#lucille h james

[malice-kingdom]

My dear friend @a-very-fluffy-luce last book is finally out and to celebrate here is a little animation of the Main Boi!

I had other small animation of other characters planned but didn’t get enough time to do it so it will have to wait for the motivation to come back 😅

[shefanispeculator]

Gwen’s paternal grandfather was Vincenzo James Stefani (the son of Antonio Angelo Stefani and Elvira Olivieri). Vincenzo was born in Italy, to a family from Vignanello, Lazio. Elvira was the daughter of Salvatore Olivieri.

Gwen’s paternal grandmother was Margaret Delores DiPaola (the daughter of Francesco “Frank” Di Paola/Dipaola and Libera/Lillie Antonia Marino). Margaret was born in Michigan, to Italian parents. Francesco, a peasant, was born, c. 1885, in Colle Sannita, Province of Benevento, Campania, and was the son of Rocco Di Paola and Maria. Libera was the daughter of George Marino and Mary.

Gwen’s maternal grandfather was William Patrick Flynn (the son of Roger/Robert Patrick Flynn and Gertrude Lucille Waugh). William was born in Texas. Roger was the son of John Aloysius Flynn, who was born in Flintshire, Wales, of Irish descent, with roots in County Mayo; and of Catherine E. Burke, who was also of Irish ancestry. Gertrude was the daughter of William H. Waugh and Sarah/Sallie Corneilla/Cornelia Abraham.

Gwen’s maternal grandmother was Anna/Ann Lorraine Hamilton (the daughter of Raymond George Hamilton and Gladys Adeline/Adleon Colbert). Anna was born in Wisconsin. Raymond was the son of Charles Sumner Hamilton and Mariam Mae Smith. Gladys was the daughter of Fred George Colbert, whose father was English, from Haslingden, Lancashire; and of Anna Sophia Gilseth, whose own parents were Norwegian, from Gilset farm and Bordal farm, both in Storen, Sør-Trøndelag, respectively.

[neilperryobsessed]

Books I read this year

2024

Dead poets society by N. H. Kleinbaum

Icebreaker by Hannah Grace

Macbeth by Shakespeare

The importance of being Earnest by Oscar Wilde

The lightning thief by Rick Riordan

The song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (reread)

Vita sexualis by Ogai Mori

Red, white and royal blue by Casey Mcquiston

The story of a pet dog by Dazai Osamu

Goodbye by Dazai Osamu

The summer I turned pretty by Jenny Han

The woman in me by Britney Spears

Drive me crazy by Carly Robyn

Atomic Habits by James Clear

The selfish giant by Oscar Wilde

The devoted friend by Oscar Wilde

The sphinx without secrets by Oscar Wilde

Heartstopper (vol. 1,2,3,4,5) by Alice Oseman

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Nick and Charlie by Alice Oseman

Birthday girl by Penelope Douglas

Solitaire by Alice Oseman

Invisible by Eloy Moreno

Caraval by Stephanie Garber

My heart and other black holes by Jasmine Warga

Under one roof by Ali Hazelwood

This is not a tale by Denis Diderot

The picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Loveless by Alice Oseman

Love Valentine by Manuela C. Eos

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Voices by Lucille Denies

The life of a stupid man by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

The wood at midwinter by Susanna Clarke

Una moneta per i tuoi pensieri by Enedhil & Gabrielle

Stuck with you by Ali Hazelwood

Letter from Birmingham jail by Martin Luther king Jr

Television was a baby crawling toward that death chamber by Allen Ginsberg

Poesie d'amore by Jacques Prévert

The secret history by Donna Tartt

The sea of monsters by Rick Riordan

Chasing shadows: a journey to love by DeShaun Williams

Wildfire by Hannah Grace

Legendary by Stephanie Garber

The perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

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10 characters

@hyacinth--girl thank you sm for the tag!!

charlie kelly (iasip)

2. lucille bluth (arrested development)

3. annie edison (community)

4. james wilson (house md)

5. kendall roy (succession)

6. george costanza (seinfeld)

7. kath day (kath and kim)

8. orla mccool (derry girls)

9. jesse pinkman (breaking bad)

10. hawkeye pierce (M*A*S*H)

i never know who to tag for these, i cant remember who does them @translesbianvampire @mydogtypedthis @femaleboysblog @river-taxbird

[sporadiceagleheart]

Thursday edits for angels surrounded by angels Shan'ann Cathryn Rzucek and Bella&Nico and CeCe, Candela Sol Rodriguez, Alyssa Jane West, Emma Nicole Speer, Avielle Richman, Ava Jordan Wood, Leiliana Wright, Saffie-Rose Brenda Roussos, Lily Peters, Olivia Pratt Korbel, Sara Sharif, Charlotte Figi, Jersey Dianne Bridgeman, Lucy Morgan, Mercedes Losoya, Norah Lee Howard, Sloan Mattingly, Audrii Cunningham, Judith Barsi and Heather O'Rourke, Makenna Lee Elrod Seiler, Eliahna Torres, Jackie Cazares, Mary E. Sullivan, Olivia Grace Thompson, Lester Stillwell, Alexis Brianne “Lexi” Stempien, Blake Lee Stafford, Emma Grace Stacks, Kelly Doyle Sparks, Christy Lea Sparks, Kelsey Shelton Smith-Briggs, Michael Daniel Smith, Alexander Tyler “Alex” Smith, Laura Ashley Skinner, James Asa Rudder, Ashley Nicole Romer, Jennifer Jailene Rodriguez, Angel Divine Randall, Miakailah Renee Ramsey-Franklin, JonBenét Ramsey, Kelli Shay Powell, Allyceea Mabel Brynne Ennis, Janet Carol Pierick, Patricia Sue Phillips, Pete Peterson I, Kaitlyn Nikol Pukatsch Parsons, Cheyenne Rose “Chey Chey” Newton, Emanuel Wesley Murray Jr., Maud H. Munn, Doris Denise Milner, Bruce Edward Miller, Ruby Miller, Lucille Miller, Gwenyth Marie McWethy, Natallie Elizabeth McNelly, Minnie E. McKendrick, Bradley Gene McGee, Joanne Ena Lynn, Jessica Marie Lunsford, Brittani Lynn LaFollette, Eva Gladys “Gladys” Kincaid, Elisa Izquierdo, James Alan Ray Hubbard, Catherine Violet Hubbard, Janessa Micheala “Nessie” Horner, Nina Viktoria “Tori” Bashenova Hilt, Angela Dawn Harter, Michelle Heather Guse, Lori Lee Farmer, Anna Katherine Grudziecke, Edith Clare “Edie” Grierson, Aiyana Emily Gauvin, Thomas Edwards Gallagher, Gerald Alfred Gaddy, Annie L Foster, Leah Foster Whitacre, Julie Alliot, Rowan Damia Ford, Kathy Fiscus, Mary Ruth Davis, Ettie E. Davis, Joan Angela D'Alessandro, Tessara Kate “Tessa” Crespi, Samantha Joy “Sammie” Crespi, Nina Craigmiles, Lacy Cheyenne Cook, Eleanor Emily Cook, Edward Parsons Cook, Dakoda James Clapper, Nevaeh Amyah Buchanan, Hayley Renae Reasor Briggs, Noelle Elizabeth Braun, Skylar Mark Brady, Edna Louise Blank, Celeste Elizabeth Berg, Teri Earlene Bender, Katherine Marie “Kathy” Beets, Barbara Ann Barnes, Bessie Barker, Baylee Almon, Marivel Mercedez Alvarez, Jessica Anders, Elli Grace Perez-Speer, Adilynn Holmes Speer, Anniston Noel Speer, Ciara Nicole Floyd, Nelani Ciara Koefer, Jade Nicole Simmons, Elizabeth Ann Byrd, Story Wren Worth, Abigail Elizabeth “Abby” Fedosoff, Kezia Mason, Isabella Sara “Bella” Tennant, Avery Lana Linda Brown, Sadako Sasaki, Sarah McKayla Brooks, Jessica Scatterson,Jessica Marie Bock, Layla Salazar, Emma Catherine Grace Thompson,

[byneddiedingo]

Dorothy Gish and Lillian Gish in Orphans of the Storm (D.W. Griffith, 1921)

Cast: Lillian Gish, Dorothy Gish, Joseph Schildkraut, Frank Losee, Katherine Emmet, Morgan Wallace, Lucille La Verne, Sheldon Lewis, Frank Puglia, Creighton Hale, Monte Blue, Sidney Herbert. Screenplay: D.W. Griffith, based on a novel by Adolphe d’Ennery and Eugène Cormon. Cinematography: Paul H. Allen, G.W. Bitzer, Hendrik Sartov. Art direction: Charles M. Kirk. Film editing: James Smith, Rose Smith. 

