#grey cup 2017

[starkwlkr]

old and grey | logan howlett

an: old man logan my favorite tired dilf <3 he just needs a nap

mutant!reader (same as logan)

Logan 2017

You had suggest some reading glasses to Logan. He didn’t really like the idea, of course. His vision was failing, but he didn’t want to admit it, especially not to you. While you still had your vision, barely, Logan was struggling so you secretly bought him a pair and slipped it into his jacket when he wasn’t around.

When he got home to you from work, he greeted you like always. A kiss on the lips and a reminder that he loved you, only this time he changed it up.

You were cleaning up the table when he placed the reading glasses, still with the tag, on the table. You ignored him and continued putting away the dishes.

“Where did you get them?” He finally spoke to you.

“I didn’t steal them if that’s what you’re thinking,” you reply. “I got them at the pharmacy. You need them.”

Logan sighed. He wasn’t in the mood to fight over some stupid reading glasses with you. He grabbed them and put them in his inner jacket pocket then walked towards you. He cupped your cheeks then placed a kiss on your lips. “I love you.” He said softly.

“I bet you look like a handsome old man in them.” You smiled at him.

“Careful, people are going to start judging you for kissing this old man.” He cracked a little smile.

“Oh please, we’re the same age. I was thinking of dyeing my hair, but I’m starting to like the grey. Looks good on us.” You ran a hand through Logan’s grey hair you had grown to adore.

“Old and grey, just like we wanted, right?” Logan placed one last kiss on your forehead, giving you a small weak smile before walking away.

“Right . . .”

[silverskyeline]

'always' ✭ logan promptober day 2 - beard

oneshot - logan is struggling to look after himself, you trim his beard while he sleeps. (800 words) pairing - old man logan (logan 2017) x gn!reader tags - established relationship, extremely angsty, vague death mentions, logan is really struggling, reader trims his beard and comforts him, you cuddle in bed together, bittersweet ending.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

logan's bad days are bad, and getting worse as time moves on cruelly without his consent. he mumbles incoherently, a fever prickling at his skin and causing a soft flush on his face. you're sat on the edge of his bed, watching over him as he stirs.

your eyes trace over his familiar features, you could draw him from memory over and over, easily. sometimes you do, scared that one day you'll forget those features you've come to love. the strong bridge of his nose, the deep scars that now litter his face, his sunken tired eyes, and his beard. . . when was the last time he'd trimmed it?

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

reaching for the scissors, you lean in, gently beginning to snip away at the overgrown hair. if he awoke, he'd snarl, push you away and insist you stop helping. but while asleep, you could offer him this service, keep the frightened, injured animal at bay through slumber.

logan never means to bite, or bark, or snarl at you, he would never do anything to hurt you. but in his drained state, the vulnerable part of him extends a defensive shell, a shell that you'd patiently wait to crumble.

patience- it's a trait you've mastered since knowing logan. it comes in particularly handy these days, but you wish he'd have patience with himself too.

snip. snip. snip. the sounds of the scissors echo in the small space as you carefully trim his beard, taking your time. it's all you can do to help him. it's the most painful thing you've ever experienced, watching the one who was supposed to outlive you begin to slip through your fingers without an answer as to why.

the small, fine greying hairs fall around his shoulders as you continue, smiling softly as you're reminded of the way he used to style his beard. you swear, no one could pull off mutton chops like logan howlett did. but even now, with a full beard, grey hair and wrinkles, you find him to be the most handsome man you've ever lain your eyes upon - that you'll ever lay your eyes upon.

pulling back, you slowly gather the hair and discard it in the bedside trashcan before turning back to him. extending a hand, you cup his cheek and he flinches weakly at the contact. you rub your soft thumb across his skin, skin that's seen so much violence. you want to take it all away, to take away his pain, everything he's ever bore witness to that keeps him up at night, you wish you could calm the storm in his mind.

but, this is as much as you can do. the futility of the situation weighs on your shoulders daily, slamming you in the chest and winding you as soon as you open your eyes in the morning.

you can't fix him.

your hand slips from his cheek and you turn on the bed to stand. but before you rise, you feel his calloused hand wrap around your wrist. it's a soft touch, gentle and tender. your head pivots towards him once more, finding his eyes through hooded lids staring up at you.

his chest rises and falls, shallow breaths, he's exhausted. but he's looking at you with such love, such care, like there's a million words running through his mind that he'll never mutter out loud. and you know him to have such a busy mind. for a man of few words, he could fill countless libraries with the paragraphs that plague his mind.

"stay," he mumbles, his voice a low rumble in his chest as it cuts through the silence in the room, ". . . please."

you want to say you'll never go anywhere else, you'll never leave, you're here till the end. but the words get caught in your throat. you know he already knows, because there's been countless occasions where he's begged you to leave, to stop loving him, to live your life.

but how could you live your life without him?

smiling, you whisper, "always."

slowly and carefully, you curl up against him, resting your head on his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat - a comforting rhythmic melody that serves to remind you that your lover is still fighting. and despite him being so very tired, he'd fight for you, he'd fight to have even one more second with you.

in all of his long, often lonely, existence, logan has never found comfort quite like he has with you. his safe space, your arms providing him solace and peace, your soothing words nestle into the bubbling cracks in his mind that threaten to break him and instead bring him back to earth.

". . .i love you," logan mutters against your head, pressing a soft kiss there as his eyes flutter shut once more. he's never meant anything more in his life.

they say butterflies are long gone after the honeymoon period, but with logan, you know they'll stay. even after he is long gone, the memory of him uttering those three special words will ignite a bloom in your belly.

"i love you too."

you can't fix him.

but you'll be there for him forever, always.

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO (see full series list here)

EPILOGUE

Summer, 2017

Sunlight streams in through the windows of your home, gently warming the skin of your arm as you wait for the kettle to boil. Sounds of laughter and chatting floats through the air from the garden through the open window. 

You catch your reflection in the window. The roots of your hair are grey and your forehead is wrinkled. It’s no secret that you’ve faced more than enough hardships in life, and it shows in the faint bags beneath your eyes and the wrinkles in your hands. 

But you’ve also had a lifetime of happy memories. It’s obvious from the smile lines around your mouth and the rosiness of your cheeks.

On the wall is a frame full of new photos. Tonks and Remus’s son, Teddy, when he was just a newborn baby. You find it hard to believe he’s nineteen this year. Another, of you and Minerva standing proudly beside Hermione on her graduation day from Hogwarts. She was the only one to go back to school after the war, while Harry and Ron went on to start their Auror training. You were so unbelievably proud of her that day. 

Photos of all your favourite grandkids that aren’t technically your grandkids: Albus, James, and Lily Potter, and Rose and Hugo Weasley. Albus and Rose are starting at Hogwarts together in September, while James is going into third year. Lily and Hugo are only nine. 

There’s a picture of you cuddling up to Dubh, too. You miss your little best friend more and more every day. She was with you from the day she was a tiny kitten to when she passed away. 

A burst of laughter from the garden brings you back to the task at hand, and you fill up mugs of tea before carefully carrying them outside. At the table, Sirius is mid-story, leaning forward conspiratorially as your aforementioned ‘grandkids’ listen intently. 

“ — and I remember it like it was yesterday. I said, ‘you can do better than that!’, and I barely even had time to think before Bellatrix had said the spell and this big bright flash of light was coming towards me. I thought I was going to die at that moment, I really did. But then I was miraculously saved by someone else — a certain woman had stunned me and threw me across the room, nearly broke all my bones, not sure which would’ve been worse —”

“Oh, stop,” you say with an eye roll, setting cups down in front of your guests. “You deserved a few broken bones for being that stupid.”

You sit down beside Sirius and he laughs, patting your knee with good humour. 

“Yeah, you’d be right about that,” he agrees, nodding. You raise your eyebrows and he grins. “Come on, don’t give me that look, I’m telling them all the best stories about you. It is your birthday, after all.”

You hum, shaking your head in amusement. “I won’t complain.”

“Did you break any bones, Sirius?” James asks curiously, and you snort. 

“No, he didn’t,” you answer with a laugh. “He landed in a pile of sand and was perfectly fine.”

Remus smiles. “Forever dramatic.”

Life has been good, you would say. After the war, you stepped down from teaching and spent some much needed time with Sirius at home, catching up on all the years you were apart. You miss being at Hogwarts and teaching, but you’ve found other ways to keep yourself busy. You campaigned to improve the conditions prisoners have to live in at Azkaban, because you don’t want anyone else to have to suffer as much as Sirius did in there, no matter what they’ve done. They don’t use Dementors there anymore either, and instead have actual prison guards working there. 

You and Sirius babysit the kids when their parents are busy, and of course you spend half the evening of most days looking through your telescope. At the beginning of every month you write an article for The Quibbler about what to expect in the night sky, which Xenophilius Lovegood publishes with delight. 

Minerva has gone on to be the headmistress of Hogwarts, and you’re glad to say you’re still the best of friends. You receive near-weekly letters about what’s been going on and all the kids she has had to reprimand or fights she has had to break up. 

Since Teddy has finished school, Remus has gone back to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts again. He returns home to his family at the weekend, often coming to yours for a visit. Tonks is still an Auror, and has even moved on to taking trainees under her wing just like Moody did for you. 

Hermione works at the Ministry now, and has even been hinted at as the next Minister of Magic in a few years’ time.  

