#also note. Eleanor is dead

[caligatinsole]

A child and his parents.

[heartkaji]

★ ALVINNN !! ⸺ AND THE WINBRE BOYS ?!

synopsis ୨ৎ : relationship dynamics i think the winbre boys would have based on the chipmunks & chipettes

notes ୨ৎ : had this idea while rewatching alvin & the chip-munks with my baby brother </3 missed this show sm

❤︎ TOGAME JO — SIMON & JEANETTE

stay with me here.

i don’t mean simon & jeanette in the sense that two of you are nerds or anything. when i think simon and jeanette, i think emotionally mature simon and anxious girlfriend jeanette who’s always in need of simon’s reassurance ( they’re so cute i want to eat them )

it’s like that with you and jo. togame is more mature and the bigger person in every situation. he never lets you two go to bed angry, and he’ll appologize first, even in times when he thinks he’s not in the wrong. togame also NEVER raises his voice. never ever. i can’t imagine him & yelling in the same sentence. so even in heated arguments where you’re screaming and crying with mascara running down your cheeks togame stays gentle and quiet, fingers pressed into his palm so tight he’s nearly bleeding because god you’re crying and he has no fucking idea what he can say to help you calm down. he doesn’t even care about what you guys were fighting about anymore, he just needs you to feel better. ( GODDDD WHERE IS MY TOGAME 😭⁉️)

anxious attachment girlies your time has come

with togame your anxiety is never triggered. you have his location and all his passwords, and he’s 100% not the kind of guy who asks for yours in return. he also calls you to let you know when he’ll be running late. i wish i could lie and tell you he doesn’t leave you on read, but he canonically doesn’t text. he has a custom ringtone just for your contact though, so often times he’ll call you in response or send you a voice message. either way you’ll get some kind of answer, togame isn’t into ignoring you in any shape or form.

NEVER EVER disrespects you, and I’m not talking verbal disrespect or anything like that. i mean togame doesn’t like pictures of any woman other than you on his instagram, doesn’t borrow girls his jacket even to be polite, doesn’t help them pay—he’s your walking wallet only. he would never ever be caught dead doing anything that could cause someone to mistake him as being close to any girl other than you. he’s so perfect it’s insane.

togame also isn’t into playing games. he communicates anything and everything he’s uncomfortable with and sets boundaries in the sweetest possible manner. “i dont like it when you do that, baby. you can do this instead, okay ?” he says all of this while thumbing your cheek and pressing his lips to your forehead . he encourages you to commmunicate with him as well. if you’re more on the shy side and struggle with setting boundaries, it’s cool because togame does it for you. if he does something and notices a change in your demeanor, he makes a mental note to never do it again. he doesn’t voice out his observations though, he knows you so he knows your first reaction would be to deny that you’re uncomfortable. when it comes to communication, he’ll never press you, but he always makes it clear that he’s ready to listen when you’re ready to talk.

boyfriend rating : ∞/10 ; better not break up with him, this man is one in a billion.

❤︎ AKIHIKO NIREI — THEODORE & ELEANOR

i think this was very obvious LMAOO

i feel like a lot of people think of theo and eleanor as the sunshine duo, but theodore is actually pretty soft and shy. the dynamic between them is much like i described for simon and jeanette, except here the roles are reversed.

theodore is extremely talented, has lots of potential really, but is always putting himself down, much like nirei. you play eleanor, always encouraging nirei to think better of himself and put himself out there, even when he thinks it’s a terrible idea.

i feel nirei, like theodore, always overcompensates. i mean he feels he’s not worthy of you so he always goes out of his way to make you a little something, give you a little gift, just anything to make him feel like he’s not dead weight tying you down in this relationship with him. he’ll never tell you he feels this way & so you’ll never know & be able to reassure him or tell him otherwise, but when you smile with blood tinged nose and kiss his cheeks in appreciation like he’s the only boy on earth, he thinks that’s all the reassurance he needs.

if you have avoidant attachement issues i am respectfully asking you to stay the hell away from him. HE CANNOT HANDLE IT. your constant hot and cold drives him crazy and affects him more than the average person. nirei is someone who loves and feels deeply. he’ll overthink even the smallest things, whether that’s you leaving him on read or a comment about how clingy he is. like i said nirei overcompensates, so when he’s more comfortable in the relationship he gets very affectionate; not in terms of physical touch ( he still needs you to initiate that most of the time, the best he can give by himself are hugs ) but in terms of words of affirmation, acts of service and gift giving. if you comment on how he’s been doing too much for you these days, even if you’re speaking from a place of ’you’re doing so much for me, you should take some time for yourself’, he’ll misinterpret it as you getting sick of him. he tries to tone his acts of affection down, but then he’s plagued with the fear of you leaving him because he’s not doing enough. it’s an endless cycle :( my poor baby please treat him well </3

boyfriend rating : 5.5/10. i fear his insecurity & trouble comunicating makes dating him difficult, and his constant need for reassurance can get suffocating.

❤︎ ENDO YAMATO — ALVIN & BRITTANY

when i think alvin and brittany i think teasing ( but whipped ) boyfriend and done with his antics girlfriend.

that’s you and endo one hundred percent. endo yamoto is always up to no good, making cheeky comments or hiding your stuff just to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. you’re so fucking done with him—you don’t even know why you’re still dating this bastard but on midsummer days when endo decides to be more boy less devil you’re reminded ( just a little ) of why you love him.

endo yamoto has his sweet moments. of course it’s obvious he worships you like a god, but you often forget because of his troublesome nature. endo yamato is always thinking of you. it’s evident in how he always comes home with one or two trinkets that reminded him of you, whether it’s something he saw in the window of an antique shop or a pretty rock with colors that match your eyes.

endo is also very clingy. when you’re doing your makeup, getting ready to go out, endo tugs you out of your vanity chair and sits down so he can pull you into his lap, arms snug around your waist as he buries his nose into your neck. the feeling of his breath warm against your shoulder blades is distracting and it’s even worse when he’s dragging his lips across your skin. you knock his head with a makeup brush to get him to pull away even if just for a second, but he only responds with a grunt before his palm trails it’s way up & under your shirt.

yeah, he’s fucking impossible.

but it’s endearing. also did i mention he’s constantly teasing you ? he’s your own personal bully. but god forbid someone tries to make a fool out of you. if it’s a girl, he hurls the most gruesome insults he can think of, and if it’s a guy, lets just say the local hospital is gonna be taking in one more patient tonight ( he is UNHINGED, but we love him regardless )

boyfriend rating : 7/10. he’s a good boyfriend, but can get pretty possessive and extreme sometimes. also he often hurts your feelings on accident </3

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[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Eleanor Parker (Scaramouche, The Sound of Music)— Eulogized as a ravishing beauty whose looks were merely ornamental to her craft, feast your eyes on Eleanor Parker. Listen! I know you're thinking of the Baroness in Sound of Music and saying NO I won't protect the woman who tried to steal him from Maria but forget about that (like you personally wouldn't shoot your shot with Plummer)! The trailer for Scaramouche describes her character Lenore as "The glamourous queen of the nightlife of Paris. A flame-haired wildcat" and this is a woman who was able to pull off that role, and you get the vibe she was like that irl too. There's a story about her changing hair colors that never fails to make me laugh. Take note of her stunning eyes! Her amazing legs! And to see her in motion is to make note of the aura about her, she has an amazing presence. Fall in love with Eleanor Parker today, and make your vote count!

Audrey Hepburn (My Fair Lady, Sabrina, Roman Holiday)—Growing up, Audrey Hepburn desperately wanting to be a professional ballerina, but she was starved during WWII and couldn't pursue her dream due to the effects of malnourishment. After she was cast in Roman Holiday, she skyrocketed to fame, and appeared in classics like My Fair Lady and Breakfast at Tiffany's. She's gorgeous, and mixes humor and class in all of her performances. After the majority of her acting career came to close, she became a UNICEF ambassador.

This is round 3 of the tournament. (yes I know it says round 2 in the poll. sometimes I post these when I’m sleepy.) All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Eleanor Parker:

“When I’m spotted somewhere, it means that my characterizations haven’t covered up Eleanor Parker the person. I prefer it the other way around.” So shy she was actively nervous about winning awards in person, her personal life remains mostly behind the scenes. But on screen? she was a force majeure. It's a shame the role most people remember her in is the Baroness in The Sound of Music, but then again, it did make Christopher Plummer reminisce upon her passing “I was sure she was enchanted and would live forever.”

Listen we all know Christopher Plummer and Julie Andrews had insane chemistry but the Baroness deserves some love too! She has such a glamorous presence but not in a hard way

She will be known as the fabulous baroness in TSOM, but she was so much more than that. Just as comfortable in westerns or melodrama, the scheming other woman, and the beauty that wins the heart of every man in town.

Audrey Hepburn propaganda:

"She may be a wispy, thin little thing, but when you see that girl, you know you're really in the presence of something. In that league there's only ever been Garbo, and the other Hepburn, and maybe Bergman. It's a rare quality, but boy, do you know when you've found it." - Billy Wilder

Raised money for the resistance in nazi occupied Hungary. Became a humanitarian after retiring. Two very sexy things to do!

where to begin......... i wont her so bad. i literally dont know what to say.

My dude. The big doe eyes, the cheekbones, the voice. The flawless way she carried herself. She was never in a movie where she wasn't drop dead gorgeous. Oh, also the fact she raised funds against the Nazis doing BALLET and she won the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her humanitarian work.

