#Bud Gardner

[sesiondemadrugada]

The Atrocity Exhibition (Jonathan Weiss, 1998).

[scenesandscreens]

The Atrocity Exhibition (1998)

Director - Jonathan Weiss, Cinematography - Bud Gardner

[humanafterail]

★ 'You have two seconds to turn the fuck back before I turn your lake friend into jelly!' The lake behind roared as Veldycher lifted up a hand, rising the water higher, Caligosto's companion, Linda, stuck at the top of the large water pillar. 'You psychonauts know no common sense, huh? I already told you I'm not coming back!'

@acr0batspy ; older!Veldycher @ Caligosto

cal sighed as his googles tracked the ascent of his lungfish friend, humming as he gathered vines to start rising up, before deciding to leap into the swirling vortex of water, making a bubble of air around himself

“we can talk this out! you dont actually have to do any of this! and my common sense is focused on teeth and teeth related activities i’d have you know!”

cal yelled as he ascended the water, grabbing his fish before leaping off the towering pillar, landing on the vines that had snaked up nearby trees to help him not break his legs again

[thepathwechooseif]

DEMO

In the English countryside in 1914, you live with your two children on your late husband’s grand estate. Two years have passed since the tragic sinking of the Titanic, from which you became a single parent.

Though surrounded by wealth and community, you remain lost in a fog of grief. But with the arrival of summer, the neighbouring family prepares to host their annual month-long house party. Your curious children persuade you to attend, hoping the festivities will lift your sorrow.

Lucas/Lucia Bertham, the family's charming heir, bonds with your children and seems to understand you in a way others cannot. But will secrets regarding their family's future prevent love?

Azra Hays arrives, a traveling storyteller with a gift for magic in their words that soothes your soul. Gardner Isaac Hill has loved you in silence, finding joy through your children's smiles.

More suitors await too - brilliant sculptor Zephyr Langston, whose art mirrors your heart, and Doctor Henry Bellman, who ministers to the people with patience and good humor.

As festivities crescendo with masques, fireworks and more, you start to believe in love and laughter again. But which person holds your whole heart? And will dark forces from the past destroy this new paradise you’ve begun to build?

The summer promises intrigue, blessings, and maybe a sweet romance if you can let go of history and embrace the gifts of tomorrow.

Customise your character as well as your children’s

Choose where you live and how you dress

Your choices have an impact on how society reacts to you!

Uncover secrets from your past!

Pursuing different ROs with varying levels of affection leads to unique story endings that resolve the mystery

Lucas/Lucia Bertham (m/f/nb)

The Heir, 26, Lucas/Lucia Bertham is the only child and heir to the prestigious title and lands of Bertham. They are a successful businessperson, but relish returning to their ancestral home each summer. While other young people prefer to travel abroad, they prefer the simple pleasures of country life. They take their duty as head of the manor seriously, helping tenants with an approachable demeanor. Though destined to marry well for station one day, they remain single and enjoy lively flirtations. While others dance at balls, they are the happiest hosting gatherings under the stars or riding alongside farm laborers by day. Lucas/Lucia lights up any room with their charm, wit and easy smiles. But is there a lonely heart searching for more beneath this carefree facade? As always, only time will tell what develops between Lucas/Lucia and you over the magical summer months at Bertham.

Isaac Hill(m)

The Gardner, 35, Isaac Hill has lived and worked on your estate for years. His strong, weather-worn hands coax beauty from the soil. Gardenings comes naturally to gentle-souled Isaac, as does his way with any creature in need of care. The expansive gardens are his pride and joy, a wonderland open for all to enjoy. Despite his huge build, muscular arms and calloused palms, his demeanor remains soft-spoken yet self-assured. While most village maidens sigh for officers or heirs, Isaac's gentle soul and way with children has turned many a head. But he remains devoted to coaxing new life from the earth, finding solace in small things. Perhaps amid the Bertham's blossoms, Isaac's own heart may bud anew this summer as well.

