#christophers haven

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Random observation:

I've speculated before that the house in Carlisle was for Jeremy Renners show Rennervations

The house itself is a beautiful old Georgian revival (Ooof dream house personally, even if it is a little big for my two person family and I wouldn't want to be vacuuming THAT all of the time, I 💕 old houses, have you ever followed "Buildings of New England" on the gram 😍)

I've observed the L&D situation for a while and have never seen anything that matched the Carlisle place on either their grid or in their stories

What's more is the video of 🐟 playing video games doesn't match any of the known images of any of Christopher's residences...

Here's my theory:

The delay in any reveal of the renovation of the house was due to it being purchased for the purposes of participation in Jeremy's show

If you've watched it you'll notice that most of these projects are for someone else benefit as a way of giving back to the community

This is something that Christopher has done before for his mother (we know that boy loves his Mama) with the Concord Youth Theatre which she runs where he helped rescue and renovate an old church so that the group would have a permanent home 🏘️

What is one of his other favourite charities that is locally based? Christopher's Haven

What if the Carlisle residence is not a place for him to live, but a house purchased with the intention of joining in with Renner on giving back to one of his favourite charities? A residence for families to stay in while their children are receiving treatment

It sounds much more like something Christopher would elect to participate in 🙏

But because of the strikes, nothing can be promoted or confirmed, even by L&D.....

Just my opinion

🤍🪽✨

[pixxiies]

pillow talk

pairing ;; chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings ;; lowercase intended and pet names , its all fluff:3

word count ;; 671

a/n ;; ANYTHING FOR AN A+ IS AT 81 NOTES!! also this will be a bit short, just wanted to finish the day with a small little fic for u guys 🫶 also my requests are open!! sometimes idk what to write so if u guys want me to write smth ill gladly do it <3

pink: you

orange: chris

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“can you go get me some water baby?” i asked my boyfriend as i turn off the sink from washing my face. “yeah of course.” he answered with a nod. he left the bathroom and went up the stairs to go get a bottle of water for me.

i sighed softly as i opened my skincare bag, grabbing my serum and moisturizer. i twirl the tiny bottle and squeezed the sticky liquid on my cheeks and forehead. i rubbed the serum into my skin gently before i opened the moisturizer. i dipped my pointer finger into the container and spread it onto my face.

once i was finished with my skincare, i left the bathroom and went back into chris’ room. i grabbed the lighter and sparked the vanilla cookie scented candle lit. i smiled gently when the scent immediately began to fill the air. i laid into chris’ bed, my head against his pillow as i waited for him to come back from the kitchen. the candle basically being the only source of light in the room.

soon enough i heard the door open. i turned my head and smiled at chris softly. “alright i got your water.” the brunette boy said as he placed the bottle of water in my hands. “took ya long enough.” i giggle, sitting up and putting a pillow in my lap then clicking open the water bottle. “i was helping matt with something.” he said, laying down on his stomach next to me. i rolled my eyes with a sarcastic nod.

“how was your day with aaliyah?” chris asked while reaching out to hold my hand. “it was alot of fun! we went to gamestop because she wanted to get another twd game since her old cd broke.” i spoke softly, my thumb rubbing his hand. “and then we went to wingstop for lunch, ohh! i also bought you the plushie you wanted.” i continued to ramble about my day. chris’ eyes twinkled and a small smile smeared on his face once i mentioned the plushie. “awh really? is it the bunny one?” he asked me, hugging the pillow underneath him. i nodded as my other hand went down to play around with his loose curls. “mhm! it gets here tomorrow i think.” i claimed.

chris hummed quietly as i started to play with his hair, “you wanna go out for breakfast tomorrow?” he asked me softly, melting into my touch. “always.�� i smile as i adjust the way i was laying down. i placed the water bottle on the nightstand and turned back to chris. “can we go to barnes n nobles too? i need to pick up the third book of a good girls guide to murder.” i whispered, noticing chris seemed like he was falling asleep. my arms wrapped around shoulders while his arms circled around my waist. “mhm.” he mumbled quietly as he quickly got comfortable into my touch.

