#Leeds Ladies

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Born on this day: Millie Bright (21.08.1993)

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Louise Leeds

[ex35life]

I have some crunch time illustration work, so it may be a while before I get some fanart done. But here’s a wip I’ve been working on of Leed from Dungeon Meshi.

[laolafi]

Stupid sexy post-canon Jewish Aldridges headcanon incoming …

They’re staunchly Reform, of course. Rose (who eventually converted) is much more observant than Atticus, who’s basically just keeping up appearances because Lord Sinderby Would Disapprove Otherwise (he’s alright struggling with Hashem, just not his father). However, and for reasons that are entirely their own, they eventually decide to keep … well, not entirely shomer negiah, but shomer niddah. And they’re having such terrific fun with it. In a very meaningful way, of course.

When they’re staying at Downton during the war years, Rose needs to go all the way to Leeds to have access to a mikveh. She still wants to do it properly. It’s a mitzvah after all, shut up Atticus. So they decide to make it their thing, go together, stay at a nice hotel, do what one does at long last after the mikveh.

At some point, however, timing is inconvenient. So one night at dinner, the Completely Clueless Crawleys urge them to reschedule.

They can’t. They won’t. It’s a Jewish Thing, they try to explain, blushing (but not because they’re ashamed to be Jewish). But it’s not a holiday, not even Shabbat, Cora remarks. She understands a bit, but not enough.

If it’s just an appointment with “what do you call your Jewish priests at your Jewish church again”, probably something to do with the refugee children, surely they don’t have to stay overnight? When Rose tries to explain it’s not about that, it’s a ritual for women, someone points out that Atticus might as well stay back then and attend the house party or charity thing or whatever it is without her instead. He’s not a woman after all, and Rose has always been very independent, she won’t need a chaperone won’t she?

She could, of course, but she doesn't want to. And neither does Atticus.

They spend an embarrassingly long time basically discussing the logistics of the Aldridges’ sex life over a polite dinner conversation, with no one but the Resident Jews being any the wiser.

Rose is mortified and loves every bit of it. Atticus really needs a drink.

Sat across the table, Lord and Lady Sinderby are positively dying.

[aragarna]

Ara rewatches E.R.: George Clooney as Dr. Doug Ross, Anthony Edwards as Dr. Mark Green and Zachary Browne as Jake Leeds (E.R. 1x23)

[just-marvel-polls2]

Marvel Christmas Poll thing 4 pt3

who would YOU like to…

[welovehoppy]

[queen-daya]

Every Shot of Anne Wheeler (Part 17/♾️)

[gloomwitchwrites]

Last one I swear...What If 141...had an American girlfriend and they argued or had to teach them about some cultural differences? Football/soccer...currency...bathroom/loo, etc.

You said last one but we know that's not true. Don't blame you though. Keep them coming.

I love this idea. It's so cute! Translation mixup, confusion about slang, cultural differences, etc. Even though the Brits speak English, it's nothing like American English in a lot of respects, which is why I find this prompt so fun!

Wanted to make this quick and short. Presented in four drabbles. Enjoy!!

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Task Force 141 x Reader

Content & Warnings: brief swearing, brief mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 400

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Those are cookies, Kyle.”

“It’s a biscuit.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “A biscuit is savory. Cookies are sweet.”

“Your biscuit is a scone.”

“Oh my god,” you groan.

An old lady navigates around the two of you inside the grocery store. Her cart almost clips you.

Kyle glances down at the list in his hands. “What the fuck is an eggplant?”

“We need it for dinner on Tuesday.”

“But what is it?”

You point and Kyle follows. His arm drops to his side and he side-eyes you.

“That’s an aubergine.”

“That’s an aubergine,” you mimic as Kyle laughs.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

The front of the pub is painted all black with intricate gold lettering. A nearby streetlamp casts the front window in a warm glow.

“Remember what I told you?” asks Simon.

You both stare at the pub, neither moving to the door just yet.

“Tell me again.”

Simon clears his throat. “If I’m buying a round, don’t offer money for your portion. Order at the bar but don’t linger. Know what you want. Respect closing time.”

He pauses and you see him turn in the reflection of the window.

