#rafe and alf

[jiubilant]

young shurri and friends (fura morrard, rambunctious daughter of perfumer angeline morrard; rafe foy, clerk's apprentice whose ingratitude will be answered with some other prank)

[alexlacquemanne]

Avril MMXXIV

Films

La Course à l'échalote (1975) de Claude Zidi avec Pierre Richard, Jane Birkin, Michel Aumont, Marc Doelsnitz, Amadeus August, Henri Déus, Luis Rego et Catherine Allégret

La Septième Cible (1984) de Claude Pinoteau avec Lino Ventura, Lea Massari, Jean Poiret, Elizabeth Bourgine, Béatrice Agenin, Robert Hoffmann, Jean-Pierre Bacri, Roger Planchon et Francis Lemaire

Pierrot le Fou (1965) de Jean-Luc Godard avec Jean-Paul Belmondo, Anna Karina, Graziella Galvani, Dirk Sanders, Jimmy Karoubi, Roger Dutoit, Hans Meyer, Samuel Fuller et Raymond Devos

Downton Abbey II : Une nouvelle ère (Downton Abbey: A New Era) (2022) de Simon Curtis avec Hugh Bonneville, Maggie Smith, Elizabeth McGovern, Michelle Dockery, Nathalie Baye, Allen Leech et Tuppence Middleton

Orgueil et Préjugés (Pride & Prejudice) (2005) de Joe Wright avec Keira Knightley, Matthew Macfadyen, Simon Woods, Kelly Reilly, Rosamund Pike, Carey Mulligan, Talulah Riley, Donald Sutherland et Brenda Blethyn

Les Pleins Pouvoirs (Absolute Power) (1997) de et avec Clint Eastwood et Gene Hackman, Ed Harris, Laura Linney, Scott Glenn, Dennis Haysbert, Judy Davis et Penny Johnson Jerald

Prêt-à-porter (1994) de Robert Altman avec Marcello Mastroianni, Sophia Loren, Jean-Pierre Cassel, Kim Basinger, Chiara Mastroianni, Stephen Rea, Anouk Aimée, Forest Whitaker, Julia Roberts et Tim Robbins

Un jour (One Day) (2011) de Lone Scherfig avec Anne Hathaway, Jim Sturgess, Tom Mison, Rafe Spall, Jodie Whittaker, Romola Garai, Joséphine de La Baume et Patricia Clarkson

Adaline (The Age of Adaline) (2015) de Lee Toland Krieger avec Blake Lively, Michiel Huisman, Kathy Baker, Harrison Ford, Anthony Ingruber, Ellen Burstyn, Amanda Crew et Richard Harmon

Séries

Coffre à Catch

#161 : La DX à la ECW ?? - #162 : Summerslam 2009 en approche! - #163 : William Regal nous régale ! - #164 : Les chevaliers des 1000 likes ! - #165 : Qui se cache derrière le masque du Hurricane ??

Castle Saison 5

Pour le meilleur et pour le pire - Une soirée qui tue - Le Vice et la Vertu - Un choix cornélien - Faux-Semblants - La Cible - La Chasse - Morts de peur - Un passé insoupçonné - La Vie des autres - À la recherche de l'homme-singe - Protection rapprochée - Toute une histoire

Maguy Saison 3

Mal de maire - Chambre accouchée - Jument comme tu respires - Téléphone qui croyait prendre - Impair et deux belle-mères - L'éminence grippe - Sauve qui pneu ! - Voir un petit coup - Message californien - Le coffre effort - Kilt ou double - Rumeur au cerveau - Décibel et tais-toi - Le magicien d'hypnose - Cosmétiques en toc - Des plaies et des noces - Pub, pub, pub… hourrah ! - Un chiffon, fon, fon… - La layette, nous voilà - Gare au gourou ! - Noces à ronger - Talisman comme un arracheur de dents - La rosière arrosée - La strip-teaseuse de bonne aventure - La clé des mensonges - Surprise patrie - Le sponsor en est jeté - Ovni soit qui mal y pense - Adam et chèvre - Jerôme sweet Jerôme - Isabelle et la bête - Tel Pierre, tel fils - Apocalypse mômes - Les dons de la mère - La ruée vers l'art - La SICAV se rebiffe - Mort aux rafles - Bretteville au trésor - De briques et de brocs - Olé concentré - Dégâts des os - L'émoi d’août

La croisière s'amuse Saison 4, 5

Chapeau bas - La Voisine - Le Professeur - Jalousie - Bon Voyage - Une belle amitié - Qui perd gagne - Les Sirènes - Personnalité, vous avez dit personnalité ? - Les Jardins - L'habit ne fait pas la fille - Ne jouez pas avec les inconnus - Quelle classe - Nous étions deux - Incroyable Isaac - La Fille à papa - La Toque - Vicky s'amuse - Les trois font la paire : première partie - Isaac radioactif - Zeke et Zelda

Meurtres au paradis Saison 13

Carton plein - Un plat qui se mange froid - Court-circuit - Question d'avenir - La liste de souhaits

L'autre côté du ring Saison 3

Le procès des stéroïdes - Brutal : le FMW d'Onita - Extrême et obscène : l'XPW de Rob Black

Inspecteur Barnaby Saison 23

Qui sème le vent - Effet domino

Biographies WWE Saison 2

Wrestlemania I

Alfred Hitchcock présente Saison 6,7

Le voleur plein de bonnes intentions - Instinct de survie

Kaamelott Livre V

Le Dernier Jour - Le Royaume Sans Tête - Jizô

Commissaire Moulin Saison 1

Ricochets - La surprise du chef - La Peur des autres

Top Gear France Saison 9

Ceux qui font du rallye - Ceux qui sauvent la planète - Ceux qui deviennent gangsters - Ceux qui ont fait n'importe quoi

Les Brigades du Tigre Saison 3

Bonnot et Compagnie - L'Homme à la casquette - Don de Scotland Yard - Le Cas Valentin - Le Crime du Sultan - L'Ère de la calomnie

