#and Tommy named his son after his grandfather

[capseycartwright]

miss me, but let me go

“I have - I’ve carried this grief, for you, for so long, and I know I can’t let it all go, because a part of me is always going to grieve for you,” Eddie paused. “But I can’t feel like this forever, Shannon. I don’t think you’d want me to, either. So - I need to let some of it go. Okay? I need to - I need to be myself now. For me, and for Christopher. I want to be me."

On November 1, Eddie builds an altar for Shannon and finds a way to let her go.

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November 1. The date is not one Eddie is likely to ever forget. Even before Shannon died, Dia de los Muertos wasn’t a holiday he ever missed - as a child, he would help his abuelo make their altar every year, a picture of his abuelo front-and-centre, Edmundo Diaz Senior, the man he’d been named for, looking sharp in his suit as he looked out from the glass picture frame where he’d lived all of Eddie’s life. He’d never met his grandfather - only carried his name. 

Over the years, more faces found a home on the altar - friends, and family, time a fickle thing and the only certainty about life that it ended. Death was familiar, a constant in a world Eddie felt like he could never quite figure out.

After Shannon died -

The first November 1 after she died, Eddie built his own altar for the first time, explaining the tradition to Christopher. They had done it every year since, Christopher’s face in a set line as he made sure everything was absolutely perfect. No less than his mother deserved, Eddie knew. 

Shannon hadn’t grown up with the traditions of All Saints and All Souls, but she’d embraced them wholly when she and Eddie had gotten married, making the altar herself when Eddie wasn’t there. It felt right to honour her with the traditions she had loved herself. That was why Eddie had taken to adding a picture of Shannon’s mother to the altar too, when she died the year after Shannon did. Breast cancer, they’d said, but Eddie knew heartbreak had been the thing that had pushed her over the edge.

Every year, Eddie celebrated Shannon, and her mother, his grandfather, the people he’d served with who had died - 

Except this year.

Eddie felt bad. Really, he did - he was going to build the altar himself, but when his dad had texted a picture of the Diaz family altar, Shannon front and centre, Eddie couldn’t quite bring himself to make his own. Shannon was being remembered - that was what mattered. He’d gone to her grave instead, only half listening as the priest had said mass over the graveyard, praying for the salvation of the souls who were buried there.

Grief was a funny old beast, Eddie knew. Grief had made him do crazy things - grief had driven his son to Texas, for crying out loud. The grief didn’t hit standing by her grave, but it did when dusk descended over Eddie’s house, and the absence of an altar began to feel like one of the worst things he’d done amongst a year of terrible decision-making.

Maybe he should have taken Buck up on his offer of coming over to make an altar with him, but Eddie had asked enough of his best friend in the last four months. Eddie knew Tommy had bought them tickets for some movie Buck was dying to see, and as much as Eddie was a near-professional third wheel now, he didn’t think he’d make a good addition to the back row of their local movie theatre.

Eddie winced as he looked at the candle he’d swiped from the dining table. “It’s cedarwood,” he said, apologetic as he lit it, setting the candle down in front of the framed picture of Shannon that lived on their fireplace. “I know you hated cedarwood, but I’m working with what I’ve got here, Shan.”

Eddie pressed his cheek against his folded arms, taking one, two, three shaky breaths. “I really struggled after you left, Shannon. I don’t think I really even realised how much until now - and it’s not just because you were gone, but you were gone and you wanted a divorce, and I - suddenly, I was never going to get answers.”

He’d been talking about Shannon a lot in therapy, lately, unpacking all his complicated feelings during his excruciating weekly hour with Frank. 

“I don’t know if I even wanted to stay married to you,” Eddie admitted, the candle flickering in the growing dark of his living room. That was terrifying to admit out loud - that even if she had stayed alive, he and Shannon wouldn’t have made it work. There were a thousand reasons why, and Eddie could sit, and list them all, but one was more important than the others. 

“I think I’m gay, Shannon,” Eddie had never said it out loud before, despite the thought never quite leaving his mind, Pandora’s box open, now. “If you were here, I bet you’d have such a laugh with that - not like, in a bad way. Just - I think you’d find it funny, that your mom’s gaydar was right after all.” 

He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought himself. Shannon’s mom had been the bitchiest woman he’d ever met, and Eddie loved her for it. 

“I’ve made such a mess of things,” Eddie paused. “But with you, most of all. I’m sorry - for my part in it all. I thought I was doing the right thing, joining the army. I just wanted to take care of you and Chris, and I didn’t see any other way out. I know it was the wrong choice - but I really thought it was the right one. You know?”

Shannon’s picture stayed silent. 

“I have - I’ve carried this grief, for you, for so long, and I know I can’t let it all go, because a part of me is always going to grieve for you,” Eddie paused. For the life she might have had, if not for the car crash - Eddie sometimes liked to indulge himself and think of an alternative life where Shannon had survived, where they got divorced, and learned how to co-parent, and maybe they found their way back to being friends. It was a nice thought.

Eddie wiped roughly at his eyes. “But I can’t feel like this forever, Shannon. I don’t think you’d want me to, either. So - I need to let some of it go. Okay? I need to - I need to be myself now. For me, and for Christopher. I want to be me.” 

With a shaky hand, Eddie pressed a kiss to the framed picture, setting Shannon back down with the candle. It was a half-assed altar, and somehow, that made Eddie feel worse. He scrambled to his feet, heading for his bedroom, and the box of Shannon’s belongings he knew was stashed at the back of his wardrobe. He hadn’t kept much for himself - most of it was for Christopher - but he had a few things. There was a necklace in there, he knew that Eddie had bought her for their first wedding anniversary. It was a cheap thing, because they were always broke, but it was something of hers - it would make it a more acceptable offering.

Eddie couldn’t help the breath that hitched in his throat as he spotted what was in his bedroom. A butterfly, resting on his pillowcase, on the side he always slept on. “Hey, little guy,” he whispered softly, not wanting to startle the tiny creature. His abuela loved butterflies - they were spirits of the people you loved, who had left, coming back to visit. Eddie felt slightly ridiculous, but he said it anyway. “Shannon?”

The butterfly didn’t move. 

“I’m so glad Christopher isn’t here, because he would really think I’ve lost it,” Eddie crouched by the side of his bed, holding out a finger. “Hey. Is this your way of telling me it’s okay to let you go? Did you hear all of that?” 

The butterfly moved, tiny wings fluttering as it came to land on Eddie’s outstretched finger. 

“I hope that’s a yes,” Eddie knew tears were streaming down his cheeks, now, but he didn’t want to freak the butterfly out by wiping them away. “How did you get in here, eh? None of the windows are open.”

If Eddie Diaz believed in a higher power, still, he’d blame God - or the universe. 

“Let’s get you outside,” Eddie said, and the butterfly flapped, a little, coming to land on the windowsill instead. “Yeah? You’re ready to go?”

The butterfly flapped in response again.

“I think I’m ready to let you go, this time,” Eddie admitted, carefully unlatching the window. “We’re going to be okay, me and Christopher. I promise. You can go. You don’t need to worry about us.” 

The butterfly seemed to pause, for a second, before it flew out the open window, disappearing into the beginnings of the evening. Eddie wasn’t sure how long he stood there, tears pouring down his cheeks, rolling off the curve of his chin and onto his shirt, but the next thing he knew, he could hear - 

“Buck?”

“Eddie! You’re a firefighter - how long have you left that candle unattended, huh? Eddie - Eddie, where are you, man?”

Buck appeared in the doorway of Eddie’s bedroom, a family-sized bag of sour patch kids tucked under one arm. “Do I need to teach you the basics of fire safety all over again?” he huffed, pausing as he noticed Eddie’s tears. “Eddie - you okay?”

“Yeah,” Eddie offered his best friend a teary smile. For the first time, Eddie might actually mean that yes. “I’m okay. There - there was a butterfly,” he explained, gesturing at the window vaguely. “I had to let it out.”

“A butterfly?” Buck looked confused. 

“My abuela always said butterflies were the spirits of people who’ve died,” Eddie explained. “I lit a candle for Shannon, and there was a butterfly just sitting on my pillow, when I came in here. It’s…” he paused. “It’s stupid.”  

Buck’s face softened. ‘It’s not stupid,” he shook his head. “You think it was Shannon?”

Eddie glanced at the window again. “I hope it was,” he admitted, taking a deep breath before he closed the window. That in itself felt like symbolism, Eddie decided - a closing of a chapter he should have let go a long time ago. That’s what he needed it to be, at least. “Wait - aren’t you meant to be on a date?”

Bcuk shrugged. “We changed the tickets to tomorrow,” he explained, holding up the bag of candy. “You said you weren’t going to make an altar, and I didn’t want to let you skip out on it. These were her favourite, right?” 

Eddie could cry all over again. Buck, like Shannon, hadn’t grown up with Dia de los Muertos, but here he was, with a bag of Eddie’s dead wife’s favourite candy, ready to sit in Eddie’s grief with him. Eddie wasn’t sure what he’d done in a previous life to deserve a friend like Evan Buckley, but he thanked whatever God or universe was listening for giving him Buck anyway.

“She’d eat so many she’d give herself a stomach-ache,” Eddie grinned, and the memory didn’t hurt, the way it used to, the grief a dull ache that he could grow around, now. He leaned into the embrace Buck offered, breathing in the familiar cedarwood scent of Buck’s favourite cologne. “Thanks. For being here.”

“Nowhere I’d rather be,” Buck hummed, pressing a ridiculous, loud, smacking kiss to the top of Eddie’s head. Eddie loved him. “But I’m buying you one of those electric candle warmers if you’re going to keep leaving candles unattended, Eddie.” 

Eddie was mostly listening as he let Buck guide him back to the living room, the candle still flickering golden in front of Shannon’s picture. It was the same one he’d put on her memorial programme - bright, and beautiful, just like she’d always been when she was alive. 

Buck grinned, as he set a piece of candy in front of her picture. “Berry,” he explained. “My favourite,” he added, tossing a handful of the sour sweets into his own mouth. 

They sat, the television playing reruns of a procedural in the background, eating candy until their stomachs hurt, the candle burning all the way to the end. 

The butterfly didn’t come back.

Buck stayed.

Eddie was ready to move on.

(Buck stayed.)

[asmutwriter]

The Gangsta's Wife (Part 16)

DESCRIPTION: You and your husband both struggle to go back to sleep after your son wakes you up

A/N: I wrote this part ages ago and I am aware that it is slightly out of character for both Tommy and Flo but also it was just too cute not to keep!

WORD COUNT: 4099

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WARNINGS: Smoking, children, jokes about murder, use of 'sir' in both sexual and non sexual way, mildy ooc Tommy, slight declaration of feelings but not really, smut, swearing, fingering, p in v, choking, brief praise, overstimulation (f receiving), creampie, aftercare, soft dom Tommy, sub reader

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

It was the very early hours of Christmas Eve Eve. The 23rd of December 1922. You hear the distant cry of Charlie. Letting out a soft mumble as you get up. Unsure of the time. Hoping his cries might falter but two minutes pass and he's still wailing at the top of his lungs. You swing your legs out the bed. Sleepily walking along the corridor. Going and creaking the door quietly open before walking into his room. You smile at him. “Hey there little man”. You pick up the crying boy. Popping him onto your hip. Hushing him as you start to sing softly. Not anything in particular. More just your thoughts in a musical manner.

Thankfully it works as he drifts back off to sleep. You place him back down into his crib. Silently going back along to bed. Climbing in next to your sleeping husband. Turning your back as you try and let sleep back into your mind.

“Is he ok?” You hear Thomas speak softly next to you. You hum in agreement. Turning so you face him. His head turned towards you as his body lay flat on the bed. You bring your hands up. Tucking them both under your cheek as you look at him.

“I think he had a bad dream and just needed comforting. He’s gone back to sleep now”. He nods. Quiet fills the room. “Tom?” You whisper his name.

