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Wolfie’s Fic Recs | The Grand Library of Kink 1/2

THE GRAND LIBRARY OF KINK - Allow me to give you a list of treats to quench the unbearable thirst between your thighs. 

>> Looking for part 2 of this list? <<

🖐WARNING: NSFW - SMUT below the cut 🖐

Author’s note: Let’s be honest. You probably are prowling the Tumblr grounds for the same reasons I am: there’s some darn good porn fics out here. And in the year I’ve been in the Cavillry, I’ve gathered a most wondrous collection of soft to extremely kinky fics. Time..to make a more comprehensible list of my favourites thusfar! (💦It’s long, so you better have some fresh panties at the ready💦)

In this library you’ll find:

Part 1:

Self-help 101  

Cherry Popping Goodness 

Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys 

Vanilla - Toybox Special 

Henry’s Hands Special

The Hook-up

Part 2:

Sensory Delights

The Triple Threat  

Fuck - The Geralt Special

Take It Like A Pussy - The Napoleon Special 

Hammer-time - The Walker Special 

Cpt. Cunnilingus - The Syverson Special

Thighs And Canes - The Sherlock Special 

Fem!DOM 

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Self-help 101

[This one’s all about the act of self love - solo masturbation]

Toys are for boys. Unless it’s in the bedroom..right? Almost The Same by @lunedelorient  [Henry x Reader]

Mike can’t help himself as his gaze falls upon your lipstick stains on a beer bottle. Where else would he like those stains to be? Lipstick by @emyearns [Mike / reader]

A toy arrives to sweeten the lonely nights when Henry is away. There’s only one minor detail as the package is being unwrapped; she isn’t alone yet. Flying Solo by me [OFC x Henry Cavill]

I love fics written in Henry’s point of view. In this one Henry can’t take it no more. He simply needs to let off some steam; I Need A Woman by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

This man gets caught..a lot, doesn’t he? You give Henry a helping hand as you catch him in the shower in Welcome Home by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

I wasn’t sure whether I should put this in the self-help section. So consider yourself warned: watch out..you’re in for a solo-lovin’ surprise in On Display by @ladyreapermc [August Walker x Reader]

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Cherry Popping Goodness

[There’s a first time for each flower to bloom - loss of vaginal/anal virginity]

The bookstore meet-cute, the skipping heartbeats, and the fluster of cheeks as she just read a steamy passage of her book aloud. It’s the perfect recipe for romance...though there is one tiny, tiny... Her Minor Thing by @ladyreapermc [Henry Cavill x erotica novelist!OFC]

For one night only, gigolo August Walker will make all your fantasies come true. His specialty? Sweet, innocent little flowers. Velvet Chains by @littlefreya [August Walker x reader]

The morning after the cherry popping, a bud starts to bloom. White Honey by @littlefreya [Henry Cavill x reader]

This fic! This. Fic. I hadn’t seen I Capture The Castle when I read this fic, but it made me fall for Stephen so freakin’ hard that I kind of watched the movie straight after. It’s sweet, blushing-cheeks worthy and utterly cinematic. Bluebells by @yespolkadotkitty [Stephen x reader]

August Walker, a virgin? Well..there’s a First Time For Everything by @hope-to-hell [August Walker x reader]

Theseus didn’t mean it to go this way. But he was so thirsty - and now for more then just a drink of water. To Die of Thirst by @hope-to-hell. [Theseus x reader]

It’s Geralt’s first time and isn’t a Witcher body just a fascinating thing..hmm... Anatomy Lessons by @princess-of-riviaa [Geralt x experienced!reader] 

I didn’t know bullet point lists could be this sensual and H.O.T. - First Time w/ Henry by @henchry [Henry Cavill x reader]

GOODNESS ME. Can first times be like this for everyone, please and thank you?! My Flower gives you squirt-inducing, sweet talkin’ Henry making the most out of this special little moment. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Wait till marriage with August? Highly unlikely....right? Uncharted Territory by @chamomilebottom [August Walker x reader]

Now onto some other sanctuaries to plunder. (Anal that is) Poker Night @foodieforthoughts [Syverson x OFC]

Lets @littlefreya’s words entice you into a new world as you and Henry finally pick the Forbidden Fruit (yep, anal again) [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And now we’re on the anal train, I do notice that men barely ever get any backdoor lovin’ from their partners. And I know, I know: most men are really apprehensive about it. But goodness can it be good! Sy has learned of it’s sweetness and reminisces that first time in Sy And The Sex Tape by @hope-to-hell [Syverson x reader]

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Vanilla With A Sprinkling Of Sex Toys

[Couple’s sex with just a touch of kink] 

Let’s start with a game. Written in the language of love (French that is), this enticing bit of foreplay gets the blood streaming alright. Invisible Touch by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is it time for my favourite poetic foreplay fic?! YES it IS! Ode by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether just does something for me and I can simply not explain - just go ahead and read it and see for yourself! [Henry Cavill x reader] 

The key to good sex, is foreplay. And teasing during an event? You bet your  sweet ass you can get Henry riled up. Tease by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Ready for some myrrh mountain-esque, super indulgent eroticism? Read Confessions by @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x reader]

Birthday sex

What do you give a man who has it all, for his birthday? A little boudoir, a little make-out on the couch and...Happy Birthday by @rosethornsanddaisies [Henry Cavill x reader]

Apparently boudoir pictures for Henry’s birthday is on y’alls mind! A Picture’s Worth by @sunflowersstan gives you a belated birthday present - but that definitely should not spoil the fun. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home (coming)

For once, Henry is forgiven for his ungodly early alarm clock: it’s beach time! And Kal will be there too. Home by @chamomilebottom [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry, unfortunately, isn’t always home. In fact, he’s away quite a lot. Meaning it’s all the important to make up for lost time: Welcome Home by @geralt-of-baevia [Henry Cavill x reader]

And what’d you do if he finally comes home, but an impromptu surprise party is organised by his friends? Better Keep Quiet, baby. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Does that come with side effects? When a 200 pound beast tackles you after coming home, you just might feel it in the next few days. Lust Worthy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

Home is also domestic goodness ( “Can I, baby?” He whispers against your cheek, placing a soft kiss to it, his eyes searching to meet yours. >> I mean..YES YOU CAN!! DO WHATEVER YOU MUST YOU HUNK OF A BEAR 😩) in this sweet ficseries chap by @lovelycavills: The Night [Henry Cavill x reader]

Tropes to lovers 

Friends to lovers trope, anyone? Of Fck It by @tillthelandslide gives you beers on the couch, friendly banter and then WOOPSIEDOODLIEDOO. [Henry Cavill x reader]

More friends to lovers with one accidental wet dream while lounging on the couch with Henry. Dreaming by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps PA/boss to lovers? Thunder by @toomanystoriessolittletime gives you Henry in full Geralt gear and rain..lots and lots of rain - meaning it’s time for a ..😏break. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

One more PA story to get the storm in your pussy settled. Years after working for Henry, you send a drunk text and he Answers. In the flesh. By @toomanystoriessolittletime [Henry Cavill x reader]

Audio porn

Another thing I got quite attached to while I learned all about my kinks here on Tumblr, is audio porn. And what better than to have Henry do some audio recording for us thirsty women? Erotic Audios Present... By @thetaoofzoe [Henry Cavill x OFC]

More audioporn!Henry? @toomanystoriessolittletime has got you covered with Talk Dirty To Me, starring photographer Henry who has had.. a bit of a past - and doesn’t his voice sound terribly familiar? 🧐[au!Henry Cavill x reader]

Communication

Smutty fics practically always skip the “So what do you actually like”-part. Well. This fic covers it - and then some. The Interview by @peachyvulpixie. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And communication is very - very important. Especially when moving stuff around, right Henry? A Little Bit To The Left by @lunedelorient [Henry Cavill x OFC] 

Communication is also key when you want to decide on sub/dom dynamics. Switch has daddy vibes, but in a domestic, confidential, well-established relationship. By @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader] 

Or, you may just want to tell sweet Henry that it’s definitely okay to get a little louder between the sheets. Express Yourself by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

A thrilling ride

Want to “chose your own adventure” in smutty style? @sciapod’s got just the thing you’re looking for with BD Morning Energy  [Henry Cavill x reader]

Sometimes it’s rough, sometimes it’s sweet, but ever and ever; it’s truly Henry. Read about various types of horny Henry in Shapeshifter by @wanderinglunarnights [Henry Cavill x reader]

Body/orgasm insecurity

This was a very personal piece to write. I have difficulty reaching orgasms, especially with a partner, so for all fellow ladies with the same little problem: Henry is here to give you some Riding Lessons between the sheets. [Henry Cavill x OFC]

And I’m so, so glad that there’s at least a few of you here on Tumblr who can also get a little worried and even impatient between the sheets. Thankfully Henry is the posterboy of Patience, ready to unravel you piece...by.. delicious..piece. By @captainbigdy [Henry Cavill x OFC] 

Nipple love

Female nips get all the lovin’. But male nipples? Not often. Tease by @the-soot-sprite will make sure that is taken well taken care off. [Henry Cavill x reader]

Alright, and now for a little female nip-nip action, let’s dive right into the action. Rough lovin’, shovin’ Cavill is showing you how terribly fucked out he can get you in In My Thoughts by @jolly-polly [Henry Cavill x reader]

Horizontal vs. vertical sex 

Shower sex is such a delectable topic to read about (even though in real life it’s usually awkward and impractical). Let your dreams bring you..after workout Showers with Henry by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

Or perhaps honeymoon shower sessions? Mirror by @tillthelandslide [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Did someone say honeymoon? Marshall remembers having to climb through that darn window the night before he married you and it makes for a super sweet, domestic fluffy smutty sex scene. And did I mention there was family right at the other side of the door? 👀 Locked by @fourmarkdove [Marshall x reader]

After all that working out it’s time for some food. But what would Henry prefer: ragu or you? What’s Cooking by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

Netflix and Chill

Netflix and chill, anyone? This Movie Night becomes a little steamy 💦 by @writingforhenry [Henry Cavill x reader]

It’s really difficult to watch tv with Henry around, and Freya gets a little frustrated with his incessant teasing; can a woman not just watch some Mindhunter in peace, damnit?! The Refund by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Play-time! 

From game play to girlfriend play during an extremely boring day in lockdown. Confined by @darklydeliciousdesires [Henry Cavill x reader]

More game chair smuttiness? It’s Game on! Mic on! - And ..Eh.. wait..what?! By @thecavillchronicles [Henry Cavill x reader]

Is tickle-play a thing? After a long day where everything seems to have gone wrong, you just need a good shag and Mike will make sure you can Sleep soundly tonight. @emyearns [Mikey x reader]

Alright, it’s a thing. Here’s some more tickle play with Marshall. Laughing During Sex by @promptandpros [Marshall x reader]

Hereby I declare that hairplay is also a thing. And with curls like Henry’s..I mean..come on. Love So Soft gives you dry-humping like horny teenagers after a bad day - and yes..hairplay. By @princess-of-riviaa [Henry Cavill x reader]

Needy Henry

Sad sky eyes are in dire need of some medicine, but Rose doesn’t realise until she’s getting some action for herself that the best medicine for Henry’s malady, is probably not watery soup. In Morbus Et Salus by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Drunk Henry is in need of a midnight snack. And it’s a good thing there just happens to be one in his bed. Drunk In Love by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

And the next morning he might just be a really, really needy bear. (My boyfriend, for one, is always EXTRA horny when he is hungover 😂) Five More Minutes by @angrythingstarlight [Henry Cavill x reader]

A few more

And five minutes is probably all you get when you have kids. But it just makes these little mommy and daddy moments all the more sacred. Close To You by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

There’s also not a lot of time when you’re in a limo, trying to get your groove on. 🎶Driver roll up the Partition pleaseee 🎶by @fanficsrusz [Henry Cavill x reader]

Now to finish off this vanilla segment: vanilla kisses! Lick Me Till Icecream by @the-soot-sprite [Henry Cavill x reader]

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Vanilla - Toybox Special 

[A special toy segment for you vanilla(ish) lovers] 

When it’s play time - long work day or no - Henry better be prepared for some frisky business. On Purpose by @wanna-do-bad-things (also hell yes for including some toys!) [Henry Cavill x one very frustrated OFC]

More toys? MORE TOYS! Command And Obey brings you dom!Henry being a terrible teasing ass, but alas..it still gets you all kinds of wet *shrugs* By @wanna-do-bad-things [Henry Cavill x reader]

Perhaps need some dom!Clark instead? With toys? We’ve got you covered. By @poledancingdinos [Clark x OFC]

Now, let’s not forget about Henry’s favourite toy of them all. His bike. In Good Vibrations by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x reader]

You find Henry pleasing himself with something you didn’t even know he owned; a fleshlight. Henry’s Toy by @viking-raider [Henry Cavill x reader]

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Henry’s Hands Special 

[I can’t be the only one who has the hots for hands]

Having a bad day? Talented fingers belonging to one caring man of a Henry are here to let off your steam. Burn The Couch by @meowpurrbooks [Henry Cavill x reader]

I’m glad I’m not the only one who has a complete and utter obsession with male hands. This fic is amazing in every way. It’s got suspense, hands AND Henry; Idle Hands by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

More handsy stuff is offered in this private drawing session. Draw Me With Your Fingers by @emelinelovesjc [Henry Cavill x OFC!author]

This fic? ..it’s hands-on work. I must give a disclaimer: I’m hard to please when it comes to daddy!fics, but this one I truly enjoyed. It perfectly rides (hehe) the fine balance between rough throat fucking, choking and usage of the endearing nickname ‘little fawn’. Hands by @twhstuckylover [Henry Cavill x reader]

Henry’s hands are here to warm you up on a cold day in Finger Work by @yoursecretsmutblog [Henry Cavill x reader]

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The Hook-up

[A little less established, a little more messy. But definitely h-o-t-h-o-t-h-o-t]

Changing rooms may just hide a Dirty Secret (and crotchless pantyhoses) by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x OFC]

Being toyed around, Henry can’t stand it any longer - and goodness where did he leave that darn bowtie?! Caught In The Storm by @thelastsock [Henry Cavill x Reader]

Syverson is also not one who likes to be toyed around with, especially when you’re in the same bar wearing that deliciously short dress and his favourite high heels. Mine by @yoursecretsmutblog [Syverson x reader]

Dancefloor delights and popping buttons (is this a good time to admit I have ripped some shirts like that? *woops* 😅) - this quite exhibitionistic fic is an utter delight and I’m Glad You Came  by @foodieforthoughts [Henry Cavill x reader]

Since this is steady-hook-up I wasn’t sure whether to post it in this segment or the Vanilla segment, but ..yea..it definitely deserves a read! Rules Of Engagement has Em and Henry coming to the realisation that a friendly hook-up isn’t all that easy. Especially not when one foul IUD throws baby dust in their busy lives. By @ladyreapermc​ [Henry Cavill x OFC] 

Marshall specials 

An old friend/lover shows up just when you find yourself with the predicament of a broken down car. Before you know it you’re having car sex with one curly haired police officer in..yea..a police car. A Perfect Shitty Day by @toomanystoriessolittletime [Marshall x reader]

OOPH you girls are in it for the Walter hook-ups. Forget That Asshole follows up after you had one particularly disappointing blind date. And thankfully a blue eyed sweater-bear-man is there to provide you some much needed consolation.  By @penwieldingdreamer [Marshall x reader]

Sex on set

On set things might just get a little steamy, so might as well take ..*clip scene* ACTION! Touch Me Tease Me by @deathonyourtongue [Henry Cavill x OFC]  

More on-set delights? Perhaps with a touch of embarrassing nerves? Directed By La Petite Mort by @wolvesandhoundshowltogether [Henry Cavill x reader]

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Artworks/edits are mine ❤️And as always: if you have more fic recs to add, share them in your reblogs/comments! 

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[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S5 Ep 20: Yugi’s Senshi Outfit

So I’ve been doing a lot of work, and I haven’t looked at the blog for a hot minute and when I finally checked back in to do these posts I noticed something on my tumblr was just blowing up. I got all excited thinking “oh shoot, Did I draw something right??” and instead, it was a random post I made about the bootspants from season 1. Three years later, resurrected from the grave and covered in...thousands of notes? I don’t understand how this website works.