Messieurs les jurés

L'Affaire Varney

Spectacles

Mademoiselle (1982) de Jacques Deval avec Jean Meyer, Rosy Varte, Jacqueline Jehanneuf, Anne Rondeleux, Bruno Constantin, Maurice Risch, Nicole Chollet, Dominique Blanche, Florence Fors, Jacques Maury et Bertrand Gohaud

The Morricone Duel (2020) du Danish National Symphony Orchestra

Live by Request: Earth Wind & Fire (1999)

Une femme trop honnête (1978) de Georges Vitaly avec Judith Magre, Bernard Lavalette, Francis Lax, Danièle Deray, Madeleine Barbulée, Jacques Verlier, Maurice Teynac et Christiane Muller

Daho Pleyel Paris (2008)

Livres

La commode aux tiroirs de couleurs d'Olivia Ruiz

Détective Conan, tome 21 de Gôshô Aoyama

Le privé d'Hollywood de François Rivière, José-Louis Bocquet et Philippe Berthet

Kaamelott, tome 4 : Perceval Et le Dragon d'Airain d'Alexandre Astier, Steven Dupré et Benoît Bekaert

[hayleyheat]

Only when it comes to you, babe. Why am I the one that's having to break the news to them? What if I just become Rafe? No one is going to notice that he went from a handsome, six foot two man to a five foot two woman. Hey, Halloween is all about being scary. That's what I was going for. It looked awesome. There hasn't been a line that's been drawn in our friendship, yet. I mean, if I'm regularly screaming your name, in a good way - is there a line? We'll see. For me, you're going to do it? Well, now I'm honored. You're gonna make an amazing Jack. Before the party, I'll see if Alf will let me dress him up as Zero. Pray that he doesn't give me the silent treatment.

and that's where the benevolent bit comes in. you're very generous. mhm. i think this is what i'm supposed to do with my time, y'know ? i'll let you break the bad news to the obx faithful that i won't be coming back 'cause i'm too busy carving pumpkins. thanks. yours was .. not adorable. kinda freaky, actually. no. what's the line on our friendship then, huh ? if not the costumes, then i feel like we're pretty safe. for you ? well, if it's for you. and if you're doing all the work for me in terms of organisation. then sure, i'll dress up as jack for you, hayles.

[strangersunghoon]

My favorite actors & Actresses

Watched ✅

Not watched yet ❌

FAVES ❤️‍🔥

Evan Peters

•20 january 1987 (St. Louis)

•🇺🇸

Shows

The days (2004) : Cooper ❌

Phil of the future (2004-2005) : Seth ❌

Invasion (2005-2006) : Jesse❌

House (2008) : Oliver❌

Monk (2008) : Eric ❌

Without a trace (2008) : Craig❌

Dirt (2008) : Craig ❌

One tree hill (2008-2009) : Jack❌

Ghost whisperer (2009) : Dylan❌

The mentalist (2010) : Oliver ❌

Criminal minds (2010) : Charlie ❌

The office (2010) : Luke❌

Parenthood (2011) : Brandon ❌

In plain sight (2011) : Joey❌

American Horror story : Horror house (2011) : Tate ✅❤️‍🔥

American Horror story : Asylum (2012) : Kit✅❤️‍🔥

American Horror Story : Coven (2013) : Kyle✅❤️‍🔥

American horror story : Freak show (2014) : Jimmy✅❤️‍🔥

American horror story : hotel (2015) : James✅❤️‍🔥

American horror story : Roanoke (2016) : Rory❌

American horror story : Cult (2017) : Kai ❌

American horror story : Apocalypse (2018) : Mr. gallant & Jeff & Tate ❌

Wandavision (2021) : Ralph ❌

Dahmer (2022) : Jeffrey ✅

Movies

Clipping Adam (2004) : Adam ❌

Sleepover (2004) : Russel ❌

An American Crime (2007) : Ricky ❌

Mama’s boy (2007) : Keith ❌

Remarkable power (2008) : Ross ❌

Gardens of the night (2008) : Brian/Rachel❌

Never back down (2008) : Max ❌

Kick ass (2010) : Todd❌

Never back down 2 (2011) : Max❌

Adult world (2014) : Alex ✅

X-men : days of future past (2014) : Peter/Quicksilver ❌

Safelight (2015) : Charles ❌

The Lazarus Effect (2015) : Clay ❌

X-men : Apocalypse (2016) : Peter/QuickSilver ❌

Deadpool 2 (2018) : Peter/QuickSilver ❌

American animals (2018) ❌

X-men : dark Phoenix (2019) : Peter/QuickSilver ❌

Joseph Quinn

•26 january 1993-1994 (not sure) (London)

���🇬🇧

Shows

Postcode (2011) : Tim❌

Dickensian (2016) : Arthur ✅

Game of thrones (2017) : Koner✅❤️‍🔥

Howards end (2017) : Leonard ✅

Timewasters (2017) : Ralph✅❤️‍🔥

Les Misérables (2018) : Enjolras ❌

Catherine the great (2019) : Paul✅❤️‍🔥

Strike (2020) : Billy❌

Small axe (2020) : PC Dixon❌

Stranger things (2022) : Eddie✅❤️‍🔥

Movies

Overlord (2018) : Grunauer ❌

Make up (2019) : Tom✅

Hoard (TBD) : Michael

Thomas Brodie Sangster

•16 May 1990 (London)

