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Emmry, Mulled Wine

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Emma stood beside the window, looking out into the night. She could hear the sound of Mary talking and Dr. Foster’s low, delighted laugh drifting down the hall, the voices of the others harder to tell apart. She’d said she’d be along in a minute, uttering some nonsense that Mary nodded at before letting herself be led into the well-lit sitting room, her arm on Dr. Foster’s, his other hand at her waist, keeping her steady despite her lameness. Emma had wanted to be alone or so she told herself. She wanted something and being alone was something she could have.

“Emma?” Henry said, her name a question he must have asked a thousand times. How many times had he asked it lying sleepless in his bed, suffering over a sermon that he couldn’t write, muttered under his breath when he sat by a dying boy and there was no prayer he could remember? She’d never ask and he’d never tell.

“I’ve been here before,” she said, touching her fingers lightly to the windowpane. It was raining and the glass looked like it had been enchanted or she had drunk too deeply of the mulled wine Dr. Foster had poured out with a liberal hand. “Before Dr. Foster leased it for Mary, for Mrs. Foster, it was the Arden’s house. They had a ball and Georgianna had her mother get every last gardenia in Alexandria.”

“You miss it,” Henry said. He’d walked closer than she expected, standing near enough she could reach out and touch his cuff, as near as Dr. Foster stood to his wife, though without the doctor’s obvious eager fondness.

“It gave me a sick headache, all that perfume,” Emma said, frowning a little. “It was another world. I can’t go back, I wouldn’t, even if I could.”

“Still, you may miss it,” he said.

“It’s not what I want,” she said. “I didn’t want the mulled wine either, though I know Mary had it made for me, I’d mentioned it was something we used to have on these cold nights. It was costly, all the cinnamon and clove and Dr. Foster would only allow Bordeaux, and Mary would have served spiced cider or a rum punch if she hadn’t been thinking of me. I don’t want to be in ballroom, in a ballgown, and it isn’t that I envy Mary, she’s the dearest woman, the dearest friend—”

“She is,” Henry said. “She wouldn’t want you to be unhappy—”

“How can I be otherwise?” Emma exclaimed. “How can I be happy when everything is wrong and I don’t want what I have? When I can’t have what I want, when even wanting it is wrong?”

“I want you,” he said, shocking her into silence. He’d said it, the words hung between them, and he did not try to take them back or offer some explanation that would lessen them.

“You don’t—”

“I do,” he said, moving just that much closer, touching her hand where it lay on the window, then taking a finger and using it to lift her chin. “I want you, I want to taste the mulled wine on your lips. I want Jed to call out my name, Hopkins, not Henry, to remind me that I cannot take liberties, that’s he’s trusted me long enough and Mary is beginning to worry.”

“Henry—” she began, her voice uncertain, disconsolate. His hand moved to cup her cheek, his face moved closer to hers, so his lips were nearly touching hers. He held her gaze so she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

“Say it again. Like you know I’ll answer,” he said. “Like you know Mary should worry.”

“Henry,” she said, without the coquetry of a sigh, without anything but hope.

“Yes,” he said. And then he kissed her, the taste of the mulled wine all ginger and myrtle pepper on his lips, and distantly, Emma felt Mary worry and smile and squeeze Dr. Foster’s hand. No one called Henry’s name, nor her own, but someone, perhaps Miss Jenkins, began to sing “I Saw Three Ships” and the melody wound around her just as Henry pulled her into his arms.

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“I’m not worried,” Mary said, her hands moving steadily, plaiting her unbound hair with a graceful rhythm Jed never tired of watching. “Now that they’ve declared themselves, they’ll find a way through.”

“You’re so sure he spoke, our diffident Reverend Hopkins? And that Miss Green answered in the affirmative?”

“I see you’re in a mood to jest,” Mary replied. “As if anyone could wonder, seeing their faces—”

“I will admit we might have put out every candle and still had the house bright as noon,” Jed said, smiling himself in memory. “I could have operated on Sergeant McFarland’s orbital fracture far more efficiently if Henry had only proposed a bit sooner while Miss Green assisted on the surgery.”

