#McGregor coat

[susoriginals]

Vintage Chore Coat Canvas Duck Barn Jacket with Quilted Lining by McGregor Men's Extra Large DISTRESSED Grunge Only $30

[thealogie]

Hanging out in the "Personal interaction with a celebrity" reddit thread, and what do I see but another account of Mr.Tennant's niceness: "I worked as a waitress at a wake for an actress who I didn't recognise from the photos around the room, however Alan Rickman, Ewan McGregor, David Tennant and Damian Lewis were all in attendance. I took Ewan's big black furry coat to the cloakroom and he was very smily and pleasant.

Then David Tennant accidentally dropped a champagne glass which smashed on the stone floor. He was very apologetic, when I brought a dustpan and brush he tried to take it from me to clean the mess himself, and when I said I of course was happy to clean it up he insisted on standing over me so I didn't get stepped on in a very crowded room. Terribly nice."

Thought your audience might be interested.

breaking something and having to watch someone else clean it up for him at a funeral sounds like a nightmare scenario for him.

[vibingpyro]

I don't get jealous

For once, on the way home from watching Hobie and his band play down at the new pub that has opened up, McGregors, Hobie is silent on the ride home, only murmuring soft replies to whatever question or comment I say to him, an deep in thought expression on his handsome face.

I frown as the bus we're on stops and Hobie gently grabs onto my hand and leads me to the front, and down the steps, and off of the bus giving a small two fingered salute to the bus driver, who Hobie knows and is allowed free rides from.

I give a polite wave to the bus driver and the man in the black cap nods before driving off and Hobie begins to walk, moving his hand from holding mine to gently holding the loop on the side of my pants as we walk together towards our apartment.

Its about a five minute walk but still Hobie is silent, brushing his thumb over the hip part of my pants in casual affection and that only makes me think harder. 'he doesn't seem angry at me...so what is going on?'

Once we reach our apartment, Hobie swiftly grabs onto the key ring on his own belt loop, taking if off and unlocking the door with familiar ease before replacing the key ring back onto his belt loop gently pushing me inside before himself.

"Is everything alright, babe?" I ask softly, taking off my jacket and placing it on the wooden coat rack beside our door. Hobie merely gives a small dismissive hum, "Yeah, I'm alright, keen as a peach." He murmurs, shedding his own jacket, placing it beside mine before walking further into our apartment.

My eyebrows furrow together at the dismissive tone, and I begin to trail Hobie, following him into our bedroom to where he's sat on our bed, untying his boots.

"You haven't said an actual sentence that isn't dismissive, since we left the pub. What is going on?" I ask, kneeling in front of him with concerned eyes.

Hobie looks up from untying his boots, and there's an small scowl on his face but I already know it isn't directed at me. "One of the blokes had the gawl to gauke at you after the show, I seen him in the crowd watching you like you weren't nothing but a pretty face." He huffs, tone coming out more irritated, but he continues. "Then, the new guy on bass, Archie or whatever asked if you n' me were serious-" Hobie's rant is cut off by an irritated groan, finally untying both of his boots with more than needed force.

I put my hands out in front of me in a calming gesture, "Woah, woah, sweetheart. It's okay." I say, trying to cool Hobies irritable and upset mood, I bring one hand up to cup Hobies cheek, gently stroking my thumb over his flushed cheek.

"It's alright to get jealous, I get jealous sometimes too-" I'm cut off by Hobie narrowing his eyes at me, as he tongues the inside of his cheek. 'oh boy'

"I dont get jealous." He scoffs lightly as if the mere idea is ridiculous, crossing his arms over his chest as he glares at me half heartedly.

I quickly begin to backtrack, nodding. "Of course..but it isn't a bad thing that you might be." I say, trying to reassure him but that doesn't seem to be a good enough answer for Hobie as he keeps his narrowed gaze on me, jaw clenching and unclenching.

I don't have a moment to react before Hobie leans forward, placing his hands behind my thighs as I'm still kneeling in front of him and gently lifts me up into his lap, effectively making me straddle his thighs.

I can't get a word in either as Hobie leans his head into my neck, breathing in my scent and the tension practically melts away from his body. "I don't get jealous." He repeats softly, pressing soft kisses to the pulse point of my neck, his hands finding my hips to bring me closer to him.

I only breathe out an agreeing "Uh-huh" as my hands tangle in the back of his hair. 'this is going to be an interesting night' I think to myself, cheeks flushing from the incoming thoughts as Hobies lips go lower...

[antianakin]

hey! just wanted to say that i'm so happy to meet a fellow reva lover!! she is absolutely one of the best parts of the show as a standalone character who also moves obi-wan along on his arc. i hardly hear anything about her when she deserves so much more hype :(

hot take but i love that her backstory is so...predictable in the best way. it makes total sense that there were youngling survivors, and of course they would have a deeply traumatic, emotional relationship towards darth vader and the empire he's helped to create if they knew what he was before that - the chaos from the annihilation of jedi culture, guidance, protection.

i'm not articulating well but it's amazing how it's absolutely the most straightforward thing to do: it shows that anakin and palpatine's actions have Consequences. the protagonist, the main villain, and reva are all still fixated on this thing that happened. to see it on the screen explicitly, with no excuses, just: look at what happened. take it in. wow.

for all the people in this fandom who love obi-wan and particularly ewan mcgregor's portrayal, i would expect this show to be remembered way more fondly than it currently is. it genuinely delivered everything i wanted: a close look at obi-wan's feelings, his relationship with anakin, his relationship with the jedi at large, and his strength through all that turmoil. i can understand minor complaints like "oh how'd they manage to hide leia in obi-wan's coat for so long" but the general vibe seems to be "that was a waste of time" and without throwing shade, it's perplexing. my current reasoning is that people wanted more nostalgia, less nostalgia, more excitement, or their understanding of the jedi (inevitably tied to obi-wan) conflicted to the point where the emotional tension + Theme just didn't hit. that's what seems most likely: if i didn't care for the Jedi and what they stand for, a whole season's worth of character study + rebuilding largely focused on the long-reaching consequences of order 66 might seem useless or just nostalgia-bait.

but luckily that is not me and i am a proud kenobi show is actually one of the best things that's come out of Disney SW believer. that line about jedi leaving a trail of compassion sold it for me - it's a spin-off done right, and it's ironic that i (a person who generally dislikes spin-offs/new media based on decades old material) go so hard for it but that's life!

