#roslyn harbor

[cathikesny]

Cedarmere

It feels wrong to gatekeep this just because it's MY FAVORITE PLACE ON EARTH and I don't want people going there and messing it up or seeing me weep over its immense beauty and magic.

Okay, I'm being a little dramatic here but truly, Cedarmere IS my favorite place on earth and it IS filled with beauty and magic.

LET'S START WITH THE BASICS AS USUAL BEFORE I START WAXING POETIC ABOUT A PARK ON LONG ISLAND:

💰: FREE

⏰: the PARK is open from dusk until dawn, 365 days (as of now, due to Covid, the mansion remains closed unless specified on the website)

📍: 225 Bryant Ave., Roslyn Harbor, Long Island, NY

♿️: there IS handicapped parking, but this place doesn't have paved paths, so do with that handicapped parking what you will

🏃‍♀️: beginner intensity, this isn't so much about the hikes as it is the "vibes" and the strolls

🐶: as far as I'm aware, pets are not explicitly forbidden

🚗: two parking lots, the lower lot around the curve is my preferred

📸: moderate "Instagramability",

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) was a prolific poet, an abolitionist, an outspoken activist for worker's rights, the long time editor of The New York Evening Post, and was the main tenet of Cedarmere. (He's also a huge reason we have Central Park and The Metropolitan Museum of Art, so big ups to WCB for all he did for New York back in the day).

Bryant created an oasis on the North Shore of Long Island that I don't even remember finding for the first time anymore but I knew that when I did.. this was something special. It's a very small estate and only has some small hills and short paths around the mansion and pond and down to the boathouse. Cedarmere, again, isn't about "the hike"; it's solely about the feeling.. the magic.. the serenity.. the beauty.. the intentionality of each piece of the estate.

This place was made with care and love and it shows.

Cedarmere is maybe a weird first suggestion of places on Long Island to visit for a "hike" or an "adventure", especially since it's small and unknown and the Nassau County Museum of Art is just up the hill (on former Bryant property as well). I think off the beaten path, the unknown and unexpected, yet completely remarkable are worth all the time in the world and the best places to seek out.

TRAIL SUGGESTION:

I don't really have a "trail suggestion" because there really is only so much of this park to explore. It is very small and I think the only technical trail is around the large pond pictured below.

Cedarmere doesn't have the trails or breadth of space, but it does have features. It has a definitely peacefully haunted house, a beautifully restored boathouse, a serene, murky and gentle pond, a stone bridge, strategic lookout points for glorious sunset views of Hempstead Harbor, an overgrown reflecting pool leading to a dilapidated fountain that fills with tulip tree petals and radiates pink in the spring, and a boxwood maze that surrounds the most beautiful magnolia tree you've ever seen in your life. Pictures and words are not enough, this place is spectacularly beautiful in the Spring especially but really, always.

Cedarmere brings me peace just explaining it to you. It is a place that makes you exhale and feel safe and still.

DRIVING ROUTE:

This will probably be the first and last time I give a suggestion of HOW to drive to a particular park. This may sound bizarre but just hear me out, Roslyn is a phenomenally old little town that is just steeped in American history and it is deeply picturesque.

My preferred route for the full effect:

If you're driving up from the southern parts of Long Island, I recommend the scenic route of Roslyn Road going North (which will turn into Main Street once you cross into Roslyn). Some of the oldest structures and houses in Nassau County live on this street and are treated with such care by their current residents. You can always stop in on Gerry Park to your right, but that's just a lovely little unnecessary stop if you ask me. Once you hit the Clocktower, which you truly can't miss, the road forks and you want to stay to the right and drive through town, a whopping two blocks? and you will hit another fork in the road. This time, you want to turn LEFT onto Bryant Avenue (does it feel like you're getting close? You are!). You will pass Diane's Bakery on your left before you go under the viaduct, and if you're looking for a little something to eat before heading to Cedarmere or after leaving there, I do recommend stopping by this long-time Rosyln staple. Once you pass under the viaduct, you should soon see a white house on the curve of the road and maybe even a gravel-filled parking lot (this is where you will pull in for the handicapped parking). I NEVER park in the first gravel parking lot, personally, I ALWAYS round the bend and park behind the house around the curve on the left side of the road.

