#claire the baker's daughter

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Disney Descendants : Claire The Baker's Daughter's Story (Aka Taran's Future Wife )

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20 Queer Stories for Asexual Awareness Week

Happy Asexuality Awareness Week 2024!! Last year, we celebrated this week with 15 of our favorite books; this year, we’ve put together a list of 20 – some repeats, most not! As always, our lists include both works with explicit representation and those with ~vibes~ that spoke to the people who contributed to the list. The contributors to the list are: May Barros, Linnea Peterson, Shea Sullivan, Nina Waters, Shadaras, Alex and 2 anonymous contributors.

Chameleon Moon (Chameleon Moon series) by RoAnna Sylver

Awakenings (The Chronicles of Nerezia series) by Claudie Arseneault

Baker Thief by Claudie Arseneault

Journey Home by May Barros

Acting the Part by Z.R. Ellor

Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann

First Test (Protector of the Small series) by Tamora Pierce

Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell

Sheepfarmer’s Daughter by Elizabeth Moon

Is Love the Answer? by Uta Isaki

I Want to be a Wall by Honami Shirono

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End by Kanehito Yamada

Jughead by Chip Zdarsky

Love Unlimited: Gwenpool by Jeremy Whitley, Bailie Rosenlund, Kelly Fitzpatrick

Our Dreams at Dusk: Shimanami Tasogare by Yuhki Kamatani

King Cheer (Arden High series) by Molly Horton Booth

Firebreak by Nicole Kornher-Stace

Not Your Backup (Sidekick Squad series) by C.B. Lee

The Scottish Boy by Alex de Campi

All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries series) by Martha Wells

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Best Reads of 2024

this year i read 300 books. which i think is impressive but not as impressive as it sounds bc many of these books were very short, easy reads meant to be like, stuff you read at the airport or sitting by the pool on vacation. so it's not like i was tackling the harvard classics. i also read extremely fast; it only takes me about an hour to do 300 pages unless it's a super dense complex text. that said, here is a list of all the books i read this year that i would rate 4 stars or higher, separated by genre: Fantasy/Magical Realism: The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett Highfire by Eoin Colfer Tehanu by Ursula K. Le Guin Gifts by Ursula K. Le Guin The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi Chlorine by Jade Song The Passion by Jeanette Winterson The Magic Toyshop by Angela Carter Realistic Fiction: We Are Not Like Them by Christine Pride & Jo Piazza Young Jane Young by Gabrielle Zevin My Absolute Darling by Gabriel Tallent Only Child by Rhiannon Navin Movie Star by Lizzie Pepper Prima Facie by Suzie Miller Acts of Desperation by Megan Nolan Marjorie Morningstar by Herman Wouk The Subtweet by Vivek Shraya All Grown Up by Jami Attenberg Piglet by Lottie Hazell The List by Yomi Adegoke A Winter's Rime by Carol Dunbar The Resurrection of Joan Ashby by Cherise Wolas

Mystery/Thriller: Queenpin by Megan Abbott Bury Me Deep by Megan Abbott Beware the Woman by Megan Abbott Firekeeper's Daughter by Angeline Boulley The Guest by Emma Cline Advika and the Hollywood Wives by Kirthana Ramisetti Kala by Colin Walsh Descent by Tim Johnston Wahala by Nikki May When We Were Bright and Beautiful by Jillian Medoff We Could Be Beautiful by Swan Huntley Bright Young Women by Jessica Knoll Nothing Can Hurt You by Nicola Maye Goldberg Fruit of the Dead by Rachel Lyon The Lagos Wife by Vanessa Walters Grown by Tiffany D. Jackson Yes, Daddy by Jonathan Parks-Ramage Cape Fear by John D. MacDonald Sea Wife by Amity Gaige Last Seen Wearing by Hilary Waugh The Black Cabinet by Patricia Wentworth Historical Fiction: Everyone Knows Your Mother is a Witch by Rivka Galchen Gilded Mountain by Kate Manning All You Have to Do is Call by Kerri Maher Cruel Beautiful World by Caroline Leavitt Payback by Mary Gordon A Dangerous Business by Jane Smiley The Affairs of the Falcons by Melissa Rivero Longbourn by Jo Baker The Hazelbourne Ladies Motorcycle and Flying Club by Helen Simonson Go to Hell Ole Miss by Jeff Barry The Divorcees by Rowan Beaird Consequences by Penelope Lively Iron Curtain: A Love Story by Vesna Goldsworthy Homestead by Melinda Moustakis Not Our Kind by Kitty Zeldis Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell Teddy by Emily Dunlay Science Fiction: Prophet Song by Paul Lynch Aesthetica by Allie Rowbottom Fever by Deon Meyer The Salt Line by Holly Goddard Jones Land of Milk and Honey by C. Pam Zhang Gold Fame Citrus by Claire Vaye Watkins A Children’s Bible by Lydia Millet Briefly Very Beautiful by Roz Dineen

Romance: Everything’s Fine by Cecilia Rabess Adelaide by Genevieve Wheeler Meant to Be Mine by Hannah Orenstein When Katie Met Cassidy by Camille Perri Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand by Helen Simonson American Royalty by Tracey Livesay The One by Julie Argy The Mountain Between Us by Charles Martin Queen of Urban Prophecy by Aya de Léon That Dangerous Energy by Aya de Léon The Dove in the Belly by Jim Grimsley Fatima Tate Takes the Cake by Khadija VanBrakle Faro’s Daughter by Georgette Heyer Horror: Red Rabbit by Alex Grecian The Parliament by Aimee Pokwatka Cujo by Stephen King Night Watching by Tracy Sierra The Garden by Clare Beams The House of Ashes by Stuart Neville The Suicide Motor Club by Christopher Buehlman True Crime: In Cold Blood by Truman Capote Columbine by Dave Cullen Kent State: Four Dead in Ohio by Derf Backderf Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup by John Carreyrou While Idaho Slept: The Hunt for Answers in the Murders of Four College Students by J. Reuben Appelman The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age by Michael Wolraich Fatal Vision by Joe McGinniss Billion Dollar Whale: The Man Who Fooled Wall Street, Hollywood, and the World by Tom Wright and Bradley Hope

History: Midnight in Chernobyl: The Untold Story of the World’s Greatest Nuclear Disaster by Adam Higginbotham Capote’s Women: A True Story of Love, Betrayal, and a Swan Song for an Era by Laurence Leamer The Astronaut Wives Club by Lily Koppel The Burning Blue: The Untold Story of Christa McAuliffe and Nasa’s Challenger Disaster by Kevin Cook The Splendid and the Vile: A Saga of Churchill, Family, and Defiance During the Blitz by Erik Larson Grace and Power: The Private World of the Kennedy White House by Sally Bedell Smith As Long as We Both Shall Love: The White Wedding in Postwar America by Karen M. Dunak Babysitter: An American History by Miriam Forman-Brunell Game Change: Obama and the Clintons, McCain and Palin, and the Race of a Lifetime by John Heilemann and Mark Halperin All She Lost: The Explosion in Lebanon, the Collapse of a Nation and the Women who Survive by Dalal Mawad Psychology: Hidden Valley Road: Inside the Mind of an American Family by Robert Kolker The Anxious Generation: How The Great Rewiring of Childhood is Causing an Epidemic of Mental Illness by Jonathan Haidt Beautiful Boy: A Father’s Journey Through His Son’s Addiction by David Sheff Misdiagnosed: One Woman’s Tour of -And Escape From- Healthcareland by Jody Berger Stolen Child: A Mother’s Journey to Rescue Her Son from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder by Laurie Gough Zig-Zag Boy: A Memoir of Madness and Motherhood by Tanya Frank I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy Us, After: A Memoir of Love and Suicide by Rachel Zimmerman Everything Is Fine: A Memoir by Vince Granata Juliet the Maniac by Juliet Escoria

Memoir: Upstairs At The White House by J.B. West A Mother’s Reckoning: Living in the Aftermath of Tragedy by Sue Klebold Goodbye, Sweet Girl: A Story of Domestic Violence and Survival by Kelly Sundberg This Boy We Made: A Memoir of Motherhood, Genetics, and Facing the Unknown by Taylor Harris I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death by Maggie O’Farrell Fragile Beginnings: Discoveries and Triumphs in the Newborn ICU by Adam Wolfberg The Longest Race: Inside the Secret World of Abuse, Doping, and Deception on Nike’s Elite Running Team by Kara Goucher and Mary Pilon Remedies for Sorrow: An Extraordinary Child, a Secret Kept from Pregnant Women, and a Mother’s Pursuit of the Truth by Megan Nix Brazen: My Unorthodox Journey from Long Sleeves to Lingerie by Julia Haart Minding the Manor: The Memoir of a 1930s English Kitchen Maid by Mollie Moran Love in the Blitz: The War Letters of Eileen Alexander to Gershon Ellenbogan by Eileen Alexander Any Given Tuesday: A Political Love Story by Lis Smith The Apology by Eve Ensler Wild Game: My Mother, Her Secret, and Me by Adrienne Brodeur One Way Back: A Memoir by Christine Blasey Ford Biography: The Matriarch: Barbara Bush and the Making of an American Dynasty by Susan Page Untold Power: The Fascinating Rise and Complex Legacy of First Lady Edith Wilson by Rebecca Boggs Roberts King: A Life by Jonathan Eig Louisa: The Extraordinary Life of Mrs. Adams by Louisa Thomas American Girls: One Woman’s Journey into the Islamic State and Her Sister’s Fight to Bring Her Home by Jessica Roy Susan, Linda, Nina, and Cokie: The Extraordinary Story of the Founding Mothers of NPR by Lisa Napoli

Gender: Becoming Nicole: The Transformation of an American Family by Amy Ellis Nutt The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to CoverGirl®, the Buying and Selling of a Political Movement by Andi Zeisler All the Rage: Mothers, Fathers, and the Myth of Equal Partnership by Darcy Lockman Ain’t I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism by bell hooks Enslaved Women in America: From Colonial Times to Emancipation by Emily West You’ll Do: A History of Marrying for Reasons Other Than Love by Marcia A. Zug The Red Menace: How Lipstick Changed the Face of American History by Ilise S. Carter Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life in Twentieth-Century America by Lillian Faderman

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Resident Evil

The game mechanic in RE8 of collecting crystalized corpses of your enemies and selling them off for more weapons/supplies is the most Alastor thing I have ever heard. If he can't eat them, might as well sell them for more supplies to kill more people.

