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[hometoursandotherstuff]

So, here's the thing. You look at this home and think you'll be getting a nice 6bd, 7ba, 1924 English Tudor in Indianapolis, IN for $2M. But, it's been updated by the owner/seller, so decisions were made. And, they're not necessarily what you would expect or want.

If you're looking for rich, traditional Tudor wood, it's there, but they painted it black. The floors aren't original, they've been replaced by modern light wood.

You know the beautiful wood walls in Tudors? Well, these are painted white. What made them do this?

The living room is completely modern with mirrored furniture and leather sofas. If a buyer wants a modern home, he can easily buy one, so why would you have to do this to a Tudor?

OMG, they painted the traditional cement stone fireplace black.

Remember yesterday's Tudor? This is how it's supposed to look- grand and castle-like. But, more importantly, this color. (And, the rich wainscoting is not painted white.)

Apparently, to make a modern open concept kitchen with a family room, there wasn't enough space, even when they knocked down a wall, so they squeezed a dining table in on the side, and a few chairs in front of the kitchen. Okay, I love the shell chandies, even though they're not Tudor style.

Just from watching the finicky buyers on "House Hunters," they're going to say that this kitchen is small.

Bad faux finish to make the pantry look old.

They place another smaller dining table here and blocked the door to the garden.

And, here's another dining area.

Okay, the small powder room isn't too bad. I like the wallpaper and they left the original medicine chest.

All the wood is black. This makes me feel so bad.

The primary bd. is gray and the fireplace has been redone.

Renovated en-suite.

Walk-in closet and dressing room has a desk and drink fridge.

The upstairs landing. It's nice, but I couldn't say I lived in a Tudor.

A game room with arches all painted an off-white.

One of the other bedrooms- the wainscoting painted white.

Renovated bath.

This is the finished attic in gray scale.

A powder room up here.

.92 acre lot. It's a beautiful home, it's just not an English Tudor, anymore.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/4160-N-Washington-Blvd-Indianapolis-IN-46205/1251424_zpid/

[basedhighsenberg]

A while back you did a good/better/best buyer’s guide kinda thing for diamonds and stones. Do you know enough to be able to do the same thing for watches? I would like opinions from someone who isn’t a faggot trying to sell me something

I can do that. I'm going to stick with brands I know and sell, so if I don't mention a brand it's because I either don't know it, don't sell it, or I don't care about it.

Under $300- why do you need a guide for this? They're all quartz movement or digital. They're all the same, pick a style and try not to be loud about it. No one cares about Diesel (sorry about your small penis), or Fossil (mom got you the watch, it's nice but stfu), or your Nixon or your watchbox monthly special.

Under $1000- entry level brands like Citizen & Bulova are decent. Citizen Eco-drive's are nice because they never need a battery, and Bulovas do some nice automatics in the $500-$800 range. At this range most people don't care about movement (especially in a quartz watch), at best you're looking at Japanese movement which is pretty good.

Closer to the $1000 mark you're gonna be looking at brands like Hamilton and Tissot automatics. Both are great brands, Hamilton uses Japanese movement where as Tissot uses actual Swiss movement. Movado is another okay brand at this range- decent movement but their watches are far too aesthetically minimalist for my tastes. Seiko is another notable brand at this approximate level.

$1000-$5000 is where we start to get more brands worth mentioning. Immediately over the 1k mark we have higher end Bulova's (mostly models with diamonds, which are for faggots), higher end Hamilton and Tissot watches.

As we get towards the $2500 mark, everything changes over mostly to automatic movement instead of quartz, and major brands really start to open up. Entry level Tag-Heuer and Bremont watches are available at this mark. You also have Oris, Frederique Constant, Michelle, Longines, and a many other brands that mostly come down to differences in aesthetics. There's rarely a wrong choice here when it comes to movement- everything is comparable and real movementheads are going to look at higher end.

This also opens you up to certified pre-owned models from larger brands, say Omega and Cartier. Omega I'll touch on later. Cartier is pure "look I have a Cartier", whether or not you buy one used or pre-owned. As a man, if you're wearing a Cartier I am immediately going to think you are either gay or a European dandy.

Just under $5k, opens you up to middle models in companies like Tag, Bremont, Breitling, some entry level Omegas and some used Rolex models. This also gets you Tudor. Tudor is cool to me because they use Rolex parts and cases but they use different movements. For example Tudor has one model called a Black Bay, that is essentially a Rolex Daytona with color variations and an option for Breitling movement (which I just think is really fucking neat).

$5k+ puts us into the "big boy" brands. High end Tag-Heuers like their Carrera line are available here (I own a blue face Carrera personally- its amazing). Bremont and Breitling also start here for their higher end models. Omega as well, and if you're looking for accurate time keeping Omega is one of the best in the business. The Omega Speedmaster- specifically the moon watch and 007 variants, are iconic and considered staples of any watch enthusiast's collection.

Then you have Rolex. Lower end used Rolex watches can start at $5-6k, new entry levels models like a Date-Just will probably be around $8-10k. Submariners are all easily $12-$15k+, which some like the Hulk (green face) going as high at like $35k. GMT II's are generally $20k+ new. Daytonas can vary anywhere between $50k-120k depends on new/used and the actual model it is. That being said, Rolex movement is NOT the best on the market but it doesn't have to be because no one buys a Rolex for time keeping. Rolex is the epitome of "status symbol" and you play that game accordingly.

