#jessie the irregulars

[murdermostace]

[hillerska-official]

I actually feel insane watching the irregulars because tell me why they so perfectly set up aro ace bea and leo/billy and then DIDN'T DO IT. Boy openly admits he sacrificed everything he wanted FOR BILLY? SPARE ME! The comphet on these 2 is astounding actually.

[theshoegirldiaries]

A Year Of Shoes

Day 75/366 @irregularchoiceshoes 'Rootinest Tootinest Cowgirl' from the 2018 Disney Toy Story collection.

A seriously underrated style imo, so much detail, so true to the character and not a cheap slapped-on print in sight! I love the rope detailing around the top of the shoe, the very on-theme buckle (non-fiddly, yay), the metal spurs and fringing down the back, the clashing prints and colours, the fact Jessie is an embroidered applique not a print, the sheriff badge...they're just superb (Jessie figure not part of the shoe)!

[allmyoldhaunts]

oh what if i made a post comparing george from lockwood & co and jessie from the irregulars. then what.

[scorbleeo]

TV Show Review: The Irregulars

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A crew of misfits investigates a series of supernatural crimes in Victorian London for Dr. Watson and his shadowy associate, Sherlock Holmes.

Source: Netflix (2021)

Cool Concept but Poor Execution

Before getting into The Irregulars, I really did not know it was a supernatural twist to the classic Sherlock Holmes. So, imagine my surprise when I watched episode 1 and suddenly the screen focused on the door labelled '221B Baker Street'. Of course, then I expected a very Sherlock Holmes-y TV show but nope, that expectation was far from it.

Yes, we still get Sherlock Holmes but due to certain events in his past, he has succumbed to the opium addiction. Which personally, I liked seeing because one, it showed a "kind of accurate" depiction of history during that time. And two, it showed a side of Sherlock we rarely see, one whose judgment is more wrong than right and not nearly as perfect as media likes to portray him. We also obviously got John Watson and I am a bit conflicted with his character in The Irregulars. I love John Watson no matter which adaptation I am watching but there was a time in The Irregulars where I felt so bored by him. I thought the writing for this show's John needed to be better, there was no John Watson essence in this version at all. Moreover, the plot twist(s) in his character arc was so predictable, nobody can convince no one saw what was coming.

Of course, because this is a retelling of Sherlock Holmes (older and with a supernatural twist), there are a lot of crime investigation by a group of children who finds themselves linked to Sherlock and John in some ways. I will be critically honest here, if there was no supernatural twist at all, I would have hated The Irregulars – the children investigating the cases were not fun to watch at all. Bea despite being the oldest is perhaps one of the most flawed person in the group, other than her age what or who made her the leader? Without Jessie, the group is pretty much useless in solving all their cases and worst of all, we barely got anything about her powers. Billy, though a hothead, is probably more clear minded and fitted to lead the group more than Bea. Maybe Billy is more brawn than brains but I still think he can lead the group; he can be objective when he needs to be. As for Leo, after Jessie, he's definitely the second most useful member of the group yet the amount of bullshit he goes through with his family and this group of children? What does he see in his friends? Last but not least, my favourite, Spike was done so dirty by making him so unimportant. There was a scene where the group fell apart and eventually came back together just because Spike worked the hardest for that to happen. He called himself the skeleton of the group but I feel that, he's the glue that keeps them together and without him, the group will cease to exist.

Moving on, can you believe that I enjoyed the filler cases over the main issue driving this show? The filler cases had more action and way more crime-solving bits. The main issue was a huge disappointment just like the big bad villain. I mean, who did not see the villain's twist, it was so bloody obvious since the first appearance. On the brighter side though, I am very glad the production team did not go down the route where they made Alice a villain. That episode was underwhelming but at least Alice did not hit all my predictions.

Considering there is no season 2 to this TV show, there is no point in me furthering this review. However, I know I would have enjoyed the children working together with John as a team with a friendlier relationship.

Rating: ★★★☆☆ (3.5/5)

P.S.: Help, why was The Irregulars so dark? Even my brightest setting was not enough.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

oh baby, oh

pairing: jake sully x human!reader

WC: 1.1K

warnings: talks of abortion, cursing. should be it.

summary: you got knocked up, but do you want to keep it?

A/N: a anon sent a request and something just came out of me cause i wrote this in one day. i have a pregnancy fic with jake and na’vi!reader in my drafts. i wanted to do one where they decided now isnt the right time for kids cause, its not always the right time. abortion is completely fine.

masterlist

“what the hell are you saying, max?”

“…you’re pregnant?” he said it as more of a question than the statement he made just a minute ago.

your hands gripped, besides your thighs, the bench you were sitting on. your body hunched and head hung. you let your knees bounce up and down in quick segments before stopping and then starting again.

a sigh came from your nose and you looked back to max, “are you one hundred percent sure? have you done a second check? is- is the- the equipment perfect?” your throat felt strained.

max eyed his dated pad, nodded his head, and even showed you the information. your eyes darted over all the charts and words, everything was correct.

“god damn it,” you mumbled as you closed your eyes and looked to the ceiling. you could feel the tears bubbling to the surface.

“why don’t you take some time to think about this and then-“ “is abortion an option?” you cut max off. his mouth opened and closed. “max, is abortion an option?” you double down on other options than just going through with the pregnancy.

“i- i believe with- with our equipment… it might be an option. but i’m not sure. why don’t you talk with jake-“

“jake doesn’t get a say in the matter, it’s my body.” your anger was getting the best of you.

max held his hands out like you were a scared ikran, “i know. it’s ultimately your choice… but jake is the father. do you mind if i ask? when was your last period?”

you groaned, “max, i can’t keep track. it’s irregular. sometimes i get it for a few days or sometimes it lasts a month. when i didn't get it, i didn’t think anything of it until i got extremely lightheaded and wanted to throw up at the smell of jessie’s cologne.”

he hummed. and you sighed.

“max… i’m not ready to be a mom, i’m only twenty-two.” “well because of cryogenics, technically you would be twenty-eight.” max, always the scientist.

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “doesn’t make it better. i- i don’t even know if i want to be a mom.” the first tear fell, followed by more.

you felt max pull you into a hug and you instantly reciprocated with a tight hold. he rubbed soothing circles along your spine and kept telling you everything was going to be alright.

there was a knocking at the door that stole both of your attention and pulled away from each other. you turned and your heart instantly started to beat quickly. jake waited by the entrance for a second before rolling further into the sterile room. his eyes looked between max, who smiled at jake, and then to you as you wiped the moisture from your face.

he rolled his chair to your legs and set a hand on your knee, “hey, hey. what’s wrong?” you didn’t answer right away so he looked to max for anything.

“i’ll leave the two of you for some privacy.” he walked out of the room, the door closing behind him.

you toyed with your hands and bit your bottom lip. the feeling of jake’s hand was the only thing to keep you grounded right now.

“hey,” his deep voice bounced off the walls, “are you okay? what’s wrong, baby?” his thumb ran back and forth over the material of your pants. the pet name cracks your heart.

a shuddering intake of air before you let your eyes travel to meet jake. his brows were furrowed with worry and his eyes looked scared to hear the answer. his grown-out hair spiked in different directions and it made you tick a smile as you ran a hand through the brown locks.

“baby…” he took your free hand and placed a wet kiss on your knuckles. “please, please. let me know what is wrong and if i can fix it?” you decided to go the humorous and quick route to break the news.

