#Bertha the bear

[breezeowci]

[thatslytherinqueen]

Evie and Mal build a bears 🧸 💜💙❤️✨️🍎🍎🍎🍎

[groovy-hippie-chick]

What a long strange trip it’s been! 🎼💐 Fare Thee Well !

[barbreypilled]

I’m rereading Jane Eyre and I feel like the extent to which I was unhinged about this book in 6th grade should have maybe been an indicator that I was A Little Off

[eemoo1o-tfrmoo]

The creators should have been made to watch Brother Bear 2, actually. For the inspiration.

Will never forgive The Hidden World for what it stole from us

Toothless should've been at his best friend's wedding, he should've been the Best Man

[drawn-views]

Bertha Peak trail, Big Bear Lake, California

[khronoes]

tell me why i should believe a thing you say? @mimnghs

❝    well you shouldn’t   —   shouldn’t believe anything anyone here says really.    ❞   she thought herself clever,   an upward tick of her lips following the remark. maddy wasn’t exactly the most ideal candidate to aid her in her task,   but timing and convenience had brought the witch in front of her and mal would have to make do with what she had at her disposal.    she should have known it wouldn’t be easy,   not with the way the other’s eyes burned every time they set their gaze on her.    but it was worth a shot when her arrow had already been aimed in the dark.   

❝   i’m not holding you hostage here.   ❞    the purple haired girl reminded them with a jerk of her head towards the end of the dirt road,   away from the entrance of the slop shop and a silent invitation to leave if maddy so wished.    her pride wouldn’t allow her to beg nor grovel,   despite her plan being near impossible without a second hand.    there was no foreseeable way that mal would be able to snatch a sack of food from under the goblin’s noses without a distraction.   ❝   i’m just saying,   if you want the shop’s freshest haul,   you’ll help me.    ❞    fresh was subjective.    nothing that washed up on the shores of the isle was fresh.    leftovers sent over from auradon often consisted of rotting and half discarded food,   or what could be a poor excuse for food.   just barely edible was a better descriptor for their means of survival.    ❝    how about this,    ❞    she chewed her words for a long moment,   the better part of her worried she was setting herself up for failure.    rule number one of the isle was simple:   trust no one.    and while mal didn’t consider herself a girl who played by the rules,   she cursed herself for breaking this one.    ❝   i’ll be the distraction and you grab the food.   deal ?   ❞ as soon as the words left her mouth, her stomach turned with dread. she was definitely going to regret this.

[fortloser]

the mercenaries favourite animal?

Hallo everyone! It is me, the medic!

There are plenty of animal lovers among us! Herr Demo owns a pet bunny named Wick, as far as I'm aware it is also his favorite animal. Pyro enjoys any animal really but they love strays and Herr Heavy likes to pretend he hates cats but I saw him cuddling with that stray some time after I took this photo.

Herr Sniper seems to enjoy them the most, or do the animals enjoy him? I have this ongoing theory his pungent unique oder makes him more appealing to animals,,

the soldier has his rather rotund dog, I could not tell you what breed the mutt is supposed to be,, Our engineer seems to be an animal lover as well, he grew up on a farm after all! Though he appears to have a soft spot for pigs, I don't get the appeal but to each their own. Spy and Scout dont seem that fond of animals though.

And that leaves me as last, well I don't think it bears repeating but I love birds! All of them are lovely, gentle, majestic creatures that deserve love. Chickens however are in a league of their own in my humble opinion! I love them the most! I've always loved chickens, when I was still a youth my father kept chickens in his backyard and I'd often find myself among them studying or reading as they sat around me. When I left for America my father gave me one of them so I always had something to remind me of home. Greta and Bertha are the second generation stemming from that very Hen.

Stay healthy!

With kind regards, medic

[mcytnpcshowdown]

The bracket is complete! Appologies if it's difficult to read, we tried to squeeze on little heads for the characters, but it's difficult when some of the entries are five donkeys and an IV stand. Also, shoutout to the mcytblrsexyman polls for layout inspiration!

First round matches:

1: Richarlyson (QSMP) VS Steve the Polar Bear (DSMP)

2: Kerilson (Hermitcraft) VS Tiny Tom (Hermitcraft/Empires)

3: Old Sheriff (Empires) VS Papa Caspacito (Rats SMP)

4: Judge Judy and Executioner (Limited Life) VS Walter Bob (QSMP)

5: Timothy Manifold (DSMP) VS Dr Trayaurus (DanTDM series)

6: Pizza the Llama (3rd Life) VS The Egg (DSMP)

7: The IV Stand (QSMP) VS Ianite (Mianite)

8: Bobby (QSMP) VS The Watchers (Evo/Last Life)

9: Friend the Sheep (DSMP) VS Ramón (QSMP)

10: Juanaflippa (QSMP) VS Carl the Horse (DSMP)

11: Leo (QSMP) VS Rusty (New Life)

12: Xornoth (Empires) VS Renbob (Hermitcraft)

13: Pomme (QSMP) VS Boatem Company Cars (Hermitcraft)

14: Poopies the Endermite (Lifesteal) VS Bertha (Witchcraft SMP)

15: Sally the Salmon (DSMP) VS Helsknight (Hermitcraft)

16: Prince Andor (Mianite) VS Etho 404 (Etho's LP)

Winners will go on to face higher seeded characters in round 2.

