#ARCHIE AS GODFATHER

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Remembering Alain Delon, David Handelman, Patt Shea and John Aprea

Here is my combined remembrance of a number of entertainers we lost this weekend:

Remembering Alain Delon 1935-2024

Delon with Marianne Faithful and Mick Jagger back in the day

French actor / producer / writer / director Alain Delon has died at 88. He was the very first actor to play Tom Ripley in the first film adaptation Purple Noon in 1960 among the many international films he starred in.

The link above is the obit from Hollywood Reporter.

Remembering David Handelman 1961-2024

Former Rolling Stone journalist turned TV writer David Handelman has died at 63. He wrote for RS in the 80s writing interviews and articles on Talking Heads, the Coen brothers, Motley Crue, the Kids in the Hall (one of the early articles about the Canadian comedy group in the U.S.), and Jane's Addiction. He ended up working with Kids in the Hall's Mark McKinney on a TV spec script, which lead to Handelman writing for TV shows like Sports Night (ABC 1998-2000) which lead to many more Aaron Sorkin collaborations, my favorite being Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip (NBC 2006-07).

The link above is the obit from Rolling Stone itself.

Remembering Patt Shea 1931-2024

TV writer Patt Shea has died at 93. She wrote a ton of shows for Norman Lear including episodes of The Jeffersons (from 1977-78), All in the Family (in 1979), and co-creating the spin-offs Archie Bunker's Place (CBS 1979-83) and Gloria (CBS 1982-83). Other TV shows she sometimes wrote for includes Happy Days, Valerie, The Golden Girls, and I Married Dora. That's quite a resume!

The link above is the obit from Hollywood Reporter.

Remembering John Aprea 1941-2024

Aprea in The Godfather Part II

Actor John Aprea has died at 83. His IMDB has over 100 acting titles, but he is most known for playing the Young Tessio in The Godfather Part II (Abe Vigoda was the older Tessio).

He was a frequent collaborator of Jonathan Demme's as well, appearing in small roles in Caged Heat, Crazy Mama, and his remake of The Manchurian Candidate (a film that featured quite a few Demme alumni). Other notable roles included Bullitt, New Jack City, The Game, as well as episodes of The Powers of Matthew Star, Three's a Crowd, and The Sopranos.

The link above is the obit from Hollywood Reporter.

[jhsharman]

Cindarella

An odd flub to make in one panel in the reprint. It is covered in every other panel.

And we move on and see the twist on the fairy tales comes out of Archie being a leg man instead of a foot fetish-ist.

[g1rlken]

too sweet 1.

Rupert Campbell Black x fem!Baddingham reader

Summary: niece to, godfather Tony Baddingham, returns back to Rutshire after finishing her studies as a lawyer in the city and finds herself in…several…situations at once

word count: 5.6k+

warnings: deceased parents, mild swearing

an: there will be 2-3 chapters to this and consider this like an introductory chapter

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Chopper fan whirled at a distance just above the grand lawn Tony Baddingham held another one of his evening tea grandeurs at. Some celebratory gathering for another show at Corinium, Rupert couldn’t care less but he had a knack for petty drama. The heads turned at the sound of the whirring, quite the way to crash a party. Bracing himself internally excited for the agitation on Tony’s face of someone disrupting his party like this he smirked at Bas, next to him, lazily rearranging his hung blazer by the crook of his finger over his shoulder. But Bas just shook his head, situational awareness as to who the person may be was about to bring Tony joy instead of annoyance.

Landing the chopper and out of it with a duffle bag across her shoulder the lady ran across the gardens to the public, Rupert’s intrigue at the unfolding scene turned to confusion as Tony’s face was lit up, “Y/n?!” He exclaimed pacing out to her and enlaced her into his arms. “I thought you were getting here tomorrow.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” She giggled returning his hug as the ever stone cold, ruthless Tony Baddingham was cheery like a child on a Christmas morning.

“Ah, kiddo!” He exclaimed, heartened by her gesture and surprise did have him. Kissing the top of her head he turned back to the party where everyone was staring at the interaction. “Y/n right here just got back from London….you send off your little darling girl and she comes back as a lawyer!” Tony flaunted announcing her surprise, putting his arm around shoulder just so proudly.

Rupert had no idea that the mystery Baddingham niece had grown so much. He had been aware of her existence and they had had brief meetings here and there but this was a new wonder to him. Watching her interact with the group, graciously. Exchanging hugs and small talks, sweet homecoming. “She is like the son Tony never had.” Basil commented letting out a puff of smoke which pulled Rupert out of his trance. “No offence.” Basil said in a small voice to Archie who did, get seemingly offended and dismissed himself with an eye roll. Basil simply shrugged that off.

“Swinging city ought to swing her back in no time.” Rupert replied, someone educated and meek seeming like her would not indulge in Rutshire chronicles for all.

“Oh no not this time, she is Corinium crown. Tony is placing all the Corinium lawsuits in her hands which is very trusting for him given this is first job.” Basil briefed Rupert of it, letting out a sigh.

“Family business eh?” Rupert commented as the two of them cackled at the same time, Tony’s values of family business were as grey as his morales. It did seem uncharacteristic for someone well educated and learned from London would work here under Lord Baddingham of all people.

“Tony has a will, should he fall under immediate tragedy…she is to inherit corinium.” Basil said with another inhale of his cigarette he couldn’t pan out of he was jealous or pitied the girl.

“Fuck off” Rupert said somewhat taken aback Tony even thought of something that far. Or the fact that he thought of inheriting that ugly business out to someone.

“Apparently it won’t die with him” Basil said with an exaggerated sigh, “And well…the darling girl gets whatever the darling girl wants. She has changed three boarding schools on whims, has had a chopper licence since 17 because she hates waiting for pilots, basically she was raised the same way as you if you were well educated.”

“I am well educated!” Despite of adhering the rest of information on the surprise guest’s life the last sentence really struck a nerve. Sure he did not have a law degree but he was educated enough.

“Precisely.” Basil said with a dismissive shrug “you do have good enough years on her just lack the Lord Baddingham influence.”

Rupert knew familial histories so well enough, especially with the ever poking Tony Baddingham. Whose elder brother and sister in law, y/n’s parents died in a tragic accident years ago. Leaving her with the eldest of the house, Tony as her godfather. “Godfather is as godfather does.”

“Had I been her godfather she would have turned out less of a cunt don’t you think?” Basil amused with a small smirk.

“She doesn’t seem like one.” Rupert answered, maybe she did not take so much after her godfather’s upbringing because Rupert was friends with her father initially, a respectably content man unlike Tony.

