#Thomas Tull

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue July 1956

Wedding Sequence: 1956 Brides, Their Going-away Choices

A bride in white satin, will leave in taupe cotton and will most likely spend the whole year in the latter. Lace wedding dress with a short train. in Oneida silk satin. Lace crown, tulle veil. Cashmere cotton dress, black satin bow, by Ben Barrack. in M&W Thomas cotton. "Passport" bag with zipped bottom for beauty products. Shoes: Delman.

Séquence de mariage : les mariées de 1956, leurs choix de départ Une mariée en satin blanc, partira en coton taupe et passera très probablement toute l'année dans ce dernier. Robe de mariée en dentelle avec une courte traîne. en satin de soie Oneida . Couronne de dentelle, voile de tulle. Robe en coton cachemire, nœud en satin noir, par Ben Barrack. en coton M&W Thomas. Sac "passeport" avec fond zippé pour les produits de beauté. Chaussures : Delman.

Photo Karen Radkaï vogue archive

[ijustthinkevilunoisneat]

[amphibious-thing]

The thing that gets me about people saying that we don't know what d'Eon's pronouns were is that we actually have much better information on her pronouns than we do for most historical figures.

Take Princess Seraphina for example. Most of what we know about Seraphina comes from the trial of Thomas Gordon (5 July 1732). In the trial some witnesses who knew Seraphina use she/her pronouns. For example this is how Mary Poplet talks about the Princess:

I have known her Highness a pretty while, she us’d to come to my House from Mr. Tull, to enquire after some Gentlemen of no very good Character; I have seen her several times in Women’s Cloaths, she commonly us’d to wear a white Gown, and a scarlet Cloak, with her Hair frizzled and curl’d all round her Forehead; and then she would so flutter her Fan, and make such fine Curties, that you would not have known her from a Woman: She takes great Delight in Balls and Masquerades, and always chuses to appear at them in a Female Dress, that she may have the Satisfaction of dancing with fine Gentlemen. Her Highness lives with Mr. Tull in Eagle-Court in the Strand, and calls him her Master, because she was Nurse to him and his Wife when they were both in a Salivation; but the Princess is rather Mr. Tull’s Friend, than his domestick Servant. I never heard that she had any other Name than the Princess Sraphina.

However others use he/him pronouns, this is how Mary Robinson talks about Seraphina:

I was trying on a Suit of Red Damask at my Mantua-maker’s in the Strand, when the Princess Seraphina came up, and told me the Suit look’d mighty pretty. I wish, says he, you would lend ‘em me for a Night, to go to Mrs. Green’s in Nottingham-Court, by the Seven Dials, for I am to meet some fine Gentlemen there. Why, says I, can’t Mrs. Green furnish you? Yes, says he, she lends me a Velvet Scarf and a Gold Watch sometimes. He used to be but meanly dress’d, as to Men’s Cloaths, but he came lately to my Mantua-maker’s, in a handsome Black Suit, to invite a Gentlewoman to drink Tea with Mrs. Tull. I ask’d him how he came to be so well Rigg’d? And he told me his Mother had lately sold the Reversion of a House; And now, says he, I’ll go and take a Walk in the Park, and shew my self. 

So what do we make of this? Did Seraphina use both he/him and she/her pronouns or is Robinson misgendering Seraphina? This is an issue we unfortunately have when talking about queer people we have very little information on. We can guess at the answer but we can't know for sure.

But with d'Eon not only do we know that her friends, family and most of the English public used she/her pronouns for her but we even have examples of d'Eon using she/her pronouns for herself when writing in third person. This is probably the best evidence we are ever going to get for someone of this period. It's an amazingly clear source for the pronoun question. Like wow there's the answer right there in ink on paper.

[Invitation from the Chevalière d’Eon to Lord Besborough c.1791, via The British Museum (D,1.268-272)]

[operafantomet]

Hi Anea, again! ^^ I hope you are doing well. Ever since I finished Hannibal and Elissa costumes, it was time for the Star Princess (West End version). I have a question about the tulles in the base of the skirt. Are they soft or more stiff? As far as I know and saw, now they are using netting or even ''crinoline'' tulle but I think I would like to go with 2017-2019 version, especially - Amy. ^^ Thank you! <3

Ooooooh! More wonderful creations to come!!!

You are right about most of the current West End skirts having a 'crinoline', or at least a hoop or two in the bottom. The benefit of this is that the skirt always has a flared hem, regardless of how and when the tulle deflates. Tulle and netting gradually becomes softer, and at this point many productions either add new tulle, replace the old alltogether, or just accepts that the skirt is more flat than before. A row of rigilene or steel boning will make sure the skirt uphelds its bell shape.

The downside of this is that there's less "floof" underneath. The ombre effect of the underlayers has always been a gorgeous effect when Christine is spinning and dancing, and that is less prevalent now. The skirts also easily get a trapeze or triangle form rather than bell shape, as it's mainly the hem that keeps the shape. Which means the earlier style was more cloud-like:

...while the newer ones is more crinoline like, and with less tulle in the underside of the skirt:

Of the skirts I've got to examine up close, most are made of a variation of netting, tulle, glittering lace and an ombre top layer. Sometimes the base may be netting, but with gathered rows of various tulle in the hem, using different shades of blue, pink and maybe a metallic fabric. Here's the underside of Kelly Mathieson's West End skirt - very similar to Amy Manford's costume:

Amy Manford's skirt in making in West End 2017:

And various underlayers of Colby Thomas' Hamburg skirt:

I have no idea if that is of any help? Feel free to ask again if there's specific photos or details you're hunting for...

[evita-shelby]

A Dull Party

Aka Eva/reader gets invited to the russian orgy and tommy gets pegged fic

Tommy x Eva/reader x Tatiana Petrovna

Cw: smut, nudity, unhealthy lifestyles, debauchery, a threesome, male receiving anal, pegging

Mdni/ 🔞

When he confessed to having considered sleeping with May, he should’ve known you wouldn’t just deny him sex until you felt better about it.

Tommy had seen the new lingerie and assumed you’d add salt to the wound by prancing around in it to remind him of your one rule.

If you fuck a whore, I will fuck a man before I leave. You hurt me, I will hurt you worse, Thomas Shelby.

This you had vowed with your hands wrapped around his prick to get your point across.

You promised him the world at a very low price, monogamy.

Easy, he’d been monogamous before. Greta had been the only woman he’d ever been loyal to until he met you.

And until he found himself alone with May lying about his marital status when she assumed he was unmarried, Tommy had never considered betraying you like that.

He hadn’t done it; he’d almost done it before you called telling him Arthur and Michael had been arrested and framed for Billy Kitchen’s murder.

You hadn’t known until you got it out of him when Tatiana Petrovna set her sights on you.

“The Duchess invited me to the orgy you neglected to tell me about, honey.” Your falsely sweet tone tells him he’s going to sleep in a guest room tonight. “Imagine my fucking surprise when I learned it from the Russian twat, dear husband of mine.”

“And have them leer at you and paw at you all night, I’m there for business, not pleasure, Evie.” He responds reminding you he doesn’t share either.

“So, am I, do you think you’re the only one of us involved in this mess?”

It’s not the end of the trouble, it is merely the beginning.

All the jokes die when the Russians demand you undress just as John and Arthur had.

Tommy’s this close to taking the offered vodka and making a poor man’s bomb out of it when she kneels and takes the knives in your garters sensually.

You keep your eyes on him with a wicked red smile as the Duchess continued her show, thinking you have a boring sex life.