“Mhmm?”

“Sorry. I just wanted to see if you were asleep yet or not”. Silence filling the room once again. You shut your eyes. Trying to will yourself to sleep. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 20. 40. You let out an annoyed huff as you hear the grandfather clock downstairs chime. You'd been trying to sleep for an hour and have had no luck.

“Can't sleep either love?” You look at Thomas. His eyes remain closed as you nod.

“I've been trying but my stupid brain wont shut off”. He opens his eyes. Sitting up. The blanket falling from his bare torso and going around his waist. He leans over. Lighting the oil lamp by the edge of his bed. Going into the top drawer by his bed. He pulls out a pack of cards. You sit up. Crossing your legs as you bring the blanket over the top of them. Your nightdress covering your torso. Watching as he shuffles. He starts dealing out the cards.

“We used to play this during France”. Once he'd laid out the cards he goes back into the top drawer. Taking out a pack of cigarettes. Taking one out he places it at the top of the cards. Putting the pack back on top of the bedside table. “Everyone would put in one cigarette. Whoever won would keep the bunch”.

“What game is it?”

“Solitaire. Do you know how to play?” You nod. He motions his hand towards you. A gesture indicating for you to start. You proceed in picking up the relevant cards. Talking as you play.

“I used to play with my dad when I was younger”. You flip over various cards. Chatting as you take it in turns. “I was so shit”

“He never let you win?”

“Oh no. He believed that a child should always earn their win. That you should never just give them it. So I lost every single time”. You smile. Glancing at him briefly before refocusing on the cards. “I was 9 when I managed to beat him. The look he gave me was priceless. I'd pay good money to re-see that look on his face”. Your smile softens. “He'd be proud of me”

“What for?”

“The fact I've just won”. You place the cards in the correct places. Finishing off the sets as you gleefully smile at him. Causing him to laugh.

“You sly woman”. You look at him and cheekily smile. Picking up the cigarette and placing it into your mouth unlit.

“Best out of three?” you speak with it hanging on your lip. Picking up the cards and starting to shuffle. Dealing them out. He grabs out another cigarette. Reaching into the drawer once again. Taking out some matches. Striking one of them. You lean forward. Letting him light the end for you before he lights his own. Wafting the lit match in a quick motion to put out the flame. He places the rest of the pack at the top of the bed.

“Winner gets the rest of the pack”

“You do spoil me Mr Shelby”. He smiles. Taking out the smoke from his lips. The two of you playing quieter as you both concentrate. The sound of cards moving and the air being filled with smoke as the night goes on. He smiles as he wins the second round. Holding what's left of the stick in one hand as he picks the cards up. Placing it back into his mouth as he deals them out. Snubbing his smoke next to the one you'd discarded a while ago.

Only a few cards remain unturned. You bite at your bottom lip. Shaking your head as you turn the next card over. Scanning over the remaining few quickly. “You're turn”. He moves a couple of cards. Turning over the next one. Smiling as he proceeds to turn over the rest and complete the four sets. Winning. You let out an annoyed groan. “Well done”. His eyes come up to look at you. Smiling as your gaze meets his.

“You are a good player. You're dad taught you well”. You scratch the back of your head. Smiling at the notion.

“We should be sleeping”. You pick up the card.

“Are you tired?”

“No. But we should at least try. Your brothers and Ada are coming round tomorrow evening and I haven't even started on the house yet. I'm so behind with everything and I don't even know how” You start shuffling the deck. Looking towards him as you shuffle. "What time are they coming?"

“Midday. With Polly”

“I thought Polly was coming Christmas eve?” He nods. Picking up the pack of cigerettes and placing them back onto his night table. You watch him. “Thomas?”

“She felt left out of the family gathering. She doesn't understand why her niece and nephews get to be here and she can't be”

“The main reason for that being because your brothers and sister don't hate me"

"Polly doesn't hate you"

"You're right. She doesn't hate me. She despises me and my very existence" he lets out a soft chuckle. "I'm surprised she hasn’t killed me yet”.

“She won't kill you”

“I saw her digging a hole a couple of weeks ago. I'm sure she's planning of disposing my body into it”. He tries not to laugh. Running his thumb over his bottom lip as he smiles at you. “Its not funny” you say. A smile creeping onto your lips. “Is she bringing her son?” He nods. Leaning backwards as he watches you. Head resting against the headboard of the bed.

“Even though she really doesn’t want him around us”

“Why? I thought she'd be happy to have her two families mixing”

“She wants Michael to stay a child. A good boy that she can mother. If he hangs around us for to long then he’ll become corrupted. Or that's what she's worried about”. His eyes flick down. Watching the cards in your hands. “I think they're shuffled enough”. You smile. Scooting forward slightly as you lean towards him. Kneeling upwards. Fanning the deck out.

“Pick a card”. You looks at you. Amusement in his eyes as he tries not to smile. “Come on. You know you want to”. You smile at him. Eyes going to the cards before back to his. He sighs. Leaning forward again. He picks a card. You look away slightly as you push the cards back to form a deck. “Look at it. Once you’ve memorised it put it back into the deck”. You hold the cards towards him. Feeling him push the item back into the pack. You look back. Looking at him. “Hmm”. You go closer to him. Straddling the ends of his legs as you lean towards him slightly. Amusement on his lips as his eyes remain unmoving. You squint at him. Over emphasizing the trick. You shake your head.

“You're good at keeping a poker face”. You lean backwards again. Taking out the two jokers left inside the packet. Holding them both up in one hand. “Luckily I have some help”. You place one on top. The other on the bottom. Both facing upwards. “These two are going to help me find your card”. His eyes go down. Holding the pack top and bottom with your thumb and middle finger. Holding it semi tightly as you chuck 51 cards into the other hand. Three cards remaining in your right. The two jokers facing upwards as one remains face down.

You place them onto the bed. The deck of cards next to it. Joker either side of the still unseen card. “Do you remember your card?” He nods. “What was your card good sir?”

“Eight of hearts”. You take the bottom of the card. Turning it. His amused look turning into a full smile as his card sits between the two jokers. Eyes going back up to yours as you neatly place the card back on top of the deck. “How did you learn to do magic?”

“My mum-" you correct yourself "step mum taught me. She was very magical in herself. She would show me and my sisters magic tricks all the time. Not just card ones either. She could make coins disappear”

“Coins disappear?” You nod. Smiling at him. Taking off your wedding ring.

“I have the ring in my hand – she would use a coin though”. You swiftly move. Keeping your hands up as it vanishes from your grip. He furrows his brow. Genuinely bewildered. His eyes looking over every surface he can see near you. Your smile grows as you bring your hand up. ‘Finding’ the item in his ear. Pulling your hand back as you hold it between your fingers. His face grows with a mixture of emotions. “I told you. I'm magic”. You wiggle your eyebrows at him. He laughs softly. Watching as you put the ring back onto your finger. “She would call it ‘Moneda Fantasma’. Translates to Phantom Coin. But it sounds cooler in Spanish”. He smiles. Nodding in agreement.

“Do you have any other tricks?”

“Of course”

“Show me”. You pick up the pack of cards. Putting the jokers to the side. Shuffling once again. Fanning them out. He takes a card. Looking at it. You move the deck closer to him. He puts the card back in.

“Would you be so kind to shuffle for me?” You hold the deck towards him. He takes them. Sitting up more as he shuffles. Passing them back to you once they’ve been shuffled. You take them. Placing them onto his lap. “Because it did so well last time” Flipping over the top card of the deck. The eight of hearts again. “He's going to help us find your card this time”. You turn the card back over. “We give him some time to search for you card before we ask him back to the top of the deck”. You tap the deck three times before turning the top card. Queen of spades. “Is this your card?” He nods again. Smiling as you pick the cards up. Placing them onto his side table. “Can you do any parlous tricks?”

“I can read peoples minds”. You raise your brow. You shuffle closer. Now sitting just below his knees. Causing him to smile.

“Show me. Please”. He rubs the gap between his eyebrows. Picking up the cards. His turn to fan them out. You pick up a card. Nine of diamonds. You put both your hands over it as you hold it close to your chest. You watch as he places the deck of cards back onto his side table. He leans closer to you. His hands resting gently onto your thighs as he keeps heavy eye contact with you. You try and remain deadpan as you look into his eyes. The soft blue digging into your core.

“It’s a high number… Not quite a royal but not far off of one”. He pauses. “No. Not quite a ten. I'd say a eight or nine though. Now is it a red or a black?” Pauses again. A soft sigh of air escaping him. “Is it the nine of diamonds?” Your jaw drops. Turning the card to face him. His eyes looking down as a smile comes over his lips. Looking back up at you. “Told you I could read minds”. You shake your head.

“How the hell do you do that?”

“Magic” he smiles. His eyes widen as he says the word. Causing you to smile as you cock your head. He smiles too. You lean over him. Placing your card onto the top of the deck. Holding onto his shoulder as you lean to keep balance. Sitting back up straight you lean back onto your heals. Still straddling his legs as his hands remain on you. You yawn. Covering your mouth with both hands as your eyes screw shut. Lifting your arms up as you stretch. He watches you. Eyes fixed on your features as you bring your hands down.

Feeling his hand move. Going to the back of your neck. Pulling you into him as his lips meet yours. You let out a satisfied hum into the kiss. Your hands going up as you cradle his face between your palms. His other hand moves from your thigh. Going to your lower back as he pulls you fully onto his lap. You chest pressed firmly against his.

His hand from the back of your neck move downwards. Trailing down the length of your spine. Slotting itself between your shoulder blades as he holds you flush against him. Moving your hands to wrap around his shoulders. Pulling away slightly. Faces no more then an inch away from each other. He moves his hand from your spine. Bringing it down. Lifting up the end of your silk nightdress. Letting it pool around your waist. Your eyes fixated onto his as he looks up at you. Moving one of your hands from around him to move down. Holding the clothing up as his fingers move delicately across the skin.

A small whine leaves your lips as he traces his finger over your clit. A faint smile coming over his face as he starts making small circles onto the nub. Your hand gripping the fabric as the other digs into the flesh of his shoulder. Imprinting your nails into the skin. You lull your head to the side. Your mouth parting as soft moans leave your lips. Fluttering your eyes shut. Feeling the ecstasy building inside of you. His hand moving on your core. Feeling him push a digit into your cunt.

“Fuck”. You breath out the cuss. Your hands go to the back of his neck. Tilting your head back. He kisses your throat. Curling his fingers inside of you as his thumb works on your clit. Your pussy fluttering around him. You let out a broken moan. Putting your head forward as you capture his lips with yours. Kissing him as your high begins to build. He brings his hand from your hip to the back of your neck. Holding it as your lips mould together. His fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Please. Please sir". You murmur against his lips. Feeling him smiling against your skin. Feeling his eyes watching you as you come undone onto his fingers. A slow yet intense orgasm filling your body. He continues moving inside of you. Helping you ride out the high before he removes the digits. Kissing your neck again. Moving the strap of your dress off of your shoulder.

“Tommy?” Your voice quiet against the still room. He moves. Eyes able to watch yours. You feel your cheeks reddening at the unasked question.

“I-I-” You stutter out the words. Your voice going into an even quieter whisper before you speak. Eyes falling to his shoulder. "Can you... make love to me... please...". Your voice so small as those words hit his ears. Eyes glancing back up. His features remain soft as he looks at you. Not saying a word. You'd have thought that after two years of marriage you could read him better. Your cheeks go a darker shade of crimson. Shit. Why did you have to say that? Why couldn’t you have been a normal person and just said ‘put your cock in me’ or ‘I want to fuck’. Worried you'd ruined the moment with your question you look down fully. Shaking your head slightly.

“Shit" you mutter. "I'm sorry” you whisper an apology. Shaking your head. Silently cursing at yourself. Going to move off of his lap. His hands move to your hips. Gripping them. Holding you in place as he senses you movements. He stays silent. Not making a sound as he pulls you upwards. You reposition your hands onto his shoulders. Moving your legs so you're straddling him more. An arm moves around your hips. Holding you close as the other releases himself from his confines. Feeling him line the tip to your entrance. Letting you slowly sink down onto him.