Zephyr Langston(m/f/nb)

The Sculptor, 27, Zephyr Langston hails from one of London's most prestigious arts families. Though young, their sculptures have already gained fame across England. While many London soirees vie for their presence, Zephyr relishes escaping to the countryside each summer. Using moody landscapes as inspiration, they work tirelessly to capture fleeting emotions in stone. Some say their sculptures are too sensually lifelike, but the Berthams proudly collect their edgy works. Zephyr charms salon attendees but remains unmarried, focused solely on their "passionate mistress," their art. Though prone to brooding moody spells while working, they come alive at parties with a playful wit. Could this summer be when they find inspiration of the heart as well as hands among the Bertham estate's rolling hills?

Henry Bellman(m)

The Doctor, 29, though young, he runs the village medical practice with a maturity beyond his years. What he lacks in words, Henry more than makes up for with his compassionate bedside manner. He listens with steady brown eyes that seem to see into patients' very souls. While others chat idly, Henry prefers observing life unfold with subtle calm. An avid reader, he's as learned as any university man but without pretense. More than one farmer's daughter has blushed starry-eyed receiving his attentions, yet he remains a bachelor focused solely on his work. The Berthams value Lucas greatly for his discretion and healing touch. But does his solemn façade hide deeper passions waiting to emerge? As always, only time will tell what mysteries lie beneath the calm exterior of Doctor Henry Bellman, and what intrigues he may stir in your heart this season.

Azra Hays(m/f/nb)

The Storyteller, 27, Azra Hays is a free spirit , with mischievous eyes like the summer sky. While others settle, Azra is happiest wandering the countryside in their worn boots, flute in hand.They’re a jack of all trades but lives for their art - spinning spellbinding tales that transport listeners far from their daily toils. With their easy smile and flirty manner, Azra charms all they meet. Yet beneath this bohemian exterior beats a kind and generous heart, always helping travelers in need. An orphan from youth, they never take their freedom or talents for granted. Azra makes their coin sharing folklore, gossip and bawdy jokes in villages along their route. But they save their most magical stories for moonlit campfires, weaving magic that leaves audiences in awe. Some say their nose for intrigue could even rival the Sherlock Holmes tales. Will Azra linger longer this year among Bertham's gardens and party revelries? Is there feeling breeding beyond friendship beneath Azra's roguish charm? As always, only time will tell the true depth of bonds woven beneath the summer stars.

[97keanu]

hey! you could write with john wick coming home to find his wife in the garden with the "garden boy" who clearly likes her but she doesn't realize it. i imagine john being subtle and quiet with his jealousies, nothing too scandalous but serious and direct. fluffly, please and thank you so much 🩷

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳I loved this idea so much! I hope you like it, feel free to ask for any expanding drabbles of these two <3

Jealous!John Wick x Naive!Reader

Tags: john is jealous, reader is naive about his jealousies, gardener def has a crush but would rather quit than act on it with john always around, age gap mention, lower class reader in a rich world, possessive john, protective john, primal john

Summer was dying, August dragging out the heat of July, telling the world it was unready to leave just yet. And you, well, you were enjoying the last of the long days, the time when sunset went on for ages, and burned in the sky a blazing orange over your backyard. You always loved the sun, how it turned everything golden each evening, and how it kissed your skin with its heat. 

You were barely breaking a sweat, laying out by the pool while the gardener worked on the bushes. He was young. More around your age than your husband John. Which was nice sometimes, when you got to converse with him, both because of his age, and like you he wasn't from a wealthy background. It kept you a bit more grounded while the life of luxury continued on around you, it was nice to confide in him. 

Unfortunately, what you never noticed was the gardeners wandering eyes. Even now, as you lay out in your bikini, eyes closed and skin happy to drink up the suns rays, he can't help but to watch you. If you asked the gardener about it, he would never admit to his little crush on you. As much as that would be unprofessional of him, he also has no interest in messing with his employer, John Wick. There were rumors, you know, about John coming home, bruised and bloody, a painting of struggle on his skin, the smell of gunpowder on his suit. The gardner has even caught a glimpse before, and watched as you greet your husband as a source of safety and comfort. No one asked why it was that John came home in such a state, but everyone knew, and because of that, the gardener would never pursue you. He would remain a healthy confidant, easing your worries in the world of the rich, and letting you keep in touch with the world outside the private neighborhood. 

