#prue bury

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Pattie Boyd, Prue Bury, and Islã Blair at Battersea Fun, 1964

Via @dailypattieboyd_ on Instagram

#60s icons #girlsofthesixties #60s models #pattie boyd #prue bury #isla blair #1964

[box-milk]

te quiero, mamá

Pairings ~ Alexia Putellas x teen rios! Reader

Genre~ fluff

Warnings ~ Google translated Spanish. The game mentioned is completely made up and veryyy short.

The final whistle concluded the game that sent most of barça's team to their knees in disappointment, and those who hadn't heads bowed with eyes filled with salty tears as the opposition had bested them today.

Alexia, being one with head, bowed stood disappointment weighing heavily on her shoulders. The match had been gruelling, and she could help to start to analyse where strategies could have gone wrong. Taking a breath, she willed herself to mask her disappointment in favour of giving her sullen teammates some form of comfort.

When Alexia walked through the tunnel, she comes face to face with her girlfriend, who offers her a sympathetic smile before pulling her into a hug. The blonde buried her face into the shorter woman's neck before her body was recked with sobs.

Olga guided their conjoined bodies to a corner where they couldn't be seen and sat both of the down as she allowed her girl to cry while running her fingers through the blonde strands that she let lose from the ponytail.

"mami donde estas?." The brunette watched as her daughter rounded the corner in prue confused as you'd left for the bathroom while she came down to alexia.

"por aqui bebe." Olga could feel alexia tense against her when she gave you their precise location. Alexia and you didn't nesscerliy have a bad relationship it's just that there wasn't a relationship at all as you stayed out of her way, and in turn she stayed out of yours.

You stared at the position your mami was in, and you felt sympathy for the older woman in her arms. You didn't hate infact you liked her a lot, but you were terrified of getting close in case she would leave you like your father did.

Your mother noticed you rubbing your fingers together roughly, a nervous habit she tried breaking you out of but never succeeded. Your eyes desperately trying to convey what you wanted to do but had zero courage to.

Olga smiled lightly before trying to coax Alexia out of her neck, and when she failed after a few tries, you took a deep breath before crouching and placing your hand on her shoulders.

"Mamá?" You said, shaking her lightly. Olga gasped, and Alexia's shaking boby froze.

"Lo siento". You were about to move away when a large hand gently wrapped around your wrist.

"No stay Princesa, por favor." Alexia pleaded before wrapping her body around yours and squeezing you lightly, causing you to melt into her while Alexia sighed in relief.

"I'm sorry it didn't go the way you planned, but you played beautifully till the very end. I'm proud of you mamá. Te quiero" You words were enough to push Alexia over the edge again, and soon your shoulder is soaked with tears.

What you didn't know was that the woman wasn't crying about the game anymore, but at the fact that you're so secure with her that you see her as a mother. She held you a bit longer before olga suggested that you all get home and have something to eat.

"Ohu can we have pizza? No offense mamá but your protein bowles taste like gravel". You smile innocent and even adding puppy dog eyes for extra flair.

Alexia rolled her eyes with a playful smile while olga chuckled lightly but agreed to your meal of choice, causing you to run off to the car.

Olga turned her attention to her girlfriend. Who looked at your descending figure with a soft smile.

"Who would have known big bad la reina would turn into absolutely mush at being called mamá for the first time?" the younger girl teases.

"callar"

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#woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas #alexia x reader

[colourme-feral]

Y Journey: Stay Like a Local locations IRL

Y Journey: Stay Like a Local (Ep 4: Goes On a Trip)

IRL: Khao Sam Sip Reservoir, M5F8+CQ3, Khao Samsip, Watthana Nakhon District, Sa Kaeo 27000, Thailand

IRL: Prasat Sdok Kok Thom, RPVP+CWJ, Khok Sung, Khok Sung District, Sa Kaeo 27120, Thailand

IRL: Wat Tham Khao Chakan, M36M+6JH, Khao Chakan, Khao Chakan District, Sa Kaeo 27000, Thailand

IRL: Royal Hills, หมู่ที่ 2 100/3 Sarika, Mueang Nakhon Nayok District, Nakhon Nayok 26000, Thailand

IRL: Huai Prue Reservoir, Khao Phra Subdistrict, Mueang Nakhon Nayok District, Nakhon Nayok 26000, Thailand

IRL: Khun Dan Prakarn Chon Dam, หมู่ที่ 2 บ้านท่าด่าน Hin Tung, Mueang Nakhon Nayok District, Nakhon Nayok 26000, Thailand

IRL: Buddha Tavaravadi Sriprachin Sirinthorn Lokanart, 598Q+PXP, Noen Hom, Mueang Prachinburi District, Prachin Buri 25000, Thailand

IRL: Khao Ito Forest Park (ป่านันทนาการน้ำตกเขาอีโต้), 4CX2+4GJ Unnamed Road Noen Hom, Mueang Prachinburi District, Prachin Buri 25000, Thailand

IRL: Khao Eto Waterfall, 5C25+FV4 Unnamed Road Dong Khilek, Mueang Prachinburi District, Prachin Buri 25000, Thailand

#y journey #y journey: stay like a local #irl locations

[insanethrottlebikernews]

