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dark-frosted-heart · 3 months

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The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (His POV)

CLAVIS YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

In front of my fiancee, I’ve always considered myself to be an elegant, magnificent, joyful, and loving gentleman.

If Emma feels even an ounce of unhappiness, it’s the loving gentleman’s disgrace—

I plan to keep working hard at it every day.

(It’s that time already…)

I’ve been holed up in my room dealing with documents for several hours already—

After the usual breakfast with Emma, briefing with servants, waking Chevalier up, time slipped away as I got to work.

As I moved to relax my body, which had become stiff after sitting in a chair for so long, a wave of sleepiness hit me.

(Perhaps I’ve been pushing myself to hard lately)

(It’s been a fruitful time, but I still haven’t gotten enough sleep)

(I have a meeting later…I can afford a short break)

I stumbled over to the sofa and sat down, sensing that I’m at my limit with the yawn I let out.

I removed my ascot tie, loosened my collar, and lied down.

(Still, the situation’s calmed down considerably…)

~~ Flashback ~~

Clavis: Several jewelry dealers are scheduled to have dinner with us today. We’re having a small party, but what do you think will happen when we show off our love?

Emma: I think you can get the message across without having to show off.

Clavis: Yes, they’ll definitely pay us tribute. At any rate, the purpose of the company’s for me to arrange export destinations. I wonder how much jewelry will be collected to gain my favor. I’ll arrange a deal with the one whose jewelry best suits your taste as an honor to the winner.

~~ Flashback End ~~

Originally, the party with the jewelers was a strategy for Emma to gain footing.

(Jewelers' customers are mainly nobles…)

(The information they see and hear spreads among other nobles)

(The more favor shown, the better the nobles’ attitudes toward Emma will be)

(Nothing wrong with taking measures)

(I also wanted to use that as an excuse to show off my cute fiancee)

~~ Flashback ~~

Merchant: I’ve heard rumors, but it looks like the real deal, Your Highness.

Clavis: Yes. Go home with that image of our wonderful bond seared into your memory.

Merchant: As you say. However, Your Highness must have a lot on your mind…

Clavis: Oh, what sharp ears you have?

Merchant: In our line of work, you’ll need to be well-informed or you’ll miss out on huge profits. His highness comes from a prestigious line that has served the Michel family for generations… I’ve heard that the head of the family is making some kind of move.

Clavis: What, it’s just some stubborn old man trying to play games with me. However, it’s not my intention for my fiancee to hear about this.

Merchant: Of course I’m aware of that. There’s already been rumors going around about Your Highness and the head of the family… People always want fresh rumors. I’ll do my small part to help. This is not just a quarrel between Your Highness and the head of the family… The huge profits coming from paying tribute to Lady Emma are what we merchants are after.

Clavis: Haha, you’re very competent. I also like to choose my business partners carefully, but I think I can work well with you. Can I expect great things…?

~~ End flashback ~~

(That party went well. Doesn’t look like Emma noticed anything was amiss)

(After all, there’s always troubling rumors when it comes to women related to royalty…)

(I can’t forgive such rumors that would wipe Emma’s smile away)

~~ Flashback ~~

Emma: Mhmm…All these sweets are just to my taste!

Emma: Their signature “Rabbit and Leopard love explosion cake” in particular is the tastiest…

Clavis: I see, I see. It was worth asking the owner for some privileges as an investor.

Emma: Ah, so it was Clavis’ idea after all.

Clavis: Haha. I didn’t think you’d notice. Your power of love never ceases to amaze me.

Emma: You’re just easy to understand. Hehe…I’m really fortunate.

Clavis: Hm?

Emma: With you, there’s always something going on every day, but I’ve never felt unhappy. Thank you always, Clavis.

~~ Flashback end ~~

(It’s my duty to protect that smile…)

(Both as a gentleman and as her fiance. I don’t want to be a useless man that causes her trouble)

Suddenly, my eyes landed on a rabbit plushie I had left on the table.

With this I could use as a substitute for Emma for when she’s not by my side.

I reached out for the rabbit and hugged it close as I fell asleep.

I’d be dead if anyone were to see me like this, but this room’s a safe space protected by a lock and key.

(Emma…)

(I wonder if you still feel fortunate at this moment…)

(...)

(...Mn…)

???: -vis…

(Wha…I think I hear…something)

(No…I’m still half asleep)

(Is it time…for the meeting already?)

(But…the bell hasn’t rung yet…)

Clavis: Nn…It’s not…time yet…

(I’ve been pulling a lot of all-nighters…lately…)

(Outside the rumors and the investments…there’s still more to do…)

(And…huh…)

(...)

Clavis: *yawn* I’m…sleepy…I’ve had enough, good night…

(I don’t want to…wake up…)

(...)

(...Mn…)

(That…scent…)

(Smells like Emma…)

(If…)

(If anyone could enter this room…it’d be Emma…)

(...)

(?!)

It took only a moment for me to wake up from my nap.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Emma right there, smiling at me.

Clavis: …

Emma: G-good morning…

Clavis: …

Emma: Are you still half asleep?

The moment I realized what was going on, I got to my feet.

I hurriedly grabbed my ascot tie hanging on the back of the couch and composed myself as I tied it.

(Damn it, I’m such an idiot…)

(I gave Emma the key to my room)

(If Cyril came calling for me and I didn’t respond, then he would’ve asked Emma for help…)

I casually stuff the rabbit into a corner of the sofa.

Clavis: Emma…

Emma: Yes?

Clavis: What did you see?

Emma: Your sleeping face.

Clavis: Did I say anything strange?

Emma: You said something cute.

Clavis: …I see …

I couldn’t put on my usual smile and hid my face with a hand.

(I talked in my sleep, and she probably saw the rabbit too…)

(...I feel like dying)

Somehow, my face felt hot enough to boil water.

Emma: Are you, by any chance, embarrassed?

Clavis: Haha, there’s no way. It’s just that, you know… Yes, I thought it strange for you to sneak into my room without permission.

Emma: Hehe…You prank me often.

I thought I’d return the favor.

Clavis: I see…you got me

(I never thought someone would try to get revenge at this point…)

(My cool front’s now ruined, isn’t it?)

(Does she think I’m cute or something…? It’s okay, really)

When the heat somewhat subsided, I removed my hand from my face.

Emma’s eyes weren’t filled with disappointmentーThey were sparkling.

Emma: And it’s my dream to become a Clavis master.

Clavis: Hm? What’s with that amusing title?

Emma: It’s a title reserved for those that you know ins and outs, and can hold the reins.

It was a great learning experience today to see Clavis after you woke up from your nap.

Clavis: …

(If you say so, then you’ve already become a master)

(Because you’re the only one that has me completely wrapped around your finger)

Emma: By the way, Clavis. Here.

Emma pointed at a spot above my ear and I quickly smoothed that spot down.

I felt the bounciness of my bedhead and wanted to jump into a hole.

Emma’s shoulders shake and she looks down as if she couldn’t hold back anymore.

(Well if Emma’s enjoying herself then it’s not so badー)

(ーNOT. I need to fix this as soon as possible)

Clavis: That’s a good attitude, my dear fiancee. I like your courage to prank me as part of your journey to becoming a master.

However…

I grabbed her hand and sat her on the sofa before pinning her down.

In the same way, I’ve mastered Emma.

I think about her all hours of the day.

In this case…I could think of one or two tricks.

Clavis: You should be more careful.

It’s too naive to be satisfied with a prank. You have to expect payback.

I kissed Emma’s forehead before sliding my lips down to her cheek and then jaw, turning her face a bright red.

(Good…)

Continuing my attack, I placed a hand on her smooth leg and let it crawl upward.

I fiddled with her skirt, which had hiked up from me pushing her down.

Emma: C-Clavis…It’s almost time for the meeting!

Clavis: I know.

Emma: But your hands are still wandering…!

Clavis: Thanks to you, I woke up ahead of schedule. I have plenty of time to tease you.

(If I want to call myself an elegant, magnificent, joyful, and loving gentleman, I’ll need to forget what just happened)

Any protest is silenced by a kiss.

This usually sweeps Emma awayーor so it would seem.

However, just as our lips parted, my cheeks were caught between her hands and pulled back in.

(Wha…)

Emma took the lead and kissed me. It wasn’t a sweet peck, but an adult kind with a lot of tongue.

