of making up to do to his newest guest.

"I-I have some things you could use as bedding. Let me at least make you comfortable for the night."

Henrieta fires back. "Because what you just did not even five minutes ago was the perfect opening for any lady to be comfortable with you, yeah?"

The man buries his fists in his chest as if he had been stabbed there. "I can't say sorry enough. I don't know what else I can do to make it up to you… To get you to s-stay…" He begins to sob.

Henrieta rolls her eyes, feeling as though this was an act. In spite of this, she decides to give the strange man a chance. But only because it's Apollo. And he's crying.

"Oh, for fuck's... Fine, I'll stay. I don't really want to wander out there in the dark without my glasses anyways."

The man is relieved, wiping away tears. "Oh, thank you... Thank goodness... It gets really dangerous at night... So I'm glad.” He smiles. “I'll get something soft for you to lay on, okay?" He then goes deeper into the cave to get what little he had. 

Henrieta contemplates to herself. "Apollo wasn’t kidding when he said he had issues. This might have been a bad idea. But danger is danger, even in dreams. And I'd rather take the guy I know over whatever might be out there..." She breathes a heavy sigh as the man returns with some tattered sheets and blankets.

“I hope these are okay. I’ll lay them out for you.” He spreads them out a few feet from the campfire, carefully layering each blanket evenly. “Thank you– Uh. Sorry, I don’t know your name.” Henrieta assumes that he may not go by Apollo if he does not recognize her. The man smiles. “It’s alright. I owe you that much at least. But…” He then trails off, looking troubled. “I don’t really have a name– I mean, I do, but– you know what, never mind that. Call me N.” 

Henrieta nods. “Sure, whatever you wanna call yourself. I just want to call you something. As for me…” Henrieta gives it some thought, as she isn’t sure about giving her real name. After all, it’s clear to her that N didn’t give his real name. “Just Anna is fine.” N smirks. “Cute, just like you.” Henrieta is sick, hearing the words coming from N’s mouth. “Thank you, now could you quit laying it on so thick, before I decide to walk outside to get mauled?” Henrieta points to the entrance of the cave. N becomes timid once more, realizing he has crossed another line. “Sorry… but you are very beautiful. I mean it.”

Henrieta sighs. “Alright, alright. I accept the compliment. But don’t think you’re going to make up for what you’ve done by trying to flirt with me or butter me up. Just show me you aren’t going to do anything else fucked up.” 

N looks like a deer caught in a car’s headlights.

“N, I came here to better understand you as a person. I want to trust you. But you have to give me a good reason for doing so. Does that make sense?”

N nods. “Yeah. I don’t want to let you down. I’ll trust you too, Anna.”

Henrieta’s heart flutters at N’s words, although she secretly wished it didn’t. This is her boyfriend, so it’s natural for her to feel this way, is it not? So she didn’t know why she felt such dread at finding the man calling himself N attractive. She comes to the conclusion that she must banish the thought that something else might be wrong with him. She came here to comfort him, not investigate him like a suspected criminal, after all. Henrieta goes to sleep in this unfamiliar dreamscape, hoping to start fresh with N in the morning. 

“Good morning, Anna!” Henrieta wakes up to a beaming N standing over her. She isn’t sure how to feel about being woken up in this manner, it almost feels as if he did something nefarious and he’s just waiting for her to notice. “Mornin’, N. What’s up with you?” 

N kneels down and puts something on Henrieta’s face. She can finally see N’s huge smile, as well as that gray blob she noticed last night when they met. It was a ring of grayish-black flame. “That’s odd”, Henrieta thought. “Never seen Apollo with that before. Not terribly surprising since he can control and create fire at will, though. Plus, this is just a dream. People often look different in dreams…” She snaps out of her pondering and finally asks, “Hey, wait, how did you get glasses all the way out here, N?”

“I found them last night while I was out.”

“Damn, what a lucky find. Thank you. But did you sleep at all?”

