#Shee Blue

[dol-dee]

I've been doing a doodle of wife!Dee and by God she looks sooo good I think Whitney would be starstruck

(and would need a hot sec to fully realize who they're looking at lmao)

[nclooshun]

[shomatoriashi]

11/30/24; 06:07pm

itoshi rin x fem.reader

the chilly weather had finally gotten to you, making you suffer from a severe cold that made your head ache as you became even more congested as the hours passed by.

altogether, you just weren’t feeling well, with your form curled up in a fetal position. you did your best with tucking your body inside your comforter, but the constant chills and overall aches your body was experiencing became a great hindrance to your movements.

as you lay in bed, experiencing what had to be a fevered haze, you thought you dreamt of your phone ringing, echoing a familiar love song that you often associated with your beloved boyfriend. deep down, you knew that your phone was settled beside you on your nightstand, yet your arms felt as heavy as lead, rendering you unable to move even an inch.

so you wallow in your misery, doing your best not to cry yourself to sleep even when you felt like a gross ball of mucus. with your headache slowly turning into a sharp migraine, you felt as though you were on death’s door, unable to recover as you fell into the dark abyss…

in your restless slumber, you heard the sounds of your door unlocking coupled along with some heavy footsteps. the faint scent of a familiar cologne manages to break through your stuffiness, making your eyebrows furrow in response. an exasperated sigh of your name was heard before the same heavy footsteps began walking away from you.

on the cusp of waking up, you became more aware of some sounds in the kitchen-

something boiling in a pot-

a knife slicing through what you assumed were vegetables-

and the same heavy footsteps.

curious as to who was in your apartment, you let out a soft moan and unravel yourself from your cocoon of blankets. you struggle with sitting up in bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes while blindly reaching for your phone. keeping one eye open, you saw what had to be a plethora of text notifications and missed calls from one person-

rinnie ♡

your boyfriend of close to two years now.

of course he was the one who came into your apartment. after all, you had given him your spare key after celebrating a year together with him-

“about time you woke up.” you gasp, completely taken out of your reveries now. your eyes meet with his bored gaze as he stood in the doorway with a steaming bowl in hand.

“nnnooo! you can’t shee me like this! i’m a grosh ball of mucus!” oh, if only the earth could swallow you whole right now! here you are, with a nasally voice, filled to the brim with mucus as sweat ran down your brow. you were a mess in comparison to your beloved rin, who stood proudly in a deep navy blue sweater that fit him to perfection along with some jeans that suits his tall frame.

rolling his teal eyes at your theatrics, rin settles himself next to you on your queen-sized bed. “you’re right, you are a gross ball of mucus.”

“hey-“

but rin manages to cut you off when he rests his forehead against yours, all while balancing the bowl within his hands. he scoffs a bit but still places a chaste kiss against your damp skin, “but you’re my gross ball of mucus.”

his teasing words makes you sniffle a bit, your momentary panic steadily melting away when you asked him, “you shtill luv me?”

“i never stopped.” rin answers your question with zero hesitation, now bringing the bowl of what appeared to be rice porridge closer to you. “i got worried when my texts and calls went unread and unanswered, and i figured you were sick.”

he scoops up a spoonful, blowing on it before feeding you the warm and comforting porridge. you swallow the rice porridge and shiver a bit, basking in how warm it felt as it traveled down your throat, immediately soothing it. while rin worked on feeding you the rest of it, you shakily admit to him, “i didn’t want you to shee me like thish… me bein’ all nasally and grosssh…”

your boyfriend simply rolls his eyes at your dramatic words, continuing to feed you the rest of his porridge. as he was taking care of you, you began to realize how lucky you were to have him. itoshi rin was honestly the best thing that’s ever happened to you. sure, when you first met, he had an almost unhealthy obsession with soccer and becoming the best striker-

but you helped with expanding his world and giving him the love he truly needed.

and you were certain that the reason he was here with you now was because of a single fact-

the depths of his love for you.

i never stopped.

you repeat those words in your head, grinning when rin finishes with feeding you the porridge. a single brow remains lifted in question when he offers you a cold bottle of water along with some medicine. “what’s got you grinning like that?”

you finish taking your medicine and drain the entirety of the water bottle, letting out a relieved sigh when you felt life seeping back into you. meeting his gaze, you eagerly wrap your arms around his back, forcing him to quickly settle the empty bowl on your nightstand as you pulled him into bed with you.

rin says your name once more, but this time while pinching at your cheeks. you giggle in response and decide to meet his gaze. “you… you’ve got me grinnin’ like that.”

his eyes soften upon hearing your answer, brushing back your damp strands of hair. “really now?”

you hum in agreement, already hiding your face within his chest the moment rin settles into the bed with you. “mhmm…” letting out a yawn, you curl your body closer to his, all while sleepily murmuring, “shtay with me…”

you felt the way rin’s chest expands when he lets out a huff, but doesn’t quite deny you of your need to be close to him. instead, he wraps an arm around your waist, bringing your form closer to him. “i spoil you too much.”

you hid your face deeper within his chest, feigning sleep upon hearing his words-

however, you were certain that he could still feel your smile.

end notes: i just wanted to write something cute for my fave soccer boyfriend (⺣◡⺣)♡ also, i am just as dramatic as reader is when i get sick 😭

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.8 bffs with the rookies+ The Hangover

Lando being Lando with .jpg and Max and Charles are now involuntary babysitters

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landonorris i dont even know how y/n is alive rn

logansargeant fr I don't even remember getting back to the horel its_y/n_love I DRAK TEQUILA FOR YOUR UNGRAEEFUL ASS SMH arthur_leclerc WHY AM I IN A SHOPING CAT??? oscarpiastri why are we sleeping on the road?