Who knew that one of the chief causes of the French Revolution's Reign of Terror was "Bolshevism"?  Or that Danton, who helped send Louis XVI to the guillotine, was "the Abraham Lincoln of France," as one of the title cards for Orphans of the Storm proclaims? D.W. Griffith's gift for pseudo-historical hokum stood him in good stead in making this often preposterous classic, but it worked even better for Lillian and Dorothy Gish, whose performances as the titular orphans are superb. I think Dorothy may give the better performance as Louise, the foundling who is left blind by the "plague" that killed her adoptive parents, but that may be because I've seen Lillian's winsome tricks more often than Dorothy's. Lillian certainly flings herself into the role of Henriette, who became Louise's sister after her parents took in the girl as an infant, and her caretaker after she became blind. The girls go to Paris in search of a cure for Louise's blindness, and there Henriette is abducted by a lecherous aristocrat but saved by the virtuous Chevalier de Vaudrey (a surprisingly handsome young Joseph Schildkraut). Separated from Henriette, Louise falls into the clutches of the conniving Mother Frochard (Lucille La Verne), who puts the blind girl to work begging on the streets. (La Verne sports a monstrous wen and a mustache, reminding us that she was the voice of the wicked queen and the witch in the 1937 Disney Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.) And then comes the Revolution, in which Henriette almost loses her head to the guillotine, thanks to the evil Robespierre (Sidney Herbert), before being rescued by, of all people, Danton (Monte Blue). (An end title informs us that the Reign of Terror ceased when Robespierre was beheaded, but conveniently ignores the similar fate of Danton.) In the end, Henriette and de Vaudrey are to be married, and Louise not only regains her sight but also learns that she was the daughter of the Countess de Linieres (Katherine Emmet) from a previous marriage to a commoner that was suppressed by the countess's family. This delicious stuff, which Griffith's screenplay took from a novel by Adolphe d'Ennery and Eugène Cormon along with liberal borrowings from Dumas, Dickens, and Victor Hugo, is kept furiously aboil by Griffith's superb gift for pacing and cutting. He never lets the action flag, even for the necessary exposition.

[tuttle-did-it]

I was tagged by @valenshawke (thanks!).

Last song I listened to: I am deaf, and do not listen to music. Music sets off my tinnitus, and what I can hear of it sounds like a crisp bag rattled in front of a microphone.

Currently Reading: Currently re-reading James Baldwin's Giovanni's Room, which is even more excellent than I remember. I have also been reading Hitler in Los Angeles: How Jews Foiled Nazi Plots Against Hollywood and America by Steven J. Ross. I have Being Henry, by Henry Winkler (whom I utterly adore) sat on my table and really want to get to it, but I haven't got to it yet.

Currently Watching: I have Leverage playing in the background as I write, but I am not paying much attention to it-- it's just for the flashing colours. It's fine, I don't dislike it, but I'm not invested in it cos it's just flashy colour. Mostly I rewatch older things. I've rewatched Star Trek Prodigy a few times because it's on Netflix and definitely the best new Trek. I also enjoy woodturning videos, like this one from Sprague Woodturning. It's relaxing and calm, almost as enjoyable as Bob Ross. And North of the Border is a fabulous Canadian artist based in Scotland making crazy things like a T-Rex with flame throwers!! So, you know. Check them out.

Currently obsessed with: Hiding from the horrors of politics I keep seeing on the news, I guess. I don't know how to reply to this. Most of the things I'm properly obsessed with, I've been so for a very long time. M*A*S*H, Twilight Zone, Bugs Bunny, Groucho Marx, Queer Golden Age cinema (especially with Katharine Hepburn, Cary Grant, Lucille Ball, Marlene Dietrich, etc.). I also have a great and permanent affection for Star Trek, tho it's primarily focussed on DS9. Fashion, gothics, camp and queerness, aesthetics and identity are always something in the back of my mind. I think about Joseph Heller's Catch-22 at least several times a day. But really I spend most of my time working on a story that I've been working on for way too long, and will probably never finish. If I'm not thinking about these things, or my dog, I'm thinking about this story.

Tagging: @veronicascreenwriter @kira-nerys-rocks @aceofwands @thequeeninyellowlace @silver-lily-louise @jedipirateking @snugglyeldritchjellyfish

Get to know you game! Answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to know better.

I was tagged by @captainhunnicutt (thanks!).

Last song I listened to: "Ghost River" by Nightwish. Such conflicted feelings to this band. Admittedly, they were one of two that got me through grad school, but firing Tarja and Anette, losing Jukka and Marko... I don't know.

Currently Reading: Okay... so... how much I read is based on two factors. How much work is interfering with things and where my headspace is. And, uh... yeah. I'm really behind on 3 series. The last book I read was Unbreakable by Mira Grant. I need to catch up on the Wayward Children and InCryptid series by Seanan McGuire. And a whole bunch of others on my to-be-read pile (spreadsheet).

Currently Watching: In terms of anime, Nana. In terms of movies, this weekend if *John Wick* 2 through 4 and probably The Glass Menagerie since Sam Waterston is in it. Live action TV: I tried Bates Motel and I stopped after six episode. I'll try to get back to it.

Currently obsessed with: *gestures at mess of a blog* Arcane, Blue Eye Samurai. Pretty much been, "No thoughts, only Arcane/Blue Eye Samurai."

Tagging: @albatrossisland @radarsteddy @anisaanisa @blue-scorpion-king @claremikas @haxo-wolfie @s0lareuat @ancientrimer @wallowingnewt

[cxdemistake]

"Next time I'll hit you like I mean it."

@do-these-eyes-look-human

Negan huffs and winces slightly, rubbing his jaw.

“Jesus. If that’s how you fuckin’ hit when you don’t mean it, then I don’t wanna see how it is when y’do.”

[ansonmountdaily]

Excerpt from the new Paramount+ Super Bowl spot featuring Patrick Stewart with Anson Mount and Ethan Peck's Captain Pike and Spock

Patrick Stewart: "Isn't this delightful? And so they all lived happily ever after on this mountain of entertainment. Which is also a streaming service."

Paramount+ (the rebranded CBS All Access) has released more ads to promote their new streaming platform. Captain Pike and Spock from Star Trek: Discovery and upcoming Strange New Worlds tv series have reached the summit of Paramount Mountain alongside fellow Paramount+ characters, show hosts and tv personalities like Stephen Colbert, James Corden, Beavis & Butt-Head, SpongeBob SquarePants, Daniel Harrelson (S.W.A.T), Lucille Ball, Elmer Higgins (Crank Yankers), Sheldon Cooper (Young Sheldon), DJ Khaled, Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles), Dora the Explorer, Snooki and many others.

Full ad here.

[trashpidgeon48]

MMNI and Names

I noticed the other day that there are several names that are recycled frequently throughout all 51 mischief movie night ins so I went through the names and counted how many times each were used.

