#JOHN WHITTAKER X ME

[rjalker]

Welp, since the OP turned off reblogs on the original post:

My original reblog:

Okay, I know RTD has fucked all of this up by using the words "male-presenting" in this way, but male-presenting is NOT a synonym for "looks like a man" or "wear's men's clothing".

Saying that butches could be considered male-presenting is just. flat out wrong. That is not what these terms mean.

You can IDENTIFY yourself as male-presenting or female-presenting. You cannot assign those terms to anyone else, which is one of the major things RTD did wring with this scene!

No one asked the Doctor how hea identifies, everyone just went "well you're played by David Tennant now so you look like a man so that means you're purposefully presenting yourself to the world as male" and that's not how this works! At all!

Trans women not being out or able to socially transition doesn't mean they're male-presenting.

"male-presenting" is not a synonym for "looks like a man" or "assigned male at birth" or "wears mens clothes".

It is not something you get to assign other people, it is strictly a self-identification term, saying that you are choosing to present yourself as male, or masculine, or whatever descriptor is being used.

And I'm not even going to bother getting into the whole "the Doctor was a woman (because Jodie Whittaker had the role) five minutes ago" because again, that's literally not how gender works. Looking like a woman because a woman is playing the character does not equal "the character is a woman now" when it's just been established in this episode that the Doctor is nonbinary.

You can, and should, point out the biological and gender essentialism in this scene. But you shouldn't be ignoring the fact that the Doctor is being misgendered by being assigned male-presenting by people who have not asked, and are literally just deciding that for themselves because they think the Doctor looks like a man.

Do not use "x-presenting" language for other people --including fictional characters, which as we can all see from the fallout from this scene makes people think they can do this to real people-- unless it's something that person self-identifies as.

Calling anyone "male-presenting" or "masculine-presenting" or "female-presenting" or "feminine-presenting" without them first telling you that's how they identify is literally just misgendering people but pretending to be progressive about it.

Which is the most fucking damaging impact of this scene. And I'm getting really tired of having to explain this over and over again when people have been talking about why these terms are not okay to assign to other people for years now. Russel T Davies just came along and fucked it all up by making people think this kind of misgendering is okay when it's not even remotely.

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@daily-sloop-john-b:

Okay, I'm —ing confused.

@rjalkers-polls can you please send me where you're pulling the "presenting" definition from?

And what's the word(s) for referring to that outside shell to which onlookers ascribe a gender?

No animosity meant at all; you seem to have a very specific idea of it's usage, and I'm curious what community it comes from.

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Me:

this isn't a definition you're going to find in any dictionary, because it's not an "official" thing in any way, it's what many trans and nonbinary people have been talking about over the years.

I can link some posts of people talking about it if that'll help.

in no particular order:

4 days ago

September 2023

June 2019

2 days ago

November 2021

December 2021

And there's a whole lot more on my blog but tumblr doesn't want to let me find them at the moment, mostly because I didn't think to create a tag specifically for it.

Try searching any of the variations on tumblr or google.

Before November 25th 2023 you'll find a mix of people using them as self-descriptors, people talking about how it's misgendering to be called it without permission, and a few people assigning them to other people thinking it's okay.

And now after November 25th 2023 you'll see a massive surge in people throwing these terms around willy-nilly in the most absurd and bigoted ways.

The proper way to describe people without assuming and assigning gender to them is to describe them in factual statements. Are they tall? Short? Fat? Thin? Long hair? Short hair? Big chest? medium chest? Flat chest? Light skin? Dark skin? Round face? Angular face? Eye color, ect.

And if you know someone's gender, you can call them by that. A man, a woman, a nonbinary person, an enby, ect. At no point is it necessary or okay to describe them as "x-presenting", because as I say above, that's taking your internal bias and saying it's something they're doing on purpose.

If someone calls me female-presenting because they think I look like a woman, that's misgendering. I'm not presenting myself as female, I'm literally just existing in a body that happens to have boobs, through no fault or choice of my own.

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@walks-the-ages:

Here's a post I reblogged nine years ago that captures the essence of why using “x-presenting” language is misgendering; you’ll notice that the post makes no mention of x-presenting language, because that only really started popping up in the last…. hmm, maybe three or four years? It became a popular way to describe someone whose gender you didn’t know, but was thankfully shot down pretty quick when trans and nonbinary people pointed out this is just a new way of misgendering someone but trying to sound progressive, by looking at someone’s appearance and assuming that what you think they look like (aka, like a man, or like a woman, or androgynous) “must be!” what gender they are.

[ID: a text post by user Viciere, posted October 31st 2014, that reads: “if somebody wears a dress and copious amounts of makeup and has ass-length pink hair and they say they are a boy you call them a boy gender stereotypes are not an excuse for misgendering someone it doesnt matter what gender you think they “look” like. respect the gender they ARE.” End ID]

If you look at the tags and replies of many of the posts made about the “male presenting” line in the Star Beast, you will find countless, countless trans, nonbinary, and even cis people expressing how they have personally been misgendered by people referring to them as ‘x-presenting’ based purely on their clothes or their physical appearance, which is especially hurtful to trans and nonbinary people who already suffer from negative body image and body dysphoria, especially if they can’t afford or physically cannot safely get top or bottom surgery, wear a packer, or padded bra, or even safely wear a binder.

TL;DR: “X-presenting” language should only be used as a self-identifier, or exclusively for those who have given you express permission to refer to them as such. Using “x-presenting” language for someone you don’t know is the same as misgendering– if you don’t know someone’s gender, just ask :)

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Leila Whittaker

Aliases: Snow White, Sobaka, Laika Other Names: Leila Winchester (Wicked and Divine) Faceclaims: Eiza Gonzalez (default), Jenna Ortega (younger Eiza), Emeraude Toubia (untitled XMCU verse), Talia Al Ghul (comics) Previous Faceclaims: Nina Dobrev, Inbar Lavi, Medalion Rahimi, Hande Ercel, Melisa Asli Pamuk Fandoms: Marvel (various), Supernatural, Grishaverse

Verses

Mirror, Mirror: MCU. Leila's original verse. Leila is a former crimelord with the ability to copy other’s superpowers. She’s recruited to SHIELD (or rather coerced into joining), joins STRIKE team Delta, and eventually becomes an Avenger. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Brock Rumlow, Natasha Romanoff, Aiden Hendrix, Wes Barton, Seth Lennox, Matt Murdock, Seol Hee

Beyond Seven Stars: Marvel (MCU, TASM, X-Men (XMCU inspired), various other Marvel), + National Treasure Crossover. Similar to Mirror, Mirror, but with a backstory more tied up in X-Men lore. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Seth Lennox, possibly others

Wicked and Divine: MCU + Supernatural Crossover. Leila is Sam and Dean’s half-sister. John and Dean rescued her from a cult when she was thirteen and raised her until she joined SHIELD at nineteen. She becomes an Avenger and then helps her brothers find their father. And then her brothers help the Avengers stop Thanos, and then the Avengers help the Winchesters stop an angelic apocalypse. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Aiden Hendrix

Gods and Monsters: Marvel + Grishaverse Crossover. Description here. Leila is the foster sibling of Grant Ward, after he was put in the system by his family and she was rescued from the cult compound.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: None

Snow on the Beach: MCU. Takes place after the snap. Steve got snapped and Leila was left a social outcast for her (nonconsensual) role in the snap. Three years later, she comes back for one last mission and is made to work with Scott Lang. Read Here.