Over this mark in price we are getting into ostentatious luxury that you are I are never gonna have to worry about, and this also marks the upper end of my knowledge. Rolex already kind of dips into this category in their higher end. Patek Philippe, Panerai, Richard Mille, Breguet- all brands that would fit here. If you're looking at one of these seriously, you're not like us and I can't help you.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Hi M, how are you? Coming after the high of Shogun's yesterday's win at the Emmy's made me wonder if you have a favourite historical movie or tv show that is underrated or in the category more-people-should-watch-this? Hopefully you indulge in this type of movie. 😊

For example, for me, one such movie is "Master and Commander: The Far side of the World" :brilliant ensemble cast all across the board, good chemistry between the main leads, engaging story, very good soundtrack, fx that still hold, 99% hystorically accurate �� but despite this not many have heard or watched this movie.

Have a nice day!

P.S. can't believe that tomorrow the last episode of AYS will air 😭.

Hi @shimako! Sorry for answering your question late, but I postponed it because I kept trying to think of a list. And honestly, I saw the words historical drama and forgot the underrated part so this is a bit of a disaster, but I'll make it work. Let's just say this is an incomplete list of tv shows that had an impact on me at the time and ages that I had when I watched them. And you'll see that I barely remember the plot, but I sort of know how I felt.

1. Rome

Is this underrated? Hell no! But perhaps in today's age of tv, a lot of people have forgotten about that show. Only two seasons, but it was among the first batch of prestige tv in the middle of the 2000s. I liked it so much that it made go to the bookstore and buy a book about Caesar. If I went through my Egypt phase in middle school, then my Ancient Rome period came in high school.

2. The Borgias

At the time of its runtime, I think it was pretty big. Although I don't think it won many awards. I also remember it being used as an example on scholarly papers about Hollywood using Eastern and Central European studios because of cheap labor and good locations. Budapest and Prague can replace Florence, lol.

The Borgias was naughty. And it had Jeremy Irons who is a fantastic actor in my opinion. Eventually they actually leaned heavily into the siblings relationship which I thought was daring. They went there 👀. And the costumes were so beautiful!.

3. The Tudors

I remember this show through the eyes of a 13-14 year old that developed a massive crush on the actor portraying Henry the VIII. This was like the rock'n'roll version of the story. And it was sexy. A bit over the top. A stepping stone for some actors that would become a lot more famous in the years to come. I think it was on HBO so probably not underrated at the time, but mostly forgotten nowadays.

4. Versailles

I can't remember if it's French or they talk in English. But it was lots of fun. And really gay. They didn't stay away from that. That's all I remember, but give it a try.

5. Taboo

This is that show with a really brooding Tom Hardy who remains like that throughout the story. But if you're interested in 1800s London and England's imperialist plan and its effects on colonized territories, this might be it.

6. Babylon Berlin

I don't know if this fits into the list, but it is a great portrayal of 1920s Berlin. A period in which artistic freedom and experimentation was at its height, but also juxtaposed with political unrest, creating this environment that would lay the ground for the rise of the fascist party. It's a german show, an HBO production and I like that it's not glamourized. You can see it in their clothes, their hygiene habits, their visible sweat and run down outfits they wear in clubs. It feels real.

7. Black Sails

I first heard of this when I wanted to watch more Toby Stephens movies/series but I almost stayed away because it was a Michael Bay production. Black Sails is so smart. At first, it might lure in the wrong audience, even based on the first trailer. It looks like a pirate show full of action sequences and machismo. And then you actually watch it and it flips that exact narrative. It is a direct critique of imperialism. It is also such a good case for any film and gender & queer studies analysis. But more than that, what really sealed the deal for me in what is considered a grade B series with grade B actors, is the meta-textual discourse on storytelling. It's about creating those pirate legends, of creating narratives to protect themselves against the empire. And all that is unfolded through brilliant lines of dialogue. It still remains a 10/10 tv show for me and the actual underrated one.

[sonnet-of-anarchy]

Ghosts alternative ending that’s morbidly cliché wizard-of-oz-esc but imma leave it here because I recon it has potential:

Alison wakes up from a coma (the final scene) and the ghosts/house were technically imagined but they represent people she sees in life as a life/death blend of some kinda generational ‘life goes on’ allegory.

There’s a magazine in the waiting room with the loose women on the cover (only Mary’s one of em)

There’s also a stern looking woman at reception which is Lady B.

As she exits the hospital there’s a hippie chap tryna advertise flyers with conspiracies and alternative medicine. That’s Robin (ft the Larry Rickard Destiny’s Angel voice)

As they’re driving home she spots a variant of the Captain on the street selling poppies & dressed in uniform. A girl buys one, smiling (it’s Kitty)

She also spots a guy in a long dark coat coming out of a library (Thomas)

They’re home (in that flat from the pilot) - unnerved, Alison turns on the TV to highlights from a commons debate (Julian is the PM) & the news is talking about another scandal.

She changes sides to Pat presenting blue Peter.

A final click & it’s Humphrey in an old Tudor cathedral in some sort-of interview.

All of these snippets are flashed between the modern variant & the ghost version in a glitchy/fragmented fashion. The scene ends with Alison on the couch, the shot zooms out to reveal the ghosts watching her from behind the sofa.

[bunniesandbeheadings]

I am still so irrationally obsessed with the obscure Tudor kerfuffle. Apparently someone published an Anne Boleyn book

(which I bought before I even knew there was drama cuz I like reading one Anne Boleyn book a year, this Jacobin likes one Queen and it’s Anne Boleyn. “Why do people keep publishing Anne boleyn books? Who is buying them?” Me.)

and…the author proceeded to pick a fight with everyone who ever existed in the Anne Boleyn “community,” including their literal colleagues.

And I don’t mean “A response to a response to a response to” academic fighting. I mean rapid denunciations on twitter! Cult mentality! Review bombing! Lawsuits! Lawyers have been contacted! They attacked their publisher!

