#beautiful in red [collette]

[outoftheirdifferences]

And speaking of the Spaniel girls...

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So I should preface by saying that yes, I know this is one massive anachronism stew going on here; but honestly it's one big mixed up crossover anyway so I figured to just let the details slide and go with what worked!

As always: Artwork is mine, outside of that I own nothing here. Characters belong to Disney or otherwise to their respective owners; Songs are by Lin-Manuel Miranda and performed by the Ham.ilton cast. I have no association with any of these, this was just made for fun.

[avatar-anna]

would you ever write about harry and y/n finding out that they’re pregnant again with charlie 🥺

yes!

(for context: in a recent oneshot in this universe, it is revealed that harry and reader have a seventh and final child when they're in their thirties)

It would definitely be that cliche of Y/n and Harry going to some red carpet event, and Harry sees Y/n all dressed up and is just like...

"Fuck, Mama, must be the luckiest man in the world."

Y/n blushed and looked down at the gown she and Harry Lambert picked out some time ago. Being a mother of six, she didn't dress up much, but when she did, she tended to go all out. Perhaps part of her wanted to relive all the proms, homecomings, and formals she never got to go to, but she appreciated the art in a beautiful garment too.

The one she wore now fit her like a glove, the lace, almost handkerchief-like bodice draping over her shoulders beautifully, and the rest of the black-as-night velvet hugging her hips perfectly.

Harry was never one to shy away from paying his wife compliments, but each time he did, she felt it right down to her core. Every sweep of his gaze over her body, every earnest word, every searing touch, it all lit her up from the inside out.

This time was no different, so when Harry tried to unzip Y/n from her dress, she didn't notice at first, too caught up in his touch. Once she did, she tried to make lame attempts to ward him off to at least claim that she tried later on.

It was safe to say they were on each other all night. Whenever he could, Harry pulled Y/n away, desperate to get his mouth on her. It was no easy feat with the considerable length of the dress, but he never seemed to care or mind. All night, they whispered back and forth to each other, toying with jacket lapels and bare arms.

"You need me again, Mama?"

"Where's the zipper on this thing?"

"Quickly, while no one's looking."

"Keep your hands away from my tits, H."

"Don't act like you don't love it."

All night they went back and forth. Teasing and giving into each other and sharing stolen kisses when the cameras weren't pointed in their direction—though the next morning they found out they weren't as discreet as they originally thought, with photos of them in the background kissing and Harry's hands all over Y/n cropping up online.

At some point during the night, a friend even asked where Harry and his wife kept disappearing to, another if that was a hickey on his neck, and both of them stumbled through a lie as they blushed furiously.

So it shouldn't have come as a surprise when Y/n's period was late, but it does. She thought she had put her pregnancy days behind her, so she went to the doctor thinking she had some kind of stomach bug, only to find out that she was pregnant. Y/n wasn't upset by the news, just caught off guard, though she couldn't help but daydream about having a little baby in the house again now that her other babies were growing up.

Harry found out on accident. Y/n missed a phone call from the doctor's office, and they called Harry's number, which was also listed in her information. Thinking someone got hurt, Harry picked up in a panic, only to hear, "Hi there, Mr. Styles! We're trying to get a hold of your wife to reschedule her ultrasound. Will the following week work?"

Harry answered in a daze, agreeing to an appointment time and date without really listening. Part of him knew he should be excited, but all he could think about was why Y/n hadn'told him yet.

"Anything you wanna tell me?" he asked later that night. They were both watching TV, a show they'd been watching every night before bed the last few weeks. He'd been itching to get Y/n alone all day so he could finally ask what the phone call, and after picking up and dropping off at friends' houses and volleyball practice and study groups and one big family dinner, now was finally his chance.

Y/n hadn't caught on yet, so she just shrugged. "Collette is convinced she's going to Paris Fashion Week by herself, and I don't have the heart to tell her she's not going without one of us."

This was news to Harry, but he tabled that conversation for later. "I got a call from the OBGYN's office. They asked to reschedule your ultrasound."

Harry could feel Y/n stiffen beneath him as she sighed deeply. Before she could say anything, though, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to," she promised, kissing away the furrow in her husband's brow. "I wanted to tell you and the kids at the same time. And you know how hard it is to wrangle everyone up. Maeve wasn't even at dinner tonight."

"Oh." Harry had spun a number of different answers Y/n might've come up with, but that hadn't been one of them. "Do you...want to keep it?"

Y/n could tell Harry was asking for her sake, not his. He'd been dying for another baby for years, slowly giving up hope every time she turned him down. Now that they faced the prospect of actually having another baby, though, he didn't want her to feel pressured. He never had, but he wanted to make extra sure.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do," Y/n said, resting her and Harry's hands over her belly. "I'm just...kind of shocked."

"Really?" Harry asked. Now that he'd had time to think about it, about which night in question could've been the one, he wasn't that surprised at all.

"Yeah, I—I guess I thought that part of my life was over. But... I'm glad it isn't. I'm excited about this."

"Me too."

Y/n gave him an amused look as if to say, you finally got your wish. But all she said was, "You just like that I get super horny when I'm pregnant."

Harry gasped dramatically, which made Y/n toss her head back and laugh. "That is not even remotely true. Maybe. Sort of. It's perhaps in the top ten things I'm excited for, but not the first."

"You're ridiculous," Y/n said, shaking her head at her husband. "And I love you."