Reva's incredible, and such an immensely underrated character. Reva is arguably the second most important character in the show after Obi-Wan himself, and in some ways, even more important than he is. Reva is the one who causes the story to move anywhere, her actions are the catalyst for almost every major plot point. There is NO STORY without her, none. The amount of pressure on Reva's shoulders to be parallels for both Obi-Wan and Anakin simultaneously, to be her own independent character with her own motives and journey, AND to carry the entire plot is absolutely insane. And somehow they managed it all and we ended up with one of the most interesting and satisfying characters in Star Wars as a result. I'd love to see more of her story post OWK, but I'd be VERY picky about who got to tell that story and really worried that it wouldn't be done well.

I'll be the first to admit that OWK isn't a perfect show. As you mentioned, there's some weird little choices they had to make in order to move the story forward that stretch suspension of disbelief a little. What I have found is that, if you WANT to enjoy the rest of the story enough and have enough other things in the story that you genuinely DO enjoy, it's really easy to ignore the smaller things that are kind-of silly or not done as well. I love Obi-Wan as a character, I really enjoyed the story they were telling for him in this show, and so I can ignore some of the issues that exist with it because they never took away from my enjoyment of the story being told.

I couldn't do that with, for example, the Ahsoka show. There are A LOT of people who could, though. There were absolutely people I saw who could recognize some of the weird issues with the show but enjoyed enough other parts of it and WANTED to enjoy the show enough that they were willing to set those things aside. But I personally didn't enjoy the story being told and I had enough other issues with the show that the smaller problems with it became bigger issues for me, they were just one more reason why the show felt like complete and utter garbage and contributed to my lack of enjoyment in the show. There were people doing the same with The Acolyte as well, I know.

So I must assume that the people who harp on smaller things like the silliness of Obi-Wan being able to hide Leia in his cloak for so long are just having a similar experience with OWK as I had with the Ahsoka show. They don't enjoy the story being told, they have issues with the characterization of Obi-Wan perhaps, the vibe of the show just isn't what they were expecting it to be perhaps, and so the little things become much bigger issues for them than it is for people like us who genuinely enjoyed the show for what it was.

I feel like one of the accusations I heard the most was that Obi-Wan didn't feel like he was in character, especially towards the beginning. All I can do is speculate here because I haven't actually had a conversation with anybody who felt this way, but my assumption about this is that they didn't care for the choice made to have Obi-Wan be more depressed at the beginning. I think people assumed a show about Obi-Wan would involve more of Obi-Wan being the way he was in the Prequels: a charming, suave action hero. I assume they expected more of Obi-Wan being a badass who never really struggles with anything. And so Obi-Wan refusing to fight, Obi-Wan being BAD at fighting for a while, Obi-Wan being a lot more bitter and defeatist, all felt really out of character and unsatisfying to people who were expecting his Prequels persona instead.

And, you know, I get it. I don't AGREE, but I get where this is coming from. Obi-Wan was one of the characters people liked the most from the Prequels, one of the few who managed to get out of that relatively unscathed. So I can understand how people who felt that way, especially those who aren't super fond of the Prequels, would feel very let down by OWK.

And I feel like that's the crux of it. OWK was trying REALLY REALLY HARD to feel like the Prequels. So many things that have come out since the Prequels have felt like they were ashamed of the Prequels and wanted to either rewrite it or ignore it, including things like TCW and Rebels. This is the first piece of media that has not only not felt ashamed of the Prequels being its source material but was actively CELEBRATING that source material by attempting to mimic it as best as it could. With that in mind, it's no wonder that OWK is allegedly one of the things that Lucas has enjoyed the most that's come out of Star Wars (presumably since he sold it). It's the first time his vision has been treated like a positive thing and not a skeleton in the closet.

But a lot of people hated the Prequels, they still do. So a show that actively feels like the Prequels and celebrates them isn't going to appeal to people who didn't like them in the first place. Which, you know, is understandable. The Acolyte was a show whose entire foundation was criticizing the Jedi for being arrogant, elitist blowhards who caused their own genocide, as well as trying to one-up The Last Jedi in the toxic romance department. None of these concepts appeal to me, I didn't like The Last Jedi and still don't, so a show based around that vibe is never going to feel enjoyable to me. Conversely, I have a lot of nostalgia for the Prequels and I genuinely do still enjoy them, so OWK was perfect for me in a way it wasn't for others.

As frustrating as the current landscape of Star Wars media can be right now, there is just enough variety to it that, to some degree, there's something for everyone. I didn't like Ahsoka or The Acolyte, but I really enjoyed OWK and Andor. I'm not into TOTJ, TOTE, or The Bad Batch, but I've loved everything to come out of Visions. There's a LOT of content out there now and not all of it is going to appeal to everyone, and that's honestly fine. I don't have to watch the shows that I know won't appeal to me, and I can stick with the content that I know DOES work for me, even if others don't like it.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Episode eleven - New beginnings

Jack Dawkins x fem reader

"Y/n! Let her go, please." Jack begged watching as Arthur dragged you across the factory floor.

"How would you like it done my Lord? A clean cut, or shall we beat her?" Arthur asked the Lord sitting at the table.

"Oh why not rough her up a bit." He chuckled finishing his apple, he threw it on the floor and stood.

"Just make sure it's done." He said, straightening his waistcoat.

"No, you struggle against him, finding your feet enough to push yourself upwards. You take a quick breath and jump, lifting your legs into the air and knocking Arthur the ground. He shouts and grabs you around the waist. His fist collides with your stomach and you fall to the ground.

Seeing your bravery Jack musters all the energy he has left in him and fights against the two men breaking free of their hold. He rushes forward, kicking Arthur. You manage to crawl away as the two men scuffle. The large wooden doors burst open and the redcoats surround you all.

"Jack!" You call out to him but he is lying on the floor, face in the dirt. You see Doctor Sneed rush to his side as Belle drops down beside you.

"Get them out of here!" Your father shouts. One of the soldiers pulls you up into his arms and you hold on to him. Occasionally turning to search for Jack. You see him being carried by two soldiers. Sneed seemed to be holding onto his chest as they hurried. They placed the two of you into a small cart, Sneed jumping between you.

"What is it? What happened to him?" You ask trying to pull the doctor's arm back.

"y/n, he has been stabbed in the chest, his lung is perforated." Sneed explains over his shoulder.

"We need to stop the bleeding and get air back into his lungs without killing him." A new realisation paints his face as he looked at you, "That's your blood isn't it?" He asks.