The gardener still steals a look or two while he thinks he can get away with it. His headphones buzz with music, drowning out the weed whacker as well as much of his own thoughts. He idly appreciated your body and your beauty from afar, before his stomach drops. He felt for only a moment that he was the one being watched now, and when his eyes flicker up, he meets a set of dark, dangerous eyes. John has entered the backyard, likely in search of his wife, who is currently enjoying the last days of summer. The most frightening part is how close he is, the gardner had no idea that John had snuck up behind him, and now he feels the trail of sweat down his back running cold.

Instead of finding his wife, John sees this man, who he pays handsomely to do work John has no time for, drooling over his wife. The gardener quickly looks away, trying to be busy with work, but the feeling of John's gaze never leaves his back. He starts to feel sweaty for reasons besides the burning August heat, and does everything he can to stop from looking over his back once more. There was just something about John that scared him to his core, and he felt he should trust that feeling if he were to survive. 

Unfortunately for the gardener, John isn't finished. He feels John remove one of his ear buds, the man now so close he can smell John's expensive taste in cologne. 

"I don't pay you to eye fuck my wife." John growls out, assertive and serious. 

"N-no, of course not, Mr. Wick…" The gardener quickly tries to find his way out of this mess, John's cold eyes are enough to scare him away from looking at you for a good long while. 

"Good. I suggest you go home for the night." John maintains professionalism always, but the thoughts running through his head tell a different story. The gardener can practically see these thoughts and takes John's suggestion, quickly moving away to pack up. 

Meanwhile, you don't even know this interaction has happened, eyes closed lightly, sunglasses blocking out the sun. It isn't until John's lips kiss and whisper against your cheek, that you realize your husband is home for the day. Your eyelids flutter open, happy to see his dark form against the dulling blue sky. He looks at you with a small fire in his eyes, and you have no idea he is trying to show off while he continues to kiss down your neck. 

He's halfway to your breast, maybe more,  when you glimpse the gardener beginning to pack up in a haste, and gently pull John away, for modesty if anything. You notice the gardener refuses to look in your direction and wonder why.

"John, wait…" You say softly, and John let's out a small noise of annoyance that his lips must be pulled from your soft skin. 

"What's wrong?" His voice is low, gruff. 

"Let's wait until…" Your eyes finish your sentence, looking towards the gardener once more. John scoffs when he sees where your gaze is going. 

"What? I'm not allowed to lay claim to you in front of the staff?" He says, almost arrogantly. You aren't exactly surprised, John has always been protective, if not possessive. You don't mind it much, in fact sometimes it even turned you on how primal he could be about it. But you also thought you had tamed his jealousy regarding the gardener months ago. 

"You don't have to claim me, John, I'm already yours…" You say with a smirk, kissing right under his well kept beard. John seems to be calmed for the moment by your words, and while he enjoys your kiss, the gardner slips away for the night, safe once again for now. 

John's eyes open when your lips leave his neck, and he looks down at you, perplexed. 

"Why'd you stop…?" He breathes out, voice already dripping, husky with want. You smirk, and stand from where you were sun tanning, taking his hand and pulling him to the house. 

[marine-indie-gal]

Space Goofettes

My Personal Take on the Genderbend! Space Goofs after seeing someone else's own version, I've been wanting to do an Hypothetical Rule 63 AU on One of My Favorite Obscure Cartoons since it's been so long that I've done some Genderswaps (which is really a huge fun challenge to Me).

Also including some GB Earthlings (both Canon and My OCs from my AU) as Well.

While making my own takes, I already came up with some Names for each of the Characters.

