#joanna's office

[eye-of-the-phoenix]

Joanna's office in Secret of the Scarlet Hand

#this is an underrated location in this game #secret of the scarlet hand #ssh #joanna's office #mine

[mannytoodope]

#Joanna #Jennifer Aniston #Peter #Ron Livingston #Office Space

[everyonesawhoregrace]

The Wife

One | Welcome Back

I stared nervously at the doctors bald head. My eyes were wide and I felt nothing but a sense of discomfort as he pulled away from my parted legs. The doctor tore off his gloves and tossed them in the bin beside him, I looked down at the slightly bloodied gloves and got even more nervous. My entire body clammed up. I wanted to die.

Beside me sat a familiar face, that of Thomas Shelby. My husband.

Immediately, I felt at eased as he looked at me. His blue eyes could heal the world from its maddeness. It was engraved in my soul, feeling safe around Thomas was kind of a given. When he noticed me staring, he leaned in and brought his lips to my ear, my eyes fluttered shut and I listened for him to speak.

"I'm going to fucking kill you if you're pregnant." Thomas states in a low growl.

I hold my breath but turn to meet his eyes. My mouth flies open.

"Well lucky for you, Joanna, you aren't pregnant." Dr. Moore says and pulls off his glasses. He brings his attention to Thomas now, and frowns. "I don't like those kind of threats in my office, Mr. Shelby. Even if your wife is apparently committing adultery."

"Yeah, Thomas listen to the man." I take the doctor's hand, who helps me sit up. "Thank you doc." I smile.

"You're welcome." He replies before standing up. "Medically, I don't have to prescribe anything but might I suggest marriage counselling for the both of you."

Dr. Moore has been my doctor since I was a child, and Tommy hates that another man has known me for longer than he's known me. It's sick and twisted but I fell madly in love with sick and twisted.

I pull down my dress and pull up my underwear, turning to Tommy I laugh. "He doesn't believe in marriage counselling."

Thomas shakes his head. "I also don't believe in divorce. Once you marry a Shelby–"

"You die being married to them, even though you hate each other." I add with a light hum. Turning to doc, I widen my eyes and mouth, HELP ME.

Dr. Moore shakes his head, "That doesn't sound healthy. What does your mum and dad think of this, Joanna?"

I laugh, but this time it's in fear. "They don't know about any of this. They thought we got a divorce when I went away to the south of France."

Thomas gets out a cigarette. "Your parents are enablers."

He gets up and walks towards the window, cracking it open he looks outside. It's a gloomy day, and Tommy looks perfect along the London street. He looks divine, dressed in a long black coat and a professional suit on. I know he got all dolled up for me, for goodness sake, he even smelled golden. Thomas wore a brand new suit for me when he picked me up from the smelly ship dock. I know he wore a brand new suit because the tag was still on his blazer. I was flattered.

"You say that only because they hate you." I scoff, folding my arms over my chest.

"Alright! Out!" Dr. Moore claps his hand. "I will not stand around for this no longer. Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, have a good rest of your day."

"Alright old man." Thomas barks.

"Thomas!" I hiss, before turning back to my doctor. "I do apologize for my incredibly rude husband."

Dr. Moore only shakes his head, he escapes the room before Thomas lights his cigarette. Something that is not allowed in such establishments.

"So are you glad you're not pregnant?" He asks me, grabbing my purse from the examination table.

"Of course I am." I hiss. "God forbid I end up carrying a child that isn't yours."

My sarcasm makes a hint of joy creep up on Tommy's face. I almost congratulate myself. He strides over to the door, and yanks it open, open for me. "Go ahead, princess." He nods.

I roll my eyes, leaving the room. "Just say welcome back, you prick."

He fixes his coat and runs a hand over his face, "Welcome back you prick." He murmurs.

I walk in front of him, and knowing he can't see me, I break into a big smile. Ah, hopefully, it's good to be back.