Anyways, the comments are mostly good, but a little bit wild. A lot of people seem to think I would know what Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure is, when I’m an adult who is still watching the first 5 seasons of Yugioh. (I will never have time to watch Jojo,) and then some other people started talking about Actual Card Mechanics that went...completely beyond my comprehension. But then there was one person. One person who said one thing, and brought it all together.

Poots.

The boots that are pants.

Poots.

I can’t believe I looked at all the different combinations, but a Poots never crossed my brain.

It is so perfect, so cathartic, although it took 3 years to get there.

Poots.

Anyways, we’re in S5 and unfortunately not in poots anymore, Yugi is now dressed in a tupperware container from hell and they have wandered into a desert. On cue, Grandpa has an injury, but at least this time it’s not his ass.

You know how there’s artists who do hyper-realistic versions of pokemon monsters with detailed bone structure and muscle anatomy? I dare them to look at this orb and tell me how the hell it has wings. Like go ahead and try and pin a spine down on that thing. I’ll wait.

(read more under the cut)

So Joey decides to sprint down this endless desert with just boundless positivity.

Over the edge of this sand dune is a whole bunch of huts,just random civilization out in the middle of no where.

One girl walks over and it’s a look.

She’s really the only one here who can talk, and she just seems...so incredibly bored to be here. A whole lot of Wednesday Addams energy. She leads them into a hut where an old guy pulls a scroll out of blue fire. As you do.

Again, this arc should have been a video game, because while it’s something to get the player interested if there’s some riddle they have to solve to progress, when you’re watching a TV show, it’s not like I’m the one solving the riddle. The format is honestly one of the downers of this arc, tbh.

It has strong “I played a D+D sesh and made a webcomic out of it vibe” and I know I just called out like half of you, but listen, I will not take it back.

This episode, our gimmick is some asshole is going to be yelling at us from the other end of the map, just shouting in the background for the entirety of the episode like that tangible human skull meme.

Then Wednesday Addams hands over yet another MacGuffin because why not?

Tea can twin it up with Yugi now. Her necklace doesn’t seem haunted, but it’s only a matter of time. (also her necklace looks so freakin terrible, we’ll see it later and I’ll have a lot more to say because wtf it looks like some sort of polly pocket.)

I’m not 100% that the voice that shouts at us from the end of the hall this episode is Mokuba’s voice actress. But I’m 99% positive it is, or Mokuba’s voice is just really that type of vibe.

Stuff happens, and it felt like card duel stuff, so I’m gonna skip over the part where they pulled out their duel monsters one by one, since the fight was pointless anyway because the worms can turn you into stone. So Yugi and Pharaoh decide to have a chat about it because their plan is clearly not working.

This is when Pharaoh has a vivid lucid daydream, which seems like something that would have been more convenient before he ended up turning into stone on the floor of some desert. But, hallucinations never come when they’re convenient on this show. They usually come during card games, tbh.

Imagine with me that you’re dreaming of like...an old ass greek guy who is 99% Alexander the Great. Imagine he tells you to fuse with a sentient paper card that you already carry around in a weird capsule.

Please

For the love of all that is holy

Do not think about what it means to fuse with the Dark Magician.

Dark Magician is...he “exists” but he’s like not even a person. There seem to be whole fleets of dark Magicians, which are all the same guy, just cloned, right? Or maybe they’re a family? Or like...I don’t freakin know. Like they’re all hanging out together in some card dimension so it’d be more like fusing with the guy who dresses like Barney the dinosaur instead of actually Barney. Like he’s more of like a concept than a dude, but apparently you can just introduce him to your...whatever this armor is supposed to be, and Dark Magician turns into a Super Suit.

I want to express my thanks to the Yugioh team for not putting Yami in his underoos. Hell, they didn’t even take off his jacket. I do not know what art directer ok’d this for animation and said “yeah, this won’t kills us if we animate it.” but that is a hell ton of lines and design right there. Yeah they have 3d, and probably had to 3d that staff...but that doesn’t mean you don’t end up drawing it, in the end--you still have to draw over your 3d. You still have to draw literally everything.

Anyway, when we get to the eye of the storm. The secret to getting there was that you have to fly, which again--3/5 of these guys already have a monster that can fly. We can finally tell the voice at the end of the hall to stop yelling because it’s really bothering all the townspeople, and then move on with the quest.

Everyone else was stone during this. So when they un-petrified they kinda looked over at Yugi and were like “how freakin long was I out???”

But youknow, Yugi’s 2 people, so it’s fine. So long as you don’t get down to the third bastard still sitting around in there.

After this, our NPCs vanish, and the show pushes us directly forward. No time for them to piss off a land turtle or set a bunch of wolves on fire. Just get out of the desert and freakin go.

I’m just so bothered by this random ass huge chunky necklace.

It’s like the size of your freakin fist. And it’s just...a pentagon. Congrats Tea, you have a fake ass plastic necklace. I guess it’s so that when we’re far away we can still see it on her chest but like...This show loves huge ass necklaces, and they’re all basic ass shapes. We got a pyramid, the Kaiba’s wear squares, Bakura wears a circle with kind of phallic bits hanging off of it and this is just...it’s literally just a pentagon.

I guess Ishizu wore a wadjet and Duke has an indecipherable clown as his necklace. But man...the Yugioh necklace game is just a lot of shapes.

And so we continue on with this filler arc, which is also a pokemon arc, and even secretly has a Sailor Moon arc just stuffed in there for funsies. This arc is weird.

Also, I brought up the human skull so I legally have to post this.

Anyway, here’s a link to read these in chrono order, in case you just got here: https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And I’m off to drink a bin of ice water because it is 5 billion degrees right now in this house.

#ygo #yugioh #yu gi oh #episode recap #photo recap #S5 #Ep 20 #yugi muto #yami #grandpa muto #tea gardner #and her new accessory #tristan taylor #joey wheeler #and that time that Yami fused with dark magician and we all acted like that wasn't extremely weird

[peakysabrina]

Dark Horse: chapter 9

So! Warning for like a makeout? So it’s like slightly NSFW. Nothing crazy tho. I promise. 

Sure, Gigi is in mortal peril, and that needs to be worked out, but it’s also super obvious her and Ada have like... chemistry. Hence the warning. 

The physician who was called shook from top to bottom, having been draggen to Polly Gray's home under the threat of Isaiah Jesus' shotgun. Neither the preacher's son nor the good doctor were aware of who it was who needed medical care, and only the latter one was allowed inside the home, and inside the guest bedroom. The patient had to be the blonde girl who laid on the bed, either sleeping, passed out, or dead already; covered in soot, it was hard to make out any other features.

"She inhaled a lot of smoke" Polly Gray informed, hand over her mouth. Philip Morris, the doctor, knew the lady fairy well, and couldn't say that he'd ever seen her as worried as she was now. "And she sometimes wakes up, but can't really speak"

"Does she look confused when she comes to?" Morris asked, approaching the patient and seeing that some efforts had been made to clean the afflicted girl, and there had been the common sense to open the windows, so that fresh air could come into the room. 

"I wouldn't say confused, no. She does have a hard time breathing, though, and seems to be in pain" Polly replied, making the doctor nod. Those symptoms were to be expected, as was the shallow breathing he could hear.

"Hm... Well, the first thing we need is some oxygen, but for that we need a..."

"Polly! Polly, I need help with this!" a voice shouted from what seemed to be front door. Following suit, both Polly and Morris went down the stairs, where none other than Ada Thorne stood, after seemingly have dragged a full cannister of oxygen, with what looked like a hose and a mask. 

"We need one of those, that's what I was about to say" doctor Morris completed, looking mildly concerned with the presence of a medical device outside of a hospital or GP practice. However, it shouldn't be surprising that a Shelby had access to whatever they needed, but it was strange that Ada knew such a thing existed and would be needed. "Let's get it upstairs" he prompted, deciding not to comment on it. 

"I shouted at a few nurses and pointed a gun at them until they gave me it" Ada commented, as if it was completely normal and not at all noteworthy. Polly nodded, as the three of them made their way to the guest bedroom. The girl, whoever she was, was still sleeping, and doctor Morris went to work setting up the machine, to hopefully save a life that day. 

"Did it work? Gigi? Gigi?" Ada Thorne let out the second the mask was on the girl's face. Morris did appreciate having a name for his patient, although Gigi was atrocious. "Gigi! Wake up, love!"

"Mrs. Thorne, she needs to take in a good dose of it before we can see any improvement" the doctor explained, breathing deeply. "We'll leave the mask for about an hour, and then we'll see how she feels, and if she needs some more of it to clear out her lungs" 

"Fine. Thank you, doctor" Polly even made an effort to smile, but rushed the doctor out quickly, advising him that he was to tell no one about what he'd gone to her house for, under the threat of consequences he would not appreciate. 

Ada, on the other hand, had not cared at all that a medical professional, or anyone else, had been to see Gigi. She knew enough about human anatomy to know that oxygen would help someone breathe, and that seemed to be Gigi's main issue at that moment. As to how she got her hands on oxygen, it was also pretty easy; if needed she was ready to go to the ends of the earth to get whatever Georgia needed. 

"Hey love, I'm back. You alright? Is the mask too tight?" Ada asked, taking Gigi's hands into hers, resuming their positions before she'd left for the hospital. Of course, there was no response, but at least something was being done. There was no way to tell whether the poor girl was sleeping or passed out, but there was a heartbeat, which Ada checked obsessively. 

"She's not going to die if you eat something" Polly chuckled from the door, trying not to smile too widely. "Or have some tea"

"Not hungry" her niece replied, brushing some stray hair from Gigi's face, as carefully and lovingly as she could. "I hate seeing her like this"

"I do too" Pol agreed, leaning on the doorway. "I did wish to see you and her together, but not like this"

"Why did you? I myself didn't realise how I was starting to feel about her until I found her there" Ada admitted, hating herself just a bit. She'd had three weeks to come to terms with what had started to bloom the first night Gigi appeared in her life, but she had ignored all of it. 

"I have my ways. Not to mention Gigi may have told me in great secrecy she had feelings for you" Polly confessed, opting for staying by the door, to take in the complete picture before her, equal parts beautiful and sad. 

"She did? Well, she... Gigi told me... back at the camp..." Ada stuttered, trying to decide whether she wanted to share that information, or if she wanted to keep that memory to herself. 

"And what did you say to that?"

"I told her I was falling in love with her, and she told me she already was in love with me" 

There was no point in hiding that information from Polly, was there? Love wasn't really something to be afraid of, or embarrassed by. As for the precious memory involved, Ada refused to believe those words were the last thing Gigi would say and hear. There would be time for them to say it, to feel it, to discover what it meant for a future that seemed uncertain. 

"We'll have to find a way to hide her, and probably get her away from here without Tommy knowing" Polly reminded, going from the door to the window, and looking out to the back garden. There were Blinders somewhere around there, but she knew from experience that they couldn't hear them from that distance. 

"Do you think he'll still want to..."

"Do you think Gigi will suddenly change her mind when she's well enough to walk by herself?" Polly asked, lighting a cigarette. "Her father will still be dead, and it will still be Tommy who's to blame for employing him" 

"You're right. Fuck, Pol; what do we do?" 

"I don't know. But I think that the best option would be to get her back to Swansea, or to travel with one of her sisters. Let Tommy believe she's really gone" Polly admitted, breathing as deeply as she could. Of course, her heartbreak was lessened by a daughter she couldn't keep close; another loss for her already extensive list. Letters would have to sufice, and that was already better. 

"I know" Ada sighed, conflicted between brain and heart. It was too dangerous to keep Gigi around, it could threaten her life again, but damn it she didn't want to let go. The thought alone hurt, and it was all because of Tommy. Tommy had gotten them into this mess, had gotten Aberama Gold killed, which in turn had lit the fire of vengeance in Gigi. Between the two of them, there could only be one outcome: death. "What if she came back to London with me?" 

"And have to hide for the rest of her life? Looking over her shoulder, thinking about what might happen if she lets down her guard?"

"Thinking about what might happen to you and your children when he tries to get to me?" Gigi asked, having managed to take off the mask, and even attempt to sit up. Ada's face lit up with a smile as she helped her sit, a sigh of relief loud and clear. 

"How do you feel? Better?" Ada asked, hands on Gigi's cheeks, examining every inch of her skin, and then slooking straight into her eyes. "Does anything hurt, can you breathe?"

"I'm fine, I'm alright, I feel great" Gigi chuckled, albeit a bit breathless from the effort of sitting up. "I don't know where I am right now, but I have to go before Tommy finds out and hurts you" 

"You're not going anywhere" Polly ordered, chucking her cigarette and closing the window. "You need to rest, and you need to recover before you do anything. Tommy won't find out anything, and we need time to think about where it would be safest"

"Swansea. Swansea is safest" Gigi argued, looking around. "I know the rest of them are dead, they couldn't have survived, I remember their trailers on fire. But I've more people loyal to me in Wales, and Tommy wouldn't dare go that far"

"He would, Georgia. You don't know him like we do. He thinks his life's in danger, and he will stop at nothing to get rid of you. He's got resources, he's got..." Ada explained, sadly aware that Gigi would have to leave the country, and never come back. 

"Well, he's right. His life is in danger. He tried to kill me, and killed people I cared about. I'm willing to go back to Swansea, to my home, to make sure the heat dies down. But I can't guarantee I won't be back to finish what needs to be done" Gigi informed, her eyes darkening significantly. It was impossible to doubt her, her expression provided all the proof that she would, indeed, stop at nothing to see Thomas Shelby die. "What I refuse to let happen is him finding out you helped me get away, and doing something to hurt you"

"What about me, eh? What about me? You'll go back to fucking Swansea, and leave me here? And then what? After what you said, after what I said? Does that mean absolutely nothing?" Ada spat, in a tone that surprised Gigi. She sounded beyond cross, she sounded furious, betrayed. "Fuck, I sound like a teenager. I sound like a brat"

"You don't, actually. You sound like I want to sound, and you're saying what I want to say" Gigi admitted, lowering her eyes to their intertwined fingers. "I don't want to go, and it's absolutely my fault that we're in this situation. I should never have come here"

"Don't say that, that's not true and you know it" Ada responded, dismissing those hurtful words. "We would never have met if you hadn't come, and I would've never fallen for you"

"Well yes, but this? This situation we're in? I can't... Ada, I can't give you anything but trouble. I want to, I desperately want to give you the world, settle into a little cottage in the middle of the Brecon Beacons and kiss you every day for the rest of my life, play with your kids, go get wood for our fireplace, sleep by your side... but I can't. You've a business, you've a job, and your brother would never let us have a normal life" Gigi confessed, with tears gathering at the corner of her eye. "Believe me, I want to be with you, more than anything in this world..." 

Ada never knew how that sentence would end, because she found herself moving forward to kiss Gigi as hard as she could, knocking the oxygen right out of both their lungs. Gigi kissed back, fueled by the energy she'd gained in the last hour, and by the absolute pleasure of feeling her beloved's lips on her, her tongue in her mouth. Out of the blue, but as welcome as sunshine after a rainy day, Ada moved so that her body could be on top of Gigi's, deepening the kiss, destroying any awareness of the outside world. Polly was long gone, reading the room as one she didn't belong in any longer, so they were alone, and free to get rid of their clothes, carelessly throwing them on the floor, anxious to feel closer. 

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #ada shelby #polly gray

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Growing Up A Shelby - Chapter 1: 1899

Chapters: one two three /?

Chapter Summary: A school day in 1899. Arthur and John are as crazy as ever, Tommy's tired and Polly needs a drink.

Notes: The biggest thank yous to the amazing @twistedrunes for giving the best advice and inspiring me to write again, and the wonderful @whentommymetalfie for all your lovely support and encouragement, including your TED talk style motivational messages (!!!), I’m blown away by you both & have never felt so welcomed. I hope you don’t mind me gifting this to you as a little thank you <3

Words: 6,480 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15542805/chapters/36081438

Warnings: moderate description of violence/abuse from a parent to child, corporal punishment, bullying, underage drinking

It was a bright autumn morning in Watery Lane. The sun was shining through the thin grey haze of factory smoke, the air was crisp and cool, and all Polly wanted to do was relax in a hot bath with a glass of whiskey and a good book. Unfortunately, she lived in the Shelby household, which today meant she was rudely awoken by John, who burst into her bedroom at 7am demanding breakfast and his own gun.