"I love you too." Harry leaned in to kiss Y/n, the feel of his lips on hers more familiar than anything else in the world. He knew every part of her, every inch of her body and soul, and she knew his. It was comforting, it was home.

"Any chance those hormones have kicked in yet?" Harry murmured jokingly as he kissed her neck.

Y/n held her husband by the back of his hair so she could look him in the eye. "Absolutely not. I love you, and I love the twins, but we're not doing that again."

"What? Come on! We're way past that window," Harry reasoned. "And the doctor said it was rare."

"Yeah, so is getting pregnant at my age, but here we are."

"At your age?" Harry asked incredulously, looking down at Y/n through heavy lidded eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were lit as she watched him, the way they always were when they joked around. He was pretty sure no one amused her more than he did, and that was saying something considering the collective craziness their children engaged in regularly. "You're just winding me up, aren't you? You want me to remind you how young and fun we are."

"I don't know if that's—Harry!"

"Shh!" Harry said as a laugh bubbled out of Y/n as he yanked her down until she was lying flat on the bed, her arms pinned high above her. "Do you want them to hear you, Mama?"

That sobered her up a little, her laughter subsiding. Then, she smiled up at him, her hand reaching up to cup Harry's cheek. "We're having a baby."

Harry's grin was immediate, excitement filling his whole body from those four words alone. "We're having a baby."

Young Dad! Harry x Young Mom! Reader Masterlist

[ginger-grimm]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024

Day 16: Fairytale AU

The Original The Outcasts Gang And Their Origins aka Their Parents

Petra Müller - Little Red Riding Hood (Red Riding Hood)

Willa Darling - Wendy Darling (Peter Pan)

Greer Grimm - Gretel Grimm (Hansel & Gretel)

Gunter "Tee" Wiley - Gingerbread Witch (Hansel & Gretel)

Arminta "Minty" Liddell - Alice Liddell (Alice in Wonderland)

Tabitha "Tabby" Andrews - Tiana Rogers & Prince Naveen of Maldonia (Princess and the Frog)

Falk White - Snow White and Prince Florian (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves)

Juniper "June" of Agrabah - Aladdin and Jasmine of Agrabah (Aladdin)

Collette Potts - Mrs. Potts (Beauty and the Beast)

Reese Hood - Robin Hood and Maid Marian (Robin Hood)

Prudence "Prue" Woods - Pinocchio (Pinnochio)

Rosalie Gardener - Rosetta (Tinker Bell)

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[viktuurishipper96]

Scenario two: Oliver sees a Scottish beauty in bed.

When Oliver finished his work for the day and he and toad went home. When they arrived at the mansion at the McIntosh/Collett/Armstrong residences( equivalent to ducks branch line), he sees a note that Douglas wrote and says “meet me in the bedroom my darling , you and I are going to have some fun. See you tonight honey💋”. Oliver blushes and gets a nosebleed, so toad asked him “Um are you alright Mr. Oliver?” Oliver answer to toad “oh yes I’m fine! it’s just Douglas is so beautiful and I can’t take my eyes off of him especially his smile, his beauty, his body and his intelligence” he said dreamily. Afterwards, he took toad to his own bedroom and tucked him in for a good night sleep and closed the door. Soon after, Oliver was following a trail of red rose petals; and when he arrived at their master bed room, he saw the most gorgeous figure while wearing a beautiful blue see through robe as Douglas lies down in his rounded bed with a canopy on top while making a suggestive movement including using his bedroom eyes and bitting his lips. When Douglas crawled up to Oliver, he said “Welcome home, Ollie” he said seductively as he offers a bite of the chocolate covered strawberries and pats the soft satin sheets that awaits for Oliver. Then afterwards, the two kissed and held each other tight for a night of romance. Soon after, the two started to cuddle and Oliver caresses Douglas beautiful hair and said “Douglas, you’re the most beautiful and gorgeous person I’ve met. I’m so happy that we’re soulmates and newly weds.” Then Douglas says “oh Oliver, you’re the most handsome person I’ve met ever since I’ve saved you and toad from scrap. My darling, we are soulmates and newly weds now.” Finally, Douglas and Oliver began to drift off to sleep and he placed his hand onto Oliver’s chest and the two heartbeats beats as one. And so, the two soulmates fell asleep and they will never let go. The end 🖤💚

whew that was a beautiful scenario with Douglas and Oliver with toad mentioned. I promise I’ll finish my fanart of Donald. It’s my attempt to do a Douglas x Oliver fanfic so enjoy. And if you’re wondering, it’s based off of a fanart that I did

[outoftheirdifferences]

Well, so far, so good?

Annette and Collette subtly exchanged glances; but this was already more of a civil conversation than either of them would have expected to be able to have with Si and Am. If they could just keep this up, then... well, it was a promising start. As was often the case, Dani wasn't immediately included in their silent deliberations... but then, her wavelength was never quite the same as theirs to begin with.

As if to prove the point, Danielle gave a most unladylike snort of laughter at Berlioz' uncooperative introduction - something that neither older girl had thought anything of.

"Ha! I like him already," she snickered, not even bothering to conceal her amusement, much to her sisters' discomfort. Blue- and red-wearing girls both made a specific point of not looking at her, trying to make abundantly clear to their new neighbours that they didn't share their sister's feeling.

Fortunately, the topic was quickly shifted by Marie's next words; Collette, in particular, perked up considerably.

"Oh, really? I've heard Darling talking about the Parisian sense of style, and they always sound quite impressive. I'd love to see it for myself, some day."