Anonymous asked:

Alastor has proven to be a great RE protagonist, so it would make sense to Chris that Alastor would be a worthy candidate to continue the Redfield Bloodline It’s a running joke that Chris wants Leon or Ethan to continue the Redfield Bloodline by hooking them up with his sister Claire Alastor: For the last time, I will not fuck your sister

Anonymous asked:

Resident Evil/Serial Roommates What was going on in the heads of the other detectives Guy worked work? Their coworker/friend got sent off to investigate missing persons on the Baker Ranch, but months passed and he was nowhere to be found. Searches came up fruitless and created more missing persons, and Alastor must have gone to the station constantly pressing them for any information and making it obvious if they weren't going to find Guy, Alastor would. Then Alastor disappeared too. He appeared again a day later covered in blood and god knows what else, trying to help a Guy who looked like he was starved and tortured. But he was alive and could come back on the force. But Guy was traumatized from his time in the Baker Ranch, he wasn't the same person they saw as a friend, and this was the 1920/30s so nobody knew how to deal with that. And just when they thought it couldn’t get worse, Guy started to get sick. Really sick.

Anonymous asked:

Alastor has always kept his hands hidden from view. So when the everyone sees how many times his hands have suffered it makes sense

Anonymous asked:

When Valentino saw Lady Dimitrescu on screen for the first time Valentino: I want her to sit on my face Vox and Velvet: … Valentino: Vox, I know you better not be judging

Anonymous asked:

While trapped in Alastor’s past, it was hundreds times more disturbing and terrifying for everyone. Especially when they found out first hand they can get hurt. Husk and Angel are dealing with Jack Baker and no matter what they do, he keeps coming back and can’t stay down. Charlie and Vaggie are forced to play Lucas’ twisted games. While Nifty is off killing every bug she sees; she meets Marguerite and she doesn’t get scared. In fact, Nifty is the one trying to track down and kill her. Meanwhile Lucifer is trying to search for Charlie and has to deal with Mold. Now normally this would be a walk in the park for him, but he has no access to his powers. Now he has to rely on weapons, learning to combine things and basically everything he saw Alastor do. Lucifer trying to shoot and he keeps missing his targets. Dude can’t even use the knife correctly They’re all doom. I can’t help but wonder how they’ll fair in RE8

Anonymous asked:

Since Lucifer saw Alastor’s interactions with Rosemary, he couldn’t help but find the Radio Demon even more interesting. In conclusion, Lucifer believed Alastor got it wrong, the Radio Demon is more like a mom than a dad. That creepy girl Eveline even called Alastor mommy. And Lilith isn’t around and Charlie does need a mommy and she always wanted siblings.

Anonymous asked:

Vox eavesdrops on the rest of the hotel seeing Alastor’s memories, but because he’s eavesdropping grossly misunderstands the entire situation at the Baker's Estate. Featuring gems like thinking Eveline is Guy’s child based on her referring to him as such, and completely misreading the nature of Guy and Alastor’s relationship. Aka Vox’s misunderstanding of the situation and attempting to use it against Alastor leads to Alastor being really really confused why a fake Guy is referring to Eveline as “our daughter.” He’s not being re-traumatized, it’s so absurd he doesn’t know what to do with it or how the Baker's Estate got misconstrued to this degree. 

Anonymous asked:

Resident Evil 7/8 RE8 probably didn't happen while Alastor was alive because that's too heroic a death for someone who went to hell, it happened after he was dead and everyone was in hell (the lords becoming overlords). So when Al dies to defeat the villain he respawns in heaven and immediately tries to get out. Everyone is devastated that Alastor committed self sacrifice, only for Alastor to appear in hell 5 minutes later because he clawed his way back down.

Anonymous asked:

Resident Roommates AU Quoting a previous anon ask: "Can we all agree that if Guy were to fall for whatever reason, his demon form would be legitimately horrifying? His base form would probably look mostly human like Alastor (didn’t we say he had some dog traits, like he is to dogs what Alastor is to deer?) but going into his full demon form would tap into the mold he was infected with for months in the Baker Estate and become something grotesque. Shit like his burned away angel wings regenerating comprised entirely of the mold. That, and if he died of cancer related to his exposure to the mold, what is a more fucked up demon form to have than that of the thing that caused your torture, possession, and later slow death?" If Guy is meant to have dog-traits in the afterlife, may I propose his full demon form would be a mold-based variant on Scylla? In some versions of her myth, she’s said to have multiple dog heads coming from her body so it would work. Also the line “we both know what it takes to survive” from Scylla's song in the Epic musical hits different in context of the Baker's Estate.

[homosexuality-and-morphine]

I have the need to share a list of my favorite characters and my sub categories for them (which is split into three things, 1 favorite characters that I can't put through the horrors cause then I'll feel bad, 2 characters I COULD put through the horrors but I'm not fully inclined to do that, and 3 characters I can and will put through the horrors) plus some extra characters at the end (also I found out the hard way on this post that there's a 30 tag limit here... I think I have a problem I like too many characters)

First off characters I can't put through the horrors cause then I'll feel bad:

Mia Winters: wife.... (Although she gets put through stuff but not enough for me to consider the horrors)

Angela orosco (remake), Anya (mouthwashing), Zoe baker, and Daisuke (mouthwashing): they've been through enough I think they need a cozy therapist, some food, and a nice vacation.

Missing kids (FNAF), Evan Afton, regular Elizabeth Afton, Gregory, Cassie, Eveline, young Sherry Birkin, and Laura (silent Hill 2 remake): they're kids and I would feel so fucking bad putting them through the horrors plus most of them already have gone through the horrors (I may have missed some characters I like that go in this category)

Swansea (mouthwashing), jack baker, and Marguerite baker: they're old and have been through enough I wanna let them have a nice time for once

Characters I could put through the horrors but haven't exactly wanted to:

Piers nivans: love him but also I haven't really thought of any horrors to put him through (although this may change at some point)

Curly (mouthwashing): I wanna give him some nice things and let him kind of redeem himself but out of the mouthwashing crew he would be the one I'd put through the horrors

Rebecca Chambers: I need to play re0 before actually putting her through any horrors

Adult Sherry Birkin: despite the fact that she's one of Leon's unofficial daughters she's one of the few people near leon that has been spared from the horrors (there's a reason there's her as a kid and her as an adult on this list and I'll probably talk about it in another post)

Claire Redfield: I put her through the horrors one time and don't have much else for her to go through (although like all resident evil characters that are on this list that can change at any moment)

Ada Wong: she's too badass to actually get into a situation where the horrors happen... Maybe one day

Luis Serra: he's cool enough for me to bring him back to life but not cool enough to escape my potential grasp

Characters I can and will (and probably already have) put through the horrors:

Michael afton: my go to bitch for random bullshit because he's always somehow in my brain

Death swap Elizabeth Afton: she gets a free ride here for simply being Micheal's "twin" (they're classified as twins in my au since they swapped with each other so they have the exact same life up until Micheal got added to the gang)

Mike Schmidt (FNAF movie): I love him dearly but he's a pathetic wet cat of a man and he needs to be put in a blender

Ethan Winters: he's just so easy to put through the horrors I mean have you seen his face

Leon s Kennedy: idk he just lached onto my brain and won't let go so I said "fuck it why not" and now he's even more fucked up than he originally was in the first stages of the resident evil section of my au

Chris Redfield: I hate him/j he gets a free ride on account of being Leon's boyfriend and also I have fake beef with him

Ashley Graham: free ride on account of her being Leon's other unofficial daughter

Helena harper: I like her and really wanna do something with her but I can't think of anything

Jake muller: hes just simply related to Wesker/j I could do something with him but like with Helena I can't think of anything

Extra bits:

Characters I'm Neutral to:

Eddie Dombrowski (remake): I feel bad for him but the line of him enjoying killing the dog made me not like him as much

James Sunderland (remake): going into watching a play through of the game knowing his reputation is "wife guy evil edition" made my vision of him always a little ehh and ended up liking him less at the end (I went in knowing he probably killed his wife and what do you know he did)

Characters I hate:

Jimmy (mouthwashing): ... Do I really need to explain

William Afton: literally the worst guy ever fuck him

Albert Wesker: motherfucker tried to infect the entire world he sucks (I haven't seen anything of him other than 4 and 5 but his ass can NOT redeem himself from that in my eyes)

John Winchester: fuck you John not as bad as William Afton but God you're an ass

Phillip graves (cod mw reboots), and General Sheppard (cod mw reboots): dicks

[sneakyblinders]

this line of work pt 1

A/N: this will be part 1 of a few part mini series (read part 2 here!) featuring tommy and bee aka our darling couple <3 (keeping it as one part would've been far too long.) warnings: blood, violence, pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, angst, language, alcohol, tommy kissing women he shouldn't be. not canon. a part of my tommy & his darling wife au &lt;3 7.6k words. i take no credit for the gif!

1957

Tommy slammed his palms down on his desk, rage boiling in his blood. He walked to the front of his home office, towards the door. Several maids were dusting, conversing quietly between themselves. “Where the fuck is my wife?” he yelled. 

They looked at each other, panic coursing through their minds. “We’re not sure, Mr. Shelby, we haven’t seen her since this morning,” the older of the two said softly. 