Top 3 most used names

Dan - 7

Paul, Samantha, Penelope, and Janine - 5

Micheal, Sampson, Jimmy, Susan, Jack, Gary, Stan, James, John, and Anna - 3 Full list under the cut

Drake - 1

Dan - 7

Joe - 2

Balise - 1

Mirabel - 2

Michael - 3

Igor - 1

Batly - 1

Es - 1 

Paul - 5

Ruth - 1

Keith - 1 

Sean - 1

Kristaal - 1

Damian - 1 

Samantha - 5

Fritz - 1

Arnold - 1

Gerri - 1

Julie - 1

Sampson - 3

Helen - 1

Colin - 1

Ben - 1

Henrietta - 2

Delta Von Tussel - 1

Trev - 1

Vanessa - 1

Kev - 1

Bev - 1

Giles - 1 

Nev - 1 

Jeffries - 2

Charlie - 2

Wycombe - 1

Penelope - 5

Wicks - 1

Celeste - 1

Jimmy - 3

Grimes - 1

Nathan - 1

Anne - 1

Marcus - 2

Bob - 2

Kyle - 1

Bobby - 2

Vivian - 1

Stevie - 2

Tony - 2

JR - 1

Celine - 1 

Randolph - 1

Susan - 3

Maria - 2

Ricky - 1

Clint - 1

Jack - 3

Elisa - 1

Shelly - 2 

Greg - 1

Benedict - 1

Janine - 5

Gary - 3

Gerald - 2

Claire - 1

Jessica - 2

Emile - 1

Julian - 1

Stan - 3

Melissa - 2

Suzanne - 2

Tom - 2

Busby - 1

Elizabeth - 1

Martin - 1

Jasper - 1

Petunia - 1

Sandra - 2

Haans - 1 

Bernie - 1

Clive - 1

Espanol - 1

Bod - 1

Beard - 1

Tim - 1

Doris - 1

Todd - 1

Arthur - 2

Lucrizieta - 1

Rambo - 2

Stitch - 2

Fergus - 1

Tommy - 2

Six - 1

Hendricks - 1

Eggbert - 1

Mischief - 1

Bigglesworth - 1

Shaggy - 1

Lenny - 1

Sam - 2

Fred - 1

Velma - 1

Margarite - 1

Jaconde - 1

Ruby doo - 1

Jason - 1

Lizzie - 1

Helga - 1

Jim - 1

Steve - 1

Mark - 1

Mike - 1

Raoul - 1

Clara - 1

Hope - 1

Benny - 1

Gilderoy - 2

Tracy - 1

Chris - 1

Terry - 1

Harold - 1

Johnny - 1

Michaela - 1

Ruffles - 1

Sparky - 1

Dame Frisky - 1

Diedre - 1

Martha - 2

Trevor - 1

Buttons - 1

Ronald - 1

Lucinda - 1

Jezebel - 1

Lionel - 1

Adelaide - 1

Jimbo Jumbo - 1

Joffrey - 1

Algenon - 1

Horatio - 1

Caleb - 1

Stone fist - 1

James - 3

Pameon - 1

Mori - 1

Tallulah ballulah - 1

Jane - 2

Cameron - 1

Willy Wonka - 1

Bertie - 2

Alfonz - 1

Griselda - 1

Percival - 1

Richard - 1

Rumpole - 1

Reginald - 1

Pauline -1

Jacob - 1

Mz - 1

Iain - 1

Clarice - 1

Jeepes - 1

Bill - 1

ASDA - 1

Oscar - 1

Cloud - 1

Smithers - 1

Vinnie - 1

Lucille - 1

Erik - 1

Becky - 1

Jethro - 1

Ron - 1

Billy - 1

Molly - 2

Walliam - 2

Karen - 1

Harry - 1

Shirley - 1

Barnaby - 1

Barbara - 2

Jeremy - 2

Federico - 1

Hugo - 1

Nelson - 1

Jinx - 1

Rebecca - 1

Petulia - 1

Crystal - 1

John - 3

Gina - 1

Michelle - 1

Sid - 1

Jillian - 2

Simon - 1

Ringo - 1

Marissa - 1

Jez - 1

Monica - 1

Romulus - 1

Bez - 1

Tarquin - 1

Miranda - 1

Louise - 1 

Anna - 3

Lilibel - 1

Caruthers - 1

Morecombe - 1 

H - 1

Freeze - 1

Jasmine - 1

High Q - 1 

Jemima - 1

Felix - 1

Felicity - 1

May - 1

Phil - 1

Ann - 1

Mabel - 1

Cilantro - 1

Jill - 2

Edwin - 1

Misty - 1

Jiminy - 1

David - 1

Ray - 1

Audrey - 1

Saul - 1

Denise - 1

Carl - 2

Nick - 1

Joanna - 1

Georgia - 1

Stephanie - 1

Jordan - 1

Sybil - 1

Mutant X - 1

Lawrence Dallaglio - 1

Andrew Garfield - 1

Jolene - 1

Jerry - 1

Cassandra - 1

Katie - 1

Jenny - 1

[spiderandthesims]

1880s Names

A

Boys

Abel, Abraham, Adam, Addison, Adelbert, Alexander, Alfred, Aloysius, Alphonse, Ambrose, Amos, Anderson, Andrew, Angus, Anthony, Anton, Archibald, Art, Arthur, Aubrey, August, Augustine, Augustus, Avery

Girls

Ada, Adelaide, Adele, Adeline, Agatha, Agnes, Alice, Alma, Almeda, Alta, Anastasia, Angeline, Anna, Annabelle, Anne, Arizona, Augusta, Augustine, Aurelia, Aurora

B

Boys

Barney, Benjamin, Bennett, Bernard, Bishop, Bradford

Girls

Beatrice, Bernadette, Bess, Bessie, Beulah, Birdie

C

Boys

Carlton, Carson, Casper, Cassius, Cecil, Charles, Chauncey, Chester, Christian, Christopher, Clarence, Claude, Clement, Clifford, Coleman, Conrad, Cornelius, Curtis

Girls

Camille, Caroline, Catherine, Cecilia, Celestia, Celestine, Celia, Charity, Charlotte, Christine, Claire, Clara, Clarice, Claudia, Clementine, Conception, Constance, Corda, Cordelia, Cornelia

D

Boys

Dallas, Daniel, Darius, David, Dennis, Dewitt, Dorsey, Douglas, Dudley, Dwight

Girls

Daisy, Delia, Della, Delphia, Docia, Dollie, Dolly, Dolores, Dora, Dorcas, Doris, Dorothy, Dove, Dovie, Drucilla

E

Boys

Early, Edmond, Edward, Edwin, Eldridge, Eli, Elias, Elijah, Elliott, Ellis, Ellsworth, Elmer, Elton, Elwood, Emerson, Emery, Emil, Emmett, Enoch, Ephraim, Erasmus, Erastus ,Eric, Ernest, Ervin, Erwin, Eugene, Everett, Ezra

Girls

Edith, Edmonia, Effie, Elaine, Elda, Eldora, Eleanor, Elise, Eliza, Elizabeth, Ella, Elma, Elnora, Eloise, Elsa, Elsie, Emily, Emma, Emmaline, Era, Erma, Erna, Ernestine, Essie, Esta, Estella, Estelle, Esther, Ethel, Ethelyn, Etta, Eudora, Eugenia, Eula, Eulalia, Eunice, Euphemia

F

Boys

Felix, Ferdinand, Francis, Franklin, Frederick, Fredrick

Girls

Fanny, Fay, Felicia, Fern, Fidelia, Flora, Florence, Florida, Francis

G

Boys

Gabriel, Garrett, General, George, Gideon, Giles, Golden, Gregory

Girls

Geneva, Genevieve, Georgia, Georgie, Goldie, Grace, Gwendolyn

H

Boys

Harmon, Harold, Harris, Harrison, Henry, Hollis, Homer, Horace, Howard, Howard, Howell, Hugo

Girls

Harriett, Hattie, Henrietta, Hester, Honora, Hope, Hortense

I

Boys

Irving

Girls

Imogene, Indiana, Iona, Iris, Isadora

J

Boys

Jack, Jackson, Jacob, James, Jasper, Jeremiah, John, Jonathan, Joseph, Josiah, Judson, Jules, Julian, Junius

Girls

Jane, Josephine, Judith, Julia, Julie, Juliet, June

K

Boys

Kenneth

Girls

Kathleen

L

Boys

Lawrence, Lawson, Leander, Leonard, Lewis, Lionel, Logan, Lucien, Lucius, Luther, Lyman

Girls

Lacy, Lillian, Lilly, Louise, Lucia, Lucille, Lucinda, Lucretia, Lucy

M

Boys

Major, Malcolm, Marcus, Marshall, Martin, Mason, Mathias, Matthew, Maurice, Maxwell, Michael, Miles, Milo, Milton, Monroe, Morgan, Mortimer

Girls

Mabel, Madeline, Magnolia, Marie, Mary, Matilda, Maude, May, Melinda, Mildred, Millicent, Millie, Minerva, Minnie, Miriam, Missouri, Mollie, Mona