N shakes his head. “It’s really hard for me to sleep… A-And I know we got off on the wrong foot last night, so… I didn’t want to disturb your sleep with my presence.”

Henrieta feels a little guilty for making N feel that uncomfortable in his own space. “Well yeah, things got really weird. I didn’t mean to run you out of your own place, though. I’m sorry about that. When I said I wanted to trust you I meant it. And that meant going to sleep while you were here, too.” N’s eyes widened. “Wow…” Then he smiled warmly. “You have no idea how much that means to me, Anna. By the way, I’m going to make breakfast for you… But can you watch me? I don’t want to accidentally burn it.” He laughs nervously, a bit embarrassed at this particular shortcoming of his. 

“Aw, it’s okay N. I can make my own breakfast. You did enough by just gathering the ingredients–”

N is now looking dejected, his eyes basically begging Henrieta to let him cook for her. Henrieta does not want to watch him cry again, so she gives in. “Alright N, it's okay. You can cook too. I just feel a little bad that you’ve done all this work for me, is all.”

N rapidly shakes his head. “It’s really okay, I want to take care of you! You’re the best guest I could ask for, so I want to do everything for you! Please let me do it!” His hands clasp together as he begs. 

Henrieta yet again feels something in her chest. His puppy eyes are a serious force to be reckoned with. He’s just too damned cute like that. “Okay, N. You cook and I’ll watch to make sure you aren’t burning it. Deal?” 

N beams one more. “Of course.” 

N somehow still manages to burn the meat. “Oh no, I’m so sorry! I thought I did everything right…” Henrieta quietly takes the stick of meat away from N. “I think your fire was too hot. That’s the only thing I can think of.” She begins to eat the meat from the stick, and N freaks out. “Wait! Y-You can’t eat that, it’s super burnt…” Henrieta shrugs. “It’s still perfectly fine, N. I think you did a great job. Thank you very much for the breakfast.” N watches in horror as she finishes. “I… can’t believe you ate that.” 

Henrieta giggles. “I was raised not to waste food, least of all anyone else’s. You put all that effort into it too, it would have been rude of me not to. It’s the sentiment I appreciated most. You put your heart into it, and that’s what matters to me.”

N is trying his hardest not to tear up. “You’re too kind to me.”

Over the next few months within the dreamscape, Henrieta lives with N in the cave, keeping him company. They often foraged or hunted together in the forest, and had basically built something of a life together. However, the adventure Henrieta found herself in was about to come to an end. She woke up in the cave one early morning, sensing that Apollo would wake up at any time in the regular world. It was time to say goodbye to N and return to her true home. She goes to find N to break the news, but he is nowhere to be seen. 

Then she sees something around the corner leading to the deeper part of the cave. It’s a dark, viscous liquid on the ground. A pit begins to grow in her stomach. She gets closer to the area, when the stench hits her. It’s a dreaded, sadly all-too-familiar metallic smell. Henrieta immediately drops to her knees and vomits, trying not to go unconscious from the sight and odor of the liquid. Barely managing to pick herself back up, she goes further inside the cave, worried about N. “H-Hey, N? Is everything okay? There’s blood everywhere–”

Henrieta looks up from the ground, and she sees N with blood all over him, and a human corpse resting in his lap. The body’s chest has been ripped open, and N is eating the heart like an apple. N then notices Henrieta’s presence and jumps up, dropping the half-eaten heart and letting the human body fall to the ground as he runs to her side. “Anna! Are you okay?”

Henrieta is extremely pale and is trying not to pass out from the sight of N. “I’m… I’m okay. Are you okay though, N?”

N starts to tear up. “No. I tried to quit what I was doing after we met… but I was getting to the point I was going to hurt you if I didn’t sate my hunger, so I had to… I’m sorry you had to see me like this… Please don’t hate me, please…” He falls to the ground in defeat and begins to cry.

