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irishseeeker · 3 years ago

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How do you think Netflix will handle the timeline for the rest of the books? Considering some events and books happen concurrently like Francesca and Michael get married just after Colin and Penelope. It’ll get all confusing surely if it’s done isolated so do you think they’ll do hints here and there in different seasons?

Hi @seaweedbrainavenger! I definitely think there will be hints in different seasons for sure. We got excellent hints with the bee, the mallet, the tulips in S1 for Kate and Anthony and Benedict even for S3 talking about the working class! I absolutely love when shows do that and I was so excited when I watched it again and understood what the hints meant as I had watched the show before I read the books. When it ended like a bee I was like okay? and then I read TVWLM and I SCREAMED when I finally understood all the hints.

I think we'll know after season 2 whether they plan to do the rest of the books as they renewed immediately after S1 for 3 more seasons which is big for Netflix. As for the timeline, I can’t see them diverting from the books. There really isn’t a reason to, it would just throw off everyone’s age, when each story takes place and all the children’s ages as well. They’ll have to do the big time jump for Penelope and then Eloise’s book as well as being potential spinsters is a big part of Penelope and Eloise’s plots as well and that would only make sense if they’re older. Also John dies during those years and it would throw off Francesca’s plot and mourning period as well if they change it. I just think it would be too much hassle to change it.

S3 will be the first big time skip of 2 years between the ball and Benedict and Sophie meeting again so that’s the first one we’ll see. They could possibly cut that shorter but that would ruin Francesca and John’s wedding so I just couldn’t see them changing the timeline at all.

They did a great with casting as the actors they’ve cast actors that are all look so young (Like Nicola and Claudia are in their 30s and P&E married at 28 so they’ll be absolutely fine when shooting their seasons) so they’ll look fine for their age when their season comes. Luke Newton is 28 as well so he’ll be the perfect age for Colin when he gets married. We’ll get S2 in 2022, S3 in 2023 and S4 in 2024 give or take a year or so for S2 &S3 so their ages should be fine. I could see them re-casting Hyacinth and Gregory possibly but as far as Eloise and Francesca’s books, the ages won’t be a problem.

Yes big events coincide! Eloise, Colin and Francesca all get married in 1824. This is where it gets tricky as S3 ends in 1817 and John dies in 1820. S4 is going to have to start with 1820 or some type of reference to John’s death and maybe even an episode with Francesca in her mourning period before they do a time skip to 1824 when RMB begins. We’ll possibly get an introduction to Michael in S3 or S4 that will lead to the main events of WHWW in S5. Colin and Penelope are too big of a couple to share a season with another couple, I’d be very surprised if they did Francesca and Michael at the same time as them in S4 even though the timelines do align. They’re already building them up so much everyone will be dying for a season full of them and they’re too big of a couple to share the spotlight. Especially with the Lady Whistledown reveal, there would be too much going on if they focused on F&M as well.

Unless they make them a sub-plot like Anthony and Sienna or something? I’d be shocked and very disappointed in that as Michael Stirling is going to be such a good character and I loved their book!

I think we could get a combination of Eloise and Francesca’s seasons into the fifth season as they both happen outside of London and it would be easier to tell two completely different stories in Scotland and outside of London (can’t remember where Philip lives). Imagine if they made more episodes to fit it in? It would only work with their stories, not with Hyacinth and Gregory.

I’m not sure about Hyacinth and Gregory’s seasons, I think if they cast Gareth well, he could be v popular like Rege but it’s kind of a weaker book as not too much goes on but I LOVED them as a couple and Gregory’s book would be good for tv as there’s a lot going on in his book, even if I wasn’t overly mad about it. Bridgerton has such a long production and post-production process that they also need to be careful about the actors ages as. They'll be okay age wise for Claudia and Nicola as Pen and Eloise are meant to be 28 but they both look so young and the men all look fairly young for their 30s so age and looks won’t be a problem!

I could be really over complicating things as Shonaland goes on forever with their shows (I’ve been watching Grey’s Anatomy forever and they’re still somehow going) and since Bridgerton is so successful and that success will continue to grow, 8 seasons is reasonable to expect! I just think it will be tricky when it comes to S4, 5 and 6 as they’re all happening at the same time and that could be confusing to the majority of viewers who haven’t read the books. I’m sure though the talented writers and producers will be able to navigate it and figure it out!

#bridgerton #asks #the viscount who loved me #romancing mr bridgerton #an offer from a gentleman #when he was wicked #michael stirling #francesca bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kate sheffield #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett

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new-endings · 5 years ago

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The Nice and Accurate Guide to Courting

Was I supposed to go to church and find out myself that it’s World Marriage Day? yes again i know it’s a catholic thing but these two are V MARRIED and deserve to celebrate.

Anyways here’s a thing I posted on ao3

Summary: As Hell’s bastard prince, Crowley is expected to wed an Archangel of Heaven’s kingdom to bring peace between the two warring nations.

It really is too bad he only has eyes for his sweet, bastard of a Guide, the Principality Aziraphale, who is dead-set on making sure the engagement happens.

For the sake of their kingdoms, Aziraphale leads him through the long, arduous road of winning an Archangel’s favor and affections. However, Crowley would much rather use that romantic guidance to win him over instead.

-as Dictated By Anathema Device, Written in Full Detail By Newton Pulsifer

Step 1: Select the Target (of your Affections)

And thus sayeth the Lord of Heaven:

The wars are pointless. Might as well make a ceasefire. Hey, here’s an idea: bring your most expendable pawn to join in unholy matrimony with one of my elitist wankers to bolster this war-ruined economy.

Or rather, that’s how Crowley perceived the whole ordeal to have gone.

Perhaps a tad cruder than the grand scrolls with its elegant scripts, wriggly signatures and glorious crests and coat-of-arms adorning the designated treaty between their two kingdoms would lead others to believe. But in the end, that hardly mattered to Crowley.

Because spectacle and ceremony aside, Hell really did send their more expendable (but still Royal-Enough-to-Count) pawn to join in unholy matrimony with one of Heaven’s damned Divines. With the Archangels—anointed by the Queen herself as miniature de facto rulers of Heaven’s domains. Sneering, snobbish, stuffy and insufferable and this scheme—

Suicidal. This entire trip, the entire ordeal, and the very notion that the precariously perched balance of peace laid within Crowley, Bastard Prince of Hell’s, begrudging hands— is utterly stupid.

Crowley scowled as he eyed the Garden’s flora. The wisteria withered under his gaze, petal quivering in the face of the sour aura exuded from the sulking Prince. But could they really blame him? Flowers know nothing of having one’s whole life centered around the illegitimacy of one’s birth—constantly reminded of their position as the withered, rotting branch the imperial tree, and then all of a sudden being Granted this fine opportunity to bring honor and peace to his damned Kingdom with the underlying threat of You better not fuck this up looming over their heads—

He heard commotion from beyond the castle gates and the ominous barking of hellhounds beneath. He let a grin snake across his lips. Ah. So the search begins.

He knew galivanting off to make some trouble would earn him a proper reprimand now that they were actually trying to make nice with the Birds, but who did they have to blame it on but themselves? After all, Crowley spent many-a-year crafting his extensive history as a terrorizing nuisance, an intolerable annoyance, an antagonizing—

“Oh, dear…”

Angel?

Crowley peeked behind the archways, catching sight of cloud-puff hair and nervous, wringing hands.

Attached to, unsurprisingly, an Angel, looking down at the ensuing mad scatter below.