Once she’d dragged herself out of bed and dressed, she prayed and collected Ada from the cot in the corner of her room, filling a bottle of milk. Ada babbled quietly, waving her tiny fists around and yawning widely as she awoke. Polly spent a few moments cooing over the chubby toddler, twirling her short curly hair, before the sound of breaking glass silenced John’s laughter from the boy’s room.

“It wasn’t me” said John, the second she entered, balancing Ada on her hip as she surveyed the broken lamp and the glass strewn across the floor. Arthur was looking equally guilty, but Tommy was still, somehow, fast asleep, curled up under his thin green blanket. She glared at the pair of them.

“We can’t afford another one” she said frankly, keeping her voice low so not to startle Tommy awake; it was rare he slept through the night. Too many ideas in that head of his. “You’ll have to sleep in the dark” she threatened, without any real conviction. John still hated sleeping in the dark, not that he’d ever admit it. Polly would undoubtedly lend them her lamp, until they could scrape enough pennies together. Their room was shadowed, not helped by the dark wallpaper, and crowded, with three beds stuffed into a place meant for one and little room for anything else.

“Sorry Aunt Pol” said Arthur, chewing his bottom lip. “I was just practising for tonight. I’ll get some work and pay for a new one” he promised, looking pointedly at John.

“Sorry” said John, pouting. Polly rolled her eyes, muttering about Arthur’s bloody boxing match, and hurried them to dress for school and fetch a broom for the glass before one of them put their foot in it. She sat on the edge of Tommy’s bed and stroked through his long hair softly, letting Ada crawl over to her brother.

“Tommy” she said, “time to wake up”. He shifted and lent towards her touch, mumbling under his breath. “Tommy” she repeated, shaking his shoulder, “time for school”. Tommy opened his eyes blearily, attempting to sit up, before groaning and flopping back down. Ada giggled and copied him, lying down on his bed. Polly ran her fingers lightly over Tommy’s side making him squeak and wriggle. She relented, laughing, and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Morning. Time to get up” Polly said, attempting to smooth down his ruffled hair.

“Tommy” said Ada, holding her arms out. Tommy pulled his sister into his lap and hugged her, jiggling her up and down to her delight. Polly smiled, before leaving the room and scooping up John, who was playing with a toy horse on the landing.

“Horse” he said, holding the toy up for her inspection.

“Yes. Let’s get you ready” she said, grabbing a clean shirt and trousers from the basket on landing.

An hour later, chaos had descended on the household. Arthur was drinking his father’s whiskey straight from the bottle, Ada had thrown up all over Polly’s shirt, Polly had been up and down the stairs more times than she could count and still hadn’t managed to get the boys dressed and ready for the day, made breakfast or shouted at her brother.

Arthur Senior had staggered into the house around 8am, still drunk from a night at the Garrison and a local brothel, reeking of substances and loudly proclaiming his love for a certain part of a woman’s anatomy. Polly got the ‘shout at brother’ task off the to-do list pretty quickly. Arthur was too inebriated to argue back, and lurched into his office, slamming the door behind him and promptly sliding to the floor. It was hopeless trying to organise anything in this house, and Polly silently despaired over her nephews’ future if they couldn’t even get themselves dressed and out the door at a reasonable hour. Arthur Jnr started cursing loudly, and Polly ran upstairs to find him clutching his foot, blood trickling down his big toe after stepping on the glass that he hadn’t cleaned up.

Her irritation grew further when she saw that Tommy was still in bed. She shook his shoulder hurriedly, Tommy barely stirring, before dragging Arthur downstairs and wrapping his toe in a strip of cloth. In the meantime, John had seemingly decided that Polly’s heels would make excellent school shoes, and was gripping onto the banisters determinately as he shuffled along. She picked him up, shoes dropping to the floor with a clunk, and sent him to collect their school bags from God knows where.

“Come on boys, out” she said, glancing at the clock. “You’re fifteen minutes late!”. It was no wonder.

“I’m ready!” defended Arthur, trying to stuff his arm into Tommy’s jacket, despite it not having fit him for years. Once Polly pointed this out, he found his own jacket and shrugged it on, grinning sheepishly.

“I’m ready too!” said John from where he was crouched on the floor, trying (and failing) to balance a dozing Ada on his toy horse, school bags scattered around his feet. Arthur confiscated his sister.

“Right, Arthur, John, out the door now. And where’s Tommy? Tommy!” Polly called, empty jacket dangling from her hand.

“Tommy was awake really late in the stables” said John in a singsong voice, running in a circle around the others. Arthur rounded on him, aiming a kick but missing spectacularly, probably due to the mouthfuls of whiskey he swigged earlier. Ada yawned and shifted in his arms, but thankfully remained quiet, Polly couldn’t take anymore racket right now.

Frustration set in as she thought about Tommy. Sleeping out in the pasture, under the stars and Curly’s supervision was one thing, but being out in the Small Heath streets late into the night was dangerous. Drunks, criminals, and worse roamed from pub to pub, women advertising their trade at every street corner. Sick covered the ground until it was washed away by driving rain, leaving Tommy soaked and shivering as it dripped through the wooden panels of the stable. She’d warned him countless times, yet he continued to risk his neck to spend hours with those bloody horses; resulting in deep purple under his eyes and a sore backside when she found out about it. She couldn’t live with herself if anything happened to him. Jane couldn’t take it.

“Don’t be a fucking rat” Arthur said, glaring at John, who had ratted him out on more times than his dignity could take.

“Arthur, language” Polly warned, snapping out of her thoughts and marching up the stairs, not stopping to wonder how John knew Tommy had been awake past his bedtime. The phone rang from the office, and Polly groaned, descending the stairs again to answer it; it wouldn’t do for her brother to ruin what little business they had with his drunkenness.

“Get your brother ready” she pointed a finger at Arthur as she passed.

“Tommy! Get down here you lazy bastard” Arthur called.

“Lazy bastard!” copied John.

“God’s sake” said Arthur. “What the bloody hell is taking him so long? And you’re not ready John, where are your books?” he inquired, peering into John’s empty bag.

“Oh no” said John, dashing off again through the house to look for them.

“And you’re not wearing a jacket!”.

Like Ada, Tommy had dozed off again during all the ruckus. However, unlike his little sister, Tommy had school. John ran into their room, jumping on his brother’s bed and shaking him awake, his retrieved school books digging into Tommy’s side. Tommy groaned and pushed him off, rolling over and pulling the blanket over his head. Sneaking out to the stables to brush and play with the horses at night had become a habit, one he usually got away with, but at 6am that morning Tommy had crept into the house to find John grinning at him from the top of the stairs. Tommy thought brotherly love and a boiled sweet would keep him quiet, but at this age, John was notorious for tattling, and he should have known better than to expect his brother to keep his mouth shut.

“Tommy!” John cried. “Let’s go!” he whined impatiently when Tommy remained still.

“Boys!” said Polly from the hallway. John shoved at Tommy once more before his thundering footsteps sounded down the creaky stairs. “Thomas! Up!” yelled Polly, catching John and trying to wrestle her wriggling nephew into a blazer. Tommy finally appeared at the top of the landing, hair curly and mussed from sleep, rubbing his eyes blearily. “You’re not even dressed” sighed Polly, raising her eyes to the heavens and releasing John, who promptly grabbed his horse toy and ran off again. Another glance at the clock sent Polly hurtling up the stairs, grabbing Tommy’s upper arm and handing him clean clothes from the basket on the landing. Tommy turned away to dress, but something caught Polly’s eye, and John’s earlier claims were proved correct.

“Let me see your feet” she demanded. Tommy looked around, guilt written across his face. She’d bathed all the children the night before, his feet should be clean, or at least as clean as you can get in Birmingham. “Thomas” she warned. He complied, lifting up his feet to show her the dirty soles. She smacked him three times, his arm stinging with pain.

“You’ve been in the stables at night again haven’t you” she said.

“I had to Aunt Pol” he mumbled, looking at her imploringly. “I had to stay with Percy, he was sad because he was footsore”. Polly shook her head.

“I’ve warned you one too many times about this young man”.

“I had to look after him” said Tommy, clutching his arm. “The others were scared of the shouting so I had to stay with them”.

“That shouting should scare you too” she said. Nothing seemed to phase Tommy when horses were involved. His stubbornness could be endearing at times, like when he insisted Polly have a cake on her birthday, or when he refused to let go of Arthur’s hand on his first day of school. But the dangers on the streets were too great to let this continue.

“Get to school” Polly said sternly. “We’ll talk about this later. Straight back here Thomas, no playing out” she called after him as he trudged back into his room to dress, eyes downcast.

“I’m hungry, Aunt Pol” said John, tugging at her sleeve as she returned downstairs.

“Oh God, breakfast” she remembered guiltily, hurrying John to the kitchen. It didn’t matter how late they were; she wouldn’t let the boys go hungry if there was a scrap of food in the house. Polly scanned the practically empty cupboards, picking out half a stale loaf of bread Arthur had swiped off a bakery shelf, and slicing it for the boys. Scraping the last remnants of butter out of the pot, she gave each slice a thin coating before calling for the others. Arthur and a slightly more awake Tommy appeared, taking their bread gratefully.

She watched Tommy carefully, making sure he swallowed his portion, and didn’t sneak it to his brothers or abandon it on the table. Tommy looked at the clock. Forty minutes since class started. Arthur watched his brother’s eyes flit from the wall and back again.

“We’re already late Tom, let’s not fucking bother” reasoned Arthur, earning a glare from Polly.

“Arthur, mind your language in front of your brothers” she chastised, spreading butter onto her own slice with more force than necessary. Tommy pinched his wrist.

“We already went this week anyway” said Arthur, around a mouthful of bread. Polly gave him a withering look.

“Well if you’re not going, you can go and take this to your mother” she said, pushing a plate, two pills and a glass of water into Arthur’s hands. “Don’t make a racket, she had a bad night”. Arthur sighed and went up to the top floor, knocking on the door softly. It was quieter up there, so Jane couldn’t hear Arthur Snr’s drunken shouting, or the boys playing a bit too loudly. She seemed to be sleeping when he entered.

“Mama” he said quietly. Jane opened her eyes a fraction, and smiled, beckoning him forwards. He went to her, and she cupped his face. Her hands were cold and thin, but Arthur leant into the touch and kissed Jane on the cheek before pulling away. “Here’s your breakfast” he said, pushing the plate into her hands. They trembled slightly, but she managed to grip the cracked porcelain, looking at Arthur gratefully. She glanced at the clock in the corner, brow furrowing slightly. “I’m going to school now Mama” he said quickly, tucking the covers a little tighter around her and glancing over at the fire to check it was still glowing. Jane watched her son, a smile spreading across her face.

“You’re a sweet boy” she whispered, taking a rattling breath. “Don’t get into trouble”.

“I won’t” Arthur promised. He sat with her a moment longer whilst she swallowed her pills, before waving goodbye and closing the door softly behind him. Returning downstairs, he found his brothers and Polly gathered by the door.

“Oh, we’re not actually bloody going are we?” groaned Arthur, annoyed at the prospect of being stuck in mathematics when he could be preparing for his match.

“Yes, you’re bloody going” said Polly. “Whose turn is it today?” she asked, holding out the ragged pair of black shoes the boys shared. They had originally been Arthur Snr’s, when he was a boy. Now the Shelby brothers passed them between them, alternating each day, the others going barefoot and risking a beating at school.

“Arthur’s!” said John. Polly held the shoes out to Arthur, who protested, as he did everyday it was his turn, but reluctantly accepted and pulled them on. They were getting a little tight, and he often worried about splitting them, but so far the tough leather had held out.

“You’re almost an hour late, boys” said Polly, eyebrows raised. John groaned, frustrated at the two beatings he likely had ahead of him.

“Gate closes soon, c’mon school boy” teased Arthur, nudging Tommy, who was hovering near the doorway.

“You better get up early tomorrow” Polly warned, kissing John and Arthur goodbye and fixing Tommy with a stern look, before giving in and ruffling his hair in farewell. “Go on, out”.

Tommy grabbed his older brother’s hand as John jumped onto Arthur’s back, and they set off, stones cutting into Tommy’s feet sharply as they hurried down Watery Lane. Arthur’s backpack was swinging from Tommy’s free hand, narrowly avoiding hitting workers as they weaved through the Small Heath streets. Despite their speed, they were hopelessly late, and the strike of the teacher’s cane against their knuckles was inevitable. With the exception perhaps of Arthur, who seemingly got away with anything. The menacing iron gates were closed as they approached.

“Ah, fuck it” panted Arthur, lowering John to the ground and leaning against the railings as his brothers stared up at the gate and surrounding walls. “Tommy you bloody idiot”. Tommy scowled at his brother, before turning his attention back to the gate. If only there was something to pick the padlock with…

“We could skip?” suggested John, but a look from Tommy said that wasn’t going to happen.

“Your teachers like you” he groaned. “If we skip, it won’t be you getting caned tomorrow”.

“Alright, fine, we won’t skip” said Arthur, recovering and gesturing to the wall. “We’ll go over the top”.

Despite Tommy’s doubts, and suggestions to find a suitable lock-picking-stick, Arthur determinately chucked their backpacks over the wall before giving him a leg up. Tommy tumbled down on the other side, knee grazing the concrete and throbbing sharply. He reached up and caught John, lowering his brother to the ground gently. Arthur managed, at a running jump not helped by his sore toe, to swing a leg over the towering wall, and Tommy helped him down as best he could, Arthur swearing loudly in the process. They separated and hurried off to class, Tommy and John rushing for the larger schoolhouse and Arthur running to the extension, where the older boys were taught trade and more advanced studies.

Tommy had a complex relationship with school. He was fascinated by many aspects of learning, particularly on the rare occasion that horses were involved, but his poor relationships with his teacher and many of his classmates turned his would be enthusiasm into another dreary task. He reached the doorway of his classroom, and stood on his tiptoes to peer inside.

Mr Roberts, the tall, strict professor, was at the front of the room, pointing emphatically at figures on the blackboard with his cane. His classmates were furiously scribbling numbers onto their slates, with the exception of Billy Kimber and his gang, who lounged in their desks safe in the knowledge that they were the favourites; Roberts’s son was in the group, and could therefore get away with murder. Or more accurately, get away with making Tommy’s life difficult. They were currently snickering and pointing at Danny Owen, who was sat on a stool wearing the dunce cap in the corner of the classroom.

Freddie Thorne also seemed to have lost concentration, and was staring at the empty desk beside him. Tommy swallowed, knocking thrice before pushing open the heavy door. All eyes locked upon him as he entered, apart from poor Danny, who was still facing the wall. Roberts adjusted his glasses, and fixed him with his beady glare, beckoning Tommy into the room.

“What time do you call this, Shelby?” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry I’m late Sir, it won’t happen again” said Tommy, crossing his hands behind his back. There was a script you had to follow at times like these. Arthur had taught him the lines, and he’d taught John.

“This is the third time you’ve been late this fortnight” tutted Roberts, “the likelihood of another lapse in your punctuality is rather high, wouldn’t you say?”. Billy laughed loudly at this, but was silenced with a look. “And where are your shoes?” said Roberts, wrinkling his nose at Tommy’s bare dirty feet.

“My brother is wearing our shoes today, Sir” said Tommy, neck flushing red beneath his collar. Billy snickered again and whispered something to David, seated beside him. David scoffed back, and they both stretched out their legs, their shiny black shoes catching the light. The rest of their row grinned and nudged each other, and soon 6 pairs of immaculate shoes were shining up at Tommy.

Greta and Rosie whispered to each other from the back of the class, sending twin glares towards the boys. Some of the other poor kids, Eamonn and Donal, curled up their toes and crossed their bare feet behind their stools. Dried blood coated Eamonn’s knuckles.

“I see” Roberts replied coolly, raising an eyebrow. Tommy looked at the floor. His own pale feet were flecked with specks of mud and ash.