Henrieta isn’t disgusted, only disheartened by the timing of this situation, because she has to tell N that she has to leave. Despite her queasiness with blood, she has never once judged Apollo for his need to eat human flesh. It is simply a side effect from his creation. Henrieta has to let N down gently and hope for the best. “N, it’s okay... I don’t hate you… But I do need to tell you something that’s a bit urgent… I’ll meet you at the front of the cave.” Henrieta staggers back to the main part of the cave and waits for N while she recovers. 

N comes out a few minutes later, cleaned up and wearing another robe he quickly made from an old sheet. “I’m here, Anna. What’s wrong?” 

Henrieta, still a bit nauseous, sighs. “N, I’m really sorry about this, but I have to leave this place. It has nothing to do with what just happened. I was on my way to tell you when it happened. Thank you for being such a great companion. It’s been really nice, but it’s time for me to go back home. I hope you understand.”

N stares at Henrieta for an uncomfortably long time. She’s afraid to make any sudden movement, but she does slowly rise to her feet as her nausea resides. N does not take his eyes off her. He then puts on his puppy eyes.

“What are you saying? You can’t leave me when we have such a strong connection. A true connection. I… I love you, Anna. I really do. I can’t imagine life without you. You treat me like I’m human. I need that. Please reconsider this… Tell me you love me too and that you’ll stay with me. I don’t want to be alone again.”

Henrieta is now terrified for her safety. She doesn’t know what to say to get him to back down. She wants to return the sentiment, but it almost feels like she’s going behind Apollo’s back for some reason. She takes a step back, and N takes an equal step forward.

N begins to get impatient, his expression having grown dark. “Tell. Me. You. Love. Me.”

“Oh, damn. I should have known shit was gonna get like this.” Henrieta thought. She tries again to be gentle in her words, but it is useless. “N, of course I care a lot about you, but–” 

“BUT WHAT? YOU PATHETIC LIAR! You just want to get away from me because you happened to remember that I am a monster to you fucking insects! All you humans are the same. Can’t stop lying to save your own short, ugly lives, but it’s perfectly fine. When you all destroy each other I’ll be watching gleefully. I won’t ever trust the likes of you again. Now get the fuck out of my sight before I rip your throat out. Go on, since you need to leave so badly.” He does a shoo-ing gesture.

Henrieta feels tears welling up in her eyes. “N… It’s not like that–”

N’s fingernails begin to grow into sharp claws. “Get out of here or I really will kill you.”

Henrieta backs out of the cave before turning her back on the hostile N. She sprints for a bit, only stopping because she starts to hear wailing. She turned around once more to ensure she was not being followed by N. He was not there. However, the wails got louder and she realized that noise was coming from the cave. N was crying his eyes out. The realization made Henrieta’s blood run cold. “Apollo is going to remember this and feel like absolute shit…”, she thought. However, there was nothing she could do to rectify the situation, as Apollo was about to wake up soon. She makes a dash for the edge of the forest to get out of there once and for all, and once she reaches that boundary, she jolts awake in a cold sweat. 

She puts her glasses back on, and looks over at Apollo to find he’s been crying in his sleep. “Fuck… I’m going to be on his shit list for a long time for this.” She whispers as she puts her palm to her forehead. She gets out of his bed without another word to take a shower before her boyfriend wakes up from his newest nightmare.

#henrieta #no 136 apollo #oc #excerpt #oc havin a yandere moment or two

[booksandwords]

The Little Wartime Library by Kate Thompson

Read time: 4 Days Rating: 4/5

The quote: Libraries are places that seem to invite confidences. all those books whispering from shelves, loosening tongues. Perhaps it was true. When you are surrounded by stories, maybe you can't help but share your own? — Ruby Munroe

**Disclaimer if you've never read one of my reviews before I am a librarian, give me respectful treatment of librarians and I will adore you. Consider this a bias warning.**