It’s the most “I’ll kick anyone’s ass, I’ll kick his ass, I’ll kick her ass, I’ll kick my own ass” I’ve ever seen.

And, since I preordered the book before I even knew there was drama, I got the book and I can see the publishers reeeaaaallly cut it down, probably to avoid libel suits because—-

Listen I’m not classy, it’s a train wreck, and I can’t stop watching

[neveralarch]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Aw thank you :) I'm gonna do all non-TF stuff just for fun so strap in for small fandoms. I'm also v v self-conscious about self-reccing so i have attempted to let go of shame here and just pick some of the ones i've been rereading myself

A Harder Road - Johannes Cabal | gen | pg | 7.8k

A pastiche of Nikolai Gogol's Dead Souls which means that this fic has an audience of like. Three. You have to be in it for the silly narration, the idea of being able to buy souls through 19th CE Russian bureaucracy, and brotherly hate. But I'm really pleased with how this one turned out given the life circumstances I was in at the time, and it always makes me happy to look back on. If nothing else, highly recommend Dead Souls itself.

Just Like Ice on the Dune - Baseball RPF | gen | pg | 26.5k

Tim Lincecum and Hector Sanchez do magic together and win the world series. Baseball fandom (writing fic or watching games) is weird bc you get very into these players who then retire and disappear, but I've kept a soft spot for these two. This is another one from my grad school misery period - I think I'm prouder of these bc they were very hard won haha. This fic totally consumed my December and I almost missed the Yuletide deadline but I had tons of fun writing about Baseball superstitions.

Mirror - Tortall (Tamora Pierce) | Jonathan/Thom | adult | 1.7k

Very early Nev foray into genderfuckery and toxic relationships. Really I only recommend this if you a) remember Tortall fondly but b) wish it was even more explicitly messy.

Tudor Spies and Perfidy - The Ten Stupidest Things I've Heard Since Richard III's Remains Were Identified | gen | pg | 700 words

Because I used to write so much for Yuletide, I have a lot of fics for internet ephemera. I think this one is especially fun and also the blog post is worth remembering. Read it if you love nonsense time travel and shaggy dog stories! Also, in the same genre, honorable mention to this fic about Michael Buble being stalked by a velociraptor.

Hypocrisy Was Our Text - Skyfall (Bond Movie) | Bond/Silva | Teen | 11.5k

Once, long ago, I was going to write a novel about Shakespeare. Then I scrapped it and used all of the research to write a Elizabethan retelling of Skyfall. This is soooo fun to me and if I had the power to compell all of you to read one fic on this list it would be this one. But. I also get very weird about teeth in here. If you like historical AUs but not weird teeth stuff, allow me to rec this 17th century Dr Who epic instead haha.

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[schiavonaspada]

my dad enabling the cromwell obsession is Rather Funny. i flicked through chapter 1 of bring up the bodies because i Cannot Stop Myself and i left WH at home and asked if i can have Money to buy myself the whole trilogy

"Yeah theres a lot of background to him" go on king give us nothing*

also can we not forget "Good old Crommers" calling him that forever actually.

*same my iconic dad who gave me the tudors boxset and told me to "watch it but it is full of sex so be careful not to pirate it" (WHAT????? IS HE ON ABOUT???) and therefore is to blame for my crom era 😌😌

[ricardian-werewolf]

A princess lost to the sands of time.

This post is purely indulgent about my whole-cloth original character, Cecily-Anne Plantagenet, daughter of Richard, Duke of Gloucester, and Anne Neville, Duchess of Gloucester.

(Cecily-Anne, played by Kate Beckinsale in Cold Comfort Farm) Born in 1473, the twin of Edward of Middleham, Cecily's early childhood was a remarkably undisturbed and peaceful one. She grew up in Middleham for a large portion of her childhood, and was raised similar to her mother, Anne Neville, was. Baptised a few days after her birth for her nameday, She was christened Cecily-Anne, for her maternal and paternal grandmothers, Cecily Neville, Duchess of York, and Anne for Anne's own mother of Anne Beauchamp. Cecily-Anne became especially close to her half sister Kathryn, who was roughly a year or two her senior, and their similarities in dress and style proved sometimes difficult for their head nursemaid, Mistress Burgh, to figure out who was who! When Richard took the throne in 1483, things changed rapidly. Unlike Edward, who did not attend the coronation, Cecily did, and sat amongst the audience. Due to the fact that the Princess of Wales is only a marital title, she was simply known formally as Princess Cecily-Anne.

Edward's death in early 1484 rocked the Gloucester household to its core, and Cecily, like her mother, grew ill with grief, which only worsened with the death of Anne Neville in 1485. Cecily, just months shy of her 12th birthday, followed her father to Bosworth field - something that is wholly historically inaccurate but relevant thematically for what comes after. The Historical record the tudors wrote in the wake of Redmore Plain/Bosworth Field, claims that Cecily was taken under Tudor custody, died in captivity in the tower and her name was written from the Plantagenet history like her parents and siblings. What actually follows this is of my own idea: Kim Newman (of Anno Dracula) put forth the idea of Richard III as a vampire - why not, the biggest villain in all of English literary canon as a bloodsucking monster? the Tudor propaganda machine would have a field day.