“Oh watch this” Basil said putting his cigarette out as he called after her. “Baby Angel! Long time no see” he said greeting her with a kiss on either side of her face well aware she did not like being referred to with such childish nicknames.

“My uncle from another grandfather.” She replied with a smile on her but it was more of a taunt.

“That relation has nothing to do with you yet you bring it almost every time!” Basil was irked to his core but he did not let it show, mirroring fake enthusiasm to be meeting her.

“Makes a good joke, doesn’t it?” She asked patting his shoulder with a unfazed smile. When Rupert clearing his throat redirected her attention.

“So nice to have you back.” Rupert said as he took her hand in his and planted a kiss on her knuckles, his eyes boring into hers as he let that ever intimate short lived gesture go on. She was quick to retrieve the hand.

“I am not sure I know who you are…” y/n trailed off as Rupert shared a puzzled look with his mate on the side. She may not have recollection to their brief meetings but simply being unaware of who he was? She let a beat of pause go on. “Please, I was kidding, Minister.” letting out a low chuckle she continued, “I just love the look of entitlement, ‘does she live under a rock! How dare she not know who I am!’”

“No, I’m sorry no I didn’t mean it as-“ Rupert began trying to make a save of yet another blow but she stopped him mid way. Just so bitter in the most caramel way possible this woman.

“oh no you don’t have to apologise and make it awkward” she shook her head slightly with as she interrupted him, “I get it. I too would want to be known well for my successful marriage and wobbly athletic career, wait or is it the other way around?” The joke was so well crafted even basil had to suppress a chuckle.

Rupert just started her, he had to take a moment to let that brutal joke in. He was at loss of words but not his charm as he shoved his hands into his pockets, “You have quite the humour there, angel.”

“It’s y/n.” for you, she didn’t say that part out loud and then excused herself as the gentlemen nodded at her exit.

“She obliterated you.” Basil commenced without looking at Rupert, he could bet the man rarely met someone to puncture his pride like this.

“You don’t say!” Rupert said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes, catching one last glance at her as she left them be.

-

The days went slow and hectic living back here for the new lawyer. She found it easy to deal with her uncle most of the time, she had done so all her life and contrary to popular belief he wasn’t as difficult, that was until she had to work for him…telling herself that this is her first job and the ringing words that not-everyone-gets-such-opportunity-handed-out-to-them. Fresh out of college she was just finding it hard to settle into workspace that was all. She had to keep reassuring herself.

“Morning uncle! Can we talk?” She said as she caught Tony hurriedly putting on his blazer for the day.

“Yes darling what is it?” He answered as he sat down on the small chair by the shoe rack to put on his shoes. Straightening his socks as he prompted the girl to go on.

“All these…cases. I have gone through 39 case files this entire time. Don’t you think that’s a bit of an alarming number?” She asked leaning against the staircase pillar.

“Are you sure you aren’t adding legal notices with case files?” Tony inquired, somewhat unfazed with the number he was briefed upon.

“No of course not” she said with a blank expression that he assumed she wouldn’t know to differentiate notices form cases, “Legal notices are somewhat…more alarming.”

“How so?” He scoffed as he lazily tied the laces of his boots.

“I can’t talk to you about this in the office, but have you by any chance committed tax frauds?” Y/n asked keeping her tone light not to sound accusing because she believed he wouldn’t obviously be doing that.

“By any chance?” He asked with a stifled laugh as though finding it absurd that it wasn’t already given. “Oh you sweet summer child. Tax frauds are a part of my business strategy—any business strategy. Matter of fact it’s my favourite hobby”

The colour in her face neatly drained at that admission. She was waiting for him to drop the sarcastic act and scold her as to why she would even bother to ask him such a question. He would surely never do such a thing, she kept waiting and waiting for a several moments for him to tell her otherwise. Leaving her wide eyed and stunned, “are you not joking?”

“Why would I be joking about money like that?” He asked and this time he was genuine with his tone which was even worse.

“Corinium has received a notice-! That is serious…thank god it is our first notice and came in my attendance, that near blind Ancient Greek grandfather of a lawyer Mr. Barnes would have practised sudoku on it and threw it in the trash!” She referred to the Corinium lawsuit ‘team’ which was a few of trainee students and this extremely outdated Mr. Barnes.

“Now Mr. Barnes has been with us for all these years and Corinium has never seen a dark day.” Tony shrugged, “and what really is a notice? A piece of paper at the end of the day.”

“By the government.” Y/n emphasised adding to his sentence feeling more and more distressed at the weight of this conversation. “I can push back one more notice, then another one but after that they could freeze our accounts and all provisions until we pay it back with the appropriate fine.”

“How much is it anyways?” Tony asked with an exasperated sigh as though he wasn’t aware how much he had evaded.

“It is a number so big I can’t even fathom so say it out loud.” She said leaning off of the staircase pillar. “…and I talked to the accounting team, turns out we are already in debt? Which makes us in triple debt.”

“As long as it’s not bankruptcy” Tony said with a breath of exhale, as he stood up. But she didn’t answer and just looked at him, silence speaking way more than any other way she could have conveyed that. “It is not bankruptcy…right?”

“It…could be.” She said with a downcast look which was enough to send the man into a spiral. Kicking the shoe stand he facepalmed himself.

“FUCK” he nearly roared but so used to his antics like this the girl barely flinched, he was a visual representation of her inner turmoil.

“Don’t speak of this to anyone at the office…it’s not a tax fraud. You don’t know a tax fraud—admission is like digging your grave. I could buy us time push the notice further back but just be nonchalant about it.” She advised him, he seemed to not be digesting it well.

“Can we call this a tax mistake? Do a jury duty? Put on a shitshow or something?” Tony proposed as he was pacing back and forth.

She let a moment slip by for him to reconsider that prospect before coming up with an answer, this isn’t kindergarten: she wanted to tell the man. “It’s the government…” she trailed off hoping that held some account for him.

“Right right yes.” Tony nodded hoping that could go on, all these years they haven’t received a notice to the extent of bankruptcy but perhaps this is all the years pilling up then?

“We can find a way out yeah? Just go to work like it’s any other day and don’t mention to anyone. Especially not that hag Mr. Barnes” She instructed her uncle as he left with a distasteful mood. Leaving her with similar with addition of distress for the problem at hand as well.