“Got it?” he asks.

“Got it.”

“Let’s get bloody pissed then.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“You’ve got this. Don’t stress.” Johnny grasps your shoulders and squeezes. “It’ll be fine.”

“What if I mess up. Make a fool of myself?”

“You won’t,” he affirms.

“Johnny.”

He sighs and then cups the sides of your face. “You don’t have to say anything but three things.” You breathe deep, and Johnny goes in for a quick kiss. “What are they?”

“Aye,” you say. “Which means yes.”

“Naw,” and this is you emphasize with a terrible accent that makes Johnny wince, “is no.”

“What else?”

“It’s okay to use ‘fuck’ casually in a sentence.”

“That’s my girl,” laughs Johnny.

John Price

“If you’re coming to the game, you’re calling it by its proper name,” says John, pointing at you.

“What?” you ask with pretend aloofness. “Soccer?”

“Football,” he growls with annoyance.

It irritates John when you call the sport by its American name. But you do it anyway just to tease him.

John holds up a jersey. “This is important to me.”

“I know.”

“It’s a game with the boys.”

You pat his shoulder. “I know, John.”

He sighs. “What is it called?”

You remain quite and John arches an eyebrow.

“Soccer,” you answer, grinning.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn cute.”

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[michaels-reality]

Diversity talk around Dungeon meshi makes me feel insane because all that was done is drawing normal looking white people. I can count the people of color on one hand and most of them are ambiguously brown, and on the other hand I can count the fat characters and most of them are specific fantasy races.

Ryoko Kui has a remarkable art style and everyone is drawn with love and I really admire it, but I feel like it shouldn't be the pinnacle of diversity for some of you. Falin isn't fat, she's just a big normal looking lady. Laios also isn't fat, he just has a regular looking muscular build without the dehydration six pack. The fat characters we do see are dwarves and orcs, which seem to make it look like the only way you can be fat is to a specific fantasy race. That may sound like a reach and may actually be a reach, but it is a little sus to me </3.

Characters like leed, namari, and senshi mean a lot to me but I wish we saw more fat humans or elves or etc. I know Ryoko Kui does explore more body types for different races in the art books but I'm a little disappointed it wasn't in the actual manga.

Not to mention the lack of black people 😭 Like I'm usually not expecting to see black people in anime and manga, I know that I can't always be asking all that from this kind of stuff, but seeing Kui actually draw black people in some of her studies in the art books and not seeing them present in the manga made me a little sad 😭. Like the brown characters we do have are KiKi, KaKa, Thistle, Kabru, and Cithis (plus a few extras that show up for like 2 seconds). Most of them are ambiguous, talking about the elves. Like we have brown elves but also we have pitch black elves, that makes me think they are only brown cus they are dark elves.

People like to argue like "Oh but it's fantasy and these are fantasy races so what do you expect?" but I think there is something to be said how it's always white people in these fantasy settings and brown and black people taking a backseat. I love dungeon meshi, I really do, but it is in no way revolutionary, it is just the standard.

IN MY OPINION ANYWAYS!

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader/ Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Author's Note: Okay, I'm getting the quick sillies out of the way here 🤣 this little blurb was supposed to be some funny fluff based on a TikTok I saw, but I low key teared up writing it halfway. Most of the characters are from @the-kr8tor! I'd also like to thank @pinksugarscrub for beta reading this piece! Also, here's the link for the video that inspired this fic: https://www.tiktok.com/@armee77777/video/7484673629821668654?_r=1&_t=ZT-8uzWVGszy03

Tags: Dad!Hobie, Mom!Reader, Billie and Ramona AU, Some Explicit Language, Fluff

“Y’know, you’re gonna burn a hole through your phone if you keep staring into it.”

Your eyes flick up at the smirking Ned before your disgruntled pout deepens, earning a snicker from your long-time friend as you slide your phone back in your pocket and lean against the bubblegum pink counter. Despite the saccharine candy-themed decorations inside the bakery shop surrounding you and the punk bassist, the pastel cartoon cupcakes and unicorns cannot sweeten your sour mood.