the room stayed quiet for a few more minutes until chris started to yap about something. “did you know baby elephants can’t control their trunks?” he mumbled in a tired tone. i smile softly, “i did know that, did you know that otters hold each other’s hand while they fall asleep so they don’t drift apart?” i asked. i could hear chris let out a small giggle. “they are kinda like us.” he muttered. i snickered quietly. “they are, aren’t they?” i was speaking in a calming voice now since chris was now basically half asleep. he let out a small hum of agreement. “i love you” he whispered, his eyes opening and looking up at me. i couldn’t help but let out a small downward smile. “i love you too c.” i whispered back while i pecked his forehead gently. the brunette boy shut his eyes and he hid his face into my neck. “g’night princess.” he uttered into my skin. “goodnight sweet boy.” i breathed as i rested my chin on the top of his head and shut my eyes.

a/n part 2 ;; this was sm fun to write , goodnight babes <3

taglist: @cheetahmadi @mattsluttywaist

[jessmmariano]

Just saw a comment on the Gilmore Girls subreddit that Jess was exactly like Christopher and Logan was exactly like Luke…closed the app after that one. 😬

[supercreig]

"What the ever loving shit? That asshole lied to me about these grapes!"

"...Grapes? What were you trying to do with them in the first place?"

"I wanted to enter the demon world, and in order to do that I had to plant these magical grapes, but they died the next day."

"Sorry, but did you just say you wanted to enter the demon world?"

"Sounds like someone got scammed but with grapes."

[4amethyst]

The apology..

Revive me by jl seegars

-Never read groveling makes me as a reader grovel with them DAMN IT WAS SO GOOD

[frimleyblogger]

The Case Of The Haven Hotel

My thoughts on The Case of the Haven Hotel by #ChristopherBush reissued by @DeanStPress #CrimeFiction #BookReview

A review of The Case of the Haven Hotel by Christopher Bush – 231204 The thirty-third in Christopher Bush’s long running Ludovic Travers series, originally published in 1948 and reissued by Dean Street Press, sees the amateur sleuth on holiday at the Haven Hotel. His wife is in Switzerland and Travers has taken the opportunity to take a break, ostensibly with his old mukker, George Wharton,…

[luthqrs]

"Family is a haven in a heartless world. - Christopher Lasch" EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 5x17 | ‘Solitary Man'

[hotshotsxyz]

beer & apologies

(buddie) (722 words) (7x04 coda)

It’s late, later than any reasonable person would show up on a friend’s doorstep, but Buck’s got this bright, warm feeling in his chest and all he wants to do is apologize so he can share it. For a split second he thinks about knocking, but that feels a little too much like going backwards. Instead, he lets himself in and hangs his key on the hook.

“Eddie,” he calls quietly into the still house.

“Kitchen.” The reply is soft, easy, like Eddie was expecting him.

Buck steps into the room and holds up the beer he brought.

Eddie looks up at him and grins, soft and warm in the glow of the lamplight. “What’s that for?”

“This is ‘sorry for acting like a teenager and spraining your ankle’ beer,” Buck says, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”

Eddie sighs and pushes an empty chair back from the table with his foot, gesturing for Buck to sit. “I’m sorry too,” he says.

“No, no, you don’t—" Buck starts.

“Yeah, I do,” Eddie interrupts with a wry grin. “You should definitely be sorry-er, though, so I’ll take the beer.”

Buck snorts and sits, setting the six pack on the table between them.

“We didn’t—well, I didn’t…”

“I know,” Buck says. “I was just—”

“I know,” Eddie says softly.

A few, quiet moments pass, and it’s comfortable, exactly what Buck was missing the last couple of days.

“Hey,” Eddie says suddenly, sitting up a little straighter, “at least now I know why you always said no to basketball.” He smiles, loose and just a tiny bit mischievous.

Buck splutters. “What? No! I wasn’t that bad,” he protests.

Eddie lifts his injured ankle and raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, well maybe, but—”

“Uh-uh,” Eddie says, “no buts. You haven many talents, Buck, but basketball isn’t one of them.”