I was taken aback, not expecting this kind of retaliation.

Emma: Don’t underestimate me.

I’ve been poisoned by you to the point that Cyril side-eyes me.

(...)

(Ah…Forget it)

(In front of such a lovely thing, my mistakes are not important)

Clavis: When did you get so good at handling me?

Emma: Hehe, does that mean you approve?

Clavis: Yes, I’ve lost.

(Emma is so much better than me)

Emma: You can leave yourself to me.

With Emma, my fatigue’s washed away by happiness.

(At the end of the day…I’m working for myself, not my lovely fiancee.

(To make this happiness eternal…)

(Let’s go the extra mile)

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kmomof4 · 7 months

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Teaser Thursday!!!

Hello all! It’s been a long while since I posted anything, so I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon that booksteaandtoomuchtv started this morning. Calling it Teaser Thursday instead of Things I’m Typing Thursday (TIT Thursday) because while I am currently working on a new fic, I haven’t had time to work on it all week, so I can’t say I’m currently TYPING anything… anyhoo, I do have 3 fics waiting in the wings to post this fall and holiday season, and hopefully this new project will post sometime this fall as well, we’ll see… so I thought y’all would like some sneak peeks…

Orphan Girl is waiting on a beta read and was inspired by a song of the same name my local chorale group sang last spring as part of our concert featuring Songs from the Enchanted Isle, Folks Songs of Ireland, England, and Scotland. The song was originally written by Brendan Graham for the Annual Great Famine Commemoration in Sydney in 2012. The ceremony commemorates the relocation of about 4k female orphans to Australia after the potato famine took its toll.

Welcome to Drogheda Station, Miss Nolan,” he began. “My name is Killian Jones, and I am in need of a governess for my young daughter. She lost her mother closing in on a year ago now, and I just want to meet you myself before introducing you to my Alice and make sure you’d be a good fit with our family.” Emma nodded, but remained silent. His crystal blue eyes remained on hers as he spoke and she had to give herself an internal shake to keep herself from getting lost in them.

“So, tell me about yourself.” He looked down at a small stack of papers on his desk for a moment before looking back at her again. “I have quite a lot of information about you from your file provided to me from Granny, but I’d like to hear some of it in your own words.” He smiled and Emma instantly relaxed as she returned it.

“Ah,” Emma began, “the name… of the station? Drogheda? That’s Irish isn’t it?”

His smile lit up his face and Emma thought she would swoon at the pleasure she saw in his beautiful eyes.

“It is,” he affirmed. “My father was from Drogheda in County Louth on the east coast of Ireland. He immigrated here when he was a teenager. He died when I was small, but when I bought this land, I wanted to honor him and the roots he left behind by naming the station after his hometown.”

“I see.” She smiled back at him. “That’s a lovely tribute to your family. Thank you for sharing it with me. I’d never been to County Louth, but I had heard of it. I’m from County Mayo on the west coast.”

Killian smiled softly at her statement and nodded for her to continue. He watched the young woman in front of him intently as she continued speaking. Her manners were impeccable and her appearance was most pleasing. Her long golden hair was gathered at the nape of her neck in a ponytail against the summer heat, but it positively glowed in the sun shining through the windows of his office. There was a sadness in her green eyes that Killian found himself responding to. It was the look that he himself saw in the mirror every day. The look of an orphan. Given her circumstances, and where she came from, he wasn’t at all surprised.

What did surprise him, however, was how strongly he was responding to it. He wanted nothing more than to care for and shelter this lovely young lady. Her education and decorum were obvious in her comportment and Killian was sure she’d be a perfect fit for the position. He rarely had trouble discerning the character of a person upon their first meeting, and after just this brief introduction to Emma Nolan, he had no compunction whatsoever in bringing her on as Alice’s governess.

Our next sneak peek is from the Family Affair universe! After the response I got to the fics in the series, I wanted to share the couples Happy Beginnings, as well. And what better way is there then to gather the entire extended clan for Christmas? This fic picks up one year after Robin and Regina’s wedding, when David finally came home, and will post on Christmas Day.

Christmas was just a couple of days away. Emma, Killian, and Henry were feverishly getting everything ready to host the entire extended Swan and Jones families. They were expecting a total of sixteen extra guests for the holiday and excitement was running very high.

They didn’t usually have much snow in December, but this year, they were predicting around three inches on Christmas Eve. Henry had never seen a white Christmas, and with all his aunts, uncles, and cousins, in addition to his grandparents coming, this was sure to be the best Christmas ever!

Henry peeked into his baby sister’s bedroom, not surprised to see her awake and standing in her crib. Henry grinned and came in, followed closely by Shep.

“Eny, Eny,” Hope babbled as her big brother approached.

“Do you know what today is, Hope?” Henry asked his sister. “Everyone’s coming today! Mimi and Papaw, Aunt Ruby, Uncle Graham and Poppa, and you’ll get to meet your baby cousins in person, Aunt Regina and Uncle Robin, Aunt M’s and Uncle David, Aunt Elsa and Uncle Liam, Aaron and Dale, and Grandpa Nemo!”

Henry lowered the side of the crib and lifted Hope out, setting her on her feet on the floor. She wasn’t walking independently yet, but she was close and Henry just knew that she’d do it sometime in the next few days while everyone was here. He stood behind her and held onto her hands raised in the air as she started toward the door of her bedroom.

He followed along behind her as they toddled the short distance to their parents’ room. Once they reached the door, Henry knocked.

“Mom? Dad?” he asked, opening the door slightly. Shep pushed the door open the rest of the way with his nose.

“Mamamamamamamama,” Hope babbled. “Dadadadadadadada.”

The lights were still off, but the sun was poking through the blinds. Their dad sat up, his mouth opening on a huge yawn and swung his legs off the side of the bed, motioning for them to be quiet.

“Mom’s still asleep,” he whispered. “Let’s let her sleep just a little more. Go downstairs with Hope, Henry, and I’ll be down in just a minute to get breakfast started.”

Henry nodded and turned Hope around, back toward the door of the bedroom. As soon as they were gone, Killian leaned over to Emma, pressing a kiss to her brow and whispering in her ear.

“You can sleep for a little while longer, babe. I’ll send Henry up to get you once breakfast is ready.”

All he got was a muffled Mmmph in reply. Killian chuckled and made his way to the bathroom.

Our next fic is a continuation of A Christmas Surprise. Told mostly in Killian’s pov this time, it begins with Killian and Alice’s reunion and goes all the way to Killian and Emma’s wedding day! This is a long one and so will have two parts. Part One will post on Dec 8, and Part Two on Dec 15.

Killian Jones sat in the darkness of the giant present in which he was hiding, waiting for his daughter’s Christmas program to begin. He couldn’t wait to see his starfish when he surprised her after she sang her solo this evening. He was proud to serve his country, but the long deployments made things especially difficult. Having Liam and Elsa so close by and willing to care for Alice when he was gone was a blessing he didn’t take for granted in the least, but he was so thankful that he was home for good now and was eligible to retire in just a few more months.

Which made him think about what would come next. What the future might hold and how the lovely Emma Swan might fit into it. He’d been thoroughly gobsmacked when he laid eyes on the golden haired beauty who was Alice’s teacher when he arrived at the school earlier. And then the revelation that she was single sent his heart rate ratcheting up like he hadn’t experienced since he’d met his late wife. It had been six years since he’d lost his beloved Milah, and the thought of re-entering the dating scene hadn’t crossed his mind once in all that time. He was still relatively young and handsome, but with his very young daughter and Navy career, he didn’t have the time or inclination to put himself back out there.

But Emma Swan might just change his mind on that front.

He knew his countenance sported a goofy, thoroughly besotted smile when he heard movement on the outside of the present in which he sat. Bright light from the auditorium flooded the dark space as the box’s small door opened, helping him immensely in the schooling of his features before being confronted with the object of his thoughts as she handed him his dinner.

“Do you have enough light to see to eat in here?” Emma asked, looking around.

Killian grimaced. He hadn’t really thought of that. “Perhaps not.”

“I can stay for a bit while you eat, turn the flashlight on on my phone. So you can see to eat,” she stammered. The blush on her cheeks was adorable, and Killian’s heart rate picked up yet again.

“That would be great. Thank you, Emma.”