N

Boys

Nathan, Nathaniel, Neil, Nelson, Newton, Nicholas, Noah, Noel, Norman, Norris

Girls

Netta, Nettie, Nevada, Nona, Nora, Norah, Norma

O

Boys

Oliver, Oren, Orson, Otis, Otto, Owen

Girls

Odelia, Odessa, Ola, Olive, Ona, Opal, Ophelia, Ora, Orpha, Ottilie

P

Boys

Patrick, Percival, Percy, Peter, Phillip, Pierce, Pleasant

Girls

Pansy, Parthenia, Patience, Pearl, Penelope, Permelia, Philomena, Phoebe, Polly, Priscilla, Prudence

Q

Boys

Quincy

R

Boys

Raymond, Richard, Richmond, Robert, Rodney, Roger, Ross

Girls

Rita, Rosalie, Rose, Rowena, Ruby, Ruth

S

Boys

Samuel, Seymore, Sidney, Silas, Simon, Solomon, Stanley, Stephan, Sterling, Stewart, Sylvester

Girls

Samantha, Sophronia

T

Boys

Thaddeus, Theodore, Thomas, Thorton, Tillman, Timothy, Tobias, Truman

Girls

Tennessee, Thelma, Theodora, Theodosia, Theresa, Tillie

U

Boys

Ulysses

Girls

Una

V

Boys

Valentine, Vernon, Victor, Vincent, Virgil

Girls

Vera, Verona, Vesta, Victoria, Viola, Violet, Virginia, Vivian

W

Boys

Walker, Wallace, Walter, Warren, Watson, Webster, Wesley, Wilber, Wilbert, Wilbur, Wiley, Wilfred, Willam, Willard, William, Wilson, Winfield

Girls

Wilda, Wilhelmina, Wilma, Winifred, Winnifred, Winona

Z

Girls

Zella, Zora

[malice-kingdom]

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Posting this picture cause seing all four books together makes me incredibly happy !!

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Btw si lire cette saga vous intéresse n’hésitez pas à me contacter ou @a-very-fluffy-luce ça en vaut vraiment le détour !

[stlhandyman]

Supreme Court, U.S FILED In The OCT 2 2022 Supreme Court ofthe United States  RALAND J BRUNSON, Petitioner,

Named persons in their capacities as United States House Representatives: ALMA S. ADAMS; PETE AGUILAR; COLIN Z. ALLRED; MARK E. AMODEI; KELLY ARMSTRONG; JAKE AUCHINCLOSS; CYNTHIA AXNE; DON BACON; TROY BALDERSON; ANDY BARR; NANETTE DIAZ BARRAGAN; KAREN BASS; JOYCE BEATTY; AMI BERA; DONALD S. BEYER JR.; GUS M. ILIRAKIS; SANFORD D. BISHOP JR.; EARL BLUMENAUER; LISA BLUNT ROCHESTER; SUZANNE BONAMICI; CAROLYN BOURDEAUX; JAMAAL BOWMAN; BRENDAN F. BOYLE; KEVIN BRADY; ANTHONY G. BROWN; JULIA BROWNLEY; VERN BUCHANAN; KEN BUCK; LARRY BUCSHON; CORI BUSH; CHERI BUSTOS; G. K. BUTTERFIELD; SALUD 0. CARBAJAL; TONY CARDENAS; ANDRE CARSON; MATT CARTWRIGHT; ED CASE; SEAN CASTEN; KATHY CASTOR; JOAQUIN CASTRO; LIZ CHENEY; JUDY CHU; DAVID N. CICILLINE; KATHERINE M. CLARK; YVETTE D. CLARKE; EMANUEL CLEAVER; JAMES E. CLYBURN; STEVE COHEN; JAMES COMER; GERALD E. CONNOLLY; JIM COOPER; J. LUIS CORREA; JIM COSTA; JOE COURTNEY; ANGIE CRAIG; DAN CRENSHAW; CHARLIE CRIST; JASON CROW; HENRY CUELLAR; JOHN R. 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https://www.supremecourt.gov/DocketPDF/22/22-380/243739/20221027152243533_20221027-152110-95757954-00007015.pdf

[robins-decades-challenge]

Brindleton Bay, 1878

Poor Grace was bullied nearly every day by some of the girls of the orphanage. They'd insult her appearance, her background, her voice, her clothes, her personality - every aspect of her entire life. Grace did her best to stay strong, but no matter how hard she tried, she broke down in tears every time.

After the girls would inevitably finally have enough and trot away in a herd, laughing at the girl's pathetic reaction and continuing to make fun of her behind her back, Grace would retreat to the one place she truly felt safe - her and Hugh's hideout behind the bushes.

Of course, she would never tell Hugh about what was happening. She feared his reaction; she knew how protective he was of her, and feared he'd do something drastic. She was usually able to calm herself down and dry her tears before he wandered into the hideout looking for her; however, one day, he came looking for her earlier than expected.

Grace was quietly crying as she sat against the brick wall; however, upon Hugh's cheerful shout of "Grace! You in here?" she did her best to dry her face and put on a smile.

"There you are!" he chirped, cheerfully strolling toward her.

"H-Hi, Hugh," she stammered, trying to keep the quiver out of her voice but failing.

The boy's smile instantly faded. "Grace... what's wrong? You can talk to me, y'know. Did... Did someone make fun of ya? I swear to God, if it was James, I-I'll -"

"N-No! No, it wasn't James, d-don't worry," she quickly interjected, but instantly regretted her wording. Now she had basically just confirmed that she was getting bullied...

"Then who was it?! Tell me, and I'll -"

"N-No, Hugh, stop!" Grace jumped to her feet and tried to convince him that she was fine - but, something about the quick movement only caused the floodgates to crack further, and before she knew it, she was breaking down in sobs again.

Pure rage suddenly replaced the blood in Hugh's veins. He crossed his arms, begining to tremble with anger. "Who was it?" he asked quietly.

Defeated, Grace finally, shakily, told him the names of the girls who had been torturing her for the past several months. "M... Mabel Locke... Lilah Langs-ston... a-and... L-Lucille Smallwood. M-Mostly Lucille..."

"All right," Hugh seethed, taking a step back. "Don't worry, Grace. I'll take care of it." He had never been more determined in his life - he was going to exact his revenge on the witches who had hurt his best friend, if it was the last thing he did.

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[marzipanandminutiae]

Crimson Peak or Carmilla for the fandom ask.

How about I alternate?

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

the first character i ever fell in love with (Carmilla):

Carmilla. Sorry, my heart belongs to the vampire, always. I've loved her from the first time I read the novella on Project Gutenberg, and Natasha Negovanlis' interpretation only deepened that love.

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not (Crimson Peak):

There really aren't any characters who appear onscreen as living humans that I dislike. I guess I've thought more about Thomas' foibles than I did when I first saw the movie back in 2015? Mostly because I've thought more about all the characters since my fandom spiral, but I guess he had the farthest to fall, so to speak, in my regard.

I still love him. I just don't think of him as quite the same hapless innocent that I first saw.

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not (Carmilla):

I've kind of gone from disinterest in H*llence (Laura/Danny) to active dislike. Though that's less because of the ship and more because of very bad experiences with some of the more...strident shippers.

my ultimate favorite character™ (Crimson Peak):

Honestly, I'm pretty fair and balanced in my love of the char- [trips and drops bag; dozens of photos of Lucille Sharpe spill out] shit shit no I'm just. I'm holding these for a friend; you don't understand

prettiest character (Carmilla):

Oh god. In a cast so full of eye candy, how does one even choose? They're all pretty in their own ways. You can't really compare, say, Laura to Mattie because their respective types of intense beauty are just so different.

Elle has the closest aesthetic to mine, though.

my most hated character (Crimson Peak):

The Parents Sharpe, both. Honestly, screw them. With Thomas and Lucille I'll talk until the cows come home about complex narratives and sympathetic villains and the fact that the movie isn't a morality tale and how half the Gothic thrill of it all is doomed love, love that dooms you, digging your own grave even with your attempts to clamber out, etc.

