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macaroon-sapling · 7 months

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Headcanons - Vanessa & Glitchtrap ✷

Fun facts about a normal girl and her rabbit-shaped friend (not really) who lives in her PC!

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✧ Before she was brainwashed in the beta testing of Fazbear Entertainment's VR game, Help Wanted, Vanessa was just a quirky young woman attending a small college for computer science. One day, she noticed that a weird little glitch showed up on her PC monitor.

✧ To support her college endeavours, Vanessa works at a local crafts and fabric store. She really enjoys her job, and gets along with her coworkers even though she's a little too awkward to talk to them sometimes. Her favourite parts of the job are putting out new fabric swatches and organizing the buttons. She's sorta friends with the manager too, who thinks the girl should really get out more. The only real downside to working at the little store is that it doesn't pay all that much.

✧ Preferring to be alone rather than living with a roommate, Vanessa lives by herself in a small apartment complex near the college she goes to. It can get very lonely, but she appreciates all the time she has to herself. It's good for keeping up with homework and her online discord friends. She's decorated her apartment with all sorts of movie posters, figurines, Hello Kitty merch, tiny plants, a bisexual pride flag, and random cute items. There's a lot of pink, hearts, rainbows, and puppies! Oh, and a lot of Monster Energy cans. So many Monster Energy cans...

✧ Vanessa loves girly alt fashion, and adds little elements of it to her everyday outfits. Things like silly earrings, pastel plastic chains, enamel pins, and homemade kandi bracelets really match with her creative style. Her favourite clothes are often colourful graphic t-shirts and baggy jeans with unique designs on them. She also has thin rainbow striped sections in her dirty blonde hair that she dyes herself every once in a while.

✧ Besides fashion, Vanessa is a big fan of vocaloid music, alt rock bands, slasher movies, and true crime. Her favourite bands are ones like Mindless Self Indulgence, and her favourite movie is the classic Friday the 13th. That brings us to her favourite true crime case, the serial killer William Afton and his infamous string of murders in the 1980s. She had never really gone to a Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location more than like once as a kid, but the horrific tale of the killer former CEO fascinated her. How lucky for her then, that the man himself would show up in a ghostly shimeji-like fashion on her very own computer! Yay......

✧ On a perfectly ordinary day, Vanessa came home from her morning college classes and sat at her PC, just like she did everyday. She promptly opened discord and just was about to start chatting away in one of her fandom servers. Then she noticed something casually appear in her peripheral vision, on the lower corner of her screen, something that wasn't supposed to be there. Were those.. tiny rabbit ears? Indeed they were. Using her cursor, she quickly clicked and dragged on those ears before they could disappear again. What she found dangling on her cursor was obviously a virus. Damn it, where could she have accidentally downloaded a virus? Was it from a badly coded Minecraft mod she had downloaded? Maybe from a virus-laced online game she had foolishly played? The possibilities ran through her mind as she grimaced at the odd yellow rabbit-virus-thing seemingly trying to get away from her digital grasp. That was until the virus suddenly looked up, directly at her, and angrily yelled for her to let go. Fancy that, a computer virus had just made eye contact and called her a bitch! Obviously very startled, Vanessa immediately dropped the virus on her screen and jumped back in her computer chair. She watched in stunned silence as the little bunny guy dusted himself off, then stared at the metaphorical "floor" on her desktop wallpaper (a pastel pixel art fairy forest) in frustration of having been prematurely noticed. Fucking creepy!

✧ Through trial and error, Vanessa soon found out that she had gotten the virus from her first beta testing session of Help Wanted (told you her job didn't pay enough). Through some very carefully asked questions (this is sarcasm, she straight up asked him multiple times until he admitted just enough that she could be sure of the situation), she also found out that the rabbit-virus-thing in her computer was the real actual ghost of her serial killer interest, William Afton. She was.. weirdly ok with this. For a lonely girl with nothing better to do in her free time, this was surely fascinating to say the least.

✧ Over the next few weeks, Vanessa and Glitchtrap (she learned very quickly that she really shouldn't call him William) began to develop what Vanessa would call a friendship. Anyone else would call it the beginnings of manipulation and having an annoying little ghost stealing your money and constantly snooping in your files. Keeping Glitchtrap out of her discord, instagram, and deviant art accounts was like a full time job. While freeloading in her computer, Glitchtrap developed a habit of playing games that Vanessa had downloaded. He'd only really do this when he was really bored and she was away at college. He pretty much only got into Minecraft, even though he'd constantly complain about how "shit" the graphics were, despite how much Vanessa tried to explain that the graphics were "awesome actually!".