She smiled as she moved into the space with him. It was a bit cramped with them both sitting on the floor, but he didn’t mind it at all. He tucked into his Christmas meal of roast turkey and dressing, mashed potatoes, green beans and cranberry salad as Emma told him about some of the antics Henry, Alice, and her cousins had gotten up to this semester.

She told him about Liam Jr and Colin hiding Alice’s pencil box on the first day of school. Meant as an initiation of sorts, it had made Elsa’s morning that much more hectic and stressful trying to find it and make it to school on time. Emma related how she’d had trouble containing her giggles when the twins confessed what they’d done, handed over the pencil box, and got exactly what was coming to them from their mother. Later on the same day, in retaliation, Alice and Henry had hidden away the twins’ lunch boxes. Killian had to stifle his laughter at the story.

Then Emma told him about the time just a few weeks ago when Alice was delayed coming back from the restroom. When Emma went to look for her, she found the child peeking into the auditorium where her cousins were engaged in a basketball game with another school in the area. Colin had just made a shot, and Alice was cheering loudly for her cousin from the hallway when Emma found her. Killian’s heart swelled.

And finally, the new fic I’ve been working on is inspired by Francesca Bridgerton’s story. I wrote the entire first ch of the fic, almost 8400 words, in five days, so I’m hoping I’ll be able to finish it next month and post it sometime in November. No promises, but that is the hope…

There is a moment in every man’s life in which his future becomes clear. A turning point of sorts. The moment when he becomes a man, when he leaves the irresponsibility and temerity of youth behind and turns his eyes to the future. A future that he’d never allowed himself to think about before. Unfortunately, that moment came for Killian Jones when he first laid eyes on Emma Nolan, at a supper celebrating the imminent marriage between herself and Killian’s brother Earl Liam Jones.

After years of chasing anything in a skirt, Killian grimaced at the irony. In all that time, he’d never allowed his heart to become entangled with his many, many romantic exploits. Allowing himself to be chased until he conquered, his reputation as a rake and a scoundrel was well deserved. He’d even stopped attending church, although he assuaged the pricking of his conscience by telling himself the derelict stones of Kilmartin Abbey on the Kilmartin estate up in Scotland couldn’t withstand a direct strike of lightning, which would surely happen if Killian Jones ever showed his face inside. No originality among his ancestors there, when it came to naming. They were so proud of the title when it was newly bestowed about 300 years ago, that they attached it to everything they possibly could.

Killian Jones

Worst of Sinners

He would have had it printed on calling cards if he didn’t think it would actually kill his mother. He may never have seduced a virgin or slept with a married woman… Oh very well, if he couldn’t be honest in his own head, then what was the purpose? He’d slept with plenty of married women. But only those whose husbands were tossers, and only when they’d already produced at least two male offspring, three if one of others was sickly. He may have a modicum of honor left in his blackened soul… because this was the one thing that truly did it. Blackened his soul beyond all redemption.

He coveted his brother’s wife.

And had since that fateful moment two years ago. The day he met Emma Nolan. Emma Nolan Jones now. Lady Kilmartin. Countess Kilmartin. Wife of his brother. The Earl of Kilmartin.

He could torture himself for days thinking of every iteration of Emma Nolan Jones, but it would never change the simple fact. He couldn’t have her. She’d never be his.

I hope this whets y’all’s appetite!!

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themultifandomgal · 29 days

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From 2010- Last Day Of Tour

2012

Part 25

1st July

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Liam asks sitting in my dressing room

“It’s the last day of tour. I want to be here” I reply taking in a deep breath “Alex wouldn’t want me to be as home sobbing anymore. I’ve cried, screamed, broke some shit now it’s time to get my life back on track” I look down at the A tattoo on my thumb and rub it gently.

“As long as your sure” Zayn says giving me a small smile

“I am. I erm I haven’t actually practiced any of the songs so I might forget my parts”

“If that happens then you look at us and we can help”

“Or just point your microphone to the fans they can sing your parts” Niall says cutting Liam off

“Thanks for the advice” I chuckle a little. I sit down next to Harry on the sofa and lean my head on his shoulder “thank you for the last few months. I do t know what I would have done without you all”

“You don’t have to thank us. That’s what friends are for. Is Emma here tonight?” Zayn asks

“Yeah she’s in the pit with my dad” there’s then a knock on my door and in walks Paul coving his eyes

“Are you decent?” He asks

“Yeah don’t worry” Paul then removes his hands from his eyes

“5 minutes”

“Ready?” Harry asks standing up and looking at me. I take in a deep breath and nod. He holds his hand out for me to take

“Yeah let’s go” I take his hand and we all leave my dressing room.

We arrive backstage waiting to go on. Once again Harry takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly

“Let’s give ‘em a hell of a last show” he says to me and the other boys.

The music starts playing and I know our little intro cards are up on screen. In no time at all it’s time for us to run on stage. I run on last and hearing everyone scream is so overwhelming

“We’re like na na na, then we’re like yeah yeah yeah” we all start the song. Thankfully I do remember my parts of the song.

“How are you all doing?” Louis shouts down his mic causing everyone to scream “as you can see YN is here, she wanted to come and be here on the last day of tour, so can we all give her some love” again everyone scream and shouts ‘we love you’

“When YN said she wanted to join us on the last day we all decided we wanted to sing a tribute to Alex. So YN if you’d take a seat” Liam says as Harry brings out a stool for me to sit on “this is run” the music starts playing and I can’t stop crying during the whole song. I had no idea they were doing this. The whole time they are singing I can’t stop rubbing the A on my thumb. Once the boys finish singing I get up off the stool and hug them in one massive group hug

“Thank you” I say not into the mic, but to my family on stage

“Now I know Alex wouldn’t want us to cry and spend our last day on tour upset. He would want us to have fun. So we have rearranged our set list just for tonight. This is Up All Night”

Before we even know it our first tour is over and we’re at the airport getting ready to go back to England

“YN, over here, Harry turn around” glancing around I see a group paps coming towards us. Our bodyguards stand around us trying to block us from their view “YN, why did Alex pass away?”

“Was he ill?”

“YN did you cheat on Alex with Harry?”

“Harry are you cheating on Taylor”

“Why do they ask these questions?” I whisper to Louis

“No idea, just ignore them” Louis gives me a small smile. Easier said than done. I know this is what I chose to do with my life and no I don’t regret it at all, but sometimes it would be nice to just go about my day without having to deal with questions like this. I guess just like any job, there’s pros and cons, and paparazzi is definitely a huge con.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #6th one direction member #one direction x reader #sixth one direction member #one direction

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saturdaynightlivedork · 3 months

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In tribute to the CBS Sunday Morning host Charles Osgood, I’m sharing this story I wrote in the fall of 2018, asking where an elephant got his name.

The Emma with the Dilemma

Hello, and how are you? How are you today?

I send you this letter, for I have to say,

That I send you this letter to ask something great

I'm on pins and needles; oh, I cannot wait.

Marvin K. Mooney and Gertrude McFuzz,

They’d both be surprised at how happy I was.

I feel as glad as the Cat in the Hat,

I must ask you a question, a good one at that.

Now I know you will mark this letter as spam

Quicker than one can say “Green Eggs and Ham”—

But hear me out on this, oh, please do not fail

To listen to all of this mystical tale.

Not much long ago, in the Land of the Prowds,

There was a young maiden, her head in the clouds.

This young maiden (named Emma McRosebud McGlews)

Had her heart wholly taken by men of the news.

Walter Cronkite made her heart go quite crazy!

She’d swoon and she’d sigh at John Cameron Swayze!

She hopped up and down just as if there were bees in her

When she laid her eyes on the late Harry Reasoner.

And last, but not least, there was one more to mention.

A man who had captured her beyond comprehension.

Born on January eighth, nineteen thirty-three,

He was as wondrous as wondrous could be.

Well, he still is wondrous, since he’s still alive.

(Last January, he happened to turn eighty-five.)

He made it a great day, he made it a fun day,

When he’d saunter by every morning of Sunday.

The sun would be shining, a smile on its face,

And all would be right with the world, everyplace.

He had a sweet smile, and also brown eyes,

And, also, of course, quite a thing for bow ties.

But something else also chased off the blues,

From the mind of our Emma McRosebud McGlews,

You see, she loved beasts: beasts big and beasts small,

Beasts fat and beasts thin, beasts short and beasts tall.

