#and honestly all of the thomas thorne affair

[natjennie]

holy fuck ghosts has some hardcore lines that actually make me want to weep. I just remembered "I'm sorry you lost the sister you never had" "you're the sister I never had" and I was OVERCOME.

[natequarter]

15 and 16 for the oc ask game :D

15: How does your OC interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change?

i'm going to do this for a couple of ocs, because some of them interact very directly and some of them intentionally have no impact:

clarence (based off one of the ghosts named by robin in gone gone) was a gardener at button house during the 1860s (roughly; i can't be arsed to do the maths). he doesn't have much impact on the canon timeline, but it is notable that it was because of george button that he died: george dared him to skate on the lake and, well, it cracked. whoops! cue george quietly walking away from the lake, whistling faux-innocently. he's good mates with robin, but not for very long, and as such is more or less forgotten as time goes by.

my ghosts in france are pretty much as distanced from the canon narrative as is possible; sophie is the only link to button house, and even then it's still pretty tenuous. they're aware of her connection to humphrey, but that's about it; i have a whole gag about how marius and estienne barely even know that england exists at all. it's safe to say that they change nothing about the canon narrative, lol.

arthur de bohun is i think my only canon divergent oc - he's humphrey and sophie's kid from something i'm writing - and he's more or less just the result if 'but what if humphrey... was happy?' (and 'what if humphrey and sophie... loved each other?' very important questions being asked here.) he primarily changes humphrey's life - in this timeline the bone plot never happens, so the ownership of button house passes neatly down to arthur and for about half a century things actually do end up happily ever after, at least until the civil war hits. anyway, what you need to know about arthur is that he's a dog person, and very moody as a teenager, and in 1605 he visits london to watch macbeth, because i just realised that he would be the right age to do that, and i love macbeth. oh, and he speaks both english and french from a young age, so there are points when he's a toddler where humphrey is attempting to play with him and he points at something in french and humphrey's just like, 'what???'

16: What aspect(s) of the universe's lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe?

more clarence, because he fits these questions well:

based on the younger ghosts' reactions to annie in the thomas thorne affair, i have clarence as the last ghost to be sucked off at button house until mary. i don't think the captain, pat, or julian are really used to the idea of older ghosts or ghosts getting sucked off; clarence moves on a few years after fanny dies (it's all a bit full circle for him) after, and i'm quite proud of this one, 'only a taste of fanny.'

a couple of my ocs are (loosely) linked to how robin got the name robin: diuset (a celtic leader) dislikes robin, and only really connects to him, on the grounds of nature, and as such (long, long before the word robin was even used for the bird) at one point compares him to the actual bird. william de beaumont (a cringefail norman knight and would-be crusader) suggests the name robin (itself a diminutive of the norman name robert) to robin, but it doesn't initially stick and when william moves on c. 1590 robin forgets about it for a while, because it hurts. neither of them are the ones who give him the name, though.

i have quite a few ocs linked to humphrey's ancestry: his father, nicholas, and more importantly his grandfather, edmund, who is the one to be given button house (then called something else, but hopefully not bone house, because that sounds like a brothel) by henry vii. also, he's left-handed, which is obviously very important.

ownership speedrun: elizabeth's (another of those gone gone ghosts) family own button house prior to the de bohuns; before the 1300s, i headcanon that there was another house in place of the village, this time owned by the happily married but honestly rather useless geoffrey and his wife matilda (c. 1150s - this is quite a bit back); even further back, in the late 1000s (after the norman conquest), it's owned by william de beaumont. and back before 1066, it's just a village.

i mention all this because my ocs are mostly connected to button house and robin's backstory, before anything else - and if they're not connected to robin, they're connected to humphrey and sophie, because, well, i have priorities.

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[freddiekluger]

my favourite thing about ghosts, which i feel like really came through in The Bone Plot is how profoundly human all their deaths are. we’ve already seen pat’s accidental death by arrow, and how honestly that was revisited in Perfect Day, and how The Thomas Thorne Affair played with the idea of a dramatic duel to the death which turns out to be pointless and devastating, and humphrey’s story adds a really nice side to their explorations of death so far.

with humphrey’s death, they’ve taken the ideas of the dramatic self sacrifice for love and historical conspiracy and put a really human, average spin on it in the best way possible. we see humphrey decide to buy his wife, sophie, time so she can escape, not because they’re madly in love or he believes in the cause, but because he feels like he owes it to her. in his own words, “this isn’t the life you signed up for”. we know that neither of them got to choose their marriage, but in humphrey’s mind he still feels guilty as while he simply had to marry a woman (girl, at the time) he didn’t know or understand, sophie had to leave her family and friends behind to live in a new country with the same and no matter how distant she is with him, we can see humphrey throughout the episode trying to do what he can to make her happy, or at least comfortable. that alone isn’t really a take we see on arranged/period marriages often: that sometimes you aren’t madly in love, best friends, or hating each other’s guts, but simply strangers in the same household. it’s a matter of tradition and routine, much like we can infer his relationship to the current monarch (elizabeth) was- it’s possible he just didn’t have time to get mad, but i find it telling how humphrey’s gut reaction isn’t righteous anger at a betrayal of the crown, or even anger at all, it’s just a frustrated and fearful “what have you done?”. it doesn’t matter whether what she did was morally right or wrong, all that matters is that they’re about to lose the comforts (and life) they had, and humphrey already feels like his wife has given up so much for the whole charade that he decides giving her a second chance is the only thing to do. i find it interesting too how the optimism he demonstrates with sophie despite her consistent avoidance is similar to the attitude he holds with the other ghosts even when they constantly forget him (or use him for football practice), and that resignation he demonstrates when finding out sophie’s part in the plot feels much in the same vein as how resigned he is to constantly being separated from his own body.

but even when humphrey is ‘sacrificing himself’, instead of him blocking the door with his body being a futile gesture, he has that natural moment of ‘wait, what am i doing?!’ not necessarily because he regrets helping his wife, but because there are better, less soft and fleshy things to block a door with. there’s something sadly funny in the fact that his hiding plan almost works too, until an unfortunate accident lops his head clean off that the Queen’s men then take credit for. much like real life, it blends dramatic tragedy, humour, and accident extremely well, and is a great insight into how much of present-day humphrey has been in him the whole time. 

tldr; humphrey’s death was good and complements the other deaths in the season so far really well

[this-user-loves-thomas-thorne]

What we know about the Ghosts and their deaths so far (plus a Kitty death theory I’m actually really proud of)

Okay so last night I was thinking about everything we know about how the ghosts died and what we didn’t know yet and I thought I’d sum it up in a Tumblr post so it didn’t cause my brain to explode from thinking about it too much

I’ve basically sorted it out into three categories: ghosts who’s deaths have been canonically explained in full (or pretty much in full) detail, ghosts who’s deaths have been canonically mentioned but there’s room for detail and ghosts who’s deaths have not been canonically mentioned yet

(I also have some thoughts and predictions about how the ghosts that we don’t know about yet might have died)

Ghosts who’s deaths have been canonically explained in full detail:

Pat: was doing an archery lesson with his scout group and was accidentally shot through the neck by an arrow by Keith Darren Dean, one of the scouts. (He then drove the scout bus into a tree, thus consolidating his death)

Thomas: was betrayed by his cousin, Francis Button (bastard) and was killed in a duel (to make a long story short; I could go on about how Francis had forged the letters between Thomas and Isabelle, how he had told Thomas the man he challenged to a duel was slagging Isabelle off when really he was bitching about Mary Shelley, the fact that he told Thomas the duel was 20 paces, not 10 AND how he never fetched Isabelle for Thomas AND THEN WENT ON TO MARRY HER but it would just turn into a fat rant and make this post WAY too long)

Fanny: caught her husband George cheating on her with the groundsman and the butler, George then pushed her out of the window at 3am, causing her to fall to her death

The plague ghosts (and probably Jemima): all caught the plague and died after Mick went to London and came back with furs that he didn’t realised were infested with fleas that carried the disease. They were all chucked in a plague pit that ended up being the cellar of Button House

Ghosts who’s deaths have been canonically mentioned but there’s room for detail:

Mary: was accused of being a witch and was burned at the stake - we don’t know why she was convicted (but there’s defo been a few theories about it)

Humphrey: was beheaded, I think during Henry VIII’s reign but don’t quote me on that 😬 again, similar to Mary, we don’t know exactly why he was executed, but if I were to hazard a guess I’d say treason

Julian: died in an accident during sex, hence the no-trousers thing. Do we really want to know exactly how he died? Hell yeah we do

Ghosts who’s deaths have not been canonically mentioned yet (and some of my theories on how they might have died)

The Captain: ik a lot of people have been saying his death was related to a mirror and tbh I’m thinking the same thing - his badges and medals are on backwards, as if he did it in a mirror, he’s the only ghosts that appears in mirrors (apart from Thomas in “The Thomas Thorne Affair” but that might have been a continuity error) and in the title scenes which hint at the ghosts’ powers, eg the falling mug next to Julian and the flickering lights in the room where Robin is, he appears in a mirror which again suggests that his death could be mirror related

Kitty: Kitty’s quite a tough one as there’s no significant signs of how she died. I actually have quite a strong theory about this. Going back to the bit in the episode “Redding Weddy” (s2 ep3) where she talks about playing hide and seek in the garden for hours and how she was rarely ever found, I think she died in the garden while hiding during a game of hide and seek. I think she went to hide with Florence the statue in the garden and was never found - most likely intentionally - she died upset and alone and that’s why she’s so attached to Alison; she’s scared she’s gonna be left alone again (I’ll just give you a moment to wipe that invisible sawdust out of your eyes)

Robin: now with robin I’ve honestly no idea how he died, it could’ve been any way, from getting killed by a bear (could be the bear from his story) to simply dying of natural causes (cavemen only lived up to the age of 30)

So yeah, that’s that! :))

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Shelbys at Somme Chapter 22

Thomas X Reader

Word Count: 1823

Summary: We’re getting the band back together. 

by @adventuresintooblivion

Y/N huffed a stray curl out of her face as she walked down the street. She’d been hunting Thomas down for days trying to get a hold of him, to warn him. Hell, at this point she’d considered sending a note. But he needed to know that the possibility of a gang war was on the horizon.