“Well, go fucking find her and tell her to come here now!” he yelled, storming back into his office, slamming the door, making everything in this corridor of the Shelby Manor rattle. 

The maids scurried off down the halls, rushing to find Bee. They find her in the kitchens, elbow deep in kneading a loaf of bread. “Mrs. Shelby,” the younger maid said breathlessly. “Mr. Shelby is upset, he says he needs you immediately.” 

Bee’s brow furrowed, checking the time. Only ten thirty. What has happened. She goes to the sink and washes her hands. “We can have one of the bakers finish that, Ma’am,” the older maid said, eyeing the nearly finished dough. 

“No, no I’d like to finish it myself,” she tells them. “I love doing it. Thank you for finding me,” you tell them, throwing them a sympathetic smile. 

She makes her way down the halls to her husband's office and pushes open the doors. His face is red with anger, and by all the smoke in the room she guessed he’d gone through about three cigarettes in the time it took the maids to find her. 

He points a finger at Bee. “Why the fuck,” he starts, tone low and dangerous. “Would you keep something like this from me?” he asks, waving a piece of paper at her. 

Bee’s brow furrows, confused. “What is it?” she asks, not taking his meaning, not sure what he’s accusing her of not telling him. She tells him everything. 

“Don’t fucking play that with me!” he yells, slamming the piece of paper down. 

Her blood begins to boil, walking over to him and taking the piece of paper from his desk. Sloppy handwriting was scrawled on the page, a request for a meeting with the two of them, regarding your youngest daughter, Claire. It was signed by a “Paul Davidson”. “I don’t know who this man is,” she tells him, eyes wide. “What’s wrong, Thomas?” she asked him. His back is turned to her. 

He whirls around, furious, hands slamming on his desk. “What’s fucking wrong, is I know our daughters tell you everything. You knew Claire is in correspondence with a man, so it is beyond fucking me, why you would fail to mention that the man who is pursuing our daughter is a fucking no good gangster from Liverpool!” he seethes, jaw clenched so tight she thought his teeth might chip. “You have some things to explain to me.” 

She stood up straight. “Thomas,” she told him, lips in a tight line. “I have never once, in all the years we have been together, kept something from you. I have always been honest and forthcoming. I did know Claire was in correspondence with a man, yes, but I did not know who he was. She didn’t tell me. So,” she told him calmly, setting the piece of paper down on the desk. “Pull your head out of your ass, which is the only logical explanation I can think of for the way you’re speaking to me,” she told him, lips pursed. “Do not come anywhere near me until your head is firmly back on your shoulders and your temper under control. You will not speak to me in this way. I will talk to Claire,” She told him, voice firm. 

Bee walks out of his office, slamming the door and walking up the steps to their youngest daughter's room leaving her husband staring blankly at the door before falling into his chair with a sigh. 

Bee didn’t bother knocking, she knew Claire would be awake and dressed. She was her father’s child in that regard. “Knock, please?” she said, tone annoyed as she turned to face her mother from her vanity table. 

“I’m not in the mood for formalities,” Bee told her harshly, eyeing Claire in the mirror as she adjusted her earrings. “You have some explaining to do.” 

She wrinkled her face. “About what?” 

“About some man named Paul Davidson writing your father,” Bee says, and the color drains from Claire’s face. 

“He did?” she says, not meeting her mothers eyes in the mirror. 

“He did, and your father is furious,” Claire closes her eyes and sighs, resting her forehead in her palm. “So unless you’d like to face the wrath of the king, I suggest you start talking,” Bee tells her sternly. 

“I didn’t know he was a gangster at first,” she admits, turning to face her mother. “I met him at the fair, and he won me this box,” she tells Bee, pointing to a heart shaped, crystal box. “We’ve been writing ever since.”

“He’s taken with you, then?” Bee asks, sitting on the foot of her bed. 

“I suppose so,” she says shyly.

“Cut the shit,” Bee sneers. “Your father is three steps away from asking Johnny Dogs to bring the car around and take him to Liverpool today. Start speaking plainly, now.”

A tiny bit of fear flashed in Claire’s eyes. She typically didn’t have to be this stern with her children–Tommy typically shouldered the unpleasant parts of parenthood for the both of them, something she was grateful for. The oldest two were nothing like the twins, who were nothing like the youngest two. Each of them were very different sets of children, which had proved to make parenting very difficult for her and Tommy. But Claire and Anthony… they were different children, requiring a much stronger hand than the older four. 

“He’s–he’s been here,” she tells Bee and rage flashes through her eyes, mouth dropping open. “He’s snuck in the evenings, when you and Daddy are riding in the pastures or at the Garrison dancing,” Bee’s mouth dropped open further. “Nothing’s happened!” she hurriedly says. 

“Bull shit!” Bee yells, eyes wide. “Claire, I was not born yesterday, please.”

“We haven’t had sex, if that’s what you’re worried about! He’s a good man, Mum!” 

“I don’t care if he’s a good, bad or awful man, I am upset that you didn’t tell me as soon as you knew! You know about your father’s history with these things,” Bee tells her and her face flushes in embarrassment. “And if he found out he was in this house, he’d cut him from throat to crotch,” Bee adds. 

“Please, don’t tell Daddy,” Claire pleads with you, walking over to where she sits. “Please, Mum, he’ll be so upset.” 

Bee looks her in the eyes. “Claire, I have never kept things from your father and I certainly won’t start now. I will have to tell him, and I am not sure I can persuade him to change his mind on what he intends to do to Paul.”

Claire shakes her head. “You can always change Daddy’s mind! You just have to look at him and he folds!” she tells her mother. 

She wasn’t wrong, usually. But this time–this was different. “Claire, Darling, I am afraid this might be a little different.” 

“How?” she asks, tears in her eyes. 

“This is concerning your safety. Your father got out of that line of business for a reason,” Bee explains. 

“Yes, because you threatened him!” she exclaimed. 

Bee sighed. She wasn’t wrong again, but she was missing important details. “Yes, I did threaten him, but do you know why?” Claire shook her head no as Bee pulled the skirt of her dress up her legs, revealing a nasty scar the size of an American half dollar on the side of her thigh. Claire winced, seeing the bullet wound scar. “That was a bullet meant for your father that I took,” Bee says, dark eyes flaming in anger. “And that is why I threatened him. He almost died, several times because of that life, Claire. I almost died. You never had to experience it because he was out of it by the time you were born–and it almost killed him to get out of it, but he did. So I hope you understand why wanting to run to a man who still lives that way is a slap in the face to both of us.”

Claire swallows the lump in her throat. You turn to walk out of the room, but she stops Bee. “Mummy, please! What if this is my chance to have a love like you and Daddy do!” tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks. 

Bee’s voice does not waver as she tells her, “Not everyone gets our kind of love, Darling. And for that, I truly am sorry.” 

That evening at dinner, the air was tense, Tommy still not having apologized for his outburst to Bee. She’d excused herself and gone upstairs and bathed, spreading her favorite lotion over her body and pulling a light blue nightgown on. It was long with lace trim and a deep neckline. 

Bee sat at her vanity, spreading Ponds on her face when Tommy entered your shared room, face filled with fatigue. “Hello, Gorgeous,” he rasped, walking slowly over to his wife, gently putting his hands on her shoulders, bending to press a kiss where her neck met her shoulder. 

“Thomas,” she addressed him sternly, avoiding the effect his kisses still had, even after all these years. 

“I’m sorry,” he breathed into her skin, pressing another kiss into her shoulder. “Please, talk to me,” he whispered. “You know I can’t bear it when you’re upset with me.” 

She turned around to face him. “Don’t ever speak to me that way again, Thomas.” 

He shook his head. “I won’t. I know you don’t keep things from me, I’m just so angry with her,” he says. Bee stands to her feet and begins to work at removing his cufflinks. He looks down at her, wondering how in the hell she’d put up with him for this long. 

“Well, I don’t think you’re going to like what I have to tell you,” she says, setting his cufflinks down on her vanity and moving to unclasp his sleeve garters. It was 1957, he could get tailored shirts, but he said he quite prefers the garters. She likes them, too. “They met at the fair and have been writing ever since,” she took a deep breath. “She has, apparently, snuck him in here when we’ve been out,” his eyes snap to hers, an exasperated look on his face. “She tells me nothing has happened.” 

“Oh fuck me,” he mumbles, turning away from Bee, running a hand down his face. “This is a nightmare,” she refrains from chuckling at her husband's distress. “This is recompense for all the terrible things I thought about you when we were courting, isn’t it?” he asked, a hand on his hip, the other arm extended out towards the wall, palm open. He looked so tired. “Fuck where did we go so wrong with these youngest two? They’re going to be the death of me, I swear.” 

Bee walks over to him and removes the braces from his shoulders while he unbuttons his shirt. She fetches his sleeping clothes from the drawer and hands them to him. He shucks the rest of his clothes off, pulling his comfortable clothes on. He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches for a cigarette. She climbs on the bed behind him, fingers starting to massage his shoulders. He melts into her touch. 

“She wants to have a love like ours,” she whispers to him and she feels his body sag as tears threaten to spill onto her cheeks. 

“I want all our children to have that,” her husband tells her in a small voice. A voice so small she almost didn’t recognize it. 

“I do too, sweetheart,” she pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, arms wrapping around his shoulders, hands resting softly on his chest. “We certainly have set the expectation for love rather high, hm?” 

Tommy sharply inhales. He reaches back to touch her thigh. The one with the nasty scar. The nasty scar that she would wear as yet another symbol of love and devotion. “Do you remember that day?” he asked. 

She replied, “How could I forget?”

It was April 6, 1924. The Shelby Foundation’s first annual fundraiser gala. Everyone who was anyone was there. The entire family attended, dressed in their newest and finest clothes. The alcohol and food flowed freely, the best live music in the country was hired and paid well that evening. It was hosted in the Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery. Bee wore a beautiful pale yellow gown to offset the dreaded Russian sapphire Tommy had given her a few nights before. The dress cascaded over the growing bump of their second child. 