“And Henry isn’t diffident, he’s got a New Englander’s proper reticence. You mightn’t be expected to recognize it,” Mary said, teasing him with her prim tone, her hands tying a bow in the ribbon at the end of her braid. “It won’t be easy for them, but it’ll come out right and I’m sure they’ll have all kinds of support, even from the most unexpected quarters.”

There was a moment of silence, as Jed rose to help her over to the bed, aware of how sorely her leg ached after a long day, a moment during which he must have considered her remark as well, for he laughed as he settled her beneath the patchwork quilt and soft white sheets.

“Nan Hastings shall finally reign supreme, without a challenger! Heaven help me, Mary, Mansion House under the thumb of Nurse Hastings—”

“You’re wildly optimistic, I believe. I should say, under her boot,” Mary quipped and then Jed laughed again, more quietly, as he joined her in the bed and gathered her into his arms to an untroubled sleep.

#mercy street #mercy street pbs #emmry #phoster #prompt fill #fericita s #emma/henry #holiday #mulled wine #season 3 that never was #anne hastings #henry hopkins manning up #emma green #charlotte jenkins cameo #romance #happy new year's eve #mercy street peeps

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foolishlovers · 5 months

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#work?? uni?? never heard of them #it’s good omens brainrot 24/7 now #good omens #good omens s3 #good omens season 3 #foolish talks

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rileyclaw · 1 year

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bunch of silly doodles of these guys from the past week or so

#sorry but i have a lot of love and the only way i know how to show it is to put these kids in situations. horrifying OR silly.#especially silly bc im silly and it's what i want to see.#watch my art style change subtly each time bc i can never commit #the owl house #toh #emerald trio #gus porter #willow park #hunter noceda #hunter toh #my art #my fav is the one where shes chasing them up the steps #fanart #the owl house season 3

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deboracabral · 8 months

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it is my strongly held belief that the reason why beelzebub and gabriel worked out so fast is because they thought there was precedent. ah yes demon and angel fell in love it’s happened before no biggie…..unless

they gotta feel a little grateful in their own weird way

#Good omens #archangel gabriel #lord beelzebub #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable husbands #doodle #comic #they never thought of themselves as trailblazers yall #Also I’m manifesting long hair Crowley for season 3 #wow i've been drawing so much thanks brainrot

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midnightrings · 1 month

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Kate and Anthony - first dance vs. dancing as a married couple

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cirr0stratus · 3 months

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“the bad batch” no i think you mean the bad bitch

#i’m never going to be normal again #star wars #the clone wars #asajj ventress #ventress #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch #star wars tbb #tbb #sw tbb

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spielzeugkaiser · 9 months

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How it started-

How it's going!! They are a family and I am!!! also draw the hug you want to see in the show but they are forgiven because them meeting in brokilon was still soooo tender my HEART-

#the witcher season 3 #the witcher #geralt of rivia #geraskier #jaskier #the witcher spoilers #(at least discussed in the text)#they've come such a long way and I'm still sitting here like 🥺🥺🥺#man if you think of the timeline (which is so whack) Geralt and Jaskier have SEEN things #they have been going on for more than twenty years #they are FAMILY and that gets me so bad and I'll draw the whole squad probably tomorrow but!! look at them #somehow the end of season 3 is everything I wanted from season 1 when it came to those two because it had some S1 vibes again with the duo!#but it was so much more heartfelt and tender and not even an ounce of Geralt being seemingly annoyed of Jaskier just-#clenches fist #I'm so basic for still loving them so much but I simply do and will never stop 😔#but I gotta say I loved the yenralt this season too I can finally see it and it was very sweet at times

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irresia · 4 months

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no bc im losing it

so in english it's "I never knew you were a hugger" which is incredibly painful and all that

and so I went to check out the norwegian dub for shits n giggles and to laugh at the voices and mf sonic says "I KNEW you were a hugger!"

