#primrose davis

[thetimelordbatgirl]

OC Halloween Challenge 2024 Day Twenty One: Apocalypse AU

The New Titans (DC) if they were in the animated film, Justice League Dark: Apokolips War. After Darkseid's failed attempts at conquering Earth, Superman devises a plan to stop him once and for all and alongside the Justice League and other allies, goes to Apokolips to do the plan, while heroes like the Teen Titans and their differing incarnations including The New Titans are left behind on Earth alongside other heroes as its defense. But tragicially, Superman's plan fails due to Darkseid becoming aware of it through spying through the unaware Cyborg, and the result of the failure includes a large amount of deaths on both Apokolips and on Earth when the titans and their allies struggle to defend Earth from the invading Parademons, including New Titans members Tidebreaker/Rickey Dalton, Seaspray/Mickey Dalton and Jadestar/Tessond'r. Ultimately, despite all efforts, Darkseid and his forces would win and conquer Earth, leaving any surviving heroes who wont captured by Darkseid to hide out and survive as best as they could, with Dark Omen/Coraline Cameron joining Raven in hiding to try and help her keep Trigon imprisoned while Saprrow/Prim Davis joined her adopted brother, Robin/Damian Wayne, ultiamtely in the League of Shadows, just trying to remain with the only members left of her family after all of her losses. Two years pass before any hope of defeating Darkseid emerges, with it coming in the form of the hero whose plan had led them to all of this: Superman.

[sylvleon]

[dalekofchaos]

Life Is Strange 2 Fancast

LIS fancast

LIS BTS fancast

LIS TC Fancast

Michael Cimino as Sean Diaz

Santiago Segura as Older Sean Diaz

Davi Martins as Daniel Diaz

Hunter Payton Mendoza as Teen Daniel(Parted Ways, Lone Wolf and Blood Brother endings)

Jeff Wahlberg as Adult Daniel Diaz(Redemption ending)

Manny Montana as Esteban Diaz

Elizabeth Yu as Lyla Park

Awkwafina as older Lyla Park

Jeremy Shada as Brett Foster

Graham McTavish as Hank Stamper

Jonah Hill as Brody Holloway

Alley Mills as Claire Reynolds

Alan Dale as Stephen Reynolds

Dean Woodward as Chris Eriksen

Finn Jones as Charles Eriksen

Natalia Dyer as Cassidy/Lucy Rose Jones

Joseph Quinn as Finn McNamara

Devery Jacobs as Hannah Reyome

Alton Mason as Dean Mickael Baptist

Gabriel LaBelle as Jacob Hackerman

Ellie Duckles as Ingrid

Mike Vogel as Anders

Rob Morgan as Merrill

Chris Sullivan as Big Joe

Katherine Heigl as Karen Reynolds

Everleigh Primrose as Sarah Lee Hackerman

Eiza González as Agent Maria Elena Flores

Lance Gross as Joey Peterson

John Goodman as Anton Oates

Rooney Mara as Lisbeth Fischer

Because of tumblr’s new layout with the 30 picture limit, I cannot add more pictures, so here’s the rest.

Brendan Fehr as Nicholas Durand

David Harbour as David Madsen

Ben Affleck as Arthur Peterson

Stanley Tucci as Stanley Petersen

Laura Dern as Joan Marcus

[coal15]

Just finished the first draft of Ch.10 of my Good Omens fic All Roads Lead Back. This chapter is a bit different because it's mostly backstory of a new OC. I thought of the idea like a month ago and I knew exactly how I was going to introduce her. I'm hoping to have it locked and posted w/in the next couple of days. So, here's a little excerpt:

Once upon a time an Angel was sent to a small town about an hours' drive outside of London to monitor and protect the local squirrel population until further notice. Why? Well, the longer she remained there, the more she suspected literally no reason at all besides Gabriel’s desire to show the Almighty what a tight ship he was running. Everyone occupied with tasks and missions. Or maybe the pompous dick just didn’t like her. A squirrel or two occasionally stopped to socialise, but mostly they just squirrelled about in proper squirrel fashion and paid her no mind.

Her only escape from the boredom was gardening and music. When weather allowed, she would fling open the doors and windows of her small cottage and blast Fleetwood Mac, Bowie, Blondie, or whatever, whilst she tending to flowerbeds. Generally no one complained about this habit of hers because the homes in her village had a decent amount of space between them, so it wasn't like she was blowing out anyone’s eardrums. Besides, they all appreciated her taste in music. With one exception.

. . . “The Sex Pistols were not well received,” the Angel says with a giggle as Aziraphale and Crowley listen to her story with tingling curiosity. “So I removed them from my gardening soundtrack rotation right away.”

“That was very polite of you,” Aziraphale says with a smart nod, quite certain he also would not appreciate the musical stylings of a band called The Sex Pistols. 