A loud moan leaving your lips as he fills you. His hands go to the bottom of your night dress. Pulling the item up and over your body. Tossing it to the side. His hands run over your body. Fingers rough compared to the sweet touch of the pads dancing over your skin. Crossing your stomach. Over your chest. Down your arms. Worshiping your every curve. His eyes staying on yours. One hand going to your lower back. The other to your hip. Gently starting to move you. A slow yet intimate pace as you feel him fitting so perfectly inside of you.

He leans forward. Lips capturing yours. Your hand goes to his cheek. The other remaining on his shoulder. Your delicate noises being lost into the kiss. His hand moves from your hip. Finding where the two of your meet. Using his middle finger to rub small circles onto your clit.

“Shit”. You mutter. Moving your head into his shoulder. His hand moves from your back. Hips and fingers still working as he tenderly takes your jaw. Moving your head from his shoulder. Moving down to rest around your throat. No pressure against it. Just resting. Holding you there.

“Keep your eyes on me”. You nod. Meeting his ocean eyes. A blush creeping across your face as you keep eye contact with him. His face smiles as he watches you. The hand that was on his cheek goes to his wrist. Holding it close to you as he keeps you watching him. Feeling your high building up once again. His work inside of you plus his fingers making your orgasm build up quickly. You fight to keep your eyes on him. The adorable determined expression on your face causing him to smile. Leaning forward as he kisses you.

“Cum for me sweetheart. Let me feel you”. You let out a stifled moan. Eyes rolling back as you grind against him a couple more times. Letting the action push your orgasm over the edge. Your hands gripping onto him. Legs pushing together. “Good girl”. He coos. The praise going straight to your core. Causing you to let out a mild whine. He kisses you again. Hand still wrapped around your throat as he keeps your entire body from collapsing. Body trembling as he continues his work on your stimulated cunt.

“Please. Please Thomas”

“Just a little longer” he grunts. His gaze going down to where you two meet. “Fuck”. He mutters. His hand tightens around your throat. Feeling the bluntness of his nails digging into the skin. His hand moves from your cunt. Gripping at the flesh of your thigh. A grunt escapes his lips. Stilling your body as he cums. His seed spilling into you. You smile at the feeling. Eyes rolling into your head as you give out a satisfied moan. You gently grind against him. Helping him ride out his high. He leans back onto the headboard. Breathing deeply as he watches you. His hand falling from your throat to your leg. Resting onto it. His fingers gently dancing onto the bare skin.

 “Ok… I'm tired again now”. You open your eyes. Sleepily smiling at him. He lets out a soft chuckle as you muster up the energy to move off of his lap. You let out a soft groan. Lifting yourself off of him. Sitting next to him. He continues watching you. You push your legs together as you start to feel his seed come out of your hole. He notices your mild discomfort. Adjusting his underwear. Putting himself away before he stands up. Grabbing a small hand towel. Coming and sitting back next to you. You go to take it from him but he just shakes his head.

“Lie down”. He speaks. Voice demanding yet soft. You take a few seconds to process his words but you do as he asks. His hands gently parting your legs as he wipes the juices from between your legs. You watch the feared and dangerous gangsta care for your body. A small smile coming over your feature. Quickly shaking the warm and fuzzy feeling.

Once he's cleaned you up he gets under the covers. Covering your naked frame with them. He grabs out a cigarette. Lighting the end of it. He remains sat up as you watch his face. Leaning his head back as he looks towards the ceiling. Removing the stick as he exhales. You bring a hand out. Motioning at the item. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“I won this”. He looks at you and smiles. You playfully glare at him as he draws a drag from it. Bringing it down. Letting you take it from his grip. Taking a puff of it. Retracting it from your lips as you place it back into his hand. Breathing the smoke out as you talk.

“God I'm going to miss the silence tomorrow with everyone here”. He nods. Cigarette resting between his index and middle finger.

“What time are your sisters coming?”

“Elizabeth has told me she's seeing someone in the morning so she’ll come round in the afternoon”. You turn to face him. Rolling your body. Moving the bed covers to make yourself decent as you rest your cheek onto your hands. “I think she's seeing a male acquaintance”

“Yeah?” You nod.

“She's been sneaking off a lot recently. Plus she doesn’t come round as often”

“Maybe she's just getting older?”

“Maybe…” you run your thumb over your lips as you think. “I think she's seeing one of your Peaky men”

“What makes you think that?” He looks at you. Amusement on his features at your theorising.

“I don’t know. I just think she is”

“Which one?”

“Edward. The younger one who delivered our groceries whilst we were at the safe house”. He nods. Pushing his lips together as he draws another drag. “He comes round here a lot more often then any of the others. Especially when my sister is here”. You rub your face with your hand. Shrugging. “I might be wrong though”

“Have you ever been wrong about your theories?”

“Once I thought someone was having an affair. Tried blackmailing her. Turns out she just had a new dog but her husband was allergic so she kept it a secret”. He laughs. “It made for a very awkward family meal”. You yawn. Covering your mouth with the back of your hand.

“You should get some rest”. You nod. Noticing his unmoving nature as he takes another draw from his cigarette. Hesitating a moment before reaching your hand out. Gently placing your hand on his wrist. Rubbing your thumb over the veins.

“You should sleep too”. His eyes glance to the affection. Moving he snuffs out the cigarette. You retract your hand. Placing it back to rest under your cheek. Watching as he puts the lamp out beside him. Going further under the covers. The bed covers come halfway up his torso. His arm going up and resting behind his head. Shutting your eyes as his breathing starts to deepen. Letting sleep take over you both.

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[saintsenara]

if tom riddle had somehow been found in the orphanage while he was a baby and been adopted by the riddle family, do you think they would have changed his name? i cant imagine them just keeping the name marvolo. how would tom jrs life turned out if his family had raised him?

thank you very much for the ask, anon!

what tom jr.'s life would have been like if tom sr. had raised him is something i've had a couple of other asks for, so that's coming at another time.

but on the name thing:

i do think that the riddles would probably have changed wee tom's name... because "tom" is a diminutive. tom riddle sr. would legally have been "thomas", and his nickname would only have been used among close friends or family.

the norms on this have changed a lot in the past thirty-or-so years - and diminutives [including, of course, "harry"] are now widely used in britain as standalone names by all social classes - but in the 1920s it would have been thought of as extremely vulgar for a child to be legally named "tom" or "tommy" instead of "thomas".

[which is an important character detail about the canonical voldemort - he's not just legally "tom" in order to make the anagram work. it's yet another thing which marks him out as working-class among his peers at hogwarts.]

so tom jr. would definitely be upgraded to thomas, at the very least. the riddles might also consider changing his name altogether - although it's worth saying that it wouldn't automatically signify anything for him not to be named after his father [that is, tom sr. might not want his son to share his name because the idea has negative connotations for him, but nobody outside of the family would realise this]. it's much, much less common in britain - both historically and today - for firstborn sons to be named after their fathers than it is in other parts of the world, even in the [non-royal - it's more common among royalty for the establishment of dynastic mystique] upper-classes.

what is common among families from the riddles' class-background is choosing from a fairly tight selection of names which turn up across the generations.

so, let's say that tom sr. is thomas william edward riddle - and his father is william robert george riddle - and his grandfather was robert james edward riddle - and his great-grandfather was thomas george louis riddle... then we have a series of potential names for tom jr. to end up having bestowed upon him.

and i think he would. although not - i think it's worth saying - because keeping the name "marvolo" would indicate anything to wider society that the riddles would prefer to keep hidden. it sounds enough like a surname that this could be what they explained it away as - taking advantage of the fact that merope wasn't around to say otherwise to put about the story that tom jr.'s mother was some sort of exotic beauty ["marvolo" would sound plausibly like an italian surname to many english speakers, for example] who died in glamorously tragic circumstances. including the mother's maiden name as [one of] the child's middle name[s] is a common practice in britain.

instead, i think the riddles would change his name because i love to take harry-tom parallels wherever i can find them, and i imagine that they would share the dursleys' belief that not acknowledging the existence of magic would keep it away from wee tom...

[kindred-sims]

It was in the late hours of the night that it happened again. Sharp, sudden pains ransacked Agnes’ body without warning, and she knew right away that the baby was about to be born.

Little Charlie lay asleep in his room, watched over by his father while Martha and Dr. Collins tended to Aggie as she labored. This time around, Will was less nervous, but couldn’t help but worry still. It was frustrating to hear his wife’s screams of pain and be helpless to do anything about them, but he didn’t dare show that it was bothering him, less it wake and upset his son.

Still, it didn’t make it any easier for him to listen. This labor was arguably much longer than Charlie’s had been, and Agnes was in more pain than she’d ever been before.

By the time dawn was breaking and the sun began to rise in the sky, another Barclay had entered the world – another little boy. Aggie couldn’t help but feel a strong wave of disappointment as she had so badly wanted a daughter, but the feeling didn’t last very long. For as soon as she looked at her new son for the first time, she’d fallen in love all over again – just as hard, and just as fast as she had when Charlie had been placed in her arms.

She and Will decided to name the little boy Thomas Glenn -- Tommy for short, after Aggie's grandfather. He was a tiny lad, much smaller than his brother, but nonetheless welcomed by his family.

[shelbydelrey]

Etheline Hill of Casterly Rock

"A dog raised among lions"

MASTERLIST

cw: canon typical violence (both GOT and Peaky), misogyny, incest, infidelity, animal abuse, death, murder, sexual content, HEAVY ANGST.

A/N: I adapted Tommy's name into Tommen Selby in order to fit the Westeros medieval aesthetic. And no, Selby isn't a typo: it is the root name, in Norse culture, of the modern Shelby name.

BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION

Born: 213 AC (one of the Free Cities)

Died: 239 AC (Casterly Rock)

POLITICAL INFORMATION

House(s): -

Affiliation(s): House Lannister; House Selby

TITLE(s)

Lady of Casterly Rock (posthumous)

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Also known as: Ethel

Culture: Westermen

Religion: Faith of The Seven

Father: Robert Lannister II

Mother: Unknown

Sibling(s): Heinrich Lannister; Daisy Lannister

Spouse: Heinrich Lannister

Lover(s): May Dondarrion (unconfirmed); Tommen Selby

Issue: -

HISTORY

Etheline’s place of birth is cited to be one of the Free Cities and her mother’s name remains unknown. Under the bastard surname “Hill” of the Westerlands, she was raised in Casterly Rock and received a formal education. Maester Dallar, who served the Lannisters from Lord Benam Lannister’s rule until the House’s extinction, noted that “while she is a child of no particular beauty and no particular intelligence, she compensates with dedication”. Heinrike, Robert Lannister’s wife, wrote to her sister about the girl’s tutoring: “I do not know why i’m being punished. I gave him two children - one of them a son above all - and yet Robert treats the creature to a higher prestige than Daisy”.

Witnesses recall that during childhood, Daisy and Etheline never displayed affection towards one another. Heinrich, however, often played pranks on his half-sister¹. There is no confirmation on whether or not their incestuous relationship started in these early days.

Robert Lannister II died at 220 AC thirty-seventh year, rendering Heinrich the sole male heir of House Lannister. In a letter to Lady May of House Dondarrion, Etheline briefly spoke about her father: “There is a daydream i allow myself to indulge: around the age of six, my father kneels before me and calls me Rhaenys. His eyes are kind while he speaks to me and full of a joy that can only be conjured through imagination. I dip inside this fantasy to pretend that i was once loved enough to be named after the First Queen of Westeros.”

The Hill girl’s stay at Casterly Rock was questioned after her father’s passing but once asked about it Lord Robert replied: “She was smeared into this world already. By trying to remove the stain, it will only further ruin the fabric.”