The sapphire always looks better nestled between your bare tits, something he knows better than the affluent people here. If they knew the sort of games the two of you play, they’d throw a better party.

“Such beauty, you cannot even tell she gave him two children already.” The duchess caressed you, playing with your nipples and forcing everyone to see how she turned you on with the finesse of a maestro.

“These may stay on for now.” The mad woman reached the too short knickers made entirely with see through tulle and lace. “She won’t need them later, right, Mr. Shelby?”

Temptation in the flesh, so tempting Tommy briefly considers fratricide when his brothers are forced to see what only belongs to him.

They’re only half-joking, he’d told Arthur. This was a test of his commitment to the cause, a fucking cause he knows isn’t worth the money they’re getting.

“Your orgy would have been a failure if I didn’t lose every stitch of clothing, your grace. The last orgy I attended left me in such a state I left with one of my conquest’s underwear.” You answer for him driving the Russians’ attention back to you, you love being naked, a thing he only enjoys when it’s just for him.

Tommy has no idea if you are shitting with him, or you were as crazy as these fuckers are.

Both, your smile says, always both, darling.

You have not seen this sort of debauchery since you hosted a drug and alcohol fueled orgy during the summer solstice of 1918 to celebrate the Xochipilli and Xochiquetzal.

Of course, yours was much more tasteful and none were coerced, underpaid, and mistreated servants. No wonder the Communists were so thorough in their takeover.

The people stare and try to get your attention, but Tommy stakes his claim on you by refusing to let you wander away no matter what Tatiana tries.

“Once you marry a Shelby, you belong to them until you die.” Tommy said and the duchess believes him.

“The more the merrier then.” She said with that mad look in her eyes and allows you to dress again.

You’ve met people like her, drunk on their power and money until they die in a crash of pretty glass and blood on the cobblestone below a high balcony. In fact, you had aspired to be the beautiful and tragic creature dead on the ground.

But now your eyes have opened and the dense fog in your head has cleared.

And now that you’ve arrived at the stronghold with the jewels, you are even less impressed by these parasites with worthless titles.

“Couldn’t trust me to be professional, eh, Shelby? Had to bring your posh wife too?” Alfie is more interesting than the phony jewels they’ll offer.

“Oh, Mr. Solomons, can’t call it a party unless I am here, and I won’t be leaving until I get another Fabergé egg for my collection and have a good fuck in this dull party.” You bare your teeth through your smile, already tasting their fear in the air as they present you with paste instead of stone.

They just had to ask, didn’t they?

“It’s quite dull, much like the jewels, I am afraid. My husband won’t let me fuck anyone but him and now perhaps I shall punish him to be bored with me, dearest Tatiana.” You say lounging in only your tiny drawers and the sapphire now accompanied by a gaudy paste thing they tried to pass off as real.

“Might make an exception to share him with you, if you show me something that will make it worth the new lingerie.” You are resting your naked legs on your husband’s lap as you eye Tatiana, knowing exactly how you will get the night you came here for.

She wants to fuck your husband; all people want to. You don’t share, your selfish and spoiled ways from before the war have never left and you don’t plan to leave them now.

Now you were shown the only good place for an orgy in this old shell of a house.

The private chapel in all its glory.

Nothing gets you wet like mocking the god in whom you do not believe.

“Better?” the unhinged Russian noblewoman says as she shut the door behind the three of you.

And it was.

“Haven’t fucked a woman since ’18, and my dear husband refuses my offer of adding one to the mix, you know. Thinks I might leave him for her if he does.” A lie, Tommy just thinks it’s a test of his loyalty.

“And would you?” Tatiana asks, dark eyes glittering in the candlelight as you take the initiative and show your husband this is a one-time offer only.

One night to give into their fantasies with the Russian twat and leave him in a state where he will be glad you don’t share.

“Women are too wet for me; men are so nice and dry.” You giggle and pull her into a kiss relishing the way your husband looks on to this sordid entertainment.

Been so long since you’ve tasted lipstick and felt the softness of a woman against you. If the night ends better than it began, you might consider letting Tommy add May or even whichever woman crosses his path next have one taste of heaven before you send them to hell.

“Have you ever fucked a man like man fucks a woman, Mrs. Shelby?” the story of the priest in Tsibli forgotten in her need to appear much more interesting than you, who are nothing more than another dime a dozen wife.

Oh, how wrong she is, but you let her interest you as she reaches for a box holding the most beautiful set of dilators, carved to look like the real thing and one even resembled Tommy’s cock.

Even better it came with the harness you’d tried in Mexico, the one that let a woman fuck another with the wooden cock. A thrilling thing, the reversal of power where you are given the position of a man.

Something you have been dying to try out with Tommy after you discovered you were not the first to explore his asshole.

There is a clear no in Tommy’s eyes, but if this business were to go without a hitch, especially now that Tatiana wanted to change things up for the thrill of it, they must go along with it.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise.” You say repeating the words he told you when he convinced you to let him fuck your ass. You had enjoyed it, you were far more adventurous in bed than him, and those few times he wanted to do something different were never disappointing. “You can even fuck her to your heart’s content in exchange for this one little measly gift, my love.”

He nods as if he ever had a chance to say no.

Maybe if you hadn’t opened your wicked mouth the two of you would be pretending erotic asphyxiation was new and exotic. But you had and now you feel your toes curl at just the sight of Tommy fucking Tatiana against the prie-dieu and his most sacred hole exposed to your devilry.

Nothing you’ve done before can ever match up to this, you think as you fuck your husband as he rails the woman no longer speaking English at the merciless pace you’ve set.

A religious experience in every sense of the word.

“We’re never doing this again.” Tommy vows in Romani as you leave the place wearing someone else’s dress and the mink coat Tatiana gave you in exchange for your diamond encrusted knives.

“And we won’t, I promise.” You say knowing you’ll receive a perfect replica of Tommy’s cock and a harness tailored to your measurements once the Duchess leaves for Austria with her cut of the money.

[mybeingthere]

Ethereal sheets of tulle appear to hover in spectral motion over meadows and in copses of trees in Thomas Jackson’s latest photographs. “If there’s a theme I’m focused on this year, it’s the relationship between the materials I use to make my installations and the landscapes they inhabit,” he tells Colossal. Each ephemeral installation (previously) responds to the surrounding environment, changing shape as it interacts with the wind. Often documented during the golden hour, the layers of thin fabric shift to become more or less opaque, overlapping into various color combinations in the light.

Recently, Jackson has begun to work with silk and continues to incorporate other everyday materials into his pieces, like plastic cups or aluminum trays. This past summer, he and a team of 60 volunteers coordinated the installation of “Collaborative Nature,” a public art project in a park in Tiburon, California, consisting of about 800 fabric “puffs” that responded to the wind, stuck into the ground with thin fiberglass stakes.