The website has more directions but that's certainly my route of choice, and yes, I have been here enough times that I have a literal way I prefer to get there.

I've been known to haunt this place regardless of the time of year or time of day. It is most special in Spring though I think (although that's probably my opinion on everywhere as I really love flowers...).

Cedarmere is magic.

Go and experience it as quickly as humanly possible.

This is like #1 on my "Run, Don't Walk" list of places to go.

Photo credit for the obviously not iPhone taken pictures goes to @himynameisnotjoby

#long island photography #longislandny #long island #longisland #liny #new york #bryant park #william cullen bryant #cedarme #nassau county art museum #roslyn #roslyn harbor #cathikesny #newyork #parks #long island ny #adventure #new york from a new yorker #new york history #preserves #nature #nature hikes #hempstead harbor #nassau county #central park #new york public library #the met #the metropolitan museum of art

[horoscopo-dehoy]

Videntes en Virden

#SAGITARIO: No te empeñes en arreglar un asunto con alguien que en este momento no quiere escucharte. Por mucho que te parezca egoísta, está en su derecho de hacerlo. Más adelante puede surgir la oportunidad, deja que todo se calme un poco más.

Tarot Y Videncia:

Llámanos Ahora

🇺🇸 Estados Unidos: [phone]

Para resolver los problemas del corazón y entregarnos a la felicidad. ¡Los temas del corazón son tan complejos! Cuando el amor no ha tocado a la puerta nos sentimos ansiosos por encontrar a la paraje ideal y una vez que la tenemos nos enfrentamos al miedo de perderla. En cualquiera de los casos no hay de qué preocuparnos porque el tarot amor nos brinda la ayuda necesaria para triunfar en una relación.

#Roslyn Harbor #Willow Grove #Pleasant Hill #Saukville

[thebaffledcaptain]

Music of the Revolutionary Century: Roslyn Castle

Perhaps tied for my favorite Haunting Revolutionary Tune, Roslyn Castle was used throughout the Revolutionary War as a British march, though it frequently takes the form of a dirge, becoming associated with funeral affairs (in one copybook from the period it is indeed labelled as "a Dead March"). The tune is named for the existing Roslyn Castle in Scotland—perhaps its somber air comes from the fact that the castle was evidently damaged multiple times from the 15th to the 17th century and lay mostly in ruins by the time the 18th century came around, when it was supposedly composed. Allegedly the British played this march in low spirits when they marched out of Hempstead Harbor, Long Island after the war.

My favorite version of this tune is not necessarily a particularly historically accurate one, but it is another instance of a rendition I find captures the tone of the melody so well. Melrose Quartet's version is a supremely emotional one, in the most comprehensive way possible: it is mournful, yet majestic—tragic, yet triumphant.

For my fellow music nerds out there (forgive while I get technical):

Interestingly, as my fellow fifer pointed out to me when I first mentioned the tune, the fife-and-drum version of the tune excludes the raised leading tone because fifes are tuned diatonically to "folk B-flat" (it's... complicated, I can't explain it fully myself—they're essentially played in the key of D, tuned in the key of Bb, and, like... actually pitched in Ab... it's not important) and aren't capable of playing that D#, which they substitute as a D natural. The result is something rather modal, a little less acute and a little more poignant—all that tension is gone, and that half-step alteration feels, somehow, profoundly resigned, without that painful pull toward the tonic.

