#prodigal son icons

[virtuemoires-sources]

icons of women i'm in love with but not in any particular order.

[ru-inn]

I love Michael Sheen so much that man is an acting genius and so talented. The things he does with micro-expressions are especially beautiful and he shines in every role I’ve ever seen him in. He is, in my opinion, the blueprint of an acting chameleon, he completely transform into roles and obviously cares so much for his characters. I wanna see more Michael appreciation please and thank you.

[i-remember-yyou]

[chalagoat]

Every day I wonder why the gods hate me so much, as clearly my ideal job would be holding one of those umbrellas to protect this handsome man from the sun.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[kat-rose-griffith]

Every time I see Michael Sheen I just think about how much I miss Prodigal Son

[chalagoat]

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

[afterglowsainz]

we used to have more pt. 4 | oscar piastri, pato o’ward

part 1 part 2 part 3

pairing: oscar piastri x reader, pato o’ward x reader

summary: where a talk in a hotel room and a work trip to mexico make things clear for you

fc: different girls from pinterest

warnings: mentions of toxic relationships

a/n: ahhh sorry it took me a while to post this! but finally here it is the last part of this mini series that i loved creating <3 thank you so so much for supporting it the way you did, all the comments, reblogs and likes meant the world to me while writing it💗

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yourusername home sweet home

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username dry ass caption

username girlie is NOT happy to be back

username y/n i know you wanted to stay in america but you can at least act a little bit more excited to be back 😭

username the fact it was sunny all weekend and she posted a pic of the only HOUR of rain is diabolical

declanmurray you can at least pretend

yourusername i’m not contractually obligated to

username pls 😭

username idc she’s down MOTHER IS BACK

oscarpiastri happy you’re back! ❤️

username chat when the guy you’re off and on for years says he’s happy you’re back how to do you react?

username ohhh but we’re having THE fashion icon that is y/n again at the paddock i cannot complain

patriciooward have fun!

yourusername <3333

username pls the way she ignored oscar so severely 😭

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patriciooward can never say no to a side quest

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username NORBIIII 🥰

username every photo was whiplash after whiplash

username incredibly cute and incredibly hot

username don’t push girls

username i am that cookie actually

username i need him in a way that’s concerning for feminism

yourusername boys 🥹

patriciooward miss you!

username no they are my parents

username oscar i was rooting for you but now … i’m not so sure

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yourusername the prodigal son returns home 🇲🇽

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username omg is this a hard launch??? what is this !!!

username patoooo 💖

username the way you can see everything about her posting changed since she arrived in mexico

username is it wrong to assume it’s because she’s with pato again? 😩

username pato and y/n in mexico is everything

username ohhhh oscar reaaaally fumbled this time

username nahhh im being delusional thinking oscar still has an opportunity (pls y/n give him a chance 😩)

username well, at least she’s posting again 🥳

patriciooward ☀️

yourusername ☀️✨✨💫

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f1gossip indycar and mclaren’s reserve driver patricio o’ward was seen last night having dinner and sharing a kiss with f1 community manager y/n y/l/n

it has been rumored for a few years that she was on a relationship on and off with mclaren’s oscar piastri, but it was never confirmed as the driver kept going back to his exgirlfriend

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username not oscar catching strays 😭😭

f1gossip 🤷🏽‍♀️

username honestly i can’t be mad about this. she deserves someone who makes her happy and pato obviously likes her. they look good together 💗

username THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE

username someone check on oscar 😩

username watch him go back to his exgirlfriend after hearing the news 🙄

username genuinely hoping he doesn’t do that otherwise he’s just reinforcing y/n’s decision of moving on

username anddd that relationship CANNOT be healthy, for either of them

username i knew they were together from day one, y’all were just blinded by oscar

username because they’re meant to be 😭😭

username in another life perhaps!

