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minkyungseokie · 18 days

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Three's A Crowd | Pierre Gasly + Kika Gomes

synopsis; y/n meets Kika and Pierre and they're immediately smitten. They try to express their interest, but it seems everyone except Y/n sees that

warnings; polyamory, controversial age gaps, implied homophobic family, implied religious ideology, random Portuguese and French pet names

note; requested

note2; I don't really like Kika, but it's that type where you don't dislike someone, but you don't like them either. I'm neutral about her ig

reader is African American with 3B hair

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Although the relationship was new, Kika and Pierre were secure in their relationship. They trusted each other even though the the relationship was so new for them. They didn't think they'd be attracted to anyone other than each other. Kika never could've seen herself with someone of the same gender or anything.

Until they saw her.

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Kika was standing with Pierre in front of the Alpine garage, listening and looking around as Pierre talked to Charles about god knows what. She looked around the paddock until something caught her attention. It was an incoming group of people that included a bunch of visitors, engineers, Zhou, and a gorgeous woman who she had never seen before.

"Pierre. Pierre. Look." Kika tapped on her boyfriend's shoulder to greet his attention, "What is it?" Pierre asked, turning and putting an arm around the nineteen-year-old. "Who's that?" Kika questioned, pointing to the girl she had seen, "I don't know." Pierre answered breathily, "She's so pretty." Kika muttered and Pierre couldn't help but to agree, "But not as pretty as you." Pierre quickly added, kissing the top of her head.

"Shut up, Pierre." Kika joked, playfully slapping his chest while not taking her eyes off of the girl, "Charles, do you know who she is?" Pierre asked, pointing towards the girl who was in a pair of patchwork jeans, a yellow crop top with a weird pattern on it, and brown Prada platform shoes(if you don’t like the outfit, or you’re plus size, or you don’t wear immodest clothing, feel free to change it. I want to be inclusive!)

"Oh, she’s a friend I’ve known since her birth. She grew up with Arthur. " Charles said, "Is she single?" Another voice chimed in playfully. Lando popped up with a huge smile, showing that he was just joking, “She is single and in need of other friends or even a boyfriend. She third wheels with my girlfriend and I way too often.” Charles joked. “Introduce us to her.” Pierre blurted, eyes widening when his friends and girlfriend turned to him with questioning looks, “What? You said she needed more friends.” Pierre defended.

“She does, but preferably single friends. And not you.” Charles jested causing Pierre to clutch his pearls, “I’ll have you know, I’m a great friend, Charles.” Pierre gasped. Lando and Kika tittered at the duo, “I don’t see why I couldn’t introduce you to her. Are you coming with Lando?” Charles asked, looking to the Brit, “As much as I’d love to, I’m being called to the garage. I’ll meet her later though.” Lando offered, turning and walking off.

Charles led the way to the Ferrari garage with the couple trailing behind, “Hey, Y/n!” Charles greeted, giving the girl a tight hug, “Charlie! I’m so glad you invited me to come watch you race. I’ve missed you.” The girl said, returning the hug. “I’ve missed you too. There’s some people I want to introduce you to. This is my best friend and his girlfriend.” Charles let go of you and gestured to the couple behind him.

Pierre and Kika stepped forward with welcoming smiles, “Hello, I’m Pierre Gasly. It’s wonderful to meet you.” Pierre greeted, shaking her hand, “I’m Francisca Gomes, but you can call me Kika.” Kika introduced also holding out her hand. The beautiful woman gave them a smile and clasped their outstretched hand in both of her, shaking it in greeting starting with Pierre, “My name is Y/n L/n. It’s lovely to meet you, Mr. Gasly and Ms. Gomes.” Y/n said.

“Oh? You don’t have to call us Ms and Mr. We can’t be that much older than you.” Pierre waved off the formalities, “I’m eighteen.” Y/n spoke.

“Oh.”

After a moment of still silence, Kika spoke up, “Well, I’m only a year older. Just call me Kika and him, Pierre. No need to be formal with us.” Kika said, “Oui, any friends of Charles is a friend of ours.” Pierre added.

“Well, I hope to become good friends with you.”

It's been four long and beautiful years of friendship for the three since then, or, Y/n thought it was friendship. Kika and Pierre had fallen for the charm of the curly-haired beauty only a few months into the friendship. It took a bit of denial and acceptance for both, mostly on Kika's part since she's never been interested in another woman ever in her life, but the two eventually agreed that they would pursue the girl, but only after they tested out the waters.

After they were sure that they really wanted to be with her as more than friends, they began to fully pursue her. They flirted, they gifted her things, they joked, they laughed, they invited her on dates (that she didn't know were dates), and they were touchy. They were sure that Y/n would catch the hint and let them know whether she was comfortable with what they were doing or not, but there's one thing they didn't account for.

Y/n being completely unaware and oblivious of their intentions.

The girl knew so much about a lot of things, but not when people were flirting with her. And now it's been going on for three and a half years. They've given so many hints that literally everyone except Y/n knew that the couple were into her the way they were.

"Pierre, why don't you just tell her that you're into her?" Esteban asked, putting an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders, "I'm not sure, but we agreed to not just spring it on her like that. We wanted to ease her into it, but does not getting the hint." Pierre sighed. "She's not going to get it unless you tell her. She's been like this all her life, which is why she never had a relationship before." Charles explained, "She's never been in a relationship? How? She's gorgeous." Pierre scoffed.