its_y/n_love damn slide 5 logsn stole my bikch 😥

oscarpiastri more importantly why am i little spoon? hello? logansargeant cause I'm built diffrnt 😤

maxverstappen Never get them near alcohol. ever again.

charlesleclerc atleast you didn't have to CLIMB UP A BUILDING TO GET ARTHUR AND LOGAN OKAY maxverstappen THATS BECAUSE Y/N AND OSCAR KEPT RUNNING ONTO THE ROAD!!

alex_albon ... why am i crying im slide 4

oscarpiastri cause you weer flirting witn lily and she told you shee had a bf alex_albon understandable

username omg not them drunk answering in the comments 😭

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username WE FINALLY FOUND HER GUYS

username lando.jpg coming in clutch 💪 username not her endangering the driver's life by sleeping on the road and pushing arthur in a shopping cart 🙄 username fr like this isn't funny they should stop being friends with her look what Max and Charles said username can yall leave the poor girl alone! they're all adults it was their friends first point ofc they're gonna party ion see yall saying shit abt max and his redbull parties 🤨

After your wild night, it was Oscar who came through first, groaning at the awkward position he was sleeping in, his neck sore with a horribly tough and warm pillow under it. He tried shoving it off but was only met with soft groans and a 'fucking stop', well that was enough to wake up the Aussie.

He turned around to be face-to-face with his childhood best friend, he let out a small yelp and pushed himself off the small sofa they were sharing, waking up the others.

"Oh my god, please shut up," came the hoarse voice of his friend Y/n, from the other side of the bed, on which Alex was the only one sleeping, his phone still on Facetime with his girlfriend, Lily.

As Y/n began pulling herself up, a deep Monganesque voice protested, "Y/n, stop moving," making the young woman's eyes widen as she pulled her hand away from the shirtless f2 driver's chest.

"Why aren't you wearing your shirt?" She asked looking at the boy still lying down on the floor, head clutched in his hands, "actually, Albon, why don't you have your shirt either?" she asked pulling herself up and lending her hand to the struggling boy next to her.

"I can answer that," came a woman's garbled voice through Alex's phone making him jump up to grab it, "Arthur fell off the bed onto you and when you pushed him off he used his shirt as a pillow," 'oh, that's why my ribs hurt' the younger woman thought, throwing a look at her friend, "and Alex was 'literally on fire and going to kill whoever messed with the AC'" she said with air quotes, making her boyfriend turn red.

"Thanks, Lily, I'll call you later, love you." he spoke and cut the call, "Remind me to never ever drink with the four of you again."

"Oscar, you kick in your sleep," Logan complained as he sat up, exploring all the black and blue bruises on his body, "why do we look like we were in a fight club?" he asked out loud making the others look at themselves.

Oscar had a few scratches on his knees and arms, Arthur had bruises and scratches littered all across his palms and hands and a nasty hand-sized bruise on his back, Y/n had a swollen nose, with a deep-ish cut along her eyebrow, the only unscathed on was Alex.

They all got dressed not bothering to change, knowing whose room they were in and walked to the private buffet that had been set up for the driver staying in the hotel, courtesy of Paris Hilton's soft spot for Lando.

As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by Lando, smiling and laughing as he recorded with his phone.

"Merde, I'm going to die, shut the lights," the youngest Leclerc said as he threw himself on the chair, closest to him, letting his head fall back. Y/n was next to accept the defeat of being conscious, sitting and immediately letting herself slump over her head smacking the wooden table with a loud thud, the woman would have been hurt if Logan hadn't moved his hand under her face, letting it bear the brunt of the impact. The blonde wasn't in any better shape, throwing one of the table napkins on his face to block out all light and noise. Oscar was the last to sit, simply clutching his head in his hands, almost pulling out his hair, at the massive headache he had.

Soon after, the unwilling babysitters followed, scowling at the sight of the supposed adults who were in no condition to be awake.

"All four of you, delete my number from your phone," the Dutchman spoke as he sat down next to his British friend, "eighty-two calls of all of you singing Barbie girl at 2 IN THE MORNING," he yelled slightly making the four whine.

"Please for the love of god shut up," the Aussie spoke up surprising the three sober men.

"Arthur mate, what did you all drink?" his brother asked laughing.

"Last I remember were the shots," he answered in broken French and English.

"So you don't remember when you all ran out of the club and went to Costco?" Lando spoke with a smirk, "And Y/n pushed Arthur around in the parking lot in the shopping carts,"

"What?" the pair asked, the girl sitting up, letting the blonde take back his hand.

"Oh, that is not even the worst part," Charles continued, "You and Oscar stole traffic cones, put them over your head and began tackling each other, and slept on the road," he chuckled making the duo look at each other with wide eyes.

"Oh and let's not forget when Logan and Arthur climbed up a building," he said knudging the brunette next to him. The two in question looked sheepishly at the older men and back onto the table.

"I am never going to drink, ever again," Y/n groaned as she tried to keep her eyes open.

"Yeah right, let's see you in Vegas," The youngest Leclerc sniped, making the girl throw the napkin of Logan's face on Arthur.

"Hey, guys," Lando called out bringing everyone's attention to him, the six waited as Lando's eyes widened and widened, "WHY IS THERE A TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLAR CHARGE ON OSCAR'S COMPANY CARD?!"

oof this one was long af 😭 but I hope yall like how chaotic the boys get when they're with Y/n, cause we menaces frfr.

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New Story- Pride

Kara had never been this nervous in her life. She was standing high atop a building over National City's Redden Park, where about twenty thousand people were eagerly awaiting her appearance. They'd been standing there patiently all morning, listening to the mayor, a state senator, and local leaders in the queer community who'd come to open the city's two-day Pride festival with this ceremony and a march. She was to be the guest of honor.

