#it was set in a hotel in mayfair

[i-am-countess-olivia]

Tobias Menzies in "The Fever" for the Almeida, directed by Robert Icke, 2015.

[murfpersonalblog]

IWTV S2 Ep8 Musings - Loustat (SPOILERS) Pt2: Reunion

You don't know the HALF of what Lestat feels for Louis, to let YOUR grimy arse steal his man, just for LOUIS's happiness. ANYTHING for Louis.

Am I the only one who felt left hanging? We BEEN knew it didn't make sense, but what's your POINT, exactly? If Louis misremembered Lestat whispering, it's just par for the course about the odyssey of recollection. But if Lestat DID do telepathy, is that evidence of...what? That the vampire bond works differently than what's been explained? That he COULD read Lou's mind? AMC, this is AGGRAVATING.

Your goose is COOKED, my guy.

The copium & denial pack Louis was smoking as he laughed was 🤌

That's right, start sweating!

Master manipulation; cuz he certainly would NOT have, as we soon find out. ANYTHING for Louis. (Dang, Imma have to take back some of what I said about Lestat's character development not having started yet.)

I was shocked. I was NOT expecting this plot twist. I was ready to throw Lestat out with the rest of the TRASH, in the DUMP. Well dang. Guess I'll only leave him rotting in a TINY landfill.

I nearly SCREAMED--@nashvillethotchicken and I were talking about Loustat as Bobby and Whitney ages ago! I cannot BELIEVE AMC threw in a New Edition reference in the year of our lord 2024; y'all are diabolical AF, Rolin, STOP IT.

I wonder if AMC used Hurricane Odette cuz the OG script was set in pandemic!2020, so it would make sense that a year later Louis would head back to NOLA during 2021 when Hurricane Odette last hit.

That looks like NOLA's Pontchartrain Hotel--lemme find out he bumped into the Mayfairs when Rowan & them were in town, LOL.

Lestat got more aliases than the KGB; meanwhile Louis just sprinkles his long AF unique AF name all over the place. 🤦 But I guess it's ok, since the tour guide never mentioned him & Claudia by name. (Not Tom Anderson in another finale, LOL.) Louis so offended the tour guide said he ran a voodoo cult. XD

Fall of the House of Lioncourt-Melmouth.

You're gosh darned right! THEE Louis of Troy is in the building!

You love to see it. "A wearisome fledgling; all the millennials are--" not Lestat making PALE PROXIES of rat-catcher extraordinare LDPDL out of millennials. 😭

Lestat, if you don't get your crazy arse outta here with that bloodstained wooden keyboard Imma ROTFLMFAO.

NO JOKE, I effed up my friend's whole set when I started screaming "Siri, Pause," cuz my friend's Siri started freaking out and effed up the volume! XD

HERE WE EFFING GOOOOOOOO

(Best scene all season, fight me on this)

You know this was TEARING Lestat up, cuz of what happened in 1973--I gave Louis to you so you could do BETTER by him than EYE did, and instead it's NICKI ALL OVER AGAIN.

Imma smack him--this is NOT the time to be self-loathing, Lestat!

NOLA is my home--and the SAINT is not a city--I'm gonna cry.

He did. He just forgot, when reality settled in and the allure/nostalgia/glamour wore off. "I tried to make nights awful for you." Not the whole time, Louis. Y'all actually were happy b4--even Claudia said "the easy times" stopped after Florence died; and esp. after Charlie died. Lou can't be blamed for grieving his mom's death, and he definitely can't be blamed for Lestat & Claudia falling out after Charlie. Everything that happened after that--the 7 years of depression--was ALSO Lestat's fault. "I wanted you to suffer, cuz I was suffering;" I'm glad Les just waved that aside and said they BOTH wronged e/o.

He's not suicidal anymore then! He has nights in front of him to look forward to! So Lou can finally "learn to live honestly" with HIMSELF.

And Lestat dove RIGHT ON IN with that! He's been carrying that with him for DECADES, worried about Louis & what happened.

I LOVE that Les' language changes (the way his voice CRACKS and goes so TINY, oml)--he asked Lou in 1973 if he was "ill," and if something had happened TO him; so as to not spook/trigger or blame him--but he can ask more candidly now in a (relatively) "healthier" 2024 if Lou tried to hurt/kill himself; and get a more candid/honest answer. CLOSURE, y'all, I'm gonna cry.

GOOOOOOD. Don't EVER forget your daughter. Y'all need to have a Claudia Memorial; to KEEP remembering her, as she was in all her vampiric splendour, the good times AND the bad times.

I KNOW this hurt Louis to his effing core. The way Jacob cried FIRE!

I'm so glad Lou hugged him--YES YOU WERE, Uncle Les. And you KNOW it; you FELT that bond b/t y'all, even if she never looked at you. The distance b/t y'all was in name only, cuz a little Black girl couldn't have TWO daddies in 1917 and have one of them be white on top of it. I AM YOUR MAKER, sure, but you were her BLOOD FATHER, and she loved you, which is why she hoped you'd help her.

ANOTHER ROUND IN THE STORMY ROMANCE OF YOU TWO. 😭👏

What are these magical off-mic speeches/pep-talks Louis keeps giving people in Season 2?!? THE PEOPLE WANNA KNOW, gosh darnit!

DRATS.

I get why Jam said they thought the Loustat ending was "satisfying." It was nice, even though I'd've preferred to see Lestat in the Dubai penthouse at the end. :\

I LOVE THIS, AMC, thank you! ❤️

[rosielefay]

USUK ʚɞ

America and England in the country club, at the ballet, dining at the top restaurants of Mayfair and Manhattan. Always busy, eternally working. The two would rarely stray too far from their economic centres. The phone never more than a reach away, the work laptops present every vacation. And they're taking calls every second of the day, rarely can one converse with them without an interruption, some important business going on half a world away.

Yet England is very old, and like all of Europe, decaying a bit. Like an old cat, he'll go away quietly to die, disappearing for weeks to sit in his old country manor alone. Being with America and the city, it makes him feel alive, but there are times when the centuries catch up and the fatigue sets in. America will visit: he'll boil kettles and put the bbc ballet on and feed the cats and water the flowers - he'll love a ghost for a little bit.

Then it's back to the opera hall, private jets, the conferences, the reports. The making out in meeting rooms and silk ties and cotton shirts all over the hotel rooms - Washington, London, Paris, Tokyo. So much money and lust and greed and each other, only ever each other.

Then its back to the dark hallways of the old house: the cobwebs, the mould, the family portraits; pale skin and dry eyes, grey under the cheeks and clouds over the iris. The garden flourishes, France sends a bouquet, the black cashmere jumpers and dark slacks hold off the cold. It is hard, sometimes, loving a dead thing.

But eventually the markets go up and a breath is taken, and its back to hotel rooms, white powder on the desk and clothes on the floor and the headboard is banging and the phone is ringing and ringing.