"Didn't you hear him, mate? It's because she's oblivious." Lando spoke up, joining the group who were standing in front of McLaren garage like a bunch of gossiping high schoolers. "What are we talking about?" Lewis asked as he and Carlos joined the group, "You know how Pierre and Kika are into Y/n? We were just asking him any they didn't just ask her out." Charles explained. Lewis and Carlos looked at Pierre, "So why don't you?" Carlos questioned, Pierre groaned, "Kika and I felt like we shouldn't just outright ask her. We didn't want to force it on her." Pierre said.

"She's never going to get it off you don't tell her." Lewis said, "That's what I said!" Charles exclaimed, fist bumping his future teammate. "We're planting to take her out after this weekend. We're going to spend time together in Italy and maybe vacation together of the girls aren't busy." Pierre sighed, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oooh, that's a great idea. Maybe get an accommodation with only one room and one bed so you all have to share." Lando offered teasingly, "That's not a bad idea actually." Pierre muttered. "Where are you thinking of going?" Oscar spoke up, "Probably Bali. Maybe we'll stay in Italy. We're not sure yet." Pierre answered.

Soon, the group dispersed to go to their drivers rooms to get ready for the race.

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Y/n was honestly scared. She had always been openly {your sexuality} and proud about what she was into, but falling for two people at the same time? And two people who were happily together? She felt like a villain. She didn't want to accidentally break up a happy couple because she assumed that they'd be as interested in her as she is to them.

She distanced herself from Pierre and Kika, afraid she would get too attached to couple and accidentally make them uncomfortable with her attraction to them. She still went to the grand prix because she had friends she wanted to support, but instead of going to the Alpine garage like she usually would, she went to the Williams garage to support her favorite British Thai driver and give comfort to her favorite American while she was there. "I know this really isn't my place to ask, but why are you here?" Logan asked, putting the headphones over Y/n's ears for her.

"What do you mean? I'm here for you and Alex. Plus, Lily is here and I do love Lily." Y/n answered, "Love you too!" Lily called back walking up to the duo, "No, I mean, why are you here when you want to be with Kika in the Alpine garage?" Logan reiterated. Y/n sighed, "Because I feel like I'm getting too attached to them. They're a couple who are obviously in love." Y/n said, crossing her arms, "And? They love having you around them. You make them so happy and everyone sees it. I don't think that you being attached to them is a problem." Lily spoke up. "They have something great between them. I feel like if I stay around, I'll reveal how I feel and they'll get disgusted and force me stay away." Y/n ranted, playing with one of her bouncy curls.

Lily and Logan shared a wide-eyed look. They were glad that they had a bit of time before theso they could fully talk, "Y/n, are you...in love with them? Both of them?" Logan asked. Y/n began to sniffle, "Yes! I know it's disgusting and greedy of me to not only want both of them, but to want people who are already happily in love. I know I'm a disgusting creature who doesn't deserve to live for loving someone that I was not intended to love." Y/n cried softly. Lily pulled Y/n into their arms, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's neck, "Oh, honey. It's not disgusting at all. I don't know who told you any of that, but no one has any right to tell you that you're disgusting for loving who you want to love." Lily cooed, wiping away your tears.

"Are things alright over here? Are you alright, Y/n?" James questioned, "Did you hear what we were talking about?" Logan questioned, "Admittedly, I did and I'm here to say Lily is right. Your family cannot may be your blood, but if they do not accept you for who you are and love you despite what you love, they cannot be considered family. No one has any right to tell you that you are going to die and go to hell for loving who you want to love." James comforted. "Plus, you don't need them. You have us. Logan, me, Alex, and even James. You have the Leclerc family and Kika and Pierre. We all love you for you." James reassured, "Don't push Kika and Pierre away. They care for you deeply. If you really are worried, maybe you should talk to them about it." Logan suggested.

Y/n dried their eyes off completely and took off her headphones, "I'm going to the bathroom." Y/n muttered, gently pushing past them and made her way to the Alpine garage. They were right. She can't let her family and their ideology keep her from loving who she wanted to love. She wouldn't be telling the couple about her feelings, but she would no longer be pushing them away like she was. Taking a deep breath, Y/n entered the garage and stopped next to the couple who were engrossed in a conversation, "Uh, hey." Y/n spoke up.

The couple practically break their necks turning to look the girl, "Minha linda! We were just talking about you." Kika gasped happily, throwing her arms around Y/n's neck, "We were afraid that you were running away from us. We missed you, mon bijou." Pierre joined the pseudo hug and planting a kiss on the top of her head. Esteban and Flavy watched from the sidelines, wondering how in the world Y/n just thought that these actions were nothing but platonic when it was clear that they were utterly down bad for the girl with sepia skin and thick ringlets of curls just as she was for them, "I wish they would just get together." Flavy whispered, "For real. It was cute at first, but now it's kind of sad." Esteban agreed.

"I'm sorry. I just needed some time to take care of something and now I'm here to wish you good luck." Y/n smiled up at the Frenchman, "Help me put on my helmet?" Pierre asked the girls. Kika helped him put on his balaclava before stepping back so Y/n could put the helmet on Pierre's head. "Good luck." Y/n said, patting the part of the helmet where his cheek would be and turning to walk, but before she could exit the garage, Kika pulled her back, "No good luck kiss?" Pierre asked, which confused Y/n as they had never asked for one before. Y/n shrugged, thinking nothing of it as she had kissed the cheeks of her other friends before.