#lmao daily reminder that i am also a music major #these posts be like here's some history now excuse me while i wax poetic about leading tones because i cannot be normal about anything #i really do love this tune i wish we played it more #but i should be glad that we don't considering it is quite literally a funeral march lol #amrev #american revolution #revolutionary war #revolutionary war music #18th century music #folk music #18th century #18thc #music #british army #Youtube #music of the revolutionary century #this is your captain speaking #redcoatposting #the captain's lectures #awi

[bhb-equanimitimmarcescible]

Reaganomic, Bushery & Trumpery ou Amèricrassie

William Joseph Casey, né le 13 mars 1913 à Elmhurstet mort le 6 mai 1987 à Roslyn Harbor, est un homme politique et homme d’État américain. Il est notamment directeur de la Central Intelligence Agencyde 1981 à 1987. Directeur de la CIA (1981-1987) Après avoir dirigé la campagne de Ronald Reagan au cours de l’élection présidentielle de 1980, Casey est nommé directeur de la CIA en 1981 et le…

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[lex-2002]

Ana Mercedes Hoyos (29 September 1942 – 5 September 2014) was a Colombian painter, sculptor and a pioneer in modern art in the country. In her half-century of artistic works, she garnered over seventeen awards of national and international recognition. Beginning her career in a Pop Art style which moved towards abstract, her trajectory moved toward cubism and realism as she explored light, color, sensuality and the bounty of her surroundings. Her reinterpretations of master painters led her to an exploration of Colombian multiculturalism, and her later works focused on Afro-Colombian and mestizo heritage within the Colombian landscape. Her works can be found in the permanent collections of the Fuji Art Museum in Tokyo; the Ibercaja Collection in Zaragoza, Spain; the Museum of Modern Art in Mexico City; the Nassau County Museum of Art of Roslyn Harbor, New York, as well as the Bogotá Museum of Modern Art and museums in other Latin American cities. Her collection of archival materials on San Basilio de Palenque were donated to the United Nations University in Tokyo and the Smithsonian's National Museum of African American History and Culture.

#google #Google Doodle #history #historic #art #painter

[reignfms]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 , demons !    the northern kingdom awaits the arrival of nyla, roslyn manderly + soren snow within the next 24 hours or risk reopening. the following fc(s) are now taken: karrueche tran, ella hunt, lee soo hyuk

⟨ karrueche tran. demi woman. she + they. thirty seven. ⟩we welcome nyla to winterfell, the hand maiden from meereen. keep an eye out for their vulgar nature, they tend to cover it up by acting dedicated. rumor has it they are neutral to the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with themselves. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of deep dimples crinkling their cheeks, a husky laugh, snatches of songs hummed in ghisian valyrian — luna

⟨ ella hunt. cis female. she/her. twenty-five. ⟩ we welcome roslyn manderly to king’s landing , the lady of white harbor. keep an eye out for their timid nature, they tend to cover it up by acting supportive. rumor has it they are for the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house manderly. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of warm eyes peering out at the open water with dreams of adventures in them and clay stains wherever she goes. — lee ( one of thali’s lady’s in waiting! )

⟨ lee soo hyuk. cis male. he/him. twenty-nine. ⟩ we welcome soren snow to king’s landing , the bastard from the dreadfort/shipwright from pyke. keep an eye out for their callous nature, they tend to cover it up by acting dependable. rumor has it they are against the peace treaty, and their loyalties lie with house greyjoy. you’ll know it’s them when you get flashes of thoughts of a life you’ll never have and cold eyes warning you to turn around. — lee ( kaelys’ first mate! )

#appless rp #mature rp #period rp #fantasy rp #got rp #game of thrones rp #asoiaf rp #royals rp #royal rp #accepted

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[ladylabsinthe]

Roslyn Harbor, Long Island, circa 1880's

#Roslyn Harbor #long island #1880s #New York City #people #outside

[theamsterdamatharborside]

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[trash-llama]

Reef: Roslyn, sweetie. There is something we want to talk to you about.

Roslyn: *mumbles* please don’t let it be the talk...

Poppy: You know how we have talked about the possibility of moving away from Evergreen Harbor?

Roslyn: Yeah, because the world is glitchy and it makes the Watcher cranky and everything.

Reef: Exactly!

Poppy: Well, we might be moving sooner than first anticipated. We found a possible house!

#ts4 swans #ts4 legacy #g6 #poppy #reef #roslyn

[antisemitism-us]

A couple who left the noise of New York City for the peace and quiet of the Long Island suburbs in 2020 says they have found anything but peace, after they claim to have been bombarded with threats from their neighbor over a disputed property line.