With help from Brainy, Nia, and Lena, Kara had designed a new suit for this special occasion. The blue was a lighter shade and the traditional yellow of the El Mayarah was replaced with a stark white, the diamond and swoop of the crest rendered in a soft pink. Her cape was a rainbow, with the crest in brown, black, and yellow to honor the Philadelphia Pride flag. She had a rainbow sticker placed on each cheek. She looked like Pride incarnate, and though she should have looked borderline garish, Lena said she'd looked regal, and beautiful.

When she'd said that, Kara's stomach churned, and she fought to keep a straight face.

It was all going to get complicated very soon. Lena was about to give her speech and introduce Kara to the crowd, a speech that Lena had rehearsed a dozen times in front of Kara. She wasn't nervous for Lena; for someone so introverted, she had a gift for public speaking. She was nervous for herself, because of what shee was about to do.

Lena approached the podium to a wave of cheers, and Kara's throat tightened.

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Paintings from Buckingham Palace: part I

A retexture by La Comtesse Zouboff — Original Mesh by @thejim07

100 followers gift!

First of all, I would like to thank you all for this amazing year! It's been a pleasure meeting you all and I'm beyond thankful for your support.

Spread among 13 occupied and historic royal residences in the United Kingdom, the collection is owned by King Charles III and overseen by the Royal Collection Trust. The British monarch owns some of the collection in right of the Crown and some as a private individual. It is made up of over one million objects, including 7,000 paintings, over 150,000 works on paper, this including 30,000 watercolours and drawings, and about 450,000 photographs, as well as around 700,000 works of art, including tapestries, furniture, ceramics, textiles, carriages, weapons, armour, jewellery, clocks, musical instruments, tableware, plants, manuscripts, books, and sculptures.

Some of the buildings which house the collection, such as Hampton Court Palace, are open to the public and not lived in by the Royal Family, whilst others, such as Windsor Castle, Kensington Palace and the most remarkable of them, Buckingham Palace are both residences and open to the public.

About 3,000 objects are on loan to museums throughout the world, and many others are lent on a temporary basis to exhibitions.

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This first part includes the paintings displayed in the White Drawing Room, the Green Drawing Room, the Silk Tapestry Room, the Guard Chamber, the Grand Staircase, the State Dining Room, the Queen's Audience Room and the Blue Drawing Room,

This set contains 37 paintings and tapestries with the original frame swatches, fully recolourable. They are:

White Drawing Room (WDR):

Portrait of François Salignan de la Mothe-Fénelon, Archbishop of Cambrai (Joseph Vivien)

Portrait of a Lady (Sir Peter Lely)

Portrait of a Man in Armour with a red scarf (Anthony van Dyck)

Portrait of Alexandra of Denmark, Queen Consort of the United Kingdom and Empress of India (François Flameng)

Green Drawing Room (GDR):

Portrait of Prince James Stuart, Duke of Cambridge (John Michael Wright)

Portrait of Frederick Henry, Charles Louis and Elizabeth: Children of Frederick V and Elizabeth of Bohemia (unknown)

Portrait of Infanta Isabel Clara Eugenia of Autria and her Sister, Infanta Catalina Micaela of Austria (Alonso Sanchez Coello)

Portrait of Princess Louisa and Princess Caroline of the United Kingdom (Francis Cotes)

Portrait of Queen Charlotte with her Two Eldest Sons, Frederick, Later Duke of York and Prince George of Wales (Allan Ramsay)

Portrait of Richard Colley Wellesley, Marquess of Wellesley (Martin Archer Shee)

Portrait of the Three Youngest Daughters of George III, Princesses Mary, Amelia and Sophia (John Singleton Copley)

Silk Tapestry Room (STR):

Portrait of Caroline of Brunswick, Princess of Wales, Playing the Harp with Princess Charlotte (Sir Thomas Lawrence)

Portrait of Augusta, Duchess of Brunswick With her Son, Charles George Augustus (Angelica Kauffmann)

Guard Chamber (GC):

Les Portières des Dieux: Bacchus (Manufacture Royale des Gobelins)

Les Portières des Dieux: Venus (Manufacture Royale des Gobelins)

Les Portières des Dieux (Manufacture Royale des Gobelins)

Grand Staircarse (GS):

Portrait of Adelaide of Saxe-Meiningen, Queen Consort of Great Britain (Martin Archer Shee)

Portrait of Augustus, Duke of Sussex (Sir David Wilkie)

Portrait of Edward, Duke of Kent (George Dawe)

Portrait of King George III of Great Britain (Sir William Beechey)

Portrait of King William IV of Great Britain when Duke of Clarence (Sir Thomas Lawrence)

Portrait of Leopold I, King of the Belgians (William Corden the Younger)

Portrait of Prince George of Cumberland, Later King George V of Hanover When a Boy (Sir Thomas Lawrence)

Portrait of Princess Charlotte Augusta of Wales (George Dawe)

Portrait of Queen Charlotte at Frogmore House (Sir William Beechey)

Portrait of Victoria of Saxe-Coburg-Saafeld, Duchess of Kent (Sir George Hayter)

State Dining Room (SDR):

Portrait of Charlotte of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, Queen Consort of the United Kingdom in Coronation Robes (Allan Ramsay)

Portrait of King George III of the United Kingdom in Coronation Robes (Allan Ramsay)

Portrait of Augusta of Saxe-Gotha, Princess of Wales (Jean-Baptiste Van Loo)

Portrait of Caroline of Ansbach when Princess of Wales (Sir Godfrey Kneller)

Portrait of Frederick, Princes of Wales (Jean-Baptiste Van Loo)

Portrait of King George II of Great Britain (John Shackleton)

Portrait of King George IV of the United Kingdom in Garther Robes (Sir Thomas Lawrence)