"It’s as if she dropped out of the sky into the ’50s, half wood-nymph, half princess, and then disappeared in her golden coach, wearing her glass slippers and leaving no footprints." - Molly Haskell

"All I want for Christmas is to make another movie with Audrey Hepburn." - Cary Grant

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I know people nowadays are probably sick of seeing her with all the beauty and fashion merch around that depicts her and/or Marilyn Monroe but she is considered a classic Hollywood beauty for a reason. Ironically in her day she was more of the alternative beauty when compared to many of her contemporaries. She always came off with such elegance and grace, and she was so charming. Apparently she was a delight to work with considering how many of her co-stars had wonderful things to say about her. Outside of her beauty and acting ability she was immensely kind. She helped raise funds for the Dutch resistance during WWII by putting on underground dance performances as well as volunteering at hospitals and other small things to help the resistance. During her Hollywood career and later years she worked with UNICEF a lot. Just an all around beautiful person both inside and out.

No one could wear clothes in this era like she could. She was every major designer's favorite star and as such her films are time capsules of high fashion at the time. But beyond that, she had such an elegance in her screen presence that belied a broad range of ability. From a naive princess, to a confused widow, to a loving and mischievous daughter, she could play it all.

Look at that woman's neck. Don't you want to bite it?

[margareth-lv]

🤕 No pain, no gain 🤕

There's an old saying that goes something like:

You know, the idea that everything ultimately has a cost and nothing in life is truly free.

In this context, the comment @auburncurlslass under my Saturday note gave me food for thought:

Another thought…..how did the B list actress score a seat next to the lead A list actor?? Does Bradley really know Caitriona? If so, how or what is the connection?🧐🧐🧐🧐

*** *** ***

Perhaps my reasoning is too simple, too simplistic. Perhaps the flow of my associations is also too simplistic, perhaps by simplifying I am making a mistake in my reasoning. I take this into account. Especially since I'm making my argument based on a few photos published on Instagram, not based on hard data. But what do we see from a few photos on Instagram?

(By the way, let's not forget that Sam flew to the USA at the time, so there's no doubt that Sam and Caitriona lead completely separate lives and have nothing in common. After all, nobody remembers that they both dropped off the radar in previous weeks. Sure, they weren't in the SM, but they couldn't have been together in real life at the time, as they lead completely separate lives, as they have repeatedly emphasised).

*** *** ***

Well, the course of events, reconstructed from several photos published on Instagram, is that on Wednesday 29 November 2023, Caitriona was standing (with a strange expression on her face) next to a half-dead and unwashed PA (a man who has always and for years had no career and no social media presence). She allowed her (and her PA's) photograph to be taken and published by GettyImages.

They appeared together at the special screening after party for 'Leave The World Behind'.

By the way, isn't the title significant?

This is proof #1.

*** *** ***

Two days later, on Friday 2 December 2023, a completely transformed Cait, with a beaming smile on her relaxed face, poses for a photo with the actress who plays one of the main roles in the film 'Maestro', Carey Mulligan.

We later learn that Cait was invited to an 'intimate lunch' organised by agency Finch+Partners to celebrate #MaestroFilm, directed and starring Bradley Cooper.

[Side note: ‚Maestro’ centers on the relationship between American composer Leonard Bernstein and his wife Felicia Montealegre. The film stars Carey Mulligan as Montealegre alongside Cooper as Bernstein. The film was scheduled for a limited theatrical release on November 22, 2023, before streaming on Netflix on December 20. It received positive reviews from critics. Source: Wikipedia]

During the lunch, Caitriona sits at the table next to Cooper, in front of Carey Mulligan (can you think of a better place to sit at the table?) and laughs at the jokes Charles Finch tells. How did she get there?

This is evidence #2.

Of course, there's no sign of the PA at lunch, it's a meeting in a small circle of trusted people. Caitríona doesn't flinch nervously, but laughs out loud.

*** *** ***

I search Google for a while. The agency Finch+Partners has Lionsgate as a client.

As well as Chanel and DeBeers, among many others.

The connection between Finch+Partners, Cait and Lionsgate is obvious.

Could it be that Wednesday's PA photo was the price she paid for the opportunity to have lunch with Bradley Cooper?

No pain, no gain. And there's no such thing as a free lunch.

The Finch+Partners connection to Cait, Chanel and DeBeers is more fun.

It leads straight to Eleanor May Tomlinson, 31, an English actress.

After all, both Cait and Eleanor are kissing the same guy. This is bound to lead to some amusing associations.

... like the same jumpsuit from Finch+Partners client, Chanel.

*** *** ***

And two years earlier, a shared presence at DeBeers Jewellers London Flagship Store opening event (24 November 2021):

Without a doubt, this is a small world.

💰💰💰

And you see: obedience pays.

If you know your place in the ranks, listen to your bosses and stick to the script of your life written by psychopaths, you can expect to reap the rewards.

Lunching with Bradley Cooper.

Wearing the beautiful clothes of Chanel.

[December 4, 2023]

[natalie-goodmn]

Next to Normal round 3 thoughts:

there’s a lot of things I noticed this time that I didn’t before but that’s just bc as a Natalie stan I must be looking at her the whole time

- I never noticed Gabe throwing Dan’s keys in Just Another Day before that’s SO funny

- I also finally saw Diana kiss Henry, she really WENT FOR IT

- is it just me or does the Wyndhams need to turn up their mics?? Maybe it’s just that I need it In My Ear Canal but I’ve noticed the singing is a bit quiet (I also didn’t notice this in Oklahoma)

- I love Gabe holding the microphones to Natalie and Dan during their I’m Alive dialogue. He might be a demon with the spirit of a dead two year old but he’s sooo silly :D

(this is getting long so more under the cut)

- something something Natalie playing her fake keyboard with the band’s piano behind her, something acting and pretending like she’s a normal person with a normal family

- I just realised that Gabe AND Natalie licks up Diana’s leg. Diversity win

- the parallels of Gabe and Diana reaching out to each other in Im Alive vs Natalie reaching down to her in Wish I Were Here (and maybe Catch Me I’m Falling) i feel sick,,,

- Gabe holding Diana in I Am the One like Henry’s holding Natalie, welcome back Freudian Gabe

- also the head kiss parallel with Gabe in Just Another Day and before he’s about to leave in I Dreamed a Dance

- the blood is so visceral but a part of me misses the bway staging too where they just walk off slowly and as dr madden talks abt Diana’s attempt. It’s basically the same thing but the reveal felt slower idk

- also man every time I miss the donmar staging of the one tiny bit where Dan’s going “Is this helping or? Di?” as Diana just walks off and back to the therapy chair. Idk it just felt like dissociation better to me, but I do like Ominous Circle Of Thinking

- I also love love love how they play the “I love you as much as I can” in this. They play it like a failed charm roll, and you really get everyone’s frustration and that she’s trying hard

- and then in Maybe when you see that Diana actually knows Natalie deeply bc she’s like her,,, hold on. Similarly, I love how the first person Natalie hugs in act two (I think?) is Diana instead of Henry. Me when the real story is between a mother and daughter (mamma Mia who)

- Diana rolling her eyes and mouthing ‘oh my fucking-‘ to Dan going “can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of” is maybe the best representation of anxiety and I’m not even kidding, MOOD Diana

- god I know it’s been in all the productions but I love how much agency Diana has, you rarely see it with mentally ill characters but she’s so funny and knows what she wants and I love her

- everyone’s said it, everyone knows it but JACK WOLFE god he’s amazing every time

- I’ve thought this both times, is it just me or when Gabe is silhouetted (I think with the music box) is his neck like inhumanly thin??? Like genuinely asking, I don’t think that’s Jack’s neck?? Is it?? Am I just misunderstanding human anatomy when someone wears a hoodie

- I’ve said it before but I Am the One reprise is one of the best scenes in musical theatre and it should end there. I’m a Light hater SORRY, I like the message a lot but it’s always felt like a studio note or something where they’ve been told that it has to be uplifting at the end or it’ll do badly and make everyone sad

- natalie,,, covering her ears and her big headphones. Autism. Also really love Eleanor’s portrayal of her anxiety. Instead of Jen’s anger, she has a hamster like anxiety quality to her (complimentary)

- also I swear I see no one talk about it WHEN GABE TOUCHED NATALIE’S HAND??? AND SHE NOTICES SOMETHING??? That’s new for this production right?? Theories???

- Natalie starting to tidy up Gabe’s toys,,, she’s breaking the cycle,, she’s the hope. And playing with them with Henry and showing him the bunny toy 😭

- I’ll say it. The “you’re like number one on my list of problems” doesn’t work that well if you don’t have Jen and Adam’s sarcasm. Too earnest. Banned.

- I’ve said a lot abt this Henry but I actually like this act 2! He plays him v desperate and anxious which I don’t think Adam does, it shows the stakes for act two. Also his arc UGH. From being a Dan parallel where he’s saying he’ll be perfect for her and that he wants who he knew and that he’ll stay anyway because he made a promise to,,, the dance and saying that he’ll stay bc he loves her and he doesn’t care if she goes crazy

- Also I think Natalie mouths ‘help me’ as she stops Henry from walking off in A Promise owwww

- also Henry apologising to the pianist after the recital (I think?) and picking up Natalie’s bag from the club 😭

[nburkhardt]

Somebody Loves You, You Got a Friend (part 9)

Other parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Hello and we’re back to school, it’s a day after the last part. (With a time jump at some point) And I think I copied a lot from my notes, so you get an extra long part 😘

Also I don’t think I mentioned this before but the title is lyrics from Andy Grammer’s song Spaceship! (The song is him talking to his unborn baby)

Eddie drags himself to school, even if Janet suggested just dropping out of Hawkins High and going to the school Steve finished from. But he’s determined to finish just to flip all of them off for thinking he’s nothing.

Luckily, Gareth not only had his homework from yesterday but he also filled him in on what happened in at least their shared classes. Then he stayed for dinner and officially met Janet.

