#ant phillips

[sweetbuckybarnes]

You Clever, Clever Boy

Pairings: Anthony + Kate; Benedict + Sophie; Colin + Penelope; Daphne + Simon; Eloise + Phillip; Francesca + Michael; Gregory + Lucy; Hyacinth + Gareth

Extra Characters: Dowager Viscountess Violet Bridgerton, Edmund Bridgerton II, Miles Bridgerton, Thomas Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton II, Agatha Bridgerton, Belinda Basset, George Bridgerton, Amanda Crane, Georgiana Crane

Summary: The annual Bridgerton Pall Mall has been somewhat interrupted by the first words of one young Bridgerton. or: How I imagine the final ever scene of Bridgerton taking place.

It was time for the annual Bridgerton Pall Mall game. This year, playing for the Mallet of Death, was Anthony and Kate, Benedict, Colin, Daphne and Simon, Eloise, Francesca, Gregory and Hyacinth.

Violet was sitting in the shade, looking out at her fully grown children, squabbling over pall mall sticks. She sighed and shook her head. They were like this as children, Edmund had always encouraged their competitive nature - and this is what it has spiralled into.

She pulls her attention away from her children, looks over to the other side of the Aubrey Hall gardens, and smiles at her grandchildren. She could see Anthony's boys (Edmund and Miles) chasing Colin's son Thomas. Three little girls were using one of the new skipping ropes - Benedict's daughter (Violet), Colin's daughter (Agatha - lovingly nicknamed, Aggie) and Eloise's daughter (Penelope). One of Daphne's daughters - Belinda - was sitting in front of her grandmother, working on her mathematics.

Two pairs of shoes brought the Dowager Viscountess away from her musings, and a pair of little hands wrapped themselves around her legs. Looking down, there was little George Bridgerton - Colin and Penelope's youngest child. "Hello, Georgie," she ran her fingers through his brunette locks - he looked so much like Colin did at his age. The only difference? Georgie Bridgerton has yet to speak a single word. "Where is your mama?"

"Hello, Violet," the voice of Penelope Bridgerton causing Violet to look over at her daughter-in-law with a smile - she had always wished for Colin to marry Penelope (when he found out everyone knew of his feelings before he realised them, he nearly demanded to know why nobody ever told him). Penelope leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mother-in-law's cheek. It was well known Penelope had a better relationship with her in-laws than her own family.

Colin looked away from the game of Pall Mall and spotted his wife talking to his mother, who was currently running her fingers through his son's hair. Penelope looked away from Violet and caught the eye of her husband (much like they always had done in every social situation), a large smile blossomed over Penelope's face as well as Colin's.

She looked away from her husband, a subtle pink blush still rose up her cheeks, even after all these years - he could still make her blush. "Thomas!" Penelope exclaimed, hurrying over to her son who had been accidentally toppled over by Edmund. "Are you alright, darling?" Colin had dropped his pall mall stick and hurried over along with his wife.

Colin was followed by Anthony and Kate to deal with the situation between their sons.

Anthony, Kate and Colin made their way back to the Pall Mall game as Penelope took Thomas up to where Violet was sitting with Belinda and Georgie.

"Are you alright, Thomas?" Violet asked, reaching her fingers out to wipe away one of his tears.

Thomas didn't say anything. Only nodded at his grandmother and manoeuvred himself so he was sitting in the chair with Violet.

Colin kept glancing over at his wife and two of their children. He couldn't imagine just how close he got to losing Penelope to Lord Debling (who went on to marry Cressida Cowper, however, part way into his travels to the North, he and the entire crew perished). If he hadn't admitted his feelings in the carriage, he would have lost her - they wouldn't have their four darling children. Agatha, Thomas, Jane and George.

One of his mother's ladies' maid brought out another chair for Penelope to sit in as she brought Georgie into her lap. 

Daphne looked over at her husband, Simon, with a smile then glanced over at Belinda (who was being supervised by her grandmother with her mathematics). "I believe she may ask for advanced mathematics soon," she tells him.

Simon also looked over at their daughter, a smile growing on his face. "I believe so, she is more Bridgerton than she is Basset," Daphne laughed at his words and stepped up to take her turn.

Simon watched his wife, as she swung her red ball through the third wicket. He was extremely grateful to have been able to marry Daphne, rather than any other debutante that year.

Both Gregory and Benedict were worrying over their wives (Lucy and Sophie, respectively) as they were both nearing their suspected due dates. Eloise kept looking down to the other end of the garden, where her husband Phillip Crane (the former husband to the first Lady Crane - Marina) was planting some new flowers for Violet with his daughters Amanda and Georgiana.

Penelope had been talking to Violet, staring out at the garden (making sure her children were alright) when the gentle "mama," made her stop talking. She knew three of her children's voices. The only one she didn't know was...

She looked over at Violet, to make sure she did hear what she thought she heard. Violet also had a look of surprise.

It was Georgie. Her littlest baby finally said his first words.

"Georgie? Was that you?" She asked gently, looking down at him.

Georgie tipped his head, so he was completely resting against Penelope. "Mama," he says again.

Penelope let out a stuttered gasp, then a loud shriek escaped her. Which caught the attention of Colin and Eloise (the former who dropped his pall mall stick and ran over to his wife as quickly as his legs could take him). "Pen!" He called, which prompted Eloise to run over. "What is it? What happened?"

"Georgie spoke," she cried, holding their son to her.

Colin looked from his wife to his mother (who nodded, with tears in her eyes). Belinda pulled at his sleeve from where he was kneeling in front of his wife. "He spoke, Uncle Colin."

Colin let out a stuttered laugh, reaching over to rest his hand on the side of Georgie's head. "Of course he did, my clever boy!" Georgie smiled at his father. "What did he say?"

"Georgie," Violet said, capturing the little boy's attention. "Who has you? Who is this?" She pointed to Penelope.

Tilting his head back up, his face shone with the amount of love he holds for Penelope, even before he spoke, it was well known that Georgie was Mama's boy (as Agatha was Papa's girl). "Mama."

Colin rested his head on Penelope's knee for all of one second. "You clever, clever boy! Yes, mama has you!" Colin pressed a kiss to the top of Georgie's head.

"P-P-" Georgie started, making Colin look down at his son, with wide tearfilled eyes. However, before Georgie was distracted by a passing butterfly.

Penelope giggled and rested her cheek on top of Georgie's. "Give him time, he will say Papa soon."

Georgie looked away from where the butterfly had flown and then looked up at Colin. "P-papa," of course Georgie had to speak and call for both of his parents within the space of five minutes.

Colin exclaimed with joy, pulling Georgie from Penelope's lap and throwing him up into the air (which was followed by Penelope asking him to please be careful with Georgie), and pressed multiple kisses to his son's face. "You clever boy!"

[eddie-rifff]

i feel like the people geeking out over the grandpas on instagram with weak singing voices doing lana del rey covers just don’t know that there are old people out there that age that actually sound really good and that earle from minnesota really is not doing anything special and in fact kind of sucks

[sbagliatos]

closed starter for @phillipxasleep ! where: jardim dos arrependimentos, baile de máscaras. prompt: you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner.

❝ Eu te devo a minha vida, cara! ❞ sabia que ele provavelmente estava brincando sobre o jantar num tom leve para acalmá-la, mas ela não estava brincando nem um pouco. Tinha achado extremamente bizarro que a magia daquele lugar conhecesse a sua história de verdade, em Florença, e uma brincadeira de gigantesco mau gosto lhe mostrar o que a sua vida "poderia ter sido" se tivesse tido um pouco a mais de coragem. Era ofensivo, até. Se aquele rapaz não tivesse sido tão prestativo ao lhe puxar para longe da fonte quando a viu se debulhando em lágrimas, ela não sabia quanto tempo teria ficado ali nem como responderia pelas suas ações. Deu uma fungada devido ao choro remanescente, tentando voltar a falar para esquecer a cena que ainda permanecia nítida em sua mente. ❝ Sei lá, depois disso aí eu tô disposta a fazer todos os seus jantares pelo resto da vida. Não desse jeito! ❞ ergueu as palmas das mãos na direção dele, ❝ Você provavelmente é casado e eu nem gosto de homem. Quer dizer... mesmo com essa roupa aí meio trilha, você tem um ar meio... nobre, sabe? ❞ queria bater a própria cabeça numa parede para parar de falar. Agora, o desastre já tinha sido feito, e ela só tinha a torcer para quem quer que estivesse por trás daquela máscara fosse alguém bem humorado e de preferência que não fosse homofóbico. Ainda não tinha entendido muito bem se sequer existia homofobia ali, mas quem sabe?