“Hands on the desk” Roberts commanded. Tommy reluctantly followed the instructions, and Roberts raised the cane high, bringing it swiftly down on Tommy’s fingers. Tommy screwed up his face, tears pricking behind his eyes, but didn’t cry out as he was struck, once, twice, three times. Five for the lateness, five for no shoes. The class fell silent as he took his punishment, and Tommy walked to his desk at the back of the classroom red faced, clutching his stinging knuckles. Billy smirked, and aimed a kick at his ankles as he passed, but Tommy dodged and slid into his chair.

Freddie gave him a sympathetic look as he sat down, but Tommy just took out his books quickly and stared at the blackboard, not wanting to give Mr Roberts another reason to punish him. He felt his eyelids drooping a few times, and pinched his wrist throughout the mathematics lesson in an attempt to stay awake. When that proved ineffective, he pressed on the sore spots on his hands. He hadn’t bled, not this time, but he twisted and pinched at the tender skin beneath his desk, until Freddie nudged him and nodded to his abandoned slate.

As a considerable chunk of the morning was lost, lunch rolled around relatively quickly. Despite the other shortcomings of the school, lunch time was definitely a high point. Rather than being stuffed into benches in the hall for the hour like in other schools, the pupils were allowed run around and eat outside in the yard. Although Polly said this was because the headmaster stank of gin and whiskey, and couldn’t organise a hall full of children if his life depended on it, it was a very good system in Tommy’s view. The cold breeze on his face shook him awake, and he leant on the doorframe of the schoolhouse, letting it wash over him as he waited for his brother.

The older boys soon emerged, and Tommy found Arthur, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to their usual spot in the corner of the yard. Freddie, Danny and some of Arthur’s friends were already waiting there, tucking into their lunches.

“How come you didn’t get beaten too?” asked Tommy, pointing at Arthur’s knuckles.

“Cause I’m Mrs Changretta’s favourite” he replied, flexing his clean hands, “let me see”. Tommy held out his own sore hands, and Arthur grimaced.

“It’s not so bad” said Tommy, stuffing them in his pockets. They’d had far worse.

They sat together on a low wall, and ate the small, tasteless lunch provided to poor children by the school. Afterwards, Arthur pulled out a napkin from his pocket, containing a slice of chocolate cake from Mrs Changretta. Hiding it from the rest of the group, he broke it in half and handed a piece to Tommy, who grinned at him, eating slowly to savour the taste. Arthur looked around for John, and found him sat on the concrete with some of the girls in his class, piling up sticks. He usually played with the boys, racing around the yard, more often than not contributing to his eternally scraped knees, but his friendship with little Lizzie was a good influence in calming him down. Arthur gave him the other half of the cake, ruffling his hair before returning to Tommy. His brother gave him a chocolatey smile and held out a quarter.

The rest of lunch passed quickly, with Arthur and his friends soon running off to wrestle out of sight of the windows, leaving Tommy to play with his friends. They ran around the yard, shooting pretend guns at each other and ducking behind other students for cover. Danny crept up and surprised Tommy, who mimed being hit in the chest and fell dramatically to the ground. He popped up a second later, laughing loudly and firing back at his attackers until their break was over.

The afternoon was far less exciting, with Roberts attempting to drill the history of the British Empire into their brains for the best part of two hours. Then there was an assembly, something about the bible, which Tommy took as an opportunity to catch up on some sleep. Polly wouldn’t approve, but she didn’t have to know.

His day was brightened however, when they filed into the main classroom again to find someone had drawn a rather realistic monkey, with big shiny shoes and features that looked suspiciously like Billy Kimber’s on the blackboard. Billy was, of course, livid, but thankfully having his poor handwriting and pictures mocked by the boy on a daily basis made Tommy immune to this outburst. He pondered over who could have drawn the picture, and risked a beating, but soon had his answer when Greta Jurossi grinned at him from the other side of the classroom, waggling her chalky fingers. He grinned back.

The end of the day came as a relief to Tommy, who hastily shoved his books into his bag and followed Freddie out the door to the yard. They went to the usual spot on the wall to wait for the others, the bustle of their classmates and car horns on the streets outside rousing Tommy slightly, where he’d begun to drift off again. Greta made to approach the wall, but stopped a few metres away, eyes flicking to Tommy’s with a somewhat shyer smile than usual. She looked though she wanted to say something, but was grabbed by her sister, a girl in Arthur’s class, and pulled away. Freddie nudged his elbow, smirking at him.

“She likes you” he sang in a drawn out voice. Tommy rolled his eyes and huffed, but was unable to hide a small grin. Greta was a nice girl, pretty too, he supposed, all dark hair with a bright smile. She was one of the only people to stand up for Tommy, not that he needed protecting of course. He could handle Billy perfectly fine on his own. John arrived next, Martha and Lizzie in tow. They each had small twigs, and were using them as swords, laughing happily.

Arthur finally appeared, boasting loudly about his boxing match, Irene and Erin hanging off his arms and listening to every word. Tommy stared at the scene, unimpressed, before distracting himself with his bag strap.

“Want to go swimming in the canal?” Freddie asked, swinging his bag onto his shoulders.

“I can’t” groaned Tommy, “Aunt Pol says I have to go straight home”.

“So?” said Freddie, “you said your dad was home at the moment, she’ll be busy with him”. Tommy considered it, and decided swimming was much more fun than the hiding he’d inevitably get on his return. Especially swimming with Freddie.

Sneaking off was easy. After saying goodbye to their friends, John and Arthur soon became occupied stealing apples and bread from the market stall in the next road, and then in sprinting away from the beefy owner who noticed them. Tommy and Freddie ran the other way, and soon found themselves at the canal, Tommy feeling slightly guilty for both missing Arthur’s match and disobeying Polly. They quickly stripped down to their underwear, clothes lying piled on the banks as they took a running jump into the river. It was cold, but not unbearable, and Freddie’s wide smile made Tommy feel warm inside.

“Race you!” Freddie yelled, and soon the splashes of water and shouts of laughter filled the air. They swam for a while longer, before clambering out and dressing, shaking their heads and sending droplets flying. Tommy’s good mood was not to last, however. As they turned the corner to Watery Lane, they saw Polly standing at the door, her arms folded and her expression furious. How she always seemed to know he was coming was a complete mystery.

“Thomas Michael Shelby you better get inside this house before I count to three” she called, holding up three fingers in warning. Tommy glanced at Freddie in farewell, grimacing, before running down the street, barely reaching the door in time. Polly grabbed him by the back of his collar and dragged him into the house. John and Ada were playing with blocks in the hallway, and Polly cursed as she tripped, ushering them to the side. She really needed a drink now; too many children and adults driving her crazy for one day.

“What did I tell you?” she demanded, sitting at the table as Tommy shifted uncomfortably. “Hmm? Why does no one ever listen in this house?”. She took in his wet hair and damp clothing. “Went swimming, did you?”.

“Just quickly” he said. “It’s almost too cold to go now”. At her exhausted expression and silence, he bit his lip. “I’m sorry Aunt Pol”. She sighed, catching sight of Tommy’s red and bruised knuckles, peeking out from under Arthur’s old shirt. Taking his hand, she grabbed a towel and wet it slightly, adding some ointment from an ancient Compton’s Chemist pot and wrapping the material around his sore skin.

“Better?” she asked.

“Better” he nodded.

“We still need to talk about being out at night” she said, raising her eyebrows. Tommy was about to reply, when the front door slammed and Arthur ran into the kitchen, wearing only his boxing shorts, sweat and blood dripping down his chest.

“I fucking won!” he yelled.

“Jesus Christ, Arthur” said Polly, gaping at him. “What happened?”.

“Oh this?” Arthur grinned proudly down at his bloody chest. “It’s not mine”. Polly deflated slightly in relief, but her worried expression quickly returned.

“Is the other boy okay?” she asked warily. Arthur Snr was a bad influence in the boxing ring, often leaving his opponents horribly injured as the boys watched from the side lines. Her nephew unfortunately seemed to be following in his footsteps.

“He’s alright” said Arthur, pulling up a chair and nudging Tommy’s arm. “Where’d you disappear to eh? I wanted you there. I kicked his fucking arse!”. Arthur Snr entered the room, also sweaty but considerably more clothed than Arthur, cutting off Tommy’s reply. Polly raised an eyebrow.

“Sobered up then?” she asked, rising and fetching the last few slices of bread from the cupboard.

“There he is!” Arthur Snr cried, pointing to Arthur and ignoring Polly. “Junior champion”. Arthur laughed and threw his arms up in victory. “Where were you Tom? Need to get you in the ring again, son”. Polly wrinkled her nose, wishing Arthur had washed and dressed at the ring rather than drip blood all over the floor.

“Tommy’s got better things to do with his time” she said brusquely, motioning for Tommy to help prepare dinner. Dinner as it was, anyway; she’d have to send someone to the shop tomorrow. She only had sixpence in her purse for the rest of the week, but Arthur had been caught stealing far too often, many shopkeepers barring him from their stores. Tommy clearly couldn’t be trusted alone after the top hat and coconut incident, which likely left another responsibility up to her. It would be damn near impossible to take any night school accountancy classes at this rate. She’d have to wait until Arthur was older, old enough to look after his siblings without breaking anything or losing someone…a very long time.

“Like what?” demanded Arthur Snr, grabbing Tommy’s shoulder roughly as he attempted to pass. “He’s a Shelby. Every Shelby should be born fighting”. Tommy shrugged off his father’s hand, eyes narrowing. Arthur’s face turned stony, and he set his glass down firmly on the table, pouring another drink.

“He likes the horses better, eh Tom?” said Arthur Jnr, in an attempt to diffuse the suddenly growing tension in the room.

Polly watched the scene unfold from the counter nervously, whilst also losing any hope that her brother could watch the little ones whilst she was at night school. God forbid the man took an interest in his own children beyond boxing, horse riding and alcohol. If only Jane was well again. Although the recovery from Ada’s birth wasn’t quite as painful and dangerous as it had been after Tommy’s, she was still very weak, and had hardly been out of bed two years later.

Polly had to be there for the children, but she was also nineteen, and had her own life to lead now. Become an accountant, get a job at a big firm, make enough to support all the kids and buy them shoes and toys. Maybe even meet someone, settle down and have children of her own one day. Her heart clenched a little as she thought of a time three years ago, when all that seemed possible. Easy, even.

“I like the horses better” Tommy repeated.

“Is that why all the new supplies were gone this morning?” his father questioned, staring at Tommy, who reddened slightly.

“Percy was footso-”. Arthur cut him off again.

“You think I’ve got the money to be buying new bales of hay every time you overfeed them?” he said, tipping back his glass and swallowing the last of his drink.

“I think you’ve got enough to buy crates of whiskey every week” said Tommy. The crack across his face was swift and hard. Tommy stumbled backwards with a cry, falling to the floor and clutching his cheek.  The pain set in, and he bit down hard on his tongue. A few tears started down his cheeks, but he wiped them away and stood again, using the counter for support as his knees shook.

Silence.

Polly pulled her hands away from her mouth, glancing at her brother as she rushed to Tommy. Arthur’s moods changed quickly these days. He wasn’t one to cross at the best of times, but with Jane being ill, and a failing business, along with his excess use of substances and alcohol, he was even more intemperate than usual. When he couldn’t think of a retort to one of Tommy’s comments, Arthur would lash out. It seemed the only power he had over his son was physical. Polly rubbed Tommy’s back soothingly as she stared at a vein pulsing in Arthur’s forehead. He stood, rubbing the back of his head and pinching his eyes shut before looking down at Tommy again.

“Sounds like you need a good hiding, eh?”. Tommy shook his head quickly, throat bobbing as he swallowed, his mouth dry. That should be the end of it.

“You don’t think a man can buy a drink with his own money?” said Arthur, rolling up his sleeves. “Messing about with the horses again, wasting all my fucking polish and hay? I’ve told you before, Thomas, you’re to leave them alone and get some fucking sleep”. Tommy stared straight back at his father defiantly, but he fiddled with his shirt sleeves to hide the fact that his hands were shaking. He hit harder when he was drunk.

“Arthur-” Polly started, stepping in front of Tommy.

“Don’t lecture me woman” he spat, grabbing Tommy by the wrist and pulling him into his office, the lock clicking behind him. Arthur Jnr was silent, the earlier happiness at winning his match long faded from his face. John had entered the kitchen at all the noise, Ada toddling in behind him.

“No, upstairs you two” said Polly, as Arthur’s shouting started from behind the door.

“What’s going on?” asked John, Polly already ushering him away. Ada teetered where she stood and sat down abruptly.

“Arfur!” she cried, stretching out her chubby hands for her brother. Arthur made to pick her up, but remembered the blood covering him, dropping his hands and standing numbly in the kitchen. He loved his dad, which was half the trouble. He shouldn’t feel an urge to defend a drunken man, who abandoned his mother in her sickness and left his siblings crying. Ada’s lip wobbled.

Polly hurried back to the office and banged on the door, cursing her brother. A moment later, Arthur staggered out of his office, grabbed an unopened bottle of whiskey from the counter and headed out onto the street. The sky had darkened, and there were already a group of women gathered under the dim lamppost at the end of the lane. Arthur Jnr watched his father go, guilty relief flooding him.

Tommy lay slumped against the wall, one arm covering his head and the other lying limp in his lap. Arthur could see a ring of red around his wrist. Polly murmured quietly to Tommy, gently pulling him into her arms and standing up, rocking back and forth. Arthur reached out cautiously and gripped the back of Tommy’s neck comfortingly, his shaved hair prickling his palm.

“Shh, I know it hurts” whispered Polly. Tommy’s hand gripped her blouse tighter. They stayed that way for a while, until Tommy’s quiet sobs faded to nothing, and John and Ada poked their heads around the kitchen door, expressions worrisome. Polly waved them over, and they came quickly, wanting to join in the cuddle.

“You stink, Arthur!” giggled John, even as he wrapped his arms around him. Arthur Snr getting angry was always frightening to the kids, especially when one of them was on the receiving end.

“Oi” said Arthur, squeezing him back, “I smell as fresh as the roses”. Tommy emerged from where he was hidden in Polly’s shoulder, wiping his eyes and laughing softly. His cheeks were red, and there was a trickle of blood running down his forehead, but he was smiling. Ada was hanging off his foot, and attempted to clamber up to him, Polly groaning under the weight of two kids.

She indulged them for a moment, Ada leaning on Tommy’s shoulder, before agreeing with John and sending Arthur to clean up the dried blood. Soon, they all washed, with John’s typical commentary of just how much he hated bath time, and dressed in their nightclothes; Arthur’s hand downs in a varying sizes.

Afterwards, they moved upstairs, to Jane’s room, and crowded on the bed together, Polly chopping up the apples Arthur had stolen earlier to snack on in place of lard. Jane’s condition had somewhat improved throughout the day, and she hugged Tommy and John close when they snuggled into her sides. She hated that her condition stopped her from being the mother she wanted to be. Her boys and sweet Ada were the most precious things in the world to her.

Polly was too young, and too full of potential to put her life on hold to raise her brother’s children. Her relationship with her husband was also in complete tatters. She stroked her thumb across the thin cut in Tommy’s forehead, rage coiling within her. If she couldn’t even protect her children from their father’s temper, what kind of mother was she?

Tommy shifted against her to grab a piece of apple, drawing her from her thoughts and back to her family. Arthur was bouncing Ada on his knee, and she let out a happy squeal of laughter every time she rose into the air, sending the others into fits of giggles. Tommy and John wanted to hear all about Arthur’s victory, which led to a detailed re-enactment involving his sore toe and many tangents.

In a moment of calm, Polly caught Jane’s eye, smiling reassuringly, letting her know it was okay. Though her family drove Polly completely and utterly mad, particularly when they couldn’t leave the house at a reasonable hour, she’d never be without them.

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absolute social detriment

i wrote some mindless cute fic to make up for a bad day. monster prom is embarrassingly taking up a lot of my headspace at the moment.

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Brian does a bit of art in his free time. Nothing spectacular—his art style needs some work, and he always fucks up the eyes—but you know, it’s something. Mostly just sketches to pass the time in class, when he actually bothers to go.

Currently, he’s doing his best to replicate this one image that’s been present in his mind for the last couple hours. He’s actually pretty good at this—translating ideas onto paper, that is. He’s got a good grasp on anatomy, though he does wish he could make it a little more stylistic. His poses feel too stiff sometimes.

