#but Archibald won in the end

[laughinglynx]

Tagged by @wanderingnork!

make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone's favourite!

Tagging @rainydaydaydreams, @painterofhorizons, @toffyandsalt, @moth-ra, and @candybarrnerd.

[enidtendo64]

How is Preston in the Diner at the end of falls au

I know you said that you think Pacifica is thinking she can change him. But does he deserved to be changed? The man conditioned Pacifica with a bell which is horrific!

But who knows maybe having his face re-arranged and his wife leaving him changes a man. But I am curious and skeptical about him.

Also I absolutely love your au, so far I’m loving the additions you made to characters and the fun dynamics I’ve seen so far!!!

I never thought of Albert Corduroy before as a character but I find what you did with him interesting!

AND You added additions like Tres and Quattro and Abigale that make me JUST *GESTURES HANDS HAPPILY*

One more thing is McGucket and Tate also going to be in this? And if so, what is their relationships with Pacifica like?

I know some people started making McGucket and Pacifica close because of weridmagedeon and because Pacifica might have inventor genes from Abigale so I’m wondering your thoughts on it

Sorry if this is just a bit much but this quickly gained my attention and became one of my favorite aus

Oh I’m not even gonna try to be mysterious about it, Preston sucks lol. It’s more just, it’s more about Pacifica’s evolving character that she wants to try to help him than him in general. She sees herself cut from the same cloth as him, I mean she’s as Northwest as he is. But with Dipper and Mabel’s help, she was able to grow despite her environment and people around her. She thinks that if she doesn’t at least try to help him, then isn’t she kind of like a hypocrite? Like why is she any different than him?

But really that’s just all part of the entire mock show’s recurring themes of Pacifica being forced into situations and headspaces that kids don’t normally have to deal with (I.e. having to work to pay rent, worrying about job security, being consistently in the face of the concept of death and loss) and her not realizing it’s different for her and her dad. She was just a kid, sure she did make her mistakes, but they also had a heavy hand in why she was who she was. Sure Preston can change, but he has more responsibility and penance bc he’s an adult—he should’ve known better. Oh and also he’s like her dad so she is also clinging to that lol.

Thank you! Honestly this started out as just finding it funny that Paz works at the diner post show, but then I started just using it as a way to use and explore other minor or background characters in the show. I more or less gave myself a rule that I’ll try to have no complete ocs for the living people, and I can make OCs only for the ghosts, just so we can really use everyone! Or at least try to, to an extent lol

YES I had to put Archibald in bc he’s basically one of the catalysts for why Pacifica has such an interesting post series story! Not only is she working at the diner, but apparently Archibald and the rest of the lumberjack spirits around have been protecting her from Bill! Like she really won them over with that party 😭 makes sense tho that the zombies from scaryoke got introduced during a party they love to go crazy

YEAH! I just like using the background or one off characters lol. Quattro and Tracey are interesting cause like their clone brothers straight up died, but what’s the difference between clones vs being your own person? Did the clones have ghosts/sounds that moved on? 🤔 and then Abigale Blackwing was just a fountain of good shit to headcanon. I think her being some ghost supreme is just really cool and also lowkey fits the Northwest brand of being haunted af (like what do you MEAN they have their own graveyard on their property 😭)

So as for McGucket and Tate I had planned something where their (re)introductory episode would be ghosts bothering Pacifica at the diner and saying something crazy’s going in Northwest manor. This leads to Paz and Kevin going to Paz’ old house and Kevin finding out the Pacifica Northwest lore of her growing up in a haunted house, and Pacifica ACTUALLY seeing how haunted it was instead of just getting a chilly feeling all the time. They meet with McGucket and Tate who are the reasons the ghosts are in a tizzy, they’re full ghost harassing! All four team up when an especially malevolent Northwest ancestor starts up some trouble.

Throughout the series I imagine McGucket and Tate and the Northwest manor being recurring appearances, especially regarding either they need something specifically science-y with the ghosts OOOR…when they need to find homeless Tracey and Quattro a home….hello Father McGucket!

In terms of Paz and McGucket and Abigale, I think Pacifica feels a little weird about McGucket since he effectively owns her old home now (she’s better but lbr she’s still petty lol) but I think there’s some mutual respect. McGucket might find some of Abigale’s old schematics maybe? And probably have some great admiration/respect for her with what he sees. Paz might also surprise him by being surprisingly adept at mechanical thinking and actions (as if she’s got…muscle memory? 🤨) but Paz doesn’t think of it since she doesn’t have a huge interest in that stuff. But now you know why she’s so damn good at minigolf (“it’s all geometry, duh.”)

Thank you so much for showing so much interest! I’ve spent an embarrassingly long time thinking of this AU and will probably continue to think more of it so I’m glad there are people who like it!

[fox-guardian]

[ID: A digital drawing of a lineup of four cats. The first cat, Marsha Mallow, is chubby and white with brown paws, brown on the end of her tail and nose, and little brown dot eyebrows, and large copper eyes. She is sitting politely and smiling. The second cat, Alan Turing Mallow, is a slimmer gray polydactyl cat with large yellow eyes. He is sitting with a mischievous smile. The third cat, Big Man Fudgesicle ChocolateGanache Mallow, is a large solid brown cat with a prominent primordial pouch and rolls on his neck. His eyes are drawn as small dots and he is standing with a vacant expression with his tail raised. The last cat, Duke Archibald Squiggles von Mallow, is a smaller white cat colored like Marsha Mallow, but with brown on his ears, a mustache-shaped brown patch on his snout, and his little eyebrows look angry. He is standing with a wide stance and his mouth is open as though meowing loudly, and his tail is raised. All of them have their names written beneath them, and the background is off-white. end ID]

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kitty cats won the poll <3 so here's the mallow family all grown up!!

[ringmaster-pixie]

pixie’s oc sheet! (Ooc post)

(Childhood pixie, spooky pixie, normal pixie)

-Basic Info-

Name: Pixie  ̶M̶o̶r̶l̶e̶y̶

Age: 13 forever :]

Quote: “Hey! Being a kid doesn’t make me unqualified to run a whole circus! I mean, being a god kinda helps.”

Job: PFC’s ringmaster

VC: Spinel (or me)

Theme Song: My ordinary life / fine

Note: Her vision is staticky and glitchy

Species: former human, now a god.

Scent: popcorn and chocolate

-Family-

Mom: Gina Dystru Morley (deceased)

Dad: Archibald “Archie” Morley (deceased)

Little Brother: Joseph “Joey” Morley (deceased)

-Important People-

Childhood BFF: Lola Perrlev (deceased)

Therapist: Dr. T. Christian (deceased)

BFF: Harunii

-Backstory-

From a young age, pixie was always… different. She had a wild imagination, much like any other child, but to her, imagination was reality. She believed this made up world in her head was true, and that she was its god. 