Polls will go up at 7PM GMT / 2PM EST / 11AM PST !

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

To Have Loved and Lost Part Nine

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Pairing: George Russell x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: It's been EIGHTY FOUR YEARS I am so sorry. Maybe two more chapters on this one.

Warnings: ANGSTY But also fluffy :D ; there's a time shift, it doesn't completely align with the show's timeline. Bear with me. Also this is not a story with a traditional happy ending!

Summary: In the last year, you had been made incredibly aware of the ways in which you were not Bertha Russell.

“It’s coming along well.” 

“As well as it can, I suppose,” You conceded. Mrs. Russell’s lips pursed with a smile as she plied,

“Even you must admit that there has been great progress.” 

You grimaced, tipping your head to the side a touch. “Not as much as there should’ve been at this rate.” It had been a long, difficult winter. There had been so many delays as a result of high winds and heavy snow.

“There’s only so much that you can do to control the weather.” 

“As much as I can do, yes. Something tells me that you wouldn’t have allowed a blizzard to come between you and your home.” 

“Perhaps, but you and I are not the same.” 

She said it with such flippancy that it made you laugh and shake your head. But as she climbed out of the carriage ahead of you, you had to fight away a latent wave of bitterness. 

In the last year, you had been made incredibly aware of the ways in which you were not Bertha Russell.

George truly had done well, choosing a fellow strategist. In your quiet moments, you couldn’t help but wonder, had things been different—had you joined him in New York when you were meant to—might you have been in the public eye, as she was? Might you have pushed yourself into the social scene with the same vigor? When you were young, you may have had the ambition. You’d been ready enough to forsake your family for what had once believed to be a great love. Maybe you could have made the strides…No. 

For George, you would have made the strides. 

“Do you intend to admire Mr. White’s handiwork from the safety of your carriage?” 

Bertha’s taunt broke you from your regretful reverie, and you took hold of the footman’s hand, allowing him to let you help him down. You strode to Bertha’s side, matching her pace as you neared the bright façade of the house. 

“I wonder where your head is sometimes,” Bertha commented. 

“I’ve a number of matters that I’m engaged with at present. My mind wanders.” 

“I’m fully aware. I’ve seen you drift off into fairyland in the midst of countless dinners.” 

“I’m always listening,” You insisted, leading the way into the house.

“That I believe.” 

You hummed softly, looking around the foyer. It was large, though not nearly as large as the Russell’s. It couldn’t be, given the city lot that Franklin had bought. But, you were more than pleased with what had been accomplished. Your two-floor compact mansion had all of the trimmings expected of the great families of New York, and was only a block from the Russell’s. 

“Have you much left to do?” Bertha asked. 

You shook your head a little, leading the way toward the sitting room. 

“The ballroom is left to be completed and the bedrooms are to be painted and papered, but that is the most of it, I believe.” 

“What’s stopped the work?...Budgeting concerns?” 

You cast her a sidelong glance, fully aware of the barbed, couched curiosity in her question. 

“No. The materials for the floor were backordered and it’s been too humid to paint.” 

“I see.” 

“I hope that you do. My cousin may not be as wealthy as your husband, but he’s hardly pinching pennies.” 

“I’m well aware. George says that the sales have far exceeded what your cousin promised.” 

“Franklin doesn’t like to make promises that he can’t keep. Nor do I.” 

“Speaking of promises, are you still expecting to come to Newport for this next week?” 

You gave Bertha a grimacing smile, bracing for her disappointment. 

“Franklin and Eleanor will join you for Friday, but I’m sorry to say I will not be able to join you until Monday.” 

“You’ll miss half the fun. May I ask why?” 

“I’ve been neglecting my sorting of Franklin’s work at the office—” 

“He has assistants for that, doesn’t he?” 

“He does, but the new girl hasn’t been trained up properly yet and the receipts have gone to hell.” It flew out of your mouth before you could stop it, and you lifted a gloved hand to cover your mouth as your face went hot. But Bertha ignored the profanity, waving off your comment as she demanded: “What else?” 

“Mr. White is having materials delivered that I will need to sign off on.” 

“On the weekend?” 

“On Saturday, yes. I want eyes on them the moment that they arrive, so that I may correct any disparities right away. I don’t want the work delayed any further.” 

“I understand.” 

“But I will join as soon as I’m able.” 

“I am glad to hear it.” 

“As am I. And Eleanor is incredibly excited.”

“Is she?” 

“She’s heard a fair amount about Newport from Gladys, of course. She’s felt terribly left out.” 

“She is young.” 

“I know,” You nodded, looking around the sitting room. “But…It wears on you more, I think. When you are young.” 