#I'm going to fucking kill you if you're pregnant. #Well lucky for you #Joanna #you aren't pregnant. #I don't like those kind of threats in my office #Mr. Shelby. Even if your wife is apparently committing adultery. #Yeah #Thomas listen to the man. #Thank you doc. #You're welcome. #Medically #I don't have to prescribe anything but might I suggest marriage counselling for the both of you. #He doesn't believe in marriage counselling. #I also don't believe in divorce. Once you marry a Shelby– #You die being married to them #I widen my eyes and mouth #HELP ME. #Dr. Moore shakes his head #I laugh #but this time it's in fear. #Thomas gets out a cigarette. #He gets up and walks towards the window #cracking it open he looks outside. It's a gloomy day #and Tommy looks perfect along the London street. He looks divine #dressed in a long black coat and a professional suit on. I know he got all dolled up for me #for goodness sake #he even smelled golden. Thomas wore a brand new suit for me when he picked me up from the smelly ship dock. I know he wore a brand new suit #I scoff #folding my arms over my chest. #Dr. Moore claps his hand.

[queerographies]

[Total creative control][Joanna Chambers][Sally Malcolm]

Cosa succede quando un assistente personale dal carattere solare incontra un capo musone? Total creative control di Joanna Chambers e Sally Malcolm

Quando lo scrittore di fanfiction Aaron Page ottiene un lavoro con il creatore della serie tv di successo Leeches l’incarico doveva durare solo una settimana. Tre anni dopo, Aaron è ancora lì… Forse perché ama le sfide che mettono in moto la sua creatività oppure perché è un grande fan di Leeches. Ma, sicuramente, non è per Lewis Hunter, il suo capo estremamente esigente, incredibilmente…

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#2022 #Ester Manzini #fiction #Joanna Chambers #LGBT #LGBTQ #Narrativa #office romance #rom-com #Sally Malcolm #slow-burn #Total creative control #Triskell Edizioni #UK

[notsoinnocentlittleangel]

#Faceclaim #Joanna would hate to work in an office job because she thinks it'd be boring #But she also says 'I'd definitely look good in a tight pencil skirt'

[hanzajesthanza]

why are there no joanna selbourne and neratin ceka fanarts fanfics etc. *snaps fingers* get to work

#maybe *i* am the one that needs to get to work… #explore joanna’s temptation of being made officer by skellen vs being disturbed by ciri being held captive #no one ever posts about tower of the swallow on here. ringing a large bell to make everybody wake up #txt

[figtreeandvine]

I want to write a movie that is sort of the flip side of a Hallmark holiday movie. Not an anti-Hallmark movie, just like the other side of the same coin.

It starts with a well-dressed professional woman driving a convertible along a country road, autumn foliage in the background, terribly scenic. She turns onto a dirt road/long driveway, and stops next to a field of Christmas trees, all growing in neat, ordered rows, perfectly trimmed and pruned to form. She steps out of the car--no, she's not wearing high-heels, give her some sense!--and knocks on the door of a worn but nice-looking farmhouse. An older woman, late fifties maybe, answers the door, looking a bit puzzled. The younger woman asks if she can buy a Christmas tree now, today. The older woman says they don't do retail sales--and the younger woman breaks down crying.

Cut to the two women sitting at the kitchen table with cups of tea. The young woman (Michelle), no longer actively crying, explains that her mother loves Christmas more than anything, but is in the hospital with end-stage cancer. Her doctors don't think she'll live to see December, let alone Christmas. Nobody is selling Christmas trees in September, so could the older woman please make an exception, just this once? The older woman (Helen) regretfully explains that they have a contract to sell their trees that forbids outside sales. The younger woman nods, starts to stand up, but the older woman stops her with a hand and asks her what hospital her mother is in. After she answers the older woman says that "my Joe" will deliver a tree the next day. "Contract says I can't sell you a tree, but nothing says I can't give you one."