It was one of the few times Y/N had visited the Shelby home. She’d mainly avoided the place up until now, letting Thomas and the others have a sanctuary. Everyone needed one. But today the streets were buzzing with activity. Runners made their way back and forth between illicit sales, the horse tracks, and the books that Thomas kept locked up so tightly.

Once inside the volume only increased as it was captured by thin walls. It wasn’t the business, however, that made the whole affair so wild. It was a handful of unexpected visitors. 

Beneath the chalkboard in the back of the room Aunt Pol stood grasping Ada as if it were the last time she was ever going to see the girl. Beside her stood her husband grinning like he was a priest witnessing the Lord rise again himself.

“Is that Freddie-fucking-Thorne I see? What happened to you getting got by the coppers?” Y/N gasped in feigned astonishment.

Freddie whipped around, his jaw falling slack as he took in the sight before him, “Y/N? Is that really you?”

She closed the distance between them quickly, “Oh, don’t tell me no one mentioned I was around. I’ve been here for months.”

In half a breath Freddie swept her up into his arms, “No, I was told all about you. I guess I never really let myself believe it until I’d laid eyes on you myself.” 

Y/N choked out a laugh as she waved in a feeble attempt to return the crushing hug. “Ada, a little help?”

Ada’s laugh rang out like a bell as she lightly placed her hand on Freddie’s shoulder, “Put her down, love. I’d like to say ‘hi’ as well.”

Freddie roughly let down the woman, letting her gasp for breath as Ada wrapped her arms around Y/N, careful to balance the baby in her other arm. 

“Fucking Christ man you’re trying to kill me all over again. And you didn’t answer my question,” Y/N coughed as she returned Ada’s embrace. Freddie bounced on his heels, the excitement too much for him to contain.

He blurted out, “Danny got me out. He’s around here somewhere. I see you met My Wife.” His hand made a small flourish in Ada’s direction as if to show her off.

“Yeah, I see you’ve even gotten her a ring and everything.” Y/N lifted Ada’s left hand and gave it a soft squeeze. A smile split across Ada’s face, making her almost glow in the dim light. “I knew there was a proper man in there somewhere. Had to bash that over Thomas’ skull a few times before he’d listen.”

Freddie froze, “You vouched for me? To Tommy?”

“Of course I did. The Freddie that watched my back in the trenches never would’ve left the woman he loved behind. Thomas just got too caught up in the business of it all.” Y/N shrugged.

Aunt Pol caught her eye, tears were trickling down her cheeks as she smiled like the whole world was right for once. It was only temporary. Even as they all spoke they knew that. Yet, when life is as short and cruel as it is, you knew to take what you could get.

“So, how come I haven’t heard about you getting engaged?” Freddie coughed uncomfortably. He reached for Y/N’s left hand, inspecting it as if it held all the answers. “Cause when Ada told me you were back, I just knew that’s what you came back for.”

“Freddie…” Y/N warned.

Ada cast a glance back towards Aunt Pol. “Yeah, you said she came back for Tommy didn’t you?”

 “It was a joke you’d hear them making all the time. Honestly, if things had gone right you’d probably be looking at a real Mrs. Thomas Shelby right now.” Freddie teased.

Y/N thunked Freddie on his sternum, her eyes narrowed as he doubled over. “Thanks. Share that with everyone. Please. Continue.” 

“Alright. Alright. But seriously, You two aren’t getting married? I thought he’d be ecstatic to see you,” he said as he righted himself.

She shrugged, hoping the movement showed him just how uncomfortable she was. “He’s got a thing for a barmaid at the moment. And you know how I am, second place really isn’t my style. Besides, we’re not on the best of terms right now.”

Aunt Pol stepped forward to place her hand on the back on Y/N arm, “While I knew Thomas liked you, I didn’t realize it had gotten so far. We’ll talk about this later.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Y/N shot Freddie a look that could kill. 

They were interrupted by the door bursting open. One of the many men who worked for the Peaky Blinders stumbled in gasping.

“They’ve got him! The Rothschilds have Tommy!”

The air left Y/N’s lungs all in a rush. That was a name she prayed to never hear again. The whole room stood still. Violence raised her bloody crown whenever the Rothschilds marched and every man, woman and child knew it. And now they had Tommy. It was Arthur who broke the silence.

“Out with it man! What happened?”

The man fumbled forward until he collapsed into a chair, shaking his head. “We were on our way to meet Kimber’s boys. We had to cross the bridges to get there cause Kimber was at some fancy party and we got jumped. I swear there were at least ten of them. Beat the shit out of us and tossed Tommy in a carriage when he couldn’t get up anymore. It was bad, Arthur.”

Aunt Pol was visibly trembling as she reached out for the man, “How do you know it was the Rothschilds? Tell me, there is a fraction of a chance that you were wrong.”

He shook his head, “It was them Ma’am. The carriage they brought, it was a beat up old thing but it was painted in their colors. And...And I saw him. Sid, himself showed.”

Arthur glanced around wildly, “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get Tommy.” He grabbed his coat and began running for the door.

“Arthur, STOP.” It was Y/N. “They let this man go. They let him go so he would tell us. Sid knows everyone here would die for Tommy, without question. If you run off like you plan to, you’ll just be running into whatever he’s got set up waiting for you.”

“Then what the fuck do you think we should do then, Miss Knows Everything.” His face was steadily turning a brighter shade of red.

But Aunt Pol simply collapsed. She grabbed for a chair as she went down, the resounding crash caught Arthur’s attention as his fists clenched and unclenched. He rushed forward, encircled her in his arms as sobs ripped through her chest, “NO! No. No. No. No. My boy!”

Arthur stared down at her bewildered, “Aunt Pol, We could go after him. We could-”

“No! She… She’s right. Either they’ll kill him or they’ll make him watch as we try to save him. The Peaky Blinders will be slaughtered.”

John paced back and forth, “I know we’re outnumbered, but it’s Tommy. We can’t just give up.”

Freddie ran his fingers through his hair, “I know I’m not a part of the gang scene, but didn’t these guys almost wipe out Kimber’s gang before he got a hold of the race tracks?”

John nodded, “Yeah, he pays them to leave him alone. They have a whole army of people.”

Aunt Pol’s sobs stuttered to a halt as she rounded on Y/N. “They’ve got an army and we need a miracle. You, you’re the impossible girl.”

Apparently the idiotic moniker had been making the rounds, Y/N sighed heavily as she silently cursed that random Lee.

“Pol, I know I’m pretty stubborn but the Rothschilds?” Y/N shook her head. “It’d take weeks of planning and if we go after Tommy we’d have to leave NOW.”

“I know who you are. Tommy told me. You smuggled priceless goods while in the army. You came back from the dead. You walk on two legs while your spine is held together by sinew and sheer will. You know where that monster is taking my nephew. Now get out there and. Bring. Him. Back.” She spat the order at Y/N.

Arthur stared up at her in quiet astonishment, “Well, I guess you’re in charge of this one, mate.”

Y/N’s mouth set into a thin line. Gears began turning in her head about what she knew, the memories flooding forth unbidden as she relived her childhood. The carriages, the beating, the lone survivor. It all rang a bell. 

She began to pace, “It’s too risky to have this war in Birmingham with that new Inspector sniffing at our heels. They’d have to take him out of the city to ambush us properly.”

Freddie glanced at her, “Which means we need to get Tommy before they leave the city.”

She nodded, “Their carriages are also altered. They have better maneuverability than anything coming out of a factory. Not to mention they’re skinnier so they can fit down roads most cars won’t be able to.”

“How do you know all this?” Ada asked, bouncing her child gently to calm him in light of all the noise. 

Y/N let out a nervous chuckle, “You’ll find out tonight if I get back.”

Arthur’s brows furrowed, “I thought you just said we couldn’t go after him.”

“The entirety of the Peaky Blinders can’t. But maybe, just maybe, a smaller team could get this done.” Y/N glanced around. “Hey Freddie, are you up for an adventure?”

He saluted her, “For you and Tommy? Always.”

Y/N glanced at Ada, who answered with a silent nod, before asking, “Isn’t one of you Shelby’s a gunner?”

John stepped forward, “That’d be me. They handed me most of the big guns but I remember how to work a proper sniper rifle if that’s what you need.”

Her fingers tapped out a nervous rhythm as Y/N’s mind grasped at straws. A vague plan was forming at the edges of her mind, knitting itself together into something that could possibly work. 

“Alright. No, the big guns are exactly what we need right now. John, Freddie, meet me at the corner by the West Bridge.”

“You’ve actually got a plan?” John asked hopefully.

Y/N grimaced, “I’ve got something. I wouldn’t quite call it a plan yet, but come on boys. Let’s go get Tommy back.”

[elysiashelby]

In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 4

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 5, 257

WARNINGS: Angst, Cursing, Explicit Attempted R*pe Scene, Descriptive Murder Scene, Recollection of Past Molestation

Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for 8 months now. She feels like family more now than ever since she has a role for everyone in the family. But as she delivers the Shelby Brothers’ their food at the Garrison, trouble brews. She will commit something that will never go away for the rest of her life. 

MASTERLIST  CHAPTER 3.3  CHAPTER FIVE

A/N: HI! If you skipped to this chapter, that’s completely fine! I tried including the most important parts that took place in the extras. 

READ THE WARNINGS! THE 1ST LINE BREAK IN THIS CHAP MEANS THE SCENE IS STARTING!! LOOK FOR THE 2ND IF YOU WANT TO SKIP THE SCENE!! 

THANKS FOR READING!

It's been two months since the incident happened. Meaning I have been with the Shelby family for eight months in total. I did not get over it the night after, it took a week. 

Instead of getting over it the next day, I had tried drowning myself in work but they didn't let me, which led to me breaking down. It was embarrassing. Another bath was drawn for me and on that night, I had smoked my first cigarette. It made me both calm and riddled with anxiety. So, I haven't touched one since. 

I call Thomas, Tommy now. It happened after the incident. It was like I was a part of the family, in a way. I mean I hope I was considered family. After all, I do cater to every emotional need in the family. I act motherly/older sister-like to the children including Finn, a younger sister to Ada, a daughter to Polly, and I'm a coping mechanism to the rest of the boys. The nights that I'm not soothing Arthur, I'm with Tommy. John is pretty alright. To be frank, he has a tighter grip on demons than his brothers. However, I believe that's only because he doesn't want his kids to ever find out, or he has his different outlets that I don't know about. 