He stops dead in his walk to his locker when he spots Nancy Wheeler standing right by it, groaning he makes his way over, “Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it Wheeler”

She bristles at him, crossing her arms, “You were at Steve’s yesterday”

Of all the things, she starts with. And it’s that? Well, he smirks and turns to her, and knows others in the hall are also listening in.

“I was, Stevie and I are just great friends” he easily lets out, and his smirk turns to a full manic grin when he hears gasps, he fakes a pout, “he and I were sick, I didn’t want my poor uncle also catching it, so I stayed with Stevie”

He can’t fucking wait to tell this to Stevie.

Whispers are immediate and Nancy looks completely taken back, so he sighs, “leave me alone, Nancy. You broke up with him, not the other way around and it’s been a year.”

He leaves with that and slams his locker shut before making his way to class.

Lunch rolls around and he’s listening to Grant and Jeff whine about not seeing Eleanor after Gareth bragged about seeing her. He rolls his eyes, “you do know she’s still sick, right? He only got to see her, he couldn’t even hold her”

That causes his two friends to shut up and Gareth laughs, “they can’t help it Ed, she’s just so adorable”

“Who’s adorable?”

He looks up and finds Dustin and Lucas sitting down, “eh just my-“

“His baby….cousin” Gareth

“His…cat” Jeff

“I don’t know who we’re talking about are we even sure it’s a she?” Grant

Eddie rolls his eyes and pointedly stares at Grant, because, what the fuck kind of excuse is that? He looks between the two freshmen and thinks ‘at least it’s not Wheeler Jr.’

So he clears his throat and catches all of their attention, “Gareth’s right, she is my baby….cousin” both Gareth and himself had a ridiculous long pause between the words, “she’s sick right now and only so many people can hold her”

That seems to hold them over and he eats his lunch in silence.

Just before lunch finishes, he’s happily resting his head on the table with his eyes closed and listening to his friends arguing over nothing important, when someone taps him on the shoulder, “I don’t care who that is, I’m beat. Go away”

“Munson, come on, aren’t you selling?”

His eyes snap open and he realizes his friends are all quiet, turning around he finds fucking Jason Carver’s crew behind him with Andy leading. “I haven’t sold anything in months, fuck off”

It causes the basketball team to laugh, “what you’ve gone clean?”

He rolls his eyes, “that’s usually what that means. I don’t have anything to give you”

The jocks all glare at him and Andy shoves him into the table, “full of shit” muttered under his breath and all that does, is makes him roll his eyes and hiss when his chest aches.

“Dude, you good?” Grant holds his shoulder, “that looks like it hurt”

Nodding, he touches his chest and winces. Already trying to figure out how to explain that to Steve. “It did, fuck, why did I ever think selling was a good way to life?”

That breaks whatever spell was over his friends, causing all of them to laugh. It’s only Gareth that shakes his head and mutters “all it took was knocking Steve up to get your head outta your ass” to him.

Which, well, he’s not wrong.

Once he’s at home, he finds Steve and Eleanor taking a nap. So, he checks out his chest and he winces at the red mark from the table.

He hears a groan and it makes him drop his shirt, looking back inside the room to find Steve tossing in bed. Peeking at Eleanor, she’s still asleep before making his way into bed, “Hey sleeping beauty” he presses a kiss to Steve’s shoulder.

“Hm, if I’m sleeping beauty, does that make you prince phillip?”

Laughing softly, he grabs hold of Steve’s arm to move him to his back, “hm, I guess it does”

Eddie puts what happened at lunch to the back of his mind and instead lazily makes out with Steve. Because this? This is what he’d rather be doing.

——————

Eleanor starts walking at six months, which is also when Hawkins High unfortunately finds out what happened all those months ago.

Steve and Eddie aren’t embarrassed, they aren’t ashamed either. They just like having their privacy and enjoying life without all the expectations others had for them.

Their friends had suggested bringing her to the park and so, the six of them made their way to the only baby friendly park in town.

They’re an odd looking bunch, so almost immediately people notice them. Eddie is holding Eleanor’s hand and helping her walk and Steve is in front of them encouraging the little girl to move towards him. Their friends are all cheering her on.

It’s when Steve catches her and spins around while pressing kisses all over her face, and the praise, “my baby is so smart, gonna make all of us chase her soon!” That really makes those around whisper.

The group is sitting in a circle on the grass, trying to get her to go to each of them when Dustin and Lucas spots them on their bikes. Their friends nearly crash into them, “what the fuck dude?”

Both Dustin and Lucas have no words, they just point towards the group and they hear the giggles from Eleanor as Eddie presses kisses all over her face before letting her go and standing her up.

“Is that, Eddie?” Mike looks so dumbfounded, then his eyes go wide at who Eddie drags into his lap, “is that STEVE?”

“Eddie knows Steve?” “didn’t he leave town?” “Whose baby is that?”

Will is the only one that moves towards the group and it isn’t until he’s half way over that his friends follow over, catching the attention of Eddie and Steve. Eleanor wiggles out of Jeff’s hold and crawls over to her parents, Steve scooping her up easily as the four boys stop next to them.

“Aren’t you guys a little old for this type of park?” Gareth raises an eyebrow at them, “isn’t the age limit 5?”

Eddie giggles and looks up at the younger teens, “what’s up little sheep?”

Mike is just openly gaping at Steve, who’s swaying slightly and holding the baby as if he’s been doing it his whole life. Dustin is the one that points at the little family and cutting straight to the point, “uh, what? are you guys like a couple?”

It makes all of the older teens burst out to laugh, Steve hides his face by the little baby while Eddie is nearly falling backwards at how hard he’s laughing. It’s neither of the young parents that answer, instead it’s Grant, “Eddie and Steve are the absolute worst kind of couple. I swear it’s like they’re already mated sometimes”

It clearly blows their minds because their eyes widen and all the words die on their tongues.

Steve glared at Grant, “I already told you! We can’t, we both have to be eighteen!”

The rest of them roll their eyes, while Jeff leans over and poke at his cheek, “Ellie here would say other wise”

It brings a full blown blush to both their cheeks.

“Is- is she yours?” It’s Will that says this, he’s also blushing. He seems to be the only one to get out of the shock. The other three is still frozen with their mouths dropped at Eddie and Steve and Eleanor.

Steve sighs and looks between the boys, “Yeah, she is. I had her just before the school year started.” Eleanor lets out a whine, causing him to look down and he patted her back before look at his watch, “and it’s time to feed her, so Eds and I gotta go.”

The younger teens saw the rest grimace before standing up, Gareth helping Steve stand up while Eddie jumped up afterwards, “it’s been fun, young sheep.”

The five friends just know, come tomorrow, Eddie and Steve will be the talk of the school.

——— The next day ———

It’s nearly the second Eddie enters the school that eyes are on him. He doesn’t know how or who, but it’s definitely been said. It’s out and the only thing he’s happy about is that Steve is no longer in this school. That he’s at home chasing Eleanor around the house.

Steve has never admitted it and lies through his teeth when he says rumors don’t bother him, but Eddie’s spent enough time with him and has been told by Janet that rumors definitely do mess with Steve. That it gets to him like anyone else.

Luckily, he’s been the town freak long enough that most things roll off him. So, he’s not at all ashamed when the first set of whispers happen as he walks to his locker.

Somehow he makes it all the way to second period before someone finally is brave enough to actually ask him anything, which is frankly, amazing.

“So, I heard a rumor” it’s Chrissy Cunningham that whispers next to him, and he looks away from the teacher, her eyes wide as she speaks. She actually looks shocked, like she didn’t mean to say anything. He rolls his hand to get her to speak more.

She shakes her head and glances to the front, finding the teacher moving around the classroom. “Is it- true?”

“Is what true?” He’s a petty asshole, he knows exactly what she’s asking.

She opens her mouth, then snaps it shut when the teacher hands her papers. Then mouths, “after?”

Shrugging, he continues on doodling as he blindly grabs the paper from the teacher. Ignoring the annoyance rolling of them.

‘After’ turns out to be as soon as the bell rings, and not just Chrissy is looking at him. But several other people, and unlike Chrissy. They’re not at all ashamed or embarrassed to ask the unsaid question.

“Is it true that you and Steve Harrington have a baby?”

There’s poorly disguised annoyance or maybe disgust, he doesn’t know and honestly? That’s what makes him smirk at them, “Oh, is that the rumor? Well, it seems the secret’s out.”

All of them gasp and he pulls his bag over his shoulder and gives a bow before making his way out of the room with them speechless.

“What did you do?” He grins as Gareth falls into step with him, “I know that look all too well, Eddie”

He laughs and throws his arm around him, “Oh my dear Gareth, someone has loose lips and Stevie and I are the talk of the school” he fakes a gasp with his hand against his chest, “and you wouldn’t believe it! I didn’t deny it”

Gareth just shakes his head and doesn’t question him, which is a nice change to the whispers.

He gets asked the same question five more times between the first and lunch. The younger members of hellfire all question him the minute he sits down and he’s surprised to see them whispering between each other at first.

Then, as he’s listening to Jeff gush about Eleanor and Gareth explaining how much of a helicopter parent Steve can be, someone taps on his shoulder. He has a very good idea at who it is and he’s already grinning that manic smile that usually scares people away.

His friends’ voices die down as his eyes land on Nancy Wheeler.

“Is it true? Did you really get Steve pregnant and are now parents to a baby? Is that why he disappeared?”

She’s looking at him with the same determination like the week before when she was trying to say he wasn’t good for Steve. Like she knew his boyfriend better than him.

“Stevie and I are the proud parents of one six month old baby.” He says simply and then points to where Mike is, “Little Wheeler saw yesterday. She’s very much real, and no, Stevie never disappeared. We just don’t go to many places.”