There was a curious pull; something that Crowley didn’t bother to question as he inched forward and leaned against the cool stone of the curtain wall. “That one went down like a lead balloon, eh?”

Rather than flinch, the Angel let out an absentminded laugh. “Yes, rather.” He paused, the realization that there was another presence dawning on him. He turned. “Err. Sorry, what was it that you were saying?”

Looking back at it, Crowley would have sworn up and down his breath caught at the sight of cherubic cheeks, sea-storm eyes, and worried-bitten lips. But in reality, the single word Pretty passed through his brain at such an alarming speed that Crowley barely had the attention-span to catch it as the Pretty Angel looked to him expectantly to answer.

Crowley stepped forth from the cool shade of the trees and joined the curious Angel at his perch. “I said that one went down like a lead balloon.”

“Oh. I suppose you’re right.” His eyes flickered down and he brought his hands together. There that nervous habit was again.

Crowley cleared his throat, eyes overlooking the bailey to the dots of villages over the horizon. “I think it was a bit of an overreaction, to be honest.”

The Angel beside him shrugged, an uneasiness in his voice. “He’s a Prince.”

Ah. So that’s what this Angel was concerned about. He tried to keep the mirth from his voice. “And shouldn’t his footmen have been keeping a better eye on him because of that?” Hats off to Hastur and Ligur for being the best of the worst—Crowley knew he did well in selecting them. “It’s of no consequence to you, Angel.”

“What—of course it does!” Crowley raised a brow as the angel began to fluster all over again. “Oh, dear…He’s supposed to be my charge! I was to be his Guide in our Kingdom!” Panic started to creep into his voice all over again. “I haven’t even met him yet and now—he’s gone!”

It took perhaps a second or two to register what exactly this Angel was saying. Charge? This lovely fool of an Angel—was to be his Guide?

Huh. Maybe Crowley’s luck was taking a turn for the better after all.

“Where could he be? This is terrible—he must feel so lost right now! And alone!” Crowley gave a fascinated smile and was just his luck that the Angel missed it as he cast his eyes to the skies above for guidance, and then earthward for commiseration as the hellhounds sniffed fruitlessly for a trail that Crowley was more than adept at throwing off.

A plan drowsily wormed its way to Crowley’s thoughts. Perhaps he could have a bit of fun here as well. “Hang on there, Angel. I’m sure your charge isn’t too far off.”

The Angel did a double-take at the mysterious figure shrouded in dark robes—perchance comprehending for the first time that he was not conversing with another Bird. “Did you know the Prince? I ah, assumed you arrived with him,” he asked imploringly. “Perhaps he was merely hungry and wanted a nibble. Or—or he spoke of wanting to visit someplace in the Kingdom?”

That startled a laugh out of Crowley. He lowered his hood, fiery red hair and amber eyes unveiled to the Angel. “You could say that. But no, he didn’t seem to be very interested in…sightseeing, as it were.” He gave a knowing grin. “Perhaps he slithered off just to be a pest.”

“If he were trying to get lost on purpose, that just makes the situation even more difficult and dangerous!” The Angel was frowning again and—did he really not realize that Crowley was the person he was looking for?

This’ll be even more fun. “There, there.” He gave a friendly pat to the Angel’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’ll be all right. Say, I’ll even help find him for you.” He bit back a chuckle.

But ah… “Oh! You would?” How the Angel lit up like the morning sky at that.

I’d gift you an entire continent if you keep looking at me with those eyes. Crowley shook that thought from his head. “Of course.” He hummed, giving a sly smile. “For a price.”

The Angel blinked once. Then twice. “Oh.” Then, with certainty: “Name it. If it’s mine to give, it’s yours.”

Crowley leaned in closer, tilting his head to catch more of this Angel’s guarded face. Ah, not so soft and vulnerable now… “Oh, Angel. You ought to be careful making deals with Demons.”

The Angel sent him a dry look. “I’m in no mood for your theatrics, err...” He gave a questioning glance.

Without even thinking: “J.” After one second of thinking: J?![

“Jay?” The Angel echoed.

Crowley shook his head; no going back on that one. “No, just J.”

“What does…”

“It’s just a J. Really,” he muttered tersely.

“Okay…J.” The Angel looked more unsure of pronouncing the Demon’s name than the terms of their agreement. “And yes. I’m sure. No price is too great for peace.”

Ah. One of those then. Crowley could understand the noble efforts and the valiant naivete that peace could be kept between their people all through the binding of blood-ties, but he fancied himself more of a realist. Still… “Very well.” He’ll lend a hand regardless for the sweet and foolish Angel before him. “Your name, then.” It’s not like he has a choice in the matter.

The Angel sputtered. “My—my what?”

Crowley eyed him with confusion and impatience. “Give me your name.”

“What—just because you were saddled with just a J doesn’t quite mean—”

“No, you twat.” He rolled his eyes at the offended gasp from his companion. “I meant I’d like to know your name. That’s all. Unless you’d prefer me to call you Angel all the time. Or Bird.”

The Angel at least had the manners to look embarrassed. “Aziraphale,” he stated, holding out his hand in introduction. “That’s my name.”

Lovely. “Eh. Too long. I’ll stick with Angel instead.” It’s still miles better than Just a J but even Crowley’s subconscious refuses to acknowledge that. Taking the Angel’s hand and leading him away to the grounds below, he said over his shoulder: “Well, let’s be off. He’s obviously not here, right?”

“R-right!”

It was surprisingly hard work, finding yourself.

Or rather, pretending to find the person that you already are while at the same time avoiding the hellhounds and whatever green Hellions of his Legion still haven’t learned their lesson about not-even-bothering-to-try-and-find-Prince-Crowley-when-he’s-escaped.

That, on top of navigating through a caste town with an Angel (also guilelessly looking for him) at his side.

There were one-too many close calls with a hellhound or two picking up his scent where he had to (regrettably) drag Aziraphale away from bakeries and patisseries towards the iron-sharp stench of the butcher’s just to throw them off. Some distance away, he could hear a soldier wrestling the dogs away from the meats, cursing colorfully with strained effort. It was a good thing his companion did little but eye him suspiciously whenever Crowley did so, but he shrugged it off whenever the Demon began (unwisely) interrogating the man possessing a meat-cleaver on the whereabouts of the Prince of Hell.

By the third hour of his escape, his disappearance was abuzz in all manner of conversation. So much so that it suddenly became quite easy to hide in plain sight. After all, they were expecting the Prince to hide amongst the shadows, fearful of daylight and capture, not be meandering off with a strange Angel he met by the Gardens and cross-examining people of his own location.

“Are you quite certain that the Prince wouldn’t be err… peckish at this hour?”

It’s barely noon Crowley thought, and no, he wouldn’t be. He wasn’t too fond of mealtime; not when a hot plate of food also meant the whole ordeal of sitting through Beelzebub’s barking orders or the rousing topics of current politics hovering like flies. “I don’t believe so—”

A shadow of disappointment flashed through Aziraphale’s face before a new spark of inspiration brightened it. “Ah, but!” He took Crowley by the arm, leading him to another direction. “You’re a newcomer after all— please, let me interest you in this quaint eatery and show you what delicacies our kingdom has to offer—”

Right…and it had nothing at all to do with the Angel’s whimpering stomach. Crowley chortled. “I thought you wanted to find your charge.” The moment he said that, Crowley regretted it as Aziraphale dropped his hand and the enthusiasm in his step dropped dead.

“Err…right.” He glanced up at his companion sheepishly. Fuck, Crowley mourned. “I mean you’re right, of course.” I made him sad.