Aliens:

Etno Polino - Laia Isola

Candy (formerly "Candle") Hector Caramella - Dandy (formerly "Danielle") Melinda Dalgona (Still a Non-Binary/Transgender)

Gorgious Klatoo - Beauty Caamino

Bud Budiovitch - Kush Kushette

Stereo Monovici - Radio Bianchi

Earthlings:

Star - Sirius

Ambre Lou Astrean - Ambrose Loup Astrean

Dr. Sigmond Viktor "Saccharin" - Dr. Sigmonia Viktoria "Saccharina"

Boris "Igor" - Doris "Igora"

Lucien Bolok - Lucienne Boloka

Ugarte - Ugarta

Lukas "Kai" Cadell - Lucca "Kay" Cadell

Kiko - Kiki

Tyson B. Adakai - Tyra B. Adakai

Posey - Basil

Jayda "Jade" Nicholson - Jayden "Jay" Nicholson

Cleo - Cleon

Matthew "Mathias" - Mattea "Matty" Gardner

Patches - Buttons

Fitzy - Fizzy

Fergus - Fergie

(Didn't have enough time to also GB My Human Adult OCs including the Parents as well as Fitzy & Fergus' Owners).

Before anyone dares to question Me, yeah, I changed the Space Goofs' surnames only for My Take mainly because I wanted to pull up a "Twist" around the Names, including adding Different Letters from the Alphabet like in some Masculine/Feminine Name Counterparts in their First Names just to sound more "akin" like to the Original Counterpart Names (like fitting in within a Rhythm based on their similar nature attached to the Said Name).

I also found out that apparently the word, "Etno" is Neptunian (as in the Planet, "Neptune" named after the Roman God) in which I twisted for Fem! Etno into "Laia" like a similar tongue-roll to "Salacia" (also a Planet named after another Roman Deity who was also Neptune's Wife) which is completely funny to Me because I happened to be a Big Huge Greco-Roman Myth nerd, lol.

I also have Another Version of Genderbend! Ambre (Ambrose) showing both designs based on My Redesign and the Canon Version from the Cancelled Movie.

Space Goofs (x) Xilam

Space Goofs OCs (c) Me

Star/Sirius (c) Me and @luci-the-stan-18

My Version of Star/Sirius (c) Me

[satosktty]

The Gardner: Satoru Gojo and Phytophilia

In the Jujutsu Kaisen verse, the two strongest see humans as lesser, because of their strength. Sukuna sees the weak as insects; to crush, to disregard and as nuisances. Satoru sees them as plants, flowers.

The people around Satoru; his students, civilians; he speaks of them as if they're different from him. The sheer gap in strength but also Satoru's innate sense of morality is what makes the weak less of a nuisance to him ( constrating his pre-Riko high school personality; still love my baby ) and more of something to protect.

His students are his biggest plants; he waters them, he feeds them with the sunlight that comes with the fleeting youth of jujutsu sorcerers, and he nutures them with the hopes they will grow large enough to where he won't leave them behind. He will not stop evolving for them to grow as well; but he gives them so much where it's impossible not to grow. Like every gardener, he pulls the weeds that stunt his plants growth; the higher ups they want his students dead, or any other force he can prevent. While he wants his plants to grow to be able to fight off these things, he is still there if need be.

The civilians are much smaller plants that he still gives plenty of attention to. He still pushes himself beyond the limits of other sorcerer's ability to save his plants, he still watches them. As Satoru nutures these flowers, he cannot hope for them to grow as big as his other plants; they are small and weak, but he continues to tend to them.

The garderner does not gain from his love and care towards these plants; he may admire how fast one grows or how beautiful the next is, or how the small seedling has turned into a venus fly trap that can catch it's own food; but it will never be able to return the favor; for it is still a plant, and he is still the gardener.

Satoru is okay with this, continues to nurture, and finds reward in seeing the smallest of lotus-buds continue to grow. These are plants that require the atmost special attention; where the slightest of change can lead to their wilt. They need the hands of the strongest.

based off of this excerpt I read !

[influenzalake]

Heroes who I think would give unsolicited "relationship advice" to Damian and Jon

 

JL, Titans, whoever,     kind of x reader, kind of not, just a fun blurb because I had it in my brain 

- - - 

- Green Lantern (Hal Jordan)  

self proclaimed "expert", will give way too much information at once and will send the boys away with their hands over their ears going LALALLALAAL

- Green Lantern (Guy Gardner)  

^these two fools think they know everything there is to know about love and... other things, Guy is no exception

-  Plastic Man (Patrick O'Brian) 

gives his "advice" then realizes how well that worked out for him in his own life...