Next day "Joe" shows up at the hospital in flannel and jeans, with a smallish tree over her shoulder. Oh, whoops, that's Jo, Helen's daughter, short for Joanna, not Joe. Jo sets up the tree and even pulls out a box of lights and ornaments. Mother watches from hospital bed with a big smile as Jo and Michelle decorate the tree. Cue "end of movie" type sappiness as nurses and other patients gather in the doorway, smiling at the tree.

Cut to Michelle sitting in her dark apartment, clutching a mug of tea, staring out at the falling snow and the Christmas lights outside. Her apartment has no tree, no decorations, nothing. She starts at a knock on the door, goes to open it. Jo is standing there, again holding a tree over her shoulder.

Plot develops: the second tree is a gift, because Michelle might as well get it as the bank. The contract for the tree sales was an /option/ contract, which prevents them from selling to anyone else, but doesn't guarantee the sale. The corporation with the option isn't going to buy the trees, but Helen and Jo can't sell them anywhere else, and basically they get nothing. They'll lose the farm without the year's income. Michelle asks to see the contract and Jo promises to email it to her.

Next day at a very upscale law firm, Michelle asks at the end of a staff meeting if anyone in contract law still needs pro bono hours for the year. No one does, but a senior partner (Abe) takes her to his office and asks about it. She says the contract looks hinky to her ("Is that a legal term?" "Yes.") but contract law's not her thing. He raises an eyebrow and she grins and pulls a sheaf of paper out of her bag and hands it over. He reads it over, then looks up at her. "They signed this?"

More plot develops. Abe calls in underlings--interns, paralegals, whatever--and the contract is examined, dissected, and ultimately shredded (metaphorically). It's worse even than it looks--on January 1st Helen and Jo will have to repay the advanced they received at signing. The corporation has bought up a suspicious number of Christmas tree farms in previous years after foreclosure, etc.

Cut to Abe explaining all this to Helen and Jo while sitting with them and Michelle in a very swanky conference room. The firm is willing to take on the case pro bono, hopefully as a class's action suit for other farmers trapped by the contract--but there's no way it can go to court before January. Which will be too late to save the farm's income for the year. They might get enough in damages to tide them over, but….

After Michelle sees Helen and Jo out, she comes back and asks Abe if there's anything they can do immediately. Abe looks thoughtful for a long moment, then gets a really shark-like grin on his face. "Maybe…."

Cut to Helen wearing a bathrobe, coming into her kitchen in the morning. She looks out the window…and there's a food truck stopped in her driveway. She pulls a coat on over her robe and goes out--two more trucks have pulled up while she does this. Driver of the first truck asks her where they park. Another truck pulls up behind the others. Behind that is a black BMW--Abe rolls down the window and waves. Helen directs the trucks to the empty field/yard next to the house. Abe pulls up next to Helen's car and Jo's truck and parks. He and Michelle get out--Abe wearing a total power suit, Michelle in weekend casual.

The case will be easier if the corporation initially sues them for violating the (uninforcible!) contract, rather than them suing to corporation (damn if I know, but it's movie logic). So they're going to sell the trees now, and rounded up some food trucks and whatnot to draw people in.

Cue montage of Jo and Michelle running around helping people set up while Abe and Helen watch from the kitchen table. The table starts out covered in file folders…and slowly gains coffee cups and plates of cinnamon rolls. It becomes increasingly clear here that Abe and Helen are becoming as close as Jo and Michelle.

Everything gets set up and a very urban, very motley crowd appears--tats and studs and multiracial couples and LGBTQ parents and everything--and everyone is having a wonderful time eating funnel cake and choosing their tree so Jo and a bunch of rainbow-haired elves can cut it for them. At which point someone shows up from the corporation (maybe with a sheriff's deputy?) and starts yelling at Helen, who's running checkout. And suddenly Abe appears from the house and you realize why he's wearing that suit on a Saturday….

Cue confrontation and corporate flunky running off with their tail between their legs, blustering about suing. Cue Jo kissing Michelle. Cue Helen walking over and putting a hand on Abe's shoulder and smiling at her.