Behavior like this OBVIOUSLY concerned her parents, so they hired a therapist. He prescribed an orange drink of medicine, which would get rid of her hallucinations and daydreams. But she wouldn’t let that happen. 

While Pixie was dealing with being forced to take the medication, her mom was seeing the therapist too… but in a different way. She had already hated the both of them enough, but this had done it. She told her dad, who didn’t know how to react. But her mom knew how. She filed for divorce against him, and won custody over Pixie and her little brother. The one adult pixie trusted, gone. 

Every day, despite the medicine, her visions and beliefs grew stronger. Her mother was enraged. She made sure Pixie would know who to truly believe in as god, one way or another. This wasn’t fair. She wouldn’t drink the medicine, she wouldn’t live without her dad, she wouldn’t believe what she was told, and she wouldn’t do this anymore. She couldn’t. 

In a fit of rage, she smashed the glass medicine jar on her mom’s head, knocking her unconscious. Then she made sure her mom felt the same way she did. Broken. But right as she was done, she was caught red-handed by a little boy in red. There could be no witnesses. Nor traces of her past. And no one could find either body, she made sure of it. 

The therapist was next. She shoved the medicine down his throat by the bottle, around 42 total. By the end, well, to no one’s avail, he didn’t make it. That’s what he got for taking away her dad. 

Her dad. Why didn’t he stay? Why didn’t he try harder? Why was he still haunting pixies memory? And even if he’s done nothing wrong, he deserves to be put out of his misery. 

As she was burying the body in a field behind her school, she jumped at the sound of a dog barking, and a familiar voice telling it off. Her best friend.

She couldn’t. She wouldn’t! She shouldn’t… 

But she had to.

It was done. Her whole life, 6 feet under, and now miles away. After she took care of her friend (The dog lived though, she’s not a monster… okay yes she is but not like that.) she ran and ran and ran further and further and further into the woods, but it wasn’t long before she stumbled upon an abandoned circus, a circus she’d claim as her own.

It was right out of her imagination. It was perfect. It’s almost like her dreams were coming true.

-Ooc note-

Thank you for reading! Her lore will be made into games soon once I get a computer!… and learn how to code. I already have the basic ideas down and I kinda know how to code so it won’t be THAT hard… right? Haha. Ha. Anyways I hope you enjoy!! If you have any questions feel free to ask me and let me know! My main blog is @p1x13p1x13p1x13

fun fact! Most things have double/deeper meanings ;)

DEAD CHARACTERS INFO:

CIRCUS MEMBERS:

[jjscrybaby]

𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑺𝑰𝑿 💿 — 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍

nate archibald x fem!reader | fluff | (insecure!reader, pining!nate, cringe cliches at the end but idc!!!!)

masterlist.

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Nate Archibald likes routine. He likes to know what he’s doing at what time and with whom. He’s also not a fan of change, it stresses him out to no end; which is why every morning he gets a coffee at the same spot. Ever since he was 16 he’s been going to the Brew & Bloom. It was on his way to school, and it’s now on his way to work.

There was never anything special about it, it was just like any other coffee shop that you’d find on the corner of the street, but it was his routine. It was a random Tuesday, he didn’t have to be at work until later on so he decided to stop by at nine o’clock. Nate stepped in, the little bell above the door jingled. He took a seat, shrugging off his jacket.

“What can I get you?” He looked up at the unfamiliar voice, and there you stood. You had on a little black skirt and a tight white shirt with knee-high boots on — his mouth was watering.

“Uh, just a coffee. Black,” he responded, giving you a charming smile.

You didn’t return the smile, just turned around and walked away from him. He watched the way your hips swayed, your co-workers didn’t even spare you a glance as you joined them behind the counter to prepare his coffee.

He hadn’t ever seen you before. He’d remember if he had. You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on, you were also the most interesting. The girls Nate knew always had something to them, Serena with her daddy issues and Blair with her insecurities, but they were easy to read. You were the opposite.

“Coffee. Black.” There was a mocking tone to your voice, he looked up. A smirk played on your lips as you placed the coffee in front of him. “Four dollar thirty.”

“It’s normally three,” he replied, raising a brow at you.

“Well, I’m broke,” you shrugged. He couldn’t help the surprised laugh, were you really admitting to over charging? He pulled out a twenty and passed it over.

“Can’t have that, can we?” He murmured, grinning at you. On any other girl that would work, he’d just paid you sixteen dollars seventy pence extra and he was giving you the smile.

“Charming,” you muttered, pocketing the cash before turning on your heel to leave.

“Wait!” Nate exclaimed. You turned your head to face him, brow raised. “Can I get your number?”

You smiled at him, his heart race picked up, his palms grew sweaty, he thought he’d won. “No.”

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Nate never had trouble picking up girls, he was a heartthrob to most. After breaking up with Blair a few years ago, he’d dated plenty, the ladies liked him and he liked being able to get anyone he wanted. You were different, maybe that was why he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Everyday, he came into the coffee shop, ordered his coffee and asked you for your number. Everyday you said no.

“Just find another woman, Nathaniel. There’s no point in dwelling,” Chuck lectured as the pair of them walked down the snowy streets.

He laughed, shaking his head at his best friend’s attitude. “You don’t understand, you haven’t met her.”

“Of course I have. You think I wouldn’t go and visit the girl that’s got your panties in a twist?” Chuck responded, making Nate look at him in shock. “Relax. I didn’t do anything. I just asked her what she thought of you.”

“Oh my god,” Nate groaned, covering his face with his hands. “We’re not in fifth grade, Chuck.”

“Don’t you want to know what she said?” Chuck asked, a smirk on his face.

A moment of silence went by. “What did she say?”

“That’s what I thought. She’s a hard nut to crack, but in the end I go it out of her. She thinks you’re pretentious and snobby and you’re just trying to ask her out because you want the unattainable,” Chuck stated.

Nate blinked in surprise, he hadn’t been expecting that. “She— but that’s not true!”

“Is it me you should be telling that to?”

It took twenty minutes for Nate to be walking into the Brew and Bloom, eyes landing on you as you wiped down the tables. You were closed, but you hadn’t locked the door yet. “You think I’m asking you out because you’re unattainable?”

“Yes.” You didn’t even flinch, working on cleaning up to get home rather than paying attention to him.

“That’s not true, or fair. You don’t even know me,” Nate argued. He felt genuinely hurt, no one had ever thought of him in such a way and the fact it was you hurt more.

“You don’t know me either,” you pointed out. “Yet you come in here everyday and ask me for my number. After ten minutes with me, you’d be running for the hills.”

“Why don’t you let me decide that?” Nate suggested, leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

“What?” You sighed, finally looking over at him.

“Let me take you out, please. Let me decide if I want to run for the hills,” Nate pleaded, taking a step towards you.

“I don’t have much free time,” you muttered.

“What’re you doing now?” He asked, tilting his head at you.