James and Beatrice don't even have the Sympathy Factor of good intentions paving their road to hell. And that's where I hope they somehow end up.

my OTP (Carmilla):

Hollstein (Laura/Carmilla). My Brand(TM) since 1871.

my NOTP (Crimson Peak):

Alan/Lucille. Seriously, ship what you like, but why is this even a Thing? They interact with each other like...three times, IF you count the deleted park scene. And one of those times ends in stabbing.

It just seems like Pair the Spares for people who want exclusive Edith/Thomas but don't hate Lucille. I guess I appreciate that it's kinder to my fave than, "Lucille is dead and Thomas spits on her grave as he and Edith waltz off into the sunset," which tends to be the other flavor of exclusive Edith/Thomas. But still.

favorite episode (Carmilla):

The movie. No, really, it's hard to decide among so many episodes of the show, but the movie really brings back the Gothic vibes. And we all know how into that I am.

The show is great, but give me sapphic bustle dress ballroom action, and I'll be the happiest Marzi in the land.

saddest death (Crimson Peak):

Thomas. Definitely Thomas.

God, that poor, spineless coward. It was too little, far too late, but he still finally worked up the nerve to Try. I can't help but be affected by his earnest desire for everyone to be happy; for both the women he loves to stay with him. It was never going to work, and that adds to the tragedy immensely.

And right at the end, how he tries to talk Lucille around when nobody else would. I couldn't even blame them- much as I love her, she's a terrible person, AND she's trying to kill his beloved wife. But he still sees something worth saving in her. Hell, after the first two stabs, he doesn't make any move to defend himself. He thinks she wouldn't ever mortally wound him; he trusts the one person who's always loved, protected, and supported him. He can't help loving her, right to the end.

The way she breaks down after the fatal blow, too, realizing what she's done and desperately wanting to take it back. She's always fixed things; she's always saved him. And now she can't. And it's her own fault.

All he can do is realize that, in the end, her rage and pain and fear overpowered than her love for him. All she can do is watch the only good and pure part of her life die, knowing she did that.

Excuse me; I've got some Gothic Tragedy in my eye.

favorite season (Carmilla):

S1. I think it was the best, the most self-contained, and the only one that avoided tripping just a little on the increasing complexity of the worldbuilding. Not that I don't love the whole show, mind- I just think the first season was the strongest.

If only it had had Mattie...

least favorite season (Crimson Peak):

Not applicable

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate (Carmilla):

I can do without Kirsch. He's...fine, I guess? I usually just forget he's there, and I've seldom written him into any of my fics. I don't hate him, per se- that would require caring enough about him for hatred.

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave (Crimson Peak):

My ultimate fave for this fandom IS a piece of trash. She's an on-fire dumpster full of Moltov cocktails. Just thoroughly awful.

I adore her.

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave (Carmilla):

She would hate being characterized as a cinnamon roll, but I want good things for Danny. And really, to quote Eldena Doublecast, who wouldn't?

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship (Crimson Peak):

This is kind of a redundant question for a Gothic romance movie with canon sibling incest, isn't it?

(The canon sibling incest, obviously. Though I don't really want to cleanse my soul about it- I don't feel at all guilty or gross for shipping it. It's Gothic romance. Messed-up relationships come with the territory. At least it's more or less consensual and there's no minor/adult stuff involved- that's better than a lot of Gothic romance gets.)

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship (Carmilla):

LaFontaine/Perry. Cute! Doesn't really hold my interest, though.

[schrijverr]

Hold Me Together

Chapter 3 out of 4

Eliot gets hurt on a job and then sick. Hardison and Parker waste no time to jump in to care for him and it becomes harder and harder to say no to their care when it’s just so nice. After he has a nightmare, they’re there for him and feelings come to light.

AKA Eliot has a terrible time physically (and partly emotionally), but gets lots of cuddles and two partners in the end.

On AO3.