It has been really nice to sleep beside someone. By someone, I mean Tommy. You see, we had this agreement that I would just talk his ear off throughout the night, and he wouldn't use his opium pipe anymore. Now, I know he doesn't see me that way, but c'mon! He's just so fit! I honestly don't know if he's aware that I got a crush on 'em, but I just hope he's kept it to himself. I was never one for subtly in any of my pursuits. I always had a habit of staring. 

As I was sweeping away all the dirt in the house, I got incredibly bored. Since it was only Finn around, hopefully, doing his homework that I gave 'em! I began to sing. 

"Bitch, don't steal my man. He's got a weakness for girls like you. We both know you can. But I really need him more than you." 

It was so liberating to be able to comfortably sing. I started to get more into it. 

"You're a supermodel, shaped just like a bottle…" I held on to the broom, but made an outline of an hourglass figure with me free hand. 

"He could run his fingers through your hair." I raised my hands, ran my fingers through my hair, and jerked it behind my shoulders. 

"I bet you're a good time girl. But don't you know he's mine though?" I danced around my broom and then pointed to meself on the last lyric. 

"I was running around for a minute. Now he's the only one who can get it." I sang while smacking me hip lightly, trying not to make any other unnecessary noise. 

"So bitch, don't steal my man. He's got a weakness for girls like you. We both know you can. But I really need him more than you." While singing, I put on a sad expression. It was more like a childish pout. 

"Maybe I can fake it. Fake it 'til you make it." At this point, I had me eyes closed and was zoned in on singing. I started to dance slowly. 

"I can't promise, I'll be cordial. Got a mouth just like a trucker." Oddly enough, I started to sink down till I was crouching, but me knees were touching. I was also patting parts of me body as I went down. 

‘I really can't describe movements to save my life!’

"I can't even be a lady. Out in public for my mother, motherfucker." On the last lyric, I immediately stood up. I turned around, opened me eyes for a split second, and grasped the broom again. 

With me eyes now closed, I continued. "But bitch, don't steal my man. He's got a weakness for girls like you. We both know you can. But I really need him more than you." I put on the same sad expression to really feel the song. 

With the broom hugged against me body, I began to sway with it. "I won't blame him if he leaves me for you, oh." 

Me swaying came to a halt. "I won't even blame him if one day he runs off with you." I felt me own heart break for me imaginary lover's affair. Me voice came out softer than I expected.

 I didn't like that so I tried singing the next lyrics with a more happy tone. "Bitch, don't steal my man. He's got a weakness for girls like you. We both know you can. But I really need him more than you." I danced around the broom with more energy. I felt the sway of me dress with each turn. 

"Yeah. Oh, oh-oh. Oh, oh, oh. Don't steal my man. Bitch, don't steal my man. Don't steal my man." As I sang out the last of the lyrics, I stood still and opened me eyes. 

I expected silence, maybe even just Finn peaking in but it was worse. I was met with thunderous applause from the Shelby brothers, even Tommy. 

John hooted and whistled while clapping. "Whoo! We got ourselves an exclusive singer!"

"You're fucking right, John-boy! We 'ave our very own songbird." Arthur shouted. 

Tommy just had this smug smile on his face. 

I cringed at their "compliments''. I cringed very harshly from their comments! The worst part is that I can't tell if they're being sincere or not! "Piss off! Why didn't youse say anything? I'll make yez your scran then do one." I balanced the broom on the wall and shoved meself past them into the kitchen. All three of them started to fucking giggle. 

"Don't tell me you got so flustered that we brought out your scouser! Eh, Ali!" Tommy shouted. 

I sucked on me teeth. A habit I picked up from Tommy. I adopted it before I came here, though. It was actually a tick from Cillian, but he did it so many times as Tommy in the show, and well the real Tommy actually does it a lot. So, there was no getting rid of it!

‘I don’t why Tommy is acting so smug as if I don’t ‘ave to sing ‘em sad songs every night just so he can fuckin’ fall asleep. The bastard!’ 

"Shut up! Now, are youse gonna eat leftovers or am I making sandwiches?" I reached for plates that were in the cupboards and put them on the counter. 

"We'll have the leftovers, Ali." Tommy replied. 

I walked over to the icebox and took it out.

After they finished with eating and teasing, I had to finish cleaning up. It was especially difficult today because I decided to do a musical fucking number and Finn managed to work up the courage to ask me for help on his homework. 

By then, I was working on dinner with Polly. I did the peeling and chopping of the potatoes and carrots. She was making soup. We were debating about who Ada had been sneaking off with at night. I knew it was Freddie Thorne, but I was not going to be a snitch. Besides, she’s been using me as a scapegoat and I’m fine with her racking up her “I.O.U’s.”

The phone went off which Polly answered. I heard bits of it, but I was really trying hard not to be geggin' in. 

Polly sighed before saying, "Tommy rang said that they'll be eating at the Garrison. Go and take it to them, yeah?" 

I nodded in response. I got up and put our bowls into the sink. 

"Don't worry about the dishes tonight. I'll do those. Just give this to them and you'll be down for the night." 

I got me basket and put in three bowls and spoons. I lowered it ‘till it rested in the crook of me elbow, and then carried the pot of soup using both of me hands. Polly got the door. We said our goodbyes and I began me journey. 

As I was walking, men tipped their hats to me or bid me goodnight. It was strange to me for months in the beginning, but I've gotten quite used to it. It happens anytime I'm out and abar. 

As I got closer to the pub, I noticed these three young lads leaning against a wall outside. I wasn't sure at first but as I drew nearer to the door, their heads followed me. The middle one must have known the jig was up ‘cause he actually had the nerve to whistle at me. Like a dog. 

It stopped me in me tracks. I've never been treated this way in me whole life. After I became the Shelby family's maid, Tommy made it clear that nobody could touch me. I was off limits. Everyone in Birmingham knew that. But that didn't stop this cheeky lad who kept catcalling me and inching closer. I shook me head and then continued on. 

A man who was walking out greeted me, saw I was holding a pot, then held open the door for me to walk in, and even opened the second door. I thanked him. I walked over and knocked on the door to the snug. Arthur opened it after like five minutes of me waiting. 

"Here's your dinner. I'm off." I said while placing both the pot and the basket down.

"Oh c'mon, Ali. Stay 'n 'ave a laugh with us!" John shouted as he passed out the plates and spoons to his brothers. 

I shook me head with a smile on me face. His loud behavior made me want to laugh. But there was this sense of anxiety that washed over me.

'Maybe I should stay.' I thought. 

Me nerves were unsettled by the lads who were outside. I didn't want to know if they were waiting on me to come back outside. 

‘I would be safer in here.’ 

I stroked the edge of the table and took notice of its coldness. 

'Maybe I was just being paranoid. I should just go home. I would just ruin their fun.' 

"Aliena, are you alright?" Tommy asked. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. 

I smiled. It was, secretly, a sad smile. "Yeah, just grand. I'mma head on home. See youse tomorrow. Night!"

They all shouted back the same and I left. I kept the image of Tommy in me mind as I walked out of the pub. The cold air was nice against me hot face. But it didn't stop me from seeking warmth. I crossed my arms over me chest and hid me hands with me arms.

"Oi! Pretty lady! Wanna have a good time with us?"

"Yeah, come on! Show us a good time."

"You know, we're not from here."

I knew they were trying to close the gap between us. I tried walking faster. 

I could hear the pounding of their footsteps before I could react. Suddenly, there was a tight grip on me forearm and he yanked me toward himself. I gasped in surprise. 

"Come on, love. We came all the way from London to this shit city. Staying at this shitty hostel called… Something with Betty in it. So, how 'bout you fucking show me and my mates a good fucking time?" He squeezed me face in his hands. 

Me breathing quickened and heart was caught in me throat. 

"Le-Let me go! Fuck off!" I screamed. 

I managed to tear his hand off me face and I kicked his knee. He groaned in pain while doubling over to support it. I started to run, but I didn't manage to get very far. One of the others caught up to me. He caught me arms, swung me 'round, and slapped me across the face. 

Me ear rang and I felt a lot of pain. "Let me go! Stop it! Help me! Somebody help me!" I yelled as I tried putting me feet down, but he just kept dragging me. 

Nobody was helping me. 

'I'm scared. I don't wanna be raped!' I kept chanting over and over. 

Eventually, the guy tugged me into his arms and shoved me into an alleyway. I groaned on impact. Me stockings ripped and me hands skidded on the cement. I raced to get back up, but the man that threw me, bunched up the collar of me coat and threw me against the wall. I yelped and started seeing stars. Pain exploded throughout me head. But even then I knew he was taking off me coat. 

I heaved out a breath. He took that chance to shove his tongue in me mouth. It was so revolting. He tasted of booze, ciggies, and pure bad breath. I bit down on his tongue. He cried out in pain. He held his mouth. His grip was still tight on me collar. I tried running the other way since his friends were blocking the entrance of the alleyway, but he tugged me back and punched me. 

Now, that fucking hurt. I froze instantly. The pain was too much. I started sobbing. 

"Shut up!" He demanded. 

I didn't listen. So, I got a knee to the stomach. I grunted in pain and doubled over. He didn't let me soothe meself as he yanked me back up and started to attack me neck. 

I heard and felt as he ripped me dress open. I tried harder to push against his torso. I tried pushing him off of me. He ripped me bra and I felt his tongue roam me chest. I cried out. I was disgusted. Me stomach was churning. I reached up and yanked him by his hair. 

He shouted in pain and punched me in me ribs. I groaned. 

From the corner of my eye, I could see his two friends just staring at us. They were enjoying watching me struggle. They were smoking and sharing a bevvy. They were smiling at the sight of me, they were laughing at me!

He didn't stop there. He grabbed me by me arms and threw me against the wall multiple times. I tried sticking out me neck forward. It was an attempt to protect me head and it worked… a little. I was completely out of it by the time he stopped doing it. 

I could feel yet I was also numb to it. It was like the incident all over again. I still thrashed me arms around, but it was so weak. I was so beaten. Me body was not used to this. It wanted to shut down. I knew it did. But then me fingers grazed something on his upper torso. Me breath hitched. 

It knew this spot to be special. Tommy had a special spot here too. It was a gun holster. I felt me attacker raise me left leg and push my panties aside. 

After that it was such a blur. It all happened so fast. 