Y/n saddled up next to Pierre and planted a kiss on his helmet where his cheek would be, "Good luck out there. Do your best." Y/n repeated before turning to Kika and planting a kiss on her cheek while she had the moment of bravery. "See you guys later." Y/n turned away, walking out of the garage before she busted into a ball of flames from the amount of embarrassment she was feeling.

Kika and Pierre were just watching the girl as she left with love-struck gazes, "We have to make her ours or I'll die." Kika dramatically sighed, "I agree. She drives me crazy and she doesn't even know what's she's doing." Pierre agreed with Kika nodding in agreement

Y/n was confused and conflicted.

Y/n had been offered to come to Italy by Kika and Pierre after the GP was over as they had rented a little place on the beach for them to stay at while on vacation. She, of course, accepted the invite because she had never really been to Italy despite being all over the world. She wanted to take some time to relax and spend time with the ones she really cared for. What better way to spend the next week and a half or so before she gets gray hair during the next race.

But one thing she had not expected was the beach hut thing to have only one bed, “So we’re all sharing this one bed? Are you sure that you’re comfortable with this?” Y/n asked, looking at the bed. “Yeah, it was this or our house and we weren’t sure whether you were comfortable with that or not.” Kika explained, putting her bag down. “Where’s Pierre?” Y/n asked, “He has a couple things to do, so for right now, it’s just you and me for right now. Exciting, yeah?” Kika asked excitedly.

“Yeah, that’s great!” Y/n agreed,

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Pierre arrived at the little beach house and entered with a sigh. He had so much to do that day, he missed spending time with his girls, but at least he’d have the next day with them. Kika had posted photos of them playing in the water and Pierre couldn’t help but feel pride at how many people were asking whether he could fight and whining about how he could pull two baddies while they couldn’t even get a text back.

Pierre unlocked the door and put his suitcase to the side and walked into the room to see Kika curled up in Y/n’s arms. Pierre’s heart raced at the sight of the two people he loved being so close together and he couldn’t wait for Y/n to actually be theirs. Pierre took a quick shower and changed into his pajamas, climbing into the bed behind Y/n and cuddling up to her.

It was the best night’s sleep the three of them had ever gotten.

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jafar-panahi · 2 months

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Nome (2023, Guinea-Bissau 🇬🇼) directed by Sana Na N'Hada

Nome is a film over 50 years in the making. In the late 60s, revolutionary Bissau-Guinean Marxist leader Amílcar Cabral sent filmmakers Sana na N’Hada, Flora Gomes, Josefina Lopes Crato and José Bolama to Cuba. To help change international public opinion against the Portuguese colonial regime, they returned to the country to document the struggle. This archive footage forms the basis for the fiction Nome, N’hada following its eponymous character as he joins the resistance movement. The story takes place in Guinea-Bissau in 1969, during the war of independence between the Portuguese colonial army and the guerrillas of the African Party for the Independence of Guinea. The protagonist, Nome, leaves his village and joins the ranks of the guerrillas. After years of struggle, he returns to his village as a hero. However, the initial joy soon gives way to bitterness and cynicism. (source)

#nome 2023 #sana na n'hada #sana na nhada #guinea bissau #world cinema #cinema #screencaps #dailyworldcinema

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mattmvrdockbabe · 1 year

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“Wow you really don’t know how to keep it in your pants don’t you.”

Bruce glared at his second oldest son before returning his eyes to large computers. They had just returned from a mission and Bruce had received a message from Gordon.

Apparently they had a sixteen year old girl in custody who was his daughter. They had run a DNA test to make sure the kid was a hundred percent his and it gave back positive.

How they had some of his DNA was beyond him but that was the least of his worries. He had another child he did not know about.

“What are you going to do father?” His youngest questioned. Batman was silent for a moment before he stood up and looked towards his children.

“I am going to get her and bring her back here.”

He left the bat cave before anyone could say anything. Hundreds of questions were running through his mind, Who was your mother? How has he not heard of you before, where have you been?

In a small interrogation room a sixteen year old girl let out a frustrated groan and banged on the glass window, “Let me out of here! I didn’t even do anything wrong!”

On the other side of the window detective Gordon stood staring at the girl with his arms crossed. You were caught in the jewelry store but what stunned the man was what he found in the crime scene.

Nothing. He didn’t find anything, you were in the small jewelry store with an expensive necklace in your hand but when the office took a look around there were no signs of a break in.

It was as if you mysteriously walked through the wall and entered the shop.

An officer entered the room and looked at detective Gordon, “Sorry to interrupt but Bruce Wayne in here sir.”

“Great, send him in.”

A few seconds later Bruce Wayne entered and the first thing he saw was the sixteen year old girl banging on the window.

“I swear to god let me out, I need to leave Gotham!” The girl shouted in frustration.

“What do you know about here?” Bruce asked as he kept his eyes on the window.

Gordon sighed and shook his head, “Nothing much surprisingly. Her name is Emilia Gomes. She was born in California, her mother was Esmeralda Gomes. Emilia is a missing child nobody has seen her since her mother died, Emilia is presumed dead.”