Eric and Elina Goldman are shaken and scared. Ten months after the couple left Manhattan for a home in Roslyn Harbor, they say they are being tormented by a neighbor.

“He points in the window to me, went like this,” Eric said, moving his hand across his throat. Goldman said their next-door neighbor, Thomas Cerna, looked him in the eye and said, “You’re dead!”

A doorbell camera captured Tuesday’s expletive-filled and antisemitic rant on video. A law enforcement source confirmed to NBC New York that the threatening voice heard in the video belongs to Cerna.

“It’s terrifying honestly. The fact that we now know this type of behavior is alive and well in 2021 and literally living next door,” said Eric.

#antisemitism #new york #united states

[chimeowrical]

A soft thought: Rooster or Abbot dancing to upbeat music in space quarantine with their S.O, (songs like Come and Get Your Love, Tootie Fruitee, Jump in the Line, etc) but finishing the night slow dancing to songs like Roslyn, Harbor Lights, Bring It On Home To Me, etc. Or better yet, Abbot and Rooster leaning down to grab Baby or Gravy's paws and goofily dancing with them. (I imagine Abbot and Baby would look a lot like that one scene in 101 Dalmatians lol)

Literally why did I JUST see this I fuckin’ love this sm

#not art #i'm cleaning out my inbox and finding all the CUTE STUFF #Anonymous

[alltheworldsinmyhead]

              SOMEWHERE BETWEEN SORROW AND BLISS

                                       chapter 1: hands, fingers, lips

                                         chapter 2: fists, nails, teeth

                                                            AO3

#canon divergence #childhood friends to lovers #robb wins the war of five kings #now or never #forbidden romance #arranged marriage #smut with plot #angst

//Angry tears stream down his face as he speaks. He drops his head and nuzzles against the hollow of her throat to hide them, but she can still feel them; hot and wet on her skin.

‘’But I always knew you could never be my family, Arya.’’//

.............................................................................................................................

‘’I’m not marrying him!’’  she screamed on top of her lungs, angry blush stinging her cheeks. ‘’You cannot force me!’’

‘’Arya, please.’’ Robb sounded tired. He always sounded tired lately, weary like an old man and hunched over papers in his solar for whole days. ‘’Please, stop it. We’ve been through it a million times already.’’

She just shook her head.

‘’No.’’ a single tear dropped from her eyes and she wiped away furiously. She was not a child anymore; she was a woman now. Flowered.

About to be sold away, sent away like a fucking cargo.

‘How could you do it to me? I don’t want to-‘’

‘’Look, do you think I wanted any of this?’’ Robb’s voice pierced the air like an arrow as his patience ran out and he rose from his seat to his full height, immediately towering above her. ‘’The crown, the war? Ro – Roslyn?’’

She gaped at him silently at that, her jaw dropping from surprise. He had never mentioned his wife in these conversations before, carefully avoided ever bringing her up.  Before she could say anything, he locked his eyes with hers, blue on grey, and continued:

‘’I just wanted to save you and Sansa, to avenge our Father. They named me King in the North when  I was not much more than just a kid, full of silly ideas about the world. And I fell in love, Arya, with a woman who was not my betrothed. Who would be the downfall of me and the whole Northern army on top of that. I didn’t care for it. In my madness, I dreamed of nothing else but marrying her.’’

Robb’s hands curled into fists. With the light of the candles illuminating his face, she could see first wrinkles forming in the corners of his mouth, on his forehead. He has always been more Tully in looks than Stark, but even with his red curls, something about his expression reminded her of Father in King’s Landing, perpetually worried about everything.

Robb had been in love. Robb had been in love and no one had told her about it. Nobody even mentioned it.

‘’What was her name?’’ she asked softly.

Her brother lowered his head with a deep sigh.

‘’It does not matter now. I buried this love. Roslyn is a good woman and she gave me a beautiful daughter. I did my duty and I’m proud of it.’’

Somehow, she knew what he was about to say before he uttered the words. And still, they dropped heavily, like stones on her back.