“I can’t help it, okay?” you huff out with a petulant whine, “I’m supposed to be over at the girls’ fall recital, but I’m stuck on decorating duty while Hobie is there–”

“Maybe you should get better at playing rock-paper-scissors–”

Ned quickly dodges a smack from you with a cackle, backing away from your flurry of swipes with a shit-eating grin. “Now, now, you’re not alone in this anyway. I’m here to help you, remember? Voluntarily too. If Yuri or James were with you, you guys would definitely get distracted and forget to do everything until the last minute–”

Instantly provoked, you start to chase him around the empty service area, more of Ned’s cackles echoing against the baby blue walls. “Hey, you’re a mother now! You need to set a good example for Billie and Mona–”

“Shut up, Leeds!” you scoff with a playfully taunting smirk, eyes trained on the denim-cladded man while he attempts to juke you around a roundtable. “You can’t give me that crap when you act the same way–”

“Excuse you!” Ned sputters with an indignant glare, “I happen to be very mature, and you know it–”

“Who was the one who nearly toppled over a bounce house with Hobie at the pumpkin patch and landed on a bunch of pumpkins earlier this week?”

“...damn it, Yuri, you snitch–”

Sharp squeaks from your trainers vibrate through the checkered linoleum floor, and scraping chairs soon follow as Ned barely escapes your clutches again by a hair.

“You asshole!” you choke out another laugh while pushing a chair back into the table, “get back here–”

“Ahem.”

Both you and Ned freeze in the middle of the service room, slowly turning towards the counter where an amused elderly lady stands behind it with a pink cardboard box and a mirthful smile.

“Good afternoon,” the lady chuckles as she sets the box down on the counter. “I understand this place can bring the kid out of all of us, but do remember that this is still an eating establishment and not a playground.”

Despite the teasing in her voice, a warm smile curls up on the lady’s lips as she crosses her arms across her chest, “now, I’m assuming you two are here to pick up a cake for Brown?”

—

“God, that was fucking humiliating.”

Ned snickers behind you as he sets the cake down on the dining table. The lavender fondant and the white scrawlings of ‘Happy Birthday, Billie and Ramona!’ on top is a stark contrast to the black plastic tablecloth and orange frosted cupcakes and cookies, the Halloween-themed table only part of the greater ensemble. Green, purple and orange streamers drape along the walls of the houseboat, with homemade cutouts of bats and pumpkins plastered underneath. Hand-stitched stuffies of Billie and Ramona’s favorite monsters over the years are tucked in their respective chairs around the table, the newest additions of a vampire and ghost proudly sitting at the head of the table, patiently waiting for the guests of honor to arrive.

“It could’ve been worse,” he tries to reassure you with a cheeky grin, shrugging his shoulders as he plucks a stuffed werewolf out of its seat and plops himself onto the seat. “She could’ve just not given us the cake and trespassed us or something.”

You roll your eyes with a snort as you open the oven, wincing from the radiating heat inside, before you gingerly reach in to pull out the bubbling mac and cheese. “Shut up, Ned.”

“What? I’m just saying, it could’ve. We could’ve accidentally crashed ourselves against her display case and caused some serious property damage–”

“Please tell me you guys didn’t actually do that before.”

A sheepish grin curls up on Ned’s lips as he leans against the backrest of the chair. “You know how big James is. There could be a brick wall in front of him, and he could tackle through it like the Kool-aid Man if he wanted to–”

“Oh my god,” you try to fight off a guffaw bubbling up from your lungs as you set the mac and cheese on top of the counter, earning a smug smirk from the punk.

“He looks like the bloke too,” Ned adds on with a snicker, “with how red his face gets after a pint or two–”

“I swear, you guys are more like children than the girls,” you can’t help but choke out a few wheezes.

Ned shrugs before he pushes himself back up from his chair and crosses the room, snatching another pair of oven mitts and sliding them over his hands. “Hey, I’ll have you know we’ve become quite respectable adults. I mean, I’d never would’ve thought Yuri would be those aunties that take a shit ton of photos of kids before the twins were born, nor James be those uncles who would go to all the school events.”