Nancy isn’t the only one to grow silent, that’s when he notices so many eyes on them. He’s not surprised, it’s a little disappointing he wasn’t standing on the table for this.

“Six months?” Nancy whispers, “is, is that why he wouldn’t-“ she snaps her mouth shut and he notices the freshmen all widen their eyes.

Before he could ask what the hell happened just now, Gareth clears his throat and points at a very disgusted looking Jason Carver. He grins, hops up on the table with a point, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I’d like to address the rumors going around. For starters, I’d like to say that I’m so glad Stevie is no longer here, because all of you are fucking assholes, and secondly, those rumors are completely true. Not that any of you needed to know”

He jumps off the table and grins a little too crazy at Carver, “would you like something, Carver?”

The other alpha snapped his mouth shut and curled his hands into fists, spitting out, “you really are a freak, and you made King Steve one!”

His mood is instantly changed and his friends all widen their eyes as his scent is immediately giving away just how pissed off he is.

The whole cafeteria is silent.

“What was that? Did I hear you correctly?”

His words are nearly whispered, his face not giving anything away even with his scent betraying it. He narrowed his eyes at Carver, who is stuck still. Either from realizing how much he screwed up or by Eddie’s completely pissed off scent.

Eddie can handle rumors, he can handle people talking about him. It’s simple and he’s built up enough tolerance for it that everything rolls off him easier.

But speaking about Steve?

Yeah, he can’t handle that.

Someone could drop a pin and everyone would hear it as they watched Jason standing over Eddie. Still frozen while Eddie slowly stood up, using his height to his advantage.

“Speak about me all you want, Carver. I don’t give a damn, I know I’m a freak. But do not speak about Steve. I will make your life a living hell if you do” he whispers as he stops next to him, “I’ll be that little devil worshipper you truly believe I am, I will.”

It breaks the spell and Carver hightails it away with one last glare and the rest of the cafeteria comes back to life with whispers and laughter. Eddie just sits back down and controls his scent, his friends all staring at him. Only Gareth getting up, squeezing his shoulder before walking away with a promise to be back.

The rest of the day passes by without anyone else questioning him. There’s definitely whispers still and stares, but no one is brave enough to say anything to him.

Which he is so thankful for.

He’s making his way to the drama room, absolutely dreading hellfire mostly because it means another hour or three away from the two he really wants to be with. Sighing, he pushes the door only to be met with a squealing and the very noticeable scent of lemon and honey.