Even Neville Longbottom went back to Hogwarts! He’s now the Herbology professor there. Alice and Frank are still in St. Mungo’s, but there’s recently been a surge in funded research for long-term victims of the Cruciatus Curse and you’re holding out hope that something will work for them. 

Ginny went on to become a professional Quidditch player for the Holyhead Harpies. You and Sirius went to every one of her matches before she retired and became the sports correspondent for the Daily Prophet. 

As Sirius continues his endless supply of stories about you, and the sun starts to set on the horizon, you feel blissfully at peace, surrounded by all the people you love most in the world. You wouldn’t change a thing. 

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The end! I just want to take a minute to give the biggest thank yous out to everyone who stopped to read this, and for all the incredible support and kindness I've received. When I posted this fic for the first time, I was genuinely shocked at the overwhelming kindness and all the lovely things people had to say about my work. Everyone has been so patient and understanding. I might sound like a broken record but every single nice comment absolutely made my day and couldn't make me happier. Ultimately, this was a story about love. Of course, the love the reader has for Sirius, but also what she has for everyone else in her life. I wanted to write a story that doesn't just solely focus on the main pairing, but also takes time to show the other strong relationships in her life and how good friendships and support systems can make even the hardest times better. It's taken me over a year to finish this story, which is crazy because it was only 32 chapters long...but I am really proud of it and am so happy I posted it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you thank you thank you! I love you all.

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[disneytva]

Disney Munchlings Celebrates 40 Years Of Disney Television Animation With "Breakfast Set" Inspired By The Disney Afternoon.

There's so much to do, getting the breakfast just for you!

Disney Munchlings is celebrating #DisneyTVA40 with a Disney Afternoon breakfast set ft DUCKTALES, DARKWING DUCK, TALESPIN & GARGOYLES. The irony of this is the plushies featured on this set have reboots on the way DuckTales with "DuckTales (2017)" son Disney XD, Darkwing Duck with a reboot by Point Grey Pictures for Disney+, TaleSpin with a reboot by Point Grey Pictures for Disney+ and Gargoyles with a live action reboot by Blumhouse Television and Atomic Monster also for Disney+.

A new wave of micro plush makes its debut embracing the theme of Morning Menu. For this collection fans can scoop up foodie versions of characters including Darkwing Duck, Kit Cloudkicker Goliath, Uncle Scrooge McDuck and The Triplets.

The full line up includes:

Scrooge McDuck Dollar Pancakes with funnel cake scent

Huey, Dewey and Louie Cereal Bowl with Fruit with cereal milk scent

Kit Cloudkicker Brown Sugar Muffin (DuckTales) with gingerbread scent*

Darkwing Duck Fruit Cup Parfait with tropical punch scent

Gosalyn Mallard Fresh Squeezed Orange Juice (DuckTales) with tropical punch scent

Goliath Berry Breakfast Pastry (Gargoyles) with strawberry scent

One mystery plush (LIkely be from Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers or Goof Troop)

[theseshipsshallsail]

Happy Birthday, Elio Perlman. Then, now, and every tomorrow ❤️

My sincere apologies for leaving them crying in an airport bathroom for so long...

Summary:

“Regarde toi…” Elio murmurs, smothering a tipsy hiccup in the crease of their overstuffed pillow. “You look happy.” Oliver huffs. “I am happy,” he says, leaning in for a kiss: his clumsy tongue flavoured with the musky essence of Elio’s previous release.

HE WHOM LOVE TOUCHES (NOT WALKS IN DARKNESS)

In the liminal space between dreams and consciousness, where everything is hazy, blissful, and calm, Elio savours the post-coital high as a roaming palm draws abstract patterns on his outer thigh; chasing the field of goosebumps before settling - warm and possessive - in the shallow corrugation of his rib cage.

It’s a strange contradiction, all told. 

A charged sort of intimacy that keeps him buoyed by the ache of overtaxed muscles. 

The memory of Oliver moving inside him. 

The thickness. 

The stretch. 

The damp spill of semen saturating the rucked-up sheets.

He should fix that, he supposes, letting loose an almighty yawn, but his listless limbs refuse to cooperate as they gather their scrambled senses, and the other man’s grin - fond, jetlagged, coy to the point of transparency - holds him enthralled in the slate-grey pool of moonlight. 

“Regarde toi…” Elio murmurs, smothering a tipsy hiccup in the crease of their overstuffed pillow. “You look happy.”

Oliver huffs. “I am happy,” he says, leaning in for a kiss: his clumsy tongue flavoured with the musky essence of Elio’s previous release. “You - you make me happy,” he adds, humming an off-key rendition of Love My Way over the late-night drone of Via Manzoni:the song they’d so recklessly danced to not three months prior in a dingy, Roman piazza. “S’just like Plato said…”

Elio frowns; slightly perplexed by their trip into left-field. “Plato?” he asks,  rallying his drowsy focus.

“Symposium,” Oliver slurs, gaze a little bleary. “Have you read it?” 

A scoff. “Son of a professor, mon ami. I still have my father’s flash-cards.”

“So you’re familiar, then?” Oliver pauses; brushing an errant curl from Elio’s temple. “With his theories involving the human form?”  

“Absolument...” But it’s a deep-seated game of theirs - this idle exchange of wisdom - and one he’s loath to forfeit despite his heavy eyelids. “Indulge me anyway?”

“Don’t I always?” Oliver giggles, then clears his throat theatrically: every inch the college professor. “On the basis of Plato’s teachings,” he begins, hooking an ankle behind Elio’s exposed calf. “...there was a time we all looked vastly different… with four legs, four arms, and two heads apiece. We had two necks, also,” he continues, cupping his nape as if it were made of glass. “Two noses and two mouths…”

Featherlight, Oliver skims a thumb the full curve of Elio’s earlobe, wreaking havoc on his staccato lungs as it journeys even lower; gently parting the seam of his lips.

“But the gods… fearing the untapped power we held in such forms… took it upon themselves to split us. Right down the middle.” 

Elio shivers as he draws an invisible line from chin to navel. 

“And in doing so, condemned us to a life of half-measures. Constantly searching for that which was stolen, in order to - to feel complete.” 

“The physical and spiritual alike,” Elio quotes, knocking their sweat-slick foreheads together. “So how will we know?” he asks softly, all carefully crafted nonchalance. “When we find our other halves, I mean?” 

Oliver smiles: hummingbird-heart fluttering against his chest. “I found you, didn't I?” Another kiss; rich as torta tenerina. “I worship you,” he says, the flush of his cheeks belying his confident demeanour, and Elio curses that last round of birthday shots as he’s overwhelmed by the swell of raw emotion. The bigger-than-this, more-than-us awareness that’s gripped them from the start. “Is that okay?”

A pendulous nod. 

“You don’t doubt it?” 

Elio blinks back the mortifying sting of tears. “Just myself,” he whispers at length, unable to quash his niggling insecurities, and Oliver sighs as he captures his wrist; ink-stained fingers tracing the spiderweb veins at his pulse.

“Please don’t,” he begs, forever unfazed by the trials and tribulations of a long-distance relationship. “Please don’t doubt the only thing I’ve ever been sure of.”

To name a belief - his grandfather once told him - is to give it shape. Sound. An echo. There's power in speaking, my boy! In being spoken about - and here in his childhood bedroom, Elio thanks his lucky stars as he breathes in the bergamot-citrus of Oliver’s shampoo. The syrupy sweetness of spilt Amaretto. The burnt-tar bitterness of unfiltered Gauloises. 

“I know you too,” he says, mirroring his candid confession. “I see you. Corps, esprit, et âme.”

It doesn’t matter that he’s crying. 

That his wayward emotions are on display. 

The other man’s faith is inherently grounding, and flattening his palm over Oliver’s star of David Elio reels him in by the silver chain; butterflies taking flight in his stomach as he thinks of the hard-fought future that’s destined to lie ahead. 

[pickledpascal]

Nobody's Soldier

Pairing: Oldman!Logan x Native American OC!Maya Imik

Warnings: CANONICAL DEATH, depressing, whump, blood.

A/N: like i said,,,, i watched logan (2017) so this came out of that. if you know what avatar the last airbender is, maya is basically a waterbender with bloodbending abilities

Word Count: 1.1k

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Being with Logan was the best thing to have ever happened to Maya. He came into her life at just the right time and helped her to feel more and more human. She only hoped to do the same with him. To make him feel loved and cared for and all things human that he forgot about years ago.

She thought she had all the time in the world to give that to him. Enough time to devote her entire life to him, give him memories that would hurt but would twist his heart with that familiar feeling he had when she was around. Give him hope. Love was everywhere. It could come from anyone. She knew her time on Earth was limited, even with her advanced healing, it was nothing compared to Logan’s. He would be there, no matter what. No one might know him as Wolverine in the future, but he’d be there

The problem was that he was dying. He was aging. His time was limited, now. Not hers.

His hair started to grey entirely rather than just at his temples and his wrinkles deepened and… he couldn’t heal as well as he used to. He had scars now, callouses on his knuckles, and he bled every single time he used his claws. Fuck, he had a goddamn limp.

Maya was scared she’d outlive the one person she thought—she knew—would live forever. She knew he was trying to put on a brave face every time he went to bed with her, trying to ease her worries, but there wasn’t anything he could say or do to take her mind off the truth.

His time was coming soon.

The years they spent together didn’t feel like they were enough. They could never feel like it was enough. So Maya cherished every damn moment like it was the last. Every laugh, every smile, every crinkle of his eyes, every kiss, every touch, every ‘I love you’ he said; which slowly became sparser.