He approaches the open oven and reaches in, the smell of roasted garlic and cooked meat wafting into the kitchen area as he pulls out a browned roast beef. “And look at this shit! If you told me ten years ago that I was gonna be making a fucking roast in a kitchen, I’d laugh at your face–”

More wheezes and snorts rack up your body as you lean against the counter, blinking away the beading tears in your eyes. With a victorious grin, Ned elbows the oven door closed before he approaches you.

“And don’t get me started with Hobie,” Ned snickers as he bumps his shoulder against yours. “Our baby lead guitarist is a damn father. I don’t know how you got him wrapped around your finger after all these years, but you somehow got his stubborn arse to be soft–”

“Okay, I get it, I get it,” you huff out another giggle, bumping your shoulder back to him as he sets the roast beef down. “You guys are old now–”

“Hey– I never said that–”

More laughter bounces against the wooden confines of the houseboat, your chest growing warm as your memories whir through your mind like an old-fashioned movie reel. Flashes of the mandem pop up– younger, rougher around the edges, with their own burdens weighing down their shoulders, with something to prove that they would not be beaten down by the rest of the world. Tears prick up in your eyes the more you remember, memories of the members gradually shifting closer to how they are now, growing more content with their lives– especially when the girls join in halfway, growing up along with them.

A soft tap on your cheek breaks you from your reminiscing, and you flick your eyes to a sympathetic Ned, lingering on the slight laugh lines on his face that would never be there when you first met him.

‘C’mon now, don’t get emotional on me,” he gently teases you. “Can’t have Hobie thinking I made his lovie cry–”

“Shut up, asshole,” you admonish Ned as you wipe away a stray tear. “It’s just…everything’s going so fast. We’re all grown up…”

Your eyes drift over to the party decorations and the pictures scattered across the walls, each memory proudly on display, timestamping every beautiful moment you can remember.

“The girls are growing up,” your voice softens to a teary hush. “They’ll tell me to stop making them stuffies for their birthdays at some point, huh?”

Ned’s eyes soften before he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. “Or maybe they’ll ask you to teach them. Make their own stuffies to give to you and Hobie on your birthdays at some point–”

“Don’t actually make me cry, Leeds.”

Watery laughs bubble up your chest while Ned gently sways you side to side, tucking your head underneath his chin with a nostalgic smile of his own.

“...we did good, huh?” he whispers, his voice barely cracking. You nod in response with a sniffle before pulling away, blinking away the rest of the tears with a bittersweet smile.

A quick vibration suddenly tickles your thigh, and you quickly pull your phone out to see multiple text messages, all pictures from Yuri. The moment you unlock your screen, images of Billie and Ramona on stage pop up– Billie grinning with the knitted pumpkin sweater you made for her, and Ramona mid-singing in concentration in the green velvet dress Hobie found with her at the nearby thrift store. Tears cling to your lashes as you stare at the digital images of the girls, already making a mental note to print them out as the newest additions for your family album.

Before you can show the pictures to Ned however, another message pops up on screen– this time a video with an attached text.

Yuri: Billie wants you to have a word with Hobie and James when we get back 🤣

Brows furrowing and lips curled up into a frown, Ned looks over your shoulder as you tap on the play icon and let the video play.

You both are immediately greeted by the sight of James carrying a screaming Billie at a water spigot, the one you recognize as the one near the school gym, while Hobie scrubs Billie’s hand under running water with liquid soap with a face of anguish. Yuri’s laughter echoes in the background.

“You can’t handle the truth, Hobie!” James cackles, struggling to keep her from squirming out of his arms.

“You can’t have a boyfriend! No!” Hobie’s voice drowns out Billie’s protests, “This is not okay! Mona, get Daddy more soap!”

“What the actual fuck?” Ned sputters out a laugh, voicing out your own thoughts as you struggle to hold back your own snickers.

With a startled laugh, Billie’s voice breaks through the discord of the punks, “I admit it! I held hands with a boy–”

“OH MY GOD, SHE ADMITS IT!” James cries out with tears of laughter threatening to spill from his eyes while Hobie scrubs Billie’s hand harder with another cry of agony.

More cackles reverberate against the walls as you and Ned collapse on the counter, tears welling up in your eyes again from the absurdity of the family in your life, your heart growing even fonder of the memories made and the ones that are to come.