“How did her mother die?”

“Car crash.”

Bruce turned to look at Gordon and pointed to the door that led to the interrogation room, “May I?” The detective nodded and the billionaire gripped the door handle before opening the door.

He walked inside and the girl stopped banging on the window. She looked at the man in confusion before she spoke, “Who the hell are you?”

#batfam #batfam x reader #batfam x fem!reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #fem!oc #dc batman

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riding-with-the-wild-hunt · 4 months

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“Tar-Elendil, the fourth king, was succeeded by his son Tar-Meneldur, though his daughter Silmariën was the elder." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King, footnote to "Appendix A: Annals of the Kings and Rulers" "Meneldur was the son of Tar-Elendil, the fourth King of Númenor. He was the King's third child, for he had two sisters, named Silmariën and Isilmë. The elder of these was wedded to Elatan of Andúnië and their son was Valandil, Lord of Andúnië, from whom came long after the lines of the Kings of Gondor and Arnor in Middle-earth. Meneldur was a man of gentle mood, without pride, whose exercise was rather in thought than in deeds of the body. . .All that he could gather of the lore of the Eldar and Edain concerning Eä and the deeps that lay about the Kingdom of Arda he studied, and his chief delight was in the watching of the stars." - J.R.R. Tolkien, Unfinished Tales, "Aldarion and Erendis: The Mariner's Wife"

[ID: an edit composed of four posters in muted shades of brown, red, and greenish hues. Each poster is framed on two sides by two brown stripes, the thinner of which is patterned--together they create a frame around all four images.

1: Anugraha Natarajan, a tamil indian model with brown skin and dark hair. She is draped in a dark veil embroidered in gold and wears a jeweled headpiece. Her gaze is on the viewer though her head is turned slightly to the side. Green and brown text reads "silmariën," "princess," and "maiden garlanded with shining light" / 2: Several richly decorated arches in a classical indian style, held up by dark columns between which other arches can be seen. Text reads "the could've-been queen" / 3: A classical indian palace seen through a window, the towers vivid against the sky. Text reads "and the king who was" / 4: Anthony O. Gomes, an indian model with brown skin, dark hair, and a beard. He is seated on the ground, wearing a black shirt resembling a starry sky, white silk trousers, and silver jewelry. He looks earnest and serious and lifts a handful of pearls. Text in the same arrangement as Image 1, though on the opposite sides, reads "meneldur," "polymath," and "servant of the heavens" //End ID]

#silmariën #tar-meneldur #the silmarillion #unfinished tales #the mariner's wife #tolkienedit #tolkiensource #sourcetolkien #silmedit #oneringnet #mepoc #fantasyedit #númenor #edits with the wild hunt #brought to you by me #posters #described

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fatehbaz · 11 months

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[M]onk seals continued to live in large herds along the largely unexplored Atlantic seaboard of northwest Africa. It was not until 1434 that Portuguese explorers landed on these [supposedly] untamed coasts, and discovered thousands of monk seals. Almost immediately, an intensive and lucrative trade in skins and oil was established [...]. Constantly vying with Spain [...], Portugal was determined to increase its sphere of influence in Africa. While Spain eventually became preoccupied with Columbus’ elusive vision [...] [and] his celebrated 1492 expedition [...] Portugal’s colonial influence in Africa was reaching its height by 1500. The first expeditions to Africa’s Gold Coast were recorded for posterity by an official chronicler, Gomes de Zurara [...]. In his book [...] he relates how the Portuguese Infante [royal prince], eager [...], dispatched explorer Afonso Gonçalves Baldaya in a cargo vessel to make contact with the mysterious “moors” or “pagans” who were believed to inhabit the region (Zurara, 1437).

“But these are people, no matter how beastlike they may be,” proclaimed the Infante, “and they need to be governed... I command you to penetrate this land as far as you can and that you work in order to learn about those people, perhaps taking one captive, so that you may become acquainted with them.”

It was in “the year [...] one thousand four hundred and thirty-six” that Alfonso set sail [...]. [T]he barinel eventually reached the shores of the Gold River, the Rio de Oro, situated at the Bay of Dakhla in the western Sahara. [...] Afonso and his crew sighted their first seals. Literally thousands were suddenly in their field of vision. [...] “Upon seeing on a reef at the mouth of the river a large number of sea-wolves,” relates Gomes da Zurara, “which, according to the estimates of some, amounted to five thousand, he ordered killed those that could be killed and had their furs loaded onto the ship [...].” Despite the windfall in skins and oil, Afonso was still dissatisfied, having failed to take captive any of the elusive natives. He therefore ventured a further 50 leagues “to see if he could capture a man or at least a woman or child in order to satisfy the will of his master.” [...]

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[In] 1437 [...] another Portuguese ship was dispatched to the Gold River to fill its hold with the furs and oil of the sea-wolves. [...] In 1441, [...] the Infante ordered his young wardrobe keeper, Antão Gonçalves, to captain a small ship and return to the Gold River. [...] “[T]he reason for this voyage, as instructed by his Lordship,” writes da Zurara, “was none other than to load that ship with a great quantity of hides and oil from those sea-wolves.” It appears to have been a lucrative undertaking. “ [...]