“I have to go pick my little brother up and then make him dinner, I won’t be free ‘till my mom gets back from work,” you explained, holding your head up high as if to say; ‘judge me, I dare you’.

“C’mon, then,” he beamed, holding his arm out for you.

“What?” You actually laughed, and that just made his smile grow further. He carried on moving towards you, stopping only a few inches away.

“You say ten minutes spending time with you? Why don’t you up the stakes? Let me see your life,” he shrugged, smiling.

You shocked even yourself as you spoke. “Okay.”

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He didn’t run for the hills, not even close. After your first hangout, Nate started following you around like a puppy dog. That wasn’t a shock to him, or Chuck — who had spent the last couple months hearing about you constantly — what was a shock was that you were doing the exact same.

You weren’t as open with it, you didn’t send him good morning and good night texts, you didn’t show up at his work with lunch and you definitely weren’t buying him gifts like he was for you. But you showed fondness in your own way, you let him meet your mom, you let yourself relax around him, you found yourself thinking about him at all times.

“So, got any plans for tomorrow?” If someone had told you a couple months ago you’d be spending Christmas Eve with Nate Archibald, sat drinking hot chocolate by the river freezing your ass off, you would have laughed in their face. But that was exactly what you were doing.

“Never do much at Christmas,” you shrugged, taking a sip from your drink.

“Neither,” he murmured. You looked up at him and a chuckle left his lips. “You’ve got a bit of cream ‘round your lips.”

“Oh, shit,” you grumbled, wiping your top lip with your thumb. “Gone?”

“Not quite,” he smirked. “C’mere.” He licked his thumb and held your face, wiping away the cream and chocolate that had gotten itself around your mouth. You just stared at him, your entire body freezing up. “Got it.”

“Uh, thanks,” you murmured. His hand didn’t move from the side of your face, eyes looking into yours.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered. Your heart beat quickly in your chest, a self deprecating laugh leaving your mouth.

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, looking to the side to avoid the intense eye contact.

“You are,” he argued. “Can I kiss you, please?”

“You want to kiss me?” You asked uncertainly. Deep down you knew he did, why else would he be all over you all the time? But that little voice in your head kept telling you you were wrong, there’s no way that Nate Archibald could like a girl like you.

“More than anythin’,” he whispered. He leant in and his lips brushed yours, a sharp exhale came from you. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

He kissed you like he meant it, you’d never been kissed like that before. Every other kiss, hookup, even boyfriend that you’d had didn’t feel like this. It had always felt fake, forced, but with Nate it wasn’t like that. You melted into his arms and he smiled against your lips, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Believe me?” He asked softly.

“Not sure,” you croaked out, eyes closed.

“That’s okay. You will, I can wait.”

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

de Adder

* * * *

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

June 16, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

JUN 17, 2024

Early in the morning on June 17, 1972, Frank Wills, a 24-year-old security guard at the Watergate Office Building in Washington, D.C., noticed that a door lock had been taped open. He ripped off the tape and closed the door, but when he went on the next round, he found the door taped open again. He called the police, who found five burglars in the Democratic National Committee headquarters located in the building.

And so it began.

The U.S. president, Richard M. Nixon, was obsessed with the idea that opponents were trying to sink his campaign for reelection. The previous year, in June 1971, the New York Times had begun to publish what became known as the Pentagon Papers, a secret government study that detailed U.S. involvement in Vietnam from presidents Harry Truman to Lyndon Johnson. While the study ended before the Nixon administration, it showed that presidents had lied to the American people, and Nixon worried that the story would hurt his administration by souring the public on his approach to the Vietnam War. Worse, if anyone leaked similar information about his own administration—and there was plenty to leak—it would destroy his reelection campaign.  

To stop his enemies, Nixon put together in the White House a special investigations unit to stop leaks. And who stops leaks? Plumbers. 

These operatives burglarized the office of the psychiatrist who worked with the man who had leaked the Pentagon Papers, Daniel Ellsberg, to find damaging information about him. They sabotaged opponents by “ratf*cking” them, as they called it, planting fake letters in newspapers, hiring vendors for Democratic rallies and then running out on the unpaid bills, planting spies in Democrats’ campaigns and, finally, wiretapping. 

On June 17, 1972, they tried to tap the headquarters of the Democratic National Committee in Washington’s fashionable Watergate complex.

The White House denied all knowledge of what it called a “third-rate burglary attempt,” and most of the press took the denial at face value. But two young reporters for the Washington Post, Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, followed the sloppy money trail behind the burglars directly to the White House.

The fallout from the burglary gained no traction before the election, which Nixon and Vice President Spiro Agnew won with an astonishing 60.7 percent of the vote. They took 520 electoral votes—49 states—while the Democratic nominees, South Dakota senator George McGovern and former Peace Corps director Sargent Shriver, won only 37.5% of the popular vote and the electoral votes of only Massachusetts and Washington, D.C. 

But in March 1973, one of the burglars, James W. McCord Jr., wrote a letter to Judge John Sirica before his sentencing, saying that he had lied at his trial, under pressure to protect government officials. McCord had been the head of security for the Committee for the Re-Election of the President, known as CREEP. Sirica was known for his stiff sentences—reporters called him “Maximum John”—and later said, “I had no intention of sitting on the bench like a nincompoop and watching the parade go by.” Sirica made the letter public, and White House counsel John Dean promptly began cooperating with prosecutors. In April, three of Nixon’s top advisors resigned, and in May the president was forced to appoint Archibald Cox as a special prosecutor to investigate the affair.

In May the Select Committee on Presidential Campaign Activities, informally known as the Senate Watergate Committee, began nationally televised hearings. The committee’s chair was Sam Ervin (D-NC), a conservative Democrat who would not run for reelection in 1974 and thus was expected to be able to do the job without political grandstanding.

The hearings turned up the explosive testimony of John Dean, who said he had talked to Nixon about covering up the burglary more than 30 times, but there the investigation sat during the hot summer of 1973 as the committee churned through witnesses. And then, on July 13, 1973, deputy assistant to the president Alexander Butterfield revealed that conversations and phone calls in the Oval Office had been taped since 1971.

Nixon refused to provide copies of the tapes either to Cox or to the Senate committee. When Cox subpoenaed a number of the tapes, Nixon ordered Attorney General Elliot Richardson to fire him. In the October 20, 1973, “Saturday Night Massacre,” Richardson and his deputy, William Ruckleshaus, refused to execute Nixon’s order and resigned in protest; it was only the third man at the Justice Department—Solicitor General Robert Bork—who was willing to carry out the order firing Cox. 

Popular outrage at the resignations and firing forced Nixon to ask Bork—now acting attorney general—to appoint a new special prosecutor, Leon Jaworski, a Democrat who had voted for Nixon, on November 1. On November 17, Nixon assured the American people that “I am not a crook.” 