Tommy had nearly made the two of them late, unable to resist how beautiful Bee looked–her hair done perfectly, lipstick a light pink, only meant to accentuate the natural color of her lips. He’d made love to her sweetly, taking his time devouring every inch of her, whispering sweet words of praise and adoration in her ear. Afterwards he helped her redress, and the two of them nearly ran down the steps of the Manor to get to the car to make it to the city in time. 

Bee had been proud of this party she’d organized. Hundreds of people were there to donate to the Shelby Foundation, a cover organization which Tommy intended to funnel money through for some business he was in contract with the Russians about. He had promised her, after she’d yelled at him for using the city's poor and abandoned children as a marketing tool for financial gain, that he would donate a portion of his own income to the orphans of the city.

People flocked to Bee and Tommy, congratulating them on the new step in Tommy’s career, and thanked Bee for the beautiful party that she organized. They congratulated them on their second child, many people not knowing about her pregnancy until that evening. Tommy beamed with pride when people would comment on how beautiful Bee looked that night. His wife. It was her who did all of this. It was her who motivated him to be more, do more. It made him hungry for success. Crave it. Prove to all the sorry bastards who told them he would never have it all, that he could have it all. And she was by his side, doing it all with him. 

The Duchess, Tatiana, approached them. “Mr. Shelby, please introduce me to your wife, I have heard much about you!” she eyed Bee, a girlish grin on her face. 

“Duchess Tatiana Petrovna, my wife, Mrs. Bee Shelby,” Tommy said, eyes dull as he tried to avoid the eye contact the duchess was giving. 

Tatiana held her hand out and Bee shook it, smiling at her. “How do you two know each other?” Bee asked, eyeing her husband, who gazed down at her lovingly. 

“Mutual business, that’s all,” he told her, hand on the small of her back. 

Bee was called away to speak to a woman about a cash donation and after, Tommy came to find her. “Darling, you look beautiful–” he started. 

She waved him off. “Why was she making eyes at you?” She asked him, anger rolling in her belly. 

“The Russian deal,” he began, holding her hands in his. Bee nodded. “She is one of the people I am in contact with. I have to work with her on this. Unfortunately they have requested that she seduce me as a part of the cause, which,” he held up a finger to her lips. “I have told her it is pointless, to which she immediately replied that it made sense that her attempts would be futile after seeing you tonight,” he leans in towards her. “Darling, she says this necklace is cursed,” he whispers. “Please, take it off.”

She laughed slightly. Bee never understood some of the superstitions Tommy believed. Curses, witches, fortune tellers. She knew it was a part of his heritage, things he and Polly held close, but had never experienced them the way he had. “What will you do with it?” She asks as he reaches behind her neck to unclasp it. 

“Throw it somewhere far away from us,” he says, pecking your lips. 

At that moment, a waiter stops in front of the two of them, several paces away and pulls a gun from behind his towel that was draped over his arm. “Thomas!” She gasps. Tommy drops the necklace as she reaches her arms around him to throw both of them down on the ground, trying to be as careful as she can about her belly; the man screams something along the lines of ‘For Angel’. Out of the corner of Bee’s eye she sees Arthur tackle the man to the ground, the gun firing right before Bee and Tommy land to the ground, searing pain shooting through her leg. 

There are screams of terror that echo off the walls of the museum. John, Finn and Michael scramble over to the gunman, several of them holding him down while others find objects to throw at him. 

Polly runs to Bee, lying on the ground in Tommy’s arms. He’s screaming for someone to get an ambulance. Polly runs to the phone, pink dress trailing behind her. “My love, my love, stay with me, yeah? Please, please don’t go, please,” Tommy begs her. Her hand reaches up to grab his wrist as she writhes in pain in his arms. Her legs felt sticky from the blood pouring from her thigh. 

“Thomas,” she manages to get out. 

“Please, don’t leave me here,” he begs her, tears in his eyes. 

She didn’t remember much after that. 

Bee woke up what felt like days later, in a hospital room, Tommy rushed over to her bedside, grabbing her hands with his, pressing urgent kisses to her knuckles. “Thomas?” She croaks, throat dry. 

“My darling,” he cries, tears spilling over his cheeks onto her hand, her lap. “My love, my love,” his shoulders are heaving, eyes rimmed red from a lack of sleep and an abundance of crying. 

“Water,” she croaks. He reaches for a pitcher at her bedside and pours her a small cup, bringing it to her lips. He wipes away the little bits of water that gather at the corners of her mouth with his thumb. An intense pain in her leg shoots through her, making her wince. “My leg,” Bee says, tears in her eyes from the pain. She moved to put a hand on her belly, and it was much flatter than she last recalled. “The baby,” she said in a panicked voice. 

“You were shot,” he explains, smoothing her hair back from her face. “The Italians–you remember that mess?” he asked. She nodded. “They tried to kill me the other night and–you got in the way,” he said, more tears spilling onto his cheeks. “The doctors had to sedate you,” he continued. “Had to get the baby out,” he says, choking back tears. “She’s here, she’s small and weak but she’s fighting.” 

“What did you name her? When can I see her? Are you alright?” She asks, rattling off questions one by one, trying to see if a bandage adorned his body anywhere. 

“I am shattered, my love,” he says. “It should be me,” he tells her, chin trembling. 

“I would do it again, Thomas,” she tells him weakly. 

He shakes his head. “What did I do so right to deserve you, hm? My perfect angel, my perfect wife,” he says, pressing another kiss to her knuckles. “I love you, I love you,” he whispers it to her over and over. A chant, a prayer, a reassurance to himself. It’s the last thing she hears as she drifts back off to sleep. 

A week later, Bee was deemed well enough to return home, with baby Katherine in tow. There was a large group of people congregated in the foyer of the Shelby Manor, which Frances was trying desperately to tame. Tommy’s entire family gathered, everyone arguing and screaming at one another as to who would get the biggest ass chewing from Tommy. Bee’s family simmered in silence, seething with a deep hatred for this life, for this man who dragged her into this. 

Tommy brought Bee in the back way, carrying her up the steps to their shared room, handing the baby off to Frances. He ensured she was comfortable, fluffing every pillow twice and putting plenty of blankets and books within her reach. “Don’t move a muscle out of this bed unless I’m here to help you,” he told her, wagging a finger. 

“I won’t, I won’t,” she told him, exasperated at her husband already. 

“Get some rest, I'll tame the crowds,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

“Bring your family up in an hour and a half,” she told him, eyeing the clock. “I have something to say to them.”

He nods. “Okay,” he tells you, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Anything you say, Darling. Just say it and it’s yours.” 

Tommy descended down the stairs, hearing his family screaming at one another. When he reached the foot of the stairs, Bee’s sister, Emile, nearly flew across the foyer at him, a harsh slap landing on his cheek. 

“You bastard!” she screamed, fists hitting his chest. “Look what you’ve done to her! Are you happy? Are you happy you’ve successfully ruined the best thing in your life?” 

Everyone went quiet. Edward, Bee’s brother, pulled Emile from Tommy, a sobbing heap. “No one wants to get the call we did, Tommy,” he says. 

Tommy nods. “I know,” he says before turning towards his family. “Michael, Polly, I’d like to speak to you,” he said, motioning towards his office. 

Arthur and John gave each other a look, Ada raised her eyebrows. Polly and Michael struggled to keep up with Tommy’s pace as he walked through the halls of his home towards his office. He flung open the heavy doors, inhaling the familiar scent. He sighed as he walked around his desk, filled with papers, letters, and various correspondence that had come flooding in over the last week and a half he had been away.

“How is she, Thomas?” Polly asks nervously, sitting down across from him. “How’s the baby?”

Tommy exhales, pulling a cigarette to his lips. “She’s tired and in pain but she’s home. The baby is weak and small but she’s fighting. She was four weeks early.”

Michael cleared his throat nervously. “Will she be able to keep her leg?” 

Tommy lit his cigarette. “Dunno yet,” he said, hands shaking at the thought. He spoke to them regarding their end of the business. “After all this business with the Russians is over, we’re going completely legitimate,” he tells them. 

Michael nodded his head. “It’s for the best, Tommy,” he said. Polly agreed. 

“Alright, meet me up by our chambers in about an hour and a half. She wants to see all of you,” he said. “Send Arthur and John in.” 

Arthur and John slowly stalked in, right as tears threatened to fill Tommy’s eyes again. He eyed the wedding photo of you on his desk and thought of your sister's words. He had ruined you. He had known all along he would be your demise. 

“How is she, Tom?” Arthur asked. 

Tommy looked up at them, anger pouring from his eyes. “She’s fucking fine.” 

“We uh–we cut Angel Changretta,” Arthur told him. “Finished ‘im off. In the hospital last night.” 

Tommy nodded. “Good,” he lit another cigarette. “Find the old man and bring him to me,” he thought for a moment. “Does he have a wife?” They didn’t answer him, but by the looks on their faces, he knew the answer. “Shoot her and bring him to me alive. I want to do it myself,” he said, jaw set tightly. 

“Uh, Tom,” John began. “Mrs. Changretta was a teacher at our school.” 

“Yeah, she’s a good woman, Tom,” Arthur continued. 

Tommy narrowed his eyes at them. “Then if she’s a good woman, she’ll go to heaven, eh, Arthur?” Arthur wouldn’t meet his gaze and neither would John. “After this business with the Russians is done, all legitimate business will take priority, and everything illegal will be phased out,” he announced. Arthur and John’s necks nearly cracked to look at him. 

“Since when?” John asked, indignation in his voice. 

Tommy slammed a fist on his desk, rage boiling over. “Since my fucking wife, took a bullet, meant for me!” he screamed, eyes icy. “She wants to see you all soon so fuck off before I shoot the both of you myself,” he says dismissing them. 