Antão Gonçalves had fulfilled the command of his master, his ship’s hold brimming with hides and casks, but the young man was eager to pursue his adventures rather than return home as ordered. He assembled his 21-man crew on deck, and addressed them with a rousing speech: “Friends and brothers, our cargo is complete, as you can see, so the principal aim of our mission has been accomplished, and we could well return should we wish to limit our toil…” He then proposed an adventure that would gladden the men’s hearts, providing relief from the laborious and tedious task of hunting, skinning and melting-down seals – a hunt for native slaves [...].

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These first tentative expeditions to the Gold River paved the way for hunting on a more intensive, industrial scale, with 15th century Portuguese explorers dividing their time between lucrative massacres of seals and the equally profitable slave trade [...].

Indeed, within a few years of the sea wolf discovery, a purpose-built installation to process seal hides and oil had been constructed on Ylha de Lobos [...] in the estuary of the Rio de Oro [...]. Around Cap Barbas [...] no less than three sites once bore the name of the sea wolf [...]. [T]he [French and British] colonial plundering of the region [in the early twentieth century] [...], like [...] [Portuguese] conquest before them, were also portrayed as essentially idealistic endeavours. Just as the conquest of the Rio de Oro by massacre and slavery [...] “proves anew that the pursuit of disinterested geographical knowledge [...] were never the only motives of colonial conquest, so the slaughter [...] would today be called “rational exploitation” [...]”.

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All text above by: William M. Johnson. “Monk Seals in Post-Classical History: The role of the Mediterranean monk seal (Monachus monachus) in European history and culture, from the fall of Rome to the 20th century.” Mededelingen 39. The Netherlands Commission for International Nature Protection. 2004. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

#something about fifteenth century spanish in caribbean and portuguese in africa really lays bare #the close connection between industrial extraction of plants and animal products and the racist labor and enslavement #columbus and spanish settlers only decades later would boast of mass slaughter of the caribbean monk seal while enslaving locals #abolition #ecology #imperial #colonial #caribbean #extinction

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greatbritishsimchallenge · 4 months

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With Cassian needing more time to rest, Elizabeth was free to return home and visit her family.

"Mama, papa, sisters, it is so good to see you!"

"And you, dearest Elizabeth. Come, you must catch us up on everything!"

At first, Elizabeth kept her news light and breezy, but it didn't take long before her complaints began to pour out.

"He is just so old, mama! He gets out of breath just walking up the stairs - anything fun like hunting or jousting is impossible."

"Poor sweetheart, though I did warn you of the price for choosing an old man. It's all very well focusing on his money and title, but you've also got to live with him until his death. Still, I suppose it won't be long now until he does die," comforted Elizabeth's mother, Gregoria.

"When we first married I was certain I'd be single within a week or so, and now here we are nearly a whole season later! The trouble is, now I don't even want him to die - I haven't yet told you the best and the worst part of my news. His granddaughter died not too long ago, reopening the potential for who will be heir after Henry."

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Agnes, one of Elizabeth's sisters.

"Tell me about it - if I can get pregnant quickly enough, I could end up redirecting the entire estates and titles into our family."

"What wonderful news!" cheered Gomes, Elizabeth's father.

"It is and it isn't - it means I am actually going to have to carry that man's baby," Elizabeth shivered at the prospect.

"Have you not yet consummated your marriage?" asked Gregoria, concerned.

"Mama, I don't want to talk about that with you! Suffice to say I have done enough to ensure he could not annul the union. Still, it doesn't mean I want to do anymore than I must. At first I kept him busy in the hopes the constant activity might exhaust him and kill him off. Instead, he's exhausted and very much alive and I need to somehow get him enough energy back to try for children."

"You must be careful, Elizabeth," warned Gregoria. "To never speak like this to anyone outside of this house. As your family, we support and understand your decision- your marriage has brought us great honour and status and will surely help your siblings to make stronger matches too. But your disgust for Lord Cassian is too palpable right now - if he senses it, this marriage will quickly turn. You know the rumours about his previous marriages. Just stay my happy little flower and let him pollinate you. Once you have your baby, you don't need to touch him ever again if you so desire."

"Don't worry about me, mama," dismissed Elizabeth. "I know what I'm doing. Lord Cassian is like my loyal old dog, grateful for head scratches and scraps. He adores me far too much to ever suspect a thing."

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clytemnaestraes · 8 months

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Lady Stoneheart + Sir Gawain and the Green Knight: Parallels and Symbolism

The steel was polished to such a high sheen that she could see her reflection in the breastplate, gazing back at her as if from the bottom of a deep green pond. The face of a drowned woman, Catelyn thought. Can you drown in grief? — Catelyn, ACOK

Catelyn's face reflected in renly's green armour reminded me of the story of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. I decided to dig into it and surprisingly found many things evocative of Lady Stoneheart.

1. A Judge

The Green Knight appears in Arthurian tales as a judge or tester of knights, challenging them to honour their promises. Lady Stoneheart plays a similar role in ASOIAF by demanding that jaime and brienne honour their promise to return her daughters or face death.

2. Colours: Green + Grey

It has been argued that green is wrongly attributed to the green knight owing to a mistranslation of the Cornish word glas, which means grey. In another variation of the story, the knight is often called "the man of the grey mantle".

Lady Stoneheart is heavily associated with grey.