“well, for one, you fucked up. and two… i’m pregnant.” you just bit the bullet and got the words off your chest.

the look on jake’s face was the embodiment of glass shattering. and now with your mind in shambles, you weren’t able to see the shift in jake’s eyes. how they were a deer in the headlights and then slowly soften and shined like stars in the night sky.

“fuck, jake. we haven’t even talked about kids in the future. and i’m still not sure if i would want any. i’m not good with children. i have a short temper and i like to be alone. plus i would need therapy so i wouldn’t cause generational trauma-“ “hey.”

jake gave a slight tug to your hands and dipped his head so his eyes would line with yours. you sniffled and pouted as you stared at your boyfriend. he flashed his ever-charming smile and it made your heart feel lighter already.

“for one, i’m sorry i got you pregnant. not my intention when we have sex,” a wet chuckle, “and two… whatever decision you make, i’ll be there for you.” he touched a hand to your cheek and thumbed away the salty tears.

“what- what do you think… do- do you want kids?” fingers clasped his wrist.

“i think,” he kissed your right hand, “that right now we are both a couple of idiots, who are just enjoying their time away from earth.” he grinned at you, “and kids? yeah… i would like to have a family with you one day, but i think we could have better timing. maybe… if we were able to get conscious transfers-“

“ah! i don’t believe that’s an option for us, only eywa can decide who is worthy.” you let your thoughts run with jake’s words, “but… you are fine? with waiting… if i want kids in the future? i mean, i could still not want kids years from now.”

“and that is okay. as long as i have you, that’s all that matters.”

you started getting teary, once again, but you welcomed the droplets. they were formed out of the love and happiness you had for and with jake. how he understood that this was a thing the both of you needed to talk about, but was still your choice in the end.

“i love you, you know that?” “i do, but it wouldn't hurt to hear it more often.”

you rolled your eyes at his playfulness and leaned your head toward jake. both hands holding his face and you let yourself get swept away by the intoxicating taste and feel. how his stubble scratched against your nails and the way his fingers made your skin burn hit with every touch.

jake pulled away and it caused you to whine a little as you chased his lips. his laugh made you lightheaded.

“needy, are we?” “hormones.”

and you pulled him back. and jake didn’t complain or pull away.

...

[dedalvs]

This is Cinder's name. It involves some irregular leveling that neither Jessie nor I remember doing, but it's how it is now! Or as you'd say in Ts'íts'àsh: E...shútsh.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Our Little Secret

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Lisa Marie Presley, Jess Goodwin-Presley, Jerry Schilling, Marci Cunningham, Charlie Hodge, Red West

Rating: Teen

Word Count:  5012

Summary: Some things are to be kept between man and wife.

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Mother Daughter Arguing, Tension, Stress, Mentions of the Colonel, Weddings, Secret Weddings, Las Vegas, In my mind they become a proper lil family unit and lisa moves back to Memphis.

Notes: Since most of our Elvis and Addie fics are heart wrenching here’s some good old fluff.

ELVIS MASTERLIST //  ELVIS & ADDISON MASTERPOST

‘Okay, so no flowers,’ Addison sighed hoping that this decree would be enough to end their argument as she finally reached the end of her tether.

‘You can’t get married without flowers!’ Marci protested, her eyes wide at the mere suggestion of such a thing. Addison sighed trying to push the irritation her friend's aghast expression caused from her body. She didn't mean to be annoyed at her, it wasn't her fault that her florist had cancelled less than a week away from the big day offering no more than an excuse about a supply issue and the numbers to some other vendors in Memphis who might be able to help, and yet she couldn't help but feel annoyed because even though it was disappointing for her it didn't matter. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to marry Elvis, they’d been engaged since the minute they’d gotten back together nearly a year ago, it was that she just didn’t see the need for all the fuss. Like with everything he wanted to go all out and show them off to the world and whilst she understood his reasons it hadn’t been easy. Since leaving the Colonel he’d been busy and though that wasn't irregular for him this time it was different because he was actually enjoying it for once. He loved the work he was doing now and the opportunities not being tied to the old toad came with which is why she'd encouraged him to do whatever he wanted but that had meant the wedding planning had fallen in her lap, well, hers and Marci’s hence why the no flowers debacle had turned into a half-hour debate as they’d waited around to go down to the show.

‘She’s right Mom,’ Jess concurred making her mother's glare fall on her as though she was being betrayed. She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised considering Jess had become quite the little advocate for this wedding whenever Elvis wasn’t around. She knew it was because it meant so much to him but still, if she had to listen to one more conversation about flowers or dresses or cakes she felt as though she may scream.

‘Well, what am I supposed to do? They can’t magic a crop of flowers where there are none,’ Addison said.

‘Well maybe we just pick something else? Could they do that?’ Jess reasoned.

‘It took Mar two weeks to pick them out for me,’ Addison reasoned.

‘No, no, Jessie’s right!’ Marci agreed, ‘have they got others?’

‘I assume so what with it being a florist and all,’ Addison said sarcastically though neither of them seemed to be paying attention as they conjured up a solution.

‘How about chrysanthemums?’ Jess asked watching her aunt who frowned.

‘No they won’t match,’ Marci said.

‘Yeah you’re right I forgot the dresses are purple,’ Jess agreed.

‘How do you even know what a chrysanthemum is?’ Addison asked.

‘We learned about them in school,’ Jess shrugged, ‘what about lilies?’

‘They’ll stain,’ Marci said, ‘what about those white roses we said originally?’

‘Maybe some freesias?’ Jess added.

‘Ooh yeah, that’s pretty!’ Marci said as the pair of them looked towards the bride, Addison shrugged, ‘if you can sort it be my guest.’

‘I’ll do it right now,’ Marci said with a self-satisfied smirk before she headed to the phone.

As she disappeared into the other room a glare that resembled Addison’s fell across Jess's pretty face making her mother frown as she said, ‘what?’

‘You could act more appreciative y’know,’ Jess said.

‘Mar knows I appreciate her,’ Addison replied, Jess sighed.

‘I’m just saying it’s like you don’t even wanna get married sometimes,’ Jess replied as she dropped her gaze to her lap twirling a piece of fringe from her shirt around her finger. Addison frowned, wondering to herself if that was really how she sounded.

‘Jess,’ Addison sighed but before she could protest and inform her daughter that weddings and marriages didn’t conflate she heard her name yelled across the suite.

As she stood up Jess sighed and rose too heading to where her aunt was still on the phone. Addison watched her go with a heavy heart before she headed to where her name was called again. When she got there she found Lisa standing by the door of her room partially dressed for the night.

‘What’s the matter, sweetie?’ Addison asked as a pout fell on the blonde’s face.

‘I can’t find my shoe,’ she said offering up the other one as some sort of proof its twin was in fact missing.

‘Well it’s gotta be somewhere,’ Addison said though they’d spent a lot of this year living out of suitcases Addison wasn’t surprised something was missing. After a quick sweep of the room she found it and though she knew she probably shouldn’t she didn’t protest when Lisa offered her father’s puppy dog eyes and asked her to help her put them on.

When they re-emerged the suite was full, evidently the meeting Elvis had been in was now over given that most of the boys were in the suite their wives in tow. Not that it mattered because as Addison appeared into the entryway, Lisa’s little hand clasped in hers, whatever attention Elvis had been paying to his friends was gone.

‘Hey,’ he said, a beaming smile on his face as he approached his girls. Addison returned it, whatever upset she’d been feeling at Jess’ guilt-tripping ebbing away at his twinkling smile.