I took the gun out of its holster, pressed it into his torso, cocked it, and pulled the trigger. The shot rang through me ears. All I heard was white noise after that. 

I held onto the back of his neck, supporting his weight by leaning him on me body, looked to my right and saw that his friends had run off. It was then that I heard his choking gasps. I felt nothing. I pushed his body off of me and cocked the gun again. His fingers started to outline his bullet wound. He stared up at me in shock. 

He held his hands up, begging for his life. I looked down and stared at his leg. I aimed and fired. He screamed in agony. I cocked the gun. I aimed at his shoulder and fired. Another scream ripped from his throat. 

At that moment, I felt me mouth twitch upward. I felt meself smirk. Me eyes widened like a madman. I felt powerful. I walked closer to him and stood over his body. Slowly, I cocked the gun. He whimpered and put his hands up slowly. Hands covered in his own blood. I relished the terror in his eyes. 

I felt the smile expand on me face and I aimed for the middle of his forehead. I exhaled sharply before closing me mouth up. The action caused me to giggle uncontrollably. He sobbed louder but also somewhat slurred. He was dying. I knew that and he knew that. 

So, I withdrew the gun and took a small stumbling step back. I contorted me face in fear— it was all an act, and watched as he put his guard down. I stayed like that for about a minute before I couldn't manage to hide me smile anymore even while biting me lip. In a flash, his face lit back up in terror and that's when I took a step forward and pulled the trigger. The smile fell from me face. His hot blood had splattered all over me face, blowback I heard it was called.

"Oi!" A man shouted. 

I looked up to see no one that I would know. However, the man was wearing a peaked cap and was accompanied by three others. All guns were raised and pointed at me. 

They inched closer to me and I took a real stumbling step back. 

One man gasped. "That's Aliena Welsh. Mr. Shelby's maid!"

They put down their guns and rushed to me. I just stood there. Then, I looked down and stared at the gun. Me hands were trembling like leaves, but it was all an act. One of the Peaky men held out his hand toward me, I flinched and he stopped. 

"Miss, let's get you home. We'll take care of 'em. Come now, dear." He gestured to the gun and reluctantly I gave it to him. Another man gave me his coat. I wrapped myself around it. 

"Come, Miss." He waved me to follow him. 

I looked back and watched as the other men started to deal with the body. One man hauled him up by his armpits while another picked him up by his legs. 

Almost in a trance, I said. "No. I'm going home by meself. Go 'n tell, Tommy, what’s happened." 

Then, I rushed past him. At first, I was speed walking and then I was running. I was running with one hand holding onto me torn dress. The man’s coat had flown off of me shoulders. I was basically just covering me chest. Me stomach was on full display, though. 

But, of course, me suffering would not end. Me heel got caught and I tripped. I caught meself but it made me pre-existing wounds hurt even more. I sat there in the middle of the sidewalk. Panting for breath. Me lungs, no, not just me lungs. Everything hurt. Especially, me head. 

'I'm finished,’ I thought, ‘I can never go back now. I can’t go back to my family after I’ve killed someone. I-I can never be saved by any higher power, or have salvation for my soul. I... I killed him.’

I started to laugh, maniacally. I just giggled and laughed. Until they turned into blood curdling screams. Once I lost breath, I desperately inhaled and then sprang myself up. I continued running until I got home. With the door in sight, I started to sob. The worst part of it was that I wasn't crying because of what happened. It was because I knew I needed to look distraught. I knew deep down that I had absolutely no regrets pulling that trigger. 

I probably even liked it. 

I started banging on the door. I could hear Polly yell for me to stop. I didn't. Not until she ripped open the door. I saw as her gaze contorted from angry to something else, maybe astonishment. She brought her hands to her mouth. Her eyes watered which made me look away. 

"Oh my god." She whispered. Polly sounded so choked up. Her sadness seeped into her words. 

Her hands slowly reached out to me. They were shaking so much. And I broke. I started to cry, sob, wail. 

"Polly! Polly… " I repeated her name over and over. She drew me into a hug and helped me inside. I hid me face in the crook of her neck. 

"Sh! It's alright, love. I have you now. Ada! You're safe now. ADA, GET DOWN HERE THE FUCK NOW!"

I knew she was leading me into the living room. She helped me sit down and she never stopped stroking me hair. 

Before Ada could ask any questions, Polly told her to bring the tub in and to draw me a bath with hot water. I was still crying. I sounded awful. 

"Pol, what's happened?" Ada asked as she poured the hot water into the tub. 

"I don't know! Just focus on what I've told you to do! Ali, love, I'm goin' to be right back. You need ice for your face." She kissed the temple of me forehead and then unwrapped me from her. 

I looked at her empty spot with hollow eyes. Then, I trailed over to Ada. Her mouth hanging open slightly. 

I gulped. Me mouth was completely dry. The tub was full. I stood up slowly. I didn't even realize it would hurt. Hell, I didn't even realize that there was blowback on me breasts and neck, not just me face. I slipped a finger under the strap of me bra and carefully slipped both it and me dress off of me body. 

As I went to take off me panties, I suddenly remember I had thigh high stockings. I closed me eyes shut and sat back down. A wince left me mouth. I kicked off me heels, reached down, and tugged them off with very strained effort. When I stood back up, heels clicked on the floor meaning Polly was back. I slid off me panties and then entered the tub. 

Ada tried to protest but it was too late. I had already submerged me body in the scathing hot water. It burned and yes, and Polly yelled at me for it. But then I got used to it and she was holding the makeshift ice pack against the left of me face where the bastard struck me the most. Ada, with a towel in hand, was scrubbing the blood off of me body. She was being so delicate with me.

That was when the door flew open and in came the Shelby brothers. The sound of the door banging on the wall made me cringe. I closed me eyes at the sound. Just as I was tipping me head back, me face was grasped and inspected. 

"Who did this? What the fuck happened!" Tommy shouted. 

"Stop your fucking shouting! She hasn't said a word… Aliena, love. Can you tell us what happened?" Polly asked. 

Languidly, I opened me eyes. Tommy's eyes were blown wide. And, I could finally read his face. He was angry and worried. I looked behind 'em and saw John and Arthur were doing no better. Arthur was raising a fist to his mouth repeatedly before striking the couch. John was pacing back and forth while sniffing a lot. Ada was crying beside me. She took her hand in mine. 

I felt loved. I felt safe. 

I exhaled loudly with me cheeks puffed. I made a kind of "oo" noise like when women give birth. I swallowed a sob and began to speak. 

"There was these three fuckers outside the Garrison. They were eyeing me real hard before I went in. I thought I saw wrong because well, no one in the city disrespects me. Ha!" I looked away from Tommy as I ran me tongue over the inside of me cheek. "When I went back out, they had already gotten like closer. They were catcalling me. Saying things like I should show them a good time. That I owed it to them since they were from out of town." I scoffed and looked down at me chest. 

Me bare chest. It was still covered in blood. Me face contorted. I was filthy. I had a disgusting man's blood on me body. I raised me hands and started rubbing on me skin. It had dried somewhat. It wasn't coming off! I started to hyperventilate and scratch at me skin. 

"Eh, stop that, Ali! Eh! Aliena, stop that!" Tommy took my hands from me neck and into his. Me eyes widened and I could feel me head twitching to the right. 

His thumb made small strokes up and down me hand and I started to calm down. 

"One of them ran to me when I started speeding up. He grabbed me and I screamed for help. I tried fighting. Kicked his knee and ran for it. But another one caught up to me, swung me 'round, and slapped me. I kept screaming for help, but nobody was… " I took a deep breath. "They threw me in an alley and then against the wall. I kept on fighting. The guy who was gonna… Well, he was wearing a gun. So, I… I-!"

I shook me head, violently. "I shot 'em, Tommy. I took his gun and shot 'em. His mates ran off. And yeah…" I slipped me hands out of his grasp and finally allowed me head to tilt down as I rested me eyes. 

I muttered. "Me virtue lives to fight another day." I snickered, mirthlessly.

I felt rather than saw Tommy's explosive response. He slammed his hands against the tub while screaming, "Fuck!" 

Polly and Ada both gasped. 

"Did they tell you anything else, love? Like where they were planning on taking you? Or where they came from?" Polly asked, always quick to regain composure. 

I nodded. "Said they'd come from London. Staying at Betty's. I think that meant that lodging place that's run by that… "

"Semi-retired prostitute." Tommy finished. "Right. John, Arthur! Let's go!" 

Polly didn't even try stopping them. The door closed with the same bang. I started to cry again and this time I had two women soothing me. 

They cleaned the blood off of me. They washed it off of me body and hair. They put me in a nightgown and Polly brushed out me hair. Afterward, Polly sent Ada up to bed and we cuddled on the couch. 

I cleared me throat. "This isn't the first time. Not even when Tommy brought me home that day two months ago. No. The first time it happened was when I was 13 or 14. Me ma’ let me have a bevvy for the first time. It was Thanksgiving 'n all. I got so bevied up that me sis offered me to sleep in her room. I wanted to see the baby, so everyone went along with it. You see, I was supposed to sleep at the end of the bed while she was supposed to sleep next to her husband. It didn't end up like that. I slept next to 'em with the baby in the middle of us, and my sister was at the bottom. 

It was fine 'til I woke up and he was fondling me. He was playing with me breasts and kept running his hand up and down me thigh. I fucking froze, Pol. I froze for so long. But I managed to get away. I went running to me room. I told me ma’ in the morning and she told me sis. They didn't believe me. Me ma’ wanted her granddaughter to grow up with both parents, so she hid it from me da’. Me sis just thought I was lying for attention. I had to be in the same house with 'em for so fucking long!" 

Polly sucked on her teeth and held me closer to her. She held me so tight that I could hardly breathe. Tears escaped me eyes but me face wasn't contorted.

 I was so tired. 

As the night went on, Polly eventually walked me to bed. She tucked me in like I was a child. She kissed me forehead before walking out. Once I hit the bed, all fatigue washed away. I was left with me own thoughts. I couldn't fall asleep now. 

I brought fingers to me face and lightly pressed on the outside of me bruises. I hissed in pain and withdrew me hand. 

'I don't wanna see me face.' I thought. 

But because I acknowledged it, I wanted to do it. I slowly got up from the bed and walked over to the mirror. Me left cheek and eye were both bruised. It wasn't absolutely horrible, but I've never seen me face like this before.