•🇬🇧

Shows

Doctor Who (2007) : Tim ❌

Phineas & Ferb (2007-2015) : Ferb✅

Game of thrones (2013-2014) : Jojen✅❤️‍🔥

Wolf hall (2015) : Rafe❌

Godless (2017) : Whitey✅

The queens gambit (2020) : Benny✅❤️‍🔥

Pistol (2022) : Malcolm✅

Voices of liberation (2022) : Himself✅

Movies

The miracle of the cards (2001) : Craig ❌

Station Jim (2001) : Henry ❌

Stig of the dump (2002) : Barney❌

Bobbies girl (2002) : Alan❌

Mrs Meitlemeihr (2002) : young boy ❌

Hitler : The rise of evil (2003) : Young hitler❌

Entrusted (2003) : Thomas❌

Ultimate force (2003) ❌

Love actually (2003) : Sam✅

feather boy (2004) : Robert ❌

Nanny McPhee (2005) : Simon ✅❤️‍🔥

Tristan + Isolde (2006) : Tristan❌

The last legion (2007) : Romulus ❌

The fence (2007) ❌

Pinocchio (2008) : Lampwick❌

Nowhere boy (2010) : Paul❌

Death of a superhero (2011) : Donald ✅

The Baytown outlaws (2012) : Rob❌

Phantom Halo (2014) : Samuel❌

The maze runner (2014) : Newt✅❤️‍🔥

The maze runner : the scorch trials (2015) : newt✅❤️‍🔥

Star Wars : episode VII : the force awakens (2015) : Thanisson❌

The maze runner : the death cure (2018) : Newt✅❤️‍🔥

Louis Partridge

•3 june 2003 (Wandsworth)

•🇬🇧

Shows

Boomers (2014) : Alf❌

Medici : masters of Florence (2019) : Piero❌

Pistol (2022) : Sid✅

Movies

Beneath water (2014) : Felix❌

About a dog (2014) : Young Gav❌

Pan (2015) : Mine worker ❌

Second skin (2016) : Nature boy❌

Amazon Adventure (2017) : Young Henry❌

Paddington 2 (2017) : G-man ❌

Enola Holmes (2020) : tewkesbury✅❤️‍🔥

The lost girls (2021) : Peter Pan❌

Enola Holmes 2 (2022) : Tewkesbury ❌

Sadie Sink

•16 april 2002 (Brenham)

•🇺🇸

Shows

The Americans (2013) : Lana❌

Blue Bloods (2014) : Daisy❌

American odyssey (2015) : Suzanne❌

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt (2016) : Tween girl

Stranger things (2017-current) : Max ✅❤️‍🔥

Movies

Chuck (2016) : Kimberley❌

The glass castle(2017) : Young Lori❌

Dominion (2018) : Narrator ❌

Eli (2019) : Haley ❌

Fear street 2 : 1978 (2021) : Ziggy❌

Fear street 3 : 1666 (2021) : Constance & Ziggy❌

All too well (2021) : Her❌

The whale (2022) : Ellie❌

Dear Zoe (2022) : Tess❌

Sophie Turner

•21 February 1996 (Northampton)

•🇬🇧

Shows

Game of thrones (2011-2019) : Sansa ✅❤️‍🔥

The thirteenth tale (2013) : Young Adeline❌

Survive (2020) : Jane ❌

Home movie : The princess bride (2020) : Westley❌

Movies

Another me (2013) : Fay/Lila ❌

Barely Lethal (2015) : Heather/agent 84❌

X-men apocalyps (2016) : Jean❌

Josie (2018) : Josie❌

Time freak (2018) : Debbie❌

Dark Phoenix (2019) : Jean❌

Heavy (2019) : Maddie❌

Do revenge (2022) : Erica✅❤️‍🔥

Wi Ha Joon

•5 august 1991 (Wando, South Jeolla)

•🇰🇷

Shows

Goodbye Mr. Black (2016) : Ha Joon ❌

My golden life (2017) : Ryu Jae shin❌

Something in the rain (2018) : Yoon Seung Ho❌

Island trio (2018) : Himself ❌

Matrimonial chaos (2018) : Im So Ho❌

With coffee (2018) : Lee Ha min ❌

Romance is a bonus book (2019) : Ji Seo Joon❌

Soul Mechanic (2020) : Oh Yoo min❌

18 again (2020) : Ye Ji hoon ❌

Squid game (2021) : Hwang Jun Ho ✅❤️‍🔥

Bad and crazy (2021-2022) : K❌

Little women (2022) : Choi Do il✅❤️‍🔥

Gyeongseong creature (2023) : Kwon Jun Taek ❌

The worst evil (2023) : Jung Gi Cheol❌

Shark : the beginning 2 (TBA) : Jeong Do Hyeon❌

Movies

Peace in them (2012)❌

Coin locker girl (2015) : young Woo Gon❌

Bad guys always die (2015) : Cha myung ho❌

Eclipse (2016) : Jung Tae ❌

Anarchist from Colony (2017) : Youth in prison❌

The chase (2017) : young Jung Hyuk ❌

Gonjiam : haunted asylum (2018) : Ha Joon❌

Girl cops (2019) : Jung woo Jun ❌

Shark : the beginning (2021) : Jeong Do Hyeon ❌

Midnight (2021) : Do Shik ❌

Ahn Hyo Seop

•17 april 1995 (Seoul)

•🇰🇷🇨🇦

Shows

Splash splash love (2015) : Park Yeon/Che A Jik❌

One more happy ending (2016) : Ahn Jung woo ❌

Happy home (2016) : Choi chul Soo ❌

Entertainer (2016) : Ji Noo❌

Three color fantasy - queen of the ring (2017) : Park Se gun ❌

My father is strange (2017) : park Chul Soo❌

Still 17 (2018) : Yoo Chan

Top management (2018) : Hyun Soo yong❌

Abyss (2019) : Cha min ✅❤️‍🔥

Dr Romantic (2020-2023) : Seo Woo Jin❌

Lovers of the red sky (2021) : Ha Ram❌

The business proposal (2022) : Kang Tae Mu ✅❤️‍🔥

A time called you (TBA) : Gu Yeon Jun/Nam Si Heon❌

Movies

None yet

Nam Joo Hyuk

•22 February 1994 (Busan)