OUTLAW MC MEMBERS CONNECTED TO HOMICIDE

#OUTLAWSMC #OUTLAWS #MOTORCYCLECLUB Police arrested four foreign suspects, including the leader of the Outlaws Motorcycle Club in Pattaya, in a raid connected to a club member’s alleged murder of Hans Peter Walter Mack, a German property broker in Nong Prue district. Deputy national police chief Pol Gen Surachate Hakparn said Provincial Police Region 2 and Chon Buri Provincial Police expanded…

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#1%er #Biker News #insane throttle #motorcycle clubs #motorcycles #motorycle club videos #one percenters #outlaw biker #OUTLAW MC MEMBERS CONNECTED TO HOMICIDE #outlaw motorcycle clubs #outlaws #outlaws mc #outlaws mc chicago #outlaws Motorcycle club

[victoriams]

ᴡʜᴏ: PRUDENCE WARREN & MARCUS DONAHUE (@bludline) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: TRAINING CENTRE, TRIBUTE TOWER ᴡʜᴇɴ: MORNING, TRAINING

Maybe this is what separated Prue from the Capitolites she tried to imitate – the fact that, while it seemed like the rest of this world marched on without concern, Prue’s mind continued to replay the events of the tribute parade on a loop. That, while some of the other stylists were busy fretting about what their tributes would wear to their interviews, Prue was worried about whether she would be the next person on the kill list. Whether her friends, the people she loved, would make it to the end of these games alive and unharmed.

She’d gotten rather good at pretending, over the past two years. She’d learned how to put on a funny Capitol accent, how to dress like them, walk like them, act like them. She’d learned what things she could and could not talk about with those outside the rebellion. She’d learned how to keep her mouth shut and her emotions buried in front of the public. She’d learned to only trust those who gave her cause to – those who would devote themselves as wholly to the uprising as she had.

She finds MARCUS DONAHUE in the training centre. She knew she would – she’d thought little about it as her feet had carried her towards the elevator and down to the basement. Maybe it was a little unusual for a stylist to be down here, but nothing that couldn’t be explained away, if any questions were asked. “Marcus,” She greets him quietly, waiting until he is far enough away from the tributes that they won’t be overheard. “I… um.” A pause, she looks around, suddenly anxious again. “Do you get a break soon?”

#with. marcus #thread. prudence #marcus & prudence 001 #where. tribute tower #event 002 #when. pre games

[schoenes-thailand]

Chonburi: Ausländer tritt auf Freundin ein, bis sie schwer verletzt war

Ein Aus­län­der hat in den frühen Mor­gen­stun­den in Pat­taya in der ost­thailändis­chen Prov­inz Chon Buri so lange auf seine junge thailändis­che Fre­undin einge­treten, bis sie schw­er ver­let­zt war. Um 4.30 Uhr erhiel­ten Mitar­beit­er der Sawang Bori­boon Thamm­sat Res­cue Foun­da­tion eine Mel­dung über einen Über­griff in einem Haus im Bezirk Nong Prue im Bezirk Bang Lamung. Am Tatort fan­den die Ret­tungskräfte die 20-jährige Jeer­anan aus der Prov­inz Phetch­abun in einem Zus­tand der Ago­nie auf dem Boden liegend vor, ihr Kör­p­er war mit blauen Fleck­en über­sät. Die Ret­tungskräfte leis­teten ihr erste Hil­fe, legten sie auf eine Bahre und bracht­en sie zur Behand­lung ins Kranken­haus. Auf dem Boden lagen Glass­cher­ben und ein schar­fes, 10 Zen­time­ter langes Mess­er zum Schälen von Obst.

Frei­willige Helfer sagten, dass der west­liche Täter unbekan­nter Nation­al­ität bei ihrem Ein­tr­e­f­fen in einem Zus­tand der Trunk­en­heit war, schrie und die Glastür des Haus­es ein­schlug. Der Farang habe geschrien: ​“Ich habe vor nie­man­dem Angst.” Sein Gesicht war mit Kratzern von den Fin­gernägeln sein­er Fre­undin über­sät, so die Ret­tungskräfte. Jeer­anan erzählte den Helfern, dass sie und der Täter seit etwa vier Monat­en eine Beziehung führten. Ihm gehöre eine Bar in Pattaya. Das Opfer erk­lärte, dass ihr Fre­und sie während ihrer kurzen Beziehung mehrfach ange­grif­f­en habe. Jeer­anan sagte, sie habe es nicht mehr aus­ge­hal­ten und sei zu seinem Haus gegan­gen, um ihre Hab­seligkeit­en abzu­holen, in der Hoff­nung, die Sache gestern Abend endgültig zu been­den. Es kam jedoch zu einem ern­sthaften Stre­it, der in ein­er kör­per­lichen Auseinan­der­set­zung endete. Jeer­anan gab zu, dass sie ihm ins Gesicht schlug und ver­suchte, sich zu vertei­di­gen, indem sie Glas zer­schlug, aber sie kon­nte nicht mit sein­er Kraft mithalten. Jeer­anan sagte, ihr Fre­und habe sie umgestoßen und wieder­holt auf sie einge­treten. Während er auf ihr herum­tram­pelte, sagte er immer wieder, wie reich er sei und dass er wolle, dass sie behin­dert oder tot sei, so Jeer­anan gegenüber Frei­willi­gen. Sie wurde schw­er ver­let­zt. Die Frei­willi­gen rieten Jeer­anan, sich in ärztliche Behand­lung zu begeben, bevor sie eine Anzeige bei der Polizei erstat­tet. Es liegt an ihr, ob sie Anzeige erstat­ten will, was sie auf der Polizeis­ta­tion von Pat­taya City tun kann, sobald sie sich erholt hat. / The Thaiger Read the full article

[clementinetm]

&.   ╱   𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐏  :   𝐄𝐓𝐂 .