‘’The question is- do you know your duty, Arya?’’

She closed her eyes; tears spilled freely now, hot against her cheeks.

‘’It’s not fair.’’ She choked out, breathlessly. ‘’It’s not fair that you had to do it and it’s not fair that I have to, too.’’

‘’Nothing in this world is fair, sweet sister. But we must do what’s right regardless.’’ Robb’s arms locked around her, forcing her to bury her wet face in his silk doublet. He started to stroke her hair slowly, the way she sometimes saw him doing with baby Elain. ‘’It’s about time you came to terms with that.’’

*

Arya drags him to the Godswood before the break of the dawn, when everyone in the castle is still deeply asleep. Their steps are soundless on the fresh snow and the air tastes sweet on his tongue, freezing his lung with each inhale.

Nymeria lays curled by the Weirwood tree.  He’s somehow not surprised to see her there.  After all, he is not the only one Arya will have to leave behind. The great direwolf raises her head when they approach her, nuzzling against her mistress's hand when Arya scratches her scalp.

It will be strange, seeing Nymeria without Arya. Almost as if seeing a soul without a body.

She drops down to her knees in front of him and for a moment, he forgets his own name.

‘’Arya-‘’

‘’Don’t you want to?’’ she just asks him, plain and simple, and before he knows, he’s kneeling too, his fingers laced with hers.

‘’I don’t know what to say.’’ He admits, just like she did the night before, and the corners of her lips raise slightly.

‘’It’s fine. I’ll show you.’’ She echoes his words back to him. Moisture gathers in the corners of her eyes and Gendry thinks that she has never looked sadder than now, crying on the snow before the Old Gods of her ancestors.

When he reaches towards her face to wipe her tears, she pulls back slightly.

‘’No.’’ Arya shakes her head. ‘’You don’t need to comfort me.’’

She clears her throat and says with practiced ease, as if she was repeating the words over and over in her head for thousands of times:

‘’ Arya of the House Stark, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?’’

Their eyes meet. For a moment, silence falls.

‘’If we do this – would it mean –‘’

‘’Nothing.’’ Her answer comes quickly and brutally, mercilessly tearing through whatever small hope was beginning to bloom in his heart. ‘’I will marry Elmar under the Light of the Seven and there’s no one here to witness us anyway. But I still want to do this. This is how it’s supposed to be.’’

‘’In the Godswood?’’ he asks, but she shakes her head.

‘’Me and you.’’

Falling snowflakes settle on her dark curls, making her look strangely ethereal. It’s still quite dark, with only a faint pink halo of the upcoming sunrise coloring the sky, but Arya’s close enough that he can see every eyelash, every freckle, even the faint love bite blooming underneath her jaw.

Her small hands feel very warm in his.

‘’Gendry of no house, heir to no castle. I come to claim her. ’’

Arya’s beams at him softly, tears freezing on her cheek

‘’Now you’re supposed to ask who gives me to you.’’

‘’It doesn’t seem very fair.’’ He notices and she chuckles. ‘’But fine. Who gives her?’’

Her fingers squeeze his tightly when she answers, voice choked up with emotion:

‘’She gives herself. I take this man.’’

And now he’s sure he has started crying also, but how does it matter anyway?

‘’I take this woman.’’

‘’I don’t think you confirming that is a part of standard vows.’’

‘’Fucking complicated.’’ He grumbles, blinking the tears away. His knees start to numb from the cold, hard ground, so he shifts a little closer to her, resting his forehead against hers when he whispers. ‘’What now?’’

‘’Now we beg the gods for blessings silently and that’s it. But I guess we don’t need to do that.’’ A tremble runs through her body when she tears her hands away from his and wraps them around his waist instead, burying her face in his chest.

‘’I was blessed already.’’ He says quietly, lips moving against the top of her head. ‘’To meet you. To love you. You saved my life, Arry.’’

All in him screams to beg her to run away with him; to just go to White Harbor and catch a ship to Free Cities, to forget about fucking betrothals and deals and titles. He would, if he thought he could convince her. He would beg in a heartbeat, no hesitation; gracelessly, shamelessly, pathetically. But Arya’s not stupid. If she wanted to do that, she would have already asked him.