“I can hardly remember that feeling. Can you?” 

“...All too well.” 

--  

“Will you be able to join us at all?” 

George took up his glass of wine, taking a deep pull as he mulled over his answer. He’d known for a few days that he would have to disappoint his wife. He had no doubt of her annoyance in this regard. She’d planned on entertaining on Saturday evening, and while she could shoulder it with Larry, it was far more advantageous if they were both there. 

“I should be able to get away for a couple of days,” He admitted, “But I’d arrive on the Monday.”

Bertha hummed in thought, but George could sense the soft, disappointed note in his wife’s voice. 

“I would join sooner if I could,” He added, lips tipped in an apologetic smile. 

She shook her head: “I understand. Perhaps you could escort Mr. Hughes’ sad cousin when you do travel.” 

Sad cousin. It struck a chord in him that he had nearly forgotten. They had made such great strides that the last year had been so terribly cordial between the two of them. If he was pressed for the truth of their relationship—or some form of the truth of it, as it was now—he would go so far as to say that they were friends. George was almost certain that she and Bertha were in good standing with one another; they joined one another frequently for events, teas, balls, dinners. 

Perhaps that was why the use of sad caught him so off-guard, and seemed to hit him in the vicinity of below the belt. 

His hesitation went unnoticed as Bertha beckoned a servant closer to top off her glass of wine. 

“Her house is coming along,” She added. 

“Oh?” 

“Mm. There’s been a back up on building materials, but she’s managing. Mr. Hughes and Eleanor will arrive in Newport on the Friday, and they’ll attend at least the tea, though I’m certain Eleanor will have to remain behind on Saturday evening, poor thing.” 

“Perhaps she’ll be able to visit with Gladys. I know that they enjoy their time together.” 

“They do. I daresay Eleanor has had a good effect on her.” 

“Really.” His brow wrinkled, intrigued. “What makes you say that?” 

“I think having Eleanor around and remembering the way it was before has made her grateful for the freedom she’s afforded.” Bertha leaned back a touch as the servants stepped in to clear the plates. “I’ve heard far less belly-aching about the events that we’ve allowed her to attend lately.” 

George nodded a touch, considering. It was true—Gladys had seemed to be in fine fettle for the last few months, and it was in no doubt in part due to the time that she spent with Eleanor. 

“I do want to hold a dinner on Monday when you’ve arrived, and with the cousin as well. Can I count on you to extend the invitation?” Bertha asked. “I’m certain she’ll be more likely to accept if you show her the attention. She receives it so rarely.” 

George’s hands twisted in his napkin before he lifted it from his lap, setting it on the table as he gave Bertha a small, reassuring smile. 

“I’d be happy to.”

-- 

The rented Hughes home that they had procured had a dark, foreboding façade, but George knew well enough that the inside was light and airy. He had been there for a few drop-ins, meetings, and dinners as needed for the last year. He’d seen her run a tight ship. 

Despite his promise, George had lagged in presenting her with the invitation that he had promised Bertha he would impart. He wished that he could excuse that his week had gotten away from him, and it had, some—but he had felt some block, some resistance to running the invitation over. By all rules and conventions, it was wholly unnecessary. It made far more sense for Bertha to send the invitation directly. But, there he was, knocking on the Hughes’ door, and smiling blithely as the butler opened the door. 

“I’m here to speak with the mistress of the house.” 

“I’m afraid the mistress of the house is not seeing anyone this evening, sir.”

“I see…Thank you.”

George walked down the front steps calmly and slowly, turning his cane in his hand. He would have to send it by mail, as soon as he was able. He was set to climb back into his carriage, and then a breeze pushed across his face. It brought a familiar scent with it—one that drew him back to his youth, when his beard was merely peach fuzz coating his work-blushed cheeks. He glanced back toward the side passageway, likely the servants’ entrance, then turned back to his coachman.

“Return to the house,” He ordered. “I’ll make my own way back.”

The coachman tipped his hat to George before urging the carriage on. George glanced around the street to ensure no one was watching before he dipped into the side passageway, descending the stairs. He peered in through the window into the kitchen, eyes narrowed a touch. He took a cursory glance toward the alley before he raised his cane, rapping it twice on the window.

 --

You jumped about a sound at the knock, your head twitching toward the window. You drew in a stunned, nervous breath as you hurriedly rounded the table, drying your hands on your apron before pulling the door open.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve an invitation to give you.”

“You couldn’t have left it upstairs?” You peered around the doorway before you reached out, grasping his arm and pulling him inside. You cast one more look about for nosy neighbors before shutting the door. You turned to find George wandering more deeply into the kitchen, his hat in hand as he peered around.

“Well?” You tacked on. George didn’t turn to meet your eye or answer you. He just walked over to the stove, lowering his head to take a whiff at the bubbling pot there.

“It’s a little hot for stew, isn’t it?” He asked, glancing back at you.

“…Perhaps,” You agreed, “But it was the only thing I wanted.”