#&. you’re welcome for everything ╱ visage. ’ #&. keep moving forward ╱ musings. ’ #&. you better bury me deep ╱ aesthetic. ’ #&. do as i say not as i do ╱ headcanons. ’ #&. not going anywhere ╱ likes. ’ #&. the bell tolls for thee ╱ arc one. ’ #&. still not bitten ╱ arc two. ’ #&. how far one will go ╱ arc three. ’ #&. did i do a good job? ╱ arc four. ’ #&. say you won’t leave me ╱ arc five. ’ #&. fucking with the wrong people ╱ arc six. ’ #&. we owe it to them ╱ arc seven. ’ #&. shut up prue ╱ ooc. ’ #&. they’re all fucking walkers ╱ meme. ’ #&. you’re either living or you’re not ╱ answered. ’ #&. would you prefer shitbird? ╱ promotions. ’ #&. the hard part is done ╱ wishlist. ’ #&. we don’t leave friends behind ╱ saved. ’ #&. i love you back ╱ ic. ’ #&. endure and survive ╱ arc eight. ’ #&. self-aggrandizing; over the top ╱ arc nine. ’

[paigemathews]

I can’t remember if I ever saw this somewhere, but the Seven Year Witch. Imagine if instead of Cole being the one to interact with Piper, it was Andy. Because Cole and Piper really never had that much interaction going on, he was Phoebe’s lover, Paige’s enemy, Prue’s rival, but he and Piper didn’t have any of that really going on with Cole, they didn’t interact that much, the dynamic was basically just like Prue and Paige’s with Cole, just with Piper instead. (Shout-out tho to 3 out of 4 sisters going I fucking hate you to him, at least someone can see red, share some of that with Pheebs please.)

But Andy? Andy was Piper’s childhood friend too, and we were a thousand percent robbed of seeing them interact together. Not only that, but it’d be a great different storyline to give Piper about her lack of mortal friends. Because Andy was one of their childhood friends, for her and for Prue and for Phoebe, and it quite literally got him killed. Because we never see Piper or Phoebe struggle with guilt (it wasn’t their fault, but still, c’mon) or even grief.

And imagine that it’s because Piper buried it. She realized that magic is what got Andy killed and that means that you can’t have friends as a witch. Still, Piper is someone who connects with others emotionally, she doesn’t need a ton of friends but she still needs someone outside of her sisters and husband, so she tries, but she isn’t able to open up for those friendships and the demon hunting throws enough wrenches that they eventually just. fall apart.

And then Andy shows up, reminding Piper of Prue (and her own fear of leaving her sisters like Prue did, especially with the risk of permanently breaking the Charmed Ones) and how she’s refused herself relationships after a friend’s death. (Worth noting that Piper’s endgame is Leo, who is a) introduced before Andy’s death and b) incapable of dying for majority of the show’s run)

Andy basically calls Piper out on it and we actually get to see her work through the issue, along with Andy never necessarily mentioning Prue but the implication of her is throughout the episode. And then at the very end, when Wyatt’s healing her, Andy gives Piper a gentle smile and just tells her, “Don’t come visit too soon.” and as she’s waking up, he tells her something like “Prue’s so proud of you, Piper.” 

Instead of the end scene with Cole and Drake, it’s just Andy watching the sisters at like the Manor or somewhere and he says, “They’re going to be fine.” 

And Prue appears next to him, just watching her sisters fondly. “I know. I wish I could be there for them though, especially with what’s coming.” (Gotta give some vague foreshadowing here, of course.) 

Andy takes her hand and tells her, “You were, and that helped them become who they are now. They have to take it from here though.”

Probably structured differently, but you know what I mean. Then Piper actually goes and makes friends and connect again, which a) gives us more characters and b) more emotional heartbreaking when Death Becomes Them rolls around about five episodes later and we see Piper confronted with the question of if she really can ever have friends and loved ones as a witch. (Which would probably need another episode to deal with, but tell me that would not be fucking brilliant timing to rip out Piper’s heart.)

#charmed #andy trudeau #piper halliwell #andy & piper #abi speaks #i wasnt even originally thinking about death becomes them but the placement with that episode was too good #like ffs give piper that arc of learning how to balance her witchiness and fear with her desire to have friends and connect #bc piper is someone with a small friend group sure but c'mon she doesn't have ANY friends throughout the show #like. phoebe at least has elise and paige has glen and those are done with varying success but piper? #piper only hangs out with her sisters husband and kids like give her friends!!

[stina-is-a-punk-rocker]

jacqueline wilson’s ‘love lessons’

tw: abuse, pedophilia, characters making Bad Decisions, long unnecessary spiel about my childhood like I’m running a recipe blog

It’s funny how loads of the authors who helped shaped me into the vaguely humanoid being I am today have names beginning with the letter ‘J’; Judy Blume, Jeff Kinney, John Green, J.K. Rowling (yikes, I know) … and Jacqueline Wilson.