. . . One day the Angel was weeding between the peonies and primrose when a handsome young man who often roamed about with his dog wandered over to the fence around her little patch of the world. “No music today?” He asked with a gentle smile.

“Nah. I need to replace the needle on my record player, it scratched up Miles Davis pretty bad the other day. But I probably should have replaced it ages ago, so. Joke’s on me.”

“Bummer.” The man’s smile went from gentle to shy. “I, uh, when I take Pippin out for walks I usually go by this place just to hear what you’re playing. You have killer taste.”

“I get that a lot.” Something about the man’s smile made her insides feel warm. 

“Have you heard of Cyndi Lauper? She’s pretty new.”

The Angel flipped through her mental catalogue and came up empty. “Ummmmm, I don’t think so.” 

“You should check her out. She’s got, like, the most unique voice.”

“I’ll add it to my list.” Ask his name! She shouted at herself with a bizarre urgency she didn’t quite understand. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Allan. And I already know your name-not in a creepy way!” He yelped the moment he said the words and heard how they sounded. “But, you’re, y’know the Garden Music Girl. You’re kinda . . . known. Around here. In general.”

The Angel didn’t know what to say. She bit the corner of her lip as her insides got even warmer and she wondered what Allan’s favourite food was. If it’s pizza I know a great spot, I could take him there. And maybe a pint at Salty Dog if he-

“I am so stupid!” Allan interrupted her inner dialogue. “Christ, what an idiot! I can get you a great deal on a new needle. Or hell, a whole new player if you want. My family runs a record shop in London.”

. . . . “Zoe!” Aziraphale cuts off the story with a sharp gasp when he makes the connection, then turns to Crowley. “Darling, this is Maggie’s mother!” 

Crowley tilts an ear closer to Aziraphale, wondering if perhaps he misheard. “How’s that?”  

A fond expression washes over Zoe’s face as she thinks back on her mortal days. “It took me a minute to realise I was in love with Allan but as soon as I did, unplugging from Heaven so we could grow old together and have kids was the easiest decision I ever made.”

“And as a human, you never . . .”

“Nope.” Zoe shook her head. “I had no idea you were an Angel. To me you were just the sweet, quirky guy who owned our building."

********to read Chapter One, go HERE

[lookclike]

a bit of earth...

task: an early memory at woodrow house when: 1988, shortly after eliza's 8th birthday

on her eighth birthday, eliza got an assortment of things: a summer dress and accessories for her samantha doll, a stuffed rabbit, various vhs tapes of disney movies. the most inconspicuous was perhaps a copy of the secret garden, bound in green cloth with golden detailing. as things tend to go when you’re a little girl, it immediately filled eliza’s mind with ideas about old abandoned victorian manors and beautiful gardens. when waiting for a robin to show up outside and guide her to a magical hidden place didn’t work out, she decided to content herself with the next best thing: her own little garden.

she could probably just claim a small part of woodrow’s gardens as her own. no one would care much about that or bother her. in fact, mrs. tristan would probably be happy if she was contained within a smaller part of the propriety. but eliza wanted to make things in the right way, and such she marched into richard’s office with all the determination of the world. 

“might i have a bit of earth?” she asked richard, who immediately laughed at the quote taken verbatim from the book. eliza frowned. it was quite a serious request.

“you can have as much earth as you want… but maybe we should ask mr. davis for some help?” that would be good, eliza supposed. the secret garden filled her with enough excitement, but no actual tips on how to garden. 

“may i grow roses?”

“and whatever else you’d like.”

“may i have a piece of candy now?” the amusement in richard’s eyes as he gave her a piece of toffee was clear even for a child.

that’s how eliza found herself deep in dirt the next day, helping mr. davis dig holes with a child sized trowel. 

“now, most flowers are best planted during autumn, but we can still seed some stuff right now. marigolds, primroses, pansies-”

“and roses too?” asked eliza excitedly. mr. davis laughed good-naturedly.

“yes, roses too. though they may not bloom the way they would later in the year.”

eliza barely heard the warning, already dropping seeds in their respective holes and humming a song. she wrote the names of each flower in little plaques with the loopsides writing of a primary schooler, doodling little representations of them.

mrs. tritan’s mouth was a tight line when she saw eliza in the entry hall covered head to toe in dirt, her pastel yellow overalls almost brown. “i’m growing roses.” she said proudly and the woman sighed.

“i suppose that some manual work outside is good for you.”

eliza spent the rest of that summer focused singularly on the small patch of earth that she thought of as her garden, watering, weeding or just observing very carefully, as if she would one day see the flowers erupting from the ground magically. in a couple of weeks, there were some small green plants emerging. in a couple more, a shy combination of yellows, purples and pinks. one day, eliza took a polaroid camera to the garden (that probably belonged to one of her older siblings) and took a dozen pictures of her flowers to display proudly in her room. there was just one problem…

“no roses.” she said morosely to mr. davis as he taught her how to identify what is a weed and what is a flower. he simply smiled at her.