Like Cox before him, Jaworski was determined to hear the Oval Office tapes. He subpoenaed a number of them, and Nixon fought the subpoenas on the grounds of executive privilege. On July 24, 1974, in U.S. v. Nixon, the Supreme Court sided unanimously with the prosecutor, saying that executive privilege “must be considered in light of our historic commitment to the rule of law. This is nowhere more profoundly manifest than in our view that 'the twofold aim (of criminal justice) is that guilt shall not escape or innocence suffer.'... The very integrity of the judicial system and public confidence in the system depend on full disclosure of all the facts….” 

Their hand forced, Nixon’s people released transcripts of the tapes. They were damning, not just in content but also in style. Nixon had cultivated an image of himself as a clean family man, and the tapes revealed a mean-spirited, foul-mouthed bully. Aware that the tapes would damage his image, Nixon had his swearing redacted. “[Expletive deleted]” trended.

In late July 1974 the House Committee on the Judiciary passed articles of impeachment, charging the president with obstruction of justice, abuse of power, and contempt of Congress. Each article ended with the same statement: “In all of this, Richard M. Nixon has acted in a manner contrary to his trust as President and subversive of constitutional government, to the great prejudice of the cause of law and justice and to the manifest injury of the people of the United States. Wherefore Richard M. Nixon, by such conduct, warrants impeachment and trial, and removal from office.”

Still, Nixon insisted he was not guilty, saying he did not know his people were committing crimes on his watch. Then in early August a new tape, recorded days after the Watergate break-in, revealed Nixon and an aide plotting to invoke national security to protect the president. Even Republican senators, who had not wanted to convict their president, knew the game was over. A delegation went to the White House to deliver the news.

On August 9, 1974, Nixon became the first president in American history to resign.

Rather than admit guilt, though, he told the American people he had to step down because he no longer had the support he needed in Congress to advance the national interest. He blamed the press, whose “leaks and accusations and innuendo” had been designed to destroy him. His disappointed supporters embraced the idea that there was a “liberal” conspiracy, spearheaded by the press, to bring down any Republican president. 

When his replacement, Gerald Ford, issued a preemptive blanket pardon for any crimes the former president might have committed against the United States, he guaranteed that Nixon would never have to account for his illegal attempt to undermine his Democratic opponent, and that those who thought like Nixon could come to think they were above the law. 

On May 30, 2024, when a jury of twelve ordinary Americans found a former president guilty on 34 criminal counts, it reasserted the principle that no one is above the law. 

—

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

[syntia13treeman]

Case files 10.02

what I think happened in:

Case 10.02, the case of "The Trapdoor Opens" or "Releasing ancient evil – a guide."

One might say it's cheating, making a file for an event that technically isn't a case yet, in that it hasn't been noticed and recorded by OIAR. (Yet). Buuuuuuut… I don't care. :)

So. What we know: Nearly 25 years ago, in December 1999, a paranormal research facility in Manchester, Magnus Institute, burned to the ground. Reportedly, there were no survivors.

However, this might not have been true. Let's put a pin in it for the moment.

On a dark and rainy night on 09th of March 2024, two OIAR employees (on their own time) entered the ruins and conducted a very soggy and inefficient search.

The instigator of the expedition, Samama Khalid, as a child was part of some (rather shady) program for gifted children conducted here. His hazy-yet-unsettling memories of the place had resurfaced recently, and he was determined to find some answers. The resident voice of reason, Alice Dyer, assisted him by way of holding the umbrella and trying to talk him out of the whole thing.

Before she succeeded, the following things happened:

Sam found a mystery key among the debris.

Sam successfully (eventually) broke through the door to an old office (probably owned by someone named Archibald. Ha ha.)

Sam was not careful enough walking around the rotten floor, and part of it collapsed under him.

Sam did not fall into the hole, thanks to quick reflexes of Alice, who pulled him back.

Sam did, however, drop the hard-won key into the newly created hole.

Sam gave up, and agreed to leave.

And now we return to our pin. Because down below the rotten floor of the office, something did survive. It heard the key falling down. It managed to find it, and fumbled in the darkness to fit it in the lock. It unlocked the padlock. It opened a trapdoor. It breathed free air for the first time in decades.

After 25 years of imprisonment, the Ę̴̊̆R̶̒͛̈́̍��̟̝R̵̛̯͍̠̗Ö̴̮̤́́R̴̞͍̲̞̐̓́͠ͅ ̸̡̫̣̟̏̊̇̍͜ ψ walks free.

Unnoticed by all, a lonely tape-recorder hidden somewhere in the office keeps spinning its tape.

Thus concludes the thrilling Saturday Night adventure.

I... Have Questions. Not many, but pressing ones.

The most pressing one is WHY did you crazy kids go to explore literal crumbling ruins at night? Urbexers do it for 'vibes' and 'clout' (and they don't always come back with the same number of eyes they went in with), but why would you? What made you think it was a good idea to look for clues in the feeble light of torches? Why? Just… WHY? (And why a work night? Did you take a day a night off? Are you exploring on company time? Couldn't you wait till Sunday morning?)

Another good one: does Alice really believe this is a dead end (haha) and can't be bothered with it, or is she dragging Sam away because she knows something's there, and doesn't want her baby shrimp anywhere near it?

And finally – what did they just unleash on the world? My first thought was "one of those gifted kids did not make it back home," and that's as far as I'm willing to let that thought go for the moment. Another one was: "what magical monstrosity did they create in the Artefact Research"? And another: "holy shit, it's been 25 years. How sane is ERROR after all that time (assuming it was sane to begin with)? (I know there are clues on RQ's backstage page, where the casting calls dwell, but going there feels like cheating, so I won't. Today).

[ahomeartgallery]

Brett Whiteley, Self Portrait, One of a Dozen Glimpses’, 1983, etching and aquatint from Home’s 2019 ‘The Portrait’ exhibition.

Brett Whiteley (1939 – 1992) is one of Australia’s most celebrated artists. He won the Archibald, Wynne and Sulman prizes several times, and his artistic career was bolstered by his celebrity status in Australia and abroad.

Whiteley started working as a commercial artist in 1956, began life-drawing classes at the Julian Ashton Art School and joined John Santry’s sketch club where he became friends with Australian landscape painter Lloyd Rees, who was a strong influence. On weekends Whiteley painted around the towns of Bathurst, Hill End and Sofala, producing works such as Sofala 1958. In 1959 he was awarded the Italian Government Travelling Art Scholarship, which was judged by Australian artist Russell Drysdale at the Art Gallery of NSW. Whiteley remained in Europe for the next decade, exhibiting his work regularly in group exhibitions in London, Paris, Amsterdam and Berlin, establishing an international reputation. He also lived in the USA, staying at New York’s Chelsea Hotel where he socialized with celebrities including musicians Janis Joplin and Bob Dylan.