He was tired. It was plain to see. Tired of life and the poison in his body that was slowly killing him which Maya couldn’t heal. There was no healing adamantium poisoning. There was just the slow but imminent inching towards the light.

Which meant there was a hard conversation that needed to be had.

“Maya, honey?” Logan grabbed her attention away from the book she was reading. He sat next to her at the table, facing her. “I need you to do something when I–”

“Logan.” Maya put her book down and gave him a glare. It was full of a different kind of heat. Sadness. She looked away from him.

Logan grabbed her chin roughly, “No, look at me. Listen to me,” He pleaded. Reluctantly, Maya captured his gaze with unshed tears on her waterline. “I’m going to go. You know that. I know that. When I do… You gotta do it. You have to stop my heart,” Her lip trembled as she drew in a sharp breath. “I wanna feel it, wanna feel you one last time. Please.” He was desperate.

Desperate for his lover to be the one who gives him the final blow. Desperate to feel her hands squeezing the life out of his heart. What a heavenly way to die, huh? But he wasn’t going to Heaven. No, he was going to be returned to the cold, dark Earth like he was supposed to.

Maya was cold. He liked the cold.

“I can’t—” She tried to keep in her tears.

Logan cupped her face. “Yes, you can. You will. I need you to.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek as the tears finally slipped out of her. He could taste the saltiness of them and secretly savored it.

Maya sobbed, pulling him into a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around him like a vice and pushed her face into his shoulder. “I’ll miss you.”

He cupped the back of her head and gently petted her hair, trying to soothe her. “I know, I know.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “I’ll miss you too, honey. More than anything.”

She knew what that meant and it only made her cry harder. There was never an ‘I’ll love you till the day that I die,’ no. I’ll love you even after I die. I love you so much that you’ll feel it in your ribs after I go. I love you so much that anytime you enjoy simply existing, you should know that I’m right there with you. I love you so much that you should know the hardest part will be leaving you.

When Laura came along, Maya was skeptical, as was Logan. However, Maya warmed up to the little girl a lot faster than he did.

She never thought of herself as becoming a mother. She couldn’t have kids, especially not with Logan and she didn’t have a deep want to ever have children of her own anyway. Laura brought it out of her. She just wanted to make sure she was alright and quite literally stepped in front of a few bullets for her.

The younger Wolverine didn’t need to feel all the pain her father did.

When this journey started, Maya hadn’t expected Logan to die, but maybe that was because of the naivety of the twelve-year-old girl still trapped inside her.

She breathed in shakily when she sunk to her knees next to Logan. Laura was on the other side of him. The wooden roots were protruding out of his chest. No, there was no healing from this. Not anymore.

Logan took both of their hands, gripping them as tightly as he could. He looked at Laura, eyes beginning to glaze over. “Take your friends… Go. They’ll just keep coming and coming.” He held Laura a little tighter. “Don’t be what they made you.” He whispered.

“Daddy…” Laura cried softly.

He turned his head to Maya. She knew what that meant. “Please, Maya…” He was struggling to breathe. “I’m so tired…” His voice broke.

Maya gripped Logan’s bloody hand tightly and sniffled as tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto his skin. She put her other hand over his heart and curled her fingers. She could feel his heartbeat slow.

“So this is what it feels like…” Logan stared up at the sky, a flicker of wonder in his eyes.

She could feel his heartbeat stop.

She cried silently, nuzzling her face into his neck as if it were any other night. Her body shook with each inhale and exhale she took. She hadn’t loved him for long, only five years, but she loved him with all her heart. It wasn’t nearly enough.

Laura set a hand over Maya’s. She leaned over Logan’s body and held onto her. She needed her mother. And Maya needed a reason to keep going.

All this time spent fighting in other people’s wars… He wasn’t anyone's soldier now.

[aftermathfanfic]

Part 4, Chapter 1

Uncle Scrooge stood in front of him, one hand on his cane. His hat was resting on a nearby countertop, and he wore a strange, guilty expression.

“I’m sorry, Louie.” He told him quietly. “I should’ve been there.”

“Mm-hm.” Louie grunted noncommittedly.

~~~

Three Years Ago

Louie sat silently in the armchair, his gaze levelled at a cup of water he was clutching in his hands. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the wall-mounted clock and the scribbling of pen against paper, a few feet in front of him.

“…Can you tell me what triggered your panic attack?” Asked Dr. Lake, his voice calm and measured.

“…Yeah.” Louie murmured. He took his hands out of his pockets, laying them on his legs as he talked. “Um… so, I was at my uncle’s Money Bin. Apparently, some thieves had broken in, tried to steal stuff… the Beagle Boys, apparently. No idea how they got in. Me and my brothers went over when we heard about it… not that we needed to, it was all wrapped up by the time we got there. We saw the police were taking some of them away, and they were searching them… fishing gold out of their pockets and everything.

“I came over, saw this, like… gold ingot that had fallen on the floor. And I…” Louie swallowed, forcing himself to continue. “…I saw my reflection in it. Like I’d seen in the… in the dagger.” Louie took a moment, then finished, “And I just… same thing that happened with my golden khopesh. I just… froze up, couldn’t breathe right… it felt like I was back in that room, like…”

“Like you couldn’t escape?” Lake suggested.

“…Yeah.”

Louie fell silent. He heard the doctor scribble something else down.

“…And what did your family do, when you had your attack?” Dr. Lake asked.

Louie shrugged. “Took me home. Huey calmed me down, he’s, uh… really good at doing that. And I just watched TV for the rest of the day.”

Louie looked into the cup, his tired reflection staring back at him.

“…I used to really like gold.” He murmured.

“Did you like it because it was valuable, or for what it represented?”

“Both. Kinda. Having gold meant that you were rich.”

“And what does it mean to you now?”

Louie shrugged again. “I don’t know.” He mumbled.

The therapist was quiet for a moment. Louie looked up at the older drake, swaddled in an old grey turtleneck. He put his notepad down, then asked, “These panic attacks, they occur whenever something happens that reminds you of that… ‘adventure’, yes?”

“Yeah.” Louie nodded. “That’s why we don’t go on adventures anymore.”

“And the nightmares… do they occur in response to similar stimulus?”

Louie shook his head. “No, the nightmares just happen whenever. There’s no… rhyme or reason to them.”

“I see… and do you tell your family about the nightmares?”

“No… but they know.”

“And they take care of you when you have your panic attacks? You mentioned that your brother Huey is good at calming you down.”

“Yeah, yeah. They take care of me.”

Dr. Lake wrote down another note. “…Let’s go back to your last ‘adventure’, where this all started. Are you comfortable if we do that?”

“…Yeah.”

“In one of our previous sessions, you mentioned how the incident started off as a ‘routine adventure’.” The doctor recalled, flipping through his notes. “Could you remind me… what constitutes as a ‘routine’ adventure?”

“Uh… ancient ruins, deathtraps, treasure that’s either cursed or protected by another, scarier deathtrap…” Louie explained. “You know, like those Ford Windfall movies.”

“And you’ve always felt safe on those trips?”

“…Yeah? Like, it- it’s dangerous, but Uncle Scrooge always has our back.”

“You feel as if your uncle protects you?”

“…Why wouldn’t I?” Louie asked, confused.

“He doesn’t force you to go on these trips? You have the choice of staying behind?”

“Of course I- What do you mean? What is this?” Louie demanded.

“Calm down.” Lake said steadily. “I’m not trying to be accusatory. I’m just trying to get a better understanding of your… situation.”

“Really? ‘Cause it sounds like you’re saying that- that it’s my family’s fault that- that I’m like this!” Louie accused him.

Dr. Lake didn’t say anything, his face pensive. He leant forward in his chair, his hands clasped. “Louie… if I could speak frankly…” He said slowly. “Your family has a very unique lifestyle.”

“Yeah, we’re adventurers.” Louie retorted.

“I know that. But please, try to understand… there are very few children who live a lifestyle like yours. And those children are typically… quite troubled.”

Louie didn’t say anything.

“There are many people who would say that your circumstances aren’t healthy for a growing mind.” Lake continued. “And if your uncle didn’t have the reputation that he has… well, it’d be seen as a case of neglect, or abuse, even. I-”

“Abuse?” Louie spluttered. “You think my family’s- what the hell do you know about my family?”

“I’m saying this is how your circumstances can be perceived. These aren’t my views, and I don’t personally believe this to be a case of abuse. But I do think that your family might have had a role to play, however unwittingly, in your trauma. All I want is to get to…”

Louie stopped listening. He couldn’t hear him. He felt his breathing quickening, his heart racing, the doctor’s words flying back and forth in his head. The cup shook in his hands, there was a ringing in his ears, and-

~~~

He was in a doctor’s clinic.

He was sitting on a bare white bed, a bloodied bandage wrapped around his midsection. His hands were in his lap, and he felt exhausted.

Uncle Scrooge stood in front of him, one hand on his cane. His hat was resting on a nearby countertop, and he wore a strange, guilty expression.

“I’m sorry, Louie.” He told him quietly. “I should’ve been there.”

“Mm-hm.” Louie grunted noncommittedly.

Both Louie and June had been whisked away to the village doctor’s clinic the moment the family had escaped from Castelo de Cristo. Both of their injuries were flesh wounds, though June had lost a lot more blood than Louie had. It took a while for her to wake up, and neither Donald, May nor Webby left her side until she did. When Louie saw her, she was sporting bandages around her head that held a thick gauze to her wound.