Queen's Audience Room (QAR):

Portrait of Anne, Duchess of Cumberland and Strathearn (née Anne Luttrel) in Peeress Robes (Sir Thomas Gainsborough)

Portrait of Prince Henry, Duke of Cumberland and Strathearn in Peer Robes (Sir Thomas Gainsborough)

London: The Thames from Somerset House Terrace towards the City (Giovanni Antonio Canal "Canaletto")

View of Piazza San Marco Looking East Towards the Basilica and the Campanile (Giovanni Antonio Canal "Canaletto")

Blue Drawing Room (BDR)

Portrait of King George V in Coronation Robes (Sir Samuel Luke Fildes)

Portrait of Queen Mary of Teck in Coronation Robes (Sir William Samuel Henry Llewellyn)

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Found under decor > paintings for:

500§ (WDR: 1,2 & 3)

1850§ (GDR: 1)

1960§ (GDR: 2 & 3 |QAR 3 & 4)

3040§ (STR, 1 |GC: 1 & 2|SDR: 1 & 2)

3050§ (GC:1 |GS: all 10|WDR: 4 |SDR: 3,4,5 & 6)

3560§ (QAR: 1 & 2|STR: 2)

3900§ (SDR: 7| BDR: 1 & 2|GDR: 4,5,6 & 7)

Retextured from:

"Saint Mary Magdalene" (WDR: 1,2 & 3) found here .

"The virgin of the Rosary" (GDR: 1) found here .

"The Four Cardinal Virtues" (GDR: 2&3|QAR 3 & 4) found here.

"Mariana of Austria in Prayer" (STR, 1, GC: 1 & 2|SDR: 1 & 2) found here.

"Portrait of Philip IV with a lion at his feet" (GC:1 |GS: all 10|WDR: 4 |SDR: 3,4,5 & 6) found here

"Length Portrait of Mrs.D" (QAR: 1 & 2|STR: 2) found here

"Portrait of Maria Theresa of Austria and her Son, le Grand Dauphin" (SDR: 7| BDR: 1 & 2|GDR: 4,5,6 & 7) found here

(you can just search for "Buckingham Palace" using the catalog search mod to find the entire set much easier!)

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I’m wondering if you have any examples of Irish clothing from the early 1600s (around 1610-1615)? I haven’t been able to find much from this era so I’d appreciate any sources or museum collections that you could recommend.

Starting this out with the caveat that if you're looking for the same level of detail and precision that we have for English dress history in this period, you are going to be disappointed. The types of English primary sources we have for this period (well-dated detailed paintings, well-preserved rich-people clothing, wills, printed books, etc) just don't exist for Ireland. There also seems to be much less research interest in 16th-17th c. Irish dress history, so there isn't nearly as much for secondary sources (books, articles etc.).

You don't mention if you are interested in a specific region in Ireland. Ireland in the early 17th c. was a pretty heterogeneous place. People in Dublin and Waterford wore English-influenced styles. According to British-appointed solicitor-general Sir John Davies, by 1606 a few of the wealthier people in Connacht had started wearing English dress, but many others were still wearing Irish clothing. Ulster was a mix of Irish who were wearing Irish dress and incoming English and lowland Scots settlers.

All of the extant Irish clothing I know of from the early 17th c. comes from either bogs or archaeological excavations. It looks like you've already seen my post on extant garments at the NMI. The NMI also has a couple of felt hats that might be early 17th c. This one is from Knockfola, Co. Donegal. It originally had a decorative cord or band where the pale line is:

There are also another cóta mór and brat, found on a bog body from Leigh, Co. Tipperary, which I don't think the NMI has on display. I did not bother to include them in my post, because they are so similar to the ones from Killery, Co. Sligo, but the fact that these have been found in multiple places suggests that they were common, widely-used garments.

The other major garment-find from this period is the Dungiven outfit which is in the Ulster Museum. a short video The bright blue thread was added by a modern conservator; it's not original. (Side note: The identification of this outfit has gotten unfortunately politicized. Tartan trews were worn by both the Irish and the Scots during the 17th century (McClintock 1943, Dunlevy 1989). The presence of tartan should not be used to draw conclusions about the ethnicity of the wearer.) The primary publication for this outfit:

Henshall, Audrey, Seaby, Wilfred A., Lucas, A. T., Smith, A. G., and Connor, A. (1961). The Dungiven Costume. Ulster Journal of Archaeology, 24/25, 119-142. https://www.jstor.org/stable/20627382

The one other reasonably-well preserved outfit that has published on is from a child burial from Emlagh, Co. Kerry, now at University College Cork. Shee and O'Kelly give it a late 17th c date, but they largely base this date on the presence of a rather generic-looking comb. IMO the outfit could easily be early 17th c.

The Emlagh gown, photographed on a living 8-year-old child who was wearing a sweater and skirt underneath. (The 1960s was a different time.)

The bodice has a wrap-front closure with a back and button-up sleeves similar in cut to the Killery cóta mór. The skirt is a pleated rectangle with the pleats sewn in vertically, somewhat like the Shinrone gown. Publication:

Shee, E. and O'Kelly, M. (1966). A Clothed Burial from Emlagh, near Dingle. Journal of the Cork Historical and Archaeological Society, 71(213), 81-91.

There are also, frustratingly, a bunch of fragmentary clothing finds at the NMI which might be 17th c, but no one seems to care enough to do publications on them, and NMI Archaeology still does not have their collection on-line, so they are useless to us.

The typical Irish shoe for this period is known as a brogue (also called a Lucas type 5 by archaeologists). broguesandshoes.com has photos, a pattern, and construction information.

Unfortunately, the illustrations from Speed's map are the only images I know of from this specific period.