Returning to Sydney in 1969, Whiteley moved to Lavender Bay and became involved in the Yellow House artists’ collective in Kings Cross. His work became highly collectable; in particular his Matisse influenced large-scale interiors and landscapes. In 1976 he won both the Archibald Prize for portraiture and the Sulman Prize for genre painting. The following year, he was awarded the Wynne Prize for landscape. He won all three prizes in 1978 (the first artist to do so) and the Wynne a third time in 1984. In 1991 he was awarded an Order of Australia.

Brett Whiteley died in Thirroul on the New South Wales south coast in 1992. His last studio and home in Sydney’s Surry Hills is now a museum managed by the Art Gallery of New South Wales. Image courtesy of Badger & Fox Gallery © Wendy Whiteley

[terrainofheartfelt]

do you have any headcannons or behind-the-scenes for "it's something new (because of you)"?

oh DO I

for starters i'm sorryyyyyy for letting this sit so long I have no excuse other than life and brain chemistry are Nuts.

BTS-wise, this one-shot within the universe was inspired by a photoset I stumbled across here on tumblr, and I thought: "that could be my blorbos" and lo! it came. I started drafting it while at was at my folks' for christmas, and then it sat in google docs in purgatory before I summoned the spoons to complete it. which at the time I thought was odd, because my general technique with smut is to write it all within the space of a couple days--they just flow differently than things with, ya know, plot, but this one incubated for a while, and I think it served it.

HCs-wise, I've jotted down a few about this universe and specifically the beginning of dair's marriage within it :)

this is how Dan & Blair (mostly Blair) announce the wedding:

Epperly guest writes a post for Blair Necessities covering the event/interviewing Blair

The morning the post goes live, Blair & Dan each post one (1) thing to their accounts

They each pick a photo from what their photographer sent them (both candid, because they look stupidly in love in those)

Dan’s caption is from the Auden Blair quoted in her vows to him: The years shall run like rabbits, / For in my arms I hold / The Flower of the Ages, / And the first love of the world.

Blair’s is a quote of a different kind: Reader, I married him. 

They make their posts from a sidewalk cafe in Firenze then shut off their phones. 

And the internet goes WILD

immediately there’s all these buzzfeedesque articles like “Blair Waldorf, Former Princess of Monaco has remarried,” and “Blair Waldorf’s New Husband Is Hot” and “Who Is Mr. Blair Waldorf?” and “Blair Waldorf Totally Won Her Divorce”

Just to fuck with everyone Blair posts another pic of Dan a couple days later. it's of him sitting at the window in their tuscan villa, pretty much the view Blair wakes up to in the beginning of it's something new. Caption: my huckleberry friend

They don’t see any of it til they check their messages over breakfast the next day. Dan loves the nomer “Mr. Blair Waldorf” and immediately adds it to his profiles (which he only made bc his agent made him). Sherri, said agent, almost makes him change them back before she sees the spike in his book sales. He was doing well enough on a debut, but now he’s doing really well. 

Thanks to his family’s caution (and the NDAs signed by the wedding vendors), no photos of Milo surface, he’s mentioned by Blair in her interview of course, and outside of W he’s only known as “Humphrey’s grade school-aged son”

Nate has a good laugh at it all, which he calls payback for all the good natured ribbing he and Serena got in the summer with “Serena van der Woodsen and Nate Archibald Eloped, Apparently”—a headline that spurred several never-ending phone calls from a horde of van der Bilts, and one—as Serena calls it—“ugly-ass gravy boat” (and yes, she did have to contribute to the swear jar for that)

I actually have MORE mostly about the work after something new, so don't mind me if I share those too ;))))

Speaking of Serenate, they’re on the move a lot and bring Sophie when they can, but she’s old so long haul trips to LA that are only a few days aren’t ideal. So they ask the Humphreys to dog sit a lot. Dan always outright refuses, because he knows that dog-sitting is only one degree of separation from “Why can’t we get a dog, Dad?” and he just cannot have that conversation. Again. 

There’s a lot of anxiety from all parties when Blair gets pregnant. There’s her traumatic history which flares up when it is most inconvenient, plus Dan’s trauma coupled with the fact that  he hasn’t done this part before. He missed almost all of Georgina’s pregnancy, so he doesn’t really know how to be. 

Milo expresses a flicker of concern because he knows on some level that the upcoming baby is genetically connected to his parents while he isn’t and he needs reassurance. 

Dan consults his brother Scott, who lived through a similar situation being an adoptee, and being an adoptee with a younger sibling that was born to his parents, and his perspective helps. 

They move from the loft to a Park Slope townhouse just after the New Year and just shy of the beginning of Blair’s third trimester. She’s not allowed to pick up anything, so she just stands in the center of the first floor and directs the moving until Dan makes her sit on the first chair they bring in (the one from his home office). A joke about a sedan chair is made, and then Dan immediately regrets it when she looks like she’s considering it. Milo’s her assistant when he gets back from school. It’s adorable. 

It’s more house than either Humphrey boy knows what to do with, but they follow Blair’s lead in putting it together. Her nesting instincts kick into overdrive—it’s quite a thing to witness. Dan acquiesces to hiring Dorota full-time so Blair doesn’t do too much. 

The fetus of when everything else changes is male, despite Blair and Milo’s good vibes. After he’s born Blair—hopped up on drugs—is like “A boy? I don’t know anything about boys. How do I raise a boy?” Dan gives her a funny look and reminds her that she’s been successfully mothering a son for a few years now, actually. 

I haven’t an earthly idea what that baby’s first name is (Otis? — I’m KIDDING) but his middle name is Nathaniel. 

Blair and Milo are very precious and anxious and fussy when the baby comes and Dan is much more chill. He jokes that it’s because he’s Blair and Milo’s first baby

Dan becomes a stay-at-home dilf, fulfilling his potential ♥️

Rufus leaves the decision of what to do with the loft up to Dan and Jenny, and they can’t really bear to part with it, so they keep it in the family. It becomes Jenny’s crash pad when she’s in NY, and eventually morphs into her makeshift atelier, where she works while she’s in NY. 

[im-just-a-dumb-gay]

Bayverse timeline: Earth edition Part 1

Basically I summarize the wiki with some additions

4.54 billion years: Earth forms around Unicron

65 million years ago: Quintessa sent her people to activate a Seed leading to the extinction of dinosaurs

17,000 BC: The 7 Primes land on Earth. 6 of the 7 sacrifice themselves to protect Earth from The Fallen.

10,000 BC: Allspark crashes on Earth

2560 BC: Great Pyramid of Giza is built around the Star Harvester

1200 BC: El Deir in Petra built to hide Tomb of the Primes

After 1200 BC: Seekers sent to find the Tomb of Primes. Only a riddle is discovered. 