She gave a dreamy little sigh. It was no great secret that, of the three girls, Collette was the one who most prized appearances and fashions... and while her understanding of human perspectives was somewhat limited, she still picked up things here and there from listening in when Darling had friends around.

That left it up to Annette, who was somewhat less taken with such things, to provide what was part explanation, part response to Marie's following words.

"Darling's one of our humans; her and Jim Dear, and their son Junior." No-one she knew would quite use the term that the humans owned them - really, every dog knew that it was the other way around - but she understood well enough what the cat meant, even so. "They're nice too, though Jim Dear sometimes gets a bit cross with our brother, Scamp.

"Not that Scamp doesn't deserve it," she pointedly clarified a moment later.

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The little white kitten took lead of her brothers to sit at her own respectable distance away, paws tucked neatly to herself and posture held up as straight and proud as she could — Duchess was always teaching them about the importance of first impressions, after all.

"My name's Marie," She introduced with a purr, then giving a glance back to her littermates, "That's my brother Toulouse—"

"Hi!" Toulouse at least made an attempt at looking approachable, though his fur puffed out in every direction in a rather unkempt manner, despite having already been groomed prior to the interaction.

"—And there's our brother Berlioz!" Marie finished, indicating toward their dark-furred scrap of a kitten within the trio.

Berlioz looked away, scrunching his nose stubbornly with derision. Being introduced to a bunch of dogs wasn't on his favored list of things to do today. He'd heard about the things dogs could do and about how they were.

"Say hi, Berlioz!" Marie huffed indignantly, giving her brother a glare.

"Hi, Berlioz." The kit muttered in response.

Marie rolled her eyes, deciding for the moment to ignore the more ill-tempered of their group to continue conversation, "We just came from Paris," She explained. "We belong to Madame Adelaide! She's really nice."

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[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Eighteen (Part 2)

There are no family photos on the walls of this house, which is entirely different to my home. My mother framed everything, because I was the only child, and therefore everything I did and every milestone I achieved was wonderful and amazing. There’s a photo of me, eight and smiling on the day of my first communion that has pride of place on the mantelpiece next to my parents wedding photos, as though my first reception of the body of Christ (a wafer) was as important as their vow to each other. I was cute back then, but it’s easy to track my progression from cute child to awkward teenager by simply following the path of photos on the wall above the television, where I am immortalised forever in my school uniform, picture day after picture day, year after year until they mercifully stopped taking them at the end of primary school and I was free to duck away and hide my braces and acne from any and all cameras.

There are no such records in the Turner house. There are no notches on the door frames that measured the growth of the children, no ancient crayon drawings still stuck to the fridge, or, for the extra special ones, framed on the wall where visitors can see them. There’s no sad, punctured football in the back garden, or Ribena stain on the carpet, and I can’t see what’s inside the cupboard under the stairs, but I guarantee there’s no outsized roller skates or fad toy from Christmas 2002 stuffed in there either. This house is like somebody opened an interior design magazine and bought everything on the page.

Jude climbs on a chair to reach a box, way up high on the very top of a bookcase.  He settles next to me on the sofa and lifts the lid without any of the reverence or intentionality I feel it deserves, and hauls out a handful of photographs. 

“There are before me.” He says, and I don’t care about those ones. His mother is very beautiful, and when she’s young even more so, but Collette Turner is of about as much interest to me as I am to her. When he hands them to me I just leave them on the coffee table and poke my fingers around in the box with him until we find the ones from November 1991. 

“There I am.” He says, and rightly so, there he is. A tiny baby screaming in his mother’s arms as she, looking like a child herself stares bemusedly down at the pink, squirming thing in her arms. “Apparently all I did was make noise.” He says. “Nothing has changed there. I also wasn’t cute.”

“You weren’t.” I agree, but I like the photo anyway. Even in these first minutes of his life there’s something furious and uncompromising about him, all clenched fists and red face. He’s so tiny. My heart swells for him. 

“I did get cute though.” He says, putting another photo into my hands of him at maybe two years old, wearing nothing but a nappy and a pair of cowboy boots. He’s standing on wobbly little legs on some dirt path, while sandstone pillars and jagged rock formations soar up into the sky behind him. It’s the kind of landscape that you only see in cartoons. 

“Did you see the road runner when you were there?” I deadpan. 

He smirks. “That’s Bryce Canyon. My great aunt brought me along on a trip with her kids. I think I was two.” He flips it over to where Sept. ‘93 is scrawled in blue biro. “Almost two. Her kids were in college at that point. I think there’s photos of us all.” He has a quick shuffle through the stack and withdraws several more from Utah, mostly of him being held, or cuddled or kissed on his chubby cheeks by four twenty somethings who look like extras from Seinfeld. Looking at their faces, their patterned jumpers, their floppy haircuts brings back a sense-memory of what it felt like to exist in the nineties. That pervasive smell of cigarettes and the old, brown plastic ashtray on my uncle’s table. The cuffs of light wash jeans and the creases in my cousin’s white sneakers as I tied and untied his shoelaces beneath the kitchen table, and Paul Simon’s Obvious Child, and our old TV that spit out white noise and wobbled until someone banged it with their fist to set it right again. I feel as affectionate towards those snippets of memory as I do about this tiny, cowboy boot wearing Jude, perched high on his cousin’s shoulders.

“Is that your great aunt?” I wonder, pointing to a ruddy cheeked woman in her early forties that crouches down with her arms around him at the base of a sandstone pillar. 