✧ In this very short time period of mostly harmless antics with Glitchtrap, the worst thing he did to Vanessa was quietly steal over $300 for a memory extension for her PC. And once the part arrived, he proceeded to sit there like an asshole and command her to install it. Poor Vanessa, it's not like she has that kind of money! She's in college, Glitchtrap! It's not like he remembers what it was like to be a college student. Vanessa did indeed install the memory expansion though. Glitchtrap made sure to order one from a non-refundable website. What a prick.

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har-rison-s · 5 years

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Opposites

Request: hi, darling! i��m just wondering if i could request some freddie fluff where he ends up falling for innocent reader, someone completely different from his scene.

A/N: Oh my goodness, I LOVE this idea. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Hope you like how I've written it out, love :))

Her family was well-known in London. They were aristocrates through generations, the family name, money and properties being the legacy for every new-born. Most of the family were men, and males were the common gender for the children born in the Montgomery family, but, come the end of the 1940s, and and many girls were born, including a special one named Y/N.

It's not a surprise that a girl is born, the mother and all other relatives being very happy with another soon-to-be leading woman being born. There just hasn't been a girl born since the nineteenth century, and it might be harder to adjust to a small girl running around business places and mansions. Sometimes the press get too hard on her, but all in all, she's fine living her aristocratic and rich life.

There's money, property, opportunities and attention in every direction pointed at her, but everything's really blank. Y/N feels like people think she's shallow, just like most of the people in her family, but she'd be willing to prove them wrong anytime. If her family allowed it.

She's always wearing skirts and blouses in strict measurements, having her hair done neatly and without a strand falling down. Y/N was taught to speak what you'd call the posh way, polite, understandable, and that's what she does. She was never late, always the best and brightest, the most beautiful and quiet one. Everyone liked her in the private school, she always won diplomas and certificates for her good grades, participating in social events and organisations. Teachers loved her and her university professors love her now. She's the practical princess of London's University, and her previous schools.

What Mr and Mrs Montgomery would think if they found out that the up-coming rockstar called Freddie Mercury has fallen in love with their daughter, the promising soon-to-be business woman of 1970s London, would scare the singer right off. Or so they'd like to think. Freddie Mercury was not afraid of anything, not of showing his feelings and not afraid to show them. He just didn't tell Brian that he was hopelessly in love with a girl he follows around in his university.

A young man with dreams of becoming a pop star, coming from a working-class zoroastrian family plus an aristocratic business family girl that has her life figured out until the last day? That'd be outrageous. Imagine the newspaper articles! What would people say? It'd surely be in the news because her last name is one of the most popular ones in London, business and finances. A wedding would be the center of everyone's attention.

When he finally does meet her, their conversation is lovely, more than what Freddie would have hoped for. “Hello, sweetheart.” He says to her, approaching her at the university's library. She sits at a desk, reading a book on how to understand laws and court better. Her hair is swept up in a perfect bun and from the long hours already spent in the library, a few strands have fallen out around her cheeks and at the top of the bun.

She's wearing a white blouse, the first few buttons undone due to the spring weather condition—it's almost twenty degrees in the air. The delicate wrist of her right hand is adorned by a thin-strapped watch and the index finger of that same right hand is decorated by a silver ring with a white gem. It probably costs a thousand pounds or more, Freddie thinks, raising his eyebrows.

Y/N turns her head to the speaker and smiles when she sees that it's the vibrant young man she's seen around school with the tall astrophysicist. He's way more extroverted than his science friend, and dresses in pretty and decorative clothing, also styling necklaces, earrings, bracelets, rings and painted nails. She loves how he dresses, but she won't admit it to anyone.

“Hello.” Y/N responds and puts her book down, placing a postcard from Italy in between the pages and closing it. “What are you doing here?” He doesn't go here, she knows that well. He studies design in another university, she's heard that from girls and boys around the campus. What would he be doing in her university's library? Maybe his university isn't big enough in repertoire.

The design boy shrugs and takes a seat next to her at the table. Y/N watches him, his hair hanging around his well-framed face as he gets comfortable in the chair. It's beautiful, really, the dark shade of his hair matches the colour and look of his eyes. “Looking for new acquaintances.” He replies and finally looks at Y/N. He almost loses his breath. He's never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

“At a regular university?” Y/N asks and chuckles. He smiles, but looks down, acting a bit shy.

“You never know what you might find, even here,” he answers, “how is the studying going?”

Y/N shrugs. “It's alright. I'm not really studying anymore, just a bit of light reading.” She tells him. Freddie eyes the cover of the book and nods.

“Are you going to be a lawyer? A judge?” He questions and Y/N immediately shakes her head, her beautiful bright eyes looking away from his.