•🇰🇷

Shows

The idle Mermaid (2014) : Park Dae Bak❌

Who are you: school 2015 (2015) : Han Yi An✅

Glamorous temptation (2015) : Young Jin Hyung Woo ✅

Cheese in the trap (2016) : Kwon Eun Taek ❌

Moon lovers: scarlet heart Ryeo (2016) : 13th prince Baek Ah ✅

Weightlifting fairy Kim Bok Joo (2016) : Jung Joon hyung✅❤️‍🔥

The bride of Habaek (2017) : Haebak ✅

The light in your eyes (2019) : Lee Joon Ha✅❤️‍🔥

The school nurse files (2020) : Hong In Pyo✅

Start up (2020) : Nam Do San ✅❤️‍🔥

Twenty five, twenty one (2022) : Baek Yi Jin✅

Vigilante (TBA) : Kim Ji Yong ❌

Movie

The great battle (2018) : Sa Mool ❌

Josée (2020) : Lee Young Seok ❌

Remember (2022) : Park In Gyu ❌

Song Kang

•23 april 1994 (Suwon)

•🇰🇷

Movies

Beautiful Vampire (2018) : Lee So Nyeon ❌

Shows

The liar and his lover (2017) : Baek Jin Woo❌

Man in the kitchen (2017-2018) : Kim Woo Joo❌

Touch your heart (2019) : Deliveryman❌

When the devil calls your name (2019) : Luka❌

Love alarm (2019-2021) : Hwang Sun Oh✅

Sweet home (2020-current) : Cha Hyun Soo✅❤️‍🔥

Navillera (2021) : Lee Chae Rok❌

Nevertheless (2021) : Park Jae Eon ✅

Forecasting love and weather (2022) : Lee Shi Woo❌

Part 2

[wqp88888]

Nickname

Abbreviation

Proper Name

Abe

Abrm

Abel, Abraham, Absalom

Abner

Abraham

Addy, Atty

Adam

Al

Albert, Allan, Allen, Alfred

Alec, Alex, Alick, Ally

Alexander

Alf

Alfred

Andy, Andie

Andrew, Alexander

Archie

Archibald

Arnie

Arnold

Art

Arthur

Baldie

Archibald

Barnie, Barney

Barnabas

Bart

Bartholomew

Ben

Benjn

Benedict, Benjamin, Ebenezer

Benezer

Ebenezer

Bern, Bernie

Bernard

Bert, Bertie

Albert, Bertram, Cuthbert, Egbert, Halbert, Herbert, Hubert, Lambert, Osbert

Bill, Billie

Wm

William

Bob

Robt

Robert

Bram, Bramley

Abraham

Cal

Caleb

Charlie, Chuck (American)

Chas

Charles

Chris

Xian, Xopher

Christian, Christopher

Clem

Clement

Cliff

Clifford

Colin

Nicholas

Cuddie, Cuddy

Cuthbert

Cy

Cyprian, Cyril, Cyrus

Dai, Dave, Davie

David

Dan, Danny

Danl

Daniel

Dand, Dandie

Andrew

Daniel

Donald

Derick

Frederick

Des

Desmond

Dewi

David

Dick

Ricd

Richard

Dixon

Benedict

Dobb

Robert

Dod, Doddy

George

Dodge

Roger

Dom

Dominick

Don, Donnie

Dond

Donald

Donald

Daniel

Doug

Douglas

Drew

Andrew

Dump

Humphrey

Duke

Marmaduke

Eben

Ebenezer

Ed, Eddie

Edgar, Edwin

Ed, Eddie

Edwd

Edward

Ed, Eddie

Edmd

Edmund

Eli

Elliot, Elias, Elijah

Elmo

Erasmus

Eph

Ephraim

Erik

Frederick

Ern

Ernt

Ernest

Ewen

Owen

Frank, Frankie

Fras

Francis

Fred

Fredk

Alfred, Frederick

Gabe, Gaby

Gabriel

Gary, Garret, Garth

Gareth, Gerard

Ged

Jedidiah

Gene

Eugene

Geoff, Giff

Geoffrey, Jeffrey

Geo

George

Gerard

Jarrett

Gerry

Gerald, Gerard

Gervase

Jarvis, Jervise

Gib

Gilbert

Gord

Gordon

Gorry

Godfrey

Greg

Gregory

Guido

Guy

Gus

Angus, Augustus, Gustav

Hab

Herbert, Robert, Halbert

Hal

Harold, Henry

Hank (American)

Henry

Hank (English)

Hankin

Harry

Harold, Henry

Heck

Hector

Henery, Henrie

Hy

Henry

Hez

Hezekiah

Hick, Hitch

Richard

Hodge

Roger

Hobb, Hop, Hopkin

Robert

Hy (American)

Hy

Henry

Ike

Isaac

Izzy

Isadore

Jabe

Jabez

Jack

Jno

John

Jake (American)

