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What makes Sarah cry harder than she would have thought she would during Tom's funeral is the absence of the Annapolis ring. She knew she lost Tom way before the cancer and way before the divorce, but still, that piece of jewellery was with him since the day she met him and he never took it out of his hand.
It's a lost ring until she doesn't start seeing a glimpses of it one day, when Maverick starts coming around to fix this and that - from the door of the garden house to that stupid window Tom sweared he called the handyman to repair it. Sometimes Bradley is there with him, but most of the time, he's around alone, and she is flattered, how could she not be when Pete Mitchell looks like that on the verge of his sixties?
But then, she sees the shape of it when Pete is moving a particularly heavy pot, and then it's the particular colour of the gem that stands against his white t-shirt but all she can think is that it's all a big enough coincidence.
Until she doesn't find him, sitting behind Tom's desk and playing with his ring and she wants to be furious with him because that's her late husband's ring and what right has he to wear it? What right he has to be in her life and flirt with her while he's wearing something like that?!
She feels like she is going to scream and kick him out and demand the ring back because what the actual- Pete's voice is soft and even if Sarah can only see his hands and the ring she knows he's crying.
"It- it's good to be around here. Not the same, never the same, but you're less far away. It doesn't make sense, but most of the times even your face didn't make sense, and yet, here we are. You said it would have helped but you know what I see, everytime I remember I'm wearing it? The day on the beach, with Bradley running around and Carole's yellow dress and how you used a paper to cover our faces while we kissed. If I close my eyes I can still feel your hands around my face and how your ring was cold even when everything was hot and sweaty."
She takes a step back, and then another. When he comes out of Tom's study, eyes still a little red she offers him a cup of tea and smiles. The ring resting on Pete's chest.
#tom iceman kazansky#pete maverick mitchell#sarah kazansky#no cheating#-> never cheating#past relationships#the navy ring#tom and sarah were divorced#still grief is a strange thing#it kinda suck as thihg? don't really like it lol
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this is kinda random but could you maybe do a fic abiut Tom falling in love with mondales dog sitter? It’s so cliche but adorable. Thanks if you do 💕
Squeaky Toy
Tom Wambsgans x Reader
Oneshot
Summary: Mondale is who you’re here for. You think.
Ahhh happy Golden Globes night!! Matthew Macfadyn, Kieran Culkin, Sarah Snook, and Succession Globes today 🥹
I hope you enjoy x
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“Mondale, hi!” You laugh as the dog spins around, elated to see you. More specifically, elated to see the leash in your hands.
He barks playfully, getting your attention. He sits, his tail wagging aggressively. You step over his enclosure, clip his leash to his harness, and open the gate to let yourselves out.
Mondale’s practically skipping, if a dog could do that, as you walk through the massive neighborhood. You know you’re the only one who takes him out, or even plays with him during the day. His owners were both in very high places; you recognized both their names when you’d been messaged to hire. They both were never home- neither Tom nor Shiv. You’re worried Mondale might get depressed if this keeps going, but you’ve been dog sitting him for a while now, and he’s just happy to spend time with you.
On your way back to the house, he picks up some scent that triggers him into a jog, and even though you can’t keep up, he’s all but galloping up the driveway. The garage is already open, and you chide yourself. You thought you’d closed it, but apparently not. Your ass was on the line if someone broke in, or if anything got stolen. This job grossly overpaid you, and you weren’t trying to lose it.
Mondale drags you inside, tail wagging. He barks, and you realize you had closed the garage- someone else had just opened it.
Tom turns at Mondale’s sniffing at his ankles. A smile graces his weary features, and you have to admit he looks a little ragged. He stoops over to pet his dog, cooing quietly at him.
“Hi, Y/N. Sorry, I’m not supposed to be here. I just have to find… find some papers,” Tom says, voice raspy. He gets back to his feet and gives you a weak smile. His blazer’s draped on one of the barstools to the kitchen counter, and you find you quite like the way his arms and torso fill out his dress shirt.
“Everything okay?” you ask, in clipping Mondale from his leash. Tom waves you off when you try bringing the dog back to his pen.
“That’s just bullshit Shiv insists on. Let him be, he’s a good dog.”
You do, making sure to give Mondale a good scratch between the ears. Instead of leaving to roam, he plops right down on your feet, rendering you immobile. He rolls over, exposing his belly and demanding you pet him.
“I feel bad I’m never around for him,” Tom murmurs, watching with a faded smile as you give Mondale a belly rub. “Thank you, though. You’re very good at your job.” Mondale barks, as if in agreement, tail still wagging as he looks up at you. “Can we… can we talk, though?”
Your heart sinks in your chest. You know what’s coming. “Of course. What’s up?”
Tom turns to face you, sitting down on a barstool. “It’s still difficult for me to talk about, but Shiv and I are getting a divorce.”
You blink, Mondale having gotten up and weaving between your legs. “Oh, Tom…”
He sighs, a hand coming up to his face to press to his eyes. “It’s nothing. I saw it coming.” He looks back up at you, his gaze flickering from your eyes to track down your body before quickly recovering and looking straight at you. “I don’t want to dump it all on you.”
“I mean, you can, if you like. I’d like to think we’re friends, and I’d be a shitty friend if I wasn’t there for you.”
He sighs. “It’s… I can’t even say it.” He drops his head into his hands, pulling himself together. Mondale trots up to him, straightening out on his hind legs to get closer to Tom, poking his snout in between Tom’s hands, trying to give him a kiss. Reluctantly, Tom brings his hands down to gently stroke his dog’s head, Mondale taking it as a cue to lick all over Tom’s face. He laughs a little, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “She cheated,” he says quietly. “Multiple times. She framed it differently, so I just took it for a while… but I just can’t keep fucking doing it.”
You go over to him, putting a hand to his arm and giving him an affectionate rub. You don’t know what to say. You’d not know what you can say.
“And I guess she was ahead of me, because she’s already taken all of her stuff out the house and fucked off.” He uses his hand to take yours and gives it a squeeze. “And I’m really sorry to do this, because you’re a great person and Mondale loves you, but you’re not going to be needed here anymore. I’ll have a lot more time on my hands now that I don’t have to run after Siobhan.”
You keep your expression neutral. “Yeah. Okay. I understand.”
Tom lets go of your hand, getting to his feet. He rummages around for something on the cluttered kitchen counter, finding and envelope and turning back to you. “Here’s the money for the rest of the month. And the next two.”
He presses it into your hands, forcing a smile. “Thank you, really,” you say softly. Awkwardly, he gives your shoulder a squeeze before pushing past you to go upstairs.
Mondale goes to follow his owner, but you think he can sense something’s wrong. He hops back down the stairs, padding up to you. You squat down to meet him, his tail still, as always, wagging.
“Oh, buddy…” Despite what you might say to other people, you were physically and emotionally attached to this dog. He’s been your only company for ages, pulling you out of your lonely spiral that you’ve been suffering through for a majority of your life. He has to hear the pain in your voice, he has to, because now you’re both sat on the floor, him licking at your face, quietly whimpering the entire time. “I have to go, okay? I’ll miss you.”
You know he probably doesn’t understand you. It doesn’t matter, though. It hurts leaving Mondale behind, but what can you do?
Glancing over your shoulder before climbing into your car, you can see him sat at the window facing the driveway. You drive off, and the minute your face hits your pillow in bed, you’re asleep.
You decide to do nothing for the next few days. Tom was more than generous, and you’re pretty sure he’d stuffed way more money than he said he did into the envelope. Mondale hadn’t been your only job, even though if it was, you’d be perfectly fine financially. You work remotely, an easy job that pays well, so dog sitting was a perfect add on. You’d lounge around in this massive house that wasn’t yours, doing your work and taking care of Mondale when he wasn’t napping or running laps as if he was on steroids in the enormous backyard.
The days go by easily enough, and even though you aren’t too butt hurt about being let go, the age-old feeling of loneliness re acquaintances itself with you. It happens slowly, but all of a sudden, you’re an eight year old playing by yourself on the playground again.
You just can’t escape it, can you?
You’re making breakfast for yourself one day when your phone begins ringing. Confused, you move the carton of eggs away from the edge of the counter to go pick up. It’s Tom.
“Hello?” you ask tentatively.
“Hi, Y/N, it’s Tom Wambsgans. Mondale's... dog dad. I’m sorry to bother you, but it’s just… Mondale’s so sad,” he says. “I think he misses you.”
“Aw, really?”
He hums his confirmation. “He won’t eat, won’t walk far, doesn’t want to play. I thought he was sick, but I went to the vet and all I was told is that he’s depressed. And I think you’re the missing piece.” He pauses. “I know it’s weird, but could you come over? It’d do him good to see you, and with the house empty… nobody’s going to complain.”