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patriciooward favorite place with the greatest company ❤️

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username ahhh the masters of hard launching i’m so here for this

username THE DRESS

username i don’t know if i wanna be pato or y/n in this situation

username okay don’t rub it in 😭

miguelsossa where’s my photo creds for the second one? 🤨

patriciooward 📷: miguelsossa

miguelsossa thanks it means a lot make sure to pin that comment so everyone can see

username pls why did i thought y/n and pato went out without the whole gang 😭

declanmurray HAH don’t make me laugh

milesbaldwin we do leave them alone sometimes

patriciooward …

lissiemackintosh 😮

username speechless at this

username i’m sure pato is a saint because dealing with y/n’s friends must be a handful 🙏🏽

yourusername beautiful 🤍

patriciooward how’s the weather now? :)

yourusername warm enough, you?

patriciooward clear skies

username STOP THEYRE SO CUTE 🥰

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oscarpiastri happy place ❤️

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[medievalanchoress]

Hi, if you ever feel up to it, I'd love to see a books recs post from you! ✨️

without ruminating too much on it, off the top of my head, my top five authors are:

-Virginia Woolf (The Waves, Mrs. Dalloway, To the Lighthouse, Orlando). if you’re having trouble getting into her work, begin with A Room of One’s Own.

-Marcel Proust (Swann’s Way, In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower, The Guermantes Way). an absolute must-read at some point in one’s life and i hope to one day reread the first four volumes of La Recherche and make it to the seventh!

-Elena Ferrante (The Neapolitan Quartet, The Days of Abandonment). if you enjoyed My Brilliant Friend (or even the tv series), i’d highly recommend reading her collection of essays, Frantumaglia, too.

-Vladimir Nabokov (Pnin, Pale Fire, Lolita, Invitation to a Beheading; Speak, Memory).

-Marilynne Robinson (Housekeeping, Home, Lila, Gilead). an American author who writes in spare, beautiful prose with a theological underpinning; the first book here broke my heart while the last three books listed form a trio of sorts, an expanded rumination on the Parable of the Prodigal Son. 

beyond the above list, many of my favorite books from high school still feel fresh: Sula by Toni Morrison, One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby, Hemmingway’s A Moveable Feast, as well as the iconic sad girl books that i think are damn well-written: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath & The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. 

my favorite classics include Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, My Ántonia by Willa Cather, Kafka's selected short stories, Aeschylus' Oresteia, and, of course, Homer's Iliad + Odyssey (trans. by Fagles). i’m not super up to date on contemporary novelists but i like include John Banville (The Sea), Michale Ondaatje (The English Patient, Cat's Table), and Donna Tart (for her fashion sense, reclusive lifestyle, and The Goldfinch & The Secret History obviously). Rachel Cusk's work is also dryly witty and good. finally, i have a soft spot for well-written memoir; it's a genre that gets put down sometimes but Lit by Mary Karr, Firebird by Mark Doty, and Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? by Jeanette Winterson (btw i highly recommend her fiction too) saved my life in small but meaningful ways. 

well, this answer is itself fast approaching a novel, so i will end by saying, if anyone would like a book rec, tell me a few books you like or what you’re in the mood for and i’ll try to come up with a reply. 😌

xxx Ana 💫

[vshorttaxiway]

okay I'm pretty sure this isn't a new concept but this whole idea is the reason I've made this godforsaken tumblr, so I humbly present for your consideration...

top gun/marauders parallels

mav and sirius

complicated family background

pretty boy turned dilf

short

little bit too up himself for his own good

motorbike/leather jackets

goose and james

would die do anything for his wife and baby boy

adopts a mouthy short twink into his family at the drop of a hat

class clown

burns bright and dies young

"why is it always you two"

. . .

I'm sorry

moving on!

rooster and harry

the prodigal son

looks scarily like his father, down to the shared iconic glasses

shares his father's sense of humour, but is more reserved and angry because he only knows his father in memories (deeeeeep)

must reconcile with his godfather due to a misunderstanding (if you want to go really far here you can argue both of these misunderstandings stem from his now dead mother trying to protect him)

hangster and drarry

a man and his arrogant blonde boyfriend rival

I have 100 more here including icemav/wolfstar and dagger squad/golden tro era characters but Tumblr has that stupid 10 image limit. if this gets one (1) note I'll make a part two

[the0verboss]

WIP WHENEVER

I saw this on @flamemittens blog and thought eh why not...