“No, no, I, ah.” He glanced down, finding the Angel’s hand and pulling him along. “Let’s go in, shall we?” He dragged the other to a bustling building, a savory aroma wafting through the air. “Maybe we’ll find some clues as to where he’s been from the gossip.”

Aziraphale blossomed radiantly at that. “Quite right, dear!”

Crowley’s heart sputtered in his chest at the unexpected endearment. “L-lead on, Angel.”

He didn’t mean to spend the next two hours there. And in Aziraphale’s defense, they did a thorough sweep of the area and listened in on conversation for any hints to the whereabouts of the missing Prince, but that all dissolved into a fine pile of goo to be thrown in a bucket and kicked out to gutters as Crowley got them a table, Aziraphale placed an order for the both of them, and a plate of oysters were set before them. Crowley couldn’t help it if Aziraphale lit up like a sky-full of evening stars.

He looked positively besotted. “Oh, you must try them, J. I insist!”

And so Crowley did. He liked them well enough.

But not nearly as much as he liked watching the look of sheer completion on Aziraphale’s face. Silvery lashes fluttering close, the shape of his lips as he closed his mouth around the tasty morsels, the breathless sighs—

Crowley shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was ever-fortunate that years of casting a mask of indifference on his face during mealtimes prepared him for this.

Then: a plate of something sweet, decadent, and sugary was placed between them. “We mustn’t forget about dessert!” Aziraphale happily intoned.

Satan preserve us. Crowley watched on, pupils dilating ever-so-slightly as Aziraphale lapped up the cream.

It was sundown and Aziraphale was doomed.

NO—not just Aziraphale.

His country, their entire nation, the KINGDOMS OF HEAVEN AND HELL—

The two footmen in charge of the Prince in the first place actually had the gall to look bored. In just a few minutes, the Prince would need to be announced before his intended suitors and if the Prince doesn’t appear through those ridiculously ornate doors to the grand ballroom—

Political tensions would skyrocket to an all-time high. There would be distrust between the efforts of peace between the two nations. Uncertainty and suspicion would overrun the entire efforts to stop conflict and they’ll be back at each other’s throats all over again, ravaging war after fruitless war, sacrificing resources, land, citizens for the sake of the elite’s gain—

“Calm down, Angel,” J’s voice rattled off in his head. “It’ll work out in the end. Just. Breathe.”

Just breathe. Just. Breathe.

Breathing did bollocks. Where was that wine…

A sizeable crowd had gathered now, consisting of high-ranking commanders and officials: the Seraphs, Cherubs, even some Dominions. Their gazes briefly flitted past the Demons, snorting in amusement as their eyes flickered over to where Aziraphale stood by the threshold. The Principality tried not to squirm under their calculating stares.

He ought to have faith—that’s right. He ought to have faith that all will go according to the plan—well. Whatever plan She had in store.

Her Majesty the Queen may not have been completely clear in her instructions as she bequeathed him the responsibility of guiding Crowley, Prince of Hell, through their culture and kingdom in order to dutifully bind his life to that of the Divines—nevermind that it doesn’t make a tick of sense that Crowley needs to woo one of them in the first place if the goal is to simply establish peace by the sharing of bloodlines and all that — but he’s an Angel.

And Angels were made to obey even if the ineffable plan was quite…in-affable.

The doors opened and a Demon’s lazy drawl commenced. Aziraphale’s pulse quickened.

“May I present to you—”

Oh—

“His Royal Highness, son of King Lucifer of the Kingdom of Hell—”

—Fuck.

“Prince Anthony J Crowley.”

A beat of silence. Aziraphale felt the blood drain from his face.

But then: “Just Crowley is fine.”

If it was possible to choke on absolutely nothing, Aziraphale would have been granted a very strange and rather rude epitaph if he happened to croak at this very moment. Well, one could suppose he did choke on the incredulity of the scene before him:

Of J sauntering through the doors with regal indifference, too-cool-to-be-bothered demeanor in his dark royal garb, nonchalant and nonplussed as if he didn’t just give Aziraphale a heart attack at the lightning-strike realization that he had just spent the entire afternoon looking for the damned Prince—only for said Prince to lead him around town square on a wild goose chase.

Aziraphale couldn’t move—couldn’t breathe. He was humiliated—for sure—but he hadn’t planned on doing anything about it within the vicinity of the eyes of Heaven’s elites—

That was, until J—Prince Crowley—caught his gaze and sent him a smarmy grin.

Aziraphale was rightfully pissed. And Crowley found it adorable.

He had planned to apologize, he really did! He not only thoroughly enjoyed the company of his Guide, but it seemed that Aziraphale—unlike most of the dead-eyed stares within the room—actually gave a shit. About peace—about him! And that wasn’t something Crowley was about to let go. He decided it would be best to let the Angel simmer down a little and then confront him when most of the heat had dissipated with some fine wine and dancing—

But alas. That flustered face was too sweet a temptation to ignore. So after making his proper appearance to the Archangels (bow, proclaim your title, Pleased to make your acquaintance, I look forward to working together in the name of peace between our two kingdoms, yaddayaddayadda) and there he goes back again to the red-faced, scowling little Bird.

And had Aziraphale not been blustering with ill-contained frustration at him, he might have even noticed the eyes on them as Crowley approached. The Prince gave a sweeping bow—“To a Principality?” someone murmured among the masses— and took Aziraphale’s hand with all the blithe charm he could muster. “Pleased to formally make your acquaintance.”

All fallen on deaf ears and eyes blinded by rage. “YOU!” Aziraphale hissed out.

If it wouldn’t make tensions between them even worse, Crowley would have thrown his head back in a laugh. Instead, he settled for pleased-as-punch smile that the Angel, had he inhaled more liquid courage into his system, might have put description to reality. “Let’s walk and talk, shall we?”

And so, the gallant prince goes, sweeping his Guide off his feet into a dance as the celebration began and a swell of music drifted through the air.

But alas, Aziraphale doesn’t even seem to realize that he’s dancing with the Prince right now—he was merely content to hissing in his ear. “J!”

“Or dance, as it stands, err, sways,” Crowley corrected as he took the lead. “And like I said, you can call me Crowley, Angel.” Forward. “And see? I told you everything would be all right!” Side.

Closed. “I SPENT HOURS LOOKING FOR YOU! And—you were the Prince all along?!”

A pull, back and forth. “Guilty,” Crowley replied, though his tone implied he was anything but. The Angel was pouting again. “Oh don’t look so cross at me. We had a good time, right?”

Back. Aziraphale sputtered. “I SAW MY LIFE FLASH BEFORE MY EYES WHEN THEY ANNOUNCED YOU!” Side.

Closed. Crowley huffed, clearly and infuriatingly amused. “Did that include the time you met a mysterious, handsome fellow who, out of the goodness of his heart, decided to aid you in looking for your charge today?”

Back. “No,” He seethed tartly. “It included the time I met an irritation of a Royal who decided to play me for a sucker.”

Forward. “Tsk, don’t think of it like that. Think of it as—getting to know each other,” Crowley offered. Aziraphale eyed him darkly. Side. “Without the pomp and regality of it all,” he continued. “After all, I certainly enjoyed my time with you.” Closed.

Back. “Hmph.” But Crowley could already see the steam running out. The tense and terse replies relaxed to a tranquil banter. “Well—It appears that I’ll need to keep closer eye on you. In case you decide to cause anyone else grief.” There was still a glower in those stormy eyes, but there was also a hint of a resenting smile on those wine-pinked lips.