You glance down at your chest, only now realising the pain you were feeling.

"yea- yes I fear my stitches may have come undone." You breathe out. Sneed nods at you.

"Okay, alright sit very still. Belle can redo the stitches when we get back to the hospital." He uses one hand to squeeze your shoulder and guide you to lie back. You move your hand around him and find Jack's. It's limp and cold.

"Don't let him die Rainsford. Please you need to do everything you can to save him." You beg.

"I will, y/n I will do everything in my power."

The hospital comes quickly and you're lifted out, your blood smears over the soldier's coat as he carries you in. Belle ran alongside him.

"Hetty, get the surgery ready! It's Jack, and we need a second bed!" She calls to the head nurse. Hetty beckons her nurses to her side and gets to work grabbing the equipment.

Belle pushes all the equipment off the table in the preparation room and has the soldier lay you down. Turning your head you see them rushing into the theatre with Jack, through the window.

Belle stands above you with the either mask but you push her away.

"No, no just do it." You say, keeping your eyes on the man you loved. Rainsford was above him, tearing away Jack's shirt.

"Hetty, here hold this, come here!" He directs the nurse to hold the cloth to the wound grabbing the second ether bottle and pressing it to a cloth.

"How do I do this?" He asks the nurse.

"Put it over his face." She instructs.

"Okay, okay, Jack breathe in as much as you can." He said softly. More people were beginning to pile into the room. Your mother and youngest sister stood at your head. Professor McGregor and several nurses stood around, each of them ready to help if needed.

The scratching of the needle piercing your skin threatened to overtake you, but you were determined to stay awake. You needed to be awake when you Jack was done.

"Okay, here you're done. Do you feel okay?" Belle asks.

"yeah. I'm alright. Thank you."

"Fanny, stay with her I'll get a wheelchair." Belle ordered. Your mother comes up beside you.

"My darling, please don't shut me out anymore. I am so sorry" she presses a kiss to your hand, tears falling from her eyes.

"Mother, I forgive you, but stop holding on so tight. We're big girls." You say.

"It's done. I did it. Jack? Jack come on Jack, wake up!" Sneed taps Jack's face. There is a moment of silence as everyone holds their breaths.

Jack draws in a long breath and opens his eyes.

"Y/n?" He asks.

"She is here, just relax." Sneed tapes his colleague's shoulder. Your father wheels you through to him. Your eyes meet.

*_"_*_*

"you must be so excited?" Fanny asked standing in your newly decorated parlour.

"the first dinner in my new home, yes I am. Though I'm nervous." You admit. It had been two months since the ordeal and you were finally feeling well enough to host your family for a dinner. Fanny had spent most of her time with you, making sure you were always happy and well. Sneed had chosen to make Belle a doctor in training, so she had spent most of her time at the hospital.

The door bell rings and your butler answers for you, it's Jack.

"Lady Fanny, would you permit me a moment alone with y/n?" He asked. Fanny smiled wide and walked across the room, she takes a small box from her dress pocket.

"You may need this." She whispers. Jack looks down and sees the ring he had lost the night he was taken. He thanks your sister then crosses to you. Jack pulls an envelope from his coat.

"Belle read this to me."

"Oh." You whisper.

"You were going to give me all of your money. It would not have been compensation for your life." His eyebrows knit together as he speaks.

"Jack, my parents were awful to you. I wanted only to.gice you the opportunity to make your own way. With that money you could have gone to America and opened your own Hospital." You explain.

Jack shakes his head.

"I could never leave here. y/n, I am done playing Bachelor. We are both now regained our health and I will be returning to my full hours of work. You should know that as a head surgeon the days will be long and I may have to stay late, but I promise that I will always come home to you. Should I need to stay, I will send word to you and never leave you wondering, " he takes a breath and holds your hand in his, "I didn't know that anyone could feel the way I feel for you. In all the fairytales love seems the most fantastical of them all, unachievable until you. You have bewitched me with your beauty, captured my mind and soul with your humour and intelligence. I love you and I never want to be without you. You are already living in my house." He laughs.

"Jack-"

"No let me finish. Y/n if you had died no amount of money could have persuaded me to leave. I would have sat at your grave until death came for me. Before everyone else gets here I want to ask you a question." Jack dropped to one knee, holding the ring in his hand, "Will you marry me? Your father already-"

"Yes!" You say falling into his arms and kissing him. Jack winces at the left over pain in his chest. He stood to his full height and slid the emerald onto your finger. He kissed you.

"Eeeeeee!" Fanny came charging into the room wrapping her arms around both of you.

"This is wonderful!" She squealed.

"Thank you Fanny, do you think you could let go?" You ask. She pulls back and runs out to greet the other guests as they begin to arrive. You and Jack cling to each other, your arm linked with his. Your mother, Belle, Sneed, Fagin, Rotty and Hetty made their way into the house. It would be strange without your father but he was travelling back to England. There he would give over the evidence for Oliver's arrest along with Lord Branwell's. The latter would be tried for attempted murder. Edmund would hopefully return with a new head of police.

Fanny wasted no time in telling them all of your engagement and though Lady Jane tries to hide her sneer she manages to congratulate you. Part way through dinner Rainsford began to speak

"Oh, I forgot my aunt Patuna is on her way here for an extended visit. My two cousins will be with her."

"How lovely, is that Gordon and William?" Lady Jane asks. Fanny leeks up at the names.

"Yes, wonderful young lads, Twins. William has recently finished his law training and Gordon is an officer in the army. We are hopeful he may wish to take a role amongst our growing police service here." He explains.

"They are older men?" Lady Jane asks.

"On the contrary, mother, both are barely five and twenty and unwed." Belle states, grinning towards Fanny.

"Oh how wonderful!" Fanny claps.

The rest of the evening is joyful, everyone enjoys each other's company. Your mother even has a civilised conversation with Fagin. At the end of the evening everyone returned home, leaving you and Jack alone.

"I start work again in two days. A scheduled operation for Mr Smithy."

"That's good. It will be wonderful to get back to normal." You agree. He reaches over and takes your hand in his.

"How are you feeling?" He asks pointing a finger to your chest.

"Much better, I had the world's greatest surgeon fix me." You laugh, "I'm tired, shall we go upstairs?" You ask.

"Upstairs. I grew up living in an attack with thirty other children and now I live in a three story house with servants. It's bizarre." Jack mused as you walked up the steps.