I huffed as I dropped me hand from me face. I opened the palm of me hand and traced the outline of me scrapes. They burned like a bitch when I was in the bath. I slowly crouched down and did the same to the scrapes on my knees. But as I did so, pain shot up throughout me body because I neglected the bruises on me stomach and ribs.

 I was littered with fucking bruises. 

I sighed, running a hand through me hair as I tilted me head back. I pinched the bridge of me nose. I was brought out of me trance when three soft knocks rang through the room. I jumped at the sudden sound. 

"Ye-Yes?"

The door opened and it was Tommy. He had dressed down. He was in his pajamas. A white long sleeve shirt and pants. I never asked if they were his work pants, but they were eerily similar. 

He cleared his throat and flicked his nose. "It's done. We found 'em and dealt with them." 

I let out a loud breath of relief. They were dead. I wouldn't have to worry about them at all. Unlike in me original world where I couldn't sleep because I feared he'd come for me and me family. 

I ran me hand through me hair, and bunched it at the front. I looked up at Tommy. "Thank you." I whispered. 

With his hands now in his pockets, he nodded. 

I knew what I was doing. I knew that I probably shouldn't ask, but I didn't want to be alone tonight. I ran to him and hugged him. He returned it, hesitantly. He soon rested his chin on me head. 

I felt him kiss me head and he whispered. "Sleep with me tonight, eh? You shouldn't be alone tonight." 

I nodded with me head still buried in his chest. Slowly, he guided me to his room. I climbed into his bed and he did after me. I faced the wall and allowed his arm to be me pillow. I gathered me hair and put it all to the side where his arm laid. 

I could hear his breathing and that's all it took for me to start drifting off. Me eyes fluttered open when I felt his fingers comb through me hair. He couldn't fully thread his fingers through me hair, but it was still soothing. 

"You're safe now. You'll be okay." He whispered over and over. 

His voice is something I always want to fall asleep to... 

It didn't take me long to fall asleep at all. I was safe in the Shelby house, in Tommy's arms. 

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Ghosts for the fandom ask as well! 👀

The first character I ever fell in love with: Thomas Thorne. “Ah, she’s gone” remains one hell of a delightful line delivery. And his following melodrama was just amazing to sit through. I love dramatic™ bitches.

A character that I used to love/like, but now do not: I... honestly don’t know? Like, I generally like every character in this series and that’s not particularly a small feat. I suppose if I had to choose... the Captain or Mike, and only because I’ve come to realize their later more self-centered/forcible moments were there from the get-go, from the Captain’s complaining about Fanny’s screaming and Mike taking out a loan without talking about it with Alison while she was in a coma, not necessarily because I dislike them.

A ship that I used to love/like, but now do not: Ummm, none! I generally agree with the ships in this series. 

My ultimate favorite character™: Thomas Thorne, he usually guarantees a laugh with any line reading, he looks good, he usually holds back before his crush on Alison gets too creepy, The Thomas Thorne Affair and Free Pass helps explain his more romantic tendencies and the former genuinely floored me with some of its twists and that last revelation broke my damn heart. Poor Isabelle and Thomas. They lost so much because the first Lord Button was a selfish arse. And I adore that Thomas was the first one who sung along In the Bleak Midwinter with Alison. I hope all the best for him.

Prettiest character: Kitty or Thomas. Kitty’s more my type, and I love her dress, but Thomas has those floofy locks to die for.

My most hated character: FUCK LORD BUTTON THE FIRST WITH A MUSKET BALL. That being said, I don’t come out of the Christmas Special respecting Mike’s sisters. And, depending on how Kitty’s backstory goes, her sister’s set to replace Lord Button the First. Honestly, I feel like I come out of this series hating cousins and sisters.

My OTP: Mike/Alison. Aside from some hiccups, Mike’s genuinely supportive and follows Alison’s lead and Alison grounds Mike’s eccentrics or flights of fear. They’re not friction-less, but they feel lived-in, have little jokes with each other, and are a couple who love each other and work through their problems.

My NOTP: Yeah, still none.

Favorite episode: Man, there’s a spoil of riches in Season 2 alone, but I keep revisiting Happy Death Day, Getting Out, About Last Night, Redding Weddy, The Thomas Thorne Affair, and Bump in the Night. If I had to narrow it down... The Thomas Thorne Affair, Bump in the Night or The Ghost of Christmas all vie for favorite.

The Thomas Thorne Affair is the best flashback episode Ghosts got, given it’s got a ton of narrative room to breathe around the death in question (I love Redding Weddy, but I wanted more scenes between the Captain and Lieutenant Havers), allowing for multiple perspectives to see the death, and I love how many holes get plugged up by POVs like Kitty’s or get misdirected off-track like Robin’s or get made into a more interesting imaginary scenario like the Captain’s (real talk, his take never fails to make me laugh, bless you, Captain). It’s all hilarious (that bird getting shot by Thomas’ gun as he falls is my second-guiltiest laugh of the series) but it also speaks to a very real idea of our memories: that we edit, we revise, we look back with nostalgia or clean up the messier bits. Add in the twists and the Mike subplot and it all adds up to a tragic tale whose theme is about how another man’s utter selfishness is capable of destroying a relationship between two lovers through violence, either directly or by proxy. It’s delightfully hilarious, but it hits so hard and Thomas’ words about the truth making it all worse twists my heart.

I feel Bump in the Night is the funniest episode Ghosts’ got. It’s not particularly serious, there are no real stakes, given one of the burglars is terrible at theft, it’s just a bunch of total morons fumbling through a breaking-and-entering and it’s amazing. Fanny complaining that the burglars are terrible at theft, the Ghosts calling for 999, only to not think through how to communicate, them trying to communicate with Mike via a creepy doll’s eyelids, Alison immediately realizing Mike’s in the wardrobe, Julian writing “2 of them” instead of 2 like a non-dumbass, MIKE IN THE SUIT OF ARMOR, it’s all amazingly funny, but at the same time, it’s all underlined by the emotional truth that Alison, Mike, and the Ghosts have come far enough that the Ghosts are willing to help them out because they like them, instead of scaring them off or causing problems like in Season 1. Alison verbalizes it, but the more touching scene is how she thanks Robin, the Ghost that first scared her because he had nothing better to do, for getting Barclay to help them and he just nods humbly back. This episode is full of idiots, but it’s got a decent amount of heart in it that gives it weight beyond the laughs.

The Ghost of Christmas probably has one of my favorite theses on why we endure the holidays with our families, despite it never being as magical as can be. There’s stuff to nitpick like how I don’t like how Mike’s sisters delight in Mike throwing a fit, going so far to film it, and some of Julian’s scenes with the baby run a bit long for my taste, but I really do like Julian’s summation of Christmas: that it’s perfect because it’s not perfect and that we should be grateful of any time we spend with family, because it will all go away someday, as the ghosts can testify. We take the good with the bad. There are some delightful humor bits like the Ghosts needling the Captain and Thomas to join in on Twister, Fanny looking up at the tall tree from the seeds they planted, Mike’s dad having a chainsaw, and Julian waving off his daughter being a MP of the Green Party (screw you, Julian, she rules because of that), but there’s also the theme of family in the emotional scene. When Mike’s dad tells him they’re overbearing because someday they won’t get to do things for him, there’s a heartwarming irony that, even past death, the Ghosts are there for Alison, their newest family member. This episode made me realize just how... barren Alison’s biological family connections are from the first episode’s mentioning that there were no other direct relatives. And In the Bleak Midwinter is a gorgeous song that cuts as a certain truth: just because others can’t see your family doesn’t make them any less real to you. 

Saddest death: Thomas dying all alone at the tree, no one living by his side, feeling the sting of being rejected one final time at the end because his cousin was a selfish arse who capitalized on a woman he didn’t love for her estate? God, this bears repeating, but fuck Lord Button the First.

Favorite season: Oh, definitely Season 2. I love Season 1, but I’m not a huge fan of second-hand embarrassment and seeing Alison get embarrassed by her reacting to ghosts that others can’t see made me wince quite a few times. I much prefer Season 2′s handling of Alison and the Ghosts and how they work.

Least favorite season: Season 1. I don’t take to the more second-hand embarrassment humor of that season, but I do love every episode except Free Pass. It’s still a great season with episodes like Happy Death Day, Moonah Ston, and Getting Out. Special mention to Happy Death Day, which was the first time I realized Ghosts could balance the comedy and the darkness with sincere emotion without them undercutting each other at the wrong time.

Character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: Now? Not really. In the first season though, I sometimes found Kitty a little too grating, possessive, and intrusive. Not that I don’t get where she’s coming from, her childhood sounds lonely and painful in ways she doesn’t fully comprehend and ghosthood hasn’t exactly made her any less lonely in some ways, most times I understand, but sometimes, like at the start of Getting Out where I feel she really should pump the brakes. 

That being said, her backstory’s gonna break me. I just know it.

My ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Fanny or the Captain. They really can be abrasive or domineering in that first season, the Captain steamrolling over Pat from time to time and Lady Fanny’s nitpicking and homophobia, but I do get why they are that way and they do get better.

My ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Kitty, who deserves all the blankets for that childhood. Mary, who likely has a mental illness and got burnt because of that. Humphrey, who doesn’t deserve being ignored by the Ghosts.

My ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: Thomas/Alison. Thomas, sometimes, your behavior can get a little too much regarding Alison. That first (thankfully only) peep at her in the shower, I know you’ve been frustrated for years as a Ghost, but noooooooo. That being said, when Thomas respects her boundaries and is a supportive friend (have I mentioned how touching In the Bleak Midwinter is?), I dig them.

My ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: Pat/Cap. Not that I don’t get it, and it promises heartwarming feels and heartbreak (Pat moving on after they hook up and Captain having to watch another leave him again, but this time, Captain got to admit his feelings before the leaving) and they are rather adorable together, but I’m more waiting for the narrative to acknowledge the possibility before launching myself into the ship full-time.

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Thomas Thorne for the ask game

Why I like them

Because he’s sweet and melodramatic and looks like a kicked puppy. So, you know, mood. Plus it’s Mat Baynton. 

Why I don’t

Boundaries, my dude. Learn some! (I mean all of the ghosts, especially the older ones, have this issue, but because he’s explicitly romantically interested in Alison it gets a whole extra layer of ick. But he’s doing better!)