Grey was the color of the silent sisters, the handmaidens of the Stranger. Brienne felt a shiver climb her spine. Stoneheart. — Brienne, AFFC

3. Identities and Aliases

At the end of the story, the green knight reveals himself to be Bertilak de hautdesert, Lord of a castle. Before getting resurrected as a fire wight, Lady Stoneheart was Catelyn tully stark.

On my honour as a Tully, on my honour as a Stark. — Catelyn, ASOS

4. A Game (of thrones)

The word gomen (game) is found 18 times in Gawain. Its similarity to the word gome (man), which appears 21 times, has led some scholars to see men and games as centrally linked.

The story itself began with a "Christmas game", known in folk stories as a "beheading game".

What... what game?

The only game. The game of thrones.

Catelyn ends up as Lady Stoneheart because her son wins every battle but loses the war, i.e., loses the game of thrones. Catelyn too was one of the players of the game, of course.

5. Winter, seasonality, and the rise and fall of things

The Green Knight tells Gawain to meet him at the Green Chapel in "a year and a day"—in other words, the next New Year's Day. Scholars interpret the yearly cycles, each beginning and ending in winter, as the poet's attempt to convey the inevitable fall of all things good and noble in the world

Winter is of course an extremely important motif in ASOIAF:

They are the knights of Summer, and winter is coming. — Catelyn, ACOK

It's also interesting to note that feasts are important events in both stories: the green knight first appears at a Christmas feast and Catelyn is killed at a wedding feast.

6. Trophies and Temptation: Girdles and Flayed skins

Roose bolton offers a piece of theon's flayed skin to Catelyn, and she is tempted to accept it.

"May I offer you this…small token of revenge?" Part of Catelyn wanted to clutch the grisly trophy to her heart, but she made herself resist. — Catelyn, ASOS

As Lady Stoneheart, she fully gives in to her temptation and ruthlessly pursues revenge.

"...She wants to feed the crows, like they did at the Red Wedding. Freys and Boltons, aye. We'll give her those, as many as she likes." —Brienne, AFFC

In Gawain's story, he is gifted a girdle by his hostess, the Lady Bertilak. He had earlier promised his host that he'd return whatever he got at the end of the day, but Lady Bertilak insists that it's a magical girdle that will prevent Gawain from being killed at the hands of the green knight. He gives in to temptation and keeps the girdle.

7. Chivalry and Contradictions: So many vows

The knight's code of honour requires Gawain to do whatever a damsel asks. Gawain must accept the girdle from the Lady, but he must also keep the promise he has made to his host that he will give whatever he gains that day. Gawain chooses to keep the girdle out of fear of death, thus breaking his promise to the host but honouring the lady.

Gawain's dilemma about whether to keep the girdle as ordered by his hostess or return it to his host and honour his promise to him reflects jaime's dilemma and the contradictory vows of knighthood.

So many vows...they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It's too much. No matter what you do, you're forsaking one vow or the other. — Jaime, ACOK

It's also interesting to note that the five pointed star or the pentangle is heavily associated with Gawain, reminiscent of the seven pointed star of the faith associated with Westerosi knights (and by extension with jaime) as they are anointed by the faith.

8. Wounds to the neck

Catelyn's throat is slit by the freys before they dumped her in the river, and as a result, she is unable to speak properly.

At the story's climax, Gawain is wounded in the neck by the Green Knight's axe.

The symbolism surrounding wounds:

During the medieval period, the body and the soul were believed to be so intimately connected that wounds were considered an outward sign of inward sin. The neck, specifically, was believed to correlate with the part of the soul related to will.

Hope you enjoyed this post!

#catelyn stark #asoiaf #lady stoneheart #the green knight #literature #sir gawain #jaime lannister #asoiaf mythology parallels #catelynisms #arthurian legend

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irukasenseii · 7 months

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@thecopynin-kakashi

In the months that followed both Kakashi's reinstatement as a Konoha shinobi and Naruto's return, team 7 was reformed with a new member and missions were back in full swing. They'd been given several precious weeks together though, enough time to get Kakashi's family home fixed up and for Iruka to move out of his little apartment. He hadn't lived in a house since the kyūbi attack had destroyed the one he'd lived in with his parents. It was nice. Things were going good. They were making the space their own and Kakashi kept his promise to keep coming back when he did start taking missions again.

He couldn't help but feel like something was coming though. It left him feeling unsettled for weeks and despite trying to talk himself out of being paranoid, he was proven right when Pein attacked looking for Naruto.

They were supposed to be safe in the village. He always laughed off Kakashi's concern to look over his shoulder because he was gome and gome was safe. He regretted it. He should apologize but he didn't think he'd get a chance to now, finding himself in a very vulnerable position. Having pulled another shinobi out of some rubble, Iruka positioned himself as best as he could to protect the unconscious man from the Akatsuki member staring him down.

He was asking about Naruto. His student. Brother. His kid. Like hell he was going to say anything and said as much. Defiant till the end. He was going to die there and he knew it. His only regret was that he knew how this would affect Kakashi.

'Kakashi-- I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry.'

#thecopyninkakashi #[mobile post]#because we cant wait and want the angsttt

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queen-of-hobgobblers · 7 months

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Hunted (Prologue)

When Gwen and Miles go missing on a mission for Miguel, it’s up to Hobie to save them. But who took them? And what exactly do they want?