Main Ship: Scott Lang (sequel features Scott/Leila/Steve end game) Minor Ships: Steve (past)

Unnamed (Other) Scott Murdock AU: Marvel. Leila leaves the Trust before Johnny's murder attempt, and falls in with Scott Lang's band of thieves instead.

Main Ships: Scott Lang, Steve Rogers (OT3)

Unnamed XMCU Verse: Marvel (XMCU, possibly comic elements.) Leila is part of the Brotherhood of Mutants until she joins Xavier, less out of moral conviction and more out of emotional exhaustion.

Main Ships: Pietro Maximoff, Steve Rogers (possibly)

Unnamed X-Men Evolution Verse: Marvel (X-Men Evolution.) Leila is part of the brotherhood, and enjoys flirting with Cyclops to annoy him. Likely the same universe as Jace's Evo fic.

Main Ships: None (unless I again choose to expand it and include Steve in a future-set plotline).

Untitled Comics Verse: Marvel Comics. It's comics. I can't sum it up here. Ask about it if you want.

Main Ships: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Pietro Maximoff, Scott Lang

So Close: MCU. Sex Pollen AU of Mirror, Mirror. An old Hydra bunker forces Leila and Steve to work out their issues. Read Here.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Brock Rumlow (mentioned only, unless I continue the fic with a part 2)

Call It What You Want: MCU. After her falling out with Steve, Leila is assigned by SHIELD to babysit a depowered Loki.

Main Ships: Steve Rogers, Loki (platonic)

Invisible String: MCU. Soulmate AU. Leila's soul mark was burned off as a child, but Steve Rogers' mark looks an awful lot like she remembers hers. She keeps this to herself, until she doesn't.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers

You Should See Me In A Crown: Riverdale. Leila is the leader of the ghoulies, who have to team up with the serpents against Hiram Lodge. Leila's role in this verse is largely abandoned, unless I turn it into a Marvel crossover.

Main Ship: None Minor Ships: FP Jones

Unnamed Reboot AU: Marvel AU. Leila is an ex-child actor who starred in the iconic teen sitcom The Avengers. When the network decides to reboot the series, Leila--now a music producer living a non-public life--decides to sign on, for...some reason that I'm still figuring out.

Main Ship: Steve Rogers Minor Ships: Tony Stark (past, currently platonic)

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About Me

Name: Call me Joy

AO3: Here or Old Account

Active Fandoms: Open Heart (Pixelberry Choices), Princess Diaries, Left Behind, Ted Lasso, Schitt's Creek

Inactive Fandoms (Could be Resurrected): MCU, Irondad, Psych, B99, Parks & Rec, Castle, Adventures in Odyssey, M*A*S*H, New Girl

Blurb: I just graduated college, and I'll be starting grad school in the fall. I'm a history student, so along with fandom, you might see me reblog or post about historical figures or major events happening in academia or in public history. If you're a history student as well and have questions about French history or public history (or oral history — my all-time favorite), please send me something in my inbox! I also love and miss writing for fun, so I will have my ask open for any requests (please be mindful of active or inactive fandom list — I won't write something I'm unfamiliar with).

Current Ships (Romantic / Familial / Platonic):

Mia Thermopolis x Nicholas Devereaux

Bryce Lahela x F!MC

Judd Thompson Jr. x Vicki Byrne

Mark Eisman x Vicki Byrne

Ted Mullins x Alexis Rose

Jason Whittaker x Connie Kendall

Henry Spencer x Maddy Spencer

Shawn Spencer x Trish Connors

Guster OC x Spencer OC

Hawkeye Pierce x Margaret Houlihan

Bryce Lahela & F!MC

[any Left Behind characters]

[any platonic Ted Lasso dynamic]

Irondad

Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Henry Spencer & Shawn Spencer

Javier Esposito & Kevin Ryan

Jason Whittaker & Connie Kendall

John Avery Whittaker & Connie Kendall

BJ Hunnicutt & Margaret Houlihan

Hawkeye Pierce & Charles Emerson Winchester III

[something-tofightfor]

I just wanted to be the first to say Happy Anniversary

John and I will be sitting down and enjoying a slice of cake that the Whittaker cook prepared for us (a replica of our wedding cake flavor!) later this evening.

Thank you for thinking of us!

[aenslem]

take me with you take me with you

[raggedydocs]

if jack does not mention ianto in the christmas special I WILL RIOT T-T

Aww my babies 🥺🥺🥺

It’s hard to know really. This episode sounds like it has so much going on and idk how long it’s been for Jack since losing Ianto but those two have my heart forever and it would be really nice if he does at least get a little mention. We’ll see.

[casmybelovedass]

Me: The Doctor should have called the Master "Koschei" to distract him and escape... Cuz that's his real name... right?

Am I- no, I'm right, that's- is it? Am I- hold on

Me: *searches Master's real name to be sure*

... what

LORD VOLDEMORT WAS THE MASTER ALL ALONG????!!!!!

[the-blind-assassin-12]

friday fives

happy weekend everyone!! this was fun last week, so i thought hey why not do it again??

send me an ask with a character from my masterlist (you can specify the series if there is more than one for that character) and i will respond with 5 lines from a corresponding wip. if there is something i don’t have 5 new lines to share for, i’ll write them in real time. 

Or if there is anything else you’d like to know regarding a character or story... or literally anything else I am an open book with a broken spine... go ahead and ask away!!

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Fend For Yourself

John Whittaker x Reader, 1.9k

A/N: Oh Johnny Drabble courtesy of the real Mrs. Whitt @something-tofightfor. I wish I could spend three thousand more words on this one, but I hope I did it justice while keeping it brief. Seriously. This will not the be last we see of Needy John. I love him too much. Too. Much.