In order to clear her mind, fresh air ought to make do being the freest source perhaps. Strolling about the stables she came upon the horses, her long forgotten hobby of polo. Quite the phase, basil had picked up what put down so the horses were well kept. Initially she had just taken herself out for a walk, then it was a horse ride and somehow some way she had just found her way back to the old polo practise ground. She thought of blowing the dust away from her polo days, practising on the side lines leaning over with the mallet. Swinging the ball from the top of the saddle, recalling the way she was taught.

Y/n was out of the main pitch for others to be practising because she was just doing swing practise on the horse and didn’t want to get in the middle of bigger runs going on at the side. It was somewhat earlier in the morning still, not crowded at all you could say. People mainly practiced in teams at the ground.

Regardless, to her blossoming luck another such practiser was present at the same time. Rupert, the silhouette from afar was perhaps Bas to him since he recognised whose horse it was. Wanting to rile him up for banter, he sped up Rocky in the other horse’s, (supposedly Bas’s) direction. As he got nearer and nearer he realised that wasn’t actually Basil but it was his horse though, he was confused but Rocky spun around so fast the other horse neighed, swaying to the side in a frantic state. Which causes the rider, y/n to loose her balance as she fell off the saddle into the ground.

Rupert quickly retrieved the strings from Rocky’s saddle as he looked back, by now he had recognised exactly who he had mistaken basil for and felt uncharacteristically bad, “I am so so sorry my love I thought you were bas-“ he said as he paced towards her trying to hold her up from her arms but she was quick to yank away and stand up herself.

“Piss off.” It wasn’t that hard of a fall, but today had begun off to such a poor start she had come here to clear her head and yet fell on her face. By him, of all people.

“It was a mistake, it wasn’t my intention that you fall—are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asked refraining from touching her but leant in closer bending a bit to her frame to examine if she was hurt bad or not?

“I am fine.” She said with an exhale, brushing off dirt from her clothes and taking a step back, curt reply and a frown on her face. Y/n realised she did not have to tolerate this bloke since they were not in a societal setting.

“You know you don’t have to hold your uncle’s disdain towards me? We are both completely different people are we not?” He said trying to make direct conversation to get to the root of her problem with him.

“I don’t hold his disdain against you.” She said, this man was so out of touch almost as if no one had ever not kissed his arse in every conversation that he’s had.

“Then why must you act so crude.” He pointed out as he crossed his arms casually.

“You just made me fall off my horse when I was on the sidelines.” Y/n replied with a raise of her brow to the obviousness in her answer and she did get his point, she did hold disdain against him. It just baffled her that everyone did not.

She had been around for over a month now and every party or run ins the both would have with another she subjected such scrutiny of his character over and over again. Uncalled for insults when he didn’t even say anything to prove that in the first place. He knew that she was aware what he was referring to, “I meant in retrospect, it’s like you have it out for me.”

“Have you considered that you may not be as likeable as you think?” She pondered straight the saddle strings back in its place as she pet her horse to calm down after the quite figurative jump-scare.

“See, see you’re doing it again!” Rupert pointed out exclaiming as if it would win him some reputation in her eyes.

“I just don’t want to entertain conversations with you” scoffing as she looked away from him stepping forward to the horse gently caressing the slope of its face.

Following her steps Rupert did the same and got in front of her eye sight again, “afraid you might find me likeable if you did?” He said

reciprocating her action of caressing the horse, putting his hand just a bit above hers “perhaps more than likeable?”

“I’m afraid of wasting my time because you disinterest me and bore me to death.” Replying plainly she withdrew her hand and maintained an arm’s length distance yet again. This time she ought to exit before this man ruins her pre-ruined day even more.

“Come on, my love it was only a joke.” He sighed with his classic charismatic smirk on his face as he watched her get on the horse. She didn’t even deem him worthy enough for her last word as she muttered a curse word under her breath and turned away with her horse leaving him to himself and Rocky.

-

A week since the tax scandal at Corinium, moreover a week since the scandal had come to light to the newest and the only functional lawyer the company had ever had. All the paperwork, the account meets, crippling debt to the company really distressed her to no end, obviously there was an entire family fortune at stake.

Announcing hurried and frantic presence at Basil’s pub, calling after him on the slowest hour of the day. “Basil!” She exclaimed, depending upon the day she added the term uncle optionally, today was not that sort of a day.

“In here” the man answered lazily, yet again to add to her marvellous day Rupert was present with him. Lounging by the window as basil was on the barstool, drinks and smokes.

If she were to conclude that the two of them came in a package deal she wouldn’t be wrong. “How much is the revenue for this place?”

“If you are looking to partner up with him, get back in line because I was the first to propose that and I have already been refused.” Rupert commented as the pair of best mates shared a snicker. Every time he would study y/n that week, it would seem like the weight of the world she was carrying on her shoulders was increasing more and more.

“Another family business you want to get into baby angel?” Basil asked leaning back on his seat, couldn’t miss the joke despite the urgency in her tone.

“No, I am seriously asking you.” She told him as she opened the file, tucked to het arm side. To recalculate something, the pile of pages she had filed were humongous. “What is the revenue?”

Basil just laughed, unapologetically and looked at Rupert who could not hold it back either. Both of them laughing like some inside joke she wasn’t in on, “Revenue? For this place?” Rupert laughed even harder “you know it’s adorable that you walk about in Knightsbridge tailored suits and blazers and that inherent frown but these big words…” he laughed catching his breathe. Basil said “Revenue” again and he lost his composure the second time.

“You earn nothing from this place?” She inquired from basil completely disregarding Rupert’s opinion.

“Not yet, this place is a passion project.” Basil explained vaguely which basically meant zero revenue.

“We are the ones who usually drink up everything, then there’s those prekend parties, the weekends, Monday blues, terrible things Tuesday and Wednesday is off mainly yeah?” Rupert recollected the entire schedule for Basil’s ‘passion project’.

“But it’s still got potential, besides it was never intended for income”Basil said with a dismissive shrug.

Could not be bothered more to be dragged into this family business mess further, adhering this information was reason enough why they were nearly bankrupt. “Bas, can you just go back home and explain that to uncle Tony it’s a bit urgent.”

“Sure is” Basil said making no attempt to move from his seat and leave home to visit Tony.

“No it, is.” She emphasised again, had the place any financial potential that conversation would not be difficult to be relayed on Tony but since that wasn’t the case, Basil can have at it and explain himself. “Urgent as in, if the only revenue this shithole brings is by selling the place, then we are selling the place. And if you mean to change that you have to go and have that conversation for yourself.”