John and Arthur eyed the floor. “Come on, John,” Arthur says quietly. 

“Yeah, yeah alright. Always second class now, eh, Arthur?” John sneered over his shoulder as they walked out of the office. 

If they thought Tommy’s outrage was difficult to handle, they had no clue of the wrath they were about to face. 

Everyone gathered in the hallway of the Shelby Manor that housed Tommy and Bee’s chambers. It was a sacred wing of the house no one really ever dared enter unless they wanted to subject their senses to their voracious lovemaking. Tommy had gone in to check on her a few moments before, telling her if she wasn’t feeling up to it, he would tell them all to come back later. 

“No, no I want to get this over with,” she said. He opened the door to their room as she laid in the bed, feeling rather small. “Get in here, all of you,” she said, her voice making her sound larger than she felt. “You too, Ada,” she said, noticing Ada lingering in the doorway. Tommy stood with his family, ready to face his wife’s wrath alongside them. 

“You look good, sis,” John offered. 

“Shut the hell up,” she snapped. Everyone’s eyes widened. “I would like to know,” the tone of her voice was dangerous, no one having heard this side of her before. “When it was, that we decided to make war over who a secretary is stepping out with in her romantic life? Hm?” her jaw was set, lips in a straight line. “Because last I checked, unless there is something any of you would like to admit to me or your wives, none of you have had any kind of hold on Lizzie Stark in years,” Tommy, Arthur and John shifted uncomfortably on their feet. “So I am unclear on what the reason was that one of you blooming fucking idiots, decided to cut Angel Changretta!” She roared. “Someone answer me!” Bee screamed, head pounding. “Do any of you really think a turf war over a whore-turned-secretary is worth our lives? This isn’t the way it was five years ago! We all have children now, families we have to think of!” she yells, tears in her eyes. “So in saying that, you,” she points at Tommy. “Will call off the rest of this fucking mess with the Italians,” her finger moved to John. “And you are going to make a treaty with them, and you!” she points to Arthur. “Are going to make sure he doesn’t fuck it up.” 

They all eyed her with wide eyes. John chuckled nervously. “By who’s orders?” 

“The woman who may not get to keep her leg, that’s who.” she says, tone deathly. “Get out of my house, you all disgust me,” she waves them off. “And!” She shouted as they turned to leave. “If I can keep my leg,” she pointed at all of them. “The first thing I am going to do when I am able to stand is call all of you in for a meeting and kick all of you in the shins. Twice. Get out.” 

They all hurried to file out of Tommy and Bee’s chambers, heads down. 

Tommy spent weeks groveling at his wife’s feet, taking her scornful looks and hateful words. Guilt ate at him every moment knowing it should be him in her position. He would do anything to reverse the roles. She had wailed and cried, wanting to see the baby, wanting to hold her. Tommy insisted she was too weak still, which created more tears and resentment. 

One night during a particularly bad spell of pain, she gripped his shirt, tears and fire in her eyes. “If you do not get out of this life, Thomas, I will take our children and leave. They cannot live like this. And neither can I.” 

“You don’t mean that,” he said, terror filling his eyes. 

“I mean every word, Thomas. I didn’t sign up for this.” She winced in pain. 

“You knew what I was when you married me and you still chose to walk down the aisle and say your vows. You saw me long before our vows and you still wanted me. You don’t get to back out now,” he snarled. 

She shook her head. “I didn’t sign up to take bullets for my husband who’s idiotic family makes war over who a secretary steps out with.”

No one had heeded her warnings of ending the war with the Changretta’s, and the family lived on the edges of their seats day by day. Bee was a sitting duck, waiting for the moment someone was bold enough to approach their home and attack her. 

Tommy’s eyes filled with hurt at her words. “What can I do?” he asked, anger subsiding to fear. 

“Get rid of her,” his wife snarled, grasping at her leg. 

The next morning, Tommy walked slowly into the betting shop, approaching Lizzie’s desk outside his office. “Lizzie,” he said softly. “I need to speak with you,” he eyed the other secretaries who were trying their best to not listen in to what he was saying. 

Lizzie looked up at him quizzically before standing to her feet and following him into the office. He shut the doors behind them. 

“Sit, please,” he told her, reaching for his bottle of whiskey. She sat down. 

“How is Bee?” she asked nervously.

Tommy shook his head. “Don’t speak of her,” he nearly whispered, pouring himself a glass full of whiskey. 

Lizzie’s eyes widened. “Is she alright?” 

Tommy chuckled, bringing the glass to his lips. He swallowed half the glass in one go, setting it back down on his desk with a thud. “No, Lizzie, she isn’t. She hasn’t seen her son in nearly three weeks, and she has yet to hold her baby girl. They cry for her every night. Her family is ready to drag her back to London and she has cursed my name every day since she woke up. She is not alright.”

Lizzie looked down at her hands in her lap. “I tried to tell Arthur, at that party at the Manor a few months back. I loved Angel,” she said softly. 

Tommy planted both his palms firmly on his desk, shoulders broad, the fabric of his suit jacket straining against his frame. His eyes darkened. “You were literally,” his eyes narrowed at her in hatred. “Sleeping with our enemy.” 

“There was a truce! It had been in effect for years!” she argued back. 

“Yeah until John got wind of it! The truce was over after that, Lizzie! You’ve left me with no choice!” he shouted. 

Her eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Lizzie,” he sighed. “I have to fire you.” 

Her jaw dropped. “Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough?” she asked. “They killed the man I loved!” 

“And his people nearly killed the only good thing in my life!” he shouted, face red. “And she is moments away from leaving me as soon as she can because of all this now please, don’t make this harder than it has to be!” he yelled. 

She stood up, her hips pressed against the front of his desk. She reached a hand out to touch his face, and he had to stop himself from leaning into it. “What has she made of you, Tommy?” she asked him, sympathy dripping from her voice. “What power she holds over you,” she mused aloud, thumb rubbing gently against his cheek. “The power all women wish to hold over the man they love,” she shook her head softly, tears running down her face. “What has she made of you?” 

She dropped her hand from his face and walked out, Tommy’s head drooped to hang between his shoulders. He sank into his chair and sobbed. 

A doctor's appointment a week later confirmed the good fortune of Bee being able to keep her leg. She was still on crutches and unable to walk for extended periods of time, but her prognosis was good. Tommy was elated at the news, sliding the doctor a few extra pounds, to which she rolled her eyes. She was finally allowed to hold the baby, and she spent most of her waking hours in her room with the baby, admiring her small features. 

For the first time in their marriage, she’d subjected Tommy to separate bedrooms. She tossed and turned throughout the night and constantly felt the need to stretch, and somehow, Tommy always got in the way. And she was still mad at him. 

He looked at her like a kicked puppy when she’d told him she had asked Frances to make up the spare bedroom and had hobbled down the hallway, closing the door before he had a chance to fight her on it. 

He missed her. He understood her anger, her frustration, but dammit he missed her. Missed hearing her voice. She only ever really spoke to him when it was absolutely necessary. He missed her laugh, her lips on his. Missed falling asleep next to her, eating dinner with her and Peter. She’d taken to eating dinner earlier, before he got home most nights. The loneliness he thought he had long left behind him began to seep back into his bones. 

So when Tatiana made her arrival at the Shelby Manor, he was weak. 

He had returned from an outing with his brothers, a day of hunting and discussing plans for the rest of the Russian deal. He had delivered the news to his brothers that their father, sorry son of a bitch he was, was dead. A part of him was relieved, another part sorrowful. He returned, and his heart lifted when he smelled a familiar perfume—Bee’s. He thought she had come to greet him in his office. 

His face fell when he saw Tatiana, the Russian Duchess in his chair. “I came to inquire about your wife, Mr. Shelby,” she said, eyes wide, tone laced with seduction. “It was a terrible thing that happened to her at your beautiful event, truly.” 

“She hates me, but she’s alive. Which I will take,” he said, leaning against a bookcase as she stood up to fetch him a glass of whiskey. 

“She will not hate you for long, no? Perhaps a little while, but once you cover her from head to toe in diamonds she will forgive you,” she smirked, walking dangerously close to him. “I went to Paris and found her perfume. I liked it, and I thought you might too, Tommy,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him, dragging her fingertips across his chest. 

He sipped his whiskey. “I’m not going to fuck you,” he said, eyes betraying his words. 

“Could’ve fooled me, Mr. Shelby,” she giggled. “If you won’t fuck me then what will we do tonight together?” 

He shook his head. “Nothing.” 

He drank until he was thoroughly drunk that night—for the first time in a long time. The Duchess was giggly, stripped down to her slip and bra. He had told her stories of Bee. Goofy, silly stories. Stories she’d probably die of embarrassment if she knew anyone other than Tommy knew. 

He had told her the story of when Bee had woken up in the hospital, how she’d told him she would take the bullet for him again. Tears welled in his eyes, whether from the alcohol or the overwhelming urge he had to run to her, he couldn’t tell. But in that moment, Tatiana leaned in and kissed him. 

He allowed his lips to meld against hers for a moment before snapping to his senses, pushing her away. “I—I cannot betray her in this way,” he said. 

Tatiana looked at him through her lashes. “You really love her?” 

He nodded his head, wiping her lipstick from his lips. “With all I am.” 

She jumped up, grabbing his gun and running towards the stairs. Running after her, she skipped towards Tommy and Bee’s bedroom. “Let me show Mrs. Shelby!” She giggled, turning a corner a little too sharply and sliding on the hardwood. She giggled a little louder, causing Sara to pop her head out of the door down the opposite end of the hallway in the children’s wing. 

“Go back to bed, Sara, please,” Tommy pleaded, running after the Duchess. 