- Booster Gold (Micheal Carter) 

will throw an arm around both boys for an uncle approach, ready to "educate" the young men, just ends up taking a punch *or two

- Beast Boy (Garfield Logan)

will go into listing his many past flings and flames, but his "advice" doesnt really get anywhere and honestly everybody is just confused 

- Starfire

gives a lore presentation about relationships from her home planet, sadly none of which can be applied to their situation

- Nightwing (Dick Grayson)      

will bud in just to tease Damian lol

- Red Hood (Jason Todd)                   

will bud in, also just to tease Damian 

- Green Arrow (Oliver Queen) 

I think he would start off with some good points, but would end up lecturing and getting too personal

- Lobo

hero? antihero? not really a hero depending on writer? either way he 100% budges into the conversation and gives a speil about how to "get some"

- Oracle / Batgirl (Barbara Gordon) 

will try to steer the conversation to a more productive route, but ends up over analyzing every single possibility in compatibility and relationship metrics 

- Vixen (Mari McCabe)

tells the boys to be upfront and honest, inspiring them to be confident and self assured, and if their intended doesnt like that, too bad! get a new one

[chickenroost]

Witch: A Beginner’s Guide (Some Terms to Know and Advice)

Know the risks.

Witchcraft isn’t just fun and games; perks like hexes and love spells can come with a price.

Choose your path.

There’s no shortage of types of witchcraft, meaning there’s also no shortage of choices for an aspiring witch. Rather than get overwhelmed, get your bearings by having at least a basic understanding of the terms below.

Paganism: An umbrella term for religions other than the Abrahamic faiths of Christianity, Judaism, and Islam that typically places emphasis on the earth and nature. Its modern-day practitioners are known as neo-pagans.

Wicca: A religion that’s perhaps the popularized form neo-paganism, thanks in large part to the so-called Father of Wicca, Gerald Gardner, who cultivated his specific ideology, now known as Gardnerian Wicca, in the mid-1900s. Whereas witches are typically thought of as women, many Wiccans are men and worship both a god and a goddess. What was initially thought of as an anti-monotheistic gesture, though, has more recently been criticized for espousing heterosexuality and the idea of a gender binary, which was, in part, what led to the emergence of Dianic Wicca, in the 1970s, for those who chose to only worship the goddess and to do so only in the presence of women—a policy that’s since proven to be problematic, as many of its covens prohibit transgender women. Ceremonial: The by-the-book practice of placing the highest value in—not to mention expertly executing—ceremonies and rituals.

Solitary: This group is made up of those who choose not to find a coven, but instead operate on their own with the type (or mix) of witchcraft that they choose.

Eclecticism: A more social route for those who choose not to stick to a particular category but instead mix traditions as they please.

*note: the above is by no means an extensive or complete list, but does provide several examples of existing paths.

Learn the terminology.

Before that deep dive, though, any beginner should have at least cursory knowledge of the terms listed below.

Initiation: The rites that put a budding witch on the path to making things official, by joining a coven after studying its practice, traditionally for a year and a day. The initiations that follow eventually allow the initiate the opportunity to become a high priest or high priestess; those with enough knowledge, experience, and dedication can become the leader of a Wiccan coven.

Coven: A gathering or community of initiated witches, usually led by a high priest and/or high priestess. If a coven is Wiccan, their meetings often involve sabbats, which are celebrations of the annual cycle of seasonal festivals known as the Wheel of the Year. (Non-sabbat meetings, such as the observation of a full moon, are known as esbats.)

Familiar: An animal-shaped spirit that serves as a witch’s spy, assistant, companion, and protector—the classic example of which is Sabrina’s black cat, Salem. Altar: A surface that a Wiccan uses solely for activities such as casting spells, chanting, and worshipping the god and/or goddess. Typically, the altar is covered in a symbol-adorned cloth, which protects it from ash, liquids, and candle wax, as well as religious and ritual items like incense, wands, chalices of water, and cauldrons.

Pentacle: A magical tool such as an amulet or talisman that often appears on an altar, and is also often confused with a pentagram—a symbol popular in Wicca and, confusingly enough, the Church of Satan, which has pretty successfully taken ownership of its inverted version. (Inverted pentacles aren’t necessarily satanic, though Wiccans have recently largely strayed from using them to avoid that association.)