"You'll get used to it. We could always make it feel less large with the latter of tiny feet." You grin at him. Jack sighs,

"I...we should wait for your heart to grow stronger before we-"

Seeing the panic in his eyes you press a soft kiss to his lips, stopping his train of thought.

"Until you say it's the right time, then." You agree. Content and happy the two of you walk into your bedroom and close the door, unknowing of the men who stand at the window.

"It isn't the right time yet." Monks says.

"I narrowly got away because of him. I want to burn his world." Arthur Sikes growls.

@fandomfan-102 @darasloves @afalls14universe

[eagna-eilis]

Lestat Watches Star Wars

Louis, viens t'asseoir dans la chambre television! Daniel has informed me that I must watch these masterpieces of the modern cinema... called Les Guerres D'Etoilles... you see this little boy, hm? i believe he will grow up to be most maniacal! MON DIEU regarde the red hornéd one as he twirls his rapier of fire! Louis, what is this, 'ow you say, 'podracing'? Is this a new mortal diversion? I should like to try it!

*

Mon cher, I do not understand why you are not paying attention - is the beauty of Monsieur McGregor not enough to draw your eye? Is he not your type, so blonde and charmant ...I neither understand nor trust these bourgeois politiciens d'espace at all... Oh, Louuuuuuuiiiisss regarde the beautiful dresses worn by Mademoiselle Padmé, she is trés elegante! Louis, what is a 'clone'? ...PUTAIN DE MERDE the heroic boy has slain tout les Raiders Tuskens! Les hommes, les dames, ET LES ENFANTS! Louis, I do not think that Mademoiselle Padmé should marry this brute, he is 'bad news' as the mortals say... WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW HOW SHE FEELS?! PUT DOWN THE PROUST AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!

*

Ah, Louis, I can feel myself becoming attached to Monsieur Williams' belle musique. C'est most expressive, non? I feel for Petit Ani, he suffers at the thought of his beloved dying. Ah, would that he could bestow upon her the Dark Gift! ...LOUIS THEY HAVE OPERA IN THE GALAXIE LOINISSIMENT! ...oh SACRE BLEU Petit Ani has been flambéed! I can, 'ow you say, hardcore relate? Ah, so you are listening to me! What do you mean that if I was in space I would be a Sith Lord? that is most unkind, cher, most unkind indeed! Hmph!

*

C'est le temp pour le quatrieme! Un Espoir Nouveau! ahahaha Louis we should get an amusing little talking robot, non, come Le Err-doux-dee-doux et Le Cee-trois-pay-zero! oh mon cœur regarde the sunset, but double! How I understand Luc Marche-Etoilles, he longs to leave his sandy Auvergne for the bright lights of Tosche Station! Louis, what is a power converter? Louis, why do they fight poorly with their rapiers of fire when not three films ago they were wielding them with preternatural grace? ...Louis why did the furry one not receive an accolade from La Princesse?

*

Oh, Louuuuuiiiisss regarde the handsome Monsieur Solo in his coat d'hiver! He is such a dashing rogue! He loves to be told how bad he is! Il est trés sexy. Oh, Louis, don't pout with la jalousie. ...ugh, Lou, may we please do the fast-forward? I do not like this business in the swamp, and I think you know why. No, I don't know how to work the controller-remote - you must do it. PUTAIN SACRÉ THE EVIL BEAST IS THE FATHER OF BRAVE LUC! ...what do you mean we knew that already? We did not! I am shocked, Louis, SHOCKED I tell you... Why are you laughing at me? Oh, nevermind, I do so love to hear your laugh.

*

Louis, doesn't Monsieur Le Hutt remind you of Alderman Fenwick? Bahahaha, yes, Princesse! Strangle him! Oh, what a lark! ...Louis why do L'Empire continue to create these Etoilles de Morts when clearly they are no match for the magical powers of Luc, especially now that he is aided in confidence by wearing the most beguiling boots from Madame Chanel's fine atelier? ...Mon cher we could not trust you amongst those petits Chewbaccas, I fear you would eat them! ...sniff... sniffle... no Louis I'm not crying, there's just blood leaking from my eyes... just... I'm glad that Ani and Luc reunited... sniffle...

*

Louis, I do not understand what you mean. How can a mouse grab cash? Its petit souris paws could not hold more than a few centimes! ...hush now, mon chou, it is beginning ...Louis the delectable pilot and the beautiful ex-infantryman, they are supposedly 'just friends'. Mais ce n'est pas vrai, unless they are 'just friends' the same way you and I are 'just friends'! ...NON! NON NON NON! The beautiful Monsieur Solo has been slain by the fiery claymore of his own progeny! Que triste! Que Shakespearean! Though I for one wouldn't mind being impaled by Jeune Solo's claymore if you catch my... OW LOUIS DO NOT ELBOW ME IN THE RIBS! ARRÊT!

*

Loooooouuuuuuiiiiiiissssss, viennnnnnnnn, it is time for Les Derniers Jedi! OH MON DIEU Luke Skywalker, he is a hermit! Dedicated to his dying faith! Did you know Armand was comme ça when we met? Lou, do you think the petit Jedi and Jeune Solo should be lovers? L'internet is most divided on this, 'ow you say, sheeeep. Very well, declare me problematique if you must! Would L'Internet sheep us, pense-tu? Ce qui sera notre Sheep Name? Je pense qu'il y a 'Loustat'.

*

...Louis zis one has more inconsistencies du narrative than yours and Daniel's infernal book! Le Chancellor, 'e 'as returnéd. Somehow. SOMEHOW. Ou est my beloved Rose, une femme trés capable and courageouse? Putain de merde, zis is an abomination! Treasure hunt aprés treasure hunt! I cannot continue! I refuse! I will consult Notre Propre Archive for a superior conclusion! Bon nuit!

[applesaucesims]

Emma Jones McGregor Lookbook #2

PART 2 / part 1 here / first lookbook here

Here's the second part of Emma's second lookbook. I know it sounds complicated, but tumblr didn't let me post it as one. :( Like I said in the last part, these are her final looks for now, so I won't be changing it much in the future. This half is the hot and cold weather looks, as well as any bonus outfits. This also includes athletic and swim wear. Although it's not pictured, I have also linked her Winterfest clothes.

CC links + example posts are under the cut.