[aziraphales-library]

hi!! i've been looking for a specific fic that i read back after s1 and forgot to bookmark. it was set the night after the world didn't end, when aziraphale stays over at crowley's place. he can't sleep and finds a room full of old art (like renaissance) that crowley collected, and there's one of him? after that they confess i think, but i remember really enjoying it and i'd love to find it again 🥺

Hey. The only fic I know of similar to this is...

You can stay at my place, if you like by charlottemadison (T)

The Mayfair flat might be safe on the night of the Aflopalypse, or it might not. Beelzebub & Hastur have a grudge and an army and they know where Crowley lives, so caution may be in order? Especially since the door to the penthouse is standing ajar when our exhausted body swapped heroes get home from Tadfield. "So you're saying you're going in alone. In my body. To my flat. Where you've never been." Aziraphale nodded. "Maybe we should just go to a hotel?" Aziraphale saw two roads diverging: a night of brooding anxious melancholy and...the kind of night he preferred. He rallied. "And miss my chance to spy in your washroom cupboard? Never. I'm going in." "Oi!" "I'm going to try on all your clothing and give you a manicure and take a nap. You'll have to sit here and wonder for hours." "Angel!" The word had no sibilants but Crowley could still broadcast a hiss somehow. "You'll pace my feet to pieces while I pilfer your wine cellar alone." "You can fuck right off." Crowley gave him a sound swat on the arm. "See I'd never do that to you, but I can do it to me." "Is that the face I make when you wind me up? No wonder it's such fun for you."

- Mod D

[voguefashion]

Romy Schneider walking with an armed security guard on the set of My Lover, My Son in Mayfair, London on May 26th 1969. The previous week she had her jewellery stolen from her Hotel room.

[scorchedthesnake]

A non-exhaustive list of things I've loved from Sleep No More, in no particular order

Gossip Girl Party: to celebrate what we feared would be the injection of our beloved niche show into broad public awareness, Jenny Weinbloom and Russ Marshalek hosted a viewing party complete with trivia, an "Is That All There Is?" lip sync contest, and a mask signed by Hecate as the prize, which I was tasked with discreetly picking up at the Hotel from Careena:

Ginger Lobby: Paul and Austin, Porter and Boy Witch pairing for the ages. As Paul said at his salon: "I met my husband in that phone booth right over there!" You simply could not beat the chemistry and intensity of those performances.

Zebra Fucking Katz: the video for "Imma Read" had some masks and the cast loved it so they got him to play in the Rep Bar after the Valentine's Day show

OG Mayfair: pretty hard to beat the wildest, most surprising, most drama-inducing party in the history of the hotel

HELLHOUND: Every time I walk by the wolf in the laundry area on 5 I think of you, Alex Smith.

The thing with your legs: The way Will Seefried would squeeze your legs together with his while doing the Porter 1:1 – one of the best variations ever done in that scene!

Your Heart Sings: and basically every other improv moment with Nate Carter.

How would you like a chocolate penis?: in the wake of Gossip Girl, the hotel found itself the destination of some number of bachelorette parties. One night mid-performance I stopped by Manderley for water and suddenly heard Calloway call out, "EVAN, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE A CHOCOLATE PENIS?"

Team Hard RT: When Bowmore Spirits set up a promotional event with a tasting and show combo ticket, they did a giveaway on Twitter which you could enter by retweeting their posts. Several of us combined as Team Hard RT (remember the only way of retweeting? RT @ soandso? Well, then a dummy account the brand owned won, and we called them out.

Teaser Trailer: my finest creative moment in this whole blog

Kelly’s Drink: New Year's Eve 2011 - Kelly Bartnik wanted a gin and tonic in the show, so we brought a flask and glass along and assembled it for her in Bald Witch's shrine.

Mayfair 2 with Will: Will's improvised Porter 1:1 at the gate is one of my favorite performance moments of all time.

MIT Media Lab: My entire experience with this project was an unending list of incredible moments. Working with Felix Barrett. William, Alba, Ben and Careena doing awesome things. Repeated 1:1s in the padded cell. An NDA. The whole thing was a fanboy's dream come true.

My name’s Malcolm: Ben Thys' final show as Malcolm, he ran from the ballroom into the stairwell and surprised an unsuspecting audience member who exclaimed "Jesus!" Ben didn't miss a beat and as he ran past her shouted back, "my name is Malcolm!"

Clyde: If you never got to see the original Lodge, I just feel sorry for you. It was the most excellent little cocktail bar imaginable. It also acquired a groundskeeper, Matt Downs, who in the character of Clyde managed to convince an awful lot of people that he worked there.

Oh but the Hotel only has 5 floors: At my 10th show I still had never been to the 6th floor. I found myself in a conversation with Violet. She asked if I had seen everything in the hotel in my many visits? And I said well everything but the 6th floor. "Oh, but the Hotel only has 5 floors," she said. "Let's see what card you're holding." I showed her my Ace. "Oh you aren't going to want to go with them. Or the 2s or the 3s. In fact, why don't you have another drink and I'll come get you when the time is right."

Every Recap About This Time: this little collab with Kevin Cafferty is some of the only good comedy writing I've ever done, and I'm thrilled any time the tropes in it resurface.

Julian’s elevator: When Zach Martens was on as Man-in-Bar as Julian... I often just outright skipped the show. And he gave me the best solo ride in the elevator I ever could have wished for.

We haven’t been properly introduced: At a Pride party a few weeks after all that May Fair stuff happened, I met up with Nick and Paul and finally got to meet Austin, who walked over and greeted me with "we haven't been properly introduced" which disarmed everything.

Do you know who we are?!?: aggressively making out with a friend and fellow fan at one of the Infernos up on the mezzanine, some random party guest walked by and said, "gentlemen, please!" and we both turned, glared at him and in unison responded: "do you know who we are? Do you know whose house this is?"

Heather Matarazzo: The star of "Welcome to the Dollhouse" hosted a storytelling hour in Manderley one night after the show. Being that I had been at the show, I was animatedly talking with people about everything that happened that night, which got me an aggressive shushing from one of my teenage icons. I may have shouted back that it was my bar and I'd talk as much as I pleased.

NYE Balloons: that I got to be at the center of such an iconic moment was a tremendous gift I will cherish forever

Getting my avatar: Oh how I wish I could remember your name, kind fan who made the pineapple dress and the coins and then made this wonderful sketch of me in my confusion as you presented me with the coin. I use this avatar everywhere and I just want to say one more time – thank you, this is the best kind of magic.

Luke Taxi: for whatever reason, despite being a long-time Punchdrunk veteran, Luke Murphy is basically never in roles with 1:1s. Macduff, Macbeth, Neoptolemus, etc. So when I found out he was occasionally doing Taxidermist, I patiently stalked and hoped someday I'd luck into a show and then somehow actually get it. And sure enough, it was very worth that wait – he hit every note of that creepy 1:1 perfectly. Months later as his departure drew near, I lucked into another night he was in the role. Frances Koncan and I followed intently but when the time came and it was just the two of us with him, he looked at us, sighed heavily, and retreated into the bathroom without either of us. Bless that wonderful man, he knows how to keep us wanting more.