George’s lips pulled with a small smile as he turned his head, lowering it to take another sniff. You ought to extract the invitation and go. If anyone found you with George, you’d catch hell for it. Worse—Franklin and Ellie would catch hell for it. But—

“…Have you eaten yet?”

--

It was odd to see George in a state that you now considered so terribly dressed down. He’d hung his hat, coat, and suit jacket by the door, and rolled his sleeves up. The windows by the kitchen and down the hall had been opened, allowing a warm breeze to push through the room.

“Your butler told me you weren’t seeing anyone.”

“I’m not.” You glanced up at George to find him giving you a smug little smile. “This doesn’t count. You just—Barged in.”

“I may’ve been uninvited, but you offered me dinner.”

“I suppose that’ll teach me.”

It probably wouldn’t. George smiled nonetheless, dipping his spoon into the bowl and drawing out the red broth, along with bits of bean, celery, and chicken.

“Did you give your chef conjure the recipe of this based on your old notes?”

“No. I made it myself. I sent almost everyone else up to Newport with Eleanor and Franklin.”

George’s brows rose in surprise as he lowered the spoon again.

“All?” He repeated, eyes darting toward the stairs. 

“Robinson wouldn’t go. He insisted on staying, on the off-chance something happened, or I needed help.”

“And the chef left you nothing?”

“He offered, but…” You shook your head, eyes lowering to your food. “It’s strange. There were so many things I swore I’d never do again once I left Stevensville. But now that I have the choice of not doing them, I…Miss them.”

“Including the washing up?”

“Not that. Never that.”

“Leave it for them.”

“I can’t do that,” You groaned, laughing. “I told the chef I would go to Del Monico’s.”

“Robinson is a witness to the opposite.” 

“He’ll cover for me.” 

“Why send them with the others?”

“Franklin and Eleanor are in Newport, less of a household to care for. And it’s hard to get some alone time in a household full of people.”

George nodded a touch, eyes wandering your face. You turned your head after a moment, unable to bear the force of his focus.

“I take it your family is waiting for you at home?”

“…No,” George said. “They’re similarly occupied in Newport.”

“Ah, that’s right. It’s a popular destination these days.”

“Indeed.”

“And surely cooler than it is in the city now.”

“Almost certainly.”

“Your son mentioned your intention of buying a home there.”

“Yes. I expect Bertha will return with news and a price tag.”

You smiled a little bit.

“If that’s the trend, I’m certain Franklin will want one for himself as well. I cannot imagine how Ellie’s head must be spinning.”

You glanced back, doing a double-take at the sound of creaking on the stairs. You sprang up from your chair, waving George up hurriedly and toward the back doorway, his hat, coat, and suit jacket in hand. You shushed him softly before rushing back to the table, taking up George’s bowl, spoon, and wine glass and hurrying to the empty wash bin. You lowered them in quickly, then turned toward the door, smoothing your expression and raising your brows as Robinson rounded into the room.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, miss.”

“Not at all, Robinson. Is there something I can help you with?”

“No—No. Simply…”

You arched a brow at Robinson twisting, nervous expression.

“Yes?” You pressed.

“I thought I heard someone else’s voice, ma’am.”

Your heart thudded in your chest, your cheeks heating as you fought to keep a calm countenance, fingers tightening slightly on the edge of the wash bin.

“Perhaps it was merely sound that came in from outside. This house does carry noise so oddly.”

Robinson’s lips twitched nervously before he gave a nod.

“Of course, ma’am. I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”

“Not a disturbance at all. Thank you for coming to look in on me. I do appreciate it.”

“Of course.”

He gave the kitchen one more cursory look before walking back up the stairs. You glanced after him, hearing the stair creaking again. You hurried over to the door, pushing it closed before you turned back. You found George peering curiously around the corner, and your stomach lurched at the sight. It was so similar to once he’d given you so many times, so long ago.

“Is it clear?” He murmured.

“I believe so, yes.”

You glanced up through the door again, even as George stepped out from his hiding place again.

“Your food in the bin—It’s empty,” You insisted, taking in his disappointed moue. George walked over to the bin and reached in, only retrieving his wine glass.

“Are you so worried about someone finding us together?”

“It would be unwise,” You pointed out, walking back to the table to retrieve your wine. “And it’s not for the sake of my reputation.”

“Mine?”

“I suppose, in some respect—but you would recover well enough in society. It’s mostly for the sake of this household.”

“I was under the impression that you bore very little love for Franklin.”

“Franklin and I have…An understanding. And I worry more for Eleanor. She has yet to make her debut, and I won’t have her make it in a house with a cloud of scandal over it.”

“…You care deeply for her.”

“I do.”

“You act as though she was your own daughter.”

It wasn’t an accusation by any means, but it still made your gut twist with discomfort. You lowered your gaze to your hands, picking absently at your neatly manicured nails. There were a few flecks beneath them—bits of spice from when you’d cooked, mess where there hadn’t been for a long time. 