Sara’s eyes widened as she shut herself back in her room. Tommy heard his bedroom door creak open and a frustrated grunt from the Duchess. “Where is she, Tommy? Thought she might like to see me,” she said, pulling his suit jacket closer around her shoulders. He wondered to himself when she had managed to pull that on. 

“She wouldn’t, she’s fast asleep by now and she’s a bear when she’s woken up, please, let’s go back downstairs,” Tommy pleaded as she began to empty bullets from the chamber of his gun. “What’re you doing?” He asked. 

“Something we do in Russia,” she said breathily, turning the chamber before setting the barrel back in place, cocking the gun back and lifting it to her temple. 

“Don’t do this, please,” Tommy said, a hand out towards her. 

“It makes me feel alive!” She said, finger on the trigger, squeezing. 

“No!” Tommy screamed, wrestling the gun away from her. He knocked the gun from her hands, and as he did, she grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards her, the gun clattering to the floor. She pulled him flush against her, their bodies toppling over onto the bed, her lips crashing against his. 

“Oh, Tommy!” She gasped when he pulled himself free from her grasp, his hands on her throat—squeezing—tightly. “How did you know?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. 

He removed his hands from her throat with an exasperated huff. “I don’t want you,” he snarled, standing up. 

She giggled. “Only have eyes for your wife, hm? Is that because of guilt, duty or do you really love her that much?” 

Tommy stood in the middle of his room, panting, staring at her in disbelief. Neither of them had heard the door creak open further, Bee standing in the doorway on her crutches. “Answer the question, Thomas,” she demands. 

Their necks snap to look towards her and Tommy’s heart dropped into his stomach. “Mrs. Shelby! I was hoping to see you!” Tatiana beamed, walking towards Bee. 

She lifts the crutch from your good leg up towards Tatiana, the end of it pressing into her bare stomach. “Don’t come a millimeter closer,” she tells her, jaw clenched. Tatiana stops, the elated expression in her eyes falling. “Thomas, answer the question.” 

“Sweetheart, I—“ he stammered. “You know it’s because I love you,” he tells her, taking a step towards you. Bee turns away to walk back down the hall. “Fuck,” he grinds out, following behind her. “My love,” he pleads, cutting her off from her path to her room. “My love, please listen to me,” he says as she lets a crutch crunch down on his foot. He let out a pained yelp as she continued to walk. “It’s not what it looks like,” he says. 

“I am still in this house, Thomas! If you want to fuck another woman, how about you do it when I’m at least not in it, hm?” She tells him, slamming the door in his face. His heart sank when he heard her turn the lock. 

“Darling! Darling, please. Please,” he croaked, throat dry from all the yelling. He slid down the door, sitting down outside the door. 

Hours later, the corridors of the Shelby Manor were dimly illuminated by the orange glow of sunrise. His back was stiff, legs aching. His only source of heat was Scout, who had settled down next to him sometime in the night after the Duchess had fallen asleep in your shared bed. He heard little footsteps pattering down the hallway. “Daddy?” His son, Peter, called. 

Tommy sat up, wiping the drool from the side of his mouth. Scout grunted, shifting her position on the floor. “Hello, son,” Tommy said. 

“What are you doing out here? Mummy’s in there,” Peter said, pointing to the door. 

“Yes, well, Mummy is very upset with me, so she doesn’t want to see me right now,” Tommy explained, straightening Peter’s pajamas. “What’re you doing up?” 

“I had some scary dreams last night,” Peter explained. “You were shouting in my dreams.”

Tommy’s blood ran cold knowing what Peter heard weren’t dreams. He pulled his son close to his chest, pressing a kiss against the top of his head. 

After safely tucking Peter back in his bed, Tommy returned to his bedroom, where the Duchess lay in your shared bed naked. “Good morning,” she nearly purred, stretching her limbs. 

“Get out,” he barked. 

“Waited for you all night,” she said again. 

“Get out!” He screamed. 

She looked at him, gathering her clothes from the various corners of the bed. “Remember, Mr. Shelby,” she whispered. “You may kill the priest. You have my permission.” 

Tommy wasn’t sure what scared him more—not remembering the conversation she was referring to, or the look in her eyes. 

Bee’s rage was boiling over—a new sort of rage she didn’t realize she had the potential for. It was Tommy’s fault she was in this position and he was inviting other women over to have an affair under the same roof. 

A bitter seed had been planted in her heart after she’d regained consciousness enough to remember everything. The love she’d harbored for her husband had turned to enmity. Bordering on hatred. She hated the feeling, but couldn’t shake it. She was almost dead. 

She’d refused to open the door that morning before he went out for the day. Refused to acknowledge him. Refused to speak to him. 

It would haunt her as one of her greatest regrets. 

Bee received a phone call from Ada. Panicked. “Bee, Bee, oh, please, please, you’ve got to help me!” Ada screeched into the phone. 

“Ada, Ada what is it?” Bee asks. It had been nearly two days since she’d seen Tommy with the Duchess. 

“It’s Tommy—he’s—oh, Bee, I don’t know what’s happened to him. He’s in the hospital his skull is cracked and he’s bleeding out of his ears and nose and—“ she rambled on, tears and sobs making it difficult for her to be understood. “Just please, please come here, please,” she sobbed. 

“Where is he?” Bee asks.  

Ada tells you which hospital. “Please come, Bee. I know you’re angry with him for all this but he won’t say a word unless it’s your name, please,” Ada cries. “What if he’s dying?” She asks. 

“I’m coming, Ada. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Bee tells her. She yells down the hall for Frances, who comes running. “Please tell Simmons to get the car ready, I have to go to the hospital.” 

Bee walks as quickly as she can manage through the halls of the Birmingham hospital, the cries of patients making her heart beat a little faster than it probably should have been, seeing as she was still recovering herself. Panic had overwhelmed her on the drive to the hospital. Worry. Worry that if her beloved was dying-she would have spent his last few days being cross with him for something that should have been forgiven already. Guilt ate at her.

She found Tommy’s room, Ada sitting in the chair next to his bed, holding his hand. His face was bruised and bloody, eyes swollen and his entire body soaked with sweat. 

Tears fill her eyes immediately. “Thomas,” she breathes, hobbling as quickly as she can over to him, pain shooting through her heart, her leg, her mind. “Oh, my Darling, my sweetheart, what happened?” She asks, sitting on the edge of his bed, cupping her hand to his cheek softly, fingers immediately sticky from the blood. 

“My love,” he manages to croak out. “Is it you?” 

“Yes, yes, Thomas, it’s me,” she says, taking his hand, running his fingers over her diamond ring. He often ran his fingers over it absentmindedly, knowing every curve and prong. “It’s me, I’m here now,” she tells him. He takes her hand, his grip weak. 

“You’re here?” He says in a small voice. A voice so small she almost didn't recognize it. 

“Yes, I’m here,” she says. She looks over at Ada, confused at the glassed over look in his eyes. 

“He can’t see,” Ada said through tears. 

“Thomas,” she cries, tears spilling down her cheeks, some falling to his chest. 

“Eh, no crying, please. Don’t be angry with me, eh?” He says weakly. 

“I’m not, I’m not, Sweetheart, I’m not,” she cooed. He shakes, body cold and clammy to the touch. “Are you cold?” She asks. 

“No,” he grunts. “‘M hot,” he tells her, squeezing his eyes shut. 

“Okay,” she says, reaching for a cloth on the side table, soaking it in the cool water. She gently runs it over his forehead, gently moving to his face, wiping the sweat from his skin. “Just rest, my love, please,” she tells him gently. 

“Don’t leave,” he says quietly. 

“I won’t. I won’t, my love, I promise,” she tells him, pressing a kiss to his hand before he falls unconscious. 

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pt. 5: an analysis of the different vedic themes within miraculous ladybug

i have some lingering notes and observations that i did not include in the analysis that i’d like to discuss. this also includes spoilers, so read at your own discretion.

before the days got filled with responsibilities, i was an avid miraculous ladybug watcher. to this day, i still keep up with the show during my free time. throughout these past few years, i’ve deep dived into the knowledge of vedic astrology and progressively started to recognize themes present in the show that coincided with certain nakshatras. this is part one of my research, a deep dive into the vedic astrology of miraculous: the tales of ladybug and cat noir. 

-> i used the birthdays of the voice actors and actresses to confirm my findings.

director [thomas astruc]: uttara bhadrapada moon & uttara ashadha sun

gabriel agreste/hawkmoth [keith silverstein]: vishakha moon & mula sun [as the show progresses, his name changes to monarch, however i'm going to refer to him as hawkmoth throughout the analysis].

marinette dupain-cheng/ladybug [cristina vee]: uttara ashadha moon & punarvasu sun

adrien agreste/cat noir [bryce papenbrook]: magha moon & shatabhisha sun

chloe bourgeois [selah victor]: anuradha/jyeshta moon & ashwini sun 

-> definitions

miraculous: magical jewelry containing hidden powers that transforms the wearers into animal-themed superpowered beings.

miracle box: holds all 36 miraculouses when they aren’t in use. 

akumatized: regular people who are transformed into villains. 

cataclysm: the superpower to destroy anything the person touches.

absolute wish: aka the ultimate miraculous absolute power, grants a person one wish to ask for anything in the universe. 

this analysis of the show is my interpretation and is all up for interpretation! 

please credit if shared through any type of means! 