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

mr. toho composing a letter to legendary pictures: if you don't build in plausible deniability every time you show a skeleton of a monster that could be the same species as godzilla we're breaking thomas tull's kneecaps

hideyuki kobayashi: hey is it okay if i have godzilla 2000 and the heisei godzilla get married and have three kids

mr. toho: absolutely you wonderful man

[marzipanandminutiae]

expanding on the last post: What The Crimson Peak Costumes Are Made Of (I Think)

Lucille:

Blood Drop Dress (red party dress)- silk taffeta

Black dress- silk-velvet bodice and overskirt, silk taffeta underskirt

Blue dress- see above

Winter coat- wool

Robe and nightgown- silk habotai/china silk with a silk moire sash (moire pattern only visible in one BTS pic I've found so far)

Deleted scene undergarments- cotton sateen corset (I hope, given the wear to it), matching silk taffeta petticoat

Edith:

Buffalo Bookworm Suit (suit for her publisher's office)- silk taffeta

Park outfit- pleated silk habotai shirtwaist, silk taffeta skirt, belt likely a celluloid faux buckle and wool braid strap in-story and resin faux buckle + synthetic braid strap IRL

Carter's Office outfit- see above, just a different shirtwaist and with a silk tie

Buffalo nightwear set- cotton nightgown under a silk-velvet robe

Ball gown- silk satin with some sort of tulle underskirt briefly visible near the beginning and end of her dance scene

Heartbreak Dress (dinner party dress)- pleated lightweight silk, possibly habotai? but heavier than the fabric of her shirtwaists

Buffalo coat- wool

mourning dress- silk taffeta (the designer claims this is her wedding gown, but bereaved brides were HEAVILY pressured to leave off mourning on their wedding days, and I can't imagine the wedding and Carter's funeral would be on the same date anyway)

Allerdale coat- wool

Briefly-seen lingerie and net dressing gown- cotton or linen combinations which later appear in the sex scene, cotton sateen corset, dressing gown of what I imagine is crocheted silk cord + silk habotai

Nancy Drew Dress (canary-yellow dress)- silk satin

Allerdale nightwear set- silk satin robe with a pleated silk habotai nightgown underneath

Allerdale cape- wool

Thomas

Pretty much all of his outfits are wool suits over silk brocade waistcoats and linen shirts. with the exception of his formal outfit for the ball and dinner party, which appears to have a cotton shirt, white vest of a material I can't quite make out, and silk bow tie

[demona-andariel]

A Simple Act of Kindness - 27 / ??

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x OFC

Summary: Elizabeth wakes up in a stranger's home. Her fate to become another victim of the Hewitt family is all but sealed till a simple act of kindness changes her life forever.

Warning: (Encompassing the whole story in no particular order) dead dove, rape/Noncon, violence, forced marriage, kidnapping, cannibalism, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, angst

Author Note: Minors DNI!

Word Count: 3,504

Chapter 27 - White and Butterflies

Lizzy’s heart pounded dramatically in her chest. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, making her feel slightly queasy. It was rather silly, the anxious feelings that still fluttered inside of her.

She pressed her hands against her stomach to try and calm her nerves. Her fingers absentmindedly brushed against the lace fabric as she stared at the door leading out of the dressing room. She wasn’t ready to step out just yet.

Yesterday had turned into a rather pleasant day, despite how the morning started. They talked, or at least talked as best as they could. Communicated. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t talked before. But, this time felt different, special. She told him that she loved him. His love for her was no secret but she’d never openly admitted her own feelings. She’d known for a while he’d stolen her heart. But, vocally admitting to it scared her. It wasn’t right to love him, but it was right for her.

“I love you.”

Perhaps it would have been better if it had been said in a more romantic setting. The two of them at dinner or maybe after some loving, tender sex. Not the desperate, hard, forceful, rough sex he needed. But, it felt right to say it then. Right to tell him that she loved him. Have her voice say it for him to hear.

Lizzy bit her lip. Three simple little words that held so much meaning.

“Lizzy dear, do you need help?” Luda Mae called out.

Time’s up, she thought.

“I’m coming out,” Lizzy replied. Placing her hand on the door handle, she took in a deep breath then exhaled before stepping out.

Henrietta let out a sharp gasp and she placed her hand over her mouth.

“My word,” Luda Mae said softly.

The two women had practically the same look on their faces of dazzled awe. They were clearly being a bit over dramatic with their reactions. Lizzy felt her blood rush up to her cheeks as her heart skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure why. This wasn’t the first wedding dress she’d tried on today.

Ducking her head, Lizzy headed to a single full length mirror to get a better look at herself. Luda Mae wasn’t too far behind her.

She swallowed.

It was difficult to breathe, in more ways than one. She started to run her sweaty palms along the dress she wore before clenching her fingers and setting her hands to her sides. She looked as if she’d stepped out of a bridal catalog. The white dress, with a tulle overlay and lace embroidery, hugged her upper body, fitting her almost a little too snugly. But at least it flared out just below her hips. Long lace sleeves covered up her arms and the burn scars, not that it mattered to her if they showed or not. The pristine white wedding dress made both Hewitt women behind her look drab in comparison.

“You look like an angel,” Luda Mae said softly, gently tugging on the fabric.

“It’s so lovely on you,” Henrietta said.

Lizzy absentmindedly nodded her head in agreement. Out of the handful of wedding dresses, or at least passable white dresses, she’d tried on, this was by far her favorite. But of course it was her favorite. It was the one. The moment she saw it she knew it was the one meant for her. The perfect wedding dress.

“It is lovely, but completely impractical,” Lizzy found herself saying. She gave Luda Mae a look through the mirror and raised her eyebrows. Satisfied? The silent question went unanswered by the older woman.

It was the first dress that had caught Lizzy’s attention when they were looking at the limited selection of dresses at the small local shop. The first and only dress she knew she wanted, and the first dress she immediately dismissed, refusing to try on because it had to be the most expensive one. She didn’t even have to look at the price tag. She just knew. There was no way they’d be able to afford it. Despite her objections, Luda Mae had practically shoved it onto her and told her there was no harm in trying it.

No harm, but also a waste of time. They couldn’t afford the dress. Besides, a wedding dress, especially the one she had on, was meant to be shown off to a crowd not to just a handful of people at best. And there was going to just be a little over a handful of people at the wedding.

They talked about it last night. The wedding. It was just the three of them: Tommy, Luda Mae, and her. Monty didn’t care and wasn’t interested and Hoyt had gone to his room once he finished eating. She was glad he was avoiding her like the plague.

If she had it her way, he wouldn’t even be at the wedding, but Luda Mae had included him in the extremely short list of people they wanted to be there. If the Hewitts had other extended family besides Henrietta and the Tea Lady, they never came up. Then Luda Mae asked her about her family. The question had stunned Lizzy. She’d never bothered to entertain the thought of ever seeing them again. She had been a prisoner after all. She didn’t start out living with them of her own free will. Now suddenly there was the very real possibility of having them see her get married. 

She wasn’t sure how to answer that question. Her extended family would talk, whisper among themselves. They wouldn’t understand and would never understand what she saw in Tommy. She couldn’t explain to them why she was marrying into the Hewitt family. Couldn’t explain that she’d fallen for Tommy despite everything. And, although she didn’t care what they thought in the end, Tommy would. He was sensitive. He would notice the stares. See the difference in clothing between his family and hers. She could trust most of them to be sensible enough to at least talk behind her back, and not to her face. But, she couldn’t trust her mother. The woman prided herself in “telling it how it is” even if it was hurtful. She wasn’t going to support Lizzy in the slightest and she’d make sure to let that be known.

But… She had come to the realization that it would be nice to see her parents again. Even if it was one last time. If she got a hold of them.

You shouldn’t feel disappointed, she reminded herself. It is a weekday and they’re going to be working.

She hadn’t planned on calling them today. Neither did she plan on looking for a wedding dress. They hadn’t even set up a date yet. 

Tommy. Her sweet Tommy. 

Clearly, he loved surprising her. It was just after breakfast when he took her by the hand and led her to the unused office room. She knew there was a phone there, but she figured it didn’t work. She’d never heard it go off during her entire stay. And, no one ever stopped her from going into that room alone.