If you want details on what materials were used, I recommend Susan Flavin's dissertation. It's about the 16th c. economy, but things didn't change that much between 1599 and 1601. free download here

If you don't mind wading through early modern English and a bit of period-typical prejudice, I recommend reading A Discourse of Ireland, by Luke Gernon written in 1620. His description of Irish clothing starts halfway down p. 356.

Finally, if you can find them, Dress in Ireland by Mairead Dunlevy (1st ed. 1989) and Old Irish and Highland Dress by H. F. McClintock (1st ed. 1943, 2nd ed. 1950) are the best books I know of for this period.

[nclooshun]

Hey !!!! Where are all my Sisters at ??? To EVERY .... girlfriend / wife / sisters with brothers - CAN I GET A ..... AMEN ?? ** SHEE RITE = She's/She Right **HEE WONG = He's/He Wrong

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Daredevil: Cutting Edge Quote Starters 2

quotes taken from the Marvel novel, Daredevil: The Cutting Edge (1999) by Madeleine E. Robins // adjust pronouns and lines as needed.

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The smell is killing us, I can imagine what it's doing to you.

Nah, just stands to reason. Besides, you told me so yesterday.

The paint fumes are eating my brain cells. D'you think I have case if I sue?

Geez, most big-money people think that, but they won't say it out loud ⸺

It's hardly likely she'd be an humanitarian.

That guy is a piece of work, you're going to love this!

Oh, I already do, but make me love him more.

He sounds like the kind of guy who pulled the wings off butterflies and tortured puppy dogs.

Basically, your overprivileged sociopath.

I wasn't always the polished gem you see now.

He has the business ethics of a piranha.

Judiciously applied, the business ethics of a piranha can be very useful.

Time to use my power for good.

Make it good, boyo.

Hey, we're working on it.

In other words, hurry up and forget it!

Yer just jealous 'cause the department didn't issue you any tights!

Look, you cannot say or think anything nastier about those S.O.B.s than I have myself but that's not constuctive.

If you like it hot, but I gotta say, man, you oughtta use a little caution.

Could'a been a flippin' army on your tail, man, and you'd'a never known it 'til it was too late.

I'm touched by your concern, but I promise you I'm well armed.

It wouldn'ta done you any good for me to get taken in for questioning.

Nah. Onee of those Irish names. Shee-vahn.

It's frightening to have a madman on the loose.

Well, the only thing to do wwith a bully and a coward is face him straight on!

Now it's time for bed, close your weary eyes and dream of me.

You get to do this every night?

You're a darling, but I'm too tired to argue about it.

In five minutes, I'll be laughing at myself for an hysterical fool, and brushing my teeth and falling into bed.

In this weather? He must be so hot!

This is where I'm going to die.

I have to remember every detail. If I live, I'll tell someone his eyes are blue. If I live.

You have great bone structure.

My job isn't to punish, but, where the hell is he?

Well, look. The neighborhood avenger. Come on, you wanna play?

Can't aim for flesh, connect with the knife, disarm him. Then you can take him out.

Isn't as much fun when you're picking on someone your own size, is it?

Spread the word, sweetheart.

I couldn't... fight him...

You stayed alive, you did the right thing.

Bullies... never give in to... bullies.

You didn't give in, you were very brave.

You did good, remember that.

Oh my, really bad night.

I don't deserve you.

You roll in here looking like someone shot your dog, so I figure I can be self-absorbed and ill-tempered some other morning.

Oh, my god. Oh, god, how badly was she hurt?

It's my fault, I knew it was a mistake, oh my god.

My god, it must have been like waving a red flag at him.

Listen, sweetheart, whatever you did, it's not your fault.

If anyone's to blame, it' me.

She's one of the most arrogant, self-serving, insincere women I've ever met.

Physically, she made me feel like running in circles and baaying at the moon.

Mentally, I wanted to pitch her out the window.

That was the effect she had on me, physically.

Maybe that blow to the head I took the other night?

I've got tickets for Turandot tonight at the Met. Will you be my guest?

Voice-mail. Curse or blessing?

I find I'm old-fashioned enough to prefer talking to a live humaan being.

Old-fashioned is the last word I would apply to you.

Well, maybe old-fashioned in the right ways.

I can't tell you how much I look forward to evening. Seven o'clock.

Hey, counselor. Time to get up. You have places to go and things to do, yes?

Lies. All lies.

I don't think they're ever leaving. I think they like it here.

It's air conditioned, the coffee's free, they get to point and laugh at the poor people trying to work.

[asknerdyalastor]

hi Al. :) what's your opinion on the color blue ? And also the fact that is the most adored color ?

"Blue ish a very nice color. It'sh one of the few I can actually shee sho I've grown to like it more than othersh."

(I like to believe that Alastor has the same eyes as a deer, so he has dichromatic vision meaning he can't see red, orange, or pink that well. He can see short and medium wavelength colors though.)

[league-liom]

Oceanicabyssal

Oh-shee-an-ik-uh-biss-uhl

From the prefix "oceanica-" meaning connected to the ocean, the word "abyss", and the suffix "-al"

A gender related to abysses in the ocean

Inspired by @mogaideas prompt "abyss"

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[scapegrace74-blog]

The Man from Black Water, Chapter 13

A/N  Thank you everyone for your lovely comments on the last chapter.  I’m glad I was finally able to bring some of that Jamie and Claire attraction to a head (ahem).  There’s a bit more of that sort of thing in this chapter, before I go and cruelled separate them again.  But this chapter has Murtagh, so there’s that.

Previous chapters are available on my AO3 page.

The next morning saw Jamie and Claire sharing a simple breakfast of parritch and shy touches.  When Claire modestly asked about toilet facilities, Jamie’s face burned with chagrin as he directed her to the outdoor privy.  Netherton was equipped with modern water closets, and the disparity with his own primitive accommodations only served to underscore the wild improbability of his ever being able to provide Claire with a fitting home.

