#bc she and francis also are

[barnbridges]

my wifs is exiting denial, she sent me a tiktok about bottoming and was like "bunny corcoran" which is polically correct of her.

[albaricomics]

Who would've thought

[ccuniculusmolestus]

Richard be like “HENRYS perfect. He’s not a f*g or anything, like francis or whatever. He’s straight as an arrow. He’s so straight because he’s suuuuuper attraxted (I promise I’m not projecting my own lust for this girl on him haha) to the queen in our midst.”

And said queen of lust is always being described as being boyish or masculine or soooo like her twin brother or whatever .

[daincrediblegg]

Do you lie awake at night thinking about how the three lithographs that hang in terror’s ward room are prominently featured in frames where crozier is in them. And are various depictions of women with more mercurial and typically unfeminine traits or are you normal

[astrobei]

mitski looked so good and she sounded so good and i was really brave and only cried a little tiny bit.

[wexhappyxfew]

thinking deeply about vivian ratcliff. grew up in fort collins, colorado with a good family, a good childhood, filled with many homemade dinners and pastries after meals and flowers in pretty, passed-through-generations vases. her family had a big farm that’s been there for hundreds of years through the ratcliff family and she spent many summers riding horses, tending to the cows, chickens, pigs and her ma’s honeybee farm. they make quite the profit. she’s kind and conscientious, aspiring teacher, and a happy-go-lucky, calm-cool-and-collected type of girl. she’s content with where she is in life. and she wants to do things, see new places, read and learn all there is. and then she meets boyfriend-turned-future-husband when her dad needs a handy-man and james pennington shows up. she attends the university of washington and completes a program for teaching but goes into the military after graduation because of an opportunity to shoot and fly - and, with a war on, she could kill two birds with one stone and see the world and do something for it at the same time. with her parents a little less than happy and her boyfriend shipping out to the navy, viv takes this in stride. heading to utah, she gets a gig on a plane as a turret gunner before being accepted into Silver Bullets under captain birdie faulkner, the first female pilot of the war for america. the crew builds up, the friendships form and Silver Bullets is the finest B-17 there is. she writes to james, she keeps up with her family and friends back home, she goes to the flying club, and takes early morning runs around base. she’s content. things are good.

then, captain faulkner is KIA. flying a regular bombing run - freak accident with the shrapnel flying through the air. killing her right in the midst of the sky. viv remembers how numbed and equally freaked out francis was - how’d she manage to land a plane and maintain composure? lieutenant annie bradshaw is the newest replacement and finds herself next as the newest pilot of Silver Bullets. viv thinks things are okay, things are looking up.

then, a letter comes in. james pennington is KIA. her world seems to shatter. everything seems to crack open and equally fall apart. she’s half in a spiral and half trying to keep it together in front of everyone else. no one should see her like this. she hardly wants to see herself like this. annie bradshaw and the rest of the crew seems to pull her through; most surprisingly, so does everett blakely. he was always more in the background, a handshake, a comforting pat on the shoulder, willing to check in and move on his way. an all-around gentleman. then, she starts to notice him. at breakfast, at dinners, before missions, after missions, glances through the interrogation tables, before bed when cigarette butts were stubbed out and last minute conversations were held. everett blakely was always there.

then, the Silver Bullets crew is split across half of europe. and yet again, with 40% of the crew MIA, viv is sent to operations and is suddenly stepping into a world where her hands are filled more with pencils and papers and maps then a gun. yet again - without annie bradshaw and francis montez, who became a pilot for a new B-17 crew with quite an annoying co-pilot, viv feels more alone than ever. until ev blakely is there. always there. again. they grow closer than they ever had - breakfast together, sometimes even lunch and dinner, cigarette breaks, sharing coffee breaks, finding moments to take a glance throughout the operations room. moments viv didn’t think much of. until she was heading out for the night and ev invited her to the flying club for a drink and a dance.

and then the war ended. and everyone went their separate ways. and reality hit. and it hit hard. james pennington’s funeral, the reality that the man she was going to marry is now dead, and her family, torn at the edges, crumbling. she’s hurt, filled with a grief she can’t untangle and is lost between what to do and what else there is left for her. until everett blakely starts writing. and doesn’t stop writing. writing the Silver Bullets girls were on thing, but writing ev blakely was different - in his words, his phrases, what he talked about.

they decide to meet, and everything comes flooding back. like the crash of high waves, just as fast, just as harshly. and she doesn’t feel herself turn away like she would. and suddenly, she doesn’t want him to leave. and for the first time in her life, he doesn’t. he stays.

[barnabos]

There Will Be Poems

Is God watching us out here

In this deep white abyss?

Does He see his children cry,

Grasping the air for Him,

To reach down and end this?

Lo, I know the Lord’s song.

It is loud and sweet,

And His son carries it down

For me to hear as

I lay at Her boot-clad feet.

On Her side, there lay stigmata,

Weeping tears of the C.

She returns to Heaven now, Lord,

Though Her body lays still;

To feed, she says, to feed.

O Lord, I was never worthy,

But She pleads to me

To live and breathe and eat.

