#charles: makeup edition

[beetlebug---1]

Charles: a makeup experiment 💄

this was a request from @ro-doodles! if anyone has any ideas for me to draw, feel free to request them in my ask box 😋

[domistique]

this picture is painted on the inside of my eyelids. I wake up at night and this image flashes before me

[adrienneleclerc]

F1 Edits

Summary: How the F1 drivers react to Y/N watching edits of a different driver

Warning: Spelling and grammatical errors.

A/N: Drivers include Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz, Max Verstappen, and Daniel Ricciardo

Charles Leclerc

Charles and Y/N were leaving an APM Monaco event, they are dressed up, Y/N had her makeup done very beautifully, Charles got his car from the valet, opened the door up for Y/N, closed it behind her, got in himself, and drove off.

When they made it to their apartment, Y/N and Charles were in the kitchen, Y/N was sitting at the table and opened up TikTok.

"Ma belle, you want something to eat? There is some leftover ravioli." Charles asked.

"Yeah, sounds good, babe.��� Y/N said as she started scrolling on TikTok and landed on a Lando Norris edit to “Freak” by Doja Cat (@ am3vr)

"What are you watching, Mon coeur?” Charles asked, heating up the leftover ravioli in the microwave.

“Oh, just an edit, muñeco.” Y/N said, liking the edit.

"An edit of who, mon ange?” Charles asked, getting closer.

“Lando.” Y/N admitted. She was going to shut her phone off but Charles got the phone out of her hand. “Ay muñeco, don’t be like that.”

“I just have a question, babe, why are Lando Norris edits showing up on your fyp?” Charles asked.

"You know I like McLaren, they’re my second favorite team, I usually get funny moments of Lando but I must admit, I am not mad about getting this edit on my fyp. Can I get my phone back, muñeco?” Y/N asked pouting. The microwave dinged so Charles sighed before giving Y/N her phone back and took the food out of the microwave.

"I’m surprised you don’t get edits of me on your fyp.” Charles said, handing Y/N the plate of ravioli.

"Oh I do, but those edits get saved to a TikTok folder.” Y/N said and Charles smiled. “Oh, the other day Lando wanted to do a quadrant video where he tastes candy from (your parents’ country/countries), can i go to his apartment tomorrow?” Y/N asked.

“Absolutely not.” Charles said stone faced and Y/N laughed.

“I love you, muñeco.” Y/N said.

“I love you too.” Charles said, kissing her.

Lando Norris

Y/N was waiting in the car while Lando picks up their food order. She was listening to music when Lando opened the door.

“Okay, I got spring rolls, chicken wings with pork fried rice, chicken broccoli with white rice, and chicken and vegetables gyoza. Ready to go, sweet thing?” Lando asked.

“Yep, let’s go.” Y/N said. Lando kissed Y/N on the cheek before starting the car. Y/N was scrolling through TikTok and she landed on an edit of Carlos Sainz with the song Lockjaw by sir mix-a-lot (@ velosbalkan). She liked it and was rewatching for quite some time. Lando was curious.

“What are you watching, baby girl?” Lando asked.

“Just an edit, fresita, don’t worry about it.” Y/N said. Lando nodded to himself but as soon as there was a red light, he look over her shoulder to see the edit.

“Really, baby?” Lando asked chuckling, driving now that it’s a green light.

“What? What’s so wrong with appreciating your friend?” Y/N asked.

“Nothing, nothing at all, but Carlos?” Lando asked.

“Hey, I loved him before you joined F1.” Y/N said

“Okay, but when we go home, I’m gonna remind you who’s your boyfriend.” Lando said, smirking.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, babe.” Y/N said, smirking as well.

Logan Sargeant

Y/N and Logan were watching a movie on the apartment.

“You want more popcorn, babe?” Logan asked.

“Sure, mi vida.” Y/N said, kissing his cheek. Logan paused the movie to get popcorn and Y/N took the chance to scroll on TikTok and she found an edit of Lewis Hamilton to mayores by Becky G (@ lewisxamilton). Y/N was so enthralled by the edit that she didn’t hear Logan walk back to the couch until she felt his hand on her shoulder, scaring her and causing her to throw her phone in the air. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry, didn’t want to distract you from thirsting over Lewis Hamilton.” Logan said passing her the popcorn and sitting beside her.

“I wasn’t thirsting.” Y/N said.

“Babe, you were practically drooling.” Logan said,

“Was not.” Y/N said,

“Whatever, all I know was that I kept hearing the chorus to that song while I was pouring more popcorn in the bowl.” Logan said,

“I like the song. Plus, you already know I have a thing for older men, exhibit A, my obsession with Aaron Hotchner on criminal minds and Dean Winchester from Supernatural.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, but they’re fictional, you actually met Lewis.” Logan said.

“But I love you, baby. I love you so much, come on, let’s finish the movie.” Y/N said,

“Can you bake cupcakes for my birthday?” Logan asked.

“Of course, mi príncipe.” Y/N said, kissing him.

Oscar Piastri

Oscar was getting ready for bed while Y/N was already in bed, scrolling through TikTok.

"Darling, if you have trouble sleeping, I don't think TikTok is going to help." Oscar says, stepping into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Ugh, you sound like my father." Y/N groaned.

"I'm just saying." Oscar puts his hands up in surrender before brushig his teeth. Y/N was scrolling happily and she landed on a Daniel Ricciardo edit to Naughty Girl by Beyonce (@ russtapen). After hearing the same verse of the song multiple times, Oscar begins to question it. "What are you watching, sweetheart?" He said poking his head out of the bathroom, after spitting out.

"Just an edit, go brush your teeth, tiburoncin." Y/N said.

"An edit of who? Is it Spencer Reid again? Babe, he's not going to be in the new season of Criminal Minds, let it go." Oscar said, washing his hands.

"First of all, Matthew Gray Gubler is going to be in an episode of the new seaosn, thank you very much. And it is not an edit of him, its of Danny Ric." Y/N said.

"Danny Ric? Let me see." Oscar said, leaving the bathroom an getting on the bed, reaching for Y/N's phone.

"Fine, don't tease." Y/N said, letting Oscar take her phone. Oscar watched the edit in silence.

"The edit os not bad actually, do you watch edits of me?" Oscar asked.

"Of course i do. I even repost some to make the fangirls go crazy." Y/N admitted and that made Oscar laugh.

"Okay, now its time to go to sleep." Oscar said.

"Goodnight, baby." Y/N said, Oscar kissed Y/N and they went to sleep.

Lewis Hamilton

Y/N and Lewis were in his home gym, doing cardio.

"Bombón, I can't do it anymore, i need a break." Y/N said, slowing down her treadmill.

"Come on, love, i just don't want you to be 'hot girl fit', cardio is good for you." Lewis said.

"Never say 'hot girl fit' ever again, please. I do pilates, and you know my favorite kind of cardio to do, and its not running." Y/N said.

"We will do that kind of cardio later tonight, but i still need to run so I am ready for ferrari." Lewis said.

"Whatever you say, bombón." Y/N said, getting off her treadmill to sit on a weight bench and scroll on TikTok. Lewis didn't mind and then Y/N landed on a very good Charles Leclerc edit to the song PORNSTAR by Nessa Barrett (@ 16chleclerc).

"What are you watching, darling?" Lewis asked.

"A Charles Leclerc edit." Y/N answered truthfully. Lewis stopped his treadmill. "Oye, why did you stop? You still have 5 mintues on the timer." Y/N reminded him.

"You're watching an edit of my future teammate?" Lewis asked, getting a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

"It just appeared on my feed. Not mad about it, I can see why people say his face card doesn't decline." Y/N said.