WTF Breaks: in the days before the phone lockdown, the bar reopening after first loop was a great time to meet up with people, express shock at casting and/or pulls, and send some insane tweets about what was going on. Kinda miss these tbh.

Scorched haha the Snake: Tony Bordonaro gave me the meta moment I had long worried would come one night when, as he concluded the Banquo 1:1, he said, "they have (long paused) scorched HA HA HA the snake... not killed it."

Is this making out? Brandon made some excellent memes and this one is my favorite. So I'll take the opportunity to shout out the 3 Speakeasy Barmans and 1 Taxidermist who actually did make out with me.

Telegram_mrsnake: That they made this for me when I came back from unemployment, and gave it this file name... man, it moves me to tears even still.

Macbeth is Evan Matthew Cobb: when Evan Copeland first appeared in the show, this was sent to the cast list. A totally honest mistake, to be sure, as at the time if you googled Evan + Sleep No More, I am indeed the one that would come up:

The Fraggle Room: it's fucking real.

Reverse Porter: Nick Dillenburg, you were in the show for exactly 37 seconds and I stalked the hell out of you and got 7 1:1s across all your roles and they were all wonderful, and I am so glad you took the risk of the Reverse Porter on me... it was unforgettable.

Carnival des Corbeaux: of all the party photos, this one will forever be my favorite. If I had to pick one photo to sum up everything that ever happened in the McKittrick Hotel, it's without a doubt this one:

[gllrimes]

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒐’𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈!

𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔:

I will be writing smut, fluff, comfort, and angst. I'm not experienced with writing as much as other writers are, so don't expect the best.

No sa or rape of any sort because we don't tolerate that.

No piss/shit/fart kinks ya dirty fucks.

No pedophilia. Age gaps only can consist of five years apart in my story's when 18+

No human servitude.

I write for any sexuality and any gender.

I do write drabbles and hcs.

I don't write agere/little space on this blog, I'll set up another blog for that!!

I don't care how old you are I can't stop you from reading my stuff 😕🙏🏻

Requests are open!!

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 & 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓

The Walking Dead:

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

Glenn Rhee

Ron Anderson

Enid Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne Grimes

(Bonus: I might write for others too. Maybe Shane idk.)

The End Of The Fucking World:

Alyssa Foley

James (last name unknown)

Heartstopper:

Charlie Spring

Nick Nelson

Tao Xu

Elle Argent

Darcy Olsson

Tara Jones

Sahar Zahid

Issac Henderson

13 Reasons Why:

Clay Jenson

Hannah Baker

Justin Foley

Alex Standall

Jessica Davis

IT:

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Beverly Marsh

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlon

Henry Bowers

Patrick Hockstetter

Victor Criss

Belch Huggins

The Flash (IMDb):

Berry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Caitlin Snow

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Mattheo Riddle

Theodore Nott

Regulas Black

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Steve Harrington

Henry Creel

Eleven

Eddie Munson

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau

Twilight:

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale

Alice Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Carlisle Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Esme Cullen

Thirteen:

Tracy Freeland

Evie Zamora

Mason Freeland

Melanie Freeland

Anne With An E:

Gilbert Blythe

Anne Shirley

Dianna Berry

Cole Mackenzie

Jerry Baynard

The Goldfinch:

Theodore Decker (older and younger)

Boris Pavlikovsky (older and younger)

The Turning:

Miles Fairchild

Kate Mandell

Flora Fairchild (NO SMUT)

When You Finish Saving The World:

Ziggy Katz

Lila

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer

Cordelia Goode

Fiona Goode

Jimmy Darling

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Austin Sommers

Mr. Gallant

Edward Mott

Rory Monahan

Shameless:

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Mandy Milkovich

Carl Gallagher

I Believe In Unicorns:

Davina

Sterling

Tokio Hotel:

Bill Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz

Georg Listing

Gustav Schäfer

Slashers/Halloween movies characters:

Max Dennison

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Sydney Prescott

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Kruger

Michael Myers

Jason Dean

Patrick Bateman

Brahms Heelshire

BONUS singers/actors/youtubers:

Sam Golbach

Colby Brock

Jake Webber

Albert (flamingo)

The Sturniolo Triplets

Finn Wolfhard

Noah Schnapp

And finally... ALEX TURNER 😋😋 (he's so husband material)

!!PLEASE USE THIS RESPECTFULLY AND WISELY!!

[vampiricinsanity]

Updated.

“To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.” Anne Rice.

Book version fanfic. Set in the time of Prince Lestat. Mentions of the show and movie are made.

A woman named Quinn travels to New Orleans to fulfill her dreams of seeing the sights where the famous Lestat walked in the stories. And even paying a visit to a loved ones grave as thanks for turning her life around.

However things turn strange. She meets a man who speaks of the Mayfair's, wakes up one day to find everyone is behaving oddly, acting as though the books are not a work of fiction and are reality. She finds her hotel reservations are gone. She cannot go home as her plane ticket doesn't seem to be real as they tell here there's no one registered under that name or code. She gets strange looks for her chosen last name. The town seemed more retro then she remembered it.

She is nearly driven to madness when she meets the woman of the hour herself, Rowan Mayfair, who has got some loaded questions for poor Quinn. Who is she? And why does she share a name with Tarquin Blackwood, and carry the last name, Mayfair? And what is the Sacred Lazarus that Merrick speaks of?

[juliasdowntonstuff]

Intoxication

I've written a new one shot (it's slightly too long to be considered a drabble, I think)

This one was loosely inspired by James Blunt's song “Bartender” and takes place a few weeks after the entire Bricker-incident came to a head that evening in Cora´s bedroom.

This is also the first time I've written something as explicitly M-rated as this (please let me know what you think of it). The second half of this contains said explicit parts and I will try to divide that off with that line feature for people who might not want to read that.

For now, I hope you enjoy some drunk Cobert on a night out in London...

It was a cold, yet still rather pleasant, evening when Robert and Cora walked along the pavement in London Mayfair. Their destination, the grand hotel and restaurant Robert had chosen for them that night, was already in plain view ahead of them. He had not told her where they were headed, but the familiar sight of the red brick facade with its many nooks and balconies was all she needed to see to know. He had selected their favourite restaurant, Claridge's - a decision no doubt influenced by the last time he had tried to take her out to dinner and failed because of a stupid decision she had made. 

What was supposed to be a nice surprise on his part had turned into a night both of them regretted, or at least she hoped so, for she certainly regretted every aspect of it in hindsight. He had said quite a few things she found hard to forgive when she had returned to Rosamund's house in Belgrave Square and found him waiting there for her, but she and her behaviour were the reason he had uttered them, she knew that.

Their entire exchange from that night was still very much present in her mind as they silently walked in the direction of the grand entrance. It was unusual for them to talk so little, they always found it quite easy to talk to each other about anything and everything. Cora would have been more than happy to listen to him rant about the next problem the estate was going to have to face or what the farmers had said the day before when he had visited them together with Mary on his rounds, but he stayed silent and kept to himself. They were not on good terms, that much was certain. He had even taken his hand back after he had helped her from the motor, letting it fall back to his side instead of holding it out for her to put her hand in the crook. Things had been amiss for weeks now, months even, and she did not know what to do or say to get her Robert back. They had talked about it and things had seemed to be looking up, but that had been an illusion.