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

I’ve only seen “The Thomas Thorne Affair” once so far, so I might have to say “Free Pass” just because it’s been my go to comfort since last August, but “The Thomas Thorne Affair” is just deliciously painful

Favorite season/movie

He’s so much easier to like in season two, and his styling is so much better in season two, but season one has some really great lines

Favorite line

”I have a lot of dreams! And most of them are about women! Except for the one where I have the body of a crab...”

Favorite outfit

Double denim with orange aviators We got to see him in full regency riding clothes and I will never recover

OTP

...Look he and Humphrey have a repour and Thomas is always the one who actually stops to carry him (and then inevitably drop kicks him and yet they’re still quite good friends) and Larry and Mat are my favourite Idiots who never really get a ship in their shows so I’m gonna take it and run.  

Brotp

I mean this show is just brotp central but Thomas not just acceptingly but gleefully becoming Alison’s friend is really sweet

Head Canon

This is basically canon, but he would be amazing at marketing

Unpopular opinion

I don’t really know? How about I don’t think he was the world’s greatest poet, but I do think he had talent but his tendency to go over the top in all things kept him from being as good as he could be. Honestly he just seems like someone who needs a good editor. That seems to be in the middle of the two consensuses regarding his writing lol

A wish

I want him to be friends with Mike!!!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

Most of the things I’d be worried about I know these writers would never do (it’s nice to have a little bit of trust for once) but I don’t really want him to become romantically involved with anyone? Like I’m pretty sure I don’t have to worry about it with Alison but I think any of the options for a romantic plot line for him would be a bit too tropey.

5 words to best describe them

Every and all synonyms for ‘too much’ Dramatic Excitable Hammy Romantic but in the... annoying way And let’s be honest, he’s horny as hell

My nickname for them

I call all male characters sweetie, baby, etc... I call him honey a lot? Mostly going ‘honey no’ but I guess it counts

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Aside from going to the movies as much as possible I do love a chill night in with good ol’ Netflix. With the ENDLESS amount of content on the streaming service, Netflix also loves putting out their own original movies and T.V. In between my trips to the theatre I just so happened to be able to catch a movie here and there throughout the year and like last year, here are the list of movies l watched with a brief review of how they turned out in no particular order.

Okja 

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Starring Tilda Swinton and Paul Dano

An exceptional adventure of a little girl named Mija risking everything to rescue her best friend, a remarkable animal named Okja from a multi-national company. I found this movie to be exciting, fantastical, and touching friendship story with a satirizing message regarding the food industry. With comic and over the top performances from everyone involved including Jake Gyllenhaal, you will fall in love with the lovable Okja.

3 ½ out of 5

I Don’t Feel at Home in This World Anymore

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Starring Melanie Lynskey and Elijah Wood

This dark comedy involving a woman whose home was burglarized and gets inspired to find the people who did it with the help of an eccentric and obnoxious neighbor. As they dig deeper they get entangled in a much bigger situation they are clearly not prepared to handle. This movie is not bad. I liked the wit of the script. Since it is a comedy, there are a lot of bumbling criminals running around the movie but I think the self help the depressed lead is going through is interesting enough to keep it realistic and a little relatable to anyone who feels like they get shit on every day and just can’t get a break. Check this out if you feel like something indie to watch. A comedy with a bit of substance.

3 out of 5

Naked

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Starring Marlon Wayans and Regina Hall

With no explanation given at all, Marlon Wayans plays a man who happens to be caught in a time loop repeating the day of his wedding to his fiancé. Not only that, he wakes up completely naked. Only he remembers his previous day and must find a way to make it to his wedding and marry the woman he loves. The concept is nothing new you haven’t seen before and unfortunately, the hijinks were a bit too silly to be taken seriously. Yes, it is a comedy but it has to be funny and somewhat real even for comedy sake. No real interesting characters. Marlon is charming but he was given a horrible script to work with. Its an okay watch but once it is over you will forget you watched it.

2 out of 5

Little Evil

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Starring Adam Scott and Evangeline Lilly

A horror comedy spoof of The Omen a man marries a woman with a 6-year-old son of her own. Typical modern family except that he believes the is might be the antichrist. I love the concept and Owen Atlas who plays the devil’s child is great in it as the brooding evil incarnate. Evangeline is funny as the naïve mother unaware of her son’s true destiny. Packed full of other known standup comedians and T.V. actors this has a bit of humor that keeps you engage but as the movie progresses it gets way too silly and a little boring. This is one I think can be scrolled pass but if you like the actors associated, give it a shot.  What do you have to lose? Your soul?

1 ½ out of 5

Take the 10

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Starring Josh Peck and Tony Revolori

A comedy involving two friends who plan to make a big change in their life has to tie up loose ends when a drug deal goes bad. All taking place in one day, this movie is told in interwoven shorts from the perspective of a different character each time covering the same 24 hours. This movie would actually be worth recommending but the characters are not likable at all. In fact, one of them is just a straight up asshole who is too narcissistic for his own good. The Y generation may find this enjoyable and relatable as well as anyone who lives or knows southern California well to understand the joke within the title. It wasn’t boring just not a great movie.

3 out of 5

iBoy

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Starring Bill Milner and Maisie Williams

Trying to capture on the superhero fad, a young boy is given the ability to control anything technological. Of course, no superhero with powers are created without a tragedy. He gets these abilities because pieces of his cellphone were implemented into his brain after being shot in the head while on the phone. Discovering his new gifts, he uses them to save his crush and take back the neighborhood that is being controlled by a mobster and his goons. This idea is about as bonkers as it sounds. It actually attempts to try and be a serious authentic crime drama. The acting is par and the movie isn’t slow. The way he uses his abilities is creative but this story is a stretch to be taken seriously. For you Game of Throne fans out there that want to see Arya Stark out of her war garment then check this out, otherwise, this is a movie you don’t need to see.

2 out of 5

#realityhigh

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Starring Nesta Cooper and Keith Powers

Combine the color and upbeat acting of Disney and the updated and modern teen experience of Freeform and you got yourself a high school comedy. This one involves a high-achieving high school girl who is supposedly someone who isn’t beautiful to get the man of her dreams because she wears glasses witnesses her crush dating someone who is the center of a reality tv show that follows her around. Through certain circumstances she is drawn into the world of being popular and getting everything, she wants but also risking losing the very thing she didn’t believe she had the whole time. I actually enjoyed watching this teen flick. All the characters were very likable, they all had brains and had a voice and it seemed that everyone got their fair share of screen time. I actually see this show being a great series. At the end of the day it is a cheesy teen flick that makes millenials look like technologic narcissistic zombies. If they decide to do more of these following up what happens next, I wouldn’t object. Honestly, if you watch the trailer and have interest in watching it, check it out.

4 out of 5

You Get Me

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Starring Bella Thorne and Halston Sage

A thriller in the same vain as A Fatal Attraction, Swimfan, and anything involving a love affair turned deadly. Bella Throne is the new Glenn Close in this teen suspense movie when she has a one-night stand with a man who recently broke up with his long-time girlfriend. After a weekend of sex and cuddles, he tries to get back with his girlfriend realizing what he lost and she decides that he is the new love of her life and will destroy anyone that gets in her way. This movie was a little cheesy as some of the actions carried out seemed to unreal to be carried out. I don’t really feel sorry for the victim or protagonist of the movie. These movies tend to bug me sometimes with the idea that a woman can’t go without a man. Just think if this movie was Twilight and Stewart’s Bella went all postal in addition to her obsession with Edward. If you are a fan of Bella Thorne, check this out. If not, this is the same ol’ same ol’ tale.

2 out of 5

1922

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Starring Thomas Jane and Molly Parker

The Stephen King adaptation of his novel 1922 sees a prideful father and farmer who is having financial troubles keeping his farm afloat. His wife wants to sell but he is to proud to give it up. Convincing his son to participate, they plot to kill his wife to make sure they can keep the farm. The outcome is far more than they would imagine. Paranoia, deceiving, and ghostly visions and dreams plague the father and son who try and keep up the charade that their mother just disappeared. Haunted by their crime the movie gives off a thrilling ride to possible insanity. This movie is more drama than horror and more depressing then suspenseful. Doesn’t mean this movie wasn’t good but just know that this movie may not be what you think it is. If you want to see a gut-wrenching story and the desperation of what one man would do to keep his livelihood, you may enjoy this film.

3 out of 5.

The Babysitter

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Starring Samara Weaving and Judah Lewis

This horror comedy is one of the best horror films in 2017. It is silly in a McG sort of way but has a lot of heart in it. This movie has everything: cults, bullies, spiders, shirtless hot guy, blood sacrifices, deflating implants all wrapped up in a big bow with McG’s signature stamp on it. That can only mean you are in for a bizarre, twisted, and funny flick mixed with some jump scares, some cool kills and the laws of gravity are thrown away because it’s McG. I love the cast and they played likable characters. This will make you laugh and there is a lot of blood. I think the script is clever and the friendship between the babysitter and her charge is the best part. A slow start in the beginning but once it happens it doesn’t stop.

4 ½ out of 5

Gerald’s Game

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Starring Carla Gugino and Bruce Greenwood

An adapted Stephen King novel adapted for screen was one of the best ideas in 2017. I have never heard of this novel before and it is terrifying to watch. What a well done film with suburb acting from Carla Gugino who is at a cabin with her husband trying to spice up their relationship but due to unfortunate events she is put through the most brutal mental test to find out if she has what it takes to survive. This was a gut-wrenching edge of your seat one woman show. It will have you spooked, bewildered, and any other intense feeling you can think of. I highly recommend this film and towards the end you will witness one of the most painful look away scenes of 2017.

5 out of 5

If you would like to read a full review of What Happened to Monday and Death Note, click here and here.

There are more to be seen and eventually I will get to more. Which Netflix movies did you watch in 2017? Comment below with your favorites and ones that were just the worse. Thanks for reading and I’ll see you at the movies.

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Netflix Original Movies 2017 Aside from going to the movies as much as possible I do love a chill night in with good ol’ Netflix.

[averyxlostsoul-blog]

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME:  Avery Jane Weaver

PRONUNCIATION:   AY-və-ree JAYN WE-VER (eɪvəri ʤeɪn ˈwivər)

MEANING: Avery means wise, counselor, or ruler of elves

REASONING:  Avery’s mother simply chose a name that was unisex. She didn’t put much thought into it. Jane, however, is her grandmother’s given name.