[torchwood-99]

Ten seconds looking on twitter is enough to blow my mind. Philoise fans really are something else, one of their main arguments for their ship is that Eloise sucks so much that she will never amount to being anything other than a privileged housewife. And these are supposedly her fans.

El, El, I’m so sorry. I want to rescue you from your time period and this bloody fandom. 

[theroyalspamspace]

1973 | Princess Anne and Captain Mark Philips during the time of their engagement.

by Norman Parkinson

[peachesofteal]

Simple Math / Part 8

Simple Math masterlist

Ghost/Soap/female reader 4.2k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ MDNI. No smut. Graphic domestic violence, physical abuse, choking. Non consensual kissing. Hospital setting, nurse!reader, medical inaccuracies. Drowning metaphors. Strong feelings of self loathing, despair, fear, anxiety. Suicidal ideation. Crying. Panic attacks. Bun is unraveling. Comfort. Protective Simon and Johnny. Things are happening.

The girl in the mirror hates you.

It’s easy to tell, by the way she stares, how her eyes glow in the yellow fluorescents of the staff bathroom.

You make her sick.

Your weakness, your stupidity, has cost her, again. As if it hasn’t cost her enough at this point, as if it hasn’t drained her dry over and over until she thought she would die.

Until she thought she wanted to die. 

Someone knocks on the bathroom door.

“Occupied.” You snap, and they huff, turning away to go who knows where.

You peek back over to the girl in the mirror. She still stares at you in disdain, but now it’s more expectant, more… intrigued, like she’s asking, well… what are you going to do?

“What are you going to do, sugar?” Phillip’s hands tighten around your neck, white teeth gleaming in the afternoon sun of your apartment. The sound of your windpipe being crushed echoes inside your eardrums, and you flail uselessly, struggling, kicking and hissing and crying to no avail. “Where are you going to run next?” Black spiderweb strings along the outside of your vision, and your palm slaps against his forearm, a pathetic endeavor, as always.

He’s too strong. Too determined. 

You’re an ant. He’s a shoe. 

You’re an early high school grad, on an academic scholarship at school your mom couldn’t afford, and he’s the charismatic grandson of a Texan oil tycoon, the son of a judge, living in a fancy house without roommates in the city.

You want to be a doctor. He wants a housewife. 

You want to be a mother; he promises to beat them out of you. 

You want a life in the sun. He wants to become a shadow himself. 

“Phillip.” You wheeze, air snaking through your teeth. He lowers his ear, like he can’t hear you, a mocking bow that you know he relishes. 

“What’s that?” 

“Can’t- breathe-“ The sigh that answers you is what you imagine a disappointed father sounds like, followed by a tsk, an over developed dramatic show that you’ve come to know so well, and he throws you to the ground in one motion, shoulder smacking against the hard wood floor. 

There’s a tear of muscle. An immediate soreness. Stars dance in your vision. 

“Gotta hand it to you, princess. You were hard to find this time.” 

You don’t have an answer for the girl in mirror.

Even with the turtleneck and the very good makeup, it’s bad. There is no doubt, someone will notice.

And then there will be questions. Nonstop questions, personal questions, private questions. Questions from your boss and an HR rep behind a closed door somewhere, invasive, mandated reporting, logical questions that you must have answers for.

You chew your lip.

It’s not so obvious, maybe, with the turtleneck. The long sleeve under your scrub top covers the tender flesh on your neck, your shoulder, your forearm. It’s second nature, how easily you hide, how perfectly they tuck away, little stories beaten into your skin for no one else but you to feel.

Except for your orbital and cheek bones. 

These are blatant. The ball cap pulled down over most of your face hid them well enough on your way in but now... inflamed, angry skin swells beneath your eye, and while it looks okay, you guess, when you get close, it’s obvious that something is wrong. The foundation and failed attempt at contour can only do so much.

It’s shocking to realize you’re actually mad at him for it.

For being so impulsive.

So sloppy.

But then again, wasn’t that your fault? 

You’re bold. Bolder than ever before. Closer to the top of your breaking point now, angry and beaten down and dying in the black of a bottomless pit. Unable to escape. Unable to climb out. 

You’ve been falling inside it for years, and it’s all you ever do. 

Fall. 

And you’re so, so tired. All you want, is for it to end. 

“That was sick, even for you, Phillip. What are you, some kind of freak? Jerking off all over your ex girlfriend’s-“ The backhand is swift. It rockets across your face, combination of it’s force and the sting making your head spin, and you stumble. 

When you lurch, he presses close, chest to your side, strong fingers digging into your forearm so tight it hurts. 

“Don’t say that.” His lips drag across your cheek, insult to injury where he struck you. They press together in a kiss, a foul, rancid piece of affection, making your stomach turn.“You know I don’t when you call yourself that. I don’t like when you lie, sweet thing. It’s not very nice.”

“It’s not a lie, you Texarkana hillbilly fuck, it’s the tru-“ You’re up against the wall in a single movement, arm twisted so hard you cry out, and he shoves you into place until he’s got you where he likes, face to face, nose to nose. 

“There’s my spitfire. Knew she was in there somewhere.” The nickname almost makes your retch. It’s a flicker of a memory, of yourself before the grave of your now life, the fateful twist that is Phillip Graves. 

“I hate you.” You spit. His eye twitches, and he looks every bit the insane man you know him to be. 

Because this... this is Phillip having fun. This is Phillip playing with his food. Phillip and his toy. 

This is not Phillip’s crazed rage. This is not suit and tie Phillip, rip your hair out from the roots Phillip, beat you until you’re unrecognizable Phillip. 

This isn’t the Phillip who slaughters innocent people. Who murders entire towns for pleasure. 

For a very short moment, your mind drifts to Simon and Johnny. You wonder what they’re doing right now, if they’ve already had their lunch, if Penny visited today. If maybe she napped with her Da safe and snuggled, sweet and asleep dreaming of sugar plums. You think about the light in Johnny’s eyes from last night, the way he looked at his daughter, and Simon, and even you. You remember the press of Simon’s mask covered lips on your forehead, a sweet, comforting piece of affection that you’ve already locked inside your heart. 

You float there. In those feelings, those memories. 

You wish they were here. You wish they could help you. 

The acknowledgement is terrifying. It happens so fast, hardly a second, but in that time, horror shivers down your spine. 

You’d put them in danger, for yourself. Your selfish, stupid self. 

Phillip’s mouth hovers over yours, and you swallow the gag rising in your throat. 

“I can’t stay.” He whispers, pseudo-gentle kisses adorning your nose, your cheek again. “It’s really rotten luck, honestly, you showing back up here today. I was just saying my see you laters.” You’re not religious, but the thoughts come easily regardless. Oh god, thank god. Thank fucking god. You have a chance.“I know you’ll be here when I get back, won’t you? I’m tired of chasing you around the world, sugar.” He gives you another wet, closed lip kiss, and your jaw trembles. “If you’re not, it’ll be that much worse for ya.”

You can do this.

It’s not anything you haven’t done before.

Deep breath. You can do this. 

Stepping outside the bathroom is like taking your first steps as a child. You’re slow, pushing through the burn in your side, the sore agony in your shoulder, the torn cartilage you’re sure is the cause the of the pain in your shoulder.

You can do this. 

Get it together. Get yourself together. You’re not going far. 

You make it down the hall without running into anyone, and once you reach the on-call room, you’re breathing long sighs of relief, sliding the lock into place after the door shuts behind your back.

Two black duffels sit on the floor, staring at you. Mocking you, just like the girl in the mirror.

What are you going to do? 

The receptionist is calling your name. 

You ignore her, trying to make it to the elevators, almost breaking into a run even though you’re in pain, your face throbbing, neck sore beyond belief. 

“Sorry, can you-“ Intercepted on your path, she gasps. “Oh my god, what happened?” 

“I was mugged.” It’s a point-blank response, even though you sound like a frog or a piece of roadkill, and it brokers no argument. You look at her with the flattest gaze imaginable, dissuading her from saying anything else. 

“I- I’m sorry. We’ve been trying to call you.” The hair on the back of your neck rises.

“For what?” 

“We need your room. There’s been a block reserved, and it includes the floor you're on. I'm... sorry.” You’re not able to contain your shock, mouth dropping open, heart cracking into tiny pieces. 

On top of everything. Now this. 

The receptionist peeks at you nervously, waiting on pins and needles for a response. 

“When?”

