#fairwood

[griseldagimpel]

Having Martin Blackwood/Simon Fairchild/the Vast thoughts. Gonna write a ficlet as soon as I get a chance.

[yescrazycatlady10]

Tales From Fairwood Episode 10: Hide And Go Sleep! (2024)

[chelseajackarmy]

Joe Allen for Swansea City AFC

[the-opposite-and-the-mirror]

Ablation Nation lol

Nathaniel Sternwing, Beyla Nightweaver, Alexia Lightwood, Nyah Fairwood Bane

[humblyhobbit]

my silly doomed yuri. they make me so ill.

sun x moon except make them lesbian goddesses that hate each other so much that they make their children tear the entire world apart.

they’re both from my story fairwood meadows!!

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

If Maryse has to go then I want her to die in Jocelyn's arms and a secret love confession. I won't accept less

Rest in Peace Maryse Lightwood you will be missed 🙏🙏

[formeryelpers]

Fairwood Café, 35204 Newark Blvd, Newark, CA 94560

Fairwood Café is a Hong Kong café that opened in 2015. It has the look and feel of a Chinese diner. The menu includes sandwiches, porridge, sizzling plates, spaghetti, rice plates, fried rice, chow fun/mein, macaroni/ramen/udon, and hot and cold drinks.

Hot Hong Kong style milk tea (large, $3.50): big cup of hot, strong, sweet milk tea (sweetened with condensed milk). They sweetened it for you. I prefer to add my own condensed milk.

Pork & preserved egg porridge ($10.75): a smaller size, broken down and fairly thick. It was on the bland side but decent, with big chunks of preserved egg, scallions, and seasoned pork (shredded). There was no white pepper on any of the tables. The pork tasted like it was leftover.

Fairwood Café is in a strip mall with plenty of parking. It might be cash only, though I didn’t see a sign that said cash only. The décor is interesting – colorful but the colors aren’t complementary. It seemed clean. There were some handwritten specials on whiteboards but they were in Chinese only.

3 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[eosshifts]

⋆｡°✩Marauders DR Script [Part 5]✩°｡⋆

Name: Peter J. Pettigrew

Nickname(s): Wormtail

Age: 17

House: Gryffindor

Animagus Form: Rat

Wand Type: Chestnut, 9 1/4”, dragon heartstring

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender Identity: Demiboy + Transgender

Romantic Orientation: Aromantic

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Other Orientation(s): Panqueerplatonic; Polyamorous

Partner(s): None

Pet(s): Cats (Derek + Cassie)

Other: Knows all sign language; uses wheelchair (full-time)

Name: Lily Evans

Nickname(s): Softness

Age: 17

House: Gryffindor

Animagus Form: Doe

Wand Type: Willow, 10 1/4”, unicorn hair

Pronouns: They/Them

Gender Identity: Nonbinary

Romantic Orientation: Homoromantic

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Other Orientation(s): None

Partner(s): Celeste Fairwood

Pet(s): Cat (Blackie)

Other: Knows all sign language

[credits to makowka, and @enchanthings]

[griseldagimpel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Simon Fairchild, Martin Blackwood/Simon Fairchild/The Vast Characters: Martin Blackwood, Simon Fairchild, The Vast (The Magnus Archives) Additional Tags: Smut, BDSM, Dom/sub, Mile High Club Summary:

Simon Fairchild can't get Martin Blackwood out of his mind, so he invites him to an outing aboard his plane.

Set near the end of the Season 4, sometime between "Big Picture" and "Rotten Core".

[the-opposite-and-the-mirror]

Every time I see this I think of these two Parabatai:

Nyah Fairwood Bane and Max Lightwood - The Opposite and The Mirror

Is this NOT jude and cardan

[yescrazycatlady10]

Heart To Fart! A Tales From Fairwood Short! (2024)

[greatworldwar2]

• No. 125 Newfoundland Squadron RAF

Motto: Nunquam domandi ("Never to be tamed")

Squadron Codes: FN (Apr 1939 – Sep 1939) VA (Jun 1941 – Nov 1945)

Number 125 (Newfoundland) Squadron was a Royal Air Force squadron active during World War II and briefly in the mid-1950s. Throughout its service the squadron primarily operated night fighters. No. 125 Squadron was initially formed at Old Sarum, Wiltshire on 1 February 1918 as a light bomber squadron of the Royal Flying Corps. It was planned for the squadron to become operational and deploy to France in September however it was instead disbanded on 1 August 1918, thus never seeing active service in the First World War.