She looked over at him and saw his eyes fixed on some point ahead of them, almost as if he were ignoring her entire existence next to him. She could almost swear that she even saw his jaw clench when he saw her face turning to him out of the corner of his eye. Cora felt as if she was still not forgiven, even though weeks had passed since that night, and he had apologized for his behaviour with a beautiful set of pearls the last time they were in London for Rose's wedding. Things had returned to normal in the weeks after that - apart from the aspect of their marriage that she usually described as terrific fun. They had been better, or maybe she had just thought they were. The palpable tension between them as they walked to the restaurant was almost too much for her to bear.

Cora was shaken from her musings when they were greeted by a young man in uniform and she suddenly found herself in the restaurant that held so many happy memories she shared with her husband. But she couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment well up inside her while they waited for the young man to find their reservation in the book. The prospect of a rather frosty dinner - if their journey here had been anything to go by - did not seem too enticing to her.

“Excuse me, Mister Crawley, but I can't seem to be able to find a reservation made under that name.”

Her head snapped up, looking at the young brown-haired man in uniform, who was somewhat frantically running his finger down the list of names with reservations for that night. He must have been rather new to this post, judging by the sheer nervousness his entire being exuded.

“Please check again, I definitely called in a week ago,” Robert said calmly, even managing a small smile. It was clear that he was not at all used to being in a situation like this one. He had never had any problems at restaurants or hotels to find reservations. The mention of his title would always be the winning argument, even though he tried to refrain from using it too much. 

When the young man still couldn't seem to find their reservation in the book, Robert sighed and decided to play his trump card: “Try Lord Grantham then, maybe whoever put it down used the title instead of the family name.” He was getting impatient and it reflected in his tone, even though he still stayed cordial and polite.

It only took a few seconds and another run of his finger down the extensive list for the young man to look up again with a smile and exclaim:  “Ah yes, there we have it, Lord Grantham, sir. I am very sorry for this hold-up. If you please want to follow me to your table, milord, milady?”

Robert had to put a lot of effort into not wincing at the younger man's wording. Proper etiquette must have been a lesson taught in his no doubt costly education he had missed for one reason or the other. Or maybe the war had changed more things than Robert could fathom. 

Cora wasn't sure if he had truthfully spied their title on the list of reservations or if it was the mention of said title that did the trick, but she was grateful nonetheless. The situation was becoming quite embarrassing the longer it had seemed to stretch. 

The mutual silence continued well into their main course, only disrupted by Robert ordering their food and drinks and some pleasant and rather polite small talk about the food in front of them, which was an unknown sensation to her. This might have been more than acceptable for most couples in the peerage - couples who did not love each other. But Robert and Cora did - they had for more than three decades until their relationship had taken a turn for the worst without either of them seeming to be able to find a way back to the other. This evening proved it. The last time they had had a shared dinner with just the two of them in an atmosphere as uncomfortable as this one must have been on their honeymoon, while they were still trying to get to know the other.

The lack of talking, however, caused a spike in their intake of alcoholic beverages with their food, each of them taking a sip when they would have usually said something that could potentially interest the other. Cora couldn't remember the last time she had this much to drink with her dinner or in general, and she could already feel the inebriation starting to get the better of her judgment. The background noise droned on, washing over her repeatedly and in combination with the wine was making her feel slightly dizzy.

Robert might have been more used to drinking alcohol than she was, or at least he could stomach it better, but the alcohol slowly got to him as well by the time their dessert arrived. The music playing in the background was not quite to his taste - jazz was too modern for the traditionalist in him - but the longer the dinner stretched, the more he couldn't help but want to take his wife's hand and guide her to the dance floor in the middle of the classy dining room with the art deco interior.

She looked beautiful that night - not that she was ever anything but beautiful to him - but something about her dark hair in that intricate coiffure and the different shades of blue fabrics of her dress complimented her features even better than usual. 

He reached out his hand, waiting for a response from her. All he got, however, was an arched eyebrow in question, her gaze flickering between his big hand and his face.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked when he realised she had no idea what his outstretched hand was alluding to.

“Really, Robert? Here, with the jazz music you hate?”

He nodded his head yes. Some part of him was aware of the hesitance in her question that offered him a chance to retract his invitation, but his slightly intoxicated conscious mind couldn't care less. 

Hesitantly, she abandoned her bombe glacée that had just arrived together with his Eton mess and gingerly put her much smaller hand in his, letting him guide her to join the handful of other dancing couples.

He had never experienced a dance feeling so foreign and yet so familiar in his more than 50 years of existence, not even when he had not yet been taught all the different traditional dances a future Earl had to know. The music that softly filled the vast room lacked any sense of regular and danceable rhythm, at least according to him at that moment, and he struggled to think of steps that fit this particular piece of music. The tall and slender figure in his arms, however, was most familiar to him. He had spent hours upon hours twirling his darling wife around so many different ballrooms over the course of their long-standing marriage. Robert had never enjoyed all these grand balls, had hated the need to socialise with other Earls, Barons and Dukes whose names he could barely remember at the end of the night while his wife was at the other end of the room, talking to the wives of other members of the peerage. Many a night was spent like that, him nursing his drink while listening to the boastings of the other men about their last successful hunt or the new mistresses they had found to keep them happy and occupied in their loveless marriages, while he could only stare at the source of all his happiness across the room, waiting for a chance to excuse himself from the situation. It was their way of finding the joy in these long nights that always seemed to stretch incredibly long, twirling around the room to the familiar rhythms of waltz after waltz. 

At first, Robert stumbled around the dance floor more than he danced, Cora merely following his lead, or rather lack thereof. However, at some point, she must have taken over and started manoeuvring them skilfully around the floor under the grand chandelier illuminating the equally grand room, without it looking too obvious to anyone who might have been watching them. Robert should have kept an eye on their surroundings to prevent them from bumping into other dancing couples, but he could not get himself to drop his gaze from her face. He studied it even though he knew her features better than the back of his hand - he knew her mouth that formed a hint of a smile at that moment, and he knew how her lips felt pressed to his in a fiery kiss. He knew her elegantly sloped nose and how it scrunched up when she was not holding in her laughter at something, completely disregarding etiquette and propriety when it was just the two of them. He knew her brilliantly twinkling blue eyes and how they always conveyed her innermost emotions, no matter how hard she tried to be stoic upon his mother's countess' training she had had to undergo after their wedding. Her eyes were not simply blue, but Robert couldn't name all the shades of that colour represented in them. Cora, or any other woman for that matter, probably could have. 