Used in all or almost all: defaults / everyday hair / tied up hair / formal hair / teeth / ring override / liquid stockings

Makeup: liner 1 (subtle) / blush 1 / liner 2 + eyeshadows + lipsticks + blush 2

Hot + Cold Weather:

Sunny Day: hat / necklace / dress / shoes (court)

Garden Paints: hat / necklace (gold) / dress / shoes

Flower Girl: hat / necklace / dress / shoes (court)

Birthday Gift: hat / coat / stockings / shoes (cottage living)

Frosty Vibes: hat / coat / stockings / shoes (cottage living)

Ain't She Sweet: hat / coat / stockings / shoes (cottage living)

Bonus:

Snow White: bow / dress [tsr] / shoes

No Athlete: headband / top / skirt / socks / shoes (bg)

Beach Babe: headwrap / swimsuit / shoes (bg)

Big News: dress / shoes

New Nursery: dress / shoes

Winterfest (not pictured): bow / dress / gloves (bg) / stockings / shoes (cottage living)

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I've got my library interview today at 4, and I'm nervous as hell. I bombed spectacularly last summer and spent the next three weeks dreading the inevitable "unfortunately" email because I Immediately knew there was no hope. I went down in flames!

This year will be different.

I have to give a 10 minute storytime presentation for an imaginary group of second graders. Last year I read Tacky the Penguin, and they asked me to use props so I made a big Antarctica-themed backdrop and popsicle stick puppets, but this year they didn't specify anything so I didn't bother making any. I've chosen a handful of short stories from my Frog and Toad collection (three for sure, a fourth if I have time) and I've given funny voices to each character. Frog sounds like Ewan McGregor's Obi Wan and Toad is like a gruff old londontown bobbie, "well well, wots all dis den?"

Woodland critters in coats just feel British to me, that's the way the world works.

But the storytime wasn't why I failed last year. I failed because I unable to answer any of the interview questions. I froze like a deer in the headlights, I stumbled over my words, I think I may even have said that one of the questions was "unfair," I dunno, I've kinda blocked it out because it was so horrible. I hope to be more professional this time. I don't have any experience as a librarian, but I've worked retail/customer service my whole life and my sister runs a small business for teachers, so I think I'll be able to pull some reasonable answers from our combined experiences.

I haven't heard back from any of the dozen other jobs I've applied for, so this is really my only hope. I've been between jobs for a month and a half now, and my savings will only stretch so far. I can't see myself doing anything besides this library job.

Wish me luck!

[regularsizedsally]

The Deception of The Unknown: A Tale of Fraud and Fear

I asked ChatGPT to write a backstory for "The Unknown", a non-canon character from Glasglow's "Willy Wonka Experience".

In the fantastical world of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, where sugar spun clouds dotted the sky and chocolate rivers flowed freely, there existed a sinister figure known only as "The Unknown." Concealed within the labyrinthine walls of the factory, hidden behind a mysterious mirror, he was a specter of darkness and deceit. Adorned in a somber judge's robe, with hair reminiscent of Gene Simmons and a face concealed behind a gleaming silver mask, The Unknown struck terror into the hearts of all who crossed his path. But who was this enigmatic being, and what secrets lay hidden beneath his ominous facade?

The tale of The Unknown began in the bustling streets of Glasgow, where a young man named Douglas McGregor harbored dreams of striking it rich in the world of chocolate. Born into poverty, Douglas was determined to escape the confines of his humble upbringing and make a name for himself. Armed with nothing but ambition and a thirst for success, he set out on a path that would lead him to the fabled gates of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.

Upon arriving at the factory, Douglas McGregor quickly realized that his dreams of becoming a renowned chocolatier were beyond his reach. Denied entry into the inner sanctum of the factory, he harbored a simmering resentment towards Willy Wonka and all who basked in his glory. Fuelled by his bitterness and envy, Douglas vowed to usurp his rival and claim the spotlight for himself.

But Douglas McGregor was not blessed with the talent or creativity of a true chocolatier. Desperate to achieve success by any means necessary, he resorted to deception and fraud. With cunning and guile, he established a fraudulent chocolate-making operation in a vast warehouse hidden within the confines of the factory, accessible only through a secret passageway concealed behind the mysterious mirror.

Inside the warehouse, Douglas McGregor, now known as The Unknown, employed a team of unsuspecting workers whom he exploited mercilessly. Promising them riches beyond their wildest dreams, he subjected them to grueling hours of labor without compensation, their hopes and dreams shattered by the cruel reality of their exploitation.

But The Unknown's deception did not end there. Using advanced computer technology, he created counterfeit chocolates that bore a striking resemblance to Willy Wonka's famed creations. With the aid of his elaborate scheme, he flooded the market with fraudulent chocolates, deceiving consumers and tarnishing the reputation of his rival in the process.

As whispers of The Unknown's nefarious deeds spread throughout the factory, a sense of fear and distrust permeated the once vibrant halls. Children who had once frolicked joyfully amidst the sugary delights of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory now cowered in terror at the mere mention of The Unknown's name, their innocent hearts tainted by the specter of fraud and deceit.

And so, amidst the swirling confections and candy-coated wonders of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, the tragic tale of The Unknown unfolded, a cautionary reminder of the dangers of greed and deception. As the shadows of his deception grew ever darker, Douglas McGregor found himself ensnared in a web of lies and deceit of his own making, his quest for success ultimately leading to his downfall.

[minister-erik]

ICELANDIC SHEEP (the fleece is double-coated, a long outer coat -tog- protecting from snow and rain and a fine inner coat -þel- insulating against the cold) - Composition Thursday

© Erik McGregor - erikrivas@hotmail.com - 917-225-8963

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Jessica Lowndes gave us a sneak peek today into the Christmas movie she is currently filming, and I couldn't resist sharing these pictures and details with you all!

First, Jessica shared that actress Farrah Aviva (A Brush with Christmas), who is a dear friend in real life, will play her best friend in the movie, and Farrah's husband, Robin Dunne (The Ainsley McGregor Mysteries, My Christmas Hero) is directing.

Jessica and Farrah also portrayed co-workers and friends in the 2015 Hallmark Christmas movie, Merry Matrimony.

In this next image below, Jessica shares a picture of herself all decked out for the holidays in a festive coat and scarf, and if you look close you can see her co-star almost photobombing her pic... peeking behind her!

Do you know WHO it is???

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If not, here are two clues... 1. This actor has starred in both Great American Family and Hallmark Christmas movies. 2. Jessica and this actor have starred in a previous Christmas movie together. . Have you guessed, yet? The next picture below reveals Jessica's co-star! . . Keep scrolling down to reveal!!! . .