‘Hi,’ she replied as he pulled her close pressing a quick kiss on her lips which made her smile widen.

‘You look stunning,’ Elvis murmured.

‘You don’t look so bad yourself,’ Addison giggled, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. He was dressed for the show, swathed in a white jumpsuit that made his eyes sparkle and his summer tan look richer.

‘Yeah well-‘ Elvis started though before he could continue he felt a small hand push on his thigh forcing them to part and when he looked down he found his daughter watching them with a pout as she said, ‘what about me?’

‘Well you always look pretty buttonhead,’ he said moving to hoist her up onto his hip, forgetting as he always did she was getting a tad too old for it though it was brought to his and Addison’s attention as an uncomfortable grunt escaped his lips.

‘Jessie helped me pick out my dress,’ she said showing him the red summer sun dress she was sporting. 

‘Well it’s very nice,’ Elvis said, kissing her cheek before he said, ‘speaking of where is Jess?’

‘She’s with Mar,’ Addison said a hint of a sigh in her voice her soon-to-be husband didn’t fail to miss. And as he watched her quickly divert off the topic hoisting Lisa down onto the ground so they could get ready to head downstairs he felt the idea something was amiss cement inside him.

He let her pull away from him, pretending he wasn’t watching her as she plastered a smile on her face as she greeted their friends, but when they were called to head downstairs he lingered by the door, catching her by the arm as she walked past him pulling her from the flow of the crowd.

‘Uh, boss?’ Charlie said as the dregs of people made their way out of the suite leaving just Elvis and Addison behind, a confused look on her face as Elvis replied, ‘just give us a minute.’

‘Sure,’ Charlie said eying them for a second before he obediently closed the door leaving them in the empty suite.

‘Everything okay?’ Addison asked with a frown as watched her waiting for her to lay on him whatever it was that was bugging her.

‘I was just gonna ask the same thing,’ Elvis said making her sigh, ‘you okay?’

‘Fine,’ she lied.

‘But?’ he said reaching out to wrap his arms around her so that she was engulfed in him, her only option to peer up into those adoring blue eyes. She paused, her fingers intent on playing with the blue threading on the peacock jumpsuit he was sporting until finally, she muttered, ‘remind me why you want a big wedding again?’

‘Ah,’ Elvis frowned, ‘more problems?’

‘The florist cancelled. I tried fixing it but it’s just a bit chaotic. I mean it’s a week away and I’m trying to arrange things when we’re thousands of miles away y’know?’ she said, her words causing nerves to flutter through him.

‘You’re having second thoughts?’ Elvis asked with a frown.

‘No! Of course not, not at all!’ she sighed as her arms slid up to wrap around his neck, ‘it’s just all of this stuff I don’t care about…the flowers and cakes and everything. I know you probably feel like I don’t wanna.’

‘I don’t think that,’ Elvis said earnestly. Honestly considering she’d been anti-fuss since he’d known her he hadn’t expected any different, he’d just been happy she’d been willing to put up with his longing to have a big wedding.

He knew it was silly. His last wedding had been a big one and yet they’d had no control over any of it, opting to have their own ceremony at the house just a few weeks later but this time he wanted big. He wanted everything to be what they wanted, not what the colonel had arranged. He wanted to show her off to the world, to prove that after all that heartache and pain he’d finally got his girl. He’d finally got to put that ring on her hand in front of his friends and family the way he’d intended it to be when they were just kids. And fortunately, she’d been happy to let him. And though they weren’t yet married he knew her better than anyone. He knew that if something had gone wrong she would’ve fixed it or let it go so whatever had got her in a funk must’ve run deeper, a notion that was confirmed as she murmured, ‘your daughter does.’

‘Ah,’ he murmured, running a hand down her cheek, ‘you guys are fighting.’

‘Not fighting it’s just that she thinks me not wanting a big wedding means that I don’t love you which isn’t true.’

‘Baby I know that,’ Elvis chuckled seeing the worry in her eyes dim at his laughter, ‘Jess knows that too she’s just looking out for us that’s all. I mean us getting married probably means as much to her as it does to us.’

‘I know,’ Addison agreed, ‘and I’m sorry, I know you’re too busy for all this.’

‘I’m not too busy,’ Elvis corrected as his thumb caressed her cheek.

‘El this is your busiest year yet what with the Colonel and everything,’ she argued.

‘Ads I’m not too busy for us,’ Elvis reiterated, ‘if you need help I can help. Just tell me what needs doing and I’ll get it done okay? Heck if you want to pick a florist here in Vegas I’ll have someone drive the damn flowers home.’

‘You’re sweet you know that,’ she giggled.

‘That’s me, sweet as pie,’ he smiled unable to stop himself now that he could see she’d relaxed. She smiled back at him before pulling away evidently realising that time was ticking on and that he was due to be on stage any minute. He grumbled as she walked away, allowing him to pull her by the hand through the door though as they headed towards the elevator.

Red was the only one in the hallway, most of the party having already headed to respective destinations, but even so Elvis slowed, not quite ready to leave her side just yet. She glanced at him curiously but said nothing allowing him to follow her onto the elevator wordlessly and they rode in silence down to the main floor which was only broken as Jerry appeared, ready and waiting to escort Addison to the showroom floor where Marci and his daughters would be waiting for her. Yet as she went to leave the elevator he stopped her, pulling her into him as he said, ‘what no good luck kiss?’

‘You don’t need luck,’ she said rolling her eyes but leaning up to kiss him all the same as his arms wrapped around her. Even though he loved having her in the crowd watching at that moment he didn’t want to let her go. She noticed his apprehension, her brows knitting together as she asked, ‘what?’

‘Thank you,’ he said simply.

‘What for?’ she asked confused.

‘Everything, because been though I know this isn’t your ‘thing’,’ he said smirking as she rolled her eyes, ‘you’ve been amazing.’

‘Well thank you,’ she smiled though her face became curious as she fiddled with his collar and asked, ‘remind me why it’s your thing again?’

‘Addie I planned to marry you two weeks after we got together. I guess we’ve waited so long when I finally do get you down that aisle I want it to be special. I wanna show you, us, off,’ he said honestly.

‘You big softy! Though you’re sure I can’t tempt you into a registry office? I mean we are in Vegas,’ she said quirking her eyebrow suggestively.

‘Nice try,’ he chuckled.

‘Uh boss?’ Red said, grabbing his attention. Elvis glanced back noting the serious look on his friend's face that suggested he didn’t have time to be dawdling. Addison seemed to notice it too and leaned up to kiss him quickly, muttering, ‘have a good show. I’ll see you when you get off stage?’

‘See you later honey,’ he said, allowing her to leave his arms and head towards where Jerry was waiting for her. Though as they disappeared out of the heavy metal doors leading to the foyer of the hotel Elvis paused.

‘Everything okay man?’ Red asked noting how his friend hadn’t yet moved to head to the stage.

‘Yeah,’ Elvis said before he added, ‘actually can you help me?’

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Mid-show Red had informed Addison that Elvis had been called away to socialise with a friend of the owner and instead of having Lisa fight to stay awake backstage she’d decided she may as well take the girls upstairs. Whilst Jess disappeared to her room, evidently still in a rut with her mother over their crossed word, Lisa ran to the couch, not content with going to bed without at least saying goodnight to her daddy. Though unfortunately for Elvis any fight his littlest had seemed to ebb the moment they got situated on the couch ready to watch some TV and after half an hour Addison found Lisa cuddled up into her side, flat out. Addison sighed, knowing that tomorrow morning she’d no doubt get an earful off of the six-year-old about putting her to bed before she was ready but nevertheless, she scooped her up and headed down the hall with her in her arms so she could put her to bed. It didn’t take long to get her tucked up in bed, her sleepy eyes opening just a little as she was jostled into a pair of pyjamas, and before long Addison was creeping out of the girl’s room, shutting the door as quietly as she could as to not disturb her. Though as she turned around any chance at being quiet disappeared as she let out a gasp when she found Jess standing behind her.