“What could be urgent to that extent?” Rupert asked puzzled and the scenario because Lord Baddingham was not at all into having business conversations with his dear younger brother so it must not be business. Not at this extent anyways.

“Can you stop treating your nose like your cock and stop poking it everywhere?” Y/n retaliated very rudely this time to a simply curios question. But she could not care this was the third button he had pushed in the same conversation.

Alarmed and frustrated at that Basil stood up with a heavy side from his seat finally. “Y/n don’t be uncouth.” He corrected her as if that held any weight for her.

“No offence taken.” Rupert said lighting up a cigarette regardless, he was used to the uncalled for dialogues now.

Basil went ahead to grab his coat and remembered a set of instruction, “also, Tony happens to have fired the stable staff for some apparent reason now do not forget to put the horses back in there place properly. Ryder and Ranger have wandered off twice because of you!”

“—because of me?” She did not take well to any kind of accusation, true or false.

“Yes! You.” He said as he put on his coat to leave ever so urgently. “Horse of the week is one thing but must you take a different variety out everyday?”

“Hypocritical how you didn’t have the same sentiments with your friend here and women. Could’ve saved a marriage or two…” and trailed off to dismiss and pass around the blame. Knowing he couldn’t win this Rupert just rolled his eyes exhaling puff of smoke, as did Basil. Accepting his defeat and exiting the revenue-less place.

She walked across the bar counter to get herself a soda, sugar rush would not help her nerves but it could at least try. Not drinking on the job nor in general. Popping the soda can she came across the island again, “you know love if you plan to carry the weight of the world all the time you might want something stronger than that.”

“I am still working.” She told him in between big sips from the can, without even bothering to look at him.

“Running Tony’s errands is work?” Rupert amused trying to hold her short gazes. Ever insulting and poking conversation that he had with her seemed to pull him to her, but to what end? He couldn’t clarify himself.

“This, this isn’t an errand. I am collecting possible family incomes and land worths to keep the company afloat. Basil would tell you anyways so fuck it, Corinium is on the verge of bankruptcy and this pub, two out of seven helicopters because Tony wouldn’t budge, the old abandoned garden on the other side of town…they all could barely make ends meet and the amount of notices I push and write back to everyday is ridiculous-“

The mention of old garden made him interrupt her in a second, “you don’t mean the garden, the one by the stream do you?”

“Yes, that one…” she trailed off with little significance to its name. “God willing someone buys that stupid chunk of land.”

“You can’t possibly consider selling that off y/n, that was your father’s favourite place.” Rupert mentioned, well away Tony would have filled her ears of the fact that the old garden land was insignificant to keep his greedy share of the helicopters. “That is your true inheritance.”

“How would you know that?” She asked with a hesitant scoff, how could he be more informed of her father’s favourite places in this town. If so her uncle would have told her.

“I was close friends with him at one point, that stream…the wonders of it in the summer were other worldly. He loved that place like a second house.” Rupert told her and the sense of genuine admiration in his voice made her think otherwise.

“You were?” Y/n was confused, having lost her parents at a formative age she did not know much about either of them other than relatives telling her. “What was he like?” She asked not like suspecting him or cross checking but for actual enlightenment.

“He was a force of nature, everyone’s problems were his problems, he would jump in head first to help out anyone. Even people he barely knew.” He narrated reminiscing about the man, “A senior to your uncle, me, even bas…so wilful and steady in his mind, he poured his soul into everything.” He paused to let that sink in, by studying the look on her face it was new information to her. “It was after your birth I saw him less and less, I’d just started off training back then I barely came here. He was very fond of you, your mother too. Their loss was truly tragic…they would have been very proud of you, though you take after your uncle.”

His words were very heartwarming and captivating until he compared her to Tony, her uncle was very dear to her but he knew Rupert did not mean it that way. He only meant to highlight the bad bits of Lord Baddingham and associated her in the very same poor light. “Right, thanks.” She replied abruptly to stop him from going any further. A trip in the past to meet the characters of her parents at the cost of harsh perception of his eyes. No thanks. “I have to get going.”

-

The entire day after that amongst the pre existing mess, y/n thought of Rupert’s words. He did not even know her so well yet he associated her to be taking after Tony, as though carved out of all his evil. She did not turn a blind eye to her uncle’s flaws. She had been hyper aware of those even growing up. She knew how everyone else saw the man, cold and deceptive. Is that how Rupert saw her? She pondered to herself out for a walk at night, did it matter what he thought of her? Surely not. But it did not cease to bother her, she held her own obvious reasons of him being a deceitful, boastful and arrogantly proud man against him. But she was none of that? She wasn’t any of Tony’s vices either. Then why must he characterise her as such. She came upon the wide open stable doors on her stroll out and noticed Ryder missing from his place. “Oh gods not again.” She sighed heavily, realising she forgot to put him in his place properly again and the horse wandered off.

Couldn’t have gone so far, y/n thought to herself hugging her cardigan closer to herself as she walked through nearly three estates looking for the stallion. “Ryder!” She exclaimed wearily having no success of his sight so far.

“He wandered off again?” Rupert’s voice asked from behind as he approached from his gardens. All the sights but the godforsaken horse.

“Yeah…” she trailed off with a deep exhale meaning to squirm out of this conversation as fast as she could.

But he would not let her, “how long have you been looking for?” He asked walking up to her, in his gardens it was almost as if the crazy what-ifs in his mind were appearing outside.

“Not so long, it is alright I will find him” she replied with a courteous smile and nodded meaning to walk out his beloved property.

“Not so long and you just happen to end up here in my gardens, calling out for a rider?” Rupert said with a flirtatious undertone, she never entertained this behaviour which motivated him to do it more.

“Ryder is his name.” She said emphasising on the proper noun even though he knew that initially. “And you aren’t the 8th wonder of the world for me to walk across three estates to come and see on such a cold hour of the day.”

“I could potentially sue you for trespassing” He quipped proposing a hoax threat just to get under her skin.

“And I would gladly surrender, one gets 4 months for trespassing I would gladly fight for 4 more so I don’t have to see your smug face nor be in this hellhole!” She exclaimed draining out all her pent up frustrations altogether.

“Oh darling take a breath” he guided her motioning an inhale himself. “Do you want to come in for a drink?”

“Fuck off!” Letting out a frustrated huff she sighed slumping her shoulders “i don’t even like you, matter of fact I don’t even like talking to you and you do this every time” she said closing the distance between them pointing at his chest. “You-you get in my head you plant all these ridiculous doubts that someone like me should not be taking from you. I’m nothing like my uncle, I’m also nothing like you! I’m not like those wives of emotionally depriving husbands that are swooned by you! I personally, despise you!”