ALIAS: Avee, often called ‘Weaver’ throughout high school ( a lasting nickname from her brother’s time at the same school)

BIRTH DATE:  February 19th, 1991

AGE: 26

ZODIAC: Pisces

GENDER: Female

PRONOUNS: She/Her

SPECIES: Vampire

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual

NATIONALITY: Canadian

CURRENT LOCATION: Ashbourne, Nova Scotia

LIVING CONDITIONS: An abandon cabin in the middle of the forest

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Peggy’s Cove Nova Scotia,Canada

HOMETOWN: Peggy’s Cove, Nova Scotia, Canada

SOCIAL CLASS: Bordering between lower and middle class; currently lower class

EDUCATION LEVEL: B.A. in Anthropology

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English. She has novice knowledge in German, Latin, and American Sign Language

FATHER:  Johnathon Andrew Weaver

MOTHER:  Mary-Louise  Johnson-Weaver

RELATIONSHIP WITH PARENTS: Mary-Louise was always very caring and understanding towards Avery. She could honestly say her mother was her best friend, someone she could always turn to even through her rough teenage years. Her father divorced her mother when she was seven, and she never heard from him again except for a misdated birthday card here and there. When she was older, she found out he had had an affair.

SIBLING(S): Adrian Lucas Weaver [older brother]

RELATIONSHIP WITH SIBLINGS:  Avery was once very close with her brother, often following him around like a duckling in her younger years. He would always care for her and keep her entertained while their mother worked. However, his relationship with their mother was opposite to Avery’s and he left and never looked back at age eighteen.

CHILDREN:  N/A

PET(S): None, but had fostered over 50+ throughout her human life eventually opening an animal shelter with her mother

OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: N/A

PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Marcus Thompson [three months in college]

FRIENDS:  Thomas Dixon, Matilda Hunt, Malachi Thorn, Lorenzo De Santis, Florence Ainsworth, Desmond Browne, almost anyone who feels sorry for her. 

FOES: Possibly Carmilla Frost, Cael Mercer might hate her

SIRE:  Malachi  Thorn

FLEDGLINGS: N/A

ARRESTS?: None

PRISON TIME?: None

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Imogen Poots

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Medium length, tangled waves

GLASSES/CONTACTS: Unnecessary

DOMINANT HAND: Right

HEIGHT: 5′ 4″

BUILD: Ectomorphic

EXERCISE HABITS: None

SKIN TONE: Fair

TATTOOS: None

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS:  Large scar on her upper left thigh from jumping into a glass coffee table as a child; discolored ‘splotches’ on the right side of her waist

PIERCINGS: Four ear piercings on each ear, three normal matching pairs, one industrial on her right ear, and a tragus on her left ear; no tattoos

NOTABLE FEATURES: Eyes

USUAL EXPRESSION:  These days she’s often frowning with red rimmed eyes

CLOTHING STYLE: relaxed and comfy, often wearing jeans and a knitted sweater; usually covered in dirt, sometimes blood

JEWELRY: None

ALLERGIES: Allergic to dairy and cats as a human

BODY TEMPERATURE: Far below average

DIET:  Mostly blood

PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None

OCCUPATION & INCOME:

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Dollars found on the side of the road

SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Possible employee of Matilda Hunt

CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: No, she wishes she could work but fears she won’t be able to control herself. 

PAST JOB (S):  Adoptions Manager at  Homeward Bound Animal Shelter, Assistant Manager at Beautiful Blossoms

SPENDING HABITS: She has no money to spend

MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: She has no real possessions except for her clothes 

PSYCHOLOGY & PERSONALITY

ELEMENT: Air

APPROXIMATE IQ: 127

CHARACTER ARCHETYPE: The Innocent

STRONGEST CHARACTER TRAITS: Charismatic, Nurturing, Good-natured, Honest, Reliable, Personable

WEAKEST CHARACTER TRAITS: Naive, Easily manipulated, Insecure, Anxious, Paranoid, Forgiving

MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Depression, Anxiety

EMOTIONAL STABILITY: Unstable, very unstable

PHOBIA(S): Vampires, killing

ADDICTION(S)/BAD HABITS: Never looking someone in the eye

OBSESSIONS: Books and cultures from around the world

BIGGEST SECRET: She’s killed almost 100 people in the first year of her being a vampire

DRUG USE: Never but doesn’t judge

ALCOHOL USE: Infrequently, sometimes enjoys Gin and Tonic or something ‘fruity’ like Sangria 

SWEARING?: Not often, uses mild words like ‘shit’

PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Not at all

RELIGION: None

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Quiet, whisper-y

ACCENT:  An average Nova Scotian accent

HABITS: Writing notes into the books she reads

NERVOUS TICKS:   Twirling her hair around her finger, or smoothing it too often; also fiddles with objects in her hand

DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS/: To get her thirst under control and be able to live a relatively normal life. She wants to continue her education in cultural anthropology

GENERAL FEARS: Losing control, never being able to stop killing people

SENSE OF HUMOR:  Educational, usually finds a way to throw in a good fact here or there

CATCHPHRASE(S): "I’m sorry.”

FAVORITES

ANIMAL: Koala

BEVERAGE: Coca Cola

BOOK:   In Search of Respect, Harry Potter, Ship Breaker, and Odd Thomas

COLOR: Rose Gold

FOOD:  Cherry pie

FLOWER: Dandelions 

GEM: Pearl

HOLIDAY: Christmas

MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Walking; Car

MOVIE: The Sandlot 2, Clueless, and Time Lapse

MUSICAL ARTIST: None but prefers most Indie Rock

QUOTE/SAYING: “ You’d think that silence would be peaceful, but really, it’s painful.”

SCENERY: Fields of flowers

SCENT: Honey

SPORT: Volleyball

SPORTS TEAM: N/A

TELEVISION SHOW:  Marvel’s Agent Carter

WEATHER: Spring

VACATION DESTINATION: Toronto 

PAST/FUTURE

WHAT WERE THEY LIKE AS A CHILD?: Avery was either sobbing over something small or a giddy, hyper, fool who would often run out of sight and get lectured when caught

GROW UP RICH OR POOR?: Her family grew up balancing just about the poverty line until she was fourteen; at that point her mother had recovered from the damage her father left them with and began saving. They opened the animal shelter when she was sixteen and her family has been ‘middle class’ ever since.

NURTURED OR NEGLECTED?: With her mother by her side, Avery was always nurtured.

ASPIRATIONS AS A CHILD?: To be a veterinarian, when she realized what was involved she quickly moved to cultural anthropology

SMELL THAT REMINDS THEM OF CHILDHOOD: Daisies, her mother would always have bouquets scattered around the house

BEST CHILDHOOD MEMORY?: Conquering the ‘scary’ neighborhood tree. Often the children would climb this tree and swing on it’s branches. Avery had a fear she would get hurt and after the first attempt she fell and scrapped her knee. A boy she hadn’t met before helped her up, kissed her knee, and encouraged her to try again. By the end of the day she had climbed the highest out of all the school children.

WORST CHILDHOOD MEMORY?: Her brother leaving. She didn’t quite understand why he left or what had happened. All she knew was that he wanted no contact with their family and never replied to the messages she wrote him. She’s still quite hurt by his sudden disappearance.

OPINIONS ON MARRIAGE?: She’s never thought too long about it, events in her life have always distracted her

WANT KIDS?: She never believed she would be able to properly care for a kid and now she’d never risk it

WANT TO GROW OLD?: She would have loved too.

WANT TO SETTLE DOWN?:   She’s never thought of moving far from home but her current situation has changed her outlook

[natjennie]

the fact that the six idiots are like known for playing multiple characters in the same show and pointedly do not do that for ghosts (aside from the plague pit ones) but DO for kitty's backstory is sooooo interesting. like, if it was a Thing they did for the ghost's life flashbacks or death scenes, had the others play ancillary characters, it would be one thing. but they specifically don't do that. and yet, when kitty recalls her family, ben willbond is her dad and charlotte richie is her sister. and only in the good memories. like... the idealized version of her past has been pasted over with people she's come to view as her family and her real family only poke out once she realizes the truth of what happened I just.... it's one of the only times the actors are cast as other people and it is literally because kitty is casting those figures as her family to make her memories more pleasant...

[natequarter]

Headcanons for Thomas Thorne out in the gardens of his large family country house?

i don't have any specific headcanons about that so i'm just going to throw out some of my assorted thomas thorne headcanons:

thomas's family was rich, but not that rich; while they had the wealth to educate their son, raise multiple children, and own a perfectly decent upper class country house, they still weren't as rich as the highams (who owned multiple houses and the land around those houses). this was part of the reason isabelle's father didn't want her to marry thomas: he wanted an increased fortune, not a love match.

thomas's parents were never particularly close to him (emotionally). rather like isabelle's father, they wanted a son who could marry above his status, inherit his wife's wealth, and make something of the family name. they were rather displeased with what they got, which was a boy more concerned with emotions and the arts than money and business.

his parents tended to ignore him when he got upset, which was often, because he was a sensitive child and if he didn't stop crying then they would tell him to. if you compare thomas's outburst in free pass to his quietness in the thomas thorne affair, it becomes immediately obvious that thomas actually represses his emotions when he's upset. (seriously, look at him - he wants to cry, but he doesn't, presumably because he expects to be punished for it; julian of all people cries more easily than him. yikes!) back to thomas's outburst in free pass - it's a bid for attention, which suggests to me that he would try to earn his parents' affection at first and then when he realised that didn't work simply their attention by displaying his emotions outwardly. this, of course, made them ignore him, which made him cry, which made him act out... rinse and repeat.

can you tell i think about thomas's emotions a lot?

thomas is driven by his emotions, and he often acts on impulse. this impulsivity is particularly clear in the thomas thorne affair - if thomas had taken a step back to think about what he was doing for a second (and indeed he does... after fucking up), he never would have challenged the man who supposedly insulted isabelle to a duel. thomas and francis presumably knew each other from a young age, and so knew each other (...or francis knew thomas, at least) very well, because francis knew how to kill thomas - provoke him into acting on impulse.

thomas is left handed. while this is never addressed on the show (which i'm glad of honestly because it's a pretty minor detail in the grand scheme of things), i feel like it probably had an impact on his life. he's a writer, and he was taught how to write in the nineteenth century. there is a non-zero chance that he was punished for writing with his left hand. what's interesting is we do see him writing with his left hand... but only in front of francis. i think thomas trusted francis wholeheartedly, including with potentially dangerous information that could hurt him if it got out, because he sees himself as the leading man in their friendship.

huge fucking mistake. rip.

honestly i think my point is this: thomas did not fit in. he did not know how to fit into georgian society - he was too dramatic, too emotional, too annoying. it ruined his life. someone give him a hug

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Must You As Figure Inspire Your Little one To Play Volatile Sports activities?