I’ve never owned a Jacqueline Wilson book of my own; they were always borrowed from a friend, or from a friend of a friend, or from a friend of a cousin- you get the gist. Her books, for me, come with an entire aesthetic: something reminiscent of yard sales, and reading under the covers with a flashlight, and being lulled into a false sense of security by the deceptively innocent Nick Sharratt illustration on the cover until someone’s best friend gets mowed over.

So I knew what I was getting into when I picked up Love Lessons. I knew this was going to be Fucked Up; and boy, was I right.

(Here’s the part where I warn you about spoilers.)

From an abusive dad to creepy child predator teachers to slut-shaming and victim blaming, this book has it all.

The main character is Prudence ‘Prue’ King, who is homeschooled at the beginning of the book, along with her sister, Grace. Their parents remain rooted in the early twentieth century, and are very strict about- well, everything. No TV, no computers, not a single mobile phone in the house; their clothing worse than the orphans’ from Annie; and their father remains distinctly distrustful of modern institutions like the school and the hospital; and so on, and so forth.

Daddy King suffers a stroke, and has to be taken to the hospital. Meanwhile, Mrs. King (a floppy, spineless woman who lives in fear and awe of her, frankly horrid, husband) sends the girls to school, behind the then invalid Mr. King’s back. Cue Prue and Grace being the freakshows of the school, with their strange clothing and overbearing mother.

Grace manages to make friends, but Prue remains alone. The kids are dicks, the teachers are dicks… well, all of them but one. And that’s the art teacher, Mr. Raxberry (I just couldn’t get over that name; it seems like something you’d name a mythical plant from Pixie Hollow or some shit. I’m assuming it isn’t an actual name, since the spelling & grammar check on my computer doesn’t seem to recognize it), or Rax, as he’s called.

Oh, yeah; Prudence’s favorite subject in school is art, and she’s a whiz at it. This is relevant, because reasons.

And here’s where stuff gets murky. Prue develops a crush on Rax- which is perfectly normal. I’m definitely no stranger to it; I’ve had crushes on my teachers, my mum admitted she used to think one of her professors was cute. And yeah, as I grew older, I grew out of those crushes and now have a markedly more refined taste in men (unless he’s 5’ 7’’, born in ’97 and named Bang Chan, I don’t want him); and my mum married my dad, so I’m assuming she did, too. Admittedly, now that my dad teaches at a university, it’s icky to think that there might be students who have crushes on him- but I digress.

My point is, loads of us have liked our teachers. But I doubt the majority of us have acted on it.

And Prue actively showing her interest in Rax isn’t the worst part. That’s a spot reserved for Rax reciprocating her feelings.

Guess Ezra Fitz and Ms. Grundy (yes, I watched Riverdale; please don’t cancel me) have a new addition to the Creep Club.

The age of consent in the UK is 16, if I’m not mistaken. Prue is 14. She’s just barely become a teenager, and she’s being preyed upon.

Because that is what Rax is. He’s a predator; he preys upon this vulnerable girl who’s never been in a relationship before- hell, she’s never even had friends- her father’s abusive, so she obviously doesn’t have the best experience when it comes to men- she’s unpopular at school, with the students and staff alike- and he lures her in. I don’t care how bloody nice he is to Sarah, or what a good dad he is (well, he’s really not, seeing as he cheated on the mother of his children WITH A BLOODY FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD CHILD)- the guy’s a fucking pedophile.

I was staunchly stuck at a yellow light with him; like, sure, maybe Prue thinks he’s flirting with her- maybe she’s looking at this all wrong, she doesn’t know how relationships work- see, he drew a picture of Sarah, too, in his secret notebook- Prue’s just reading into this too much- up until he says he loves her.

Dude. Humbert fucking Humbert. She’s fourteen, for Christ’s sake, and you’re married. You have two children. She’s a child. She’s probably closer to your son’s age than she is to yours.

(This is the part where I bury my head in my pillow. And scream. Extensively, and with passion.)

The book does make some genuinely good commentary on slut-shaming and victim blaming and abusive parenting. And on one hand, I can see why so many people find issue with the romanticization of the when I kissed the teacher trope- but I can defend it, too.

The book is in Prue’s perspective. She thinks she’s in love with Rax, so obviously, she’s not going to throw in some valuable moral at the end- because she’s too young and inexperienced to think otherwise. And sadly, there are loads of instances of child abuse that go unreported because the victims just don’t know better.

What I have issue with is how the school dealt with it, ultimately. Prudence, a child, has to deal with the consequences of the actions of a literal child predator. Sure, Rax ‘clears his name’ by cooking up some bullshit story about how it was only a crush and he didn’t encourage it, but you’d think other adults would know better and, oh, I dunno- dig deeper into it, instead of blaming it on a child?

“She says you told Mr. Raxberry you loved him and he held you in his arms and fondled you.”

Which Prudence denies, because, again, she doesn’t know better. She then goes on to say that they did nothing wrong. To which the adult speaking to her, in this case, the principal, Miss Wilmott, goes on to say:

“I’m not sure that’s entirely true… I feel that there are some aspects of your friendship that could be considered inappropriate.”

FYI, lady, he kissed her- multiple times (not that kissing her once makes him any more redeemable), and told her he loved her, and admitted to fantasizing about running away with her and leaving his family behind. Fun fact: do you know Prudence is underage?