Louie’s complication was the poison – the bulezau’s barbed tail had delivered a potent venom into his system. It was a small dose, thankfully, but it was still enough to warrant an overnight stay at the clinic.

Scrooge was talking again. Louie wasn’t listening. He just nodded dumbly and said, ‘Okay’ whenever the talking stopped. Eventually, Scrooge left the room, leaving Dewey as the only other person in the room, sitting in a nearby chair. Louie didn’t look at him. He just looked at the ground, his hands in his lap, and the tortured expression of the murdered girl burned into his retinas. He remained in that state for the rest of the day. It still hurt to move, and he needed to lean on Dewey to walk, so all he could do was sit on the bed and wait.

They were back on the plane in what felt like no time at all, and the flight felt like it only took an hour. Louie kept his distance from the others, sitting up on the upper level buried in his hoodie. He didn’t speak for the whole trip, not even when they landed back at the mansion. Huey and Della immediately rushed to his side, helping him walk back into the house and worrying ceaselessly over him, and Louie saw the other adults rushing out of the house as well.

Louie didn’t think he’d ever seen Daisy so terrified. She ran up to June immediately, hugging her tightly and apologizing profusely over and over again. June didn’t look like she knew how to react at all. She just lent dumbly into her foster mother’s embrace, allowing herself to be led back into the house with Donald and May in tow.

Webby followed them with Mrs. Beakley beside her. Neither she nor Louie spared a glance at each other.

Louie was taken to his bedroom by his mom, with both his brothers in tow. He had to move slow, every step causing a dull pain in his stomach. He was sat down gently on his bed, Della kneeling before him. “Hey,” she said softly. “How are you feeling?”

Louie grunted weakly, holding his wound.

“Do you want a can of Pep?”

“…Yeah.”

“Coming right up.” She stood back up, looking at all three of them. “You don’t have to worry about going to school tomorrow. We’ve told them what’s… well, we’ve given them a sanitised version of the story. You’ve all been through enough without having to angst about tests and stuff.”

Dewey frowned. “What happened to Huey?”

“…Something happened while you were away.” Della replied evasively. “But we don’t have to get into it now. What’s important is that you all recover from this, so you’ll stay at home. We’ll set up some sessions with Dr. Lake, maybe a-”

“No.” Louie interrupted.

“…Louie, you can’t-”

“You guys can do whatever you want, but I’m not seeing him.” Louie declared stubbornly.

“…Alright.” Della sighed. “You need to physically recover first, anyway. Just rest up, don’t exert yourself… if you need anything, just call me or your brothers. Okay?”

“Yep.”

Della gave him a weak smile, then left the three of them in the room.

Once she was out of earshot, Louie looked up at Huey. “Tell us what happened while we were gone.” He told him bluntly.

Huey hesitated. “…Louie, I don’t think you need to be-”

“I need to distract myself, Huey. Anything to stop me from thinking about last adventure or the pain, okay?”

“Or the stuff you said to Webby.” Dewey added, giving him a look.

“…I was kinda hoping I’d dreamt that.” Louie muttered.

“Well, you didn’t, and I feel like she deserves an apology.”

“Later. Now’s too soon.”

“What did you say to Webby?” Huey asked slowly.

“Just- tell us what happened.” Louie all but begged him. “Whatever it was, I can guarantee that it wasn’t as fucked up as what happened to us.”

“Language.” Huey chastised him.

With both of his brothers looking at him now, he sighed, reluctantly explaining, “If you must know, I got accosted at school the other day by someone from the FBI.”

“The what?” Dewey exclaimed in disbelief.

“…The Federal Bureau of Invest-”

“I meant like ‘what the hell’, dude. I know what the FBI is.” Dewey replied, annoyed.

Louie leaned forward, wincing as he did. “…What did the FBI want with you? Did they confuse you for me or something?”

“No, they- wait, why would they want to talk to you?”

“I dunno, I’m just the more suspicious one.”

“…Right. Well, what he wanted…” Huey continued, sitting on Louie’s desk chair. “And this is where it gets weird – he wanted me to talk about the Other Bin. Where we keep the dangerous stuff.”

“The…” Dewey frowned. “Isn’t that, like, top secret? I mean, we didn’t even know about it for like, two years.”

“It is. But he knew about it somehow. Or at least, he knew about some of the items we keep down there.”

“How?”

“No idea. But I did some research, and the guy who spoke to me…” Huey pulled out his phone. “His name is Agent Nickel, and – this is where it gets even weirder – he’s behind this.”

He brought up a picture of a large, dark figure being shoved into a police car, showing it to both of them. Louie narrowed his eyes at what he saw, asking cautiously, “That’s… that’s that ‘Phantom Blot’ guy, isn’t it?”

“Yep. And this…” Huey swiped through his gallery. “…is Steelbeak, being brought in by the Arizona police. And this is Rockerduck,” He added, swiping to the next picture. “Also getting arrested. And this one- well, we didn’t fight him, but he was one of FOWL’s administrators. All of these senior-level FOWL agents, everyone who fled from the fight at Alexandria, almost all of them are in prison now – and this Agent Nickel guy was behind all of those arrests.”

“Holy crap…” Dewey murmured.

“Lang-”

“This guy brought down FOWL! I mean, we defeated them first, but he- wait, shouldn’t this mean that he’s on our side?” Dewey questioned confusedly. “He obviously knows FOWL were the bad guys, why’s he after us?”

“I don’t know.” Huey admitted, putting his phone away. “It doesn't make sense.”

“Maybe he’s covering his tracks?” Louie suggested. “Like…” He winced as he shifted his position, “…there’s no way that this guy just happened to know exactly where all of these FOWL guys were hiding out. That’s something you can only learn from the inside.”

“You mean Nickel’s ex-FOWL?” Huey frowned. “That explains the arrests, but what does he have to gain by going after Uncle Scrooge?”

Louie shrugged. “Dunno.”

He felt his phone ping in his hoodie pocket. He frowned, pulling it out and looking at it.

It was from Doofus Drake.

“So, what happens now?” Dewey asked. “Like, we can’t go on another adventure if we’re being watched by the government, right?”

“I don’t think we’d be going on another adventure regardless.” Huey replied flatly. “Not after what happened on this one.”

Louie put his phone away, trying not to betray the surge of panic he’d gotten. “Yeah, nah, dude. This adventure was a disaster.”

The door opened again, and Della stepped in with a cool glass of Pep in her hand. “Hey, dudes.” She handed the glass over to Louie. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, mom.” Louie murmured, taking the glass and taking a long sip of it. After a moment, he asked quietly, “Could I be, like, left alone for a bit?”

“You sure? You don’t want to talk about-”

“No.” Louie replied brusquely. Hesitating, he added less harshly, “Not… yet. I just… need to be alone.”

Della shared a concerned look with her other two sons, then replied, “…Alright. If you need anything, just shoot a text to me or your brothers, ‘kay?”

“Yeah.”

Della hesitated, then added, “…You don’t have to see the doctor if you don’t want to. But you should still talk to someone about stuff like this. Trust me, if you just let it stew…”

“Yeah, I know.”

Reluctantly, they left his room, leaving Louie alone. He waited a few moments after they left, listening to their footsteps disappear down the corridor, then he pulled his phone out again, checking Doofus’s message.

I see you’ve returned, it read. Bring my present to where we last met. Sooner rather than later.

“God… fuck.” Louie swore under his breath. He stood up, wincing at the pain, and trudged to his door. He opened it, looking down both directions of the corridor, just in case either of his brothers were secretly listening. Seeing nobody, he shut his door and hobbled back to his bed, dialling the number that the text had come from.

Only a few seconds later, there was an answer from the other end. “Llewellyn.” Doofus greeted him boredly.

“Hey, Doofus, buddy!” Louie replied, trying to sound confident. “Hey, look, I’m gonna just say it and save us both a car trip – I don’t have a treasure for you.”

“…Is that so?” Doofus replied disinterestedly.

“Yeah, I know. I know how it looks, but the thing is-” Louie bit back a hiss of pain as he sat down on the bed. “…my uncle had been duped. There wasn’t any treasure for me to grab, so- so you can’t exactly blame me for not-”

“I thought I was clear, Llewellyn.” Doofus interrupted him. “Bring me my trinkets, or your school finds something… unpleasant in your locker.”

“I know, but there- there were no trinkets to nab.” Louie chuckled nervously. “You gotta understand that!”

“I believe I mentioned, last we spoke, about perusing your uncle’s collection?”

“That’s not an alternative. He’ll know, man.”

“We both know that’s not my problem.”

“Look, just- be reasonable.” Louie groaned. Thinking quickly, he told him, “My family goes adventuring every weekend, right? Why can’t I just get you something on our next adventure?”

“And give you and Chanda time to ruin me?”

Louie froze. He heard Doofus chuckle and remark, “Yes… I know you two are plotting against me. Really, Llewellyn? Trying to wriggle out the moment you’re out of earshot?”

Louie took a few moments to compose his answer, replying carefully, “…Guys like us don’t like being blackmailed, Doof. I feel like you’d do something similar in my position.”

“Hm.” Doofus sounded amused.

Louie sighed, continuing, “Look, your blackmail isn’t going to work anyway. I don’t know if you caught on from how awful my voice sounds right now, but I’m not going into school this week. And if a bag of weed just magically shows up in my locker when I’m not even there, I can refute that easily, can’t I?”