Ships: Thiefsome OT3

Warnings: Eliot's low self esteem and the flu

~~~~~~~~~~~

Hold Me Tight

Eliot ate his soup under the watchful gazes of Hardison and Parker. It was good soup, but he felt guilty about having the kitchen staff cook for him, deciding to thank them profusely later. He also made a mental note to yell at Hardison and Parkerlater about burning a pan, hoping it hadn’t been one of his nice pans.

For now though, the soup was heavenly on his throat and its warmth was great for his cold bones, so he just leaned against the headboard and ate his soup, spotting the stuffed mushroom on his bedside table.

Once it became clear, he wasn’t going to explode, or whatever those two thought he was going to do, they relaxed and started babbling about all sorts of things. While Eliot had been sleeping, they had also taken a nap, before the failed soup experiment, after which Hardison had taught Parker how to play Thief: Deadly Shadows, which Parker found too unrealistic and critiqued the stealing animations, until they had decided to keep him company.

Their chatter was relaxing and despite the fact that Eliot had been asleep for sixteen hours, not to mention the car ride before that, he found his eyes drooping.

“You tired?” Hardison asked kindly and Eliot’s gut instinct was to deny it. He couldn't go to sleep again, it was embarrassing and unnecessary. Still, he was tired and they had been so nice, but if he went to sleep they would leave him again.

That train of thought had taken a quick turn and Eliot was frustrated that he didn’t have a good control over his emotions and thoughts due to the fluof all things that was making him dazed. He blinked the thought away and shook his head.

“So you’re not tired?” Parker filled in with a confused frown. And Eliot wanted to deny it for real this time, but instead he yawned.

“I somehow find that hard to believe,” Hardison quirked a brow playfully.

God, they were so nice to him and he didn’t deserve that, but it was so nice and he wanted them to stay with him and not go to sleep, even if he was tired. He pushed down the tears threatening to well up in his eyes, before whispering: “Don’t want to sleep yet.”

It was pathetic and he should have just said that he was fine and that he was going to get up, but he couldn’t and if anyone asked later he had a sore throat and couldn’t speak.

“No?” Hardison asked.

“No,” Eliot replied. He didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to be left alone and he didn’t want to be pathetic, yet there he was.

“We could watch a movie,” Parker suggested and Eliot could have kissed her. He had wanted to kiss her on multiple occasions, but this was definitely one of them- And he should really stop thinking about kissing Parker right about now, okay, pushing that away.

“That’s a great idea, mama,” Hardison exclaimed, getting up to grab his laptop since Eliot had refused to let him install a tv in his room. As he went he took the empty bowl with him.

Parker took it upon herself to built a semi-pillow fort around Eliot, before burrowing into Eliot’s side with a content sigh. Alarms went off in his head at the closeness even if it was nice, so he protested it with a raw voice: “I could be contagious.”

“We slept next to you for a night then sat on the backseat of Lucille for eight hours, bit too late for that,” Parker said. “Besides, you’re warm and soft.”

His brain short-circuited for a moment and when he came back online Hardison was there, three steaming mugs on a tray as he said: “Ahw, aren’t you two making an adorable picture,” successfully breaking Eliot again.

Next to him Parker smiled and did grabby hands to the mugs. Hardison gave her one, which was obviously hot chocolate under the pile of marshmallows on top of it. Luckily, the mug that Eliot was given was filled with tea. It was bag tea, badly prepared, but there was honey in it and he was touched anyway.

“Okay, I’m thinking 007, it’s James Bond, a classic, must see,” Hardison said, plopping down on Eliot’s other side, setting the laptop on Eliot’s lap and leaning over as he started typing.

“He’s a terrible spy,” Eliot protested, barely audible, more because if he said anything else, he would blurt out something embarrassing and bickering with Hardison about his movie taste was the safest thing right now.

“And your voice is almost gone, so you should rest it,” Hardison shot him a cheeky grin, “No complaining from you for once.”

Eliot guffawed about that, frowning, but he didn’t reply, because he wouldn't waste his voice on something so petty and childish, no matter what Hardison thought, so he just looked away haughtily to convey his dismay.

“Oeh, I know, it’s the one with the dude he thinks he’s good at what we do, but he’s not and also on the other side of the law,” it clicked for Parker and Eliot smiled when she picked his side of the argument.

“Other side of the law? Woman, do you mean the right side of the law?” Hardison said.

“I mean, it’s the other side of the law from us,” Parker shrugged and Eliot couldn't help but bark out a laugh, Hardison joining in, before everyone was distracted when it turned into a coughing fit and Eliot’s tea had to be saved by Parker while Hardison rubbed his back.

“You good?” Hardison asked when the coughing had subsided.

Still a bit out of breath and red in the face, Eliot nodded. He gestured vaguely with his hand to convey that he was fine and that they should let it go, before clearing his throat and rasping: “You know, I’m with Parker.”

“Really? You just nearly died of coughing and your first reaction is to continue a stupid argument where you know you’re wrong,” Hardison said indignantly.

“‘m not wrong,” Eliot told him, voice now barely a whisper.

“You. You stay quiet, okay. Your voice is making my throat hurt-” Hardison took the tea from Parker and pushed it into Eliot’s hands “-drink your tea and shut up, while you watch how wrong you are, okay. Both y’all.”

Eliot grinned lightly, but let them push him back onto the pillows, cradling his mug as Hardison finished setting up the movie, while Parker whispered in his ear: “I don’t get why people think he’s cool, besides the explosions.”

“I heard that,” Hardison called out, clicking play, before settling down on Eliot’s other side, bracketing him between them.

It was nice and comfortable and Eliot should really not be allowing this, because he was fine dammit and he could take care of himself. But it was really really nice and, honestly, it didn’t seem like Parker and Hardison thought him to be breakable and they had had movie nights in the past, so it wasn’t anything new. Besides, his muscles were too sore for fighting right now.

The movie played on the screen, but he couldn't focus and his eyes were closing more and more. He felt himself slide to the side and land on something warm, but no one pushed him away and to the sound of bullets flying, he began to nod off.

He fought it for a while, he really wanted to stay present with Parker commenting on the movie and Hardison defending it until a hacking scene came on and then he was really upset about the whole thing.

It felt like home, comfortable and safe and Eliot wanted to experience it for as long as it lasted, but sleep won out and soon he was out like a light once more.

When he woke up again, he was shivering and cold to the bone, it didn’t matter that there were multiple blankets piled on top of him and that he still had Hardison’s stupidly warm hoodie on. The sweat was cooling on his body and he was cold.

And alone.

Somehow that second fact hit him harder than he’d expected and he immediately hated himself for being a clingy pathetic little bitch. He knew better than this, they’d already seen enough weakness from him. They had handled it so far, but there would be a breaking point and he knew it. He had to keep them out of it, before they got there and they would leave. He had to take care of himself from now on.

Determined he got up out of bed to find more blankets and clean clothes, because still wearing Hardison’s hoodie should be weird and not comforting and the clothes were too sweaty to be comfortable anyway. His left ankle still throbbed as he got up, but he could walk and stand on it now, albeit unsteadily and with a slight limp.

He felt entirely uncomfortable, his skin itchy around him and his body uncoordinated. He wanted to take a shower, but didn’t trust himself enough to take one, so he just pulled on new clothes, a shirt and boxers – no pants because he’d already almost fallen over with the boxers – before padding out his room and to the living room where there should be more blankets. He had no clue what time it was but it was between sun and stars, either early morning or evening.

The unanswered question about the time was answered when he entered the living room and saw Parker and Hardison curled up on the couch with a blanket and pizza. Dinner. At least he hoped it wasn’t breakfast, because then he would have to yell at them and that seemed like about as much work as standing was right now.

Two pairs of eyes had locked onto him the moment he had come stumbling into the room, and he looked at them like a deer in headlights. He somehow hadn’t counted on encountering them, even if it was technically their apartment and he just had a room there.

After a moment of staring, Parker sprung up, exclaiming: “Eliot!” as she scrambled over the back of the couch with the blanket she and Hardison had been sharing.

“Hey, man, what are you doing here? You should be in bed,” Hardison had gotten over his initial surprise of Eliot appearing in just his boxers and a shirt (and he was really regretting not putting in the extra effort of pants).

Then the question registered and with a hoarse voice, he explained: “I go’ col’. Blan’e’s.”

“You’re up looking for more blankets?” Hardison asked. “Good god, you’re shivering, man. Come, sit on the couch.” Parker led him to the couch while Hardison mumbled: “How is this man cold? We left nearly all the blankets on his bed.”

Eliot felt guilty about interrupting their evening when he’d already taken up so much of their time since their last con, on which they also hadn’t been able to spend much time together, but between his clattering teeth and lost voice, his explanation got lost.

He was alone on the couch now, with both Hardison and Parker having disappeared once they’d installed him with the blanket tucked tightly around him. He was a bit lost on what was expected of him now, but soon Parker came back with the mess of blankets that had been on his bed and Hardison arrived with a steaming bowl and a hot bottle.

Hardison handed him the bottle and he tucked it against his chest, before Parker practically swaddled him. He softly protested: “You don’ nee’ to do t‘is.”

“We know,” Hardison smiled again with a bit of knowing in there as if he was aware why Eliot was protesting. It should bother him more than it did that they knew him so well. “Just drink your soup, Eliot. We want to take care of you.”

“Yes, it’s a skill you need to learn and you helped me,” Parker smiled and it was so easy to agree with the smile and just drink his soup, but he couldn't just accept help like that.

What he wanted to tell them was: ‘You two need to stop all of this, because I don’t need it and you two are dating and I’m only in the way of that right now. Just let me get to my room and I’ll be fine on my own while you have date night. This is really sweet and all, but I’ve been through worse and I’ll survive a little flu by myself.’

However, his voice had left him entirely now to the point of inaudible, so instead he moved his mouth while hoarse whispers that couldn't even be called words came out.