“You might not be any of those things but I am a very emotionally invested in you, I am swooned by you, you! You are at fault. You get not only inside my head but my heart and you’ve walked all over my sense of self and peace! You treat me so poorly and I’m this enthralled by you and yet you starve me of your good side-you starve me of your genuine smile and your laughter—“ he went on letting his pent up feelings all out because she got confrontational.

“Stop it-stop it I don’t want to hear this” she said turning away to leave knowing well enough this was another one of his jests and unserious remarks to toy with her. But he tugged her to himself holding her by her wrists.

“No you will hear this, personally, I despise you too!” Rupert repeated her words gripping both of her hands in just one, bringing them to his heart, “You make my heart beat so much faster and then you speak of me like I ought no hold no value in your world-“

“Stop talking—!” She wanted him to stop talking yet each one of his words were getting engraved in her brain. The sleep of this night, should it come will be long bothered by this very scene replaying over and over and the worst part was that she did not want to back away from him. How easily he held her to himself and how right she fight in his stature, so unknown to her composure.

“-that hurts. And it hurts that I hold such strong feelings that are so insignificant to you. It is perhaps not your fault but my foolish heart to fall for someone so taken to their own world—“

Before he could go on talking more and more she crashed her lips onto his raising a bit on her toes to reach up to his face. Rupert did stop talking, in the best way possible in his idea, smiling into the kiss he let go off her wrists and held her closer by her waist, placing his other hand by face. Deepening the kiss as he poured all his feelings out. Y/n held him, gripping his shirt for support as the two shared a overdramatised, angsty, passion filled kiss.

Situational bliss could last only for so long as y/n pulled away, to catch a breath, their eyes boring into each other. Even though reaching back to her senses…he did not let her out of his embrace yet. Sharing a moment in tranquil silence with the drum of their hearts beating in their ears. “No…” she trailed off with a heavy sigh breaking eye contact with him, “I have to go” she said pulling away.

It was no use calling out for her to wait because she was already sprinting away. Quite literally. All he could do was watch her leave and think to himself, she is going to be the death of me.

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SORRY if this is fast paced man I am v fond of this format for some reason…next parts soon enough

@counterculture-aesthetic @nebulastarr @melancholicandmessy @sleepyyizzy @yentroucnagol

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[brf-rumortrackinganon]

He is not the end-all-be-all to William that people keep making him out to be.

People are not making him that, it's William who is making him that!

If Kate can make a speech about Heads Together without mentioning Harry's name when he was definitely part of it then what's stopping William from doing the same?

Heads Together...you mean the charity that Kate dreamt up herself and onto which Harry only cosigned?

Please, anon. Tell me: how many times has William made Harry the center of his universe?

Because the examples you, and/or the anons who think like you, keep citing actually have bigger significance:

The Windsor Walkabout: William put country and his late grandmother's memory before himself.

Reposting birthday wishes: KP was following royal protocol. If they gave 40th birthday greetings to Meghan, they're going to do it for Harry.

Mentioning Harry in a recorded interview with other people present: WIlliam acknowleding Diana's influence and work to teach them about their privilege for helping others.

#Kategate and all the wild conspiracy theories: That had nothing publicly to do with Harry and William's choice not to have KP intervene had nothing to do with Harry.

So tell me. Fill me in. You're claiming to be the expert here, so you share your evidence. Cite your sources. When has William made Harry the endgame? When has William prioritized Harry over his wife and children?

Was it the time that William let Harry make all the decisions about George and Charlotte? (That didn't happen. What actually happened was that William confronted Harry and told him that George and Charlotte weren't his responsibility?

Was it the time William allowed Harry to visit Kate after her shocking hospitalization and cancer diagnosis? (He didn't and Harry told everyone that William wouldn't take his call.)

Was it the time that William confided in Harry about Kate's cancer diagnosis? (He didn't; Harry found out the same time as the rest of the world.)

Was it the time that William refused titles and styles for his children because Harry's children didn't get them automatically at birth? (That didn't happen.)

Was it the time that William/KP leaked how Meghan made Kate cry? (Because if William was prioritizing Harry, then he would've buried that story.)

Was it the time that William rescheduled his and Kate's garden party with the cousins so they could all go to Harry's Invictus Games thing? (That didn't happen.)

Was it the time William demanded the BRF let Harry and Meghan into the official procession for the 2020 Commonwealth Service? (Because that didn't happen. That's what Harry wanted - he wanted to be in the official procession and by William and Kate sitting down, they refused to give Harry want he wanted.)

Was it when William decided not to announce his own program in conservation and environmentalism after Harry announced Travalyst? (That definitely didn't happen.)

Was it when William declined to be in a heirs photo without Harry and Archie included? (That didn't happen.)

Was it when William moved his family back to central London from Norfolk because Harry was lonely and missed him? (That didn't happen.)

Was it when William forced Kate to reschedule Charlotte's christening so Harry could be there? (That didn't happen, and Harry missed the christening because he was seconded to Australia.)

Was it when Wiliam wanted Harry to be one of his kids's godfathers, who cares what Kate wanted? (That didn't happen; Harry isn't any of the kids's godfather, which is quite a statement to make. Neither are Pippa and James godparents for the matter, anyway.)

Was it when William cleared house and fired his entire press office because Harry had concerns they were leaking to Dan Wootton? (That didn't happen, and later, William actually promoted the person Harry accused of leaking.)

So tell me, anon. When, where, and how did William make Harry the end-all-be-all to his future monarchy?

[sleepingzs]

mcl new gen ep. 2: where to find our fairy godfather (Uncle Archi) >>

Go to the break area before giving your summary to devon! :>

Correct answer > Yes, but nevermind... are you okay?

[firemenenthusiast]

casual reminder that archie’s a godfather to someone’s child so that basically confirms our dilf archie/farleigh agenda

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

What a toxic couple. Always plotting to use other people's happiness or sorrow to make it all about them.