Part 1

tw swearing

“Woah,” Gwen says, marveling at the view in front of her. Pinks, greens, yellows- bright technicolor as far as the eye can see, fast-flowing rivers and twisting vines hanging off branches, like the one she and Miles are perched on.

“‘Woah’ is right,” he says from beside her, sounding just as awed as she is. “I’ve never seen so many...”

“Yeah,” Gwen finishes, knowing exactly what he meant.

“So... where do we start looking?”

The two had been sent to take in a new recruit.

“Huntsman of Earth-92,” Miguel told them during their debrief. “Civilian identity, Alexander Oliveira Gomes, he/they.”

“We tried to recruit them a few months ago, a little while before Spot appeared,” Jessica said from where she was perched against her motorcycle. “But he wasn’t so fond of the Society’s motives and tactics.”

At this, Miguel looks a little ashamed. Jessica, however keeps her face focused and neutral.

“So what I’m hearing is,” Miles says, casually taking a bite out of a pear, “ya guys need us to swoop in and let them know that you don’t do any of that shit anymore.” Though, with the fruit in his mouth, the words came out garbled and barely understandable.

Miguel grunts begrudgingly. “I... yes, I suppose so. Keep in mind, Earth-92 is a world brimming with different types of flora and fauna.”

He pulls up photos on one of his screens- broken down homes. Rusted transmission towers. Animals of all shapes and sizes, big and small. And in each photo, vibrant greens and snaking vines.

“Their Earth suffered a world-wide nuclear disaster a few centuries ago. Most technology was lost, and greenery began to run rampant after a few decades. The radiation caused it to mutate, evolve. Be mindful of that fact.”

“Miguel, Peter and I nearly got swallowed up by a jumbo-sized venus flytrap,” Jessica noted dryly. “And that was one of the milder monstrosities.”

Miguel nodded at her. “I trust your Spidey Senses will help lead you to him. Alex communicates in ASL and Libras. Gwen, your expertise will be needed here.”

‘You can depend on me,’ Gwen signed at him.

Satisfied, Miguel addressed both the teenagers present. “The reason I’m sending you two on this mission together is because both Alexander and the Spider Society would greatly benefit from an alliance. The multiverse would greatly benefit from an alliance. And there would be no better duo to convince them of that than you two.”

Something like relief and gratefulness pass over Miguel’s face.

“We won’t let you down, tio.” Miles tosses the fruit core into a nearby trashcan, before shooting Miguel a salute and walking towards the portal.

He’s gone before Miguel can let out a retort.

Back in the present, Gwen shrugs, tilting her head at him. “Miguel told us to follow our Spidey Senses, right? Should be easy enough.”

Miles nods, before taking her hand and intertwining their fingers. He squeezes and she returns the gesture, before the two finally pull away.

Whipping out their web-slingers, the two start to explore.

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Notes:

ASL // American Sign Language

Libras // Brazilian Sign Language

Tio // Different meanings in Spanish. In this context, it means “dude.”

#once again feel free to give feedback #especially if something’s unintentionally offensive or inaccurate #gwen stacy #miles morales #gwiles #jessica drew #milesgwen #gwenmiles #miguel o’hara #spiderverse #atsv #my writing

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lxdymoon0357 · 8 months

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Hi it's been a while since we've talked how are you been?

I've been good since mourning of my grandfather...im gonna return gome in a few days and gonna be active again, i got the time to catch up with my cousins and even my uncle from my maternal side!

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nonfilms · 1 year

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2022 (the year of “Soylent Green”) began with festival cancellations and general malaise, but ended with an outpouring of great cinema. Here are the favorite films we were lucky enough to catch (mostly) in-person. Seek these out at your local theater or at your earliest convenience. 1. The Novelist’s Film (Hong Sangsoo) 2. All the Beauty and the Bloodshed (Laura Poitras) 3. The Civil Dead (Clay Tatum) 4. The Eternal Daughter (Joanna Hogg) 5. Butterfly in the Sky (Bradford Thomason, Brett Whitcomb) 6. Return to Seoul (Davy Chou) 7. The Super 8 Years (Annie Ernaux, David Ernaux-Briot) 8. Crimes of the Future (David Cronenberg) 9. Showing Up (Kelly Reichardt) 10. Ghost Amber (Tim Grabham) 11. The Banshees of Inisherin (Martin McDonagh) 12. Learn to Swim (Thyrone Tommy) 13. Decision to Leave (Park Chan-wook) 14. Vortex (Gaspar Noé) 15. Actual People (Kit Zauhar) 16. Aftersun (Charlotte Wells) 17. Funny Pages (Owen Kline) 18. Tár (Todd Field) 19. Cane Fire (Anthony Banua-Simon) 20. Quantum Cowboys (Geoff Marslett) 21. Happer’s Comet (Tyler Taormina) 22. Sr. (Chris Smith) 23. Fire of Love (Sara Dosa) 24. The Tsugua Diaries (Maureen Fazendeiro, Miguel Gomes) 25. Neptune Frost (Saul Williams, Anisia Uzeyman) 26. Descendant (Margaret Brown) 27. The Cathedral (Ricky D'Ambrose) 28. Eternal Spring (Jason Loftus) 29. Sam Now (Reed Harkness)

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calboniferous · 1 year

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for @greenbeanssssss, pspspsps gome get ur dreamling Mer AU

“Did I hear you say that you have no intention of ever dying?”