She especially had a soft spot in her heart

For the great elephant, and it's not a small part.

She knew of one elephant who babysat

For a little bird egg, and not only that;

This elephant also saved all the Whos,

Which has earned him respect from our dear Miss McGlews.

But he’s not her most favorite elephant ever;

Not the reason for Emma's question most clever;

No, here is the reason I tell you this story:

She wants to ask you folks a question of glory:

On the sixteenth of August, nineteen ninety-nine,

There was born a great big baby boy, oh so fine,

Thirty-nine inches tall, forty-three long,

And two-hundred-fifty pounds, healthy and strong.

His father was Charlie—now this is a dilemma—

You see, this baby boy’s mom’s name was, too, Emma.

But that’s not the wonderful, magical part

(Though it's an amusing and cute little start);

'Tis the tip of the iceberg, yes, it is a joy;

But it's not the best thing about this baby boy.

This baby boy, he had nothing to lose,

At least not to Emma McRosebud McGlews...

He did not get his name immediately;

For there was a poll ‘twas conducted, you see.

Five names in the running, five names did begin;

But obviously, only one name could win.

“Barnum” and “Boomer” and “Webster” and “Petey” –

All were considered for this little sweetie.

But none of these four came out victorious.

No, he got the other name, which was much more glorious.

It brought to mind Sunday morn on CBS,

His name was "Osgood"—she has to confess.

Now, he might have been named for a clown known as Scott,

Who flew in the air in a sinister plot.

Scott Osgood toured with them two decades ago,

But he might be the reason, this Emma does know.

But a small part of Emma still has happy hope,

Gladder than soap back again with its rope,

That this handsome prince of great wisdom and size

Got his name from the man with the lovely bow ties,

Born on January eighth, nineteen thirty-three,

In the bitter, cold Bronx borough of NYC,

The bringer of joy and the fighter for good,

The wonderful man they call Charles Osgood Wood.

Now you know what has enchanted her so;

Now Emma must ask you, oh, Emma must know.

Did Osgood the elephant, of wisdom and size,

Get his name from the man with the lovely bow ties?

If he did, that’s so lovely; if not, that’s OK.

If you tell her, we know you will make Emma’s day.

#Charles Osgood #cbs sunday morning #in loving memory #why yes #I am a Dr. Seuss dork #tw death

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Book Recommendations for when you’re feeling low

Unlikely Animals by Annie Hartnett

A lost young woman returns to small-town New Hampshire under the strangest of circumstances in this one-of-a-kind novel of life, death, and whatever comes after from the acclaimed author of Rabbit Cake.

It was a source of entertainment at Maple Street Cemetery. Both funny and sad, the kind of story we like best.

Natural-born healer Emma Starling once had big plans for her life, but she's lost her way. A med school dropout, she's come back to small-town Everton, New Hampshire to care for her father, dying from a mysterious brain disease. Clive Starling has been hallucinating small animals, as well as visions of the ghost of a long-dead naturalist, Ernest Harold Baynes, once known for letting wild animals live in his house. This ghost has been giving Clive some ideas on how to spend his final days.

Emma arrives home knowing she must face her dad's illness, her mom's judgement, and her younger brother's recent stint in rehab, but she's unprepared to find that her former best friend from high school is missing, with no one bothering to look for her. The police say they don't spend much time looking for drug addicts. Emma's dad is the only one convinced the young woman might still be alive, and Emma is hopeful he could be right. Someone should look for her, at least. Emma isn't really trying to be a hero—but somehow she and her father set in motion just the kind of miracle the town needs.

Set against the backdrop of a small town in the throes of a very real opioid crisis, Unlikely Animals is a tragicomic novel about familial expectations, imperfect friendships, and the possibility of resurrecting that which had been thought irrevocably lost.

Martita, I Remember You/Martita, te recuerdo by Sandra Cisneros

A long-forgotten letter sets off a charged encounter with the past in this poignant and gorgeously told tale masterfully told by Sandra Cisneros, the celebrated bestselling author of The House on Mango Street, in a beautiful dual-language edition.

As a young woman, Corina leaves her Mexican family in Chicago to pursue her dream of becoming a writer in the cafes of Paris. Instead, she spends her brief time in the City of Light running out of money and lining up with other immigrants to call home from a broken pay phone. But her months of befriending panhandling artists in the subway, sleeping on crowded attic floors, and dancing the tango at underground parties are given a lasting glow by her intense friendships with Martita and Paola. Over the years the three women disperse to three continents, falling out of touch and out of mind--until a letter unearthed in a closet brings Corina's days in Paris back with breathtaking immediacy.

Told with intimacy and searing tenderness, this tribute to the life-changing power of youthful friendship is Cisneros at her vintage best, in a beautiful dual-language edition.

Fight Night by Miriam Toews

The beloved author of bestsellers Women Talking, A Complicated Kindness, and All My Puny Sorrows returns with a funny, smart, headlong rush of a novel full of wit, flawless writing, and a tribute to perseverance and love in an unusual family.

Fight Night is told in the unforgettable voice of Swiv, a nine-year-old living in Toronto with her pregnant mother, who is raising Swiv while caring for her own elderly, frail, yet extraordinarily lively mother. When Swiv is expelled from school, Grandma takes on the role of teacher and gives her the task of writing to Swiv's absent father about life in the household during the last trimester of the pregnancy. In turn, Swiv gives Grandma an assignment: to write a letter to "Gord," her unborn grandchild (and Swiv's soon-to-be brother or sister). "You’re a small thing," Grandma writes to Gord, "and you must learn to fight."

As Swiv records her thoughts and observations, Fight Night unspools the pain, love, laughter, and above all, will to live a good life across three generations of women in a close-knit family. But it is Swiv’s exasperating, wise and irrepressible Grandma who is at the heart of this novel: someone who knows intimately what it costs to survive in this world, yet has found a way—painfully, joyously, ferociously—to love and fight to the end, on her own terms.

Marikit and the Ocean of Stars by Caris Avendaño Cruz Pub date: October 18, 2022

A magical middle grade debut, inspired by Filipino folklore, about a ten-year-old girl who embarks on a quest in the world of gods and spirits to save her and her family from a sinister shadow god. Perfect for fans of The Girl Who Drank the Moon and When You Trap a Tiger.

Marikit is used to wearing recycled clothes. Her mother, the best seamstress in the barrio, has become an expert at making do ever since Marikit’s father and brother were lost at sea. But for her tenth birthday, all Marikit wants is something new. So when her mother gifts her a patchwork dress stitched together with leftover scraps from her workshop, Marikit vows to never wear it. That is, until the eve of her birthday, when shadow creatures creep into their home, attempt to take Marikit away, and upend the very life she knew.

When she’s swept away from the human world, Marikit discovers that her dress is a map, one lovingly crafted to lead her to safety in the magical lands of the Engkantos. She trudges through the enchanted lands of mythical creatures, making friends out of monsters and challenging gods. With the help of her friends, including an exuberant firefly and a cursed boy, Marikit journeys through the land of the Engkantos to find the key to saving her family, all without being eaten alive.

#book recs #recs #Book Recommendations #literary fiction #fantasy #middle grade #authors of color #unlikely animals #annie hartnett #martita I remember you #sandra cisneros #fight night #miriam toews #marikit and the ocean of stars #caris avendano cruz #litblr #bookblr #book blog #book blogger

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LONDON -- Michael Gambon, the Irish actor who played Dumbledore in the Harry Potter films, has died at 82.

"We are devastated to announce the loss of Sir Michael Gambon," a statement from his family said. "Beloved husband and father, Michael died peacefully in hospital with his wife Anne and son Fergus at his bedside, following a bout of pneumonia. Michael was 82. We ask that you respect our privacy at this painful time and thank you for your messages of support and love."

Born in Dublin on Oct. 19, 1940, Gambon made both his film and stage debuts in 1962 and 1965 productions, respectively, of William Shakespeare's "Othello." He was among the first ensemble of actors to join the Royal National Theatre in London, alongside the likes of Laurence Olivier, Maggie Smith and Michael Redgrave, to name a few. In 1998, he received a knighthood from Queen Elizabeth.

He would go on to star in films like 2001's "Gosford Park" and 2010's "The King's Speech," both of which earned him Screen Actors Guild Awards for best cast in a motion picture.