“Yes, Maureen.” he’s mentioned her before in passing. I know that her husband was in the military, and that they lived all over the world for years. When he retired they settled in New Mexico, and she and her family were in the picture a lot when Jude was a child.

“When’s the last time you saw her?” 

“When I was fifteen, but it’s not always easy to find the time anymore. She calls me every Christmas and on my birthday, and sometimes she sends me gifts.” He brushes his thumb thoughtfully over the photo. “You know, I miss her. She was kind of like my other-mother for a while.��

“Maybe you should go and visit again.”

“Yeah, I’d really like to.” He digs through the box and pulls out a more recent one of them both from 2007. They’re standing in her kitchen with their arms around each other, and she’s short and round, and he’s so tall and gangly with a wooden beaded necklace on, and they both have the biggest smiles. “Maybe I’ll go in the autumn.”

“Definitely! I think that’d be amazing.”

“It’s just weird because it’s hard to know where I’m going to be then, you know? Now that I’m graduating from college I’ll have to, like, look for a job.” He says it like it’s a dirty word, and there is the tiniest twinge of anxiety in my belly.

“Something will work out.” I say passively. I’ve tried not to think about what’s going to happen after college, and whether or not he’ll decide to move back to Ireland again once he finishes his final project. We’ve just avoided the conversation, even though sometimes during our long talks we bring us right up to the knife’s edge of it before we stealthily change the subject, but I soon have to acknowledge the elephant in the room, and it’s that we don’t know where he’ll be in six months. We don’t know what things might look like between us, and neither of us knows yet what he wants. 

“Yeah, definitely.” He says hopefully, and I take the photo of him and Maureen so that I can take a closer look. 

“2007.” I murmur. “You were so dreamy. I wish you’d seen what I looked like in 2007, it’d be like a jump scare.”

He chuckles. “No way, Evie.”

“I had cystic acne and braces,” I confess. “I was so ugly.”

“You haven’t even brushed up against ugly in your entire life. And I had braces once too, believe it or not.”

“Oh I’d believe it.” I feast myself on the view of his immaculate teeth. “Did your dad do that?”

“He did, and funny you should mention him, because he’ll probably be home soon. Do you want to endure an awkward, socially inept conversation with him or do you want me to take you home?”

“Oof, tough choice.” 

Jude takes all of the photos from my lap and from the table and taps them gently into formation before stacking them back into the box where they’ll no doubt sit there unbothered for another few months or years, dusty and forgotten atop the bookcase. 

“Let’s get moving.” 

Jude’s car idles outside my apartment for half an hour, because every time I try to get out I look over my shoulder at him and feel compelled to kiss him goodbye, just one more time. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re a great kisser.” I say as his lips slide from my mouth to the curve of my jaw, and his fingers caress the nape of my neck. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Back of my hand.” He murmurs. “Glad you’ve noticed, I’ve actually never kissed a girl before.”

“Oh shut up.” I snicker. 

“You know, if you think I’m good with my mouth you should see what else I can do with it.”

I breathe out a laugh, and my body shivers so intensely from head to toe that I have to twist out of his grip. This is full-on dirty talk. I don’t know how to do that. I should probably give him a slow, seductive smile and say something like “Well why don’t you come upstairs and show me?” But I obviously don’t. I say “Oh.” and then laugh way too loudly which completely dissolves the sexual vibe and he goes from looking flirtatious to amused. “What?”

“I mean, you can come in if you like, I know I owe you one but full disclosure I haven’t shaved in days.”

“Are you trying to lure me in with handjobs and hairy legs?”

“Feeling enticed?”

“You bet.”

I lean back against the passenger door and wrap my arms around myself. “Well, whatever you want to do is fine.”

His expression is funny as he takes me in, my body language, the metre of space I’ve managed to carve between us, and his eyebrow twitches sceptically. “I don’t want things that you don’t. You know that?”

I nod. 

“When you want me to come in, I’ll come in, but you don’t have to do things for me just because you think you owe me.”

“I will want to.” I say. “Just later.”

“Well lucky for you I’m busy the next while. I’m in the last weeks of my thesis and I really need to buckle down, so if we’re fooling around it will probably not do wonders for my concentration.”

I pout. “But I’ll still see you?”

“Of course, I’ll always make time for you.” He pulls me into him by my wrists and kisses me one last time, and I’m starting to  wonder how I’ll ever be expected to kiss another man again when he pulls away from me. “It’s time for you to get out of my car. I’m wasting diesel.” He teasingly shoves me away and I scramble for the handle and scurry out onto dark streets wet with rain as he springs forward to smack my arse.  

“Later, alligator.” He says, and I shut the door behind me with a thunk. 

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[iriysse]

If they had a kid... feat. Maglor & Aredhel - @sorrowslament

NAME: Lómion, child of twilight, Elenyohuine ,starry shadow, / Tinurion Eldaedir

GENDER: Male

GENERAL APPEARANCE: dark curly hair like living shadows, and a voice like music, he possesses a boyish smile and bright grey eyes which gleam like starlight. he wears his family bearing proudly, and is nearly as tall as his uncles, often found looming in observation of others.

PERSONALITY: keen of eye, sharp of thought, he is wise beyond his years and perceptive in ways that make many uncomfortable. he is fond of shadows, but only for the purposes they have in emphasizing light, for he is like a star of Varda, shining brightly amidst them. he is also playful, filled with a sense of humor procured by both his parents, and loves to tease. he is also adventurous and enjoys pushing boundaries in exploration.