I NEED TO BE SEDATED

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edit 2: NEW LANGUAGES!!! IT GETS CUTER FOR EVERY FUCKING DUB

@dykedandelion: sonic in french says "ON A JAMAIS ÉTÉ AUSSI PROCHE" which means "WE'VE NEVER BEEN THIS CLOSE"

I checked the swedish dub and sonic says: "TÄNK ATT DU KAN VARA SÅ KRAMIG" which means something like "TO THINK THAT YOU CAN BE SO HUGGABLE"=!"=)!)"!=

@lephalacat courteously gave me a heart attack by giving the korean dub, where sonic says: "너한테 안기는 날이 오다니" which means "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE DAY ARRIVED FOR ME TO GET HUGGED BY YOU"

with the combined effort of @wackyunicornart and @dykedandelion they've expertly deduced what sonic says in the dutch dub: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU WERE SUCH A CUDDLER" i need aIR

@shadowthehedgehog swooped in with a delicious spanish one where sonic says: "QUIEN DIRÍA QUE TE GUSTABA ABRAZAR" which is "WHO KNEW YOU LIKED TO HUG" I NEED TO SIT IN A CORNER AND CRY

@luankuro in Portuguese sonic says something akin to "DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SO AFFECTIONATE/TENDER" THIS SEASON HAS RUINED ME

@tenebraevesper graciously handed over both the croatian dub and the german dub; both of them just as DEVASTATING - in croatian, sonic says: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU LIKE TO HUG", and in german, he says: "I DIDN'T KNOW THAT YOU'RE INTO HUGGING" THESE HEDGEHOGS ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME

I will join @kyri45 in their several several processing business days after the italian dub was revealed to have sonic say: "I DIDN'T SEE YOU AS SUCH AN AFFECTIONATE TYPE"

@polaris-reblog and from the left field we have an INCREDIBLE Thai dub with sonic that says: "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'D BE THE TYPE TO CARRY/PICK PEOPLE UP" CAN I GET A WAHOO

@windpolygon comes in with an absolute gem in russian: "DO YOU LIKE/LOVE TO HUG" SO WHAT IF HE DOES

@transgender-battlekukku runs in with Brazilian Portuguese that has sonic say: "EU NÃO SABIA QUE VOCÊ ERA TÃO CARINHOSO" which they so lovingly translate to "I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE SO LOVING/AFFECTIONATE" FELLAS WE DIDN'T KNOW EITHER BEFORE TODAY

the polish version, given by @hereissananxiousmess, has sonic being a sMARTASS, saying: "AH SO YOU DO LIKE TO HUG" JESUS CHRIST THIS GETS CUTER EACH TIME

the Galician version has me by the tHROAT okay @shadowthtrash so in this version sonic says: "Nunca pensei que me foses levar no colo" which means "I'VE NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD CRADLE ME AROUND" OUEGHR that's so cute

@mmiriozuzo turkish dub and sub is sO sweet honestly bc in the dub he says: "Sarılmayı sevdiğini hiç bilmiyordum", which translates to "I NEVER KNEW YOU LIKED HUGGING" while the turkish sub writes: "Sen sarılmayı sever miydin?" which means "SO YOU LIKE HUGGING?"

@ash-doodles-stuff went for my soul by revealing what the japanese and hindi version says; in Japanese, sonic says: "TO BE HELD IN YOUR ARMS" SONIC PLEASE - in the hindi version he says: "DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKED HUGS AND STUFF" OEURGH I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF THESE

@sonicposting joins the bandwagon by announcing the romanian version has sonic saying: "n-am știut că-ți place în brațe", which means something like "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKE BEING HELD" although "it's hard to translate, but the way it is phrased implies that sonic didn't know shadow likes being held" THESE DUBS WILL END ME ONE DAY

@cosmicgirlypop runs in with the Arabic dub, where sonic says: "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LIKE HUGS!" this is the yEAR OF SONADOW PEOPLE BC SHADOW SAYS "STAY WITH ME SONIC" AS A RESPONSE

@geek-leak slides in with the Finnish dub that has sonic saying: "En tiennyt et oot halijäbä" which roughly translates to "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE A HUGGER-DUDE/HUG-DUDE" he truly is a smartass even when dying god bless

@indigocloudofnarcolepsy sprints in with a gem in hungarian, where sonic says: "Nem tudtam, hogy ölelkezős vagy!" which is "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU'RE A HUGGER" EVERY VARIANT IS SO CUTE

@scarlets-land-of-chaos-and-men NO EXPLANATION NEEDED BUT I NEED AIR

@darkmatters-ghost decided to decimate my every molecule with the Mandarin Chinese version where sonic says: "我不知道你喜欢抱抱，啊。" bào (抱) means cuddle, and if you say a verb twice, it makes it informal and cutesy. Basically, he said, "aw, I didn't know you were such a cuddle-bug!"