I didn't buy it. I wanted to honor what Richard really was at his core and would have done if offered vampirism not from a mercenary choosing to fight alongside him at Bosworth - which alongside the whole idea of Richard as a bloodsucking monster, lends credence to the argument of "my kingdom for a horse." Richard, the coward. Instead, I made Anne Neville the vampiric parasite of a stripe that can be traced to tuberculosis, which in historical records across Europe and America, was linked to vampiric scares. And in a Pre-protestant reformation world, as well as the dissolution, Catholicism and vampirism would not be well-entwined at all. Richard, at Bosworth, died with the vampiric infection in his blood, harbored for months from when Anne was still alive, and at the point which he laid with her in the months prior to his discovery of her illness. Edward's appendicitis was also dead with the vampiric blood of his mother in his system, a reclusive part of his DNA that went from dormant to active as he died. Cecily did not die with the vampiric blood in her system - she was turned by Richard in 1491, after he, Anne, Edward and Cecily had fled to Margaret's court at Burgundy, which gave them open sanctuary from the maelstrom of Tudor's breakdown of all things related to Richard's reign. Johnny and Kathryn came to Burgundy along with George of Clarence's children, who were kept safe under Richard's careful watch. From there, Cecily and her family played a waiting game that lasted from 1485 until 1838, when in this universe, an england reigned by Queen Victoria and her Prime Minister, Lord Melbourne, set their sights on the elder princess, and Melbourne moved to seize her as a bargaining chip to disrupt Richard's laid plans of a Plantagenet overthrow. She has not been seen or heard from since. Her parents still hold out hope that this is just a temporary kidnapping, but if Lord Melbourne is the one behind it, then hope is a thing loath to be spare.

[senditcolton]

favorite nhl alumni? show(s) you're currently binging?

-@comphy-and-cozy

okay: warning @comphy-and-cozy (but maybe not because i feel this should be obvious) most of my favorite alumni are former stl players:

Barrett Jackman, Jay Bouwmeester, David Backes, and STL loves our Tkachuks so Big Walt (Keith) Tkachuk is a given. oh! and Ben Bishop.

and I've started to watch The Tudors but need to get back into it. but whenever I buy Netflix, all of Mike Flanagan's horror series are immediately binge rewatched.

it's sleepover friday!!

[vikramluxuryjain]

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The Tudor Black Bay Chrono is a popular model within Tudor's Black Bay collection, known for its blend of vintage-inspired design elements with modern watchmaking technology. Here's an overview of the Tudor Black Bay Chrono:

Design: The Black Bay Chrono features a design that pays homage to Tudor's historic dive watches while incorporating chronograph functionality. It typically comes in a stainless steel case with a unidirectional rotating bezel, often with a matte black aluminum insert.

Size: The case size of the Black Bay Chrono is usually around 41mm, providing a balanced presence on the wrist that suits a wide range of wearers.

Dial: The dial design is clean and legible, with various elements reminiscent of vintage Tudor chronographs. It often includes contrasting sub-dials for the chronograph functions, as well as luminescent hour markers and hands for enhanced visibility in low-light conditions.

Movement: Powering the Black Bay Chrono is typically Tudor's caliber MT5813, which is based on the Breitling B01 chronograph movement. This movement offers robust performance, accuracy, and a power reserve of around 70 hours.

Bracelet/Strap: The Black Bay Chrono is available with different strap options, including stainless steel bracelets, leather straps, or fabric straps. Each option is designed to complement the watch's overall aesthetic and provide comfort for the wearer.

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Legilimency of the Heart

Description: A story that delves into the life and regrets of Severus Snape, following his childhood and subsequent fall to the Dark Arts and Lord Voldemort.

Chapter 1: The Flowers Near Spinner's End

Severus had tried to ignore it. The signs were mere hallucinations of his longing to return to his world. She was just a girl, another girl. No, he told himself glumly; there were no other wizards in this town, save for himself and his mother. No one else shared their gifts, their inherent oddness, their magic.

Except, that day shoved all doubt from his mind.

He had been walking down his street, Spinner's End, with no particular aim in his wandering. That is, perhaps why they called it wandering. Cokeworth was, after all, nothing more than a large industrial town; its inhabitants were mostly factory men,  working merely to put bread on the table, not wanting much beyond that. Its streets were lined with mortar and brick houses, once handsome and proud, now dilapidated and deserted. 

In other words, it was a Muggle hovel.

Severus trudged up the lane, pulling at the collar of his shirt nervously. No matter how many times his father instructed him in the manner, he never quite got the hang of dressing as a Muggle, least of all with a limited selection of outfits. His ratty trousers and buttoned shirt seemed to work today, however, as most of the passersby didn't look back. 

He entered the main road and looked up and down the street; it was the end of another long day for the Muggle workers, as they shuffled out of their factories to head back home. Unwilling to get mixed within the bustling crowd of laughing and jeering men, Severus made to turn back home, when he heard a distinct boom of laughter emanate from the crowd.

'Oh Lord, Biggins! You need to come over for supper more often, the wife would certainly love to hear that tale!' roared a man walking on the sidewalk. Unlike the men that preceded him outside, he didn't wear grimy overalls and thick woollen caps, but a handsome, black, tailor-made suit that was probably worth a year's wages from the men he employed. Severus' heart skipped a beat as he recognized the manager of the factory: John Evans. He'd seen him walking with her and another girl, buying trinkets from local shops, laughing with the lot of them. He was her father. The girl who flew from the trees.

Severus had to think quickly. It was around eight o'clock, his father worked a late shift, however, so he'd be home by nine. His mother didn't give a Kneazle's arse as to where he was. He had an hour before consequences struck.

He started sprinting.

Most men of Evans' status would use cars, but fortunately, he seemed to live close enough to the factory that he deemed it was walkable. He continued up the lane, merrily chatting with his co-workers in similar suits of varying shades until her turned a corner and bid them farewell. Severus followed him discreetly. The pair had finally reached a neighbourhood that screamed wealth and prosperity; tree-lined streets leading to large Tudor-style houses with expansive yards behind them. Evans had reached the last house on the block and walked in. Swiftly, Severus found a bush right outside a window and crouched, watching, waiting.