Gambon took over the role of Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, beginning with the third "Harry Potter" film following the death of Richard Harris in 2002. Harris played Dumbledore for the first two films and Gambon played him for the remaining six in the series.

On the small screen, Gambon won four British Academy Television Awards for best actor. He won for "The Singing Detective" in 1987, "Wives and Daughters" in 2000, "Longitude" in 2001 and "Perfect Strangers" in 2002. He also earned two Primetime Emmy Awards for "Path to War" in 2002 and for "Emma" in 2010.

Gambon was a much-lauded stage actor and received three Olivier Awards, often considered the British equivalent of the Tony Awards, during his career out of 13 nominations. He won trophies for "A Chorus of Disapproval" in 1985, "A View from the Bridge" in 1987 and for "Man of the Moment" in 1990.

He would go on to make his Broadway debut in 1997 in "Skylight," for which he earned a Tony nomination.

Gambon's "Harry Potter" co-star Rupert Grint, who played Ron Weasley in the film series, took to social media to pay tribute to the late actor.

"So sad to hear about Michael," Grint wrote in an Instagram post. "He brought so much warmth and mischief to every day on set. He captivated me as a kid and became a personal role model of mine for finding the fun and eccentricities in life. Sending all my love to his family, Rupert."

Gambon is survived by his longtime wife Anne and their son Fergus.

#harry potter #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #albus dumbledore #michael gambon #harry potter and the goblet of fire #harry potter and the order of the phoenix #harry potter and the half blood prince #harry potter and the deathly hallows

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countrymusiclover · 2 years

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25 - Life Risking Volunteers

Part 26

Victor's Daughter

@lemonluvgirl87 @virtualsweetsdreamer @emma-andrea1 @voiddylanobrosey @crazyhearttragedy

Haymitch's POV

Bursting open the door to Katniss's room I feel my heart banging against my chest. I haven't been able to find Y/n and I have one guess of where she went. "Have you seen, Y/n?" She shakes her head no getting to her feet seeing me nervous. Running my hands down my face I gasped terrified that I might lose her now and there's nothing I can do. "She - She went on the volunteer rescue mission. Why didn't - I should've known!" Katniss suddenly runs in the direction finding the control room with Plutarch and Coin. Finnick appears on the screen talking to all of the districts. On the smaller screens I see Gale and the others faces, but still no Y/n. If she's not there then where exactly is she. I cannot lose my family.

Y/n's POV

Hiding behind one of the storage crates on the hovercraft I tye my boots tighter. Putting on the mask and helmet I stole from the medical center. Pulling on a bullet proof vest I suck in a breath seeing the Tribute center from the front window. The hovercraft rattled to a stop opening the large door behind me. The team which includes Gale get to their feet, suiting up with guns and masks. Clutching the tiny chain of my mother's necklace I mumbled under my breath. "I'm sorry dad, I can't let her stay here." The team dropped down on cable wires and the door stayed open so I grab one of the ropes sliding down. Luckily I wore thick gloves so I don't burn my hands. The boys entered through a lower room as I hide behind the wall, glancing around then following shortly after them. Peaking around the corner I recognized a stairwell from the first games meaning it would lead to the penthouse that we stayed in.

Banging my boots up the stairs I hit the end of my gun against the door knocking it opened. Moving the red light from my weapon around the room I see someone laying on a table. Walking up slowly I see it's Celestia, her hair sticking down from sweating. Her arms and legs are restrained down. Tilting my head down I pull out a knife from my boot, cutting them apart where she starts screaming in a whimper. "No, no, no more!" Pulling my mask off I grab her arm trying to make her be quiet. My hair falling over my shoulders like a mess. "Sshh Celestia. Celestia, it's me. I'm here, it's Y/n!" The young girl lifted her head up, her chest starts to slowly move up and down. "You - you came!" She suddenly flings her arms around my neck where I stumbled a little at the sudden impact. Running one hand through her knotted hair I sigh in relief pressing her against my chest, hoping that this isn't a dream until I hear voices of the districts 13 team down the hall.

"Come on. We have to go now." I pull her off the table grabbing her hand forgetting the helmet on the ground. Lifting my gun up I searched down the halls seeing the Capital guards knocked out by the gas they threw. Celestia followed almost riding my back and I can hear her shaking in fear. Clutching the gun in my hands I still feel angry towards our president Snow. I remember seeing medical needles laying near her, so they've probably been torturing her with who knows what. Here a small part of me thought she would be safe since he's her grandfather but I was wrong. "Celestia, keep up. We have to get on the hovercraft before they wake up." I instructed her searching for a way to climb back up, the both of us together. The ropes would reattach to the teams suit but not to mine. "Okay uh - Celestia go up first. It'll take you to the resistance. I'll be right behind you." I tugged the rope offering her my freehand that she took reluctantly but a voice makes me turn away from her as she climbed. "Y/n, what the - how the hell are you here!"

Whipping my head around knocking hair in my face I see Gale running up to me. He balls his hands into fists at his side clearly frustrated that I came on the mission without telling him. "You shouldn't be here. I was gonna bring her and Peeta back. They're safe-" I cut him off raising my tone up at my boyfriend, not catching that something had been taken from my belt. "Gale, I'm sorry but I don't trust Coin. All Katniss cares about is Peeta so how was I supposed to know she would be rescued. Besides I can take - urgh!" I get cut off feeling some harshly hit me in the back of my head. Gale catches my limp body in his strong arms where my vision blurs. My eyes scattered around finally seeing Celestia standing above me holding the butt end of my gun in her hands. Her eyes are darker and she doesn't show any emotion. "Celestia..." I croaked our struggling to keep myself awake.

The Capital girl then screams running forward and snatching the knife that had fallen from my belt off the ground. She nearly managed to stab me until Gale secured his arms around her, tossing the knife away so she couldn't kill me. I gasped laying on my side feeling my head spinning where I'm light headed from the hit she took. "Urgh get your hands off me. She promised - and then broke it. She - has to die!" Celestia thrashed against Gale who is a lot stronger since we actually had to work in the districts. "Bogs, gas her - urg now!" Gale demanded of a man who shoved a gas mask over her mouth, holding her head still until her eyes fell closed. Bogs takes her passed out body onto the hovercraft with the rest of the tributes. Gale's still breathing heavily as I try standing. "You alright, golden strawberry?" I can hear his voice croaked clearly exhausted from fighting with the child. I start to say something and take a step forward but my eyes rolled in the back of my head and I again collapse into Gale's arms only seeing black. "Gale, I'm-"

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the-sun-and-the-sea · 2 years

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TBOSAS Thoughts (Chapters 1-3)

It’s so interesting to be reading this book again! There are already so many small details I’d forgotten, and I read it in such a hurry last time because I was so excited. I hope you enjoy my thoughts on the first three chapters.

I love learning about the earliest days of the Games and immediate condition of the post-war Capitol. They are still recovering, and Snow’s family is struggling, but he’s not letting anyone see it. This is one parallel that I found very interesting; Snow is starving, just as Katniss was (will be?), but they live in very different societies with different rules. He’s trying to make himself appear affluent even when he’s far from it, just because of the ramifications it would have on his family name and his future if it were to get out that he’s poor.

This leads me into my next point: I had forgotten how much Snow analyzes every decision according to how it will be perceived. I knew he did this, but I didn’t think he did it so often, or for such small things. He contemplates how to handle reaping day when he has nothing to wear, ultimately deciding that calling in sick would make him look “spineless,” wearing his uniform shirt would be “disrespectful,” and wearing a shirt he’d outgrown would be “poor.” I love this part. Not because I love Snow, but because his thought process is fascinating, and it’s thoughts like these that will be the foundation for his more monumental actions later on.

Going along with this, I also love how he manipulates and controls every conversation. His talk with his mentor Satyria on page 16 feels more like a business transaction than an actual conversation. Even his conversation with Sejanus, which is a little more friendly, still has a calculating edge to it.

Moving onto chapter 2, seeing Lucy Gray for the first time was wonderful. She’s clearly enrapturing both to Snow and to the rest of the Capitol audience. I found it really interesting how Snow mentions that brute force tends to outperform other qualities, so I love the idea of Lucy Gray setting the precedent of the Games being more of a spectacle.