���Are ye ready, then?” Jamie asked after lifting Claire up to join him on Donas’ back.  Feeling her wrap her slender arms around his torso in reply, he whistled for Rollo and began the long walk down the glen.  Unlike the last time he rode away, on this occasion he felt compelled to look back at Lallybroch before it disappeared from view.  It sat proudly on a gentle slope overlooking the Shee, the paperwhite slopes of the Mounth forming a backdrop of endless pleats up to the azure horizon.  In addition to his fond remembrances of childhood, its four solid walls now held the memory of a new kind of love, one both magical and terrifying.

The morning was crisp, but unusually clear for Scotland in November, making the sides of the glen sparkle like a million shards of crystal, more beautiful than any manmade chandelier.  As they rode up to the bealach that divided Glen Shee from Glen Isla, meltwater streams decorated every snowy furrow with braids of diamonds.  High above a hawk circled on the breeze.

Jamie reined in Donas as the top of the pass, allowing the gelding to catch his breath after the steep climb.

“It’s so beautiful,” Claire gasped from behind him.

He twisted in the saddle, watching his Sassenach come face to face with the awe-inspiring grandeur of his home for the first time.  Claire’s wild curls were unbound and cascaded over the white fur mantle of her cloak.  Her eyes, faithful portals into her most private thoughts, shone liquid amber with unbridled appreciation.

“Aye,” he agreed.  “Tis.  But jes wait til ano’er storm blows in and ye canna see yer hand in front o’ yer face.”

“It’s not an experience I’ll soon forget,” Claire cringed.  “It changes so suddenly, doesn’t it?  One minute it’s paradise, and the next it’s trying to kill you.”

Silently sending a prayer of thanks heavenward that this time, the Highlands hadn’t been successful, Jamie grew philosophical.  He longed for Claire to understand and come to love the place just as much as he did.

“I think tis part of the beauty, ye ken.  That ye canna predict how things will be out here from one day the next, an’ so ye have tae keep an open mind.  Ye should ne’er take it fer granted.”

Claire turned her eyes away from the view and trained them on Jamie’s face, so close to her own that she could see the marine starbursts that leant his eyes their bottomless quality.  He’d been referring to their surroundings, but he could just as easily have been speaking of their relationship.

“It’s the same with people too,” she said, as much to herself as to the man before her.

Jamie leaned towards her so slowly, she felt like she was diving into pools of glacial blue.  Her lips were cold as they met his own, but heat blossomed quickly when they touched.  Her tongue snuck out to tentatively lick at Jamie’s plump bottom lip.  His answering groan was the stuff of the boulders and bedrock that surrounded them.  Soon they were devouring each other hungrily, their bodies pressed as tightly together as their awkward positions allowed.  It took Donas snorting and stamping a hoof in impatience to jolt them back to their senses, and by then Jamie’s long fingers were cradling her skull, his breathing laboured and his eyes inky and wild.  He cleared his throat.

“We should…erm… we should be goin’,” he rumbled, still not releasing his hold.

“Yes.  It wouldn’t do to be caught in a second blizzard.  No matter how pleasant it is having you keep me warm.”

Jamie reddened in pleasure, every inch the bashful schoolboy, no matter that he kissed like a satyr and looked like a Spartan warrior.  It made her wonder…

“How old are you, Jamie?”

“Nineteen.  And a half,” he added for good measure when he noticed her smile.

“Well, that explains it then.”

“Explains what?” he took the bait, looking ready to be offended.

“Why you need the guidance of an older, wiser woman,” Claire teased, enjoying the way her words made the tips of his ears turn bright red.

***

“Miserable glob o’ shite,” Murtagh cursed as he slipped and nearly fell on the icy slope for the third time.

The Highland winter had descended fierce and sudden, making the long trek up to his whisky still treacherous.  This would have to be his last visit for the season, adding to his foul temper.  At his age, there were no promises spring would arrive.

There was ice on the padlock guarding the still.  After a great deal of fussing and further cursing, the hasp gave way.  Inside, the copper pot gave an ominous gurgle followed by a belch of steam.

“O, aye, vent yer spleen ye wretched auld hag,” Murtagh muttered as he opened the spirit safe to test the output of his latest batch.  What he saw, pale gold and clear as glass, brought him up short.

“Now there’s a bonny thing…” he whispered in reverence before quickly decanting the distilled spirit and stowing each bottle carefully inside his burlap sack.  Then, as fast as he could hobble, Murtagh hurried back down the slope to his bothy, eager to sample his wares.

***

“Whose place is this?” Claire asked as Donas came to a halt next to the paddock.

“Murtagh Fitzgibbons.  A hopeless auld crank who also happens tae be my godfather,” Jamie explained as he lifted Claire easily to the ground.  “Make yerself at home,” he added.  “I’ll look fer him down by the burn.”

Claire nudged the door to the bothy open on its stubborn hinges and stepped inside the gloomy hut.  The furnishings were sparse, but the room was cluttered with the bric-a-brac of a hermit’s life: dinted tin containers, loose pages of years-old newspaper and an assortment of strange instruments.  Still, there was a low fire burning on the hearth that threw some light and more heat, and Claire was eager to warm up after their long ride.  Standing next to the mantle, she was seized by a sight so unexpected, it stopped her breath.

Jamie stamped the snow from his boots as he returned from his search.

“He’s no’ down at the burn.  His cart’s still here, so he canna have gone far.”

When Claire didn’t immediately reply, he approached to find her face was pale and her eyes wide.

“Sassenach?  Wha’ is it?  Are ye ill?”