You’d think that Miss Wilmott would maybe give this whole fiasco a favorable ending, but it turns out she listens to school gossip;

“I haven’t been at all happy with your attitude. You don’t seem to understand how to behave in school. I’ve heard tales of unsuitable underwear and then a silly romance with one of the boys in your class. I feel that in the space of a few short weeks you’ve made rather a bad name for yourself… I don’t know whether you intend to be deliberately insolent but you certainly come across as an unpleasantly opinionated and arrogant girl… I can’t help feeling that you’ll be much better off elsewhere. I shall try hard to engineer a suitable transfer to another school.”

And then she comes out with this gem:

“If you won’t leave, then I shall have to ensure that Mr. Raxberry finds another position.”

“No, you can’t do that! He’s a brilliant teacher.”

“You should have thought of that before you started acting in this ridiculous and precocious manner. If I were another kind of headteacher, I would have Mr. Raxberry instantly suspended. There could even be a court case. He would not only lose his job, he could find himself in very serious trouble. Did you ever stop to think about that?”

Girlboss, gaslight and gatekeep. The fucking trifecta.

Also, by ‘another kind of headteacher’, does she mean the kind of headteacher WHO DOESN’T LET CHILD PREDATORS ROAM FREELY WITHIN THEIR HALLS?

This bitch is out here blaming a child, a literal child, for the crimes of an adult man.

The only time Prue seems aware of the fact that Mr. Raxberry is actually a very shit person is her immediate thoughts that follow after she tells Miss Wilmott she’ll take the fall;

I so wanted to save darling Rax- and yet why hadn’t he wanted to save me? Had he told Miss Wilmott it was all my fault, that I’d got a ridiculous crush on him, that I’d made ludicrous advances to him? … I wanted to tell this horrible, patronizing woman how hungrily he’d kissed me, but I couldn’t do it. I loved him. I had to help him.

NO, SWEETHEART; YOU MOST DEFINITELY DO NOT.

And maybe I’m going overboard with all these excerpts, but here’s what Rax has to tell Prue, after school, following her expulsion:

“I let her think the worst of you, the best of me, just to save my skin. I said it was ridiculous talking about a love affair between us. I said you simply had a crush on me, and that I was just trying to be kind… You were brave enough to stand up to me and force me to acknowledge the truth… I love you… That’s why I had to take a risk and see you this one last time. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t care… Every night when I close my eyes, I’ll think of us together in this car and how badly I wanted to drive off with you. I’ll imagine us walking hand in hand at the water’s edge… I wish I wasn’t such a coward.”

(I burrow into the pillow further. I’m trying to suffocate myself.)

And that’s where I think Wilson went wrong. Sure, Prudence getting expelled for something that was completely out of her hands is unfair, and horrible, but it’s real. That shit can happen.

What’s bad is showing Rax in a positive light after all that. If only Wilson had written Rax to not be the Romeo he thinks he is. Make him ignore Prudence, throw her under the bus in front of her face, instead of this star-crossed lovers bullshit it’s made out to be. Show your younger audience that Rax is not a good man. I’ve got a little over two weeks left for my twentieth; I can see why this is unacceptable. But I was a little younger than Prue when I watched Pretty Little Liars, and my only gripe with Aria dating Ezra was that Noel Kahn was so much cuter.

It shows when you scroll down the Goodreads reviews; you’ve got adults giving it one or two stars, and teenagers giving it four or five, with their biggest complaints being, “but Toby was cuter!!!”

Other non-pedophilia related complaints regarding the book include: Prudence being unlikable- which I didn’t really notice, considering she reacted to some people way better than I would’ve, even at 19 (which probably says a lot more about me than it does about Prue, but oh well). Still, Prudence obviously isn’t the most prudent of people- and again, she’s fourteen. Look me in eye and tell me you weren’t an arsehole at that age (unless you’re fourteen now, in which case, I assure you that you’ll look back on yourself someday and go ‘wtf was I thinking’). Bringing up Toby’s dyslexia in an argument was low, though.

There were people who thought the Kings’ almost-Amish lifestyle was exaggerated and unrealistic, but I assure you, it may very well be real. There are 8 billion people on the world- it’s fair to assume that several of them are complete weirdos.

Grace was a sweet character, and I adored her with every fiber of my being. As were her friends Iggy and Figgy. Honestly, I would’ve loved a book about Iggy, Figgy and Piggy’s (mis)adventures too.

#love lessons #jacqueline wilson #teacher #teacher crush #teacher x student #anti ezria #ezria #pretty little liars #aria montgomery #ezra fitz #when i kissed the teacher #book review #books

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Prue Bury, Pattie Boyd and Paul McCartney during a scene from A Hard Day's Night filmed during the first week of March in 1964🌸🌸🌸

Via @thebeatleswomen on Instagram🌸

#60s icons #girlsofthesixties #60s models #pattie boyd #prue bury #paul maccartney #a hard day's night #1964

[gardien-du-secret]

Comfortable with a book in hand and feet propped up on a coffee table, Prue was oblivious to those that meandered around her through the lobby, nose buried in the book of the month for her book club. But, when she felt the cushion shift and settle next to her, she pulled her attention away from her book. “Can I help you, sugar?” 

#ruleandstarter #games 126 #heres a sponsor to do sponsory things with

[criminol]

The Murder of Prudence 'Prue' Bird

Prudence 'Prue' Bird was a 13-year-old schoolgirl from Melbourne. She was a Year 8 high school student.