‘Jesus,’ Addison chuckled quietly, ‘you scared the crap outta me.’

‘Sorry just using the bathroom,’ Jess mumbled before she padded across the hall to her room. Addison sighed and though it seemed whatever spat they were having wasn’t going to be dealt with tonight she decided to at least show her daughter she was ready for a ceasefire whenever that may come about as she said, ‘Goodnight Jessie.’

‘Night mom,’ Jess said pausing in her doorway as her mother watched her. Finally, she looked at her and said, ‘tell dad I said goodnight?’

‘Of course,’ Addison said feeling that this was her daughter dipping her toe in the water something that was proved true as she didn’t head inside and stayed half in the doorway before turning back and saying, ‘Mom?’

‘Yeah, sweetheart?’ Addison said turning to look at her daughter since she had made it look as though she had been heading to leave, allowing Jess not to feel pressured into whatever she wanted to say next.

‘I’m sorry about before,’ Jess said, ‘what I said about the wedding I know you want to marry him.’

‘More than anything,’ Addison said, closing the distance and hugging her daughter before pulling back and placing her hands on the sides of her face. She was the same height as her now, almost a woman, and yet to Addison she still felt like that baby girl she’d held in her arms.

‘I didn’t mean to be rude,’ Jess said guiltily.

‘You weren’t and I know how I must seem like I don’t care about it but you that’s not true. I wanna get married, I’d have married him the day he asked, and if uprooting our entire lives didn’t prove that I don’t know what will,’ Addison smiled, gliding her thumb across her daughter’s cheek, ‘it's just busy that’s all. Your dad’s working harder than ever, we’ve got to arrange a world tour, your school, seeing Lisa the last thing I care about is what colour flowers we have on our wedding day.’

‘So why don’t me and Mar worry about it?’ Jess asked.

‘Jessie,’ Addison giggled, pulling back from her just a touch.

‘Seriously I mean it. Why don’t me and Mar head home for the week? We can arrange everything and all you’ll have to do is show up,’ Jess said excitedly. Addison couldn’t help but smile as her husband-to-be’s words echoed in her head. He was right, this wedding probably meant more to her than anyone.

‘How about we talk about it tomorrow?’ Addison chuckled.

‘Okay,’ Jess said, her sour mood evidently having evaporated with the prospect of wedding planning, ‘night mom.’

‘Night honey,’ she said allowing her to leave her grasp and head into her hotel room.

After that Addison decided to head back to her own room with the idea of getting into bed ready for when Elvis was relinquished from schmoozing whoever it was he’d been obligated to stay downstairs for though she was no sooner over the threshold of their room before she felt a pair of hands nip at her waist startling her for a second time. When she turned around he was watching her with joy and though he allowed her to swat his chest he didn’t wait long before he pulled her to him leaning down to give her a kiss.

‘Hi,’ he said as they broke apart, noting that his teasing was long forgotten given the smile on her face.

‘Hi,’ she said moving back so she could look at him. He’d changed into his ‘normal’ clothes though normal for him still meant a rich blue suit and shirt buttoned so low it made Addison’s mouth go dry. Not that she let it deter her for long as she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, ‘so, good show?’

‘Always a good show with you guys watchin’,’ Elvis said with a smile, ‘did you like it?’

‘Always do,’ she mused.

‘And here I thought Jer was bein’ stingy with compliments when he said it was ‘great,’ Elvis chuckled.

‘Well how about I give you a proper review,’ she said, trailing her fingers up the bare skin on his chest though she was stopped as he grabbed her by the wrist and replied, ‘maybe later.’

‘Oh,’ she said though before she could question his reluctance he announced, ‘I wanna go out.’

‘What?’ she asked.

‘What do you say? I mean the nights still young, the girls are asleep, why not?’ Elvis said.

‘I don’t really feel like going to a casino or anything,’ Addison said. In fact she didn’t want to do anything besides what she’d just suggested, their ludicrously large bed mere feet away beckoning them to it.

‘I don’t mean a casino,’ Elvis said rolling his eyes, ‘I mean just us. Like the old days.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Addison asked even more confused with his explanation.

‘Us two. Ridin’ around Memphis in my car,’ he said simply.

‘Really?’ she asked.

‘You wanna go? Could be a nice lil stress reliever,’ he said, letting her go but not enough that he couldn’t hold her by the hand pulling her down towards the elevator.

‘It thought we had a stress reliever,’ Addison quipped.

‘Ads,’ he said with enough seriousness in his tone Addison could see that this wasn’t some off-the-cuff idea.

‘Okay,’ she said, ‘but you’re driving.’

‘Deal.’

Though she had been sceptical at first their little trip out around the city didn’t turn out to be all that bad. Of course she couldn’t say whether spending the night not leaving their bed would’ve been better but this was nice all the same. Given that Elvis had arranged for them to have a car that wasn’t one of theirs waiting they were virtually nameless as they tore out onto the streets of Las Vegas something Addison found wasn’t all that bad. She had loved this last year with him but like with the wedding it wasn’t always easy. She couldn’t just go to the store anymore. She couldn’t walk across the street without being looked at or sometimes approached. She barely got a minute alone without someone needing him for something. And though she understood she couldn’t help but savour those moments when it was just the two of them. Like those early days when he was stepping into her world rather than her stepping into his.

And yet it didn’t feel as though they were in anyone's world anymore, it felt more as though they were in the past, riding around Memphis alone like they used to do when they were desperate to get away from everyone but each other. She was sitting beside him, her head on his shoulder as he drove around town, the only noise the murmur of the radio and their steady breathing given that the pair of them seemed to feel the same urge to forgo conversation and just be. Yet she felt him glance down at her, his hand moving to her cotton-covered thigh as he murmured, ‘wanna go for burgers or something?’

‘Sure,’ she said placing her hand on his as she closed her eyes, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. She kept them closed as he drove, only opening them as she felt him turn his indicator on and the distinct thud of the car passing from the road into a parking lot.

It was dark now and though they were in the parking lot of somewhere she was sure it wasn’t a burger joint and so she said, ‘Elvis?'

Though she uttered no more than his name her questions were obvious and yet he didn’t answer her, instead he carried on heading into a parking space as she craned her neck so she could see the establishment they were at which she was right wasn’t a diner but a chapel.

‘Elvis this isn’t a diner,’ she said confused as to why he wasn't replying at the simple error though her thoughts became less jumbled as he put the car in park and turned towards her watching her with a cocky grin on his face.

‘What are you doing?’ was all she could ask.

‘Giving you what you want,’ Elvis shrugged as though it was obvious.

‘Elvis I don’t understand,’ she said, trying to ignore the thudding in her heart as he watched her.

‘You wanted simple and well this is as simple as you can get,’ he said watching as she tried to process everything.

‘But the wedding I mean you wanted the big wedding and we've been planning-‘

‘I know I know,’ he chuckled, ‘and believe me, I intend to do that weddin’ too but I figured you’ve spent near on a year humouring me and my ideas I figured why not do the same for you.’