When Doofus didn’t respond, Louie insisted, “You have to give me a week.”

“…Hm.” Doofus didn’t sound so amused this time.

After a moment, he said coldly, “Next Sunday. I want something by then.”

“I can get you something by Sunday.” Louie lied.

“And I expect it to be gift-wrapped.” Doofus added before hanging up.

“Of course, yeah.” Louie chuckled to himself in the brief moments before his smile vanished. “Fuck you. Fuck you all the way to Hell.”

He slowly laid down on his bed, throwing his phone to the side and staring hopelessly up at the ceiling. He already knew he was going to have a bad week.

~~~

Bentina handed Webby a glass of water. “Here. This will help.”

“…Thanks.” Webby mumbled, taking the glass and taking a sip.

They were in Webby’s room, on the library floor. Webby was sitting on the stairs leading up to her proper bedroom, with Bentina kneeling before her. She had a hand on her granddaughter’s shoulder, looking sympathetically into her eyes.

“…Do you need anything else?” Bentina asked.

Webby shook her head, taking another sip of water. “No.”

Bentina was quiet for a moment, before saying softly, “Those men… they were trying to kill you.”

“I know.”

“If it hadn’t been for whoever saved you, you would be in a much worse place. You know that?”

Webby frowned, looking up at her. “Are… you trying to make me feel better about it?”

“I’m trying to make you understand that it couldn’t have gone any other way.” Bentina told her. When Webby didn’t respond, Bentina insisted, “It had to be done.”

“…I don’t like that idea.” Webby murmured.

That’s because you’re young, Bentina thought to herself. But she said nothing, only looked at her granddaughter sadly.

“…I’ll get you something sweeter.” She decided, standing up. “Apple juice?”

“…Yes, please.”

Bentina left the room, leaving the door open behind her. She made her way to the kitchen, where she found Donald, Daisy, and Scrooge having a hushed conversation. They stopped as she entered, though it didn’t escape Bentina’s notice that their words had a somewhat heated edge.

“…How’s Webby?” Daisy asked anxiously.

“It’ll take a while. But she’ll be fine.” Bentina replied. “May and June?”

“…May’s alright.” Daisy answered her, worry painted across her face. “But June… she’s barely said a word since she got back. It’s like she’s catatonic.”

“She’s had a head wound. She’ll recover in time.”

She walked over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out a bottle of juice.

“You can stop blaming yourselves, by the way.” Bentina added over her shoulder.

“It was our adventure.” Donald lamented, shaking his head.

“We sent them there, Bentina.” Daisy insisted. “June and Louie got hurt – seriously hurt – because we didn’t see this coming.”

“How would you have seen this coming?” Bentina questioned simply, walking over and putting the bottle on the table. “Our research gave no indication that anyone had lived in those ruins for centuries. And the only hint we would have had of them was a single missing person report. There was no way you could have known.”

“Goldie did.” Scrooge spoke up miserably. “She up and told me to my face. I didn’t listen.”

Bentina frowned. She opened up one of the cupboards, replying, “Well, you’ve made worse lapses in judgement.”

Scrooge gave her an angry glare. “A lass died, Bentina. Barely older than the kids.”

“And sitting here, feeling sorry for ourselves, will not bring her back or make the children feel any better.” Bentina said dryly. She put down the glass for Webby, inquiring, “You contacted the Portuguese authorities, yes? You told them what happened?”

“…I gave them a truncated version of it, aye.”

“And her family has her body?”

“Aye.”

“Then that is all that we can do.” Bentina told them simply, pouring the glass.

The kitchen door opened again. Della walked in, looking just as tired as the rest of them. “Hey.” She murmured. The others greeted her back.

“How are the boys?” Donald quacked concernedly.

“…Dewey’s handling it pretty well.” Della sighed, heading over to the fridge and reaching towards the top. “That boy’s unshakeable. But Louie…”

She took down a bottle of Irish whisky, admitting, “…He’s not gonna be okay for a while. He’s been doing so well, opening up to us and everything, but after this… I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts pushing us away again.” She laid out a number of glasses on the table, asking, “Anyone want some?”

They all nodded, save Bentina. Della poured the four drinkers a shot each, then promptly drank hers in one gulp. Everyone else took a sip of their glass.

“God, those poor fuckin’ parents.” Della muttered, pouring herself another shot. “Can’t imagine what they’re going through right now.”

“If it hadn’t been for that gunman, we’d be going through it too.” Donald mumbled.

“God… the idea of losing one of them makes me wanna puke.” Della winced. Holding up her glass, she asked frustratedly. “And we have no idea who that guy was? Not even a hint?”

“Nope.”

“Great.” Della muttered, downing her drink. “One more mystery to deal with.”

Donald nodded. Then, he frowned, looking up at her. “…One more?”

“Huey got accosted by someone at school.” Daisy muttered, her drink untouched. “From the FBI, apparently, talking about-”

Scrooge suddenly bent over in a coughing fit, slamming his half-finished drink on the table. He waved them away as they came to try and support him, thumping his chest as he cleared out his throat. When it was over, he looked back up at his family in shock and anger.

“…What?” He hissed.

[cinemaocd]

Masterlist of Wolf Hall/Thomas Cromwell Playlists

Alas What Shall I Do For Love

the first one I made, was specifically for Thomas/Mary Boleyn and the long fic I was writing in 2015/2016...2017 lol

Sea Power, Come Wander with Me French Song Les Negresses Vertes, Les Yeux de Ton Père Robin Hitchcock, You've Got a Sweet Mouth on You Baby Torres, Cowboy Guilt Debbie Wiseman, Entirely Beloved (Cromwell's Theme) Nina Simone, I Wish I Knew How It Would Feel To Be Free Where is My Mind, Max Cyrin Piano Cover Bear McReary, Passacaglia Amplify Dot, Paperwerk Phantogram, Run, Run Blood Deathklok, Go Into the Water P.P. Arnold, God Only Knows Sugar Pie DeSanto, Ask Me Beyonce, All Night

Too Arbitrary By Half I made this one for my Modern AU long fic I wrote in 2018ish

T-Rex, Dandy in the Underworld David Bowie, Moonage Daydream U2, Out of Control I Have the Touch, Peter Gabriel Zero Mostel, If I Were a Rich Man Phantogram, Answer Michael Jackson, Rock with You The Police, So Lonely Skin/Paulo Buonvino, Renaissance Nina Simone, Don't Smoke in Bed Waxahatchee, Bathtub Blondie, Call Me Bee Gees, Stayin' Alive Bob Dylan, Saved Stereo MCs, The End

Magnificence Created when the novel of Mirror and the Light Came Out and I was thinking about it constantly for months

Snoop Dog/Dr. Dre, The Next Episode Phantogram, Cruel World Leonard Cohen, You Want it Darker Lil Wayne feat. Bruno Mars, Mirror Sharon Van Etten, Everytime the Sun Comes Up Arcade Fire, Reflektor Band of Horses, The Funeral Hamilton Leithauser, 1000 times Sam Cooke, Be with Me Jesus Journey, Lights Angel Olsen, All Mirrors Busta Rhymes, My Shot Robin Hitchcock, The Ghost in You Bob Dylan, One More Cup of Coffee Roxy Music, While My Heart is Still Beating Nina Simone, Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood Monstrous Servant, Debbie Wiseman Andrew Bird, Proxy War Paulo Buonvino, La Congiura dei pazzi Mitski, Working for the Knife Michael Jackson, Man in the Mirror

Valor Ecclesiasticus Playlist for fic I'm currently working on that requires I muster the insecurity and pettiness of an adolescent so I have mustered all of the most obvious choices for Disturbed Youths from my own past.

Arcade Fire: Neightborhood #1 (Tunnels) Stromae: Fils de Joie Beyonce, Drunk in Love (Homecoming Live) Peter Gabriel, In Your Eyes M.I.A., Boys Sweet Charity, Rich Man's Frug, (The Pompeii Club) Fleetwood Mac, Tusk (2015 Remaster) Jim Bryant/Marni Nixon/Leonard Bernstein, Somewhere Visage, Fade to Grey Måneskin, Beggin' Nina Simone, Sinnerman Britney Spears, Womanizer The Police, Every Breath You Take Claire Van Kampen, My Lady Carey's Dompe Hozier, Take Me to Church U2, With or Without You Bob Marley, Redemption Song

[foxes-that-run]

2021 Haylor Timeline

Timeline Tag, or years 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 and 2024.

2 January - Harry at Jeffs wedding with OW. Holding hands at wedding photos - the Paparazzi Clint and his partner follow Olivia to a hotel in Santa Barbara. He later does an hour long podcast on following them and explains he then realised Harry was there and takes photos. After a few phone calls, the two photographers discover rumors of a romantic relationship between Harry and Olivia. 10 minutes later, photographed them together. in Nanny tell all Nanny said Olivia was still texting Jason to say she loved him, that Olivia was pretending to not have service. Nanny found out she was at the wedding online.

3 January - walking with OW in Santa Barbara

4 January - Harry hike in LA

15 January - Ted Lasso Season 2 starts filming London, in Nanny Tell all nanny said that Ted confronted her on the plane there about her telling Olivia that Jason had been crying and not coping. Jason then offered the Nanny a life coach to get info out of her and they were attending therapy with the Nanny.

18 January - Coney Island released as a single.

13 January - Taylor, Joe his mum walk London

14 February Olivia at Harry’s LA house with luggage. Don't worry Darling filming wraps. On the 21st Taylor Lover tour cancelled.

16 February - E News Harry and OW fly to London together. DWD wraps, Harry OW cast photo

20 February - OW near Jason Sudeikis /her kids London house

6 March - Oliva posts photo of Branston Beans from Harry's Kitchen, the curtains can be seen. Lockdown laws mean she should not have been able to travel there and was bragging about it and posting inside his house.

10 March Instead of congratulating Harry on the nomination Zayn posted “F the Grammys”

15 March -Talk at the Grammys, Taylor and Harry part of small group of attendees. Harry goes over to Taylor and they are polite, Harry seems a little awkward and says “well it was nice to see you”. He keeps looking at her during his acceptance speech for record of the year.

Taylor wrote High Infidelity and WCS with Aaron Dessner while in LA for the Grammy's, when she saw Harry & J Mayer.

Niall and Liam congratulate Harry on his Grammy win, Zayn and Louis do not.