Before 1000 BC: Sentinel’s ship is shot down and is floatingly endlessly in space. Optimus becomes the new leader of the Autobots

1000 BC: Megatron crash lands on Earth when searching for the Allspark. As he didn’t inform anyone where he went, no one knew where to search for him. Starscream led with his absence. Megatron had left as he believed the war was won and thought it was time to search for the Allspark to help fix their planet. The war, however, continued as the Autobots were not going down. Some Decepticons became disillusioned with the Decepticons and became Autobots. This included Drift, Trench, and Crosshairs. This helped the Autobots get an advantage and this made the war last even longer. 

Before 484 AD: The war killed Cybertron. Near the end of the war, Bumblebee lost his voice to Shockwave.The Knights discovered that Quintessa did not care for them or Cybertron. They took her staff and decided to hide on Earth. They assumed Quintessa would believe they went as far away from Unicron to keep the staff away. They assumed right and Quintessa did not immediately find them. Quintessa sent Lockdown to find the Lower Knights. The Dinobots, who also left Cybertron after being convinced from the Knights, went to other planets. Merlin discovers The Knights. They tell him of their destroyed planet and tell him to keep them a secret.

484 AD: Merlin asks The Knights of assistance against the Saxon hordes. Merlin is given The Staff.

After 484 AD: Merlin dies and most of the Knights protect his tomb. One decides to search for other Cybertronians to give refuge. The Cybertronians brought to Earth get in contact with the Order of the Witwiccans. Some of these Cybertronians include Bulldog, Hound, and Drift. Optimus and his main team, however, did not go to Earth due to them splitting up to try to find the Allspark. Bumblebee was the one who volunteered to go to Earth and search for the Allspark. After losing his voice, Bumblebee became withdrawn and way more violent, barely interacting with the humans on Earth and deciding not to interact with the Order of the Witwiccans unlike Hot Rod. (Hound came to earth around the 1700s. Bulldog and Drift came around the 1800s maybe? Hot Rod and Bumblebee came around the 1900s. Crosshairs might have come around the 1800s too?) 

1897: Captain Archibald Witwicky discovers Megatron

1910s: Bulldog takes part in World War 1

1913: First Seven discover Allspark. The Allspark was dormant at that time so the signature couldn’t be reached to Bumblebee. 

1927: Section Seven formed

1931: Hoover Dam bult around Allspark

After 1931: Megatron was brought over to Hoover Dam. Project Black Knife at some point is dismissed.

1940s: Bumblebee and Hot Rod fight with the Allies in the Devil’s Brigade. Bumblebee is still extremely violent at this time. He barely interacted with humans before this point in time. 

1945: Watch that Killed Hitler…well killed Hitler. 

After 1945: Hot Rod stays in Britain. Bumblebee continues his search for the Allspark. At some point Soundwave makes his way to earth as he learns that some Autobots were there and thought there might be something important there.

1960s: The Ark (Sentinel’s ship) lands on the moon. While this was no Allspark, Soundwave saw an opportunity with this discovery and sent some Decepticons there as well as informing Starscream of the situation. USSR finds Pillars being taken by Decepticons. The US has their astronauts investigate the ship. Starscream and some Decepticons start to make their way to Earth so see if the Pillars can be used to save Cybertron. They realize, however, that Sentinel is needed to make them work and that he was in stasis. They stay on earth to see if there is a way to use the Pillars without him and to make earth a somewhat base as well as kill any Autobots hiding on earth.

1970s: Soundwave and Laserbeak manipulate humans to stop further moon missions. 

1980s: Chernobyl disaster caused by fuel cell extracted from the Ark

2003: Beagle 2 Rover reveals alien activity on Mars. This was most likely a Decepticon.

Before 2007: Soundwave gets some information about Sector Seven(perhaps one of his human companions learned about Sector Seven and it’s potential knowledge)

[silverhallow]

Thomas Archibald Bridgerton

Nicknames: Tom, Tommy, Big T

Profession: dentist

Hobbies: snooker, poker, darts, Whiskey Connoisseur, guitar

Thomas is his father in looks but he got his Uncle Benedict’s height, only Ben 2 and William are taller than him out of the Bridgerton Grandchildren.

He has bright green eyes and freckles all over his face which he got from his mothers family.

As a child he got into a fight with Georgiana after he tried to steal her Ewok teddy when they were 10 and she punched him so hard in the face she punched out two of his teeth, it was here that his obsession with teeth came and as he got older it was only natural that he went into dentistry.

As he got older he was close to John and Freddie and they all naturally started to drink Kilmartin whiskey and Tom became a connoisseur and learned all the tastings they would go to.

He learned to play guitar when in secondary school and finds it quite soothing.

He was never really very sporty but he fell in love with Snooker and Pool after a trip to the pub. Darts followed and he goes to the Ally Pally every year for both World Championships.

He got into Poker at Uni and after a very careful word from his mother, after his grandfather's issues, he was very careful and studied the game and learned to be very good.

He and a friend went to Vegas one Christmas to watch the Mosconi Cup and he won $10,000 dollars on a game of Poker, and after celebrating he woke up married to his friend…

It’s how he ended up coming out to his family… by coming home with a husband.

[scotianostra]

On June 15th the Battle of Carberry Hill was to take place.

History still calls this a battle, but I am making a stand - no battle took place, there was a standoff, we had leading nobles on both sides strutting about, on a day much like today, under a baking sun' Mary's hubby, Bothwell challenged The Earl of Morton to, what we would call nowadays a "Square go"

In the end there were some negotiations nobody died and everybody went home, well almost everyone, Mary Queen of Scots surrendered herself into the custody of the Confederate Lords and spent most of the rest of her life either imprisoned or on the run.

Mary awoke in Fa’side Castle, deep in the East Lothian countryside. She had married James Hepburn a month before, to me she fell into the trap that the Protestant lords intended, they had their heir to the throne in the infant Prince James, and could now deal with the bothersome Queen Mary and they met her with Bothwell’s army near Musselburgh later that day.

So the circumstances were, unlike this June, it was a hot sunny day, Mary’s army were on the higher ground and should have had an advantage, should any hostilities begin. The 26 Scottish peers so angered by her marriage, a marriage they had initially seemed in favour of, as the “the Ainslie Tavern Bond” attests to, but that’s a different story, look into it if you want.

The Lords and their army may have been on lower ground and at a disadvantage, but during the blazing hot day, they were sheltered in the shade as the protracted negotiations played out.

As the Lords’ forces watched and waited in relative comfort, Mary’s army cooked in their armour and grew increasingly thirsty. Offers of single combat were given, but Bothwell deemed no-one good enough for his honour. Eventually provisions arrived for those in the baking heat, but instead of the wished-for water, they received wine. Thirst made them drink heavily, but they grew more dehydrated, as well as more and more drunk.