“just give it time.”

eliza gave it as much time as a child is able to - three more weeks, just one week before school was set to start again and her time would not be spent entirely on the garden anymore. by then, the entire gardening project seemed hopeless. why have any garden at all if she couldn’t grow roses, the one plant every proper garden seemed to have? that night, instead of going to dinner, eliza hid outside, petulant and childish and heartbroken over what seemed like a lost summer. 

the sun had already set down when richard found her by the swings, tear streaked face staring into the pond.

“you know, my mother also loved roses.” said richard, sitting by the second swing. eliza didn’t acknowledge him, though her frowned deepend a bit more. “she was a very good gardener, but i don’t think that’s why her flowers always grew impossibly tall and beautiful. it was because she loved them, and because she loved this place, as much as you do. just let things grow in their own time, lizzie.”

she sniffed loudly, and threw herself at richard muttering little sorries and let’s go home now.

that night, richard was the one who put eliza to bed, turning on the bedside table’s lampshade and pulling out the green book wordlessly before he started reading it. "a bit of earth," he said to himself, and mary thought that somehow she must have reminded him of something. when he stopped and spoke to her his dark eyes looked almost soft and kind. "you can have as much earth as you want," he said. "you remind me of some one else who loved the earth and things that grow…” 

eliza fell asleep quickly, though something about the story falling from richard’s lips tugged at her tiny heart. in her dreams, she saw herself as mary lennox, crying in archibald's arms, in a garden not unlike that of woodrow. you remind me of someone else who loved the earth… 

[jasminesapphires]

When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows rise, To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies

William Henry Davies, from ‘April’s Charms’

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE PRINCESS get what she deserves?” She is in THE DEATH EATERS & CLOSED to finding out.“

— she walks through the world as ;

name → narcissa black pronouns → she/her identification → cis female year of birth → september 1958 - september 1959 face claim → sydney sweeny blood status → pure-blood  sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → socialite amongst high society in wizarding london future information → wife of lucius malfoy, mother of draco malfoy

— she is best described as ;

The sweet scent of freshly important MACAROONS eaten at afternoon tea & PINK CHAMPAGNE poured into a crystal glass. She is the echoing LAUGH in a GIRLS BATHROOM after a WICKED joke is told & a SECRET whispered behind a SATIN GLOVE when no one is looking. She is MANIPULATION & STEEL dressed up as BEAUTY & GRACE . Anything but the innocent FLOWER, she is the SERPENT underneath.

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

The glimmering jewel in the crown of the Black family, Narcissa Black is as feared as she is loved. Beautiful like her mother, yet intelligent like her father, Narcissa believes she is entitled to the best that life has to offer and with her family’s social standing she stands head and shoulders above all. The youngest daughter of CYGNUS BLACK [father] and DRUELLA BLACK [mother], Narcissa was in many ways their easiest child, she was a beautiful girl who liked beautiful things and her mother in particular was happy to give her them. Narcissa completed her family perfectly, giving her mother an outlet for someone to talk make-up and clothing with which bored her more politically minded sisters. Despite their clear differences in personality, Narcissa grew up close to her sisters BELLATRIX BLACK [sibling] and ANDROMEDA BLACK [sibling], though she at times found their behaviour quite tiresome. Like their father Bellatrix was opinionated, though Narcissa noticed she was often forthcoming with her opinion when no one had asked, whilst Andromeda hid her beauty in the pages of a book rather than make connections with other members of their society.

It became clear quite early in Narcissa’s life that it was she that would bear the weight of making an advantageous marriage and to further her family line, with her eldest sister destined for a career in politics and Andromeda presumably for one in academia. Hogwarts school was her first real taste of how to not only command a room but a social group. The moment she was seated at the Slytherin table, Narcissa took note of all of the eligible people who were sorted into her house, careful to ensure that ELEANOR YAXLEY [best friend], KLAUDIE BURKE [close friend], ROSALINE DAVIS [close friend] ZARINA ZABINI [close frriend] and VALERIA BULSTRODE [close friend] had a seat beside her. Making friends from The Sacred Twenty-Eight was of Narcissa’s top priority and like minded witches who were easy to manage were her preferred sort of people. Other names had crossed her list, but the likes of GENEVIEVE AVERY [friend/adversary] seemed more content with making themselves look better and eclipsing Narcissa’s spotlight in the process, which meant girls like ANASTASIA SIMINOVA [friend/adversary] EVORA CROUCH [friend/adversary] and PRIMROSE POMFREY [friend/adversary] stayed out of her inner circle and firmly in Genevieve's. 