C U D D L E B U G

suffice to say I think english is the glaring, obvious outlier here JHDJHDS

THE DUBBERS ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS BEHIND THIS IS TRULY THE YEAR OF SONADOW

#I NEED PEACE #people please check the comments this is the cutest shit ever #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime season 3 #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonadow #god i'll never recover #genuinely #POINT AND LAUGH PEOPLE I'M MISERABLE AND GIDDY OVER THIS SHOW #sonic prime

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crosshairslongasslegs · 20 days

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rampart being hurled around this entire episode while unconscious filled me with immense joy

#ragdoll rampart lol #crosshair lowkey wished he never made that throw HAHAH #the bad batch #tbb #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #star wars

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alabyte · 2 months

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He never knew.

#HEY ACE THAT'S THE IDEA I WAS TALKING ABOUT (((:#I'm almost sure Omega never told him #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #sw tbb spoilers #hunter #hunter tbb #wrecker #wrecker tbb #crosshair #crosshair tbb #tech #tech tbb #the bad batch #tbb #star wars #sw #the bad batch season 3

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jomiddlemarch · 2 years

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Askbox meme: Mercy Street + Louisa Lister? Please and thank you!

Jed Foster had a queer look on his face, his brows drawn in and his lips pressed together, not quite embarrassed. He looked apologetic, and in all the days and weeks and months and even years Anne had worked with the man she’d never once seen the like of it; when Mary was very ill, he’d looked anguished, but there was no grief in his dark eyes now, no bitterness in the curve of his lip. He sat at the hulking oak desk Summers had left and McBurney had ceded, a sheaf of papers held down with a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles and he even wore his frock coat, brushed free of any dust, his neck-cloth elegantly tied. In one of the chairs reserved for those approaching the Chief Medical Office was a stranger, a spare, middle-aged woman in a bonnet that didn’t pretend to smartness, a jet brooch at her collar. Her gloved hands rested in her lap but her gaze was direct, anything but demure. She looked at Anne as if she withheld any judgment.

“Miss Hastings, you must know how deeply I, and the rest of the staff at Mansion House, have appreciated your work as the Acting Head Nurse since Nurse Phinney was taken ill and had to resign her position,” he said.

He pronounced Nurse Phinney as if it were some foreign expression he’d never heard uttered aloud. The woman had left Alexandria as Nurse Mary and returned as Mrs. Jedediah Foster, Mrs. Doctor to the boys on the wards, Miz Foster to Charlotte Jenkins’s contraband folk, kept from her prior position by the lingering effects of camp fever and the gold ring Jed Foster had put on her finger as soon as his divorce decree came through and Mary’s delirium lifted. Anne didn’t mind her as much since she’d stopped trying to run the place and spent her time writing letters and chatting with the patients or doing whatever it was she did under the tent behind the hospital. Foster wouldn’t let her spend the whole day away from home, concerned she’d wear herself out, as solicitous of her now as he’d been dismissive when she arrived and been assigned a pallet in the corner. They had a fine home now on Prince Street, leased, but still gracious, filled with well-made furniture and vases of fresh flowers and books, charming ornaments Mary had brought back with her from Boston. Anne had only been once, hardly able to enjoy the tea Mary poured for both Anne and Emma, though the cup was properly steeped and there was a little pot of clover honey to drizzle into its ruddy depths. It was envy, she owned that, but it didn’t do her any good and Mary seemed to know it.