As the day wore on Mary’s army started disappearing dwindling rapidly, eventually combat was agreed between one of the Confederate Lords, the Earl of Morton who must have shat it as he delegated to Patrick Lindsay, 6th Lord Lindsay who girded his waist with his great sword called Archibald-the-Cat, handed down from his ancestors. But it all came to nothing. Note some versions on the events of the day state that William Kirkcaldy of Grange agreed to fight Bothwell, but in the day it was ruled out as he was one of them was only a "Baronet" such was the chivalry of the time. Anyway in my opinion Bothwell should have won the fight – he was a border lord, used to battle and fit – Mary at the last moment intervened. She surrendered on two conditions: that Bothwell be allowed to leave, and that she be treated honourably.

So Bothwell buggered off in the direction of Dunbar Castle, but Mary was not handled honourably, perhaps because she "haughtily "lectured her captors, inspiring their ill will: she was returned to Edinburgh and paraded through streets of soldiers who shouted ‘burn the whore’. From there she was taken to the island fortress of Lochleven, where she was lectured for two solid days by her half-brother and forced to abdicate in favour of her young son, James.

There is contemporary description of what the Queen was wearing on the day, nothing changes eh! It was recorded by William Drury, Marshall of Berwick, who said:

"The Queen's apparel in the field was after the fashion of the women of Edinburgh, in a red petticoat, sleeves tied with points a "partlyte," a velvet hat and muffler. She used great persuasions and encouragements to her people to have tried it by battle. For welcome the Lords showed her the banner with the dead body, which seeing they say that she wished she had never seen him. The banner was hanged out before her window at the Provost's house, wherewith she seemed much offended."

Before he surrender Mary had changed out of her fancy dress with d leaving them at Fa’side Castle, and choosing to wear what were effectively rags that showed an embarrassing amount of her calves

[randomestroleplays]

𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡: 𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔤𝔢 (x)

CONCEPTS:

we’ve known we were betrothed since we were kids and I can’t wait to finally be your spouse

we’ve been best friends since childhood and just found out about the arrangement

we’re part of a high society where every marriage is arranged and today we find out who we’re going to marry

we’ve hated each other since we were babies and now we have to get married

our families were involved in a huge scandal / public falling out and now we have to get married to fix their images

we have to get married to solidify a political alignment for our families

our marriage was arranged and we agreed to just be friends but fuck I think i’m in love with you

we had an arranged marriage and now i’m on my honeymoon in a foreign country with someone I barely know

our first official meeting is at the rehearsal dinner but you’re definitely the person I hooked up with during my bachelor/bachelorette party

we’re meeting for the first time to plan the wedding and I want to hate you but you’re the only one backing me up against our parents

I’m at a resort for my destination wedding and you’re the hot stranger at the bar that I’m complaining to about how much my future spouse probably sucks... oh, you’re my future spouse

our families are at war and our marriage is part of a peace treaty 

one of our families won a war and now we have to get married 

I don’t want to marry you but your family’s wealth could save my family

I was just told that the king / prince chose me as his future bride, but I don’t know that it’s the childhood best friend I once made a marriage pact with 

POSSIBLE STARTERS:

our marriage was arranged and we’ve never seen each other, now we’re meeting for the first time and damn, you are hot

“the love… Well, it will come with time.”

“we don’t have to like each other. we just have to pretend.”

it’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life 

all’s well that ends well to end up with you

barefoot in the kitchen, sacred new beginnings

it looked alright in the pictures

I was there when you said forever and always

fell in love when I saw you standing there

and isn’t it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

but I would die for you in secret

tiptoeing past so many stages

we look good in photographs

THEME SONGS:

war of hearts, ruelle

young and beautiful, lana del rey

gold rush, taylor swift

lover, taylor swift

the last great american dynasty, taylor swift

MOST SUITED OCS:

Aisling Greyjoy ( game of thrones / crossovers )

Carlotta Falcone ( the batman / dc / crossovers )

CAROLINE SOMERSET ( original / fandom crossovers )

Finley Rider ( descendants / crossovers )

OPHELIA WAYNE  ( gotham / dc / crossovers )

Peggy Featherington ( bridgerton / crossovers )

Svetlana Novikoff ( grishaverse / crossovers )

MOST SUITED OCS (NOT YET INTRODUCED):

Adhara Black ( harry potter, golden era / crossovers )

Adina Lightwood ( shadowhunters / crossovers )

Ariadne Blackthorn  ( shadowhunters / crossovers )

Charlotte Bridgerton ( bridgerton / crossovers )

Constance Osborn ( the amazing spider-man / crossovers )

Joanna Baratheon ( game of thrones / crossovers )

Josie Archibald ( gossip girl / crossovers )

Rosalind Greengrass ( harry potter, marauders era / crossovers )

Venus Malfoy ( harry potter, golden era / crossovers )

[honorhearted]

Benjamin heard Francesca's outraged cries, which only caused him to run faster. His laughter carried over the wind, and amidst his glee, he nearly ran headfirst into an overhanging branch. Mercifully, he ducked free of the offending appendage at the last moment, and only received a light scraping along his temple.

Knocked slightly off balance, the distraction gave Francesca a bit of a chance, but ultimately, Benjamin managed to reach the watering hole first, panting and laughing as he doubled over to catch his breath. "I won," he said, though he knew his wife wouldn't be impressed.

Straightening again, he touched a hand to the stinging welt on his temple and huffed. "Well...I suppose it will be me who needs the first aid kit this evening," he quipped. "Already, being married to you has proven dangerous."

Turning toward Francesca, he grinned and fondly tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Look at that: I've already made you untidy," he said.

“Perhaps we should get one,” Francesca suggested. “I have never had a dog, but I’ve always been fond of Kate’s corgi.”

"Oh, I have," Benjamin replied, "and they're worth every bit of the love and entertainment. Samuel and I had a really playful mutt growing up, and I remember one time, she caught Sammy by the breeches and ripped a hole right in his seat. He was flashing his right cheek all the way home." Chuckling at the memory, he added, "I also had a goat who'd sleep right at my feet -- father wasn't fond of Archibald, but that's because he'd eat all his ghastly wigs."

Francesca pouted. “Do I not even get to try the whiskey? We could play that drinking game you are so fond of.”

"What, you mean the drinking game you're bound to lose?" he teased. "I'll let you try it, sure, but if you end up knocked flat on your arse, or worse yet, asleep on our wedding night, don't blame me."

"To risk reading your hand meant to risk writing you back…and at the time, I didn’t think I could bear the knowledge of your married life.”

To hear those words and picture her own life at the very same moment all those years ago was such a strange feeling, the memory of telling John all about her wonderful friend and how she wanted them to meet melding with memories of waiting for his letters to arrive, of hearing John’s assurances that he was likely just giving her some space.

”I don’t want space,“ she had told John back then. ”I don’t want space,“ she had written to Ben one evening, furious tears spilling onto the page and she struggled not to tear it. And yet when he came back, when he offered her what she had been so desperate for, Francesca had been the one to run away.

Still, as Ben’s words bordered on offensive on Caleb’s behalf, she could not help but laugh in response. "Well I know a certain few women who would disagree with you there,” she pointed out, thinking on the multiple women the whaler had managed to charm in the months since their reunion. “But I should consider myself lucky that he is not your type – I rather think that Mr Brewster and I are quite dissimilar in every way.”