Baneful Magic: A form of magic used with dark, malevolent, and harmful intentions, commonly associated with Satanism. Spells have been used for a variety of purposes but those that are specifically used for negative and/or harmful purposes are known as jinxes, hexes, and curses. ( has a history rooted in racism as well)

Séance: A ceremony used to contact spirits, including the dead, usually with the help of a medium.

Grimoire: The umbrella term for a magic text, ranging from diaries to textbooks. Book of Shadows: A Wiccan’s personal grimoire, used to store information they need, such as thoughts, recipes, and instructions for spells, rituals, and hexes.

Study up.

Even if you think you’re sure you want to proceed, it’s best to find out what exactly you’re signing up for. Before paging through your spell books, it’s wise to do your research—particularly since the modern-day idea of witchcraft has been pieced together by a mix of legends and existing translated historical documents, leading each of the pros to have a slightly different take on the subject.

Going back to the first step of knowing the risks.

[boburnhamhistorian]

NEW Bo pics!

So, tonight was the Golden Globe Awards, hosted by Bo's best friend, Jerrod Carmichael. Btw, Jerrod was a terrific host who livened up the awards in a way I've never seen before and I LOVED it...do the Oscars next!

Anyway, who was in attendance to support his best bud? Bo, looking very handsome in a blue/gray suit!

We've got video footage on Twitter of Bo walking past the camera...

AND Chris Gardner tweeted about seeing Taron Egerton meet Bo after the show (and telling Bo that he's a huge fan!)

UPDATE—even better video of Bo from Chris is up now! Make sure to watch to the very end 😉

[thechembow]

Denver - Day One

Oct. 18, 2023

The first day is always the hardest gifting day as the energy of a city is always horrible until there is orgonite. Denver is truly a horrendous place, sorry for anyone who lives here and likes it. It is negative and life negating, the people are heavily armored and most people seem depressed. The poverty is unimaginable.

We had a bad meal last night at a Thai restaurant that rated well on the Google reviews. Dowin Gardner had mentioned in his book, The Science of Rain, that EMF makes it harder to taste your food. I imagine that there might be some taste bud impairment here. I have literally never not liked Thai food. So we left half of it and in the morning, I decided to give it to one of the many homeless people in the city.

I saw a lady sitting in front of a closed restaurant in an isolated parking lot and I brought it over to her with a fork and napkin. She told me she had not eaten in two days, said "God bless you," and became tearful. What is really strange in Denver is that there is total chaos in the streets, crazy people everywhere, degenerates at every turn, and then there are the historic urban houses with beautiful yards and big trees, and the liberal political signs and rainbow flags, like you see around city centers in every American city with all this going on right outside. There is literally no separation.

The flyers in the sky were reacting to the changing energy throughout the day. We started with a pure blue sky because of the hundreds of orgonites in the car even before we gifted. Then in late morning, the clouds started to gather up in ways I have not seen in almost a decade in California. Denver is, after all, almost ten years behind California in orgonite concentration and the change is happening very fast. The trails cut out, curved, broke, and at one point I even was able to (barely) capture a black line in front of one of the craft.

Water vapor gathered up more and more and the sky became overcast in the afternoon, then the DOR transmuted completely and it began to evaporate. By evening, lenticular clouds were forming over the mountains and the flyers were absolutely debilitated.

The weather report says it will be in the 80s for the next two days, which I am not sure about. It felt hot in the sun because of DOR, but the thermometer in the car never went above 73 degrees today, and for much of the day it was registering in the mid 60s. I don't know where they're getting this from, but I expect a big cool down and a freak rainstorm soon!

[cabin10diaries]

katie gardner has two moms <3

she was created as a flower bud and grew a flower, then popped out of its petals after 9 months

[humanafterail]

★ 'Cally?' An older Razputin asked, half-heartily. Fidgetting with his gloves as he said this, not daring to look at his mentor. 'Am I as bad as Maligula?'