‘Elvis,’ she said trying to ignore the lump in her throat as happy tears threatened to spill over.

‘Hell woman you ain’t gon’ cry on me are ya? I thought this is what you’d want,’ Elvis said as worry crept in. When she’d suggested it early that night he hadn’t expected such a tiny seed to take root inside his brain but by the time he’d gotten to the stage it was all he could think about. He still wanted his big wedding – the one to show her off to the world but he could give her what she wanted too. Something small something intimate, something just for them. Addison shook her head, ‘it is! I just can’t believe you’d do this for me.’

‘I’d do anything for you,’ Elvis said firmly, ‘Addie over the last year you’ve uprooted your entire life. You’ve planned a wedding, looked after our daughters while I worked and made sure that work didn’t kill me in the process. If I can give you a simple wedding that’s what I’m gonna do.’

‘Thank you,’ she said, ‘not just for this but this past year too. I know it took us a while but I’m glad we waited for everything that we have now.’

‘Me too,’ Elvis said with a smile.

‘I love you,’ Addison said.

‘I love you baby. Now c’mon,’ he said opening the door and holding out his hand for her to take, ‘let’s get us married.’

 ✵✵✵

‘I’m hungry,’ Addison said as she felt her stomach gurgle, trying to recall the last thing she’d eaten. It must’ve been at least five hours ago if not more but even so her body's call for nourishment was struggling to override her longing not to move from where she was nestled beside her new husband.

‘Wore ya out huh?’ Elvis said, his nimble fingers tickling along her side as she rolled onto her front so that she could see him.

‘Funny,’ she said rolling her eyes.

‘Room service?’ he suggested, enjoying the way his heart fluttered when she smiled at him.

‘Sounds good,’ she said though she sighed when he made no effort to move from the bed, ‘and here I was thinkin’ that you’d be a good husband once we were married.’

‘I just wanted to enjoy the view,’ Elvis smirked as she climbed out of bed in search of a menu, ‘oh and get the champagne!’

As she disappeared into the living room, he flopped back, running his fingers through his hair as he lay there.

Married. Elvis Presley was married, again. And not a soul knew. Well besides him, his wife and the sworn-to secrecy chapel staff but who was counting? He couldn’t believe that after sixteen years of waiting he’d married the love of his life, she was his. After all the torment and heartbreak they were together for what he was determined to be forever because there were no doubts here. There was no fretting or worrying about what lay ahead because with her it felt right, like it always had. That had been the main reason he’d wanted a big wedding in the first place, to finally show everyone that whatever had happened in the past didn’t mean anything because they had their future.

A future he couldn’t wait to begin no more so than when she reappeared, now clad in a nightdress much to his disappointment, clambering onto the bed, champagne bottle and room service menu in hand, as she sat beside him. Though he already knew what he wanted from room service he pretended to peruse the menu she handed him though only for a minute as his attention was diverted to her as she glugged down a mouthful of champagne offering him the bottle a moment later.

He pushed himself to sit up, taking a swig before handing the bottle back to her, watching her closely.

‘What?’ she asked feeling his eyes on her face.

‘Nuthin’,’ he smiled, ‘I’m so glad we did this.’

‘Me too,’ she smiled though it dimmed as she added, ‘though Jess is going to be furious. Mar too.’

‘Maybe we don’t tell them just yet?’ Elvis suggested and though it didn’t seem all that fair it was probably the best option given how upset he knew both the girls would be let alone Marci. Addison pondered that for a moment, gnawing on her lip nervously before she said, ‘maybe we don’t tell anyone.’

‘Huh?’ Elvis replied.

‘I mean maybe this wedding can just be for us? Our little secret,’ she suggested. She knew it was silly to ask for more after all he’d already given her today and yet she couldn’t help but want it. To have something that was just theirs. So that in years to come when people talked about the Presley wedding; about the food, or the venue or the god-forsaken flowers they’d be talking about something else entirely and they'd never know. They’d never know that when they spoke of the luxurious designer wedding dress she wore Addison was thinking about an old summer dress she’d bought many moons ago when she, Jess and Marci had taken a vacation to the beach. They’d never know that when they raved about how good the sit down dinner they’d had was Addison would agree recalling a midnight snack of burgers and pancakes picked off a room service menu and washed down with champagne. They’d never know that the first dance they gushed about, the pair of them dancing elegantly across the back lawn, wasn’t the first dance Addison recalled instead thinking of the pair of them laughing and giggling in an uncoordinated tangle above the city of Las Vegas. No, all those things would just be for them and fortunately, Elvis seemed to be on the same wavelength as he said, ‘yeah, maybe you’re right.’

‘Our little secret,’ she said.

‘Our little secret,’ he nodded leaning in so that he was barely an inch from her face, his thumb and forefinger pinching her chin to keep her in place as he said, ‘are you happy Mrs Presley?’

‘Happier than ever.’

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A/N: Hello fellow readers. I apologize for not posting often. It’s been a bit hectic due to the holidays and also me having writers block. I hope you enjoy this post, it could’ve been better but I have to work with what I’ve got, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

You sit in your bed alone, thinking about your times together, the memories that you had created together. The apartment felt empty without his presence here. His laughter always filled this place with so much joy. You remember the many times you would cook dinner together, sit by the couch and drink a bottle of wine together. The way he would make you laugh with his corny jokes that had no business in being funny at all. The many times you made love with one another. Now it's all gone, only the memories are left. It's been a couple of months since you've parted ways with Harry. You haven't heard from him since you both decided to call it quits on your relationship. Luckily, the breakup wasn't due to infidelity but more because of his hectic work schedule and how you barely got to spend time with one another. The days you did spend time together you both created beautiful memories.

The negative aftermath of the relationship was that you both shared the same circle of friends, hence that's how you two met in the first place. You haven't hung out with them due to fear of running into him. Unfortunately for you, you had to attend the annual Christmas party that one of your mutual friends, Johnny, had every year. You had promised him that you would attend and put your feelings aside for one night. The party is to be held tomorrow at his home. Luckily you had gone out shopping for a dress you would wear. Since it was Christmas, you had decided on purchasing a red dress. You had fallen in love with it as soon as you tried it on. The dress was a deep red velvet dress. It was short and fitting and it had an irregular fur collar that was removable and could adjust to your liking. The dress was simple having only two silver buckles in the front. It also came with a matching pair of gloves. For the look, you would curl your hair and adorn it with a how in the back. You would wear tights and a pair of black heels to complete your look. You were actually pretty excited to get dressed up.

The next morning you went to the gym at 7 in the morning you worked out for about an hour and a half, then went home to shower. You went through your day and felt on edge since you knew that you would see him again. The afternoon came quickly. Johnny always insisted that no one bring anything since he always catered something but you couldn't help but bake your famous brownies. You got dressed for the party, did your hair and makeup, got the brownies ready along with a bottle of champagne and took the Uber to Johnny's house. He lived in a big house to say the least. He worked hard for his money and he always knew how to spend it too. You soon arrived and you walked towards the door and rang the doorbell. Jessie opened the door and once she saw that it was you she squealed with such excitement that you couldn't help but laugh. "Oh my gosh!! I can't believe you showed up! I was afraid you weren't going to" she says pulling you into a hug. “I've missed you so much Jessie", you whispered "I know babe, I've missed you too. I'm so happy that you're here", she says as she grabs the bottle of champagne and brownies from your grasp. You walked inside and see the familiar faces scattered throughout the house. You were amazed at the Christmas decorations around the house. Johnny definitely went all out.