Prompt:

You entered the bedroom without knocking, hands full with too much to make such pleasantries worth the effort. Inside, the room was dark. Heavy curtains were drawn and blocked out all the light from the midday sun. The bed in the middle of the room was a mess of blankets and pillows, now all piled into a lumpy mound. Somewhere in the heart of that lumpy mound your husband was hidden away in his misery. It took everything in you not to laugh at the sight, but thought better of it. He’d been so sensitive all day, there was no point making it worse when concealing your amusement was easier than committing to all the comforting he’d require from you if you let it slip.

The sound of your name was muffled beneath all the wool and linens Mrs. Cavendish could afford to lend you. You still knew her as Hilda, but to John, she’d always be his baby blister. Though at the moment, you were only in the presence of one baby and he was quite large.

“Is that you?” he whined. His voice was hoarse and it was straining as he called out for you again, louder this time. You’d told him to save his voice and as in many things, he’d clearly chosen not to listen. “Darling…” he sighed in defeat as you sat next to him on the bed and peeled back some of the layers to reveal his face to you. Again it was a struggle not to laugh, but you thought maybe a small smile would offer him some comfort in his distress. “Don’t laugh at me,” he frowned and burrowed his face back under a pillow. Or perhaps not.

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It all started two days ago. You were packing your suitcase and John’s at the same time, filling them with your most comfortable clothes to spend a week visiting Hilda and of course, Hilda’s infant daughter. The Whittakers made their initial visit to young Millie right after she was born. It was mercifully. Even more merciful was Veronica choosing to stay with her youngest daughter for the first few months of her granddaughter’s life. Eventually Hilda sent your mother in law home in a shrill storm of poorly received assistance and life went back the way it had been. But Hilda had called and apparently, the occurrence of Millie’s first babblings called for a family reunion. So you packed while John took care of some last minute details. He entered your bedroom with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and immediately sought you out, kissing your neck before moving toward the wardrobe, already unbuttoning his shirt and preparing to change.

When he was dressed and sitting on the bed, watching you latch and lock your things away, you noticed his eyes looking a little redder than usual. You’d just convinced yourself it was nothing, when John reared back and let out a thunderous sneeze followed by three more in quick succession. He looked up to you with watery eyes as you stood between his knees with your hands on his cheeks, inspecting him closely. His eyes closed instinctively as your fingers travelled up the side of his face to feel his forehead. His skin was warm, but not too warm for the work he did and there was nothing that would convince you to leave him at home. He tried, tried to say that he was far too ill to visit with a young child and his sister. He tried to send you on without him, but you refused, with a kiss against his nose. While John pouted and reached for you, demanding a kiss from his wife, you reminded him that he was ‘far too ill’ for the affection he sought. John didn’t much like that reminder and whatever illness he felt, he hid away for the entirety of the drive to the Cavendish home and the whole first day of your visit. Unfortunately, you’d woken next to a sniffling John Whittaker, who could barely lift his head from the pillow, let alone make the treacherous journey downstairs to mingle with his sister and brother in law and their babbling, gurgling spawn.

You left John, abandoned him as he would say, quarantined in the spare room to sweat and whine to his heart’s content without dragging you down with him. Hilda’s cook prepared soups and teas and delivered them to your husband throughout the day. She would inform you of how little he’d eaten and pass along the little messages he asked to be shared with you. Almost all of them sounded suspiciously like, ‘where the hell is my wife?’ After a few hours of watching the flaxen haired child roll around on the expensive carpet, drooling excessively while she nibbled on her father’s fingers, and listening to Hilda go on and on about the joys of motherhood, using every cliche and poorly thought out metaphor on the first day only to repeat them all on the second. If you had to listen to your sister in law tell you that there was no love like a mother’s love, you’d pull the Vermeer clean off the wall and put Hilda’s head through the canvas without hesitation.

Seeking reprieve from your in laws and the babe that stared at you with nothing behind her dull blue eyes while she gnawed on a wooden teething ring and dribble slipped down her chubby chin like a grotesque waterfall, the next time you saw a maid carrying a tray for John, you intercepted her in the hallway. Your sudden taste for charity was met with confusion, but you insisted it was your Christian duty, in sickness and health and whatever else you promised your husband on your wedding day. Anything was preferable to the awkward hours spent in the parlor with Hilda, while Mr. Cavendish disappeared on business. Good for him.

Seeking peace in John’s presence was a useless venture on a good day. Your husband, while ill, suddenly reverted twenty years and you were the sole charge of a small boy who was unable to do anything for himself. You fetched blankets and tea and rubbed his neck and his feet and whatever else he asked, while he whined about the heat, the cold, the sweat, shivering. His voice was hoarse and you sympathized. You helped him into a hot bath, hoping the steam would open his airways and help him breathe, but the second you turned to leave and let him soak, John was whining again, too bored to be without you. It was exhausting.

You split your time between John and his sister, but as your days wore on, it was uncertain whose company was more insufferable. Unfortunately, you made the mistake of sharing this realization with your husband, thinking incorrectly that your honesty would always be welcomed. He demanded you leave him immediately, wishing to die in silence rather than cause you any more discomfort by caring for him. You rolled your eyes, but obliged. Until now.

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“Come on, John,” you pleaded, gently pulling the sheets away from his face.

“No,” he coughed and ducked into the plush pillow, hiding away from you. “Leave the food and go. I wouldn’t want to spoil your mood with my affliction!”

“John…”

“I am infirm,” he wheezed.

“John,” you sighed again.

“Decrepit,” he said louder.

“John.”

“Dying! Leave me to dissolve in solitude.” You shook your head and stood from his bed. “Where are you going?” he asked, suddenly more concerned with your absence than in the moments prior.

Your husband was hopeless, but he was yours. In sickness, you promised him, and annoyed as you’d been with him that day, your threshold for the other Whittaker had been reached. John was about to experience your commitment anew. Pulling the tray you carried from the top of the dresser, you helped John sit up against the headboard and situation the tray across his lap. He tried to ask what you brought him, but another fit of coughing took seizure of his lungs and kept his inquisitions to himself. You worked quickly and without complaint, spooning shredded ginger into John’s tea and tilting the cup for him to drink, ignoring his protests over the spicy liquid.

“What is that?” he grimaced, looking at a fork of something pungent. “Garlic?”

“I thought you couldn’t smell,” you pointed out with an uplifted eyebrow, pushing the fork back toward your husband’s frown.

“Well, I can smell that,” he cried out before eventually conceding and letting you fill his belly with something solid for the first time in twenty four hours.

Finally, you dropped a handful of lozenges and cinnamon flavored candies onto the side table before standing to leave. John caught your hand in his and you turned back to kiss his forehead, assuming it was what he wanted from you.