Forward. Crowley gave him a wicked grin. “Oh, Angel. You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll be sure to save all my mischief just for you—”

Side. “You—!”

Closed. “—if it means we get to have more days like today.”

And he’ll be sure to make it up to him later. It wouldn’t do not to be in good graces with his Guide after all—it certainly would make his stay far less fun. And from their outing that day, it became very apparent that his Guide has a penchant for good food and wine…

The first song ended with a bustle of cheer from the crowd and Aziraphale froze, the realization hitting him square in the face that he just spent the first dance with the Prince. It sent Aziraphale reeling, thoughts coming to a halt between the immovable object of two choices keeping him frozen in place: to crawl away from the crowd and into his bed for a solid week or to walk away with some semblance of dignity far, far away from the Prince.

But alas; it appeared that Crowley just so happened to be an unstoppable force to pull him away from his (safer) two options. “You’re not bad!” Crowley laughed, taking his hand again as the music started up and before any of the Birds could swoop down and interrupt their fun.

He gave a fanciful twirl to the startled Angel, holding him tight to make sure the other didn’t stumble in his steps. The song possessed a faster tempo this time; he hoped the Angel could keep up.

Given enough time and patience to allow the Angel to concede that This is my life now, he, in fact, could.

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Meet-cute? Check.

A prince in disguise? Check.

Aziraphale dancing something other than the gavotte—wait, what? Also check.

More to come, I think.

Thank you for reading!

#good omens #ineffable husbands #repost from ao3 #top crowley #bottom aziraphale #fantasy AU

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ironforgedrp · 4 years ago

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♛ ELAENYS TARGARYEN

↳ details; cisfemale, twenty-three. ↳ date of birth; 1st of the second month, 483AC.

↳ status; heterosexual, unmarried, no children. ↳ faceclaim; kathryn newton. ↳ hails from; dragonstone. ↳ loyalty; house targaryen and the iron throne.

↳ position/title; lady of house targaryen, lady of dragonstone. ↳ religion; the faith of the seven. ↳ magical ability; dragon dreams. ↳ spoken languages; the common tongue & high valyrian. ↳ reason for being in sunspear; travelling alongside her family and the iron throne.

♛ PERSONALITY

↳ type; the campaigner ( enfp-a ). ↳ alignment; chaotic good. ↳ star sign; aquarius. ↳ positives; scholarly, charitable, enthralling, sagacious. ↳ negatives; inquiring, headstrong, unruly, overemotional.

♛ BIOGRAPHY

↳ family lineage.

cursed. it is what elaenys will answer if asked what she is.

born as the youngest daughter of the dragonstone’s targaryen branch, nothing special was expected of elaenys. of course, she was descendent of an old valyrian house, descendent of the glorius targaryen kings and queens — but she wasn’t a princess. they’ll look upon her, of course they will, but the secondary branch wasn’t so glorious as the one who held the power. but elaenys was a targaryen, born with silver-blonde hair e violet-blue eyes, as fair as a cotton flower. being the youngest of three, she was quite pampered by her parents and the other adults — but she wasn’t expected to be the last.

lonely for almost her childhood — her siblings and cousins were too old to play her childish games — elaenys found comfort in the books. for the early months, she would ask for the maester or a septa to read for her — or even her mother or father, if she found them to be willing to spend some more minutes with her — until she learned how to write and read in the common tongue. when that time arrived, elaenys was unstoppable. she read all the books in dragonstone’s library at least twice, and started to preffer the company of the maesters than of the septas. but she had to attend her lady’s duties — and while she did, her mind would be wandering in the stories she read, hoping to have an adventure of her own, like her ancestors had.

always very applied, elaenys stood out in languages and westerosi history. after all, these were her favourites subjects and the ones that the young dragon, since a young age, was interested in. however, because of that, elaenys became a difficult person to deal with changes and unexpected things. history and languages always had been the way they were — and elaenys thought that her life would be like that, too. younger, she would throw a loud tantrum if things didn’t go as she planned, now, however, her tantrums aren’t so loud — but she shows small signs of irritation like harsh responses and disapproving gazes.

however, growing up, elaenys noticed that her dreams were too childish. she wasn’t born in a great condition — being a woman and a lady of a great house, meant that she would be married off to some lord and secure an beneficial alliance to her family. only if she had been born a boy — she would be like aegon v, traveling all over the kingdom. but elaenys accepted her fate within dragonstone’s gray walls and, sometimes, the red ones of the red keep.

it wasn’t until her seventeenth birthday that elaenys’ curse came. until there, her life had been easy. she could be found in the company of her older sister and mother all day or reading and discussing with the maesters. elaenys loved her father with all of her heart and had a good relationship with her older brother, even if sometimes she found his goals to be too much for his position. however, on the first day of the second month of 500AC, elaenys woke up screaming. the targaryen lady had a strange dream, one that she couldn’t put into properly words. four dragons — two reds, one purple and other green — were flying over her, their eyes too familiar, looking deep into her soul. a desperate roar was heard by elaenys as the purple dragon fell to the ground towards her direction in the open field. in the same year, her aunt, queen victaria, died.

elaenys was desperate when she interpreted her dream as an omen of death. however, she didn’t told a soul about it. she didn’t want to scare anyone — after all, the other three dragons couldn’t mean anything. the targaryen daughter tried to continue her daily activities with normality, but her reading were directed for dragon dreams’ books and targaryens who suffered from it as well. for some years, elaenys felt at peace. the dream didn’t come again, and for a while, she even forgot about it. but, at her nineteenth birthday, she dreamed of the two red dragons had fallen alongside the purple one, remaining only the green flying in the sky. the death of her uncle, the king, and her cousin, the crown prince, were not a surprise for elaenys.

the green dragon haunted her for a year. it appeared in her dreams every single day, and elaenys started to wander who it could be. her father or brother for sure, and that scared her. but the dragon dream came before her birthday, and her father’s death a few weeks before it too. again, she wasn’t surprised. elaenys knew tragedy would came one last time, and she prepared herself for it. yet, she still cried and mourned her father for days. but her nightmares became known by everyone, but she disguised them just as vivid dreams, created by her creative head. it worked for awhile, but soon her maids and mother realized that it was worse than simple nightmares.

the transition of the rule of dragonstone made her uneased. blood is thickier than water, but she knows that with her brother ruling the first targaryen seat and a lannister in the iron throne she’ll be used as a coin of exchange to secure alliances, and now with the split of the kingdoms, used as a way to keep an eye in the new monarchies. the young targaryen wasn’t happy with rhaena’s marriage — she didn’t hate the lannisters, but the iron throne belonged to the targaryens, and only her fmaily was worthy to sit on it. after all, everytime the seven kingdoms had a non-targaryen ruler, it was doomed to to failure. but elaenys would be happy to leave dragonstone — its walls remind her of her dreams, and she’s thankful that they stopped to haunt her. however, in the travel for sunspear, elaenys had a strange feeling — they weren’t the same when she had her dragon dreams, but she’s afraid that tragedy will fall again in the last generation of targaryens.