He couldn't care less about the names of the hues present in her eyes - what he cared about was the love for him he always saw reflected in them. It had been a while since he saw that love, and this time it had all been entirely his fault. He had pushed her away and into the arms of another man. Nothing had happened though, and for that he thanked God and whoever else might have listened, but it bugged him beyond belief nonetheless. How could he have been so incredibly thick? 

Maybe it was the dancing, or maybe it was the amount of alcohol they had both already consumed, but he could have sworn that he saw that love in her eyes again as they danced on the black and white checkered floor.

Before long, the current song came to an end and gave them the chance to return to their desserts. While they were gone, a waiter had refilled their glasses without so much of a question.

“When did you learn to do that?” he asked before taking a bite of his dessert. He relished in the sweetness of the meringue combined with the fine acidity of the berries. How anyone could prefer some heavy chocolatey dessert to the lightness and freshness of his chosen dessert was beyond him. Cora had, years ago, tried to explain to him that she just preferred the heavy sweetness of a chocolate cake or mousse after all the savoury dishes of earlier courses, but her point had never stuck with him - they had simply agreed to disagree.

“Do what?” she replied, cutting into the small dome covered in chocolate on her plate.

“Dance to this sort of music?”

She looked up from her sweet and chocolatey ice cream-filled cake at his question, a forkful of it coming to a halt mid-air.

“Do you remember Rose's stay with us and her surprise for your birthday? Well, I asked her to teach me one or two things afterwards. It never hurts to stay up to date with new things, be those fashions, foods, or dances.”

“Quite right. Rose did a splendid job then. I do not know why I asked you to dance when I had no idea how to do it, you saved me from quite some humiliation, my dear.”

The words slipped from his mouth before he could think. He had not used any term of endearment for her in months, given their strained relationship, and he had no idea how she would react. This evening was planned to hopefully bridge the deep divide between them, to mend what had been broken for too long and he knew he could not afford to take a wrong step. The fact that she had agreed to dance had signalled him that he had chosen the right path, but would this jeopardize it? He waited for a response with bated breath, deciding instead to stare down at his plate.

“I should like to think you asked me to dance because you wanted to.” Her tone was hard and matter-of-fact, it was an unfamiliar sensation to hear her speak to him like that. 

He looked back up at her, a slight blush on his cheeks, while he finished the last of his dessert.

Robert saw her cheeky smile and the twinkle of mirth in her eyes. She was mocking him, he should have known she was. She was his wife, and he had spent more of his life with her by his side than without. Of course, she would find a way to lighten the mood with her humour.

Her gaze changed, no longer challenging him. Instead, her eyes softened further and she smiled gently at him. Her enticing, disarming smile that brightened even the darkest of rooms enchanted him. It reminded him of the smiles she used to give him while they were sat around a dinner table when his mother had once again made everyone feel uncomfortable, most especially the two of them. No matter how crude his mother's remarks had been, she would always make sure that he knew that she supported him and would take in stride whatever was thrown at her.

“The rest does not matter, Robert, not to me. And I could not care less about what the other people thought of me leading the dance - if they noticed at all, which I doubt. People are rarely interested in things that do not involve themselves.”

She finished the last of her dessert, followed by another sip of her wine.

Robert felt the tips of his ears warm further, no doubt they must be flaming red by now, much like his cheeks. After gulping down the last of his beverage, he said: “Would you like to go home?”

Not long after, they both found themselves in the back of the motor taking them home to Grantham House in St. James's Square. It would have only been a twenty-minute walk from the restaurant, but both knew that they had had too much to drink to think it sensible to walk the entire way.

The butler had taken their coats and bid his goodnight upon their late arrival, locking the grand wooden doors behind them as they made their way up the many steps. Both, Robert and Cora, stumbled one or two times as they ascended the stairs leading to their rooms in their London home, giggling quietly while trying not to garner any more attention in the mostly empty house.

Cora was still holding his hand, which he took as a good sign. She had taken it in hers on the short ride home from the restaurant, letting it come to rest in her lap. He had chosen not to comment on that gesture, afraid he could ruin that understanding that seemed to have formed over the course of the evening.

They walked along the scarcely-lit, long and narrow hallway leading to both, her bedroom and his dressing room, with her walking slightly ahead of him, almost as if she were dragging him. When they had reached the door to her bedroom, however, he rather forcefully turned her around, hindering her from reaching for the golden doorknob. She gasped slightly at the suddenness of his action, her entire body stiffening in shock.

The next thing she saw was her husband's face mere centimetres away from her own, his blue eyes staring at her intently. She could feel his hot breath on her face and she saw his dilated pupils, her hand still firmly held in his while his other one found its way to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Before she knew it, she felt his lips crashing down on her own in a hot kiss that knocked the remaining breath out of her. Soon, his hand let go of hers and found its way to her face, caressing her jaw as he continued to kiss her hungrily.

The sudden sensation of his touches and kisses made her entire body tingle, it awakened a desire for him she had not felt this strongly in months. Cora wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself even closer than before, her body now pressed flush against his as she stood on the tips of her toes. Her hands wound themselves into his grey hair, playing with the slight curls at the back of his neck, tugging at the locks ever so slightly. He always kept his hair nice and tidy, mostly shorter than this so that it would not curl, but she had always adored his curly hair and the boyish charm it had added to his appearance.

Robert broke their kiss, drawing his face back a few centimetres to look at her flushed face while she was gasping for air. His hands were still on her neck and waist, with seemingly no intention of letting go and he smirked naughtily at her, aware of the effect his ardent kisses had on her.

“Maybe we should go inside before someone finds us out here,” she whispered in response.

Robert did not respond in so many words, but kissed her again, pushing her backwards closer to her bedroom door so that she was pressed firmly between the white lacquered wood and his body while he tried to find the knob to let them in without looking.

He kicked the door shut with his foot once they had entered the smaller room that was already tinged in warm hues of orange and red emitted by the crackling fire in the hearth. After turning the lock on the doorknob to keep any possible intruders outside, his hand once more encircled her waist, the other one running over her back, fumbling with the top buttons of her dress, trying to pry them open without tearing them off. 

She pushed his dinner jacket from his broad shoulders before her nimble fingers quickly worked on his already crooked bow tie and waistcoat, discarding the items in a pile on the bedroom floor. His kisses became even hungrier, his tongue exploring her mouth, dancing an all too familiar dance with hers. He could still taste hints of the red wine he had ordered, mixed with sweet notes of chocolate left from her dessert of choice.

Cora broke their kiss again, turning around in his arms while pantingly whispering: “This should make it easier. I do not want to have to explain any ripped-off buttons to Baxter in the morning.”

Robert only chuckled lowly in response, thankful that she made the hard work of undoing the countless buttons of her dress just a tiny bit easier. Once he had undone all of them, his hands ran up and down the sides of her body, coming to rest on her waist and shoulder. He bent down, placing a trail of soft, feathery kisses on the exposed skin of her neck before he started to take out the many pins holding her hair in place. While he was amazed by the sheer amount of pins stuck in his wife's hair to make her elaborate coiffure stay in place, she let her dress fall to the ground, her arms reaching for his head behind her back, pulling him closer to her, urging him to continue his kissing ministrations on her neck.