I want the lawyers to be the heroes because they are lawyers and know the law. I want a lesbian who lives in the country with her mother. I want urbanites to turn out as a community to help someone who isn't even part of their community. I want Michelle to keep working at her high-power job, loving Christmas and grieving her mother.

#hallmark #anti-hallmark #movie plot

[explode-this]

Garftober day #14! Prompt: Office. I thought of Milton from Office Space (1999), but as awkward as I am, I’m more of a Joanna. Sarcastic, kind of boring, assumed to be a slut for some reason.

Also this is the furthest I’ve ever gotten in a monthlong drawing challenge! ALL HAIL ADHD MEDS

AND GARFIELD

#Garftober #cosmic art #Garfield #garf #Arlene #Garfield fan #office space #Joanna from office space #what a niche tag #‘lumbergh fucked her’

[jessica-marie-baumgartner]

Who here likes good news?

#good news #police #saved #drowning woman #officer joanna tys #hero #heroism #heroic cop

[random-brushstrokes]

William Wood - Joanna de Silva (1792)

Painted at a time of rapidly expanding British colonialism, this is an exceptionally rare independent likeness of an identifiable Indian woman by an eighteenth-century English artist. As identified by her portrait’s inscription, Joanna de Silva was a native of Bengal, in eastern India, and was employed as a nursemaid in the family of an officer with the British East India Company. She later accompanied an orphaned daughter of the family to England, where she sat for this portrait. The sitter wears the delicate Indian textiles that were sought after around the globe in the 1700s. (source)

#William Wood #british art #portrait #1790s

[gabessquishytum]

Dream is the next contestant on the bachelor and he’s so grumpy about it. Desire signed him up and he haaaates it.

His first night he is enamored with a woman named nada and he suggests they just leave now.

She isn’t ready for that level of commitment and leaves.

Then there’s thesally who was really just there to help give her new business some exposure.

And to top it all off Dream’s EX WIFE Calliope is there???

Everything is terrible and by night three Dream is ready to be the grumpiest bachelor ever.

Hob is a producer and while he knows game shows are cheesy and fake he’s really seen people fall in love here and he believes it can happen.

So he makes it his goal to get Dream to actually participate. He has a feeling he can get Dream and calliope to fall in love or maybe Joanna. She and Dream have chemistry.

So behind the scenes he makes Dream a deal: every night they’ll talk and hob will tell Dream love stories that he’s seen on the show. And if he can’t convince Dream to give it a shot after a week, he can quit.

Dream quirks an eyebrow. And agrees. And not just because hob is sexy.

Naturally their first night hob ends up sucking Dream’s cock.

The second night, dream fucks him against a wall—crap hob is in trouble. He’s supposed to help Dream fall in love, not fall in love himself.

*cackles* Dream really would be the worst/best Bachelor ever. And I can TOTALLY imagine Hob busting a gut to try and make a love story happen for Dream... only to accidentally end up becoming that love story himself.

The other contestants are definitely getting a bit suspicious. There are scheduled times where they're supposed to be doing an activity or having a meal, and Dream is... nowhere to be found. The production team start trying to make a feature about how Dream keeps disappearing, but it's kind of inconvenient. How are they supposed to film the content properly when the main star is AWOL? Some of the women in the group are getting so bored that they start hooking up with each other!

Nobody thinks to look for Dream in the producers office on the lot of the bachelor mansion. Why would he be in there? And nobody makes the connection until much later that Hob is also missing whenever Dream can't be found. They just assumed that he was out searching for Dream... they never imagined that he'd be spread-eagled over a desk in the office with his hands bound up in Dream’s silk tie, whining and begging for more as Dream fucked him with torturous precision.

Eventually the other producers, director and the handling team sit Dream down and tell him that if he can't commit to the show properly then it's time to reevaluate whether they can continue filming. And Dream is like "Well, actually, I have an idea..."