In chapter 3, Coriolanus meets Lucy Gray and the other tributes. The tributes are compared to animals either directly or indirectly throughout the course of the book, but it’s very prominent in this chapter. Upon seeing the conditions of the train that transported the tributes (one for cargo rather than passengers), Coriolanus wonders if the tributes had been “fed or let out for fresh air,” a phrase that may indicate some compassion (or perhaps just curiosity). Despite this, it still has a very detached feel and implies that the tributes are animals. And, of course, housing them in a literal zoo for Capitol spectators to gawk at them through the glass draws that very clear comparison as well.

I love the cliffhanger at the end of chapter 3. As I was reading the first time, this was one of the turning points in the book, where I felt like the action was starting to speed up. I really enjoyed it the first time around, and it’s still exciting even though I know what happens next. And I’m endlessly fascinated by the evolution of the Games, which makes every new thing we learn about them here exciting for me.

One final thing, I know versions of the songs on YouTube that I love, so I’ll be linking them in the post about their corresponding chapters. For these chapters, I listened to Gem of Panem (I absolutely love this song) and the reaping song (Emma Lee’s versions are my favorite so hers are the one’s I’ll be listening to, but feel free to recommend others.)

What did you think of these chapters? Are there any thoughts you want to share?

Thanks for reading!

#tbosas reread #tbosas #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #I don't really know if anyone's doing the reread with me #but I did say I'd post my thoughts on Saturday #so here we go #this was fun lol #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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get to know the mun!

what’s your phone wallpaper: burntrap art.. maybe. shut up.

last song you listened to: blue betty by garbage (their new ep is so good plz..)

currently reading: thrawn ascendancy: chaos rising & the silver eyes.

craving: not to feel bloated

what are you wearing right now: a pink like high neck tank top and these pants that kinda look/feel like a duvet hjkl. it's pajamas, basically.

how tall are you?: i'm five foot eight or seven and a half i guess.

piercings/tattoos ?: i have my nose pierced (nostril on my left), my labret (middle lower lip) and my ears twice, one stretched to almost an inch, the other a different part of the lobe i never put jewelry in. i have my tongue pierced, also. for tattoos i have seven. (custom pawprint w. a lil z under it, three small/medium neo traditional roses, a large virgo maiden piece, a tribute piece for my europe tour, my christoph schneider portrait and the rat on my foot. oh! and a little pink flower behind one of my ears i can never remember which.)

glasses? contacts?: glasses! hockey pucks! i am bat blind.

last thing you ate?: a fake mcgriddle i made myself w. toaster pancakes.

favorite color(s): red, yellow, blue

current obsession: fnaf, fortnite, star trek, inkmaster

any pets: me and my fiance have two cats that live with my grandma for now, one calico named emma and the other is some grey fat fuck named leonard :3 leonard is 5 or 6 & emma is 3. i also have a doggy named lady who's 12 & another cat who's about 13 named sophie. they're both sick right now, but still okay!

do you have a crush right now?: lol no ew gross hjkl (jk)

favorite fictional character: spock, for sure. spock spock spock. but also cersei lannister, and john rambo. i'm missing some, maybe lisbeth salander from tgwtdt books.

last place you traveled: mmmmmm rhode island maybe.

tagged by: @thrawnur mwah <3

tagging: @chrchgrl @lettherebemonsters @iomadachd @dilffactory

#misc * / out of character #𝐢. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 › dash games ]

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The Golden Globes is a demoralised brand, voted for and organised by people who, as Tina Fey once joked, operate out of “the back booth of a French McDonald’s”. Still, we have last week’s 80th awards show to thank for Jennifer Coolidge, winner of best supporting actress for her role in The White Lotus, rambling through a speech as hilarious as anything Mike White has ever written for her. Prior to the success of her role as Tanya McQuoid (“Mc-Kwaaaad”), Coolidge – breathless on stage – characterised her acting career as one that had been “fizzled out by life”. Her triumph at the age of 61 isn’t the kind Hollywood often supports. It was an uplifting, joyful spectacle.

It was also a moment of drama the unlikeliness of which underscored the various obstacles Coolidge had to clear to get there. After the awards, the most shared photo of Coolidge was one in which she struck a friendly pose with Jean Smart, who won best actress in a musical/comedy series at the Globes last year for her role in Hacks, and who, at 71, is enjoying an even more unlikely renaissance. It has been stated so often as to be tedious, but that any female actor north of 50 – let alone 60, or my god, 70 – can float back into public consciousness in a form other than the daffy Betty White model, is a rare enough phenomenon to supercharge the celebration.

For those who watch a lot of British TV, Coolidge’s win felt particularly satisfying, perhaps, coinciding as it did with the return of Sarah Lancashire in Happy Valley, a performance that encourages one to conclude that TV shows should be peopled exclusively by middle-aged women (in high-vis jackets). The vibe that animates Lancashire’s performance is one we saw displayed by Coolidge; that is, one redolent of someone who cares deeply and sincerely about her work and her peers, while – I don’t know how either of them pulls this off – assuming a position of being fully beyond giving a shite about any of it.

To this end, the actor broke a bunch of rules about what you do and don’t say in public at awards dos. Over the last few decades, Coolidge’s career has been made up of a patchwork of small roles that were rarely equal to her talent. She had a small part in two episodes of Glee; she had cameos in the comedy sketch show, Inside Amy Schumer; she made an appearance in three episodes of Nip/Tuck. Or, as she put it last Tuesday night, “there were like five people that kept me going for, like, 20 years with these little jobs” – an honest admission of something to which her peers in Hollywood avoid reference to with the fervour of medieval superstition: failure. As Brad Pitt gurned his slightly baffled appreciation from the front row, Coolidge talked, with brilliant, breathy incredulity, about never being invited to parties in her neighbourhood. One upshot of her recent success, she said, was that “my neighbours are speaking to me, things like that”.

The charm of this performance was rooted in what felt like Coolidge’s off-the-cuff stream of consciousness, which may, of course, be just another level of her acting skill. But it’s very weird to watch something as cynical and debased as the Golden Globes and find oneself genuinely moved. It wasn’t only Coolidge’s unanticipated rise, but her tribute to White, creator of The White Lotus and a man who, if Ryan Murphy espouses a certain kind of Hollywood nightmare personality, seems, even after his success, still to embody the homespun decency of Mr Schneebly (White’s role in School of Rock). “He is worried about the world,” said Coolidge, as White got all teary. “He’s worried about people; he’s worried about friends of his that aren’t doing well. He’s worried about animals, all of that.” These moments at awards shows are usually unbearably fake, but I believed her.

There was so much else to love. Coolidge’s reference to the giant hook pulling her off stage at the Emmys (“I thought it left when vaudeville ended”); her early dreams to “be queen of Monaco, even though someone else did it”. Above all, what one assumes was her unintentional rebuke to all the actors a third of her age and half her size squinting up at her with appreciation and puzzlement.

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Touching Stories Behind the Best Birthday Messages for Fathers

Happy Birthday, Dad: those three magical words have the power to touch the heart of even the toughest, hardest-working hero we hold dear: our fathers. Some families express this love in the simplest ways, yet each has a deeply emotional story attached. In this blog post, we celebrate the touching sagas behind the best birthday messages for fathers, showcasing how a well-crafted message can evoke memories and feelings that amplify the joy of their special day.

1. “To the man who taught me to dream.”

When a little girl named Lisa wrote this message on her father’s birthday card, little did anyone know about their heartwarming story. Lisa’s father was a carpenter and, despite his busy schedule and limited resources, would spend nights teaching Lisa to look beyond her immediate circumstances and dream big. This birthday message was her tribute to all those nights and her father's unwavering faith in her dreams.

2. “For being the lighthouse in the storm, Happy Birthday, Dad.”

This poignant birthday message was from a young man named John. His father was a Navy officer and the metaphor of a ‘lighthouse’ alluded to the support his father provided from afar. Despite being physically separated for long stretches of time, John's father had always guided him through every storm of life. For John, his father’s birthday was not just a date on the calendar, but a celebration of the unique bond they shared across the miles.

3. “Every wrinkle on your face tells the story of how hard you've worked to keep us happy. Happy Birthday, Daddy!”

This was a beautiful message from a 10-year-old girl named Emma. Her father was a miner who worked tirelessly to provide for his family. He would return home every night with dirt-covered clothes and a tired, yet contented, smile. Emma’s heartwarming message is a testament to children's ability to love and appreciate their parents’ sacrifices, even at a tender age.