He also made quick work of her undergarments and chemise that joined his already discarded jacket and waistcoat on the floor.

Her hair now let down from its prior intricate up-do, she turned back around to face him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Before he knew it, she had unclasped his cufflinks faster than he ever could have - he had always struggled with them and was thankful for his valet who always did the fastening of them for him -  and just as quickly undid the buttons on the front of his shirt, which then piled on top of the rest of their clothing.

He bent down to kiss her again and he was met with her wandering hands roaming his chest, arms, and back before she broke their kiss yet again. Robert had to suppress a groan of annoyance at the interruption, only to be pleasantly surprised when she walked to the bed, her hips swaying from side to side. He couldn't help but stare at her naked form. If she only knew the effect she still had on him. Well, she must have had an inkling of it, otherwise, she wouldn't have tried to tease him like that. 

Gulping, he quickly rid himself of his polished leather shoes and discarded the rest of his clothing and joined her on the canopy bed. 

Robert kissed her, his mind feeling hazy as his hands wandered over her delectable body and hers ran over his chest, only to find their way back into his hair, further mussing it. He knew that whatever this was they had started was not going to take long to finish that night - he turned them over so that he was hovering above her, stilling his kisses to look at her, silently asking for her consent, just like he always did. No matter how intoxicated he might have been or how much she had teased him up until that point - he would always ask, not wanting to force her to do anything she might not want. It was a remnant of the early days of their marriage when he had had trouble distinguishing between his desire for her and his duties as a husband while not taking advantage of his wife.

She knew he would ask, he always did. When they were younger, she had thought this to be his guilt making a reappearance every time they shared the bed, which had annoyed her more than anything. But she had grown used to it and had come to find it very endearing, she had realised that this was just his true, gentle nature and it was another aspect of her husband that made her feel like falling in love with him all over again every single time.

Cora's back arched upwards, her chest pressed close to his, when he finally entered her. Her arms came up to keep him close as he filled her out, waiting for her to adjust to him again. It had been months since they last shared their marital bed in that way, but it felt so good and familiar, the both of them quickly finding their shared rhythm in bed again.

Their heavy breathing filled the room, joined by moans and whispers of endearment by either spurring each other on. Her hands continued to roam his upper body and ruffled his once-tidy hair, while he alternated between kissing her mouth hungrily and nibbling at that sensitive spot on her neck, which he knew to be one of her weakest spots. 

They moved together as one as he sped his rhythm up, knowing that both of them were close to their highest high. He softly kissed and nibbled at that sensitive spot just below her ear and heard her moan his name in response. When he felt her walls convulse around him, he couldn't help but get undone himself, kissing her fervently as his motions stilled.

He opened his eyes a few moments later, panting from their exertions, and looked down at his beautiful wife lying still beneath him. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as she tried to catch her breath herself. She looked so serene with her eyes closed, and her long wavy hair splayed out on the pillow beneath her. Robert would almost describe that view as angelic and it hit him yet again.

He had been so blind, Bricker had been right - it pained him to acknowledge that fact given the history, but it was true. Robert had all he could ever wish for and more, and he had taken her for granted, had passed her over and ignored her when she had started to get more involved with the things she truly liked to do, simply because he was afraid of what might or might not happen. And in all his caution of changing things too much, he had almost destroyed the very thing he cherished the most by not trusting her like she had always trusted him. He had been such a fool to ignore his wife, his darling Cora, and had almost lost her and her love in the process.

Cora opened her eyes as he let himself fall to her side. She watched him, her eyes still darkened by desire, as she turned on her side to face him.

“You know, I almost forgot what this feels like, to share a bed with you in this way. I almost forgot why I told the girls ahead of their weddings that things like these between two people who trust and love each other can be the most terrific fun, but tonight reminded me of that. Tonight reminded me of how much I love you and miss you, and that extends to before as well. The dancing reminded me of our little sneaky routine to get out of socialising at balls, it reminded me of easier times, when we navigated calmer seas, and I am sorry for ruining that for u-”

His hand came up to still her hand, which had been drawing small circles on his chest while she spoke softly into the quietness of the room.

“Cora, I told you before. There will never be a single thing you could ruin for me, never. I did not trust you when I should have. I know that I apologised before, but I will do it again and again and again until the end of my days if that is what it takes. I am truly sorry for the way I acted, for pushing you away and for saying those nasty things - I did not mean any of it. Tonight, I promised myself, was to be my last try to get the affections back I know I lost months ago. You accepted my apology and we got back into our daily routines, but I still felt that the fissure in our marriage had not magically disappeared after that simply because I uttered the words I'm sorry. I wanted tonight to make up for it all, I wanted to put this chapter in our lives behind us, once and for all. Maybe it was the wine or the food, maybe it was the dancing, or maybe it was just that sparkle in your eye that hinted that you still loved me, despite all my previous shortcomings. I do not know what it was, but it gave me the courage to be bolder than I probably should have been. Nevertheless, I am glad it led us here, back together, at last.”

Cora giggled, it was rare for her husband to talk this much about feelings and the reasonings behind the things he did or said. “Well, if this is anything to go by, then I would say that the wine played quite a big role. And I want to thank it from the bottom of my heart for giving me back what I cherish most in life - my darling husband.”

“I quite share that sentiment, my dear. But I think we will both be talking differently about our gratitude for the wine influencing our decisions tonight come morning. I suggest we both ask for some powder first thing, God knows we shall both need it.”

Cora nestled into his side, after which he pulled up the blankets to cover their bodies. They both started to feel the effects of everything that had contributed to their present situation: the late hour, the vast amounts of alcohol consumed that evening and the most terrific fun they had had - it all made them feel quite drowsy. 

Robert pressed another light kiss on top of her head, murmuring: “I love you, my dearest one.”

“I love you, Robert,” Cora replied, her voice starting to slur considerably more than before.

Just when she had finished that short sentence, she fell into a deep slumber. He could tell by her deep and even breaths, even in the darkness that had fallen over the room since the fire had died, that she was asleep in his arms.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Robert, too, fell asleep, knowing that they finally bridged the divide that had kept them apart for far too long. Things would finally all look better in the morning - if one was to ignore the imminent pounding headaches they would surely be experiencing.

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you, my love | fluff

Bleddyn & Nina's wedding day. setting: In a car as they leave Hammersmith + a hotel in Mayfair, both in London, 9th June 1986 characters involved: Bleddyn & Nina warnings: none that i can think of

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I think tumblr ate my ask so

The post about horror settings and you said you have a show for every one. Can you let us know which shows for which settings? Pretty please?

Desert: Welcome to Night Vale, Badlands Cola

Space: VAST Horizon, The Waystation, Dining in the Void, Black Box

Polar: The White Vault, Station Blue

HOUSE: In Another Room, Parkdale Haunt

Woods: Hello From The Hallowoods, Syntax, Duggan Hill, Believer

Open Water: The Pale, The Endless Ocean

Circus: ...The Magnus Archives...