Just as Claire was about to reply, the door flew open again and Murtagh rushed inside, hopping on his good leg and turning in a pirouette with a burlap sack brandished aloft above his head like a trophy.

“Jamie, m’boy!  James Alexander Morriston Mackenzie Fraser!  Yoo-hoo!”

The couple watched on in bemusement as the grizzled old man danced a jig, coming to a sudden stop when he lay eyes on Claire.

“Julia,” he whispered in reverence.  “I finally did it.”

Claire looked to Jamie, but he seemed just as shocked as she was.

“I’m not Julia,” she explained.  “I’m Claire.  Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.”

“Claire…” Murtagh repeated slowly, shaking his head as though waking from a dream.  “O’ course.  I thought fer a moment…”

“Why do you keep this picture of my mother?” she interrogated, picking up the picture frame from the mantle that had seized her attention.  “And why,” she rounded on Jamie, “are you named for her?”

“That was my doin’ lass,” Murtagh interjected when Jamie got no further than opening his mouth and then closing it again.  “The lad’s father asked me tae contribute tae his name at his christening, knowing I’d have no bairns o’ my own.  Sae I named him Morriston after the loveliest person I e’er kent.”

“My mother?” Claire clarified.  “But how did you know her?”

Murtagh turned away, but not before she saw a look of aching regret pass over his face.

“There’s naught but pain an’ sufferin’ tae be had diggin’ up the past, lass.  Best leave it behind ye, where it canna cause any more harm.”

Jamie could tell by the look on Claire’s face that she wasn’t likely to let the matter drop, and he had a more pressing matter to discuss.

“A goistidh, can ye bring Claire back tae Netherton?  I have tae go back fer the cattle afore they starve.”

“What?” Claire wheeled on him, more than sufficiently distracted.  “Jamie, you can’t be serious.  My father… your job… you and I…”  Her hands flew about like tiny caged birds.

There was no privacy to be had in the bothy, so Jamie led Claire back outdoors by the elbow, where the bright sunlight was quickly melting the blanket of snow into slush

“Sassenach, I have a duty tae uphold.  Those kine are yer father’s property, and tis my responsibility tae return them tae him.  If I dinna, I’ll jes be ano’er thieving teuchter in his eyes.”  He bent down, trying to meet Claire’s focus where it was fixed on the muddy snow, willing her to listen to him.  Her shoulders quivered on a long exhale.

“Bloody noble Scot,” she muttered loud enough for him to grin in response.

“Ye catch on quick, Sassenach.”

Blazing eyes seized his own with renewed intensity.

“But why must I go back to Netherton?  I’m not a kine, as you so quaintly put it, nor am I my father’s property.”

Jamie sent a brief but heartfelt prayer skyward, asking for fortitude and forbearance.  He wasn’t accustomed to having his will questioned quite so frequently, let alone by a lass half his size, but damn him if he didn’t relish the challenge it presented.

“Ye canna stay in the Highlands, lass.  If I’m tae bring ye back tae Lallybroch come springtime, I’ll need tae earn the means tae pay my rents an’ feed us both, plus a little extra.   I canna ask Murtagh tae feed ye all winter, and I dinna trust anyone else wi’ yer safety.  Besides, there’ll be men out lookin’ fer ye, riskin’ their lives.”

Claire walked away a few paces, the muck sloshing over her ruined boots.  He could predict what she would say next and rushed to circumvent it.

“Please, Claire.  I want tae do ye honour by askin’ yer father for yer hand as a self-reliant man.  Dinna ask me tae debase ye nor myself by suggestin’ I do otherwise.”

At the mention of marriage, Claire’s cheeks dimpled in pleasure.  She returned to his side and clasped his hand.

“He’ll never agree to it,” she clarified needlessly.

“Aye, but at least I’ll have done my duty by ye,” Jamie held his ground with a stubborn tilt to his jaw.

“The lad’s right, lass,” Murtagh interjected from where he was eavesdropping by the door.  “Ye dinna want tae begin yer life t’gether wi’ shame hanging o’er yer names.”  From his expression, it was clear that he spoke from experience.

Claire sighed in defeat but didn’t let go of Jamie’s hand.

“You’ll come for me?”

“Aye, Sassenach.  Afore the snow on yon hills melts,” he promised, meaning it more than any vow he’d yet to take in his young life.

“Very well,” she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.  “On your way, then.  Those cows aren’t going to drove themselves.”

Unable to resist her impudent lips, Jamie bent and gave her a long, lingering kiss, unable to stop himself until Murtagh cleared his throat in embarrassment.

“Look after my Sassenach, a goistidh,” Jamie demanded, voice a little rough.

“Aye, I will.  Like she was my own daughter.”

With one last kiss, the Highlander made his way towards Donas, eager to put his plan into action.  Murtagh hopped into the bothy and returned with three unmarked bottles filled with amber liquid.

“Here, lad.  Take these down tae the public house an’ see what they’ll give ye fer them.  Jes dinna let the excise man catch ye at it.”

“Don’t yet want tae keep some fer yerself?” Jamie asked as he stowed the bottles in his saddle bags.

“Bah!  There’s plenty more where those came from,” Murtagh grumbled.  “In fact, the lass and I will sample a dram jes now, tae keep us warm on the long road down tae the Lowlands.  Away wi’ ye, then!”

Claire glanced over her shoulder at Jamie as Murtagh gallantly squired her back into his humble abode.  Smiling, she blew him a kiss.  Jamie tipped his tam low over one eye in an artificial wink, causing her to laugh, which cheered him greatly.  He then whistled for Rollo, wheeled Donas down the path and cantered away.

[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E Bios: Gardenia Rhydderch

The Cyhyraeth Duchess of C.R.C Gardenia Rhydderch (2020)

Jarlath's eldest daughter, and Naoise's granddaughter, Gardenia. An Irish-Catholic woman living in Wales and an orderly and sunny young lady She's one of Kirby's first cousins once removed.