The Little Wartime Library has two protagonists, Clara Button and Ruby Munroe. Clara is a widow, a war widow. Her husband Duncan died at Dunkirk four years previously. More than a widow at the start of the blitz Clara got caught up in an explosion while working at the library and lost her baby. The last part of Duncan. Even four years later both her mother, Henrieta and Duncan's mother, Maureen resent her work. She is basically alone in the world now. Except for her best friend Ruby. Ruby is almost Clara's opposite. Whereas Clara is a widow, Ruby is a bachelorette with no interest in marriage, not that that has stopped her from engaging in the company of men. She puts off a shameless and flirtatious attitude, calling herself Bethnal Green's answer to Betty Grable. (Ruby, p.294) and getting called Ruby Red Lips after her trademark bright red lipstick. Ruby is dealing with her own internal guilt over the death of her older sister and the abuse her mother, Netty faces near-daily. Clara and Ruby have an enviable near sister-like relationship total loyalty, teasing and brutal, honest communication.

There is a lot of women supporting women and women getting s**t done as you would expect from a book set in WWII on the homefront. But so little of this book is truly about romantic relationships, even though they definitely exist. It is more about female empowerment, an attempt to solidify positions in the workforce, a place in the world after the men come home and reclaim their roles. The support cast is fairly well balanced for a novel in WWII with a male support cast including love interests Billy Clark and Eddie O'Riley, nearest to an antagonist, Mr Pinkerton-Smythe and library regular/ assistant Mr Pepper. The others are all women or children including, Beatty and Maria Kolsky, Sparrow, Mrs Chumley, Netty Munroe and a sizable and saucy book club.

I really like the way Clara and Ruby's stories are left at the end with hope, happiness and brightness in their futures. Nearly all the main support characters get some form of optimistic ending, this is appreciated from a book that could easily have gone down a much darker path if Thompson so desired. Netty's shows healing. Mrs Chumbley is given her rightful position of power at the heart of the community. Disappointingly Mr Pepper has no defined end. Ruby gets to become the immensely successful bodice ripper author as she promises the book club when they start reading Forever Amber who has it all. Clara gets her little family and her career. Wild child Sparrow's ending is fun and playful, honouring the trust and faith that Clara placed in him, proving twat face Pinkerton-Smythe so brilliantly wrong. Sparrow like Clara has sweeping character growth, his coming from maturity and hers from coming into her own. They lean on each other, learn from each other and arguably keep each other alive.

The Little Wartime Library has clever framing. In theory, it is a story being told by an old woman in the present (2020) to her daughters. She has maintained the typical don't talk about the war or childhood so her daughters, Rosemary and Miranda, don't know the full truth of her past, the extraordinary things she saw. It comes to pass that this is one of the Jersey girls, Beatty. This framing device is only used in the prologue and epilogue, it is useful for bringing the past and present together. A reminder of the consistency and importance of libraries to people. I like the writing style Thompson has chosen to use for her book. The perspective alternates between Clara and Ruby. As the story unwinds we see they both have their own joys, their own flaws and their own ghosts. Though there is possibly a little more focus on Clara's story, Ruby being the badass bestie that she is. Ruby and Clara have different voices Clara is more reserved but showing passion when something truly matters to her, Ruby is more of a femme fatal she is a fallen woman but that hides deep pain her voice combines the two aspects of her personality. Each chapter has not only a number assigned but a narrator and a quote (more on those later). Thompson has provided some natural breaks, like part breaks but not signposted these are where there are sizable time jumps. Skips sometimes last days, weeks or months and are usually indicated only by the earliest lines in the chapter and the dramatic closing moments of the previous. There are some (fictional) newspaper articles as a way to provide information. It is a smart choice. The information imparted by these articles wouldn't feel natural if revealed in conversation, it would feel too much like exposition.

There are some clever echoes in the events in the lives of the protagonists, Clara and Ruby. Both the good and the bad. They are both haunted by very different events. All a reader wants from Kate Thompson is to give us their happiness. But first the truths, the information, the secrets they are hiding from their men and the readers. Beatty and Maria, known as the Jersey girls, broke my heart, they are written in a way that makes you feel pain, makes you want to help them and give them a hug. The men, Billy and Eddie, are so different but so perfect for their women. The hoop-jumping, the perseverance, the dedication and the tropes used.