"Guys look who showed up", you hear Jessie say in the kitchen and soon all eyes and smiles were on you. "Y/N I'm so happy that you made it”, Johnny says engulfing you in a hug. “Wouldn't miss it Johnny", you say. You say hi to your friends and tried making small talk. Although you were kind of distracted as you looked around the house in search of the man with green eyes and curly brown hair. At the moment, he was nowhere to be seen. By now you had a few glasses of champagne in your systems and you and Jessie just talked for what felt like hours. The bad thing about drinking alcohol was the need to use the restroom and constantly. You excused yourself and went downstairs to the guest bathroom. You did your business, washed your hands, and walked out, but not before bumping into someone's back. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry", you say as the man turned around to look at the person who bumped into him. You looked up and saw those beautiful green eyes looking right at you.

He looked so different yet the same. You were shocked when you noticed that his curls weren't adorning his head anymore. Now he sported a buzz cut, which he made look good as well. What look can't he pull off? "Y/n?”, he says. You were a bit stunned at first, what with his new look and all. "Hey", you silently say to him also giving him a small wave. He smiled at you, going in for a hug. Before you could say anything he engulfed you in his arms and gave you the hug that you had craved several nights. The feeling he gave you was unexplainable but you loved it. You always had felt safe with him even before you were in a relationship. The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you guys out of the familiar trance. Harry pulled back, looked behind him, pulled you to the side before apologizing to the stranger. "It's so great to see you y/n. You look good", he says while his eyes scanned your body up and down. "Thank you Harry. You look good too. I like the new look", you say looking up to his buzzed head. "Yeah? So many people freaked out", he chuckled as he placed his hands in his trousers. “ I bet. But its just hair. It’ll grow back", you gave him a reassuring smile. Harry always attempted to hide his true feelings especially when it came to people who always commented on him and his looks. He didn't say anything back to you, a sign that you knew was a good sign between the two of you. When dating you tried your best to make him more confident in his own skin and accept who he was as an individual. You always made sure to provide positive compliments which he liked to hear from time to time. It took time for him to start not listening to those negative comments and you both got there.

"How have you been?", he asks as you walk back into the crowd of individuals. "I've been alright. Getting through the days day by day", you say as you both made your way to the sitting area that faced the backyard. The backyard was decorated beautifully. Twinkly lights surrounded the trees all around. You loved to see it and you hoped that one day you'll be able to decorate your house this way. “Same”, he says as you both sit down on the loveseat couch. One of the waiters stopped by and handed each one of you a glass of champagne. Currently, it was just you two in the sitting room. "I would be lying if I said that this whole thing feels easy. But it is not ", he says looking straight ahead. "What do you mean?', you ask him taking a sip from your glass. "I miss you y/n", he abruptly says focusing his attention on you now. You didn't say anything trying to process what he said. You gulped down the champagne in one sitting before placing the glass on the floor.

"Harry. What is it that you want?", you ask him. You were desperate to hear his thoughts. Would you take him back? Most likely. After all, he wasn't cheating and he was never an asshole towards you. He was the opposite and quite frankly, you've missed him too. "I want you back", he says taking both of your hand in his. "Why? It would be the same thing all over again", you tell him. He shook his head at your words. "No no. it wouldn't. We try harder. We’ll spend more time together. We’ll try going on holiday more frequent. I'll be more present. I just can't live without you y/n", he admits. “I'm miserable without you", he continues. You furrow your eyebrows together trying to take in every word he's said. "Please say something", he says to you sounding a bit nervous. "I miss you too", you say looking into his emerald green eyes. They look hopeful in a way. His reaction seems very genuine to you. You look down to his pink plump lips. You wanted to kiss him right there and then but you have to hold yourself back. "You do?", he says, sounding hopeful. He couldn't help but smile at your small confession. “Let's get back together y/n", he says. "I don't know Harry. What if it doesn't work? What if it’s the same thing all over again? Getting through the break up was pretty hard”, you tell him. He gives you a sympathetic look causing you to shift back to look at the twinkling trees. "You think that I didn't suffer? To be honest with you, I haven't gotten over you at all. Each night that I've spent by myself I've craved you more. I've craved your presence, your touch, your kiss", he says, grabbing your chin to avert your vision towards him. "I haven't stopped loving you", he confesses. Your heart beat quickened at his confession. It caused you to smile widely due to you feeling the same way. "Do you still love me?", he asks. You took your time to answer. Reflecting on your times together and the love you both shared for one another.

“On one condition", you begin to say. He motioned you to continue. "lets take our time. Enjoy each moment that we spend together and not rush anything. Try to spend more time with each other and cherish those moments”, you say. "Yes, anything. As long as I get to call you mine and have you by my side again". You both smiled widely at one another not believing that after months of being apart, you'll be together again. "So is that a yes?", he asks. You simply nodded yes and he instantly stood up to cheer. You couldn't help but laugh at his reaction. He stood you up and engulfed you in a hug before he placed both of his hands on your face and placing his lips on yours. You loved the familiar feeling. His lips molding together with yours.

You pulled back and all of a sudden you hear your group of friends cheering by the entrance. You couldn't help but feel extremely shy and you buried your face into Harry's chest. His hands instantly ran through your hair giving you some sort of comfort. "Come on love, let's go back inside", he says taking ahold of your hand and leading you back inside the house. Instantly you were pulled away from your lower and into Jessie who was squealing with excitement.

The night went along with you and Harry stealing quick glances at one another. He couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the night, you as well feeling completely happy with how your night turned out to be. Little by little you started to feel a bit tired. Jessie started to notice. "Babe, why don't you go to Harry's room?', she says. "He's living here?", you ask. She nods. "Come, I’ll take you", she says but before she can continue Harry comes up to the both of you and places his hand on the back of your back. "I can show her Jess. I think Johnny was looking for you", he says. "Oh, I wonder what he wants. Very well, if we don't see each other again tonight, have a goodnight and Merry Christmas!", she says engulfing both of you in a tight hug.

Harry leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom which is located at the end of the hall, separate from the others. He opens the door for you and motions you to go in. You walk into the carpeted bedroom. It was a large room to say the least. The bedroom had a large window facing the backyard with the lit up trees. You smiled enjoying the view. The room was still dark as Harry walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tightly towards him. You missed the feeling of his body pressed to yours. "You look so beautiful tonight y/n", he whispers against your neck. "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you all night" he says causing goosebumps to rise along your body. It was a bittersweet feeling how your body reacted to his touch and his words.

"so beautiful”, he says again as he started placing kisses along your shoulders. "Harry", you say gently. "Hmmm?", he says cheekily. Your body craved and wanted him. It needed the affection that it wasn't getting for months. "Let me make love to you darling. Let me show you how much I've missed you" he says burying his face into your neck. He turned you around to face him. He placed his finger under your chin bringing your face closer to his. Your lips inching closer and closer towards his until they connected with one another. Your lips moved in sync, wanting to taste more of each other with each second that passed by. Your hands went around his neck, feeling a bit weird at first since you didn't feel his curls anymore. You soon got accustomed to the new feeling, your fingers touching the back of his head feeling the slight buzz on his head.

Harry pulled you closer to him, almost as if he were afraid that you might disappear. His fingers made their way to the back of your dress, finding the zipper before he slowly unzipped it, the dress pooling down at your feet. He slipped back and admired the view in front of him. You stood there in your red strapless bra matching thong, stockings, and heels on. "Fuck", he whispered. He grabbed your hand and led you towards his bed. He immediately sat you down and stood in front of you before kneeling down on the floor. His hands trailed down to you’re ankles, undoing the buckle on your heel. He removed one and continued to do the same with the other. Once your heels were removed, he reached out to the top of your tights sliding them down your leg until they were completely off. No words needed to be said to one another knowing that in this moment he was yours and you were his once again.