On 2nd February 1992 at around 2.10 pm Prue was seen preparing her lunch in the family home. Shortly after this sighting Prue's mother came home and noticed Prue had left her meal untouched on the coffee table, Prue had not left a note and all her clothes and personal possessions were still there. Prue's mother frantically called family and friends trying to find out where her daughter had gone but no one had heard from her. She called the police and reported Prue as missing.

Some witness reports saw a male put Prue into the back of his car, others saw a young girl banging on a car window and shouting for help. It was quickly noted that Prue's grandfather, Paul Heltzer, had testified against other men in relation to the Russell Street Bombings to gain himself a more lenient sentence. One of the accused had warned 'It would be a shame if anything happened to your sweet little Prue, wouldn't it?'

Leslie Camilleri was charged with Prue's murder while in prison for the murders of Bega schoolgirls Lauren Barry and Nichole Collins. Camilleri claimed he put Prue face down in his car and tied her arms and legs with electrical cables and that she had died accidentally, a claim which appeared inconsistent with his guilty plea for the crime of murder. Allegedly Camilleri had spoken to several inmates in prison making various admissions about how he had raped, murdered and buried Prue. It is believed that Prue was abducted, raped and held in a shed for some time before being murdered.

Camilleri pleaded guilty to the murder of Prue Bird and was given a life sentence. Prue's body had never been found despite repeated pleas for her killer to reveal the location. Camilleri claims he cannot remember where he hid the corpse.

#lesliecamilleri #camilleri #pruebird #prue bird #prudence bird #murder #homicide #abduction #serial killer #solved #crime #true crime

[sevsnapeposts]

Snapetober Day 2: "You have to let go".

hello everyone. this one was a hard prompt but i managed, and it hurts a little. poor Sev has a lot to carry, huh? so yes, this is from his POV. again, you can read it over in ao3 if you'd like, and also if you'd be kind enough, go give me some kudos over there. thanks, hope you enjoy~.

Day 2 - "You have to let go".

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"I'm very disappointed, Prue".

It wasn’t easy to say those words. Severus knew well what it was like to hear those words, what it was like to feel like a failure, to feel like he had failed others, but he knew that this was the best way to reprimand her, to let her know that what she wanted to do was wrong.

"Isn't my current state enough of a warning that you shouldn't get involved in such things?", he continued. He was standing on one side of the desk, his arms folded, his expression serious and cold; meanwhile, Prue avoided looking at him, also with her arms crossed and a frown. The fact that she wouln’t look at him made him more upset. “Can't you see where I'm in because of my stupidity? I thought you’d know better than this”.

Prue was still quiet, very interested in the cobblestone of his office. Severus couldn't blame her immature behavior; after all, she was only 16 years old, and the fact that he, of all people, was the one who spoke such harsh words to her must have made her very defensive.

The man sighed, flopping into his chair. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off the impending headache without potions or spells.

"I can't take care of everything, Prue. I have to look after Draco, and also tend to Dumbledore, and don't forget Potter, plus myself all the bloody time because Voldemort is getting more and more impatient”, he told her in a whisper. He was about to add something else to show her that he trusted her, but his choice of words proved to be the wrong one as Prue bolted to her feet, turbulent green eyes, a sea of emotions behind them.

"Do not worry for me, professor", she blurted out, in that shaky voice that always came out when she was upset. “I know how to take care of myself. I will not waste any more of your time with a burden like me”.

And with that she hurried out of the office. Severus sighed again, knowing it was useless to go after her and try to reason when those eyes filled with tears and the girl drowned in her own isolation.

Still, that didn't stop him from feeling bad. It wasn't his intention to make her cry, much less make her feel unwanted or that he saw her as another dead weight to carry. He simply wanted to show her that holding grudges only poisoned one’s soul, that excessive pride would only harm her, that the Dark Arts were unpredictable and extremely dangerous especially when some used them as an emotional outlet. He knew about that, more than he liked to admit.

Severus could understand that Prue hated her parents and was offended at the fact that they were now looking for her nonstop due to finally noticing the incredible witch she was. He could understand that she wanted nothing to do with them, that she loathed the very idea of looking at her mother. He would allow her to stay with him for the rest of her life if she wanted to (romantically or not), once things settled down, as long as she didn't go back to her hell-turned-heaven home attempt.

But what he would never allow was for Prue to go tangle herself among the Dark Arts, looking for something to get her payback for the suffering they had put her through. She was obsessive, it was in her nature to be so, and Severus knew very well that once the first curse was cast, once the Dark power was discovered, she wouldn’t return.

Nevertheless…

He was being a hypocrite, right? Telling her all those things about resentment and envy, treating her as if he were a saint, as if he had gotten over his own demons.

He would never really act upon it, because he was far above those caveman impulses, but Severus didn’t deny his dark thirst for revenge and was aware that no matter how long it had been since then, deep down he wanted to return every little thing they did to him.

To Voldemort, for killing the woman he loved the most.

To Dumbledore, for putting him in the situation he put him in, taking advantage of his pain and regret.

To Lucius, for inviting him to his cult of idiotic and intolerant cretins when he knew that he himself was an idiot and a cretin in a desperate search to belong to something, to be someone.

To James Potter and Sirius Black, for everything they did to him, for making his life more miserable than it already was.

To his father, for every humiliation, every tear, every blow. Not only for those that had left marks on his skin, not only for those that had left marks on his memory, but also for those that had adorned the body of his mother.