↳ personality.

with an inquiring nature, elaenys is, sometimes, a difficult person to meddle with. she doesn’t like to take orders from anyone — as a targaryen, she feels superior to the other great houses — and from time to time, disobeys the high lords. she’s a free spirit and dreams of having her own adventures — taking inspirations from aegon v, her greatest role model. as someone that read too much in her free time, elaenys observes things from different points of view and is difficult to deceive. however, she’s an idealistic and is always ready to advocate in favor of the small folk or help them. with people that she trusts, the young dragon is a sweet and lively, speaking too much about her interests.

however, with the dragon dreams, elaenys is quieter. quieter and paranoiac. she’s afraid to have another dream and this fear is showing up in her actions, even if it’s an irrational fear. she wanders from time to time and wonders about the possibilities of what can happen, but when she realizes it, elaenys promptly tries to return to her normal self — the same impatient and cheerful elaenys that her family knew. the targaryen daughter is someone super emotional, and she holds words and grudges easily. her impulsiveness and inquiring nature always bring to elaenys situations that she doesn’t know how to handle — despite being such a smart person, she isn’t well versed in diplomacy and doesn’t know the time to stop talking, sometimes hurting the people that the loves without noticing. the young dragons is also someone that doesn’t apologize easily — she is always sure that she is right, and if the other person is offended, she cannot do anything to help them.

↳ the splitting of the kingdoms.

for someone that only traveled to the capitol, elaenys is excited to be in somewhere new and attend to a summit that will be in the maester’s history books. she wants to experience the dornish lands with everything they have to offer, without worrying for her family safety. however, with a mind as sharp as an assassin’s knife, elaenys is more interested in the political meetings. she isn’t a supporter of king arryk — doing it publicly because of her cousin — and think that either rhaena of one of her older siblings should the ruler of westeros, but she understand why the schism happened. elaenys doesn’t think that the treaties will work — men are too prideful when losing, and losing a great part of your kingdom isn’t something good. she’s afraid that a war will happen just like the last time the seven kingdoms were split, and she knows that her family will be in the middle of it — being in dorne will give elaenys a way to prepare herself when that time comes. however, with her inquiring nature, she may find herself in difficult situations after asking questions she shouldn’t.

♛ STATUS: TAKEN

#House Targaryen.#taken.#taken female.#crownlands.#dru.#kathryn newton fc #female.

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nooblet-sims · 5 years ago

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Founders tag

I was tagged by @pinkmonsimblr thank you :D it was interesting going back and looking at all my older and newer sims. I included some legacy spouses as I kind of wanted to show off some different styles as well. I also kind of bent the rules (no one is shocked) and included sims that have been around on my channel for ages.

Now I’m sure you are wondering who are all these people!?

01. Alice Hart Founder to my 100 baby challenge (on youtube). We are currently at like 54 kids or something.

02. Lizzie Peanut Founder to the Peanut Legacy (on tumblr). Y’all should know Lizzie XD

03. Serenity Moon Founder to my lunar zodiac challenge (on youtube)

04.Lapis Lazuli Not really a founder but a core member of my asylum challenge (almost at 100 episodes on youtube so he’s been around a while)

05. Newton Walnut Founder to my Walnut legacy (on youtube). Also brother to Neville Walnut who is the spouse of Lizzie Peanut.

06. Eddie Wilde Founder (kind of?) for my Wolf pack challenge (on youtube)

07. Amber Chestnut Not exactly a founder but fairly key new legacy person in my realm of magic lets play (on youtube). She’s also married to number 10 on the list XD.

08 Tammy Winter (now Peanut) Spouse to Sage Peanut the Generation 6 spouse (on tumblr). I actually made Tammy originally AGES ago. Like in 2017 but she got some tweaks before she made it into the Peanut fam.

09. Emerald Stone Founder to my Not So Berry challenge (on youtube) that is currently on hiatus. Married to number 12 on the list.

10. Cypress Chestnut Not exactly a founder but fairly key new legacy person in my realm of magic lets play (on youtube). He’s also married to number 07 on the list XD.

11. Adrian Zest (now Peanut) Spouse to Lemon Peanut the Generation 7 spouse (on tumblr).

12. Christopher Lime Spouse to my Not So Berry challenge (on youtube) that is currently on hiatus. Married to number 09 on the list.

Bonus rambles regarding how they all look: I’m not sure my sim style has changed too much. I know that eyes have gotten smaller and further apart. Noses have also gotten larger. I feel my sims these days are a bit more realistic v’s fantasy like as I’ve kind of moved away from the large eyes and pointy ears XD. I feel like Lizzie (02) was the first to kind of start doing this as when I made her, I wanted her to have flaws and be pretty average - she was also my first vanilla sim. I simply fell in love with Lizzie and found myself wanting to recreate her every time I made a sim and thus changing my sim style.

Tagging anyone who is still reading this because wow you read all that? You are amazing and deserve to be tagged XD.

#nooblet rambles #founders cas challenge #peanut extras #founders challenge #ts4 #sims4 #The Sims 4 #tag game

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silverynight · 6 years ago

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Part V of the au in which Albus and Gellert are rulers of the wizarding world.

Read part IV here.

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Newt knows they're going to come looking for him, but at least he has a couple of minutes for himself to think about everything that happened.

He doesn't want to hear they love him because he doesn't want to have feelings for them. It's not supposed to happen, because Theseus is out there and Newt loves his brother and Percival too.

It's too late anyway, isn't it? Perhaps he's never going to see them again, but they'll be safe that way. As long as Newt stays.

"Newt?" Albus looks at him from the doorway; his voice is soft, almost like he doesn't want to scare him away. Gellert is right behind him with the most sad expression he's ever seen.

"You can come in," Newt mumbles, kneeling in the middle of the bed still wearing his beautiful dress.

They both jump over the bed next to him; Gellert can't help himself and quickly wrap his arms around him while Albus takes his hand and intertwines their fingers together.

"You don't have to marry us, if you don't want to, baby," Albus tries to smile, but it's obvious that the words are hurting him.

"Could you please at least think about it, Liebling?" Gellert mumbles, right before kissing him on the neck.

Which is dangerous, because sometimes those kisses don't let him focus.

"I'll think about it," he promises, closing his eyes and leaning towards the dark lord, while Albus gets even closer.

"It's okay, baby, we'll wait... Now, it's getting late, I bet you want to put something more... comfortable," Albus smiles next to his ear and then he starts biting his earlobe just the way Newt likes it.

He shouldn't... He should tell them to stop, but he actually doesn't want to. Not at the moment...

"Let us help you take your dress off, love," Gellert pulls the fabric up, just to stroke Newt's thighs with his fingertips, gently... lovingly.

"Yes, please," Newt moans and he keeps moaning and screaming the rest of the night.

***

He wakes up with his head over Gellert's chest, feeling fingers running through his hair. Albus has Newt's legs over his lap and leans to kiss them every now and then.

"It's still late, Liebling... You should go back to sleep," he mumbles with a soft smile.

Newt looks up from Gellert to Albus and wonders what in God's name they saw in a simple muggle like him.

Why are they so kind and understanding?

"It doesn't matter if we make it official or not," Albus fingers start tracing the freckles on his hips.

"But we'd love to make it official," Gellert insists, face twisted in a gesture that looks dangerously close to a pout; it makes Newt chuckle. "Don't forget that, love."

Albus rolls his eyes at him, but can't hide the fond smile on his face.

"Anyway... What I was trying to say is that even if it's not official, you already belong to us, baby."

"You were made to be with us, Newton," Gellert agrees, pressing his forehead to his. "Only ours."

***

Newt doesn't know exactly when it happens or why, but he starts referring to himself as Mummy in front of his creatures. It feels right and it's a way for him to show how much he cares about each one of them.

He likes to keep the baby Nifflers on his lap, even though they're quite a handful. Vinda also has grown fond of all of them. She usually helps him feed them and Newt is actually grateful to have some around that knows how to use magic.

Although she usually vanishes when Albus and Gellert get inside the case to help Newt, he has no idea why she does that, but she prefers to be around when there's no one else.