“Tomorrow morning, I’m afraid. I’m so sorry. The hotel apologizes, the block is paying for a higher rate and-“ 

“It’s fine, really. I needed to check out anyway.” You know it’s not her fault. Hell, you’d be surprised if it wasn’t the hotel’s fault either. It’s not like Phillip wouldn’t move heaven and earth to force you out of hiding. He's more than capable of finding out where you’re staying. 

She gives you another apologetic look before scurrying away, and the elevator doors finally enclose around you, a tidal wave of despair swelling in your heart, dropping you to your knees with gut wrenching sobs.

You’re crying again. Curled up in the on-call bed, your shoulders shake in hysteria, tears and panic overwhelming everything you have left, swallowing you until you can’t see the surface anymore.

Your throat burns. Breathing is like rubbing sandpaper down the back of your tongue, and you wheeze when you try to take deep breaths, shoulder shrieking in misery every time you shift.

You have to get it together. You have to work in an hour. 

But you can’t. You dig deep and try, desperately working to pull something forward, something sane and controlled, but there’s nothing to be found, only acid in your throat. The hysteria mounts. It catches the wind and flies down the hill, crashing into you over and over until your hands are clenched together so tight, even they hurt.

You fucking idiot. You waited too long. You ran out of time. 

You’re dead. 

“Oh my god.” Nia covers her mouth, eyes wide. You hold up a palm.

“It looks way worse than it actually is.” Another nurse peeks around her shoulder, and gasps.

“What happened to you?”

“I was mugged yesterday, getting off the train.”

“Oh my god!”

“I’m fine. Really.”

“Did you tell the police?”

“Yes, I did.” You assuage them to the best of your ability, reassuring their worry. “I filed a report, and they didn’t get anything important. I’m okay. Really.” And then the kicker: “I would tell you if I wasn’t.” You glance at everyone, four or five now, gathered around, and lay on the final piece of the puzzle. False familiarity and the ever present desire to be relevant. “Wouldn’t I, Nia?” You gesture around to expectant faces as if to say, tell them, and she readily agrees.

“Yeah, she totally would.”

Everyone pretty much leaves you alone after that. Patients need checks, meds, all of the usual stuff. You assure Nia once more in private, promising that you’re okay, and she reluctantly leaves you alone too, once you swear up and down.

The only thing that doesn’t leave you alone, is your cellphone.

>Hey, just wanted to check in, see how your day off was yesterday? 

>Bunny :)

There are a few others, alternating like above, Simon first, then Johnny. Asking if you got some rest, if you’re okay, and then a promise not to push.

You ignore them.

You ignore the feeling in your chest at the sight of their incoming text messages, the proof of their care.

You ignore the way it feels to know they’re only a floor below you.

You ignore the fact that when you got here today, all you wanted to do was run to Johnny’s room and settle in that chair next to his bed, curl up close to them, where there’s love, where there’s warmth. 

You ignore it at all.

Get it together. You have a job to do. 

Simon appears at the pit three hours into your shift. There’s no one around, everyone trying to take breaks, cover breaks, or deal with whatever emergency is happening in the moment, except you.

And when you round the corner and spot him, waiting, it takes your breath away.

Half of your reaction is pure fear. The last thing you want is for him to see you like this. Beaten. Broken. Ugly.  

The other half is… something pure. Something enamored. He came up here, why? Is he worried because you didn’t answer? Do they care? 

Still-

You start to turn on your heel, eyes flipping wide and panic startling your heart. You’re barely a shadow, a clip of a person on the other end of the hall and yet-

“Hey, there you are.”

Fuck. The acid starts to rise all over again. You keep your face tilted down towards the floor.

Maybe you can pretend you don’t hear him. You leap back around the corner, practically running towards the on-call room, where your life sits in two black bags, waiting.

You can’t do this. You can’t face them, let them see. 

Something desperate gnaws in the pit of your soul, a howl that begs you to turn back and let him in, let them both in, tell them everything.

It’s selfish, and cruel.

It’s unfair.

He calls your name. You still don’t answer. Your scrub pants swish together as you jog, trying to get away, but the effort is in vain. He’s too quick, long strides overtaking yours at a brisk walk, and just before you reach the door, he positions his body in front of the handle, an immovable wall.

There’s a long moment of silence. You stare up into his face, wide eyed, horrified.

You know what he’s seeing. A failure. A moron. A mess. 

To his credit, his expression does not change. His brow does not furrow. He only stares at you, frozen, slow thawing fury finally glowing in his eyes after a centuries’ long minute.

He reaches, time standing still, the back of his fingers stroking the lightest touch against your tender cheek, and his voice is almost unrecognizable behind the mask when he snarls,

“Who did this to you?”

The tears come in a flood. You don’t understand why the breakdown comes in this moment, why everything crashes into a million little pieces, until you feel a strong, careful arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a broad, warm chest, face tenderly nestled into a black hoodie. It feels… safe. Like a home you haven’t had in a long, long time. Like something you never thought you’d feel again.

Maybe it’s a moment of weakness. Maybe it’s your downfall, another thing for the girl in the mirror to be angry with you about, you’re not sure. You’re not sure about anything except this feeling, this feeling that lights up your heart in an explosion of fireworks, fear and panic and anxiety soothing into sadness, into a homesick feeling for a love, a life you’ve never had.

Maybe it’s a moment of weakness, when you sob his name, when you go limp against him and he holds you steady, a cheek atop your head, soft words washing over you in a whisper.

Maybe it’s a moment of weakness, but right now, you can’t seem to care.

Johnny is distraught.

Simon brings you into his room, still tucked into his side. He’s careful with you, telegraphing all his movements, letting you know where he’s going, reverence rich in his touch like he’s handling glass.

“What in the-“

“Bun says she was mugged.” Simon tells him, and you miss whatever is happening over your bowed head, hands shaking with nerves all over again. “She assures me she’s not hurt but-“

“I’m fine.” You croak, and Johnny jerks, mouth half open in disbelief. The light is dim, casting short shadow across his face, his sweet eyes drenched in worry, and you stand at the foot of his bed, tears waiting on your waterline. “I’m okay, they didn’t really get anything, and I-“

“Come here.” He cuts you off, raising both arms, extending them as wide as he can manage, scooting his hips to the side. It’s a feat, but he hides the grimace of pain well. When you don't budge, he repeats himself, firmly the second time. “Bunny. Come here.”

The shame burns, entrenched in you so deep, you know you’ll never be able to cut it out, and your tears fall unbidden, encouraged by the hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach, your heart, an ache that you need soothed so desperately.

You’re out of control. You’re losing your grip. 

You had a moment of weakness but this… this is too much. 

“Please, pretty girl.” He whispers, reaching you where no one else can. Speaking to you through the fog of your doubt, your hatred, your fear.

Your hands shake as you reach for his, and when you sit beside him, hip to thigh, he looks at you like he’s staring at someone other than the person who used to be his nurse. He’s looking at you the way you catch him looking at Simon sometimes. Bright gaze full of love. Of worry.

“I’m okay.”

“No, ye’re not.” He shakes his head. “Ye’re not. This is not okay.” The way he says it feels like he knows, like he understands, and you swallow dry, breathing ragged and shallow. It turns frantic, and he squeezes your knee gently, redirecting your attention. “Hey, shhh. It’s okay. Ye’re safe with us.” Simon sits on the arm of the chair, directly next to the bed.

“Do you need to count your breaths?” He cuts directly to the quick. Will this provide you relief? Will this stop the pain? The agony? 

No. 

“N-no.” You gasp.

“Okay. Just try to breathe, everything’s alright."

I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just this- this happened and then I found out I had to find a new place to stay, and I st-still haven’t, so I have to sleep in the on call room, and I don’t-“

“Whoa, okay. Slow down.” Simon soothes, hand slowly sliding up and down your spine. You relax into it, marginally, clocking the subtle upward tick of Johnny’s lips, firm line shifting into a small smile, and then turning cross. 

“What do ye mean, ye dinnae have a place to stay?”

“My apartment-“ is trashed. Is a scene of a crime. Is a hollow rib cage housing a dead heart. “is being renovated so I’ve been living in a hotel,” Johnny nods, like he knows. Of course he does. What secrets do they have between? Probably none. “But someone reserved a whole block and there’s no vacancies, so I had to check out this morning.” It’s pathetic, the way you’re crying over this, the way you feel, but it’s all so forlorn in this moment, and you can't stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper into a well of despair, hopelessness dragging you to the bottom, trying to drown you. “It’s not a big deal but-“

“It is a big deal.” Johnny declares. “Ye had somethin’ horrible happen to ye, and now this on top of it?” Simon shifts, flat palm and fingers pushing down through the air, and you barely catch it from the corner of the eye. It’s the same kind of sign you give someone when you want them to slow down, and you blink.