Polly says, “Is that Damien?” and Brian closes his sketchbook immediately.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” says Brian, his tone deadpan. Polly is floating beside him, peering over his shoulder. “You can leave now. We’re in class.” This is a bullshit deflection, mainly because their teacher could not give less of a shit what they were doing. Polly glances at the now-closed sketchbook.

“He’s your boyfriend, you know. You don’t have to pretend not to like him or whatever,” she says. Brian blinks.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t draw. Go away,” he says. Polly’s eyebrows arch, and then she smiles.

“I’ll have you know that once a club announced it was at capacity and I physically possessed a bouncer in order to get in, and spent the whole night body hopping,” she says, “Closing things off only makes me more determined, Brian,” and then she leaves, floating back to her seat.

Brian puts his sketchbook in his backpack and makes a mental note to avoid drawing in class.

Brian goes to gym and tells the coach that he’s dead (which is true) and sits out the dodgeball round for the day. He instead spends the time drawing his boyfriend playing dodgeball and gaining creativity stats.

Liam, who has also used his undead state as an excuse not to play dodgeball, leans over to see Brian’s sketchbook. “You’ve drawn him to be a lot more aesthetically pleasing than I would have,” says Liam, glancing between the sketchbook page and the real-life reference, who is baring his teeth and threatening to punch his own team members in the face. “I didn’t know that you draw.”

Brian closes his sketchbook, “I don’t and never have,” he blatantly lies, trying his best to cut away from the conversation. Liam doesn’t get the hint.

“Ah, I see,” says Liam, “This is an attempt to remain cool and collected in the eyes of a social superior. Well, there’s no need, Brian. Social hierarchies are far too cliche, anyway.”

Brian says, “I honestly don’t understand any word that has ever come out of your mouth,” because it’s the truth, and he’s a very honest person. Liam nods.

“A very convincing persona. I’ll give you points for dedication, at least,” he says, and it’s at this point that Brian kind of just tunes him out and watches the game. At one point he almost reopens his sketchbook, but in the corner of his eyes he sees Liam glancing at it and he stops himself.

It’s not even that he’s embarrassed of the art or anything—or, well, he is. It’s objectively embarrassing. Brian, who is known for not caring, spends his time doodling his boyfriend in candid poses? That’s absolute social detriment right there. He doesn’t even know how he would prepare for such a scenario wherein someone noticed. What if someone pointed out how careful the linework was? What if someone called him cute? What if Damien saw? There are just too many variables.

And yeah, technically Brian is dating Damien already, and it isn’t particularly weird for him to idealize his boyfriend or draw him, but come on. A man is entitled to his particular complex, all right? Not every irrational argument or insecurity needs to be scrutinized for how much sense it makes.

Brian leaves gym class having lost several points contributing to his boldness stat. That’s just how it is sometimes.

At lunch Brian enjoys the very reliable practice of not eating anything (in this cafeteria? You’d be better off eating out of the garbage, which is legitimately what some students have been doing. It’s absolutely hilarious and also very indicative of the school’s quality of life) and finally finishing his damn drawing without a dating sim character breathing down his neck.

“Is that Damien?” asks Miranda, and does she have to be so loud? Well practiced in this particular method of avoidance, Brian shuts his sketchbook immediately. “That’s so romantic!”

Oh God. “Miranda, I will pay you at least two money to leave—” he’s cut off before he can finish his offer and/or threat of bribery.

“You saw them, right? The drawings?” asks Polly, who actually might be the devil. It’s a distinct possibility. She hangs out with Damien an awful lot for someone who isn’t the devil. Of course, you could say the same for Brian or literally anyone else in their circle of friends, but still. “I think it’s adorable!”

This. This is the nightmare scenario. Holy shit.

Brian is in the middle of considering his plan of action, and he narrows it down to two distinct choices. Either he can toss his own sketchbook into the garbage at such an angle where it constitutes as a rather impressive slam dunk and thus has a distinct chance of impressing his peers, or he can get up and leave and continue his drawing in the bathroom.

He isn’t so keen on the possibility of losing his sketchbook, and his boldness stat isn’t particularly high. He ends up taking the second option, wordlessly walking out of the situation like the corpse he is. He really is living up to his undead heritage.

Brian is almost done with his drawing, which is actually pretty impressive, considering he’s illustrating this in a bathroom. It’s a horrid environment for art. It smells weird and he’s pretty sure Polly does drugs in here, but you take what you can get.

Damien says, “You fuckin’ draw?” and Brian is considering that, perhaps, he has angered some minor god. It happens all the time, and it would certainly check out if he had. “What are you doing in the bathroom, dude? There’s another recess rave so I figured we could set something or someone on fire over there, if you’re up for it.”

Brian is kind of wordless at the moment, because all of his nightmare scenarios are playing in his head at once, and truly he is trying not to rehearse his own detriment in his head.

He says, “Oh, uh, yeah. Arson and manslaughter sound great about now,” and he attempts to close his sketchbook. He sees Damien narrow his eyes.

“Can I see what you were drawing?”

Hm. No. “Well, you see,”  says Brian, “I would normally show you my sketchbook right now, but I’m about to throw it in the garbage, and—”

“No, really, I’m actually curious,” says Damien, with as much sincerity as he can possibly produce, “I like to see stuff you’re into, you know?” Oh, Brian is definitely into the things in his sketchbook, which is about 70% Damien. Brian hesitates.

“Sure,” he decides, handing the sketchbook over to Damien. He’s had a good, long, reanimated life. Brian has already dealt with a physical death, what’s a social one to boot?

He watches as Damien opens the sketchbook and pages through it, realization passing over him as relatively innocuous drawings of trees and tables and shit gradually become portraits of his own face. It’s a true facial journey, which eventually settles on an expression that could be Damien blushing if he wasn’t already a solid red demon who’s blush was indistinguishable from his actual hue.

Damien is about to push the brink of his charm stat and create some bullshit excuse, “You see—”

“So, like,” Damien pauses, “Do you ever do, fuck, I dunno, self portraits, or, uh. You know, drawings of us together or something?” and it’s a very genuinely sweet moment that Brian is having in this dumpster fire of a school bathroom.

“Uh, yeah, if you flip it to the next page,” Brian says, and they have a very nice, very cute conversation that they will describe as “kickass” and “definitely not cute” to close associates. Damien asks Brian to draw him taller, which is a valid comment, but Damien already gets to be tall in real life so no.

#monster prom #brian (monster prom) #damien lavey #my writes

[frostywindmademoan]

A Worthy Adversary

Pt. 6 in a multi chapter OC fic featuring Michael Gray

“I saw your face back there. You enjoyed watching him die.” Michael commented as he hopped up to sit on the kitchen table and Clara removed his shirt and wet a rag so she could clean him. “Of course. He was a scumbag, a scumbag who thought he was such hot shit that he assumed my smile meant I wanted a fuck. I didn’t mind watching you kill him. I only hope he had the time to connect the dots and realized I played him.” She ran the cool rag across his neck and chest.

Michael grabbed her hand to stop her. “You didn’t mind it? It didn’t scare you to see me like that?” Michael knit his eyebrows in concern.”No, it didn’t scare me. I noticed you’re establishing a pattern with the whole knife to the throat thing. I’d suggest avoiding the jugular so you don’t end up ruining all of your suits. If you come up from behind you can stab them in the back of the neck between the C1 and C2 vertebrae. This will at the very least paralyze them from the neck down. If you’re forceful enough it’ll kill them and get the job done well. There are plenty of veins in the back of the neck, but It won’t splatter like with an artery. In theory it should be rather clean.” Clara suggested. “Who the fuck are you.” Michael scoffed. “I’m a nurse who knows more than most of the doctors at that fucking hospital. A little anatomy goes a long way.” She explained. “I don’t even know what the fuck a C1 or C2 is.” Michael couldn’t believe she was offering suggestions like this. “Here, I’ll show you. They’re about right here.” She ran her finger along the back of his neck, just below his hair line. Her touch left goose bumps on his skin. “That’s going to take a bit of practice on my part. I’m not a genius like you apparently are.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Why are you mad at me?” Clara looked up at him with concern. “You’re giving me killing advice for fucks sake, do you really think that’s normal?” He stared incredulously at her. “I’ll keep my mouth shut next time. You can keep showering in blood if that’s really what you want.” She threw the rag on the table next to where Michael was sitting and began to storm out. “No, babe, stop.” He hopped off the table and stopped her by wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’m sorry, it’s just that… well, the first time I shot a guy I cried. I couldn’t even help it the tears just leaked out. You just saw a pretty brutal death, and then you gave me helpful tips. I’m just a bit concerned is all.” He whispered in her ear from behind. “Honestly, it’ll probably all sink in later. It’ll probably hit me hard. I’ll try my damnedest to not let anyone see it, though. I’m only telling you this because, well because you’re you. As far as the helpful tips go, I just thought you might want to avoid making such a mess. That blood’s easily tracked. It might come back to bite you.” She leaned back into his embrace. “You are a genius.” Michael kissed her neck. “You’re a pretty smart guy yourself.” She chuckled. “I love you Clara Behmen.” He whispered in her ear. She turned around to face him so that she could wrap her arms around his neck. “I love you Michael Gray.” Clara whispered against his lips as she began to kiss him. Yep, Michael certainly wanted to marry her. No one else was a match for Michael quite like Clara. “I’m going to need you to run that C 1&2 stuff by me again.” He said against her lips. She laughed at him. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

After the events of Michael being stabbed and Clara being used as bait, Clara’s role within the Peaky Blinders shifted. She became their go to nurse. Really she was more like a personal doctor. She saw everything from busted noses, to broken arms, to stab wounds, to bullet holes, and everything in between. Clara was also enlisted a few more times to be bait. Michael hated it every time and threw a fit, but she was actually quite the little actress. She was a wiz with accents so she’d pretend to be Jenny from Edinburgh, Gwen from Cardiff, she was once even Vera from New York. The scheme worked like a charm every time. Michael had even adopted the C 1&2 killing technique. Clara had to show him quite a few times what vertebrae they are in one of her anatomy books, but he eventually got it. Polly, however, was becoming concerned that there was even a need for Michael to develop a killing technique. She knew it was just a matter of time before Michael, or Clara, or both got seriously hurt. The couple quickly earned the nicknames of ‘the Prince and Princess of Mayhem’ from the other Peaky Blinders. It was clear to everyone that they were a good fit for each other. They would bicker and argue and push each other’s buttons, but a quick resolution typically followed. They knew each other’s deepest secrets, things they would never tell anyone else. The mutual fear that had started their relationship was now mutual trust. The idea of marrying Clara stayed with Michael. He never brought it up to her because when he first had the epiphany they had only been together for a few months. Clara would have laughed in his face. Enough time had past since then that he was really considering asking her, but part of him was still afraid that she’d laugh in his face. One morning he decided he’d try to test the waters. “You know, it’s almost been a year since I bought you that first gin.” He reminded her. “So it has. The drink that started it all.” Clara smiled fondly. “We’ve been good, haven’t we? We’ve been good partners in crime.” Michael hesitantly asked. “We’ve been excellent partners in crime.” She walked over to where he was seated and straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He rested his hands on her bum. “I’d quite like to keep the partnership up.” Michael looked her in the eyes, waiting to see if she would catch his drift. “I see no reason why we should stop now.” She replied. Of course, only Clara could give such an ambiguous answer. She saw no reason to stop, a positive, but she sees no reason now which means that maybe she will in the future, a negative. “You’ve got a crease between you eyebrows.” Clara gently ran her finger down the bridge of his nose to smooth out the worry. Her hands were a great comfort to Michael. They were actually one of his favorite features of hers. Her hand would look good with a ring on it. “What are you thinking?” She hummed with curiosity at him. “I’m thinking that I just thought of an errand I need to run. I’ll be back in a few hours.” Michael removed Clara from his lap, grabbed his wallet, and headed out the door. He was going to buy a ring.

Michael knew Clara most likely wouldn’t want anything too fancy, but he wanted to spoil her. He chose a ring with a nice sized diamond in the middle, and with smaller sized diamonds cut to look like leaves around it, giving the impression of ivy. She’d like that. After purchasing the ring. Michael swung by Arrow House to find Ada. “Can I ask you something about a rather… sensitive matter?” He attempted to find the correct word. “I’m a bit afraid of what you’re going to say, but go ahead.” Ada folded her arms across her chest in preparation for the worst. “If someone were going to propose to you, how would you want to be asked?” Michael was a bit uncomfortable coming to Ada like this. “Oh my God! You’re going to propose to Clara!” She exclaimed. “Shh, nobody knows! I want to make sure I do this right. You know how she is about genuine affection and romance and shit. I have no idea whether she’ll actually say yes or not. I need it to be perfect.” Michael explained. “Right, well if it were me being proposed to I’d want it to be romantic. With candles and roses and such. Clara would hate that though. She’ll want it to be casual. Clara only likes attention when she’s playing someone. Keep it honest between you two.” Ada suggested. “Alright, yeah she’ll like casual. How do I accomplish that?” Michael was clueless about these matters. “You know her better than anyone. You’ll think of something.” Ada assured him. Finn then came into the room, prompting Ada and Michael to abruptly end their conversation. “I’ve been looking for you Michael. Do you know where Clara is? Isaiah dislocated his thumb or some shit like that, but we can’t track her down.” Finn asked. “She isn’t at mine? Or her’s?” Michael’s eyebrows creased. “No, and she’s not at the hospital either. We’ve checked the betting shop, the Garrison, even the fucking bakery. Isaiah is being a bloody bitch about the pain so if you could let us know where she’s at we can shut him up.” Finn complained. “Clara doesn’t have a shift today. She told me she was going to get some housework done. She should be at house.” Michael’s voice grew concerned. “Well we can’t find her bloody anywhere.” Finn shrugged. “Thanks for the advice Ada. Come with me.” Michael ordered Finn. The two rushed back to Michael’s house, the last place Clara was seen. “She should be here.” Michael looked around desperately. He rushed upstairs to the bedroom for any sign of her. It was there in the bedroom’s adjoining bathroom that Michael realized something terrible had happened. Everything from the counter was knocked onto the floor and strewn all over the place. The mirror was shattered with cracks spreading out from a single contact point that was marked with blood. “Fuck!” Michael screamed. “Shit.” Finn gasped when he walked in on the scene. “Look for anything that’ll tell us who did this!” Michael barked at him. “Look over here! There’s some hair here that is too dark and short for Clara’s. It’s a bloke’s. And see here, a fucking nasty looking bloody tooth. This can’t be hers.” Finn pointed out. “She put up a fight.” Michael observed. “Still doesn’t tell us who did this.” Finn sighed. “Call everyone and get them over here.” Michael instructed.

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[briannaslist]

Chapter 12: Anatomy of A Murderer

A Riverdale Recap

The penultimate episode. We get answers, and even more questions. But the biggest mystery is solved – Who killed Jason Blossom? Skip to the end if you’re just curious to know. Stick around for the fun leading up to the trigger being pulled.

The biggest downside to knowing when it’s the episode where you get the answers is that it can feel like it can drag along. It was actually a very good episode.

The episode picks up where the last one left off: Archie and Veronica are at Pop’s, telling Betty that the gun was a plant. Archie has had enough of being treated like the season’s selfish idiot and decides he’s going to take charge and not be an asshole anymore. First he says they need to tell their parents. Because this isn’t Pretty Little Liars and the parents, while at times questionable, are not stupid and oblivious.

They go to the Andrews’ house and tell Mary, Fred, Alice, and Hermione everything they know so far. But the parents are in denial because their perspective says that F.P. has often been in trouble with the law and any statement Archie and Veronica would make would be inadmissible anyway since they trespassed. Archie is like, “Well, we tried to include you, and I can’t speak for anyone else here, but I’m telling the police.” The one downside is that he didn’t go right away.