Whether it’s the family or duty or honor, something does not let her leave and he cannot hate her for that, no matter how much he wants to.

Quietly, he grabs the hem of his cloak and wraps it around Arya’s back to shield her from the frosty wind.

‘’I am hers and she is mine, from this day until the end of my days.’’

‘’I am his and he is mine, from this day until the end of my days.’’

They recite the vows in unison, solemnly. Gendry does not think he said a single truer thing in his entire life.

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#gendrya #gendrya fanfiction #gendrya au #gendrya fic #gendryxarya #asoiaf fanfiction #got fanfiction #gendry waters #arya stark

[lady-griffin]

Jonsa Children

Princess Sarina Stark of Winterfell The Crowned Wolf Eldest Child and Heir to The North

Sarina Stark is a young woman with a fierce and serious deposition, who has no use for games or tom-foolery. Many have called her stubborn and cold and it is hard to call those people liars, though it is said she laughed once at the Wilding Prince’s joke. Dedicated to her people and her kingdom, Sarina has driven herself to be a Queen worthy of the Old Kings of Winterfell. She is a severe beauty with thick auburn hair and violet eyes. The severity of her looks is only matched by that of her personality. Sarina is decent with a needle, strong with a sword, and elegant on horse.

Name Reasoning: Variant of Serena – meaning calm, serene and tranquil, often invoking the idea of peace. Appropriate for their first-born child and future heir to the North, where hopefully her rule will take after her name. In addition, there have been Serena Starks in the past.

Look Reasoning: Those Tully genes are damn strong, but it would be interesting if some Targaryen showed itself in a child or two.

Additional Reasoning: Personally, I would love if they had a first-born daughter who was then made to be their heir. Like the whole male comes first, seems very stupid and petty especially after facing the White Walkers and everything else. 

Princess Aileana Stark of Winterfell The Dancing Wolf Second Child

Aileana Stark as a child was lovely and kind with an interest for only the finer things in life and making others happy. As she grew older not much changed. She harbors a great love for music and an even greater one for dancing as well as swimming and even sailing. Quick to smile, Aileana is the warmth to her older sister’s coldness. Though it is said her own sweet voice hides a clever and sharp tongue, often overlooked by others. With her pale blonde hair and even paler grey eyes, there’s no denying her father’s Targaryen heritage. Aileana has an insatiable desire to see and live outside the walls of Winterfell to explore the seas of the world and the lands of Essos and beyond.

Name Reasoning: Aileana – meaning green or from the green meadow. I thought it would be nice if one of the children’s names meant green, as it’s a time for spring. In addition, the one with the most Targaryen looks, I thought green was appropriate for another reason.

Look Reasoning: Interesting if some of that Targaryen came through, but with the traditional grey eyes of the Starks.  

Princess Raisel Stark of Winterfell   The Quiet Wolf Third Child

Raisel Stark is a sweet, caring and shy young lady who has a nervous giggle she cannot seem to get rid of. Her love of sweets, particulary those of a lemon variety, is known across the land as well as her fondness for flowers. She can often be found in Winterfell’s library or the Glass Gardens. Not a severe beauty like her older sisters nor a wild wolf like her younger, it is easy for those grey eyes and dark hair of hers to get lost in a household of five. But she shines when there are hunting parties, with her bow and arrow and her eyes able to spot the prey before anyone else – she truly is a lovely sight to behold.

Name Reasoning: Raisel means Rose, which is fitting for Jon and Sansa who both are connected to roses and have a fondness for them. To my knowledge there are no Raisels within ASOIAF, but Rose or Roslyn just seem a bit plain to me. And I can easily see someone being named Raisel in Westeros.

Look Reasoning: Seeing as both Jon and Sansa are half Stark themselves, one of their children would have to have the entire Stark look. 