I can't formulate this review better so have a collection of thoughts and quotes.

There are many articles around on the bombing of the Hughes Mansions. This was the last bombing by the Nazis on London. It was a V2 bombing on 27 March 1945 targeting the heart of the Jewish community in London. I quite like one written by Lianne Kolirin in 2020 interviewing survivor Millie Henderson. The bombing of Hughes Mansions is included as a plot point and included well, with Clara using her people skills to her highest advantage.

The description of V-Day takes up only a single page. In context, it is a perfect choice and it is so well written.

I used a different coloured book flag for important sections on Clara and motherhood/ pregnancy, including a despicable but arguably period and societal status appropriate moment with Clara, Henrietta and Maureen. It is an interesting thing to actually see. Motherhood is important to her and the loss of the baby truly haunts her. I wish there was an equivalent for Ruby.

They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time. — (Banksey) Clara says this without the 'They say'. She said it to Beatty and I just really like the quote but the context of the relationship is interesting.

"Libraries are the engines of our education quote and our escape, never have they been more important in transforming our lives." — (Minister Rupert Montague, p.17) Take the attribution of any quote about libraries in this book with a grain of salt for reasons that will become apparent in the next section.

"What are you in the mood for?" "Errol Flynn and a stiff gin," — (Clara and Dot, p.31) Look I don't know why this made me smile as much as it did. I mean I get it Errol Flynn in his heyday?

"Break the mould, Clara. Make book clubs about sharing a love of reading, not education. Clubs oughtn't be the preserve of the elite." — (Billy, p.51) This is perfect to me, and the reason I prefer reading groups where everyone just shares what they've been reading. I've never seen a book club in my area that wasn't reading literature, classics and tomes.

Clara and Ruby had often discussed women's love for something with a bot of spice in it, and Ruby had noticed, as the war had groaned interminably on, women's appetites for something more risque had increased. By 1944, with so many husbands and boyfriends away for years now, reading was the only way they could explore some of the feelings of loneliness. — (Ruby, p.62-3) This is a fascinating idea that I just hadn't thought of. But I guess it makes sense, especially for those that truly swore themselves to fidelity (there were men available).

Bloody men. If you asked her, most of the wanted their dingle-dangles chopping off. — (Ruby, p.92) What can I say our girl is ruthless. She does an interesting thing with a 972 page book and a *ahem* wanker later.

Ruby started to tidy up and realised that in the midst of this dreadful war, being fought on so many fronts, only their little unconventional library family made any sense at all. — (Ruby, p.171)

"I'm not sure whether I believe in ghosts, but two centuries worth of suffering has to leave a mark." — (Billy, p.185) At this point Billy and Clara are standing in the ruins of Bethnal Green Library, a former asylum. The whole section is haunting and there is talk of some of the 'treatments' that used to be used. There is also a perfect use of graffiti.

It wasn't just slightly spicy, it was the literary equivalent of an incendiary bomb! — (Ruby, p.222) Let me introduce you to Forever Amber. Forever Amber is a 900+ page bodice-ripper published in 1944, set in Restoration England. It was scandalous, it was repeatedly banned in parts of the US and it plays an important role in The Little Wartime Library. Ruby and Clara want to be like Amber, strong, fierce and sassy af.

This is considered based on true events. The Bethnal Green Library did exist in something of the form shown in The Little Wartime Library but the fiction is something of a genderbend on reality. The library was set up and run by librarian George F. Vale and his deputy Stanley Snaith. Thompson is kind enough to provide some of her research material and includes not only a piece of writing on the Bethnal Green Library but the Read for Victory campaign.