He could hear indistinct voices within the house, a grown woman's and a girl's. Peering behind the leaves, he saw a girl with short black hair and an unusually long neck setting the dinner table, while the woman with red hair and a round face (who Severus assumed was her mother), brought out dishes from the kitchen and set them down on the table. Next, John Evans walked in, his suit replaced by a t-shirt and trousers. They had all sat down, prepared to eat when they noticed they were a member short. Her mother hollered up the stairs (or he assumed she did, as he couldn't hear anything), and there she was. The girl.

It was hard to decide why he felt so drawn to her. Perhaps it was her wavy ginger hair or her silky sundress. But Severus' focus landed on her eyes. Even from such a distance, he could see their striking green pupils, reminding him of forests and nature and places he wished to escape to. They danced with laughter, each so distinctly hypnotizing that he almost exited the bush to watch closer, but chided himself into staying within the confines of his hiding spot.

Watching the family eat dinner was a rather mundane show, but he'd sat there, waiting patiently, to see even a sliver of magic escape from her. Severus didn't know how much time had passed; he had no watch, no need of one really, because he never needed to be on time.

He saw them finally finishing their pudding, and getting up. Suddenly, he notices the girl and her sister pulling at their mother's dress, obviously begging for something. She sighs, and responds. Delight spreading across their faces, the girls run out of the dining room. Curious, Severus creeped out of the bush and flitted to the other end of the yard. Craning his neck, he could see both girls running outside, one chasing the other. He hid behind the tall fencing and watched.

"Can't catch me Tuney!" yelled the girl. Tuney. Her sister's name.

"Get back here Lily!" her sister yelled back, panting as she tried to keep up with the pixie-like girl.

Lily. Severus tried the name on his tongue. Lillllyyy. Lillllyyyy Evaaaannssss.

It was beautiful.

Then, he heard Tuney scream. Whipping his head, he saw Lily running fast. Very fast. Faster than any normal person could run. And then she was flying. She ran so fast that her legs carried her off the ground and she ascended into an ark, gracefully landing on the roof of their deck.

"Get down from there Lily! You'll get hurt! Mummy said no!" Tuney screamed at her.

"You just want to tag me don't you?" Lily countered, giggling madly. 

"Get down or I'm calling daddy!" Tuney hollered back. Apparently, this was a larger threat than Severus first thought, as Lily, poutingly, jumped back down to the ground, smooth as a dandelion. Ignoring Tuney's look of mixed rage and horror, she stalked back into the house. Fuming, her sister followed her.

That was it. The proof. She was one of them. a witch. A witch who had surprising control over her powers, considering where she came from. Severus couldn't stop grinning. He glanced back at the house, realised that he probably won't see her again today, and started the walk home, a little bounce in his gait.

***

It was dark out by the time Severus reached the edge of Spinner's End. Streetlights flickered feebly above him as he walked down the lane to number 56. He hesitated. He didn't know what time it was, though, by the sky above him, it was clearly late. Not wanting to risk it, he ran to the side of the brick building and unearthed a rusty, ancient ladder. Carefully propping it against the wall, he carefully climbed the rungs, skipping the ones that squeaked and creaked, until he reached the window of his room. He slowly raised the glass, his lean, malnourished frame easily slipping in. 

Severus had just sat on his bed, humming to himself (which, were it not for the circumstances of that day, would have been extremely abnormal), removing his trainers, when a woman Apparated in front of him.

Were it not for the fact that this had been a regular occurrence since his birth, Severus would have screamed in terror. Regardless, he flinched as his mother glowered at him.

"Do you have any idea," she hissed through gritted teeth, "how late you are, Severus?"

Severus looked at her, unmoving. He had long since stopped trying to please his mother, and today was no different. He looked back at his feet and started to peel his socks off.

Her eyes narrowed to slits, before she slipped her wand out of her gown and flicked it to the door, muttering "imperturbus". Severus gulped. He knew what was coming now.

"DO YOU HAVE THE FAINTEST CLUE WHAT TIME IT IS?" she screamed at him. She flicked her wand again and light blazed through his cramped room, illuminating the clock hanging above the door. Eleven-thirty.  His heart was hammering now.

"WHERE ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN YOU DIM-WITTED IDIOT?" she screamed again. Her bosom was heaving. Severus glared defiantly.

"I fancied a walk," he said. He knew it was stupid, but he was too tired to make a believable excuse. His mother looked at him, anger and disappointment dancing in her eyes. Then, she let out a long-suffering sigh.

"No dinner. Brush your teeth and sleep. And you're grounded for the rest of the week."

Severus didn't argue. It was, by a large margin, more mercy than she ever showed him. He looked at her shrewdly.

"Dad's drinking again, isn't he?" he asked. His mother gripped her wand tightly, her fingers whitening over the black wood.

"Brush. Sleep."

Then, a loud banging emanated from the thin wall of his bedroom. His mother's face paled, and a moment later his did as well.

"Ellie? ELIIE? OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!!" a man screamed from the other end. Severus knew he just tried to ram himself into the door, but his mother's Imperturbable Charm was too strong, and he heard him knocked down, cursing loudly. His mother, looking petrified, muttered something and flicked her wand to the door again. She lifted the Charm. Severus looked at her, betrayal etched on his face. But she didn't notice; she only had eyes for the man who just blasted his way into the room.

He had greasy, unkempt black hair, which hung over his face like a veil. His large nose and seedy black eyes completed the look of a man who looked dangerous when provoked. Severus could see a bottle in the man's left hand and cursed silently

"You," Severus' father drawled. Severus scurried to the corner of his room, his fists bared in defense. It was pointless, however, as his father took a fistful of Severus' hair and slammed him into the wall. Severus saw stars circling his head.