Which is how Hob ends up getting put into the show as the "mystery bombshell contestant" half way through the series. Inevitably he and Dream hit it off straight away... there are even some spicy scenes in the pool, when Hob has only been there for 24 hours!

Of course Dream and Hob end up together (as do Calliope and Jo, but that's another story...) and the series is a HUGE hit when it airs. Hob rides Dream’s cock luxuriously as they settle down together to watch - and enjoy the start of a new life together.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

[ronearoundblindly]

'Bedrock and Blueprints' Masterlist

best friends-to-lovers, Ari Levinson x Reader (25k+)

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘 || *** denotes work for all ages

Ari Levinson, now-retired from the Army Special Forces, is your aloof-but-loyal best friend who knows everything about you from the past ten years. What happens when a nomad and chronically planning family woman get together? And what happens when the house is actually falling apart around them?

*Most works under 2k words (longer are labeled).

In The Beginning (origins) ***🌼🔥

Alone Together (Valentine's Day) ***⛈🌼

No, We Aren't (drunk cuddles) 🌼🔥

Saucy (Ari's attraction) 🌼🦆

I Know You (house hunt)*** 🌼

Tension (massage) 🌼🔥🦆

Release (first time) 🔥🦆 (4k)

Drip, Drip, BOOM! (gah, just smut) 🔥🦆

Far & Away (work trip separation)

Oh Dear... (period comfort) *** 🌼⛈

Temper (headcanon humor) *** 🌼

Seventy-Five Days (fake-a-versary) *** 🌼🔥

Post-Nightmare Cuddles *** 🌼⛈

Everything Has Its Place (house decisions) 🌼⛈🦆

Run-In (your ex comes back) 🌼⛈

A Little Rain Indoors (storm cuddles) *** 🌼🔥

Quick and Dirty (Ari sees your hot co-worker) ⛈🔥🦆

Cooking with Ari (headcanon) *** 🌼

An Ass of You and Me (argument) 🌼

Treasure (gifts headcanon) *** ⛈🌼

Joanna (Ari handles your bad friend) ⛈🌼🔥 (3k+)

The Chair Beside Your Bed (hospital visit) *** ⛈🌼

White Musk (massage 2) 🌼🔥🦆

Too Eager (work troubles) ⛈🦆

Loud and Threatening (sick comfort 1) 🌼

Calling From The Office Of... (sick comfort 2) 🌼⛈

Light of My Life (proposal) *** 🌼

The Break and the Birth (when Ari gets sick) *** 🌼

3 + 1 (the name Mrs. Levinson) 🌼🔥🦆

New Parent Panic (Rachel gets sick) ⛈️🌼

New Parent Panic 2 (Ari's POV) ⛈️🌼

To Want and Need A Wife (the name Mrs. again) 🌼🔥🦆

Random headcanons:

"Anniversary" *** 🌼

Thoughts on the future *** 🌼⛈

Bondage, Outdoors, and Water 🔥🦆

[Main Masterlist]

#ari levinson fanfiction #series masterlist #series moodboard #ari levinson x you #ari levinson angst #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson imagine #ari levinson fluff #fluff and romance #fluff and feels #fluff and humor #fluff and smut

[shipwreckedcomedy]

The first look at Shipwrecked Comedy's The Case of the Greater Gatsby - a new audio narrative coming July 26th!