And in those moments when he was drowning in his misery, Severus also wanted to blame Lily, and her mother, and Prue, for how unfair life was. For everything bad that happened or had happened to him. He straightened up and buried his face in his hands, his head pulsing hard, the urge to do something stupid and irrational and potentially dangerous almost overwhelming his firm discipline.

Emotions were strong, especially the negative ones. As powerful as the Dark Arts themselves, capable of destroying everything in their path, leaving nothing but pain and destruction where before had been love, friendship, kindness.

Wrath, hatred, loneliness, envy. Severus felt them strongly, being transported from his heart to the tip of his fingers, urging him to pick up the wand and de-stress with some of his old student, teenager habits.

"Let go", he growled to himself, like a warning, like an anchor. There was no one else in there to tell him so, but he had him, as little as that seemed at the moment. He squeezed the wand, which he had taken almost without realizing it. “You have to let go”.

Grudges were strong, but he was stronger. He had learned to be. He knew that many were his mistakes and his alone.

It wasn’t Lily's fault that she had ended her friendship.

It wasn’t her mother's fault that she had been terrified and made bad decisions out of fear.

It wasn’t Prue's fault that she misunderstood him. She was a girl, just a girl who had always been displaced and put last. If anyone was to blame for making her cry it wasn’t her and her insecurities and her overthinking, but him, for not being careful. He had told her not to repeat his mistakes and yet he found himself repeating them.

He had already broken Lily's heart by calling her a Mudblood. Did he, too, have to break Prue's, making her feel that she was a burden to carry, to understand how to choose his words better?

Another sigh, and Severus finally put the wand back in one of his robes’ pockets. He wiped away a hot, angry tear that had trickled down his cheek when he least expected it. The headache was still there, more intense than before, but much less than what it could have become.

He managed to avoid catastrophe, and he would soon drink something for the bloody malaise he felt. It was still too early to go after Prue, but he knew that when she came to her senses, as much as he did, he would be able to explain things to her and steer her away from her misdeeds. If necessary, he himself would set the example, and make his peace with everyone who had ever hurt him, for her.

#snapetober 2021 #snapetober #severus snape #severus x oc #snape x oc #snapedom #pro snape #harry potter original character #original character #oc #fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

[cursemouthed]

All Hell Breaks Loose

She wakes in horror, dark eyes struggling to stay open as tears blur her vision, threatening to run down her cheek, her throat, her chest; tears that seem to have neither beginning nor ending, and Phoebe wants to drown in her grief, wants it to consume her, smother her, reach inside of her and cut through the thread that‘s keeping her earthbound. Printed on the back of her eyelids is her sister‘s face still: blue eyes beaming, cheeks flushed with life, brown hair catching fire in sunlight, her laughter a mere echo that aches her, burns her, haunts her. Her hands have been brewing potions ceaselessly; collecting, mixing and grinding ingredients, fingertips tracing the fabrics of her sister's clothes in the hope of meeting her in a premonition to warn her of the demon that would take her life too fast, too soon. When the tears finally come, they taste like loss, like denial, like she will never speak to her sister again. She knows nothing of defeat, less of the art of letting go; everything she's ever loved bears her marks...the firm grip of her hands, her finger nails clinging onto flesh, unafraid of anything standing between her and the thing she loves. Her hand reaches over to the other side of the bed where she's been keeping the Book of Shadows, getting lost in its pages night after night, looking for a spell created by her ancestors that might bring back Prue and restore the Power of Three, and holds it close as she gets out of bed in one swift motion to tiptoe through her childhood home. Her feet carry her through empty corridors, its  abandoned bedrooms salt in her fresh wound. Something inside of her turns and shifts at the sight of mirrors covered up, family pictures facing the wall. It was as if the house knew what it had lost and was mourning, too. She quickens her pace, leaving the reminder of everything she‘s lost behind to find herself in the midst of their sacred attic. As much as she wanted to crumble underneath her grief, she could not bear the thought of waiting for the waves to claim her, her sister‘s spirit to move on to a place Piper and her could not reach. She roams the attic looking for ingredients, her mind drifting to Prue’s lifeless body and back to a pinch of rosemary, a sprig of Cypress, a yarrow root, six drops of blood. Grind with a pestle and chant. She grabs her embedded silver knife and presses it against her palm, expecting some sort of pain that never comes. Instead, her blood falls into the bowl effortlessly. It does not matter. Nothing does...and maybe nothing ever will again. She wipes her hand clean as she grabs the Book of Shadows next, opening the right page with one swift of her fingertips. She tells herself she is ready, though she is not. Tears come and go as she speaks words of power, head cocked towards the sky, almost as if she was whispering silent prayers to a God that refused to listen. „Power of the witches rise, course unseen across the skies; come to us who call you near, come to us and settle here...“ the witch chants, reaching for the bowl filled with her blood to add it to her silver mortar before she continues. „Blood to blood, I summon thee; blood to blood, return to me“, the mortar hisses, a gentle wind swirling in a circle around her that puts out every candle in the room. Nothing happens, and she remembers what the men in white told her not too long ago: no magic was powerful enough to bring back the dead. Phoebe remembers the busy hospital, the loud voices declaring her sister dead, Prue‘s final resting place, her pale skin that was cold to the touch...the realization hits and Prue is gone, blue eyes lifeless and empty, her body dead and buried, moved on to a place that is so far out of Phoebe‘s reach she grabs the mortar, the knife, everything she can get her hands on and slams it against the wall. Her blood stains the wooden floor, just as her dead sister‘s had, and something inside of her shifts once more, snarls, rips open her ribcage with its claws, begging to be unleashed. She could not fathom the irony of it all, the foolishness that was setting its roots inside of her chest, clawing its way around everything she thought she knew and believed she was. She would never again spare a life so desperate to harm her and her family; never again would she allow the good in her to blind her judgement. Her sister was gone, and she would avenge her death, even if meant she would have to break her oath.