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[thelarriefics]

GEORGIAN FIC REC: Below you'll find fics that take place between 1714-1830s aka the Georgian Period of England plus other settings around that time.

📖 Lightning Strikes The Heart by @fournipplesau & @justalarryblog (130k)

Shrewsbury, 1814 Dearest reader, I present to you your new bulletin of news regarding Shrewsbury citizen's activities. My name is Lady Merriweather and I will be in charge of the updates. I will make sure you are to know all the important details of what is to happen this season. You must know that you do not know who I am and you never shall. But be forewarned; I certainly do know you. I advise you to be on your best behaviour, lest you want the whole town to be privy of your business.

📖 Come My Love Again by @softfonds (110k)

Harry Styles is handsome, clever, and rich. At least that’s what his friends say of him. He also thinks of himself as a matchmaker in Highbury, pairing people together when he finds the time. But when the arrival of a certain gentleman flips Harry’s world on its head, he starts to question everything that was once all too familiar to him, including his relationship with his good friend, Mr. Tomlinson. An Emma AU.

📖 For You, I will Fall by @larryislove (81k)

Louis is a cruel and unforgiving pirate who hunts mermaids and kills men who owe him money. He takes what he pleases and doesn't care who he leaves burning behind him. Harry is a boy who is on the run and takes a wrong turn right onto the ruthless pirate's ships, It is clear from the start Harry doesn't belong in this cruel new world, but like everything in life, the path you follow stops and everything changes. Two unlikely souls find each other.

📖 Ace of Spades by @allwaswell16 (78k)

Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic. Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

📖 Si Pudiera Volar by @softfonds (69k)

When Harry’s fiancé leaves him for his cousin, he looks the other way for the sake of his happiness. He’ll do anything to forget about him, including joining a monastery. It isn’t until his cousin’s former lover, a pirate, appears that he realizes everything is not as it appears, and an honest pirate might be the only person worthy of his heart. Or, a fic loosely based on Corazón Salvaje.

📖 Lend Me Your Hand by @becomeawendybird (63k)

Society has long since decided that the soulmarks everyone is born with are entirely unfashionable. They're just another way for people of a lower class to scam their way into marrying above their station. Lord Louis Tomlinson, Viscount Loring, on the other hand, has always believed that he will find his soulmate one day. Despite preparing for a match his whole life, he is entirely unprepared for the arrival of Gemma Styles' younger brother. Harry Styles has been traveling and away from society for over a year. Coming back, he intends to spend time with his sister, and slowly reacquaint himself with life in town. He doesn't need to wait around for a soulmark to determine how his life will play out.

📖 The Earl and His Duke by @becomeawendybird (52k)

Lord Tomlinson, the elusive Duke of Leeds, has suddenly emerged in London for the first time in six years. He is believed to have been abroad. He is believed to have been widowed. He is believed to want to withdraw from society. Harry doesn’t know what is true and what isn’t. He only knows that the older brother of one of his best friends is back in town to stay, and that time has taken him from merely the most beautiful man Harry knew, to the most handsome man to ever walk the earth. A man whose gaze probably still skips over Harry like he doesn’t exist the same way it did when they were young.

📖 Graveyard of Bleeding Dreams : The Mourning by HoPotato (42k)

Being in a happy marriage, despite its turbulent start, Harry had not expected the ghoul of his past to come back to slay the dreams he had dared to start thinking about with Louis.

📖 If I Loved You Less by @allwaswell16 (36k)

Beautiful omega Louis Tomlinson is set to make his come out in London society and determined to find a mate in his first Season. With the help and protection of his oldest friend, Lord Niall Mendes, he takes Society by storm. Being a wealthy and titled alpha means Lord Harry Styles has grown used to avoiding unmated omegas...until now. This Season he finds himself at every Society event just for a chance to speak with the omega with the flashing blue eyes. Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

📖 Our Sweetest Memorial by @softfonds (35k)

Ever since Harry was forced to break off an engagement five years ago, he resolved to never marry for the remainder of his life. Now his family must move out of his beloved Kellynch Hall to recover some of their debts that their father had accumulated. The last thing Harry expected was for the new tenants to be related to his former fiancee. And for that fiancee to come back to Somersetshire a much more wealthy man that still holds resentment for their past. A Persuasion AU.