At her sixteenth year, she started to frequent tournaments and, although unnatural, she aided her grandfather in fiscal duties.

At 233 AC, Lady May Dondarrion requested the company of Daisy Lannister at Blackhaven. The invitation was accepted but Etheline was sent in her sister’s place². No offence was recorded on Lady Dondarrion’s part. Servants reported that the two women spent an awful lot of time behind closed doors; either in the Mistress chambers or the castle’s library and these rumours coupled with a specific passage in one of their correspondence (in which Hill pleads: “Please, give myself back to me. You’ve uncovered a truth about myself that i would rather remain concealed.”) paved the route of speculation of the possibility of an affair between the two.

At 235 AC, Lord Tommen Selby arrived in Casterly Rock. In correspondence to Lady Dondarrion, she laid out what is believed to be her first impressions of the Warden of The North: “He seeks gold after sacking the North” and “He is as tall as the shortest Lannister woman”³. She accompanied him to Lannisport on multiple occasions and even followed his delegation to the vassal House Payne. Story goes that at a Casterly Rock’s market, the Lord of Winterfell helped the illegitimate daughter of House Lannister rescue a dog from a number of kids that found pleasure in stoning the animal. Tommen would later report: “Despite being a sizable beast, the dog was skin and bones by the time we found him, with rashes all over his body and at least one broken paw. The sight of her red dress drove the little miscreants away, although two of them ran off with screams of ‘here comes the Lady of Casterly Rock’, but even so he wouldn’t let us close, showing his teeth and barking at every step we took. To him we were no different than his assailants. My suggestion of feeding him a piece of bread with a few drops of sedative didn’t please her at first but with the lack of alternatives she was forced to agree; i could tell she couldn’t bear to see the dog licking his own wounds. We had to wait until my squire came back from the Rock with a vial and i had my own reservations as to whether or not the animal would accept the offer of food but alas a dog is a dog and soon he succumbed to the medicine. I carried him to spare her the misery; at the mercy of a heavy sleep, the creature resembled a corpse. On our way back to the fortress, she shed silent tears and to this day the wails trapped in her chest haunt my sleep.”

It is uncertain if the liaison between Lord Tommen and Etheline started prior to his engagement to her half-sister⁴ but historians speculate, based on the following letter, that she seduced the man out of jealousy of her sister:

“It’s been two weeks since your departure and i’m already tracing the marks of your teeth whenever your absence makes itself physical. You can gloat; it is the sweetest defeat i’ve ever surrendered myself to. You can even have another of my sordid secrets: i’ve came on my fingers, repeatedly, thinking only of your warm mouth on my thigh.  

Are you sure no Stark blood runs in your veins? Because your canines do resemble a wolf’s and its punctures are the ones taking the longest to heal. I dread the moment the purple coloration will fade into yellow, i dread that the imprints of your mouth will fade with it and that any sign you’ve ever been here will disappear. I can only hope that the memory is as equally scarred on my soul as it is on my body. Which of us is madder? Me, for requesting your bite or you, for obliging to such a grotesque request?

Have you bedded my sister? By the time this letter reaches [the caravan], the two of you will still be a good few miles away from Winterfell and not yet married but i do wonder if curiosity or duty overtook the both of you. Despite her despise for your low birth, i can picture Daisy warming your bed in defiance - to you and Robert -, as if to say “i won’t treat myself as a victim”. Will you learn to love this fire that resides inside her? Or will it melt the ice of your newly conquered castle until all the Selbys drown?

Don’t fret, however. She will never hate you like i do. She will never make love to you like i do.”

They carried on their affair through correspondence⁵ until 238 AC, the year of Lord Robert’s death.

Heinrich, heir of House Lannister and half-brother of Etheline, was at the Stormlands under the ward of Lord Alfred Baratheon in the events of his passing, rendering his mother Heinrike the only official member of House Lannister presiding over Casterly Rock. This vulnerability was appropriated by House Greyjoy that set up an attack at Lannisport. Heinrike summoned House Arryn, her place of birth, and Etheline requested the aid of Lord Eustace Tyrell⁶, who attended her call. The uprising was quickly vanquished with remarks such as these by General Jorrel of the Westerland army: “Lady Heinrike displayed courage and provided the strength necessary to march on against the Greyjoys. But it was Etheline who carried the calm of unwavering certainty that there would be no defeat; a Lannister trait that was still fresh and was mourned at the mouths of the soldiers.” Heinrich returned with his great-aunt Lenora Baratheon, the twin sister of Lord Robert Lannister I. His first act as Lord of House Lannister was to behead Lord Kollion Greyjoy under orders of King Aegon Targaryen V. Etheline was by his side during the punishment.

From early childhood, Elizabeth Baratheon had been promised to Heinrich. Nevertheless, in late 238 AC, the man sought Septon Carn in Payne territory to secretly unite him in marriage with his half-sister, Etheline Hill. Blind, half-deaf and an octogenarian, the scholar conducted the ceremony unaware of the incestuous nature of the relationship. However, a month later the engagement with House Baratheon wasn’t broken and the union of Elizabeth and Heinrich took place in Casterly Rock as scheduled. In early 239 AC, the unlawful marriage's witness, who remains anonymous, denounced the deed. House Baratheon declared war on the Lannisters and demanded Heinrich's head as Elizabeth's immediate return.

In what is believed to be Etheline's final letter, the woman [discorre] about her condition in those hectic days:

“Dear Tommen,

I hope this letter found its way into your hands. Heinrike locked me inside my room and there’s little access to food and water, let alone a piece of parchment. I only got my hands on this one after appealing to the motherly side of Daisy’s old maid. The hag always pitied me and now she finally had the chance to crumble before this motherless child. I am being mean, i know. If your eyes are roaming this words, it’s all thanks to her. But i can’t control my anger. At this moment, it is aimless and innocent people get hurt as a result.

By now, you must be aware of my sins. I won’t apologise. A lifetime of sorries led me to where i am today. So why am i writing to you? I suppose it’s due to our own fairshare of misdeeds. Or perhaps it’s simply me being audacious in an attempt to tell my side of the story to the only pair of ears willing to listen.

I’ve loved Heinrich ever since my fourteenth nameday. I danced on my own that day, to the sound of drums that existed only in my head. It took me some time to notice him watching me but when i did, i paused as a deer caught in a trap. I waited to be berated, the punishment, however, never came. Instead, his lips claimed mine under the peach tree. 

In the following years he promised me the world: to make me Lady Lannister of Casterly Rock. The lie fed me when i was hungry, warmed me when i was cold and it lulled me to sleep for countless night but i always took it for what it was, a fantasy. And yet, i cried as if the heavens were torturing me after his departure to Storm’s End. It was particularly agonising for he denounced me a month prior, declaring that our love was an abomination. I didn’t have the spirit to tell him that as an anathema, there was no other way i could devote myself to him. 

Does the knowledge of having touched such rotten flesh makes you feel sick*? 

Time came and he returned. I was prepared to never speak of our private matters and offer him only my wits to continue my work of aiding the Lannisters but he surprised me by kneeling and declaring that he hadn’t spent a day without thinking about me. He looked feeble. Despite the broad shoulders and the stern face, he was still the sixteen year old that sneaked into my room, as i was still that foolish girl, because, Lord Tommen, i took him in.

The wedding wasn’t meant to have any validity. It was meant to serve as a token for our crimes and he purposely chose Septon Carn not only for his elderliness but also his forgetfulness. It was never meant to end up like this.

There you have it, Lord Tommen, my pathetic life and my pathetic excuses. Now, i’m at the mercy of god.

I have one last request: please find Rusty. I managed to take him out of the keep before Heinrike could come for him but he’s now wandering the streets of Casterly Rock alone, and you know they don’t treat him kindly. He’s the only son i’ll ever have and i’ve abandoned him just like my mother did to me.

Yours,

Etheline”

Although the Faith publicly accused Heinrich and Etheline of incest, they lacked the judicial power to trial the siblings. Nonetheless, Heinrike sanctioned a walk of atonement to be performed by the young bastard. As tradition, her mane, eyebrows and genitalia were stripped of hair. A crowd of approximately five thousand people awaited the woman at Casterly Rock’s castle. They followed her march with screams of “Whore!” and “Harlot”. Some say she cried through the trajectorie’s entirety while others assert that she endured everything with a directionless gaze. It is believed that the event was a diversion so Heinrich could embark on a ship to the free city of Braavos. The following morning, however, his body was found hanging by a rope tied to a hook in the roof. 

Etheline died of stoning at the gates of Lannisport.

Lord Tommen Selby arrived with his calvary at the end of the day. Upon seeing Etheline’s body displayed at the square, he slit the throat of the City’s Guard Chief, who at that moment was still trying to contain the havoc and the trampling. Records disclose that he removed his cape, enveloped the woman’s corpse and cried at the nook of her neck. He later trailed all the way back to Casterly Rock while carrying Etheline in his arms.

Etheline Hill was posthumously titled Lady of Casterly Rock by Lord Tommen⁷.

She features in “The Lineages and History of The Great Houses of The Seven Kingdoms”. Her passage reads: “ETHELINE HILL, born to the late Robert Lannister, second of his name, and [obscure], in the year 203d after Aegon’s Landing at the Last Hearth. Blonde of hair, brown of eyes, wed in her twenty-sitch year to her brother HEINRICH LANNISTER. Died in her twenty-sixth year from stoning at Casterly Rock.”

¹ The scar on Etheline’s left temple is believed to come from one of this incidents.

² Daisy Lannister spent the summer of 233 AC at King’s Landing, where it is believed she was being courted by prince Daeron Targaryen.

³ It is likely that Etheline was referring to herself, as the Lannister women contemporary to her were reportedly taller than Lord Selby.

⁴ It is uncertain why Lord Robert declined prince Daeron’s offer of engagement in favour of a landed knight such as Lord Tommen Selby.

⁵ A series of correspondence, spanning from the end of 235 AC until the end of 238 AC, exchanged between Lord Tommen Selby and Lady Etheline Hill, were found in a chest kept by the side of his bed after the Lord of Winterfell and Casterly Rock and Hand of The King was assassinated by prince Aerys II at Red Keep, King’s Landing.

⁶ Lord Eustace Tyrell was the second cousin of Heinrich Lannister, Daisy Lannister and Etheline Hill. He employed his forces to House Lannister during the Greyjoy Uprising.

⁷ After defeating Houses Tyrell and Baratheon in the Siege of Casterly Rock, event in which without a male Lannister heir, Lord Eustace Tyrell laid claim to the Westerlands due to him being a Lannister descendant on the female side, Lord Tommen Selby, now Lord of Casterly Rock had Etheline posthumously titled Lady as his first decree.

* the line "makes you feel sick" is directly inspired by the song Strangers by Ethel Cain.

tags: @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @evita-shelby @mischievouslittlecreature @peakyswritings @cillmequick @darklydeliciousdesires

[evita-shelby]

A different sort of man

III

Gif by @crackshipandcrap

The business side is similar, but very different.

The house was different as well, all done with the strange elegance and mysterious charm of its lady.

They were wealthier, Miss. Smith had come with a dowry worthy of a queen and her portion of her family’s shipping company.

They had a boy, Charles Henry, named after his uncle and her late father, and five or six months older than his son. He was dark haired, blue eyed and had his mother’s freckles sprinkled over the bridge of his little nose.

This one was truly his, no doubts at all. Charlie had his mother’s eyes and Clive Macmillan’s last name.

Grace had refused to let his name be on the birth certificate, their affair swept under the rug because she wants the approbation of people who laugh at her from behind their hands.

“Does your family like me?” he asks the witch who looks full of life and love even in the photographs on his desk.

“Mixed bag, some of the more uptight ones think you’re new money trash and English ---my grandfather was a proud Irishman and my grandmother is from old money--- , some quite like you as a person.” Eva answered as she wrote down most of the codes to the safes. “I would ask if the Burgess-Caron clan like you, but I know those type of people and won’t bother asking you to confirm.”