"Call me anytime."

Name

Full Legal Name: Gardenia Niamh Clodagh Gwenllian Rhydderch

First Name: Gardenia

Meaning: From the name of the tropical flower, which was named for the Scottish naturalist Alexander Garden.

Pronunciation: gahr-DEEN-ee-a

Origin: English

Middle Name(s): Niamh, Clodagh, Gwenllian

Meaning(s): Niamh: Means 'Bright' in Irish. Clodagh: From the Clodagh, a small river in County Waterford, Ireland. Gwenllian: Derived from the Welsh elements 'Gwen' meaning 'White, Blessed' and possibly 'Lliain' meaning 'Flaxen, Made of linen' or 'Lliant' meaning 'Flow, Flood'.

Pronunciation(s): NYEEW / NYEEV. KLAW-da. gwen-SHEE-an.

Origin(s): Irish, Irish Mythology. Irish. Welsh

Surname: Rhydderch

Meaning: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted'.

Pronunciation: HRUDH-ehrkh

Origin: Welsh

Alias: Cyhyraeth Duchess, Gardenia Rhydderch

Reason: This is Gardenia's ring name

Nicknames: Nia, Gwen

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 18

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: June 10th 2002

Symbols: Banshees, Cyhyraeths, Ghosts, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English, Swedish

Relationship Status: Dating

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Theme Song: 'At Last' - Cyndi Lauper (2020-)

Voice Actor: Iona Banks

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'5" / 165 cm

Weight: 127 lbs / 57 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 0

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Triple, Both), Tragus (Both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Paulette Nye, Zella Lum, Rosaura Marino, Emperatriz Romero-Marino, Venetia Winter, Barbara Di Napoli, Tegwen Pritchard, Wanda Llewellyn, Tabitha Griffiths, Tacey Rhydderch, Calanthe Mulrennan, Velvet Rhydderch, Tallulah Rhydderch, Hadley Rhydderch, Kayla Rhydderch, Lalage Rhydderch

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Tor Bergqvist

Mentor: Ursula Rhydderch

Significant Other: Tor Bergqvist (19, Boyfriend)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Jarlath Rhydderch (44, Father), Ursula Rhydderch (45, Mother, Née Cavanaugh)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Eadburg Rhydderch (24, Brother), Fabian Rhydderch (21, Brother), Hadley Rhydderch (15, Sister), Iago Rhydderch (12, Brother), Jacob Rhydderch (9, Brother), Kayla Rhydderch (6, Sister), Lalage Rhydderch (3, Sister)

Siblings-In-Law: Fiachra Rhydderch (25, Eadburg's Wife, Née McWilliam), Jean Rhydderch (22, Fabian's Wife, Née Patterson)

Nieces & Nephews: Alan Rhydderch (4, Nephew), Anna Rhydderch (1, Niece), Moire Rhydderch (1, Niece)

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Anglesey, Wales

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Talulla Rhydderch, Ursula Rhydderch

Managers: Tor Bergqvist

Wrestlers Managed: Tor Bergqvist

Debut: 2020

Debut Match: Gardenia Rhydderch VS Ursula Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Brawler / Hardcore

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2020)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Belly To Back Suplex, Bulldog, Figure-Four Leglock, Inverted Atomic Drop, Low Blow, Multiple Jabs, Poking /Raking Opponent’s Eyes, Running High Knee Strike, Big Boot, Atomic Drop, Backbreaker Rack, Diving Overhead Chop, High Knee, One-Armed Body Slam, Piledriver, Running Big Boot, Running Leg Drop, Vertical Suplex Powerslam

Finishers: Sleeper Hold, Jumping Knee Drop, Top Rope Jumping Knee Drop

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Gardenia Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) Owning Rhydderch Family. When Jarlath dies Gardenia will have a 1/448th ownership of the promotion. Gardenia is a 'Cyhyraeth Style’ (Brawler / Hardcore) trainer. She’s a mostly Irish.

Trivia: Nothing of Note

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[shynmighty]

Shee Shee got some exercise today!

She started by tricking a Jedi...

And standing in a pool of blood! Which my daughter thought was disgusting.

She also thought the monster that lived in the blood was disgusting.

Apparently I had to make up for this by getting Shee Shee a bantha. It was the only way.

And, because I’m the world’s biggest chump, Shee Shee got a bantha.

The bantha’s name is... you ready?... LORD BANTHLER.

Next, a family debate arose. My husband, sitting nearby asserted that “banthas are smelly.” This greatly upset my daughter, who insists banthas smell “really really really good”. This nearly tore our family apart.

My daughter sang a song about banthas. It goes a little something like this:

Banthas are for everybody to see Banthas are important to me So then the banthas go and live the peaceful lives they have with people who don’t think they’re smelly And they love you, too

Next we met this guy.

My daughter named him “Foot Face Man McSpikeface”, and came up with an entire genealogy of his ancestors. His daughter is named “Alana Mosella McSpikeface”. His great grandfather was named “Boogerface McPoopenstein”... and there were a few others, with a lot of “farts” and “poops” in their names.

My daughter is very curious what Darth Bucket looks like under his mask.

We also met Vette! My daughter says “she is blue! Like a fresh blueberry!” And calls her “Blueberry”. She also pointed out that she’s the same race as Moonlight Chaser.

My daughter says that if she lived in the game she would want to be a twi’lek. “Because they are bald and I would never have to brush my hair.”

Speaking of brushing hair...

My daughter also wishes she was in the game because she wants to brush Shee Shee’s hair. “Because it looks so soft!”

My daughter also insisted I post a beautiful picture of Shee Shee. So there you go.