“Are you leaving?” he asked. John looked pitiful. Red nose and pale cheeks, mussed up hair and glossy eyes. He was helpless and it was your job to help him anyway you could. You considered telling him that you’d be back to check on him in an hour, after he’d rested, but the second you opened your mouth, a shrill cry echoed through the wooded hall and up the stairs, reminding you what awaited you back in the family’s presence. Millie’s pleas for attention were much louder than your husbands, much harder to placate, and much less your problem.

“No,” you smiled, leaving his side to close the bedroom door, hesitating a moment before twisting the key in the lock and dropping it onto the mantle. “I’m not going anywhere.”

John smiled, before dissolving into another coughing fit. You moved to the bed again, rubbing your husband’s back in long soothing motions while he hacked up a lung and collapsed in on himself, clutching his stomach as if trying to hold himself together.

“What do you need? Are you hot? Cold?”

“Both,” John whimpered as his back collided with the head board and he grunted in pain.

You sighed and encouraged him to lie back down, pulling half the blankets down away from his face so that they covered his waist. “Come on, John, rest.”

John sunk into the mattress before rolling onto his back and looking up at you. “Hold me?” he asked pitifully and you were helpless to deny him. You lifted half the blankets, keeping the crumpled sheet and a flannel covering between you two, and wiggled down behind your husband. Soon he was wrapped up in your arms, scooching back to be as close to you as possible, and your cheek was pressed in between broad shoulder blades, safe from any impending coughs and the potential spray of sickness.You held him close and coupled with the warmth of your skin, soon John Whittaker was dead asleep in your arms.

“I love you,” you whispered against his back, promising to stay with him through the night.

The next morning you opened your eyes to find John staring at you with nothing, but love and gratitude. He greeted you gently and his voice sounded worlds better than he had the day before. You raised a hand to push some of the hair from his eyes, but quickly diverted its path to cover your nose and mouth as a sudden sneeze shook your bones from the inside out.

John chuckled and pulled you against his chest before settling back into his pillow. “Sounds like you’re staying with me, darling,” he teased, kissing your forehead. His lips felt cool against your skin and you groaned at the thought that you’d be the patient this time.

“Stay with me?” you asked, hearing the roughness in your throat as clearly as you could feel it, the words scraping and clawing their way up from your lungs.

“I’m not going anywhere,” John assured you, brushing his hand down over your hair and returning an ounce of the comfort you’d brought to him.

BOY. Somebody hug this boy. 

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Things that existed: 1890′s-1914 (For fanfics, hc or rp!)

For me to reblog in the future with more. Notes: I did not include most of the cigarettes, guns and alcohol. These are mostly American brands or international brands in the U.S at the time. Lots of wars, psychological studies, economic recessions, inventions, and media published in this time. This is obviously not an exhaustive list. Spans from a bit before canon to RDR 1′s epilogue  Pre 1890′s: (Just for fun) 1883: The Monopolist (Yes, an early rendition of the board game) The game of Logic, Oscar Mayer, Pinocchio, Long John Silvers,

1884: First modern Cash Register (Imagine the gang trying to figure out how to open one of these)

1885: Dr. Pepper (the soda), first automobile

1886: Heinz Beans, Coco-Cola, Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr, Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson

1887: Sherlock Holmes Book 1 by Arthur Conan Doyle

1888: Vending Machine, Drinking Straw, Four Roses (Bourbon Whiskey) Kessler Whiskey, Seltzer's for upset stomach/heartburn, Mum’s Deodorant, Hunts (the brand)

1889: Lysol 1890′s: 1890: The Picture of Dorian Gray By Oscar Wilde,  Prom (The event for teens)  Matryoshka doll, The Edison Talking Doll (Yes, those creepy ass ones), Lipton Tea, Vicks, Marston’s Brewery, 

1891: Basketball, Rayon, Fig Newtons, Swiss Army Knife, Hormel, 

1892: The second bicycle boom, the “modern” clothes washer, Maxwell Coffee House, Ithaca Kitty - an early paper doll, later stuffed toy?

1893: Cream of Wheat, Juicy Fruit Gum, Johnson’s Baby, Good and Plenty, Wrigley’s Gum, popcorn maker, toaster, Diesel Engine, moving walkways, meth, Ferris wheel, The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling, Sunkist Co,

1894:Corn flakes, Phonograph, Silent Films, different fonts for typewriters? Hydrogen Peroxide (The fizzy stuff that burns like hell), lobster thermidor, mousetraps, Purina animal feed, 

1895:Rugby leagues, Volleyball, Budweiser, T. Martzetii Dips, Whittaker’s Chocolate,  X-rays, 1896: Cracker Jacks, Movie theaters, Frank Merriwell’s Books (A children’s series), Del Monte canning

1897: Jell-O, Cotton Candy, Grape-Nuts (cereal), mufflers, vasectomies, Smucker’s (jelly company), Dracula by Bram Stoker,  1898: Pepsi, Palmolive (Brand), steering wheel, heroin, Walker’s Shortbread, Nabisco, War of the Worlds by H.G. Welles, 

1899: Martha white (food),  Pall mall cigarettes',  Wesson cooking oil, Lux soap, flashlights, revolving doors, first early telephone 1900′s: 1900: Wizard of Oz Book 1 released by L. Frank Baum, Chiclets, Hershey Bars, Kodak cameras, Triskets, escalators,  1901: Disposable Safety Razor, Sweethearts (The candy) the Scholastic Altitude Testing (Standardized Testing that American high schoolers take. Jack would have to take one, I think.) Necco’s candy,  The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter (All of her books then)   1902:  Neon Lamps, Teddy Bear, periscope, air conditioning, polygraph tests, Peter Pan,  The Virginian by Owen Wister - A western novel

1903: Kraft Food’s Company, Crayons

1904: Banana Split, tea bags, Ovaltine, Canada Dry, French’s (The brand),  K-Y Jelly, Discoll’s Berries,  1905: Cadbury Dairy Milk, Hebrew National Brand, popsicles, RC Cola, Planters brand, Kellogg’s Brand,  Arsène Lupin by Maurice Leblanc (Stories about a master thief) 1907: Gumball machine, rear-view mirrors, tootsie rolls, Hershey's kisses, 1908: Coffee filters, Ford Motel T engine, Hydrox cookies (Oreo’s lemony older brother), Milk-bone the biscuit (For Rufus),  Anne of Green Gables, by  L. M. Montgomery, Mr. Toad - the kid’s character, 1909: More modern lightbulbs, Pearson’s candy company, Tillamook Creamery, Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux  1910:  instant coffee, milkshake machines,  1911: Wall plugs, Nivea products, Midol (pain reliever), Crush Soda, Crisco, processed cheese, Mars brand,  1912: Edison Disc Record, Goo Goo Clusters, Oreos, LifeSavers candy, Lorna Doone Cookies, Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs 1913: Zippers, Crossword Puzzles, Camel Cigarettes, Hellman’s Food company, 