"What?" Lewis asked, confused by the phrase.

"I'm saying that i see why people fawn over him, saying he is so fine, oh my gosh, you know what hot girl fit is but not a face card?" Y/N asked.

"Just for that comment, you are not going to the Ferrari garage with me." Lewis said.

"Oh thats not fair, I really want to go." Y/N said pouting. It took Lewis 45 seconds to give in.

"Fine, but you are not meeting Charles, I don't want him to take you away from me." Lewis commented.

"Oh please, Charles has a girlfriend and he's just a boy, you, however, are a man, and i need a man." Y/N said, Lewis smirked and kissed her roughly.

"Alright, time to do your favorite type of cardio, you deserve it." Lewis said.

Carlos Sainz

Y/N was playing with Carlos and his dog.

"Chulito, I'm gonna head inside, I'm getting cold." Y/N said.

"That's fine, princesa, abrigate bien, okay?" Carlos said before kissing Y/N and she walked inside. She put on Carlos's Ferrari hoodie and sat on the couch to scroll on TikTok. He landed on an edit of Oscar Piastri to ride or die pt. 2 by Sevdaliza, Tokischa, and Villano Antillano (@ am3vr). Y/N didn't notice Carlos come in until Piñón jumoed on the couch to sit next to her.

"What were you watching, princesa?" Carlos asked.

"An edit." Y/N said.

"Of me or of someone else?" Carlos asked, he sees Y/N look away. "Now you have to tell me, querida."

"it's of Oscar." Y/N said.

"Oscar? Seriously, Oscar? I would have been fine if you said Lando." Carlos said.

"Well this creator also makes Lando edits if that makes you feel better. It's not even Oscar that is attractive, it more like the song choice plus certain clips she chooses. You know you're my chulito precioso, I love you." Y/N said.

"I love you too, hermosa. You want to go get burgers?" Carlos asked.

"Sure, let me change." Y/N said, getting up but Carlos stopped her.

"Nope, I like you wearing my hoodie, that way everyone will know you're with me." Carlos said.

"Everyone already does." Y/N said, they kissed and left Piñón at home."

Max Verstappen

Max was sim racing while Y/N was scrolling on TikTok with Jimmy and Sassy on his bed.

"Are you sure you don't mind me on the simulator?" Max asked.

"Guapetón, i assure you I am fine. This is your job, you’re good.” Y/N said. Max smiled at the nickname and continued gaming. After awhile, Max paused the simulator enough to hear a song playing from Y/N’s phone. She was watching an edit of Logan Sargeant to Kiss Me by Sixpence (@ chzrro).

“What are you watching, schatje?” Max asked.

“An Logan Sargeant edit, I’m watching him on Indy Car by the way.” Y/N said,

“You’re not gonna watch F1 anymore?” Max asked.

“Of course I’m still going to watch F1 but I miss Logan. He was the only American, he deserved to finish the season.” Y/N said,

“Let me see the edit.” Max said and Y/N passed him the phone. “This is cute, maybe when I retire, there’ll be edits of me like this.” Max said,

“You bet your ass there’ll be edits of you. You, my darling, are very loved.” Y/N said, wrapped her hands over his chest to kiss his cheek.

Daniel Ricciardo

Daniel and Y/N were in a country bar with a mechanical bull.

“You think I can ride it?” Daniel asked.

“You were the honorary American in F1, you could totally ride it and stay on.” Y/N said,

“Record me?” Daniel asked.

“I got you, go.” Y/N said. She took Daniel’s phone to record him on the bull, he stayed on the whole time, he gets off and Y/N cheered. “Ese es mi vaquero!” Daniel approached the table.

“You want another beer? I Can get us some wings too.” Daniel suggested.

“Sounds good, cariño.” Y/N and Daniel kissed before he went to the bar to order food and drinks. Y/N scrolled on TikTok while she waited and landed on a Max Verstappen edit to ride or die pt. 2 by Sevdaliza, Tokischa, and Villano Antillano (@ enszns). Daniel approached from behind and saw the edit.

“Baby, why are you watching an edit of Max?” Daniel asked. Y/N jumped and Daniel laughed.

“That’s not funny, honey.” Y/N said. Daniel put the food and beer on the table. “It just appeared on my feed.”

“Mm, you were watching that edit a little too long.” Daniel said, sitting down.

“The song is catchy, and yeah the edit is good, I can appreciate Max’s looks, sue me.” Y/N said. Daniel laughed.

“Alright, alright, I won’t say anything about it.” Daniel said, there was a paused. “So what other edits of drivers have you seen?” Daniel asked in a teasing tone.

“Shut up.” Y/N lightly pushed him and he laughed louder.

The End

Did you missed this type of posts? Hope y’all liked it!

[asidian]

DBDA Meta Commentary Roundup

Okay, I'm getting tired of scrolling back to find my own posts, so it's time for a roundup post for my DBDA meta commentary.

Meta Commentary:

Why you should watch Dead Boy Detectives

Charles is a people pleaser

A very large snake as a reference to hell

The same lantern

Edwin knows the Misery Wraiths a bit too well

Why Charles is upset by more than just jealousy re: Monty

The white kimono

How Crystal and Charles' character arcs intersect to make an absolute trash fire

You can talk to me about anything

Edwin's hidden kindness as Charles dies

Edwin's hangups re: emotion and how it ties into his time in hell

The silliest Clue edition

The Cat King's design changes when he starts a new life

Counting cats

Where is the Doll House

Edwin and Charles acting like they've known each other forever in tiny details

Esther has the cops in her pocket

The lantern scenes as an extension of the theme "The good you do comes back around"

Why Charles opens up to Crystal so quickly

Payneland endgame nods through leitmotifs in the soundtrack

Charles is super sensitive to criticism, even when it's not intended

The Season 2 in my heart

The hidden nod to history in the WWI ghost's makeup

Why Charles' death is so much worse than it seems

The brilliance of the first ten minutes

The ship of all time

The incredible women of Dead Boy Detectives

Edwin's bowtie

Crystal and Charles as mirrors and projections

Bi disaster Charles Rowland

Edwin can knit

Chekhov's snake-slaying sword

Murder night movie time

Why Charles was more of a hero than he knew

What the doll placement says about Edwin's many deaths

Charles smiles for other people

The absolute fridge horror of That One Gate in hell

The only good thing generative AI has ever done

The wood-burning stove as part of Charles' cold trauma

Charles is so very brave for walking into hell

Charles' bad decision face

Edwin complimenting Crystal as a kindness to Charles

Charles' something-is-going-to-be-difficult tell Charles Rowland appreciation hours

Crystal's two emotional character arcs

Set Design:

Charles' room

The London office

The boys' detective license and its source

Tragic Mick's shop

Niko's room

Cameos:

The boys' early relationship and how they've influenced each other

What the boys do together in their downtime as leisure activities

A brief in-character skit of an ordinary day at the office

Tidbits about the characters that didn't make it into the show

Input in developing Edwin as a character and suggested changes

Color Symbolism:

Red

Blue

Pink

Green

Green (alt)

Purple

Orange

Brown

Black

White

[hauntedrain]

New Year, New me | Charles Leclerc x fem! reader | 

Summary: Charles cares about your opinions, even when it comes down to a new haircut. 

A/N: so of course this is about his new haircut, and personally I like it <3 so I based a lil something off of it. Also this is badly written cuz I was half asleep writing it but I hope you like it.

Warnings: the normal; not edited, really short, more of a Drabble tbh (500 words).

 He was scared—most definitely scared. He liked the haircut—a new change for the off-season—but nonetheless, he was scared. He didn’t tell you about his plans for his haircut; he didn't even bring it up that he’s going to get one. So on his way back to the apartment, he was stressed. Would you like it? Hate it? wish it was different?