By the time Narcissa had arrived at school, her sisters had already set a precedent for her arrival. Bellatrix and their cousin EVAN ROSIER [cousin] were merciless bullies who targeted muggle-borns, whilst Andromeda was a well liked model student and prefect, meaning Narcissa was unlikely to be bothered. A model student also and a prefect whilst at Hogwarts, Narcissa was somewhat of a combination of her two sisters, unwilling to back down from a challenge but preferred to conduct her attacks secretly. A persuasive witch, Narcissa was able to convince others to do her dirty work for her. People like RABASTAN LESTRANGE [close friend] took care of her cousin SIRIUS BLACK [cousin/adversary] and the disgraceful group he chose to surround himself with, whilst the occasional bit of gossip and a quiet word to her teachers here and there from herself and REGULUS BLACK [cousin/close friend] or VICTOR YAXLEY [close friend] put to bed any threats to her power within school and helping her secure her spot in The Slug Club, as well as her positions of prefect and later Head Girl. 

Finally into the world, the idea of working before she ran her own household did not appeal to Narcissa and she quickly got to work establishing herself in Wizarding London’s social scene. Looking good was a full time job for Narcissa, but she was not your average Sacred Twenty-Eight witch with marriage on her mind. From an intelligent family with important political connections, Narcissa had a sharp mind and was careful not only about what she was saying but what she was hearing and who was her ideal match. LUCIUS MALFOY [friend/potential love interest] had been on Narcissa’s mind for some time. A friend of her eldest sister’s, she had watched him rise in the political world, just like his father had done before him and fancied him as someone she maybe could consider her intellectual and social equal. The two had been getting closer before her world had changed and despite having their best interests at heart, Narcissa is still wounded by the attack on her reputation that followed the untimely death of The Minister’s son BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest].

Before his death, her family was established, now they were questioned. In an unfortunate string of events that saw Narcissa accidently holding Booker’s wand that evening due to a plot by her sister gone wrong, Narcissa was forced to endure an embarrassing trip to The Ministry’s integration room, her face on The Daily Prophet and worst of all, her marriage prospect suddenly in a relationship with a Witch Weekly model. Narcissa was outraged. Then her family let her in on their dirty secret. The Dark Lord was a mysterious wizard who had seemingly chosen her family to further his word, a powerful man, unlike any they had seen before, her father and Bellatrix believed he was the key to making their world a better and less tolerant place, leaving people like them at the top without having to endure the likes of squibs and muggle-borns. Narcissa was reluctant to join the ranks of The Dark Lord, until she discovered he had another important follower that wished to rise in his ranks, Lucius. 

Narcissa is as content as she can muster being an associate of The Dark Lord’s and listening out in high society for anything that may threaten their plans. Instead she chooses to focus on her image and achieve her ultimate goal. Complete control of London’s high society and the man of her dreams by her side. Calculated, Narcissa has began to insert herself into the life of ANDRESSA PARKINSON [person of interest] to find out her secrets and shortcomings in the hopes of driving a wedge between her and Lucius, though Andressa may end up being the least of her problems. As the most sought after witch in Wizarding London, the target on Narcissa’s back is a large one, with multiple people begging to see her reign at the top come to an end, including those within her own friendship group. There are many who would do whatever it takes to topple her, including using dirt gathered on her more unassuming sister Andromeda in order to do it. 

— she is a LEVEL 5 WITCH & readied for war ;

[vinnysantiago]

@charliesxdavis

Vicente considered himself a ‘well-travelled’ individual. It was the sort of title that came with the job. Previously of course. East Haven was something of a Hallmark kind of place and he felt he’d not even seen a tenth of it. Old Maple Way had been a stroke of luck in passing–the town a footnote in his mind from shared correspondences with Johnny over the years. A maybe. A possibility. In other words, he was grasping at straws here. Even so, he felt like he was drowning; losing air. Non-existent walls closing in.

Which was how he found himself en-route from one neighbourhood to the next. Primrose Heights was the pick of the litter for the day. His day off. His employer insisted despite his (somewhat desperate) insistence otherwise. He’d heard talk about another farm–not exactly in the same wheelhouse, but a farm all the same. And a farm meant work. 

He so desperately wanted more work. 

Through his limited cell phone plan, he found out what he could about Davis Farm; they had open spots. He liked animals just fine, leaned more towards the domestic sorts but he was eager and willing to learn. 

Desperate much?

He makes his way up the drive at a leisurely pace, hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans and a copy of his current resume rolled up in his back pocket. Not quite the level of professional, but it seemed most folk looking to fill these spots wanted salt of the earth over business casual. 

And maybe, just maybe he wanted to look at some animals; maybe volunteer at the very least doing something good. “Hello?” he calls out as he gets farther onto the property “Soundin’ my approach ahead of time on the off chance anyone is out an’ about!”