1914: Traffic Cone, Gasmask, Tinker Toys, Listerine, Salad Cream,  Heath Bar, Mary Jane Candies, Grapico Soda, Turkish Delight, Mother’s Cookies (The rainbow animal cookies with sprinkles), Chicken of the Sea, TastyKake,

Bonus: Modern Slang they would know. Sorry for the tags, but I worked hard on this and I want it to go out. Edit: Wow, thanks, guys! I didn’t expect this to gain traction. At all. Anyway, I’m a historian so feel free to send me asks about stuff like this! I will probably edit it for medical stuff. 

[just-here-for-the-moment]

7 x 7 - List 7 of your comfort movies and tag 7 people

This is where I copy and paste my answers and start a new thread, because reblogging a list of text 3 miles long gives me a headache.

I got tagged by @quica-quica-quica AND @pintsizemama AND @dihra-vesa for this one! I'm gonna be sore tomorrow...

The Thing (1982) Love it, love it, love it. Watch it every Halloween and again earlier in the year.

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) When I don't know what I feel like watching I always turn this on. It's just actiony and I don't have to use my brain and I get to watch Chris Evans being all beefy and charming.

Rebecca (1940) Super creepy film adaptation of the novel by Daphne du Maurier, and it was Alfred Hitchcock's first American film. Gothic and creepy and just... ugh, I get shivers just thinking about it. So great!

The Muppets Take Manhattan (1984) Because, you know, child of the 80s. And this one has the imaginary flashback to the Muppet Babies that spawned the cartoon, which was also awesome. (And I'm going to sneak an extra in here and tell you to also go watch The Great Muppet Caper from 1981, too! Because it's the perfect double-feature for a day when you're stuck in bed with the flu.)

Clue (1985) Because it's Clue. Just go watch it again. You probably already have it memorized. "One plus two plus one plus one, not one plus one plus two plus one..."

Hard Boiled (1992) An early John Woo feature when he was making his name in Hong Kong cinema. Cheesy, early 90s, so many bullets and explosions and coreographed fights and just so, so, so good. I love it. And c'mon, Chow Yun-Fat? So cute in this movie!

Valley Girl (1983) I hate Nicolas Cage SO MUCH and this is one of only 2 movies of his I will watch, because he's a baby here, he's not the annoying "Nicolas Cage" of today yet. A slumber party staple of the 80s/90s, from the dinosaur days when you would have to go rent VHS tapes. Fun fact: the French Maid from Clue is the same actress as the hippie mom in Valley Girl, Colleen Camp! She's a fucking chameleon. You wouldn't ever guess it's the same lady. (I'm going to sneak another one in here and tell you to watch it in a double feature with Fast Times at Ridgemont High from 1982 to get the full 80s high school experience. And in that movie Nicolas Cage shows up in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it role as a nameless punk antagonizing Forrest Whittaker the football player.)

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There May Be Trouble Ahead - Part 3

John Whittaker x Reader

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s all lemon zest 🍋 because the world deserves more of the over-eager puppy that is the handsome Johnny Whittaker. And puppies need discipline.

The song excerpt is from ‘Let’s Face the Music and Dance’ which surely must be John’s life anthem? (It wasn’t released until 1936 but there’s that fiction writer’s licence again.)

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including oral between consenting adults*. Some drinking.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(Not my GIF, credit to owner)

As John followed you out of his bedroom, you asked him if you might use the bathroom and he took your hand once more, guiding you along the corridor and pointing at a door. Once inside, you looked around at the huge roll-top bath and large porcelain sink. You smiled, once again it all seemed very Victorian to your (you liked to think) very modern eye.

Coming back downstairs a little later on, you heard a murmur of voices from below you and paused on the half-landing, tip-toeing to the edge and peeking cautiously over the banister rail.

John and Sarah were standing in the large lobby, and you noticed that John had his arms crossed over his chest in a very defensive stance.

You heard Sarah say in her quiet voice, “I just don’t want you to get hurt again, Johnny.” You grimaced as she said “Johnny” and the familiar way she used it. “I mean I hardly have to remind you what happened the last time you met someone and got carried away, do I? She ran off with your Father!” Your mouth rounded into an ‘O’ as you heard those explosive words. A scowl appeared on John’s face, and he snapped, “Well firstly, you did just remind me! And secondly, at least the old man’s not around this time to run off with my wife!”

“Wife!” exclaimed Sarah, “She’s an acquaintance at best! Hardly appropriate to speak of her as your wife. You met her, what - a week ago?” “Took me less time than that with Larita,” shot back John. Now it was Sarah’s turn to pull a face. “I’m just saying to take it more slowly this time, Johnny, that’s all!” John started striding away from her and you pulled back from the banister in case either of them looked up and spotted you. “Well, thank you for the advice, Sarah. You can rest assured that this time I shall be doing things with less haste and more consideration.”

Through the banister rails you watched Sarah remain standing there for a moment, crestfallen, before following after John.

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John stalked into the sitting room, heading for a cigarette box on one of the low tables and opening it. Thankfully it wasn’t empty, so he took one out, tapped it a couple of times and lit it with the ornate table lighter next to the box. He drew on it before blowing out a long plume of smoke into the air. He heard heels making their way across the large rug behind him and hoped it was his guest, turning with a smile on his face.

Seeing that it was Sarah, his smile faded and he knew she’d noticed that. But why then did she have to keep on at him like some kind of mother hen? He sighed, “What other pearls of wisdom are you here to cast before me, Sarah?”

She tried a tentative smile, “I don’t mean to nag, Johnny. You know I don’t. It’s as I said, I just don’t want you to get hurt again.” He moved over to the large windows, gazing out over the landscape, “I don’t intend to, believe me. And I don’t intend to hurt my new lady friend either,” he replied, still smoking his cigarette and speaking over his shoulder to her, “I’ve met someone I truly like and I’m not about to mess it up.”

He turned back to the window and therefore missed seeing Sarah’s lips tightening into an almost-snarl as she heard his words.

And unbeknownst to him, the ‘someone’ of whom he spoke was currently listening just outside the sitting room.

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A quiet voice behind you made you jump. “Are you lost, madam?” You swung round. Oh, it was the butler, Furber was it?