"Have you ever thought of having children, Newt?" Albus asks the first time he hears him talking fondly to his creatures.

"Well... I always thought I'd have two kids, but... now I'm just too busy with these little things," he grins, even though he's stroking a Thunderbird's feathers.

"I bet you'd look breathtaking pregnant, love," Gellert mumbles, caressing Newt's belly, making him chuckle.

Well... That's impossible...

"Men can't get pregnant," he says, but blinks in shock as he looks at their faces. "I haven't heard about..."

"It would take just a potion, baby," Albus kisses his hand. "If the man wants to."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

There's a strong noise coming outside the case and the three of them return to the living room quickly.

"What's going on, Abernathy?" Gellert narrows his eyes as soon as the man rushes into the room.

"We stopped..." He looks nervously at Newt, interrupting himself. "We have Scamander, he was trying to get inside."

Theseus gets in the room, hands tied with magic and a couple of aurors behind him.

"'Seus!" Newt rushes towards him, touching his face as his brother looks back at him with concern.

"Are you hurt, little one?" Theseus seems to struggle with his hands, fighting the magic that's keeping him from embracing his brother.

"No, I'm fine. Oh, 'Seus, I've missed you so much!" Newt tears up a little bit.

"I've missed you too," Theseus breathes and then adds in a whisper. "Don't worry, we'll get you out of here."

***

You can read part VI on my Patreon already. 😊

Kofi

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#muggle!newt #grindelmandore #scamandore #grindelnewt

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dawn-dickinson · 5 years ago

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[ kathryn newton, twenty-two, cis-female, she/her ] ━ did y'all see [ dawn dickinson ] walkin’ into [ the watering can? ] they’ve lived in frostford on and off for [ 22 years ] and you can catch ‘em around town working as a [ freelance writer at the frostford herald ]. I reckon they’re pretty [ charismatic & lively ] but I hear they can also be kinda [ manipulative & jealous ] if ya see ‘em around, be sure to say hi. [ooc: naz, 28, gmt+2, she/her ] [ tw: miscarriage, drugs ] @frostfordstart

her full name is dawn lillian dickinson

she’s twenty two, moved back to frostford like a week ago or two (we will get into that real soon)

chaotic evil

☼ leo ☾ virgo ↑ scorpio

esfp

born and raised in frostford. rich parents, coming from old money (still trash though)

her dad works with mayor, her mom is a homemaker, they frequently throw little gatherings in their big house

a typical only child, spoiled, entitled and impatient

GREAT DRESSER FOR SURE

attended frostford senior high. she was the head cheerleader, also homecoming queen

your typical with queen bee with jealousy issues

in high school most people used the term “get dawn’ed” -- it meant two things; being fucked over by her and being fucked by her

would make out with anyone if she is drunk enough

would do anything for attention

LOTS OF ENEMIES. shit load. full permission to hate on her because she deserves it

in public she behaved, mostly used southern passive aggressiveness to belittle people

ofc she was dating the captain of the football team BC HELLO WHO DOESN’T LOVE A GOOD CLICHE? his parents were super strict, so he was pretending to be this wholesome great guy act to his parents happy, even though he was regularly hooking up with dawn and many others

womp womp womp.. dawn got knocked up in her senior year and her boyfriend said i am not the father. aaaaaaand the rumor mill had started

all the things she’d done started coming out now that she was a social pariah. all those drug filled parties, quickies with older college guys, every nasty thing did (including an affair with a married man................)

her parents were livid obviously bc small town, rumors spread real fast.

before she got an abortion, she had a miscarriage. which was fine with dawn because like what was the point of keeping it because she sure would hate the baby bc it ruined her life???

but she loves pulling the victim card and be like ‘Y’ALL MADE ME SO STRESSED, I LOST MY BABY’

quickly earned the town slut title with a reason ofc

high school ended, her parents sent her to Hunstville to live with her grandparents and told everybody that she is in college now BUT BITCH PLS

her grandparents couldn’t tame dawn obviously, she has just gotten worse. lots of drugs, alcohol and sex. finally they sent her ass back to frostford

NOW SHE IS BACK! it hasn’t even been a month, she is gonna work as a freelance writer, not that she is v talented, her dad pulled his strings. gotta love nepotism

she is here to make amends allegedly, but no one believes that

take a look of her pinterest board

a gif to describe her:

#frostfordintro #HELLO HELLO HELLO

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scsouthernlights-blog · 7 years ago

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POST 8 FACTS ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER & TAG EIGHT OTHER CHARACTERS

For the majority of his life, Afon was raised and aided by his older sister, Valentina. Afon’s mother and father died in a factory accident when he was 3 years old, leaving Valentina-who was only 10 at the time-to take care of him. V took care of Afon by herself for the most part, with the occasional generous help of an adult here and there. She had to grow up fast and worked at a very young age to support herself and Afon. This led to a terribly strong bond between Afon and his sister and this is why he is still occasionally dependent upon her as an adult. If Afon were asked about his parents, he wouldn’t be able to say much...he doesn’t remember them at all and never formed any sort of bond with them since they were with him for such a short time. Yet, this entire experience led Afon to believe so strongly in the value of family...as V was the only family he had in such trying times.

Afon has always been somewhat impressionable and this showed allot when he was younger. He sought friendship and eventually found a group of kids that he called friends. On the surface these boys and girls seemed fun and welcoming to Afon, including him in their activities...the group was very supportive. But he realized their activities were very dangerous, resulting in a few kids getting injured in more than one instance. On top of that, they were constantly seeking fun by breaking laws and causing havoc, which didn’t sit well with Afon. He went with them for a while, convinced it was fine, until it was too much. After telling his sister what he’d done, Valentina helped him through the situation and Afon broke away from the gang. He still regrets doing some of the things he’d done, but has learned a few skills from that experience, such as lock picking, hijacking snowmobiles, and making explosives.

Afon’s kindness and sense of “goodness” come naturally. He has always had a sense of right and wrong, even when he was younger. He is generous, very obedient, and typically thinks of others more often than himself, simply because his conscience leads him to do the right thing. This being said, he has also always had trouble reading the atmosphere and can’t judge what kind of mood people around him are in. Because of this, he has a tendency to say what is on his mind, regardless of how it will make others feel. Unless you tell him exactly what you’re feeling, he will not pick up on it, which can be aggravating to some.

After battling and defeating the Colterons, bringing balance to the world and all that fun stuff, Afon and Selene retire from the Alliance and live on Mars, where they eventually get married and start a life together, living in a cozy little cabin type house. Before this, Afon and Valentina have reunited and V also moves into a house on Mars and Afon is more than pleased as he spends most of his time with Selene while visiting his sister every now and then. The two lovebirds live a mostly comfortable and happy life and eventually adopt two children.

Growing up as the son of a politician has been a bit rough on Ethan in that his father mostly paid more attention to his work than his own family, hardly getting involved in Ethan’s life. Because of this he has mostly lacked a father figure...but his mother, on the other hand, has always supported him. She cares for him and loves him dearly, spoiling him and pampering him to make up for the lack of his father. When Ethan wanted a pet iguana, she gave him a pet iguana, when he wanted a bicycle, she gave him a bicycle. Even so, Ethan has never been a very needy kid, though the things he wanted as a young boy weren’t cheap. As he got older, he was even less needy. As with everything in the mansion, Ethan’s room was very large, very white and half of the ceiling was made of glass; Ethan loved and still loves to gaze at the stars and planets around him.