He’s met with a sheepish Gareth standing next to a grinning Steve, Eleanor already in Jeff’s lap trying to grab his dice.

~~~

I’m gonna end it there, the secrets out! Everyone knows of the cutie we all love Ellie 🩷

I have a little bit more written out, so nows the perfect time to give me some ideas for what else I can add to this! I haven’t really thought out where to go with the party or involving anything with the upside down. This was only supposed to be a slice of life fic between Steddie & their daughter. But maybe I’ll add a few more parts if people want it 😊 also let me know if you see any typos or mistakes lol

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[alohastyles-x]

can i please request a Kate Bishop x femReader with Enchanted fluff piece where at a charity event Reader sees Kate at speaking with someone else and assumes they’re dating and the other person kisses Kate and Reader is hurt but Kate comforts her

There I was again tonight | Forcing laughter, faking smiles | Same old tired, lonely place | Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy | Vanished when I saw your face | All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you

please dont be in love with someone else | please don't have somebody waiting for you

note: This is apart of my Cruel Summer Project. This idea was beautiful and tied right into another req that'll be the part 2 of this story! I truly hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 2.4k

trope / pairing: hurt comfort, k.b. x fem!reader

warnings: did not proof read

The air was thick with insincerity, as business partners and rivals mingled together, forming and breaking deals. Black and white attire painted the room, low lights bouncing off the expensive jewelry adorning the womens’ necks, marking who was worth the fight and who wasn’t– or rather, who had the money. 

This was not what you would consider a ‘party’, as your mother described it, dragging you along. For one, the tight black dress was too tight, suffocating your curves. The music also sucked, a string quartet playing a whimsical piece in the corner. Classical music is usually not an indicator of a party. But the food was decent. As you looked at the spread, you decided you’d stay at least for that. 

There really was no point in you being here, aside from your mom showing you off as her proudly esteemed heir of the company. No one bothered to come up and talk to you, leaving you to hide by the food table and snack all night. Honestly, it was much preferred than whatever was going on in the main hall. 

You may be the heir, but when it comes to the business itself, you have no idea what it all entails to run it– let alone make partnerships here. 

All in due time, your mother had said, to which you just rolled your eyes. Running the company one day wasn’t what you wanted to do, but no one ever asked you that. Not in a sincere way at least. So you faked a smile, saying that one day you’d like to follow in your brilliant mothers footsteps. Hey, if you were going to lie, you might as well earn some brownie points from it. 

After taking a swig of champaign, and loading your little plate with sweets, you headed back to the main hall. The party was even more lively now, as business owners and partners continued to stroll in the door. You watched, intrigued by those worthy enough of an invite to the event hosted tonight. Intrigued by one individual in particular. 

You knew her, her long wavy hair a dead giveaway. She wore a sleek black suit, melting into the color of her hair, bringing out the blueish purple of her eyes. She was stunning, in every possible way, intimidating - yes, but stunning all the same. 

Her name was Kate Bishop, and she was the daughter of Eleanor- your moms personal rival in the business world. They had hated each other for a while, always going after the others’ clients, or using the two of you to gain insight on the other’s company. Through the spying though, you and Kate had come to a realization. You actually liked each other… like, enough to be friends. Your parents disapproved, but after promising each other not to sabotage, a friendship blossomed between the two of you. 

You’d be in denial if you didn’t say it wasn’t something more than that though, as your heart pounded when she finally looked your way. A bright smile grazed her features, making your chest even tighter, a heat growing in the pit of your stomach. 

Oh the things she did to you. 

“Hey! Tell me, is this party as lame as all the others,” Kate said, a giggle following close behind. 

“Oh very,” you responded. She eyed the tiny plate in your hands now half full of sweets. You held it out, offering her whatever she wanted. She settled for a mini brownie, popping it into her mouth. You swallowed, turning to look at literally anything else in the room. 

“So, any new prospects?” Kate asked, nodding slightly towards a group of guys your age huddled in the corner. She had no idea of the feelings you harbored for her. 

“Oh, no. I think I’m just going to focus on my studies,” you answered, sipping the champagne. Kate snorted, shaking her head.

“You can do that and have fun, you know.”

“I do have fun… with you!” You countered, nudging her arm. 

“This is true, I am a whole party myself. But you know what I mean.” She nodded towards the group again, and you noted that this time they were all staring back, whispering between themselves. 

“I… I don’t know if that’s really my style,” you said sheepishly. She looked at you curiously, before her eyes grew wide. 

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid! I didn’t even think to consider who you were into,” Kate fumbled with her words. Sexuality hadn’t been something either of you talked about. You knew Kate was into girls, but she had never asked about yours. 

“No, it's okay,” you said, offering her a gentle smile. It never really bothered you, as it was something you were still figuring out yourself. 

“Alright, well in that case-” 

“Kate!” Her mom interrupted, waving her over. Kate groaned and motioned that she’d be right back. 

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding that entire time. Kate had joined her mom in conversation with some guy and his daughter, presumably striking up a business deal. You smiled as you watched Kate try to act interested. She turned to look back at you, sending a wink your way that made you blush.

You looked down to notice your plate was empty now. Swallowing the last of your campaign, you went to the bus bucket to drop them off. 

“y/n!” You heard your mother say, before you saw her. She was stunning, even at her age. All the men- and women for that matter- knew it too. You put on the best fake smile you could muster as her and a potential business partner strutted up to you. 

“Hi mother,” you said delicately, looping your arm in hers. The two of you were close, but the trick was to appear as if the two of you were lifelong friends. It gave men the sense of a girlhood bond- strong to the core, full of secrets and opportunity. 

“This is Mark, the guy I was talking to you about,” her eyes twinkled as she spoke. Mark was a handsome man, rigid and formal with a hint of adventure behind this business facade. You didn’t miss the way your mom looked at him– or the way he looked at her. You smiled. 

“Hello Mark, I’m y/n, as you may have guessed.” A bright laughter that you hadn’t heard in years came from your mom. Clearly this man was someone to impress, and you were all for helping your mom secure happiness. 

“As I presumed, it’s nice to meet you. Now, I hear…” Mark trailed off, but you had stopped paying attention. 

Just past him you saw Kate walking hand in hand with the girl from before. They were headed towards one of the back exits, looking around anxiously as they did so. Your smile faded slightly as they disappeared. In every way your mind was telling you to stay put, your feet were itching to move. 

“I’m sorry, could you please excuse me for one second?” You asked, hiking up the hem of your dress a bit so you could follow Kate and this mysterious girl. Your mom tried to protest, but her pleas fell on deaf ears as you took off. 

Mark was more than understanding, writing it off as a bored young adult looking for her escape. 

The door Kate left led to a hallway, illuminated by dim yellow lights. Multiple hallways branched off the sides leading to various conference and hotel rooms. A pit grew in your stomach as you continued to wander through the halls. You weren’t entirely sure what came over you, practically running through the halls to see what Kate and this mysterious girl were up to. 

But like they say… curiosity killed the cat. 

You turned down a particular hallway that led into an open room- another conference room behind the open doors. 

Kate and this mysterious girl were leaned in close, Kate pressed up against the table. She laughed lightly as the girl leaned in, placing a delicate kiss on Kate’s lips.  Your stomach dropped at the sight. A weird mix of emotions flooded through you; jealousy, confusion, hurt- although you weren’t entirely sure you had that right to feel hurt. The two of you had never discussed feelings between the two of you- especially since she had just figured out you even had feelings for girls. But nonetheless, hurt ravaged your heart, breaking it more the longer you stood there. 

Kate had reached her hand up towards the mysterious girl, and that was when you figured you had enough. A slight sob escaped your lips as you turned to run back down the hall. 

Kate pushed the mysterious girl away, looking at her with rage in her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, the light caught the shimmers in your dress and she knew you had seen what just happened. 

“Lily, what the actual fuck?” Kate asked, turning her attention back to the girl before her. 

“What? I thought we were having fun?” Lily said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. Kate should have known she was trouble the second Lily led her away from the party. She had said she needed some air, and had asked Kate to join her. She was so stupid for believing her. 

“No, Lily, no. I gotta go.” Kate pushed past Lily, running down the hallway after you. There was no telling where you went, with so many endless doors off the halls and branching hallways. 

“Damn it,” Kate muttered under her breath after throwing open a few doors with nothing behind them. 

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and pulled up your contact. She pressed the ‘call’ button with such vigor, she was surprised she didn’t break her phone screen. The phone rang three times before you picked up.

“Hello?” You sounded like you had been crying. Kate kicked herself, running her hand over her face.

“y/n, where are you?” 

“I’m… uh, why is everything okay?” You tried your best to sound normal, like you hadn’t just broken down in an abandoned conference room. It was already hard enough having to wrestle with knowing you had feelings for your best friend. It was almost even harder to unexpectedly witness her kissing someone else. At least if she liked someone she would tell you, you’d have that warning to mentally prepare yourself. 

“Tell me where you are. Now.” Kate uttered the last word so firmly, you had no choice but to tell her where you were. She hung up, and took off down one of the side halls at the end of the main hallway. 

The conference doors flew open. Kate stood in the doorway, breathing heavily as she caught her breath from running. You were leaning against the table, your dress pooling around you. Mascara streaks ran down your cheeks, the sight breaking Kate’s heart instantly. 

“y/n, what’s wrong?” Kate's voice was soft, her movements slow and delicate as she made her way to you. 

“It's nothing,” you lied, putting on your best fake smile. She looked at you with a look that said “I’m not stupid”. You rolled your eyes. 

“Is it because of Lily?” 

“Who’s that?” You asked. 

“The girl you saw me with just now.” 

“Oh, her. No, I mean, I just didn’t know you were seeing anyone is all.” Your words were jumbled, coming out fast. Kate snickered. She stood before you now, inches from your face. Her fingers reached out and delicately ran along your jaw and under your chin. She tilted your chin up to look at her. 

“I’m not seeing anyone. Lily said she needed some air, and asked if I could come with her. She kissed me, and I pushed her off. You just ran away before you saw that,” she whispered. Her eyes focused on yours, every emotion displayed in them. She was sad, sad you didn’t see that part, angry at Lily for scheming, and most of all guilty. 

Guilty for not seeing what was now undeniably in front of the two of you. 

“Oh,” was all you whispered back, too scared to say anything else. It was obvious now, your feelings for Kate now the elephant in the room. Her eyes softened as she continued to look at you.

“How long?”

“What?” 

“How long have you had feelings for me?” She was curious how long she had been blind. 

“For a while now, I think since I first met you, but we were only kids, so I can’t be sure.” You confessed, tearing your eyes away from her gaze. Silence filled the void between the two of you for a few minutes. 

“Look at me,” she whispered. Your lips quivered as you brought your gaze back to hers. The way she was looking at you made you want to melt. Her gaze was soft, yet fiery, like an untamed blaze starting to grow. 

She leaned in, the smell of her perfume filling your senses. It was almost overwhelming. The scent of her, the way her hand came up to cup your cheek, the way her body felt pressed against you. 