There are some serious warnings in play for The Little Wartime Library. Obviously, this is set during WWII so the 1940s, death and a degree of sexism are somewhat expected. Some potential concerns to be aware of are attempted assault, murder (kinda good riddance to bad rubbish), war crimes (more than once), death (so much death), discrimination, domestic abuse, spousal rape, forced pregnancy and suicide. I think that's it. Most of this isn't in the first person but rather happening to the support cast. Though everyone impacts Clara or Ruby in one way or another. Let's be honest you're reading 'based on a true story' fiction set in WWII about a library in a tube station it cannot afford to pull its punches too much.

Let me start this section by including part of Kate Thompson's dedication: "Thank you to all library workers, past and present, whom I spent many an illuminating hour chatting with. Not just bibliophiles, but people-lovers too.". I include this because one of the overwhelming senses I am left with after reading The Little Wartime Library is it feels a bit like a love letter to librarians. The love letter thing is likely quite deliberate there is also a line in the Author's Note: "There's an assumption — an unfair one — that if you work in a library, you are a cardigan-wearing introvert. Bethnal Green Library, where my novel is set, is one hundred years old this year, so I set myself the goal of interviewing one hundred library workers. from post-war librarians, to feminist and activist librarians, school librarians to Britain's oldest library reading volunteer (can we all say hello to the inimitable Nanny Maureen) qualified and unqualified, all share one thing in common, a passionate belief in the power of books and reading to change lives.". These interviews form one of the perfect choices for the book, the quotes at the start of each chapter. These quotes are just absolute gems I really would love to read the whole interviews. Especially that one with Nanny Maureen.

As well as my usual dump of quotes from the book I'm going to add some of my fave of the quotes from librarians. ‘I always felt librarians should try to be encouraging, not judgemental, about reading. What you want to do is give people a great experience. Who are you to judge what that experience is?’ — Alison Wheeler, MBE. Former Chief Executive of Suffolk libraries, library campaigner and trustee of CILIP. 'Librarians require infinite patience and politeness in the face of adversity. A love of people is as, if not more, important than a love books.’ — Charlotte Clark, Manager of Southwold Library 'I'm a gatekeeper to the past, sharing my knowledge of the riches of our books for others to discover. I'm a facilitator of joy.’ — Mareike Doleschal, Librarian at Shakespeare Birthplace Trust in Stratford-upon-Avon ‘Librarians are facilitators, entertainers, empathisers, listeners, educators and friends. Libraries are about more than their buildings.’ — Carol Stamp, President of Libraries Connected and Chief Librarian of Kirklees Council ‘A library is more than its books, it's a place where women's lives have the potential to be transformed’. — Magda Oldziejewska, Funding Coordinator, Feminist Library ‘What we lacked in funds, we made up for with our imagination. Lots of love and a library ticket, that's all you need.’ — Claire Harris, retired children's librarian ‘Quiet in libraries? I don't think so! Anybody can walk in through the doors, and we have to be ready to listen and help.’ — Michelle Russell, Library Manager at Romford Library in the London Borough of Havering ‘As a librarian, people trust you. They let down their barriers. We are a social worker, a listening year, a confidante.’ — Maggie Lusher, Manager of Kesgrave Library in Suffolk ‘There's no such thing as a child who doesn't like reading, just a child who hasn't found the right book.’ — Nicola 'Ninja Librarian' Pollard, school librarian for St John Fisher Catholic High School in Harrogate ‘Libraries and love both take their own time to develop. I met my partner for the first time when we worked together as young librarians just before the new millennium. We didn't come together romantically until nearly twenty years later. we each had a lot of whining, growing, and — yes — reading, to do first.’ — Anne Welsh, Beginning Cataloguing ‘Want to see the world? Don't join the army, become a librarian.’ — Denise Bangs, Idea Store Libraries, Tower Hamlets, East London ‘Time slips by in a library. It's one of the few public social spaces where you can go to feel safe and warm, to escape, explore and enrich your life. In a conspiracy theory age, being able to access trustworthy information makes libraries more relevant than ever.’ — Professor Shelley tower and Dr Sarah Pyke, Living Libraries

I think librarians especially school and public librarians will likely really enjoy this and feel seen. Between Clara and Ruby we are all represented, all of us are to an extent one or the other. Ruby is the glamorous and Clara is closer to the stereotype. That said all readers will still enjoy The Little Wartime Library, there is just a perspective here that is often lacking in fiction. There is so much intelligence, love and sass here but above all respect. This has been my overly long and chaotic review of love for The Little Wartime Library.