No. 125 Squadron was reformed on June 16th, 1941 at RAF Colerne equipped with Bolton-Paul Defiant night fighters. The squadron was raised as a result of a war loan raised by the Newfoundland Commission of Government in 1940. After discovering a surplus of revenue, the commission presented the British Government with $500,000 to establish a squadron with the hope that it would be manned by Newfoundlanders. This hope was realised with at least a dozen Newfoundlanders flying with No. 125 Squadron in its early days along with a contingent of English, Scottish, Welsh, Commonwealth and Polish pilots. Volunteers from Newfoundland and Labrador died at a higher rate while serving with the Royal Air Force (RAF) than with any other branch of the British Armed Forces during the war. On 24 September 1941, the squadron moved to RAF Fairwood Common, Wales and became fully operational, with the Defiant proving to be a more than effective night fighter. By February 1942, No. 125 Squadron began to convert over to the twin-engined Bristol Beaufighter, with these becoming operational by April. Defiants and Hawker Hurricanes were also used to supplement the Beaufighters in the squadron's patrols. With an increasing number of Newfoundlanders being found in No. 125 Squadron's ranks, some aircrew began to name their aircraft in recognition of their Newfoundland heritage: St, John's, Corner Brook, Deer Lake and Buchans were some of the names they used. From October to December 1942, the squadron operated a detachment at RAF Sumburgh in the Shetland Islands.

No. 125 Squadron moved north to RAF Valley in November 1943 in order to carry out patrols over the Irish Sea. While based here the squadron operated a detachment from RAF Ballyhalbert in Northern Ireland. Despite being a 'Newfoundland' squadron, by November 1943 only 5 of the 30 aircrew were from Newfoundland as well as 45 of the roughly 200 ground crew came from the Dominion. With a conversion to de Havilland Mosquito night fighters in February 1944, No. 125 Squadron moved south to RAF Hurn, Dorset at the end of March. This was in preparation to cover the Operation Overlord landings in Normandy. In April, No. 125 Squadron had their caribou squadron badge officially approved by King George VI. The squadron also participated in intercepting Operation Steinbock raids from January to May 1944. With a bridgehead secured in France and with the commencement of V-1 flying bomb attacks on London, the squadron moved to RAF Middle Wallop in July 1944 to fly night time interceptions.

On October 18th, 1944, No. 125 Squadron moved to RAF Coltishall, Norfolk. From Coltishall the squadron defended against enemy intruders and Heinkel He 111s carrying flying bombs, as well as undertaking reconnaissance to locate the remainder of German shipping. In April 1945, No. 125 Squadron transferred up to RAF Church Fenton in Yorkshire. Here it saw out the war before disbanding for the second time on 20 November 1945 when its aircraft and personnel were renumbered to No. 264 Squadron. By the end of the war No. 125 Squadron had managed to score 44 victories, 5 probables and 20 damaged. No. 125 Squadron reformed in March 1955 as a night fighter unit once more. While based at Stradishall, the squadron operated alongside fellow night fighter units No. 89 Squadron and No. 152 Squadron, as well as No. 245 Squadron. The Squadron was disbanded for the final time in May 1957.

[xoxoladyaz]

Steddie Bigbang #177: Infernally Yours is HERE!

Finally, after months of work I am SO HAPPY to start publishing my contribution to @steddiebang, a post-Season 3 AU in which Hopper doesn't go to Russia, the Byers family stays in Hawkins, and Steve Harrington finally agrees to play DnD with Hellfire. Chapters 1 and 2 are up today, chapters 3 and 4 will go up on the 9th, and the last two chapters (and the epilogue) will be posted on the 16th.

Here's the link to the story on Ao3 and a preview below :) I can't wait to see what you all think!