He knows you would never downright say you hated it, disliked it, or even commented on it if he enjoyed it. But he wanted your opinion; he knew how much you liked his hair before, and he’s seen a lot of stuff on social media about people's significant others getting a haircut and not liking it or them the same as before. So now that he was walking to the apartment he was preparing for the worst. 

    “Ma chérie, are you there?” He called out while closing the front door and facing an empty entryway and living space.

  “I'm over in the room, Char!” You called out.

    He put down the few small bags he had in his hand along with his keys as he walked over to your shared bedroom. He didn’t initially see you as he walked into the bedroom, but once he noticed the lights on in the bathroom and the slightly open door, he found where you were. He moved over and slowly opened the door, and he was met with you putting on what he assumes is a form of lipgloss or lipstick. You didn’t immediately notice him as you were too focused on your makeup; however, once you did, you turned around and hugged him, not noticing immediately the major change he made to his hair. He nuzzled into your neck and shoulder while returning the hug. You guys stayed like that for a bit until he pulled back a bit, looking down at you.

    "Oh my god, you cut your hair!” You said this while looking up at him and finally noticing it. You ran your hands through the top part of it that was still fluffy while smiling a goofy but surprised smile.

 “Yeah, do you like it?” He asked sheepishly while holding you.

    “It’s pretty cute, you didn’t tell me you were gonna cut it. Was it a spring of the moment type thing?” You asked pulling him over to sit on the bed while you stand in front of him.

“I mean yeah, kinda. I wanted something new for the new year.” 

    “You took ‘new year, new me' seriously huh?” You said smiling at him while running your hands through his hair again. “It’s pretty though.” 

“Thank you, ma chérie. I was worried you wouldn’t like it.” He said messing with the bracelets he was wearing. “But I’m glad you do. Now we just have to see what the fans think of it.” 

“Bet they���ll like it, for the most part.” You said slightly laughing while going back to get ready for the event later that evening. 

[read-write-thrive]

saw @tma-thoughts ‘s post talking about not enough butch charles rowland and wanting to see more butch4femme painland and naturally I spent the entire rest of my day brainstorming, researching, and then drawing this time period accurate (to the best of my abilities) butch!Edwin(a? Edie?) x femme!Charles (definitely Charlotte/Charlie)

I have whole spreads of photo references for both of them but in case anyone is interested, Charles is inspired by rudegirl/ska punk/skinhead/punk/goth feminine aesthetics from the 1980s UK (even more specifically by the band The Bodysnatchers) while Edwin is inspired mainly by sportswear for women in the 1910s as well as what photos I could find of teenage girls during that era! in terms of Edwin reading as butch, I wanted to combine the shortest hair I could get away with (for the era and while still reading as Edwin—too 20s reads as too fashion forward which is not the vibe), as well as balance the line between sportswear (which imo reads as butch) and Edwin’s usual fashions. I also kept her makeup-free, accessory-free, and overall more “practical” in her dress to try and read as more butch. something to note that you don’t see here— Edwin is 100% wearing bloomers/trousers either as part of or underneath this skirt. I couldn’t get it to read correctly in the design but I need you to know they’re there lmao

feedback welcome (and further discussion even more so, I’m a slut for fashion history x character design!!!)

EDIT: now part of a series!!! part 2 (more sketches of Edwina); part 3 (lingerie!Edwina); & part 4 (lingerie!Charlotte)

[askgravityfallsed]

THE YEAR IS 2019… WELCOME TO GRAVITY FALLS: ETERNAL DEVOTION AU Return To The Falls RP Edition

Related accounts set in 2012: @formerquestionmarkmp, @dippers-guide-to-the-strange, @pocketsfullofglitter, @queenplatinumpaz2012.

CHARACTER INFORMATION:

Mason “Dipper” Marth Pines:

Age: 19 years old

Pronouns: He/They

Identity: Bisexual, Non-Binary

Fiancé: Paz Southeast

Online College Student

Stoner

Well known ghost hunter in the area

Mabel David Pines:

Age: 19 years old

Pronouns: She/It/Pink/Meow/Oink

Identity: Cis, Aroace

Shroom addict (Don’t tell mom!)

Sells knitted sweaters and scarves, as well as Kandy bracelets, on Etsy

Pastel Goth/Scene mixture… I don't know either man.

Stanley Caryn McGucket-Pines:

Age: 67 years old

Pronouns: He/Him

Identity: Cis Bisexual

Husband: Fiddleford McGucket-Pines

Usually out sailing with Ford and Fidds

Kept his mullet in honor of his nieces old nickname

Owns five “#1 Dad” Mugs. Four from Soos, one from his niece.

Stanford Filbrick Pines:

Age: 67 years old

Pronouns: He/It (Only uses it due to Bills effect on him)

Identity: Cis Gay

Space Divorced TM both Fidds and Bill on separate occasions

Formerly brainwashed by Bill- barely resisting getting back together with him

Can not handle The Lust TM

Paz Elliot Southeast:

Age: 19 years old

Pronouns: He/Him

Identity: Bisexual Transgender

Fiancé: Mason Pines

Only recently found out he was trans- binds and cut his hair, but that’s about it

Steals Dippers clothes a lot. They’re his now actually.

Will never, ever admit to being the bottom of the relationship even if they’ve been together six years and it’s obvious as fuck.

Working for Greasys Diner

Jesus “Soos” Ramírez:

Age: 29 years old

Pronouns: He/Him

Identity: Cishet

Wife: Melody Ramírez

Stan is his dad figure, duh

Melody and him have a son named Diego

Cried like a baby the first time the twins referred to him as their uncle

Wendy Blerble Corduroy:

Age: 22 years old

Pronouns: She/He

Identity: Cis Bisexual Lesbian

Dippers weed dealer. Why are you shocked

Barely looks any different than she looked at age fifteen… except she ties her shirt into a crop top to show off her stomach tattoo of an axe.

Hottest lesbo on the block, according to nobody but her friend group

Robert “Robbie” Stacy Valentino:

Age: 23 years old

Age During Death: 15 years old

Pronouns: He/Him

Identity: Cis, Bi-curious (will not admit this)

Somehow befriended Paz. Neither know how nor want to admit it, but they have movie nights where they do each others nails and makeup and cry to metal music.

Zombie. Walking corpse even. Yep, we’re leaning into THAT old theory.

Still beefing with Dipper for literally no reason. Even Dipper doesn’t hate him at this point he just likes annoying him. They’re like brothers honestly.

Gideon Charles Gleeful:

Age: 17 years old

Pronouns: She/Her

Identity: Trans lesbian

Ex-Ciphertology child cultist

Despite this she still cries over the fact that Bill finds her annoying

She can’t really find anything to do with herself anymore since weirdmaggedon and highschool so she’s really fucking bitter.

Fiddleford Hadron McGucket-Pines:

Age: 69 years old (haha funny number)

Pronouns: He/Him

Identity: Cis Gay

Husband: Stanley McGucket Pines

Him and Emma May were actually beards- still occasionally in contact.

Was forced into a polyamorous marriage with Bill and Ford- eventually divorced them for MANY reasons

Seriously this guys got some BAD C-PTSD to be honest

Martha Winona Pines:

Age: 38 years old

Pronouns: She/Her

Identity: Cis Aromantic Bisexual

Ex-Husband: David Patterson

Has even WORSE C-PTSD from being Bills former puppet for like seven ish years

Literally so fucking grumpy about his return but NOBODY will let her murder him so she’s decided on verbal assault

Loves her kids soooooo so much

Calls Stan “Uncle Mullet”

William “Bill” Lu Cipher:

Age: ??????????????????? centuries old.