SPECIAL TALENTS: he is a true grandson of feanor, and although macalaure is the musical son--and lómion does indeed possess a strong affinity for music, though he prefers to keep it in the family and does not perform--he is a lover of the forge. enchantments are also his affinity, and he uses them in his craft forgeing masterpieces not only of metal but of song and shadow. he is also skilled in osanwe, as is most of his family.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: his mother but only because he's too much like his father and it feels a little unfair to then have him as a favorite. additionally, his mother feeds his desire for adventure.

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: his father. end of sentence. in fact it's bizarrely uncanny how much he takes after his father.

PERSONAL HEADCANON: lómion is the youngest of his brothers, and is result of love instead of duty, meaning that although they all have their fathers love, lómion is the most loyal to him in spite of his actions even when ehtele and elveo disowned macalaure. when the silmarils are at last recovered, he remains at macalaures side along with his mother.

FACECLAIM: Harry Collett

( .....okay Andy, I'm done being a little shit I'll take this seriously now. )

NAME: Morilindion, son of the nightingale, Netyatinwe, adorned with stars / Luithion Gilrin

GENDER: male

GENERAL APPEARANCE: silver gaze, he is willowy and tall, with broad shoulders and a mix of features drawn from both his parents. his voice is soft and bears a comfort to his loved ones. he is fond of deep shades of red and blue, and many ornaments in his very long hair.

PERSONALITY: artistic, creative, and passionate, he is fascinated by nature, often found outdoors where he acquires his inspiration. he is an artist, and as such speaks in ways that often confuses many for his words are a banquet of metaphors and philosophy. but he is also a master of strategy and tactics, well read in many things which he uses in unique ways though he has no love for weaponry and bloodshed. he loves his family greatly and deeply, though he has never loved in a romantic sense. his standards are high given how those in his family have loved, though he imagines if he did love it would be a quiet thing kept between himself and his loved one.

SPECIAL TALENTS: musical talents through which he weaves illusions of beauty to heal the soul. he is empathic, feeling the emotions of others which he wishes to soothe, and refines his melodies to strike upon what is needed. on that note he is also a healer of the body, and does it very well.

WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: both. for different and various reasons. to ask him who his favorite is would be to gut him.

WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: his father, though there is much of his grandfather in him as well as his uncles. his mother is too wild to be compared to, though there is a strain of her in his outdoorsy-ness.

PERSONAL HEADCANON: he is very close to tyelperinquar.

FACECLAIM: Deng Wei

[outoftheirdifferences]

"Shh, Dani. You almost woke him there--"

The words were hissed right in her younger sister's ear; Annette hadn't missed the way that Dad had shifted a little into his pillow, and she was convinced it couldn't be the stealthy padding of her paws that had come close to giving them away. Danielle simply wasn't as careful as she was... at least to Annette's mind, because it was easier to blame the more rowdy girl than it was to admit a mistake of her own.

And Dani's slightly hurt expression rather suggested that she realised that was what was happening, too.

"Girls, come on. We're almost ready."

Before Danielle could voice any retaliation, the oldest of the trio carefully inserted herself between her sisters to defuse the bickering before it started. Keeping her voice low too, she gave a gentle nudge to each of her fellow spaniel mixes. Knowing them as well as she did, she was sure that they were both a moment away from snapping at each other still...

And now just wasn't the time for that. Not if they wanted to surprise Dad with this, rather than waking him up with their arguing.

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Was he truly asleep? His stomach rose and fell in a steady rhythm, and the mutt's eyes remained closed. Even the stealthy pitter patter of little paws didn't rouse a ear flick. Tramp momentarily cracked one eye open ever so slight to asses where they could be before promptly shutting it again.

He snuggled in to his pillow for good measure, huffing a sigh of amusement.

What were his girls up to?

[mlc-raspberry]

FEMALES THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE!!

I know that no one asked but I just wants to share this with ya :D

🗝 ⚉ 🪡 🐈‍⬛

The Little Memaid - Ariel played Halle Bailey

Beauty and the Beast 2017 - Belle played by Emma Watson

Snow White and the Huntsman - Snow White played by Kristen Stewart

Arcane - Caitlyn voiced by Katie Leung

Arcane - Vi voiced by Haillee Steinfeld

Arcane - Mel voiced by Toks Olagundoye

Arcane - Cassandra Kiramman voiced by Abigail Marlowe

Avatar - Neytiri played Zoe Saldana

Avatar - Ronal played by Kate Winslet

Crimson Peak - Lady Lucille Sharpe played by Jessica Chastain

Guardians Of The Galaxy - Gamora played by Zoe Saldana

Mitchells vs. The Machines - Linda Mitchells voiced by Maya Rudolph

Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters 2013 - Gretel played by Gemma Arterton

Turning Red - Ming Lee voiced by Sandra Oh

Sleeping Beauty 1956 - Auror voiced by Mary Costa

The Little Prince - the Mother voiced by Rachel McAdams

Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken - Agatha Gillman voiced by Toni Collette

Treasure Planet 2002 - Captain Amelia voiced by Emma Thompson

Boku no Hero Academia - Momo Yaoyorozu voiced by Marina Inoue (en: Colleen Clinkenbeard)

Lion King - Nala voiced by Moira Kelly

[outoftheirdifferences]

What does your muse's name mean?