Jacob

Jamie, Jim

Jas

James

Jarrett

Gerard

Jarvis

Gervase, Jervise

Jed

Jedidiah

Jeff

Jeffrey, Geoffrey

Jerry

Jerh

Jeremiah

Jerry

Jery

Jeremy

Jerry

Jere

Jerome

Jon

Jonn

Jonathan

Joe, Joey

Josh

Joseph, Josiah

Jock

John, or any Scotsman

Josh

Joseph, Joshua, Josiah

Ken

Kenneth

Kit

Christopher

Larry

Laurence, Lawrence

Lem

Lemuel

Len

Leonard

Leo

Leopold

Les

Leslie

Lew, Lou

Lewis, Louis

Mac

Malcolm

Manny

Emanuel, Immanuel, Manuel

Matt

Matthew

Max

Maximilian, Maxwell

Mickey, Mike, Miles

Michl

Michael

Monty

Montague

Morie

Maurice, Morris

Nab

Abel, Abraham

Nat, Nate

Nathl

Nathan, Nathaniel

Ned, Neddy

Edward

Nick

Nichs

Dominick, Nicholas

Nobb

Robert

Noll

Oliver

Norm

Norman

Numps

Humphrey

Nye

Aneurin

Owen

Ewen

Oz, Ozzie

Oswald, Oscar, Osbert, Osmund

Paddy, Pat

Patrick, or any Irishman

Perce, Percy

Percival

Perrin

Peter

Perry

Peregrine

Pete

Peter

Phil

Philip, Theophilus

Phippin, Pip

Philip

Rab, Rabbie

Robert

Rafe, Ralf, Rauf

Ralph

Randy

Randell, Randolph

Ray

Raymond

Reg, Reggie, Rex

Reginald

Rich, Rick

Rd, Ricd

Richard

Rob, Robin

Robt

Robert

Rod

Broderick, Roderick, Rodney

Rolf

Ralph

Rolley

Roland, Rowland

Ron, Ronnie

Ronald

Rory

Roderick

Rube

Reuben

Rudy

Rudolph

Russ, Rusty

Russell

Sam, Sammy

Saml

Samson, Samuel

Sacha, Sandy

Alexander

Seb

Sebastian

Sepp

Joseph

Si, Sy

Josiah

Sid, Syd

Sidney, Sydney

Sim, Sym

Simon, Symeon

Solly

Solomon

Stan

Stanley

Steve

Stephen, Steven

Stew, Stu

Stewart, Stuart

Taddy

Adam

Taffy

David, or any Welshman

Ted, Teddy

Edward, Theodore

Terry

Terence

Thad

Thadeus

Theo

Theodore

Tim, Timmy

Timothy

Toby

Tobias

Tolly

Bartholomew

Tom, Tommy Thos Thomas

Tony Anty Anthony

Val

Valentine

Vic

Victor

Vince

Vincent

Vib

Vivian

Waldo

Oswald

Wally

Wallace, Walter

Walt, Wat

Walter

Wes

Wesley

Wido

Guy

Wilf

Wilfred

Will, Willie, Wilkin Wm, Willm William, Wilbur

Zac, Zach, Zack

Isaac, Zachary

Zac, Zach, Zack Zachh, Zachs Zachariah, Zacharias

Zeb

Zebulon, Zebediah, Zebedee

Zeke

Ezakiah, Ezekiel

[the-fiction-witch]

Coins

TV SHOW WOLF HALL COUPLE RAFE (TBS) X READER RATING FLIRTY

Writer notes: I'm sorry guys this seems to be like the only gif I can find of rafe, no clue why people are so unaware of wolf hall it's an amazingly written show with brilliant story telling and direction, not to mention TBS and Tom Holland on screen together having conversations and being beautiful tudor boys in some very tight even for the period tight pants, okay complaint over,

I smiled as I stood fixing the piles of hay in the little barn for the horses humming my little tune along with the baby birds in the nest in the roof when I heard the door open and close

"'ello?" I ask

"Hello" a family voice answered

"'ow was it mi' lord?" I ask as I work

"alright, firstly what is your problem with h's?" Rafe asked leaning on the wooden pole that separates the stable from the walk way "secondly, it's my lord not mi' lord you know that" he says and I blushed hard looking at my work "thirdly, you know you don't have to call me that darling" he says putting his hand on my chin pulling me to look at him "but it was fine, nothing out of the ordinary darling"

"Then why 'ave you come to see me?" I ask and he just glared at me "why have you come to see me?" I ask

"Better" he smirked "it's been a long boring day" he says "time for a quickie?"

"I'm sorry mi' lord I'm busy" I answered going to turn away but he trapped me between him and the wooden wall of the stable

"Liar" he smirked "come on I'm not asking for a freebie darling" he smirked getting a shinny coin from his pocket he smirked handing it to me so I looked checking it was real much to his annoyance but I looked closer

"I told you rafe, inflation I can't afford to live off a 'alf crown a go" I tell him "you been to market lately, it's almost a sovereign a loaf of bread now"

"Ohh come on y/n, I only want a quickie? Plus come on its me, I thought I was on... Discounts" he smirked

"You where, not anymore" I tell him

"Ohh fine" he sighed digging around in his pocket a while "I have a half crown, two shillings and a sixpence?" He says

"That will do, as it's you" I smiled taking the coins putting my work down and dragging him into my little room with me and pushing him down on my little bed ...

I smiled as I worked sweeping the stable floors with my little broom

"Hello darling" a familiar voice smirked poking his head around the door

"Hello rafe" I laughed as I swept him quickly coming in and giving me a kiss as I worked "how did it go?" I ask

"Ohh alright, had a meeting with another bunch of idiots, paperwork, rode all the way to bloody Peterborough and back" he complained

"Ohh you poor thing, that's an awfully long way" I said

"It is a long way darling, I missed you" he says

"What? All those girls between here and Peterborough to expensive for you rafe?" I ask

"No, I just missed my favourite girl" he winked "I wanted to wait till I got home to my darling"

"Liar, how many stops rafe?" I ask

"None, I promise, check with Gregory you don't believe me," he laughed "besides, I was saving my money" he smirked getting something from his pocket "one sovereign for my pretty lady" he smiled I was shocked checking it over it was real

"Rafe that's far to much" I told him

"Give me the Change then" he laughs

"I can't, knowones come to see me since you've been gone so I haven't got anything" I explain

"Aww that's alright darling" he smirked flipping the coin in his hand and putting it between my breasts thought the top of my dress "you can own me" he winked dragging me to my little room

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elf practice

satu and nurura are @zurin's characters <3

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“You’re sure,” says Shiv’s father after they’ve made so, so many fishcakes, “you want to do this?”

Shiv, her hands full of cod-and-leek mince, stares at him. “Da.”

Her father spreads his hands—which are, like hers, sticky with fish and flour. “We can still eat them.”