"Shoulda dropped you off at the firehouse when I had the chance!" he roared into Severus's face, spittle coming out of his mouth, "Where were you, freak? Where were you?! 

"Not at  a friend's, surely,"  he said with a wide grin, "Made sure of that didn't you Sevvie? Made sure you were dirty and rude and quiet, made sure my lot never saw you as nothing more than an insolent little brat. So I ask again, where were you?"

"B-B-Burbury Lane," Severus stammered, eyes still wide on his father.

"Burbury Lane," his father slurred, trying to process it, "You went 6 kilometers from Spinner's End in the dead of night, to what? Watch the daisies bloom on those mowed lawns?"

Severus didn't say a word. His mother looked at him, her eyes boring into his, like she was trying to view his soul. Her eyebrows raised a bit, but she didn't speak.

"All right. I've had enough of this," his father said. He dropped the bottle with a clunk and unlooped his belt. Severus blanched. His mother made a strangled move towards his father but he gave her a look. She backed away into the wall.

He looked at Severus, eyes burning with hate, before he whipped his hand and sent the belt at Severus' cheek. He yelled and brought his hands above his face. Then a scream echoed across the room.

It wasn't Severus.

He opened his eyes to see a shallow cut across his father's cheek, red dripping from it. Severus stood there, unharmed. His mother's eyes darted between them in shock, her wand nowhere to be seen. His father looked murderous.

"You dare use those freak abominations against me boy?" he asked in a deadly tone. His mother finally spoke up.

"T-Toby, I told you he can't control it. No wizard or witch-"

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT USING THOSE WORDS IN MY HOUSE?" Severus' father roared, and he slapped his mother hard across the cheek. She stared at him, tears welling in her dark eyes.

"But, if you're so proud of it Ellie," his father drawled, a maniacal, drunk gleam in his eye, "why don't you show us how witches and wizards punish their children."

Severus didn't seem to understand. No more, it seemed, than his mother.

"Dear?" she asked tenatively. Severus' father walked towards her, with an almost tender grace. He twined his hand into hers, and pulled out her wand from a pocket in her dressing gown. With his hand still twisted in hers, he pulled the wand up and pointed it at Severus. His mother gasped, and started violently shaking her head at him.

"No, NO Tobias I won't!" she cried. He looked at her appraisingly.

"You won't, Ellie?" he said dangerously. With one hand, he casually wrapped it around her neck, and gently squeezed, "You won't?"

Severus' mother looked like she was about to cry. Her hand shook, and she looked Severus dead in the eye. It wasn't a look of apology, or fear. It was resignation. She couldn't help it. She had to do it. For them. For him.

Severus' father tightened his grip on her neck, and she closed her eyes, and muttered something under her breath. A bolt of yellow light shot from her wand onto Severus' face. He roared in pain as his face burned and swelled, making him look bloated and unnatural.

"Good girl," he heard his father croon. He couldn't see a thing, his large cheeks obscuring his vision. A Stinging Hex. He heard loud, racking sobs from his mother. The sound receded as presumably, his parents left the room. The light in his room was also extinguished.

Severus stayed on the floor like that for at least ten minutes, before resigning to the fact that his mother wouldn't return to un-hex him. He stood up, and felt his way to his bed. Without undressing, he fell on the covers, and sobbed till daybreak.

[think-sims-yt]

Blooming in Magnolia Promenade

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[kyndaris]

A Hidden World

Popo and I woke early the next day, mostly owing to the return of my temporary insomnia, but also because during our trip through Turkey, we were expected to always be on the coach by 8AM. As for why my insomnia returned? Impossible to know although I chalk it up to me watching YouTube videos quite late on my phone and sneaking in a few songs on my Switch before bed. 

Hey! Even though I was travelling overseas, a girl’s got to treat herself, all right?

Regardless, we were up and getting our luggage stowed into the underbelly of the coach and eating a decent breakfast. By 8AM we were seated on the coach and ready for the long journey east to a small town in the Black Sea region of northern Turkey: Safranbolu. 

Along the way, we stopped for lunch and also enjoyed brief toilet breaks at petrol stations along the highway. At one particular stop, a Shell station, I purchased some hot chocolate that was middling at best. To be fair, it was still superior to whatever I had in North America but once you’ve had Australian coffee/ hot chocolate, there is simply no going back. Especially if you like milk froth.

It was about 2PM when we pulled into the UNESCO World Heritage City of Safranbolu. Of particular interest to tourists is the Old Town, which showcased hundreds upon hundreds of preserved red-roofed Ottoman houses on cobblestone streets. The only thing missing were horse drawn cabs. While I was wandering the streets and admiring it from above, the architecture of the houses somewhat reminded me of old Tudor-style houses although there werestill quite a few differences.

Unfortunately, leading Popo around the city centre meant that I missed out on many an explanation from the tour guide. Wikipedia, which is CLEARLY a reliable source that should be cited often, tells me that the name of the town derives from the spice, Saffron, and the Greek work ‘polis.’ 

And to be fair, the growing  of saffron or ‘safran’ by the locals is still very common practice in the city, what with all the saffron scented performed and flavoured Turkish delights that were on sale. 

Once we had viewed the the Old Town from above at a lookout, we headed to our hotel that was close by and modelled in the original Ottoman style. Afterwards, we headed to the centre to get in some ‘shopping. And shop I did! In fact, as I roamed the stores, I bought myself a handmade leather courier bag for only 700 Turkish lira! Others might have been able to haggle further this was not a skill I possessed.

Walking along with a few other members of the tour group, we stopped by a few stores to try out their free samples of Turkish samples. True, it was a ploy to get us to come in and actually buy their merchandise, but it also helped satiate my sweet tooth.  In fact, I even picked up some Turkish delights, courtesy of one fo the tour members hoping to bribe me back to their place and into the clutches of their diabolical mother who wanted to keep me as a prized pet. 