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adrien and chloe used to be childhood friends. they came to be friends because their parents are old friends. also, chloe had a semblance of a crush on adrien (only because of his status). they are horse yoni consorts: adrien is a shatabhisha sun and chloe is an ashwini sun with a stellium. perhaps these nakshatras may correlate to high status because in society, horses and horse-back riding is perceived as a sport played by the wealthy. 

chloe, adrien, and gabriel are all ketu nakshatras: ashwini, magha, mula, and are major characters in the show who are wealthy. i can’t indicate whether or not these particular nakshatras or nodal influence in general grants wealth, but the characters, chloe and gabriel, carry similar themes of acting elitist in their own manner, while adrien doesn’t share that mentality. perhaps this is due to his saturn and rahu influence. 

in contrast to adrien’s broken family, marinette has a strong, loving family. i don’t know if uttara ashadha has any connections to family, but one of punarvasu and magha’s symbols is the home/family. i wonder if the reason for adrien’s poor family life can be explained by just shatabhisha or the combination of magha and shatabhisha. the fathers’ occupations feel symbolic to their home situation: marinette is the daughter of a warm, loving baker vs adrien is the son of a strict, withdrawn designer–punarvasu vs shatabhisha sun. 

everyone in class knows about her massive crush on adrien correlating to punarvasu’s jupiterian nature. in the media, they’re typically shown having unfulfilled romantic pleasure leading to them pining over someone of high status in the social hierarchy [reference: claire nakti].

marinette’s love for adrien has been referred to as practically obsession by the viewers and i wonder if it primarily has to do with her ardra venus (conjunct ardra mercury). venus rules over love and romantic relationships. ardra is a rahu nakshatra and rahu relates to obsession. it’s different from the obsession i observed in the vishakha native that obsesses over achievement and loyalty towards a person. marinette is obsessed with adrien himself. she sees it as simply having a crush on him, but can’t quite seem to do anything about it–she’s in her head about it. yet while fulfilling her duties, she is very intelligent, has out-of-the-box ideas, and can connect ideas together very quickly which i believe is a combination of her punarvasu and ardra placements.  

marinette and gabriel’s beginnings in life are very similar. gabriel’s family owned a french-fry shop and as a teenager, he used to support the punk movement which advocates for anti-authoritarianism. this means he was all for giving the people as much freedom as possible, contrasting his current self. as stated before, marinette’s family owns a bakery and ladybug’s mission is to free the people from hawkmoth’s control. both gabriel and marinette’s dream was to become a fashion designer as children, and gabriel has accomplished this feat, while marinette is in the process of accomplishing it. their similarities and differences show the relationship between vishakha, mula, punarvasu, & uttara ashadha (if the rashi is sagittarius)–the similarities and differences in the way jupiter manifests. if her uttara ashadha moon is not a sagittarius, the difference between sagittarius and capricorn (which would connect to the director’s cap ua). in particular, it highlights the similarities and differences in the themes between the jupiter nakshatras: punarvasu vs vishakha, also the gemini-sagittarius axis: punarvasu vs mula. 

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<- part four of the mlb vedic analysis

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Newly Named OCs

thank you thank you thank you @cecexwrites for talking me off the edge of a metaphorical cliff and helping me figure all of this out let's go

Upcoming Plot Bunnies (not going to share details now bc I'll post their asks once I make headers)

Vanya Baker – Gilmore Girls, x Max

Lillie Ledger – Bridgerton

Theodosia Byrd – Bridgerton, x Benedict

Samira Devlin – Supernatural

Archie Quinton – Doctor Who

Zenais Rosier – Harry Potter, x Pansy

The Society

Claire Tomkins ( Olivia Holt ) — Elle’s twin sister, thinks Campbell is a sketchy ass bitch

Luca Clarke ( Froy Gutierrez ) – poly Sam & Grizz OC, chaotic rich football player and leads the guard after Grizz goes on the expedition, hates Campbell

Camryn Clarke ( Madelyn Cline ) – poly Hallie OC, Luca's step sister and best friend, also Harry's best friend, rich bitch wild child

Jurassic World (blame Cece)

Joss Murphy ( Madelyn Cline ) – Lex's daughter, head empty

Courtney Krill ( Kristine Froseth ) – Vivian's younger sister, waitress on the island, x Matthew Steele

Matthew Steele ( Tom Holland ) – bar tender on the island but wants to one day work in the research & development department, x Courtney Krill

Miles Shepherd ( Chris Evans ) – runs security on whichever exhibit Devon runs, x Devon Grady

Elijah Lewis ( Dylan O'Brien ) – head 100% empty, x Raegan Mitchell

Everest Ledger ( Tom Hiddleston ) – head empty, future oc ship but can't decide between a few options

Tanner Kane ( Brenton Thwaites ) – head empty, future oc ship but can't decide between a few options

Kai Forrest ( Josh Hutcherson ) – head empty, future oc ship but can't decide between a few options

Decker Haynes ( Dwayne Johnson ) – head empty, future oc ship but can't decide between a few options

OUAT

Ariana Galanis / Ariadne Bayern ( Nicola Coulghan ) – Bluebeard's final wife, but Bluebeard is Peter Pan. Hook rescued her from being the latest sacrifice and hid her in the Enchanted Forest, but then the curse happens

Marigold "Goldie" Thistle / Thumbelina ( Sabrina Carpenter ) – Thumbelina, fairy princess, just vibes

Kieran Iverson / Ambrose Morvan ( Aaron Tveit ) – in the Enchanted Forest he was a travelling musician/writer but Regina killed his first love, he ended up leading a band of rebels fighting against her reign, tbd what he's doing in Storybrooke, x Pearl Gale

Bridgerton

Hermione Bridgerton ( Millie Bobby Brown ) – Hyacinth's twin, just vibes

Callum Linfield ( Henry Goulding ) – head empty just vibes, x Euphemia Bridgerton

Thomasin Elkins ( Anne Hathaway ) – widow in the ton, friends with Violet & Agatha (and Charlotte?), ends up starting a flirtation with Jon Lockwood which soon turns into more

Narnia

Molly Pevensie ( Millie Bobby Brown ) – Lucy's twin, ends up back in Narnia before them in Prince Caspian, has to survive alone when there are no Narnians to help or protect her and ends up befriending Caspian

Recasts / Updates

Eulalia Rosier ( Kacey Rohl ) – Carissa Rosier's new name

Lea Aldrich ( Grace Van Dien ) – Zoe Aldrich's new name / face

Mandy Holbrook ( Olivia Scott Welch ) – Mandy Holbrook's new face

Eilwony ( Kiernan Shipka ) – Eilwony's new face

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Disney Descendants : Pixie Hollow Fairies and Their Humans Parental Addition Part 2

Taran From The Black Cauldron x Claire The baker's Daughter From Beauty and The Beast :

Taran's Sparrowman ,Trak | Scouting Talent Sparrowman

This sparrow man is one of the most experiences scout talents in Pixie Hollow. Trak knows how to build a lookout in a tall tree. He can make darts out of porcupine quills. He even knows how to make telescopes, though he does need help from the glassblowing talents. Trak’s favorite thing in the world is to sit in a lookout at the top of a tree, whittling a new slingshot and watching the sun set over Pixie Hollow.

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Claire's Fairy , Dinah | Cooking Talent Fairy

As kitchen talents go, Dinah's specialty is a little strange: she is very good at fixing food. If a souffle isn't rising or a soup tastes like toothpaste, Dinah can fix it. She's got a way of sprucing up and rescuing even the most terrible kitchen disasters. Often, the dishes that Dinah fixes turn out even better than usual. That's why fairies waiting for dinner never worry when they hear someone yell "Dinah! Help!" They know their meal will be extra tasty. Eventually

Jenny Foxworth x Nibs The lost boy:

.Jenny Foxworth's Fairy ,Trill | Music Talent Fairy

Music talents are usually social but not Trill. This quiet fairy is very shy and prefers to stay in the background. But Trill doesn’t let her shyness get in the way of fighting for what she believes in. Trill’s, panpipes are her most treasured possession. They are made of sturdy reeds and they have been polished until they gleam. The sound they make is so pure and sweet, it sends a shiver down the spine of every fairy who hears Trill play them.

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Nibs's Fairy , Spinner | Tall Tale Telling Talent Sparrow Man

Spinner is a real mystery in Pixie Hollow. That's because he's almost never around. Spinner has been known to disappear for years at a time, only to return with fantastic new stories to tell. Spinner's years of wandering have left him somewhat shabby. His jacket is patched, there are holes in his shoes, and his hair usually has twigs and leaves in it. But his smile is always merry and he always has a story to tell.

Slightly the lost boy x Emma From Cinderella :

Slightly's Fairy ,Bluebell | Garden Talent Fairy

Full of energy, Bluebell buzzes almost as much as the bumblebees that fly through her garden. This garden talent is one perky fairy! In fact her friends often have to ask her to talk more slowly, because her thoughts tumble out of her mouth fast that no one can keep up. Bluebell’s Favorite flowers are crocuses, because they spring up so quickly. A scatterbrained dragonfly named Lester keeps her company most days. They get along well.

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Emma's Fairy, Mixie | Baking Talent Fairy

Mixie is a baking fairy. She is friends with Dulcie and Dunkin, she and Dunkin tend to do whatever Dulcie says.

Victoria Costa, Bella’s BFF From Pinocchio 1940 :

Victoria's Fairy , Quill | Art Talent Fairy

Most fairies have personalities that fit their specialty. Quill, whose passion is for carving stone, is no exception. She is one of the most stubborn fairies around. And it’s a good thing too; chipping away at a block of granite is slow work. A less determined fairy than Quill would give up. But once Quill imagines a shape inside a block of stone, she won’t rest until she’s uncovered it. 

Fern Coachman , Daughter of The Coachman and Alice’s Childhood friend / Servant girl who worked for Alice’s Family 

Fern, Coachman's Fairy , Vidia | Fast Flying Talent Fairy

Vidia is sly, moody, vindictive, and selfish but has a good heart when all is said and done. She tends to use sugary phrases such as "darling" and "dear" condescendingly to other fairies. She is said to be the fastest fairy in Pixie Hollow, but her title gets to her head, as she is determined to keep her title and go to great lengths to achieve this. Not only does she feel she is the best in speed, but the best fairy overall and berates anyone who thinks otherwise

Pete (Lampwick’s Friend From Pinocchio 1940 ) X Shining Pearl (Tiger Lily’s Friend from another tribe ):

Pete's Sparrowman  , Dunkin | Baking Talent Sparrow Man

Like any baking talent worth his sugar, Dunkin can make wonderful sweets. But his specialty is what fairies call flatbread (and Clumsies call pizza). Dunkin is a wizard with flatbread dough, flipping it up into the air, twirling it around on one finger, and coming up with the most delicious combinations of toppings. Dunkin likes to sing to himself while he bakes, even though he's completely tone-deaf. The other kitchen fairies don't mind too much though.