Her lips found yours, kissing you delicately as if you’d break under the pressure. Her lips were soft, and that alone made you nearly come undone before her, a soft moan nearly escaping your lips. 

Your fingers found her hair, nestling themselves against her scalp, as the ferocity of which she kissed you increased. The passion burned, fiery and loud between the two of you, as you fumbled to touch each other in every way possible. 

You pulled away slightly, guiding her to your neck. Her teeth nipped at your skin slightly, a moan escaping you. She wasn’t there long however, before her lips missed the taste of yours. 

It was during this second interaction, the second round of a fiery passionate match of kisses, that the two of you were interrupted. 

The doors slammed open, a group of businessmen waiting to finalize the papers on a business decision standing in the doorway. That wasn’t the worst part, however. No, no. The worst part was that your moms stood at the forefront of the group, mouths gaping at the sight of their daughters engaging in this kind of activity. 

“Oh shit,” was all Kate said, as she took a step back. 

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[spontaneousglitterbees]

Video description under the cut!

Hey there! If this is your first encounter with Synthesizer V (SynthV), welcome to the world of vocal synthesis. These guys ('voicebanks') are ethically-sourced with full knowledge and consent by their voice providers. I'll spare you the full details, but they are much more akin to cousins of Hatsune Miku and Vocaloid than AI music. Voicebanks take human effort to input and tune, just like an instrument. The purpose of these voices is not to replace humans, but instead to enable creativity by letting artists for whom it would be impractical to hire a vocalist still create vocal music. I made this cover not to substitute or replace the original, but for the same reasons you might want to play the song on any other instrument- it's fun!

Also some of them have fun anime representations. Kevin, our Very Normal Man Paul Matthews, does not (officially, at least). He is represented by a letter 'K', in contrast to almost everyone else in this cover.

Speaking of, if you are on the other side of this equation and are here for my vocalsynth stuff but haven't seen this musical before: Welcome to the weird world of Hatchetfield, a small island town in Michigan where things go spectacularly wrong with alarming frequency. This song is my favorite from the first musical in a trilogy, "The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals". It's about Paul Matthews, the titular Guy, as he finds himself at the mercy of an instrument of the end of the world. The proshot is free on YouTube, and well worth the watch, even if only for the context here.

… Also, many (including me) headcanon Paul is autistic and the musical can be read as about his experience as an autistic adult. If that sweetens the pot for anyone.

Credits, and that sweet SVP link:

Footage from The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals- https://youtu.be/IrxKX44qBJ0 Music and Lyrics by Jeff Blim SVP by Glitterbees- tinyurl.com/4ns3v3e8

If you enjoyed, please support the original release!

Starring, in order of appearance: Mr. Davidson - JUN Nora (Emma's Boss) - Eleanor Forte Prof. Hidgens - ASTERIAN Greenpeace Girl - SOLARIA Bill (Chorus) - Mo Chen Hatchetfield Bee (Chorus) - Stardust Infinity Paul Matthews - Kevin

I can't believe this is the first time I've used Stardust on the channel,, I did just get her, though. Plus, I didn't know who to make Ted. It's more balanced this way.

(Psst, if you're a vsynth newbie and interested in song-based storytelling, might I interest you in the Evillious Chronicles? I have a big playlist on my channel, and can give some recs on where else to start if you leave a comment)

What's in your soul? Is your heart so damp and bleak that you won’t give us a peek of your soul?

Just let it out! There's a voice inside of you on the edge of coming through. What's it about?

And I know it's a singular voice, Paul. You've just got to give up your choice!

Just let it out, let it out, let it out! Let it out, let it out, let it out! Just let it out, let it out, let it out! Let it out, let it out—

Never!

What was that?

You let it out….

Was that a note, or just a sound? Am I finally coming 'round to rhyming scheme? Oh god! Just stop it! I’m split in two! Is this me, or is this you? Am I dead? I’m coming apart at the seams! La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. No! No-no-no-no-no-no-no!

Just let it out, let it out, let it out! Let it out, let it out, let it out! Just let it out, let it out, let it out! Let it out, let it out, let it—

I’ve never been happy. Wouldn’t that be nice? Is this the secret? Singing and dancing through life? Is my integrity worth anything at all? … But happiness can’t come before its fall.

Am I crazy? Maybe I’ve always been. Become what I’ve hated? Or maybe I never did…. It’s awful freeing now, to share the hate I've felt. But what will I let in if I let it out?

Let it out, let it out.

Am I crazy? I don't think so.

Let it out, let it out, let it out!

Maybe I've always been…

Just let it out, let it out, let it out!

God help me out!

Let it out, let it out—

If I let it out!

We will not be resisted!

I don't like musicals!

[burningvelvet]

Excerpt from Byron’s letters reveal the real queer love and loss that inspired his poetry by Sam Hirst, University of Nottingham

"There is a note of patronage in Byron’s emphasis on offering Edleston a partnership. This is a thread that ran through many of his relationships. A joking letter to his former tutor Henry Drury during his sexually adventurous travels in Greece promised a treatise on 'Sodomy simplified or Pederasty proven to be praiseworthy from ancient authors and modern practice.'

This ancient Greek model, of a sexual relationship with a younger, lower status man or teenage boy, which included aspects of patronage, was one of the primary models Byron had access to to describe and understand his own desires and relationships. Byron also draws comparisons with contemporary and historical figures as models, giving an insight into relationships used as a queer shorthand in the period:

"I rejoice to hear you are interested in my protégé: he has been my almost constant associate since October, 1805, when I entered Trinity College. His voice first attracted my attention, his countenance fixed it, and his manners attached me to him for ever. He departs for a mercantile house in town in October, and we shall probably not meet till the expiration of my minority, when I shall leave to his decision either entering as a partner through my interest, or residing with me altogether. Of course he would in his present frame of mind prefer the latter, but he may alter his opinion previous to that period; —however, he shall have his choice. I certainly love him more than any human being, and neither time or distance have had the least effect on my (in general) changeable disposition. In short, we shall put Lady E. Butler and Miss Ponsonby to the blush, Pyladrs and Orestes out of countenance, and want nothing but a catastrophe like Nisus and Euryalus, to give Jonathan and David the ‘go by.’ He certainly is perhaps more attached to me than even I am in return. During the whole of my residence at Cambridge we met every day, summer and winter, without passing one tiresome moment, and separated each time with increasing reluctance. I hope you will one day see us together; he is the only being I esteem, though I like many."*

With the exception of the ladies of Llangollen Eleanor Butler and Susan Ponsonby, who ran away from Ireland in 1780 and lived together till their deaths, his examples are all steeped in tragedy and death.** Nisus and Euryalus are two inseparable soldiers in Virgil’s Aeneid who died together. They are the subject of two poems in Byron’s first collection, Hours of Idleness (1807). His repeated return to their story, suggests an internal (though perhaps subconscious) map of queer masculinity which offers little hope of shared futures and emphasises tragic loss and queer love that kills."

*[I have extended the above quotation, which is from a Trinity College Cambridge, July 5th 1807 letter to his childhood friend Miss Elizabeth Pigot, discussing his lover John Edleston, who Byron met in 1805 when Byron was 17 and Edleston was 15. Edleston left the school in 1807 because he lost his singing scholarship due to changes in his voice. Byron graduated in 1808 and in 1809 went traveling abroad for two years, and when he came back in 1811 Edleston was dead of consumption. Edleston is referenced in much of Byron's poetry, sometimes referred to as Thyrza]

**Byron is listed as a visitor of the ladies of Llangollen Eleanor Butler and Susan Ponsonby on their Wikipedia page.

[sciderman]

what happened to Cable’s wife and daughter?

well, it shouldn't be any surprise that 616 nathan is a perpetual bachelor actually and does not in fact have a wife (unless we are counting one wade w wilson, nathan's long-term long-distance low-commitment casual girlfriend)

he's had girlfriends over the years but i don't think nathan's the marrying type, save for, of course, the time wade and nate were biologically linked. sounds pretty close to married.

nathan never been married but definitely divorced summers.

he actually was married in some alternative future to (reads notes) ...aliya... who survived for a grand total of one issue.

i actually have this issue. but i didn't even remember it.

f in the chat for nathan's wife, aliya dayspring (1993–1993)

and they had a son. who is also dead. f in the chat for tyler.

(i can't believe nathan's son is named tyler. such a fucking white boy name. wade would bully him relentlessly if he found out nate had a son called tyler. fucking tyler. it's a shame he's dead. eleanor would bully him relentlessly too. fucking tyler. i think i should write tyler into 9319 and he has to babysit eleanor at some point and eleanor is an unrelenting terror and definitely makes him cry.)

as for his daughter, she's around. she's adopted. i love her.

hope summers, my beloved. she does exist in 9319. in fact, i have a whole post about fatherhood scripted between nate and wade that will come around eventually. eventually.

not me clutching messy fathers with daddy issues wade wilson and nathan summers so very close to my chest and waiting for them to bond over it. canon never gave me this. i need wade wilson to ask nathan for dadhood advice. i need it like i need oxygen.

("you were always like a father to me." wade wilson says to nathan summers, under the moonlight. nathan summers says "that is so fucking weird for you to say." a beat of silence across the cosmos.)

[sadaveniren]

People who are coming into my ask box talking about exploiting children as if gay men (and women) haven’t been having and using their own biological kids to closet themselves since the dawn of time.

NOTE I’m not saying it’s okay to “exploit children” but it’s ONE OF THE WAYS GAY PEOPLE SURVIVE. THEY HAVE KIDS WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX TO SHOW THEY ARE NOT GAY! Gay people put themselves through forms of corrective rape to try and protect their closet. And so Louis having a kid play actor (obviously we can’t know what the kids knows or doesn’t know but my personal thought is the kid is told he’s an ACTOR) is just a different flavor of that.

And we can get into the entire argument about the exploitation of child actors at a separate time (WHICH WOULDNT BE ON LOUIS IN THIS CASE MIND YOU THIS WOULD BE ON THE KIDS ACTUAL PARENTS WHO ARE PUTTING HIM UP AS AN ACTOR!)

Basically what I’m saying is regardless of what we the fans think or feel Louis’ closet and BG are not OUR problems. They aren’t OUR decisions. They are a product of Louis’ closet and we do not know the behind the scenes reasons these things might still be going on. And also to look at BG in isolation of the last two or so years in terms of Louis “choosing this” completely ignores the fact he DIDNT choose it. He fought against playing dad for SO LONG. If he is still doing there is a reason and that reason might just be it is the most simplistic way to maintain his closet - WHICH IS HE CHOICE.

Walk quickly with me through this hypothetical situation where Louis ends BG AND maintains his closet. BG has been something that has been an internet meme since the beginning. If BG ends the likelihood of Louis being able to maintain his closet without doing something ELSE heterosexual would be near impossible (elounor engagement anyone?) because a lot of his interactions with Eleanor (and women in general) would be scrutinized.

His only other - non ramped up stunt - option would literally be to disappear for a couple years, to let it all die down and hope that things ease up and so by the time he came back nothing was talked about. Maybe going MIA for a couple years isn’t something he wants to do!

You are allowed to be upset that things aren’t ending but a lot of the arguments and talk I see and get sent makes Louis a villain when he’s just trying to survive in the music industry as a gay man. His documentary just got banned in Malaysia for (among other things) pride flags - which he didn’t cut out! Him AND Harry have both performed in countries where homosexuality is criminalized and sneaking pride flags in was an act of extreme courage.