“This is just one of the books that I need for my future.” She says and sighs. She thinks for a moment about her own life, and he watches her as she does so. Y/N then huffs and looks back at the interesting stranger. She smiles wide. Someone interesting is talking to her, and she finds it great. “What's your name?” She asks and takes Freddie's hand between her elegant fingers. She traces them over all the bracelets and rings and notices the painted nails once again.

“Freddie.” He answers and Y/N looks up at him.

“Freddie?” She echoes and the owner nods. Y/N smiles wide. “I think your name matches your persona.”

Freddie nods with a smile. “That's what I was going for.” He answers and the youngsters both chuckle quietly. “What's your name?” Freddie asks and his tone seems shy. Y/N watches him in thought, tilting her head to the side. She's trying to understand him, see him through his eyes. But he's so mysterious.

“It's Y/N.” She answers. “Nice to meet you, Freddie.” She smiles at him and they shake hands, which makes the both of them chuckle. “I like your nails. Do you paint them yourself?”

“Brian or Roger aren't any good at nail painting, so I have to do the honor.” Freddie answers and proudly leans up, his shoulders broad. Y/N nods and chuckles again.

“Your friends?” She asks about the foreign names. Freddie nods.

“Band-mates, too.” He says. Y/N raises her eyebrows.

“You're in a band? That's exciting.” She admits and watches Freddie. She wonders what else lies behind the mystical character of this young man Freddie.

“I'd say you weren't really the girl to come to shows,” Freddie starts and Y/N raises an eyebrow, “but would you like to see us sometime?”

Y/N looks away from Freddie and looks at her own hands. She draws in a deep breath and a nervous chuckle leaves her lips. “I—I can't, uh, be seen at pubs or—”

Freddie interrupts her with a shake of his head. He understands what she's worried about from her nervous facial expression and sudden fumbling of hands. “It's alright,” he places his hand over hers and makes Y/N look at him, “I understand, darling.”

Y/N nods and gives a thankful smile to Freddie. He falls in love with her even more in that moment, how she looks at him almost trustingly. A look of 'thank you' on her beautiful, delicate features. Afraid of being who she is.

“Can you do... coffee, maybe?” Freddie asks quietly. Y/N chuckles, her head hanging down. She's so beautiful.

“I could do that.” She answers. “Though I can't promise I won't be studying during our meeting.” Freddie raises his eyebrows and tilts his head from side to side, and Y/N smiles shyly.

“It works for me, pretty girl.” Freddie says, nodding. Y/N chuckles at the nickname and blushes. He's making her blush, and it boosts his grand ego even more.

“Does tomorrow at 5 work, too?” She asks.

“Yes. I'll be waiting for you at the entrance door.” He says and Y/N nods in response.

He left the library soon after, a wide smile on his face. The thought of having a date with the most beautiful girl has lifted him seven feet off the ground, and he can barely walk. But Freddie keeps his confident posture as he walks through the university's hallway until he finds the room Brian usually exploits for his late-at-night studying sessions. It's not really late, but Brian has some spare time to do extra studying. Freddie's not sure if he'll tell Brian about the girl that makes him feel like flying off the ground, but he knows that Brian will notice a difference in his behavior.

Y/N restarts to read her book on laws and justice, but can't help thinking of the so-wondrous Freddie who just talked with her. Why would someone so interesting and mesmerizing ever want to talk to her? She doesn't give off an interesting or mysterious feeling, the feeling that you have to work hard to figure her out. Everyone knows everything about her. But Freddie seems to be keen on talking with her and getting to know her, spending time with her. It's surprised her, but pleasantly. And she can't wait to talk to him properly, also hoping that she won't have any new projects or homeworks until 5pm tomorrow. That'd be one hell of a spoiler.

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megalony · 5 years

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Fractured pieces- Part 7

Another part of my single dad! Roger Taylor series which I hope everyone is enjoying so far.

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"Alright, is that everything you want to take?" Roger questioned, looking to James who had set out a small pile of clothes, his colouring book and a brown paper bag containing the presents for his grandparents. James had never been out of the country before going on tour with the band so he had gotten a few souvenirs. His favourite was postcards, he loved collecting them and now had all the ones from the different states on his bedroom wall. He got a few extra ones and some magnets as presents for his grandparents and was finally going to stay with them since it was the weekend.

Whilst they were away Freddie had helped his nephew come up with an idea. (Y/n) had been on almost every tour with the boys and when they reached a new stop she would take photos or have Roger take a photo of her in front of a landmark or a corner shop. Roger had given those pictures to James before the tour and Freddie suggested James get photos of either himself or Roger in the same places as (Y/n) on the photos.