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Shining Pearl's Fairy,  Cinda | Helper Talent Fairy

Cinda is one of Queen Clarion's four helper fairies. Her job is to make the Queen's bed in the morning and to help her get dressed. Cinda loves choosing beautiful gowns for the Queen to wear, and Queen Clarion loves Cinda's fashion sense. Cinda also polishes Queen Clarion's crown every morning before the Queen puts it on. When Queen Clarion appears in the tearoom for breakfast looking as graceful and regal as can be, it's because Cinda is such a helper talent.

Fabiana From The Live Action Remake Repurposed For Pinocchio 1940 x Sir Kay From The Sword and The Stone :

Fabiana's Fairy, Lyria | Story Telling Talent

Beautiful, serious Lyria specializes in telling stories about the history of Pixie Hollow. Her performances are so popular that she has to schedule them ahead of time so nobody will miss one. When Lyria tells a story, she doesn't just talk. She uses her whole body to act out the events. And she uses fairy dust to create pictures in the air of what's going on. Lyria's fondest wish is to visit the mainland to see a performance in a human theater.

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Sir Kay's Fairy , Shade | Scouting-Talent Fairy

Shade is a scout fairy and Nyx's teammate. She is the most calm and serene of the group. Her main weapon is a sword made of porcupine quill, that resembles a  katana. 

Katrina Van Tassel From The Adventures Of Icabod and Mr. Toad :

Katrina's fairy , Hem | Dressmaking Talent Fairy

Hem is one of the sweetest fairies around, but it can sometimes be hard to understand what she is saying. That's because she's usually speaking around a mouthful of pins. Hem is a dressmaking talent. When a fairy has a special occasion coming up, Hem is the one to talk to. She whips out her measuring tape and fabric samples, and gets to work designing a fantastic new outfit. No matter where a fairy is going, Hem will make sure she goes there in style.

King Arthur / Wart From The Sword and The Stone:

King Arthur / Wart's Fairy , Rhia | Helper Talent Fairy

As one of Queen Clarion's four helper fairies, Rhia has a very important talent: she keeps the queen's schedule. Without her, Queen Clarion wouldn't know if she was supposed to be judging a bumblebee-buzzing contest or hearing a report from the Minister of Autumn. Rhia loves making sure Queen Clarion's day goes smoothly. She brings her leaf-page appointment book with her wherever she goes, so no appointment is ever missed.

Dedicated To @hannahhook7744, @fairiesandbeatleslover and @princessquinnella

[saraiisstanky]

Miles Baker son of Aphrodite

Behan Mellifera son of Aristaeus

Charity Damaris daughter of Thalia (Charity of festivity)

Ryder Messenger child of Hermes

Marlon Green son of Demeter

Matthew Ace son of Apollo

Marcus Warner son of Ares

Claire Kemp daughter of Ares

I attempted to continue this series but I realized I didn’t have a lot of references on hand for more than half of these characters so it was based off my horrible memory💀

[kxedeharas]

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Hatchetfield x Resident Evil

Basically, CCRP are messing around with viruses based on the research of Executive Kilgore and the Emdroid and one of them causes a zombie outbreak in Hatchetfield, so PEIP agents John Macnamara, Wilbur Cross and Xander Lee are sent to investigate the mansion of Charles Coven. Wilbur betrays his friends.

Meanwhile, John Macnamara’s foster daughter, Lex, is returning to Hatchetfield to visit him and ends up getting stuck in the HFPD building and crossing paths with officer Bailey.

(I don’t really know the plots of 4, 5 and 6 so we’re gonna skip them lol)

Years later, Emma Perkins is working as a mercenary and scientist working on sentient mold developed from a mysterious meteor that crashed and died out years ago. Her team insert that into a young baby Grace Chasity. The mission to transport the child goes wrong and they end up in Lousiana at Karen and Mark Chasity’s house. Grace infects them all with her mold and gets Emma to send an email three years after she went missing to her husband, Paul.

Paul shows up, is thoroughly confused and manages to save his wife with Macnamara’s help.

Paul and Emma go into witness protection effectively, moving to a remote village and having a child named after Emma’s sister, Jane.

Paul is worried that one or both of them will have passed the mold to their baby.

Then one day, Macnamara shows up, kills Emma and kidnaps Paul and the baby.

To rescue her, Paul faces off against the four lords of the village: Linda Monroe, Steph Lauter, Ted Spankoffski and Henry Hidgens and eventually the cult leader of the village, Emdroid, who had kidnapped the real Emma after the birth so she could use the baby to bring back her own dead child, which Grace should have been.

Paul sacrifices himself to kill Emdroid and save his daughter, because he died at Mark Chasity’s hand way back in Lousiana and was brought back as part of the mold.

Emma is alive and well, and rescued and reunited with her daughter.

Cast list:

Paul Matthews: Ethan Winters

Emma Perkins: Mia Winters

Jane Matthews (Paulkins baby: Rose Winters

Pokey: The Mold

John Macnamara: Chris Redfield

Linda: Alcina Dimitrescu

Hidgens: Karl Heisenberg

Ted: Sal Moreau

Steph and Ruth: Donna and Angie

Emdroid: Mother Miranda

Grace Chasity: Evelyn

Mark Chasity: Jack Baker

Karen Chasity: Marguerite Baker

Becky Barnes: Zoe Baker

CCRP: Umbrella corp

Wilbur Cross: Albert Wesker

Xander Lee: Jill Valentine

PEIP: S.T.A.R.S

Charles Coven: Oswald Spencer

Lex Foster: Claire Redfield

Officer Bailey: Leon S Kennedy

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Jess Watches // Sat 24 Aug // Day 331 & Sun 25 Aug // Day 332 Synopses & Favourite Scenes & Poll

The Sound of Magic (with L) Ep 6 The last performance (Finale)

Through a longtime friend, Ah-yi and Il-deung learn of Ryu Min-hyuk's pained past. The magician disappears from the interrogation room.

A magical beginning with a depressing end. Super impressed by the cinematography though. I'm still living in ep 3 on my carosel horsies.

Ugly Betty (rw with mum) 4x05 Plus None

Matt asks someone else to be his "plus one" at Wilhemina's fund-raiser for Tibetan orphans, and Daniel hires his new BFF Natalie as his assistant, making Betty feel obsolete. Amanda keeps a secret from Betty, and Daniel discovers that his mother, Claire, has history with Cal Hartley. Meanwhile we learn the truth behind Nico's dire straits.

Natalie looking more like Claire's daughter than either Meade sibling yet the child Claire gave up was her son. Icr, but surely Dylan Baker is too old to be him?? Also, I'm Betty, third-wheeling all my friendships/relationships.

The Dragon Prince 6x03 The Frozen Ship

On their journey to the Starscraper, Rayla and Callum spend a chilly night at an unusual campsite. Terry offers Claudia some comfort.

The tenderness in which Terry cared for Claudia was so soft and soothing. Though if your hair is tangled, you start combing from the ends, no need to hack it off. And the sweetness of Stella and Sneezles forcing helping their elf and human to confront their feelings for each other. <3

[famousautomatondreamsrockstar]

All these girls call me daddy — they love it — they love my huge cock — Jenna Lynn Meowri and Jenna Dreams and Mikayla Demaiter and Corinna Kopf and Billie Eilish and Katy Perry and Taylor Swift and Kate Middleton and Olivia Rodrigo and Miley Cyrus and Zara Larsson and kaceyxbaby and Vera Blue and lildrummergirl Abbie and Hailey Bieber and Kim Kardashian and Princess Diana and lisard dom_kalf and Queen Elizabeth II and Freelee The Banana Girl Leanne Ratcliffe and Fully Raw Kristina and Joe Biden's granddaughter and Rishi Sunak's wife and Jill Biden and her daughter and Lilyisthatyou and Margot Robbie and Juliet Joslin and Natalie Levin and Amina J Mohammed and Kendall Jenner and Bella Hadid and Gigi Hadid and Camille Rowe and Queen Camilla and Princess Charlotte and Jessica Nigri and Grimes Claire Boucher and qtcinderella and Danielle Haim and Este Haim and Alana Haim and Camila Cabello and Madison Beer and Britney Spears and Angelina Jolie and Jennifer Aniston and Shiloh Jolie Pitt and Hillary Clinton and Chelsea Clinton and Nancy Pelosi and Ivanka Trump and Melania Trump and Charli XCX and Michelle Bachelet and Ursula von der Leyen and Roberta Metsola and Amber Heard and Samantha Hoekstra and Alexandria Cook and Cate Blanchett and Dakota Fanning and Courtney Cox and Kamala Harris and Justine Musk and Megan Fox and Rachel Jade and Anne Hathaway and Laura Lux and Jayden Jynx and Amelia Wilde and Natalee 007 and Chloe Amen and Tana Amen and Kylie Jenner and Linda McCartney and Francesca Hanks and Ghada Fathi Waly and Zoe Manville and her daughter and Ava Max and Lisa Kudrow and Chloe Mia Brown and Lana Del Rey and Lili Reinhart and Baker Grace and Scarlett Johansson and Skyler Simpson are crying because I have more than one wife — I'm sorry I made you cry, sugar poo — you're still my everything.

Miley Cyrus is threatening her suicide because I cheated on her.

Who's gonna be the one to catch my wedding ring?

Which one of these girls do I like the most?