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Must You As Figure Inspire Your Little one To Play Volatile Sports activities?

Have to You As Determine EncoMust you spur your Little one to play risky Sports activities with the purpose of turning into a professional athlete and creating a delivery load of money? De Los Angeles chanson or it relies upon on the child, Decide, expertise, purpose, and opportunity. The solution is a powerful “no”, in case you ask this Discern of 4. I’m able to offer a reason behind extra of my rationale later. For a starter, caveat emptor: Sports activities, like other organizations, have exploitative beneath-bellies few see or need to appearance. Being proactive is prudent due to advice is given after harm tantamount to remedy after death.

There are functional abilities you could collect from playing several Sports activities: teamwork, perseverance, willpower, winner and resilient conduct. Also, playing Sports activities can be beneficial to as a minimum one’s ordinary fitness.

activities

Weight troubles is an international-huge fitness trouble with recognized consequences. Some of those results are high blood strain, Kind II diabetes, heart disorder, sleep apnea, joints disorder, numerous cancers, naruto call some. However do no longer tell that to many Nigerians (especially and Africans infamous) who consider that being fats is an extremely good detail, a status image, evidence of top dwelling and wealth. Carrying out bodily activities for the duration of one’s life are worthy behavior that promotes every the amount and the best of lifestyles, regular with health specialists.

But,

there may be a big divide among gambling Sports activities sports recreationally and playing them professionally. No recreation is risk-loose However a few are greater Dangerous than others. The admission costs to the professional athletes’ club may be too excessive; frankly, won’t be honestly well worth it.

In my 20’s I preferred to have a look at boxing. Sugar Ray and Thomas “Hitman” Hearns II fight includes thoughts. Marvin Hagler, Larry Holmes, Michael Spinks, Mike Tyson, George Foreman’s 2nd coming have been my favorites. I watched the ones fights every threat I have been given. At one Pay-View event in 1987 in Oakland, California, I take location to be seated close to a former boxer. As we walked out of the venue after the exciting combat, he made statements that caught in my thoughts even as a spectator begrudged the thousands and hundreds the opponents earned. He said, “those combatants can pay dearly for the rest of their lives for the hits they’ve taken nowadays.” He endured thru pronouncing, “all of the millions they made nowadays will no longer be sufficient to heal the lifestyles-time of pain and struggling.”

Looking lower back,

his utterances had been as an alternative prophetic because of the truth little were identified then approximately the consequences of concussions, hits to the head, ordinary performance enhancement capsules, Parkinson’s sickness, reminiscence loss and slurred speech problems. A number of the Sports activities we send our children to play these days are equally risky, don’t allow the hype, coins, repute, and medical improvement fool us. Keep in mind that pork got here from a cow or because the Igbos say, “Suya ahO’ahunama”!

unstable,

Seeing the big cash and reputation in the one’s Sports, it become just a count number of time in advance than Nigerian parents and/or our kids themselves started out pursuing the trimmings of those Sports. a few might also additionally want to reap the plain benefits without seeing the latent pitfalls. those parents and children Need to adhere to this Einstein quote: “analyze the guidelines of the sport [first]. And then you definitely should play it better [on and off the court] than absolutely everyone else”.

I need to dedicate a paragraph and pay homage to Nigerian, and in deed global’s, athletic heroes. Dick Tiger, Christian Okoye, Hakeem Olajuwon, and modern-day professional players have shown sparkling examples on and off the level. They stay the beacon of the whole thing tremendous about Nigeria and Nigerians. even as have become the very last time you heard anything horrible approximately the one’s heroes? via their actions, they hold to varnish the picture of our Motherland at the same time as corrupt politicians and 419ers are bent on tarnishing her worldwide photo. Like grateful Nigerians anywhere, I salute the ones evergreen heroes.

Are these motives compelling enough to allow your Child play volatile Sports activities sports?

I am hoping Nigerian parents every at domestic and, particularly, abroad are not pushing their children into those Sports to cash in. Frequently, we are human beings with all-out inclinations to make cash at all value. a few can also want to dispel a fable available and turn out to be exposing themselves and their children to hidden dangers. Consistent with one sportswriter, “human beings are skeptical about Nigerian game enthusiasts; they’ll be gentle, no longer tough sufficient and too educated”. It really is a loaded declaration! Searching for to “show a terrible” may cost a little one dearly. You could bear in mind Loyola Marymount basketball big call Eric “Hank” Gathers who died at the court in 1990 throughout a televised recreation. They younger man had a seemed coronary heart state of affairs But he endured to play without taking his medicinal pills that made him too drowsy to perform up to his famous person caliber.

All Sports sports have inherent dangers.

As Italians say, “one rosa ha le sue backbone” or “every rose has its thorns”. I love to experience bicycles. Masses of cyclists get damage or even killed whilst bicycling. Truely three weeks in the past proper right here in Austin, Texas, a bicycle proprietor pushing his disabled motorcycle modified into killed by means of the manner of an inattentive driving force tons less than 10 miles from my residence. Do you recognize that women’ soccer game enthusiasts hold the second one maximum wide variety of concussions, after American football game enthusiasts? Pass Decide that one.

they’re Risky whilst done as prescribed. A number of the injuries are cumulative from very younger a while (essential and middle faculties) and the ill-consequences aren’t truly felt till after one’s playing days are over.

The probabilities of making it to the pros are pretty infinitesimal. As a pal who performed ones of these Sports professionally tells me, “people simplest see the only some who successfully jumped over to the other side of the ridge. However appearance down inside the abyss to appearance the multitude that did not make it.” The few that make it to the pros come to be living painful lives after their accidents start to appear and while their insurance blessings aren’t any greater. They rapid squander their earnings due to poor financial control capabilities. Just like too many Nigerians refuse to plan for retirement, those athletes think they’ll usually be in the money. Folks that help you waste your assets will no longer be there for you even as you need them. Wake-keeping, if that, can only bury one after one had died, it won’t maintain the dwelling.

I’m now not advocating you or your children eschew novice or expert Sports. Neither am I singling out everybody recreation. Like I said, every rose has its thorns; no recreation is chance-unfastened. What I am recommending is that allows you to behavior your very personal studies earlier than exposing your circle of relatives to any Sports. If in the long run which you, however, experience the game is on your Little one and she or he has the wherewithal to turn out to be the most effective-in-a-million victor, Cross for it. I want your circle of relatives nicely. Please beware all that glitters can be brass, no longer gold.

Sports activities

Ask yourself the one’s questions:

How come just a few offspring of seasoned game enthusiasts follow the footsteps of their dad and mom? Did the genes that propelled their mother and father to stardom “pass over the road”?

Why do not team proprietors, coaches, group clinical doctors, use their clouds to play their youngsters in those obviously worthwhile Sports activities? other organizations, which consist of preachers, train their youngsters in the circle of relatives corporation, why no longer as Dangerous Sports gamers? Could it be because of the reality they the truth or, to paraphrase Ben Franklin, society writes accidents in dirt and advantages in marble?

Are Sports activities the only way to earn university scholarships? Academic scholarships are higher than most Sports activities scholarships. The former graduate’s extra university students than the latter. Reading will not give you the aforementioned injuries.

if you don’t know any ex-professional gamers in the game your Little one might be inquisitive about, Google or Facebook searching for to find one to speak with. they’ll be fantastically clean to find out and you may discover them willing to assist you. Pay attention with an open mind to what they tell you; do not take their remarks as bitter ex-gamers comments. That is what I did years within the past earlier than my youngsters have been of age to play popular American Sports. As a proactive step, I started out discouraging my sons from playing football. I was bowled over while my center schooler informed me he was requested to try out for his school group.

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for the hc game, any ghosts character you like !

Headcanon A: realistic

besides being horribly painful, slow, and lonely, thomas's death also left him with trauma around guns and loud noises. any kind of sudden loud noise will make him panic, be it shouting, clapping, balloons popping, fireworks... he tends to keep away from the captain's documentaries because they have both guns and loud noises, often at the same time, and it unnerves him. unfortunately, the captain doesn't seem to have noticed this, and often mentions things like his favourite gun model in front of thomas. it's not intentional, but it still hurts

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

alison sometimes puts on horrible histories for the ghosts. thomas things that hh dick turpin is hot. since everyone at button house is apparently faceblind nobody comments on this

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

thomas never cries and never shows actual negative emotions, especially in front of the ghosts, because as a child his parents would yell at him for crying and he learnt pretty quickly that being upset only made people angry at him. honestly? the ghosts treat each other the same way (showing emotion = bad), so he simply doesn't cry in front of the ghosts (or ever, really). it isn't until the thomas thorne affair that anyone figures this out

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own

thomas isn't that close to most of the ghosts but is inexplicably fond of mary, and vice versa. none of the other ghosts get it at all, but they'll go to each other for advice sometimes (a terrible idea for both of them), and since mary's illiterate sometimes thomas will read for her. he tried teaching her to read once, but he didn't get very far

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i'm honestly curious as to the details of fanny's relationship to george because the way she talks about him is unlike pretty much any of the other ghosts, especially considering he murdered her - she refers to him in perfect day as "my george" and even talks about now she wished both of them could have had a better life, which isn't something you see from the other ghosts. for better or worse, she seems to actually care for him to some extent. perhaps the main reason this is so odd is that she actually talks about george in the first place, whereas we don't learn about, say, francis and isabelle until the thomas thorne affair, because thomas simply does not mention them, whereas fanny brings up her husband fairly often. she even keeps his secret (pointless, since the older ghosts saw it all), presumably because of the shame and pain of it all but also on some level perhaps to protect him. it just fascinates me because none of the ghosts (except perhaps pat, but even then it's not the same situation) act in such a way