They didn't get a lot of free time on the stops but they had quickly jogged around wherever they were, matching the photos to the landmarks and then James would snap a photo of Roger in said place. He wanted ones to match so he had a set for each parent.

"And photos." James chimed, picking up the envelope that held the photos of (Y/n) and the newly developed ones of Roger. His fingers skimming over the envelope as if he were holding actual magic between his fingers. A delicate smile pulled at Roger's lips as he could suddenly see (Y/n) in the dainty smile on his son's lips that made his heart flutter. Reaching out Roger started to pack the few items James had gotten out for him before reaching out for the envelope. Placing it carefully on top so they wouldn't get crumpled or damaged in any way.

"All done, you take this down and I'll get the backpack sorted, okay?"

Nodding, James took hold of the bag Roger had neatly packed before turning and trotting out of the room as the drummer followed behind. They had been back home for a week now and it was taking a little time to readjust to being home again. The temperature change set off James' bad chest again since he had gone from extreme heat to suddenly being faced with the deadly cold back home in London. Jet lag hadn't been easy for the first day or two but they were slowly getting back into their normal routine. Part of that routine was James staying with (Y/n)'s parents on a Friday night, they'd usually pick him up from pre-school but he wasn't back until next week.

Roger had tried over the past four years, he tried for James' sake to be civil with (Y/n)'s parents and he had proved on every occasion that James staying with him was the best decision. There was always going to be that slight tension between them but they were getting along well enough and that was what mattered. They all wanted what was best for James.

Going down the stairs, Roger grabbed James' backpack that was waiting on the shoebox near the door. Taking it into the kitchen as James headed into the living room to wait until Roger was ready to drive down. Going over to the island in the middle Roger set the backpack down and took everything out of it to check. They had a weekly check to make sure James wasn't running low on any medication. Roger took his time opening each tablet bottle, shaking them and counting to make sure. He opened the medicine bottles, seeing that he was running low on cough medicine which was very likely since James seemed to drink the medicine every day on tour. The drummer jotted down what was needed before checking the two inhalers. There was a purple one and a blue one as one of them was for if James thought he was going to have an attack and the other was to stop an attack when it happened.

Turning around Roger rattled through the medicine cupboard and grabbed the new blue inhaler he had gotten just after they came home. Putting that one in the bag as he started to pack it back up, adding a few throat and cough sweets just in case. The drummer had made a point of labelling everything so James could start to learn what each one was for so if Roger wasn't there and no one knew he would have some indication of what he needed.

Lisa, (Y/n)'s mother was slightly perplexed when the drummer put a few pieces of paper in the backpack. One detailed what each medicine was and what it did and the other was instructions of when James could take them, in what dosage and what not to take with them. She knew Roger did that for James' benefit but a small part of him simply added it to show her he knew what he was doing and that he knew what was best for James. She knew by now what James should and shouldn't take but Roger always kept the lists in the bag anyway.

"Okay, I've put the new inhaler in the bag and I'll hang onto the spare one for now. The list is in and you've got enough of everything for now, we all set to go?" Holding out the backpack Roger waited like always, their routine being James would put on his jacket and then his backpack. Even though he needed to take it off for the car he always put it on before they left the house.

Going into the hall, James sat down on the bottom step to put on his shoes, smiling as he held his foot out to Roger silently asking for help with the laces. When they were done Roger grabbed his coat from his designated hook before James took his hand. The rather big house only held the two of them but everything was always kept organised. They had an R hook on the wall for Roger's coats, a J for James and since Freddie always popped by James insisted they needed an F as well. Roger couldn't hide the tears when James asked if they could put up a (Y) for (Y/n) even though she obviously wasn't there he still wanted a hook to hang her coat which Roger had kept. The drummer didn't know if it was some kind of coping mechanism or if James just wanted to feel like he had a mum instead of just a dad but either way, Roger complied with what he'd been asked.

It wasn't too long a drive down but both of them enjoyed the drive since it was filled with singing. James couldn't hold the long notes for very long and some songs left him out of breath but he always tried and it made him smile.

Roger forced a smile when Lisa opened the door, seeing her eyes light up at seeing the little boy in the drummer's arms. Setting James down to his feet Roger smiled as he reached out for a hug from Lisa before Roger handed her James' overnight bag. His Queen backpack settled neatly on his shoulders.