The Sun: "Archie's" godfather's wedding 🙄

It's all William's fault we weren't invited 🙄

Dumb & Dumber

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Is Hugh Grosvenor really Archies godfather? Or is more lies from Meghan Markle? Lets find out by u/Ruth_Lily

Is Hugh Grosvenor really Archie’s godfather? Or is more lies from Meghan Markle? Let’s find out Previous to the Duke of Westminister‘s wedding where Harry & Meghan are NFI, Hugh was the actual godfather of Prince George Hugh Grosvenor did not invite Harry & Meghan to his weddingMeghan has been burning up pr saying that Hugh Grosvenor, who is superrich, was Archie’s godfather.However a simple search which shows that previous to this wedding that they are NFI to, that Meghan had previously pr released the names of who the godparents are to Vanity Fair“Mark DyerTiggy PettyferCharlie van Straubenzee They’re all confirmed, that leaves 2 moreVanity Fair thinks the rest are Markle’s friends“Lindsay Roth and Genevieve Hills“https://ift.tt/hdNn8b6 & Country also not mentioning Hugh Grosvenor in this articlehttps://https://ift.tt/qF70rNA since the wedding kerfluffle, and the Harkles being NFI, suddenly Hugh is one of Archie’s godparents, according to Meghan’s endless expensive daily pr.From December 2023, the Times now mentions Hugh Grosvenor being Archie’s godparent, for the first time everhttps://https://ift.tt/1BoYZz6 that means that Meghan would only have possibly 1 godparent/friend on her list of godparents for Archie.Perhaps not even that.Do we believe this? She’s obviously trying to h*t the very wealthy Hugh Grosvenor over the h*ad with this, and her anger….but I’m not sure it’s even true. Just because she SAYS it’s true & keeps pr releaing it over and over doesn’t make it true. This is how she does manifesting pr/pressure PR. Idiots like Harry crumble in the face of this kind of PR…. post link: https://ift.tt/ekO0p7n author: Ruth_Lily submitted: May 28, 2024 at 03:50AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[seriouslysam8]

Will we be getting an Alew update this weekend, Sam? 🥺 *Maybe we could even get a sneak peek...

Hopefully. It's nearly finished, but there's just one scene that is giving me trouble. Plus, I think I need a filler scene with this chapter. A nice fluffy filler scene, if you catch my drift. 😬😬😬

Chapter Seven: Abditory

Marlene lounged on the sofa, her feet resting in Sirius’ lap. A book about wards sat propped up on her ankle. While one hand held the book steady, Sirius’ other rubbed along her calf. Her hand rubbed along her large bump as her head lolled to the side. Harry and Archibald scampered around the parlor chasing after a toy Snitch. Ole Archie would jump up to bat it closer to Harry. Although, Marlene suspected Harry didn’t need the help. He seemed to have no problems catching the little play Snitch he received for Christmas. Marlene wondered if they should get him a real one to practice with.

After nearly four months of living with Sirius and Marlene, Harry seemed completely at ease in his new environment. Her heart felt full knowing they had done that. They had brought Harry back to the happy kid he had been after such a traumatic event. With the Snitch in his hand, Harry turned towards the sofa. He grinned at Marlene before he dashed over to the sofa, his wild dark hair bouncing on his head.

“Mawlee!” Harry chirped.

Marlene touched his arm, smiling up at him. “Yes, love?”

“Mawlee, cweams!” Harry replied, his big green eyes sparkling.

Sirius sighed at the request, his head shaking. While Harry shared her sweet tooth, Sirius did not. With Marlene’s latest pregnancy craving consistently being bourbon creams, she wondered if he was growing tired of always buying them in bulk.

“Oh. Love, we’re all out,” Marlene said in a sad tone, her bottom lip protruding out. “They’re all gone.”

Harry’s little face fell at the realization. 

“If only you had a sucker for a godfather,” Marlene teased.

A sly smile crossed Harry’s face as he turned towards Sirius. “See-See! See-See!”

Sirius looked up from his book, a crooked smile crossing his face. “Your godmother is a bad influence on you.”

Marlene shifted her feet so she could poke him with her toes. “Are you really going to deny your children some very delicious biscuits? Not only does Harry want some, but the baby does as well.”

Sirius let out a bark-like laugh, dog-earring the page he was on. “Are you sure it’s the baby who wants bourbon creams and not you?”

Marlene rubbed the top of her bump. “Which one would make you want to go out and get some more?”

[cybernightart]

Bonnie brothers Au

(The bear family)

Okay, so there's going to be a lot of talking that's just going to be a general summary of the beginning of the bear family becoming a little family unit, but under all that there's going to be a bunch of drawings. So if you just want to look at the drawings, scroll down lol.

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As mentioned in one of @bxnnie-bxwl 's recent posts, in this AU the main bear family consists of Wilfred(FNAF 1 Freddy), Alfred (FNAF 2 withered Freddy), and Freddy!(FNAF SB glamrock Freddy)

Wilfred is the single father to his son Freddy, who he had at a very young age, having him dropped off on his doorstep one day out of the blue accompanied by only a note from wilfred's ex saying how this is his son and that she never wants to hear from him or his son again and that she does not want him. The now freshly 20-year-old Wilfred is on his own in a very small apartment, working a minimum wage restaurant job which doesn't make enough money to support him and a newborn baby, though he tries his best.

Wilfred being an orphan himself couldn't bear (hehe bear) to give his son away but he felt like he had no option after months of trying and trying and barely being able to scrape by with it all coming to a head when he is unable to forward feeding this growing cub who with everyday needs more and more food pretty much. And the last thing he wants to do is to put his son up for adoption due to his absolutely horrible experiences in the orphanage he was at, but the auction seemed more and more like the only one. The more he sat there and cried as he cradled this baby in his arms alone in his apartment.

That is until the doorbell went.

Wilfred caught up to open the door to see if it was there. I wanted to see his neighbor Alfred standing there with a box of food in his hands, and pretty much without saying a word came in. Gave Wilfred the food he'd been holding as Wilfred had not been properly feeding himself for the past few months in order to feed Freddy, and with ease took over looking after little baby Freddy while Wilfred was actually able to get some sleep for the first time in months.

Over the next few years. Alfred became more and more like family, eventually becoming the official godfather to Freddy and filling in the role of a grandparent for him. Allowing Wilfred to go to work. And earn the money he needs in order to support him and his son along with the support of Alfred as well, who works as a gardener and beekeeper. Alfred taught Freddy multiple things growing up, including being the one to introduce him to singing and performing music. Other things Alfred taught him included many wiccan practices, and other forms of witchcraft which Freddy ended up taking up an interest in and continuing to practice by himself as he got older.

When Freddy was around 5, Wilfred was given the restaurant that he worked at by the owners who were retiring and trusted him to continue on the restaurant as they believed the business would be in good hands with him. This significantly helped the family income and allowed them to move into a bigger family home, instead of the one bedroom apartment where Wilfred had been sleeping on the couch for many, many years as he had given the only bedroom to Freddy.