“Dogs are adorable.”

Francesca scoffed, sparing him a look as though to silently point out that that was hardly the point, and yet she found herself smiling as an errant thought dawned on her. “Perhaps we should get one,” she suggested. “I have never had a dog, but I’ve always been fond of Kate’s corgi.”

“And as luck would have it, we happen to have a medical kit in my father’s house. So should you find yourself with unexpected lumps, bumps or scrapes, I’ll have gauze at the ready to tend to your wounds, as well as a bottle of whiskey – for myself.”

“My hero.” The words were said with an air of mirth, sarcasm laced into the syllables, but her eyes lacked the flash of mischief to be wholly joking. “Do I not even get to try the whiskey? We could play that drinking game you are so fond of.”

Suddenly there was a shift in the conversation, one moment Ben was pointing towards a spot on the horizon and the next he was running away, the spot beside her feeling vastly empty in the brief second it took for Francesca to realise what was going on.

“Wait!” Lifting her skirts ever so slightly, she began to follow him, her legs carrying her as fast as they were able. He had the benefit of height as well as knowledge of where they were headed, and so Francesca held little hope of winning such a race – That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try. “Ben!”

[milesbellingham]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

full name. miles david bellingham   nicknames. mills gender. male pronouns. he/him  age. thirty-two  date of birth. 24th of october 1992 zodiac sign. libra  time in wilmington. roughly two months neighborhood. masonboro occupation. formula one driver pinterest & character inspo. lewis hamilton, lando norris & daniel riccardo (drive to survive), james hunt (rush), alfie (emily in paris), joey tribbiani (friends), nate archibald (gossip girl), roman pearce (fast & furious), jake peralta (brooklyn 99), david rose (schitts creek)

tl;dr: born and raised in london, miles had always been a thrill seeker and risk taker. he began karting when he was young, leading to an incredible formula one career racing with mercedes-AMG where he won four world championships. his parents divorced when he was a teenager, which led to his mom moving to wilmington and starting a whole new life. summers and time off that he could manage were spent in town with her. though as his career progressed, he stopped coming around as much due to the fact she was always against the idea of racing but miles never took it into account. now back in town, he’s feeling some regret that it put a riff in their relationship. personality wise, he’s just a fun loving, lil bit nerdy, car obsessed guy.

BIOGRAPHY:tw: parental death, cancer

From the moment young Miles Bellingham could walk, he was drawn to speed. Whether it be conjuring up an imaginary racetrack to the corner store or a game of who could reach the dinner table fastest–racing was a constant on his mind. The answer to the question ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ was always a racecar driver. His father, Lewis, recognized this fiery passion early on and introduced him to karting. Little did they know that this simple, yet thrilling pastime would be the launchpad for a meteoric rise. By the age of ten, Miles was already leaving his peers in the dust, winning karting championships and catching the eye of Mercedes-AMG Petronas renowned team principal. By the age of fourteen, Miles was signed to the Young Drivers Program with McLaren & Mercedes–a contract that included a guaranteed future seat in Formula One. 

Miles Bellingham’s career seemed to be on an exhilarating upward trajectory, but his home life was a stark contrast. While Miles focused on building his future and honing his skills, he remained unaware of the growing rift between his parents. His mother, Grace, had always been opposed to her husband’s support of Miles’ passion, deeming the sport dangerous and mired in politics. Unbeknownst to Miles, Grace had issued her husband an ultimatum: pull their son from the training program immediately, or she would leave. Lewis, unwilling to crush Miles’ dreams and recognizing his son’s exceptional talent, chose to support Miles, leading Grace to file for divorce and relocate to a town in North Carolina. As a result, Miles now spent his summers and breaks with his mother in America.

The year 2013 marked a pivotal chapter in Miles’ life. With the roar of engines and the glare of media attention, he stepped into the high-octane world of Formula One, racing for Mercedes-AMG. His debut was nothing short of electrifying. Miles finished third in his very first race and went on to challenge the sport's established stars. Each race was a showcase of his skill and determination, and by the end of the season, he was a heartbeat away from clinching the championship. The following year, Miles Bellingham had become the second youngest World Champion in the history of Formula One Racing. 

The championships continued for three more years, with Miles’ career reaching new heights as contracts, sponsorships, and awards accumulated. However, his relationship with his mother began to suffer. Despite his immense success and Grace’s attempts to be (somewhat) supportive, Miles grappled with the feeling that nothing he did would ever be enough to satisfy her. After all, she had chosen to move to America to start a new life and a new family, leaving him behind.

Fast forward to July 2024, and Grace Bellingham tragically passed away from breast cancer. The disease had advanced beyond detection before doctors could identify it, and by the time the results were available, it was too late to save her. Miles left the racing circuit mid-season, catching the first flight to Wilmington, NC. Although he managed to settle most of her final affairs within a month, he couldn’t bring himself to leave his mother’s home. The pull of returning to the sport she had always disliked seemed overshadowed by the guilt of missed time and the grief he couldn’t seem to overcome.

[markwatkinsreviews]

MATCH REPORT: Reading (1) 1 Leyton Orient (1) 1

EFL ONE : Saturday 27 January, 2024 : 3pm kick-off

An entertaining 1-1 draw. Orient certainly play with some attractive skill, defence & attack - Sweeney & Beckles (at the back) with Archibald (upfront) their nuisance player.

First 10/15 mins passed by quickly and despite nothing much of note to record the (reporting) consensus (and mine) is that Reading were on top.

Orient were a little disorganised but after the penalty (scored by Agyei - 19 mins) for a Holmes hand-ball, and Reading's quick equaliser (Knibbs - 23 mins), the away team in red, sorted out their formation and tactics and settled for pushing higher up the field, which, as the game went on, then denied The Royals a significant amount of possession - where it mattered - in Orient's final third.

Reading's attacks were mainly hard won or engineered from opposition mistakes, whereas Orient were interchanging and skillfully passing the ball through any blue & white barriers.

In the battle of the GK's, Brynn easily came out on top. He kicked long and accurately and with some curve to find his "wingers" and claimed the ball with his hands very well. As things went on, Button improved, making an important save 2nd half , but his kicking and handling remained poor.

Ref, Graham Scott, certainty kept up with play but denied The O's a clear advantage in the first half, about the 20 min mark, but rather than try and balance out his mistake, he then let a few flying tackles go for both sides for the rest of the game, which added to the end-to-end feel of this, at times, robust, but brisk encounter (although only 3 yellow cards were produced).

RDG MOTM = For me, no one player was outstanding, a team effort.

ORIENT MOTM = Omar Beckles, wore the 19 with pride. Tackled, moved the ball on well and with some "spice".

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ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 8/10

Mark Watkins, 28/1/24.