Roger had bought the bag little over a year ago since James had started to insist on carrying the plain bag that held his medication. Roger thought he could have his own bag to make him feel a bit better, to have that sort of control to take everything he needed around with him. He loved the bag and knowing it was important made him feel even better. Lisa had made the mistake of trying to take the bag from James the first time he turned up with it. She was going to hang it up or put it in the kitchen out of the way but James looked to Roger before almost bursting into tears. He didn't take it off that night until he had to go to sleep. Now Lisa just let him take it off whenever he wanted and put it down beside him, not letting it out of his sight especially now after the tour when they'd left it on the bus.

"He's got a bad chest today but he's had his meds." He informed before going down on his knees so James could hug him. "Right, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, trouble. Have fun." The nickname of 'trouble' from tour seemed to have stuck well with Roger, not that James minded since it always seemed to make him smile. Roger kissed his temple, ruffling his hair before pulling back and walking down the two front steps.

"Bye, love you, daddy."

"Love you too, trouble."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Snapping the elastic of his boxers over his hips Roger ran a hand through his partially dried hair before heading out of the bathroom. His hand gripping the bannister as he headed down the stairs at the sound of the phone that he only just heard with the vinyl playing in the background upstairs.

Roger had been out with Brian earlier in the day after dropping James off for the day and usually on Friday nights when he was free the drummer would either go out with Freddie or he would come round and they would have some drinks. Freddie and Roger both decided not this week since they just got back from tour and the drummer fancied a bit of peace for the night. It did feel weird not having James around since he'd gone three months seeing him every day and night.

Nights like these were weird for Roger, he liked the peace of being alone but at the same time, he didn't like not being without James. They had their routines at night that Roger couldn't always break out of. They watched a movie at six o'clock in Roger's room to help James settle before Roger got him ready for bed. It was different to not be calling for James to get a bath or a shower or grabbing him a glass of milk before bed. It didn't feel right not to be tucking James in and popping up every so often just to check that he was actually asleep.

Slumping down onto the sofa Roger grabbed the telephone, holding it to his ear as he tipped his head back on the sofa, wondering who was calling. He sat up straighter when Lisa's voice came through on the other end of the line. The conversation didn't last very long before Roger slammed down the phone, jogging out of the room to go up and get changed. Thankful he hadn't had a drink yet so he was able to drive and go to see what was wrong with James.

Roger couldn't quite tell if it was anything bad or not. James was crying and wanting to go home but whenever he was ill he called for Roger so that didn't mean this was that bad.

He couldn't quite keep the panic out of his system as he knocked a little too harshly on Lisa's front door. Trying to catch his breath back when she opened the door and beckoned him inside out of the cold. Once she had shut the door Roger turned to face her, one hand on his hip as he waited to be told what was wrong.

"Where is he? What's happened?"

"He's had his medication and cough syrup but he wants to go home, he has a slight temperature and tummy ache." She tipped her head in indication for Roger to follow her through to the living room. Her foot only just getting over the threshold before Roger bypassed her and speeded over to the sofa. Seeing James curled up on his side, a blanket wrapped around him as tears were quickly being shed from his eyes. His face was turning a blotchy red but Roger couldn't decipher if that was from the tears or the temperature he had.

"Daddy." He whined, instantly coughing as soon as the word passed through his lips but that didn't stop his arms reaching out for Roger. Sitting down on the sofa Roger gently picked him up, setting James down on his lap as the little boy pulled the blanket with him. Curling up against Roger's chest.

"Hey, baby. What's the matter, eh?" Roger cooed as he pressed his hand to James' temple, feeling that he was rather warm. It wasn't quite a fever but it wasn't good.

"Chest and tummy." He responded, burrowing himself into Roger's hold as he tugged the blanket a little closer around him indicating that he wasn't feeling as warm as the temperature he was running. Keeping James secure in his arms Roger leaned down to grab the backpack leaning up against the sofa they were sitting on, unzipping it as he glanced over to Lisa, silently asking what James had taken.

"Has he had one of these yet?" He asked, pulling out the IBS tablets since his stomach was hurting. Seeing Lisa shake her head as Roger delved back into the bag. "But you gave him two of these, right?" Roger confirmed, pulling out the silver and green packet that contained the tablets that James took for his chest. They were ones that he needed to take if he didn't have an infection yet to stop one occurring and to ease the pain he was clearly suffering. A frown took over Roger's features when she shook her head. "Christ, do you even read the labels when you give him one? He might have an infection, these stop that from getting worse. Here, baby, take these for me." Roger got out two of the chest tablets and then one for his stomach, placing them into James' palm.

Reaching to grab the Thomas the Tank engine cup that held orange juice which clearly belonged to James. Watching him shake his head as he swallowed them, pulling a face at the feeling he had grown accustomed to.