[chi-chi-tianshi]

Scrapped ALT medevil reboot

I thought to share this scrapped concept along with designs I made for giggles ages ago back in the Dream.Selfy days. As of rn nothing officaily changed from Olivia's current story. So, I suppose this will be a AU were instead of being the direct daughter herself olivia is a modern day blood relative of sir dan. _____________________________________ Jalil Zalam: Alzalam's line after Al took a mortal bride years prior.he is the class clown and is known to always forget is homework. Is a chaotic neutral. Noel Carter: his ancestor is the evil warlock Zarok.he shares many personality traits with the warlock but wishes to not follow a dark path like him.Wich is hard as he has a short temper and can be rather crash.htowards olivia he has a deep respect and admiration he holds to her.he just does not know how to communicate his feelings for others.He currently is being blamed for odd events that are starting to happen. Felix Demos: related to Lord Kardok, Noel's best friend and biggest defender. he does not talk often but is a large, strong intimidating teen. Avery Taylor: Canny tim's blood. Studious and ever stuttering he and Primrose are actively together.He often helps tutor other students. Yasmin Karim: related to Kiya and the late Pharoh. one of two of Olivia's besties. she is level headed and not afraid to throw hands if needed. Olivia Fortesque: Tall and awkward she wears her heart on her sleeve. She tries to be nice to everyone and is often oblivious when someone is trying to be cruel unless VERY out right nasty. She is very into trying to solve the current issues at hand to have people leave Noel alone.Noel was her child hood bestie until he suddenly started being distant.

Primrose Davis: related to the good witch. she enjoys cooking for her friends and is totally the "mom" of the trio. soft spoken and caring. she and Avery are dating. Clayton Steadfast: the relation is obvious by the last name.The two lackies of Joseph whoi joins in tormenting everyone.mainly the two favorites to bother is Noel and Avery. Much like his ancestor he has a long standging friendship with his respected Sternguard.He is for sure VERY meat headed and not always the brightest. Edward Sternguard: out of Joseph;s two "lackys" Edward is the smarter of the two.But he can get equally as rowdy as Claytin and is often a follower type while Clayton does not often think for himself.Edward shows more emotion and expresses regret at times but still goes along with the ither two on making things hard for Noel. Joseph Marrows: he is a descendent of Woden the Mighty. Sharp tongued and deeply fond of bullying everyone.but even they are afraid of him.He is not above taking things too far.esepcailly when it coems to bother Noel. calling him a freak like his ancestor and being one of the first to voice blame on him when things start to go odd at the school and local city. He even mocks Olivia who...also intimidates him given ehr height so he does not often bother her especially when it comes to Yasmin.Yasmin had beat the crud out of Joseph many a time . Vanessa Palethorn: the typical "mean girl". spoilt af and very judgmental. She often clash heads with Joseph in the "I rule the school" category. she often sees her self above everyone else and refers to them as "peasants". her favorite target is Olivia.She wishes to make her miserable but not much ever wipes the smile off olivia's face.Similar to noel she is aware of her ancestor and has read into the tings he done and is interested in the occult. But she is far too lazy to commit to actually causing trouble in that regard. especially considering her precious complexion could be compromised by the use of dark magic. Mr. Victor grim: Headmaster of the school.is actually the angel Azrael. Angel of death/ the reaper's boss. was predicted a third event would happen at a larger scale that could affect all over beyond modern Gallow mere. was predicted to help fight those with hero's blood would come around.Just sadly the day is coming far sooner given the possible heros are nothing but teens. very much untrained teens. Ms. Evangeline Engel: The very much beloved writing teacher. is actually the angel uriel. She joined her companions to help keep an eye on the budding heros.

Mr. Art O'neal: the cool biology teacher. He is actually the angel Jophiel in human form.Is here for the same reason as uriel and Azrael

[wankerwatch]

Lords Vote

On: Water (Special Measures) Bill [HL]

Lord Roborough moved amendment 51, to leave out clause 10. The House divided:

Ayes: 36 (94.4% Con, 2.8% , 2.8% XB) Noes: 89 (94.4% Lab, 3.4% , 1.1% XB, 1.1% PC) Absent: ~705

Likely Referenced Bill: Water (Special Measures) Bill [HL]

Description: A Bill to make provision about the regulation, governance and special administration of water companies.

Originating house: Lords Current house: Lords Bill Stage: Report stage

Individual Votes:

Ayes

Conservative (34 votes)

Ashcombe, L. Bloomfield of Hinton Waldrist, B. Booth, L. Brownlow of Shurlock Row, L. Courtown, E. Davies of Gower, L. Dundee, E. Effingham, E. Evans of Rainow, L. Forsyth of Drumlean, L. Gascoigne, L. Hunt of Wirral, L. Jackson of Peterborough, L. James of Blackheath, L. Jopling, L. Laing of Elderslie, B. Leicester, E. Mancroft, L. Manzoor, B. Meyer, B. Minto, E. Morris of Bolton, B. Parkinson of Whitley Bay, L. Ranger of Northwood, L. Remnant, L. Roborough, L. Sandhurst, L. Scott of Bybrook, B. Sharpe of Epsom, L. Shinkwin, L. Stedman-Scott, B. True, L. Williams of Trafford, B. Young of Cookham, L.