Grace’s family didn’t even let people know they were Irish, moving to London and other parts in England the first chance they got.

“What happened to Grace in this future?” he finds himself asking.

He was curious what happened to the woman who had made him so weak and vulnerable that he went back to her.

“Dead, she made too many enemies and was shot to death in New York. I would feel bad for her, but she tried to have me killed for ratting her out, so.” Eva said with a shrug.

Her loathing of his wife was oddly charming.

Come to think of it, no woman he knew actually liked Grace.

“I should warn you, there is no version of your wife that lives past 1925.” Eva sobered up suddenly as she pulled a book from a sofa. “Danny Owens’ widow paid a great deal to curse her, married to you or no, she won't live to see spring, I’m sorry, Thomas.”

“Don’t be, Polly told me the same. Said Grace reeked of death since the day she saw her at the Garrison.” He was resigned to it, sure it would pain him, but no witch he visited could undo the curse.

The only thing you can do is make her happy in the little time she has left, the last one had warned.

Even then, Thomas was failing at that.

“Who is Eva?” Grace asks hiding her jealousy rather poorly.

How do you say the woman I am married to in a different life who got drunk and fucked around with magic last night?

“A woman with a shipping company and an affinity for witchcraft, used to live in Watery Lane. Sent Polly to sweeten the pot and see if we can get in her good books.” He lied smoothly.

“You promised to trust me, Thomas.” Grace warned looking close to tears.

Did he promise her that? Sounds like a lie.

Much like the supposed love they share.

He had asked Polly if he knew why he loved Grace, and even she couldn’t seem to find an answer to it.

With Eva, he knew why he loved her. Polly had even known before they did.

There was no substance to them, this Tommy and Grace.

Nothing beyond physical touch and empty words like it had been when they first met.

God, this Thomas has a miserable life.

“Had a dream about her, I remembered her family’s company is the second largest in the Atlantic and crazy enough to invest in mine if I play my cards right.” He had been relieved to know Eva did exist here, that her family’s company was real and that even here she is friendly with Linda.

“You said she was your wife and had a son five months older than Charles.” She said pointedly.

“Are you jealous of something I dreamed up while I was drunk, love?” he plays the sort of in love husband and tries to see if he can get her to dismiss this all as nonsense.

He doesn’t get to hear an answer because then Mary comes with a letter.

If you want me so badly, come meet me yourself.

-E.

[exhaustedpirate]

what's in a name?

i apparently can't stop thinking about "almost grown" and the amazing @perfectlysunny02's far superior work "half-grown" and since mr. evan kay won't be getting the nickname "buck" and have his whole name thing (that i know of, it still works if he does), i decided to focus on tommy because my brain is just tommy all the damn time and write a bit about him and his name in my version

His parents named him Thomas Alexander Rocker. Alexander in honour of his great-grandfather, who he was told was a great man. He had wanted his grandson to have a child but had died before Tommy was born.

Thomas became Tommy from very young, all his life really. Teachers were quickly corrected and allowed his use of the nickname on the header of his assignments.

His mother didn't care for the correction - “I chose Thomas, not Tommy, Donovan”, she’d say and he didn’t mind.

Well, he minded when Thomas came with derision, with judgement, with reproach, it was full of unhappiness and displeasure - “a B is not good enough, Thomas”, “you’re scared of everything, Thomas, you can’t be a police officer” or “only pansies like pink, Thomas”.

He minded but there was only so much he could ask of his mother before she lost her patience.

Dad called him Tommy. It was drinks sweating onto concrete floors while they tinkered with an old engine, movie nights with a million snacks that would give him a stomach-ache the next day or shooting hoops in the backyard in the warm weather. It was “don’t forget to tighten that screw, Tommy”, “trust me, buddy, nothing beats ‘love, actually’” or “nice throw, son!”.

It was warm and soft and comfortable. Not that his father couldn’t get mad, he’d heard a few “no means no, tommy” and some “tommy rocker, what did I tell you?”. But it was always Tommy, always.

At SWAT headquarters, he was Junior or Mini Rocker but there were enough Tommy's to go around. They’d play with him from the moment he was learning to walk, up to teaching him how to wrestle in the station's rink.

It was comradery and a family away from home. It was stability after his parent’s divorce. It was “Go for the right, Junior!” or “You just might break your dad’s record someday, Mini Rocker!” but most importantly, it was “Never forget, Tommy, you’ll always have a home here”.

But no one said it like Evan Kay.

They’d met a few months after the adoption was finalised. Evan had just officially joined the family and Tommy already knew a lot about him. So much so that, during his summer vacation in Florida with his mom and grandparents, he worried that he might be losing his place.

But he was still Junior, Mini Rocker and Tommy, always Tommy, when he returned. He was learning that there was always room for him. He got to keep his home, his family.

He heard Evan’s laughter first - and even at the age of 7, he knew it was so much more than a simple laugh. Deacon introduced them and, in his innermost musings, he thought Evan was sunshine. He was butterflies in his stomach and sweaty hands. He was a partner, a friend, a best friend.

He loved being called Tommy, it felt like it belonged to him, it felt like he was seen. But he loved nothing more than to be called by Evan.

It was a whiny drawn out sound of the last syllable when he was being especially snarky. It was the laughing shaking sound when he made Evan laugh so hard his side hurt. It was the sniffling hiccupping sound when Evan was sad and wanted a hug.

But most importantly, it was “I think we’ll be great friends, Tommy” stretched over a beaming grin turning into “I think I love you, Tommy” whispered against his lips.

He may have been born Thomas but he knows he knows he wants to live as Evan's Tommy.

[yutopia-eleftheria]

Bill Edward Headcanons

One of the best Glow-Ups in history ! My man ♥

Full Name : Bill Henry Edward

Nickname(s) : Billie/Billy

Age : 38 (during the events of Another Code Two Memories)

40 (during the events of Another Code R : A Journey Into Lost Memories)

Species/Race : Earthling

Human (formerly)

Place of Birth : United States

Birthday : December 31st (born in 1966)

Zodiac Sign : Capricorn

Gender : Born Male ; Gender Neutral

Sexuality : Polyamorous Androgynosexual

Nationality : American / French and English (from his father)

Residence : United States (formerly)

Blood Edward Island, United States

MBTI : ENFJ

Occupation : M.J. Labs Scientist (formerly)

J.C. Valley Scientist

Element of Harmony Bearer (Element of Legacy)

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Appearance :

Eyes : Greyish Royal Blue (left eye became lighter after being "linked" with Ryan Gray)

Hair : Light/Platinum Blonde

Skin : Caucasian

Height : 6'4" (193cm)

Weight : 185lbs (84kg)

Special Traits : Slights eyebags

Sutured scar on the right side of their face, from the cheek to above the eye (after the fall)

Missing right arm ; reminiscent of their Grandfather Henry (had to be cut off because of massive infection due to the fall)

Multiple scars, wounds and contusions (after the fall)

Differents types of aches from time to time (after the fall)

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Family and Relatives :

Parents : Frannie Edward {Mother} (deceased)

Unnamed Father (presumably deceased)

Siblings : None

Others : Henry Edward {Grandfather} (deceased)

Marie Edward {Grandmother} (deceased)

Thomas Edward {Great Uncle} (deceased)

Jane Edward {Great Aunt} (deceased)

Daniel Edward {Uncle/First Cousin Once Removed} (deceased)

Léonard Edward {Great Grandfather} (deceased)

Sally Edward {Great Grandmother} (deceased)

Lawrence Edward {Ancestor} (deceased)

Helen Edward {Ancestor} (deceased)

Richard Robbins {Brother-in-Law}

Ashley Mizuki Robbins {Niece-in-Law}

Significant Other(s) : Ryan Gray

Jessica Robbins

Best Friends : Sofia Callaghan (saved a 14 years old Sofia from being r*ped by someone when they were 23 years old, and fought them, leaving both men with bruises and blood on their shirts ; therefore a trusting relationship was created between them (Note : Momma Frannie was at first terrified but quickly became proud of her son for risking their lives to protect someone ♥)

Gets Alongs Well With : Matthew Crusoé (sees them as a "Cool Uncle")

Gina Barnes (They found her funny)

Tommy Harrisson, Elizabeth Alfred and Janet Rice (often accepts to help them train up in their songs and loves to listen to this young generation).

Captain Cliff Fox (the dude often came back to see how they handle the mansion as it is now Bill's belonging. You know, INHERITANCE).

Bob Fox (loves his recipes ever since Richard introduced them to their restaurant).

Doesn't Get Along Well With : Rex Alfred ('cuz they killed Sayoko, but they both tried their best to have a better relationship as Rex knows how great they are in their job (knows from Richard when they were working at M.J. Labs together. Because YES, as a sign of redemption, Bill works at J.C. Valley alongside the other (same for Sofia and Ryan who were hired again for the same reasons as Bill).).).

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Bill was born in 1966 in an unknown city from North America. They were raised by their mother Frannie far away from Blood Edward Island as she considers it a cursed place since many members of her family had died there. However, Bill was supposed to be born at the beginning of the year 1967, but they end up being born the very last day of 1966.

Despite his descend into depression and madness, Frannie still gave Bill her father's name as a second name because he was an amazing father nonetheless before World War II. Therefore their full name is Bill Henry Edward.

Their father supposedly abandoned them at a very young age, presumably because he wanted to have a girl. When Bill identified themselves as Gender Neutral, they went to see their father, but he rejected his child once more. Bill seemingly never saw their father ever again after that.

They may have not shown it that much, but they loved their mother deeply. Having lost her left them a huge scar on their heart. One of the main reasons why Ryan managed to get them more easily, and manipulate them into murdering Sayoko (their mixed feeling of love and hate towards Sayoko was obviously a great help too).

When they were 18, they wanted to do a gap year abroad, so they go to England (Galar), which is where their father comes from. When their mother died, they went back to the United States, which means they stayed for about 10 years in England.

Someone from England may be related to Bill. Who knows ? (well me I guess...)

Bill always had a crush on Sayoko, and it is highly suspected that they used to sleep together before Sayoko will fall in love with Richard and married him. They loved Sayoko so much that when they pretend to be Richard Robbins, Ashley's father, they got into the game and really believed they were her father for a moment. (Honestly though, they look more like her father than her ACTUAL father OMG !)

Why do I keep on making that xD

The combination of their mother's death and being rejected by Sayoko was the perfect opportunity for Ryan to manipulate them into murdering Sayoko. That wasn't before Bill told Ryan the truth about his past (Judd being his father and erasing his painful memories of his mother, being a test subject, etc...)

Bill trusted the young Ryan and never really considers Ryan as an ennemy and never felt hatred towards him. The main reason is because they never knew Ryan manipulated them before (probably because they were so young back then).

They didn't actually die after falling off in Blood Edward Island, but their body was badly injured. And more importantly, their right arm was pierced by sharp reefs, leaving them in horrible pain and stuck down there.

They will eventually be found by Ryan who was wondering why they didn't came back from the island. He would look everywhere only to find Bill at the bottom of the cliff, unconscious and bleeding out. Their body were in severe hypothermia and they stayed in a coma for around 2 years (the gap between Another Code Two Memories (Trace Memory) and Another Code R : A Journey Into Lost Memories).

Ryan was regretful of his actions towards Bill as he realized he used them as a tool when he was actually in love with him. He didn't realized it before because he couldn't feel any emotions after his father's experiments on him when back when he was a child. He stayed by Bill's side when they were in a coma, praying for them to keep fighting and coming back to him. Ryan wanted to atone for his sins towards the only one that was bold enough to tell him the truth about his past.