4. "Dad, your guidance and love make me rich beyond my wildest dreams. Happy Birthday!”

This birthday message came from Daniel, a successful entrepreneur who had been through a fair share of struggles before reaching his dreams. Though his family was financially less privileged, his father’s wisdom and warmth instilled a rich mindset that fostered resilience and resolve. Daniel’s heartfelt birthday message encapsulates his father’s priceless contribution to his success.

5. "You held my hand when I was small, you supported me when I fell, and you inspire me daily. Happy birthday to my superhero, my Dad."

In every corner of the world, this message is echoed in beautiful variations. It speaks of our fathers' universal role as protectors, pillars, and inspirations in our lives. This particularly sweet message was penned by a daughter who often dressed as a superhero with her dad to have fun-filled weekends when she was little.

Fathers play an invaluable role in our lives, guiding us, supporting us, and continuously loving us. Their birthdays are the perfect opportunity to look back at the many ways they've shaped our lives. Each birthday message becomes a precious thread in the fabric of the familial bond, carrying with it a story worth honoring and cherishing. As we sign off, we hope these touching narratives inspire you to pen your heart's messages on your father's next birthday. Happy wishing!

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The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (Part 1)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Case. 1: How to calm Clavis down when he thinks up a bad idea

Clavis: By the way, Emma. I have a great idea.

During our usual early morning breakfast, Clavis made an exciting announcement.

As I was about to bring some brightly colored food to my mouth when I paused in a panic because in Lelouchian, “great” actually meant “bad”.

Emma: By the way, Clavis, it’s a nice day isn’t it? A great day for a picnic, don’t you think?

Clavis: Haha, it’ll definitely be easier to spend time with the thick clouds and lack of sunlight.

Emma: I know right! I’ll make lunch boxes and we can have it together.

Clavis: Good, good. Let’s eat somewhere in public.

Emma: Where?

Clavis: The office.

Emma: I refuse.

Clavis: But why not? What’s the point of having a lunch box made by your beloved if you can’t show it off?

Emma: Because I’m making it only for you, so I don’t want anyone else to see it…

Emma: Rather, I want to say the reason I want to hide it is because it’s a strange lunch box made to Clavis’ taste…

Clavis: Haha, what’s there to be ashamed of? Your lunch boxes are the best in the world, I can vouch for it. After all, your cooking’s filled with nothing but love. I’m sure everyone will be envious of me. We must make a big deal about it, not only to Chevalier, but also to Nokto, Luke, the bureaucrats, nobles, and servants as well.

Emma: We really shouldn’t?!

Clavis: Anyway, Emma, back to the matter at hand—

(This isn’t good…I couldn’t force a change in topic!)

(In these kinds of situations, if I don’t make a immediately take action, the conversation will continue the way it is)

I set down my cutlery and kissed Clavis on the cheek as he continued his delightful chatter.

It was an act of desperation that suppressed my embarrassment.

Alluring golden eyes widened and I broke into a smile.

Clavis is weak to these kinds of surprise attacks.

Emma: We’re not done talking about the picnic yet.

Clavis: You’re right, please excuse me.

Clavis’ lips relaxed and he hugged my waist before kissing me on the cheek.

His repeated pecks were ticklish.

Emma: W-what are you in the mood for today, Clavis?

Clavis: That’s a tough question, Emma…

Emma: Eh…

Clavis: There’s no way I could compare the things you cook.

Emma: Meaning, anything’s fine.

Clavis: Anything’s fine. Your home cooking has its own category. The fact that it’s a lunch box made by a loved one makes it priceless.

(It’s typical of Clavis to be able to say such a thing so easily)

Clavis: Hmm…

Emma: What’s wrong?

Clavis: It’s nothing. I just thought that my lovely fiancee’s smile was really bright today.

(This mood…)

I closed my eyes as his golden ones approached, and he placed a light kiss on my lips.

He lovingly caressed my cheeks and the mood contrasted with the colorful dishes spread out on the table.

I kissed back and opened my eyes, dizzy from Clavis’ charm.

(We’ve kissed so many times by now, but my heart still makes a fuss)

(But I’m getting off topic—)

Clavis: So, Emma. After the picnic, let’s do something nice.

(Ah…this is bad)

There’s two patterns to Clavis’ schemes, misdirection or never giving up on something.

Looks like today’s the latter. In that case, I have no choice but to concede.

(But I’m not as scared as I used to be. I don’t know what he’s scheming—)

Clavis: Several jewelry dealers are scheduled to have dinner with us today. We’re having a small party, but what do you think will happen when we show off our love?

Emma: I think you can get the message across without having to show off.

Emma: Clavis, you just want to do the lovey-dovey plan don’t you?!

Clavis: Hahaha!

(Sounds like today’s “good thing” will be a lot of work…Oh well)

(Clavis just wanted to amuse me)

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A morning in the life of a pig

"Wakey wakey Emma, it's time for breakfast"

The smell of bacon, eggs, and about a dozen other fried items filled my nose. I started to push myself up slowly. Since hitting 600lbs, this was becoming harder and harder. My feeder, seeing my struggle, gently placed his arm under my lower back and gave me a hand up.

"Can't have you wasting calories now, can we"

Grunting a little, I could finally feel my belly shift from pinning me down to sitting on my thighs, spreading them apart. I was long past the point where I could let it just sit on my lap. My muscles were burning from the comparatively little effort of sitting upright, and I was panting heavily, trying to cool off.

"Is it getting a bit difficult for my little piggy to move?"

"Yes, my belly..."

"No, MY belly, your belly was a small, cute thing, my belly is the vast tribute to my love and passion for you that you see now".

He was right, I had barely been 200lbs when we met. He fed me until I couldn't eat anymore. When I got too fat to work at McDonald's, he let me move in and paid for my food. Now that I can't even reach all my rolls, I've become dependent on him to clean me.

"Your belly is pinning me down, it's making it really hard to get around"

He smiled a cocky smile as he brought forward the food.

"I guess we could put you on a diet..."

The smell was overpowering. Delicious, fattening foods just out of my reach. I could barely keep focused. My mouth opened just as the huge belly under discussion growled like a caged today.

"Maybe I'll keep on eating for now"

He took a rasher of bacon on a fork and moved it to my mouth. The size of my belly forbade me making any attempts to get it until it was at my mouth. I barely used my arms for anything other than getting up in the morning and holding a controller. They were just so heavy. Of course it wasn't my fault, as my feeder kept on reminding me, he did this to me. And now that I couldn't get up easily, and couldn't lift my arms much, I really had no choice but to be a pig. To sit here and eat and fuck, and fuck and eat. Or rather be fed and fucked, and fucked and fed.

My belly started to feel full of delicious, greasy, fattening food. The gentle fullness started to arouse me, exciting parts that are otherwise completely hidden by my vast gut.

"Are you ready for your milkshake?"

"Yes!"

I was really feeling it now. The excitement of being completely stuffed never quite got old. The sweet potion of weight gain, a mixture of protein powder and flavoured milk, slowly filled my mouth, then went down my throat and started to fill every gap left by the food. 2 Liters later and I was panting.I needed to recline backwards, just to relieve some of the pressure. At the same time, I soaking wet. I could see my feeder rock hard as he looked over my body. I knew there was no way I could pleasure myself anymore. The very same thing arousing me was completely blocking any ability to do so. At the same time, my huge, bloated belly was so stuffed that all I could do was let out a rather pathetic one word plee.

"Horny"

"Of course, anything for my pig"

Missionary was long lost as a position. And anything with me on top wasn't happening after such a big stuffing. Or ever at all these days. He grabbed either side of me and started to move me down to the end of the bed, until my pussy was right at the edge. For my part, I tried to spread my legs as far as I could. My massive thighs were still touching, but at least now there was more room to move them. He slowly shifted my thighs apart with one hand, while caressing my belly with the other. Being reminded of what a pig I was certainly helped.

"Uhh"

I could only let out grunts and moans of pleasure as he thrust in to me. Each movement sent every inch of my fat body jiggling. My belly, stuffed and bloated as it was, was still coated in a thick layer of fat, leaving it free to wobble like an ocean of flab. My whole body was overcome with the pleasure of being completely given over to my feeder. In the climax I could slowly feel space being freed in my belly. Maybe if I asked, he'd get me some more food, after all, I may be his piggy, but he's MY feeder.