Let’s check in on Jughead – he’s having a rough night. He’s outside of a bus station, in a phone booth, telling his mom he bought a ticket to Toledo. However, you can tell the conversation isn’t going well because Jughead’s fragile smile falls as his mom keeps talking. Essentially she told him not to come. He hangs up and cries in the phone booth before going back into the station to change his ticket. But the bus doesn’t leave until the next morning and the lobby of the bus station is about to close. More importantly, why wouldn’t his mom want him to come. Maybe things aren’t what they seem in Toledo either; but I suppose that’s a storyline for season 2.

Veronica finds her mom searching for passports and she tells Veronica that there’s no telling what F.P. will say. The association with him is worrying for Hermione and she says that Veronica needs to pack a bag, just in case. Veronica says that they’ll look guilty if they run and Hermione says that she is guilty, using bribing the mayor for the land and paying the Serpents off as examples.

Archie and Betty are searching for Jughead and Archie figured Jughead would be at the bus station. They arrive too late and the station is closed; Archie keeps coming up with the right answer or move, but he’s just always a few moments off. Archie gets a phone call from Veronica, who needs someone to talk to.. Archie tells her that he and Betty are searching for Jughead and Veronica says she’ll meet them. Veronica thinks Jughead would be at Pop’s since it’s the only place in town open 24/7.

Sure enough, when Betty, Veronica, and Archie go to Pop’s, they find Jughead. Veronica tells Jughead that the gun that was found was a plant and that they know his dad is innocent. Kind of makes this next part awkward: F.P. confesses to everything. I mean everything. Kidnapping Jason; attempting to hold him for ransom; killing him; putting him in the cooler; dumping the body; even stealing the investigation photos from Sheriff Keller’s house and setting Jason’s getaway car on fire. So, when the core group shows up to the station and tells the sheriff that F.P. is being framed, it’s really awkward when he responds that F.P. just confessed.

The following morning, Polly joins the Blossoms for breakfast. Penelope shows her the newspaper cover with the headline story of F.P. being arrested for Jason’s murder. Polly is surprised to see that it was him and not one of the Blossoms.

In the school cafeteria, Archie, Betty, and Veronica are talking about their disbelief of the entire situation. Veronica wonders if her father paid someone to plant the gun and Archie holds her hand under the table to comfort her. Kevin comes in and asks how Jughead is doing. It’s a bit uncomfortable because Jughead is obviously not doing well and is being questioned by Kevin’s dad. Kevin tries to defend his dad and says that he’s just doing his job. And that is true; everything they found pointed to F.P. and then he confessed. The Sheriff is in the right, logistically. But Betty says that Sheriff Keller is wasting his time because F.P. didn’t do it. Their awkward conversation is broken by the huge hush that falls over the cafeteria because Jughead just walked in.

Jughead walks right up to Cheryl and tells her that he’s sorry. Cheryl slaps him in the face and starts hitting him and Archie jumps up and pulls her off him. Principal Weatherbee comes in and tells Jughead to come with him. One has to wonder why Jughead even did that; was it some misplaced guilt and he maybe wanted to be punished? Jughead is edgy, that was probably it.

Betty talks to Cheryl and says regardless of what F.P. did, that doesn’t have anything to do with Jughead. Cheryl says things are strange because everyone is coming up to her and saying that she must be relieved that it’s finally all over; she doesn’t feel like it is over. These characters are genre-savvy!

Betty then goes to wait for Jughead outside of the principal’s office. He says Weatherbee questioned him too and he’s not sure if Weatherbee or Sheriff Keller is the bigger jerk. Betty says not to listen to them and starts in again at F.P. being innocent. But Jughead is disillusioned at this point and has given up on F.P. doing right.

Fred hangs up from a phone call with Weatherbee. He tells Archie that Weatherbee is concerned for Jughead’s personal safety and thinks that he should finish out the school year at home. Archie says it’s completely unfair that Jughead is the one who got attacked at school and he’s the one being punished. But I think Weatherbee is right on this; imagine what some of the other kids would say and do to him. He already feels out of place at school and this situation certainly doesn’t help. Fred says that they need to figure out a long term solution for Jughead and Archie says that they are the long term solution. But Fred isn’t Jughead’s legal guardian and doesn’t want to be responsible for Jughead and the trouble that seems to follow his family. Unfortunately, Jughead is hearing all this and he starts to walk out of the house. Archie sees him and stops him, but Jughead tells him that he’ll sleep on the couch in the garage. Archie is pretty pissed at how Jughead is being treated. Finally solidifying that he actually is a good friend who cares.

Hal comes home and shows Betty and Alice the evidence that he stole from Sheriff Keller’s house. Betty points out that it’s strange that F.P. confessed to taking the evidence when he obviously didn’t. Hal says he has no idea why F.P. did that, but when he found out about the confession, he decided to come home to destroy the evidence. He stole it because he was afraid that it would lead back to Polly. Now for an unexpected reveal:

               Turns out that Hal’s grandfather that was murdered by a Blossom…was also a Blossom. Clifford’s grandfather and Hal’s grandfather were brothers. When the murder happened, their side of the family split from the Blossoms and took the name Cooper. So…technically Polly and Jason are relatives; this is also the reason why Hal wanted Polly to have an abortion. But you know, had Hal actually said all of this in the very beginning when Polly and Jason started dating, no one would be in this mess. “You two are related,” carries much more weight than, “I don’t like that boy so stop dating him.”

The Coopers rush off to get Polly out of Thornhill. Their arrival wakes up everyone and they have a confrontation in the foyer. Alice says they know all about the incest and the business with the grandfathers being related. They think that’s why the Blossoms had a problem with Polly, much like why Hal didn’t like Jason. But Cliff and Penelope both knew. Penelope says nothing could be more purely Blossom than Polly’s babies and Cliff says to “spare the middle-class morality” and says Jason and Polly were like “third cousins”. All the Coopers are weirded out by the conversation and Hal and Alice take Polly out of the house.

The next morning, Archie and Jughead eat breakfast with Mary at Pop’s. Mary went to see F.P. last night, passing herself off as his lawyer. She says that F.P. never budged from his story. She doesn’t think things will be going well for F.P and suggests that Jughead goes to see him before the arraignment. She does have an interesting question though – she wants to know who Joaquin is. He was F.P.’s only phone call.

Jughead takes Mary’s advice and goes to see F.P. It…does not go well. Or does it? Jughead and F.P. are very emotional and when Jughead is leaving, F.P. tells him not to come back. But there’s something about his expression that tips Jughead off to something being amiss. When Jughead leaves, he calls Betty and tells her that she was right about his dad hiding something.

Archie tells Veronica about F.P.’s phone call to Joaquin. She says Joaquin would know if F.P. was hired by her father. I am so tired of Veronica’s motivation. I can’t even be sympathetic to her issues anymore. It just seems so inconsequential to everything else that’s happening. Who cares about your dad, Veronica?

Veronica, Archie, and Kevin talk to Joaquin about F.P. Kevin says they want the truth and that he’s asking as the sheriff’s son. Which isn’t a powerful title. Literally meaningless in this context. Joaquin tells them that F.P. called him for a late night cleanup job of the body and he just assumed that F.P. is the one that pulled the trigger. Kevin angrily says, “You’re a criminal!” I mean, obviously. He’s in a biker gang. He told you that the same night you met him Kevin, you always knew. Veronica asks if it was Hiram who did it and Joaquin mentions this guy named Mustang who was talking about a rich guy and being the only other person who knew about the murder.

Veronica is insistent on talking to Mustang, so Joaquin takes them to Mustang’s residence. However, they find Mustang dead in the bathtub from what appears to be a drug overdose. Joaquin says he can’t be there and starts leaving with Kevin; Kevin tells Archie and Veronica to call his dad.

The police come to investigate what happened with Mustang; it looks like they also called Hermione and Fred because they’re there too. Under Mustang’s bed, they found a bag full of money with the initials “H.L.”. Sheriff Keller immediately accuses Hermione of being the owner of the bag and Veronica corrects him and says it must be her father’s because he was working with the Serpents. Hermione gets Veronica to shut up after that because it’s not like they actually have to answer the questions right away like that. Couple things though: 1) If you’re conducting illegal activity, why would you ever be stupid enough to give something with your initials; 2) Hermione Lodge is a very feminine woman and that was not a woman’s overnight bag; 3) Those initials could point to anyone; 4) Sheriff Keller seems like a good dad but wow is he shit at being a police officer.

Later, Kevin and Joaquin are at the bus station. Joaquin has a bag and before he leaves he tells Kevin that he should tell his friends to stop what they’re doing before they get hurt. Kevin says, “You don’t know them; just like I don’t know you.” But when Joaquin starts leaving, Kevin calls him back and kisses him. Joaquin says he’s going to miss him and then tells him there’s something else hidden that he didn’t want to mention in front of the others.

Cheryl is still feeling uneasy, so she asks her mom what Jason and Clifford were arguing about the morning that Jason got murdered. Penelope says they’ve been over this and that it was about Jason not being able to stomach the business. Which doesn’t make sense because they sell maple syrup. Cheryl knows there’s more to that and asks what it was that Jason couldn’t handle; then she takes it further and asks if he was afraid of Penelope and Clifford. Penelope is pissed at the allegation of them killing Jason and drags Cheryl out to the barn with maple syrup and says, “There’s the big secret Cheryl! Maple syrup! Drown in it.” Which doesn’t really help her, “I’m not a murderer” case, but what do I know.

Kevin tells Betty about what Joaquin said to him. Those two, along with Jughead, go looking for what Joaquin stashed. Kevin says that the phone call from F.P. was him telling Joaquin not to go with the contingency plan because it was too dangerous. Joaquin heeded the warning, which is why he didn’t mention it at first. The group finds the bag with Jason’s jacket.

Then the group gets together with Archie and Veronica in Archie’s garage. Betty discovers that there’s a hole in the pocket of Jason’s jacket. In the lining of the jacket is a flash drive. And on the flash drive is a video of the murder. After the video concludes, Betty calls Cheryl and tells her that she needs to get out of her house.

Cheryl thanks Betty and goes into the dining room where her parents are having dinner. Cheryl stands by Penelope and says, “You did a bad thing daddy. And now everyone knows.”

Alice brings the flash drive to Sheriff Keller and the mayor. The content of the video consisted of Jason tied up in the basement under the Serpent’s bar, being taunted by Mustang. Mustang leaves when Clifford Blossom comes in. Cliff takes the engagement ring from Jason and then shoots him in the head without even a second thought. Like grandfather, like grandson.

F.P. confessed to the murder because Clifford threatened Jughead’s life if F.P. didn’t confess. However, F.P. is still getting charged with a lot of other things, such as obstruction of justice, mishandling of evidence, and perjury. Though I don’t think that last one should stick because F.P. was under duress when he did that.

Veronica comes home and apologizes to Hermione for ever thinking that Hiram could have been part of a murder. Her mom says it’s okay and tells her that Hiram is coming home. I sincerely hope that that is the last we hear of Veronica’s constant, “My father, my dad,” business. She was starting to sound like Prince Zuko and wasn’t nearly as endearing or sympathetic about it.

The police go to Thornhill to get Clifford. Cheryl and Penelope are outside and they point the police in the direction of the barn. When Sheriff Keller opens the door, we see Cliff, who appeared to have hanged himself and a spilled barrel that reveals drugs. No wonder Jason couldn’t stomach the family business.

Biggest questions now: Why did Cliff kill Jason instead of just letting him leave? Did F.P. set Jason’s getaway car on fire and help with clean up? Is Cliff the person who framed F.P. and tipped the police off? Will Joaquin ever return? Can the friend group actually remain a group of five after all the unpleasantness with Sheriff Keller and F.P. Jones? And what happened in between Cheryl telling her father she knew and him hanging himself?

The season finale will be stacked.

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The Most Beautiful Woman within the World Award

My adoration for women is sincerely an instead innocent one if I am allowed to decide myself. I could be extra than happy to define my criteria that outline my personal judgment because it’s now not righteous to be one’s, own judge. But, I assume I will permit my effects to communicate for themselves.

  The maximum stunning girl inside the world, for maximum exotic splendor, is going to Jennifer Connelly. I cannot get her hair out my head from the movie Blood Diamond. Of course, she’s inside the timber in West Africa following the story of struggle diamonds and does not have time to setup an appointment with a hairdresser. But when a person may be that excellent even under those circumstances, that is what drives me wild. Forget the reality that I’ve been in love along with her given that I first saw her in Labyrinth and I’ve observed her profession all through a number of my maximum preferred movies together with House of Sand and Fog, Dark Water, and He’s Just Not That Into You. Jennifer Connelly steals away with the most beautiful girl inside the international for most distinguished splendor.

  The most beautiful female within the global, for being a surprising hottie, goes to Jenna Fischer. I started out looking The Office whilst it first came out in 2005 and I observed the cute receptionist in the back of the desk. I cherished the way she flirted with Jim and dealt with Michael. I was really rooting for Jim and now he ultimately is along with her, with a child and the entire nine yards. But then, I saw her on the cover of Shape in November 2009. It critically turned into one of those Wow moments. Who in the world is that? The most up to date little hottie to grace the quilt of Shape, and I had no concept that the cool, adorable receptionist from The Office became that excellent. Jenna Fischer takes with the aid of a landslide the most lovely girl in the world for being a sudden hottie.

  The maximum stunning lady within the global, for absolute adorability, goes to Jennifer Aniston. Bursting onto the scene in Friends, she caught every person’s interest along with her wealthy-girl innocence and her superb splendor. The Rachel hairdo became a country-wide hit. Millions of girls tuned in each week simply to look what she become wearing. Even although she could not pass over irrespective of what she wore, she had some of the most well-known outfits including the green dress in TOW No One’s Ready, the yellow get dressed in TOW All The Kissing, and the black dress in TOW Monica’s Thunder. Rachel Green owned that show and Jennifer Aniston went directly to star in such favorites as Office Space, Along Came Polly, and The Break-Up. Jennifer Aniston sweeps the votes for the maximum lovely female in the global for absolute adorability.

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The maximum beautiful lady in the global, for natural loveliness, is going to Angela Kinsey. Another surprising splendor comes from The Office within the form of Angela Martin. She plays the immediately-laced accountant who cannot stand irrelevant behavior, excessive indulgence or frivolous sports. However, she is going on to have an affair with each Dwight and Andy at the same time displaying us that she too is human and now not above temptation. But then, I noticed Angela Kinsey sport a turquoise shirt with black shorts, excessive heels and directly blonde hair. That’s after I found out how perfectly fabulous she honestly became. That become just the first of many enjoyable other-thanThe Office sightings including the crimson bikini pinnacle and reduce off shorts on a day on the beach along with her daughter, the blue dress on the gold standard of “Meskada” after birthday party, and a slew of red carpet outfits that knock me dead every time I see her. Angel Kinsey blasts the opposition away for the most lovely lady within the world for natural loveliness.

  The maximum beautiful girl inside the global, for the stunning angel, is going to Emily Procter. Of course, I first noticed her as Calleigh Duquesne in CSI: Miami, a beautiful detective who turned into nice to every body, however stern at instances when the scenario referred to as for it. The first episode I watched become when a brand new officer was being delivered to the pressure and certainly one of his first obligations turned into as an observer of the entirety Calleigh became doing. She defined a few matters to get him up to the mark after which she welcomed him to the Miami-Dade Police Department. Her eyes stayed fixed for what seemed like an eternity and she or he flashed that smile that might haunt me for years. Emily Procter triumphs as the maximum stunning lady inside the international for the stunning angel.

  The most beautiful female within the global, for sheer beauty, goes to Sasha Alexander. She hit the scene in her first memorable overall performance as Gretchen, Pacey’s older sister, inside the wildly conflicted, overly dramatic, idealistic global of Dawson’s Creek. She and Dawson share a romance that is laden with an excessive amount of questioning and no longer enough spontaneity, even though as soon as in awhile you see sparks of a real courting in there someplace. She right now became one of the actresses who holds the status, “If she is in it, I will watch it.” Hence, my interest grew to become to NCIS once I saw her natural gorgeousness grace the display because of the large sister type to the group. Obviously, I changed into heartbroken whilst she was murdered by Ari. But, Rizzoli & Isles have come to be the balm that soothes all ails. Sasha Alexander gallops away with the maximum lovely lady in the international for sheer elegance.