Lizzy felt her heart flutter as she pressed her fingers to her cheek. He had given her a simple kiss on her cheek, before picking up the phone receiver and handing it to her then he walked away, giving her privacy she didn’t expect.

It had surprised her just how nervous she was when the phone started to ring and she found herself almost puking. She was going to ask him to let her call her parents. But she didn’t plan on doing it today. Maybe tomorrow. She wasn’t mentally prepared to talk to them at that moment. Her mind had swirled with what she would say… could say. She couldn’t tell them the truth. Something close to it, but she hadn’t made a plan yet. Did she even want them to know where she was at? The fact that they were looking for her still shocked her.

In the end, it didn’t matter. Neither of them picked up the house phone and she ended up leaving a quick message. “Hey, mom, dad. I’m fine. Sorry I haven’t called. I’m out in the middle of nowhere and lost track of time. Umm… I’ll call you back later. Bye.” She would have left the house phone number if she even knew what it was.

It’s a weekday, she reminded herself again. Both of her parents loved their careers. They wouldn’t be sitting at home waiting for her to call. But still, she had felt unnecessarily disappointed that she didn’t get to talk to them, now that she had the opportunity. A mood that Tommy had clearly picked up on. She was sure he was the reason his cousin “suddenly” showed up about the “sale”. A “sale” that actually wasn’t happening. 

And now here she was, trying on wedding dresses. Plain, white dress! That was all she needed, nothing fancy. As much as she liked it, it would be a waste of money. Besides, it wasn’t like they were going to have a big wedding. A wedding that would show off the lovely dress she had on.

Lizzy clenched her jaw, despite herself. She stared at her reflection and smoothed the dress again. Her mother would probably find some sort of fault in it anyway. Or, she’d state if they were going to spend money on such a fancy dress then they would have to invite more people. Tommy would like that though. There had been clear disappointment on his face when Luda Mae had agreed with her that a smaller wedding was better. Of course he was disappointed. He wanted to show her off.

Still, she’d prefer just the nine of them, if her parents chose to show up, dressed in their Sunday best and with only a judge to officiate. Quick, simple, go home and celebrate together.

“Grandmama’s pearls would fit so well with this dress,” Henrietta said softly. Her eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy.

“Are you alright, dear?” Luda Mae asked. “You’re pale.”

Lizzy nodded her head, fighting back the sudden feeling of nausea as her world spun a little. Pearls. Wedding dress. Wedding. Her parents. Officially attaching her life to Tommy. Things were starting to become a little too real again. 

“It’s a bit snug, a little hard to get a full breath,” she said, pushing against her chest, trying to find some good reason why it wasn’t the right pick. “I really think the third dress I tried on is the best.” It was simple, cheap and not entirely a wedding dress although it was white. She could make it look passable, just some extra fabric and a sewing machine.

Luda Mae stepped in front of her and examined her. “It does seem to fit you rather tight around here.” Luda Mae paused then smiled. “You have gotten better about your eating habits. You had us worrying with how skinny you were.”

Lizzy didn’t reply. She hadn’t thought about her weight before. They were probably right. It was difficult to eat when she was mourning her brother, and then the stress of the situation she was in didn’t help matters. But over the last month she’d found it easier to eat. She just conveniently ignored the fact she was eating questionable meat.

“Be a dear, Henrietta and see if Mr. Wells is around,” Luda Mae said. “He owns the store. Perhaps we can come to some sort of deal.”

Henrietta was already walking away before Lizzy could stop her.

“Luda Mae,” Lizzy said softly, catching the older woman’s wrist. “There’s no need. I’m sure the dress will still be here if and when we choose to get it.”

Luda Mae gave her a small smile. “Oh, Lizzy,” she said with a sigh. “You will learn soon enough. This town has a way of.” She paused. “Taking away what we want.”

“Well,” Lizzy pushed back. “If it’s not here when we come to it then it’s not meant to be. Honestly, we don’t need this. It’s a simply dress that I’ll wear at best for a single day. We can get the third one, maybe buy some fabric and fix it up to look nicer. He won’t care what I’m wearing in the end.”

Luda Mae’s smile brightened and pressed her hands against Lizzy’s.

“Nonsense,” Luda Mae said. “My future daughter-in-law should have the dress she wants for her wedding day. I’m sure we can figure something out.”

Lizzy didn’t release her grip. “Luda Mae,” she said again with more firmness in her voice. It felt like a curse now, knowing the financial situation the family was in. Not that she would have acted any differently. And, asking for a favor? To get a dress she was only going to wear once? That seemed rather silly.

Luda Mae averted her eyes for a moment.

“Let me do this, Lizzy,” she said softly, focusing on Lizzy again. “I.” She paused for a moment, then placed her hands on Lizzy’s. “I see it now. And I’m sorry.”

Lizzy frowned, resisting the urge to pull her hand away. Why was she apologizing? Feelings of confusion and uncertainty swirled inside of her. Was it possible?

Although Luda Mae had apologized over a month ago for what Hoyt had done, Lizzy never truly believed the woman was completely sorry. She figured Luda Mae was just saying what she thought was necessary in that moment.

“The way you look at him,” Luda Mae continued. She raised her eyes to focus on Elizabeth’s. “The love you have for my boy. After all we put you through. What I allowed you to be put through. You still somehow kept that love in your heart.” She pressed her hand against Elizabeth’s chest.

Elizabeth swallowed, trying to wet her throat that had suddenly become dry. Her eyes stung with tears, but she fought them back. She couldn’t cry.

Luda Mae paused and picked invisible specs of lint off of the dress. “I knew from the moment you touched his arm without fear that you were meant to stay with us. That you were different from everyone else who rejected him. But, then I got scared. I worried that I was wrong. Worried that you were just faking it and would break my son’s heart. His love for you was immediate. And I know girls that look like you. You would have destroyed him. If people here, who he grew up around, rejected him and hurt him, how could a stranger, someone not family, really care for him?”

Luda Mae raised her eyes to look into Lizzy’s. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and cupped Lizzy’s cheek.

“I shouldn’t have let you go alone with him,” Luda Mae said.

Lizzy stopped breathing for a moment as her body went stiff. “No,” she replied automatically. “You shouldn’t have.”

“But-”

But they wouldn’t have gotten Chance. She’d still be an outcast in his family despite his best efforts. She would still be worried for her life. Fearful that one misstep would end her on one of those meat hooks in the basement. She would care for Tommy, but not the way she felt for him now. She wouldn’t have trusted or loved him as she did now.

“No,” Elizabeth said, shaking her head, interrupting Luda Mae before she could continue. “No buts. Hoyt broke me, Luda Mae.”  Despite the good that had proceeded, it was a heavy price to pay. It could have been avoided if she hadn’t felt the need to protect herself. “There’s a part of me that’s still broken. And I don’t know if it’ll ever get completely fixed.”

Time was helping and Tommy was doing his best. But, Hoyt was still around, still a threat. He probably would always be a threat to her. He’d be waiting for some royal fuck up from her end to finally pounce again. But, she couldn’t dwell on that.

“But, let’s not talk about that now,” Lizzy said. “As pretty as this dress is, it’d be silly to get it. It’ll just be the seven of us in the end, Luda Mae. Honestly, I’m sure we can transform that third dress into something that rivals this one.”

Luda Mae shook her head. “I don’t see why we should put in the time and work when we can get this lovely gown,” she said.

Lizzy curled her fingers into a fist.