What’re you doing?  

“I… I’m fine.” You wince at the croak in your voice, last menthol infused cough drop wearing off, bringing back the raw pain in your windpipe, the gravel grit of bruising in your voice.

“It’s okay to be upset, bun. Anyone would be.” You wipe your face, chasing away the tracks of tears and trying not to wince when you straighten your back.

“I know, but I’m okay. Really.”

“Ye cannae stay in an on-call room.” What?

“Oh… it’s fine. It,” wouldn’t be the first time. “It’s not a big deal.” Simon is watching you, focused with that same blazing intensity that feels like he’s digging around inside your skull. 

“Why don’t you stay with us?”

“What?” You blurt. “No. No, I… I couldn’t. It’s not-“

“Appropriate?” Simon finishes, head cocked. “Johnny isn’t your patient anymore.”

“And we have plenty o’ room. Penny’s still staying with Price’s a lot, because Simon’s here all the time, so it’d be nice and quiet for ye.” Say no. Tell them no.

“I couldn’t. It’s… you hardly know me. You’d invite me to live in your house?” Incredulously, you stare at them, flicking back and forth between two expectant, understanding faces.

“We know ye. Ye try to hide yerself from us, bun, but… ye cannae. Ye light up every room ye step foot in, and I dinnae think we would have made it through this without ye. Ye’re special to us, even if ye cannae accept it.” He winks. “Yet.”

“We want to help, sweetheart. Let us help you.” You’re between a rock and a hard place. An immovable force, and object. Two wills, locking in around you.

But instead of a cage, it’s warm. It’s gentle. It’s… safe.

“I couldn’t encroach.” You’re on autopilot, mouth making sounds that your heart protests. Simon sighs.

“You’re not encroaching. We’re inviting you.”

You would be putting them in danger. 

“I… I can’t.”

“Why?” Johnny’s still got his hand on yours, and he squeezes, carefully. “Talk to us, bunny.”

“Tell us what’s really going on.” Simon is grave, and for a second, air gets stuck in your lungs, fighting to escape.

You cannot tell them. No matter what. You can’t. The turtleneck is too tight, cotton and polyester scratching at your sore skin, and you shiver.

“There… there’s n-nothing going on. What if the people that mugged me,“ come back to finish the job? Track me down? Words die on your tongue, the lamest attempt to push them back withering away. Simon is having none of it.

“We’re special forces, love. No one is going to get to you while you’re with us." He pauses, trapping you, holding you in stasis, and when he repeats himself, it's a dark vow, a promise. "No one.”

If you do this. You have to tell them.

You can trust them. They’ve proven that so far, haven’t they? 

You hardly know them. 

But isn’t that better? 

“I…” Your hand raises instinctively to your throat, and Johnny’s eyes narrow.

“Bunny.” He leans forward at the waist, slow as to not hurt himself, and you sit, frozen, bug eyed, transfixed on his hand that are stretching towards your turtleneck.

You should stop him. You should tell him to back off. You should do something. 

You can't. You don't. You sit there, waiting for the discovery. Waiting for the shame. 

Once he hooks his pointer finger in the top and tugs, it’s over.

Your heart stops in your chest. Johnny burns, dragon flame and rage, incineration boiling over in his body.

“Bleedin’ christ.” He hisses.

“Fucking hell.” Simon echoes, and you close your eyes. You know the tender skin looks bad. Swollen. Angry.

“Please.” You whisper, lower lip quivering, floodgates trying to burst into pieces. “Please I… I can’t talk about it. I c-can’t, I can’t-“

“Okay, okay. Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now, sweetheart. You’re safe.” You’re crying violently, unable to see, trying to rasp out apologies, and Simon stands, tucking you back into his chest, big hand on the back of your head. Johnny keeps his touch at your back, consistent, reassuring pressure that rubs from the top of your spine down, and he hums delicate, affectionate phrases lilting in heavy Scots’.

The girl in the mirror screams at you inside your head. She calls you a fool. A coward. She tells you the truth, that you’ll only get them hurt, that you know better.

You don’t disagree with a single thing. You know all this to be true.

But for a moment… would it be so bad to indulge? To have one- two good things in your life, even if it’s fleeting. Even if you know how it will end, can you not just have this for yourself, in this suspended moment of time, this chance?

You want it. Them. So desperately, it swells and aches and tugs at you, just as they do.

Time ticks forward, and you do not pull away. You don't try to hide, or evade. You just... exist. Between them. The rock and the hard place. 

“Alright?” Simon murmurs, your tears now stopped, only delicate sniffles sounding from his chest. You nod, shifting backward to take them both in.

“I… if you’ll have me, I’ll… I’ll stay, until I can find a place.” Inky dark shadow flickers across Simon’s face, but sunlight chases it away, happiness crinkling at the corners of his eyes.

“Are ye sure?” Johnny is hopeful, bright, and beautiful, and you tighten your grasp on his hand, holding it like you’ll never let go. You take a deep breath-

You take the plunge.

A moment in the sun. 

“I’m sure.”

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Names with Cute Nicknames

Boys' Edition

Sometimes we just fall in love with a cute nickname for our characters. So here is a list of names that you can name your characters, even though you will only call them by their nickname.

Alexander - Al, Alex, Lex, Lexie, Xander, Xandie, Sasha

Alfred - Al, Alfie, Fred, Freddie, Freddy

Andrew - Andie, Andy, Drew

Antonio - Ant, Anto, Toni, Tony

Aurelia/Aurelius - Auri

Arthur - Art, Artie

Benjamin - Ben, Benny, Benni, Benji, Minnie

Felix - Feli, Lix, Lixie

Ferdinand - Ferdi, Fred, Nando

Florian - Flo, Flori

Frederik/Frederic - Fred, Freddie, Freddy, Rik, Ric, Rick, Ricky

Jamison - Jay, Jamie, James, Jim, Jimmy

Joseph - Josie, Joe

Kilian - Kili, Kil

Luciano/Lucian - Luci, Luce, Cian

Lukas - Luke, Luki

Lysander - Lys, Sander

Matthew - Mat, Matty, Mattie

Matthias - Mat, Matty, Mattie, Thias

Matteo - Mat, Matty, Mattie, Teo

Maximilian - Max, Maxi, Maxim, Millie

Michael - Mick, Mike, Mikey, Micky

Nicholas - Nick, Nicky, Nico

Oliver - Olive, Oli, Olly

Paxton - Pax

Phillip - Phil, Philly, Pip

Salvatore - Sal, Sally, Salva, Tore

Samuel - Sam, Sammy

Santiago - Santi, San, Tiago

Sebastian - Seb, Basti, Bastian

Theodore - Ted, Theo, Teddy

Victor - Vic, Tor, Vicky

Vincent - Vin, Vinnie, Vinny, Vince

Wilhelm - Willie, Willy

More names!

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[echologname]

Throughout OG FOP, we often see Poof be Wanda's little shadow and her carrying him around all the time. I like to headcanon if there was more effort put into world building, the gender roles for fairy parents would be reversed compared to humans (I don't care for how they gave Cosmo and Wanda such gender cliches in general. The "boy one" is dumb and silly and the "girl one" loves chocolate and nagging). Like for humans (and a lot of other Earth mammals), babies cling to their momas because they're used to her heartbeat and her body is designed to produce nutrients to help the baby grow. So, since fairy babies come from their dads, it makes more sense to me that they would develop the maternal super powers human moms do during pregnancy and for the majority of infancy, their babies want nothing else but to be held by their dadas (because of the unbreakable connection they have from sharing a body and having LARGE amounts of oxytocin bonding them).

I would have loved to see Cosmo be more motherly towards Poof but oh well we have these:

Like, it wouldn't have killed the creators to make being a competent father the ONE thing Cosmo's good at but unfortunately we see him not do so well on that either. Like he was MADE to be nurturing! He gets very emotionally attached to anything like Phillip the girl nickel or in "Sleep over and over," he made friends with an ant, bee and cat and gave them all names and wanted to be friends with them forever.