Listen. Steve Harrington knew that he had some sins to pay for, okay? He was kind of a stuck-up shit for most of high school and while he didn’t go out of his way to, like, ruin anybody’s day – cough, cough, Tommy Hagan – he also didn’t really reach out to anyone who needed help either. He’d led on a lot of girls before Nance, too, and if judging by the fact that the only girls he dated these days wanted a good time and not a long time, well, he had some work to do on the whole “relationship” and “finding everlasting love” front. But he’s done the work to be better! Granted, a lot of the work consisted of him getting beaten up and/or tortured by other people while protecting a group of unthankful little shitheads, but it’s still progress. And, not to brag, but he got Robin Buckley as a best friend out of the whole thing, so really, Steve Harrington’s not doing so bad on the whole “redemption” thing, thank you.

So why, why does the universe continue to torment him?

“ – and that’s when Lorcan Fairwood used Horde Breaker to fire into the pack of gnolls, dealing five points of damage to Kazar, the gnoll pack leader, and then Eddie said - ”

“Dingus,” Robin hissed, knocking her elbow into Steve’s and dislodging him from his thoughts. “Get Dingus Junior to knock-it-off with this dork talk before I knock him into the recent returns.”

Groaning, Steve rubbed his palms against his dry eyes and braced for impact. “We got it, Henderson, Munson’s the best thing to ever happen to Dorks and Demons - ”

“ – Dungeons and Dragons, Steve, I know that you know that’s what it’s called - ”

“ – and as much as I like hanging out with you, dude, these multi-hour play-by-plays aren’t convincing me that this nerd shit is, like, fun or whatever,” he finished with a sigh. Robin shot him an exasperated but grateful look and then slid her newest stack of freshly rewound returns his way.

“Shelving time, doinkus.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve rolled his eyes and reached for the stack.

Dustin snorted and kicked at the front of his desk, which, the attitude on this kid, seriously. “Guess Eddie was right.” 

Steve froze. What the hell does that mean?

“What the hell does that mean?”

Dustin snorted again before spinning to face Steve, his hands falling to his hips. “Eddie said says that jocks only care about other jocks. And jock stuff.”

“Hey, okay, first of all, there’s only one of us that’s actually saved your life multiple times and it’s not Eddie Munson, so jot that down,” Steve snapped, dropping the tapes back onto the counter (and ignoring Robin’s yelp as they tumbled everywhere). “And second, just because we don’t have the same interests doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, man. That’s a shit thing to say.”

Henderson folded inward, his eyes dropping towards the ground and voice losing its normal intensity. “Sorry, Steve.”

“And third – look, Henderson,” Steve sighed at Dustin’s drooping. (Look, he was a little shithead with the biggest ego in every room, but he was Steve’s little shithead and he hated to see him upset – even when it was his own fault.) “Maybe it isn’t like, totally boring in the moment or whatever, but getting a two-hour play by play after your game every Saturday isn’t doing a whole lot to convince me, man.”

“Well,” Dustin perked up slightly and cleared his throat, “we’re always looking for new members - ”

“Nope, no way.”

“Steve,” Henderson’s whining was out in full force now, “it would be so much fun! You wouldn’t even have to do that much work; I could help you get started and - ”

“No.”

“ – seriously, I can make you a character sheet so fast, and our party could really use another fighter anyways - ”

“No, Henderson!”

“ – besides, we haven’t gotten to hang out with you as much now that school started, and you know that Will’s having a hard time because everyone keeps calling him ‘Zombie Boy’ and he would be so excited to have you playing with us - ”

Shit, he’s pulling out the Zombie Boy card. Shit, shit, shit.

“Henderson - ”

“ – and, you know, I totally believe you and everything but Mike is pretty convinced that you’re still an asshole, especially with everything Eddie’s said, and this could be your chance to prove him wrong!” Dustin finished emphatically, his chest puffing with exertion.

Steve shot an exasperated look over the top of the Horror section towards Robin, who was pouting in mock-agreement with Dustin.

Traitor.

Sighing, Steve shoved Friday the 13th onto the shelf and dropped his gaze towards Dustin. “One game.”

Dustin let out a loud whoop, hopping in place and punching wildly at the air. “YES!”