Annette:

Popularity: 2525

Origin: French

Meaning: Grace; Favor

Annette is a lovely feminine name for your new baby girl. With French origins, this name means “grace” and “favor,” and was derived from the name Anne. This once wildly popular name has fallen out of fashion a bit, so much so that it has come back around to being a unique and stylish choice for your little trendsetter. Baby can also take pride in sharing the name with acclaimed actress Annette Bening, who you will recognize from films such as American Beauty, The Kids Are Alright, and Captain Marvel.

Collette:

Popularity: 4329

Origin: French

Meaning: people of victory

Collette is a baby girl name of French origin meaning “people of victory”. Walking her way through history, this name actually derives from the 12th-century Greek name Nicholas. Collette is a diminutive of the name Nicolette, which was a diminutive of our previously mentioned Greek ancestor. If you have a Nick in your life you’d love to pay tribute to or simply want to give baby their own victory streak, the name Collette will kick off baby’s life with a bang.

Danielle:

Popularity: 943

Origin: French

Meaning: God is my Judge

Danielle is a feminine name that embodies beauty, intellect, and defiance. A French variation of Daniel, Danielle is born from the Hebrew daniy'el and means "God is my Judge." It's a name that celebrates staying true to oneself, caring only for judgments of a higher power. In the bible, Daniel is famed for his interpretation of dreams and enduring faith. Rescued from a literal lion's den, he is a figure that inspires tenacity and self-belief. Daniella may hold a more delicate intonation, courtesy of the French Daniѐle, but dig deep, and you will find a well of resilience just aching to be tested.

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(So I MOSTLY just meant to do this for the Spaniel girls because I was curious - I like that the names Jim and Darling picked for them all share the same country of origin - but I kinda got carried away xD Results for more of my muses under the cut! ^^)

Connie:

Popularity: 5931

Origin: British

Other Origin(s): Latin

Meaning: Of Constance; Steadfast, reliable

Connie is a gender-neutral name with English and Latin roots. Coming from the Latin name Constantia or Constance, it translates to “steadfast,” or “reliable.” Being a loyal, trustworthy friend is such an important trait to have. With the name Connie, your bundle of joy will always remember to always stay faithful to themselves and the people they love.

(Wow this is... this is so accurate to her. I doubt that's coincidence on the Crewniverse's part!)

Angel:

Popularity: 91

Origin: Greek

Meaning: Messenger; Messenger of God

Angel is a gender-neutral name that is well known in both the US and Spain. From Greek origins, the meaning of the word angel is “messenger,” but in the Bible, the word signifies a more divine meaning, “messenger from God.” Whether you will be guiding baby down a religious path or are simply looking for a heavenly name to bestow upon them, Angel could be the perfect title to uplift and inspire your new addition. The name received a huge boost from Angel, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer spin-off starring David Boreanaz.

Kiera:

Popularity:1964

Origin: Irish

Other Origin(s): Gaelic; Greek

Meaning: Black, dark; Noble

Parents who prefer the darker side of life will love Kiera! Kiera is a girl's name of Irish origin, derived from Ciara, meaning "black" or "dark." It also has Greek origins, meaning "noble," with plenty of variants to make it a globally celebrated title. Kiera differs from the spelling Keira, bringing its own unique flair to an otherwise incredibly trendy name. Baby Kiera will be reminded of their individuality as they bravely pursue their destiny in this world.

Cera:

Popularity: 28751

Origin: French

Other Origin(s): British

Meaning: Cherry

Cera is a feminine name is of English and French origin that means "cherry." In Japan, the cherry is a symbol of good fortune, revival, and new beginnings, all of which baby is sure to bring to life. The name Cera is a variant of the English and French name Cerise which also means "cherry." It is also a popular surname, most known by famous Canadian actor Michael Cera who is renowned for playing whimsical, witty characters. Cera is a beautiful name that can pay homage to how sweet life is with baby in it.

(Let's be real, most of this was probably unintentional for the character: Cera must have been named as such because of being a tri-CERA-tops xD Still interesting to know it does have a meaning of its own too though!)

Lauren:

Popularity: 670

Origin: Latin

Other Origin(s): Roman; Greek; British

Meaning: Laurel plant; Victory

Lauren is a gender-neutral name of Latin origin. A derivative of the French Laurence, both these names can be traced back to the ancient Roman city of Laurentum. This lyrical title stems from the laurel plant, which was a symbol of victory in the sporting events of ancient Greece. To this day, the verdant shrub signifies wisdom, with laureate referring to someone who has made an achievement, such as in the French baccalaureate. With their name rooted in honor, you may see big dreams inspire this little one while they shoot for the moon in their quest for success.

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Beautiful leggy Collette Wolfe in a sexy red dress

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Teresa Giudice and lookalike daughter Gia Giudice attend NYC screening of Mafia Mamma

Teresa Giudice brought her unmistakable style to the red carpet for a screening of Mafia Mamma in New York City on Tuesday.The Real Housewives of New Jersey star, 50, was joined at the event by her lookalike daughter Gia Giudice, 22, her husband Luis Ruelas and their stepson.The mother-daughter duo brought a touch of color to the performance, both wearing eye-catching ensembles for the carpet.Teresa donned a bright pink mini dress that showed off her early summer tan. It featured multiple cutouts on the front, a high neckline, and sleeves.The hem of the dress was cropped at the top of her thighs to show off her toned legs, and the cutouts flashed a glimpse of her chest.