“Oh no, it’s fine thank you, Mr Furber. I’m just looking for John and I think I’ve found him now.” You pointed theatrically - and somewhat ridiculously - into the sitting room, before giving him an embarrassed smile and disappearing through the door.

You saw that Sarah was now the one adopting the defensive body language, and she and John were staring each other down in what looked like some kind of Mexican Standoff.

Okay, you thought, here I go with my ‘Absolutely Innocent of Eavesdropping’ act.

“Oh, John - there you are! I thought I’d lost you for a moment,” and you gave him a big smile. “Hello, Sarah!” you added, now looking at her and still smiling, but it was a very much smaller one than John had received from you.

John reacted as you’d hoped he would and came rushing over to you immediately, hand going to yours. “Do you want to go, darling? We can, you know.” “Perhaps we should,” you said, “we don’t want to take up the whole of everyone’s afternoon, do we?” He grinned at you, “No, we don’t, darling.”

You hid a smile, thinking that he was perhaps slightly overdoing it with the ‘darling’s’ but you’d take them all. Because you’d caught a look of absolute fury on Sarah’s face for a split-second when she’d heard the first ‘darling’ leave his lips.

That’s more like it, girl! you thought gleefully, let out all that broiling jealousy and sexual tension hiding inside that calm little head!

If she wasn’t going to be honest about her true feelings and instead mess around playing silly mind games, then that really wasn’t your problem. You’d just met John, you liked him (much to your amazement, you had to admit) and you wanted to see where things led.

It had annoyed you, quite frankly, when you’d heard her dripping words of doubt into John’s ear as if she was merely a concerned bystander, instead of being an interested party herself.

And if she was going to play dirty, then you just might have to as well.

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John was feeling immensely relieved as he drove the two of them away from Flintham Hall. His darling (which was how he found himself thinking of her now) didn’t seem to have overheard that silly squabble of his with Sarah and they’d managed to take their leave fairly easily without too many entreaties from his Mother to stay longer.

Although she did seem a little quiet on the drive back to town. He shook off the thought, she was probably just a bit overwhelmed after meeting all of them in one fell swoop. It was quite a task, he acknowledged. He knew his family could be intimidating.

Arriving back and parking outside her flat, he was overjoyed when she asked him if he’d like to come in for either more tea or a small aperitif.

It seemed that he was still in her ‘good books’.

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You poured a pale sherry for each of you and handed a glass to John. He was lounging - entirely at ease - on your large cherry-red sofa, and you sat opposite him on the matching armchair. He looked slightly disappointed at that but took a sip of his sherry, saying “Mmm, that’s a nice Fino.”

You’d spent the whole journey back pondering whether to confess that you’d eavesdropped. Firstly, you felt guilty for doing so. One of your mother’s favourite sayings was ‘eavesdroppers never hear good of themselves’ if she ever caught you and your little brother listening at doors. And secondly, you didn’t want there to be any lies or omissions between you and John.

“Yes, it’s not bad,” you agreed. “Look John, I need to tell you something.” He sat bolt upright, “Oh no - you’re dumping me! Already!” he wailed. You laughed, “No, I’m not! But I do need to discuss something with you.”

He sat back again, still looking anxious, “Tell me!” he demanded. You drew in a deep breath, “I overheard your conversation with Sarah. I’m sorry!” you said quickly, “I really didn’t mean to, I was just coming downstairs… and then you were in the sitting room.” You grinned, “Furber caught me standing outside!” He also grinned, “Yes, he’s got a habit of appearing without warning! I suppose it’s the whole butler thing.” His expression sobered, “So you did hear us squabbling! And also the final scandalous fact about my ill-fated marriage.” He took another sip of sherry. “Yes, the sad fact is, my Father ran off with her. They’re living in sin and penury down in the south of France.”

“I’m sorry, John,” you said sincerely, “that must’ve been hard to bear.” He smiled at you, “It wasn’t the best. And of course Mother went absolutely mad and said it was all my fault. Which it was, of course. By that time, I’d realised that I didn’t love her but yes, it still stung.” You leaned back and looked steadily at him, “I suppose it was for the best. In an awful way. But tell me, what’s with Sarah?” He gave you a puzzled look, “What do you mean, darling?”

“Your relationship with her. Tell me about it.” He sighed, “Mother always wanted me to marry her. She saw it as the joining of two dynasties, nothing romantic about it. I think I told you we had a brother-sister thing between us? We grew up together so that’s just how it was. Then mater started putting pressure on me to get engaged to her and her parents weren’t opposed to it, so it was kind of understood between the two families that that’s what would eventually happen. But then… Larita. As I said.” Another sip of sherry. “When she left, it was obvious that everyone expected me to just pick up with Sarah again from where we left off. But she didn’t seem all that keen - wounded pride, I suppose and I don’t blame her for that - and to be brutally honest, I really wasn’t keen either.”

His dark eyes gazed over at you, “I never felt that spark with her, you know? She’s just like another sister.” You almost felt sorry for Sarah. “So it was just kind of… left on the side and no-one’s mentioned it again.” You nodded, and decided to take the plunge, “You do realise that she’s in love with you? And probably always has been?”

His face was a picture. “Umm.. what?” You nodded again, “Yes, John, believe me. Her indifferent demeanour is all an act. She wants you for herself.” You met his eyes, watching him intensely, “Does that change anything? How you feel about her? Because if it does, then I’ll just take myself off somewhere else.” He shook his head vigorously, “No! It changes nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He put his sherry glass down on the small table next to the sofa and came over to crouch down beside your chair, grasping your arm, “I’m sorry about it if that’s the case, I truly am. But it’s you I want, not Sarah.” He leant in towards you and the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, then John’s lips softly met yours and you shared a sedate kiss.

Breaking apart, he laughed nervously, “I hope you don’t mind that I kissed you?” Shaking your head and running a finger along his jaw, you were smiling as you replied, “I don’t mind in the slightest, John.”

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John was driving perhaps a little too fast along the country roads, on his way back home in the gathering dusk. He was a very happy man indeed, and he was singing at the top of his voice.

There may be trouble ahead

But while there's moonlight

And music and love and romance

Let's face the music and dance

Before the fiddlers have fled

Before they ask us to pay the bill

And while we still have the chance

Let's face the music and dance

He pulled the car to a grinding halt and leapt out of it, bounding up the steps and into the house. Furber, gliding along with a tray holding a decanter of sherry and four glasses, hid a smile and nodded at him, “Good evening, sir. Shall I bring an additional glass for you?” “Uh.. no, thanks Furber, I’m just going to my room. To.. uh.. lie down for a nap before dinner.”