Hotel: The Hotel

Suburbia: Ghosts in the 'Burbs (best fit, but I don't care for it), I think Mayfair Watcher's Society, Tell no Tales and The Night Post are in the suburbs enough to qualify, defining suburbia is difficult for me

Spelunking: DOWN (On technicality)

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♙      ⸻      ·   。…      [      alisha boe  +  twenty seven  +  cis female  +  she / her      ]      the  city  of  new  york  welcomes  cordelia whitmore  to  the  social  season  of  1887.  known  to  be  charming  and  resilient,  their  rumored  resentful  and  cynical  tendencies  might  prove  to  be  their  unmaking.  the  street  musicians  often  string  along  a  tune  that  sounds  like  marjorie  by  taylor swift  whenever  they  are  near,  hoping  for  a  coin  or  two  as  a  reward.  unbeknown  to  their  peers,  character  name  views  the  social  season  as  an escape from london  but  when  holding  a  secret  such  as  she caused the downfall of her ex fiancé’s new wife’s family business,  it  would  be  best  to  keep  their  opinions  to  themselves. 

basic   statistics   :

full   name   :  cordelia  whitemore

nicknames   or   aliases   :  delia  (  by  close  friends  &  family  )  ,  cordy  (  by  her  older  brother,  benedict.  she  hates  it  btw  )

age   :  twenty-seven

date   of   birth   :  august  19th

occupation   :  stay  at  home  daughter  socialite

parents   :  mister  whitmore ( deceased )  &  missus  whitmore

siblings   :  charles  whitmore  ,  miss  whitmore  ,  benedict  whitmore

marital   status   :  previously  engaged  single

sexuality   :  heterosexual  +  heteroromantic

the   secret   :

cordelia  was  set  to  be  married  the  previous  year  .  she  had  been  engaged  for  more  than  a  year  with  a  man  who  she  called  her  first  love  .  in  the  days  leading  up  to  their  wedding  ,  she  had  noticed  that  her  fiance  started  acting  weird  ,  missing  out  on  supplier  meetings  ,  always  disappearing  ,  or  if  he  was  around  he  seemed  distracted  .  this  ,  of  course  ,  bothered  cordelia  .  however  ,  she  attributed  this  behavior  to  the  fact  that  his  fiance  had  just  inherited  his  grandfather's  title  which  came  with  new  responsibilities  .  on  the  day  of  their  wedding  ,  he  never  showed  .  it  was  his  sister  who  delivered  the  devastating  news  that  he  was  not  coming  .  cordelia's  whole  world  shattered  ,  feeling  sorry  for  herself  and  left  utterly  embarrassed  .  her  fiance  had  gotten  another  woman  pregnant  and  the  woman's  family  demanded  that  he  marry  her  instead  .  after  hiring  a  private  investigator  and  through  her  family's  string  of  connections  ,  she  was  able  to  find  out  more  about  the  woman  and  her  family  .  she  was  surprised  to  discover  that  her  ex  and  the  woman  secretly  married  in  scotland  to  cover  up  the  pregnancy  which  sent  her  into  a  fury  .  she  was  told  that  the  woman's  family  had  just  moved  to  london  from  the  countryside  and  was  in  the  process  of  purchasing  a  hotel  in  mayfair  .   after  a  day  ,  they  were  turned  away  as  someone  had  already  put  in  "  a  bigger  offer  "  for  the  hotel  .  london's  circles  ran  quite  small  and  cordelia  happened  to  be  in  the  center  of  it  .  anyone  who  knows  the  whitmores  knows  not  to  transact  with  this  new  family  so  to  not  offend  them  .  she  was  told  that  her  ex  and  his  new  wife  moved  to  france  as  london's  high  society  was  not  exactly  welcoming  . 

thoughts   on   high   society   :

cordelia  sees  it  as  burden  however  she  acknowledges  that  it  was  her  life  .  she  was  lucky  to  be  born  into  opulence  however  there  are  certain  standards  that  one  must  attain  to  be  '  accepted  '  by  society  .  she  sees  new  york  as  her  '  escape  '  from  london  society  after  all  she  had  endured  post-wedding  cancellation  .  she  is  not  particularly  fond  of  change,  however  ,  this  is  a  fresh  start  for  her  ,  something  she  things  she  needed  . 

headcanons   :

though  the  whitmores  were  not  titled  ,  cordelia  still  enjoyed  the  perks  of  being  born  into  a  well-known  family  .  their  father  was  a  third  son  of  an  earl  and  was  member  of  parliament  .  and  so  he  may  not  have  inherited  any  title  ,  their  family  was  still  considered  to  be  of  the  same  caliber  as  those  who  were  .   this  privilege  allowed  him  to  do  things  on  his  own  ,  owning  businesses  and  focusing  on  investing  and  inventing  .  he  was  known  to  be  an  intelligent  man  and  cordelia  was  told  that  he  was  but  she  wished  she  had  gotten  to  know  him  .  he  was  always  busy  ,  always  away  .  she  knew  she  had  a  father  but  never  truly  felt  his  presence  .  her  mother  on  the  other  hand  was  the  only  person  she  considered   a  '  parent  '  . 

partly  why  she  did  not  know  her  father  very  well  was  that  for  most  of  her  childhood  ,  cordelia  in  switzerland  .  she  came  back  to  england  in  her  adolescence  where  she  took  up  private  lessons  . 

character  influences  :  blair  waldorf  ,  regina  george  ,  princess  margaret  ,  emily  gilmore  ,  cher  horowitz 

connections   :

new yorkers she kind of ' like ' to be around with / new friends . people who have the same attitude or tolerate her 

someone who heals her broken heart ? part as to why cordelia is snobby and snarky is that she is still quite bitter . give me someone who teaches her to soften up ! 

enemies ? frenemies ? 

flings  ,  flirtationship  ,  fwb 

lowkey  open  for  anything 

[wanderlandgracie]

LONDON

Hello friends! So beginning my trip to Europe, we landed in London at 12:30ish on May 23, 2023. After the unfathomably long plane ride, which I thankfully slept through, we were all exhausted, yet hopeful for the weeks ahead of us. The rest of that day was spent resting and mingling in the hotel.

The next day, we went to Hyde Park, a beautiful expanse of green space much like Central Park in New York City, although much older and history-rich. With its sprawling green and luscious plant life, the park was originally used as a hunting reserve by King Henry VIII, yes that one. Interestingly enough though, James I opened it to the public in the early 17th century, and since then it has been a sight of great popularity in London. One location of particular interest in the park is Speakers Corner, a set apart bit of the park specifically designated, by parliament, for free speech. Since its designation in 1872 due to a forceful takeover of the park by a men's suffrage group, the corner has been used by many free speakers in an attempt to rally change amongst the masses. In the early 1900's suffragettes used the corner as their place of protest. Since its designation many orators, such as Karl Marx, Vladimir Lenin, and George Orwell have used the corner to speak their thoughts. This sight has such specific value because it continues to hold captive peoples attention and birth reform where it is most needed. Also an interesting place to visit in the park is the Rose Garden, a beautiful, as the name would suggest, rose garden. The garden has a wide variety of flowers and plant life, and it is absolutely stunning to look at.