  The most lovely girl within the global, for unmatched brilliance, is going to Beth Riesgraf. Repelling into my lifestyles as Parker in Leverage, she is a chunk naïve about certain records of lifestyles even though she is remarkably skilled in cracking safes, scaling homes and gaining entrance whether or not legally or illegally. It’s the strict appearance that comes throughout her face when she is thinking about something as deep as she will, however, her smile is spell binding. You melt while you see her fifty fabulous expressions. Where has she been all my lifestyles? She pulls off fantastically the rock and roll blonde, the directly hair formal and the runway yellow dress with fashion designer pocketbook to fit. Beth Riesgraf lifts the most beautiful woman in the world for unrivaled brilliance.

  The most stunning woman inside the world, for stealing the show, goes to Natalie Portman. Of path, she was in Anywhere But Here and Beautiful Girls at the side of a slew of other large hits. But, I didn’t sit up and word her till a pregnant female with out a shoes is deserted at America’s department keep in Where the Heart Is. Adopted by way of a loopy couple, she grew from an infantile teen into an expert female who eventually learns a way to agree with her coronary heart again. From then on, I have no longer been able to take my eyes off of her. She rocks the harmless appearance in Sesame Street at the same time as dominating sexy in such works as Black Swan and No Strings Attached. Natalie Portman is fingers down the most beautiful lady in the world for stealing the display.

  The most beautiful woman in the world, for general whiplash head turner, is going to Katherine Heigl. When you notice her smile from the facet in that infamous “sucker” scene in The Ugly Truth, your heart passionately screams, “I want to be in that guy’s shoes.” She’s down to earth playful, critically red carpet hot or even pulls off the bad hair day with beauty most runway models could die to embody. I think I love her most when she’s facing her personal mortality in Grey’s Anatomy “Good Mourning” or facing someone else’s “Dream a Little Dream.” It’s in those deadly severe moments which you discover her actual splendor glowing from inside. Katherine Heigl rules the most stunning woman inside the global for general whiplash head turner.

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The maximum lovely girl in the global, for dripping warm attractive, goes to Charlize Theron. When she stuck my attention in The Devil’s Advocate, I thought to myself that a person could actually be daft to float far from her right into a meaningless marriage. But, that changed into written into the script. Just have a look at how she rocked Mighty Joe Young, Reindeer Games, The Italian Job, and Hancock. She even made a serial killer seem likable in Monster. But to virtually recognize the jaw-dropping, large coronary, stand-there-with-not anything-to-say natural sexiness Charlize exudes, all you have to do is witness her raw amour as she walks down the hallway leaving layers of clothing behind inside the renowned Dior J’Adore industrial. Charlize Theron demands the maximum stunning girl within the world for dripping warm sexy.

  The most lovely girl in the world, for pure attraction, goes to Christi Paul. The CNN’s Headline News anchor in addition to for In Session on truTV. She is the ultimate female next door with the prom queen beauty. But, there have been some Miss America aspirations that would have come actually as witnessed via her climb from Miss Mansfield to Miss Greater Cleveland as she labored her manner up to running for Miss Ohio in 1993. WDTV became clever to lease her as broadcast journalism just seems to be in her blood. And now you understand where I get my news spoon fed from ordinary. Christi Paul wears the maximum stunning lady inside the international crown for natural attraction.

  Robin Meade in reality stocks the title of pure appeal in conjunction with Christi Paul. With her adorable giggle and the new style she has delivered to the news, I stay on top of what is occurring inside the international today and it is easy to determine out why. Plus, Robin’s tune Welcome Home is a touching tribute to the troops who are preventing remote places and meaning plenty to a veteran like me. But, the reason why I step out of protocol and proportion a identify between these appropriate anchors from CNN is due to the fact their lives are so absolutely comparable. Robin Meade was born in Ohio in 1969. However, she went on to emerge as Miss Ohio in 1992 and became one of the pinnacles ten finalists within the 1993 Miss America Beauty Pageant. They each are married with children and living in Georgia. So, I tap Robin Meade to proportion the most lovely girl in the international for pure attraction with Christi Paul. It’s the maximum stunning girl in the global for crying out loud! I’m sure they don’t have a trouble sharing it.

  The maximum beautiful girl within the international, for knocking my socks off absolutely, is going to Scarlett Johansson. With only one exception, the mysterious skip in 2000, Scarlett has not less than brought us some thing new every yr on the grounds that her inception in 1994 with North. Among my favorites are Lost in Translation, The Perfect Score, and In Good Company just to name some. But, it’s whilst she plays the parts in such films as He’s Just Not That Into You that you see her splendid sensuousness. Her extremely good snort, the elegant look over her shoulder, even her capacity to be innocent while entrenched in uncooked passion makes me fall in love with her again and again. Scarlett Johansson epitomizes the maximum lovely female in the world for knocking my socks off totally.

  The maximum beautiful girl inside the global, for endearing fascination, is going to Julie Bowen. Catching my interest in Ed, I without delay hung on her every scene. I cursed the director and the other actors who have been stealing our treasured time faraway from me. But then, she became the love interest in Happy Gilmore and Adam Sandler’s daydreams are not anything short of inventive. She is the purpose I have become a fan of Boston Legal just like she’s the reason I watch Modern Family now. Her smooth brown eyes can flash extreme every once in awhile. But, her smile! It’s the form of smile that radiates and it’s miles very contagious. Julie Bowen famous utter greatness of the most lovely lady in the world for endearing fascination.

  The most stunning woman in the international, for being drop useless appropriate, is going to Diane Lane. She can not be touched! Since 1979, she has touched my coronary heart and I wasn’t even privy to how deeply then. But, I caught on while she exploded on the display in Streets of Fire. That became the making of history. An all-time favored of mine, I even have enjoyed her in such greats as Chaplin, A Walk on the Moon and Under the Tuscan Sun. But, she brings it home in works like Jack, Judge Dred, and The Perfect Storm wherein she’s no longer the lead however she steals each scene. She’s magnificence and beauty and everything you may say approximately a princess. A proper version of all this is beautiful inside the global, Diane Lane effortlessly exemplifies the maximum stunning female within the international for being drop lifeless fantastic.

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The most stunning female inside the global, for eternal magnificence, is going to Ashley Judd. So effective in her again tale, she left her mother and sister while they have been nevertheless on the road performing. She went off on her own to do her own factor and what a present she has given us! She’s in a protracted line of favorites to cherish including Double Jeopardy, High Crimes, and Where the Heart Is. She should without problems end up a cult conventional with roles like Eye of the Beholder, Twisted, and Bug. She has the appeal to bring fans from the outskirts into the mainstream due to the fact she may be pleasantly fascinating even if her character might be laid low with alcoholism, is mentally disturbed or grossly psychotic. Her beauty calls for honestly no make-up as she rocks the red carpet in clothes and skirts that she makes look good while trumping the beauty of all the celebrities who flock to take their pics together with her. Ashley Judd certainly is the sector’s maximum lovely lady in the global for everlasting class.

  The maximum beautiful female within the world, for redeeming grace, goes to Dana Delany. A habitual Dana photograph shoot can produce such fantastic photographs because of the pink blouse with horny hair in her eyes, the blue get dressed from Desperate Housewives, and the black blouse staring into the digital camera from Kidnapped. Truly exceptional how results easily she makes all of its appearances. I might not mention her age, that is via far the maximum extraordinary characteristic approximately her beauty. My heart skipped a beat when she leaned towards the tree in Tombstone. I’ve watched each ounce I could find of her on account that, catching vintage reruns of China Beach, Wild Palms and Sweet Surrender. Checking out Multiple Touches of Sarcasm, A Beautiful Life or even Route 30. But now, I could be capable of getting my weekly Dana dosage in Body of Proof. I can’t imagine this global without her! Dana Delany merits most lovely lady within the global for redeeming grace.

  As you can see, these girls are not ranked from one to 3 as being the maximum lovely woman within the international. They are definitely the maximum beautiful girl inside the global. They can not be installed any sort of order in any respect. Furthermore, it was very tough to slender my alternatives down to just those three. But, I did it! I finally narrowed my selections all the way down to best those whom I truly bear in mind to be the maximum beautiful girl inside the world.

  This panel recognizes the reality that there is indeed a very beautiful girl in the international missing from this 12 months’ picks. There are quite a few in truth such as but now not restricted to farmer’s daughters, nuns, librarians, instructors, ex-girlfriends, sisters and my daughter, who are not covered for prison motives concerning my being at the panel, being its handiest panel member and to avoid any allegations of bias. It is only because of a sheer mental meltdown after making my selection that the rest of the maximum beautiful ladies within the world had been no longer covered.

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The Most Beautiful Woman in the World Award

My adoration for women is actually a rather innocent one if I am allowed to judge myself. I will be more than happy to outline my criteria that define my own judgment because it’s not righteous to be one’s, own judge. But, I think I will let my results speak for themselves.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for most exotic beauty, goes to Jennifer Connelly. I cannot get her hair out my head from the movie Blood Diamond. Of course, she’s in the bushes in West Africa following the story of conflict diamonds and doesn’t have time to set up an appointment with a hairdresser. But when someone can be that gorgeous even under those circumstances, that’s what drives me wild. Forget the fact that I’ve been in love with her since I first saw her in Labyrinth and I’ve followed her career throughout some of my most favorite movies including House of Sand and Fog, Dark Water, and He’s Just Not That Into You. Jennifer Connelly steals away with the most beautiful woman in the world for most exotic beauty.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for being an unexpected hottie, goes to Jenna Fischer. I started watching The Office when it first came out in 2005 and I noticed the cute receptionist behind the desk. I loved the way she flirted with Jim and dealt with Michael. I was actually rooting for Jim and now he finally is with her, with a child and the whole nine yards. But then, I saw her on the cover of Shape in November 2009. It seriously was one of those Wow moments. Who in the world is that? The hottest little hottie to grace the cover of Shape, and I had no idea that the cool, cute receptionist from The Office was that gorgeous. Jenna Fischer takes by a landslide the most beautiful woman in the world for being an unexpected hottie.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for absolute adorability, goes to Jennifer Aniston. Bursting onto the scene in Friends, she caught everyone’s attention with her rich-girl innocence and her amazing beauty. The Rachel hairdo became a national hit. Millions of girls tuned in every week just to see what she was wearing. Even though she couldn’t miss no matter what she wore, she had some of the most famous outfits including the green dress in TOW No One’s Ready, the yellow dress in TOW All The Kissing, and the black dress in TOW Monica’s Thunder. Rachel Green owned that show and Jennifer Aniston went on to star in such favorites as Office Space, Along Came Polly, and The Break-Up. Jennifer Aniston sweeps the votes for the most beautiful woman in the world for absolute adorability.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for pure loveliness, goes to Angela Kinsey. Another unexpected beauty comes from The Office in the form of Angela Martin. She plays the straight-laced accountant who can’t stand inappropriate behavior, excessive indulgence or frivolous activities. However, she goes on to have an affair with both Dwight and Andy at the same time showing us that she too is human and not above temptation. But then, I saw Angela Kinsey sport a turquoise blouse with black shorts, high heels, and straight blonde hair. That’s when I realized how perfectly gorgeous she really was. That was just the first of many enjoyable other-thanThe Office sightings including the red bikini top and cut off shorts on a day at the beach with her daughter, the blue dress at the premiere of “Meskada” after party, and a slew of red carpet outfits that knock me dead every time I see her. Angel Kinsey blasts the competition away for the most beautiful woman in the world for pure loveliness.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for the stunning angel, goes to Emily Procter. Of course, I first noticed her as Calleigh Duquesne in CSI: Miami, a beautiful detective who was nice to everyone, but stern at times when the situation called for it. The first episode I watched was when a new officer was being introduced to the force and one of his first duties was as an observer of everything Calleigh was doing. She explained a few things to get him up to speed and then she welcomed him to the Miami-Dade Police Department. Her eyes stayed fixed for what seemed like the eternity and she flashed that smile that would haunt me for years. Emily Procter triumphs as the most beautiful woman in the world for the stunning angel.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for sheer elegance, goes to Sasha Alexander. She hit the scene in her first memorable performance as Gretchen, Pacey’s older sister, in the wildly conflicted, overly dramatic, idealistic world of Dawson’s Creek. She and Dawson share a romance that is encumbered with too much thinking and not enough spontaneity, even though once in awhile you see sparks of an actual relationship in there somewhere. She immediately became one of the actresses who holds the status, “If she is in it, I will watch it.” Hence, my attention turned to NCIS when I saw her pure gorgeousness grace the show as the big sister type to the team. Obviously, I was heartbroken when she was murdered by Ari. But, Rizzoli & Isles have become the balm that soothes all nails. Sasha Alexander gallops away with the most beautiful woman in the world for sheer elegance.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for unmatched brilliance, goes to Beth Riesgraf. Repelling into my life as Parker in Leverage, she is a bit naïve about certain facts of life even though she is remarkably skilled in cracking safes, scaling buildings and gaining entrance whether legally or illegally. It’s the stern look that comes across her face when she is thinking about something as deep as she can, but her smile is mesmerizing. You melt when you see her fifty gorgeous expressions. Where has she been all my life? She pulls off beautifully the rock and rolls blonde, the straight hair formal and the runway yellow dress with the designer pocketbook to match. Beth Riesgraf lifts the most beautiful woman in the world for unmatched brilliance.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for stealing the show, goes to Natalie Portman. Of course, she had been in Anywhere But Here and Beautiful Girls along with a slew of other huge hits. But, I didn’t sit up and notice her until a pregnant girl with no shoes is abandoned at America’s department store in Where the Heart Is. Adopted by a crazy couple, she grew from a childish teenager into a professional lady who finally learns how to trust her heart again. From then on, I have not been able to take my eyes off of her. She rocks the innocent look in Sesame Street while dominating sexy in such works as Black Swan and No Strings Attached. Natalie Portman is hands down the most beautiful woman in the world for stealing the show.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for total whiplash head turner, goes to Katherine Heigl. When you see her smile from the side in that infamous “sucker” scene in The Ugly Truth, your heart passionately screams, “I want to be in that guy’s shoes.” She’s down to earth playful, seriously red carpet hot and even pulls off the bad hair day with beauty most runway models would die to embody. I think I love her most when she’s facing her own mortality in Grey’s Anatomy “Good Morning” or facing someone else’s “Dream a Little Dream.” It’s in those deadly serious moments that you find her true beauty glowing from within. Katherine Heigl rules the most beautiful woman in the world for total whiplash head turner.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for dripping hot sexy, goes to Charlize Theron. When she caught my attention in The Devil’s Advocate, I thought to myself that someone would literally have to be daft to drift away from her into a meaningless marriage. But, that was written into the script. Just look at how she rocked Mighty Joe Young, Reindeer Games, The Italian Job, and Hancock. She even made a serial killer seem likable in Monster. But to really understand the jaw-dropping, massive coronary, stand-there-with-nothing-to-say pure sexiness Charlize exudes, all you have to do is witness her raw armor as she walks down the hallway leaving layers of clothing behind in the renowned Dior J’Adore commercial. Charlize Theron demands the most beautiful woman in the world for dripping hot sexy.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for pure enchantment, goes to Christi Paul. The CNN’s Headline News anchor as well as for In Session on truTV. She is the ultimate girl next door with the prom queen beauty. But, there were some Miss America aspirations that could have come true as witnessed by her climb from Miss Mansfield to Miss Greater Cleveland as she worked her way up to running for Miss Ohio in 1993. WDTV was smart to hire her as broadcast journalism just seems to be in her blood. And now you know where I get my news spoon fed from the everyday. Christi Paul wears the most beautiful woman in the world crown for pure enchantment.