Prince Edwyn Stark of Winterfell The Laughing Wolf Fourth Child  

Edwyn Stark is the twin-brother of Lyarra Stark. He is a clever and creative young man who has a fondness for stories and songs, particulary the ones his mother told him when he was younger. Charming and friendly, there is not a friend Edwyn can’t make nor a secret he doesn’t know nor willing to share. With an affinity for tall-tales and talent for going off on dangerous quests with his twin, he has gotten himself in enough trouble to last him several lifetimes. Though with those big Tully-blue eyes and soft dark-auburn hair, his troubles never seem to last him for that long.  

Name Reasoning: Variant of Edwin – meaning Wealthy Friend. Close enough to Eddard Stark to show Jon & Sansa are thinking of their “Father,” but also different enough that it allows their child to have their own future. There was a King Edwyn Stark who was known as the Spring King. So, they probably thought their first born was going to be a boy so they had the name already picked out.  

Look Reasoning: Tully Genes are strong.

Princess Lyarra Stark The Wild Wolf The Fifth Child

Lyarra Stark is the twin-sister of Edwyn and the youngest and wildest Stark sibling. There is no beast that Lyarra does not love nor want to keep. She will jump into mud puddles and bring frogs and snakes into her bed and even climb the tallest of trees to see if she can get the birds to teach her the old tongue. She often explores the crypts with her twin to see if they can find any dragon eggs left behind. She has little patience for sewing or embroidery and even less for the likes of combat and hunting. If one to see her, they would assume that dark, curly auburn hair of hers has never seen a brush and her big Tully eyes are rarely not filled with laughter and mischief.

Name Reasoning: Unknown Meaning. Possibly a variant on Lyra meaning “lyre.” Arguably, Lyanna is the safest parent name for Jon and Sansa in my opinion, but I thought it be nice if they honored their grandmother, Lyarra Stark as well as have a name close to Lyanna, but allowing their child a different fate.

Look Reasoning: Tully genes are unstoppable. 

#Jonsa #Jonsa Children #Jon Snow #Sansa Stark #Jon x Sansa #House Stark #GOT #ASOIAF #Sarina Stark #Aileana Stark #Raisel Stark #Edwyn Stark #Lyarra Stark #Stark Children

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I’m going back through some of the drafts I never posted and I had the sudden urge to share some excerpts because I’m probably never going to finish any of these but I also can’t NOT share them. also, these are the actual names of the documents for the drafts. so, enjoy:

1. ginger rogers

Peggy had been looking forward to a cup of tea and a hot bath after her evening shift, but some things were not meant to be: the phone started ringing in the den the moment she stepped through the door. She sighed, kicked off her shoes, and reluctantly answered.

Jarvis was on the other end. “Miss Carter. I apologize for bothering you; I realize it is very late, and of course I normally wouldn’t dream of calling you at this hour, but—"

She checked her watch. It was just after nine o’clock. “I thought it was past your bedtime, Mr. Jarvis,” she said dryly. “Is there a problem?”

“Ah, well. Yes. A rather delicate situation has arisen.”

“What did Howard do this time?”

She could picture Jarvis rubbing his ear nervously. “It is possible that Mr. Stark is being held hostage.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Jarvis gave a delicate cough. “As you know, Mr. Stark had a brief relationship with Ginger Rogers eight months ago. It ended poorly, I’m afraid.”

“I recall you said you removed her from the property.”

“It was most unpleasant. At any rate, Mr. Stark learned that Miss Rogers was taking her holiday in New York, and he wished to reconcile. I gently suggested it was not a good idea, but he was adamant. I dropped him off at her Roslyn Harbor estate two days ago and I have not heard from him since.”

Somehow, the idea of bursting in on the Ginger Rogers-Howard Stark love dungeon had limited appeal. “And you’re quite sure that he’s not still there out of his own free will?”

“I called the house earlier this evening to inquire, but the fellow that answered the phone hung up on me. Mr. Stark also missed a contract signing with the Department of Defense, and his appointment as judge for the swimsuit portion of the Miss Staten Island pageant.”  

“Oh. That does seem unusual.”

“I thought so as well.”

Peggy sighed. “So what did you have in mind, Mr. Jarvis? You’re planning to break into Ginger Rogers’ mansion in the middle of the night and drag Howard out, and you want my assistance?”