“…She’s the only chance I’ll have at arranging something of this sort,” You reminded him.” I want it to be perfect.”

George smiled a touch, lowering his eyes to his wine.

“Bertha was quite insistent on the importance of Gladys’ coming out.”

“They are very important. It lays the foundation for their season. A rocky path could either mean a dangerous ascent or a speedy descent. I don’t want that for her.”

You heard George hum thoughtfully before the light thud of his glass being set down. 

“On that note—or rather, an analogous one,” His footsteps grew closer. “I’ve an invitation for you.” 

“An invitation?” Your brow furrowed. “Have I missed something?” 

“Not at all. Bertha asked me to deliver it personally, and to accompany you on our mutual trip to Newport on Monday.” 

Your brows rose again at the sight of the invitation, and you reached out, plucking the envelope from your fingers. 

“Unorthodox,” You muttered. 

“My wife isn’t known for walking the straight and narrow.” 

His wife. The reminder had ceased to sting in the way that it had when you first arrived in New York, but it always lodged a lump in your throat. 

“I’ve noticed,” You chuckled softly, forcing past the discomfort. 

“I will pick you up on Monday. Will three be alright?” 

“Yes. Thank you for taking the pains to come and deliver this,” You added, drawing the invitation out of the envelope and scanning Bertha’s familiar handwriting. 

“Of course. Thank you for dinner.” 

You huffed humourlessly, humming as you heard him make for the door.

“It’s better,” He commented. You frowned, looking up. 

“Pardon?” 

“The stew,” George nodded to the washbin. “It’s better than I remember.” He tipped his hat to you before setting it fully on his head. Your smile widened as he melted from your sight, the sound of the door closing behind him, and his footsteps fading. 

Tag list: @foxilayde ; @massivecolorspygiant ; @amneris21 ;

@nominalnebula ; @missredherring

[thatliminal-wanderer]

Fluttershy (MLP:FIM) ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Adam, Albert, Alberta, Alfred, Alice, Alistair, Alvin, Amaranth, Ambrose, Andrea, Archie, Arthur, Audrey, August, Autumn, Ayala, Baker, Bear, Belle, Benedict, Benjamin, Bertha, Beryl, Bianca, Birdie, Bjorn, Blaise, Blu, Buck, Bunny, Carmela, Carnation, Cat, Cecilia, Chiffon, Christian, Chuck, Claudette, Conan, Cosette, Coye, Daisy, Darby, Dawn, Delilah, Deryn, Doreen, Doris, Dorothy, Dudley, Earl, Edith, Edna, Edward, Elizabeth, Finch, Finn, Fiona, Flora, Florence, Florian, Fox, Franklin, Fred, Frieda, George, Greta, Griffin, Hannah, Hattie, Ian, Ida, Irene, Jack, James, Jay, John, Juliette, Katherine, Kitty, Kiyoshi, Laqueta, Larry, Lemon, Leo, Liam, Lillian, Lily, LouAnne, Lynx, Mabel, Marcus, Margaret, Marian, Marvin, Mel, Miller, Mimi, Modesta, Molly, Nesara, Odette, Orchid, Pearl, Petunia, Phoenix, Placido, Prakriti, Praneeth, Raven, Robin, Rose, Rosemary, Saundrine, Sethuramani, Sylvie, Thomas, Tivona, Vaishant, Vera, Vern, Verna, Vernon, Walter, Willa, Wren

Pronouns

bloom/blooms, bun/buns, butter/butterfly/butterflies, calf/calfs, cozy/cozies, dan/dandelion/dandelions, farm/farms, fir/firs, flower/flowers, flutter/flutters, fur/furs, green/greens, hush/hushs, leaf/leafs, meadow/meadows, nature/natures, pink/pinks, rose/roses, rural/rurals, shy/hyr, tea/teas, yellow/yellows, ☁️/☁️s, 🐇/🐇s, 🦋/🦋s, 🪶/🪶s, 🪽/🪽s

Titles

A Pegasus of Shy Demeanors, An Animal Loving Pegasus, Animal Lover, The Animal Communicator, The Calm Party Goer, The Fallen Pegasus, The Fluttering Pony, The One Who Speaks in a Whisper, The One Who Takes Care of Animals, The Pegasus Scared of Flying, The Pony Who Hosts Tea Parties, The Shy Pony, The Soft Spoken Pony, The Yellow-coated Pegasus, [prn] Who Can Speak to Animals, [prn] Who Loves Animals, [prn] Who Loves Tea

Genders

Cottagecorimasc/Cottagecorifem, Eilumescian, Flushymarcenic, Flutterosboyic, Fluttershycharic, Fluttershycutecorian, Forestembodiment, Lipinkyelquoise, Natureserenic, Naturogender, Plétoile, Quiwilliyn, Shentatic, Shygender, Swetear, Teagender, Teaherbal, Teapartyic

Other mogai

Cabincoreaestelic, Cottagecoralius, Cottagecoreperspesque, Fluttershyvior, Foresthearthic, Inviglasstrawberrypot, Planturbahearthic, Teavior

[queenlucythevaliant]

What are your thoughts on Eve? I have mostly positive thoughts/feelings towards her, so I want to know if you have any insights.