He stood up and crawled over your body at the same time you moved yourself more towards the middle. He was on top of you fully clothed. His cologne smelled so good this close to you. It was one of your favorite ones that he used. He dipped his face in the crook of your neck kissing the skin gently, leaving slight bruises here and there. You didn't know what to do with your hands and is if he were reading your mind, he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, his lips found their way to yours again but this time the kiss was more needy. The want for one another increased causing your body to squirm a bit wanting to feel his naked body.

He pulled back and removed the cardigan he was wearing along with his shirt, his naked torso on full display. You loved the familiar sight of the tattoos that adorned his skin. He also removed the stacks he was wearing. You couldn't help but giggle at his actions. "What's so funny princess?", he asks chuckling a bit too. "Someone seems needy", you say to him biting your lip as your eyes scan his almost naked body. "Yes, I am needy, but only because I desire you", he says looking at you. He kissed up your torso and stopped at your chest. His hand reached towards your back and undid the clasp, removing your bra. Your breasts were now on full display for him to do as he pleases. He kissed your chest all around and grabbed one breast in one hand as his mouth took in the other. His tongue flicked your sensitive nipple causing you to get wet. His fingers pinched the other nipple causing small whimpers to leave your mouth. He switched sides and reciprocated the same actions.

His hand soon started wondering your body slowly going down your torso and landing on top of your barely clothed pussy. He slowly started caressing it with his hand, rubbing you enough that you started squirming. He let out a moan against your nipple as he felt how wet you were for him. Again, no words needed to he said. He pulled your thong to the side as his fingers started rubbing your bare clit causing a gasp to leave your lips at the touch. You haven't had the energy to play with yourself or have sex with anyone else. This would be your first time since the breakup and you were glad that it Harry again. His fingers played with your clit slowly, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your pussy. Before you could think of anything, he inserted two fingers inside you causing a somewhat loud moan to come out of you. His lips attached to yours as he thrusted his fingers inside you and curling them causing you to get more wet. The sound of his fingers going in and out of you mixed with your wetness filled the room. You pulled and sucked Harry's bottom lip causing his hip to thrust against your leg. His fingers curling inside you was getting too much, feeling that you were about to have your first orgasm.

You stopped his hand movement before you could, bringing his hand up to your lips and sucking on the two fingers that were just inside you. His eyes never left yours as you did this. You could feel his hard dick against your skin. He completely removed the rest of your clothing and put a condom on. He positioned himself on top of you and slowly sank into you causing moans to leave from both of you. There was a slight stinging, your body trying to get used to his size again as he stretched you. He stayed still for a bit and then you gave him the okay to start moving. He started thrusting and with each thrust he sank more deeper inside you. He grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist. His hands grabbed yours lightly as his thrusts started speeding up. You knew that both of you wouldn't last and you were fine with that. His thrusts were at a steady pace which caused the tip of his penis to hit your g-spot repeatedly. Bath of you were a moaning mess as he bucked you repeatedly. His face buried in your neck, the small pants leaving his lips causing you to get closer to reaching your orgasm. With a few more thrusts you both came on one another. Harry removing himself off of you and disposing the condom in the trash bin. He gave you a wipe so you could clean yourself, a habit that he always had.

Your bodies were damp but both of you were two tired to shower. Harry pulled the cover and engulfed both of you in them. He pulled your naked body closer to his and cuddled you. "I love you y/n", he whispers. "I love you Harry", you whispered back before both of you event to sleep in each other area.

[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 18 Group 87

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Doom Patrol: Crazy Jane, Robotman, Elasti-Girl, Cyborg, Negative Man, Chief

The Irregulars: Bea, Spike, Billy, Leopold, Jessie

Submissions are still open!

Doom Patrol:

literally every conflict is resolved by some personal growth, often through each other’s help, and many times there are minor plots about one of the team members learning to rely on another teammate they otherwise had friction with. academic writing DONE, these people literally go through the craziest plots, crazy evangelical sentient cockroaches, interdimensional and omnipotent alan tudyk, sex ghosts, and more often than not violence isn’t the solution to their problems (even if some of the protagonists wish it were oops).

The Irregulars:

Sorry, I got no propaganda for them yet :(

[dear-indies]

hiii cat!!! 🫶🏼 can i ask for some fc suggestions that’d work in a zombie apocalypse setting? (preferably 20-30’s and a woc, but white is okay too) tysm for all the work you do in helping out the rpc and spreading helpful important information 🧡

Lupita Nyong'o (1983) Mexican Luo Kenyan - Little Monsters, Black Panther.

DeWanda Wise (1984) African-American - Jurassic World Dominion.

Tao Okamoto (1985) Japanese - Westworld.

Elle-Máijá Tailfeathers (1985) Kainai Blackfoot, Northern Sámi - Blood Quantum, Night Raiders.

Jessica Matten (1985) Red River Metis of Cree and Saulteaux descent, Chinese, White - Frontier.

Diane Guerrero (1986) Colombian - Doom Patrol - has spoken up for Palestine!

Alba Flores (1986) Romani and Spanish - is a lesbian - Romancero, Money Heist - has spoken up for Palestine!

Hannah John-Kamen (1989) Nigerian / White - Resident Evil.

JuJu Chan (1989) Hongkonger - Wu Assassins.

Gratiela Brancusi (1989) Romani - has spoken up for Palestine!

Nathalie Emmanuel (1989) English, Saint Lucian, Dominican - Army of Thieves.

Malese Jow (1991) Chinese / English, Scottish, Cherokee - The Shannara Chronicles.

Seychelle Gabriel (1991) French, Mexican / Italian, including Sicilian - Blood Fest - has spoken up for Palestine and Sudan!

Tanaya Beatty (1991) Da’naxda’xw / Himalayan - Yellowstone, Murder At Yellowstone.

Hari Nef (1992) Ashkenazi Jewish - is a trans woman - Assassination Nation - has spoken up for Palestine!

Adwoa Aboah (1992) Ghanaian / English - Willow.

Jessica Madsen (1992) - is bisexual - Dark Light - has spoken up for Palestine!

Ellora Torchia (1992) Indian / White - Beowulf: Return to the Shieldlands - has spoken up for Palestine!

Devery Jacobs (1993) Mohawk - is queer - Blood Quantum, American Gods - has spoken up for Palestine!

Triana Browne (1993) Chickasaw, Aamsskáápipikani Blackfoot, Cherokee, African-American, Unknown Caribbean, White - Walker: Independence.

Anna Leong Brophy (1993) Irish, Chinese, Kadazan - Shadow of Bone.

Jasmin Savoy Brown (1994) African-American / White - is queer - has spoken up for Palestine!

Tsuchiya Tao (1995) Japanese - Alice in Borderland.

Jessie Mei Li (1995) Hongkonger / English - is a gender non-conforming woman who uses she/they - Shadow and Bone - has spoken up for Palestine!

Myha'la (1996) Afro Jamaican / White - is queer - Leave the World Behind - has spoken up for Palestine!

Chase Sui Wonders (1996) Chinese, some Japanese and Tahitian / Unspecified White - Bodies Bodies Bodies.

Tati Gabrielle (1996) African-American / Korean - Uncharted, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The 100.