"What's he had to eat?" Roger asked, trying to calm down his growing temper. He thought by now they would have read the instructions he put in the bag clearly and known what each tablet in the bag did. Sure there were a few medications but at the end of the day, they thought they were better equipped to care for James so Roger expected them to do it right like he did.

"Fishfingers for dinner, a few cookies and some ice cream."

"Ice cream... was that before or after your tummy hurt, baby?" Roger questioned, leaning his head to look down at the little boy perched on his lap. Watching James lazily pull his head up to lock eyes with his dad.

"Just after." He mumbled before tucking himself back against Roger to the point he was almost fully covered by Roger and the blanket. Running a hand through his hair Roger shook his head, leaning down to put the medications back in the bag before zipping it up. Gently unravelling the blanket from around James, Roger helped him with the backpack before getting to his feet. Keeping the blanket around James to keep him warm as he turned to look at Lisa and Mark who stayed quiet, sitting in the armchair.

"I asked you not to give him ice cream or anything that cold and I specifically told you not to give him that if he had tummy ache because it makes his IBS worse. Thanks for ignoring me." The drummer huffed before wandering out into the hallway. Ice cream or ice lollies or anything that cold was alright in small amounts but they upset James' stomach and if his stomach was already hurting the ice cream would make it worse. Roger guessed due to his sudden temperature they all thought it would help but he had told them time and time again to listen to him about these things because Roger wasn't making it up.

Roger knew what James needed. He knew that he needed to go home now and have a bath since the heat always helped his chest and it would bring down the temperature. He knew James would need more cough medicine after that and then another tablet before he went to bed to settle his chest. Roger knew exactly what he needed to do for his boy and the very fact that they had insinuated four years ago that he didn't made his blood boil.

Heading out of the house Roger settled James into his car seat, letting him hug his backpack to his chest as he wrapped the blanket around him. Kissing his forehead gently before shutting the door so he could go and talk or rather argue, with Lisa for a moment.

"He has a temperature so we gave him a little ice cream and I gave him the cough medicine-"

"There's a list, Lisa! A fucking list. You're meant to follow that because it tells you what medication to give him and yeah ice cream is nice but not for James. It irritates his stomach and I'm trying to stop him eating dairy because he might be lactose intolerant." The doctor had told Roger on James' last visit that he could be lactose intolerant so lowering his dairy intake for a while would see if it reduced his symptoms. They were the same symptoms for his IBS so it was harder to tell but Roger was beginning to think he might be lactose intolerant so ice cream would only worsen his already delicate stomach.

Roger made the list for James' benefit not so much as to annoy Lisa, he needed her to do what he told her because if she didn't it was going to affect James and everything Roger did was for him. Reaching down for James' shoes Roger stuffed them into his overnight bag which he slung over his shoulder as he got ready to leave.

"If you want to keep looking after him you have to listen to me because I'm his dad whether you like that or not. I know what he needs and you don't." If this happened again Roger wouldn't be so happy to let them look after James because it wasn't just a cold or a tummy bug that was going to go away in a few days. This was James' life, he was four and he had to deal with all of these problems. He was Roger's life and the drummer made sure every day that he did everything he was meant to in order to look after his boy, he wasn't having anyone risking James' health.

Just as Roger turned to leave he stopped, turning back to look at Lisa for a moment. He couldn't seem to stop thinking about what they had said to him when they wanted custody of him. They kept saying James needed more care than a normal child and that Roger couldn't provide that, he wondered if they had really thought everything through at that time.

"And to think, you thought you were better to care for him than me." A cynical laugh left Roger's lips at the thought. How wrong they had been. "He belongs with me."