So this is installment 4 of my Durgetash fics, and installment 3 is fighting me tooth and nail on being written so we might never get to this part.

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Gortash suspects where he is even before he hears the voice. Consciousness is coming back to him slowly, but the scent of fresh blood and old decay that permeates the air is a good first indicator. By turns, sickly sweet and sour rot, with none of the chemical preservatives found in his own carrion dens. There's a stone slab at his back and even trying to wiggle a finger is impossible. A low droning chant can be heard, the sound bouncing off the walls and filling the space with a persistent hum. The quality of the tone suggests not only that the room is massive, but between that and the air moving through it Gortash also guesses that it's subterranean. Subtle echoes, a deep dripping, though nothing like bats or birds or other such vermin. Strange for a cavern, though perhaps not strange for this cave.

And then he hears her.

“Open, open, little lordling. Your savior comes.”

There's the quick swipe of moving air and a sharp sting at his eyelids before they pop open involuntarily. Above him Orin the Red dangles her dagger directly above his left eye. Gortash can feel his Netherstone quiver at the perceived hurt, Orin testing the bonds of the pact that binds them and in turn the pact that binds the brain. At least she hasn't removed it.

Now that he can see his surroundings the Chosen of Bane is certain of his location. This is the temple of Bhaal.

“Look, look, would-be-king. How splendid your knight rides in.”

Orin’s touch has always made Gortash’s skin crawl. The shadowy whirls that undulate over her skin have a notable texture. Though not quite slimy they slither, the movement perceptible even through his garments. He can feel them all the more when her corpse cold hand presses against his bare cheek, forcing his head to turn and look toward the stone staircase that descends to them.

Achaia stands at the top, a resplendent fury, every inch Bhaal's prodigal son, come home.

Oh, and a vision of the past he is, like he’d stepped out of Gortash’s own memory. Achaia’s mattes have been lengthened, braided down to the floor and decorated with gold beads and Bhaalist icons. His skirts sway with every imperious step, gold rings on his bare toes, Stillmaker at his hip. The fine red shawl, sheer, is tucked into a belt and wrapped over one half of his chest, its long tail held in the opposite hand. Head held high, ruby eye burning and focused on Orin alone, he ignores her assassins entirely. The Amulet of Bhaal he’d received from the tribunal laid proudly on his bare chest for all to see.

Behind him Gortash can see Karlach, the wizard and Ravengard’s ignominious spawn. With a wave of his hand Achaia commands them to stay back as he makes his way down. Soon enough he steps into the circle of chanting Bhaalists, ready to face his tempestuous sister. He says nothing in greeting, merely crossing his arms over his chest, glancing over the altar before returning his attention to Orin.

“Oh, sweet sibling, I saw you slip sliding, all caught up in the tyrant’s lies. Just like last time. So I've made it easier for your mincemeat of a mind.”

Achaia snorts at her and shakes his head. “I have no intention of legitimizing your claim by sacrificing Bane’s Chosen at your demand. I have not come to duel you, little sister, I have come to take what is mine by rights. Heel, or die.”

“Rights, Rights! As though you did not sacrifice every right for this wretch!”

Achaia’s brow furrows, but he makes no denial of the charge Orin brings against him. The Bhaalists of the circle have gone quiet, their chanting paused as Bhaal's own offspring are speaking. Living totems of their chosen deity, every word must be near on sacred to these lesser devotees. If he was capable, Gortash thinks he might almost pity them, caught in a family feud of this magnitude,likely to be pulped regardless of the outcome.

The moment of silence stretches, Orin waiting for an acknowledgement Achaia either can't or won't give her.

“You still don't remember, do you blood-kin?” Orin taunts after a while, a manic kind of glee in her voice. She shifts her form effortlessly, and then there are two of Achaia, staring each other down. Both haughty, both sneering, unimpressed with the other. When Orin speaks next it's with Achaia’s own haunting lilt. “How you screamed as my knife split your skull? Your brain juices, sticky and sweet. A little hole, big enough for the worm, your body a blood sack to feed it. One parasite, exchanged for another. Blasphemous womb of Bhaal strung up by the sinews and plucked by my hands!”