“I didn’t get that,” Parker said after a beat and it was just blunt and honest and completely Parker.

“Me neither, mama,” Hardison said. “I can go grab you a pen and some paper, man. You can write it down if you want?”

And that was the opposite of what he wanted. He wanted them to see he was bad in their life and not worthy of this attention, he wanted them to go away before they could see he was weak and they couldn't count on him, even if he would die before they couldn't count on him anymore. The longer this went on the sooner they would see the soft, weak parts of him and they would want to cut him out. And he didn’t want to be cut out. Of course he didn’t want to be cut out, but that would be inevitable if they stayed, because they would see his creepy feelings for them or see how much he craved contact and that would be the end.

His vision blurred and his breath came in raspy wheezes. Far away he could hear Parker and Hardison’s worried voices and he faintly wondered why they weren’t upset with him for ruining their night and falling apart over nothing.

Why couldn’t they just leave him like everyone else? It would hurt, but it would be easier.

But they didn’t leave, instead there was a bony arm around his shoulders and a soft hand rubbing his back as two voices spoke in calming tones, though he couldn't make out what they were saying. He took some more deep breaths and tried to push it all down and lock it away.

Once his vision had cleared he could see a laptop on a blank word document in front of him. He didn’t have the energy to repeat all he’d said, but he typed anyway: im aorry dioe ruinug your date nifht

He couldn't really focus, but both were quiet for a moment as they deciphered his words. Then he was pulled into a half hug by Hardison this time, as the other said: “You’re not ruining anyone’s night, man. What gave you that idea?”

Eliot shrugged helplessly at that, because how could they not see he was ruining their night by getting injured and then sick and deciding to stay here even if he had an apartment, because there was a room here. And he was really relying too much on them already for when it all came crashing down around him.

“Do you not want us to be here with you?” Parker asked, sounding sad.

He shook his head quickly, because he could never let Parker be sad, a stab of pain going through his skull as he did, before shrugging, wishing he had a voice, even if he was too exhausted to explain. He wasn’t sleepy, just tired, like he wanted to sit and stare, but not sleep.

Parker wrapped herself around him, putting her head on his shoulder as she said: “It’s okay. I sometimes also don’t know what I want. We’ll just figure it out together.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Hardison agreed with her and Eliot wanted to cry at their kindness, but instead he just nodded weakly, giving in to taking up space when they didn’t seem to mind. He accepted the soup again and focusing on eating it and the warmth of Hardison and Parker as well as the blankets around him, instead of the thoughts swirling in his mind.

The two had the good sense to let him be, while they went back to the conversation he’d interrupted. It seemed they had been discussing the ethics of pushing someone of the building. Eliot had heard both sides of the argument often enough to tune them out and just listen to the tones of their voices as his mind sank away.

Content he stared into the void for a while. He didn’t keep track of the time, but it could have been minutes to an hour. In the time he ate his soup and let the bowl get taken away gently as the hot water bottle cooled and the shivers came back. His breath was wheezy and he sniffled, regularly interrupted with a cough.

After a while they put on a movie and cuddled on the couch with him, but he could not have told anyone later what the movie was.

They helped him to bed at some point, he brushed his teeth slowlyand slept long and deep, but when he woke up he was still in that hazy staring mood. Parker brought him a few crackers with more tea with honey that he ate gratefully giving her an, in her opinion, dopey smile, even if his eyes couldn't stay fully focused on her.

It was never brought up later and Eliot didn’t remember, but when Parker had asked him why he was smiling, he had told her in a hoarse whisper: “‘s nice, not bein’ alone.” And after that, he hadn’t been alone, because Parker had told Hardison, who had gotten a sad look in his eye, before getting Eliot and carting him off to the couch.

Eliot had gone along willingly. He couldn't really do more than think ‘hmm, warm,’ as he leaned in and stumbled along, but he was glad to just sit on the couch under a lot of blankets while Parker hung in the rafters and Hardison worked on some IDs.

He was pretty sure Sophie came by and he said hi to her and she told him something about talking to Nate, but he couldn't be sure. He should ask Hardison or Parker about it, because they had talked to her more and he should be interested in who went in and out of the apartment, check for security risks. But he was exhausted and he couldn't focus on anything.

Still, he was completely sure that if something were to happen, he would be up and ready to fight as best as he could, but his brain had shut off for anyone he’d deemed safe.

That night Hardison and Parker slept in his bed again, like they’d done at the hotel and the first night back in Portland. Their presence was calming and despite the chills, he felt warm.

During the night he didn’t wake up once, which was actually rare even with the sickness knocking him out constantly. The shivers had been waking him up for short moments, along with the coughing, but pressed between Parker and Hardison, he slept like a baby.

When he woke up, however, he was keenly aware of the cooling sweat on his skin and the every present smell of sickness in the air and the horrid taste in his mouth. He also then realized that meant Hardison and Parker were smelling it too and he let out a small noise of embarrassment, before he was even aware of it.

“What’s wrong, E?” Hardison asked and Eliot would rather just sink into the ground, but he couldn't so he burrowed into his blanket and wrinkled his nose.

“Are you still a mermaid?” Parker appeared where he had rolled away from Hardison.

“We watched The Little Mermaidrecently,” Hardison explained.

Eliot nodded. He might be able to talk, but his throat hurt and none of his thoughts stuck around for long enough to form into sentences he could verbalize.

Parker was still studying his face closely, while Hardison went on a mission to figure out what the noise had meant. “Are you in pain? Do we need to get you some pain meds?”

A grumpy, negative grunt.

“Okay, okay, no need to be so touchy feel-y. I get it, no pain meds,” Hardison backed off. “Is there any other discomfort?”

And there was, the taste and smell and the fact that Hardison and Parker were in the smell and not saying anything about it. Also the fact that his clothes felt grimy from the sweat that madehis skin feellike it needed to crawl off him if he ever wanted to feel comfortable and clean again. But he wasn’t telling them that, because they might want to do something about it, which would be even more embarrassing.

“He’s not telling us something,” Parker snitched on him and while he was glad her people-reading skills had increased, he didn’t like her using them on him. So, he hid in his blanket again as protest.

“There is something!” Hardison agreed, taking his silent protest as Parker’s words having truth and Eliot hated and loved them both for how well they could read him. It was dangerous to have people that close and it would hurt when they left, but to have a family again was nice.

Having them was nice.

Oh no. Abort. Abort. Not having those thoughts while they were in his bed and he was in just a shirt and boxers.

Actually, never those thoughts.

Never.

They were happy together and he only broke things. He was bad and needed to stay away from that and he knew it. Just had to ram it in a few more times before it would stick in his thick skull and- fuck they were still talking to him.

“… never tell us anything and I know you can’t talk and shit, but you really need to give me more than those blank, panicky eyes,” Hardison looked at him, before sighing in what Eliot would call a fond manner, if he didn’t know better. “You didn’t hear a word I was saying, did you?”

Sheepishly Eliot shook his head, wincing when that every present headache made itself known again.

“He feels bad about it,” Parker observed and he would love it if she stopped reading his face to Hardison and let him vanish in peace.

“Okay, it’s okay,” Hardison smiled and a knot loosened in Eliot’s chest, even when he hadn’t noticed it had been there. “I’ll ask again. He listening, mama?”

After a look Parker confirmed: “He is.”

“Good. So, Eliot, the thing that’s bothering you, could we do something to change it and help?” he asked and there was, but Eliot wasn’t showering with them near him again, maybe they’d hold him and the last time was too intense already. His mind spun when he thought about it, so yeah, he didn’t need a close repeat of that, not if he wanted to push Hardison and Parker away.

“I’m taking your silence as a yes,” Hardison informed him, snapping him back to the present, though he could play that off. He had been distant mentally ever since he got sick.

“So, what is it?” Parker asked, poking him and, oh yeah, he realized, them knowing something was up meant that they were going to needle him for answers until they had them.

Luckily for him, he had sat through worse torture and never breathed a word.

A few moments later and he was breaking. Parker kept on poking him and Hardison kept looking at him with those open, concerned eyes while he spoke too much for Eliot too keep track of everything, until it all became too much. “Uncomfortable,” he finally said. Well, tried to say, it sounded more like ‘un’omf’r’le,’ but that was besides the point.

“What’s uncomfortable, E?” Hardison asked, not unkindly.

“E’erythin’,” he replied, tugging at his shirt and wrinkling his nose as he smacked his lips and shuddered, before the shudder turned into a sneeze and a small, miserable cough.

“You feeling yucky, buddy?” Parker asked, earning her look form the other two. Defensively she shrugged: “What? It’s what they say in those movies and shows.”

And when she mentioned it, he did feel pretty yucky, even if he would never describe it like that out loud. Hardison, however, had no such qualms and he delighted in saying: “He probably does feel very yucky. But we can take care of that. I’ll start running a bath.”

Immediately Eliot felt conflicted and made a protesting noise. He wanted a bath, god, nothing sounded better than nice hot water on his sore muscles and cold, sweat stained skin, but if he had learned anything, it was that neither of them would leave him in peace in the bath and he was trying to distance himself, even if that seemed absurd with how both were in his bed, cuddling him through the night to keep him warm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back,” Hardison smiled, misinterpreting his noise and sweeping out of the room before Eliot could rectify the mistake.

Parker cuddled back into his side and confided in him: “He never breaks that promise. Took me a while to believe it too, but it’s okay. You’ll get there.”

Eliot didn’t understand, didn’t get how neither of them could see how wrong they were. He wanted to rip his hair out and- oh, there was a hand in his hair, getting out the tangles. It was nice and his mind blanked as he leaned into the contact, something he would berate himself for later.