“Yes, well, the hospital needed someone with nursing experience and my time in the Crimea with Miss Nightingale has stood me in great stead,” Anne replied. Whoever the woman in the chair was, it wouldn’t hurt her to learn a little of Anne’s history.

“The Crimea, yes,” Foster said, then cleared his throat. “As I was saying, your willingness to assume the Acting Head Nurse position has been noted and we are all grateful. But Miss Dix has written and assured us we might have both a Head Nurse and deputy, given the pace of our admissions and the complexity of our cases.”

Anne glanced at the other woman and let herself smile a little smile, like a cat with the first taste of cream. She was to be promoted to Head Nurse and be given a deputy! How Mary Foster must gnash her teeth over it and how perfectly delightful to receive not only advancement but her own assistant, an outward signifier of how far she’d ascended and to what degree of esteem she should be held.

“Miss Dix demonstrates her inestimable wisdom yet again,” Anne said, inclining her head as she would to the Queen herself. Jed gave her a skeptical glance, as if he recalled Anne’s hours of complaint, carping and outright fulmination against Dragon Dix upon the reading of the letter that announced the Baroness von Olnhausen’s imminent arrival.

“I’m quite pleased to hear you say it. I’m sure you’ll join me in welcoming Mrs. Louisa Lister, our new Head Nurse, to Mansion House, and find acting as her deputy most fulfilling,” Foster said. His dark eyes positively glittered as he made the announcement, evidence the beastly man was enjoying her inability to conceal her shocked dismay.

“The new Head Nurse? Louisa Lister?” Anne repeated, the fury in her tone making the words dull instead of lively.

“Mrs. Dr. Amos J. Lister,” the woman said. “Of Portland, Maine.”

“Another bloody New Englander?” Anne snapped, before she could stop herself. As if she would have tried to stop herself. Louisa Lister, Mrs. Amos J. Lister, gave her a steady look. Her eyes were a blue so close to grey they deserved no name for the hue and Anne had the sudden conviction the woman had never worn a pair of gold ear-bobs or crowed over a length of silk ribbon.

“I think you must mean Mrs. Foster. She’s from Boston,” Louisa said, as if she’d stated Mary had been born and raised in Satan’s own lair. “I’m a Mainer.”

“Saints preserve us,” Anne muttered. Jed, the wretch, winked at her, very quickly before Louisa Lister could see it. Louisa sniffed, very quietly, and Anne knew she’d heard Anne’s exclamation and noticed Jed’s reaction.

“I like to begin as I mean to go on. I hope we will find we rub along together well, Miss Hastings,” Louisa said. She rose and Anne found she was not nearly as tall as Mary, nor Anne, just tall enough not to be considered short, and her clothes, though well-made, were plain as her plain face, only the jet at her throat matching the gleam in her eyes. “I’m glad to hear of your experience in the Crimea and I know you’ve seen plenty here in Alexandria. Before I was Head Nurse at War Hospital in Newark, I gave my extra hours to my late husband’s surgery, whatever time I could spare from raising our three sons. I know the value of a well-trained nurse and also how important it is for the nursing staff to recognize they have one leader to answer to—”

“I’m flattered, madam,” Jed said glibly.

“I didn’t mean you, Dr. Foster,” Louisa replied. “As you well know. You needn’t madam me, I never was a baroness. Mrs. Foster told me of your proclivities.”

“How remarkably piquant of her,” Jed replied.

“I don’t know as I’d choose that word for it,” Louisa said. “Nor would your wife, for all her Boston airs. I don’t use a five dollar word when a nickel will do.”

“It’s a strange place to economize,” Foster said. “Still, I shan’t interfere in your plans and pronouncements.”

“I expect you’ll try,” she said, without any of the airiness Anne would have chosen, nor Mary’s earnestness. There was an evenness to her voice that would not brook dispute. “You won’t succeed though.”

#mercy street #prompt fill #original female character #phoster #viva la phoster!#anne hastings #vignette #canon au #season 3 that never was #shades of charlie brown and the football #new england infighting #tortoiseshells #mary phinney x jed foster #using the mrs. dr. construction from Anne of Green Gables shamelessly

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