Stunning: Teresa Giudice brought her signature style to the red carpet for a screening of Mafia MammaHer brunette locks were styled straight and draped around her shoulders. For the makeup, she opted for a classic look with dark eye shadow, bold blush and pink glossy lips.The mother of four completed her outfit with a pair of nude heels, silver earrings and her large diamond wedding ring on her left finger.Beside her was her daughter Gia, who mirrored her mother wearing a baby blue pantsuit.Her oversized blazer was left undone as she wore just a white bralette underneath that showed off her tanned skin and toned abs.The rising star paired her ensemble with white shoes tucked under her wide-leg pants.She wore her highlighted brunette tresses in long curls and went simple with her makeup, using blush, mascara and lip gloss.Also attending the event were Teresa's second husband Luis, with whom she tied the knot in 2022, and one of his sons.The two men both dressed more casually, Luis wearing a white Henley shirt under a light blue sports jacket, black jeans and multicolored sneakers.His son opted for a black t-shirt, gray checked suit trousers and black loafers.

Red carpet moment: The beauty donned a bright pink mini dress that showed off her early summer tan

Family time: She was joined at the event by her lookalike daughter Gia Giudice, 22, her husband Luis Ruelas and their stepson

Twins: The 50-year-old and her lookalike daughter brought a touch of color to the carpet

Pop of color: Gia opted for a baby blue pant suit with a white bralette underneath

The star: Movie star Toni Collette joined the mother-daughter duo

Group Photo: TV personality Drita D'Avanzo stopped by for some photos

Ladies: All three ladies smiled for the cameras as they flaunted their sense of styleOn the red carpet, Teresa and Gia stopped to take photos with the film's star, Toni Collette.The Hereditary actress wore a white dress with a thin strap and a fitted waist beneath a sheer long-sleeved layer over it.The sheer part of the dress featured floral embellishments that added texture to the bodice, and the skirt and center of each flower featured silver rhinestones.Her blond locks were slightly curled and fell over her shoulders. She opted for a natural makeup look with blush, pink lips and light eyeshadow.The Knives Out star stood between mother and daughter as they smiled for the cameras.The trio was joined by TV personality Drita D'Avanzo, who wore a black corset top, black skinny jeans and a cream jacket.In December, Teresa spoke up People on how she's making life work with her new blended family after marrying Luis, who already had two sons.They told the publication that Giudice's four daughters and Ruelas' two sons have embraced their new blended family life.

Stylish: Gia's oversized blazer was left undone as she wore just a white bralette underneath that showed off her tanned skin and toned stomach

Coordination: The rising star teamed her ensemble with white shoes tucked under her wide-leg pants

Good hair day: Gia, a senior at Rutgers University, wore her highlighted brunette locks in long curls

Radiant: Gia went easy on her makeup, using blush, mascara and lip gloss

Happy: The rising star posed with her famous mum on the red carpet at the Big Apple event The cookbook author said she and her marketing manager are trying to balance time spent as a family by allowing their children to have lives of their own.“Monday to Thursday we always try to cook home-cooked meals because the kids love it, and then we do our own thing on the weekends. On Sundays, of course, we always do it together as a family.”Giudice is mother to daughters Audriana, 13; Milan, 16; Gabrielle, 18; and Gia, who she shares with ex-husband Joe Giudice.Ruelas, the father of sons Louie Jr., 19, and Nicholas, 21, noted that both his and Teresa's children were keen to bring their families together. "The kids wanted it too," he said.Accordingly The Hollywood ReporterMafia Mamma 'follows a suburban American woman who inherits her grandfather's mafia empire and as the new head of the family business exceeds all expectations, including her own.'The film is scheduled for release on April 14th and was distributed by Bleeker Streetthat for movies like Emma, ​​Mr. Malcolm's List, Wild Mountain Thyme and On Chesil Beach. The film also stars Monica Bellucci alongside Collette and is directed by Catherine Hardwicke, known for her films such as Twilight, Miss Bala and Miss You Schon.

New love: In December, Teresa spoke to People about making life work with her new blended family after marrying Luis

Blended: They told the publication that Giudice's four daughters and Ruelas' two sons have embraced their new blended family life Read the full article

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Totally Spies 2024: Gerlina Charlotte Lewis

Fullname: Gerlina Charlotte Lewis

Aliases/Nicknames: Jeri, Chief, Director Lewis, Sister by her older brother Trent

Age: 35

Dates Of Birth: April 25th, 1989

Gender: Female

Ethnicity: Douglas (Afro-Puerto Rican, British Indo-Guyanese)

Hair Color: Dark Auburn Brown

Eyes Color: Amber Brown

Skin Color: Dark Brown Tan

Religion: Protestant, Christian

Sexuality: Demiromantic Demisexual

Role: Head Chief Of The World Organization Of Human Protection (W.O.O.H.P)

Hobbies: Golfing, Snow Skiing, Surfing on the waves at the beach, Playing cards, and chess, Having an Afternoon tea with Clover, Alexia and Sammie, Doing her paperwork every morning

Family Members: Lawrence Lewis (father), Mrs. Lewis (mother), Trent Lewis (older twin brother), Charles Lewis II (older brother), Jillian Lewis (paternal aunt) Cassandra Lewis (paternal grandmother), unnamed maternal grandparents+ Charles Lewis+ (maternal great grandfather) Collette Lewis+ (maternal great grandmother) Bethany Smith (sister in law), Britney Diana Smith-Lewis (niece)

Friends: Kairi Yue Ewing, Samantha Nyad Simpsons, Alexandria Elisa Casoy, Blaine Hiro Chen, Dean Ace LaBride, David Santiago Rodriguez, Mr. George Pebbleton (Co worker),the other Beverly Hills Unified School District students and staff members

Enemies: Her twin brother, Trent Lewis and the other criminals,

Rivals: Geraldine Husk (arch rival), Candace Margaret Sweet, Amanda Erica Luxembourg, Caitlin Kelly Laurent-Casoy, Isabella Luz Dominique

Love Insterests: Unnamed fiancée

Favorite Movies/TV Shows: Downtown Albany

Favorite Foods: British Cuisine included Fish and Cuisine

Favorite Music Genre: Britpop, Gospels, Indie Pop

My female version of Jerry is a bit different from the original male Jerry. She is the head chief of the W.O.O.H.P, the spies' friend/boss, whenever she needs the spies for a mission during her Save The Day alarm drill after class.