“I guess,” she managed to say. Turning on her heels, she went back to the dressing room. There was no point in arguing, especially in the middle of the shop. She’d just have to keep insisting once they get home. Or, spin a tale to convince Tommy that the dress was unnecessary so he would back her up.

Mixed feelings flowed through her. Luda Mae was actually trying to make things right. Or, trying to apologize and mean it. But, buying the wedding dress wasn’t going to fix or make what had happened to her right. Although, it was nice to hear Luda Mae actually sound regretful.

“Still can’t afford it,” she whispered to herself as she held the fabric in her hands. They couldn’t afford it. And she didn’t want the family to get into unnecessary debt because of her.

“A baby will only make money tighter,” she mumbled as she planned another speech to give to Luda Mae in the car. The woman raised Tommy. She had to know that babies weren’t cheap. And it wasn’t like her and Tommy were being careful to not get pregnant. Not anymore.

A baby.

Lizzy grunted as she pulled up her jeans. It was time to start talking and making plans for that too. Turn that from wishful planning to actual planning. With the amount of unprotected sex they were having, there was no telling when she’d actually get pregnant. It was also made worse by the fact that she didn’t have regular periods. Going to the doctor was really the only way she would be able to know for sure, shy from showing obvious signs.

Chills ran down her spine at the thought.

Dr. Hawkins had yet to show up to any family function. And, Luda Mae hadn’t mentioned him when Lizzy asked who they would invite to the wedding. But, that didn’t mean much. There were only two people who could have given Hoyt the information about her IUD. The nurse or Dr. Hawkins. She hadn’t seen the nurse either.

Lizzy bit her lip. One thing was clear, she couldn’t trust the whole damn office. The problem was, once she got pregnant she might have to see him. Unless Luda Mae would be willing to drive her to another town. Unfortunately, the closest town was at least an hour away. Time. Money.

Lizzy ran her fingers through her hair for a moment, then pressed her hand against her neck. She was going to have to start paying better attention to her body and any possible changes. Grabbing her shirt, she paused. Slowly, she ran her hands along her flat stomach and tilted her head to one side. She hadn’t really given herself much of a look over the last few weeks. She didn’t feel the need to. But, as she turned and gave herself a better look in the mirror, she realized Luda Mae was right. She had gotten slightly larger. Although it was hardly noticeable at the same time. Maybe it was just their imaginations. Or hope?

Her mind went through the little checklist she learned in school when it came to being pregnant. Signs to look out for.

She squeezed her breasts. They felt tender, but that could be explained away by the sex she had yesterday. She had also been feeling a bit fatigued during the last few weeks, but figured that was because of all the excitement and keeping herself busy with the house.

Taking in a deep breath, she slowly let it out. There really wasn’t much to go on that couldn’t be explained away. Still. She’d have to keep a close eye on herself. Tell Tommy? No, she thought. At least, not yet. She didn’t want him to get too excited only for it to be a false alarm.

A sharp knock made her jump. “Mr. Wells said he’d hold the dress for us for a week,” Henrietta said excitedly.

Lizzy felt her heart skip a beat and for a moment she was happy.

“Sounds good, Etta,” she replied back.

She stared at the dress for a moment, before putting it back on the hanger. She did want it, but, if she was pregnant then that would be another reason not to get it. It wasn’t designed to be let out. It would be even more of a waste if she couldn’t wear it.

At least they weren’t buying it immediately. She had a week to convince them to not buy it at all.

[princesscatalina99]

Harry Potter Golden/Silver Trio Era Discord RP Group

18+!

Themes May Include: Strong Fantasy Violence, Strong Fantasy Violence, Small Private Fantasy Sexual Scenes, Small Consumptions of Alcohol & Drugs, Strong Dark Fantasy Themes that may make people uncomfortable

Small Introduction:

Hey there! I have done many iterations of this and honestly I just miss it! I hope you all will take the time to read this over as i spent a lot of time on this and it's not fun when people don't read everything.

Plot:

This does go chronologically through Harry Potter's years at Hogwarts and the struggles he deals with as well as his friends and enemies at school. But not only will we be following Harry Potter but some other characters.

My main character, Catalina Thorne, has gone through quite a lot. Not by any means as much as Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. But she has dealt with things her classmates and friends could scarcely ever go through. She had to watch her life unfold as a lie and had to lie about the true death of her family. She has to keep a secret of the family safe. The one person she shouldn't trust her secret to is the son of a death eater. But Catalina, the shy sweet innocent girl that she plays, goes and gets a crush on the worst person she can, Draco Malfoy. Can she manage to keep her family secret when her boyfriend's family is one of the darkest wizarding families? Find out!

Rules:

1. Please make sure you know Wizarding World lore and background. I will make a channel for information if anyone has any questions.

2. Sexual activities must happen in a private channel and with the proper procedures. The students can only do this if you are in year 5. Younger years are allowed to do hand holding and kissing and the like.

3. You are allowed to play as many characters as you can control. Just please don't play too many that it's a burden for you.

4. Any ocs are allowed. Just please provide a bio and picture and let it be approved beforehand.

5. Please no fighting for ships. I have set some but if you want to create one, let me know

6. I will need help to make this group as making groups isn't my forte. I'm not great at creating a bots channel. So if you want to help me, please inform me immediately.

7. I would like you all to be semi literate to literate and speak in full sentences. The more details, the better!

8. If you need a refresher course in how to make bots and tulls, let me know. I forgot after a while but once you learn, it's not hard to do!

9. Have fun and make friends!

Canon Roles and My OC Roles-

Beauxbatons:

Fleur Delacour:

Gabrielle Delacour:

Olimpe Maxime:

Creatures:

Buckbeak:

Chinese Fireball:

Crookshanks:

Dementors:

Dobby:

Firenze:

Golgomath:

Hedwig:

Horntail:

Lucy the cat: Taken by me

Nagini:

Mrs. Norris:

Unicorn:

Death Eaters & Allies:

Alecto Carrow:

Amycus Carrow:

Antonin Dolohov:

Augustus Rookwood:

Avery Jr:

Barty Crouch Jr:

Bellatrix Lestrange:

Corban Yaxley:

Crabbe Sr:

Fenrir Greyback:

Greyson Thorne [talk to me about playing this character]:

Goyle Sr:

Lord Voldemort:

Nott Sr:

Peter Pettigrew:

Pius Thicknese:

Rabastan Lestrange:

Rodolphus Lestrange:

Scabior:

Thorfinn Rowle:

Travers:

Walden Macnair:

Durmstrangs:

Igor Karkaroff:

Viktor Krum:

Ghosts/Poltergeists:

Bloody Baron:

Fat Friar:

Helena Ravenclaw:

Myrtle Warren:

Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington:

Peeves:

Gryffindors:

Alicia Spinnet:

Angelina Johnson:

Colin Creevey:

Cormac McLaggen:

Dean Thomas:

Dennis Creevey:

Fred Weasley:

George Weasley:

Ginny Weasley:

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger:

Katie Bell:

Kenneth Towler:

Lavender Brown:

Lee Jordan:

Neville Longbottom:

Oliver Wood:

Parvati Patil:

Percy Weasley:

Richard O'Reilly: Taken by me

Romilda Vane:

Ronald Weasley:

Samantha Rockwell: Taken by me

Seamus Finnigan:

Hogwarts Teachers & Staff:

Alastor Moody:

Albus Dumbledore:

Argus Filch:

Aurora Sinistra:

Bathsheda Babbling:

Charity Burbage:

Cuthbert Binns:

Dolores Umbridge:

Filius Flitwick:

Gilderoy Lockhart:

Horace Slughorn:

Irma Pince:

Minerva McGonagall:

Pomona Sprout:

Poppy Pomfrey:

Quirinus Quirrell:

Remus Lupin:

Rolanda Hooch:

Septima Vector:

Severus Snape:

Sybill Trelawney:

Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank:

Wilkie Twycross:

Hufflepuff:

Beatrice Haywood:

Catalina Thorne: Taken by me

Cedric Diggory:

Ernie Macmillan:

Grim Fawley:

Hannah Abbott:

Justin Finch-Fletchley:

Roman Harmon: Taken by me

Susan Bones:

Zacharias Smith:

British Ministry:

Amelia Bones:

Barty Crouch Sr:

Cornelius Fudge:

Kingsley Shacklebolt:

Rufus Scrimgour:

Muggles:

Dudley Dursley:

Petunia Dursley:

Vernon Dursley:

Order Members:

Aberforth Dumbledore:

Alice Longbottom:

Arabella Figg:

Carson Thorne [please talk to me about playing this character]:

Charles Weasley:

Dedalus Diggle:

Elphias Doge:

Frank Longbottom:

Hestia Jones:

Mundungus Fletcher:

Nymphadora Tonks:

Sebastian Thorne [please talk to me about playing this character]:

Sirius Black:

William Weasley:

Winky:

Parents:

Amos Diggory:

Lucius Malfoy:

Narcissa Malfoy:

Xenophilius Lovegood:

Ravenclaws:

Anthony Goldstein:

Cho Chang:

Duncan Inglebee:

Eddie Carmichael:

Grant Page:

Jason Samuels:

Jeremy Stretton:

Luna Lovegood:

Marietta Edgecombe:

Marcus Belby:

Michael Corner:

Padma Patil:

Penelope Clearwater:

Randolph Burrow:

Roger Davies:

Terry Boot:

Xiaojung Starling: Taken by me

Slytherins:

Adrian Pucey:

Blaise Zabini:

Daphne Greengrass:

Draco Malfoy:

Elizabeth Farnon: Taken by me

Flora Carrow:

Graham Montague:

Gregory Goyle:

Hestia Carrow:

Marcus Flint:

Millicent Bullstrode:

Pansy Parkinson:

Theodore Nott:

Vincent Crabbe:

Ships-

Harry Potter × Cho Chang (year 5 fling)

Harry Potter × Ginny Weasley (years 6-7)

Ronald Weasley × Lavender Brown (year 6 fling)

Ronald Weasley × Hermione Granger (year 7)

Dean Thomas × Ginny Weasley (year 5-6)

Draco Malfoy × Catalina Thorne (years 3-7)

Theodore Nott × Catalina Thorne (year 6 fling)

Richard O'Reilly × Xiaojung Starling (year 7)

Elizabeth Farnon × Pansy Parkinson (years 4-7)

Lord Voldemort × Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley × Molly Weasley

Vernon Dursley × Petunia Dursley

Rubeus Hagrid × Olympe Maxime

Lucius Malfoy × Narcissa Malfoy

Remus Lupin × Nymphadora Tonks

Bill Weasley × Fleur Delacour

Please comment accordingly. I spent a lot of time on this using intense research and time on this.

[therecordchanger62279]

NEW PLAYLIST: A SEASON OF PEACE

An Unconventional Song List For The Holiday Season

Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring - Academy of St. Martins In The Fields

Orchard House - Thomas Newman

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God - South German Madrigal Choir

Circle of Steel - Gordon Lightfoot

Sometimes In Winter - Blood, Sweat & Tears

The Stockford Carol - Loreena McKennitt

Ave Generosa - Gothic Voices

Gabriel's Message - Sting

I Believe In Father Christmas - Emerson, Lake & Palmer

Northern Sky - Nick Drake

Christmas Must Be Tonight - The Band

Hymnus_Jesu Redemptor Omnium In Navititate Domini - Schola Cantorum of Amsterdam Students

Song For A Winter's Night - Gordon Lightfoot

Christmas Song - Jethro Tull

Run With The Fox - Chris Squire & Alan White

Snow - Loreena McKennitt

Kyrie - The Hilliard Ensemble

A Winter's Snowscape - Jethro Tull

I'll Find My Way Home - Jon & Vangelis

Sleepers Awake - The Empire Brass

[gotankgo]

«In a year that produced “Exile on Main Street” by the Rolling Stones, “On the Corner” by Miles Davis, “Thick as a Brick” by Jethro Tull and “The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust” by David Bowie, “Free to Be …” endures as perhaps that year’s most daring, genre-pushing and controversial recording, with songs for children about gender equality (“Parents are People”), expressing feelings (“It’s All Right to Cry”) and the one about “William’s Doll.” (In 2014, columnist Kyle Smith bemoaned in the New York Post that it was “feminist propaganda disguised as entertainment for children”).»

https://www.washingtonpost.com/arts-entertainment/2022/12/08/free-be-you-me-marlo-thomas/

[ali-annals]

3: gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies

Invisible String Masterlist PREVIOUS NEXT AO3

One single thread of gold tied me to you

Marinette picked an embroidery style for Damian’s suit. 

From now on, everything I make him will have a gold thread in it , she decided. 

She made him a matching Phantom-of-the-Opera style mask for when he went out as MDC’s date, or Fairy’s…once she told him she was Fairy, or he figured it out.

She admitted to being curious about a professional vigilante detective’s scrutiny of her alter-ego(s).

Her fans, ‘Wings' as they called themselves, could be a little crazy…just like the press. She didn’t want to throw him out there.

She couldn’t sleep that night and wrote two new songs. Maybe they’d debut at Christmas? Fairy was giving a concert for charity in partnership with the Thomas and Martha Wayne Foundation then…. which could work, get more sales and increase the appeal. 

At two a.m., she called Penny and Chloe to discuss the topic and listen to her demos.

After Penny ended the call, Marinette portalled Chloe to her home. 

“I met my soulmate again, Chlo! His name is Damian Wayne, and he’s…perfect, so far.”

“Um, do you have a picture of him, Maribug?”

“I got one of him for reference, in the suit I’m making him, so I know where to put the embroidery. Does this work?” Mari handed over her phone to her bestie/manager.

“His brother is Tim Drake?”

“Yeah, he ordered Damian a jacket last Christmas.”

“Mhm. Of course, your soulmate is a Wayne.”

Marinette flopped against the back of the sofa. “I knowww. I was hoping there were two people named Damian Wayne in Gotham, but then he told me his brother was Tim Drake as he was leaving and then he just left me with the fact that my soulmate is American Royalty!”

~~~

“Hey, Demon Spawn, we’re going to a concert on the 21st,” Jason informed Damian.

“Can't come; I’m busy.”

"But it’s Fairy performing! You know you like her music, and she’s singing two new songs for the first time, too,” Dick wheedled.

“Sorry. I have plans.”

Plans to be with Fairy .

~~~

Marinette had told Damian she was Fairy when she presented him with the suit and mask and asked him to be her date/bodyguard to the concert. 