31 March - architect of Harry’s Erskine House renovations posts photos of the interior to their website. It has a black, wood pale grey palette with pink stairs

13, -25 April - OW with Harry london

April 27 - Joe leaves UK to Belfast to film.

May 11 - HS & TS both at Brit awards (the 26th was a blood moon)

May - Harry’s bassist since HS1, Adam Pendergast, leaves love band (date from his LinkedIn)

20 May - Harry and Olivia dinner at Refuel Bar & Restaurant at The Soho Hotel. ET Rumours Joe and Taylor engaged.

15 June - Harry seen with fans wearing Apollo eleven tshirt

21 June - Harry wrapped My Policeman in Italy, started in Feb. Released 1 September 2022. Holiday in Italy

2 July - renegade released

3 July - Harry at England v Ukraine game Italy

8 July - Harry and Olivia on yacht and in Italy

26 July - Charlotte Clarke (Harry’s backup singer) said she was let go and doesn’t understand why. won’t be on HSLOT

28 July - Taylor posts for folklore' anniversary, "It’s been one year since we escaped the real world together and imagined ourselves someplace simpler." with a photo from Donegal Ireland. Heavily TTPD coded with Victorian gown, like the Betty speech’s on eras tour and lakes (poets), two coffee cups too, was it already a double album?! Coffee also as in the end of the Karma MV. Joe posted photos from the same trip on July 22nd

9 August - 26 August Harry in studio maybe mixing Harry's House in the behind scenes photos here you can see outfits he wore in LA on these dates.

4 September – 22 July 2023 - Love on Tour, Harry has a new bassist Elin Sandberg

7 September - Taylor in Belfast visiting Joe. Red TV entirely recorded at Kitty Committee Belfast UK (her home)

9 September - Taylor at Toronto Film Festival and to premiere all too well

11 September - Harry at Toronto Film Festival to premiere My policeman, talks about wasted time being the worst thing in presser

17 September - wildest dreams TV released, TikTok about recording Red TV and a glitch. Harry and Olivia in Phili with Xander, max and family

May 11 - HS & TS both at Brit awards (the 26th was a blood moon)

May - Harry’s bassist since HS1, Adam Pendergast, leaves love band (date from his LinkedIn)

May 24 - Joe and Taylor together in Paris

3 June - Harry OW her parents London

21 June - Harry wrapped My Policeman in Italy, started in Feb. Released 1 September 2022.

30 June - H Holiday in Italy

2 July - renegade released

8 July - Harry and Olivia on yacht and in Italy

13 July - Jason sudokis GQ that he still doesn’t know why they broke up and it ended in November 2020. Harry mentioned.

14 July - HSLOT announced for September

26 July - Charlotte Clarke (Harry’s backup singer) said she was let go and doesn’t understand why. won’t be on HSLOT

7 August - OW and Harry had guests at house, Harry has moustache and greets someone.

9 August - 26 August Harry LA in studio maybe mixing Harry's House in the behind scenes photos here you can see outfits he wore in LA on these dates. Walking with Olivia 19 August

31 August - Taylor and Joe hiking Franklin Canyon

4 September – 22 July 2023 - Love on Tour, Harry has a new bassist Elin Sandberg. OW at first show.

7 September - Taylor in Belfast visiting Joe. Red TV entirely recorded at Kitty Committee Belfast UK (her home)

9 September - Taylor at Toronto Film Festival and to premiere all too well

10 September - Harry golfing in Dallas

11 September - Harry at Toronto Film Festival to premiere My policeman, talks about wasted time being the worst thing in presser

17 September - wildest dreams TV released, TikTok about recording Red TV and a glitch. Harry and Olivia in Phili with Xander, max and family

18 September - Harry seen with Olivia near her parents in DC before show there

22 September - first heart kiss since 2018! St Paul - Falling, with Two Ghosts intro (4:31). Then again weekly till the end of the year

25 September - Taylor London Lena's wedding.

29 September - & 1 Oct Harry played Nashville and wore a white satin outfit, he played with his rings while performing Beautiful. Harry plays To Be so Lonely for 9 shows then never again, including Nashville N2 and NY. In Nashville looks up. OW at shows

3 October - OW parents at HSLOT but she is in LA.

9 October - Harry in Florida dinner

13 October - fan sends to DM that they saw Harry, no OW at Pittsburgh cathedral of learning with “more police and security than I knew existed” wouldn’t have recognised him if it wasn’t for them.

16 October - Harry wore “all things must pass” hoodie NYC OW walked awkwardly holding him. One security person.

22 October - one more photo of Taylor and joe in the bathroom leaked (the proper selfie), photos from 2016 leaked in 2020

25 October - Harry seems to be in a bad mood when he first goes on stage in Boston, also wearing no rings. Heart kiss in Falling, OW there and not seen with him until harryween in a week.

26 October - Taylor posts TikTok "Autumn Lovers RISE" as a reenactment of a 27 September 2017 Tumblr post. She writes lyrics to ATW "just between us did the love affair maim you" "and Plaid stuff and ankle boots" she's wearing a skirt but says 'stuff' plaid shirts and ankle Chelsea boots is Harry in 2011-2013. And "Maroon/Hunter Green" The ATW move included a book coming out 13 years later about the love affair.

30 October - Harry dressed as Dorothy at harryween MSG NY, Olivia as Dolly Parton posted photos with exercise bike and boobs. Olivia left for LA.

31 October - Moon Harryween Harry played MEDICINE!! For the first time since 2018

1 November - rumors Harry and OW fighting

10 November - heart kiss in falling. Tumblr anon said about OW “I was working at the venue in Sacramento when he played during LOT. Her backstage privileges were revoked after the show prior to that...which was..I think...Portland. Our backstage security was instructed to not allow her backstage under any circumstances. She didn't even arrive to the venue with him. From what I understood from Sacramento through the end of that tour her security access was no more than say..contest winners..radio personalities etc. I was shocked at the time that they lasted another year since there was clearly trouble in paradise.”

11 November - Harry has a bruise on his back I. Love on tour backstage photo

12 November - Red TV released Harry wears red in his show on the 11th. All Too Well Short Film premiere Dylan O'Brien (who is in ATW film) is included in this footage of Austin and Dylan cheering when Jack plays Question..? in the Studio. Appears on Fallon and says she easter eggs 3 years in advance in reference to ATW.

16 November - Pleasing launch with Harry on bike photo on cover of Dazed

17 November – Taylor leaves NYC for Panama to go see Joe. Taylor posts a drunk TikTok from Panama. On the 20th she went to the national theater and leaves on the 22nd. Joe stays and films. Midnights written while gone

21 November - Last time Taylor is photographed in public for 3 months is the SNL performance for All too Well

25 November Rolling Stone noted the Haylor call and response “the long-running songwriting badminton between her and Harry Allegedly is pop call-and-response the way it ought to be”

28 November- 13 December Harry MIA. after his shows. OW seen alone in LA

1 December Taylor wore Gucci lion ring to Zoe’s kravitz birthday throwback photo shared day after YLM date identified by Jack.

5 December - You're losing me written. Love on Tour in Buenos Aires

28 December - Harry and OW Italy. Fans post they saw them Hampstead NYE, no photos.

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[sincebrooklyns]

hey i need to know what cars austin hanna's children canonically drive. thank's.

yayyyyy i love assigning cars to muses ^_^ i'm not as good at these sort of lists as u but i'm gonna try hard and really believe in myself and you're gonna smile and nod at all of it because what;s the alternative? to challenge me and look like a total bitch? exactly.

cora i want to say drives something like a 2017 kia forte, in the dark reddish maroon color. she bought it second hand after crashing her former and first car, an older pontiac sunfire. it was also secondhand and shitty, but she insisted on saving and spending all on her own. she could've had something better, but unfortunately has a brain disease that makes her repel her loving and helpful parents.

ezra strikes me as a station wagon guy. i think he could have wanted to make it happen on his own, in which case i see him in something like a 2000s subaru outback in the green color. austin clapped him on the shoulder for that one. if you see him in something more modern, i'm thinking a white 2019 tiguan.

zoe is a jeep renegade girlie, in graphite grey (i think? i toyed with black and white and the blue color). i'm thinking something more generic like the grey because she's for sure leasing it on her teacher's salary. maybe leasing to buy, but definitely leasing. she's the sort of girl that has decorative coasters in her cup holders and some macrame something orother hanging from her rearview. she's got a sparkly bath and body works fragrance holder on her driver's side visor and she's always got a fresh warm vanilla sugar insert on deck

maisyn drives a 2009 ford focus, in the blue/grey sort of color. there's a taco bell 5-layer burrito stain on the upholstery, right where she dropped in between her legs eating one-handed on the road. she's got a fat stack of CDs that are always spilling out of her center console, the cases of many having cracks in the plastic for being stepped on in her passenger seat. when people get in her car, she has to get out and remove the canvas totes and birkenstocks tossed into and never removed from her back seat along with the week-old dunkin' bag she was using to collect trash like napkins and straw rappers. she does this outside of people's houses, btw. doesn't prepare in advance.

ayla drives a mercedes gle coupe, in maybe a white or a red depending on how bougie we see her. this is all based off of you saying she appreciates the name brand and sensuality of a dove bar. we've never discussed her but i love your characterization. she's the kim kardashian of this family; she's hot and she's got main character syndrome. you know she feels hot as hell driving around in her little black slit sunglasses. she's got an off-white flower hair clip clapsed to her passenger side mirror, whole car smells like expensive perfume and her marc jacobs tote bag is perpetually riding shotgun. she uses apple carplay to stream music and be alerted to new text messages, which she replies to by manually texting and driving. fortunately, she's got decently quick reflexes (years of practice?) so she hasn't yet rear-ended anyone doing so, but she's definitely had a few close calls.