As a child, Ethan’s best friend was his pet iguana, Newton. Ethan has always had two reasons for wanting an iguana as a child: One, green is his favorite color and two, he thinks iguanas are possibly the cutest creatures. Ethan and Newton would always do everything with each other and Ethan’s favorite game was when they rode around on his bike pretending to take down enemies and protect his family. Newton would mostly stay in his tank at night but, on occasion(when his mom didn’t know), Ethan would let Newton sleep in the bed with him. He mostly liked to keep Newton out of his tank, as he felt Newton was sad to stay pent up in it all the time and deserved freedom. Right before leaving for the Alliance, Ethan and Newton shared a heartfelt goodbye before separating. Even in space, Ethan sometimes thinks of his pet and wonders how he is, if his mom is taking good care of him. Little does he know, their goodbye would be the last as Newton and Ethan’s father end up passing away while Ethan is in the Alliance.

Before leaving for the Alliance, Ethan did go to school. He started in kindergarten and ended with college, getting a bachelor’s degree in engineering. Ethan was your typical book nerd, always studying, always working hard to prove himself. In his free time, he loved to study everything having to do with space, everything involving the Alliance and the colterons, history and all, finding it terribly interesting and inspiring. Ethan made a few, great friends here and there throughout school, some lasting and others leaving, but eventually, he was forced to leave them all behind when he joined the Alliance.

The war between the Alliance and the colterons ends and Ethan makes it out alive in the end, nearly losing his life in the process, but surviving nonetheless. Ethan and Alexei are both forced to realize their affection for each other in the end, and Ethan takes Alexei back to Earth after Alexei reunites with his family. The two settle down as lovers and live in a nice house away from the city and the noise. It takes a while, but they eventually marry and after an even longer period, Ethan insists on adopting a child. After months, they finally agree and settle on adopting a little girl.

TAGGED BY: @portalipsis Thanks friend!! <3 TAGGING: @skyefirese @surrendertotherush @nadi-campbell @xabell @xcainn @navigatingtruths @xstarryxcycs @animostella @zvezdaboyets @scarringreliancy and anyone else~ Oops that’s more than 8

#thanks for the tag~#millions of years later #I have finally finished this XD #rip #I figured it would be waaay too much to do 8 things for each muse so XD #about Helios #about Abel #I am a cheesy fuck who wants everyone to have a happy ending #don judge me =w=#well okay maybe not everyone gets a happy ending but #lol close to it #long post

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treatmcnt-blog · 7 years ago

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Can we get another glimpse into who Margot is? What's she look like? How old is she? Did she retire?

name: margot hirsch-groffnicknames: maisie (most used by ruth), emmiage: 64birthday: march 13thheight & weight: 5ft 11in & 140lbshair & eye color: she switches up her hair color quite a bit but for right now it’s caramel-y & her eyes are blue. occupation: former: director of marine mammal relocation. she’s not retired yet but she’s taken significantly less hours at work. she and ruth used to spend most of their free time volunteering but now that ruth’s afraid to leave the house they don’t get out as much anymore.

miscellaneous info that’s ‘prolly important maybe:

the two met through work back in the 80s - ruth was working as a conservation planner and margot dealt with marine mammal relocation (she’s had the same job for 30+ yrs!). the two volunteered to plan a team building event for the staff at the aquarium and the rest is history! they spent many nights holed up in ruth’s apartment talking about their shared love for hammerheads and fig newtons.

margot spends a lot of time outside in their backyard - she’s always got projects goin’ on … always tearin’ up some grass n’ shit y’know

when ruth started working at the university, margot took her class just for fun and Failed It Big Time. like actually failed it.

margot and ruth are adventurous individuals but when you put the two of them together, they’re this unstoppable force ready to go skydiving or swimming with sharks at a moment’s notice. even though ruth doesn’t leave the house as much anymore, they’ve still found ways to be adventurous iF u kNOW What I MEAN LOL :’) jk but also not jk. like deffo adventurous sexually but in other ways too like sleeping in the kitchen for a change of scenery idk they Have Fun and have been in their honeymoon phase since before they got married idk man they rlly love each other so much its overwhelming

every night before bed margot and ruth spend at least a half an hour talking - they give lil’ rundowns of their days. in the 30 years they’ve been married, they’ve never!!!! missed a night. it’s really cute and they lay facing each other and ruth will rub margot’s back and margot gets PISsED~* bcos it makes her fall asleep So Fast but lowkey ruth does it on purpose sometimes bcos while she loves her with her entire heart, margot gets real fired up about herpetology and husbandry and it’s just … like … a lot for midnight lmao sO …

margot drives ruth to group and insists on getting there a little bit early but ruth sits in the car like an angry teenager until she has to go in. always packs her carrots for a snack bcos ‘ruthie did you know that we could eat our fingers like a carrot … but our brains tell us not to??? not sure if that’s real info btw so wild lol cya be back in an hour!!’ and then margot drives to the supermarket parking lot and reads books about helping someone you love w/ recovery and things like that. sometimes she’ll walk in on ruth rewatching her assault and margot just v gently takes it, turns it off and holds ruth while she cries. kiLL me.

#fearfvll #thank u SO MUCH for this Sweetest!!!#ive been meaning to post something abt margot but just kept Forgettin' 8)#✎ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃˢᵏˢ ° . · ▹ ruthie tbt.

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adarkroomandawallflower · 8 years ago

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Vanilla & Moonlight (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

#i dont know what this is #it sounded better in my head #peter maximoff #quicksilver #warren worthington iii #angel #archangel #x men #x men apocalypse #x men imagine #idek #angsty stuff #evan peters #ben hardy

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moistvonlipwig · 8 years ago

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i was tagged by @supcheerio to do an alphabet tag thing, so here i am

A- Age: 19

B- Biggest fear: I’m legitimately terrified of any situation where I don’t have control over my body for whatever reason

C- Current time: 9:04 pm

D- Drink you last had: Strawberry lemonade

E- Easiest person to talk to: My cats

F- Favorite song: It varies lol but right now it’s probably “The Making of a Man” by Steeleye Span

G- Grossest memory: I have OCD so #existing is my grossest memory

H- Horror yes or horror no: If it’s with a group of friends, I’m OK with it, but I still don’t love it lol

I- In love: Does not compute

J- Jealous of people: Lmao I get jealous really easily

K- Killed someone: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get -- why would -- I’ve never killed anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your -- you have the nerve, the audacity. Murder is illegal, technically. And it is terrible, morality-wise. And how -- how do I know, frankly, that you haven’t killed anyone? Maybe you have. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off, hmm? Check and mate.

L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again: Only if you’re a dog

M- Marry, Fuck, Kill: OK I can’t do this if I don’t have ppl/things to choose from so I’ve decided to do this with Newton’s laws of motion. I’d marry the third law (when one body exerts a force on a second body, the second body simultaneously exerts a force equal in magnitude and opposite in direction on the first body); fuck the first law (in an inertial reference frame, an object either remains at rest or continues to move at a constant velocity, unless acted upon by a net force); and kill the second law (in an inertial reference frame, the vector sum of the forces F on an object is equal to the mass m of that object multiplied by the acceleration a of the object: F = ma).

N: Number of siblings: Zero, thank God lol

O- One wish: That I achieve all of my goals (see how I nicely covered a whole bunch of wishes with that one?)

P- Person you called last: My grandmother

Q- Question you’re always asked: “How do you spell your name?” (It’s phonetic bitch!!! Guess!!!)