📖 Lies & Liability by @evilovesyou (34k)

Harry Styles has only three wishes when he leaves River Dane Manor to go to Town for his first season: that his sister has rented a townhouse that will provide him as many of the comforts of the country life he has grown accustomed to as possible, that he will not trip and fall when he is presented to Her Majesty the Queen, and that he will enter matrimony out of true love, no matter how favourable the match with any which alpha may be.

📖 he was sunshine, i was midnight rain by @thelavendrhaze (30k)

or two years ago, Harry left Louis on their wedding day to follow his dreams of becoming an artist. When he returns, in hopes of reconciling, he finds he may be too late.

📖 Manners and Misjudgements by @greenblueish (21k)

or, the one where Harry is the Duke everyone loves, but Louis thinks he's too nice and decides he's going to figure out what the Duke is hiding. Spoiler: nothing, he's just nice and perhaps a bit clumsy.

📖 Howls Like A Beast (You Flower, You Feast) by @indiaalphawhiskey (16k)

France, 1754. Château de Versailles. “You don’t love me,” Louis had said, utterly blasé as he callously fractured the heart of a Harry that was just barely eighteen. “I do,” Harry had insisted pleadingly, green eyes already watering. Louis had rolled his eyes, exasperated and flippant in the way only beautiful, young boys could be when faced with the affections of a baby prince. He had run his finger down Harry’s cheek then, had forced him to look into his eyes as he delivered the final blow. “You’ll change your mind once you’ve seen more of the world,” Louis had teased, pressing a brutally delicate kiss onto Harry’s lovely, pure cheek. “Once you’ve been properly defiled.” He had whispered filthily, delighted by the gasp he heard, the frantic pink blush that had rested high on Harry’s cheeks, the power he had felt at knowing he could make the Crown Prince squirm.

📖 Autumn at Fairbridge Hall by @noellehenry-original (14k)

It is October 1817. Mr Louis Tomlinson hosts an Autumn Ball and a Fox Hunting Party at his estate Fairbridge Hall, intending to find suitable husbands for his younger sisters. A Regency AU where Louis does not want to deal with marriage proposals, a stubborn sister and unwelcome guests. The only things he wants are peace and quiet and…, the handsome Mr Styles.

📖 This Winter's Day by @becomeawendybird (14k)

Louis is Harry's stablemaster, and when he falls ill and his mother turns to Harry to help her try and find someone he can settle down with, it's only natural that Harry suggests himself.

📖 Just You, Me, and the Moon by InkedwithLove (13k)

It was the beginning of the 19th century when Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson fell in love.

📖 One Day You'll Say These Words by @allwaswell16 (11k)

A friends to lovers story set in the Regency era.

📖 Trust Me Tonight by @vintageumbroshirt (10k)

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week. Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband. There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

📖 Ace of Hearts by @allwaswell16 (10k)

Louis Tomlinson, the alpha Duke of Yorkshire, had returned to England to stay now that he’d married and mated. But since his husband was also the omega he’d once held captive aboard his half-brother’s pirate ship, he held back from pushing Harry into parenthood. With the Ace of Spades now docked in London, Harry spent time with his friends from the crew and remained a bit oblivious to his alpha’s deepest desires. What he was aware of was his best friend’s hurt and his mother-in-law’s wish for more than friendship with her oldest friend. A sequel to Ace of Spades

[johannestevans]

Have been looking with interest through a lot of local facebook groups dedicated to cat rescue in bradford and leeds and the lack of like. Local culturally informed messaging around microchipping, spaying and neutering, etc is so bonkers.

Like. I get it you're racist whatever. But get good?

A lot of these groups are run by middle aged and older white english women, and the ones that aren't actively volunteers themselves comment a lot of weird shit about like. Crime and animal cruelty and whatever

But like. Don't... Do anything to? Combat it?

If i don't speak English, how do I know that there's a microchip scheme? What's even the point of a microchip, in my mind, if the vet and microchip company don't speak a language I do?

Why assume I'd be unwilling to spay or neuter my cat? What if the prohibitive thing is not my willingness to spay, but the language barrier and/or the price of the vet?