@acr0batspy ; for caligosto -v-

cal turned from his koi pond with a small frown on his face, standing up slowly and taking the smaller hand in his own, humming softly as he lead the other to the secluded spot, surrounded by willows and waterlilies

“of course not little bud, what makes you think that?”

cals hands were gentle as they brushed back the others hair, gently tying it up as they sat with him, the flow of the pond near to them as soothing as cal could make it

[growing-yet-into-magic]

Hi! I am very much interested in learning witchcraft, where and how do you recommend I start?

ps - loveee your blogs 🌸

My laptop is about to die, so here, take this: my advice to beginners is in the middle of this larger masterpost

General advice:

Don't buy aspirationally. Buy things you think you'll have a place in your life to use

Drastic overhaul of your life isn't sustainable. If you want to make the craft a part of your life, it should support the life you have, not disrupt it.

Go as slow as you want. There's no goalpost to meet.

Witchcraft is not Wicca; furthermore, if you want to know more about Wicca, study what Gardner and his buds were up to before you start in on the tertiary resources.

Get a library card. Books are so expensive, and if you want to be exposed to enough viewpoints to come to a decision on what and how you want to move forward, you need a lot of them.

Best of luck! 🍀

[kwebtv]

The Father Knows Best Reunion - NBC - May 15, 1977

Family

Running Time: 78 minutes

Stars:

Robert Young as James "Jim" Anderson

Jane Wyatt as Margaret Anderson

Elinor Donahue as Betty Anderson

Bill Gray as James "Bud" Anderson Jr.

Lauren Chapin as Kathy Anderson

Jim McMullan as Frank

Susan Adams as Jeanne

Hal England as Jason

Nellie Bellflower as Marybeth

Peter Kastner as Claude

Christopher Gardner as Robbie

Kyle Richards as Ellen

Cari Ann Warder as Jenny

George O. Petrie as Dr. Evans

Noel Conlon as Rev. Lockwood

[subiysu-chan]

Cursed comedy fanfiction

It was near the Petits Cours, under the trees that Charles-Henri rested, his melancoly gaze cast to the Seine, near flooded from the late automn rains. It rained, and the streets were near empty, since nobody wanted nor needed to visit a recreational area in such heavy, icy rain, which made laundring a bit too risky to do on boats. His too pale complexion made it uncomfortable to take long walks in fair weather.

Alone, he saw a human nude silhouette in the waters of la Seine. The area was lonely, exept for a few gardners. Timidly, once the gardeners had left, the silhouette emerged from the water, slender, delicate with hair long and murky green like kelp. A girl his age, completely naked, and yet seemingly comfortable in the cold water and weather. Her blue eyes met his grey ones. His pale visage took a violant shade of scarlet in bashfulness. Seamingly not caring for his embarassement at seeing a very much nude girl with her hair loose, she looked at the tree with great curiosity before looking back at him. Charles heard her talk, but could not make out the language, which sounded very soft. She said again, in a polite tone: "Hello, sir ? Are you alright, you seem very red ?

-Hello...I'm alright, thanks for asking." he said, averting his gaze politely, to not seem like a pervert. He felt quite troubled by the sight of her, in all honesty. Exploring that sort of thing with other boys his age felt more natural, even if a bit awkward. "It's cold out...Are you sure you can find your clothes back ?" he asked

"Oh yes, they are safely at home." she awnsered, with a coy smile.

Charles...His heart fluttered. Rarely did he felt so appreciated, in all honestly. But...She didn't seem to understand concepts of modesty at all. He didn't want her in trouble with the police for public indecency. She was a foreigner, in all probability. "I'm sorry...But I fear you might get into trouble for public indency.

-Oh ! I didn't know that. I thought it was just something you did for warmth."

Despite her slim figure and flat chest in the cool automn air, she didn't seem to be cold. It rained, and her lower body was quite firmly in the water.

The two made pleasant conversation. She asked him about trees surrounding the area, before saying goodbye. "Will we meet again ? he asked

-I can try next week...My father and grandmother were worried sick if I leave far from home too often."

Charles went home with the knowledge that a pretty girl wanted to see him. He didn't told her his true identity, yet, but to be fair, neither did she. They didn't even knew each other's names. Still, he felt more relaxed than usual.