You might be asking anyone would do that. And for that well thought out question, I have no answer except maybe I had somehow imprinted on this mother. Or she thought me cute and adorable in spite of my actual age and temperament. 

After all, I can be quite playful and mischievous if I so wish. I was born in the Year of the Monkey! But, I’m also quite serious and very down-to-earth.

And if that sounds like an excuse, it is. 

In any case, our half-day in Safranbolu was quickly over and we retired to our hotel with its quaint little room that was supposed to sleep two.

[venus-pjo]

Where the rain doesn't fall

The rain lashed down on the queen of the gods as she walked through Olympus in the dark. Hera had only felt like this once before. She was to leave Olympus, without Zeus and her kids.

She stumbled out into the Mortal world, she looked around to make sure no one had noticed her sudden appearance, then procedded onwards. She flicked through houses for sale on her phone, then called up an agent about a Tudor-Style cottage she had her eye on. Within moments she was inside it. She didn't feel like doing anything, so she swiped her hand through the air so it was furnished accordingly and nicely. Her exhaustion got the better of her, and she was asleep before she hit the pillow.

Hera was going to have an Office Job in the building in front of her. She thought it would be the perfect place to begin. She was quickly shown around by a woman named Jane. Then Hera was led to her own office. It was in the left side of the humongous building. With pannelled windows going half way around. The whether had been terrible since she left Olympus, so she didn't have any point in looking out now. But over time, Zeus would go of with someone else. 'Okay, you work from ten, to six, on a Monday to Friday' Jane explained as they walked to the lunch area. It was only Saturday, but why not get shown around before you properly start.

She said goodbye to Jane at the door. Hera then decided to go clothes shopping, in the hopes of not having to wear the same thing everyday. As she walked, a storm rumbled in the sky above her. She soon arrived at the Mall. She passed shops full of tie-dye and books. But she went straight to the mens section. She didn't really know why, she just felt an urge. As she inspected a crisp white shirt, considering buying it for Ares, a man walked up to her. 'Hi! Umm, I saw you at work earlier? Its me, Teddy, the one who was sorting the papers when you and Jane came in?' He said it all qyite quickly. Hera turned to him. He was quite scrawny, and his hair was sort of a light brown. 'Ahh yes, I remember you now, Teddy Zevari? Is it? I'm Hera!' She smiled at him. There conversation contuined through that.

Two months had passed and no one on Olympus, except heras children themselves, had been able to visit her, talk to her, etc. Zeus was frustrated. He had tried to get Ares to tell him the truth, which only made Ares more keen to stay quiet.

Hera frantically cleaned her cottage, forgetting that she had powers. Damn her for not bothering to do any of it in the past two months. She had fixed it the best she could by the time the doorbell rang. Teddy stood outside, Nervously playing with his sleeve. Hera opened the door quickly. 'Come on in!' She smiled. He smiled back at her as he stepped inside. They watched a few episodes of the good place, then Teddy made hot chocolate, after that they waddled out into the snow. Teddy smiled as Hera attempted to build a snowman on her own. He managed to snap a picture.

By the time night fell, both Hera and Teddy were freezing. They shivered as they waited on one another showered and changed. They collapsed onto Heras bed together. Afted a few moments of silence. Teddy leaned forward. 'Wha-?' Hera never got to finish her sentence, as Teddy kissed her at that moment. She melted into the kiss pretty quickly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she realized that she truly loved Teddy more then she'd ever loved Zeus. They pulled apart, breathless. Hera began to laugh. While Teddy started to smile. Thats where the romance started, and it was to continue.

Zeus paced his office in Olympus. Heras children all stood side by side across from him. 'Where is that damn woman!' He snarled. No one replied. Suddenly, all seven people, heard a loud buzzing nose. Zeus' eyes widened in fury, the sound, was an alarm ment to keep Hera from cheating. 'No….Ares fetch her.' He said in a flat voice. Ares turned to obey, but then seemed to remember something, and turned back to his father. 'No.' He mumbled. 'What was that?' Zeus stared in pure shock. 'No, I will not disobey my mother' Ares stated, looking up into Zeus' electric eyes. Lightening crackled in the air around the father and son. Then, Zeus electroucuted him. Ilyia, Enyo, Eiletheylia and Hebe gasped in horror as Ares fell limp before them. Hades ran in, he snatched the girls, and Hephaustus' arm, and fled from the room. All six of them stared in shock, as Zeus' whole office burst into white-hot flames. The children of Hera would've died if i weren't for their uncle. But then, they remembered the horrific scene of Ares when he fell unconsicous. He was still in there. Just as they thought both Ares and Zeus had died, an eagle flew from the flames. The same electric eyes glared at them as it flew away.

'Hera! There you are! Damn girl, you trynna impress someone?'. Hera turned to see her best friends, Jane and Heather appear beside her. 'I guess you could see that, its Teddy Zaveri from prints i'm going out with,' She laughed. 'No fricking way' Heathers eyes widened. 'Dude, that guys a nerd- and a hot one at that!!!' Jane laughed. 'I know, I know, but hes sweet too, and charming-' Hera was cut of by Teddy appearing before her. He held out a bouqet of roses, the mix of red and pink petals seemed to glitter in the sunlight. 'Thanks dear' Hera smiled. Teddy blushed and held put his arm as if they were about to dance. Hera interlaced her arm with his, and the couple walked away to Teddys car. The last thing Jane and Heather saw, was Hera resting her head on Teddys shoulder as they walked.