Quite honestly, most of the time when I think about Eve it's in the context of historicity of Genesis-type stuff, which I'm guessing isn't what you're after.

She reads as very archetypal, you know? And in some ways she is. She's a type of the church, certainly; the first Church failed by the first Adam. She's a type of Woman in many ways, cursed to bear the effects of sin and suffering within her own body.

I do absolutely love the song "Like the Dawn" by The Oh Hellos (my favorite song by them) and, less theologically, the poem "Eve and Adam" by Bertha James:

I think that Eve loved Adam, first of all, Not in the garden where all things were fair, Not in the sad time when he failed her there, But when they were at last outside the wall And it was night. They heard the night-birds call, And as the sword curved flaming through the air They saw long shadows crouch and leap; their hair Was brushed by unseen wings; they heard rocks fall. Then defiant Eve was caught by fear; Perhaps she turned and reached for Adam's hand And leaned against his shoulder to be near, Not caring that he could not understand, Feeling him marvelously strong and good.

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH B

MASCULINE︰ bailey. baker. baldric. baldwin. balfour. banks. barclay. barnabas. barnaby. barney. barret. barrett. barrie. barry. bart. bartholomew. basil. baxter. bayley. baylor. bear. beau. beauden. beaumont. beck. beckett. beckham. bellamy. ben. benedict. benj. benjamin. benji. benjy. bennett. bennie. benny. benson. bentley. benton. bernard. bernie. berny. berry. bert. bertie. bertram. bertrand. bevan. bevis. biff. bill. billie. billy. bjorn. blaine. blair. blake. blaze. blye. blythe. bo. bob. bobbie. bobby. bodhi. bodie. boone. boston. bow. bowen. bowie. boyce. brad. braden. bradford. bradley. brady. braeden. braiden. braith. bram. branden. brandon. brandt. branson. brant. brantley. braxton. brayden. braydon. braylen. braylon. braylyn. brecker. brendan. brenden. brendon. brennan. brent. brenton. bret. brett. brian. briar. brice. bridger. briggs. brin. brion. brixton. brock. brodie. brody. bronson. brook. brooks. bruce. bruno. bryan. bryant. bryce. brycen. bryon. bryson. buck. bud. buddy. bugsy. burke. burt. burton. buster. buzz. byrne. byron. bysshe.

FEMININE︰ bailee. bailey. bambi. barbara. barbie. baylee. bayley. baylor. bea. beatrice. beatrix. beau. becca. becci. bee. belen. bella. bellamy. belle. berkeley. berkley. bernadette. berry. bertha. bess. beth. bethany. betsy. betty. bev. beverley. beverly. bexley. bianca. billie. birdie. blaine. blair. blaire. blaisha. blake. blakely. blessing. blondie. blossom. blue. blythe. bonita. bonnie. braelyn. braelynn. braya. braylee. braylynn. breana. bree. brenna. brennalyn. bria. briana. brianna. briar. bridget. bridgette. briella. briella.. brielle. brinley. bristol. britannia. britney. brittani. brittania. brittany. brittney. brook. brooke. brooklyn. brooklynn. bryana. bryanna. brylee. brynlee. brynleigh. brynn. bunny. burgundy.

NEUTRAL︰ bail. bailey. baker. bale. ballad. bandit. bang. bank. banks. banner. barker. barns. barracuda. barrel. basil. basket. bass. bassdrop. bassline. bat. battery. battle. bay. baylor. baylor.. beach. beacon. beamer. bear. beau. beaux. beck. bee. beg. behold. believe. bellamy. bender. bentlee. berkeley. berkley. beta. between. beverly. bexley. beyond. bid. birch. bird. bishop. bit. bite. black. blaine. blair. blaire. blaise. blake. blame. blayke. blaze. bless. blessing. blight. blip. bliss. blister. blue. bluff. blur. blurb. blythe. bobby. bolt. bone. bonkers. boston. botany. boulevard. bow. bowie. brack. braelyn. brain. bramble. bran. branch. brass. bravery. braylen. braylin. braylynn. breach. break. breakthrough. breck. brecken. breeze. brennan. brentley. brett. brexley. briar. brick. brig. bright. brighton. briley. brine. britton. brixton. bronco. bronx. brook. brooks. brown. brute. bryar. bryer. bryn. bubble. bubblegum. buck. bud. buddy. bull. bulldog. bullet. bumble. bun. bungee. bunny. burns. bury. bus. busy. butter. butterfly. button. buzz. bygone.

[vampiremediareview]

The Vampire Lovers

The Vampire Lovers is a 1970 horror film heavily based on the famous novel Carmilla. It was directed by Roy Ward Baker and starred Ingrid Pitt as Carmilla and Madeline Smith as Emma, our sort of stand in for Laura in this version.