#the little wartime library #kate thompson #book review #ktreviews #read 2022 #historical fiction #dymocksreadingchallenge #bethnal green library #spoilers on goodreads #booklr

[inspiredwriterstory]

My opinions on Thomas and friends ships.

And keep in mind it's entirely in the context of like loving each other. I'm not the kinda person to go.... That far. You know what I mean.

Emily x Henry: It's cute. 8/10.

Thomas x Lady: They talked like once and nearly died. Does that mean enough for love? 3/10.

Thomas X Rosie: I can sorta see it. Kinda feels like they flirted and bit and there was a whole episode dedicated to it. 5/10.

Thomas X Ashima: Like Rosie I can see it. He did see seem a bit flustered cause of her design and paint. And I once saw a meme about how in a official Thomas video the subtitles said Sweety instead of silly. 4/10.

Thomas X Emily- who keeps making all these Thomas ships?: Meh. They seem more like brother and sister than boy friend and girlfriend. 1/10.

Edward X Henry: Eh. Seem more like work colleagues but I can somewhat see it. 4/10.

Rosie X Percy: More like schoolyard friends in my eyes. 3/10.

Thomas X Nia: No. Considering Nia is a 2D cardboard cutout with no personality I don't see it. 1/10.

Thomas X Belle: ....... This exists? 1/10

Mavis X Percy: More like close cousins to me. 1/10

James X Molly: Literally no interactions. 2/10.

Mavis X Toby: They seem more like neighbors who argue over the fence and laugh about it at a barbecue later. 3/10.

Edward X Boco: Boco had no character so Eh. 3/10.

Gordon X Rebecca: If Rebecca had a bit more in her character for Gordon to relate with and build a relationship over maybe it could be a top ten. 5/10.

Arry X Lady: ..... NOOOOOO. And before you think it's because it's diesel and steam NO. I get that's a thing for races in the Thomas universe. My problem is Arry Litterally attempted murder. 0/10.

Luke X Millie: Not the worst and kinda cute with some of their interactions. 6/10.

Edward X Emily: Eeeeh.... No problems with it but I don't see it. 5/10.

Lady X Ashima: Do they even know each other exists? Nothing against lesbian or bi relationships to be clear. 1/10.

Donald x Pip and Douglas X Emma: Feels like there's nothing to go off of and sorta like it's just shipping for shipping sake. But it could work as like a twins dating twins scenario if Pip and Emma had proper characters and Donald and Douglass weren't carbon copies of each other.

Hurricane X Frankie: Frankie is the girl that always says she doesn't want anything from McDonalds, then asks for a bite of Hurricane's burger all cute like. 2/10.

Percy X Diesel 10: WHYYYYYYYYY. 0/10.

Percy X Lady: No interactions. 🙄 1/10.

Toby X Flora: Who is Flora again? But in all serious just because they're tram engines doesn't mean they need to be shipped. 1/10.

Douglas X Oliver: Sorta a savior to dater situation. Could work. 3/10.

Toby X Henrieta: Works without destroying anything. 6/10.

Diesel 10 X Lady: Feels like it would be an abusive boyfriend situation. Plus he tried to murder her? 0/10.

Diesel 10 X Frankie: The ultimate toxic relationship. Abusive combined with manipulative. 2/10.

Diesel X Daisy: Maybe it work when they are both arrogant and I can kinda see it after springtime for diesel. 4/10.

James X Emily: Just not my thing. 3/10.

Okay that's the last one because I reread that and holy shit that's enough shipping for one day.

#thomas and friends au #thomas and friends #thomas and the magic railroad #Shipping #shipping opinions