“No, it’s not weird at all. Of course I’ll come,” you reply, perhaps a bit too eager. “I just, ah, haven’t eaten yet, so maybe I’ll be there in an hour?”
“I’ll make breakfast. I haven’t eaten, either… I haven’t eaten for a while, really, so I think I’m just asking you to come eat to make sure I actually eat instead of staring into the fridge.”
You take a moment to turn it over in your head, but you’re already putting the carton of eggs back into the fridge. “Yeah. Okay. That’d be nice.”
You find yourself back at his home. What once was his and Shiv’s home. You know the garage code, and you still have your spare key, but you didn’t really want to just let yourself in, so you ring the doorbell.
Almost immediately, Tom’s opening the door for you, ushering you in. He’s dressed casually, and the bags under his eyes are dark and they jump out at you. “It’s good to see you. You look nice.” You feel yourself flush, and thankfully, he doesn’t give you the chance to respond. He’s already shuffled away, into the kitchen. “I have pancakes on the stove,” he says over his shoulder. You follow him inside after kicking off your shoes at the door.
“This is all very kind of you,” you tell him, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching him as he slowly goes through the motions of breakfast.
Tom glances back at you, a soft smile playing at his lips. “Yeah. You’re more than kind to me, to Mondale, so it’s the least I can do.” He turns back to the stove, and you can barely hear him when he speaks next. “God knows I could use the company.”
With Tom, it had never felt like he was really your boss, like Shiv had carried herself around you. It had just felt like you were a friend over to help with his dog, and that carried over into your relationship now. He never looked down on you because you were ‘help’, he always treated you with respect, and he was quite frankly a gentleman, which was much, much more than you could say about other men of his stature.
You move closer to him, now only an arm’s length away. You gently nudge him with your elbow, successfully bringing his attention to you. “You alright?”
Before he can answer, you’re interrupted by the patter of Mondale’s paws as he enters the kitchen, having realized who the visitor is. He barks happily, trotting over to you, elated when you bend to give him a good scratch. You press a kiss to his head before standing back up, Tom gazing at you both, emotion clouding his eyes. You open your mouth to ask again, but Mondale’s squeezed himself through between your legs, causing you to lose your footing and fall forward.
Tom catches you before anything embarrassing happens, his hands going to your sides to steady you, your hands braced on his chest. “Mondale’s a bit too excited, huh?” he murmurs, looking away, cheeks pink. You’re right-side-up, and his hands linger for much longer than they should. Yours do, too.
And you find that neither of you really mind.
You awkwardly pull away, a dumb smile on your lips. His fingers drag over your hip as you move, reluctantly letting you go. Mondale has doubled back, like Tom said, extremely excited to see you. He can’t stop moving, so happy to see you. Absentmindedly, you reach for the drawer you keep the treats in taking one into your palm. “Sit.” Tongue lolling out of his mouth, Mondale does. “Good boy.” You let him take the treat from your hand, his tail wagging.
“So that’s where they were,” Tom mutters, gone back to the pancakes. “I felt too bad to ask.”
“You’re welcome to ask whatever you like. I want to help, Tom.” Mondale trots off, satisfied, so you go back to Tom’s side. “You never answered my question, by the way. Are you sure you’re alright?”
He pretends to be focused on flipping the pancake he was currently on. “Just… lonely.”
You give his back a rub. “Well, I’m here.”
“Thank you for that. I’ve been going insane, I think.” The pancake finishes frying, and he offers you a plate already stacked with pancakes. “Enough about me. I shan’t bore you,” he says, melting back into a little bit more of himself.
You smile. “Nobody says that. We’re not small Victorian children,” you tease.
He’s smiling back. “There’s maple syrup in the fridge.” He assembles his own plate, carrying it over along with yours to the dinner table. You get it, then follow him, Mondale galloping around after one of his squeaky toys. He sets your plates across from each other, pulling out your chair for you.
“Tom, you don’t have to do all this.”
“But I am.” He takes the syrup from you, drizzling a bit over his pancakes. He glances at you, holding the syrup over your own plate. When you nod, he tops your own food without another word. Mondale trots over, squeaky toy in his mouth, then drops it at your feet before nudging your leg.
“Hold on, buddy, I have to eat,” you say, laughing, flicking the toy away with your foot for him to run after.
“He doesn’t do anything like that with me,” Tom admits quietly.
“You just need some time,” you reassure him.
“Could you… could you give me some pointers?”
When Mondale returns with his squeaky toy, you push it towards Tom with your foot. He can’t help his smile when he sends the toy flying, Mondale falling over himself running after it.
You both eat in a comfortable silence, every so often glancing up at each other before quickly looking back down, heat rushing to both your faces.
Time passes, and you find yourself at Tom’s more and more often. You help Mondale get comfortable around Tom, and eventually, Tom tells you weeks later Mondale’s quit his constant crying and whining for you.
“But I still want you coming over,” he tells you, voice shaky.
“I want that, too.”
Time keeps slipping away from you, and you and Tom are slowly but steadily getting closer and closer. You’re at his place half the time for no real reason, not that he minds, and he finds more excuses for him to ask you over.
The two of you sit on the couch, just barely touching. His thigh is inches away from yours. Mondale sits on the rug in front of you both, relaxing as you watch some movie. Tom leans back, draping his arm over the back of the sofa. Slowly, you also lean back, and he takes the hint, looping his arm around your shoulders instead. He pulls you together, and now you’re sitting with your sides flush together. You’re smiling to yourself, eyes still trained on the TV.
“I think you’re pretty,” he states bluntly. “And I’m so desperate to see you all the time.” His fingers find your chin, tipping your head back so you’re staring up at him.
“Don’t you think this is a little too soon for you?” you ask, his thumb brushing over your chin.
“Honestly,” he begins, “Siobhan and I started having issues the minute we got married. She stuck me into an open marriage, even though I never really wanted it. I don’t think I’ve been actually into her for a long, long time. I’ve just been… so alone, even though she was right there.”
You feel a pang of relation. He was just like you, wasn’t he?
“Then why’d you stay?”
He shrugs. “My job. I was scared. It’s all bullshit, really.” His hand smooths down your neck, back down to your shoulder, which he squeezes affectionately. “She was the only one who ever… utilized the open marriage thing. It just felt so wrong to me.”
“You’re a good person,” you murmur.
“Am I? This fat crush I have on you started way before I’d gotten divorced.”
You feel the heat rush to your face. “Okay, maybe don’t tell me that.”
Tom chuckles. “You know what? You’re going in the right direction. Why are we talking about my ex-wife? I want to be talking about you.”
“What about me?”
“I just professed my feelings to the most beautiful person in the world. My stomach’s in knots.”
You laugh. “What, do I profess my feelings right back?”
“If Your Royal Highness so desires.”
“Weirdo.” You shift so that your head is tucked away in the crook of his neck. “My weirdo?”
“Come on, I confessed. I need more than that. For the sake of my ego, you confess too.”
“Your ego doesn’t need more inflating,” you say playfully.
“You wound me.”
“Oh, shut up.” You pull back, taking his jaw in your hand, and pull him in for a soft, tender, kiss. “I have a big ol’ crush on you, too.”
He presses another kiss to your lips, and you can feel his smile.
A little while later, he dozes off, head on your shoulder. You eventually do, too, head on his, the quiet squeaking of Mondale ripping his toy to shreds filling the room.
#tom wambsgans#tom wambsgans oneshot#tom wambsgans x you#tom wambsgans x reader#succession#succession hbo#succession fic#wambsgansshoelaces#succession x reader#anon ask
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Hey! What were your thoughts on S3 of Starstruck? It went in a very different direction than I was expecting and as a viewer I feel conflicted - I think it’s brilliantly written and reflective of reality and there’s a lot of beauty in what’s been explored this season, but emotionally I also feel a bit thrown.
hi clara!
Okay. So I have spent the last week thinking about it (I even explained to my counselor how I was a child of divorce now 😂)…. But I still fully haven’t grasped all of my thoughts so this may all sound a bit rambling. Spoilers Ahead!
First and foremost, in my most recent re-watch of Starstruck I kept on thinking about how Jessie loves Kate but… kinda brushes Kate’s friendship as not as important as a romantic one (e.g. - the speech she gives to Joe in S1E5). With this in mind, I do really love that most of the relationship tension and the overall love story of S3 is between Kate and Jessie. Their friendship is so precious to me and I adore it so much. So I do love the way that’s explored in the new season. Kate and Jessie are the real love story of Starstruck.
Other things I LOVED is Sarah and Steve’s relationship. They are honestly so funny, and I adore them so much! I also did like the evolution of Joe's character. Minnie Driver is always amazing as Cath, Shivani is so funny, and I loved Alice Snidden as Amelia (more on that later).