From where he's laid out on the altar Gortash can see the confidence that had been on Achaia’s face melt away, replaced with uncertainty. A far away look the man sometimes gets when a memory is sitting just out of reach.

“What did you say?” He whispers.

Orin laughs, the pitch right but the cadence all wrong. Her blood red blade taps against the scar on her transformed abdomen. The one bisecting Achaia’s belly, horizontally, just beneath his navel. The one Gortash knows hadn't been there before Achaia went missing.

“Did you really think I'd allow you to carry on such heresy? To use Bhaal's own flesh to propagate with such filth? It fit in the palm of my hand, you know. A putrid morsel. Murdered before it could even truly be brought to life. Father was so proud!”

And finally the other shoe drops.

Gortash thinks back to the moldering throne room of Moonrise towers. To catching Achaia in private counsel with Ketheric before everything went wrong. He'd felt betrayed then, to find the man he thought of as his partner plotting behind his back. They'd shouted at one another, all three of them. But even when he'd stormed off, he had been none the wiser to what the other two Chosen had been discussing.

Now that he thinks on it, there had been another there. A cleric of Myrkul. A former midwife if he recalls it correctly; few Mykulites had been stationed in the tower proper. He’d disregarded the man before, but now in light of this new information Gortash can see the plot for what it had really been. Not a plot at all, and he thinks about the look that had been on Achaia's face when he burst in that closed door, shock and adoration. A single hand over his bare belly.

A secret yes, but not a betrayal. His Bhaalspawn had wanted that child. His child. Sin enough that it had cost Achaia, cost them both their easy ascension. The wicked misdeed that had forced Orin’s hand into action, in Bhaal’s name.

From the slack jawed look on Achaia’s face, even though his memory is gone, he too has put the pieces together. His single flaming red and black eye settles on Gortash’s face. The man is near vibrating and whether it is grief or rage remains to be seen.

“Did you know?” He breaths out, shoulders dropping, and Gortash wishes he were not stuck naked to this damn altar. Paralyzed so he can not even shake his head. Can only hope to convey with his eyes that- No, he didn’t.

Achaia must read him right because he looks away from him and makes no advance on him. Surely if he'd thought Gortash had known and kept it from him he'd cut his throat himself. Instead his eyes have traveled back to Orin, who has shed her disguise in a flurry of dust.

Achaia can feel the Urge rising in him, ravenous hunger fueled by his rage. His vision, already clouding with the blood haze. Sarevok had made mention of his shameful lack of progeny when he’d asked after Orin’s own parentage. To think there had been one, a legacy, a future, and she’d snuffed it out. Not enough to have stolen his triumph over Toril, his memories, his place in the cult.

“You took everything from me.”

“Not everything, not yet.” Orin says, backbending and tumbling out of reach. She's put the altar between herself and Achaia. “You were to slay the tyrant and then we’d duel, but you bent your knee to him once more. You don't deserve the Murder Lord’s blessing.”

Gortash has seen the urge rise and take control of Achaia on more than one occasion, but not like this. What had been subtle enough vibrations has become a full spasm, both of Achaia's eyes alight as his head jerks. His lips pulled back in a snarl, his hands curled into claws. Gone is the dignity he’d walked in with, hacking and gagging as he fights against it, trying to hold on for just one more second of sanity.

All in vain.

When the guttural roar from deep in Achaia's belly issues forth, Gortash knows the man has lost the fight with himself. A circle of blood drops lights around him, malice filling the air with a wicked aura. Oh, it's coming. Bhaal's bloody cleaver.

Achaia's skin bursts apart, split right down the middle as his blood floods out and reforms into the nightmarish shape of the Slayer.

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[svu-bracket]

finals (round 11)

THE TOP TWO EPISODES IN THIS POLL WILL MOVE ON TO THE FINAL CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND NEXT WEEK!

episode descriptions under the cut

payback -> stabler and benson investigate the murder and castration of a new york cab driver. they discover that the victim had assumed the identity of another man because he himself was wanted by the police (imdb). pilot babey! moments of note (to me), "do you think this is healthy for you?"

fault -> a serial paedophile murders members of a family and kidnaps the two younger children (imdb). Girl. moments of note (to me), fin's reaction to liv post getting slashed in the throat is always funny. how does she make you do anything?"

rotps -> the squad rallies around det. stabler to find the suspect behind a threat to his family (imdb) aka elliot stabler come back episode! moments of note (to me), "where's the exit?" rest in peace kathy stabler. an icon. a hero.