However, as Ryan has stated to Ashley back in the small island at Lake Juliet, Ryan will disappear when the water will naturally purify soon enough. Bill, who was barely recovering and did not wanted Ryan to disappear right as they were becoming a couple, decided to find a way to make Ryan stay no matter what. They will eventually find a way to actually make Ryan immortal, but not without having to "rewrite" everything so Ryan could stay forever with them. This "rewritting" ended up linking the two together until the very end, which may never happen as they therefore are both immortals now (at least for aging. Let's make it clear though : they will look "older", but not that much older. And they can still die for multiple reasons). This link with seemingly "liquid memory" made Bill's left turn more bluish. Thankfully though, his "veins" did not turn blue, as they were starting to become when "rewritting" everything.

Ryan will be there for Bill's rehabilitation. They needed a long time to be able to walk again properly and even do any moves at first (the combination of falling and hypothermia is definitely a hard-to-handle situation and a really painful healing process, isn't it ?). However, to be able to move freely, Bill now had to wear orthosis/splints in their legs, otherwise the pain will strike back and it could even paralyze them. Bill and Ryan will eventually end up together and will live together at Blood Edward Island. They will slowly but surely rebuilt the mansion as it was back in the days.

Before the doctors had to remove Bill's right arm, they were sometimes recoiling after they touched some of the furnitures with the golden bird designs, as if they were electrocuted on their arm. It is most likely linked to their grandfather Henry who lost his right arm in World War II.

Jessica will eventually join them, despite Bill having knocked her unconscious and havind drugged her back in the events of Blood Edward Island. She had a crush on Bill ever since they worked together at MJ Labs after all... Perhaps Stockolm Syndrome ?

This is thanks to Jessica that Bill will eventually get along again with Richard. But they will absolutely love to tease Richard from time to time. They will also get along better with Ashley as, deep down, they loved her almost like a daughter.

They are actually a good singer, a great dancer and an amazing cook. They learned all of these from their mother Frannie. They are also playing various music instruments, one of them being their mother's signature instrument : the piano. They are also pretty good at drawing and writing, but mostly drawing. They inherited this talent for their grandfather Henry who was a painter, and from their great uncle Thomas, who was a writer.

After the events of Another Code R : A Journey Into Lost Memories, Bill, alongside Ashley, Jessica and Ryan, will be gifted an Element of Harmony each : Strength, Empathy, Mercy and Alchemy respectively. Bill's Element is a Golden and a Silver Bird (referencing the Edwards' legacy) and is located in his right shoulder when he wears it. As the Element of Strength, this Element gave them a specific arm replacing their lost one, with electricity running through it (another reference), being Golden. Their armor is mostly Golden, Silver and Red.

Before Jessica joined them, Bill and Ryan had a daughter named Harmonia Edward Fitzgerald. She is Bill's precious baby jewel.

When Jessica will join them, they will all together had triplet children, with 2 sons named Crimson Gray Edward and Ayden Edward ("Ay" meaning "Moon" in Turkish, a reference to Sayoko giving "Mizuki" for a second name to Ashley, also meaning "Moon", but in Japanese. Let's not forget that they regret killing Sayoko and still loved her after all), as well as a daughter named Licilla Edward Robbins. Ayden is the older triplet, Crimson in the middle, and Licilla is the youngest.

[cantevenbeachhere]

This Ken has lore

//This post is full of good info for you to know about the Ken you’re talking to 😎

Full name: Kenneth Sean Carson

He was created by Ruth Handler because girls wrote to her and legit asked for Barbie to have a boyfriend.

He was named after Ruth & Elliot Handler’s son, Kenneth.

His birthday is March 11, 1961, when he was officially introduced on this date at an International Toy Fair in the US.

Family:

Ken has a family, even though the parents were never actually created.

Mom’s name is Edna, Ken was named after his grandfather, and whatever happened to Dad is ambiguous.

Ken’s little brother is Tommy (roughly 6 or 7 years old) was created in 1997 and discontinued in 2007. He’s in Barbie Land too (I think so anyway) but in a separate part, never seen in the movie.

Some Drama:

Barbie and Ken officially broke up in 2004 - like wow really? - as a dumb publicity stunt by Mattel. Barbie dumped him on Valentine’s Day ouch, but after Ken’s makeover for his 50th anniversary, which was showcased in Genuine Ken: The Search for the Great American Boyfriend where people could vote on his new body and face sculpt, he and Barbie got back together the following Valentine’s Day.

Careers:

This Ken’s job is just Beach🏝️…

Although, the dolls in the Real World have had over 40 careers since Ken’s debut: beach, lifeguard, surfer, nurse, wildlife vet, marine corps sergeant, photographer, barista, banker, astronaut, basketball star, dancer, doctor, dentist, film director, movie star, ice skater, reporter, science teacher, cowboy, and more.

Personality:

Simp for his gf and loveable malewife aside, this Ken is supportive, compassionate, intuitive, and a bit of a daydreamer. In other media, Ken is also very confident. But this Ken is based on Barbie (2023), so this Ken is not quite that confident. Also, he cares about fashion, being a fashion doll and all.

This Ken does not like Blaine. IYKYK

Also this Ken is proud of the fact Disney gave Ken the dreamhouse in Toy Story 3.

[denimbex1986]

'Cillian Murphy is getting noted for his role of J. Robert Oppenheimer in the film Oppenheimer and he is looking very promising in the role. He is all geared for the big release and for the promotion of the film.

Murphy was born on 25 May 1976 in Douglas, Cork. His mother taught French while his father, Brendan, worked for the Department of Education. His grandfather, aunts, and uncles were also teachers. He was raised in Ballintemple, Cork he had two sisters and one brother. He started writing and performing songs at the age of 10. He was raised Catholic and attended the fee-paying Catholic secondary school Presentation Brothers College, where he did well academically but often got into trouble, sometimes being suspended; he decided in his fourth year that misbehaving was not worth the hassle. Not keen on sports, which was a major part of the school’s curriculum, he found that artistic pursuits were neglected at the school.

Murphy did his first performance in secondary school when he participated in a drama module presented by Corcadorca Theatre Company director Pat Kiernan. Novelist William Wall, who was his English teacher, encouraged him to pursue acting but he was set on becoming a rock star. In his late teens and early 20s, he sang and played the guitar in several bands alongside his brother, Páidi, and the Beatles-obsessed duo named their most successful band The Sons of Mr. Green Genes, which they adopted from the Frank Zappa song of the same name. They were offered a five-album deal by Acid Jazz Records, which they rejected because Páidi was still in school and the duo did not agree with the small amount of money they would get for giving the record label the rights to Murphy’s compositions.

Murphy began studying law at University College Cork (UCC) in 1996 but failed his first-year exams because he was busy with his band, but he knew within days after starting at UCC that law was not what he wanted to do. After seeing Corcadorca’s stage production of A Clockwork Orange, directed by Kiernan, acting began to garner his interest. His first major role was in the UCC Drama Society’s amateur production of Observe the Sons of Ulster Marching Towards the Somme, which starred Irish-American comedian Des Bishop.

He made his professional debut in Enda Walsh’s 1996 play Disco Pigs and in the 2001 screen adaptation of the same name. His early notable film credits include the horror film 28 Days Later (2002), the dark comedy Intermission (2003), the thriller Red Eye (2005), the Irish war drama The Wind That Shakes the Barley (2006), and the thriller Sunshine (2007). He played a transgender Irish woman in the comedy-drama Breakfast on Pluto (2005), which earned him a nomination for a Golden Globe Award.

Murphy began collaborating with filmmaker Christopher Nolan in 2005, playing Scarecrow in The Dark Knight Trilogy (2005–2012) as well as appearing in Inception (2010) and Dunkirk (2017). He gained prominence for his role as Tommy Shelby in the BBC period drama series Peaky Blinders (2013–2022) and for starring in the horror sequel A Quiet Place Part II (2020). In 2023, he starred as J. Robert Oppenheimer in Nolan’s biopic Oppenheimer.

In 2011, Murphy won the Irish Times Theatre Award for Best Actor and Drama Desk Award for Outstanding Solo Performance for the one-man play Misterman. In 2020, The Irish Times named him one of the greatest Irish film actors.'

[callmebrycelee]

9-1-1: LONE STAR REACTION

This reaction is for the season 4, eighth episode "Control Freaks" which originally aired March 14, 2023. The episode was written by Jalysa Conway and directed by Toni Garrett. Spoilers ahead!

***LAST TIME ON 9-1-1: LONE STAR***Paul went out on a date with Asha Fulton - the department advocate from the Professional Standards Division of the Austin Fire Department Internal Affairs. Also, Tommy hit a rough patch in her relationship with Trevor when his daughter, Melody, attempts to break them up.

Now that we're all caught up, let's chat about episode eight - CONTROL FREAKS.  

We begin the episode at Captain Strand's abode. Owen, Mateo, and Nancy are gathered to see TK and Carlos' tuxedos for the wedding. Now Ronen Rubinstein and Rafael Silva are hot just in regular clothes. In formalwear they are absolutely gorgeous. I love that they were wearing simple yet sophisticated black tuxes instead of doing the whole thing where one of them wears white and the other wears black. Even the bowties are black. People really underestimate the simplicity of black and white. Let the pop of color be the flowers and the other decorations. Anywho, I digress! Owen tells them the tuxes don't work and he isn't particularly fond of the pocket squares. He says they're bland like Paul's oatmeal.

SHAAAAADDDDDDEEEE! Mateo calls the tuxes dope but Owen tells them they're not going for dope. They're going for transcendent. Owen is a bit of a bridezilla, or rather a groomzilla, in this scene and it was so much fun to watch TK and Carlos bond over their mutual annoyance over the situation. 

We then see Marjan on her bike. It's so good to see our Firefox! She's all the way in New Mexico which I reckon isn't that far from Austin, Texas. She comes across a man and a woman standing next to an RV that's on fire. Marjan gets off her bike and tells them to step away from the RV. She uses a fire extinguisher and puts out the small fire. The couple introduces themselves as travel vloggers and Marjan tells them about her Instagram account. She also tells them that she used to be a firefighter. Marjan says she thought being on the open road would grant her some clarity and purpose but all she's found is more road. Marjan diagnoses the issue with the RV. Turns out it's the A/C belt creating the issue. Marjan cuts the belt and tells them they need a new one, especially out in the sweltering desert. She wishes them both luck. When Marjan goes to get back on her bike, she finds a note presumably from the woman, Kiley (Brooke Sorenson) saying Help, he's going to kill me. It is after this scene that I immediately told my mom this is very similar to the whole Gabby Petito and Brandon Laundrie case from a few years ago. I know Lone Star and the OG series parody real-life emergencies but this is one of the first times I can recall one of the shows actually drawing from a real-life situation.

In our next scene we see a man named Kevin (Cory Blevins) teaching his son Wesley (Benjamin Stockham) how to drive. Kevin's extremely Type A behavior is stressing Wesley out. So much so that it causes Wesley to hit one of the obstacles set up for his parallel parking test. Kevin chastises him and talks about his perfect driving record. Wesley calls his dad a control freak. They both end up getting out of the car and Kevin climbs into the driver's seat. Shortly thereafter, Kevin starts having an attack which causes his foot to smash down on the gas pedal. We then get a 9-1-1 call from Wesley telling Grace that his car has flew up the road.

The 126 arrive at the scene and everyone is baffled as to how there is a medium-sized sedan lodged in a telephone pole. Both Kevin and Wesley are still conscious which is a miracle in itself. Wesley thinks his dad is having a heart attack because his grandfather died from a widowmaker. There are live wires all around the car causing sparks to go off in all directions. Judd raises the ladder on the rig and Paul climbs to the top very similarly to how Buck did over on the OG series. Paul first hands Wesley a blanket to use to put over the broken window. The blanket will serve as an insulator. He then places a board int he car and tells Wesley that his dad will need to come out first since he's having a medical emergency. Kevin starts freaking out and tells them that it's not a good idea to leave the car until the electrical company arrives and shuts off the power. Wesley tells his dad to shut up and let him help him. Kevin complies and Wesley ties a rope around his waist. Meanwhile the car is now on fire so it's tick-tock, gotta hurry! Kevin is eased out of the vehicle and now it's Wesley's turn. Wesley manages to exit the car and Judd swings the ladder away from the car just in the nick of time. The car exploded but everyone is safe. The fire is put out and Wesley rides in the ambulance with his dad. 