They continued meeting in similar ways for a month, feeling the burgeoning buds of love, only doing so secretly. Oddly enough, she always stayed in the water, until one day, on the cold Christmas eve, after the mass, Charles went near the river to check if his love was there, instead of joining for dinner. "It's been a month, she said, I think you deserve no know the truth...

-I also agree you deserve it too."

Coming closer to the shore, she propelled herself, making a large "tail" and a set of gills near her slender waist perfectly visible. The scales were so pretty, shimmering, almost pearly in their silver color. It bended like a pair of legs, and she managed to even show him her wide, fatty lower thin, pierced with six scars near the end. To his surprise, she wasn't completely nude, and simply wore something in between a sash and a skirt of a strange, greenish cloth. She quickly returned to the water, blushing.

For a brief moment Charles saw it, he rarely seen such beauty before, and could only stare in fascination.

"Mine, is a lot uglier...I am the son of the current Monsieur de Paris, my name is Charles-Henri Sanson...Since my father is ill, it's me who...Executes the orders of the Court."

To his relief, she did not flinch, nor looked at him in disgust. "I want to meet your family in two days, Charles. I want to see if I could handle staying with you for the long term. As I think a mermaid would scare away most, please bring a large sack to hide my upper body."

The very next day, Charles did exactly that, exept brining with him a false fishing rod and a small carrying cart that he could easily drag himself, normally meant for children. He made sure to wear his family crest and sword.

They only managed to do so in the middle of the night. A benefit to transporting a long mermaid in a child's cart with her upper body hidden was that nocturnal goers clearly made way for him, whispering something about him having summoned a demon (seemingly a talking, shimmering fish with somesort of "colllar"). The snow provided easy lubrication for her gills, whenever, she needed it he would pick up a little bit of it for her.

Once at the door step, he said: "Please wait for me."

It was now early in the a little bit after midnight, and after finding some cussions for his guest, he layed on his bed. He could feel her stroke his hair, somewhat embarassing. He wanted to say "No, you are...", but it felt so good, to have someone caress him so gently. He wished it would have been Jean de Chartois, until their time was painfully cut short. He couldn't remember anyone touch him like that, so tenderly. Tears swelled up in his eyes. His face was turned away from her, so she probably didn't see them. He fell asleep shortly after, for a short but restful night.

The mourning did come shortly, and while it was still dark, and time for the mourning prayers. She managed to crawl and kneel with him. "Please, stay in this room, I need to talk to my father and grandmother about you. I have an execution to prepare on top of that, so I'll have to leave you alone for a while. Sorry."

At first opportunity, he said to his father: "Father, I have good news and bad news."

Jean-Baptiste looked at him suspiciously. "Continue

-The bad news are that now, half of Paris think I summoned a demon

-Not a huge loss, then, said the almost-retired executioner, dryly

-The good news is I have found myself a lady...Problem is...She's not exactly a lady. I'll invite her here as soon as I can. Need to hurry."

He went upstairs quickly.

"Thanks for coming back. Can you please return me once the meeting is done, it's that I almost ran out of sea water in my watersack, and I cannot drink fresh water. she said.

-Oh...There's a branding today, so I think it'll be a bit complicated. Work.

-I see.

-Now, introductions before I go. Can you please his with the bag as I bring you downstares ?" asked Charles. And so she did.

To Jean-Baptiste, who already started to read today's letters, he brought his new beloved. Anne-Marthe sat next to him, sipping her tea.

"Another bad news, she's not exactly a lady...She's..."

With one swift motion, he took off the bag, revealing the young mermaid in her nude glory. Her tail glistening in the early morning light, her upper body androgynous and delicate, long hair some braided some loose, but all oppulant and green, and gills adorning her slender waist. She was absolutely beautiful.

Charles turned an outrageous shade of red, at seeing a naked girl in the living room, and in front of his father too. "I am sorry, said the mermaid, I forgot it was human custom to hide the body."

"There is other buisness to attend to. Please, don't harm her." asked Charles before leaving.

The branding and banishment of that day went on rather quickly. His heart pinched for the life broken but not taken. Life continued, as usual, when he came forward to receive the execution fee.