Now unto the important things. I kinda knew that S3 would go this route bc I felt like if it had followed traditional romcom tropes the next step would be marriage. Which I really couldn’t imagine Rose doing.
So when S3 was renewed I had a feeling that it would either go the marriage route, the we are never ever ever getting back together route, or something else completely.
But realistically it would be the breakup. I was hoping that the ending would be kinda unresolved where there was a chance that Jessie and Tom could get back together in the future. But Alas. However, this did not mean I was not in a complete in a state of panic leading up to S3 (if you follow me on Twitter, you know).
Honestly, imo if S3 was doing the we have different partners I FIRMLY believe that Jessie should have been with a woman, and Tom should have been with a woman of colour.
Me at Clem:
The new characters fell SO flat to me. Clem is nice enough and so agreeable, which I think is supposed to act as a foil to Jessie. This is obvs in the way that Clem wants marriage and kids. But I also feel like you see it in the way that Clem isn’t threatened by Jessie, which is a very stark contrast to the way Jessie reacts to Tom’s co-star in season 1, and the fight they have after.
And Liam is just there. No offense to Liam, but none of his scenes really felt like they could compare to the banter and chemistry between Jessie and Tom throughout the seasons. To quote the modern philosopher of our time:
So it was really hard to care about him and the relationships. Also something about his very existence reminded me of this interview Rose did during S1. Though that could be a nothing.
Overall I really didn’t care about these new relationships, bc watching Jessie and Tom in S1-2 is just so electric. The banter, the back and forth. The way they smile at each other, and make each other laugh.
But maybe that’s the whole point, that you could have electric chemistry with someone. But it could also all be meaningless bc that person is not the person for you.
As for Tom, I recently got asked if he was written as an asshole. But I don’t know how to answer that. Was he shit for cheating on his fiancé? Yes. But did I care that he cheated on her with Jessie, no.
I do feel like I’m not a huge fan of the way that Tom was written in this season. Throughout the show he is only shown in relation to Jessie or his work, with the exception of the Christmas episode. But I bc in the new series he isn’t with Jessie we REALLY see how his character is flat.
Now I do realise that it’s bc the show is about Jessie, but it still felt lacking. The fact that Tom doesn’t seem to have friends outside of Jessie’s circle is wild. The fact that he is getting married, and we don’t see his parents or brother is so 💀
Especially since Tom is a full Brown man (that is apparently somewhat religious). And somehow his family isn’t part of any of the wedding prep? That’s so wild and unbelievable (for me as a brown woman). I do realise Vinay is an asshole but I genuinely wish he had made an appearance in S3. It could have been so funny and it would have added some nuance to Tom's character. (We see Dan again, but not Vinay or the rest of Tom's fam? Come on!) I would love to see Vinay’s opinion on Jessie changed and his feelings toward the wedding, kiss, stag, etc.
I do understand Rose and the writers wanted to explore these ideas. And this is something she has clearly been thinking about since Baby Done. I also do think that in the latest series, we explore the anxieties through a queer lens by way of Amelia's speech. It strikes me as fascinating that Alice Snidden is openly bi, and her character is one of the only ones single.
Merryanna Salem, one of the most prolific film critiques of our time, articulated an idea about the queerness of Starstruck, and Queer Relativity in such a nuanced way. I highly recommend you read it. With this in mind, Amelia's speech, and Rose's feelings towards babies, its really not that surprising it ended the way it did.
But at the same time, it really seems like such a shift from the first two series in a way I simply don’t like (or understand). As I previously established Jessie and Tom are SO good together. Their chemistry is unreal, the show is just so bloody cute.
The show sets out to be a romcom, and that is what it does brilliantly in the first two series. Yet in S3, we really see a departure from that genre. It feels more a romantic drama, with comedic elements and I think its REALLY discombobulating. Specifically bc in most romcoms the couple gets together, and in dramas there is more grey area. Because I didn't read S1-2 as anything but a romcom, I didn't even entertain the idea of a break up. So to have it thrown in, in S3 seems so forced somehow.
Especially bc we have seen Tom and Jessie conquer the odds again and again. So to have the writers articulate they just aren't a good fit, and Jessie to say we want different things is strange. Maybe, I was watching Starstruck with blinders on, but it seemed in the previous seasons they were somewhat on the same page. Like even with this idea of Queer Relativity, Tom seems to understand it. He seems content to NOT get married to Jessie in S2 ending and what have you. So to suddenly be presented with a Tom who needs marriage and babies is discombobulating. Again, maybe I watched the show with blinders, but I did not catch the seeds of Tom and Jessie not being compatible, so S3, as you said threw me off.
And on some level I do think it’s kinda a redundant deconstruction of the romcom.
Join me next time where I dissect Starstruck through the lens of Race and Politics (or the lack there of).
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Joke time over, back to the grind.
“Hey, ladies, wanna meet my two friends? A gun and your lawyer!”
I don’t think the lawyer was that smart, Ben.
And the lawyer is about to die.
…okay, I had 50/50 odds, let’s be fair here.
I love how the evil lawyer is choosing to use the honor system.
Ben, this is a swing for the fences.
Okay, I lied, that’s a swing.
…is a lawyer about to get his brain bashed in?
This is some GURPS level fast-talking right now, hot damn.
“What kind of trap we talking?” A fastball.
If the lawyer somehow survived, I swear to God…
Moral of the Story: Rocks suck.
Well, two people have died, but they were the bad guys, you know, upswing.
Look, Sarah, which is more believable: Nadia felt a breeze, or Nadia talked to a ghost? Count your blessings.
And Sarah is about to learn why Dean insists on being called Dean.
The real treasure was the binders we made along the way.
[Also, I took a quick check to look at something; I find it interesting that this episode immediately made it to digital storefronts, while “Let Them Play” took, like, a month…]
Sarah, sometimes shit is complicated, hard stop.
And there’s the Ben Song Stamp of Approval.
And so that’s how the concept of being nonbinary got invented.
[Laundry break.]
And it’s shaping up like the family subplot is resolved. …and there’s 13 minutes left to burn.
Okay, so now we’re doing divorce.
Okay, am I an idiot, or is this the first time I’ve heard about her having kids.
I also like the implication that Nadia was the only one who didn’t have baggage.
Okay, so watch as the loot crate is empty, and my theory about the twist is correct.
Okay, now it’s time for a religious lesson.
Okay, I know what I said about the plot twist, but I’m gonna feel bad if that thing is empty regardless…
…and it holds another chest. …the pun ending is becoming more apparent…
Oh fuck, they broke the dam…
…well, at least the drought is over?
…and it’s empty. …except for a false bottom…
“The real treasure is at home with family.”
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“Maybe he thought we needed to cause a flood to learn this life lesson, I dunno…”
“Hey, Addison, why do you look sad- are you getting married?”
Tom is going to be fucking pissed.
Hey, Tom, so bad news…
Okay, I am now becoming convinced Yom was actually the puppet, and he’s about to narc to Gideon due to Addison still being in love with Ben.
And cut to Ben attempting to pull the Marty McFly maneuver of trying to use the mail to prevent a tragedy. Having seen the future synopses. I don’t think this works, buddy.
“Hey, I know we got done with this treasure family bullshit, but I need you to mail something for me in the future.”
“Dad was right. The real treasure was family.”
I am going to post the emojis again the second Ben finds the jewels.
…and three…
…two…
…one…
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Fucking Dad and his pun fetish.
…and Hannah is at the Project… …so the wolf is in the hen house…
This fucking raisin-looking motherfucker.
[Well, at least Ben gets to solve 1980s version of Watergate next week.]
So, literally my only issue with this episode was the pun plot twist. Everything else was solid.
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‘My self-worth plummeted every month’: the hidden disorder that can ruin women’s lives (Chloe Aslett, The Guardian, Oct 16 2023)
The tyranny of the algorithm: why every coffee shop looks the same (Kyle Chayka, The Guardian, Jan 16 2024)
DNA Tests Are Uncovering the True Prevalence of Incest (Sarah Zhang, The Atlantic, March 18 2024)
Finland is world’s happiest country for 7th year while US drops out of top 20 (France 24, March 20 2024)
Swedish pharmacy bans sale of anti-ageing skincare to children (Miranda Bryant, The Guardian, March 20 2024)
Women are being diagnosed with ADHD at unprecedented rates. Here’s why. (Kaelyn Lynch, National Geographic, Jan 16 2024)
5 Takeaways From an Investigation Into Hysterectomies in India’s Sugar Industry (Megha Rajagopalan, The New York Times, March 24 2024)
English Just ‘Badly Pronounced French’, Paris Academic Says (Tom Barfield, Barron’s, March 09 2024)
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Sydney knifeman who targeted women ‘was desperate for a girlfriend’ (Andrea Hamblin, The Telegraph, April 15 2024)
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😎🦋🎨🎁
From these fanfic asks.
😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?
Depends on the canon 😂 and how we define “wildly original.” I tend to get off the wildly original train when we get to coffee shop/college or university/modern AUs because the characters are usually not even themselves anymore by then.
🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?
I’ve been in this game way too long to have only one LOL.
The TV versions of Chief and Cortana are the BEST to write. I love their game selves too, but I met them through the show so that iteration of them will always be special for me.
Though I haven’t for ages, I loved writing AOS Captain Pike and my versions of Robert and Sarah April. I can never get past the starting friction to get this one rolling again.
Rex and Cody. I lost so many WIPs with them in my computer crash.
Last but most definitely not least, since they currently have my muse in a chokehold. Tom and Chyler. For some reason I find both of their voices very natural.
🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?
I will keyboard smash and cry for joy if anyone ever does fanart for ANY of my stuff.
Top of my list would be something for MWAS. I would love to have a visual of Tom and Chyler together as adults. If I had the requisite photo manipulating abilities and software I’d do it myself. There’s one scene I have in mind but I haven’t written it yet.
For Such a Time As This would be a runner-up because I’d like to see the characters from B5 and Halo interacting.
I’ll throw The Toddler Invasion in there, too, just because it’s one of my best fics.
🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?
The last two fics I posted have taken up most of my time for the past several weeks but *goes on archaeological dig through WIP folder*
Ah! Here’s a good one! This is from the story of how Tom and Chyler nearly split. Working title is Neither Can The Floods Drown It. Excerpt is a little long so it’s going under a cut.
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“I heard there was an incident with Lieutenant Lasky earlier,” Murray started.
“That’s correct, sir,” the squad leader said. “I had words with him.”
Murray nodded. “Has he ever given you problems before?” The CAG didn’t know Lasky well, but the name was one that always seemed to float to the top of the pile in a good, or at least neutral, way.
Larsen seemed to think. “He…well, let’s just say self-expression’s not one of his struggles, sir.”
Murray chuckled.
“He also likes to play a little closer to the edge than he should, if you know what I mean,” Larsen continued.
“I do.”
“But no. Lasky’s never been a problem.” The troubled look hadn’t left Larsen’s face. “He a good guy. A good officer, a damn good pilot.” He glanced up at Murray. “Keep an eye out, sir, he might have your job in twenty years.”
Murray grunted. “I’ll put him at the top of my prayer list.” He eyed Larsen. “What aren’t you telling me, Larsen?”
Larsen bit his lip. “Lasky’s wife filed for divorce, sir.”
Murray closed his eyes. “Sonofabitch,” he breathed. Divorce wasn’t uncommon in the service, but that didn’t make it any less painful. Many of the younger generation had chosen to simply forget the idea of marriage altogether.
Lasky had bucked that trend, and now he was paying for it.
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Dagger’s Daycare||o.2
Synopsis: Maverick finds himself in a situation he cant explain. The daggers are unavailable, and he finds himself in need of help from his old crew. Of cause this wasn't the reunion they expected.
“Did you kidnap an orphanage Mav?”
Warning: age regression (they get turned into children), slight whump mostly fluff, slight swearing, homophobia and 5 idiots with no knowledge on kids caring for some.
Word Count: 1.6k
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Previous chapters: Chapter||o.1.
Next Chapter: Chapter||o.3.
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This was not what Ice expected at all when he arrive at Maverick’s off-base temporary housing.
Of cause he hadn't expected anything good given the manner he was called in.
He hadn't seen the man or any of the others in 3 years, not since his wedding night. They had called, Wolf and Wood had been called away on a deployment soon after the wedding, Slider was dating someone and Maverick was doing what he did best, he pissed of Admirals.
They drifted apart, got busy, moved on.
He kept in contact with them, brief phone calls between meetings and saving Mavericks hide the best he could without seeing the man.
He knew they had been here of cause, Miramer. They had all been floating around for a while, it was hard not to know as a Four Star Admiral with access to everyones reports. He had to approve their leave after all.
He just never bumped into them, he wasn't actively avoiding them. He was busy between meetings and late nights at the office.
He had been busy with his own issues, making his way to a promotion and trying to save his marriage. While the others had been together hanging out.
He had been busy trying to fix what had been a broken marriage to start with.
He was over Sarah walking out on him, mostly. He knew it would come, it was unavoidable. Their relationship had been leading towards it since th start.
It still hurt to walk into his home with exciting news of his promotion, only for it to shatter at the sight of his wife standing in the entry way with her bags packed. Who passed him his key back with a small smiled, “Goodbye Tom”.
They had been divorced 4 months later, apparently having a divorce lawyer as a friend was helpful.
The house he had bought for them, to raise a family in. It was still painful to live in but he pushed past it. He had to.
Now it was just a house, no longer his and Sarah’s. No longer Mrs and Mr Kazansky home.
Just Tom’s house.
So he was pleasantly surprised to find outside Maverick’s house was Slider waiting at the door, frowning down at his phone. Ice raised an eyebrow and called out to the man, “Slider”.
The mans head shot up into relief, “Ice”. He pulled Ice into a hug, “It’s good to see you man, Wolfie and Wood should be here soon”.
He cupped his hand at the nap of Ice neck with a brilliant dorky smile that Ice had missed, he had missed the familiarity in the gesture.
Did Maverick bring over the whole class? Why were they all here?
If Maverick pulled him out of an important mission just for a few drinks eh was going to strangle the man. Wingman or not.
There was the distinct sound of tires crunching against gravel of the drive way as black car pulled in, followed closely by a red car. A familiar cowboy hat and mischievous grin hit ice, the nistolaga hit him hard.
“Ice you sly son of a bitch! Your a hard man to track down” Wolf grinned as he shut the door to his black beast.
Wood got out of the red car rolling his eyes fondly and slapped him on the back, “How have you been man its been what 2 years?”.
“3” Ice corrected automatically. 3 very very long years.
36 months, 1,576,800 minutes, 94,672,800 seconds.
His marriage had only lasted 1 year, before shit started to fall apart.
Wolf slapped Slider on the shoulder, “Getting lazy big boy?” he asked coyly as he squeezed Sliders bicep.
Slider rolled his eyes dragging Wolf into his arm, shifting as he forced Wolf into a head lock. “Yeah you know just slacking on a few reps, you cant tell can you?” he asked with a smirk as he squeezed down on the mans neck until Wolf choked and tapped out.
“Bastard” Wolf choked out in a laugh as he was released, Wood grabbing his arm quickly as he got his bearings back.
“Shall we?” Ice interrupted as he motioned to the door, he saw Sliders amused look and the shake of Woods head.
Ice had always punctual why waste time on pointless things, he didn’t like wasting time. Maybe that's why his marriage had failed.
He signed pushing the door open, aware that the rest of the men were following him.
The first thing they heard stepping into the house was squealing, it sent an odd feeling on unease down Ice’s spine. Why would their be kids here?
Dear god, Maverick hadn't done something stupid again had he? He had taken an oath that if Maverick turned up with a baby one day, he would kill the man himself. He really didn't want to have to make due with that promise now.
The living room was a mess, there was books pulled out all over the ground, chairs knocked over. Clothes covering the floor, cards randomly scattered around.
They found Maverick sitting on the couch with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, bowed over.
More importantly, there was a little girl who was sitting in front of him on the ground. She looked like she was wearing someone's top as a dress, it was over-sized. She was playing with another little boys hair, who had an over-sized pair of glasses balancing dangerously on the end of his nose.
He also wore an over-sized shirt, he had boxers on that brushed the bottom of the top when he shifted. He seamed to be attempting to retie Maverick’s shoe lace with his tongue between his teeth in concentration.
A impossibly familiar face popped out from behind the couch laughing as two other boys chased him. They seamed to be semi-dressed in boxers chasing each other around, as they shrieked trying to avoid the other.
There was a smaller blond boy huddled in the corner of the room watching them all, calculating. He was deadly silent, one wouldn't have noticed he was there if it hadn't been for the taller boy staring them all down, warning them to stay away. Standing protectively in front of him with his arms crossed.
Slider was the first to react, the man staggering to a stop at his side.
“What the f-“ Slider grunted when Ice elbowed him rather harshly in the ribs.
“Language” he hissed at his former Rio.
Maverick’s head shot up and he looked exhausted, lost.
Maverick was the youngest out of all of them, he had always had baby fat that clung to him it gave him a younger appearance. But now he looked haunted. He looked his age.
There was a strange charge in the room, tense. Some of the kids had stopped playing tag to see the new visitors and Ice found himself staring down at the memory of something he didn't want to relive.