[lands-of-fantasy]

Titular Women in Live-action Superhero Media

Cathy Lee Crosby as Diana Prince / Wonder Woman in Wonder Woman (1975)

Lynda Carter as Diana Prince / Wonder Woman in Wonder Woman (1975-79)

Helen Slater as Kara Zor-El / Linda Lee / Supergirl in Supergirl (1984)

Teri Hatcher as Lois Lane in Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman (1993-97)

Ashley Scott as Helena Kyle / Huntress, Dina Meyer as Barbara Gordon / Oracle, Rachel Skarsten as Dinah Redmond in Birds of Prey (2002-03)

Halle Berry as Patience Phillips / Catwoman in Catwoman (2004)

Jennifer Garner as Elektra Natchios in Elektra (2005)

Melissa Benoist as Kara Zor-El / Kara Danvers / Supergirl in Supergirl (2015-21)

Hayley Atwell as Peggy Carter in Agent Carter (2015-16)

Krysten Ritter as Jessica Jones in Jessica Jones (2015-19)

Gal Gadot as Diana Prince / Wonder Woman in Wonder Woman (2017) and Wonder Woman 1984 (2020)

Olivia Holt as Tandy Bowen in Cloak & Dagger (2018-19)*

Evangeline Lily as Hope van Dyne / The Wasp in Ant-Man and The Wasp (2018) and Ant-Man and The Wasp: Quantumania (2023)

Brie Larson as Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel in Captain Marvel (2019)

Sophie Turner as Jean Grey / Phoenix in X-Men: Dark Phoenix

Ruby Rose as Kate Kane / Batwoman in Batwoman Season 1 (2019-20)

Margot Robbie as Dr. Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn, Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Helena Bertinelli / The Huntress, Jurnee Smollett-Bell as Dinah Lance / Black Canary, Rosie Perez as Renee Montoya, Ella Jay Basco as Cassandra Cain in Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020)

Margot Robbie as Dr. Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn in Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020)

Brec Bassinger as Courtney Whitmore / Stargirl in Stargirl (2020-22)

Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch in WandaVision

Javicia Leslie as Ryan Wilder / Batwoman in Batwoman Season 2–3 (2021-22)

Elizabeth Tulloch as Lois Lane in Superman & Lois (2021-)

Scarlett Johansson Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow in Black Widow (2021)

Hailee Steinfeld as Kate Bishop in Hawkeye (2021-?)**

Kaci Walfall as Naomi McDuffie in Naomi (2022)

Iman Vellani as Kamala Khan / Ms. Marvel in Ms. Marvel (2022-?)

Tatiana Maslany as Jennifer Walters / She-Hulk in She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (2022-?)

Letitia Wright as Shuri /Black Panther in Black Panther: Wakanda Forever

Brie Larson as Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel, Teyonah Parris as Monica Rambeau, Iman Vellani as Kamala Khan / Ms. Marvel in The Marvels (2023)

Alaqua Cox as Maya Lopez in Echo (2024-?)*

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*While not directly reffered as such in their shows, "Dagger" and "Echo" are, respectively, Tandy's and Maya's codenames in the comics.

**This also goes for Kate and the "Hawkeye" codename, but in her case the show implies she will use it in the near future with the blessing of Clint Barton (the original Hawkeye, who also stars in the show).

[batmannotes]

The Epic Saga Concludes with Part Three of the Highly Anticipated Trilogy!

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three   

Based on DC’s iconic comic book limited series ‘Crisis on Infinite Earths’ by Marv Wolfman and George Pérez, join DC Super Heroes from across the multiverse in the action-packed conclusion of the three-part DC animated film Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three. The eagerly awaited film brings to a close the thrilling trilogy that marks the end to the Tomorrowverse story arc.

Produced by Warner Bros. Animation, DC and Warner Bros. Home Entertainment, the all-new, action-packed DC animated film features some of DC’s most famous Super Heroes from multiple universes including Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman, who come together to stop an impending threat of doom and destruction. Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three will be available to purchase exclusively on digital on July 16 and on 4K UHD in limited edition steelbook packaging and Blu-ray on July 23.

Fans of this superhero adventure will also be able to indulge in a range of bonus features including interviews with the filmmakers on how they created a comprehensive universe across seven films.

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part One and Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Two are currently available on Digital, 4K UHD and Blu-ray.

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three features returning popular voice cast members: Jensen Ackles (Supernatural, The Boys, The Winchesters) as Batman/Bruce Wayne, Emmy winner Darren Criss (The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story, Glee) as Superman & Earth-2 Superman, Aldis Hodge (Straight Outta Compton, Black Adam) as Green Lantern/John Stewart, Meg Donnelly (Legion of Super-Heroes, High School Musical: The Musical: The Series,) as Supergirl & Harbinger, and Stana Katic (Castle, Absentia) as Wonder Woman & Superwoman, along with Corey Stoll (Ant-Man, Black Mass) as Lex Luthor.

The star-studded ensemble voice cast also includes Gideon Adlon as Batgirl, Ike Amadi as Martian Manhunter/J’Onn J’Onzz, Geoffrey Arend as Psycho Pirate/Charles Halstead, Troy Baker as The Joker & Spider Guild Lantern, Brian Bloom as Adam Strange & Sidewinder, Matt Bomer as The Flash, Ashly Burch as Nightshade & Queen Mera, Zach Callison as Earth-2 Robin & Robin/Damian Wayne, Kevin Conroy as Earth-12 Batman, Alexandra Daddario as Lois Lane, Brett Dalton as Bat Lash & Captain Atom, John Dimaggio as Lobo, Ato Essandoh as Mr. Terrific, Keith Ferguson as Doctor Fate & Two-Face, Will Friedle as Batman Beyond & Kamandi, Jennifer Hale as Hippolyta & Green Lantern Aya, Mark Hamill as Earth-12 The Joker, Jamie Gray Hyder as Hawkgirl & Young Diana, Erika Ishii as Doctor Light/Dr. Hoshi & Huntress, David Kaye as The Question & Cardonian Lantern, Matt Lanter as Blue Beetle, Liam McIntryre as Aquaman, Cynthia Kaye McWilliams as Dr. Beth Chapel & The Cheetah, Lou Diamond Phillips as The Spectre, Elysia Rotaru as Black Canary & Black Canary II, Matt Ryan as Constantine, Katee Sackhoff as Poison Ivy, Keesha Sharp as Vixen, Jimmi Simpson as Green Arrow, Jason Spisak as Blue Lantern Razer & Hayseed, Armen Taylor as The Flash/Jay Garrick, Gas Soldier & Executioner, and Dean Winters as Captain Storm.

Justice League Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three is produced by Jim Krieg and Kimberly S. Moreau and executive produced by Butch Lukic, Sam Register, and Michael Uslan. The film is directed by Jeff Wamester from a script by Jim Krieg. Casting and voice direction is by Wes Gleason. The film is based on characters from DC and the graphic novel “Crisis on Infinite Earths” by Marv Wolfman and George Pérez

Justice League Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three will be available on July 16 to purchase digitally from Amazon Prime Video, AppleTV, Google Play, Vudu and more. On July 23 the film will be available to purchase on 4K Ultra HD in limited edition steelbook packaging and Blu-ray Discs online and in-store at major retailers. Pre-order your copy now.

Additionally, the Justice League Crisis on Infinite Earths Trilogy will be available on July 16 to purchase digitally from Amazon Prime Video, AppleTV, Google Play, Vudu and more, and features an exclusive special feature - An Epic Challenge: Crisis in Comics and Animation.

SYNOPSIS:

Now fully revealed as the ultimate threat to existence, the ANTI-MONITOR wages an unrelenting attack on the surviving Earths that struggle for survival in a pocket universe. One-by-one, these worlds and all their inhabitants are vaporized! On the planets that remain, even time itself is shattered and heroes from the past join the Justice League and their rag-tag allies against the epitome of evil. But as they make their last stand, will the sacrifice of the superheroes be enough to save us all?​

SPECIAL FEATURES INCLUDE:

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part Three - Physical and Digital

A Multiverse of Inspiration

Jon and John: Stewart and Constantine

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Trilogy (Digital only)

An Epic Challenge: Crisis in Comics and Animation

Running Time: 98:06

Rated PG-13 for some violence and language.

*Digital version not available in Canada

Available exclusively on Digital on July 16

4K UHD in limited edition steelbook packaging and Blu-ray arriving on July 23

Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths Trilogy Also      

Available exclusively on Digital on July 16

Preorder at Amazon.