He only remembered that he should have been convincing Parker that this was a terrible idea when Hardison returned. “You two gotta stop doing this to me, man. You look like a content cat. Now get up, we got a bath to get too.”

The blanket was pulled off him and the cold swept over him. He shivered hard and tried to flee into Parker’s side before he could even think about that action too hard. For a moment, he thought he was safe too, because she wrapped her arms around him like a hug, but then she turned it against him and dragged him to his knees with her.

“Man, I feel like I’m about to slaughter a puppy right now,” Hardison told him as he took Eliot from Parker and pulled him out of bed.

“He’ll be fine once he’s warm and clean again,” Parker assured him. “He’s just being a bit of a baby about it.”

“I think he’s allowed to be a baby about it,” Hardison said and Eliot would have a lot more opinions on the conversation if the room wasn’t spinning and he was barely keeping up with Hardison’s steps, completely trusting the hacker not to drop him. “I mean, look at how he’s shivering, can’t be comfortable.”

Eliot blinked again, the room was still swaying, but it was a different room than before. There was a hot steam in the air and there were tiles around him. The bathroom. He was too late to stop them and he gave in.

If anyone he used to know could see him now, they’d never believe it. The great Eliot Spencer giving into the whims of a hacker and a thief, not even fighting getting a bath even when he knew it was a security risk and something that could blow up in his face.

Deft hands were divesting him of his shirt and soon he was in just his boxers. The door opened and closed behind him as Parker vanished, while Hardison said: “She’s gonna change the sheets and I’m here to keep you from drowning. There are bubbles in the bath, but I can understand if you want to keep your boxers on.”

He nodded, because he would like to keep the boxers on. The steam was doing wonders for his throat, but he didn’t trust himself to speak just yet.

Hardison supported him at the elbows as he stepped into the bath. The water was warm and he sank into it gratefully with a soft sigh, his muscles were already loosening and the heat did nothing against the sleepiness that had been plaguing him. His eyes closed without his permission as the water embraced him.

A hand under his chin stopped him before he could sink underwater and his eyes snapped open to find Hardison smiling at him. “Told you I wasn’t going to let you drown. Go on, relax, Eliot. It’s okay, I got you.”

It was distinctly harder to relax with Hardison holding him up, his big warm hands were very distracting and Eliot was trying really hard not to be distracted. The water was like heaven on his muscles, so that helped and he could feel the steam clearing his sinuses and alleviating the strain on his throat.

Few minutes in and Hardison’s hands were just part of the little place of niceness away from all the discomfort that came with being sick.

Eliot knew he could have just existed like that forever, floating away from his body while still feeling the nice sensations, were it not for the door making noise again as Parker came in. He perked his head up and cracked one eye open.

She smiled at him and held up some clothes, which she put down as she skipped forwards, kneeling next to the bath. With open eyes she asked: “How are you feeling? Baths always make me feel tingly in a good way, are you feeling tingly?”

He didn’t know what hisface did at the question, but Hardison laughed: “I think he’s feeling plenty tingly, mama. I saw you with your hands in his hair, wanna wash it?”

Parker lit up at that and even if Eliot had been planning to protest – which hadn’t crossed his mind before it was too late – he couldn't have told her no with that face. So he watched as they switched places, feeling kinda awkward at both of the staring at him while he was going to face a vulnerable action.

Eliot wasn’t going to ask where she had gotten the skill, but she knew what she was doing as she slipped a hand under his neck, before slowly pushing him down into the water, until he was comfortably floating. She ran a hand through his hair and the final awkwardness slipped from his mind along with most of his thoughts as he leaned into the touch.

Under the water with his eyes closed, he couldn't see Hardison’s looks that he couldn't place with his fuzzy mind, nor Parker’s excitement and apparent happiness about taking care of him like he needed their help. He could just be and feel the tender touches that no one had given him in many years, everyone always quicker to see him as a threat to be avoided.

He was even slightly upset when Parker pulled him back up, a noise leaving his throat before he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to find Parker’s hands on him nice, she had a boyfriend. A hot boyfriend, but also a no-no on the touch list.

So, he kept quiet as Parker lathered shampoo into his hair. It was her shampoo, he was almost sure of it. Her hair always smelled like it and, if he remembered correctly, it had been a gift from Hardison. Now he had to fight both the blush as well as soft pleased noises.

And he failed at both.

“Ahw, man, the moment you feel better, I am so teasing you with this,” Hardison said. “You’re just too sad for me to do it now, but I will remember this. I’m probably not allowed to film you, right, because this is great.”

His response was going to be something along the lines of ‘Dammit, Hardison,’ but Parker was faster as she spoke for him: “Hardison! Shush, we just got him to accept a bit of nice things, don’t ruin our master plan.”

“Sorry, mama,” Hardison looked chastised and Eliot wanted to ask about the master plan, but Parker just hit a knot in his hair and he shivered against her touch instead and forgot was he was going to ask.

When Parker washed out his hair, she was careful not to get it into his eyes, but she also let him float a bit longer, the silence of the water stilling his swirling mind. It was empty now, which was better than the confusing half-thoughts and admonishes.

Still, the water was cooling around him and sooner than he’d like, Parker was letting him up as Hardison got him out of the bath.

He could at least stand on his own now and Parker left the two of them while Eliot got dried off and into new clothes.

Being able to stand on his own, however, didn’t mean it wasn’t still strange. His entire being felt soft and collapsible from the bath and sitting on the toilet with Hardison rubbing him down with a towel wasn’t helping. He couldn't even remember why he was allowing Hardison to do it, instead of drying himself, but the contact was nice and he got lost in it.

Soon there was a shirt floating in front of him and this time his shoulder was good enough to slide his armin it. Hardison had dried his stitches and mumbled something about them healing well, which Eliot appreciated. He didn’t need more of his body to turn against him like it was doing now with the way he swayed towards Hardison whenever then man moved away slightly.

The pants was still awkward as fuck, with Eliot leaning one hand on Hardison’s shoulder and looking away at the ceiling while Hardison helped him into dry boxers and sweatpants, patting him on the leg when he was done.

He expected to go back to bed, but Hardison had remembered all the little details and was standing in front of him with his toothbrush. He reached out for it, but his arm was heavy and fell halfway through the uncoordinated grab.

“Yeah, okay, this is just sad, open up,” Hardison said. Eliot didn’t comply and he raised a brow, before putting on a voice and going: “Come on, say ahhhh.”

Eliot glared at him, but said ahhh with a murderous glare that fell flat in the grand scheme of it all. He let Hardison steady his jaw, before he brushed his teeth. It was rhythmic and soothing and Eliot allowed himself to get lost in the sensations as Hardison took care of him, spitting in the sink and accepting the glass of water offered to him.

Then they returned to the bedroom, Hardison a steady presence at his side as had become the norm in the past few days.

When he got to his bedroom, the sheets had been changed and he never thought he’d see the day where that would make him emotional, but there were still tears trying to well up that he pushed down, because they were just so goddamnedthoughtful and they were taking care of him even when they didn’t need to.

It was just a lot. Eliot wasn’t used to it. And his brain would have told him to not get used to it, if it hadn’t been turned to slight mush by the sickness and the nice warm bath.

So, he got into the bed and burrowed into the clean sheets with a happy smile, not seeing the ‘oh my god, he’s being adorable like a puppy looks’ that Hardison and Parker shared as he whispered a soft thanks.

“No problem,” Hardison said. “Here scoot over, Parker picked a movie.”

And he did so gladly, even if he knew it was a play to get him to sleep again. He wasn’t fighting them, his brain felt warm and he wasn’t thinking straight enough just yet, so he let them cozy up to his sides as a movie he couldn't name played.

He napped till the evening then he ate more soup and he would complain about different nutrient intakes and diversity in a diet, but he was just glad that they cared enough to bring him food – and he would really have to thank the kitchen staff later for that too – while also not burning down his kitchen.

That evening, he stayed awake through the movie, which was a shitty horror movie that Eliot had never heard about and could have gone his entire life without knowing about it.

However, sleep took him for the night just as easily and he was looking forward to the day he could stay awake and think straight again. That day was not the next day, however, which passed in a similar fashion.

But, while he felt and looked like a wreck, on the fifth day back at the brewpub, he felt slightly better. His nose was still completely stuffed but with all the tea, the bath and resting his voice, his throat was much better already, even the coughing subsiding little by little. His appetite was still shit and he had no energy, his head was also constantly thrumming and his muscles hurt like he’d been fighting for hours, on top of his healing injuries that had fallen into the background of his general discomfort.

Still, while it wasn’t a lot, his head wasn’t so fuzzy anymore either. It meant he felt all the aches more, but he liked that he had a little more control over his head.

Sadly, because he had more control over his head, he remembered how this was all wrong and he should be far away from this.

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A/N:

Eliot goes from grumpy man to emotional wreck in three chapters and I commend him for that, because it takes me five minutes max

Also, it’s really hard to write a story when the person from whose POV it is written keeps falling asleep, like sir, I need you to write the fic, stop sleeping.

Fun fact!: I typed this ‘im aorry dioe ruinug your date nifht’ without looking, bc I am actually a shit typer in the sense that I type with two fingers (four if I’m in a hurry), lmao. How I get anything done is a miracle, though I am pretty fast despite it all.

I feel like I should also mention that I know nothing about taking care of sick people and this was written for the emotional care, not the realistic nursing techniques. Also don’t look too closely into what happened to all the injuries, I half forgot, oops

Btw, angstier chapter incoming, fear me >:3