Bradley Bradshaw.
The same age as he was when he lost his father, he remembered the smaller boy dressed up wrapped in his mothers arms at Goose funeral. Carol who had him wrapped in a black shawl as he sucked on his thumb tears running down his red chubby checks.
Who’s mother cried into his hair mourning a man Bradley wouldn't remember.
He swallowed hard as the kid stared at him with an odd expression, as if he wanted to say something but wasn't sure what to say. He could share the sentiment.
Slider nudged his arm slightly with a worried expression, clearly he hadn't been the only one shocked by the smaller boy.
“Did you kidnap an orphanage Mav?” Wood joked in an attempt to break the ice.
It was a poor choice of words and it made him grimace.
Maverick looked like he was on the verge of hysteria, he opened his mouth before shutting it again doing a wonderful impression of a goldfish. Maybe the kids could learn that from him, ‘what not to do with Maverick’.
“Meet the daggers” Maverick joked back weakly, waving his hand around to the room filled with kids doing odd bits and bobs.
He signed helplessly “Don’t ask how”, he looked around his shoulder’s slumping, “I don’t know how it happened”. He seamed to understand just how ridiculous this situation was.
“Your telling me” Ice started slowly trying to grasp the words he wanted, “That my best squadron, are now children” he paused stared down Maverick, “And you don’t know how it happened?”.
Maverick shrugged helplessly. “One moment we were all watching a movie, I must have fallen asleep because next thing I know. I’m surround by children and the kids were gone”. There was a hint of hysteria bleeding into the mans voice.
“Your sure its them?” Wolf asked with a nervous look at the children as if resisting the urge to reach out and grab one just so they would stop running around recklessly.
Maverick nodded sullenly, “Bradley!” he called out.
The boys head shot up as he dashed over to his godfathers spot on the couch, placing his chin on the mans knee looking up at him, “Mav!” he beamed.
Maverick smiled weakly, running his hand though the boys hair, “Nothing kiddo, go play”.
Ice needed a minute, this was to much, it was all far to much.
He brushed off Slider’s concern, stepping away from them towards the quietness of the entry.
He pulled out phone silently waiting for it to connect.
“Admiral Kazansky?”, the familiar voice on the other forced his muscles to relax slightly.
“Doris” he let out a tired sign, “Can you clear my schedule for the week? This is going to take a lot longer then I originally thought”.
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Few songwriters have been able to enjoy hits across six decades, as well as the bonus of a dramatic revival of interest in their work during the later years of their careers. Burt Bacharach, who has died aged 94, could claim both.
With his writing partner Hal David, Bacharach launched himself into the front rank of pop songwriters with a brilliant streak of hits for Dionne Warwick during the 1960s, beginning in 1962 with Don’t Make Me Over and proceeding through (among others) Walk on By, Anyone Who Had a Heart, I Say a Little Prayer, Trains and Boats and Planes, and Do You Know the Way to San Jose. All became standards in Bacharach’s chosen pop-easy-listening genre, and meanwhile he was turning out equally durable classics for a string of different artists. Tom Jones never particularly liked What’s New, Pussycat?, the Oscar-nominated theme from the 1965 film of the same name, but acknowledged its enduring popularity.
Herb Alpert topped the US chart with the winsome ballad This Guy’s in Love With You, Jackie DeShannon did likewise with What the World Needs Now Is Love, and BJ Thomas was the lucky recipient of Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head, from the film Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (which brought Bacharach and David Oscars for best theme song and best original score). Bacharach was an Oscar-winner for a third time in 1982, with Arthur’s Theme from the film Arthur.
The son of Bert Bacharach, a sports star turned nationally syndicated newspaper columnist, and Irma Freeman, an artist and songwriter, Burt was born in Kansas City, Missouri. The family moved to Kew Gardens in Queens, New York, when he was a child. At the insistence of his mother, Burt studied the cello, drums and piano. His ears were opened by the innovative harmonies and melodies of jazz musicians of the day such as Thelonious Monk and Charlie Parker, and he played with several jazz combos before enrolling in music courses at the Mannes School of Music, New York, and at McGill University in Montreal.
He served in the US army (1950-52), and while acting as a dance band arranger in Germany he met the singer Vic Damone. Back in the US after his discharge, Bacharach worked as piano accompanist to Damone and to numerous other artists on the club circuit. One of them was the actor and singer Paula Stewart, whom he married in 1953.
He was fortunate to fall into one of the all-time great songwriting partnerships with David, whom he first met at the New York songwriting beehive, the Brill Building (also to be the home of other renowned songwriting duos including Leiber & Stoller, Goffin & King and Pomus & Shuman). David had been writing hits for such luminaries as Sarah Vaughan and Frank Sinatra since the late 40s. Bacharach and David scored their first big commercial coup when the country singer Marty Robbins took their song The Story of My Life into the US Top 20 in 1957. A cover version by Michael Holliday reached No 1 in the UK the following year, and Perry Como brought them another smash with his recording of Magic Moments, which spent eight weeks at No 1 in Britain.
After the breakdown of his marriage (he and Stewart divorced in 1958), Bacharach travelled to Europe to become pianist and bandleader for Marlene Dietrich, a role he would sustain until 1964. By 1961 he was back in New York, and wrote some material for the Drifters, as well as the Chuck Jackson hit Any Day Now before resuming his partnership with David. Their song (The Man Who Shot) Liberty Valance, inspired by the John Wayne/James Stewart western, became a US No 4 hit for Gene Pitney in 1962. Pitney did better still with the duo’s composition Only Love Can Break a Heart, which reached No 2 later that year.
Then came Bacharach and David’s historic hook-up with Warwick. She was a member of the Drifters’ backing group, the Gospelaires, and the songwriters invited her to make some demo recordings at their office at the publishers Famous Music, in the Brill Building. One of them was for Make It Easy on Yourself, which became a big hit for Jerry Butler. David recalled: “She said, ‘I thought that was my song!’ We said, ‘No, you just made a demo’. She was really very hurt and angry. Then we realised here’s this wonderful singer and we’re using her to make demos – she could be a star!”
So it proved, and the hits with Warwick became their calling card. They wrote and produced 20 American Top 40 hits for her over the ensuing decade, including seven that reached the Top 10. One of these songs, I Say a Little Prayer, also gave Aretha Franklin a US Top 10 hit and her biggest solo hit in Britain, where it reached No 4. Throughout the 60s anything Bacharach and David touched became commercial gold dust. They wrote film scores for What’s New, Pussycat?, Alfie and Casino Royale, and scored the successful Broadway musical Promises, Promises, whose title song provided another hit for Warwick and spun off a chartbuster for Bacharach himself with I’ll Never Fall in Love Again.
The writers always had a soft spot for the UK, probably because so many British-based artists had No 1 hits with their material, including Cilla Black – whose version of Anyone Who Had a Heart was her breakthrough hit – Sandie Shaw, the Walker Brothers and Frankie Vaughan.
The Carpenters ushered in the 70s with (They Long to Be) Close to You, a US No 1 which also reached No 6 in the UK, but although Bacharach’s 1971 album (called just Burt Bacharach) became a sought-after collector’s item, the decade would prove disappointing. In 1973 Bacharach and David collaborated on a new musical version of the 1937 film Lost Horizon, but it was a commercial disaster that prompted angry splits between Bacharach, David and Warwick, and involved them in a spate of lawsuits. The writers parted company after a disagreement over royalties. Bacharach’s second marriage, to the actor Angie Dickinson, whom he had married in 1965, began to come apart, although they did not divorce until 1980.
It was not until the early 80s that Bacharach’s magic touch returned, when he won the Oscar for best original song for the chart-topping theme from the film Arthur, which he had also scored. One of its co-writers was the lyricist Carole Bayer Sager, whom Bacharach married the following year. The couple went on to write Making Love for Roberta Flack and Heartlight for Neil Diamond. In 1986, Bacharach enjoyed one of his best ever years, achieving two US No 1s with That’s What Friends Are for, recorded by Warwick with Elton John, Gladys Knight and Stevie Wonder as a charitable fundraiser for Aids, and the Patti LaBelle/Michael McDonald recording of the lachrymose On My Own.
In 1991 his marriage to Bayer Sager ended, and two years later he married Jane Hansen. In a 2015 interview, Bacharach – who was nicknamed “the playboy of the western world” during the 60s – admitted: “I didn’t mean to hurt anybody, but when you wind up being married four times, there are a lot of bodies strewn in your wake.”
During the 90s, Bacharach and David reunited with Warwick for Sunny Weather Lover, from her album Friends Can Be Lovers, and Bacharach wrote songs for James Ingram and Earth, Wind & Fire. In 1995 he co-wrote God Give Me Strength with Elvis Costello for Allison Anders’ film about the Brill Building era, Grace of My Heart, and this resulted in the Costello-Bacharach album Painted from Memory (1998).
