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sukunasdirtylaugh · 3 months
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tags: gojo x f!reader, bridgerton au. (unedited) word count: 1.29k
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it seems as though lady whistledown had taken a liking to you. born out of a prestigious lineage, your name was untainted, holding no negative connotation other than the envy your perfectness shone over anything.
like a porcelain doll, as the queen has once referred to you as on your first visit.
your mother and grandmother before you married as 'pure' with little to no scandals involved, yet it was your mother in her time who caused the biggest uproar in suitors to pursue her. even today, you had grown up with maids, nannies, and people well acquainted with your mother, and your mother at times who would share details over her diamond years. 3, to be exact.
now you felt an obligation to live up to the family name, to honor the work your mother has preserved before you so that you could comfortably live a life with no shame, and you swore that you would do the same for your own children.
if, you decided to bear them.
tonight, you stand in a glorious dress, embedded with the stones your mother and trusted modist claimed to make you look radiant. yet that seemed to be the opposite for you. 4 dances have occurred in your presence and only one man approached to talk to you. the worst thing was that he was unsuitable, and your mother had to intervene, breaking apart the association and taking you to another.
"he was boring," you whisper shouted at your mother who eyed you, aware to not make a scene as you stopped by a secluded balcony. "it seemed everything I told him, he would restate it or make it obvious. it was like talking to myself! if I wanted to, I would have sought company from my mirror."
"how frustrating." you nod in agreement with your mother.
"have all good men gone to waste mama?" you ask, stress and tears welling in your eyes. "If this is the first man I encounter, I cannot bear to think what the rest of them might be like. Or is it I am just ugly?"
"hush, child." your mother holds your shoulders, then cups your cheeks. "you're not acting like yourself tonight. don't let one bad apple ruin your basket. you are young, gifted, and come from a name. you are something because you came from me. have I not taught you well?" she caresses your arm in comfort. "come, wipe those tears that are threatening to fall. you will cause a scandal on your own if you are seen crying tonight. let's find you an honorary man."
that night you only danced with two men. they remained respectful, yet not enough to provoke intrigue in you. though you would never outwardly admit that to your mother, at the end of your second dance, you went for a beverage. opting for some time for yourself.
"I couldn't help but wonder if you were running from that man after that dance, or if the conversation was that good you needed to excuse yourself for a beverage." the voice snickers, standing beside you, "he was terrible, right?"
"I wasn't, I was just dehydrated." you remark, careful with your tone as you defend your doings. as you stand beside him, you cannot see his face as he is taller than you. lifting your head up would raise even more spectacle as you saw one woman and what appeared to be her sister point at you with the mysterious man at your side.
"so do they just dehydrate fair maidens now? seems like a trick to get you to marry the first man you see,"
you don't answer him quick enough.
"lord higurama is a good choice. he has a fair name and a inheritance to obtain, however, be wary of his drinking problem. heard he leaves bars at ungodly hours of the morning with holes in his pockets."
you can't help but gasp softly, almost in disbelief as the man beside you spoke so poorly of the men you danced with. it might have been a given that you needed to get out of here after those girls pointed at you with shock on their faces. have you just ruined your reputation?
"I respectfully fail to see how that is any of your concern, sir." you state, imposing a formal limit, "I have no desire to engage in talk if it pertains to stain the reputation of others."
"please," you hear him snort beside you and you freeze, feeling yourself slightly become smaller. "his reputation is done for. I'd be doing you a favor
"and your reputation, good sir?" you counter, but when you hear silence from him, you fear you have crossed the line. it isn't until you are pulled by mother you see this man. white hair adorns his features while stunning blue eyes decorate his face. the hold your mother has on you let's you know to stand well, and be presentable.
"Lord Gojo," your mother bows, slightly forcing you to bow with her, "what a pleasnt encounter to find you here. my condolences to you and your family after your father's passing."