#☾ ʿ 𝔭𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩 ʾ ˛ ﹒ 𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬. #𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

[troutpopulation]

Baby updates 3

Mandatory disclaimer they're birds don't get ur shit in a twist jesus

- they decided to actually sleep soundly today and it was an Occasion so bf and i played some video games, halfway through my sister comes in holding Prue and hands her to me because she wouldn't stop yelling when she held her

- she immediately buries herself in my coat and relaxes. It's adorable, sister brings in Mythra and she does the same. I now have 2 babies in my arms and minecraft on my laptop

- i have to stop them from burrowing so deep they fall but as i do Prudenxia decides that she wants to cuddle my hand and if I pull away I'm the Main Antagonist

- i futilely attempt one hand minecraft as Prudy falls asleep on my hand

- They despised being taken away but it's ok

- later today i heard them crying out and got worried asf and got off the phone to go check on them. My mom had taken them out without telling me as per usual but they were ok just disoriented because they haven't really walked around on hardwood floors yet and it's cold

- Introduced them to vegetables as a treat, the speed at which they play keep-away from each other is immaculate i love them

- I'm hearing them again and it's making me anxious i was gonna sleep but I have to check on them hngh

- of fuckin course it was my sister messing with them when she shouldn't be I'm seconds from commiting violent actions against anyone who comes near them

- she and my mom are like "awww they're our babies 💕" but the second i have to clean Mythra's ass so she doesn't develop pasty vent it's "get your gross fucking bird out of here" i see you bitches.

- i love them so much they need to drink more water tho

#phisbabytag #baby updates

[phoebehalliwell]

Gideon's Voice: And the Charmed Ones. Lovely to see you again. Although you probably don't remember meeting me, you were just little girls.

okay, but Gideon showing up after Patty's funeral to try and convince Penny to enroll the girls there. for their protection, he says, they're the charmed ones and they need to be protected, they need to learn about our world. and Penny going absolutely apeshit on him because she just buried her daughter, and she's got three grieving granddaughters, and here is this pompous ass of an Elder trying to take them away from her.

but, all that said, what do you think it would have been like if Prue, Piper, and Phoebe had gone to Magic School as kids? or if Gideon had found Paige and brought her into the school?

tbh okay so like in regards to magic school vs like. actual canon. i personally think that a lot of powerful magical bloodlines don’t send their kids to magic school bc like. they a) want to raise them in the family traditions they don’t want any outside influences like um. like in clueless where dionne’s like i have a note from my tennis instructor and he would prefer if i didn’t expose myself to anything that might derail his teachings. that. and then b) also a lot of like. ancient magic families i would say you know like the warren line have these epic tomes that quite frankly they don’t want just like. shared with other families. & i think it definitely is a bit of a. like kinda classist situation. like it wouldn’t. it would actually benefit the magical community as a whole to you know. share all this knowledge. but i think a lot of families are really territorial over this practice. i think this really starts to shift when the charmed ones basically make magic school their own i think a lot of traditional families try to worm themselves into that school despite not being in the district so to speak. but like. the idea of learning from the charmed ones!! and the girls themselves really promote the sharing of knowledge because like. again they were kinda left with their dick in their hands when they first got their powers they didn’t know shit and there was still just like stuff that didn’t have entries in the book yet like that could have helped them.

in regards to had the girls gone to magic school tbh i think they kinda would have been insufferable. like. like they’d be little child celebrities and i think everyone would be fawning over them constantly and then also you know like. they’re very powerful witches. but they’re also just kids. they don’t like. they don’t get it. i think prue and phoebe would hex each other often and gram’s hair would be shock white by 1985. i also think patty’s pregnancy would be a lot more difficult to hide you know just because she is the mother of the charmed ones people are always trying to talk her ear off you know blah blah blah and like. they’d def notice if she was pregnant. which then of course would throw everything into upheaval bc the girls are charmed right (i think patty saw it in a vision when she was pregnant with phoebe which is how she was able to give them the power of three spell) but now there are. four of them? that can’t be right. this is fucked up.

of course this is another can of worms if the girls go to magic school post-patty’s funeral because then we avoid the paige dilemma but at the same time like. i feel like these girls are gonna be insanely pissy bc a) they didn’t know this was real right bc their memories were wiped from when they had powers as kids so this is. jarring to say the least. but!! b) um their mom just died?? their mom just died you’re telling me that’s magic and i’m supposed to be amped about it???? i think prue would lash out like A Lot at school and however depressed piper was as a child which let’s face it was like. a lot. yeah. gets magnified times ten when she realizes her mom had her power and it couldn’t save her and she died. also gideon. gideon gideon gideon So Very Canonically Bad With Children you know would do a shit job at consoling them. tbh by the like. fifth time one of the sisters lands in detention he’s just like okay! well this had a good run. 🔪🔪🔪.