The plot follows the typical storyline of Carmilla. A carriage crashes causes Carmilla to be taken in by Emma's family, whereupon she betwitches her into a love affair and she is quickly swept up with her. Carmilla is moody and seems to swing between emotions at the drop of a hat, meanwhile our gentle sweet Emma is growing fainter and fainter every day.

The main change that I noticed first is that Laura, the protagonist of the original book, dies within the first few minutes of the film and another girl takes her place. Something similar occurs between Laura and Bertha, though I'm not sure why this change was decided upon. Furthermore, their romance is a lot more explicit in this movie than in the book. The two kiss, explore each other's naked bodies and appear to have sex at one point.

The Standouts

Ingrid Pitt puts on a truly amazing performance as Carmilla. She's alluring and captivating to watch on screen. Everyone is fascinated by her- even the men in one of the opening scenes all crowd around her, amazed. She's often in these brightly colored blue and red dresses. It almost puts one in the mind of a poison dart frog in a way.

My Personal Take

As far as adaptations go, this one was quite lovely. The set design of Karnstein Castle is appropriately gothic and lux... The scenes that are meant to be scary do come across as such. They didn't spread themselves too thin or try to be too much at once like some other movies. They build an atmosphere of suspense, mystique, and horror interspersed between moments of eroticism between Carmilla and Emma.

It was difficult for me not to notice certain running themes, though they were minor. Obviously, there's the factor that this evil, bloodsucking creature bears a name that ends in -Stein, which is commonly used as a suffix of Jewish last names. Her hair also goes from light to dark when she becomes evil, something that is not my personal favorite trope in the world. Furthermore, Emma is weak and helpless to save herself, and has to be saved by a group of men from this...

A lot of these complaints are rather small in the long run, and not entirely the fault of the movie's creators as they were present in the book as well. It's just something that I like to consider when I'm thinking about a movie... "What do the vampires represent in this movie?" and Carmilla as a dark haired, foreign jewish demon isn't the best thing in the world.

Overall

Despite what I mentioned in the last section, I do highly recommend this movie. Even moreso than the previous one I covered. Though you may want to avoid watching it in public due to the aspects of nudity and sexuality. Let's face it, if you're on this blog, you're probably looking for problematic, evil vampires... If you like problematic, evil lesbian vampires then this is the movie for you. Definitely watch away!

[sitp-recs]

Hey! Hope you're doing good!! :) I'm wondering if you know any Drarry fics that have mythological elements / stories as part of the plot. For example, a fic based on Greek myths like Hades/Persephone?

Hi anon! I’m doing great, what about you? :) oh that’s a really cool ask, I hope you enjoy these! I strongly recommend checking khalulu’s stuff as they always explore different mythologies and cultures across their works. I’d love to get more recs on this theme, too!

Nordic:

Veðr by @shealwaysreads (M, 3k)

Norsemen have ranged far enough inland to find Harry, alone and abandoned by his kith and kin. But they bring far more than danger with them, they bring adventure, they bring magic.

Swedish:

Sweden | A Midsummer Night’s Dream by @drarrelie (M, 5.5k)

With the war finally over, you’d think Harry would finally be granted that “normal life” he’s always dreamt about. Finally free from the Dursleys, from that nose-less megalomaniac, from Horcruxes, Hollows, Death Eaters, Dementors, Prophecies… you’d think that he, for the first time in his life, would be allowed to be just a normal teenager. You’d think he’d deserve that much, right?

Russian:

S’Mitten by khalulu (G, 6k)

Harry and Draco aren’t enemies any more, but it seems their history will always stand between them – so let’s try some other histories on for size! The fickle finger of fate is muffled in one of Mrs Weasley’s mittens. Did I mention kisses?

Norwegian:

East of the Sun and West of the Moon by khalulu (T, 6k)

One stormy Thursday evening, a big white bear named Draco turns up to carry Harry away from the dreadful Dursleys. They get along fairly happily together until one night Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him, and Draco is whisked away to his wicked aunt’s castle, East of the Sun and West of the Moon. It will take a strong wind to bring Harry that far…..

Albanian:

What Country, Friends, Is This? by khalulu (M, 8k)

When Harry and Draco are paired up for a nebulous “capstone project” in 8th year, Draco suggests they use it as an opportunity to take a free Grand Tour of Europe. Harry isn’t interested in being grand, and they soon veer off the beaten path. The journey to find what (and who) you really want can lead to unexpected places. (As well as Bertha Jorkins’ aunt, Illyrian Serpent cults, heroic baby Draco tales, and Slytherins singing Motown.)

Hindu:

Birds of Dreams / Remover of Obstacles / Guardian of Waters by khalulu (G, 12k)

Harry is exploring his Desi heritage, and Draco runs into him in colourful circumstances. Luna has a penchant for puns and the Patils watch Bollywood. Paper is folded, a flying carpet takes an Indian road trip, and a phoenix is found. Love blooms along the way, a flower that’s free.