Pronouns: He/They/It- anything masculine or gender neutral

Identity: What a boring concept

Former triangle, now human for redemption- can only reincarnate if fully reformed, though he will never fully be forgiven for what he’s done, so he’s stuck this way til this body dies.

Can’t use his powers anymore- not even floating, which he hates a LOT

Misses Ford soooooo much…. Fucking loser.

BOUNDARIES:

13+ interactions only

Currently Gideon is still a minor, and I’m only a teenager, so please keep the NSFW to a minimum. Suggestive is fine, though.

DNI inc3st/p3do proshippers, p3do/m4p, transph0bic, hom0phobic, or r4cist people. You are not welcome here.

Please be respectful to me, the mod. You can be mean to characters, not to me. I do not appreciate hostility

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[ccsainzleclerc5516]

This Is Where You Stand With Me (part 2)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader

Warnings: none

Part 1 here

Y/N's POV

"Hola madre!" I say jokingly as my mother answered the phone.

"Too much influence from Sophie's boyfriend or what?" She chuckles.

"Yeah, something like that." I laugh adjusting myself on the couch. "How are you? What's new?" I ask.

"Nothing much, I'm just going back home from work. What's up with you?"

"I'm enjoying my day off from work." I say biting my lip not sure how's she going to react to my new "job" which I haven't told her about yet. But I'm certain she's not going to be thrilled about it.

"What do you mean y/n? What work?" As soon as she says "Y/N" I know there's no joking anymore.

"Well," I take a deep breath before I continue. "First of all, don't freak out, it's only my temporary job, you know while I'm here in Monaco with Sophie. And second of all, I started working for Ferrari practically. I'm managing their social media."

"Explain it a bit better, please. What does that mean?" She asks confused.

"Basically, I'm spending a lot of time with their drivers. I'm filming them for social media, like when they're getting ready for the race, asking them some questions, filming behind the scenes like what happens before the race, filming them training and stuff like that you know. And I edit those videos and then post them." I try to explain to her as simply as possible. but my mom, like most others, is not on the internet, she is not interested in the world of social media and probably still does not understand why anyone would be interested in any of this.

"So who are you filming then? Sophie's boyfriend and?"

"Carlos and Charles." As I say his name my mind wanders briefly to Charles and the grand prix from last weekend. I wonder how he is, and if he talked to Ava. and what happened between them afterwards. I also wonder if he has already thrown somewhere the bracelet I gave him. As I've already said, you just never know with him.

"Y/n?" My mom's voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Sorry my thoughts wandered for a moment. What did you ask?"

"I asked if you are satisfied with that job? Are you treated well? What are those boys like?" Like any mother, she worriedly asks a million questions and I, like any other daughter, of course, will not tell her everything in detail.

I have always been close to my mother, but I never liked to share every detail of my life with her, even though she wanted to know it. But I just wasn't comfortable with her knowing all my private things. I believe that you can be close to your mother, without her being involved in all your decisions, attitudes and thoughts. We talk more or less about everything, but I have set some boundaries for myself about what I want to share with her and I think that's exactly why we have a relatively good and healthy relationship.

"Yeah, I mean it's not something I'll do forever, it's just a temporary type of thing, so while I'm here I might as well earn some money." I say. "And everybody's nice to me, of course, I already told you that Carlos is a wonderful person and boyfriend to Sophie, and Charles..He's not so bad either."

"You don't sound so convincing with the other one." She says referring to Charles.

"Don't worry really, both of them are very nice, it's just that I don't know Charles very well yet and I haven't spent much time with him so I can't say much about him." I say honestly.

While talking to her on the phone, I get up and head to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. While walking to the kitchen, I pass by the mirror and almost get scared when I see what I look like. Shaggy hair in a bun, without a hint of makeup, braless in an extra-large t-shirt with a print of Los Pollos Hermanos that also serves as my nightgown and house slippers on my feet. I guess I'm not one of those ex girlfriends that has a glow up after a breakup, but oh well.

"Well, as long as you're happy and safe, I'm fine with it." My mom says. "And besides, I think it's good for you that you left Manchester for a bit. Stay as long as you want."

"Really?" I am a bit taken aback and surprised by her words. "How come you think so?" I ask while waiting for coffee to be poured from the machine into the cup.

"I-I.." Just as she was about to say something the doorbell rings. Sophie went to lunch with Carlos, I doubt they forgot their keys.

"Mom, there's someone at the door, I'll have to call you a little later, okay?"

"Okay, we'll talk later, bye." She says and I hung up the phone.

I leave my phone on the kitchen counter and just as I'm about to go into the hallway to open the door, I accidentally pull the cup with my hand and spill hot coffee on my right thigh.

"Ouchh!" I almost scream in pain while the hot coffee continues to pour down my leg. "Fuck!!" My eyes get watery from the pain and stinging. Cursing my clumsiness I grab a cloth and wipe my thigh which is burning more and more and the doorbell keeps ringing. I go and open the front door when none other than Charles is standing leaning against the door frame.

"Charles, what are you doing here?" I ask with a sniff. I don't open the door all the way, but just peek out with my head. The last thing I needed is him here while I'm crying over my coffee burn and looking like I got mowed by a tornado.

"Y/n, are you alright? Why are you crying?" He asks, his expression immediately turned serious as he tries to enter.

"I just spilled hot coffee on myself. Please don't come in.." I really don't want him to see me like this.

"Let me help you." He says ignoring me and coming in anyway closing the door behind him.

"No, Charles..I-I'll be fine." I say pulling my t-shirt down with one hand and still holding the cloth with the other one.

"Let me see." He bends down and removes my hand with which I'm holding the cloth. "You got burned well." He says.

"Yeah, I can feel it. It hurts pretty bad."

"Come here." He waves his hand for me to follow him into the bathroom. It seems like he has already been in this apartment before. They probably had some gathering at Sophie's, so he knows where everything is.

"Sit there." He says pointing to the tub as he takes a small towel from the shelf under the sink and soaks it in cold water. I briefly feel a sense of relief as he kneels down in front of me and places a wet towel over my burn.

"You know, I really appreciate your help, but I feel terribly uncomfortable-"

"Yeah, I already saw that you don't have a bra on." He cuts me off and my cheeks instantly get as red as the burn on my thigh.

"You don't have to point it out like that.." I can't help but chuckle a little at his nonchalant response.

"You really do have to stop embarrassing yourself in front of me." He laughs.

"Why did you come here in the first place?" I ask shaking my head.

"I'm here to pick up Carlos. We agreed to go to the gym together, and he said he would be at Sophie's." He says taking the towel off my thigh and soaking it again. "So here I am. Where are the two of them anyway?"

"They went out for lunch. I think they should be back any minute now since they've been gone for a while." As he comes back with the cold towel I notice that he's wearing the red bracelet I gave him last weekend. He puts the towel over my thigh again and gently presses it.

"And what are you doing alone in the apartment, except destroying it?" I really like this funny side of Charles. For I moment I wished he could be like this all the time.

"Certainly not waiting for you." I playfully answer back.

"Yeah, sure you aren't." He says confidently and I roll my eyes at him. "I'm going to clean up that coffee you spilled on the floor." You can see the kitchen from the bathroom, so he definitely made sure I knew that he saw the mess I made.

While Charles is cleaning up in the kitchen, I quickly go to my room and put on shorts and a bra under my t shirt. Since he's already seen me at my worst, I decide not to fix my hair but to leave it messy like this. It's already too late now to look presentable anyway.

"Have you put on a bra yet?" He asks shamelessly as I enter the kitchen.

"Has anyone ever told you that you can be very inappropriate?" I honestly ask him.