"lady levington, you are too kind." he man before you bows, offering your mother a charming smile you can't help but hold back a jaw drop at his sudden charming behavior. "I assume you are enjoying your time at the final winter's ball?"
"indeed," your mother smiles charmed, "we were just enjoying our time at the ball. this is my daughter, lady levington. she is of the age to begin looking for a suitor," your mother states, "wouldn't you agree?"
"well I find it difficult to believe that your daughter will struggle to find a suitable partner given her agreeable nature," your jaw slightly clenches, "I suppose you have a large list of eligible bachelor's for your daughter?"
"oh yes," your mother smiles, "but I tell my daughter we must select carefully. it is growing rather difficult to choose an honorable man for marriage, yet modern problems always continue to arise with the passing of time. wouldn't you agree?"
"I couldn't have said it better myself," he smiles, "finding a husband has been growing to be tedious by the years, yet that is why we must be careful in selecting. london is unfortunately filled with lots of ineligible bachelors starting off with lawyers with questionable drinking and spending habits. a poor reflection on our society, wouldn't you agree?"
"it is unfortunate indeed," you mother sighs softly, "but we shall look carefully to ensure a positive outlook for the future."
"that is always a pleasure to hear," smiles gojo, offering a bow. "if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way. it has been a pleasure to find you in good health, madam. and the best of my wishes to your lovely daughter as well."
after some concluding exchanges, your mother stands proudly with a smile on her face. "you will not believe who we just spoke to." she says, moving you away from the drinking station. "we must bid our farewells and leave as soon as possible."
"why?" you frown, "the dance doesn't end until-"
"-we've already met an eligible bachelor," your mother smiles, "you should've seen the look on everyone's faces. you will surely draw attention now, my dear."
the following day, you wake up to the following news from lady whistledown, having written an article about you.
"at the winter's ball, lady levington's beauty could be seen from a mile away, drawing the attention of lords. standing with such poise and grace, lady levington has proved herself to start off as an indestructible force with honor as her first name. will she perhaps be named diamond of the season? or indestructible diamond?"
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ehlihr · 4 months
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i have never empathized with someone more than when i was selling our couch on fb marketplace and i sold it to some 1st year kid and her mom and they came to pick it up and i thought that our double doors would have no problem opening but the bottom latch on one of the two had literally rusted shut and would not budge bc we had not opened it in maybe like six years of living in that house and we tried the couch a couple ways and i was like okay its fine lemme try to unscrew it and use some wd40 sorry for the inconvenience and they were like its okay so i tried that and it didnt work and i was like okay well lets try the couch vertically and the mom was like no let ME try and she takes the hammer and screw driver and just starts going at my door and i didnt want to be rude bc you are buying my couch but lady if you damage our door its on You and her daughter was like. doing the public begging you do with your parents when theyre pushy and embarrassing in public (this would repeat itself a week later when someone buying another piece of furniture whacked our car parked outside bc they were hustling carrying it to their car and refused my help and that guys daughter looked horrified) and eventually i convinced her to stop hammering at my door bc no matter what i said for like twenty minutes she kept going and i was trying to come up with polite excuses like oh maybe youll break the screwdriver and she was like no its not gonna break and like idk how do you not have the self awareness to realize that when your daughter and the stranger whose front door you’re trying to demolish are begging you to stop that you should maybe stop. anyway we tried the couch vertically and it worked. not worth the money but worth the experience for sure.
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pilferingapples · 2 months
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sunshineandlyrics · 1 year
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💙💙 Louies of all ages going to see All Of Those Voices, with a special mention for older Louies. Love the little stories x ☺️❤️
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simorys · 21 days
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When I first got into Lord of the Flies I assumed that since none of the bigguns knew each other (besides the choir obviously) that they all had to have been from different schools, because there's no way you don't know everyone in your class and the classes around you.
Until I learned (embarrassing recently) that it's uncommon to know everyone in your class by first and last name and most people in the classes around you.