Over at the firehouse, TK and Carlos are eating lunch. The rest of the 126 arrive and they are happy to discover that Carlos has brought them street tacos. YUM! Owen says he can't eat tacos because he has a wedding to go to. Oh, Owen. SMH. LOL. He reminds TK and Carlos of the cake-tasting at his house. He also tells them he knows of a gluten-free, daily-free, whatever-free bakery that can make their cake. Owen then starts to rail against sugar. Carlos calls him a dadzilla. Good one, Carlos! TK defends his dad but Nancy tells him that Owen is drunk on power. TK is happy because this is the first time in a long time he's seen his dad so invested. Judd suggests TK and Carlos have a talk with Owen and speaks of the issues he had with Grace's father prior to them tying the knot. Carlos says that someone needs to stand up to Owen and he knows the perfect person. Cue Godfather music.

TK and Carlos go to see Andrea Reyes (Roxana Brusso) and tell her all about Owen taking over their wedding planning. Andrea reminds them that the relationship between in-laws is too important. She cannot interfere. Carlos tells her Owen wants to go gluten-free on the cake and she responds with a resounding Hell to the No!

Back in New Mexico, Marjan pulls up to a diner. She sees the couple from earlier. A trucker named Patty (played by the amazing Dot-Marie Jones) sits by her at the counter. Marjan is too occupied with staring at the couple to notice. Patty tells her that she's being creepy. Marjan tells her she helped the couple with some engine trouble and when she finished she saw a note on her bike. Marjan can't reconcile the note with the happy couple eating. Patty tells Marjan that if she thinks something's going on, it's worth checking out. It's better to be a kook than for the girl to end up dead. Great advice, Patty! Marjan sees Kiley head for the restroom so she decides to make her move. Kiley hugs Marjan when she sees her and Marjan notices the bruises on her neck. Marjan says she will call the cops but Kiley says there's no use since the police won't do anything. Kiley says she was hoping Marjan would save her but Marjan says there's no room on her bike. She tells the woman to finish her lunch and she will think of something. They both leave the restroom. 

Marjan returns to her seat and asks Patty where she's headed. Patty tells her she's heading close to Denver. Marjan suggests that Kiley can ride with Patty and Patty seems on board with the idea. An announcement over the intercom lets Kiley and her boyfriend, Grant (Cameron Cowperthwaite) that their RV is ready. Marjan decides to send two pieces of apple pie over to Kiley and Grant to stall them.

TK heads over to Owen's house with Andrea and Carlos. Owen is looking at floral arrangements. Owen tells Andrea she should be involved in the cake-tasting. He has her try two pieces of cake and she likes slice number two. Owen announces the cake is vegan which is shocking to Andrea. Both TK and Carlos try the vegan cake and have to admit that it's delicious. Owen and Andrea appear to be getting along very well which means Carlos' plan to reign Owen in has backfired big time. Owen asks Andrea to help out with flower arrangements and Andrea is thrilled. It appears two monsters have been created!

Meanwhile, back in New Mexico, Grant is upset over the price of the fan belt for the RV. Kiley suggests posting more videos as a means of getting more money. He blames her for their added expenses. When he goes to start the RV, the engine won't crank up. He lashes out at the mechanic. Marjan walks up and tries to distract Grant while Kiley sneaks away to Patty's truck. The mechanic notices something unplugged and Grant gets suspicious of Marjan. That's when he notices Kiley is gone. Marjan tells him he will never see her again. We then watch as Patty's truck pulls away but Kiley is not on board. Kiley walks back over to Grant. Marjan is seething! Back in Texas, Owen and Andrea look at flower arrangements while TK and Carlos observe. TK is overwhelmed and Andrea says you only get married once - or, in Carlos' case, twice. SHAAAAADDDDDDEEEE! Owen and Andrea are shade assassins! TK and Carlos are not feeling the flower arches and orchids. TK's frustration and anger bubbles over and he snaps. He calls Owen controlling and fires him as their unofficial wedding planner. Carlos also fires his mom.

Back on the road in New Mexico, Grant is upset with Kiley because she almost left him. Kiley apologizes and tells him she loves him so much. She cries and he tells her she does not get to cry. Grant continues to yell at her and Kiley confesses to leaving a note asking for help on Marjan's bike. Grant tells Kiley that Marjan abandoned her just like everyone does - except for him. He tells her he is the only one who can stand her. Way harsh, Grant! The camera then zooms out and we see Marjan following them very close on her bike. My only concern for Marjan is what if the RV comes to an abrupt stop. She's gonna end up smashing into the rear of the RV.

Owen and Andrea retreat to the captain's house and have cake. Owen is upset over TK and Carlos' accusations. Andrea says this is not the first time she's been accused of not listening. She talks about Carlos coming out. Since she didn't know what to say, her and Gabriel said nothing. Andrea knows this hurt her son and it's her biggest regret. Owen assures her that Carlos forgives her. Her going overboard with the wedding plans is her trying to make up for sins of the past. She asks Owen what's his excuse.

The RV pulls over at a gas station. Grant forces Kiley to get out. Marjan watches them. After Grant refills the RV's tank, they get back on the road. Grant is playing music really loud and Kiley starts crying. He pulls over on the side of the road and slaps Kiley. Marjan emerges from the rear of the RV and hits Grant with Chekov's fire extinguisher. Grant is knocked out cold. Marjan calls the police and the marriage is taken away. Kiley thanks Marjan and tells her that her purpose is rescuing people. 

In our final scene of the episode, Owen arrives at TK and Carlos' apartment. TK answers the door and tells Owen that Carlos went to dinner with Andrea. Owen tells TK he doesn't have an olive branch but he does give him extra virgin olive oil which I thought was cute. Owen admits to TK that he went slightly overboard with the wedding plans and that he's been insufferable. He says he thought he was doing it for TK but he's been doing it for himself. Owen is scared that planning this wedding will be the last thing TK will need him for. He tells TK that Carlos is going to take great care of him so his job will be over. TK says he doesn't know the first thing about being married and tells Owen he's an amazing father and he will need him when he becomes a parent. TK calls Owen his best friend. The episode ends here.

So, a big complaint by viewers, or maybe a vocal few on Reddit, is that Lone Star is lacking this season on emergencies and rescues. This episode had only one emergency unless you count Marjan rescuing Kiley from Grant. Last week we only had two emergencies. While I think this is a valid critique of the show, as a long-time fan of this show, it's never been the emergencies and rescues that drew me in. I love the characters and I love their various relationships. This episode was short on the emergencies but I loved seeing the interaction between TK and Owen and Carlos and Andrea. Besides this is Austin, Texas. I sincerely doubt the 126 are responding to emergencies at the same rate the 118 are. Especially huge emergencies like cars hanging off cliffs or tsunamis wiping out thousands of people. The 126 probably spent the bulk of their time responding to small house fires and traffic accidents and let's face it, no one wants to watch those types of emergencies. We want the big ones. The bizarre ones. That is how I reconcile the lack of emergencies in my head. 

It looks like we're getting closer to a Tarlos wedding. I'm excited to see these two tie the knot. I'm so glad Owen is involved in the wedding planning especially since he's been a bit preoccupied with stopping terrorist plots at the beginning of this season. One of the things that really endeared me to this show is the relationship between Owen Strand and his son. I love that we got a lot of Owen and TK this episode. They are alike in so many ways but this episode was a reminder of how different they are. Owen is so fussy about details and TK could care less. I love how TK defended Owen to his friends. I think TK understands deep down that Owen is trying to make up for not showing up to things when he was younger and now that Gwyn is gone, he is the only parent. On the flipside, I like that we are getting more insight on Carlos and his relationship to his parents, especially his mother, Andrea. It would've been so cliche to have them be the super conservative Mexican family who turns their back on their gay son but they're not those parents. They love their son even if they haven't always understood him which is all that matters. I hope we get more Andrea and Gabriel.

As for Marjan, I like they we are following her on the road. It's giving Marjan a chance to shine away from the 126. Another thing I like about this being on the road plot is that technically she could go back to the 126 since that couple dropped their case against her but that's not the whole reason why she left in the first place. I think Marjan will appreciate the 126 and being a firefighter more after she has a chance to learn more about herself. I look forward to seeing what happens next with her.

Overall, this episode was pretty great. It did give filler episode vibes at times but the scenes with Owen, TK, Carlos, and Andrea are so important. Admittedly I did miss having Grace in the episode but we did get her voice at least. I think once we start getting some Nancy and Mateo stopies, I'll be extremely satisfied because so far those  two characters haven't had a real storyline this season. Perhaps we'll get that soon. Until next time ...

[theslightestbitofahint]

My grandfather on my mom’s side worked for many years laying telephone lines in rural North Carolina. He’s lived in the same town his whole life and, the way he tells it, worked on every single telephone wire in that town at least once. My mom told me he used to tap into their home phone line while he was at work to listen to what his wife, my grandma, was talking to her friends about (this is a whole issue on its own for another post). Whenever I’ve visited him at his house or in his town, I usually rode in the truck with him because he knew the way to where we were going and I was young and this was before smartphones. I have vivid memories of him telling me the names of the people who lived in every house we passed. If there was time between houses, and there usually was, he’d also tell me their kid’s names and where they’d moved to if they left town after high school. He never directly said any of them were white. But he always made a point to tell me their ethnicity if they weren’t. “Bobby Moore lives there, he’s black, his son Jeffrey left for college in Georgia and his wife Annie passed three or four years ago. She never did find out he was running around behind her back, but maybe that’s for the better. Up here’s where Tommy and Fae Smith live, their daughter Alison runs the liquor store now.” If someone new had moved into town in the past 5 years, he knew and could tell me all about them without having to think about it.

So maybe that’s where the autism came from 🤷🏽‍♂️

[mary-queen-of-darkness]

About Uniaki

About:

Name: Mary Rose Uniaki Nick name: Uni or Mar

Age: 25-28

Birthday: May 13th 20XX

Eye color: Dark green

Hair color: Honey blonde

Hair style: Long and usually put up into a pony tail

Beloved: Thomas Nookington

Sexuality: Asexual

Species: Human/ Demon

Birth place: England

Family life: Born into a cult, Uni was supposed to be the successor to her grandfather. Uni at a young age was Uni was subjected to horrific sexual abuse that still causes her PTSD attacks to this day. She now has her fiancé Tom and her adopted children Timmy and Tommy. She doesn't keep in contact with much of her family except for her mother and aunt. But that's mostly because those two are like bed bugs and wont leave her alone

Love life: At age of 13 she was married to her first husband Redd (Her aunt signed papers to let her). Redd was extremally abusive and this lead Uni to find other means of affection. She first had a friend with a man named Lyle, who told her his feelings for her and scared her away. Then she met Thomas one day and the two fell in love. Years later and after Uni and Tom were separated through no fault of themselves. Uni then started to date a guy named Gulliver who Tom killed in an out burst of jealousy. Timmy and Tommy (Toms nephews) re wrote a love letter meant for someone else and gave it to Tom and that started the two of them dating.

Relationships:

Canberra: someone she met when she first arrived to Inkwell

Isabelle: An assistant to her fiancé and a friend she met at Inkwell

Sable: Old friends who reconnected when Uni moved to Inkwell

Timmy and Tommy: Her sons who she will protect with her life

Tom: Her fiancé who she has mixed feelings on (aka her beloved/ Yandere)

White: Her darling friend who she does a podcast show with

Kanari: Another darling friend who she does a podcast with. Both can related to past sexual abuse

[mintjamsblog]

Hi ! 👋🏾 Been binge reading through all your works on ao3 (livening them all by the way, it’s something new I’ve never read before so thanks for the introduction into it 😅🤩) anyways I was wondering if you still do prompts or asks ?? If so I’ve added one below but if not then no worries !!