Westminster Abbey is another place I had the privilege to explore when in London. With its sprawling architecture and truly astounding number of graves, Westminster Abbey is set apart as one of the most beautiful and most disturbing buildings in London. Impressively, the Abbey is the final resting place to over 3000 native britons, but despite this, the Abbey has been the location of many coronations in the country's long history. "Since William the Conqueror in 1066, every British Sovereign has been crowned in the Abbey except for Edward V and Edward VIII, who were never crowned." (Britannica) For literally just under a millenium, british kings and queens have begun their official reign here. Also cool to note, royal weddings have been held in the abbey, the most recent of which was the marriage of William and Kate, the Prince and Princess of Wales in 2011. On an entirely different note, the Abbey is the final resting place of over 3,000 native britons, including William Shakespeare, C. S. Lewis, and Jane Austen. This fact seems super cool until you realise that the majority of the graves are part of the floor, requiring you to walk over them to get around the massive Abbey. Apart from the staggering number of graves in the Abbey, it is also home to beautiful stained-glass windows, most of which picture apostles, saints, or the Savior Himself. Westminster Abbey and its beautifully detailed architecture has been integral to the culture, society, and rulers of the United Kingdom for almost a thousand years, and it continues to have such significance in culture as well as religion. Christian worship has been held here for as long as the building has stood, and even today as people are touring the Abbey, occasionally a priest will come on the intercom and ask people to be still and silent while they pray. It is a holy place of solemn worship, even today.

The final culturally significant location I visited was Big Ben and the House of Parliament. Just from an outside look, which is all the looks we got to have, the gothic-style spires and towers of the House of Parliament are one of the more eye-catching buildings in London, as it has been since its construction in the 11th century for Edward the Confessor. It was then expanded by William the Conqueror shortly thereafter. The building had been previously used as a palace until a fire in 1834, after which the palace was rebuilt in its current gothic style. Inside, the House of Lords and the House of Commons meet and make decisions for the country, which is why when we visited these buildings, there were small yet loud groups of protestors standing outside of it. Accompanying the House of Parliament is the famous, iconic, beautiful, Elizabeth's tower. Now you might be thinking, "wait, isn't it called 'Big Ben?'" No, dear reader, you silly goose, you. Big Ben refers to the bell inside of the tower, which is well known for its accuracy and loud toll on the hour, as most bells are. Elizabeth's Tower, and subsequently Big Ben, have been iconic structures seen in British centric pop-culture for ages, such as Peter Pan, V for Vendetta, and Enola Holmes. Overall, these two iconic buildings have been amongst the most recognizable buildings in all of history, but not only that, they have been the center of political circuits for generations.

Overall, London was a beautiful whirlwind of history and awe, combined with the pure wonder of being able to walk or take public transit wherever you wanted to go. All these factors combined makes this city one of my top favorites of the trip.

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February 1936: The Town's Newest Combination

February 2, 1936: The Hostess Goes Home

(The Los Angeles Times)

Mystery still surrounds the early departure of Carole Lombard, official hostess of the evening, from the famous White Mayfair party. Did she leave on account of the “altercation” between Clark Gable and Lyle Talbot, which was reported to have occurred when she went out in the lobby of the Victor Hugo with Gable, or just because (the official reason) she was wearied by all the work connected with the ball?

Anyway, Carole declared it a day (or a night) at about 12:30, whereas some of the guests lingered on until even 4 o’clock. Possibly the absence of Robert Riskin was the real reason. He was ill. Cesar Romero squired the hostess, but only during the time she was at the party.

February 15, 1936 

Valentine’s Day in the movie colony brought out practically everything but Valentines. The few orthodox valentines, with lace-paper and the bleeding heart, came from Shirley Temple. She made them. Clark Gable’s souvenir – he found out later it was from Carole Lombard – reached him on the stroke of midnight after he had driven his automobile into a hotel garage. “Sorry, Mr. Gable, but your stall’s taken,” the attendant told him. 

Puzzled, the actor followed the man across the room and found the usual spot for his car already occupied by an aged machine. It was painted white with large, arrow-pierced hearts all over it.

Around the tonneau was a tremendous red ribbon tied in a large, flowering bow on the radiator cap. 

February 18, 1936 

Chatter in Hollywood: Carole Lombard’s divine sense of humor never deserts her. Reams were written that she had left the Mayfair party with Clark Gable before the dance had even started. So Carole thought she might as well make the story a good one. She bought an old dilapidated, fenderless automobile, had it painted white with huge hearts and monogrammed with Clark’s initials, and delivered to the fashionable hotel where he lives bright and early Valentine’s morning. Yes, and her card was on the steering wheel! 

February 19, 1936 

Carole Lombard and Clark Gable, the town’s newest combination…

February 21, 1936 

Speaking of Valentines, did you hear about the one Carole Lombard sent Clark Gable. She had an old Ford painted white and decorated with huge red hearts and ribbon, and had it delivered to Mr. Gable’s hotel with her compliments. All this because of the false reports that have been going around town regarding the fact that she was romantically interested in Clark. Carole says she thought she would give gossips something real to talk about for a change.

February 24, 1936 

CLARK GABLE, from the set of “San Francisco,” telephoned Carole Lombard on the set of “A Princess Comes Across” … 

February 25, 1936 

The boulevard is burning with the story of Clark Gable’s valentine. Returning from a party on the night of the 13th, the star sought to drive into his usual stall in the garage of a Beverly Hills hotel. “I’m afraid it is already occupied sir,” said the watchman.

Thereupon, Gable got out and, to his amazement, discovered an ancient and dilapidated Ford painted white with decorations of large red hearts. Around the body was tied a huge red ribbon. Gable grabbed the card. It read: “To My Valentine, from – Carole Lombard.”

February 25, 1936 – The San Francisco Examiner

After a week of unprecedented gaiety you might think the Schenck party would suffer, but with a good orchestra, grand food and conversation, most of the guests stayed on and on; Carole Lombard and Clark Gable left early because they are working and had to be on the set early.

February 26, 1936 – The Evening News

For days to come, Hollywood will be rehashing the “convalescent” party that Donald Ogden Stewart gave for his wife, Beatrice. He borrowed Jock Whitney’s house, summoned 150 of the movie elite to come at high noon, but dressed in full evening regalia – white ties and tails for the men, evening gowns of full court costumes for the women.

Mrs. Stewart, who has been getting home at 6 p.m. on account of doctor’s orders, thought it was to be a tennis party and arrived in slacks but later changed to evening clothes while riding around the yard in an ambulance with Hollywood’s famous ones doing a snake dance behind the vehicle.

But as Al Jolson would say, you haven’t heard nothing yet. Later on, when Jock Whitney and Gilbert Roland tried to have a serious game of tennis, Clark Gable (armed with a broom), Carole Lombard and a half dozen others batted balls at random at them and all over the court.

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