"Quite rude thing to say to someone who just helped you."

"Thank you. Charles. For your generous help." I say slightly sarcastically through gritted teeth. "Do you want me to check when they're coming back?"

"Why? Can't wait to get rid of me?"

"No." I roll my eyes. "I'm just asking if you're in a hurry."

"I'm not. I'll wait for him. I hope they'll be back soon." He says taking a seat on the high chair at the kitchen island.

"Do you want something to drink while you wait?"

"A glass of water will do."

I reach for a glass from the top kitchen unit and in the process I scratch the injured thigh on the handle of the lower element. I wince in pain and curse under my breath.

"Be careful, where is your towel?" Charles asks me getting up from the chair. Before I can say I left it on the tub, he's already back from the bathroom with it. "Sit there." He almost orders me and I do it obediently while he soaks the towel again in the kitchen sink. He moves my hand from my thigh and puts the wet towel over it.

I don't know why, but I decide not to tell him that I can do it myself. And he doesn't say it either but proceeds to hold his hand a little longer over the cold compress looking down at it and gently pressing on it. I lift up my head to look up at him and for a second we lock our eyes together without saying a word.

"I-I.." In a moment of nervousness I wanted to say something just to break the silence, but luckily I hear the front door open. Charles quickly moves his hand away and goes to the opposite side of the kitchen island clearing his throat.

"Hello..guys..?" Sophie says as Carlos and her enter the kitchen looking very confused at the scene before them.

part 3

[raincitygirl76]

I reblogged a post a few days ago about costuming in Dead Boy Detectives, but I can’t find it now. The OP made comments about how Crystal’s clothing choices are so different after she lost her memories rather than before she lost her memories. Crystal Surname-Von Hoverkraft wore dramatic makeup, designer clothes, very body-con looks, acrylic nails, sometimes straightened her naturally curly hair. Presumably to look whiter.

Crystal Palace wears minimal makeup and comfy clothes which look like they’ve been thrifted. And she doesn’t straighten her hair.

Crystal’s post memory loss clothes probably WERE thrifted. She had no ID and probably no money on her when Edwin and Charles exorcized her. Whatever clothes she had besides what she was wearing at the exorcism are probably provided by Charles and Edwin. Who likely had limited amounts of cash. So she would’ve gone to thrift stores to find clothes to wear.

Edited to add:

@k-pepp came through! This is the original awesome post from @deconstructthesoup ! Go read!

[spookystree]

You know what time it issss

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Edwin is the only one who doesn't post much on social media

On Instagram specifically is where the other three post

They also 100% have an Instagram GC with a stupid fucking name

Crystal also uses Snapchat a lot

The very little Edwin does post is always about Charles, their dog or books, nothing else

Charles posts photo dumps of him and his friends, sometimes stuff about his hobbies

Niko has a main account, a hair/nails account AND an edit account

The only person who knows the edit one's username is her girlfriend 😭😭

Crystal has a beauty school acc (makeup, hair, nails, all that jazz) and a main

Both Niko and Crystal's mains are full of fit checks, art and makeup stuff

Monty posts sunset photos and book stuff a lot

The cat king's is just entirely of him, no hobbies to be seen, just pictures of him

There's some really old pictures of him and Edwin up though, you'd have to scroll very far down to see them cause he posts very often

Jenny doesn't like social media so she stays off of it for the most part

She posts a happy birthday for her friends though

Esther's is similar to the cat king's, the only difference is she also posts meal pictures

Esther in this au is Monty's stepmom

Monty is occasionally in a post, pretty much only on his birthday

This makes me really wanna draw phone case designs for them 😭😭

[star-lights-up]

Help me choose my next fanfic series!!

Hear Me Out, my current cherik AU, is winding to a close. While I do have about 3 other WIPs, I want to choose a new project too! Because why not!! (plus I'm almost done with one of them)

So, I've got a bunch of explanations for some AUs I've been pondering (below the poll).... read through, and then choose your favorite!!

Boy Bands AU:

The Brotherhood and The X Men are two "rival" bands under the same record label, generally pitted against each other to create media attention.

This would either be an actual enemies to lovers, where Charles and Erik, as the frontmen of their respective bands, are always fighting... until they're not, and they realize that their manager, Sebastian Shaw, is up to no good.

OR they're enemies in public, secretly already in love, but their awful, honestly kind of abusive manager Sebastian Shaw would be absolutely livid if he found out, so they're going to great lengths to protect the secret (obviously, they're found out, and chaos ensues)

Includes: Dancing, singing, both of them discovering thirst trap edits of them online, Sebastian Shaw being the Worst Person Ever, great outfits + makeup, drama, hidden relationship (either way), and probably a playlist of songs that they "made" because I'm too lazy to write lyrics for them to sing, so I will be stealing songs.

Hogwarts AU ("The Dare List"):

It's the group's last year at hogwarts, and they want to go out with a bang! So, they make a list of dares, and partner up. Whichever pair completes the most dares by the end of the year wins.

Obviously, Charles and Erik pair up -- they've been best friends forever. But Charles kind of wants to admit his feelings for Erik before it's too late, and as the dares get increasingly dangerous and the trauma bonding begins, he begins to wonder if Erik feels the same...

Includes: Me trying really hard to pretend I actually finished reading harry potter, first class kids and their hijinks, probably a few minor ships like hank/raven and alex/darwin, them sneaking into the prefect bathroom to use the hot tub, lots of fluff and chaos, ravenclaw!Charles and slytherin!Erik, also we respect slytherins in this household no way they're ALL evil lmao, Erik's certainly not, pranks, detention, and general chaos. Oh, and did i mention chaos?

Outer Banks (OBX) AU:

In the outer banks, there's two kinds of people: Kooks, and Pogues. kooks with multiple houses, pogues with multiple jobs. Erik's a pogue -- and even though it bugs him that the kooks always, always win, he's generally happy. At least, he was... until his mother went missing at sea, six months ago, looking for hidden treasure.

She's not dead. She can't be.

So Erik starts hunting for the gold -- and ends up needing the help of his best friend's brother, Charles Xavier, kook prince, to find it.

Literally just a cherik-ified version of OBX. Probably not the whole series, just snapshots that you can figure out the plot from. I'm not doing every second of every episode, that's too much.

We have: Raven as Kie, Erik as John B, the other first class kids as the other pogues, Charles as Sarah, his stepfather as Ward, Edie as Big John, Shaw as Mr. Singh. Also, I'm only going to go to season 3 if i make this, since I don't feel like doing the blackbeard arc or whatever.

Includes: adorable wedding vows + nicknames, beachy fluff, lots of angst, what's probably going to be an unfortunate mischaracterization of Edie I'm sorry, first class kids hijinks, charles being a sweetheart and a spoiled brat at the same time, Erik with long-ish hair, surfing.

That's it! Go choose! Thank you <33

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

What’s your pov on her pregnancies? Of the body or surrogate?

I'm opening Pandora's Box tonight in honor of the eclipse.

I'm 80/20.

20% of the body because:

There are tiny skinny-Minnie people in my family who didn't gain any weight during their pregnancies except in their faces and in the baby bumps (as photographs of Meghan depict), so I know it's possible.

That one appearance of Meghan where she accompanied Harry but hid backstage until he cajoled her out. She was not looking her best that day (very puffy, bloated face) and seemed a bit angry, to me, at being called out/forced onto the stage to stay hello.

Padding the bump - which some celebs do, especially when their bump isn't the typical "cute" baby belly - can explain the difference in sizing day-to-day.

How early it was announced.

How long it took Meghan to lose the baby weight - she was still carrying a lot of extra weight at Trooping 2019 (and the weight gain was amplified for me by poor styling choices with her hair, hat, and outfit).