I’ve read fics of Alfie saying “Thomas Michael Shelby” but what about Tommy finding out (if he does) Alfie’s middle name, or knowing it and finally leaving Alfie silent (but turned on 😉) by using it ?!

Ahhh, thank you for binge reading!! I'm honoured. (And very very late to this ask)

Inspired by your ask at least ...

Alfie's nicely relaxed. Satisfied for once. It happens, occasionally, with a certain someone in his bed.

“If you’re so bloody Jewish, why were you named after a Saxon king?”

Alfie sighs deeply as he ponders the interruption. Peace never lasts long does it? He shifts heavily onto his side, propping his head on one hand to peer down at Tommy who's flat out on his back. A serious question deserves a serious answer.

“Kings, Thomas. Plural. I'm named after not one king, but three.”��

“That so?” Tommy says, reaching over to the bedside table for his cigarettes and a light. Never can wait more than three minutes after a fuck, can he?

“Alfred the Great was a learned man. A merciful man. A polyglot, like my very good self, and a man of letters and laws—"

"—unlike yourself," Tommy says, clouding his smirk with an exhaled plume of smoke.

"If it weren't for him, my friend, we would right now be speaking Danish.”

Tommy quirks an eyebrow. “As opposed to bullshit?"

"It was Alfred what defended this cesspit island against the Vikings. He translated tomes, mate, and he fortified towns and he built the first English navy—"

"And yet all anyone remembers is that he burnt some poor woman's cakes."

"Hmmm," Alfie grumbles, flopping back onto the pillows, one hand behind his head. No need to grant Tommy's impertinence the dignity of his gaze. "Let that be a lesson to us all, mate. No one said history was fair. Time has a habit of twisting the truth: weeding out the relevant and replacing it with the ridiculous."

He can hear the cogs in Tommy's head preparing the next snide remark, so he carries on before he has to suffer it.

“Truth is, my poor late mother went through a period of delusion after I was born. Named me for my father, in the misguided belief he’d stick around for a snot-nosed bastard namesake.”

“And he fucked off anyway," Tommy says. It ain't judgement or question, just a statement of fact and a reminder that he knows everything there is to know about Alfred Solomons. Just as Alfie knows everything in return.

"My middle name is David. King of all Israel and Judah.”

“And the third king?”

“Solomon. David’s son. Who was, like me, fabulously wise and wealthy.”

“And the bastard son of an adulterer. Also like you.”

“Do not mock me, Thomas. You who was born on a boat."

“Within the sacred bonds of marriage.”

“I'll have to take your word for that, won't I?" Alfie swings himself onto his knees, slinging a leg over Tommy's middle with, frankly, impressive speed. They're both still damp with sweat from their earlier endeavours. "'Cause a hundred to one, there's no bloody paper to prove it."

Alfie plucks the cigarette from the corner of Tommy's mouth and stabs it out in the ashtray. Tommy watches through heavily hooded eyes, making no attempt to stop him. "My grandfather was a king," he says.

"Is that right?" Alfie says, lacing his fingers through Tommy's, pulling their entwined hands up to rest either side of the pillow. "So what does that make you?"

"A gypsy prince," Tommy says, voice low and lazy.

Alfie wants to kiss him and, from the way Tommy's gazing back at him, he'd guess that goes both ways. But it never pays to give Tommy what he wants so easily. He brings the tip of his nose down to meet the tip of Tommy's, circling slowly before tracing a curve from cheekbone to ear. "I heard you were a didicoy whore," he whispers.

Tommy's fingers clench in Alfie's hands and his hips snap sharply upwards.

Alfie chuckles. "Oh yeah. You want more? S'that it?"

"More than you've got to give, old man."

Alfie tuts. Shakes his head. "Now that sounds like a challenge. Thomas. Michael. Shelby. How very fitting, hmm? The world's most famous doubter and the brother of Lucifer."

"Arthur's not so bad these days," Tommy says, and Alfie can't help but laugh, any attempt at gravitas undone by Tommy's tongue. And lips. And the slow crest of his pelvis.

"And you're no bloody Archangel."

[For which Alfie is eternally grateful. He does manage to go again. Eventually. There's nothing quite like a verbal battle to stir his loins into action, middle-age be damned.]

[evita-shelby]

Rules: Share your OC's full name and the meaning/origins behind it. Then (If you'd like) inculde any insights or symbolic meanings about their name you wish to share, or just your reasons for giving them the name that you did!

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Eva Leonor Smith Riley

Cw: use of a slur, mentions of suicide

For oc names i go with how the parents would name them given the society they live in and vibe. Eva was no different.

Eva gets two lastnames because of naming conventions in mexico, so its her father's surname followed by mother's maiden name.

So first name and middle name:

Eva: is the latin spelling of the hebrew words Chava/Hava meaning life or life giver.

While i could lie and say Eva’s name was chosen of the symbolism that she helps Tommy heal and grow into a better man, she is named Eva after Evita Peron, first lady of Argentina who after her dictator husband was overthrown.

She was rather influentian and there was a myth taht where her body was hidden(it was exhumed and stolen) flowers would appear there.

Eva's name also comes from a 1917 femme fatale played by Mimi Derba in La Tigeresa named Eva who pretended to be a poor woman to win the heart of a lower class man and then broke up with him, faked her death which drove him insane only for her (now married to a rich man) to visit the institution he was in for charity and he kills her in his mad rage.

While the femme fatale is more in line with s1 Grace , Eva reveals in Of Gods and Witches she seduced the president's son and when he discovered his father was gonna have her assassinated while under house arrest he commits suicide ala Antigone and Haemon. This all happened while she was secretly dating her best friend and cousin’s secret girlfriend, Antonia.

But in the fic, Eva is named Eva because her mother, Isabel, schemed to make herself go into labor in the Sistine Chapel(right ubder God's Creation of Eve)to get the current Pope (Benedict XV) attend the baptism and his successor the future Pope Pius XI to be her godfather because the archbishop of mexico refused to go to her family's estate to baptize Eva’s older brother Gabriel.

Leonor: is the portuguese and spanish variant of Eleanor meaning Torch, light and/or sun ray.

Leonor was the name of her great grandmother who descends from Emperor Moctezuma, the last Aztec ruler, through his son Juan Moctezuma who was made a spanish noble. Leonor Moctezuma, Eva’s great grandmother, was born to a member of the Moctezuma family and a Nahua secretary in Mexico City.

Last Names:

Smith: anglo-saxon 'to hit or strike' possibly related to a person who was a metal worker.

So Smith is a common English surname and the surname of a romani traveller king named Absalom Smith in the early 19th century. He died in 1826 with the title of king of the gypsies (please excuse the slur)and had been elected so in the early 19th century according to the Mamchester Times. He was a fiddler and his daughter Beatte Smith was so beautiful there is portrait of her in Belvoir Castle, Manchester.

The Smiths were apparently an important Romani family like the Boswells who the Shelbys claim descendance from and the Welsh Romani woman Tommy seeks to see if the sapphire was cursed is also a Boswell. Eva was originally going to be a Boswell but that would've made her a relative of Tommy and i decided against it.

Riley: anglicized irish last name meaning rye-clearing.

So Eva’s grandfather Patrick Riley was an Irish immigrant and oc nephew to John Patrick Riley, Captain of the Saint Patrick's Battalion who were composed Catholic Irish, Scotsmen. Freed slaves and men of color tired of the racism they dealt with in the US and defected to Mexico right before the Mexican American War in the 1850s.

John Riley immigrated to the US due to the Great Famine and despute being known for his great strength of character and morality died alone and penniless in Veracruz as the torture and defeat of his battalion at the hands of the americans left him with very severe trauma and teh letters D on both sides of his face branded onto his skin for desertion even though he deserted before the war.

It provides as to why Eva is of mixed race and how her grandmother who is old money ended up having red haired children and show how diverse Mexico actually is

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

Ninjago au time. It is time to go into my original block men roots and combine it with my current block men. They all are going to control the elements and become ninja. Or at least become the loosest definition of ninja. They’re trying their best that’s the point.

Phil is the first Spinjitsu master the ancestor of the first Spinjitsu master and is in a rather particular spot of trouble. You see, there may have been a bit of a fuck up on sealing all the Serpentine in the tombs. Turns out one of them managed to escape the rounding up. A Constrictai if he’s correct. That’s not good. That’s really not good.

Now on one hand he could deal with that but on the other hand he realizes that it might go poorly and might just disrupt the peace of Ninjago. So what does he do? Well gathering the Masters of Elements of Creation are a good solution right? So he’ll do that! He just needs to find them first.

And so off he goes to find the elemental masters and oh god the Master of Earth is setting a warehouse on fire and destroying it with a sledge hammer. Granted it’s a warehouse that belongs to a capitalist who may have murdered people before so you know what? He goes and tells him a faster way to destroy a building and learns that the person’s name is Technoblade. Welp, now he has to adopt this kid. He definitely won’t get attached as he trains him to be the Master of Earth. Nope. Not at all.

Right, next is the Master of Ice. This’ll be easy, a piece of aaaaand he’s a robot Fox named Fundy and was made by his son. Oh he’s trying to find a way to make a rocket. Oh god why. Okay so that’s fine. He can just go and convince him by telling him that he’s his son’s dad and oh wow. He really is excited to learn more about his Grandfather. Okay then. That was easy. What’s not easy was Wilbur calling him and shouting at him to fuck off and telling him that he’ll kill him if Fundy gets hurt in the training process.

Okay so that’s out of the way, now it’s time for the Master of Lightning- He is testing bombs. Oh god he’s at the drop sight. Oh god oh shit oh-

Right so that was terrifying. Tubbo was pretty on board for becoming a ninja. He is also way too excited to learn more about the Elements and history of Ninjago, mainly on the more...destructive bits.

Great now all that’s left is the Master of Fire. Wait where’s his wall- a blonde kid is making away with his wallet oh no. He’s getting away and well, that’s not going to happen. He’s the First a Spinjitsu Master for fuck’s sakes. He can handle a kid. Besides he was apparently stopped by his sister.

...Oh. That’s. That’s the Master of Fire. This scrunkly kid named Tommy is the Master of Fire. And his sister, Niki may be the master of water. Who knows honestly. He has suspicions though.

Okay! Not the team he expected! He kind of wishes that they were all out of school but oh well! This will work. With the right training, he can bring them up to be Ninja. He knows it. He’ll figure out what that Serpentine is planning and he’ll find the Green Ninja at some point. Hopefully sooner than later.

(Meanwhile on the other side of Ninjago City, three people plan to break into the First Spinjitsu Master’s home to prank him and maybe steal some things. Like this map to something called “Golden Weapons”. The areas probably have some treasure so that they can help pay for rent. It has been getting a bit expensive.)

(Meanwhile on the other side of Ninjago City, Wilbur Soot weighs his options of either letting his dad interact with Fundy or getting him to cut ties with him.)

(Meanwhile on the other side of Ninjago City, Sally comes out of a building after a job well done. Wasn’t that hard to steal things from rich people for other rich people. Practically easy.)

(Meanwhile on the other side of Ninjago City, Punz awaits for another job from his lead employer. He wasn’t expecting to be a mercenary in the future but it’s good work. He can at least keep an eye on his siblings this way.)

(Meanwhile on the other side of Ninjago City, a Constrictai named Sam quietly comes back home and asks his family how there day was and if anything interesting happened. As Dream, Sapnap, and George rant about their day, he tries to push aside his plans on trying to open the Serpentine tombs again to get his family back.)

(Meanwhile on the other side of Ninjago City, Jack Manifold takes a bus to somewhere. He doesn’t know where, but he knows that it isn’t supposed to be here. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for but he feels like there should be more for him. He knows it’s out there.)

(Meanwhile, destiny looks at the cards it has and quietly changes course)