Buck ducks his head and grins. “Maybe I’ll get Tommy to teach me, then I can beat you without playing dirty.” Saying Tommy’s name out loud gives birth to a few giddy butterflies in his stomach.

“You two make up?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Buck says. “He uh—texted me.” The butterflies turn to little rocks.

“Good,” Eddie says, “that’s good.” He grabs a beer and twists the top off. “I really think you guys will get along, if you give him a chance.”

“We, um. Yeah. We probably will.” Buck grabs a beer of his own and stares at the label.

He doesn’t—he didn’t mean to lie. It just kind of… came out. Which, it’s Eddie. Buck knows he could tell him exactly what happened, right now, and it’d be fine. It’d be completely fine because it’s Eddie and he knows Eddie would be cool about it, probably even happy for him! But when he goes to open his mouth it just. Doesn’t.

“How’s—uh. How’s Marisol?” he asks instead, tripping over his words.

Eddie shrugs. “She’s fine, same as always. Apparently Christopher got her to play Fortnite, which, according to him, was a disaster.”

Buck laughs, shaking his head. “That kid,” he says softly.

“That kid,” Eddie agrees. He takes another swig of beer and sits back.

“Hey, wait,” Buck says suddenly. He lurches forward and snags the bottle out of Eddie’s hand. “You can’t have this, you’re on pain killers.”

“It’s my apology beer!” Eddie protests.

“Nope, two sips is plenty. I can’t hurt your ankle and your liver on the same day.”

“It’s after midnight, it’s tomorrow,” Eddie pouts. “Give it.” He makes a halfhearted attempt to grab it back, but Buck holds the beer aloft.

“Nuh-uh, absolutely not,” Buck says. “You can drink your apology beer this weekend.”

“My apology beer is going to be flat and stale,” Eddie replies, unimpressed.

Buck rolls his eyes. “I’ll buy you a new apology beer, alright?”

“Promises, promises.”

“I will!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie laughs. “You better. Want to bring it over on Saturday? We can watch the game.”

Buck’s grin falters a little bit, even as that warm feeling bubbles up in his chest all over again. “I uh- can’t, sorry.”

“What, you got a hot date or something?” Eddie asks with a laugh.

Buck takes a long swallow from the beer he stole from Eddie. “Yeah, something,” he says with a hollow laugh.

He feels like a liar.

[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Regardless of what side you are on regarding Christopher, its still a very worthy cause that deserves support

💜🪽🌟

[pixxiies]

ima be sick.

[bostonboy1981]

Christmas advent day 8

Chris At Christopher's Haven

[treasurehuntbuck]

Drabble for #19

god first one out the bat and its a doozy.