“Just one game, Henderson, that’s it.”

“I’LL TAKE IT!” Letting out an even louder victory cry, Dustin raced for the door. “I’m going to get working on your character sheet right now – Wednesday, 3:30 in the drama room,” Dustin said, whirling around to point at Steve. “You’ll be there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there.”

“YES! Don’t worry Steve, you won’t regret this!” Dustin beamed and then he was out the door, disappearing into the October sun.

[tag-that-oc]

I wanna ramble about two of my characters for a moment because I feel like I don't get the chance to talk about them much. And I just love my kids so much.

So you have Tanya Fairwood, and Valerie Lovedoll; two girls that live in a fantastical world full of magic, and they both go to a magic school. Tanya ended up there while running from her past and when Valerie met her it was like love at first sight (for Valerie at least). But she and their friends would find out very quickly that Tanya is very self-sacrificing, that combined with a prophecy that dictates that she'll sacrifice herself to save the world? Not a recipe for anything good.

I feel like the story truly starts when Tanya actually DOES manage to do just that (and im not even there yet, sadge). Because what Tanya DOESN'T know is that in that future, her friends hated the fact that she's no longer around, so they delved into forbidden magics to find a way to bring her back -- and the only way they could find, was time travel. Valerie, now a grown up, decides to step up and go back in time to save her. FURTHER ON, it won't just be once or twice or thrice that she fails. But multiple times when she had to watch Tanya die for a prophecy that, as they would discover, wasn't even solved even with the sacrifice.

There's also a bit where Tanya would meet "herself" in the space in between those time loops and discover that she's trapped in a timeloop... And there's so much more to it than just that, I so love my convoluted plots *sobs*

oh that sounds really really cool i LOVE convoluted plots and time travel and all that. and not giving up on someone even after they've died is just SO good. i love everything about this

[the-opposite-and-the-mirror]

Nyah Fairwood Bane and Jace Herondale featuring Imogen Herondale and Clary Fairchild

[kateelliottsff]

The History of the World Begins in Ice

I’m delighted to announce that, in Summer 2024, Fairwood Press will be publishing a collection of stories and essays from the Spiritwalker (Cold Magic) universe, titled

THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD BEGINS IN ICE:

Stories and Essays from the World of Cold Magic.

That’s right! A collection of fiction and non fiction from and about my Afro-Celtic post-Roman icepunk adventure set in an alt-fantasy 19th century Earth alongside a perilous spirit world, and including Phoenician spies, well-dressed men, revolutionary-minded women, and of course lawyer dinosaurs.

The collection will be published in a trade paperback edition and an ebook edition. It will contain eleven stories and eleven essays, as well as an introduction by N.K. Jemisin.

Each story will have an illustration by a different artist. The collection will include “The Secret Journal of Beatrice Hassi Barahal” with all 28 of the original Julie Dillon illustrations, previously published only in a 300 copy chapbook edition. Here’s the narrator of the trilogy, Cat Barahal, as drawn by Julie Dillon.

Nine of the eleven stories were previously published. The other two are being written specifically for this collection.

If there is enough interest, Fairwood Press will produce a limited edition deluxe hardcover edition with two extra color plates (by Julie Dillon), a fold out triptych (by Kelsey Liggett), and a chapbook insert of the infamous smut chapter, “Chapter 31.5,” from Cold Fire. I can’t promise exact figures (and recent cost of paper increases may mean my guess is way out of date) but likely in the $40-50 range for a book of about 100,000 words.

You can express interest here (comment below or reply via email) or by writing directly to Fairwood Press. If you are interested, please (if you can) write in as soon as possible since creating a deluxe edition will take additional work, monetary investment, and time (that we would be delighted to take on).

Pre-order information will come as soon as it is available.

I first started thinking in autumn 2018 about producing this collection with a Fall 2020 publication date to coincide with the 10th anniversary of the publication of Cold Magic. Events conspired against me at the time, by which I mean I didn’t have the energy or time to move forward with it.

So I am incredibly thrilled to work with Patrick Swenson and Fairwood Press to bring this long-dreamt-of project to life and share it with all of you Spiritwalker fans.