Furber hid an even bigger smile. He knew the signs only too well. The Master was in love again.

John’s foot was on the first step of the staircase when Veronica’s voice cut through his pleasant thoughts. “John! Please join us!” His shoulders dropped… caught like a rat in a trap! Accepting defeat, he turned on his heel and trotted into the sitting room behind his Mother. The other three ladies were ranged around various sofas and armchairs and in the process of accepting glasses of sherry from Furber, who magically produced a fifth glass and now filled it for John. How does he do that? wondered John, does he keep supplies of spare glasses in his pockets? Hmm, maybe he does, I wouldn’t put it past him.

He took the glass and thanked Furber, settling into one of the squashy old armchairs and facing the four women who were all looking at him expectantly. He looked back at them, until eventually his Mother broke the stalemate, “Well, John? Where did you meet her? At the Art Gallery?” Marion sniggered bitchily, “As if! John’s never been inside an art gallery in his life, Mama!” Shooting her a poisonous look, John replied, “As it happens - no, Mother.” Marion snorted in triumph but John ignored her, continuing, “I nearly hit her in the head with a tennis ball.”

“Johhhhnnn!” wailed his mother, “That’s no way to impress a lady!” He sighed, “I do realise that, mater. I promise you I didn’t do it on purpose. But it was certainly very fortuitous.” He knew that he probably had a dreamy, faraway look in his eyes but he didn’t care. He noticed Sarah’s eyes on him, and he felt a sudden pang of guilt. But what can I do? he thought, the heart wants what the heart wants.

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Monday was dragging by and felt very tedious. You’d begun work on a small canvas by a fairly famous local artist and as you meticulously and gently rubbed at the grime which covered it, your mind drifted to last Saturday evening.

After that first innocent kiss, John had pulled you up off the armchair and slid his arms right around you, holding you close and kissing you in an increasingly passionate fashion. So much so that you eventually had to gently shove him away, smiling and catching your breath.

Most of the (admittedly few) men you had stepped out with had been appalling kissers, all wet lips and slobbering over you in indecent haste.

John might act like an overgrown schoolboy (or puppy, take your pick) but in the kissing stakes, he was well out in front of the rest of the field. His lips had hovered at your ear and you felt little huffs of his breath against it. “Your lips, your mouth, your eyes… you’re driving me insane,” he whispered, and you’d almost fainted at the sensuality of it.

You suddenly heard your supervisor’s sharp voice, and you looked up quickly at the older woman. She was in fact a very good mentor, her bark being worse than her bite as they say. She smirked, “You’re in a world of your own today, dear! I called your name at least twice before now.” Looking more closely at you, she gave a delighted laugh, “Oh my! There’s a man involved, isn’t there?” You blushed furiously and she crowed, “I was right! I knew it. Now, tell me all about him!”

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After spending ten minutes telling your mentor all about John, you were slightly disappointed when she had a bit of a mixed reaction to the details you shared.

“My dear, he does sound very dashing,” she intoned, and you knew there was a ‘but’ coming, “but he also sounds a little bit… risqué.” You opened your mouth to jump to his defence, but she held up a hand, “I know you don’t want to hear this, but you do need to guard against making any impulsive decisions regarding him. He sounds as if he likes impulsive gestures, judging by the sound of the circumstances surrounding his marriage. And then his father running off with his wife! I mean, my dear, that is positively…” “Scandalous,” you supplied, “yes, I do realise that. But I truly believe he’s learned his lesson.”

She looked sceptical, “So you say, but please do bear in mind that he’s still probably inclined towards the impulsive, despite what he says. I’m sure your parents would never forgive me if I didn’t at least try and sound a warning shot across your bows!” You dipped your head and accepted her thoughts, “I am listening to you, honestly,” you assured her.

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John had taken to telephoning you every evening since the Saturday you’d spent together. “I just want to hear your voice,” he’d say say quietly into the phone. “It’s nice to hear yours, too,” you’d reply. When he phoned you on Tuesday evening, you could hear some excitement in his voice. “I’ve got us two stand tickets for the races on Saturday,” he said, his words tumbling over each other, “Oh say you’ll come! It’s not one of the big gold cup meetings but it’ll be so much fun!” You laughed, caught up in his excitement, “Yes, John, I’ll come.”

“Wonderful! Mater keeps telling me not to call you too much or pester you at work but I can’t help it!” “It’s fine, I don’t mind,” you said truthfully, thinking about how you now sat in your flat of an evening waiting for him to call. Not that you’d admit that to him, of course. Your feelings for John were definitely a bit like a runaway train at the moment, and you were trying to keep the brakes on but you were struggling to do so.

About half an hour after you’d hung up, your doorbell rang. Opening the door, you were less than charmed to see your neighbour Euphemia standing on your doorstep clutching a teacup. “Oh hullo,” she greeted you, “I wonder if I can borrow some sugar?” Mentally rolling your eyes, you said, “Of course, step in for a moment.” You took the cup from her and she trailed along your hall after you, following you to the kitchen. You knew exactly why she was here and as you poured out some sugar for her, she said, trying to sound casual, “So you have a new young man, then?”

Your back was to her so you smirked to yourself. “Yes, Euphemia, I do,” you said lightly. “Mmm,” she grunted, “What’s his name, then?” “John.” “John what?” Now she was beginning to annoy rather than amuse you, “John No-one-You’ll-Ever-Have-Heard-Of,” you said sarcastically, handing her the cup of sugar. “There you go, Euphemia! Now, so sorry, I’m right in the middle of something.” In other words, sling your hook. She had a very dissatisfied look on her face as she hadn’t been able to get all the information she wanted out of you. Just then, there was another knock at the door so you headed to it, Euphemia on your heels again. God, that woman!

Upon opening the door this time, you were delighted to see a much more welcome face. John was standing there, a very large bouquet of peonies in his hand. He gave you a big smile then immediately leaned in for a kiss, but pulled back suddenly mid-kiss when his eyes met Euphemia’s over your shoulder. “Oh!” he exclaimed, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realise you had company.” You looked over your shoulder, saying, “Euphemia was just leaving, weren’t you Euphemia?” you said with a hint of menace in your voice. “Um… yes,” she nodded, “nicer to meet you, Mr… ?” You grabbed John’s arm and squeezed hard, “Bye, Euphemia!” She sulkily brushed past you and John and made her way down your steps.