THE CASE OF THE GREATER GATSBY Written and created by Sean Persaud and Sinead Persaud Directed by William J. Stribling Produced by Sean Persaud, Sinead Persaud, and Mary Kate Wiles Recorded by Ears Up Audio and Noah Hunt Audio Edited by Lizzie Goldsmith Music by Dylan Glatthorn

FEATURING Sean Persaud as Ford Phillips and Jimmy Stewart Sinead Persaud as Fig Wineshine Curt Mega as The Announcer Mary Kate Wiles as Vivian Nightingale Matthew Mercer as Officer Mo Beats Brian Rosenthal as Rex Punchwhistle Julia Cho as Sheilah Graham Sarah Grace Hart as Wilhelmina Vanderjetski Dante Swain as Bixby Crane Tommy Hobson as Barnaby Nightingale Lauren Lopez as Penny Nickelpenny Lesli Margherita as Mel Hammermeister Tom DeTrinis as Cliff Calloway Joanna Sotomura as Claudette Knickerbocker Joey Richter as Dash Gunfire

Video edited by Sean Persaud, featuring clips from "The Case of the Gilded Lily," shot by Alex Gallitano

Kickstarted by 921 accomplished sleuths

#the case of the greater gatsby #fig and ford #shipwrecked comedy #sean persaud #sinead persaud #william j stribling #joe stribling #mary kate wiles #dylan glatthorn #lizzie goldsmith #curt mega #matt mercer #matthew mercer #brian rosenthal #julia cho #sarah grace hart #dante swain #tommy hobson #lauren lopez #lesli margherita #tom detrinis #joanna sotomura #joey richter #Youtube

[outtoshatter]

I just felt like putting together a little list of some recently published fics in our not-so-little fandom! I got a TON of help from @missanniewhimsy putting this together, thank you so much!! Some of these are more winter than Christmas but it’s mostly festive! This list got a tiny bit long so I added a cut to make things nice and neat! Please enjoy and maybe leave the authors some love if you can! :D

Krampusnacht, or How Derek and Stiles Got a Kid for Christmas by HisBeloved (6k, T)

When Peter Hale was a child he was almost taken by Krampus.  He's hated Christmas ever since.  This is the year that Krampus returns.

Hale’s Bookish Tales by raisesomehale (5k, E)

The man (who Derek had taken to calling ‘Bambi’ in his head) had arrived at Hale’s Bookish Tales painfully early that morning. Normally when he came in he would sprawl out in the desk under the large bay window up front, but today he’d made a bee-line for the lower level and hadn’t returned to the surface since.

Not even after the mass blizzard alert hit, and all the other customers had fled.

If it wasn’t for Derek’s increasingly unhinged infatuation with the man - and thus over-awareness of his presence - he wouldn’t even have noticed that a customer still remained in his bookshop. But Derek had been carefully watching the stream of customers filing out, and had noticed the glaring absence of one in particular.

give me your heart, darling, for christmas by sterekhale (15k, T)

  "I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for the Christmas party because Joanna's gonna be there!" Stiles shouts as he barges through the door to Derek’s apartment.  

Derek doesn't look up from the book he’s reading. "I see that you're still handling your problems with the same level of maturity." — Stiles wants to convince his ex-girlfriend that he’s totally over her—because he is, he barely even thinks about her anymore—and he needs Derek’s help to do the convincing. He’s just a little oblivious of Derek’s feelings for him.

baby please come home by elisela (5k, G)

Stiles should be happy.

He should be happy, he should be fucking delighted—there’s a bottle of champagne being uncorked, hands being shaken, a too-hearty clap on his back that jolts him forward and causes him to stumble slightly. But the space in his chest that usually burns with the high of a closed deal is hollow, empty, and the twinkling gold Christmas lights one of the secretaries had hung in the office mock him, a depressing reminder that he’s about to be alone for the holidays.

It feels like I don’t know you anymore, was the last thing Derek had muttered to him, standing in the threshold of what had been their apartment, backpack slung over one shoulder and duffle bag strap clenched in his fist. I can’t do this.

Poetry in the Raw by Jmeelee (5k, E)

Derek answers his phone on the second ring.  “What.” No inflection whatsoever.  

“Does the ‘S’ in your middle name stand for Sexy?”

Silence.  Then, “Stiles.”  Still no inflection.  

“I doubt it stands for Stiles, dude.  There can only be one,” he answers in a kick-ass impersonation of The Kurgan.  “But tell me it isn’t, like, Sawyer or Skylar or something equally new-age and white-boy contemporary.”