Being closeted is OKAY. It has to be because being secretly gay and alive is better than being openly gay and dead. So please remember… gay people do stuff we may not agree with to protect their closet. Having a child actor spend 3 hours a day acting is really not that serious of a crime. He could have an ACTUAL CHILD who he ACTUALLY was showing off and making money off of ala… oh idk the Kardashians… Beyonce or plenty of other celebrities who make their child part of their brand. It’s not like he’s out here using Freddie to make an adidasxFreddie collab. He is literally just… pretending to have a son that he showed in his documentary because HES CLOSETED. And if he didn’t include him in the documentary that’s meant to show off his life - coupled with the fact he just broke up with Eleanor - would make fans start digging and low tier media would pick it up - just like they did in 2016 with BG.

Just. Please. Critical thinking. Compassion for closeted people. Learn to separate your emotions from choices other people make.

[griseldagimpel]

Getting near the end of Black Sails, and I wish Eleanor Guthrie's death was more durectly the product of her decisions than of her husband's decisions.

Also, with the Madi death fake out, I feel like it doesn't quite work, and not just because I've read Treasure Island. Flint apparently just never checked if she was alive or not, and the justification for his decision there is that there was a big fireball at the house. But also Madi survived somehow? With no burns, it seems? Despite being unconscious in a burning house that exploded in a big fireball?

I almost feel like if you drop Eleanor's last moments being with Flint and just have her husband find her and capture Madi, you could have Silver stressed because her fate is unknown and then the ransom note arrives. I'm not sure the fake out with Madi being thought dead really does anything for the narrative.

[thekingofthenameless]

Day 1: Again

Length: 2.3K

Cws/Tws: Major (Temporary) Character Death, mentions of blood and wounds, non-consensual drugging

Ao3

Author’s note: started another thing! :D I'm not sure how consistently this will be updated since I'm still working on Flufftober 2024 lol. I also have plans for Whumptober after both of these. I may be cooked y'all /hj

Charlie:

“Merlin- please, I can’t do this again,” he begs, quickly shifting into his human form and pressing his hands to his familiar’s side.  It’s futile. Golden blood flows underneath his fingers, staining Merlin’s clothes, and his heart hurts. It’s an ache, cracking into a chasm too wide for him to cross, even though it will be journeyed through soon enough if he can’t save his companion, and he knows this is how Merlin feels when it’s him dying, even if he’s healed in the end because of his father. “Charlie,” Merlin whispers, somehow still awake. “It’s all right,” he continues, trying to soothe him even though he’s dying, dying underneath his hands, and he can’t do anything but watch because he’s not a god, not even a wizard, no magic flowing in his veins like Merlin. “No, it’s not,” he whimpers, sudden tears spilling down his cheeks, and he can barely focus on the strange sensation of crying, until his vision begins to blur and his body wracks with involuntary sobs. “Please- please stay awake. You’re going to be fine.”  Merlin’s hand reaches up to cup his face, stroking his cheek, touch gentle even now. “We’ll both be all right,” he murmurs, almost as if he didn’t hear his words. “I love you.” Merlin’s breaths are slowing, eyes slowly closing, and the pain in his heart worsens somehow (it makes sense, too much sense). He gives up on staunching the blood flow, hugging his father close as a grief-stricken wail comes from his throat. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I love you. His companion’s breaths stop. He doesn’t even realize at first, because he was trying to keep some semblance of calm (even though it was too late for that) until Merlin- and now he’s- He sobs harder, burying his face in his familiar’s shoulder, one of the few places not stained golden. Merlin’s dead, and it eats him alive, tears him apart into tiny pieces as grief consumes him. He can’t be comforted by them being together again until it happens.  He cries until he runs out of tears. He feels… hollow, now. How long has it been? Shouldn’t he be dead? Slowly, he releases his hold on Merlin, gently laying him onto the grass, and even that’s stained. His father’s expression is peaceful despite everything, how he’d died, how he’d gotten hurt- and he doesn’t- he doesn’t remember how it happened. It doesn’t make any sense, but all he remembers is begging, shapeshifting and attempting to staunch the wound, not how it came to be in the first place, what happened leading up to this. Why doesn’t he remember? At least he can ask soon. He wipes away what tears he can before shifting back to his true form, curling around his companion as much as he can and laying his head on his stomach. He can’t let anyone desecrate his father’s body, even if it doesn’t seem like there’s anyone around at the moment. People are already so invasive while he’s alive. Why would death stop some of them? He closes his eyes, knowing his own death will come shortly. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when he hears a voice: “Charlie. Come back to me.” It’s too faint for him to decipher; he opens his eyes, and he isn’t dead- why isn’t he dead? He can’t still be alive, can’t be drawing breath without Merlin for this long. Their souls are intertwined. Why isn’t he- Merlin’s still under him, and his body is cold now. Why isn’t he dead? “Charlie,” the voice murmurs again. “Sweetheart? Can you hear me?” It isn’t Eleanor, at least, since her voice isn’t as deep or masculine, but why hasn’t she taken him yet?  He’s so tired. Why isn’t he dead?

He slowly moves away from Merlin to look at his leg, to make sure his mark is still there, that some wicked magic didn’t happen out of nowhere and sever their bond, so that he would keep living after Merlin’s death. It’s still there. It’s still there, so why is he- Is Merlin’s? The bliaut his father has on blocks him from seeing if it remains or if it’s disappeared, and the only way to know is to remove it. He’ll- he’ll understand, he’ll forgive him, even if someone simply touching him when he’s not expecting it is enough to make him startled, even if he’s hated his clothes being taken off, no matter the reason, since that day. His stomach churns, but he has to do this, has to know why he’s alive. The voice hasn’t spoken for a few moments, and he has nothing to guide him. He unsheathes his claws, and they cut through the bliaut easily. Gripping the fabric in his teeth, he gently pulls it away, revealing soft skin. It’s still there, still a lighter brown than his skin, like his is lighter than his fur. Their bond isn’t severed. Their souls are still intertwined. Why is he not dead? His wings flutter, not quite shaking, not yet, and he knows he should petition another god- someone, anyone, but he’s too shaken to think of anything that might resemble a prayer. Merlin’s dead, and he’s still alive and he doesn’t know why- “Charlie!” The voice suddenly shouts, and magic grips him gently even though he can’t see it. Then a hole opens under him, and he doesn’t have time to take off, much less fly away, before he’s falling. He falls, falls, falls, and the only light is his own glowing, and flapping his wings is as futile as when he tried to staunch Merlin’s wound, and thinking of that makes his heart hurt again (but the pain’s never left, really, settling in his chest). Then he feels nothing. Consciousness slowly returns, and his body is on some kind of hard surface. He feels drained, so drained, worn to the bone. His head aches, but the pain in his heart seems… better, and he doesn’t know how. Merlin’s dead. Soft hands are cupping his face, he realizes, and his head is in this person’s lap. Merlin would do this.  The pain worsens, grief sinking its claws into him. He can pretend it’s Merlin’s gentle touch, Merlin’s lap, if he doesn’t open his eyes, doesn’t look into the face of whoever else is kind enough to touch a worthless dragon. The person feels him waking even though he isn’t moving, and they relax in relief. Why do they care so much? They don’t love him. They don’t know him.  Maybe they’re deceiving him with kindness before they kill him. Maybe they’re the one who murdered Merlin. Maybe they want to use him as a weapon. None of the possibilities he thinks of are enough to make him move. How can he? Merlin’s dead, and he’s alive.  Gods, he wants to hear his voice more than anything, nuzzle him and lay his head in his lap while his father strokes his face. Merlin would be fine if their roles were switched. No, he wouldn’t. He’d be able to get up and not let grief crush him in its jaws, and he wouldn’t be lying on a stone floor in the gods know where, letting himself be comforted by a stranger and pretending it’s his son. Yes, he would. The grief would tear him apart, and he’d be irreversibly shattered, just like he is. He can’t do this. Why isn’t he dead? “Charlie?” The voice softly calls after a while. (Or maybe it hasn’t been that long, only seemed like it.) Gods, he’s already going mad, because he’d swear on his life that they sound exactly like Merlin, and it isn’t him. He slowly opens his eyes, not knowing what to expect. Merlin looks down at him, hair still up in its ponytail, locs the same length and thickness from what he can see, the three scars on his face unchanged. His nose and beard are the same, glasses on his face, earrings in and necklace on his neck. His bliaut is the same green, cape the same blue, clasps the same silver, dragons still engraved in them. 

But it’s not him.  If he had any strength, he’d shy away, demand why this imposter was taking on Merlin’s form so soon after his death, if they were the one who killed his father, why their bond is still intact and yet he draws breath. “Oh, Charlie,” the imposter murmurs, seeming concerned. “What happened?” Is his grief really that obvious? Of course it is. Merlin’s dead, and someone is wearing his face and body and they don’t understand why he’s upset. “You’re not him,” he finally whispers.They pause, clearly not expecting him to see through their ruse. “What do you mean?” They ask a moment later, and their confusion looks just like Merlin’s, but he won’t fall for their tricks. “Merlin’s dead,” he snaps, even if he’s unable to raise his voice, too exhausted to. To their credit, they don’t even pause. “Sweetheart, I don’t know what you saw, but it’s me. I promise.” He shakes his head, unable to produce any further rebuttal. Speaking and thinking coherent thoughts both feel like a burden too heavy to bear. “How can I prove I’m real?” They ask softly, offering. They’re not offended in the slightest. Could- could it really be Merlin? Why doesn’t he remember what happened? Why doesn’t blood stain his clothes? And why are they here instead of the forest? He stares at the imposter- but maybe they’re not one. He can’t think of any questions, of any way to prove that it’s really Merlin. “How about I tell you what I know?” When he doesn’t object, they continue. “Your full name is Charlemagne William Ambrosius. Your birth parents abandoned you when you weren’t growing fast enough for them. A bear would have eaten you, but I saved you. I raised you. I named you. I watched you take your first steps, heard your first words, taught you how to fly. I helped you learn how to hunt when you got older. And when I started getting sick, you took care of me. “You’re my son. You’re my companion, familiar, and best friend. Nothing could ever change that. I’m not leaving you. I’m never leaving you.” Snow-white magic comes out of the hands still on his muzzle, soothing his headache, making his body and heart feel less heavy. An imposter wouldn’t have the same color of magic. An imposter wouldn’t know all those details; they wouldn’t even know his full name. It really is Merlin. He nuzzles his father’s chest frantically, breathing in his scent of vanilla and lavender as Merlin hugs him tightly. “You died,” he whimpers, sure he’d be crying if he could. “Shh. Shh. I’m right here,” Merlin murmurs, pressing kisses to his head. “I’m so sorry you saw that.” Finally, he calms, the storm of emotions slowly dying down. Merlin lays down, uncaring of their surroundings being stone, and he follows suit, resting his head on his father’s chest. Silence, far more peaceful than before, encompasses them. They stay like that for a while, just… cuddling, taking solace in each other, and gods, he never wants to go through something like this again. ”What happened?” He asks quietly. “You were drugged again,” Merlin answers after sighing softly. “It was intentional this time. Some bastards drugged every deer where you were hunting, so no matter which ones you ate, they’d succeed. Then they brought you here.” His father’s hands clench in his fur, and he nuzzles his companion, knowing Merlin was as distressed as the first time he was drugged. Merlin takes a deep breath before continuing. “Must’ve have had a wizard in their ranks to get you here in the first place. I don’t know what they made for you to see me dying, unfortunately. Maybe it was an illusion of your worst fear?” He says the last part softly, like he needs to say it, but doesn’t want to exacerbate the experience. “…I’m not scared of you leaving me,” he responds after a moment, and it’s true.