To find the promised land,

And lead our people to reap.

Was I meant to live, Lord?

Is this path my destiny?

I would give it all away

To have your son back,

And sleep next to Her divinity.

[ask-the-hws-immigrants]

To Lovino and Tolys:

Any Saints you guys have a particular devotion to?

Tolys: I'm not terribly religious, but there is a certain comfort in having someone looking out for you.

**Contextual Note, TW for brief mention of sexual assault and torture:

Just a brief overview of the saints Lovino and Tolys mentioned. St. Agatha of Sicily was a Christian noblewoman who was killed during the Decian persecutions. She made a religious vow of chastity that a Roman prefect attempted to break. As punishment for rejecting him she was imprisoned and forced to "work" in a brothel. When this did not break her, she was tortured, most notably by having her breasts ripped off with hot tongs. This is why she is often depicted in art with tongs or presenting her breasts. A miraculous earthquake prevented her execution and supposedly St. Peter appeared to her and healed her wounds, but she eventually died in prison of unknown causes. Among other things, she is the patron saint of victims of torture, rape victims, breast cancer patients, fires, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions (particularly from Mt. Etna). As Lovino mentioned, she is the patron of Sicily, as well as the Sicilian city of Catania.

St. Christopher was also killed during the Decian persecutions. According to legend, he traveled to find a king who claimed great power, only to find he feared the devil. When he found a marauder who claimed to be the devil, he found that this criminal feared Christ. Learning this, he chose to become Christian and serve people by helping them cross a dangerous river. In doing this, he helped a small child across the river who was much heavier than he anticipated, and almost died in the process. After crossing, the child revealed himself to be an apparition of Christ, pleased with his work. Christopher was eventually beheaded after travelling to Lycia to help his fellow Christians. Among other things, he is the patron saint of travelers, transportation, bachelors, athletics, and storms. As Tolys mentioned, he is the patron of Vilnius, Lithuania's capital (Riga as well!)

[hetagrammy]

Back at it with the Regency AU! Here we have Francis' daughters, Genevieve and Michelle. They are the apples of his eye, and he dotes on them incessantly when he's not out at sea.

Genevieve (Monaco) is Francis' elder daughter and his only child with his late wife, Jeanne. She was born in 1801, so she's roughly nine when the story begins. Being without a maternal figure, she tends to emulate Francis, though more reserved than him. She also tries to act more grown up than she is largely because of Francis' military absences.

Michelle (Seychelles) is Francis' younger daughter. He had her out of wedlock with a free Seychellois woman living in France. She was born in 1806, more of an age with Arthur's children. She's very bubbly and sweet, and she hates it when Francis has to leave. She relies heavily on her older sister for guidance and emotional support.

Francis adores them both and when he's not spiting Arthur, much of what he does is to preserve his daughters' status and prospects. Having been through the turmoil of the French Revolution, and been a refugee, he only wants the best for them in everything. If increasing his own status and pushing for France's expansion can do that for them, then by God he will do it.

[britneyshakespeare]

I have got to tell you guys some great news. My ebay offer for a Titian Twist-N-Turn Stacey was accepted

[francy-sketches]

Who IS your favorite character then? 👀

cersei :3

[thegreatyin]

wait wait, caeru's gf was a lethean'd nemesis protag right.

did he meet her victim in the black honey visions

,,,,he. he would've, wouldn't he. my god

[thedeadthree]

MISERY IS A BUTTERFLY — THE MAIN CAST + SIDE CHARACTERS OF TLOU + TLOU H*BO 🌿🍄 (template by @unholymilf | coloring by @notoriousaesthetics | icons)

[breitzbachbea]

Why do I only have like. 6 friends who read my stories. I need to make a poll which bastard south italian they like more. I need to pit two bad bitches against each other. I need to find out TYPES and ALLEGIANCES.

[daincrediblegg]

hi egg!!!! ive seen the tag a couple times now and im just so curious who is lady terror 👀 an oc? a ship personified? can i peer into your mind for a second (the answer here can also be Who's to say or just NO)

YES! Lady Terror (real name: Genevieve Sinclair) is my sortof self-insert (though she’s gained a bit more of a life of her own now) OC for the Terror. She and Francis as the most disenfranchised from british empirical thought and good society are falling horrifically in love with each other over the course of the expedition in spite of their respective past romantic rejections and dejections and it being the literal Worst Time To Do That. And I tag them when I am… reminded (I’m certain some think I do this too often… but it’s my house). I’m painfully (and soul crushingly at times) trying to get the canon novel for them written (though I have an excerpt of the first chapter in my masterlist in my pinned, should that be of interest), which intends to have the most insane gothic jane austen vibes one could hope for, and I have like 20 au’s for them including a particular western au that is gaining increasing real estate in my brain recently. Loads of content in the “egg’s oc’s” tag if you wanna take a peek (I say mostly bc I’m exclusively on mobile atm bc my computer is in the shop and linking over isn’t very easy😭) and I have some mini fics for them in my masterlist as well!

[thcsedorks]

thinkin abt. evelyns dynamics w the other survivors