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Meet me at the Hanging Tree

Hunger Games au

previous chapter: Chapter 3

next chapter: Chapter 5

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

Series Summary: Panem, governed by President Magnus, is getting ready for the 75th Hunger Games. It's in this Memory Edition that the reader will learn how far one can go for the loved one, even if that could bring her to certain death.

Series Warnings: Murdering, described death and violence, suicide, death for natural causes such as starving, hypotermia, dehydratation and wounding infection.

Disclaimer: The story is wrote in third person as I'll add other point of views outside the arena. Also, romance will began later in the book, as the characters won't immediately interact!

Chapter Four: Training Session

warnings: mention of fighting and knives

summary: first day of training, and y/n seemed to already have found an ally in the last person she'd expected to.

a/n: a bit obvious and cliché, i know, sorry. My original idea was to make an enemies to lovers kinda trope, but i gave up at the end. sorry :,)

two more chapters and in the arena we goo

Darwin was right: the shower was amazing.

After the three washing they gave her before the parade she had taken another one before going to sleep and after she woke up, and made sure to fully enjoy it. Having clean hot water dripping directly over her head was probably one of the best feelings she had ever experienced.

She closed her eyes and let the water run on her face, as she gently rubbed her hair. For how long could she have enjoyed those small things? The showers, the food, the fancy dresses, even that dark beverage that if she remembered well was… Coffee? Yes, yes it was coffee.

She didn't like the taste the first time, but now during breakfast Charles told her to try it with a bit of milk. She didn't quite get how exactly it was made or the name, but she admitted it was better than the last one.

"Did you sleep well?" Darwin asked her. She nodded, but deep down he knew that she was lying, and she knew that too. Besides, he had a terrible sleep too. As Effie poured more… tea? In her cup, she spoke to both of them. "First day of training! How are you two excited?"

They shared worried looks, not knowing what to answer. "Effie, why don't we talk about how they impressed everyone yesterday? What's your response?" Charles changed the subject, which they were very grateful for. "Like I said yesterday, you were wonderful! What Emma did with you two surely left the sign, it's not every time you see a District 12 tribute dressed that properly for a parade!"

Y/n preferred not commenting on how that could have been considered offensive instead of being a compliment, and she just thanked her. She knew that deep down Effie wasn't being mean or anything, and she seemed to actually care about her and Darwin.

Darwin too just thanked her and smiled, immediately turning to her to give her a knowing look, that made her understand they were thinking almost the same thing.

A few hours later they were being dragged to the training center, where they would have spent the following five days. Y/n wasn't really listening to the woman explaining the rules such as "Don't attack each other, you'll have plenty of time for that in the arena", she was too busy observing the other tributes.

She had already seen the favorites, Scott, Ororo, Kurt and Rogue. Truth be told Kurt looked even more scared than her, and she wondered if he'd actually be a threat to her during the Games. She came to the conclusion that he'd probably be anyway if he went with the other three, which he would probably have.

She didn't know much about the other tributes, the male form 11 seemed very strong, and so did the guy from 5 and 7. The speech was finally done, and so they all parted to start they're training.

She noticed that Darwin was going to the fight spot, but she kept observing. Excluding Ororo and Rogue, the other girls looked pretty much "weak", and they would have hardly made a serious danger in the arena.

But then she remembered what Charles had told her on the train, and how that was probably how she looked in their eyes, and they obviously didn't know about how good she was with knives. She shook her head and decided to go trying to do the knots. She was already good at it, giving that back to the District she did it often, but she still decided to give it a try.

She passed by the couple from the six, who were fighting over how to make a decent bait. She met the eyes of the girl, and she shyly smiled at her. Why would she do that? She had no idea, but she didn’t even have the time to smile back that she was already resuming her argument with her companion.

She kept walking to the trap-making desk just to find it already occupied by Peter Magnus. "The President’s son is already so good at fighting that he goes straight to the trap uh?" God did she really say that?

He turned to face her, embarrassed blush covering his cheeks. "And I'm not really good at it apparently. Are you?" He asked her, trying to hide his embarrassment with the only way he knew: flirt. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I'd rather not tell everyone what my specialities are, that would just benefit the others and not me." He chuckled in response. "True. You know my name but I don't know yours. Would knowing your name benefit me too?"

She shakes her head. "Guess not. Y/n Grey."

"Beautiful name for a bea-"

"Don't you even try."

She stopped him. He raised his hands in surrender and looked around. "Where's your friend?" He asked. "Fighting. Yours?" His eyes started scanning the room looking for Lorna. "Ah, there. With knives."

She followed his look to the black haired girl aiming for the targets. She was really good at it, even more than her.

And no matter what happens, do not compare yourself to the other tributes. You are an amazing hunter and great with knives, don't let yourself down.

Her mother's last words were more harsh than Jean's one for sure, but certainly useful.

She was good at throwing knives just as that girl, maybe even better. "Thinking much?" She kept staring at the girl without answering, and then totally changed the subject. "It must be hard for your sister." His smile dropped for a few seconds, just to reappear an instant later. "It is. But at least she's not the one in here and trust me, I prefer it like this." Y/n had to admit she wasn't expecting that answer.

Not that she didn't believe he had any feelings but, for sure she had thought he'd be more selfish than what he was showing.

"She's up there." He signed, directed to the room where all the gamemakers stayed. And there she was, wearing the most beautiful red dress she ever saw. Honestly, she was incredibly beautiful herself. "Woah. Your sister's hot." She commented. Peter frowned. "I guess? I never exactly stopped thinking about how hot my sister is." He joked, making her laugh.

"Fair enough." She looked at him, meeting his eyes again. She then thought that maybe he could know something about the other tributes, and tried asking him about the girl who smiled at her previously. "Uh, that's Kitty Pride if I'm not wrong, from District 6. And the guy's name is Bobby." He explained. "He volunteered for a kid, it was very touching." He said, still working on his trap.

She raised an eyebrow. "You talked to them?" "No, I just saw their reaping ceremony. And, between you and me, I got to look in the files of the gamemakers. A lot of stuff about everyone, you included dear." He said winking.

Well that was interesting. Sure, what he did was probably against the rules but, now that he already did it why couldn't she take advantage of that? Besides, Peter seemed like a nice guy.

Seems.

"Alright I have an idea. You tell me everything you know about the tributes, and I help you set up a trap and give you some personal survival tricks. Deal?" "So you do know how to make one." "Deal?" She repeated again. He accepted without even thinking about it.

"Ok so, I suppose you already know the ones from District 1 and 2?" She nodded. "There's nothing much more to say about them other than they're lethal but Alex, the mentor of the first District, is Scott's brother. And Raven, mentor of District two? Apparently she is Kurt's and Rogue's mom, but she left them because she had them at a too young age. Ok ok, this one is just a Capitol rumor, no idea if it's true." He cared to add when he noticed her unconvincing expression.

"Then, uhm, let's see. Ah, Jubilee, District 5. Her family isn't as poor as one would think by how skinny she is, and she's very fast. Oh and be careful with Warren, District 3. He could easily become a deathly threat with the smallest sword."

He went on and on with all the tributes and even if the information wasn't much, now the girl felt like she had a bigger advantage over the other tributes. A much bigger one. Finally Peter stopped at District 11 and, even if she fought the urge of asking the whole time, she eventually gave up and went with it. "And about me? And Darwin?"

He chuckled. "Darwin's family work at the market, not the best but he manage to survive. You… your father died, you live with your mom and sister, too old to play in the Games." She looked down, a wave of sadness rushing over her at the mention of her family.

He probably understood his mistakes because he immediately apologized. "Sorry, didn't mean to-" "No it's fine." She lied.

She just wanted to drop the subject and talk about anything else, and she was thankful for Peter because he didn't brought it up again once she started teaching him how to prepare a small animal trap. "I knew you were good at this. He teased, making her shake her head.

What in the world she was doing? Befriending him? He was an enemy, just a few nights before she promised herself she would have killed him if she had to. And now they were having a normal conversation like two old time friends do?

This wasn't her at all. She had to wake up from that state the boy put her into before it was too late. And yet, she couldn't help the words that escaped her mouth.

"You know Magnus, you're not as bad as i though." "Back at you, Grey."

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