“How did you get my number?”

OR: 5 times Stiles guesses Derek's middle name +1 time he knows.

All I Want for Christmas Is Brew (And You) by snarkatthemoon (4k, T)

“One spiced hazelnut mocha for the dude with the impressive eyebrows and cute scarf,” he says, handing Derek the cup instead of putting it down on the counter like all the baristas do. Their fingers brush gently, and Derek takes far too long to take the cup from Stiles, their eyes meeting.

Ask him for his number, his brain supplies in a voice which sounds scarily like his sister’s. Stiles raises his eyebrows, their eyes still locked and both still holding the cup.

The second Derek opens his mouth, the moment is broken by one of the other baristas shouting, “Stiles! We could all use a little help here considering we have a line going out the door.”

Stiles pulls his hand away as if he’s been burned, giving Derek a sheepish smile before he turns to get back to work.

Derek heads out past the line of irritated customers, ignoring the dirty looks he’s being given while he curses himself inwardly. Idiot. That voice sounds like his other sister.

.

Or, the one where Derek has a crush on a hot barista with a talent for baking and a questionable taste in festive headwear. Written for the Sterek Secret Santa 2021 gift exchange.

McLinski’s by StaciNadia (3k, G)

Derek is a coffee snob looking for some good coffee, but what he finds is bad coffee jokes and maybe a whole lot more. 

Build A Wolf by PalenDrome (5k, T)

Derek is a romantic. He dreams of finding his mate, of connecting with that special someone who will make his heart swoon.

Easy Wind, Downy Flake by wanderingeyre (16k, E)

The man’s hazel eyes snap with something like anger, his mouth a thin line. “We aren’t open.”

Stiles opens his mouth, gaze sliding from the fire, being cheerful, to the man standing five feet from the fire who looks like he wouldn’t know cheerful if it bit him in the ass. “The snow is bad. I barely made it here. If I try to go over the pass in this weather they’ll find my body at the bottom of the mountain come spring.”

Sock-Stuffed Stockings (and other traditions) by redhoodedwolf (9k, T)

Stiles just wants to make it home in time for christmas, so when traffic is crawling due to an accident on the highway he takes a detour down the back roads, only for his beloved jeep to give out. but doesn’t derek hale live in these woods? stiles hasn’t seen him since they were teenagers, but the gentle guy who opens the door with a kid on his hip is definitely not what he expects from the arrogant dick who ignored him back in high school.

#sterek #fic recs #rec list #christmas 2022 #sterek christmas 2022 #christmas recs #stiles stilinski #derek hale #teen wolf #recent recs #bookstore au #coffee shop #snowed in #winter fics #gia talks

[dustykneed]

Hello artist that I love <3 you're so right Abt Spock having kitten sneezes, he says that Vulcans don't get embarrassed and plays it off but it's hard when Kirk is cooing at him like he's actually a cat. My partner is a big beefy man that sneezes like a kitten and it delights me to no end. Spock is the head science officer, second commander of the ship, sneezing like a kitty cat. His ass is NOT beating the catboy allegations abt Vulcans. I also think bones would have the dad sneeze™ purely on account of him being a father, he didnt sneeze like that before he had Joanna. Anyways love to see you on my dash :)

anon anon anon pspspps i need you to know that that mental image is DELIGHTFUL and you guys are so adorable (⁠つ⁠ˆ0ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡⁠☆

placing this image tenderly onto your doorstep <33 thank YOU (so very much !!) for trusting me with part of your scrunkly space gays fandom experience and the knowledge of your partner's delightful kittycat sneezes and for the sweetest ask ever anon!! it's truly an honor (⁠ ⁠ˊ⁠ᵕ⁠ˋ⁠ ⁠)

#dust talks #thank you so much anon !!! i appreciate you so much<33333 #jim thinks its so cute that spock's sneezes sound like kittens and rainbows

[goodqueenaly]

When making marriage betrothals between houses of different regions, do you think customs and cultural differences are taken into account when arranging these marriages?