Jessica's co-star is... Daniel Lissing!

Jessica and Daniel starred together previously in the 2016 Christmas movie, A December Bride! It will be so nice to see these two reunited on screen together again! Pictured between them in the picture above is the film's director, Robin Dunne. No official announcements have been made on where this movie will be seen, so stay tuned for those details.

In more movie news... Jen Lilley is also currently filming another movie! She literally jumped from the set of A Little Women's Christmas to another movie set! Details to come!

Until then...

Happy Movie-Watching, 

Net

[sisislair]

Decided that I will be liveblogging my experience with listening to the Magnus Archives. I have a general sense of who charachters are and some of the major spoilerish plot points due to going through the tags on Tumblr recently as well as reading some fics, but I'm pretty in the dark as far as the specifics go.

But yeah I listened to the first seven episodes last night! Thoughts as I was listening are under the cut.

Ep 1 - Angler Fish

Jonathon Sims, new head archivist for the Magnus institute(supernatural research place). Employed by Elias bouchard, head of the institute, to replace Gertrude Robinson, recently dead. Jon has worked here as a researcher for 4 years now. Jon is a skeptic. If an investigation has gone as far as possible without conclusion or new leads, it is transferred to the archives. Institute founded in 1818. Archive is terribly organized. 86-91G/H. Very few investigations actually seem to be stored down here, only the original statements. Three research assistants. One named Martin who he finds useless. Other two are Tim and Sasha. Some of the statements cannot be recorded digitally, can only be recorded with a tape recorder. Additional information about the followups is being provided by his assistants. Nathan Watts. Case #0122204. Old fishmarket close, Edinburgh. April 21st, 2012. Institute is in London. Fear of strangers. 6 disappearences Jessica Mcuin November 2005, Sarah Baldwin August 2006, Daniel Rawlins December 2006, Ashley Dobson and Megan Shure May and June 2008, John Fellows March 2010.

Ep 2 - Do not Open

Case #9982211. Joshua Gellespie. November 22nd, 1998. Bournemouth, that's where Jon was born. Fear of strangers. Fear/desire for the truth. Fear of death/being buried alive looks to be the main one. Most clever horror movies protagonist ever. Breacon and hope delivery company. Operated until 2009. Based on Nottingham far north of Bournemouth. Gellespie was the only person to live in that building for the two years he had the coffin. Nobody ever moved in after either. 2 years alone.

Ep 3- Across the Street

Case #0070107. Amy Patel. July 1st 2007. Disappearence of aquaitence Graham Forger. Voyeuristic tendencies from her. The spiral/madness? She watched him ceaselessy. Which hmmm. April 7th. Not Graham. Now being watched in return. Watching seems to be a central theme.

Ep 4- Page Turner

Case#0132806. Dominic Swain. June 28, 2013. Nottingham. Ex alte arua. From higher, from out of the heights. The vast. Jorgun Leitner. Mountains, cliffs. Fear of the sky. Vertigo. Key of Solomon. McGregor Matthew and jorun Leitner. Bought by GRbookworm. Gertrude Robinson? Jorgun leitner reclusive book collector. Had the book made possibly? Pinhole books, Mary keys. Ozone. Mary keys clean shaven with lots of tattooed words, listens to death metal. Her Jared? Painting of an eye. Grant is the sight that we may not know. Grant is the scent that we may not catch. Grant is the sound that we may not call. Jared made the painting. Bones fell out of the shadows of the other book. The dark for her bookshop? Lichtenburg figure in the starry vertigo sky. Childhood friend was struck by lightning because of him. Micheal Crew. Survived. Leather coat, dyed black hair. Jared Key. Had to be bought in order to give it away. Mary keys was murdered in 2008. Overdose of painkillers, extensive post motrum body mutilation. The flesh? Looked the same as the person he met. Her skin was hung up to dry. But with hair and tattoos. Jared charged with his mother's murder, but acquitted. Jared burned the book. 1994 incident related to leitner's library. Current project. His library is a problem. Mary's drying skin had been written on in permanent marker. The tattoos! The same language as the bone book. Jon will try to persuade Elias to make searching for the rest of leitner's books a top priority. They've done enough harm.

Ep 5- Thrown Away

Case #0092302. Kieran Woodward. 93 Lancaster Road Walthamstowe. February 23rd, 2009. Hundred of dollheads. David Attire, Matthew Wilkinson, Alan Parfett. The doll house. Next bag, a single super long piece of paper with the Lords prayer written over and over again in Latin. Ritual. Next bag absolutely filled with teeth. Residents had no idea. Alan found someone. Maybe the person leaving the bags. New bag. Packing peanuts. Metal heart of Alan inside. Saresh and Altman were the police who investigated. The teeth were all the same tooth. Needing to know the truth. Not entirely sure what this one is. Corruption or rot possibly?

Ep 6- Squirm

Case #0140912. Timothy Hodge. The dogstar pub/club. Skinny, student, long henna red hair, tron tights, too much eyeliner. Writhe. Her name is Harriet Lee. Arm scratching. Only water. Art student. Panic, difficulty with adjusting to student life. Recently mugged? Archway, Elfthorn row. Woman with long red dress on ground, which squirmed. Long matted black hair. Felt like she was stabbed. Being followed by her. Dragged down by a weight, skin itching plus vomited near the police station. They had sex, but after. Something squirmed inside her skin. She split open. Writhing worms everywhere. He burned down the flat afterwards. Description of red dress woman matches Jane Prentiss, which is concerning. Hodge was probably wormed during sex. Most definitely corruption.

Ep 7- the Piper

Case #9220611. Staff Sargeant Clarence Berry. Wilfred Owen. War. Poems. The trenchs. Wanting to fully describe the war but unable to. But don't worry. You will. Whistling tune. The whistle of artillery. Reborn in the remnants of his own gore. He met the war. The Piper. Avatar of the war? He said that he was left alive to do the wars work. Joseph rainers tags were found next to him. All who here the Piper never make it back. Hamlin was nearby. Are we the stolen children or the rats driven into the river. His poems now had the essence of the war. The ferocity within him...the war is almost over, and he is sad for it. He died when peace was signed. 1922.

Thoroughly enjoying this so far! But will definitely have to space out listening to it due to the spookiness levels.