There was a lengthy silence on the other end. “I admit it is not ideal.”

She snorted. “I’ll be right over.”

2. holiday

Jack fastens the last of the buttons of the Hawaiian shirt and regards himself in the mirror. I look like a moron. God, he can never wear this anywhere; he has a reputation to uphold. There could be no better way to broadcast dweeb status, as Sousa so capably demonstrated, but even he could admit that Sousa could pull it off. Almost.

3. miss fry

Las Vegas was objectionable in every possible way to Miss Fry, and she made that crystal clear to the clerk (and the manager, and the janitorial staff) at the hotel Miss Dottie Underwood was staying at under an assumed name. She was shocked, simply shocked, at the incessant gambling, the liquor, the loose men and women, the flagrant degradation of American youth. And then there was Miss Underwood herself, whom Miss Fry had treated with nothing but kindness—wasn’t it terrible that this young woman had flouted her financial obligations and run off without paying her rent? Oh, she suspected her from the very beginning; dancers could never be trusted—nor typists, nor department salesgirls, nor singers, and girls from the phone company least of all—but Miss Fry was a very generous and open person and she wanted to assume the best, so she took the young lady in, and look where it had gotten her!

The clerk, a pimply teenager, meekly asked if Miss Fry would like a cup of coffee while she waited for Miss Underwood to return. She snapped that she would not, and sat down in the lobby with her needlepoint to wait. 

4. london s3

It was smooth, metallic, and about the size and shape of a pea. Whatever it was, Samberly kept making excited but vague noises over it and it was taking every ounce of self-control Daniel possessed to not grab him by the collar and shake him until he got a straight answer. “Fascinating…absolutely fascinating,” the scientist muttered for the twentieth time as he peered under the microscope. “But you would think that the internal heat and the fluids would cause it to short-circuit, especially the fluids—”

“That’s great, but can we get to the point? What does the thing do?” Daniel interrupted, massaging his temples. The trouble had all started with a Soviet spy that had been found dead from suspected foul play (as strangulation marks would tend to indicate) down in Palm Springs. While performing the autopsy, the unlucky doctor had cut into the chest cavity and the body promptly exploded. The doctor was unharmed, but shaken up enough that Daniel gave him the rest of the day off. He did at least manage to recover the tiny metal sphere from what remained of the body—though what it was exactly was anybody’s guess.

And it was Samberly’s guess at the moment. “Listen, Chief, it’s been all of half an hour since you gave this to me. This is not how science works, okay? It’s not like a comic book or movie where I look through the microscope and immediately know the purpose of an object I’ve never seen before. Though that would be awesome,” he said, his voice trailing off. “But in the real world, you need to develop hypotheses, design experiments, use vigorous statistical analyses…”

“Fine,” Daniel snapped, throwing up his free hand. “Do whatever you need to do. I just wanna know what we’re dealing with as soon as possible.”

“‘Gee, thank you, Dr. Samberly, for coming in at a moment’s notice even though you were on vacation.’ ‘You’re welcome, Chief. Glad I can be of service.’”

5. biological quandary

“Ah, well. Yes. A situation has erupted. A bit of a biological quandary.”

A biological quandary? “What did Howard do this time?

”She could picture Jarvis rubbing his ear nervously. “Mr. Stark, I am sorry to say, has recently discovered an interest in reproductive biology, and has been conducting experiments on Xenopus laevis—the African clawed frog—in the basement of his mansion.”

This did not seem promising. “Frogs. Howard is breeding frogs.”

“In great quantities,” Jarvis confirmed. “Excessive, even. At any rate, as best I can tell, we experienced a breach of the holding pen and I am in desperate need of assistance.”

**

Peggy opened the lid of the toilet to find hundreds of tadpoles swimming in the bowl, so many they nearly clogged the drain. She shut the lid firmly and sighed in dismay. It was evident that the frog problem was reaching biblical proportions.

#agent carter #peggy carter #edwin jarvis #jack thompson #daniel sousa #sorry these are insane #fic for tumblr