80% surrogacy because:

There was no PR about Meghan's pregnancy compared to Kate's, and Meghan has always done the "anything Kate can do I can do better" PR competition every chance she could. If Meghan had terrible morning sickness, it'd have been all over the tabloids about how much worse than Kate Meghan's morning sickness is. If Meghan didn't have any sickness, it'd have been all over the tabloids about how much better and hard-working Meghan is during her pregnancy.

The excessive belly-groping and coat-flicking. Yes, she was doing that on purpose to get all the cameras and attention, but IMO she was doing it so excessively that it crossed into "the lady doth protest too much" territory for me.

The bending over and squatting down with knees and feet together. I've never been pregnant but I am a bigger girl who carries her weight in her midsection and who also cannot bend or squat down with knees, ankles, and feet together.

The alleged deal she had with Trevor that if she had a baby, he would pay for a personal trainer and a nutritionist and a nanny so she could whip her body back into shape. That's not someone who wants to be pregnant (but of course, people *can* change their minds. But still.)

The "rules of engagement" that Meghan and Harry sent to their Windsor neighbors/community about how the neighbors couldn't speak to the Sussexes or take their photographs.

The inconsistencies between what Harry reported in Spare and what the Portland Hospital's actual procedures are and the people who were involved.

Meghan choosing to deliver at Portland instead of Lindo and refusing to serve the baby on a silver platter after birth. The Lindo photocall is one of Diana's five* iconic photos. Are you telling me that Meghan happily copies Diana's outfits, copies Diana's pregnancy woes (emotional/mental distress to the point of self-harm), copies Diana's complaints about the BRF and the grey suits, copies Diana's second pregnancy announcement, and copies Diana's Panorama makeup...but she draws the line at copying Diana's Lindo photoshoots? And has a controlled photoshoot with one television camera and one photographer instead?

Meghan's birth "stories" matching more of the American Hollywood stereotypes than actual British practice.

Just one papwalk during all of her second pregnancy.

Hiding her belly with a giant-ass purse during the NYC baby shower after having spent the evening partying with friends, including Markus Anderson.

Harry's first appearance after Archie's birth being in the horse stables at Windsor instead of around the hospital (as William and Charles had been) and also Harry's "babies change so much in two weeks" comment.

Tacky social media influencer games with Archie's first photos under the guise of "privacy" - showing us the back of his head first, or his hand or his foot. Just show us the damn baby. No one cares about him that much.

Editing Archie's birth certificate.

Sara Latham bungling the media strategy for Archie's birth announcement. (Let's be real here. It's not Kensington Palace that fucked it up. It was the Sussexes' own people giving KP the wrong information in the first place.)

In the same vein of Meghan's "anything Kate can do I can do better" PR competition, there have been no stories about how Meghan felt of the early baby days. Kate and her family/friends have gone on record about how difficult the first few weeks with George were. Where is Meghan's equivalent? If Archie was a terrible newborn, then where are the stories about how much worse than Kate Meghan had it? Or if Archie was a happy, easy newborn, then where are the stories about how easy Meghan found motherhood? Instead the only story we got was "oops, it's feed time. Gotta go. Peace."

How early the pregnancy was announced.

How quickly (and suspiciously) the clinic/practice that Meghan used for her second pregnancy closed soon after Lili was born.

On that note, I don't subscribe to the theory that a lot of you may have (and which has ended up in my inbox quite a few times) that Archie doesn't know who Meghan is because he didn't smell her milk in South Africa and had a reaction. First off, PLEASE stop sending me that. I REALLY don't want to read about Meghan's breasts anymore.

Second, I don't think the Sussexes having nannies to help care for Archie is the kiss of death that many of you think it is. Some people just aren't baby people or little kid people. Some people like the older years better, when the kid can talk and is a little more independent and mobile. I've always suspected that that's Meghan and Harry, because all of their PR about wanting kids or liking kids has alwas featured older school-aged kids. They're not baby/toddler/early years people. And that's OK. That's not something to condemn them for.

And I don't think it's fully fair to call them out on their hypocrisy of what they said they wouldn't do as parents before they had children. Some of the hypocrisy is deserved (like the comment about not dressing their kids as Victorian ghost children but then turning around and giving Lili a Victorian ghost child dress for her 1st birthday photo), but they do deserve more grace than they're sometimes given; people just don't know how hard parenting or having children is until the baby is here. Yes, ding them for saying they'd never have a nanny but then turning around and hiring two or three, but also let's acknowledge that they know they can't (or don't, or won't, however you want to say it) care for their own kids themselves and hired responsible caretakers.

Finally third, I don't think Meghan ever breastfed those kids. Maybe she tried in the beginning with Archie, but if she did, she gave up pretty quickly. Those kids are formula babies. That's OK! So I don't buy the theory she was taking hormones and her weight gain was hormone-induced. Again, it's because of the missing "anything Kate can do I can do better" competition here.

*Diana's top 5 iconic photos are (in no particular order) the wedding dress portrait, the Lindo photos, the Taj Mahal photo, the Panorama photo, and the Revenge Dress photo.

[sincerelyverena]

Hello hello :))

If I may request Charles introducing ska to an alternative!reader?? As a goth and metahead myself (mainly), I'm just begging to learn more about other subcultures I love alt people 🛐🛐

Thank you very much!

⟡⁺ TOO MUCH, TOO YOUNG

AAAHHHH ANON. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! this was such a creative prompt, every second of this i loved writing and brainstorming now i know a fuck time about ska, so thank you! xox

. . . CHARLES ROWLAND X GN!READER ‘gi we de birth control, we no want no pickni.’ @andforthecoating

inbox is always open for requests!

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✦ ﹒charles is sick of your music taste and believes he can damn well introduce you to his favourite genre of tunes and make you love it.

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✦ ﹒platonic pairing﹐charles and reader bonding over music﹐charles being passionate about ska oh lord marry me pls ﹐brainstorming verena is super excited to get this done ﹐hello again its editing verena i would marry this fic and anon if i had the chance to wow it turnt out PERFECT

THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL BETA READERS: @no-baths-for-stan

‘You got the same CDs, haven’t you?’

Charles was rustling around in your room. You were preoccupied with applying your makeup for the day, watching him kneel by your disc collection as you glimpsed into your reflection. ‘Temple of Love’ by Sisters of Mercy stifled the background noise as you worked.

‘You should know,’ you remarked, dipping your gaze towards the palette by your side. You plunged the tip of your brush into the darkest powder in sight, moving it towards the space where your eyebrows were supposed to be. ‘Seeing as you like to rummage through them so often.’

‘It’s all the same tunes, innit?’ Charles blew out a short breath, hands falling to the edge of the cardboard box as he fell back on his heels. He glanced up towards you. ‘Same old genres, bit dull, really.’

You hissed under your breath the slightest as your makeshift brows looked a little off, moving to grab a pint of concealer to correct the mistake. Completely disregarding Charles’s complaints in the process. ‘What can I say? I like what I like.’

The young ghost rose to his feet. He took a step towards your bed, snatching his jacket. Charles shoved both arms into the garment, using one to gesture towards your vanity. ‘When are you finished with that, then?’

The brush that was patting down your skin paused mid-movement. And at last, you drew your eyes away from what you were doing, falling upon the British male with a curious look. ‘Makeup?’

‘Yup.’

You turned to look at yourself. Half of your complexion was blended out with a smooth, pure-white foundation whilst the other half of your face was still waiting for some sort of application. ‘A while,’ you decided to say.