Idk i know it's the racist brainrot and whatever but like. There's a very big difference between a lack of care for animals and a lack of resources and accessible information about those animals, and i just feel like a hundred posters, culturally informed, written in say, Urdu, might be . Useful

And far more useful than copy and pasting "warnings" on cat rescue groups about nefarious individuals going about intent on stealing your pet cat to put into a dog fighting ring. Which is what i saw the same lady comment like a hundred times in several different cat rescue groups

[mybeingthere]

Norman Ackroyd, RA (1938 - 2024, British)

Ackroyd was born in Leeds, Yorkshire. He attended Leeds College of Art from 1957 to 1961 and the Royal College of Art, London from 1961 to 1964, where he studied under Julian Trevelyan. Subsequently, he lived for several years in the United States. He was elected to the Royal Academy of Art in 1988 and appointed Professor of Etching, University of the Arts, in 1994. He was elected Senior Fellow of the Royal College of Art in 2000, and in 2007 was made CBE for services to Engraving and Printing.

"Having travelled much of it himself he loves the coast of Britain the most, and moody seas, rocky islands and seabirds are often his focus. He enjoys capturing the feelings of wild lands and nature around us.

Lucky to attend Cross Flatts School from the age of three during World War II, Norman passed his 11 Plus exam, went on to Cockburn Grammar School (where Hunslet Moor Primary is now), then studied at Leeds College of Art and the Royal College of Art in the 50s and 60s. He sets a lot of store by the great start in life these local schools gave him. Cockburn’s arts and sports teacher Bob Newton really encouraged him in his art.

His hard work ethic began with early starts in his dad’s butchers shop on Lady Pit Lane. He’d cycle down to Leeds Market early doors with meat orders. The shop and family home was an end terrace house on Northcote Road. His dad Arthur sold meat to Leeds United legend John Charles.

During WWII night bombing raids the German planes often tried to drop bombs on the railway infrastructure from Hunslet to Holbeck’s Copley Hill: one night a bomb dropped outside the shop, blowing tiles off the inside walls. A life begun in the midst of war!" https://southleedslife.com/making-his-marks-norman.../

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✨ WH SHOWMAN AU ✨

LORE/PLOT

Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Children of All ages! Come to The Darling and Barnum Circus! Hear the music, Laugh at the clowns, Be thrilled by the perilous leaps of the acrobats, marvel at everything the performers do! "Let Your Imagination Run Wild!"

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It's somewhat same with the plot of The greatest showman, although I have to change a bit of it because of the characters but the gist of it is there.

Instead of P.T Barnum (Aka Wally) being married (like from the original plot), he will inherit the circus from his father who came before him who was the original Ring Master/Owner of the Circus. So it was passed down to him.

Everything start in his childhood, as he sees how his father handles the circus. His other friends are actually the sons and daughters of the original cast ( the original circus performers ) As they all grow up they will be the one managing the circus, once it's their turn and their parents retire as performers.

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Here are the rest of the roles of the members/performers!

Wally Darling as P.T Barnum the Ring Master (Renamed as Wally D. Barnum son of Wallace D. Barnum his father)

(OC)Marie Sincere as Lenny Lind (The Singer)

Julie Joyful and Sally Starlet as the Albino Twins (Renamed as The Cheerful Twins)

Frank Frankly as Anne Wheeler The Trapeze Girl (Renamed as Frank DareDevil the Trapeze Artist)

Eddie Dear as Phillip Carlyle (The Upper Class Boi)

Poppy Partridge as Lettie Lutz The Bearded Lady (Renamed as the Feathered Lady)

Howdy Pillar as Frank Lentini the 3 legged man (Renamed as Howdy Pillar the Multiple Limbed Man)

Barnaby B. Beagle as The Lord of Leeds the Largest Man in the world (Renamed Barnaby the Giant Dog)

(I UPDATED IT! I ADDED MORE DETAILS AND ALSO THE ROLES OF THE OTHER WELCOME HOME CHARACTERS!)

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John William Waterhouse (Italian-born British, 1849-1917) The Lady of Shalott, 1895 Leeds Art Gallery