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actressemiliafox · 7 years

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Emilia Fox on Hats, Horse Riding & the British Social Season This June sees Emilia Fox star as the lead ambassador for the Investec Epsom Derby, Britain’s prestigious flat racing event. The Silent Witness actress talks hats, horse riding & the British Social Season There is no mistaking Emilia Fox as she bundles in to the Milestone Hotel in Kensington. The Silent Witness actress is dressed in skinny black jeans and a pink faux-fur coat by Miranda Dunn, with ‘Fox’ emblazoned on the back (her daughter Rose has a matching one). She has a mobile phone glued to her ear and mouths an apologetic ‘sorry’ as we greet each other. Her blonde hair is tied back and she is burdened with several shopping bags. What are your favourite events on the British social calendar? I don’t have time for the social season. Since 2004 I’ve filmed Silent Witness for seven months of every year. Production runs from April to November, so all the lovely festivals take place when I’m learning scripts. A treat might be going to the theatre. I’ve just been to see my brother Freddie in Tom Stoppard��s Travesties at the Haymarket. I hope to see my father in his one-man show about Sir John Betjeman, too. It’s called Sand in the Sandwiches and goes on tour in May and June. [My daughter] Rose and I will have a holiday in August, but I’ve no idea where. Are you looking forward to your next lead role as an ambassador for the Investec Derby Festival at Epsom? I’ve never been to the Derby before, so it’s very exciting for me. Any excuse to get dressed up is an absolute treat when you’re a working mum. I also love horses – I rode as a child and Rose is now having lessons. She’s already much better than me. What are you planning to wear? Well, that’s the lovely thing about the Derby – everybody makes an effort. It’s quintessentially British and I’ve put a lot of thought into what I’ll wear. I’ve chosen a dress by my favourite designer, Luisa Beccaria. I’ve known her family for years and we are good friends. Luisa draws her inspiration from nature, which is perfect for a summery look. And the hat? I wear a lot of hats, but there’s nothing in my collection that would work for Epsom. The theme this year is ‘butterflies and flowers’, so I’m working on something with Rachel Trevor-Morgan. What are your beauty secrets? I do try to take care of my skin. I spend an hour a day in makeup for Silent Witness, so you learn a thing or two from some brilliant makeup artists. I also colour my hair – Errol Douglas in Knightsbridge has been looking after me for 20 years. When filming is done, how do you relax? My six-year-old daughter takes up the rest of my day. I’m lucky because the Silent Witness studio is only five minutes from where I live in west London. If I’m not in a scene and Rose is on school holidays, I can nip home to be with her. We live in a cottage-style house with a garden. That’s where I like to relax – it’s my oasis of calm. Being a single mum, there isn’t much time for anything else, although we do like to swim, or walk our two dachshunds, Dolly and Clive, in the park. From whom have you inherited the gardening gene? I grew up living in both London and Dorset, where my parents have a house close to the Jurassic Coast. My childhood was all about playing on the beach, making scrapbooks and learning about nature. The house down there is idyllic and unspoilt. Both my parents love to be in the garden. Mum is brilliant with pot plants and dad is an expert pruner. They have helped fill my garden with lavender, tulips and lots of roses. Your character was buried alive in a wooden coffin in Mexico and almost died in the last episode of Silent Witness. How difficult was that to film? We spent a week on that shoot and it was really tough. The film crew was always there, but because I had no other actors to interact with, I felt very lonely. You start to think about all sorts of things and the days dragged on. All I had for company was a scorpion. Silent Witness characters have been killed off in the past – will you survive season 21? We discussed this a lot after the Mexico drama. There will be some fall-out from what happened but I don’t get to see the scripts, so I have no idea what the future holds. http://www.luxurylondon.co.uk/article/emilia-fox-on-hats-horse-riding-the-british-social-season

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Now you see it, now you see it again Pt 12: Stole the show!

Fur as an accessory has been a symbol of lineage, rank, class and prosperity for centuries. In the early 1900s French fashion designers such as Madame Paquin and Paul Poiret introduced elegant fur garments into their regular collections, having developed methods of treating it so that it was soft and comfortable to wear. Fur markets to support the fashion industry reached their peak in the 1920s and 30s, with the most expensive furs being sable, ermine, mink and fox. Fox became the fur de rigueur with the glamorous film stars preferring white and grey fox coats.

Paul Poiret, followed by other designers, introduced fur stoles to his collection in 1917 and they remained popular for the large part of the century. These pieces were thrown or draped over the shoulders so that the evening wear underneath could be glimpsed and appreciated.

Phryne wears the magnificent white fur stole with cream silk lining in several episodes of Series 1 and 2.

Its first appearance is at the opening of Death at Victoria Dock as an accessory with white felt cloche and grey silk detail to silk pants and blouse. Phryne has an assignation with Gerald Waddington, dock owner, whose daughter has run away. And Mr Waddington has other trouble too, with his workers on strike. The Hon Phryne Fisher needs to drive through a picket line to have her meeting.

The white of the stole and cloche, like the headlights of the Hispano, pierce the gloominess of waterfront, warehouses and workers.

Waddington: Think they're gonna intimidate me into breaking, but they won't win.

Phryne: You didn't mention the job involved breaching a picket line.

Waddington: And your aunt didn't mention that you were a commo. I've been told you dabble in sorting out... delicate domestic matters. My daughter, Lila. She's missing, and, uh, I need you to find her and bring her back with as little fuss as possible.

Phryne: Do you think her disappearance could have something to do with your current troubles?

Again, the white of the stole parallels the light of lamps in illuminating the dim office.