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mrsdulac · 1 year
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Me whenever something unfortunate occurs:
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atomicinsantiy · 7 months
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Oct 1st 2023
It was high noon, the steaks where high. 2 faints left and time was low
tired and broken, tail severed and head bashed. Wrath filled her veins and throat. She kept trying to run do I'd run out of time.
My back was cold with sweat, nervousness crept in, fearing for my quest I resorted to 1 single item.
With help of Demondrug. I finished her off, only 2 minutes remaining on the clock.
That was the day I killed my first Devil
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bagelvangr · 1 year
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modern day au where Eivor and Randvi are travelling back home for the holidays
they are from different cities but have the same connecting flight and end up seated next to each other on the plane
Randvi obviously has the window seat because she checked in early and Eivor has to awkwardly take the middle seat, this will not be explained further
just like right now, there is an arctic system affecting flights. their flight ends up delayed from the gate, and then it taxis/holds on the tarmac for like 4-5 hours because de-icing and general weather conditions are making it really difficult for ALL flights
they get to know each other on the plane. Eivor's phone lost charge like 2 hours into the forevertaxi and Randvi had been reading some old Norse archeology book so they start talking. Eivor talks about and shows Randvi her tattoos and talks about living in Norway/Iceland/Faroe Islands/England/Ireland/Archeological flavour of your choice.
They find out they have a lot of mutual contacts and plan to meet up when they land.
The travelling situation is a mess and they have to navigate the airport with hundreds of other stranded travelers trying to figure out what to do with their cancelled flights. Randvi is distraught bc it's her first year in a while going back home and her sister (Thora ofc) just had a baby. Eivor is distraught bc a mentor and father figure of hers passed away (Svend) and she's concerned she won't make the funeral.
They spend literal hours in endless lines getting confusing information from a severely understaffed and overwhelmed 3am airport staff. Everyone around them (and themselves) are tired, hungry, thirsty, looking for a way to their destination.
They split briefly at first, but eventually find each other again to navigate the mess. It just makes more sense to stay in line together. One can stay in line and watch bags while the other uses the restroom, tries to find out what is happening in another line, tries to find food/drink, charges their phone. This of course leads them to exchanging their contact info so they can keep each other informed.
At some point Randvi gets super cold bc it's negative double digits and her coat is in her checked-in luggage. So of course Eivor gives her her jacket and says "it's fine, I run hot. Anyways, I'm wearing a flannel so technically I have layers too" -- totally normal gay behaviour.
Eventually, after 16 hours, they are delirious and swaying on their feet, but they manage to get a standby flight to where they're headed. They get food and drinks together once the shops are finally open and then head to their gate. Eivor, clearly shaking and on the verge of sleep deprived delirium, offers to stay awake while Randvi catches up on some sleep while they wait. Eivor says she will sleep on the flight.
Their first standby flight is a miss; but they're automatically rolled over to the next flight. Since it's still some hours away, Eivor does get some sleep and they both rest for a while.
There's a mutual unspoken fear of being put on separate flights since they are on standby and itching to get going, but luckily they make it on the same flight.
Seats are super limited though and they end up sitting separated from each other. Not that it matters too much bc all they end up doing is sleeping lol
When they land, there's a bit of debacle about how to find their luggage, and they end up chatting a bit more. This is when Eivor learns that Randvi was actually pretty close with Sigurd and Styrbjorn's family in general (details to be filled in on exactly what this is lol), and Randvi learns that Eivor is very good friends with Tove, who she is also good friends with, sharing mutual interest in ancient art.
So they learn they're going to the same neighbourhood, so they take a rideshare together. They actually solidify their plans to meet up later when Randvi learns Eivor is getting another tattoo and Randvi is giving research materials to Tove for referencing.