He accepted, of course, and reported that the Waynes still had no idea Damian was dating anyone, or had a soulmate. Everything was going perfectly according to plan…

~~~

Time/Wondrous time/Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies

December 21 came.

Damian left Wayne Manor at 3:30 so it wouldn’t be suspicious. He headed to a cafe, made sure he’d lost any tails, then headed to Mari’s house.

Chloe was there, dressed in a white MDC with gold detailing and embroidery, fitting for the season.

Damian changed into his suit, which was a crisp black, done in the style of Jagged and Luka’s rocker suits, but with the eccentricity toned down. His shirt was black and his tie was black, but gold embroidery sparkled and wound throughout the tie and suit edging.

It was a stepping stone to more creative suits that Mari had in mind for him.

(Chloe handed him a comm, which he put in his pocket.)

It was comfy, and hopefully, as something he wouldn’t normally wear, it would throw his family even further off his track of acting unusually.

Marinette descended the stairs, wearing an ethereal white cloud of tulle. Silver and gold embroidery graced the form-fitting bodice and layered lacy tulle sleeves hung to her elbows. The skirt could rip away to show the white jumpsuit pants underneath.

She wore a gold chain with a small diamond pendant and her Ladybug studs, disguised as gold-clasped garnet drop earrings.

Her mask was a matte white domino with intricate gold swirls extending from the forehead and cheek lines.

A bold red lipstick finished off Fairy’s look. Her waist-length curls swung freely.

Damian picked his jaw up off the floor and took her hand, pressing a kiss to the back. “You look breathtaking, ya nafasy."

At the concert venue, Mari ran through the sound check and vocal warm-ups while Chloe made sure her dressing room was off-limits. Damian and Chloe put their earpieces in after Marinette tuned them to her channel.

During the concert, Damian waited in the wings with Chloe. He noticed his family in the reserved seats with backstage passes to meet Fairy after the concert.

He warned Chloe and Marinette as they waited in the dressing room once it was over.

After five lucky people had met Fairy and gotten a (charmed) autograph, the entire Wayne family minus Bruce and Damian filed in. (Cass was back from Hong Kong for the holidays.)

“Hi, guys, I’m Fairy! How are you doing?”

“We’re great! The concert was amazing!! Dick Grayson, huge fan of your work.”

The family nodded in agreement.

“Aww, you guys are the best. I’m always blown away by how much you Wings love my work. So you liked it, good.”

"Tim Drake,” He shook her hand. “Your new songs are amazing! What inspired the second one?”

“I met my soulmate last October, and then I wrote that song the night we formally met.”

After a short conversation with each member of the Waynes, Fairy introduced them to Icarus, her soulmate and bodyguard (aka their little brother, Damian).

They never suspected a thing.

Once the next ten people passed through, Damian, Marinette, and Chloe drove back to Mari’s house to relax. After a cup of tea Wayzz had freshly brewed, Damian headed back to Wayne Manor.

He snuck into the Batcave, changed back into his civilian clothes from his suit, and waited for his siblings’ exuberance to spill down.

~~~~~~

February fifth, Damian collapsed on Marinette’s sofa in the back of Lucky Charms.

“Father suspects something; I know it.”

“How?” she looked up from pinning a suit together.

“He gave me the Spring Gala to plan. He knows I would never allow it to be a failure, but it takes weeks of planning to accomplish, which means I cannot sneak away for hours to see you.”

Marinette immediately switched to planner mode. “I can help, and I’m sure Chloe would be thrilled to be her bossy self in charge of things. She and Penny have lots of contacts and know the best places to get good deals. Entertainment….Fairy can sing, maybe? When is the Gala?”

“Whenever I choose. Sometime between April and June.”

“Perfect! My second album is coming out in July, so I could perform a couple new songs again, get the Wings hyped, and I bet you’d get great numbers of attendees if I announced I was revealing my music video at the Gala. Oh, speaking of, will you play my lead?”

“Anything for you, ya nafasy . Which song are you turning into a music video?”

“You know the one I played for you last week? Still haven’t named it– maybe you can help– but I’ve got all the scenes filmed in my head.”

“Oh, the one that sounds like this?” He hummed a few bars.

“Yeah, that one.”

“Can I have a copy of the lyrics?”

“Tikki?”

The ladybug kwami produced a sheet of paper with the lyrics Mari had finalized.

Damian read it over while Marinette completed her sewing.

“Mmm…Searching for You?” he suggested at last.

“I like it! What do you guys think?” She turned to the kwami.

“It fits very well, Marinette. We approve,” Tikki winked at her chosen. They’d had several long discussions about Damian.

“Thank you, ma lune. Did anything else interesting happen today?”

“Grayson crashed into Brown mid-grapple while they were on patrol. I’ll send you the video.”

“Ha! That’s like, the fourth time this year!” Marinette cackled as she watched the footage from the mask cams play out on her phone.