Evening mists surround the circumstances and their backdrop, presaging the gun shots and death that ensue. The scene is set for a rather intricate plot that involves murder, anarchy and opposition, and familial frictions and secrets.

The contrast between Phryne’s white ensemble and the dark environment is what first ensures the stole illuminates the early scenes. But it is the juxtaposition of the white of silk and fur and the blood red of the victim that is most poignant.

Phryne is too emotionally affected by Yourka’s death and her failure to be of assistance to him, for her to be aware of Hugh’s discomfort in her need to remove her bloodied clothes.

Hugh uses the stole as a screen, Phryne then comforts herself in it.

At home, and exhausted, Phryne is confronted by her Aunt Pru who sees nothing extraordinary in Phryne’s bloody hands, her state of undress, or her mood. She has only concerns for own reputation and Jane’s apparent anti-social behaviour at school. Phryne has little will or emotional energy to engage.

The conversation though, thematically links three daughters with family difficulties - Jane, Lila Waddington and Nina Aliyena.

Phryne’s bath alleviates her distress to some extent but stimulates the resurfacing of images of the war, and we learn that Phryne suffers traumatic memories of her service. The blood of the victim, Yourka, and his plea clutching Phryne’s hand to pass on the red jewellery box to Nina, evoke similar circumstances on the Western Front, the same colour palette providing a visual link for the viewer.

Dot scoops up the stole along with the rest of the clothes to have the vestiges of the blood the dying Yourka expunged, even if the memories cannot be.

The stole reappears in Episode 2 of Series 2, Death Comes Knocking when Phryne comforts her cousin Freddy in the garden of her home. The white stole, the white piping of her blouse, the white pearl flower-shaped drop of her earrings pick up the white roses of her garden as Freddy contemplates the joy inspired by a flower:

Freddy: But I can't help but feeling there's some hideous truth lurking in a dark corner of my mind. We're both home now.

Phryne: We're safe.

Freddy: Yes. I, uh... never appreciated flowers until France. It's amazing how a single stunted wildflower, struggling for survival in a battlefield of mud, can touch what's left of one's heart.

In Episode 4, Deadweight the stole is teemed first with the white felt hat with bronze flower motifs and pearl beading; later re-accessorised for evening. Here she slips it over a shoulder and arm to visit the morgue (as you do) to see what Dr Mac’s post mortem examinations have revealed.

Luckily, Jack makes an appearance at the morgue with the stole, and here’s a pic to prove it. (Phew, was starting to think that he might have had some kind of aversion to fur stoles after the earlier eps.)

The morgue encounter identifies the deadman’s brain as having been that of a boxer, so it’s to a bout of boxing that Phryne, the stole and Dot must repair to investigate the relationship between boxing, betting syndicates, boy gangs and butchery.

Phryne doesn’t appear to feel the least over-dressed.

She wears the stole over a rather magnificent evening gown of lace heavily decorated with gold and silver sequins and bugle beads in floral motifs over a gold slip, with a silver and crystal headpiece and a stunning wound gold armband.

Phryne’s sleuthing around the big top identifies some match-fixing arrangements...

and an encounter with someone purporting to have some gifts to bear ...

Giorgos: Are you enjoying yourself? We will have a drink, after.

Phryne: Lovely. Call on me later.

(Jack had already sussed him out as all talk, no action.)

What with weighted boxing gloves and police presence, Hugh steps into the ring instead of his young mentor to ensure a fair fight and to appease a baying crowd.

Collective breaths are held...

but Hugh comes up trumps much to everyone’s delight (except all the people who had bet on the big bloke from the Woolpackers).

Even Jack gives Hugh a fatherly gesture of congratulations.

But there’s more investigation for Jack, Phryne and the stole, both at the station:

and in a return to the big top. Mothers and sons -

Phryne: A mother needs to protect her child, but only another mother knows how far she would go.

So ends the episode as far as the fur stole is concerned. But I do feel I need to just remind everyone that Giorgos ends up being more muscle than mojo, whereas our Jack is proven, once again, to be a man who keeps his promises.

Mr Butler: Pardon, Miss. If you're feeling up to it, the Inspector is downstairs.

Phryne: Yes! Tell him I'll be down immediately.

Jack: Miss Fisher. I believe I owe you a ride on the great scenic railway.

Phryne: So Wallet means...?

Jack: Possum. You win.

Phryne: Oh! How can I resist a man who pays his debts?

Jack: I wouldn't bother with the hat.

So he, Phryne and a mini version of the stole head off on a date. (Stole her heart maybe?)

#Now you see it now you see it again #MFMM #Phryne's phabulous fashions #stole the show

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