When Freddy was little he would come to work with Wilfred from time to time and help him wait tables where he got given his own little tray where he would carry a singular drink or side dish so he could feel like he was helping, the customers absolutely loved this and would end up tipping Wilfred More, as well as tipping Freddy. This resulted in Freddy amassing a decently large sum of money which he used to take his friends to the local arcade, sweet shoppe, toy store, and more.

Speaking of friends! Freddy's childhood friends consisted of Chloe (glamrock chica) who was the daughter of chica, A fellow business owner who runs a local bakery who is very close friends with Wilfred. Archie(basically glamrock foxy), who is the son of Captain foxy, a local fisherman who pretty much has a monopoly over the entirety of the fish market for the bear district, who is also very close friends with Wilfred. And lastly, Felix (Funtime Freddy)! The one friend Freddy was able to make in school, as one day Felix saw Freddy getting picked on by some of the other bears and decided to stand up for the little bear. Felix being a polar bear was very intimidating for the other bear cubs who had been picking on Freddy so they quite quickly left him alone. This then created a lifelong friendship between the two.

I will go into more of the story beyond this point in later posts as this is already getting quite long, but now it's time for the drawings! (Primarily of Freddy and Wilfred) I will say though in the future not only will it include how Freddy meets the rest of the future band, how he and Bowie (glamrock Bonnie) meet and fall in love, The pure chance meeting of Wilfred and Brooks (FNAF 1 Bonnie), and another family member of the bear household who has a very dark past and has very mysterious ties to Wilfred/Freddy and Even somehow connects back to Bonnie's family and a tragedy that occurred many many years ago 👀👀👀

Quick additional info!

•Alfred is a Kodiak bear

•Wilfred and Freddy are Cambrian brown bears

•Wilfred and Freddy speak Spanish as their "first" language with English being their technical second.

•All bears speak bearish as their legitimate first language being the language that they're able to speak from the moment they can make noise when they're born. This consists of the normal bear sounds, including growling,huffing, barking,woofing, jaw pops, chuffs, hissing, squeaking, and even purring! The types of noises they can make are dependent on the species of bear they are, as each species of bear has slight variations of noises they can make.

•Also bears in this world live in more isolated communities almost entirely consisting of only other bears, This is due to the rest of the species in the world Fearing bears and what they're capable of as they have still retained a lot of their sheer strength and power and physical capabilities that they're original form of animal had. They're also feared due to the spreading of false and greatly exaggerated rumors about how violent and dangerous bears are in this universe. This is led to bears being very discriminated against and bears themselves isolating themselves in fear of scaring or hurting the others around them. Even though, despite their large size for a majority of them, they are no more dangerous than anyone else in the world. However, these biases and misconceptions still remain.

THE ART!!!!

Here is wilfred's design! Seems like a relatively normal guy, though he does seem to have a distinct marking over his eye and the side of his face 👀

Here is a cute little pen doodle I did of Wilfred and little Freddy! (This drawing of Freddy still gives me cuteness aggression)

Some Papa bear and baby bear activities ✨

Baby Freddy in his little space themed PJs 😭🥺<3

And here is a side by side comparison of Wilfred (age 40) and Freddy (age 20) rocking the same outfit!

A cute little doodle I did of the bear fam together on a day out. Here you can see a side by side comparison of the giant size of Alfred being a Kodiak bear(8ft tall), compared to Wilfred who is a Cambrian brown bear (6.8ft), and the lil sleepy baby Freddy XD

Here are some additional doodles!

I wonder who he could be? And... my that plushie does look very familiar... Strange how it resembles *****...

HAHAH- gay

[claireofluxembourg]

I have a PhD on Aristo Friends from the University of Cambridge lmaooooo

Can you share some of that knowledge lol? Do you know what happened to them after they all stopped partying and left the spotlight to start families? They're all so quiet I only thought Guy Pelly probably had to sell his nightclubs to be suitable to be Louis' godfather

Well, they're all married now, boring people in their 40's lmaooo

Guy and Lizzy are mostly in the USA.

I used to follow Zoe Warren on insta (because sometimes I do yoga for my menstrual cramps and anxiety) but she deleted her account a million years ago, however she has another site, Peachy with Zoe, I think she and Jakie divide their time between London and Hampshire, where the family business is (Jakie is involved in races, much like his grandfather, dear old Porchie was. They were the Queen's race managers)

Skippy and Lara are in the USA. He works as CCO of Afiniti. Lara is a Software Manager but idk where she works.

My husband Hugh is a Duke and a Billionaire and he does what Billionaire Dukes do. Billions. Soon to be married and not to me, how dare he.

Lady Edwina (Hugh's sister) and her husband live in London. She works on prison reform.

The Van Cutsems are all over the place. Edward married Tamara Grosvenor, Hugh's other sister (lol) and they have 3 kids, he’s King Charles' godson. Hugh married an Astor and their daughter Grace is William's goddaughter and their son Charles was Charles' page of honour. Nicholas is Louis' godfather and his daughter Florence is Henry's goddaughter. And last but not least William is godfather of George.

Thomas van Straubenzee (or Van) is in my honest opinion William's best friend. He married Missy Percy in what we consider one of the tackiest aristo weddings ever (her tiara was crooked and it was... well, interesting) but they divorced not long after. He remarried to one of George and Charlotte's school teachers and he's the godfather of Charlotte. Charlie as you know is Archie's godfather and possibly the only friend that's still on speaking terms with Harry. Their brother Henry had a car accident and died and they hold a Christmas Carol concert in his honour every year.

If you have questions about a specific Aristo let me know and I'll tell you.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I've seen some Sussex fans claim that William was the one who leaked Hugh being Archie's godfather because Roya was the one who wrote it? what do you think?

It's convenient for Sussex fans to ignore that Harry leaked to reporters more than William did.

But let's pretend to look at this analytically.

What purpose would it serve William to leak this information? What does he gain? Absolutely nothing. What does he lose? Absolutely nothing. The only benefit William gets for leaking this is pissing Harry and Meghan off. And that's probably the last thing William wants to do because he knows they'll turn their anger on Kate.

What purpose would it serve Harry to leak this information? What does he gain? What does he lose?

He gets leverage to guilt William - aka 'you're not important to me anymore.'

He may have done it to preempt Meghan's 'no'.

He may have done it to preempt Hugh's 'no.'

He may have have done it to leverage favors from Hugh...because Hugh has money and Harry does not.

That's one piece of the puzzle. The other piece of the puzzle is privacy.