Catelyn farred well in Winterfell even though she follows the faith of the seven, was ever a discussion on what faith the children would be raised in?

If Joanna and the Princess of Dorne have betrothed their children, how the arrangement would be handled? Do you think young Elia and Cersei would be sent to live in Dorne and Casterlly Rock respectively to get them prepared for their marriages? Like, when Rhaelle Targaryen and Myrcella were sent to Dorne and Storms End when they were betrothed (for different reasons within the story, but you get the point).

Generally speaking, I’d expect that brides (and this is a patriarchal society, so we’re probably mostly talking about brides) would be expected either to follow the faith of their respective lord husbands and/or to raise their children in the faiths of those respective husbands. It’s worth noting, after all, that there appears to have been no sept at Winterfell prior to Ned building one for Catelyn, despite Starks historically marrying Seven worshipers (more on that in a moment); indeed, I’ve even wondered whether part of the argument against the succession of Sansa and Serena Stark might have been that their mother Jeyne Manderly supposedly raised them to be no-good very-bad Seven worshipers. Recall, too, the horror of young Daella Targaryen, who, learning that she would be expected to say her vows before a weirwood, exclaimed in fear that she would “go to hell” because “they don’t believe in the gods” (emphasis in original). Likewise, Gyldayn reports that courtiers and onlookers distrusted Larra Rogare in part specifically because she “insisted upon keeping her own gods” and “would have no part in the worship of the Seven, nor the old gods of the northmen”; rumors even asserted that while her son Aegon was “anointed with the seven oils” following his birth, Larra “meant to have him blessed by her own gods as well”, adding to the distrust which Larra faced at the court of King’s Landing.

Now, is this true in every single Westerosi marriage? Of course not. As I mentioned, Ned had the sept at Winterfell built specifically for Catelyn, and while virtually all of her children have shown at least some level of reverence toward the old gods, the Starks still acknowledged the potential for worshiping the Seven. Sansa herself admitted at the outset of ACOK that she had historically favored her mother’s gods, and Ned had presented the office of High Septon as one of Bran’s career options when talking to Arya about her brother. On a larger scale, the Andal Invasion featured any number of marriages between Andals and First Men, performed almost literally hand in hand with the conversion of much of Westeros’ population (continental and south of the Neck, anyway) to the Faith of the Seven the Andals had brought to Westeros. Similarly, when Harmund II Hoare wed Lelia Lannister, the king himself promoted a sort of syncretism between the Faith and the religion of the Drowned God, while their son Harmund was raised to be a Faith worshiper. 

As for the logistics of the marriage arrangements imagined by Joanna Lannister and/or the Unnamed Princess of Dorne, it’s very difficult to say. Certainly Oberyn believed that “there was an empty cabin on our ship, a very nice cabin … [a]s if it were intended that we take someone back to Sunspear”, but we don’t know that, even if Tywin had agreed to such a match (and he was never going to, of course), he would have assented to Cersei and/or Jaime sailing back to Dorne with the Unnamed Princess. Nor is it a requirement that a Westerosi bride live with the family into which she is marrying for any amount of time, much less a substantial amount of time, prior to her marriage. Catelyn was betrothed at 12 to Brandon Stark, but had apparently never visited Winterfell before she went to live there (now as the wife of Ned) at the end of Robert’s Rebellion; Lyanna, who had “long been betrothed”, in Yandel’s words, to Robert Baratheon by the outset of Robert's Rebellion, was similarly still living at Winterfell immediately prior to that planned marriage. While it can certainly be politically advantageous to have a bride do so - Rhaelle and Myrcella, as mentioned, representing not just their betrothals but pseudo-hostage-style commitments on the part of the Iron Throne to assuage the wrath of the Baratheons and Martells, respectively - this arrangement is far from standard or expected in all Westerosi marriages.

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