rylan oh you know he drives a hybrid of some sort (again based on waht you said about him and ice cream) and won't let anyone forget it. maybe a 2017-ish toyota prius prime. austin went with him to help pick it out; talked a big game about helping him navigate the dealership, but ultimately ended up folding to an outrageous offer too soon. fortunately, rylan walked in there with a plan and was able to negotiate for himself. austin was so proud, and when he recounted the story to camryn later, he claimed it was his plan all along to see how the kid did for himself.

orla is a only a baby, so jot that down. maybe she's a late bloomer or maybe she's failing to launch, but i do think she's indulged by camryn and austin a little. they're adamant they're not enabling her, because she has had stuff going on and benefits from the healthy, cozy environment in the hanna home. she doesn't have a car of her own, but borrows her parents' when she needs to get around. she's scratched up the honda pilot in the past, so her privileges have officially been revoked per austin. i think they're a two-car household and i could see camryn with something cute and sleek like maybe a black mazda 3, especially as the kids are older and she needs to transport less. that one is much easier for orla to navigate in.

[bree4]

I know Who Killed me Chapter 4

"Charlie!" shouts my mother i have been in bed all morning it's summer vacation i can't believe my first year at Anoka Middle has gone by this quickly. this fall i will officially be a eighth grader, holy shit. i go downstairs where my mom and sisters are waiting in the kitchen. 

"Happy Birthday!" all three shout at once. today i turn fourteen. 

they have a breakfast spread all over the dinner table and i am suddenly feeling i'll, not on a empty stomach but because i want to maintain my empty feeling. they sit me down and i put a fake smile on. i'll eat it, i just need to puke it up later than i will go for a long walk. maybe i can even start running?

i take a bite and i make sure to really chew each bite.

to others this would be heaven but for me it's awful, i can feel the fat latching onto my body i need to get rid of it now. 

i go upstairs put on a grey oversized sweater and gym shorts grab my Nike runners and leave the house. it's the morning but the heat of summer is very much present on this walk, maybe i should have worn a t-shirt? i do a few laps around our neighbourhood and make my way to downtown i look at the shops and decide i want a coffee, which seems to be the only thing i find safe to eat. sparky's cafe is my go to spot, i like to get a iced coffee or a pumpkin spice latte in the fall. i would kill for a Pumpkin Spice Latte right now. it's also closes to the river side park, the walk i like to take when i clear my head.

the walk home is peaceful i feel better, i just need to get back to 110 i'm at 120 and once i'm back i'll be okay. i turn the corner at 2nd ave to walk the path at Akin river side park, i will walk up towards river ave it's a far walk but i need it right now.

Saturday June 30, 2018

today would have been Charlie's 15th birthday i can see it now, we would have had a nightmare before Christmas or a twilight theme but specially the first movie for the 'cold vibes' and he would have dressed up like Edward Cullen or even Bella Swan. the Cake would be chocolate with chocolate icing because he loved chocolate. i know him so well, i think i knew him better than his family did. 

i walk down to the Akin river path because it's where Charlie spent most his time, he loved to walk the path. sometimes he would be here for hours, if his mom couldn't find him i knew he was always here. i spent that first week after he went missing down here, hoping it was all some joke or misunderstanding and that he would be by the docs or resting in the trees. i would be able to find my boy, but that day never came. i didn't leave my bedroom for weeks, my parents were scared that i might flunk out of the seventh grade.

god i wish he were just missing. how can you be dead Charlie? and why can't i remember that night, i've tried so hard to remember details, were we followed? did you get chased by some high school kids and a prank go too far, did one of us do something? and why can't this fucking town find who killed you? 

Friday June 30, 2017

by the time i get home it's almost noon, my mom is sitting at the dining room table with a coffee i pour myself a cup and sit with her. she's reading her wellness book and i look at the title it's a diet book, she doesn't need that i do. i look at the book with interest, she catches me so i look away. 

"you're so lucky" she tells although i have no idea what i'm 'lucky' for.

"for what?" i ask because i must know now. 

"you're so skinny and you don't need to try..."but i do have to try, what does she mean skinny? i'm huge. there's a small bump in my lower belly that was never there before, and i can't see the ribcage anymore. i'm anything but 'skinny', i need to work out more shes clearly making fun of me.

i don't talk anymore i just sit, i don't wanna make a scene or cry or something. she slips a small wrapped gift to me. 

"happy birthday "

"what is it?" i ask.

"open it." i start to unwrap the paper and i see a small iPhone box. i look up and smile, all that anger i just had slipping away, i'm now excited it's my first iPhone. my older sisters got one when they turned fourteen so i was hoping i'd get mine this year.

"i know it's not the newest model, but your cousin Riley didn't use it anymore a-" 

"it's perfect!" i scream. 

i rush to my room and get it set up, i used to use a iPod  touch but this is the real deal i cannot believe it. after setting it up i DM my friends that i got a phone and to send me their numbers. the party is tonight and i told everyone it's going to be a villain from a horror movie. the party starts at seven so i need to get to setting up. 

Saturday June 30, 2018

the walk to the train is freezing it's pouring rain today. i'm cold and i can just use a warm coffee, i'll go uptown near Anoka station i know sparky's is a few blocks down i'll catch the bus to main street and walk the rest of the way. i realize now i just made an entire circle around the city and somehow ended up back near the riverside path.

Friday June 30, 2017

the party starts and the three are showing up, they dressed up as their favourite horror movie villains: Ethan is Freddy from Nightmare on Elm St, Liam went as Jason from Friday the 13, Olivia decided on Annabelle from the conjuring, i went as the best villain in my opinion: GhostFace from the Scream Franchise, the best horror franchise in my humble opinion. 

the lights are blinking orange and green the kitchen has neon purple light bulbs and all the snacks are in the dining room including the cake. i invited a few others from our grade but i never got a RSVP so as usual it's the core four, mom and my older sisters, they dressed up as the twins from the shinning and my mom decided on Winifred from Hocus Pocus. we play uno which always starts an argument between everyone and people get accused of Cheating ( not sure how they can cheat.)

"Uno!" Olivia shouts, but from the mischievous look Liam has i guarantee he's going to make her pick up four cards, he also has one card left.

he slams the 4+ card down in front of Olivia.

"Nope, now you gotta pick up four cards Liv." he is so proud of himself. 

"ugh, Liam!" she's mad now.

"Not fair!" she whines.

"You're just not fast enough, nice try though." 

the next round is almost done and Liam only has his single card, i'm waiting for him to put it down. "do it, i dare you" i say in my mind.

he puts it down and i shout "UNO!"

he glares at me and i keep his stare, i smirk and he gives me one right back. this game is getting heated.

"will you two stop flirting?" Ethan tells us breaking the silence.

"shut up Ethan." Liam says. okay we are clearly done with Uno, i need to switch the Activity soon or all three will literally murder each other.

"cake?" i ask. Ethan is already rushing to the dinner table where all the snacks and my birthday cake is. 

"Mrs.Summers Charlie wants to do the cake!" Ethan screams.

"it's Carol weirdo." my mom says coming out of the kitchen with a fresh cup of coffee. we laugh because it's true my mom hates being called mrs.summers or ms summers or miss summers, just call her Carol. she says calling her by her last name makes her feel old. 

"Sorry..." Ethan says but he's only teasing. 

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CHARLIE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU" everyone is singing.

as i watch them all sing i wish we can sit here for a few moments longer, because little do they know, i will be murdered on Halloween night. i blow out my candles. everyone claps in celebration here's to Fourteen, and the last five months i have to live.....

Wednesday October 31,2018

the sheriff is in the principals office and everyone is in the hallway watching with confusion. why are they here? 

"Can the Following Students report to the principals office immediately: Liam Green and Olivia Bennington, thank you." i'm frozen again, it's just like last year. i am met with everyone staring at me i look down the hall at Olivia who's already look back at me, she's just as confused.

the office feels cold when we walk in, the sheriff is already in the office with the principal. we walk in together.

"Hi?" Olivia says.

the sherif turns around and looks at us both, i don't say anything but i'm very cautious.

"Ethan Lowry is missing." he flatly says.

i look over at Olivia and back at the sheriff. 

Fuck.

[lilacfugue]

Haunting Fabregas

Bathe in blaze, my cup of coffee talking to me, with its bubbling froth and burnt almond color. I think I must've gone berserk while I was brewing it. Thought it might be my mind or the cup. I tend to blame others but myself. I don't remember much either, of the days, some fragments of ardent moment, and I forgotten some spellings. But I remember he gave me his cup as a souvenir of separation. And I remembered the spelling of his name.

Spent all my time dwelling languidly in tv shows that afternoon, nothing on tv but soap operas that annoys the will out of me. I curled up quite tightly on the couch. I had nothing but a cami on. The chills felt and smelled like him.