[l3m0ngal5]

Love from the lake

Dr Champagne Mcgregor he gets to work for the smarties richest clown in the city, and now she's taken me and the other Suckers to a remote island, but I guess It's this or nothing Sigh. We're here, and they all ready set up Cabins of us so that were I go, but of course I can sleep. " Let me be, please " I git up and walk to the Oversead lake. Setting Their My body slumps and the dock Breaks I don't even try to fight, but I feel myself being pulled to safely my eyes Flickered open and I saw a fish man " ok I git me Hallucinating a Cute guy but a fish " " im not a Hallucination and you're Handsome " are lips meet and.... the next day , l rolled my eyes all the way to lunch I feel myself being pulled to the lake I let my hand hang down wiggle a Pennie Suddenly my hand is empty. In my Cabin I think to myself that's no way "it was Real right I have to check Although I have already Lost of one arm to my poor decision Do I really want to lose another one" But despite my Wearinas I still decided to go Out to the lake " It's you again I probably shouldn't call ya you My name's benny what's yours" " Doctor Champagne Mcgregor" I Side Out Benny snickered that is one of the best Names i've ever heard So why are you here Doctor fancied drink You look for around two Because if so yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes" I had to agree with him that was wow And so I Let it happened again But hey I Spent the last Four years of my life Stuck in a lab Which has now been moved to an island With a very cute fish guy I needed this and the Painni dates. we both love sandwiches and he loves jokes "hahaha common do you ever Laugh" not in A Long time" I said bluntly He took my hand and led me to the water i took a deep breath and took off my lab coat And hawaiian Shit We stepped in the water We swear around For a second I forgot I was working for a Boss I hated I forgot I was surrounded by A bunch of Mugs it was just me And benny And then he Splashed me I decided to play along We splashed each other for Ages After he came up to me With a smile "I got you laughing". Two Weeks later with our last Date We Cuddled underneath the stars As I complained about my boss I told him About the argument we'd had a few hours earlier I tried to convince her not to Touch the lake And that's when benny told me " I would tell her to keep Away from the forest too the other would be pretty mad "Others" I said in shock Yeah like vacilla She A WereJaguar And Kayla She's got this fun little Mud creature on her called Charlie. I felt guilty For the next two days I didn't go to lake And on friday night I had heard a commotion From outside my captain I Looked out to see two security guards Carrying benny away With My boss unious versailles Watching and. Giving a smile fit for a clown I Hate her looking closer I saw a Peace of paper that read do you want to be my mate? With a yes box and a no box Which was adorable I snuck in to my lab and Destroyed it all

I thought it would be hard for me but it wasn't I truly had no connection to any of it. I found benny he looked so sad "why are you here" "to free you ya mug" l open the tank and they we ran We made it almost to the door before a bunch of guards and missus clown herself Yeld at us to stop we didn't we Actually ran past the lake to the forest benny stopped in front of it and to my Surpris so di I Once they'd caught up to us one of them Try to attack benny but was stopped By a fierce looking jaguar lady who I gust was Was Visilia. My Former colleagues All Ran In a matter of Minutes they were all on boat Heading back to the city " What About this one" Some lightning looking guy said to benny "this is champagne he my" I cut him off "Mate" " so that a yes" I Roll my eyes and kiss him. The end ♡

[note-a-bear]

Like. Here's the thing. Here's how it happened:

Picture me, at a leather bar on dyke night with a friend who is also anxious but eager and interested in joining the philly scene. We have a semi-hard time limit, but I could have stayed. I decide to be responsible and take the ride back so we can debrief together.

She heads out ahead of me and I go to the coat check to grab my coat. I turn, and I told play friend this last night, I just was struck. Like, genuinely it was that moment from big fish where Ewan McGregor meets the love of his life for the first time (naturally, I assured her it wasn't love I felt, iykwim) and everything goes freeze frame. For the first time in my life I felt compelled to give someone my contact info. So I picked fucking Instagram of all fucking things.

And then she followed me.

And then we started talking.

And then we meet and she went to one of the consortium colleges. And we have a similar sense of humor. And we have similar kinks and leanings. And she *likes* touching me.

And all of that could have not happened if I just hadn't tried.

And now...idk. We're def going to figure out playing together. But she also keeps seeming like maybe she's having interest in more, or maybe catching more feelings than she expected. Which is cool, because I like the time we've spent together, even without the making out and being obnoxiously into each other (seriously, I wish I could say I've met self restraint, but uh...I don't know her). And like, I don't think she's expecting or looking for much aside from diversion, even if she does get sweet on me. Which, diversion is about all I have the space for rn.

Idk, it's just going really well and even if it's ~just~ making out and playing some times, that's pretty great.

Like, if nothing else ever happened, I'd be super stoked to be friends with her and talk about kink stuff generally, rather than specifically between us.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The guest PT 19

Masterlist

Jack and Belle walked through the hospital trying to figure out how they would practice the operation when they head the Prof talking to Hetty.

"I was a young man about town with all the trappings. But not the wherewithal to clad myself as I'd have liked. And Astley Cooper let me know that. He was very particular about shirts." The old man whittered.

" Astley Cooper?" Jack asked.

" Yes. "Oh, McGregor," he'd say, "Wearing a cheap shirt again today"?" He laughed.

"Sorry, sir. The man you worked with... You worked with Sir Astley Cooper?" Jack asked.

" Did you happen to see the..." Belle followed him into he room.

"Operation on the aortic ane?" He asked.

" Yes. How did you-?"

"Doctor Sneed asked in passing this morning I assume it's another competition between the two of you." He waved his hand towards Jack.

"Could you tell me about it?" Belle asked.

" Sit down, Dr. Dawkins, Lady Belle, Port?"

"No. Thank you. Do you have any clinical notes?" Jack prompted.

"Oh, God. Somewhere. No matter, I remember it clearly." Jack's eyes flick to Hetty who nods and started looking through the notebooks, "It was rainy that day and I'd forgotten my coat and Cooper said I look like a drowned rat. He was a brilliant bastard."

" The surgery, sir. How did he do it?" Belle asked.

" The challenge is to tie the ligation tight enough to fix the aneurysm, but loose enough to sustain blood flow through the body." The words drifted off as the Prof fell asleep.

" What's he been drinking?" Jack called to Hetty .

"The old Parsons." She replied looking up from the desk.

" Old... That'll knock out a bloody whale." Belle groaned. Jack disappeared for a moment and the women hear him rummaging before coming back with a large syringe. He injects it into the professor's arm and he shoots awake.

"Mother of God!" He shouts

" Sir. What was the ligation? How did he tie it?" Jack was rushed in his words.