Bacharach’s contribution to pop history was acknowledged in a 1996 BBC documentary, Burt Bacharach – This Is Now, and he would find himself being hailed as an icon of cool by bands as varied as Oasis, REM, Massive Attack and the White Stripes. In 1997, an all-star cast including Costello, Warwick, Chrissie Hynde, Sheryl Crow and Luther Vandross banded together at the Hammerstein Ballroom, New York, for a serenade of Bacharach’s songs called One Amazing Night, and the Rhino label issued The Look of Love, a three-disc compilation of his music.
Bacharach’s profile received a huge boost from his appearances in all three of Mike Myers’s 60s-spoofing Austin Powers films. He earned an Oscar nomination for the song Walking Tall, his first collaboration with the lyricist Tim Rice, which was performed by Lyle Lovett on the soundtrack of Stuart Little (1999).
His 2005 album At This Time unusually found Bacharach writing lyrics as well as music and even provoking some controversy by touching on political themes. “All my life I’ve written love songs, and I’ve been non-political,” he said. “So it must be pretty significant that I suddenly have strong feelings of discomfort with the state of the world, and what our [US] administration is doing.” This did not prevent the album from winning the 2006 Grammy award for best pop instrumental album.
In 2008 he opened the BBC Electric Proms at the Roundhouse, in London, with Adele and Jamie Cullum among his supporting musicians. His autobiography, Anyone Who Had a Heart: My Life and Music, was published in 2013, and in 2015 he performed at the Glastonbury festival. He continued to tour past his 90th birthday, with concerts in the UK, US and Europe in 2018 and 2019.
In addition to his Oscars and six Grammy awards (plus a lifetime achievement award in 2008), he was awarded the Polar music prize in Stockholm in 2001. In 2011, the Library of Congress awarded Bacharach and David the Gershwin prize for popular song.
A daughter, Nikki, from his second marriage, died in 2007. He is survived by Jane, their son, Oliver, and daughter, Raleigh, and another son, Cristopher, from his third marriage.
🔔 Burt Freeman Bacharach, songwriter, singer and musician, born 12 May 1928; died 8 February 2023
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Some more tidbits revealed by Zach Braff and Donald Faison during their Scrubs Rewatch podcast “Fake Doctors, Real Friends”:
Zach grew up with Lauryn Hill and she went to his bar mitzvah
Donald went to high school with Tara Reid and the first place he had moonshine was at her sweet sixteen; it was moonshine her dad made (they had Tara on as a guest to discuss the episodes she was in and she called Donald by his childhood nickname “Shun” which his mother also used when they had her on in another episode)
Tom Cavanaugh (who played JD’s brother Dan) was on a show called “Ed” in the 90s, which had billboards all over the country when it premiered. Zach’s mom saw one of the billboards and thought it looked enough like Zach it prompted her to call him and ask if he had gotten an acting job.
Donald is the biggest Star Wars fan; he and Joelle (one of the producers) regularly discuss Star Wars. Donald realized he was sitting in front of George Lucas during the premiere of “Revenge of the Sith” and after the movie was over, Donald turned around and enthusiastically screamed “You did it, George! YOU FUCKING DID IT!” He turned back around and told his girlfriend how much he loved the movie; she told him how terrible his breath was.
There was a fundraiser/auction for autism research during the run of the show and everyone from NBC attended. One of the auction items was a puppy that Sarah Chalke immediate fell in love with. Seven people from Scrubs each bus $1000 in Sarah’s name so they could win the puppy for her. She named the puppy Lola, who lived 14 years (Donald hadn’t realized Lola had passed and was sad when Sarah mentioned this when they had her on). John C McGinley paid Sarah the money the night of the auction and said “fast money, fast friends”. Ken Jenkins also paid her that night with a check and asked her regularly if she had cashed it yet. Donald paid her four years later.
Bill Lawrence based almost all of Jordan’s character on Christa Miller’s actual personality, so much so that during the early years of the show Zach asked Bill, “where did you meet Christa? Was it at mean camp?”
The dance Donald does to “Poison”- the famous one, the one Fortnite used- was done in one take, and was not rehearsed beforehand. Donald was told he would need to come up with a dance routine, the day of filming he showed up late and a little hungover. While Rob Macchio was doing the “working for the weekend” dance (they only use about twenty seconds in the show but he did a dance for the whole song) Donald was told the song he would be dancing to was “Poison” by Bell Biv Devoe. Donald thought “oh I can do this” as this was one of his favorite songs. Some of the moves he did in the dance were from a dance routine he made up as a kid.
Bill Lawrence was approached about taking all of the closing voiceovers/advice JD does at the end of the show and combining them to make a book. When they started compiling a list, they realized an overwhelming number of the closing voiceovers, without the show context and the sad indie song, made almost no sense and were very repetitive. The book idea was dropped.
John Ritter was supposed to guest star on the show again before he passed- like RIGHT before he passed. Ritter was supposed to be on the show on Monday; Bill Lawrence was informed of Ritter’s death Saturday night. He rewrote the episode Sunday night to be about the death of JD’s father and called Tom Cavanaugh to appear in the show instead; this is the episode “My Cake” that they then filmed four days later.
When Zach and Donald met Benjamin Bratt, they were so giddy with how handsome he is they were excitedly grabbing each other’s hands.
At the beginning of the show, John C McGinley was going through a bad divorce and announced he was never getting married again. Bill bet him $10,000 that John would be married again before the show ended. Bill used the 10 grand he won from this bet to throw an engagement party for John six years later.
Donald and his wife- who he met and married during the run of Scrubs- have a Turk/Carla and JD dynamic with Zach where they all hang out together and they would try to help him find girlfriends and would advise if they thought he would be good with women or not.
Zach sends Donald “progress shots” when he’s working out.
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U did a reading about her late majesty the queen death before and eventho it indeed happen but the timeline quite stretch from your reading. I wonder about this fortnight , is there any other dates? Like maybe it wont happen within that time but sooner/later.. like much more later.
Also, if indeed the divorce happen, do u think dckless hawwy will be back in UK? And fight nutmeg? Like walesWar 2.0 but of course harkles version.
Thanks
Yes, an announcement could still happen later this month or even into December.
I think the tough thing about timing a public announcement of separation/divorce. I do think Harry is genuinely in the process of splitting up with her. There are clearly a lot of rumors swirling around Hollywood that they’re done. Seems to be a genuine case of where there is smoke there will be fire.
Right now, Mars is transiting Harry’s 7th house, which is why I tend to believe all the rumors about Harry initiating separation in the UK. Venus--the planet of love and marriage/partnership--is also combust until 01 December. Announcements of celebrity marriages tend to happen when Venus goes retrograde and combust. They happen other times too, but there’s usually at least a few big ones that happen. Tom & Gisele already happened while Venus has been combust.
Tuesday, 08 November, is a total lunar eclipse, which means we’re also in eclipse “season” until two weeks after that (22 November). Could totally get announcement while it’s still eclipse “season” as they are always periods of sudden change. For example, I wouldn’t be surprised if something drastic happens regarding the war in Ukraine between now and 22 November.
Saturn is currently transiting Capricorn until 17 January 2023, which means it’s transiting Meghan’s 7th house (marriage/partnership) from her ascendant. Saturn is the problem of obstacles, pressures, problems, work, downfall, and delays. It wouldn’t be surprising if we got official news of the Harkle marriage demise while Saturn is transiting her 7th house.
Additionally, when Saturn moves into Aquarius in January, Meghan will then be going through an Ashtami Shani (Saturn in the 8th) transit, which is one of the more difficult Saturn transits. A separation/divorce announcement before the end of this year would make sense given that she’ll start a more difficult transit next year. Ashtami Shani will last for her from this upcoming January to March 2025. That’s going to be a tough time for her.
Conversely, Harry will have a better transit next year when Saturn changes signs and moves into Aquarius. Harry will have finish his Sade Sati across his lagna/ascendant. Saturn will be transiting the 3rd house from his ascendant and the 11th from his natal Moon. Both are more favorable transits. Saturn will be 7th from his natal Sun, but I would consider that to be indicative of the divorce process.
I think Harry will undoubtedly be returning to the UK. He clearly needs the influence of his family. I don’t think he has been doing well. Probably needs some detox and a lot of therapy.
I don’t think this will be on the level of War of the Waleses. However, I’m not convinced at this point that the BRF will be able to contain Meghan’s crazy at the start of the separation/divorce. I think we’re going to get some drama at the beginning. Then Meghan will get a smack down via media fighting and then shut up.