Eivor takes a genuine interest in it and offers to help on any expeditions or research sessions or trips if Randvi would like. Randvi learns Eivor has a boat and has enjoyed their time so far, and so they start planning regular expeditions around the North Sea, experiencing its lands and gifts together and witnessing the beauty of the northern lights regularly on Eivor's boat. :)
And for the 7292649391638th time, these two bitches fall in-love AGAIN
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niqhtmeep · 6 months
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Im listening to @venomous-qwille's GITM playlist and it just baffles me how every day there is new songs on here
like at this rate is there a song they HAVEN'T put on here /pos
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cittycatplay · 4 months
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rebouks · 1 year
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Officer: What are you, a fossil? Kian: I guess. Officer: Whatever.. make it quick, your lawyer will be here soon.
… Kian: Hi, it’s Kian. … Kian: Uh, you know-...
Mack: I know. Kian: I need you to tell Bruno something for me. It’s nothing-.. well, it is.. but-… Mack: I don’t got all day.
Kian: It’s Leah, she-.. she’s dead. Mack: … Kian: [whispers] My mother, she shot her; I would never-.. can you just let him know what happened, please? He’d-…
Mack: I’ll tell him. Kian: I’m so sorry, I-… [DIAL TONE]
Sadie: [hushed] I understand you want to be the martyr here, and you can be, but-… Kian: I told you; I don’t want any representation. Sadie: You’re throwing yourself under the bus just for the sake of it.
Kian: For good reason, actually. Sadie: You have a real chance-… Kian: They’ll piece it all together eventually, I may as well help them.
Sadie: I’m not suggesting you don’t, I’m suggesting a plea deal. Kian: I killed my own mother, Sadie. Sadie: Manslaughter. You suffered years of emotional-…
Kian: [scoffs] Stop. Sadie: You did what your parents ordered you to do, you went along with your brothers’ ideas, you kept your family’s secrets; but what did you do? What can you be held completely accountable for?
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clownleys · 1 month
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you've heard of
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now get ready for
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ariszed · 1 year
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Revisited this book since the last time I read it was in high school, and this is the main take away
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yahoo201027 · 20 days
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Day in Fandom History: April 9…
As Steven sleeps over at Greg's van, Greg tells a story of how he met Rose at his concert, with Rose being the only one in attendance, to him trying to give her a shirt into uncharted territory. “Story for Steven” premiered on this day, 9 Years Ago.
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curly-daily · 10 months
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another day another dolar
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aria0fgold · 1 month
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Thinking more about the kind of story The Cursing of Château Castle is. I forgot to add in that post I made the description of the "general story" of it but I think the bookcases in the Castle-Loving One's house is lined with that book and Siffrin describes it as "a story where bad things happen to good people" when he originally thought it was romance because of Mirabelle being a big romance fan.
I'm specifically thinking about the fact that Issue #48 is the most hated one out of 87. If we think about this some more, the book's length per issue is possibly short, estimatedly around a 1 hour to 2 hours read. Considering how Mira was able to read Issue #87 in ten minutes, it could be that she's a fast reader or it could also be that she skimmed through some parts of it. Either way, it was possible to read it in ten minutes and still be able to get the gist of it, so each issue isn't very long.
Pierre-Jacques-Erneste betrayed the party in Issue #51, it's only just two issues After whatever happened in 48, so it's very possible that some Heavy stuff happened in #48 that could be where some foreshadowing about his betrayal in the future took place. There might've even be a big argument that happened in it, or someone's life got endangered and it was because of something that Pierre-Jacques-Erneste in a "innocent" manner but too innocently suspicious for the readers and some characters in that story to see that there's something wrong but not Too obviously shown for it to still be a "What a twist!" moment.
It also seems like whatever took place in Issue #51 could possibly be a tense moment from the "What a turn of events!!!" so stuff happening in it might've been a big event after another which makes it all the more exciting. Issue #48 might've set up some stuff for that which made it be the one and only issue out of 87 to have sucked so bad no one liked it.
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