#19 - Not Strong Enough by boygenius,

The Diaz kitchen is kind of like a liminal space. The soft light never feels too harsh. It smells perpetually of some combination of allspice and the citrus dish soap Eddie prefers. It's always warm, and sometimes Buck swears he can feel the floor beating beneath his feet, the heart of the house, entrenched in the love Eddie has poured into it. It's always been a safe haven, protecting from the horrors of the outside world, a safe harbor in the storm. The day Eddie blows their lives up the house doesn't lose even a little bit of that warmth, that safety, despite the fact that Buck can feel his own heart shattering where it's trapped in his chest. But he forces a smile, cracks a joke, sits on the couch next to Eddie and listens to a very nice woman talk about the Texas heat, about accommodations and school districts and yard sizes. He laughs in all the right places, gets weirdly intense about bathroom tile, and tries to hold himself together long enough to get out of there without setting fire to the rubble that Eddie has inadvertently left in his wake. Buck refuses to panic until he's back at the loft a few hours later.  He stops dead in his tracks once he's made it inside, sighing, all the fight, all the emotion drawn out of his body with his breath. The thing is– Eddie's not leaving Buck. He knows that. He knows that Eddie is going after Christopher, which is what Buck had been silently begging him to do since Chris got on that fucking plane three months ago. So, it's a good thing! Or it should be. Chris is worth it, he's the most important person ever. Not just to Eddie, but to Buck too, aside from Jee, maybe. That doesn't mean Buck's heart doesn't feel cleaved in two, because Eddie might not be leaving Buck. But he is leaving. And Buck is always the one who gets left behind. He'd never seen this one coming though, it had blindsided him, and he doesn't know how to picture a life without Eddie right there next to him. Losing Chris to Texas had been one of the hardest things Buck's ever dealt with, but it was always supposed to be temporary. If Eddie leaves– If he goes to Texas, if he sells the little bungalow on South Bedford Street, if he packs up his truck and drives halfway across the country? If Eddie leaves, takes Buck's heart right out of his chest, and doesn't come back? Buck doesn't know how to be strong enough for this. He isn't sure how he's supposed to smile through it. How he's supposed to help his best friend box everything up, even the pictures on the fridge, every scrap of proof that they're a family, little and cobbled together, but family. Buck doesn't sleep well that night, or the next. Two weeks later Eddie leaves him standing outside LAX, double doors closing on his heels, with a sense of déjà vu so intense it makes Buck sick to his stomach. He has a hard time getting back into the jeep, the imprint of Eddie's touch still lingering on his shoulder, his reassurance ringing in Buck's ears. He desperately wants to believe him. He doesn't really remember the drive back, but Buck ends up at the Diaz house– his home, their home.   Without thinking, he crawls into Eddie's bed. It still smells like him. Buck sleeps. Three days later, Eddie comes back, one belligerent teenager in tow. When they come through those double doors, Buck has tears on his cheeks and a confession clogging his throat.  It can wait. He'd rather get his boys home.

the spotify wrapped drabbles :)

[circeyoru]

for the mana au, what happened to thomas andre? is he dead? (after a ranker goes berserk, do they ultimately die or just go on a rampage and wait untill something or someone to kill then) and what about the other national rankers and s-ranker. I assume most of them are either on very heavy lock down or suicidal missions

This is for {The Only Reason}, check MASTERLIST for the work

Another ask about this AU. There’s quite a few topics to discuss here. Let’s break it down~

What happens during an <Outrage>?

In simple terms of this, it basically is them going berserk. Essentially, they start by letting their emotions run wild and their mana levels are affected, hence <Outrage> happens. They lose all sense of reasoning and destroy anything in their path, friend or foe, loved ones or enemies, influential people or beggars. Anyone and anything can and will be a target so long as they are near that Hunter going <Outrage>, no exception.

How does it end? Before EMI was established, the Hunter will tired themselves out and fall into a sleep-like state, similar to Eternal Slumber, but they are not dead, just vulnerable. This is a situation where no Hunters come to stop them. If there was, expect the targeted Hunter to be causing equally a number of harm but if the Hunters that came to strong them are stronger, there’s a high chance the target will die. After the EMI was established, workers on site will forcefully make the Hunter empty out their mana and force them into a sleep-like state where they will then be transported for experimentation (the workers will not care if the Hunter survives or not). Now, more often than not, cases of <Outrage> is prevented and maintained in safe areas.

What exactly happened to Thomas Andre?

Let’s get one thing clear. He never went on an <Outrage> episode. If he did, I think half the world is dead. But people believed he did because he faked it. He set up a whole scene where common <Outrage> incidents would happen and played everyone like fools. Since he was a National Level Hunter, he was already marked as a danger when the <Outrage Incidents> started happening all around. 

Some of his S-Rank Hunters in his guild were requested and demanded to submit to the government by the EMI’s orders. His powers and authority protected them, but then he was also demanded to step down and follow the EMI’s rules. I think you guys can guess what happened.

Thomas faked his episode and chased everyone away from the state. His guild knew what was going on so it was a major rebellion. Then Thomas declared to own the entire country (America), thus creating a haven for high ranking S-Ranks.

America now has the highest number of S-Rank Hunters because som S-Ranks from other countries didn’t want to adhere to the EMI rules, so they went to Thomas and he protected them.

As for the other National Level Hunters…

I recall there’s also Liu Zhigang, Christopher Reed, and Siddharth Bachchan? The last one is a healer I think, not named as far as I know. 