I’ve seen Lady C & other say that the BRF will be able to automatically get the kids since Archie & Lili are “grandchildren of the monarch.” That was only used in the divorce between Charles and Diana because Will & Harry were children of the heir. William will obviously be king one day, so they had to do it. Andrew and Sarah (Fergie) didn’t want to divorce to begin with and co-parented their children while still living together. Harry’s kids don’t have titles and won’t have titles in the future. Why the BRF would use the excuse that they are automatically entitled to have the kids because they are important to the line of succession and etc seems ridiculous. Neither of those kids are ever going to sit on the throne, and everyone knows it. That excuse seems an awful lot like wishful thinking to me. I think royal watchers and people who have been following this train wreck want to believe that solely because they just want to get one over on MM. Understandable yet unrealistic as far as I can tell.
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The day Sarah and Tom finalise their divorce is sunny outside and they're both laughing. After she takes him and offers him pancake and share in on a single plate. Sarah's without an insane amount, to Tom's say, of syrupe on and Tom's with fruit all around, always the health freak Tommy!, and they drink enough mimosa to have to call Slider to pick them up. Just to end offering Ron a drink, or maybe three, before they all have to hail a cab because nobody remembers what way they came from. It's not even eleven in the morning but the day is the first page of their new life and they wouldn't have celebrate it in any other way.
(During they're time being married they never really celebrate they anniversary because they were so many other dates more important than that. And now, ten years later, they are sitting around a diner table, the same place where they shared pancake and too many mimosa, because they're both thankful for each other. Then it was just the two of them, and Slider, and now the table is so full they had to add chairs.
When the waitress asks what they're celebrating Slider starts pointing fingers: "A lot" he answers before explaining "ten years since their divorce" pointing at Sarah and Tom, "a long awaited legal marriage" pointing at Tom and Pete, "a legal partnership and the adoption of the kids" continue pointing at Sarah and Nadia "and the return of the prodigal son from deployment" he finished pointing to a guy that's coming in in that exact moment.
Everybody's there, nothing could be more perfect.)
#tom iceman kazansky#aroace sarah kazansky#gay tom kazansky#lavander marriage#divorce#ron slider kerner#he is the best of friends#pete maverick mitchell#icemav#OCs (Nadia and the kids)#legal partnership and adoption#bradley rooster bradshaw (mentioned)#he comes back and calls ice dad djhdhd#top gun
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last line challenge
tagged by @ravens-words to share the last line I wrote-
I'm a little unfocused, so I'm writing a tiny bit on a number of WIPs
good fences make good neighbors-
"Ice took a slow sip of his beer, absorbing that silently. Mav found himself watching as his throat muscles rippled and moved as he swallowed."
forgive me my trespass - in the middle of his divorce, Ice is notified Mav is MIA presumed KIA -
Now he was morning transport for the kids while Sarah went back to college, and ‘every other weekend dad’ in his sterile condo in Imperial Beach while the divorce proceedings continued. In theory he was morning transport, he sighed, watching the clock. They were moving past the five-minute lateness and into the unforgivable territory of twenty minutes overdue.
“We’re going to be late to pick up Michael and Erica, and he knows that. Also, he’s twelve, you have uniforms, what could be taking so long?”
“He’s twelve with a girlfriend, so he’s probably putting too much gel in his hair and then washing it out,” Caroline replied, flicking the page in her paperback.
“A girlfriend? He’s twelve! How could he be dating already?” He repeated, uselessly. That was too young, wasn’t it? Ice thought back to his own childhood, but he couldn’t remember girls being on his radar until much later. Most of his memories revolved around Jimmy Lebedev, the only other kid from the neighborhood that his father approved of coming to the house. Girls were for after his application to the Naval Academy had been approved. Then later, it was flight school. After flight school, it was qualifying for Top Gun.
Then he met Maverick. For a year, while they were both instructors, it was only Maverick for him and it had been perfect, right up until it had ended.
“It’s not his first.”
and from the always in progress Last of US AU -IceMav fusion-
“Fair enough. I lost my virginity at fifteen, to Bad Company, with a girl who was in the same group home I was. I ended up getting kicked out and then sent to a much worse place. And wow, when I say that outloud, I sound like a real cliche,” Mav joked, before turning up the volume as Glenn Campbell sang about how ‘there's been a load of compromising, on the road to his horizon’. “I hope your experience was less traumatic.”
“It was. But there was a bit of an age difference between us. Enough that when I think about it as an adult, I probably should have been more bothered at the time. But I was young and I wanted to know what it was like.”
“Ice! You had a ‘Mrs. Robinson’ type pop your cherry?” Mav crowed, laughing in delight at the revelation. “To Glenn Campbell. Did your parents ever find out?”
“No comment.” This time he knew he was blushing. “But no, I’m very certain my parents never knew about that, they were out of town for over a week.” His mother had died just before his twenty-eighth birthday. He always wondered if she had guessed that her son was different, or had she written off his non existent dating habits as just his dedication to his career? His father had figured it out, but then it was much harder to hide his preferences as an unmarried 35-year old. They were both gone before he had gained the courage to ask if they were disappointed in who he ended up being.
“You must have been quite the choirboy at sixteen, that your parents left you alone for a week.”
“Still no comment.”
Maverick laughed again, poking Tom in the shoulder like the jerk he was. “That’s what I like about you, you only look like you follow every rule but not even you, Mr. Perfect, could resist an empty house with no adult supervision. I swear, teenagers can't live with them, can’t kill them without doing time. I think there’s a proverb about how our sins as kids are revisited upon us as adults when we have kids of our own.”
#last line challenge#many ice mav stories are still going#thank you for the tag!#wip updates#muse is flighty but still present
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The Crown S5E4 Commentary
Non-Spoiler Gist: I have been WAITING for this episode! It wasn’t as dramatic as I expected but I still enjoyed it! There was an unexpected plot with Margot I really enjoyed and it was a great introspective episode for Lizzie. I LOVED the self-awareness all of them had in this episode.
Spoilers Under Cut:
Oooh interesting choice starting at the end of the year and her getting ready to give the speech
Lmaoo "She's not getting the sympathy she wants" I'M CACKLING
Aights let's go 1992 please deliver the drama
Oooh we're starting with Margaret also I forget how religious some of them are then they talk abt their faith
Margot you keep smoking like that you're going to be dead in 10 years 🤡🤡 (Bad joke Ik I'll see myself out)
OHMYGOD IS THAT OLD TOWNSEND??
IT IS I'M SCREAMING! I loved them so much in S1
Ahahah Lizzie "I'm not sure it was love" She's funny when she wants to be
"Why what's it to you" LMAO these sisters I swear
Ohmygod is that Andrew??
Ew it is
WHY DID THEY MAKE HIM ATTRACTIVE NO STOP IT PETER MORGAN
He does look like irl Andrew and Tom Byrne (young Andrew) props to the casting dept once again
He's so cavalier about Sarah's affairs I can't??? This is kinda funny ngl
SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T WANNA KNOW AND THEN HE PROCCEEDED TO TELL HER DJLDJSK I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING
Also don't you dare sneer at Sarah in Saint Topaz Andrew we all know you were probably at Epstein's Island
He's okay with sexual harassment/assault and pedophila but putting someone's foot in his mouth is where he draws the line???
GOOD BE HUMILIATED you prick
The D word LMAO Andrew you're a grown ass man, say Divorce
Lizzie you damn well know those aren't the words
Ahhahahah the way he said "Divorce, Mummy" he sounded like Adele I'm screaming
I take it back, THIS IS THE WORST PERSON I know who made a great point. Gotta applaud him for being self aware about destroying anyone who is different in this family
Lmaooo Margot's start to that letter, hilarious
Oh there he is - Townsend. I'm too happy to see him back to complain too much abt how he doesn't really look like his predecessor
Awww Anne and Tim she's so in love with him. Honestly one of their redeeming qualities is their love for one another.
Margot is having the time of her life; good for her!
Omg my hearttt I forgot the chokehold Margot and Townsend had on me zhksnsks
LMAO “FERGIE'S STOLEN” headline I'm cracking up
Hsjshsj Lizzie is having a ball isn't she. Two children want divorces another one wants to get remarried when the Church forbids it 🤡🤡
Yessss Anne DROP THOSE ENGAGMENT NUMBERS,,, W&K could never 💀💀
I love how derisive she is. She really is a badass, pity that she's most likely a racist
Awww Margot and Townsend's Greatest Hits scenes 😭😭😭 I AM SOFT
WELP THAT GOT ANGSTY
It was nice to see the young versions again
I missed Vanessa Kirby
HAHAHA DI'S BOOK IN CHARLES' FACE as she should be
Prince Harming ahahhah
Boy I can call you worse things
Ew God's law is marriage for life 🤡🤡
God wants yall want to be happy, he told me himself
FREEE DIANA
Damn Charles go off shskjs
Lmaooo this ep is Favourite's older sister dbdkkd it's all coming around
Yes you were a neglectful mother Lizzie you gave them all several parental issues shskks
Who is this man?? Porchey??