Finnish:

Sparks from the Fox’s Tail by khalulu (T, 17k)

Draco is frustrated with his career as a travel writer, when a mini-tirade from Mrs Weasley and an encounter with the portrait of an intrepid great-great-great-aunt lead him to Finland to study wandless magic. Harry is – just being contrary and following his sweet-tooth, or taking the subtle route to saving the world?

Multiple:

The Hardest Hue To Hold by @cavendishbutterfly (M, 17k)

Harry needs to get the hell out of England. So he sets up a teaching assistantship in America, hops on a plane, and heads off to a fresh start. Except there’s a familiar face among the university faculty, and it’s really not the familiar face that Harry wanted. Or at least, it’s not who Harry wanted at first.

Irish:

Offer Up Our Hearts by @tackytigerfic (M, 23k)

Harry Potter has a very nice life, thank you very much. He's a top Curse-Breaker with a lucrative Ministry contract, and exciting prospects ahead. Sometimes he does wish that he had time to pursue something official with Draco Malfoy - they're half in love with each other, after all, and a great team (in and out of bed), though Draco is still one of the most infuriating people he knows.

Egyptian:

Memory Lost | You Found by @maraudersaffair (E, 30k)

After his Auror training, Harry's assigned to guard the Department of Mysteries - specifically the room where Malfoy is being held in comfortable captivity. Yet no one will tell him why, and what's more concerning? Malfoy doesn't remember Harry at all. To uncover the mystery, Harry must travel all the way to Egypt where he discovers a magical community living in the great pyramids and a long held secret that is dangerous to anyone who knows it.

Arthurian:

The Compact by astolat (E, 64k)

Hermione frowned. “The real question is why the magic of Britain would be failing now, in fact.” “That is not the real question!” Ron said loudly; he’d woken up fully by now, and Harry had too; it was starting to sink in that they’d found the problem. “The real question is, how do we fix it?”

Brazilian:

A Sense of Scale by @fantalfart and dragontamerdrarry (M, 70k)

In which Draco spends an obscene amount of time thinking of new nicknames for The Living Git, lying to himself and using his charms to seduce an extremely uncooperative sentient school.

Celtic:

The Stars Have Courage by @fantalfart (M, 85k)

Draco waited five long years to watch his husband wake up from a coma. He's not ready to meet a Harry with no memory of anything that happened after he died at The Battle of Hogwarts, twelve years ago.

Greek:

Close Behind by @oflights (M, 134k)

To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back.

Bonus: dark fae AU 🧚‍♂️

Mushrooms of Wiltshire by @shiftylinguini (T, 5k)

There's no point unpacking―Harry's not staying long, and besides, there's just bundled rags in his valise. The illusion of belongings, of a man heading to a new position at a prestigious manor―one beset with rumours of old magic and of impish forest dwellers causing chaos and mayhem amid the phosphorescent toadstool glow. Bugger the job. Harry's here for the rumours. He's been chasing them for years.

[lovable-chica]

⭐️Fun-Loving Bears✨

⭐️•Wish Bear•🧸

-Wish Bear is A Blue Care-Bear, She Came to Sodor In S9, She Works On Sodor along with The Rest of Her Care Bear Friends

-She Works at Callan Castle Along with Alice The Green Tender Engine, They Love Working Together, She’s Alice’s Teddy Bear Friend

-Her Real Name Is Wendy Bertha, But Her Friends call Her Wish Bear Because of The Star on Her Hair

-Age is 15

-She can Sometimes act Cheeky and Stubborn, Sometimes She’s A Little Sweetheart

-Molly and Alice both act like her sister figures

-She’s Not Completely into Love That Much, She Ships Duncan with Rusty because Wish thinks that Duncan is cute when he’s angry, Duncan teases her about it too when She’s Angry Even Oliver

-Whenever Percy is Not Talking The Mail, Wish Takes it in her Engine Self(In My Au, Care Bears and Hybrid-Dogs & Cats can turn into Engines Just Like Human Engines Can)

-She May Look Adorable and Playful in The Outside, But in The Inside, She’s Hell of a Demon

🧸Funshine Bear✨

-Funshine Is A Playful Yellow Bear with A Good Sense of Humor

-He was The One who Discovered Sodor when he first saw the Map in His House, His Parents Went Missing when He was Only 7, He Packed All His Stuff and Left on A Boat to The Island to Start A New Life There

-His Real Name Is Freddy Shine, But Goes By Funshine

-His Age Is 15

-He Suffers from Anxiety and PSTD because He use to Have A Step-Mom But Just Like Lime, He was Child Abuse By Her and His Step-Mom got Arrested, He was Adopted By A Hybrid-Bear Women Name “Malinda”

-He Spends Time With Suzi and Amber, Because They are His Best Friends, He’s Close With Henry and Oliver, and The Pack, He and Jack are Cool, He Doesn’t Like Diesel 10 that Much Because He Tried to Hurt Steam Engines, But He Hates Diesel Because of His Damn Rudeness, He Just Want to Punch Him in the Face for A Damn Reason