Zhigang stayed in his country, China, and made a deal with them cause China is the rare country that didn’t bow to the EMI, only doing transactional deals. So he’s safe from those experiments and being a lab rat.

Christopher is secluded and in his isolated mansion without contact, if he steps foot out, he’ll be captured by the EMI. The reason being because the EMI considers unique cases of whether a Hunter would be likely to cause harm, since Chrisopher isn’t as involved, they let him stay as he is.

Not much info on Siddharth, so I can’t say for sure. I think they died at some point too? After protecting others. So I’ll just go with that. They were protecting the Hunters that were targetted by the EMI and died during it, hence why the EMI was so feared and why Thomas faked his <Outrage> to protect his people.

[pupsmailbox]

ACADEMIC ID PACK

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[babygirl-diaz]

There are so many fics about Buck adopting a safe haven baby but what about Eddie adopting one??? Like he's already a dad so it makes sense why he becomes attached to the little baby girl. Besides, he's always wanted a little sister for Christopher. Everyone tells him not to do it because how can he, a single dad with such a hectic work schedule, take care of a little baby on his own? But he wants to do it anyway and Buck has his back. Buck tells him that if he wants to do this then he will be there with him, through it all.

I need this. Someone write it, please. I have way too many stories already to write this.

[whencyclopedia]

Edward England

Edward England was an Irish pirate who operated in the Caribbean, the Eastern Atlantic, and the Indian Ocean between 1717 and 1720 during the Golden Age of Piracy (1690-1730). Captain England’s successful but brief pirate career came to an end when he was marooned by his crew on the island of Mauritius in 1720.

Early Career

Captain England has his own chapter in the celebrated pirate’s who’s who, A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the Most Notorious Pyrates, compiled in the 1720s. The book was credited to a Captain Charles Johnson on its title page, but this is perhaps a pseudonym of Daniel Defoe (although scholars are still debating the issue, and Charles Johnson may have been a real, if entirely unknown pirate expert). As with many other pirates, the General History is an invaluable source on England’s career, even if there are fictional additions to the factual information laboriously garnered from such sources as court records, official documents, and letters of the period.

Edward England’s real name was possibly Jasper Seager (or Seegar). Like many pirates of the period, England was obliged to join a pirate crew after the ship on which he was serving was captured. England had been an officer on a Jamaican sloop when it was taken by Christopher Winter, who was based at the pirate haven of New Providence in the Bahamas. The General History gives the following not unfavourable assessment of England’s character:

England was one of those men, who seemed to have such a share of reason, as should have taught him better things. He had a great deal of good nature, and did not want for courage; he was not avaricious, and always averse to the ill usage prisoners received: he would have been contented with moderate plunder, and less mischievous pranks could his companions have been brought to the same temper, but he was generally over-ruled. (114)

Following the successful attacks on pirates in their haven at New Providence (now Nassau) by Woodes Rogers, Governor of the Bahamas from 1717, England sailed across the Atlantic to continue his piracy elsewhere. Several merchant ships were captured in the Azores, Cape Verde Islands, and off the coast of West Africa.

In 1718, England himself obliged an otherwise honest man to turn pirate when he captured the Welshman Howell Davis who had been chief mate on a slave ship, the Cadogan of Bristol. The captain of the Cadogan was murdered, and Davis was given command of the slaver despite refusing to formally sign England’s ship’s articles and become a part of his pirate crew. Impressed with Davis’ courage, England allowed him to sail off. Davis ended up in Barbados where he was captured. Davis managed to escape prison, and he continued a pirate career on both sides of the Atlantic, a spree that ended with his death on Principe Island in 1719.

England was, for a time, an associate of the most successful of all pirates in the so-called Golden Age, Bartholomew Roberts (aka 'Black Bart' Roberts, c. 1682-1722). In the relatively small world of pirates, Roberts had taken over the crew of Howell Davis after the latter’s death. Roberts and England operated off the coast of Guinea, West Africa. England operated two ships: his own sloop and another prize renamed Victory. Command of the latter was given to John Taylor and together they raided the western coast of India and took more prize ships. When required, provisions were taken on board at the pirate base on Madagascar.

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