R- Reason to smile: My cats, my friends, the fact that I’m an iconic duck who deserves to be happy

S- Song you last sang: “Boy Problems” by Carly Rae Jepsen

T- Time you woke up: 4:45 because of my damn cat, but I didn’t get up until 7:30 or thereabouts

U- Underwear color: Black I think lol I don’t really remember

V- Vacation destination: A cat cafe, anywhere

W- Worst habit: Procrastinating and also being too much of an iconic bitch

Y- Your favorite: The void

Z- Zodiac sign: Cancer...the most feared sign of them all...

i’ll tag my mutuals: @nocticola, @csinnia, @sunwukxng, @saintskywalker, @boyvandals, @ridiculousmavis, @0o0oo, @wordsandzombies, @xlivvielockex, @ghostheroes. no pressure tho lol

#interesting fact cancers are in fact statistically the most dangerous sign #the more you know #the thing with feathers

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devotedlypinkbasement-blog · 7 years ago

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Ron Galella

Ronald Edward Galella (born January 10, 1931) is an American photographer, known as a pioneer paparazzo.

Dubbed "Paparazzo Extraordinaire" by Newsweek and "the Godfather of the U.S. paparazzi culture" by Time magazine and Vanity Fair, he is regarded by Harper's Bazaar as "the most controversial paparazzo of all time".[1]

He immortalized many celebrities out of the public eye and gained notoriety for his feuds with some of them, most notably Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and Marlon Brando. Despite the numerous controversies, Galella's work has been praised and exhibited in art galleries worldwide and he has been cited by Andy Warhol as his favourite photographer.[2]

During his career, Galella has taken more than three million photographs depicting public figures.[3]

Biography[edit]

A Bronx native of Italian heritage, Galella is son of an immigrant from Muro Lucano, Basilicata,[4] and his mother, born in New Jersey, was daughter of immigrants from Benevento, Campania.[5] After graduating high school, he won a 2-year scholarship at the Pratt Institute in Brooklyn but refused due to his lacks in mathematics.[6]

Galella served as a United States Air Force photographer (1951-1955) during the Korean War and later attended the Art Center College of Design in Los Angeles, California, graduating with a degree in photojournalism in 1958. In his free time Galella took pictures of the stars arriving at film premieres, selling them to magazines like National Enquirer and Photoplay. He soon became known for his photographic approach, portraying famous people out of the spotlight.

Galella's photographs can be seen in hundreds of publications including Time, Harper's Bazaar, Vogue, Vanity Fair, People, Rolling Stone, The New Yorker, The New York Times and Life. In his in-home darkroom, Galella makes his own prints which have been exhibited at museums and galleries throughout the world, including the Museum of Modern Art in both New York City and San Francisco, the Tate Modern in London, and the Helmut Newton Foundation Museum of Photography in Berlin.

In 2009, his father's hometown Muro Lucano made him an honorary citizen. Galella is the subject of a 2010 documentary film by Leon Gast entitled Smash His Camera. The film's title is a quote from Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis directed to her security agent after Galella pursued her and her children through Central Park, New York.[3] The documentary premiered at the 2010 Sundance Film Festival, receiving the Grand Jury Award for Directing in the U.S. Documentary category, and was also well received at the 54th BFI London Film Festival prior to airing on the BBC throughout the United Kingdom and Europe.

After leaving the Paparazzi career, Galella is still active as a photographer at prominent culture events.[7] He currently lives in Montville, New Jersey.

Ron’s wife and business partner, Betty Burke Galella passed away January 9, 2017, peacefully, in her sleep at her home in Montville. She was 68 years old. Betty was an extremely intelligent woman with a vibrant personality. As a loving and supportive wife, Betty worked alongside Ron as a photojournalist and editor, becoming a passionate defender of the press, supporter of the arts and an amazing friend to all that knew her.

Of his wife, Ron said, “When Betty first purchased my photos for publication and granted me assignment credentials over the phone, I fell in love with her warm soft, loving voice. I met her in person for the first time, two years later, on Dec.10, 1978, at the Kennedy Center for the premiere of ‘Superman.’ With one look at that beautiful girl, I said, ‘I’m gonna marry you.’ And five months later, we were. Once married, we became a team.” Betty was born in Somerset, Ky., raised in Arlington and lived in Yonkers, N.Y. before moving to Montville in 1992.

Controversies

Galella is widely known for his obsessive treatment of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and the subsequent legal battles associated with it. The New York Post called it "the most co-dependent celeb-pap[arazzi] relationship ever".[8] The famous 1972 free-speech trial Galella v. Onassis resulted in a restraining order to keep Galella 50 feet (later changed to 25 feet) away from Mrs. Onassis.[9]

On June 12, 1973, actor Marlon Brando punched Galella in the face outside a restaurant in Chinatown in New York City, breaking the photographer's jaw and knocking out five of his teeth on the left side of his mouth. Galella had been following Brando, who was accompanied by Dick Cavett, to the restaurant after a taping of The Dick Cavett Show earlier that day. Galella hired lawyer Stuart Schlesinger to sue Brando and ultimately settled for $40,000. Schlesinger reported in the 2010 documentary Smash His Camera that Galella received two-thirds, but only cared about getting the message out, "I don't want anyone to think they can go around punching me if I am taking their picture. Get that story out, not the money."[10] Subsequently, the next time Galella chased Brando, he wore a football helmet.[11]

Galella was once beaten by Richard Burton's security guards, losing one tooth, and sued the actor unsuccessfully.[12] Elizabeth Taylor, who tended to be tolerant towards photographers, was often heard to mutter, "I'm going to kill Ron Galella!",[13] though the actress would later use his photographs in her biography.[2] Other famous targets were Elvis Presley, whose bodyguards slashed his tires, Brigitte Bardot, being hosed down by her security staff, and Sean Penn, who spat at him and reportedly punched him while being photographed with his then-wife Madonna.[14]

In spite of these controversies, art galleries across the world have acclaimed his work for its artistic and sociohistorical value.[15] He was praised by Andy Warhol, who said: "My idea of a good picture is one that's in focus and of a famous person doing something unfamous. It's being in the right place at the wrong time. That's why my favorite photographer is Ron Galella".[2] Art writer Glenn O'Brien defined him a "brilliant realist able to represent the world faithfully".[5]

Bibliography[edit]

Ron Galella and wife Betty Galella

“Rock and Roll” (October 2016, Ron Galella, Ltd.)

“Sex in Fashion” (December 2015, Ron Galella, Ltd.)

The Stories Behind the Pictures (December 2014, Ron Galella, Ltd.)

Pop, Rock & Dance (2013, Ron Galella, Ltd.)

Jackie: My ObsessionJ (January 2013, Ron Galella, Ltd.)

Ron Galella: Paparazzo Extraordinaire with Mathias Prinz (April 30, 2012, Hatje Cantz Verlag. ISBN 9783775733243)

Boxing With the Stars (2011, Verlhac Editions)

Man in the Mirror: Michael Jackson (December 2009, PowerHouse Books)

Viva l'Italia! (May 2009, Ron Galella, Ltd. - Distributed by PowerHouse Books)

No Pictures (November 2008, PowerHouse Books)

Warhol by Galella: That's Great! (May 2008, Verlhac Editions - Montacelli Press - Seeman Henschel Verlag)

Disco Years (2006, PowerHouse Books)

Ron Galella Exclusive Diary (2004, Photology)

The Photographs of Ron Galella: 1965-1989 (2001, Greybull Press)

Offguard: A Paparazzi Look at the Beautiful People (1976, McGraw-Hill Book Company)

Jacqueline (1974, Sheed and Ward, Inc.)

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