Oh lmao no he's a priest
Okay this is the one thing I won't laugh at. I didn't know this year included a castle fire. No one deserved to have their house burnt down no matter how decadent it is.
Holy shit this looks the Baudelaires Mansion after their fire. This is so sad but also amazing set design Holy shit my heart hurts
Not Margo and Townsend taking stock of the paintings xhdkjejd
God they're so cuteeeee ny hearttt
Not Margot accusing Di of burning down building
LMAO SHE'S LISTING THEM ALL
Fair enough Margot nskdksk
NOT HER SAYING HERSELF
D a m n the regret and bitterness of having lost Townsend is STRONG
Yesss Leslie what a speech!!
Holy shit not the parallels between Anne/Tim and Margot/Townsend
God I wanna hug Margo
Ohmygod she said ittt she called Lizzie the fuck out
Annus Horriblis INDEED
Tbh I really wasn't expecting the Margot of it all but I am living for it (I wanted to see Anne/Mark and Andrew/Sarah's marriages break down further on screen and them announcing the divorces)
"I don't want to pull out" That's what (s)he said 🤡🤡
Not Queen Mother lecturing her on the speech like ma'am your daughter is 66 years old let her do what she wants
Not her sneering at Lizzie being depressed God I hate this bitch
Phillip being THE Wife Guy this season is something I did not expect
Like he has been since S3 but like it's dialled up even more this season which makes the upcoming affair with Penny even more sad
She said it!! Annus Horriblis! I will say I appreciate this speech from her it humanised her in the eye of the public after years of never saying anything
Girlies named their dogs after alcoholic drinks lmaoo love this for them
Living for the self awareness of being blamed for everything and for most things, it is true Lizzie
The way they said I love you and was like This is too middle class let's never do it again I'm screaming
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✰ it’s time to wake up, SIOBHAN “SHIV” ROY, you’ve been in cryosleep for too long and the people of SUCCESSION miss you. when you went into slumber you were THIRTY-THREE years old, your pronouns are SHE/HER, and you VOLUNTEERED for the cambria program. now that you’ve awoken, your position as a NEWS MANAGER is waiting for you. remember, the cambria one thanks you!
the basics;
NAME: Siobhan Roy
ALIAS(ES): Shiv
AGE: 33
PRONOUNS & GENDER: she/her & cis female
BIRTHDAY & ZODIAC: TBD & Sagittarius
FACECLAIM: Sarah Snook
AESTHETICS: Silk shirts; wine more expensive than rent; long red hair trimmings on the floor; looking at people out of the corner of her eyes; sunglasses and a hat to shield from sunburn
a deeper look;
BACKGROUND:
Shiv is going to be largely canon up to the end of current Succession canon. I’m going to do a canon write-up soon on a full biography page, but the last period of her life has been fraught with manipulation and betrayal. Her “marriage” to Tom Wambsgans was on the ropes, as well as her relationships with her father Logan & mother Caroline, though she’d finally come back together to work with her brothers, Kendall and Roman.
Full disclosure, she isn’t the greatest person; she was raised to treat most of life like a competition or battle, striving to squeeze the most benefit for herself out of situation. She was raised incredibly rich, with Waystar Royco & its billions — summer palaces in the Hamptons and a $20 million divorce settlement between her parents — and she hasn’t thusly got a lot of perspective on the struggles of people.
And if she thinks it will benefit her, Siobhan can (like most of her family) be incredibly ruthless. On one occasion she published a scathing opening letter with many details of the “issues” she saw in the life of her older-brother-then-rival, Kendall.
WEAPONS / POWERS / ABILITIES / SKILLS
The assets Shiv employs most regularly is her sharp intelligence — she would, if asked, call herself the smartest of the Roy siblings. A career in “spin doctoring” and campaign advising brought her success in rallying people, before movement into the company brought out a fiery leadership instinct.
While being known for being demanding and somewhat unforgiving, and having a preference to follow her own personal instinct to the detriment of others, when she finds the right people to work with, she can truly be a formidable asset to any team, keeping as much in hand as she possibly can. A capacity to phrase things very precisely led to a role in journalism on the Cambria One for her, though she desperately wants to unveil new information about the ship’s more . . . “political” sector, wherever she may find it.
GREATEST STRENGTH:
Her ability to make incredibly tough decisions with a rationality and ruthlessness very few could attest to match when it comes to pursuing the goals she has devoted herself to.
GREATEST WEAKNESS/FLAW:
Perhaps the fact that she’s internalised all her feelings regarding her self-esteem, and this can come out, conversely, in seeming to be too egotistical. Her father, Logan, was able to play upon these issues like a grand piano, and there’s no ruling out that the right person may be able to do so again.
ONE FEAR:
That everything she has done and tried to achieve will amount to nothing.
ONE HOPE:
That she will garner information and influence on board.
HEADCANON(S):
TBD
the questionnaire;
How does your character feel about being dropped into the Cambria program? Are they excited? Suspicious? Confused?
Suspicious that her volunteering for the Cambria program may have, in truth, been masterminded by one Logan Roy to get his would-be usurpers out of his way. She hasn’t found Kendall or Roman yet to support this hypothesis, but given the size of the ship and the number of people she’s seen running about, she’s not ruling it out just yet.
What does your character hope to see the most during the Cambria One’s journey?
Answers. Or a real-life Death Star, just because she could then rub it in Connor’s face that she had and he hadn’t.
If your character could bring one thing or person from home, what would it be?
She wouldn't. Attachments are risky. But maybe Roman.
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In February 1960, Snowdon, then known as Antony Armstrong-Jones, became engaged to the Queen's sister, Princess Margaret, and they married on 6 May 1960 at Westminster Abbey. The ceremony was the first royal wedding to be broadcast on television. Despite the enthusiasm of the public, some critics disapproved of a commoner marrying into the royal family. The couple made their home in apartments at Kensington Palace. He was created Earl of Snowdon and Viscount Linley, of Nymans in the County of Sussex, on 6 October 1961. The couple had two children: David, 2nd Earl of Snowdon, born 3 November 1961, and Lady Sarah, born 1 May 1964.
The marriage began to collapse early and publicly; various causes may have been behind the failure. On her side there was a penchant for late-night partying, while on Snowdon's part there was undisguised sexual addiction ("'If it moves, he'll have it', was the summing-up of one close friend.") "'[T]o most of the girls who worked in the Pimlico Road studio, there seemed little doubt that Tony was gay'. To which Tony responds: 'I didn't fall in love with boys – but a few men have been in love with me.'" The authorised biography by Anne de Courcy (2008) reveals a series of affairs with women, including a 20-year relationship with his mistress Ann Hills, and that Armstrong-Jones did not deny that he was bisexual.
In his 2009 memoir, Redeeming Features, British interior designer Nicholas Haslam claimed that he had an affair with Snowdon before the latter's marriage to Princess Margaret and that Snowdon had also been the lover of Tom Parr, another leading interior designer.
The couple remained married for eighteen years. "They were both pretty strong-willed and accustomed to having their own way, so there were bound to be collisions", according to de Courcy. His work also consumed a great deal of time. "She expected her husband to be with her more, but one of Tony's strongest motivations was work." The marriage was accompanied by drugs, alcohol, and bizarre behaviour by both parties, such as his leaving lists of "things I hate about you" for the princess to find between the pages of books she read. According to biographer Sarah Bradford, one note read: "You look like a Jewish manicurist and I hate you". When high society palled for Snowdon, he would escape to a hideaway cottage with his lovers or on overseas photographic assignments. "Most people, including the Royal Family, took his side." Among Snowdon's lovers in the late 1960s was Lady Jacqueline Rufus-Isaacs, daughter of the 3rd Marquess of Reading. In spite of her own affairs, Margaret was said to be particularly upset when hearing about this woman. They separated in 1976, and the marriage ended in divorce in 1978
He fathered a child with his married friends wife...
That was a messy marriage.
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‘Succession’: Tom and Shiv’s “Bitey” Game is the Horniest, Most Effed Up Thing They’ve Done Yet
Succession Season 4 Episode 6 “Living+” might have focused on Kendall’s (Jeremy Strong) make-it-or-break-it moment at a Waystar RoyCo Investor’s Day, but Tom (Matthew Macfadyen) and Shiv (Sarah Snook) stole the show. Last week, it seemed that the divorcing couple were still definitely attracted to each other. The two engaged in some gleeful hate-flirting at the GoJo retreat — with Tom noting…
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