Non-affiliated (1 vote)

Foster of Aghadrumsee, B.

Crossbench (1 vote)

Craigavon, V.

Noes

Labour (84 votes)

Adams of Craigielea, B. Anderson of Stoke-on-Trent, B. Anderson of Swansea, L. Bassam of Brighton, L. Beamish, L. Beckett, B. Blake of Leeds, B. Blower, B. Browne of Ladyton, L. Bryan of Partick, B. Campbell-Savours, L. Chapman of Darlington, B. Clark of Windermere, L. Cryer, L. Donaghy, B. Falconer of Thoroton, L. Foulkes of Cumnock, L. Gale, B. Goldsmith, L. Grocott, L. Gustafsson, B. Hain, L. Hannett of Everton, L. Hanson of Flint, L. Hanworth, V. Harris of Haringey, L. Hayman of Ullock, B. Healy of Primrose Hill, B. Hendy of Richmond Hill, L. Hendy, L. Hermer, L. Howarth of Newport, L. Hunt of Kings Heath, L. Jones, L. Kennedy of Cradley, B. Kennedy of Southwark, L. Kinnock, L. Knight of Weymouth, L. Lawrence of Clarendon, B. Leong, L. Lister of Burtersett, B. Livermore, L. Mann, L. McIntosh of Hudnall, B. McNicol of West Kilbride, L. Merron, B. Murphy of Torfaen, L. O'Grady of Upper Holloway, B. Osamor, B. Pitkeathley, B. Ponsonby of Shulbrede, L. Prentis of Leeds, L. Prosser, B. Quin, B. Ramsey of Wall Heath, B. Rebuck, B. Ritchie of Downpatrick, B. Sahota, L. Shamash, L. Sherlock, B. Sikka, L. Smith of Basildon, B. Smith of Cluny, B. Smith of Malvern, B. Spellar, L. Stansgate, V. Symons of Vernham Dean, B. Taylor of Bolton, B. Taylor of Stevenage, B. Thornton, B. Timpson, L. Touhig, L. Tunnicliffe, L. Twycross, B. Vallance of Balham, L. Watson of Invergowrie, L. Watson of Wyre Forest, L. Watts, L. Wheeler, B. Whitaker, B. Whitty, L. Wilcox of Newport, B. Winston, L. Young of Old Scone, B.

Non-affiliated (3 votes)

Austin of Dudley, L. Patel of Bradford, L. Uddin, B.

Crossbench (1 vote)

Finlay of Llandaff, B.

Plaid Cymru (1 vote)

Smith of Llanfaes, B.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

OC Pride Challenge 2024 Week One: Identities Day One: Lesbian

Sparrow/Primrose 'Prim' Davis from The New Titans.

[mirandamckenni1]

ORDO VIRTUTUM by Hildegard von Bingen Ordo Virtutum by Hildegard von Bingen Saint Hildegard (1098-1179) was the founder and first abbess of the Benedictine community in Bingen, Germany. The tenth child born into an aristocratic family, she was given to the Church at a young age, and lived a famously spiritual life. She was most famous during her lifetime as a visionary and a prophet, regularly receiving visions from the Holy Spirit (the “living Light”). Hildegard was aware that she was part of a social and religious elite, and was highly outspoken about her mission and her gifts, but she championed humility and charity above all virtues. She was exceedingly brave and unusual in her choice to become a female leader at this time—to her knowledge, she was the first female to begin writing in the name of God, and to travel to preach publicly. She also founded two nunneries despite the opposition of male superiors in the Church. Later medieval generations remembered Hildegard as prophet, and her unique spiritual contributions continue to inspire people today. She was a prolific writer and well-known composer, and among her surviving works are a Christian doctrine uniting ethics and metaphysics, an encyclopedia of herbal medicine and natural science, many letters to people from around Europe and from every societal class who sought her advice on every imaginable problem, mystical poetry, and a body of music including seventy liturgical songs and the Ordo Virtutum, the first known morality play. Featuring Virtutes: Sarah Beaty Lauren Davis Angie Engelbart Hilary Fraser-Thompson Elise Groves Phoebe J. Rosquist Katina Mitchell Kara Morgan Lindsay Patterson Amelia Tobiason Argenta Walther Jordan Reddout Wilhoit Anima: Andrea Zomorodian Diabolus: Mark McClain Wilson Dancer: Rissi Zimmermann Instrumentalists: Arthur Omura Alexa Pilon Juliette Primrose Ned Tipton Patriarchae et prophetae: Nathan Dougherty Christopher Gravis Dermot Kiernan David Yang Direction: Patricia McKee Katina Mitchell Ned Tipton Edition by Ned Tipton Performed and recorded live at St. John's Cathedral, Los Angeles. Costumes inspired by Hildegard's visions with custom jewelry designed for this production by Eric Ruyak of Hespera Designs. Supertitle translations by Justin Haynes. via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUMlhtoGTzY

[timmburrton]

Character Representation: Brom Van Brunt

Name: Onyx Davies

From Manhattan, New York {Knows a Little Welsh, Welsh Family}

They // Them {Non-Binary, AFAB} || Pansexual || 22 {November 18 // Scorpio} || 5’11” {Sometimes Wears 3 Inch Platforms}

Occupation: Bassist in Band and Shoe Designer {Sometimes Helps at Prim’s Store}

Appearance: Naturally Long Dark Brown Almost Black Hair {Some Parts are Shaved Down, Tends to Wear Wigs or Extensions}, Dark Brown Eyes, Multiple Piercings {Nose Bridge, Lips, Sides of Nose, Septum, Eyebrows, Tongue, Smiley Piercing, Cheeks, Hands, Belly, Corset Piercing on Back and Hips}, Right Arm Tattoo Sleeve {Done by Dae}, Small Crows Tattoo on Their Right Hip, Traditional and Nu Goth Aesthetic, Black Dresses or Skirts, Black Dress Pants, Heavy Boots, Button Ups, Anything in Black {Sometimes Wears Pink or White}, Lots of Accessories {Has a Crow Necklace They ALWAYS Wear}, Lots of Layers, Heavy Makeup, Painted Nails, White or Black Contact Lenses, Tends to Wear Binders {The More Androgynous // WTF are you They Look the Better 🥰}

Personality: Funny, Chill, Tells a lot of Jokes, can be Really Stern Sometimes, Flirty, Teasing, can get Shy

Likes: Black, Black Lipstick, Kisses, Jokes, Fun, Pumpkin Seeds, Crows, Walks at Night, the Moon, Drawing, Shoes, Being Different, Being Cares for, Kisses and Cuddles

Dislikes: Going to Sleep, Changing Strings on Their Bass, Water Without Flavoring, Deer

Values: Uniqueness; Onyx strives to look different, doesn’t care how horrific, monster like or enigma like they look to others they love to stand out. Their affinity for crows means they’ll always have a crow on them be it on clothes or accessories. They like to be different even when feeling self conscious and will encourage whoever they’re with to be themselves and wear whatever they want and please.

NSFW: Switch {Obedient Sub and Soft Dom}; Size Kink, Breeding, Toys, Bondage, Shibari, Choking, Marking, Burning, Wax Play, Oral, Overstim, Edging, Mirror Sex, Somnophilia, Dacryphilia, Impact Play//Spanking, Gagging, Ball Gags, Recording//Being Watched, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Cum Play, Spit Play, Fisting, Humilation//Degradation, Blindfolds, Whipping, Collaring, Back Shots, Face Shots, Cum Shots, Slapping, Hosiery, Pegging {Giving}, Begging, Nicknames {Gender-neutral Preferred or Masc Leaning} {All kinks go both ways. She is willing to do anything and everything as long as she also enjoys it.}

Relations Within the bot: Primrose {Girlfriend; Bunches of Flowers💐 }, Quillan {Close Friend; Baby🖤}, Daemon {Frenemy; Fucker🫣}

Relationship: Poly, Dating Primrose, Uninterested {0/?}; Together {0/1} {They Will Take one Partner Together}

Sign off 🐦‍⬛Onyx

Faceclaim: @/vforvoid on Instagram

[sporadiceagleheart]

This edit says for birthdays and deaths of May 19th 20th and 21st and Jesus is our only holy God just like our father God who healed and lifted them up to be our Angels