The unstoppable and palpable things started playing inside me, that time I was clenching my fist.

In it was a vermilion paper heart, crushed by fear.

I manage to remove the lit off a butter cookie can, vigorously gorging them to ease my hunger. Something sweet smelling and seasonal was placed somewhere at the corner of my living room but I stopped caring for nice things long ago.

"Help me, Fabregas." I begin calling him. 

Drenched in tears and dyed in blood, found myself huggingthe leg of the chair.

WHERE AM I FABREGAS, TAKE ME TO YOU. 

I looked everywhere for myself, the dilated pupils felt like it was going to burst in thedark grey room. 

When did the sun fade?

As if the world moves in the speed of light, 

The night disappear like a closed down drive-in cinema. 

My life,a sad cinematic experience to most people now.  I've lost my friends the day after he held my hand, the toxic that swims on his matte body killed me.

Fabregas, leave me, now.

Sunday 19 March 2017

[fuckmywholeactuallife]

11, 18, 22, and 27!

11: anything from your childhood you've held onto? nothing i can think of from my early childhood but i've got a mirror i've had for forever, since i was 9-10 maybe. all my childhood stuff is in my parents' house

18: your boba/tea order? i've never been a huge boba person but my go to tea order is a london fog (earl grey with steamed [oat] milk and vanilla)

22: do you have an emotional support water bottle? ok no but only bc i don't like leave the house so i DO have an emotional support Big Cup (2017 Large Sode Souvenir Cup from [then]AT&T Park, Home of the San Francisco Giants)

27: what's your favorite or go/to outfit? rn i'm loving my flared jeans and a big sweater! i've been wearing my white sneakers generally but i'm starting to swap my heeled boots in for fall

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Muckle Roe Island

Thursday 6th July

Aside from the sports complex and high school, which were built and opened in 2017, the rest of the town of Lerwick is rather grey. Many have given up on applying paint to the outside of buildings, as with the weather blowing so fiercely, it would would need to be done so often. Hence many are left in the colour of construction. Signs for businesses are understated, perhaps because anything fancy might just blow away. But for a population of just 7,000, they really like their takeaway food, with 3 Indian restaurants, 2 Chinese, 2 fish and chips, and 2 kebab / pizza outlets. The smell from the chip fryers dominate all else, it makes me nauseous when I’m downwind of it.

After a lap of the Loch next to which I had parked, it was time for the various chores; supermarket, and filling up with fuel and water. There’s a Tesco and a Co-Op, with prices much cheaper than the smaller community run grocery shops dotted around the islands.

I then headed back north, continuing on my west coast crawl which I had left after the Walls peninsula yesterday. My destination was Muckle Roe island, connected to the mainland by a bridge, but still remote, with a population of just less than 100 permanent residents, mainly croft farmers. There’s only road meanders around the south of the island for about 5 miles, coming to an end at Gillarona farm, just a 5 minute walk from Little Ayre beach. It’s a spectacular beach, and we spent the late afternoon down there, with the Test match on the radio.. Roja took his usual swim, and about 3 metres away from him the head of a grey seal emerged. They got no closer, Roja didn’t see it, and I guess would have been far less inquisitive than the seal.

He doesn’t seem to notice the variety of sea-birds that dive-bomb him either. The fulmars are almost constant, the Arctic terns here also, but they don’t get that close. Down on the beach this afternoon it was the sandwich terns that got very angry, and very close.. (below)

Back at the van I watched the T20 quarter final from Birmingham and got chatting to a guy returning from a hike ahead of his wife, who wanted to know the Scotland result; they had been playing Netherlands in a vital playoff for the World Cup in India. I was surprised. I’ve never actually met anyone in Scotland interested in their cricket, but still had to give him the disappointing news of their defeat.

The day had been overcast, but no rain, and as often, in the evening the cloud disappeared for a clear night. There was a kayak event on at the beach I had visited and seen no one at all day. On a calm day, sea-kayaking seems extremely appealing. I remember enjoying a book about a guy who kayaked from the north of Shetland down to the Channel a few years ago, The Frayed Atlantic Edge; the author David Gange.

[championmindsethq]

CFL is heavily invested in the issue at SFU

You may have noticed the terrible end of a college football program in Canada and the many failed attempts to bring it back by now.

On April 4, university administrators led by President Joy Johnson and Athletic Director Theresa Hanson announced the immediate dissolution of Simon Fraser University's football program after 57 years. "We no longer believe we are giving an outstanding experience for student-athletes," Johnson said, "since the football situation has shifted substantially in recent years."

The Lone Star Conference (LSC), situated in Texas and connected with NCAA Division II, informed the British Columbia institution that it was making way for another local team and that the Red Leafs' two-year tenure in the LSC would be its last before the upcoming season.

Since the LSC schedule had already been issued, the decision was made to cancel the sport immediately rather than play a final season.

As expected, this sparked an outcry from program alums and other interested parties, including the Canadian Football League, the Canadian Football Players' Association, and the British Columbia Lions. Johnson and Hanson may have taken on more than they can handle with this project.

Lawyer and SFU Football Alumni Association member Glen Orris has taken the initiative to file a court order in B.C. Supreme Court on Wednesday to revive the program. Seven current players on the team filed the injunction, spanning in age from freshman to senior, alleging that the institution had broken its contract with the student-athletes.

It's impossible to predict how this will play out in court, but it has the potential to take a long time. No one seems to be lacking in enthusiasm, and that includes Doug Brown, a former Blue Bomber and Canadian Football Hall of Fame inductee who played for SFU in the early to mid-1990s.

Instead of focusing on the future, this week's CFL Rundown will review the previous week in the three-down cycle.

A few more notes on the drama at SFU. You've got to feel bad for the football players suddenly without a team. They had just finished spring training when they were shut out, and now they have to deal with the emotional stress of being locked out while taking final examinations. The school will continue to honor football scholarships for the upcoming year, which is nice but overlooks the fact that many recipients will prefer to play elsewhere. You may sign a petition to bring the program back here.

It is hoped that the alums presently battling for the program's survival would remain involved to help get it back on solid ground if it is successful in its rescue attempt. SFU has been only treading water on the field for years, despite the obvious advantages of college and team sports. The Red Leafs have a winning percentage of.367, as they are 4-61 since 2015 and 186-321-2 overall. That isn't lovely.

I hope the game and the folks fighting for the software receive a second chance. Because I fear that eliminating a popular course from a university's curriculum may encourage students to stop attending. The future of the sport could be better as more people learn about the risks involved and fewer people sign up to play. This is why the CFL and other big players aren't willing to give up so easily.

The fourth time Chad Kelly made headlines was for the reason you'd expect. The Toronto Argonauts quarterback, who was a key part of The Boatman's dramatic comeback victory over the Winnipeg Blue Bombers in last year's Grey Cup, discussed his aspirations to return to the NFL on a podcast earlier this month. Kelly, the last player selected in the 2017 NFL Draft and nephew of football great Jim Kelly, thinks he can force the NFL to take notice if he helps the Argonauts win consecutive championships.

He elaborated on why he isn't there right now, saying things like "teams don't want a scary backup that's going to take the starter's position" and that he's on a "s—t contract" in Toronto. Although 29-year-old Kelly had a stellar collegiate career at Ole Miss, I'll remind you that he threw for only 297 yards and two touchdowns when playing for the Toronto Argonauts in 2017. In what should be an intriguing season for the Argonauts, he will take over as the starting pivot.

Andrew Harris, who will take over the team in 2024, was meeting with potential new players on the West Coast. In February, the Canadian Junior Football League's Vancouver Island Raiders re-signed the Winnipeg native and four-time Grey Cup champion. He will serve as the club's director of football operations this year and as head coach beginning in 2020. This past weekend, he went to his first official event, an evaluation camp for high schools. Harris almost served as a player-coach for the Argos last year after he injured his pectoral muscle and received some coaching experience. Seeing him contribute to the program he has previously praised so enthusiastically is encouraging.

On Wednesday, the Roughriders made a huge announcement: they had extended the contract of Canadian receiver Kian Schaffer-Baker by two years. After a great year in which he caught 68 passes for 960 yards and five scores for Riderville, Schaffer-Baker has signed a new contract that will keep him there through the 2025 season. This is fantastic news for the Roughriders, not only because they get to keep a guy they drafted (2020 fourth-round, 30th overall) and nurtured, but also because it was widely assumed that Schaffer-Baker would leave for the NFL this offseason after receiving significant interest from the league. It's crucial to keep promising young players in the CFL, and it's even better if the child happens to be a Canadian.

Additionally, fans of the Roughriders can now enjoy online betting on sports with increased confidence in the team's success, given the continued presence of a talented player like Schaffer-Baker.