In the frying-pan on the fire, the last of the fishcakes sizzle in agreement. When summoning one’s ancestors on a day of ceremony, it’s Velothi custom to make enough food, be it fiskekaker or a more traditional dish, for both the living and the dead. According to Da, anyway. Shiv thinks, surveying the crispy golden patties heaped on every platter and trencher they own, that they’ve made enough food for the living, the dead, and the entire street.

“Sure as harbors,” she says, and drops the cake she’s shaped into the pan. It hits the ciciliani oil—haggled in Dockside’s only Hlaalu market for a price that had made Da smug—with a fragrant, leeky hiss. “Why?”

“When you were younger,” says Da, toweling off his hands, “you didn’t—”

“—I was pit-a-pat of vexatious spirits,” says Shiv breezily, “and suchlike. Most mortally frighted of the immortal. And now I en’t.” She peers into the pan, then nods down at it. “Fini.”

Da, sensing another pun, gives her a suspicious look. Then he brightens.

“Ah,” he says. “Finny.”

He fishes the cakes out with the serving-fork. Shiv dunks her hands into the washbasin. It’s a parry, her spinnery about spirits and such, and they both know it—which is why she’s grateful that, while Da plates and she dries her paws, the space that is hearthroom and home office to the only lettered coves on Beefskid Street is warm and comfortable and quiet.

“If you’re sure,” says Da at length, quietly. “As harbors. Come here.”

He’s sitting by the hearth. Shiv sits across from him, sweeping the hearthstones with the great broombrush of her tail. She watches Da cap the bottle of oil with his thumb, turn it upside-down, then swipe his thumb—shining, now, with ciciliani—through the ashes in the hearth.

Then she gives the nearest platter a wistful look. “Kitchen-physic first?”

“After.” Da studies her as if contemplating how to do her makeup. “Look at me.”

Shiv looks at him. It becomes more difficult, up close, to look at him. When she was a scrib, the lines in his face had been fainter, easier to mistake for the tracks of a nearby smile. Now the hearthlight, honest as a scolding aunt, casts him in disturbing relief: an old man as full of grief as the cup that, just last week, some greenhand drunk on shore leave had thrown in his face.

(He’d been Velothi, that boy. He’d seen Da’s Company chain.)

She must have let her thoughts onto her face, some, because Da smiles at her in the usual way: calm and purposeful, as though he parcels out his waning stock of smiles by need. He likely does. He’d smiled at the greenhand, too, ghastly in his courtesy, ale dripping in foamy gobs down his chin.

“Chin up,” he says.

It’s a bene excuse to look at the rafters. Shiv shuts her eyes when he cups her face and touches his thumb to her brow, mostly so he won’t get grit in them, but also because the gentle pride in his hands makes her whole face hurt. A clump of ash crumbles down her nose. She wrinkles it—

“Here is my child,” says her father in the language of Veloth, with which fire converses with air. The words are simple. His voice is simple too, hoarse and glad and warm, pronouncing the prayer without pomp. “I commend her to you. I ask that you guard and guide her with love, with patience, with prudence, and that you bless her with the wisdom that you learned in life. Say hello.”

This last, Shiv realizes after a moment, is meant for her. She cracks open one skeptical eye. “To the glim?”

Da’s accustomed to her phraseology. He smiles again—softer, this time, and in the wry way that always makes her think of Auntie. “It’s polite.”

Shiv glances sidelong at the fire. For several years she’s slept by the hearth, cooked oatcakes on the stones and porridge in the pot, warmed her hands above the friendly heat of the glimfenders. It’s almost easy, she thinks, to see the fire as Da sees it: alive, listening, a door through which the dead look out.

“Hullo,” she says to the hearth. She flicks back her ears, uneasy and intrigued, then clears her throat. “Made you fishcakes.”

The fire crackles. A twig crumbles in the grate with a sighing hiss.

* * *

“D’you feel different?” asks Rafe the next morning. His mouth is full. He’s walking with Shiv out of Birgit’s, where they’d stopped for breakfast before work: hot porridge, skyr sprinkled with bilberries, bread topped with generous slabs of brunost. “Like someone’s watching you?”

Rafe’s discovered girls and gotten stupider. For the past few years, ever since he made journeyman and started earning a wastrel-wage as Da’s scribbler, he’s been loitering in taverns and letting his hair grow long; whenever he tosses a raffish, Rafe-ish smile at Vivienne Onis or some other maid, his curls flop with cherubic charm into his face. Viv thinks he’s funny, like an organ-grinder’s little monkey. Shiv thinks he should shave.

“En’t like that,” she says with a scornful flick of her tail, pulling him by the sleeve to let a carter pass. “S’like how you pray to Notorgo. Doesn’t feel like he’s got toplights on you, does it?” She looks at him sidelong as the cart rattles by. “Crumb on your gob.”

Rafe prods the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

“Other side.”

“Thanks,” says Rafe, and—with an older brother’s presumption—ruffles her ears before she can duck. Then he’s sauntering across the street, hands in his pockets, smiling and nodding at the fishwives.

Shiv, scowling, watches him go.

“Like someone’s watching me,” she mutters. “‘Cause I’m fascinating, me.”

Then, for no reason in particular, she looks over her shoulder. The nape of her neck prickles. The plume of smoke dancing from Birgit’s chimney, bending on the wind, twists for a moment like a smiling mouth.

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4.E. 188

“So Ulfric Stormcloak’s coming to the city,” says the boy through a mouthful of chicken. “What’s so important about that?”

He’s shoveling down supper in a smoky public-house by the docks, where the Company men and their apprentices—of which he, as of that morning and its many contracts, is now the newest—gather at day’s end to dine. His hand hurts from signing his name. His legs hurt from walking. He suspects that he might have dreamed it all, the ships, the echoing warehouse, the food; when the barmaid’s girl had brought it to him, not to the well-dressed men chatting in the corner, he’d thought that the chicken—boiled in butter, melting golden from the bone—was a mistake.