Robin Meade certainly shares the title of pure enchantment along with Christi Paul. With her adorable laugh and the new style she has brought to the news, I stay on top of what’s going on in the world today and it’s easy to figure out why. Plus, Robin’s song Welcome Home is a touching tribute to the troops who are fighting overseas and that means a lot to a veteran like me. But, the reason why I step out of protocol and share a title between these two gorgeous anchors from CNN is because their lives are so totally similar. Robin Meade was born in Ohio in 1969. However, she went on to become Miss Ohio in 1992 and was one of the top ten finalists in the 1993 Miss America Beauty Pageant. They both are married with children and living in Georgia. So, I tap Robin Meade to share the most beautiful woman in the world for pure enchantment with Christi Paul. It’s the most beautiful woman in the world for crying out loud! I’m sure they don’t have a problem sharing it.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for knocking my socks off entirely, goes to Scarlett Johansson. With only one exception, the mysterious skip in 2000, Scarlett has at the very least brought us something new every year since her inception in 1994 with North. Among my favorites are Lost in Translation, The Perfect Score, and In Good Company just to name a few. But, it’s when she plays the parts in such movies as He’s Just Not That Into You that you see her amazing sensuousness. Her wonderful laugh, the elegant look over her shoulder, even her ability to be innocent while entrenched in raw passion makes me fall in love with her over and over again. Scarlett Johansson epitomizes the most beautiful woman in the world for knocking my socks off entirely.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for endearing fascination, goes to Julie Bowen. Catching my attention in Ed, I immediately hung on her every scene. I cursed the director and the other actors who were stealing our precious time away from me. But then, she became the love interest in Happy Gilmore and Adam Sandler’s daydreams are nothing short of ingenious. She is the reason I became a fan of Boston Legal just like she’s the reason I watch Modern Family now. Her soft brown eyes can flash intense every once in awhile. But, her smile! It’s the kind of smile that radiates and it is very contagious. Julie Bowen exhibits utter greatness of the most beautiful woman in the world for endearing fascination.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for being drop dead gorgeous, goes to Diane Lane. She cannot be touched! Since 1979, she has touched my heart and I wasn’t even aware of how deeply then. But, I caught on when she exploded on the screen in Streets of Fire. That was the making of history. An all-time favorite of mine, I have enjoyed her in such greats as Chaplin, A Walk on the Moon and Under the Tuscan Sun. But, she brings it home in works like Jack, Judge Dred, and The Perfect Storm where she’s not the lead but she steals each scene. She’s class and elegance and everything you can say about a princess. A genuine model of all that is beautiful in the world, Diane Lane easily exemplifies the most beautiful woman in the world for being drop dead gorgeous.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for everlasting magnificence, goes to Ashley Judd. So powerful in her back story, she left her mother and sister while they were still on the road performing. She went off on her own to do her own thing and what a gift she has given us! She’s in a long line of favorites to cherish such as Double Jeopardy, High Crimes, and Where the Heart Is. She could easily become a cult classic with roles like Eye of the Beholder, Twisted, and Bug. She has the allure to bring fans from the outskirts into the mainstream because she can be pleasantly charming even when her character might be suffering from alcoholism, is mentally disturbed or grossly psychotic. Her beauty requires absolutely no makeup as she rocks the red carpet in dresses and skirts that she makes look good while trumping the beauty of all the celebrities who flock to take their pictures with her. Ashley Judd simply is the world’s most beautiful woman in the world for everlasting magnificence.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for redeeming grace, goes to Dana Delany. A routine Dana photo shoot can produce such great shots as the purple blouse with sexy hair in her eyes, the blue dress from Desperate Housewives, and the black shirt staring into the camera from Kidnapped. Truly amazing how effortlessly she makes it all look. I won’t mention her age, which is by far the most phenomenal feature about her beauty. My heart skipped a beat when she leaned against the tree in Tombstone. I’ve watched every ounce I could find of her since, watching old reruns of China Beach, Wild Palms and Sweet Surrender. Checking out Multiple Touches of Sarcasm, A Beautiful Life and even Route 30. But now, I will be able to get my weekly Dana dosage in Body of Proof. I can’t imagine this world without her! Dana Delany deserves the most beautiful woman in the world for redeeming grace.

As you can see, these ladies are not ranked from one to three as being the most beautiful woman in the world. They are simply the most beautiful woman in the world. They cannot be put in any kind of order at all. Furthermore, it was very difficult to narrow my choices down to just these three. But, I did it! I finally narrowed my choices down to only those whom I absolutely consider being the most beautiful woman in the world.

This panel acknowledges the fact that there is indeed a very beautiful woman in the world missing from this year’s choices. There are quite a few in fact including but not limited to farmer’s daughters, nuns, librarians, teachers, ex-girlfriends, sisters and my daughter, who are not included for legal reasons concerning my being on the panel, being its only panel member and to avoid any allegations of bias. It is only due to a sheer mental meltdown after making my selection that the rest of the most beautiful women in the world were not included.

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The Most Beautiful Woman in the World Award

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The Most Beautiful Woman in the World Award

My adoration for women is actually a rather innocent one if I am allowed to judge myself. I will be more than happy to outline my criteria that define my own judgment, because it’s not righteous to be one’s own judge. But, I think I will let my results speak for themselves.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for most exotic beauty, goes to Jennifer Connelly. I cannot get her hair out my head from the movie Blood Diamond. Of course, she’s in the bushes in West Africa following the story of conflict diamonds and doesn’t have time to setup an appointment with a hairdresser. But when someone can be that gorgeous even under those circumstances, that’s what drives me wild. Forget the fact that I’ve been in love with her since I first saw her in Labyrinth and I’ve followed her career throughout some of my most favorite movies including House of Sand and Fog, Dark Water, and He’s Just Not That Into You. Jennifer Connelly steals away with the most beautiful woman in the world for most exotic beauty.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for being an unexpected hottie, goes to Jenna Fischer. I started watching The Office when it first came out in 2005 and I noticed the cute receptionist behind the desk. I loved the way she flirted with Jim and dealt with Michael. I was actually rooting for Jim and now he finally is with her, with a child and the whole nine yards. But then, I saw her on the cover of Shape in November 2009. It seriously was one of those Wow moments. Who in the world is that? The hottest little hottie to grace the cover of Shape, and I had no idea that the cool, cute receptionist from The Office was that gorgeous. Jenna Fischer takes by a landslide the most beautiful woman in the world for being an unexpected hottie.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for absolute adorability, goes to Jennifer Aniston. Bursting onto the scene in Friends, she caught everyone’s attention with her rich-girl innocence and her amazing beauty. The Rachel hairdo became a national hit. Millions of girls tuned in every week just to see what she was wearing. Even though she couldn’t miss no matter what she wore, she had some of the most famous outfits including the green dress in TOW No One’s Ready, the yellow dress in TOW All The Kissing, and the black dress in TOW Monica’s Thunder. Rachel Green owned that show and Jennifer Aniston went on to star in such favorites as Office Space, Along Came Polly, and The Break-Up. Jennifer Aniston sweeps the votes for the most beautiful woman in the world for absolute adorability.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for pure loveliness, goes to Angela Kinsey. Another unexpected beauty comes from The Office in the form of Angela Martin. She plays the straight-laced accountant who can’t stand inappropriate behavior, excessive indulgence or frivolous activities. However, she goes on to have an affair with both Dwight and Andy at the same time showing us that she too is human and not above temptation. But then, I saw Angela Kinsey sport a turquoise blouse with black shorts, high heels and straight blonde hair. That’s when I realized how perfectly gorgeous she really was. That was just the first of many enjoyable other-thanThe Office sightings including the red bikini top and cut off shorts on a day at the beach with her daughter, the blue dress at the premiere of “Meskada” after party, and a slew of red carpet outfits that knock me dead every time I see her. Angel Kinsey blasts the competition away for the most beautiful woman in the world for pure loveliness.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for stunning angel, goes to Emily Procter. Of course, I first noticed her as Calleigh Duquesne in CSI: Miami, a beautiful detective who was nice to everyone, but stern at times when the situation called for it. The first episode I watched was when a new officer was being introduced to the force and one of his first duties was as an observer of everything Calleigh was doing. She explained a few things to get him up to speed and then she welcomed him to the Miami Dade Police Department. Her eyes stayed fixed for what seemed like eternity and she flashed that smile that would haunt me for years. Emily Procter triumphs as the most beautiful woman in the world for stunning angel.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for sheer elegance, goes to Sasha Alexander. She hit the scene in her first memorable performance as Gretchen, Pacey’s older sister, in the wildly conflicted, overly dramatic, idealistic world of Dawson’s Creek. She and Dawson share a romance that is encumbered with too much thinking and not enough spontaneity, even though once in awhile you see sparks of an actual relationship in there somewhere. She immediately became one of the actresses who holds the status, “If she is in it, I will watch it.” Hence, my attention turned to NCIS when I saw her pure gorgeousness grace the show as the big sister type to the team. Obviously, I was heartbroken when she was murdered by Ari. But, Rizzoli & Isles have become the balm that soothes all ails. Sasha Alexander gallops away with the most beautiful woman in the world for sheer elegance.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for unmatched brilliance, goes to Beth Riesgraf. Repelling into my life as Parker in Leverage, she is a bit naïve about certain facts of life even though she is remarkably skilled in cracking safes, scaling buildings and gaining entrance whether legally or illegally. It’s the stern look that comes across her face when she is thinking about something as deep as she can, but her smile is mesmerizing. You melt when you see her fifty gorgeous expressions. Where has she been all my life? She pulls off beautifully the rock and roll blonde, the straight hair formal and the runway yellow dress with designer pocketbook to match. Beth Riesgraf lifts the most beautiful woman in the world for unmatched brilliance.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for stealing the show, goes to Natalie Portman. Of course, she had been in Anywhere But Here and Beautiful Girls along with a slew of other huge hits. But, I didn’t sit up and notice her until a pregnant girl with no shoes is abandoned at America’s department store in Where the Heart Is. Adopted by a crazy couple, she grew from a childish teenager into a professional lady who finally learns how to trust her heart again. From then on, I have not been able to take my eyes off of her. She rocks the innocent look in Sesame Street while dominating sexy in such works as Black Swan and No Strings Attached. Natalie Portman is hands down the most beautiful woman in the world for stealing the show.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for total whiplash head turner, goes to Katherine Heigl. When you see her smile from the side in that infamous “sucker” scene in The Ugly Truth, your heart passionately screams, “I want to be in that guy’s shoes.” She’s down to earth playful, seriously red carpet hot and even pulls off the bad hair day with beauty most runway models would die to embody. I think I love her most when she’s facing her own mortality in Grey’s Anatomy “Good Mourning” or facing someone else’s in “Dream a Little Dream.” It’s in those deadly serious moments that you find her true beauty glowing from within. Katherine Heigl rules the most beautiful woman in the world for total whiplash head turner.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for dripping hot sexy, goes to Charlize Theron. When she caught my attention in The Devil’s Advocate, I thought to myself that someone would literally have to be daft to drift away from her into a meaningless marriage. But, that was written into the script. Just look at how she rocked Mighty Joe Young, Reindeer Games, The Italian Job and Hancock. She even made a serial killer seem likable in Monster. But to really understand the jaw dropping, massive coronary, stand-there-with-nothing-to-say pure sexiness Charlize exudes, all you have to do is witness her raw amour as she walks down the hallway leaving layers of clothing behind in the renowned Dior J’Adore commercial. Charlize Theron demands the most beautiful woman in the world for dripping hot sexy.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for pure enchantment, goes to Christi Paul. The CNN’s Headline News anchor as well as for In Session on truTV. She is the ultimate girl next door with the prom queen beauty. But, there were some Miss America aspirations that could have come true as witnessed by her climb from Miss Mansfield to Miss Greater Cleveland as she worked her way up to running for Miss Ohio in 1993. WDTV was smart to hire her as broadcast journalism just seems to be in her blood. And now you know where I get my news spoon fed from everyday. Christi Paul wears the most beautiful woman in the world crown for pure enchantment.

Robin Meade certainly shares the title of pure enchantment along with Christi Paul. With her adorable laugh and the new style she has brought to the news, I stay on top of what’s going on in the world today and it’s easy to figure out why. Plus, Robin’s song Welcome Home is a touching tribute to the troops who are fighting overseas and that means a lot to a veteran like me. But, the reason why I step out of protocol and share a title between these two gorgeous anchors from CNN is because their lives are so totally similar. Robin Meade was born in Ohio in 1969. However, she went on to become Miss Ohio in 1992 and was one of the top ten finalists in the 1993 Miss America Beauty Pageant. They both are married with children and living in Georgia. So, I tap Robin Meade to share the most beautiful woman in the world for pure enchantment with Christi Paul. It’s the most beautiful woman in the world for crying out loud! I’m sure they don’t have a problem sharing it.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for knocking my socks off entirely, goes to Scarlett Johansson. With only one exception, the mysterious skip in 2000, Scarlett has at the very least brought us something new every year since her inception in 1994 with North. Among my favorites are Lost in Translation, The Perfect Score, and In Good Company just to name a few. But, it’s when she plays the parts in such movies as He’s Just Not That Into You that you see her amazing sensuousness. Her wonderful laugh, the elegant look over her shoulder, even her ability to be innocent while entrenched in raw passion makes me fall in love with her over and over again. Scarlett Johansson epitomizes the most beautiful woman in the world for knocking my socks off entirely.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for endearing fascination, goes to Julie Bowen. Catching my attention in Ed, I immediately hung on her every scene. I cursed the director and the other actors who were stealing our precious time away from me. But then, she became the love interest in Happy Gilmore and Adam Sandler’s daydreams are nothing short of ingenious. She is the reason I became a fan of Boston Legal just like she’s the reason I watch Modern Family now. Her soft brown eyes can flash intense every once in awhile. But, her smile! It’s the kind of smile that radiates and it is very contagious. Julie Bowen exhibits utter greatness of the most beautiful woman in the world for endearing fascination.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for being drop dead gorgeous, goes to Diane Lane. She cannot be touched! Since 1979, she has touched my heart and I wasn’t even aware of how deeply then. But, I caught on when she exploded on the screen in Streets of Fire. That was the making of history. An all-time favorite of mine, I have enjoyed her in such greats as Chaplin, A Walk on the Moon and Under the Tuscan Sun. But, she brings it home in works like Jack, Judge Dred, and The Perfect Storm where she’s not the lead but she steals each scene. She’s class and elegance and everything you can say about a princess. A genuine model of all that is beautiful in the world, Diane Lane easily exemplifies the most beautiful woman in the world for being drop dead gorgeous.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for everlasting magnificence, goes to Ashley Judd. So powerful in her back story, she left her mother and sister while they were still on the road performing. She went off on her own to do her own thing and what a gift she has given us! She’s in a long line of favorites to cherish such as Double Jeopardy, High Crimes, and Where the Heart Is. She could easily become a cult classic with roles like Eye of the Beholder, Twisted and Bug. She has the allure to bring fans from the outskirts into the mainstream because she can be pleasantly charming even when her character might be suffering from alcoholism, is mentally disturbed or grossly psychotic. Her beauty requires absolutely no makeup as she rocks the red carpet in dresses and skirts that she makes look good, while trumping the beauty of all the celebrities who flock to take their pictures with her. Ashley Judd simply is the world’s most beautiful woman in the world for everlasting magnificence.

The most beautiful woman in the world, for redeeming grace, goes to Dana Delany. A routine Dana photo shoot can produce such great shots as the purple blouse with sexy hair in her eyes, the blue dress from Desperate Housewives, and the black shirt staring into the camera from Kidnapped. Truly amazing how effortlessly she makes it all look. I won’t mention her age, which is by far the most phenomenal feature about her beauty. My heart skipped a beat when she leaned against the tree in Tombstone. I’ve watched every ounce I could find of her since, catching old reruns of China Beach, Wild Palms and Sweet Surrender. Checking out Multiple Sarcasms, A Beautiful Life and even Route 30. But now, I will be able to get my weekly Dana dosage in Body of Proof. I can’t imagine this world without her! Dana Delany deserves most beautiful woman in the world for redeeming grace.

As you can see, these ladies are not ranked from one to three as being the most beautiful woman in the world. They are simply the most beautiful woman in the world. They cannot be put in any kind of order at all. Furthermore, it was very difficult to narrow my choices down to just these three. But, I did it! I finally narrowed my choices down to only those whom I absolutely consider to be the most beautiful woman in the world.

This panel acknowledges the fact that there is indeed a very beautiful woman in the world missing from this year’s choices. There are quite a few in fact including but not limited to farmer’s daughters, nuns, librarians, teachers, ex-girlfriends, sisters and my daughter, who are not included for legal reasons concerning my being on the panel, being its only panel member and to avoid any allegations of bias. It is only due to a sheer mental meltdown after making my selection that the rest of the most beautiful women in the world were not included.