William and Harry are both keen on having their privacy. But only one of them actually means it; William. Only one of them actually respects privacy; William. William doesn't cross people's boundaries with regards to privacy because he doesn't want people crossing his boundaries with regards to privacy.

But Harry? Harry hasn't found a boundary he can't stomp on. He cares about protecting his privacy and his privacy only. He doesn't care about anyone else's privacy. "But leaking that Hugh is Archie's godfather breaks Archie's privacy!," you scream. No. No, it doesn't. Leaking that Hugh is Archie's godfather breaks Hugh's privacy, because Hugh is the adult here. Hugh is the one on whom there are now expectations for his relationship with the Sussexes and with Archie. Hugh is the one who is now publicly compelled to participate in quid pro quo obligations.

I know who I think leaked this information. That Roya's the source has nothing to do with it at all, whatsoever.

[tabi-the-great]

Tabitha! I just saw you have a blog!

I'm sure we're from different... Ah it's late I can't remember the word... Multiverse? Yeah, multiverse. I'm sure we're from different Multiverses, but I kinda sorta worked for you and Courtney and Shelly and Matt in mine!

Name's Saint! Son of Archie and Maxie! And uh... I don't know what to say that wouldn't make this awkward!

I hope you've been well!

- @pokemonveterinarian

….QUICK, IMPORTANT QUESTION.

Am I, The Great Tabitha! Considered an uncle, godfather, or anything of the like?

If Leader Maxie is having children in alternate realities, I hope I was involved! After all, it takes two full teams of terrorists to raise a child!

Oh this is so exciting!

[motownfiction]

black oak

They buried Sam near a black oak tree. They hadn’t planned it that way, but Charlie’s glad that’s how it worked out. These days, he mostly comes back home in the summertime, and it’s nice to have the shade. Dad always said they were pretty good for that.

Charlie leans up against the trunk of the tree today, looking down at Sam’s headstone. He reads the inscription from “Here Comes a Regular” like he doesn’t already have it memorized – like he didn’t have it memorized long before he ever thought Sam could die, that any of them could. He smiles a little.

“Westerberg wasn’t lying,” Charlie says. “A person can work up a mean, mean thirst.”

He pulls the bottle of water from his bag and chugs. He knows that’s not what Westerberg was talking about, but in this heat, it’s all he can think to do.

He is alone. For nearly twenty years now, every time he’s gone to the cemetery to see Sam, he’s gone alone. The last time he was here with someone, it was Daniel, who damn near broke his nose after Charlie told him he was sleeping with Elenore O’Connor. It makes him laugh now. They were under the same black oak tree, but it looked different without any leaves, with bright red blood in the patches of snow.

Since then, seeing Sam has been a solitary thing.

Interestingly, though, Charlie is here to talk about Elenore. He talks a lot about Elenore when he visits Sam. Figures that as her godfather, he’d want to be kept abreast of what’s going on in her life. He told Sam about when Elenore was pregnant (by him), when she had Veronica (his daughter), when she got married (not to him), when she got divorced (the same year he did). Wherever he is, he probably knows all that, but Charlie thinks it means something to hear it from him. It’s like Confession.

“So, uh, this one’s kind of a big deal,” he says, looking down at his remarkably ringless left hand. “You know Carrie and me … we split up for good a few years ago, ‘round that lockdown that would have killed you if the truck hadn’t first.”

He laughs, and he knows it’s OK. Sam would have laughed, too.

“Anyway,” Charlie says. “Elenore and Sean, they broke up, too. Something about Sean changing, but Elenore staying the same. I don’t know. I don’t care. I never liked Sean. Never thought he was very real. But, uh … look, I didn’t mean to keep this from you, but about a year ago … I kinda hooked up with Elenore again. She came by to tell me some stuff about Veronica’s college visits, and … look, we’ve got a kid together, it’s easy to roll with it. We know how. I thought it was just … I thought it was just gonna be a one-time thing, you know, both of us trying to recover from getting divorced. But it wasn’t. And I’m kinda … dammit, I guess I’m asking you if it’s OK if she’s my girlfriend.”

Charlie’s hands are shaking. He knows it’s ridiculous, trying to get your dead brother’s approval to date his goddaughter, more than twenty years after they put him in the ground. Elenore is thirty-nine now, and she’s always been able to make her own decisions. Charlie’s still a little too afraid to tell Will, who punched his lights out when Elenore got pregnant. But practicing on Sam, who can’t talk back and still has the right to know, seems like a good place to get started.

“I’ve been going to a lot of therapy, and I’ve been working on my relationships,” Charlie says. “Cordelia and Cal … we’re all better than ever. Veronica, too. Hey, isn’t that part of the theme song for The Archies? ‘Veronica, too.’ I don’t know if you know this, but Archie comics became very in a few years back. Anyway. I’ve been going to a lot of therapy, and I’m just … I’m different now, Sam. I’m not perfect, and I’m not even great. But I know … I know how Mom fucked me up. I think I know how she fucked me up, too. And I guess I’m just sorry we never had a chance to talk about it. I think that would have been good for us.”

Charlie takes another long sip of his water.

“But Elenore,” he says. “Damn, Elenore. It’s like … I don’t think it, man, I know. I know I …”

He can’t say it all the way yet, but he means it. Sam would know. Sam always knew.

“Well, anyway,” Charlie says. “I thought I’d tell you what was up.”

He leans up against the trunk of the black oak tree and lets it all hit him. While he’s in town, he should probably hit up Daniel again.

He pulls out his phone and sends a text.

(part of @nosebleedclub january challenge -- day 19!)

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Q-And are you godfather to their daughter?

TTP- "I am to little Lily, yeah. Oh she's so adorable. Oh she's so beautiful. She's just so beautiful yeah. They make beautiful babies that's all I'll say. They make some beautiful kids. Archie & Lily are beautiful."

Lily & crowns purchased by her thirsty "godfather"

No one believes you Thirsty Tyler Perry!

[royaltyspeaking]

Hugh Grosvenor and Prince Harry were close? I don't remember them ever being close. I knew that he was close with Prince William but never Prince Harry. Am I wrong or is the telegraph pulling another (Prince Harry rejected Charles' invitation *which was false* story).

Considering that the wedding isn't until June, I don't know how anyone could know that the Sussex's aren't invited. Invitations shouldn't typically be sent out until spring. But its pretty transparent that Roya broke this story then posted that she was invited to Kate's carol concert like 5 minutes later.

I never thought they were close either but Hugh was an usher at Harry's wedding. I don't think he is Archie's godfather though, that sounds completely false.