" What was that you gave me, Dawkins? It's quite moreish."

" Please, sir, try to remember. What was Cooper's solution?" Belle stood from her seat.

" He didn't have one. Patient died. Bloody awful mess." The prof sighed.

Hetty looks up, a notebook in her hand. The three of them dart from the office making their way through the corridors.

"What on earth? Dawkins! What are you doing here? Gaines has been-" Sneed came rushing up to them but Belle thought quickly.

"Go, I'll find you in a moment." She shoves Jack away and turns back to Sneed. Jack and Hetty rush up to Jack's room where Hetty begins reading through the pages.

"Principle challenges to..." Hetty stops reading aloud.

"What?" Jack feels his stomach clench with fear.

" Here, he goes on about a lovely Sauternes he drank in 1817. Something about a duck pâté. Oh. 'The spinal cord and the aorta. It's extremely dangerous if you...'Some muck all over it. I think it's the pâté. And the rest is all in Latin." Hetty lowers the notebook as Jack drops into the wooden chair in front of her

"For God's sake!" He growled holding his head in his hands.

" You love her, don't you? Then I can see why you wouldn't want to do it." The nurse sighs.

" I will kill her." He says with tears in his eyes.

"What if she dies and you don't try?" She asks. Across the room Belle steps inside, closing the door behind her.

"How is any of this fair?" Jack asks.

" Fair? You've never really loved anyone, have you?" Hetty looks at him with pity, "You peel the skin off your heart and it always hurts. No matter what you do." Belle blinks, she knows that pain all too well. Hetty looked to her.

"You can read Latin," She nods, "You can read Prof's notes."

Belle runs her eye over the old language,

" Yes. Yes. Disagree with that. That's just plainly wrong. I don't need these. Found it from First Principles. What's important is to get the hand positions." Come on Sneed is getting a body ready in the morgue."

"How-? Nevermind let's go." Jack and Belle run from the room leaving Hetty alone. Her heart breaking for too many reasons.

"Cut into the linea alba." Belle said

"All right. I've got that far." Jack replies

"Good. Now, make a small aperture into the peritoneum, insert your finger into the abdomen." She continues, "Pass your finger between the intestines to the spine. And now, push the needle with the ligature behind it." Jack did as she instructed with Sneed watching him.

" So, just shove a needle through y/n's entire body without piercing anything?"he said looking between Jack and Belle.

" Take care not to nick the aorta..." She said.

Jack pushed the needle and his fingers through the corpse, every movement a struggle.

"I can't. ...or break the spinal cord. I can't do this blindly. I will paralyse her or I will kill her." Jack looked up at Sneed.

"No, it's doable. Watch. Belle rushed forward, taking Jack's place, "There. Ligation's tied. No damage to the aorta or the spinal cord." She smiled

" Assuming that I can do this, how do I tie it tight enough to fix it, but not so tightly, it cuts the circulation off completely?" Jack was looking for hope in her eyes

" We'll fill the aorta with water and try." Sneed suggested as he darted across the room.

" Come on, we are so close." Belle huffed when Jack moved away from the heart. His mind was exhausted and hope was slowly fading.

"Move. Clamped." Belle shoved him aside and started working.

" Belle. Please, Belle, stop." Sneed tried to pull her away from the organ.

" No!"

" Stop. It doesn't work. No. It doesn't work. I'm so sorry." Sneed pulled her back and Belle collapsed against him tears falling from her eyes.

"We can't do it." She finally admits.

"No, no we can't give up we just need more time." Sneed says.

"Why do you care? All you've done is try to hurt her." Jack growled through his tears. Belle looked up at Sneed's face, seeing the same look in his eyes that she saw in the mirror.

"You aren't the only one who has fallen in love with y/n Jack."

*_*_*_*

"my turn daddy, my turn!" The boy shouted, gleefully reaching up to him. Jack swapped the children and copied his spin with the boy before lifting the girl up with as well. All three turn to you, their smiles wide.

You run through a door and find yourself standing in a meadow, bathed in a golden glow of the setting sun. Not too far away there is a blanket laid out on the grass, a whicker basket in one corner and food dotted around. It feels peaceful, like a dream. Giggles of children caught your ear and you turn, seeing a crystal clear pond with two young children splashing in the water. With them Jack was playing, his shirt sleeves and trousers legs rolled up to keep them out of the water. He lifted the small girl up and spun her around in the air. She giggled even harder.

"Come mumma, play with us!" The children giggled more. You feel.ypurself walking, the grass soft below your feet, but no matter how far you walked or how fast you could not close the gap between you.

"Y/n?" You hear Jack's voice, but it isn't from the man by the pond, instead it is like it comes from the sky. Twisting around you try to find a way out of the meadow. Trees, tall and dark surround you.

Panic fills you and you start running as fast as your feet would take you until you hit hard against the tree trunks. Your body falls backwards but you don't feel the ground instead you feel yourself landing on your bed. Your modern apartment bedroom, now around you.

"No not again." You sigh as you stand and walk out to the living room. The TV played in the corner and you can hear movement in the kitchen. Approaching slowly you held your breath until you saw Belle and Fanny. The two women were cooking and chatting.

"Why are you here?" Fanny asks, her face hard.

"You aren't welcome here." Belle hissed at you.

"What? How do I get back?" You ask. Both girls smiled at you and pulled out modern pistols.

"We kill you silly." They spoke in perfect unison.

"y/n?"

"Jack?" You spin on your heels and dart for the apartment door. The corridor is long, stretching on. You run as fast as your legs will allow you. There is an open door at the end and you can see Jack's fingers clutching at it.

It was becoming harder to run, like your feet were tacky and sticking to the ground until you could no longer move forward. Looking down you see your feet. The carpet had grown and lifted around your feet, moulding onto you and holding you still.

"Jack I'm coming!" You shout.

"Jack! Jack please help me!" You call out to him.

*_*_*_*

"Fanny l, my dear. I know in your eyes I must look like a failure after losing the gold." Oliver perched on the edge of an armchair, across from Fanny in the parlour, "but if you would still have me I would be humbled if you agreed to come to England with me."

"Oh, Mr Twist, of course I will." Fanny giggled.

"you must call me Oliver, please. I have a friend on the ship, the captain, he can marry us once we are at sea." He smiles, as Fanny blushes. Across the room Lady Jane and Edmund share a rare moment of tenderness. He pats her hand that was laid on his chest.

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