Things on Olympus were getting worse. Since no one could get into the office because of the flames. It seemed that they were impossible to put out. Ares' sisters and friends were worried sick. Aphrodite wasn't told about the incident.

Everything in Heras new life was great. She had an amazing boyfriend, great friends, a good job, nice people who she worked with, and a cute tudor-style cottage. Problem was, the whethar had changed, it looked as if it could strike at any second, just when you forget about it, it will strike.

It was the twenty-sixth of October. Hera and Teddy were planning a fancy dinner for Hera to meet Teddys kids from his previous marriage. Two girls, called Laura and Genevieve. His wife had died from lung cancer at the young age of twenty-three. But now the girls would have a new mother. 'Can't wait to meet the dears!' Hera smiled in excitement. Teddy grinned madly. 'They're gonna love you' 'You sure?' 'Definitely'.

The next day they were all sat at Teddys kitchen table. Genevieve warmed up to Hera pretty quickly, While Laura hated her. 'Hi laura, i heard you like books, specifically the Six of crows duolagy, so I bought you the second book, as Teddy told me you didn't have it' Hera smiled as she handed the book over. 'Hmm. Getting us things to go do other things so you can get close to dad? No way.' Laura slammed the book down on the table. Teddy gasped and gave a disapointed look to his daughter. 'Hera, i'm so sorry, i promise you she isn't usually like thi-' He was cut of by Hera standing up from the table. 'Its okay, i'll just leave' She said and walked out of the house into the lashing rain. It was just like when she left Olympus. 'Yeah! Leave the city! No one wants you here!' Laura jeered. Teddy gave her a stern look. While he scolded her, Hera was getting further and further away. 'Dad! Heras leaving! Seemingly for good!' Genevieve screamed. 'Vivi! What are you doing?!' Laura screamed back at her sister angrily. Teddy ran from the house. 'Hera!' He yelled as he watched her reach the crossroads. Suddenly, a burst of adrenaline seemed to pour into his body, and he bolted to her. He turned her around to face him. She stumbled back a little. 'Wha-' She was cut of by him kissing her. She kissed him back. 'Hera, please, Laura will come around soon' He said softly. 'Ugh, fine, I'll stay' She said with a roll pf her eyes. Yet she was smiling. He kissed her again, and this time, they held it. When they pulled apart, they were both breathless. They stepped away from eachother, just for a second, when tragedy hit. A burst of lightening dived from out of the rain, striking Teddy in the head. The last thing he heard, was Hera screaming curses at someone called….Zeus?

Ares woke up surrounded by white-hot flames. He recalled what happened, and why he was there. He tried to stand up, But agony flashed through his head, causing him to collapse back onto the ground, and it only hurt more against the rocky smithereens of stone from when the room had exploded. He instinctively shape-shifted into a black dog. More specifically a sausage dog. He rolled over onto his side, whimpering at the   pain. He reached out his paw, wishing Aphrodite, his mother or even enyo was here to rescue him. He slipped unconsicous again, as he waited for his savior.

Hera sat beside Teddy's hospital bed. She felt miserable. Zeus watched them through the window, in the form of an eagle. He found it rather intruging, and Hilarious. He had seemingly forgotten about Ares.

The other Olympians however, had not. Athena, Hephaustus and Artemis seemed merely uncomfortable by Ares disapearance. Apollo and Hermes still hadn't noticed, while Aphrodite, Dionysus and Hestia were worried sick for him. Demeter and Poseidon believed him to be dead. What they didn't know, was that things were about to get a whole lot worse….

Eight months past, and Teddy had finally woken up. He had a long scar from his neck to his hip now, but that was alright. He asked Hera to marry him on the spot. Of course she said yes. Zeus watched it with a fierce glare. He then flew to the mountain he had been raised on. 'Mother, I beg of you, please, aid me in my misson to destroy Teddy Zaveri' He stated. A green image of a woman appeared before him. 'Zeus, my dearest son, what you are asking for is too much, you are taking whats yours for granted' Rhea said gently, attempting to calm him. 'Please elaborate' His electric blue eyes stared into her green ones. 'Zeus, by killing Zaveri, you will anger Hera, she will gather the Olympians, the other gods, her children, her priestesses, etc. You will fail, and you will fall from the throne' Rhea explained. 'You are of no help' He snarled. And with a simple slash, the image of his mother shattered to bits.

Teddy grinned as he noticed the date on his calender. His wedding was tomarow. He heard a knock on the door and went to open it. An old man stood shaking outside. 'Why hello there young man! Does my wee Hera live here? I'm her granda!' The old man smiled as he shook Teddys hand. 'Err, no? But she will be here soon, i'm sure she would love to see yo! I'm her fiance, Teddy Zaveri'. 'I'm….uhh…Triacle tartington!' He smiled again. Teddy nodded, biting his lip in confusion. 'Would you like an apple?' Triacle gave a toothless grin. 'Sure, i'm quite hungry' Triacle passed him one. Teddy took a bite out of just as Triacle started talking about Snow white and Grimhilde. A knock on the door sends Triacle in a panicked flurry. 'Well I must be on my way! Send Hera my way at some point!'. When Teddy and Hera came into the room, Triacle was nowhere in sight.

Around midnight, Teddy started feeling very sick. He ran to the bathroom as he poured out half his stomach, (hypothetically). As he lay clinging to the toilet, with Laura and Genevieve in their rooms, Zeus appeared before him. 'You shall pay, for deeds of the future' and with that, Teddy fell unconsious.

Ares stumbled past the rubble and piles of dust. He was still in the form of a sausage dog, for some odd reason. He finally made it out. But something felt off about it. As if he was being watches. He looked around, but before he could do anything else, he was snatched and thrown into a bin bag. He tried to scream, but all that came out was an exagerated bark.