[eddie-rifff]

"Life is for the strong"

A travelling monk, he told me once

But of the weak, he never spoke

Though their cries beat on his ears

I stood my gun in hand

The swallow flew to meet his love

But as they touched, I shot him down

But now it's me that can't fly

[crevicedwelling]

my mom recently read in a novel that some larger praying mantis species have been known to kill and eat hummingbirds. I know about bird-eating tarantulas, but I was curious if you knew of other insects who prey on birds, mammals, etc.? I know most will scavenge anything, but what abt critters who hunt? the idea of insects who hunt large prey is fascinating to me

large generalist predatory insects like mantises and katydids predominantly eat other insects, but the majority of the vertebrate prey they take is probably frogs and lizards, and typically ones smaller than themselves. hummingbirds might not be too representative of typical vertebrate prey because (I believe I heard a mantis researcher say) their metabolism is so tightly wound that the stress of being caught is enough to kill them, and all the mantis has to do is hang on, which they definitely can do. still, vertebrate predation is pretty impressive for orthopterans and mantodeans, since they’ve got to do it all without venom!

army ants of various types are also famous for their ability to catch vertebrates, but most army ants are actually specialists on other social insects (ants, wasps, termites), and the few generalist predator army ants still predominantly prey on invertebrates (and don’t skeletonize cows and horses like they do in cartoons).

diving beetles will hunt fish and aquatic amphibians—there’s a reason their larvae are called “water tigers!” belostomatid water bugs are probably the most impressive aquatic vertebrate-eaters though, and use powerful venom to subdue surprisingly large fish, tadpoles, and even other vertebrates:

outside of insects, there’s a lot of spiders that can feed on herptiles, either by overpowering them with strength like huntsmen and tarantulas, or by snaring them in webs like widows, the most successful snake eaters:

plus, there’s always the famous Nephila orbweavers whose sturdy webs can catch avian prey, but this is probably a fairly rare occurrence.

going over to centipedes, giant scolopendrids are quite successful predators of vertebrates, with any species large enough likely preying on herptiles, and occasionally on some far larger than they are!

Scolopendra venom is evolved to take down large prey, so it’s no surprise they’re some of the most prolific vertebrate-eaters in the arthropod world. some very large Scolopendra (gigantea, maybe galapagoensis, viridicornis, heros) will hunt bats, sometimes by hanging to catch them in flight. other predation on mammals and birds seems to occur opportunistically, especially where the prey is helpless: S. galapagoensis was recorded feeding on baby rodents in the Galapagos; other island species like Cormocephalus coynei will feed on seabird chicks (enough with the “fluffy” avian favoritism, Nature! ‘pedes gotta eat).

oh, speaking of nestling-devouring, there’s also some freaky observations of slugs munching on soft mushy songbird babies! someone on Twitter had their nest camera record some chicks getting eaten by a large Carabus ground beetle, but I can’t find it again.

but I think the most shocking example of vertebrate predation by an invertebrate is probably Epomis, another ground beetle. as larvae, they feed on frogs far larger than they are by letting themselves get attacked, latching onto the would-be predator, and munching on it until it perishes. adult beetles also prey on amphibians, but just run them down instead of luring prey.

(there’s also video of the adult beetles preying on frogs, but they seem to all be stolen by some weird content scraper YT channels, so I’ll not post them here.)

let me know if I missed any good examples of vertebrate predation by bugs!

[volatilehqs]

Alguém pediu? Não, mas nós resolvemos fazer uma listinha com algumas ideias para personagens, especialmente naqueles grupos que mais estamos precisando. Não leve em consideração o gênero em que foram escritas, qualquer criatura pode ser ocupada por qualquer gênero. Então se você curtir alguma das ideias abaixo o suficiente para querer desenvolvê-la aqui, pode vir.

ANJO COMUM: Moralidade é uma questão interessante de ser trabalhada com anjos, o que me diz de um que seja um tanto quanto rebelde, enxergando o Arcanjo Miguel como o governante errado para fazer a cidade prosperar. Não entende a necessidade da presença de seres como os demônios e vampiros, julgando Miguel como piedoso demais, demonstrando fraqueza. Seu desejo é ver outro Arcanjo no lugar, será que está disposto a se alinhar com demônios por um objetivo em comum?

Sugestões de FC: Callum Turner, Tati Gabrielle, Theo James, Courtney Eaton, Lucien Laviscount.

Bônus: Traga o nosso arcanjo Rafael.

BANSHEE: Uma banshee mais jovem, sem muita experiência, teve as suas primeiras premonições há pouco tempo. Quando previu uma morte, tentou interpretar o que tinha ouvido para que pudesse fazer alguma coisa, mas quando finalmente juntou as peças, já era tarde demais — a pessoa já havia morrido. Desde então, carrega essa culpa, tentando fazer com que as suas próximas premonições possam ajudar os outros, mas obtendo diferentes níveis de sucesso.

Sugestões de FC: Ruby Cruz, Archie Madekwe, Ella Hunt, Evan Mock, Maitreyi Ramakrishnan.

CORTE DA FORTUNA: Uma fae que julga as barganhas feitas com humanos. Eles sempre lhe procuram para conseguir desejos ou mesmo as suas invenções, e essa fae não aparenta ter problema com isso, fazendo um contrato e dizendo o que precisa em troca. Mas depois que o humano concorda, ela começa a lhe explicar porque está negociando errado, não entendendo como os humanos podem ser tão burros. Deixa as pessoas mais confusas do que realmente agradecidas.

Sugestões de FC: Taylor Zakhar Perez, Ella Purnell, Apo Nattawin, Maya Hawke, Drew Starkey.

CORTE DA FORTUNA: A nossa Rainha!! Ou Rei!! Age como se fosse melhor que a Corte dos Gritos porque são tidos como os feéricos do bem, mas a realidade é que as suas maldades são feitas por debaixo dos panos, e até muitos dos seus atos são atribuídos à outra Corte por conta da reputação que criaram. Não tem os interesses da cidade em mente quando age, mas sim os interesses apenas do seu grupo. Se se alinharem com Miguel, bom, se não, paciência.

Sugestões de FC: Laura Harrier, Charles Melton, Sarah Snook, Oscar Isaac, Priscilla Quintana.

CORTE DAS CONCHAS: Que tal uma sereia (ou tritão) que tem uma relação diferente com a água? Sim, não pode sobreviver se ficar muito tempo longe dela, mas teve algum trauma do passado que lhe fez criar medo ou receio de se aventurar em águas mais profundas. Pode ter acontecido algo com a sua família ou consigo mesma, como ter sido capturada para experimentos antes de fugir e ir parar em Arcanum.

Sugestões de FC: Michael Cimino, Maddie Phillips, Jacob Elordi, Jessica Alexander, Derek Luh. 

CORTE DAS CONCHAS: Uma sereia que era herdeira de um reino e sempre viveu com a responsabilidade de se preparar para um dia sentar em seu trono. Mas tinha outros sonhos, outras aspirações, e resolveu ter alguns meses de liberdade antes de se prender ao seu título. O problema é que nesse meio tempo, veio parar em Arcanum, e agora não tem mais como voltar, talvez possa até ter assumido o posto de Rainha aqui?? O que nunca quis pra sua vida.

Sugestões de FC: Simone Ashley, Lewis Tan, Anna Sawai, Adam Dimarco, Ayo Edebiri.

COVEN OF THE LUNAR VEIL: Uma bruxa que não sabia das suas habilidades e nem o que realmente era antes de usar os seus poderes acidentalmente e causar um grande estrago. Poderia ter passado anos na companhia de caçadores por conta de parte da família, uma vez que nunca conheceu o lado da mãe. Depois de usar as suas habilidades, foi caçada pela família até chegar no vilarejo e atravessar o véu. Tem descoberto a sua identidade e se juntou ao Lunar Veil, guardando seu passado como caçadora para poucos.

Sugestões de FC: Alycia Debnam-Carey, Archie Renaux, Jaz Sinclair, Keith Powers, Jessie Mei Li.

COVEN OF THE LUNAR VEIL: Uma bruxa que confiou na pessoa errada e teve o seu coração quebrado. Depois disso, criou o seu próprio negócio, seguindo uma linha diferente daquela mais conhecida de "trago seu amor em três dias", para "amaldiçoo aquele que quebrou o seu coração no mesmo dia". Acabou criando muitos inimigos na cidade por conta disso, mas também ganha bastante porque nunca falta serviço.

OCUPADO

COVEN OF THE WHISPERING WOODS: Um bruxo que foi amaldiçoado. Talvez toda vez que tente usar os seus poderes para curar alguém, acabe piorando a situação. Ou então suas poções sempre têm efeitos colaterais negativos, o que é um problema já que tem uma lojinha aonde vende poções. Também pode ser algo relacionado aos seus feitiços, como eles tirarem uma energia imensa de si ou simplesmente só ter magia durante a lua cheia.

Sugestões de FC: Brandon Perea, Daisy Edgar-Jones, Aaron Moten, Zion Moreno, Kento Yamazaki.