[twcheaded-a]

Noa is conflicted, some cynical part of him wants to agree--and it's true to a large extent. Between overpopulation, pollution, and the aftermath of the one-year war. The planet had gone through much as a result of humanity's violence, to itself and the planet.

"It doesn't have to be that way... Earth, its people, they could have, they could be so much more." He shares because couldn't imagine this view being unpopular amongst members of the AEUG .

"No man's land…"

"Well—I guess that encompasses the entirety of Earth at this point."

[nico-di-genova]

For anyone who keeps up with the tech world, ‘89 should sound like a familiar number. It was in 1989 that video game icon, and ENCOM CEO, Kevin Flynn disappeared at the height of his career. What did he leave behind? A son, young Sam Flynn.

The prodigal son is making waves today as he follows in his father’s footsteps and throws ENCOM into chaos. Just one day after leaking eOS-12 online, jumping off the top of ENCOM tower, and causing a traffic disruption downtown, Sam Flynn has returned to the ENCOM offices once more. Though this time, he’s used the front door.

His reason for visiting? To take control of the company.

“The Return of Flynn”

- The New York Times

[celticcrossanon]

Hi Celta! Thank you for the truly insightful, if upsetting, recent readings. Soooo many court machinations! IMHO KCIII made a significant impact as the longest-serving PoW…perhaps, even, the best PoW in British history. And yes, he’s had a decades-long vision of what his own glorious reign would be like when his turn finally came, but now it’s all crumbling to the ground. It was inevitable, though, given HLMQEII’s long reign and KCIII’s accession as the oldest monarch, that KCIII’s own reign would be seen as a short interregnum - a mere bridge between his mother QEII’s iconic reign and his son WV’s own eagerly anticipated reign. Then KCIII quickly got cancer on top of it all.

IMO KC wants to burnish his own legacy as best he can in the relatively short period allotted to him. As a father figure, this means bringing his prodigal son Harold back into the fold. How embarrassing and sullying it will be historically, if KCIII goes down as “the King who banished his son” or even worse, “the King who stripped his loser son of his titles.” A Bad Father King, who failed as a parent. It reflects very poorly on KCIII, particularly in comparison to Super Dad William. 

KCIII cares primarily about himself, and then about Camilla. In the end, playing “loving, happy family” with Harry is 100% about KCIII and his own historical legacy. Game of Thrones indeed! Thank God the Mother of Dragons (Emilia Clarke) is Team Wales lol!

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Hi Nonny,

You are welcome for the readings.

I don’t know why King Charles would be worried about being in history as the father who banished his son, given the behaviour of said son. Look at how well history speaks of the banishment of the Duke of Windsor (married to Wallis Simpson). I think you could be right about the King’s motives, I just don’t see the sense in them, myself.

I wish the King would be content with his reputation as the longest serving Prince of Wales and what he has achieved in that time. He doesn’t have to be a spectacular king as well. He has said himself that he is a ‘caretaker’ king and that is not a bad thing to be - holding things together for the ones that come after is an honourable calling imo, especially if it is done well. 

I agree that King Charles’s first concern has always been and will always be for himself. I think he is very self centred like that.

[kat-rose-griffith]

I really like High Potential but I can’t help but get a touch sad sometimes when I watch it because I keep thinking about how amazing it would have been if Prodigal Son had gotten picked up by abc. Like they could have even done a crossover ep between the two shows, it would’ve been so chaotic and iconic

[thebearboy]

Day 1-- The Wolfman (1941)-- Starting this year with the OG werewolf classic! A prodigal son returning to his family estate is bitten by a mysterious "beast" and so inherits the curse of the werewolf. The right amounts of camp and atmosphere, a sympathetic protagonist, and an iconic monster. There's not much more to ask from a movie. Lon Chaney brings a gentle giant sort of charm to the role of Larry Talbot that is tragic and perfect.