Then he’d thought it was a prank. He half-expects his master of about half a day, a factor’s clerk with a long, frown-lined face, to whisk his plate away.

“The Emperor grants dustucks to Company factors and fiduciaries,” the man says after a thoughtful pause, wiping the grease from his hands with a kerchief. He’d paid for supper. He’s sitting across from the boy, facing the fire; his eyes glint in the hearthlight like two shards of red glass. “Can you tell me what a dustuck is?”

No, the boy thinks. He doesn’t even know what a fidu-cherry is. He sneaks a glance up at the clerk, then dares a joke. “Does it quack?”

The clerk blinks at him. Then he smiles—looking, the boy thinks, a little surprised about it.

“No,” he says. “A dustuck is a permit that exempts Company goods from any duties, stoppages, or inspections mandated in provincial ports. It means that our goods,” he says, raising his eyebrows at the look on the boy’s face, “go wherever we’d like them to go—and local customs-men can’t do a damned thing to hold them up, and not even the High King himself has the right to tax them.” He eyes the growing pile of bones on the boy’s plate with amusement. “Now, what do you suppose that means for us?”

Easy, thinks the boy, relieved. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Profit.”

“There’s a lad.” The clerk tips the rest of his chicken onto the boy’s plate. “Now, traders like, ah, like Shatter-Shield—that lovely little clipper in the harbor, the Bergfrue, she was his—they’re subject to the duties fixed by the jarls of each hold. And those duties are climbing by the day. Since Istlod can’t tax the Company at all, he’s got to tax his own people more.”

The boy, attacking a chicken leg, makes a muffled noise of agreement. Then the words sink in. He frowns up at the clerk. “That’s not fair.”

“That’s business.” The clerk’s smile is thin and vague. “But the Bear of Markarth agrees with you. He’s come to Haafingar to growl.” With a smile that transforms his solemn face, he catches the barmaid’s eye. “Well, to be more accurate, Istlod’s called him here to bawl him out for refusing to respect Company dustucks in his ports. He’s been costing us money.”

“Can he do that?”

“Ulfric?” The clerk holds up his tankard, dangling it by the handle. “Not according to the Emperor’s law. But men like Ulfric Stormcloak—”

“No politicking in my public-house,” says the barmaid, whisking up the tankard as she bustles by—and, to the boy’s amazement, tapping the clerk on the head with it for good measure. “Don’t go anywhere, Spider. I’ve some sveler for the boy.”

The clerk casts a plaintive look after her. “With bilberry jam, Birgit?”

“For the boy.”

The clerk raises his hands in airy surrender. The boy wonders, watching him, if the lines in the man’s face aren’t from frowning at all.

“Men like Ulfric Stormcloak?” he prompts, struck with a sudden urge to impress his teacher.

“Men like Ulfric Stormcloak,” the clerk says briskly, “like to know how far they can go.” With an even brisker smile, he stands. “Let’s see about those sveler.”

* * *

The boy brings the sveler, filled with jam and honey-sticky, home to his sisters. When he fishes it smugly from his coat, it looks more like a log of pocket-lint than a sweet; still, when he pieces it with painstaking care into seven portions, even picky Letta stuffs her morsel in her mouth without making any faces.

“Next time,” she says, eyes bright in her pale, pinched face, “bring back a cheese tart.”

The boy, with all the self-importance of a breadwinner, scoffs at her. “I can’t just tell Master Rano to buy me a cheese tart.”

Mina, chewing with her mouth open, grips his arm. The boy realizes with a start that he can see her cheekbones. “Candied pears!”

“Pleskener!”

“Kanelstenger!”

“I want to be an apprentice—”

It’s little Luce who tugs on his sleeve, her eyes wide with concern. “Mama, too.”

The boy’s portion stops halfway to his mouth. With a flash of remorse, he disentangles himself from his frail, hollow-eyed sisters. He’s been stupid, he thinks. Stupid and selfish. He should have pocketed some of the chicken.

“She can have mine,” he says, and lays his bite of svele on the table. If they’re asleep when she comes home, he thinks, it will surprise her. She’ll see that she won’t have to poss until her back aches, scrub until her hands crack and bleed from the water in the steaming washhouse-tubs. He’s the man of the house now—thirteen years old, full of knowledge of permits, and profits, and politics. He’ll provide.

Luce tugs his sleeve again. “Rafe?”

The boy blinks. Then he picks her up like their mother would: swirls her off the ground, tosses her so that she giggles. “Luce?”

His youngest sister, light as a ghost in his arms, pats his cheek with a sticky hand.

“Sweetrolls,” she says.

“Sweetrolls,” the boy solemnly agrees. Then he grins, heedless of the impossibility. “And a cheese tart, candied pears, some pleskener...”

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year 152 of waiting on that promotion

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“There are twenty-two Company factories in Haafingar,” says the boy named Rafe, beaming as though he’d built them himself. “Ours is the biggest. Our godowns—can you tell me,” he adds, glancing down at his companion, “what a godown is?”

The urchin, shrugging her worldly goods over her shoulder, grudgingly shakes her head.

She’s wobbling in the shadow of the seawall, her legs still off-kilter after several seasick weeks afloat. Above her, the boy named Rafe strides confident as anything along the wall’s crumbly top, the salt wind whipping his curls and his crumpled shirt-collar. When he’d met the urchin at the gangplank a few minutes back, he’d tried to take her sack and carry it himself. She’d flashed her teeth at him, which taught him better. Or so she’d thought, because—

“Here,” he says, and thrusts down an inky hand.

The urchin stares at him until he retracts it, then clambers onto the seawall without help. It’s a better vantage than she’d expected. She squints down, the wind buffeting her fur, at the tangle of masts in the bay—and beyond them the biggest Company factory in Haafingar, where Rafe is prenticed. Where she, too, will be prenticed. A warren of warehouses, their piers sticking out like fat wooden tongues, sprawls in the shadow of the rich coves’ city on the peak.