Hob starts upright, nearly falling from his perch on the end of the pier as a mellow voice rises from below.

And there, where his feet skim the waves, void-like eyes gleam up at him from a strange, handsome face framed by trailing raven locks—a man like night itself given form. That is, if night swims bare-chested by the pier of some lonely fishing outpost, pearlescent under the full moon and adorned with translucent fan-like structures—with fins.

He should probably flee. Every song he’s ever heard about such creatures of the deep point to Hob being eaten or drowned should he stay.

Yet he is transfixed. The buzz of alcohol warm in his limbs likely has something to do with it. His lowered inhibitions weaken him to this ethereal stranger but by god he is gladly a weak man tonight.

Perhaps he is dreaming. Night visions of mythos brought to life by drink and the darling illusions from the full moon pouring silver over the docks, through wisps of cloud masquerading as swirling horses and silk banners.

They look at him expectantly and he remembers their question.

“Uh, yeah,” he replies. Dreaming or not, it seems the polite thing to do. “Yeah, that’s right.”

A smile haunts their face.

“So sure,” they hum. Fishhook nails dig into the wooden planks by his knee and closer, he can make out fine pattern of scales like those of a whiting, green-blue-silver iridescence playing over their proud features. “Yet you do not lie.”

The moon’s soft rays shatter off their skin and scales, fractals dancing as they fold long, bony arms in front of them, bracing against the planks to lift themselves half out of the water and Hob stills at their closeness.

In his chest his heart flutters—with fear or something else he cannot tell. And he should be afraid, with the long, sinuous curve of their spine ending not in legs, but with a serpentine tail that winds back and forth, idly stirring eddies.

He swallows.

“Aye.”

They’re near enough to make out the individual strands of hair plastered wetly to their crystalline cheeks and shoulders, to feel the coolness radiating from their body.

“A curse none would wish for,” they tilt their head, “none save you.”

“All the more living for me, I suppose.”

That razor smile flashes again.

“Then you must tell me what it’s like, Robert Gadling.” A webbed hand comes to cup his cheek, their voice resonating in Hob’s own chest. “Let us meet here, again, ten years hence,”

He doesn’t dare move.

“Ten years’ time, on this day?”

They nod, amusement flickering in the dark pools of their eyes.

In return he gives his own silent vow, and the creature surges up and catches his lips with theirs, silencing his surprised cry.

Their hand is cold on the back of his neck, tangling in his hair, nails grazing his skin as they press closer, deeper, kissing him like the tide: salty and relentless, and Hob yields to it thoughtlessly, arm sweeping to cradle their back and finding scaled gills rippling under his palm.

He forgets to breathe.

The sea roars loud in his ears and he’s dragged impossibly closer, bowed toward the water. It is only by some miracle that he keeps his grip to the pier, tethered as he is by his solitary hold on a mooring.

Sharp teeth prick his lip and the sweet tang of copper blooms on his tongue as he bruises and drinks moonlight from their cool, cruel mouth like a man dying of thirst.

He burns, he freezes and is unmade, shivering under their touch—the sharp tug of their hand in his hair, the press of their chest to his, and the blinding force of their kiss.

For a moment, he thinks he dies.

Then they break away then and he gasps. The rush of his own pulse nearly deafens him to their murmured goodbye against his cheek.

“Ten years,” they say and it’s the hush of sea foam and sand washing against the shore—the soul-heavy pounding of waves against a headland, felt more than heard—and they draw back, silver pinpricks of stars glowing in the inky darkness of their eyes.

“Ten years.”

And they are gone, a spray of diamond droplets in their wake.

Shirt soaked through and breathless, Hob sits there until dawn.

#dreamling #the sandman #my writing #dreamling mer AU #aka sailor hob brags about intending to live forever on the seas. dream listening below the docks goes bet and then has a moonlight confront #ation to challenge him about it (and bestow Immortal Curse Kiss)#dream you fool you caused this man's mosnterfucker awakening #and just gave him the best motivation to come back in a decade #hob: what do u mean i only get 2 kiss u once a decade?

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garland-on-thy-brow · 2 years

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International demostration for the captive defenders of Mariupol - June 25th!

‼️ Post last UPDATED with new locations on June 24! More countries and locations have been added. It is alphabetized by countries, find yours!

Please pay attention that while most of the demonstrations will be held on June 25, some are on June 26 - those special cases are highlighted in the list. ‼️

Peaceful demonstrations with the motto «Azovstal. Free Mariupol defenders» will take place all over Europe on Saturday, June 25th (and some, on June 26th). List of cities below. Please come if you can, and share the information.

The purpose is to save the defenders of Mariupol from torture and brutality while they are held prisoners by russia, and to help them return home as soon as possible. This is a plea of every Ukrainian, and the world must hear it.

We need to remind the world about our captive heroes, to draw the attention of international organizations to the conditions they are held in, to ensure their situation is monitored by international community.

Below is the list of cities where demonstrations will be held. If your city is on the list - please come to support Ukrainian heroes, and invite people to come with you. If not - I ask you to share the information, and possibly contact your local organizations to see if you can gather in your city too.

Australia 🇦🇺

Customs House, Sydney, NSW

26.06 (‼️)