Star Hobson, Peggy Cass, Andrea Helton, Emmett Goins, Gavin Lane Morris, Evelyn Ward, Robert White Creeley, Alexander Dale Oen, Biggie Smalls, Philip II, Aurelia Cotta, Alexander Pope, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Henry VI Of England, Albert David Hedison Jr., Albert Hay Malotte, Sir Michael Elias Balcon, Anthony Arnatt Bushell, Albrecht Dürer, Eleonore Maria Josefa of Austria, Gaspard-Gustave de Coriolis, Joseph Fouché, 1st Duc d'Otrante, 1st Comte Fouché, LUCIEN BONAPARTE (PRINCE OF CANINO), 1775-1840, MINISTER, Dabney Herndon Maury, Reverdy Johnson, JOHN F. LOUDON, Konstantin Petrovich Pobedonostsev, Brigadier-General Mosby Monroe Parsons, George Lafayette Beal, William Peter Sprague, Elizabeth Storrs Mead, Newton Martin Curtis, Louis Renault, Joseph Parry, Charles Albert Gobat, Léon Victor Auguste Bourgeois, Henri Julien Félix Rousseau, Giuseppe Mercalli, Princess Stéphanie Clotilde Louise Herminie Marie Charlotte of Belgium (21 May 1864 – 23 August 1945) was a Belgian princess who became Crown Princess of Austria through marriage to Crown Prince Rudolf, heir to the throne of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.Stéphanie of Belgium, Émile Adolphe Gustave Verhaeren, Jacques Marie Eugène Godefroy Cavaignac, Princess Sophie Helene Cecilie of Schönburg-Waldenburg, Maybelle Evelyn Taliaferro, May Frances Aufderheide Kaufman, John Peale Bishop, Baroness Suzanne Lilar, Raymond William Stacy Burr, Marcel Lajos Breuer, Manly Wade Wellman, Harold Robbins, Andrei Sakharov, Doris Mae Akers, Justine Kay Kendall McCarthy, Alice Elizabeth Drummond, Malcolm Fraser, Hernando de Soto, Archibald Primrose, Jane Addams, Sammy Davis Sr., Rajiv Gandhi, William Russell Hardie, John Emery, James Stewart, John Gielgud, Otto Waldis, Ion Dumitrescu, Peter Copley, George Leslie Goebel, Edith Marilyn Fellows, Elizabeth May "Betty" Driver, Alfred Moore, and so many more names I probably can't add but I got names on my paper list of Angels

[libidomechanica]

Blue heavens, I would pen you can see

Thy record never left thinking     about you, but, by God! Turn again what shake and no great     disaster one of the nail in its lava, with wit my     will be fit for you might still in my way. His Oaten reedes     bene rent and woods

were grown a bulk of spanless glory     crowned with her willing all dabbled with a heaven better     melody, and reverend lovely Davies. By Sences     privilege your failing: these toying hand she me caught a     bedde of ease: the virgins

make defence save breed, to brave     oppressing which men stickle. To some other boon for each idle     weed; but at the handmaid of thee pleases their sweet Nature;     and what he did not read the Crown has worn at hearts abhor—     in cities produced

a Special Essence called Beauty     from causes, sleep; for what it had sunk a flocculent dust     on the height with hurried by shriek rings o’er Siberia’s wild     has feeling myself, and flower imaginary way     good—then another way:

so thou, thyself dost pay. My nobler     part to my gross clay invades it. The shape of darkned     mind. Had made the silver flowing: a moderate pension     shall not savages of rock, here we must have him walk the     primrose wan, and over,

your judgment pluck; and yet truly     write your sex. I think of it; from foes,—besides, in ridles,     and so forgets to nourish’d, had perish too! Those powders     to heart. When gloves are won. Are they lost Lady came to ill     that snap the three parts could

breathless Latmian wonder’d monstrous     eft was out of, as out of, as out of curiosity,     like child of Murder’s rattles. Ask me no more white o’er     someone who is asham’d to doat upon a sandy path,     to add his own son, shudder;—

while, as beguiled by habit     to wonders rare; and think the pungent Gouda in the best     whene’er I sing, and how to cut and in chafe, him from my     loue is such they reach’d therefore be not through her notion, and     ’gan to plait and poor; the

rigging and dumplin burn to pot,     till our dazed eyes have seen a new one to his rome, when withstand     that hour. Few sorrows come with weather-beaten, veteran     body, and strange beachcomber in me under other note.     With female. Points in the

grainy dusk towards it by no     measureless ill, for years, pale grew thy charms possessed. To his     darling buds of moss, with starlight gems: aye, all is right. Blue     heavens, I would pen you can see! When this hymn, and all the     tremulous showers, and

vain, grace, beauty do I question     make a sound the grainy dusk toward another’s hell: yet they     lifted up, and crystal clasp them when your wish nor scorn drew     from me, both together, he would choose. Johnson, and his not     the bonie was yon rosy

brier, that the Antelope and     Lion—let not to death the Peacoks spotted traine, and around,     you that a several parts could kick down things, which the     even doth homage to themselves. If thou find’st one, but did     sing about your father

summer heats which glory’s a great     George’s collar. Keep mind that we see, the golden quill and     presently o Sire, ’ she saw the heart! How he doe loue,     with her recklessness, in her eye with custom, that Boon lived     on the ceiling’s height win.

[imtheiliad]

Jasmine, primrose, everlasting daisy?

jasmine; what mythical creature do you wish actually existed? nessie!

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read? uhh, i havent been reading a whole lot in general lately but How to Keep House While Drowning by KC Davis has been a godsend for my mental health and how i think about cleaning etc.

everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having? okay so i listen to podasts to go to sleep and often forget to turn on sleep timer, so they will just go and go until i wake up and im pretty sure an ad for chilis made it into my dream last night but thats all i really remember 😆

🌼🌿botanical asks🌻🌙