“Godowns.” Rafe nods at the warehouses. A stone slides from the wall beneath his too-small boot; he windmills his arms to keep his balance, but does not, the urchin notes with reluctant respect, slow. “That’s where we store what comes in. And what goes out. Mostly we export iron, tin, timber, tallow, potash—”

Beneath the urchin’s feet, the wall bucks like the deck of a ship. She throws out her arms, too, hackles bristling, and wonders with despair how she’ll ever mill a third-story glaze again—

“—kidskin, stuff and fustian, furs, woolens, worsted, and worse—”

He’s trying, the urchin thinks, to make her laugh. Like she’s some scrib. She firms her mouth into a line. “How ‘bout imports?”

“—oh, coffee, calico, indigo, serge, silk, sugar, spices, saltpeter—careful!”

The urchin flattens her ears at him, irritated, then realizes that she’s tipping. The wind rushes sideways past her ears before she twists on her feet, lashing her tail like a rudder, and saves herself and the sack by sitting down hard—thump—on the seawall.

“Beneful,” she grumbles, then kicks out her legs to glower at them. Bryn and Lleryn would laugh themselves sick. “Stupid stumps.”

“You’ve still got your sealegs, is all.” Rafe plunks down beside her. There’s an ease in his movements, an unthinking absence of caution and calculation, that the urchin resents. “Close your eyes and breathe in real deep.”

The urchin glowers at him, now.

Then she closes her eyes—not because he told her to, she tells herself, but because she wants to get her bearings. She opens her mouth and tastes the strange new air. Sweat. Stockfish and oakum. Birdshit. Rafe, beside her, smells oddly of both ink and laundry-lye.

“Um,” she says, eyes still shut tight. Gulls cry over the ruckus of the shipyard. The wind carries a snatch of bawdy song, bawled in a tongue that the urchin does not know, from the warehouses—godowns—below.

When she opens her eyes, she thinks, she’ll wake up. It will all go away.

Beside her, a rustle. “Um?”

“Um,” the urchin confirms. Her voice comes out rough; she swallows and tries again. “What’s saltpeter?”

“Glassblowers use it.” Rafe’s voice is light and nonchalant. “And Master Rano says people up there”—up on the peak, the urchin assumes, but he could be gesturing to Sovngard for all she knows—“put it in their beer.”

“How come?”

“Keeps it cold.”

This is so strange that the urchin opens one eye. She’s still on the seawall. There’s stupid Rafe, too, grinning at her.

“There,” he says. “Better?”

The urchin opens her mouth to snap at him. Then she closes it. The wall is no longer swaying from side to side.

“Here,” he says again, and stands, and puts out his stupid hand.

The urchin narrows her eyes at it.

Then she takes it—and, with a haughty sweep of her tail, lets him hoist her up.

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day in the life of the fantasy accountant

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they were pals

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insp: [x]

After a half-day on the cart that trundles daily from Haafingar to Ormsbrú, all but one of its passengers have discovered how to sleep. The Colovy land agent, wedged on the back-facing bench between a snoring stevedore and a man with stilettos for elbows, has not yet landed on the trick of it. When the cart shudders over a pothole in the road, the scrips he’s surveying flutter from his lap to the floor.

“Dammit,” he says politely in Colovian, bending to gather them. His back twinges in protest. “Loop of the hanged. Shirt on the arse—”

He smiles like a man on the rack. An elbow removes itself, with an apologetic mumble, from between his ribs.

Not long now, the land agent reminds himself. Not long now, surely. But he hasn’t eaten since breakfast, cold pottage boiled to paste in a public-house that stank of sweat and mead. He shuffles the scrips with uncharacteristic malice. On business in the Costa d’Oro, where roads were paved and—better still—often unnecessary, he had traveled from Anvile to Iarola by traghetto. He had brought his son along for the simple reason that the journey was not arduous, and that Cosimo, five years old, had never been on a boat. He’d watched his son wobble around the deck. He had pointed out porpoises, far slivers flashing in the sea like silver coins, and watched the boy beam like the sun on the water.

Now he watches the cane of a man asleep on the opposite bench, who has made himself dubiously comfortable by wedging his elbow in the window and his head in his hand, tilt with cheerful depravity away from the man’s knee. It totters as if thinking about tilting back. Then the cart jolts over a bump, and the cane, as if diving from a burning house, clatters to the floor and rolls off.

The land agent gives it a glum look. He starts to bend.

Then he hesitates. The man to whom it belongs has opened one red eye.

“Rafe,” he rasps, and shrugs one shoulder. The boy sleeping on it, slack-jawed and wrapped in the man’s cloak like a blanket, stirs and blinks blearily down at the problem. It’s too far for him to reach.

“Shiv,” he mumbles, and shrugs one shoulder. The girl sleeping on it, her fur and whiskers flattened on one side, grumbles and turns her face into his sleeve.

Then she disentangles herself from her share of the cloak and, with an enormous pink yawn, feels around on the floor for the cane. The land agent, with growing amusement, watches her pick it up and pass it to her right; the boy, without opening his eyes, passes it again.

The man doesn’t open his eyes, either. “Thank you, hlai.”

His charges, perhaps his apprentices, mumble in vague reply. They reappropriate the cloak. In a minute—they are, the land agent thinks with admiration, consummate professionals—they’ve nodded off again, all three, like players in a skit.

The land agent smiles. He returns to his papers. The sleeping girl smiles too, for a moment, like the sun on the ferrule of a cane.

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a miniature rafe (pictured during his early apprenticeship)

apprenticeship is perhaps the most common form of education in tamriel. parents who want their children to learn a trade arrange an apprenticeship for them with a master craftsman or guildsman; the apprenticeship period lasts for several years, during which time the child, in helping the master work, learns through both tutelage and experience

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rafe's surname is "foy" (middle french for "faith") and that's about as much consideration of symbolism that ever goes into my character-naming process