‘Well, when you’re done with that, yeah,’ Charles began. He had moved to sit down on the edge of your bed. He rested his elbows upon the dark fabric of his pants covering his knees, watching as you continued to apply the base of your look. ‘We’re off to the record shop.’

‘Charles, you’re not going to make me buy albums I won’t even listen to.’ You reached forwards towards your phone to skip ahead a few songs, falling onto Bauhaus. 

‘Maybe.’ The pointed grin on Charles’s face was unmissable as he rose back to his feet. He shoved his hands into his pockets, looking as devious as Charles Rowland could ever be. ‘But I’ll play you some music that’ll proper blow your mind.’

You rolled your eyes, knocking off spare powder from the edge of your tools. ‘We’ll see.’

That’s how you found yourself outside of the Vinyl Vault, a tiny record shop a block away from the Tongue & Tail that you liked to frequent when on the lookout for new albums. Not too keen on looking insane, you barely acknowledged Charles on the walk through the store, giving one of the usual employees a small wave. 

Finally, surrounded by nothing but stacks of albums and walls of vinyl, you turned towards Charles, who was in the middle of flicking through the discs with a searching gaze.

‘You’re on a mission,’ you observed, crossing two arms over your chest.

‘A mission to broaden your musical horizons,’ Charles quipped, the pads of his fingers quick as he flicked through a few more. A soft noise of approval left his mouth as he leant back and  withdrew a certain CD with a black and white-centric design. ‘Oi, have you ever given ska a listen?’

You tracked Charles with curious eyes as he approached the small CD player propped on a nearby table, fingers flicking to pop the disc out. ‘Nah, but my uncle was real into it. Kind of made me tune it out, so I never really gave it a shot.’

‘Well, looks like your lucky day has come,’ Charles drawled. He was unable to stifle the small smile that crossed his lips as he pressed a few buttons on the player before the disc whirred and an off-beat rhythm sounded throughout the shop. ‘One of my personal favourites, this is.’

‘Which is?’

‘The Specials.’

You stood and listened alongside Charles to the first track. There was something undeniably catchy about it, and one glance towards Charles reckoned he thought the same. As his foot tapped and his lips inaudibly made out some of the lyrics.

As the first track ended, you decided to speak up. ‘I never thought you would be into the blues.’

‘Try Jamaican,’ Charles answered in turn, as he plopped down on the double sofa in the corner by another stack of albums that customers had left abandoned. He absentmindedly flicked through them, bobbing his head as the second track started.

‘Do The Dog.’ You had recognised this one as you sat next to him. ‘Yeah?’

‘Ska came about in Jamaica in the late ’50s, that did,’ Charles began to explain to you, setting down one of the albums atop his knees as he looked towards you. There was a soft fire alight in his eyes as he continued to explain. ‘Two-Tone—y’know that genre from around here, yeah?—mixed Jamaican ska with punk and new wave, creating that ska-rock and ska revival sound.’

‘Interesting. So it has North American influence?’

‘Caribbean, that is.’

‘Huh.’ You pondered for a second, taking in all the sounds and rhythms the genre had to offer. You turned towards Charles, who was staring at you, awaiting your response. ‘I like it.’

‘See? Knew you would.’ Charles looked elated, nudging you a little in the ribs as he spoke.

The two of you fell into some sort of content silence as the album shifted onto its next track. You leant against the arm of the chair, head falling back against the curve of Charles’s shoulder, hearing the tune flood through the little corner of the shop recklessly. 

You both allowed the album to play out to the very end before you went up to the front counter to buy it, dumping it into the little bag you had brought. You refused to admit it but Charles had won, this time.

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[houseofbrat]

Something like this was always coming down the pipeline. Whatever the reason Middleton’s disappearance from public life eventually turned out to be, it was never going to be something fun. And now we know the precise shape of that darker reality. This video was followed by commentary from journalists and online mouthpieces that anybody who speculated about her whereabouts ought to be ashamed of themselves. Helen Lewis wrote a piece for the Atlantic headlined “I Hope You All Feel Terrible Now.” But it’s not guilt the public ought to be feeling. It’s a more wide-ranging kind of disgust about monarchy in general. I don’t blame Middleton for any of this. She knew what she was signing up for in joining the royal family, sure, but I think it’s right and human to feel sorry for a mother of young children who has received a cancer diagnosis. That said, turning the blame on the public at large is disingenuous. Yes, the speculation online has been insane. People undoubtedly took it too far, with the TikTok sleuthing, the prurience with which many engaged in conspiracy theories about where she had gone. The jokes look in very poor taste now. But it didn’t have to be like this. The manner in which the palace went about handling this situation produced that situation. We’re in the odd but useful position of being able to compare what happened with Kate Middleton’s cancer directly with the cancer of another royal at the same moment, King Charles. There, the palace announced enough information to keep nosy hordes at bay, and they did it promptly. What the palace apparently decided to do here was to allow speculation to reach fever pitch over a period of weeks, release an obviously doctored photo of Middleton, blame her for the editing job, approve a grainy piece of bystander footage of her leaving a farm shop, and patch all of this up by trotting out a woman fighting cancer to sit alone on a bench and tell us, in the kindest words they could write for her, to leave her alone. So, a big part of why this feels bad is that massive public relations failure by the palace. But it is also, to a large degree, an inevitable consequence of the fact of whom the royals position themselves to be, and the friction produced by their status in Britain. It’s important to remember that Middleton is not a celebrity in any normal sense. The Kardashians, people of perhaps equivalent fame, do not owe anybody any information about themselves, although they choose to give out a lot of it. But the royals do owe the public, in order to justify their existence. Middleton is a person whom the palace deemed it appropriate to parade out in front of the world media just hours after giving birth to each of her children, hair done, makeup applied. A person whose job, that which she earns taxpayer money for, is to appear in public: to shake hands, to be photographed, to grace schools and businesses with her presence. And she has to do this in strict accordance with the palace’s idea of what a princess ought to be. Polite, modestly dressed, humble, uncomplaining, smoothed of any rough edges that might constitute a personality. The idea that a person like that could just disappear, and people wouldn’t wonder where she was, is ludicrous. The royal family turns its members into figures who exist purely as spectacle, as glossy, likable ciphers for monarchical power. They have taught the public that they exist for us to see. That’s a hard lesson for people to unlearn.

Imogen West-Knights, "The Hideous Circus of the Monarchy," Slate

[randomfoggytiger]

Collector's Edition: Bill Scully, MSR, and Pain (Part I)

How to melt the Abominable SnowBilly, Season 2 through Season 7 (IVF arc not included.)

**Note**: I had to eliminate fics not specifically related to an illness or injury because the word capacity on Tumblr is uncharitably short.

Loose chronological order below~

SammyLovesASOIAF's I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend

He chuckled to himself. The Scully siblings were a weird juxtaposition of different traits. Bill Jr. was strict, Melissa was carefree, Scully was careful, and Charles—well, he was always in absentia. 

AU-- Post One Breath Mulder is almost creamed by a firework before Bill Scully saves him.

@living-in-unreality/@television-overload/ContentsPriceless's beautiful (Ao3)

The pieces slowly come together in his mind, everything he knows about Fox Mulder. His mother must have seen it long ago, hence her willingness to help him this morning. And he would have stood in the way.

Bill Scully can see the love in Mulder's attempts to paint on Scully's makeup for her.

MldrItsMe's A Favor

“Should Dana be out of bed?” Bill grumbled.

Mulder involuntarily squeezed Scully a little closer to himself. “She asked me to,” he said. He thought better of adding “hold her” and just let the situation speak for itself.

AU-- Redux II Scully is suffering on her deathbed: 96 pounds and swiftly losing independence.