Morgan Holmstrom (1997) Metis of Cree descent, Ilocano and Sambal Filipino, Possibly Tagalog Filipino - Day of the Dead.

Amber Midthunder (1997) Hunkpapa Lakota, Hudeshabina Nakoda, Sissiton-Wahpehton Dakota, Thai-Chinese, and White - Prey.

Thaddea Graham (1997) Chinese - The Irregulars.

Sisi Stringer (1997) African Australian and White - Vampire Academy - has spoken up for Palestine!

Erin Kellyman (1998) Afro Jamaican / White - is a lesbian - Willow.

Tsunematsu Yuri (1998) Japanese - Alice in Borderland.

Pegah Ghafoori (1999) Iranian - From.

Jennifer Cheon Garcia (?) Korean / Mexican - Van Helsing.

Gosh thank you for the kind words anon they mean so much to me! Not all of these have apocalypse specific resources but they have resources that can definitely fit. 💌

[murdermostace]

[westeroswisdom]

David and Jessie Peterson are the go-to people when a TV series or film needs a constructed language or conlng.

From Dothraki and Valyrian in "Game of Thrones" to the Chakobsa desert tongue in "Dune", American couple David and Jessie Peterson have devised numerous imaginary languages -- apparently the only two people in the world who earn a living concocting fantasy grammar and vocabulary for film characters. Immortal lines from the "Game of Thrones" scripts such as: "You are my last hope, blood of my blood," plunge viewers deeper into the series' fantastical world when uttered in the original Dothraki: "Yer athzalar nakhoki anni, zhey qoy qoyi." In Dune, the Fremen desert warriors roll the "r" in their Chakobsa tongue -- the name comes from a real ancient hunter's language that inspired author Frank Herbert in writing the original series of "Dune" books. But Herbert and Game of Thrones novelist George R. R. Martin only included a few words of these fantasy languages in their pages -- it was the Petersons who fully developed them for the screen. "Languages can be fun. Often I think languages are treated very seriously," said David Peterson. "People can laugh if they make a mistake." [ ... ] A trained linguist, Peterson landed his first paid assignment to develop Dothraki by winning a competition in 2009. Speaking at a masterclass during a television series festival in the French city of Lille, the Petersons described how they devise languages by discussing the characters' environment, backgrounds and the objects they use. From there, "we extrapolate," David Peterson said. Tasked with inventing a language which sounded like fire for the Pixar cartoon "Elemental", for example, Jessie Peterson formed words from a series of sounds like explosions and matches.  [ ... ] Could artificial intelligence get the work done faster? "It would be more work to train the AI to actually produce a small amount of things. You might as well use that time to create the language on your own," David Peterson said. Jessie Peterson agreed: "The beauty of language is that it is inherently human and there is no reason I want to take humanity out of language."

That last comment by Jessie Peterson rings true. Human languages have taken unexpected and quirky turns in their developments. We may complain about irregular verbs, highly idiomatic expressions, and confusing constructions, but such things happen naturally. And it might take more time to instruct AI to include such human oddities in a particular conlang than to simply create them yourself.

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headcanons for the irregulars show

i dont think this show has a fandom at all but i think its cute so

contains spoilers!!

-bea ends up going to billy when all is said and done. i know that she was in love with leo but i doubt she ever sees him again and you cant deny that they had chemistry

-if leo DID come back however, i think bea can love both billy and leo. fuck love triangles its a throuple now

-like billy, as mad as he was at leo at the start, did care for him. he checked in with him, made sure he was alright, even when he hated him. when they were riding back from mycroft's manor, billy was sitting up top. obvs they couldnt fit 5 kids inside, so i think billy offered to ride outside so leo wouldnt have to try and climb.

-watson gets them all out of the cellar and they all live in 221b from now on. he's got more than enough space and there's no way he doesnt feel something for those kids. whether its love for them like a father, debt to sherlock and alice, or just generally realizing he has every ability to help.

-watson moves on!! the kids help him. he finds someone else who isnt an opium addict.

-the girl jessie lets go in ep.4 comes back after all the powers are lost, and i think she joins the crew. she was just wanting revenge and yet someone on her side. jessie was that. i think jessie could convince the gang to let her in. they dont tell watson tho. he figures it out, and just accepts it.

-bea still runs the house. even if it's watson's house. she runs it.

i WILL say that billy was always better for bea. he knew her better, he was always at her side, and he literally risked dying for her multiple times. leo could never hold a steady relationship with her. he lusted after her before he loved her, lied nearly all of their relationship. it was never gonna work

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"Die Bande von der Baker Street" (Originaltitel: "The Irregulars") ist eine britische Fernsehserie, die am 26. März 2021 auf Netflix Premiere hatte. Die #Serie ist eine lose #Adaption der Sherlock-Holmes-Geschichten von Arthur Conan Doyle und konzentriert sich auf eine Gruppe von jungen Außenseitern, die übernatürliche Verbrechen im viktorianischen London aufklären.

Handlungsübersicht: Die Serie folgt Bea, Jessie, Spike und Billy, die als Waisenkinder in #London leben. Sie werden von Dr. John Watson engagiert, um eine Reihe von mysteriösen Fällen zu untersuchen, die übernatürliche Elemente beinhalten. Sherlock Holmes, der als drogenabhängiger Schatten seines früheren Ichs dargestellt wird, verlässt sich auf diese Jugendlichen, um die Verbrechen zu lösen, während er selbst den Ruhm dafür einheimst.

Hauptcharaktere:

Bea: Die inoffizielle Anführerin der Gruppe, gespielt von Thaddea Graham.

Jessie: Beas Halbschwester, die unter Albträumen leidet und eine Verbindung zum Übernatürlichen hat.

Spike und Billy: Freunde und Mitglieder der Gruppe.

Dr. John Watson: Gespielt von Royce Pierreson, manipuliert er die Gruppe, um Fälle zu lösen.

Sherlock Holmes: In dieser Version als geschwächte Figur dargestellt, gespielt von Henry Lloyd-Hughes.

Themen und Setting: Die Serie verbindet Elemente von Thriller, Mystery, Horror und historischem Drama. Sie erkundet Themen wie Freundschaft, Loyalität und das Übernatürliche. Das viktorianische London wird in einer dunklen und atmosphärischen Weise dargestellt.

Wie so oft bei #Netflix Serien wurde auch diese, meines Erachtens nach grandiose Serie, nach nur einer Staffel eingestellt, während man von anderen Serien die absolut sinnfrei sind gleich mehrere Staffeln zu sehen bekommt. Serien wo man sich nach einer oder besser gesagt - bereits während der ersten Folge schon fragt ob das ein schlechter Witz sein soll. 🤦🏻‍♀️

#DieBandeVonDerBakerStreet #TheIrregulars #SherlockHolmes #JohnWatson #ArthurConanDoyle #Paranormal #Mystery #Horror #Lesen #Reading #Horrorgeschichten #HalloweenMonat #HalloweenMonth #HalloweenTipps

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@ofxscavengcrs said : Was that [MECIA SIMSON]? Oh no no, that was just [TAURIEL], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [THE HOBBIT]. They are [MANY] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. {hey it’s me! Can I also please reserve Jessie Cook from Irregulars? Thanks!}

accepted! welcome to washington d.c. tauriel [mecia simson]! please send in your account within 24 hours! please be sure to take a look at the checklist now that you've arrived! we look forward to seeing you around the city!  ** jessie cook is reserved for cici until 6/24 at 7:01pm est!