For the design I turned from male to female, Jeri as a beautiful, slim, dark brown tan skinned Douglas woman in her mid 30s' with curly/straight dark auburn brown hair in a medium length bob cut, spot narrow dark brown eyebrows, thick eyelashes, hazel brown eyes, brown heart shaped lips and wearing dark red eyeshadows, a red lipstick on her lips, a light gray shirt with a black blazer with 3/4 sleeves and a collar sliver W enmal pin on the left side of her collar, a knee length black skirt, light gray tight and gray high heels. She also wears a golden necklace with a W charm around her neck, golden hoop earrings and a few golden bracelets.

Jeri and the spies of W.O.O.H.P have been spying on Clover, Alexia and Sammie since the girls were children, she knew right away the girls had everything it needs to be a spy. Although she informed her co worker Mr. George Pebbleton while she worked on her papers and she dislike Mandy and the other mean girls' cruel and poorly behaviors and bullying Sammie all of the time for protecting her and her friends. When she was a spy and became chief of the W.O.O.H.P, she is trained highly in martial arts after her father's retirement and she and Cameron are very intelligent in technology.

She was born in England, her father Lawrence Lewis who was a former head chief as his retirement by taking his place in society, her mother and her brothers, her brother Charles Lewis II married her sister in law and her niece Britney who go to school with her friends as freshman year. She dislike her evil brother is being mean to her. She prefer not to talk about Trent.

I started my remake of Totally Spies and continued next.

Totally Spies c Zodiak Kids & Family Studio

Character designs and art c D.D art

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Jess Watches // Sun 22 Oct // Day 33 Synopses & Favourite Scenes

Call the Midwife (with mum) 6x02 Episode 2

An explosion at the docks badly affects the husband of a new mother, Patsy feels under pressure, and Sister Ursula continues to test the patience of everyone at Nonnatus House.

I knew Patsy was leaving soon but did it have to be so heartbreaking. Phyllis subtley comforting Delia because she knew about them was what broke me the most. To show such kindness when she sees how upset Delia is. Also, I've added multiple gifsets from this ep to my queue but could barely look at them as it's just too sad. When they get to the top of my queue I know it will rip my heart out all over again.

The Power 1x01 A Better Future Is in Your Hands

Across the world teenage girls are experiencing a strange sensation beneath their collarbones, sudden jolts of electricity sparking from their fingertips. This new power is an agent of both liberation and destruction.

Would've started this soonr had I realized the cast included Auli'i Cravalho, Toheeb Jimoh, and Toni Collette. Also surprised there's only 3 edits in the tags. Probably due to lack of promotion which sucks.

Our Flag Means Death 2x06 Calypso's Birthday

While the crew celebrates Calypso's birthday, Blackbeard faces a violent party-crasher seeking revenge.

Me getting war flashbacks due to hearing Edith Piaf multiple times every ad break during the rugby. I think Izzy's beautiful singing has cured me though. Was entirely unprepared.

Gen V 1x02 First Day

The Godolkin University Mental Health Hotline would like to remind students at this difficult time that you are not alone. You might be bulletproof on the outside, but you're not on the inside.

I hate that Marie's being manipulated. But I do love her new wardrobe. Red is definitely her colour. Also, can evil Shelley Conn give me a hug too please?

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“You don’t suppose we’ll get in trouble for this, do you?” ((Pup!Spike @ the spaniel sisters))

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“Hmph. We won’t.”

Collette sniffed slightly. She and Annette stood a little way out from the mess, clearly not involved. The red-collared sister was certainly not going to have this pinned on her; nor on Annette, her closest sister, if she could help it. Even if the two of them weren’t entirely removed from the situation, if they didn’t look at fault, Collette was confident that Jim Dear wouldn’t blame them.

“You two, on the other hand…”

Annette, though quite content to follow her elder sister’s lead and keep her own rear out of trouble, couldn’t help but wince slightly. Danielle, at least, was covered from head to toe in flour - the packet the four of them had managed to knock down from the kitchen table had landed on her and burst, spilling out all its contents - and she doubted that Spike, who had been right behind her, had faired much better.

Annette didn’t necessarily like seeing her younger siblings get into trouble except maybe Scamp, sometimes; but here, it seemed unavoidable.

“Aw, c’mon, what’s the big deal?”

Despite her freshly whitened appearance, Dani seemed by far the least fazed of her sisters; perhaps simply because she didn’t have their aversion to trouble. Giving her coat a shake - which only served to send another cloud of flour into the air - she grinned around at Spike in a manner she clearly intended to be reassuring.

“Humans’re used to a bit of a mess; Scamp’s done WAY worse! No way we’re gonna get told off for a little thing like this!”

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tag dump: 6 / 7 (Terra, the spaniel sisters and Webby’s tags)