COVEN OF THE WHISPERING WOODS: Uma bruxa que chegou na cidade sem as suas memórias, talvez o encantamento tenha vindo dela mesma para esquecer um trauma ou de outro ser mágico que desejava esconder algum segredo. Teve que reconstruir a sua vida, tentando desvendar ao mesmo tempo os enigmas do seu passado. Talvez tenha até alguém na cidade que saiba o que aconteceu com ela, e é um plot que pode lhe ajudar a desenvolver a sua identidade.

Sugestões de FC: Rebecca Ferguson, Jacob Anderson, Katie McGrath, Robert Pattinson, Lola Tung.

LOBISOMEM DA ALDER PACK: Era de um vilarejo próximo do norte da Alemanha, sua primeira lua cheia foi um desastre e acabou se desprendendo das correntes, atacando humanos antes de chegar em Lichendorf, cruzando o véu para Arcanum. Ainda com sangue humano sujando sua boca, foi contido pela Alder Pack e adotado como parte do grupo. Tem um tanto de medo de perder o controle novamente, e por causa disso, encontra dificuldades para se transformar.

Sugestões de FC: Xolo Maridueña, Hailee Steinfeld, Rudy Pankow. Milly Alcock, Finn Wolfhard.

LOBISOMEM DA EICHEN PACK: Um lobisomem que tem um pouco de ressentimento porque queria ser o alfa, e apesar de não ter planos de fazer um desafio pelo posto, tem um pouco de resistência em relação às regras impostas pela alfa do grupo, causando conflitos ao questionar as suas escolhas pelas costas, mas sempre dando pra trás quando é confrontado diretamente. Daquele tipo mesmo que começa as coisas, mas dá o fora quando vê que vai sobrar pra ele.

OCUPADO

Também temos alguns prompts nessa tag que gostaríamos de ver sendo desenvolvidos na nossa dash, além das conexões requeridas.

[shadowreader23]

Time travel Barnes? Part 8

Bucky was still on duty, thankfully. It meant that there’d be less time spent together for the moment. During ‘clean up’, he’d thought deeply on what Alaric had said, that it was a matter of ‘should’ he change the past, than a matter or ‘would’. He was still stumped, still stuck on what he should do. On one hand, if he changed nothing, he’d be with Steve again, trying to rekindle their friendship after everything that happened. Yes, he’d still be the wanted Winter Soldier, but he’d have his best friend back, a man that loved him like a brother and would help him if he just asked, though he didn’t even need to. The help was just given if he recounted the last few days spent before he was sent back in time. He had a few others too, after that battle. Hawkeye, Ant-Man, Scarlet Witch… Falcon, even if he wouldn’t admit it. He was a jackass, but their interactions were that of two people reluctantly getting along for one man. James didn’t care, he was gaining more friends through this and even if his life at the moment was terrible, it’d only get better from there. He hoped.

And then, on the other hand… he wouldn’t have to go through what HYDRA forced on him. He wouldn’t kill anyone under their order. He wouldn’t be tortured or brainwashed until he was screaming his throat raw from nightmares and just in general. He wouldn’t be in so much pain and he’d be as happy as he was before HYDRA made their appearance. He wouldn’t be the weapon they wanted and wouldn’t have to cry himself to sleep after so many nightmares of memories coming back after the fall in DC. He could be happy and live with himself, as a Howling Commando. He could get himself a beautiful woman and maybe have a child… He could be Bucky again. He wasn’t sure if that meant that this version of himself would disappear, but he’d be happy again. That was all he wanted, above all else. A nice apartment, a smile, friends, Dugan, Monty, Morita, Gabe, Dernier, hell, even Phillips… and Steve. The weak, little, stubborn, scrawny guy from Brooklyn that wouldn’t back down from a fight. And it was supposed to be during this year that he’d be experimented on with the Super-Serum. He remembered it from the files he was given when Captain Rogers was his mission.

He was glad that Bucky was on duty, because he was afraid that spending more time with the man would sway his decision making. Yes, it was him, or used to be, but from his perspective, he was a man of his own and seeing him as such a down to earth, happy, loving and well loved man… he couldn’t bear the thought of letting him go through what HYDRA had forced him through, just to become the Winter Soldier all over again. It was heartbreaking and he could feel the sting of hate returning, making him think that he should stop Bucky from getting on that train. And from getting caught by HYDRA not long from now.

If he was on the metaphorical fence, he’d be leaning more towards saving his younger self… or ‘younger brother’ in this odd case. He was still mildly surprised that the man believed him so easily, about his story and similarity. He didn’t recall being that gullible, or naive. Which set him slightly on guard now that he thought about it. Bucky believed him too easily. He’d never been that trusting or believing. If it were James, his first step would’ve been…

… He would’ve attempted to get close from curiosity and then found out as much as he could.

“... Fuck,” he whispered quietly to himself. That was exactly what Bucky had done. He was smarter than he gave him credit for. How had he let him get that close? Thinking on it, he was sure that Bucky didn’t actually believe him, his story, his lies. He must’ve known that there was something off about him. And throw in that he saw him actually scare a soldier just by holding his wrist and threatening him. All of this would seem too odd and out of place to anyone.

He was being cautious, playing dumb and naive. He was messing with him and making James believe that he believed every damn word he said.

Things were getting serious. He could probably still pretend to seem oblivious of Bucky in that regard, but he’d have to make a move at some point. He’d have to find out what exactly he knew and/or thought of him. Tonight, he had patrol with Dugan. The first quarter of the night was their walk around. So James could easily skulk and separate them so he can get the information. It wouldn’t do to have the two there and he couldn’t round on him while they were in Hannah and Alaric's house. It would be disrespectful and he’d rather not let them watch or listen to them while he questioned Bucky.

James felt a hand pat his shoulder and he whirled around to face the old man, gesturing him back to the house. They were finished with the cadavers, having helped take them away. It wasn’t completely clear, but a little more work and it’d be fine and like it used to be. He’d help with that too. But as of right now, a bath would be nice, or he could wipe himself down with a wet cloth. As long as he got rid of his sweat, he couldn’t have cared less.

They made their way back to the house, James only having sent a friendly nod towards Bucky as they took their leave. It wasn’t long before they were back inside, the windows open to let in air. It was unsurprisingly warm, making everyone heat up too much. Alaric took the bath and James let him without saying a word. He’d stepped into the kitchen, holding a thick cloth under cold water. Hannah had left it there for him and gave him some privacy before he could take his shirt off, mask as well and he wiped his upper body down, sighing calmly as it dampened his warmth and cooled his down. He’d jump in the bath after Alaric, he just needed a way to take away the heat and that was what the cloth was for.

He lifted it above his head and squeezed, feeling the cold water dripping fast and cooling his skull through the thick hair, and then it streamed down his face. The soldier dropped the cloth in the sink and shook his head lightly, reaching for his shirt that he’d left on the table top. It was then that heard the door knock, Hannahs’ footstep striding through the living room until she was at the door, and then there was muffled talking, to which he listened out for. Bucky was at the door, Dugan too by the sounds of the voices. There were more footsteps and she was standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

“Oh my!-” James’ eyes widened and then he realized he hadn’t put the shirt on. He snapped a finger up to his mouth to shush her and then threw on his shirt at the rushing footsteps.

“What? What’s wrong?” Bucky came around the corner right after James put the shirt on and hid his hand behind his back, the metal one. Dugan was right behind him and they stared into the kitchen at him.

“Nothing, I just surprised her. I was out back,” he replied smoothly, messing with the glove he managed to grab. He slipped it on and relaxed. He was sure that they noticed something was off, but he’d acted casual enough that he’d hoped they were second guessing themselves. “Sorry you had to see that,” thankfully, the other two in the room didn’t speak German, otherwise this would’ve been awkward. “What’d you two need?” he casually stepped passed the slightly stunned woman and led the two into the living room, taking them away from the scene.

He crossed his arms and watched them, the two seeming a little disbelieving of what he’d said. They were scrutinizing him for the moment.

“We’ve got orders. We’re moving at dawn,” to the next town, he’d assume. Dugan had been the one to speak and he took a step towards him. “Are you with us? Or against us?” what? James stared at them with a creased brow, glancing between them. He didn’t say a word, trying to pick his words carefully, but Bucky got there first.  

“We asked around, the ones that could speak English told us that a guy with long, dark hair, black clothes, a mask and a silver arm saved them. I don’t know about the silver arm, but you’re the only one that wears a mask with long, dark hair,”

“Bucky,” James snapped his eyes to Dugan, a cold feeling growing in the pit of his stomach as he picked up the picture that the boy made for him. They stared at it, brows furrowing and they glanced up to him, the redhead eyeing his completely covered arm.