Damian had approved her security before he shared videos of the Bats with her, but she had high-security software on all her tech, thanks to Max helping her.

~~~~~

And it's cool/Baby with me/And isn't it just so pretty to think/All along there was some/Invisible string/Tying you to me?

May 16th was the Waynes' annual Spring Gala.

None of the Waynes & co. could find Damian.

“He’s probably checking that everything’s going smoothly at the hall,” said Bruce to Jason as they tied their bowties.

“He’s taken planning it quite seriously. I can’t wait to see how it turns out.”

Jason gasped in shock. “B! You almost sound sentimental or proud. Are…are you… showing emotion ?”

The assembled Batclan hooted in laughter as Bruce glared unheatedly at Jason.

At the Gala hall, there were still no signs of Damian. The Gala started at 7:30, and now it was 7:20, and still no sign of the host and organizer.

On the plus side, none of his danger signals had gone off. Where was he? He had to officially start it.

Of course, Bruce or one of the others could step in, but it would be strange that the one who had put it together didn’t show up.

Five minutes later, a white limousine pulled regally up to the red carpet stretching from the street to the door of the entrance hall.

The Waynes stood in a cluster by the foyer, waiting for their missing member.

The chauffeur hopped out and opened the door of the limo.

A tall, black-haired young man stepped out, then leaned back in to offer his hand to his date. 

She had dark hair piled into a chignon, emerald earrings and necklace, and dainty silver strappy heels. Her dress was a pale lavender silk ballgown, with deep embroidered pleats and a plunging V-neckline to the bedazzled waistband. A layer of fine white silk filled the decolletage and trailed into airy sleeves. Her lips were red and she wore a purple mask with pearls trimming the edges.

“It’s Fairy!” Dick patted Babs’s arm excitedly.

The couple turned and glided up the carpet, where they lightly bowed to Bruce. 

“Father.”

“Mr. Wayne.”

Damian wore Icarus’s suit, but in silver, this time, and his tie was lavender.

After a quick speech and answering a few questions from the media about the Gala, he declared the party to have begun.

Fairy leaned around his arm as they entered the Gala hall to smile and wave at his family.

“Damian is my date since my soulmate is busy.”

“How do you know Fairy,” hissed Jason at his youngest brother. “Is that an MDC suit?”

“She introduced me to Fairy.”

After the dinner and some speeches (which thankfully didn’t go on too long), Fairy stepped up to the stage.

“Hello, everyone, it’s nice to see you! I’m Fairy, your entertainment for the night. I apologize in advance if I’m not entertaining.” She paused for the chuckles. "You’re in for a special treat tonight. My newest single, from my upcoming album, has been made into a music video. And you all get to watch its premiere! Without further ado, Searching for You.”

On the large screen behind her popped up a black background with white lettering. “Searching for You" by Fairy (ft. Damian Wayne).”

It quickly blanked out and the MV began.

Fairy was dancing alone in different places around the world, as she sang the first verse and chorus.

The tempo picked up for the second verse and became a livelier melody as she met her soulmate, played by Damian. (They activated their soulbond but just let the audience assume it was CGI/special effects.)

The second verse and chorus were spent together in one spot as days and nights passed by. Damian’s harmonizing and the third verse sounded beautiful as it showed his conflicted feelings about the bond.

Then Fairy picked up the bridge and fourth verse, which they sang together as they wandered the world.

Half the time the Waynes spent watching the video, and half they spent staring incredulously at a nonchalant Damian, then back to Fairy.

Once it was over, Fairy returned to the stage in a performance outfit, ready to sing some of her other songs.

The Waynes huddled around their youngest member. “What did Fairy’s soulmate think of you doing that, and then being her date?”

“Icarus? There’s no need to worry. He and Fairy are quite secure in their relationship. I checked–he is 100% okay with it.”

The family turned back to their favourite performer, not wanting to miss her performance. They could always grill him more at home.

~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: "Ya nafasy" is an Arabic term of endearment that translates to 'my breath' or 'my lungs', as best as I could make out. A friend told me it's not commonly used, but is probable.

[cptnbeefheart]

tagged by @83bpm to spell my url out using songs teehee i love these little games and FUN bc my url is long (but that still wasnt enough for me apparently bc i have 2 for some of the letters). i spent an hour making this

casey jones (the union scab) by pete seeger / call on me by captain beefheart & his magic band

political song for michael jackson to sing by minutemen

tramp by otis redding, carla thomas

nothing but the marvelous is beautiful by lindisfarne

blue moon of kentucky by bill monroe, the mountain boys / bonanza! by johnny cash

(the) earth won’t hold me by kathy heideman

everybody’s got to live by love

forward to death by dead kennedys

hymn 43 by jethro tull

emergency call by matt costa

arrange and rearrange by pete seeger

release by michael nesmith

to ramona by flying burrito brothers

tagging: @wonderlessphantom @wibo805 @luffy-lover @head1968 @redrhodes & anyone who wants to join in :]

[burningexeter]

You know what would be pretty cool -

Remember the channel the Hub?

What if they brought it back as a feature film/television series production company?

Use its nostalgia as an advantage and make stuff that's way less My Little Pony and more of insanity like Dan Vs.

And don't have it be a shitty subsidiary like Nickelodeon Movies is, have it really be its own thing that's distinctive and is more consistent in terms of quality.

You know what I think I have another idea related to this and it's let's get Thomas Tull on board, have him be the head and CEO since he's no longer at Legendary Entrainment yet still hangs out there and still produces the Dune and MonsterVerse films.

I personally think maybe some of their filmography can influence the type of work they'll do here.

[steele-soulmate]

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 17

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1251

“Oh wow, look at this dress, Molly Anne!” Princess Annette said as she pulled a dress off from the dress rack and held it up. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“Uh…” I eyeballed the giant, poofy dress which honestly reminded me more of a heavily frosted cupcake. “It’s a bit too much for my taste, for certain.”

It was the next day, and the five Ratajczyk princesses- Annette, Pamela, Barabra, Patricia and Cathy, had treated me to a day at Brooklyn’s top bridal salon. The eldest sister had told me that as a wedding gift, they were contributing two hundred dollars each for my dress.

I was staring blankly at a random dress when a bridal consultant came up to is. Dressed in a smart black skirt and a sweet smile, she automatically made me feel beautiful.

“Hello, your highnesses!” she greeted us in a cheerful tone of voice. “Who’s my bride?”

I raised my hand timidly, Annette gently pushing me forward.

“I’m Molly Anne,” I meeped, shaking her hand.

“Hello Molly Anne, I’m Britney,” she introduced herself. “Tell me about what your dream dress looks like.”

“I just want to feel pretty,” I explained. “I don’t want a white dress if you can help it, though. Something I can wear again, most definitely! My budget is a strict thousand dollars- I cannot afford to go over not want to go over even by a penny.”

“Where will you say your vows?” was Brittney’s next question.

“The king and I will be saying our I do’s in a garden,” I answered vaguely- the king had told me to be secretive about where we would be getting married as to keep myself and the twins safe.

“Okay, I think I have an idea of what you’ll want to try on!” Brittney took me off into a room to wait while she went and pulled some dresses for me to try on.

When she came back ten minutes later, she was hauling five or six different dresses over her shoulder, which she hung up before asking me which one I wanted to try on.

“Surprise me,” I told her, smiling when she pulled out a soft bubblegum pink tea length dress with a tulle skirt and fitted bodice.

“Do you have shoes picked out?” Brittney asked me as she laced me into the corset styled back.

“I’m possibly going to do embroidered flats, like maybe Converses,” I told her, blanching at the sight of me in the mirror. “Uh, no. this dress clashes horribly with my hair.”

Brittney just laughed as she helped me out of the dress and into a second, this one being a soft baby blue with glittery tinsel.

“This one is pretty, but…” I trailed off, unable to put my finger onto why I didn’t care for this bridal dress.

“It doesn’t match your wedding aesthetic?” she finished for me as she helped me into dress number three.

Dress number three was a pale green mermaid with white lacey sleeves. I told her that I liked the color, but not the fit. Finally, it came down to the final two dresses.

One was very clearly a wedding dress, a soft white color with colorful embroidery scattered across the full trumpet shaped skirt, the fitted bodice and the slightly poofy sleeves. The second dress was simpler, also a soft white in color, the skirt coming to my knees with elbow length sleeves and bright colorful flower embroidery on the skirt and bodice.

“The second one,” I told her with an excited squeak, stepping into the dress and then promptly bursting into tears of joy when she zipped it up. “It’s perfect!”

Brittney just beamed at me as she handed me a tissue to dry my eyes with before opening the door and letting me sweep out into the area that the five princesses occupied.

“Oh, you look so gorgeous, Molly Anne!” gasped Barbara, wiping at watering eyes.

“I do think that this is your dress!” smiled Cathy as she clapped her hands together.

“I thought you would pick something a bit more,” Pamela said before letting out a shrug. “But this is a good surprise!”

“I love this dress,” I sniffled happily, giving the princesses a twirl. “I think this is my dress- what says you royals?”

I was met with a chorus of agreements and I smiled as the sight of me in the mirror. I ran my hands down the sides and froze.

“And I found the best part about this dress!” I announced with a giggle before showing them my finding. “Pockets!”

Everyone laughed at my childish discovery, Brittney glancing at the price tag.

“This dress is seven hundred and seventy nine dollars,” she announced. “So that will leave you with two hundred twenty one dollars to spend!”

“Do you want to get anything else?” Cathy asked me in a kind voice.

“No, I don’t think so,” I was unable to wipe the please smile from my face. “I think the dress is honestly enough as is.”

“Are you sure? I can get the veil that has been used for the past nine generations, if you would like,” Princess Patricia offered me.

“You mean the lace cathedral veil that’s on display at the Brooklyn historical museum?” I asked, automatically blanching. The legendary Ratajczyk royal family cathedral veil was a beautiful thing of history, a delicate thing that I knew would cause ever more anxiety over me making sure it wouldn’t become dirty or torn. “Honestly, I’d rather not. The king and I are to be wed outside after all.”

“Ah, good point,” she smiled. “But do you at least want to wear any of the displayed family jewels as your something old?”

“I’ve always liked those simple blue sapphire ear studs,” I confessed.

“Yes, with that jeweled flower pendant?” she grinned. “Perfect! I’ll bring them with me when I meet you and Peter and the girls beforehand, alright?”

I smiled before turning and returning back into my assigned dressing room to change back into my jeans and turtleneck sweater.

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