You dragged John inside and quickly closed the door. “That woman!” you hissed, “She’s just been in here to ‘borrow a cup of sugar’ …in other words, trying to sniff out information about you!” John laughed, “Ah, now I understand! Here, darling… these are for you.” He handed you the bouquet, you exclaiming how pretty they were and beginning to look for a vase. “I remembered you said that peonies were your favourites,” he announced proudly. You were impressed! You two had passed a florists on the evening of your first date and you’d remarked how much you loved the big blowsy pink flowers.

“Anyhow, she’s not very pleased,” you said conversationally as you busied yourself arranging the flowers, “she didn’t get any information out of me at all apart from your first name.” You looked up at him, holding one of the blooms in your hand, “And as much as I’m pleased to see you and these beautiful flowers… what on earth are you doing here, John?”

You saw his face pink up, “I hope you won’t be annoyed but I couldn’t wait until Saturday to see you.” Your stomach filled with butterflies and you put down the peony, going over to where he stood and hugging him, before kissing his cheek. “You’re such a sweet boy,” you smiled at him. You felt his his shoulders relax. “Marion told me you’d get really fed up with me.”

You ghosted a kiss over his lips, “Oh, poor Marion… she’s not a happy bunny, is she?” John smiled a little sadly, “Disappointed in love. Her intended had no intention of marrying her and took off travelling.” “Oh, what a shame,” you sympathised. “It’s given her a slightly skewed view of life,” John shrugged, “she unfortunately tends to revel in other people’s embarrassing situations.”

He leant back from you, your arms still round him, “You’re not fed up with me, are you?” You smiled, “Not yet.” He landed a small kiss on your lips, “I’m pleased to hear that.” “Have you eaten?” “No… I had the sudden impulse to come haring over here to see you.” You stroked his cheek, “Then have a seat,” you waved towards your kitchen table, “and I’ll make you something.”

Your mentor’s words echoed in your head as you went to the pantry and took out some food items for John. “…he’s still probably inclined towards the impulsive…”

You felt a little soupçon of worry. It seems like she had possibly hit the nail right on the head.

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Jodie Whittaker is leaving Dr Who so here are some actors I think should replace her

Noma Dumezweni, best known for playing Hermione in the Cursed Child and she was also in Black Earth Rising and she was really good in that. She has been in Doctor Who before but when has that stopped anybody

Sophie Okonedo, best known for Hotel Rwanda I think and she was also Margaret in the Hollow Crown. she played Liz X in one of Matt Smith's early ones as well

Paapa Essiedu, he was most recently in I May Destroy You and he was also Hamlet at the RSC in which he was absolutely phenomenal

Jade Anouka, currently Ruta Skadi in His Dark Materials and she was also Antony, Hotspur and Ariel in the Donmar Warehouse Shakespeare trilogy

Anna Chancellor, she was in Four Weddings and a Funeral and played Caroline Bingley in the 1995 Pride and Prejudice

Fiona Shaw, probably best known for Petunia Dursley but she's recently been in Fleabag and Killing Eve and she was so good in those

Lucian Msamati, he was in Game of Thrones and John Faa in His Dark Materials and was Salieri in the national theatre's production of Amadeus

Ayesha Dharkar, I honestly haven't seen her in much, I think she's best known for Anita and Me but for some reason she just gives me the correct vibes

Indira Varma, best known as Ellaria Sand in Game of Thrones. She was also in Luther and played Suzie Costello in Torchwood

Anne Marie Duff, she played Fiona in the UK version of shameless and Ma Costa in His Dark Materials.

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🗳 for your husband!

First of all writing a handwritten note for my fictional husband is a lot harder than I imagined it would be.

[aenslem]

If I'm alone in this I don't think I can face The consequences of falling

[heloisedaphnebrightmore]

can you recommend me some good Ben Barnes movies/series? im watching the chronicles of marine prince caspian/voyage of dawn trader over me over again because I cannot get over how GOOD he looks but I need more

Oooh hello, here comes my expertise :D So, let’s begin with the more popular ones. 

Obviously him being Prince Caspian and King Caspian, you’re already watching that, but just in case anyone needs this, I will write them down. 

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian [Film]

The Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader [Film]

I was not a big fan of Caspian as a prince to be honest. Of course, when I was a teenager, sure, but as I grew older I had to realise he was just an entitled little sh*t at times, just like Peter :D So, when I will start writing for Caspian, it will be enemies to lovers xD

I’m assuming I don’t even have to talk about Dorian Gray. It was one of his most popular movies and it will never be forgotten. 

Dorian Gray [Film]

It was his next big role after Prince Caspian with a very interesting plot-line if you ask me.

Probably you have also heard about Billy Russo who was played by Ben Barnes, but if you haven’t here you go.

The Punisher [Series]

It is a very good series, but you do have to be prepared for some bloody scenes and shootings and betrayal and all those heavy stuff. It’s not an easy watch, but certainly worth it :)

He also played Logan Delos, who was quite a conflicting character, but I loved him. According to Ben, some of Logan’s characteristics were actually based on him, which I have no idea how true is, but... please tell me more :D

Westworld [Series]

If you like cocky self-destructing bad boys, Logan is for you :D

Another one I thoroughly enjoyed is a movie he shot with Katherine Heigl. He is playing a very laid back guy and I can just see Ben Barnes’ real personality in Ryan Brenner’s character so I just loved it :)

Jackie & Ryan aka Love Me Like You Do [Film]

It’s more like a romantic, closer to real life movie, but it has a certain charm, that I found to be very sweet. 

There was also a film where he played Josh Sawyer a father, who got into a car accident with his family. It was quite a heavy film too. [x]

Locked in [Film]

I would say I enjoyed it, it was an interesting concept, however, critics have rated it very low, so I guess it depends on you. I’m not a movie expert so I wouldn’t be able to tell you if technically it’s a good movie or not, I personally liked it. 

Anyways, I will not explain every single series and films he has played in, so here are some that are also good to watch from him. 

I have watched

Killing Bono [Ben Barnes as Neil McCormick] [Film]

By the Gun [Ben Barnes as Nick Tortano] [Film]

Seventh Son [Ben Barnes as Thomas Ward] [Film]

Easy Virtue [Ben Barnes as John Whittaker] [Film]

I have not watched yet

Gold Digger [Ben Barnes as Benjamin Greene] [Series]

Sons of Liberty [Ben Barnes as Samuel Adams] [Series]

And as very side characters

Stardust [Ben Barnes as Young Dunstan Thorn]

The Words [Ben Barnes as The Young Man]

The Big Wedding [Ben Barnes as Alejandro Griffin]

And of course, his upcoming simp-worthy role as The Darkling/General Kirigan in Shadow and Bone, coming on 23 April 2021 on Netfilx :D

I hope this helps :D

“Reading is my therapy” masterlist