Guess they were questioning him right here. There were several interrogations he could think of that would lead to distrust or guarded questions and accusations. This was one. They were trying to find out which side he was on from what the townsfolk told them. And now, they were asking directly.

“Silver arm,” the bigger man turned the picture around slowly, as if to show that they had evidence. James stayed as calm as ever, his heartbeat regular, his breathing never picked up and he didn’t sweat or flinch, his training kicked in automatically. He’d half to lie again, maybe he could add some truths to his words. His actions with the Nazis were a bust, they knew that he’d killed them now and the suspicion was high because of it.

“It’s an advanced prosthesis,” he corrected casually, keeping his arms defensively crossed over his broad, strong chest. The two shared a look for a moment and he just watched as Bucky glanced at him, eyeing him over. He wouldn’t admit that he actually felt a pang of guilt for leading him on and telling him lies only to be stared at with so much distrust. James wouldn’t make the excuse that he’d been protecting him from the truth. He’d been saving his own ass from having to tell them who and what he was. Though, he had technically thought of protecting him by saving him from the train.

“Show us,” Dugan blurted bluntly, his attitude spoilt and demanding. He actually scoffed and shook his head. He wouldn’t show him. Not unless it was by accident, like Alaric and Hannah.

“No,” he replied simply, his posture seeming calm even though his muscles were tensing and clenching under his skin. This was going to go bad. He had the feeling in the back of his mind that this wouldn’t end as well as he’d wanted it to.

“Why not?” Bucky joined in, taking a step closer on the other end of the coffee table. This was the Sergeant coming out in him, a man he remembered somewhere in the back of his mind. He remembered the authority he’d had, the rank, the respect. He remembered having all of that because he was a damn fine soldier. The exact opposite of who he was at the moment. A damn great soldier, but for the bad reasons and he was damaged.

“Because my secrets are my own,” he’d almost bit out, his body tightening further as his brows knitted and dipped down in the centre. He was feeling the taut tension shooting through him and he didn’t like the faint frustration in his tone, the irritation and hate seeping in. He was gradually getting worked up.

“Trust is a big thing between us men here,” which he lacked. He had major trust issues, and he also knew that Dugan hadn’t been lying with that statement. Trust was a majorly huge thing with these soldiers.

“You want to know if I’m on your side, I am, but I’m not telling you anything that has any relation as to how I got this arm or how I could take down a troop of Nazis overnight,” he replied adamantly, his posture becoming tighter and more guarded as they seconds passed. He was getting antsy and too involved in this time, with these men. He needed to get out of there before he really screwed something up.

“Then how can we believe you? Or even trust you?” Bucky asked with some emotion. It wasn’t a flat question like the ones Dugan had been asking, his younger self was actually genuinely putting emotion into his words. He wanted to believe him?

“I don’t care if you believe a word I say or not,” James’ voice softened just a bit, but he still wasn’t calm. He needed to get out of there, needed some time to himself to think and get an idea on what the hell he should do and what he shouldn’t. “I just don’t want to have to tell you everything that physically and mentally scarred me,” he shrugged casually, still trying to calm himself down with them noticing that he was actually flustering on the inside. “I’m on your side, I’ll fight with you, but don’t ask questions about me specifically,” James reached out and carefully plucked the picture from Dugans’ hand, taking a glance at the crayon image before folding it, pocketing it and heading around them towards the door.

“Wait!” he actually reluctantly paused at Bucky’s word, though he didn’t look his way. “Does that mean you’re with us? You’ll come with tomorrow?” he frantically nodded and then headed out the door, closing it behind him and he rushed off, heading straight for the cornfield. Thankfully, there was enough cover there to drop to his knees and take an audible breath, like he hadn’t been breathing since they’d entered the house. He panted roughly, his hand reaching up to cover his mouth to muffle the noise and he dropped his head forward, still panting harshly.

This was too screwed up for him, and it was the Winter Soldier thinking it. It had to be screwed up for him to actually say it.

[gleefullypolin]

Main Casting call discussion

I'm seeing a ton of discussion of who is and isn't on the main casting call list.

There are a ton of things that could be going into that list.

For one there are negotiations. The call out specifically stated this is MAIN cast list. So not side cast, or secondary casting. MAIN cast billing only. The BIG person missing here is Kate and that could be due to negotiations. I know Johnny said he is only doing 2 weeks out of the 8 months of shooting for Season 4. That's not a lot of time for Anthony for Season 4.

But if you read Ben's book, Ant's not in it a lot so that would make sense for him to wait and take a couple years off of Bridgerton and come back for El's season which Ant is in heavily. (And I would MUCH rather see him do El's season than something dumb for Ben's as I'm really looking forward to his parts in El's) Maybe Simone decided to do the same and couldn't match up the 2 weeks or hasn't negotiated her time.

Aside from that, the only other call outs I don't see that I could think could be considered not main casting anymore would be the folling:

Rae (Pen's Lady maid) because her time is no longer needed or reduced.

Cressida (Either she's missing this season and still out in the country, or she's got reduced filming time for S4 and not main cast billing.

Feathington Sisters/inlaws (Could be done for good or just recurring characters)

Phillip (Could be a chance he makes an appearance if they deal with the Marina of it all this season or not)

Other than that, everyone else is pretty accounted for in the list below.

For people throwing a hissy fit about Portia and Varley being on the Main list, I urge you to read Ben's book and read all about the Maid Wars which feature Portia Featherington and most likely will be her plot.

Also I'm really excited about Brimsley having a plot and I'm hoping to get some payout of the Mondrich's and why we focused on them so much in the last season. I'm sure there is a reason why all these folks in the lower class are now suddenly getting their due in Ben's season. Imagine how that works out, when that's the focus. (I mean that is the point right?)

[breithenua]

My advice to all the parents on here that want their kids to learn real history instead of the PragerU-esque bullshit that Trump's administration is going to try to force schools to teach nationally, is to start downloading history videos off Youtube from historians on there that you trust. Do it *before* they start controlling what we can and cannot see on the internet. There are applications that allow you to do so both on mobile and on desktop. education.

I can't think of more than a few programs off the top of my head, but some I do use are:

1. Tubemate (android mobile app, you can't get it on the play store, but you can download it through a mobile browser)

2. Ant Video Downloader (desktop browser add-on)

3. 4k video downloader (desktop application. free tier has limited options and limited number of downloads, but it is an option. Kind of a shitty one though tbh)

4. Any Video Downloader (free tier has limitations on formats and quality, but you can copy and paste multiple links at once to download in a queue)

I don't have a ton of historically-minded youtube channels to suggest but I can suggest a few:

1. The Cynical Historian (generalistic US history)

2. Mr. Beat (see above)

3. Atun-Shei Films (lots of stuff on the Civil War and King Phillip's War)

4. World of Antiquities (ancient history)

5. Brandon F (High concentration on Victorian and earlier warfare)

6. Knowing Better (lots of stuff about social justice movements, history of religious sects, and many other things. Seems to be whatever strikes his fancy at the time. Is also an Iraq veteran, so he talks about veteran's issues as well).

7. Miniminuteman (archaeologist, environmental scientist, mostly known for debunking pseudoarchaeological bullshit on TikTok but has long-form videos on YouTube as well talking about specific subjects. Also, absolutely hysterical)

8. HistoryWithKayleigh (pretty scandinavian lady that really knows what she's talking about in regards to ancient history)

9. LindsayNikole (zoologist that talks about evolution, different periods in the fossil record, etc. I guess that's more a mixture of science and history but fuck it)

10. Kyle Hill (talks about the history of nuclear power in some videos. More of a science based channel overall though)

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11. Caitlyn Doughty (formerly known as Ask A Mortician). She talks a lot about deathcare, death rights, burial practices, and historical events in which people died in gruesome ways or en masse. Not for the faint of heart, but she's really good for demystifying death and for people to get over their fear of death and talking about death.

12. Kaz Rowe - Great LGBTQ+ historian that talks a lot about LGBTQ+ history, victorian history, medieval history and more.

*13. Crash Course - Commenter suggestion from a teacher on my facebook version of this post. I have not watched this channel, but I trust the person that suggested it.*

Please keep in mind that many of my personal suggestions do often talk about subjects that can be quite triggering, but most of them will either be obvious from the video titles, or will have trigger warnings in the beginning of the video or before the parts of the video that might become triggering. As for the suggestions of others, I cannot guarantee anything so be careful.

Any suggestions for other programs or channels to follow are welcome in the comments and reblogs, please add your suggestions below or in your own reblogs.