“You’re not scared of me intentionally leaving you,” his father quietly counters, and he suppresses a shudder, burying his face in his companion’s chest as the all too fresh memories flash through his mind. Something gives him pause once he regains control. “Why don’t you know what was in the drugs? Or any of their names?” Merlin flushes a little, sheepish. “I might have… killed them before I interrogated them any.” “Very practical of you,” he responds, staring at him, and Merlin stares back like he’s being audacious. “Oh, like you have the right to say anything about that, Charlemagne ‘please, please, please let me kill that person because they looked at you wrong’-” He raises his head, nuzzling Merlin’s neck in the spot he knows is ticklish, and his father shrieks before dissolving into helpless giggles. “All right, I’m sorry,” he laughs, trying to shove him off, but to no avail. He takes mercy and relents soon enough, partly because another question came to mind. “You could just revive them,” he tells his companion, tilting his head as he looks down at him. “So why don’t you seem to want to?” Merlin sighs, sobering. “I don’t want to deal with them anymore. Not after they hurt you like this.” He nods, understanding. He doesn’t want to either. But for all they know, there could be more people dealing with that drug than inside these walls. Practicality matters more. Maybe they could bring in a few of the other gods to deal with them. If they were told what happened, they’d be all too willing to help with this. But… they can worry about it later.  For now, he readjusts his position on Merlin’s chest, and his father’s hands begin to stroke his muzzle again. He closes his eyes, letting out a small purr. Merlin is all right, and that’s all that matters.

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[monkeyssalad-blog]

"Annie Liggett Bryner, sister of George, Carrie, Laura, and Emma," 1886 by Ann Longmore-Etheridge Via Flickr: Annie Liggett was born in Saville Township, Perry Co., Pennsylvania in December 1859 to Samuel (1811-1889) and Anne Milligan Liggett (1821-1888). The couple had married on April 28, 1846. Her elder sister Laura Jane was born in 1849; brother George Alfred had been born in 1852; sister Emma Ada had been born in March 1856; Carrie Eleanor was born in 1862. On the 1870 census, Annie can be found living her father who is the 59-year-old proprietor of an iron factory; her mother, Laura, Emma, and Carrie, as well as 18-year-old George, who works in the foundry. According to the book "The History of Perry Country," 1922, by Harry H. Hain, this was Clinton Foundry, which Liggett had built and owned. Laura Liggett married William Flickinger in November 1876. She died in 1933. By 1880, George--now an engineer, presumably at Clinton Foundry--has married a woman named Leah and moved out to start his own family of two daughters and 2 sons, but he hasn't strayed far, living right next door to his parents. (As late as 1910, George is living in Perry Country with his wife, several of his daughters and grandchildren.) Annie married Dr. Newton E. Bryner on October 14, 1886. He seems to have come into the area to replace the previous local physician. The above cabinet card was probably taken at the time of their marriage. Unfortunately, Newton, a graduate in medicine of the University of New York, was dead in less than a year. He passed in April 1887 at Cisna Run (his father's farm), Perry Co., PA. (Note: there seems to be some confusion amongst the Liggett siblings. There may have been another daughter--or the daughter of another Perry County family--named Anna Eliza who was born in 1859 and died in 1877. If this is the case, she was not the woman who marred Newton Brynner in 1886, clearly, as this photo and subsequent census listings bear out. There is also confusion about the death date of Dr. Bryner with some sources giving it as 1877. His alma mater, the University of New York, clearly states in its roster of graduates that Bryner died in 1887.) Annie appears on the 1900 census for Saville Township, Perry Co., as a 40-year-old widow living with Emma Liggett Scott, her 44-year-old sister, who lists her occupation as a farmer who has been married for one year. No husband appears to live in house. The situation had not changed 10 years later, when on the 1910 census, both sisters are still living together and living on their own income. This was derived, presumably, by Emma's ownership of her father's foundry, which is noted in the Haim history. By 1920, the husband had returned: he is 55-year-old James W. Scott, who is a decade younger than his wife. All of them appear to be living on their own incomes. Annie Liggett Bryner in 1927. "Hector Kraus, 408 Market Street, Harrisburg, PA" Albumin print cabinet card.

[cantsayidont]

Another year, another round of dubious television:

THE CASTAWAYS (2023): Disappointing five-part mystery-thriller, based on a Lucy Clarke novel, starring Céline Buckens as Erin Holme, a young woman whose older sister Lori (Sheridan Smith) is lost and presumed dead after the disappearance of a small commercial airliner bound for Fiji — a flight Erin was supposed to be on. Although the authorities have given up the search, Erin stubbornly refuses to let it go, particularly after she learns that someone has recently used her sister's credit card in Fiji. The miniseries starts off on a promising note, but as the mystery unfolds, the plot, like boys who go to Jupiter, gets more stupider: Too many plot developments strain credulity, and too much hinges on characters behaving in ways that don't make any sense. The show's treatment of its characters of color is also appalling, and while the story hinges on the relationship between Erin and Lori, it's ultimately hard to care about either sister even before the ending, which is a real eye-roller.

THE COUPLE NEXT DOOR (2023): The wages of sin are melodrama in this uneven, annoyingly reactionary miniseries about a young interracial couple, schoolteacher Evie (Eleanor Tomlinson) and newspaper reporter Pete (Alfred Enoch), whose flirtation with their sexy swinger neighbors — hot bisexual yoga instructor Becka (Jessica De Gouw) and her very rectangular motorcycle cop husband Danny (Sam Heughan) — sets them on the road to ruin. There are occasional flashes of what could have been a decent modern relationship drama, but it's burdened by too many extraneous plot elements (with what feels like 10 episodes worth of plot crammed awkwardly into six), a really distasteful subplot about a creepy older man (Hugh Dennis) stalking Becka, and the story's reluctance to engage with the uncomfortable racist implications of Evie's attraction to Danny and growing disdain for her Black husband. Surprisingly, Becka ends up being the most sympathetic character, perhaps because she's the only one with no ulterior motives (she's just horny and frustrated), and the only one who behaves like a grownup when things go sideways. That makes it that much more disheartening that the narrative spends a lot of time punishing Becka for her reluctance to accept a life of staid suburban monogamy — and that the story eventually throws all credibility to the wind with a misguided action-thriller finale.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Sonic Prime AU: The Acorn Sisters (2023)

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[Note: Don’t Reblog Without Permission] 

Credit for Sonic The Hedgehog goes to Sega

Credit for Sonic Prime Series goes to Sega & Netflix

Credit for Archie-Sonic The Hedgehog Comics goes to Archie Comics

Credit for Genesis Wave goes to Ian Flynn

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the idea is that when in the Fanon Timeline, when the next genesis wave happens, it isn’t like the last few genesis waves...and it is nothing like the super genesis wave.

because it is also mixed with the paradox prism....

which makes it a Paradox Prism Genesis Wave....

and while it does end up bringing back Julie-Su and some other Echidna,

it also rewrites both Julie-Su and Knuckles’s genetics and history, making it so that those two aren’t blood related at all, but Julie-Su’s half-siblings will still be her half-siblings...

and as for Dimitri and Edmund, I want to go with that they could be Step-Brothers in the Fanon Timeline....but in the canon timeline, they would still be biologically related brothers...

in the Fanon Timeline made by the Paradox Prism Genesis Wave,   

Knuckles’s Dad will be the one that appears in that Sonic Movie 2...

meaning that the Fanon Timeline will be a mix timeline of Archie, IDW and Sonic Prime...as well as the movie timeline.

meaning that in the fanon timeline made by the paradox prism genesis wave...

Sonic’s adoptive parents are Tom and Maddie Wachowski, and if Manic and Sonia are there as well, then they would be Tom and Maddie’s adoptive kids as well.

the paradox prism genesis wave would not only bring back people, zones and dimensions that were erased from existence, as well as do slight rewrite for Knuckles and Julie-Su...

but they could also bring back a old version of someone, like Sally Acorn.

because the merging timelines and only slight alterations...

there are two versions of Sally living in the same timeline, one who still has feelings for Sonic, but knows that he might not feel the same anymore, and will be okay with just being friends...

and the other being the new version who has feelings for Nicole.

I think it would make sense that the New Version of Sally, who I’m just gonna called “Nelly” (and I was originally going to call Reilly before, as it shows in the drawing....but then decided to add the name Nelly in there.) might be sapphic.

the original Sally, could be Heteroromantic or Heterosexual, while the new Sally who ends up with a cool Dad named King Nigel Acorn, is Sapphic.

it could also turn out that Original Sally’s family, the original ones....

couldn’t be placed in the timeline and new dimension that she was placed in,

so they had to be placed with a copy of herself in a clone timeline of the archie sonic’s mobius.

and Sally ends up having her own genetics rewritten and becomes the new Sally aka Nelly’s sister, who has the same first name as her...

but the two have two different middle names....

I know that the new version of Sally wasn’t really given a middle name,

so in the Fanon Timeline, her middle name is Eleanor...

which works for her nickname being Nelly.

it could turn out that both Sally and Nelly’s Mother (King Nigel’s Wife.)

was alive and wasn’t dead, well in the original timeline she was, but in the fanon timeline she is very much alive, but her name isn’t Alicia.

while King Nigel names the new version of Sally, Princess Sally Eleanor Acorn,

his wife and queen, ends up naming their other daughter, Princess Sally Alicia Acorn....

the Anti-Mobius also returns as well, and it be nice if we could just call Princess Alicia from that world as “Ally” for short....well it does seem that is one of her nicknames anyway....

those who are brought back by the paradox prism genesis wave, might not know they were gone, as in “gone-gone” and have no memory of being erased from existence, like them only remembering what they were doing before it happen.

Princess Sally Alicia Acorn, when she is brought back she could of at first be in the new timeline where she and her other self are now sisters...

but then she ends up falling into New Yoke City.

the Sonic she meets, is not the one from her original timeline or even the new merged timeline, but she could still end up helping him try to fight the Chaos Council and help everyone in New Yoke City.

while Sally has a home to go back to, even if it is a merge timeline and alternate version of her old home, and the new version of herself is now her sister, and the new version of her Dad seems even more different than her original one, and not just because of his name being King Nigel Acorn instead.

Princess Sally Alicia Acorn, could end up having mix memories of the original timeline, as well as the memories of the other timeline that was made when she was replaced with a new version of herself, and then having other memories of the new fanon timeline, that has her living with her mother the Queen, and not knowing about her sister or her father Nigel Acorn.

some of the memories of her original timeline, could start to merge with the new timeline, and some memories of her old world start to fade.

it could turn out to upset her, that she has forgot some parts of her original world....and one of those being of  Ken Khan, as some of those memories have become very blurry to her now, as well as his name.

all she can remember that there was someone else she had feelings for besides Sonic, but the image of them had become very blurry in her memories and she can’t even recall their name either, and whenever the name starts to be said in her memory, it comes out as static and maybe what sounds like how Gaster from Undertale, speaks in wingdings. 

when I can, I will draw the Sally on the left again...

she is suppose to be wearing a mix of her original outfit, with a new outfit.

she is suppose to be wearing a shirt, shorts and tights with her original outfit, so a little bit of something old and new.

anyway I know this wouldn’t be canon, that is why it is a fanon that is a crossover between different timelines...                                   

anyway even though I did draw this on May 13, 2023...

I had to make some last finishing touches on May 14, 2023 before I posted it.

anyway this is a Fanon idea, so no need to take it seriously or the wrong way.

but the Sally on the left (my left of course...) is the one who ends up falling into a Sonic Prime AU, and right into New Yoke City.

and ends up meeting another version of Sonic, who also ends up falling there as well.....and just like Sonic, it is possible Nine will have to make something for Sally, to stabilize herself in the new reality she is in and even when she goes to other realities as well, that is in the shatterverse.