@scully-loves-ruthie's cancer arc: mulder sneaks a dying scully out

Bill will storm into her hospital room after, a firecracker beneath a teacup ready to explode sending the fine shards of his rage into the newlyweds.  He’ll find himself frozen his fuse stamped out at the sight of his sister’s frail and fading body wrapped like a puzzle piece inside Mulder’s arms, the couple sound asleep.

AU-- Redux II Bill doesn't rip Mulder's head off after finding out he and Scully were quickly married.

intrepidment's Bill and me

"You had talent for medicine, Dana, everyone admitted that. You would've had every right to be haughty, but you never flaunted your talent then. Then you changed your mind, you became an investigator, and suddenly you're this overconfident professional."

I opened my mouth to rebuke him, but I had to admit he was right. Somewhat. 

Post Redux II Bill and Scully have a siblings' semantics fight over Mulder's napping body.

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s (FFN) Number 9 for the dialogue prompt.

Mulder hasn’t got very far when he hears Bill call out, stopping him in his tracks. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

Post Redux II Bill gives Mulder his version of a blessing.

@lotsoforangesoutside/@lotzzoforangezoutside‘s (Ao3) Seven Pound and Six Ounces (Ao3)

He’s never held a day-old baby before this one.

And now, Fox Mulder can proudly say that he has held one, changed his diaper, and napped with the tiny thing like a log in the cradle of his arm.

With his other arm held by one Dana Scully, his hand holding hers. On the sofa in her big brother’s living room.

Post Emily Bill lets Mulder and Scully be.

soverysesual's The Truth Not Considered

He frowned as he observed the scene in front of him: his sister was sitting up, her head resting in an awkward position as she dozed, the mug of tea precariously balanced in one of her hands, while Mulder held her other hand grasped between both of his, as if he was clinging to her for dear life.

Post Emily Bill (reluctantly) helps Scully get comfy next to Mulder.

Marguerite's (Ao3) When the Bough Broke

Bill is standing between us and the embers of last night's fire. Scully has not stirred; I still keep her within the circle of my arms. Her brother's face is unreadable. I make a helpless gesture with my hand, but he stops me and points to my face. It's still wet with tears.

Post Emily Bill finally understands and becomes comrade-in-arms.

pen-paper-aliens/theficisoutthere/aka PPA's 95 ❤️

She’s still holding that hand when we walk in, nobody notices, or if they do, they don’t care. Bill notices too, but even he doesn’t say anything. What do you say to a mother who lost a child she never knew? 

AU-- Post Emily Bill lets his sister find comfort in her partner.

Jen's (mulderscreek)

Christmas Eve & Airports and Christmas & Mrs. Scully's House

"He's upstairs," Dana said and could swear she heard Bill mutter something under his breath. 

AU-- S6 Scully convinces Mulder to join her and her family for Christmas and ends up nursing his unexpected strep throat.

@baronessblixen‘s (Ao3) 

Christmas With The Scullys (Tumblr)

“My bed,” she says, just to clarify. She hears a clatter from behind her and doesn’t need to turn around to know that Bill is there and listening.

S7 Bill and Scully battle it out after she brings an injured Mulder to the Scully family Christmas party.

O Holy No - Chapter 7 (Tumblr)

“Where’s the guy?” he asks, chewing with his mouth open.

“Do you mean Mulder?” Her brother nods, stuffing more chips into his mouth. It reminds her of when they were teenagers and Bill, towering over her and Melissa, would steal their snacks and interrogate them, claiming it was his duty when their father wasn’t home.

AU-- Mulder and Scully, newly minted couple that they are, both fly out to Bill's house for Christmas... and are greeted with unexpected shenanigans.

Shoshana's

Almost Home (4/4)

"Hey, wife," he said, approaching her from behind.

Mulder wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"I don't think Bill suspects a thing," she told him gravely.

AU-- Post Requiem Mulder is returned with ongoing medical complications; but that doesn't stop the leftover Conspiracy or Bill Scully's lingering concerns.

And salliejohns's

Mr. Mulder, Mother Maggie, and Empty Place Settings

It was a big risk, but it paid off well. We were able to establish contact with our old boss and he came through for us, sending Bill Scully, Jr. a cryptic message about his dry cleaning.

AU-- S9 Bill is happy to find his sister and her partner alive in California; but that doesn't erase the pain of losing touch with his mother while Maggie raises baby William in hiding.

Hestia01‘s (Ao3) The Next Great Adventure Chapter 1 and Chapter 5

"Bill, they're here!"

Bill looks around, now looking concerned for his mother's grip on reality. "Who's here?"

"Dana's here! She brought Fox along, too! You can't see them, but they stayed!"

Giving his mother a pitying look, he nods indulgently. "Sure, Mom, whatever helps."

AU-- The crack adventures of Mulder and Scully after death (Skinner hoarding their poster and Bill getting his comeuppance included.)

@incidental-ao3/incidental's

Keep It All the Year

“Where’d he go?” she asked. He shrugged.

“Got in a cab,” he said. “I don’t know where to.” Scully groaned.

“Maybe one of you should stay put so the other can find them,” he said, but she wasn’t listening at all.

“He left his phone at the hotel, I bet he went back to get it,” she said, barreling passing Bill down the stairs and grabbing the keys.

AU-- S6 Mulder is dragged out to Scully's torturous family Christmas in San Diego, where the franchise becomes a complete disaster all the way 'round (Diana included.)

bluesamutra's una via - Chapter 4, Chapter 5 and Chapter 6

Dana had been at death’s door before he showed up at the hospital with a computer chip and a story straight out of a Michael Crichton book.  Bill had stood by in disbelief when she, a woman of science, trusted him enough to put it in her neck.

And yet.

And yet, he had watched from the shadows of her room, unseen, when Mulder crept into her room that same night and wept silently into her hand. 

AU-- Post Amor Fati Bill Scully's family reunion takes a serious turn when Matthew almost drowns and Mulder injures his shoulder during the rescue.

@scully-eats-sushi/ijustknew's

You're Not Alone and You're Not Alone II

She’d barely stepped inside their mother’s home before Bill had started inspecting her injuries, making her instantly regret not wearing a turtleneck. He went so far as to grasp her chin and tilt her head up to get a better look at them. Irritated, she’d shoved his hand away and declared “I’m fine” before stepping past him to embrace her mother.

Post Millennium Mulder and Scully are navigating their relationship post episode, with their own personal complications as well as her family, profiling, and on-the-job demands.

Red0313's Nothing Breaks Like a Heart

We make eye contact. He knows I am awake. I can’t even fake it. This should be good. Kick a man while he’s down, literally.

“Mister Mulder, I see you’re going to be just fine. That seems to make my sister very happy,” he huffs. Something’s eating him up.

S7 Bill observes his sister's pain and penance after Mulder takes a bullet for her.

Susan Proto’s Barbecue Series 14, The - Labor of Love

She must have picked up Matty, because all I hear from him now are soft whimpers instead of hysterical crying. And then I hear her ask, "What happened, Bill?"

"He got hit by the Harley. He ran into the street and got hit by the Harley."

A Harley?

AU-- Mulder has been bullied by Bill for years, and finally sets his foot down after the other throws away his engagement ring.

@tatooedlaura-blog/tatooedlaura/Laura Sprys​’s Always Been Yours

Mulder was out of the shower and in the kitchen helping Scully with a makeshift dinner when Charlie and Bill walked through the door. Scully's eyes swam again when she saw her older brother. Hugging her tightly, he looked over toward Mulder and nodded his head.

In shocked surprise, he walked over a shook Bill's hand, "hello again."

AU-- S7 Maggie is unexpectedly killed in a car accident; and Bill keeps to himself while Mulder prevents Scully from falling apart.

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