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North To The Future [Chapter 12: Iris]

The year is now 2000. You are just beginning your veterinary practice in Juneau, Alaska. Aegon is a mysterious, troubled newcomer to town. You kind of hate him. You are also kind of obsessed with him. Falling for him might legitimately ruin your life…but can you help it? Oh, and there’s a serial killer on the loose known only as the Ice Fisher.

Chapter warnings: Language, alcoholism, addiction, murder, discussions of sex, sexual content, violence, discussions of suicide, Taco Bell.

Word count: 7.1k.

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“It was New Year’s Eve,” you say, you know.

“New Year’s Eve, 1993.” Aegon checks the crimson-stained fistful of paper napkins he’s had jammed against his nose. His face is bloody and swollen and bruising; splotches darken from ash towards indigo as seconds tick by on the wall clock. Aegon winces under the stark florescent lights, stripped of all his shadows and secrets like a suspect being interrogated. A few tables away—far enough to give you the illusion of privacy, close enough to overhear any plots of escape—Aemond is clicking away on his BlackBerry, something you’ve never seen in person before. He is also dissecting, with great skepticism and plastic utensils, a Mexican pizza and Nachos Supreme. You aren’t sure what he had in mind when he asked for a restaurant within walking distance, but it certainly wasn’t Taco Bell.

“What happened?” you ask Aegon gently. It’s bad. It has to be bad.

He tops off his Mountain Dew with the bottle of Captain Morgan spiced rum that he added to his tab when the three of you returned to Ursa Minor for Aemond’s luggage: a single green Louis Vuitton suitcase that he had asked Dale to stow behind the bar. You have an order of Cinnamon Twists on your tray, but no appetite; you only sip tentatively at your own Mountain Dew, the ice cubes clinking in the paper cup. The Taco Bell employees watch reticently from their refuge on the other side of the cash register, like skittish animals in a zoo enclosure. The table that Trent mutilated is still wrapped with duct tape.

“Aegon?” you prompt.

“I went to a party.” He drags his fingers through his white-blond, blood-stained hair. It is wet from the snow, chaotic, untamed. His perpetually errant lock rests on his bruised cheekbone. “I was fucked up. I mean, everyone there was fucked up, but I was…combative, I guess. Do you know what a speedball is?”

“No,” you answer honestly. They don’t exactly run segments about things like that on 60 Minutes.

“It’s cocaine and heroin mixed together, and I’d never tried it before. I broke a window, I was shouting, I think I punched somebody. The people hosting knew my dad, so as a courtesy to him instead of calling the cops they called the house. My parents weren’t there. They were on a yacht out in Biscayne Bay, waiting for the fireworks to go off at midnight. Helaena was away at a boarding school in London.” He looks at you, his watery blue eyes slick and fearful.

“Aemond was the one who picked up the phone,” you realize.

“He was home with Daeron. He was sixteen, he didn’t even have a real driver’s license yet. He only had his learner’s permit.” Aegon guzzles down his Mountain Dew, adds more rum, stirs with his straw, takes another few gulps. “Aemond didn’t want me to get in trouble again. My parents were always screaming at me, they were always upset, and obviously Aemond had to live with that. He figured he could pick me up, drive me home, drag me upstairs to bed and my parents would never know the difference.”

You remember the twelve shallow scars blown across his chest like shrapnel. Car accident, he had told you. A long time ago.

“I fought him,” Aegon says. “I fought him all the way to the car, I fought him once I was inside. The security guys working the party handcuffed me to the armrest on the car door, but still, I was fighting. I was trying to get the key from Aemond. I dislocated a wrist and didn’t even realize it until later, my hand was swelling so badly the metal cuff was cutting into my skin. Aemond finally got my seatbelt on. And he was so preoccupied he forgot about his own.”

More rum and Mountain Dew, more self-medication. More cold, iron-heavy dread filling up your chest like seawater hemorrhaging into a sinking ship.

“We got on the MacArthur Causeway. Aemond was yelling at me to shut up so he could focus. He was trying to remember how to get home. It was dark, there were streetlights passing by overhead. There was moonlight on the waves in the channel. I finally broke the armrest off the car door and I…” He shakes his head, like no matter how true it is he still can’t believe it. He looks down at his open palms. “I grabbed the wheel.”

“You what?”

He flinches at the memory. “I grabbed the wheel and yanked it. Aemond was trying to push me away, but it was too late. We swerved into oncoming traffic and hit a minivan. Our car rolled over once, twice, I think four times total. The windshield shattered, glass went everywhere. That’s what happened to Aemond’s eye. He wasn’t even aware of it. I kept wondering why he wasn’t screaming like I was. He got knocked out on impact. He was in a coma for ten days. The doctors said he should have died.”

But he didn’t. And yet the guilt Aegon carries is so goddamn heavy. “What about the van?”

“It went off the road and into the channel. Everyone inside drowned. A mother and two kids.”

“You’re a killer,” you breathe, remembering the tattoo under his left collarbone.

Aegon agrees: “I’m a killer.”

You stare at him, paralyzed by wordless, icy horror.

“Everyone knows,” Aegon says, eyes wet, voice hoarse. “Everyone back in Miami knows. I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t see Aemond’s scar, I couldn’t see the resentment on my parents’ faces every day for the rest of my life. I wasn’t just the fuckup eldest son anymore. There was nothing darkly, chaotically amusing about me. There was just plain darkness.”

“They didn’t…you weren’t…you never got arrested or anything?”

“No.”

“…Why?”

He shrugs, like it’s just the way the world works, gravity or nitrogen. “Aemond never told anyone how it happened. People knew, but he wouldn’t say it. And when the cops opened an investigation my dad made it go away.”

“How could he make something like that just…just…disappear?”

“The Microsoft office in Miami generates hundreds of millions in tax revenue each year. He threatened to get it moved to California or Texas. And maybe he threw in a holiday bonus for the police department, more money for pepper spray and flashbang grenades or whatever. All I know is that the lawyers descended and I never had to answer a single question about that night, and toxicology reports showed up claiming that mother driving the minivan had a blood alcohol concentration of 0.35.” He smiles, weakly and miserably. “People like me don’t face consequences, Appletini. They roll off our backs like rain and flood into the gutters to drown the rats.”

You can’t find your words. There’s nothing to say, or perhaps there’s too much to say; your thoughts are churning sickly like waves in a storm. From several tables away, Aemond glances over at you, his sapphire eye glinting under the unforgiving artificial light.

“And now you’ll hate me,” Aegon says with grave acceptance. He can’t blame you. He won’t even try to talk you out of it. “Just like everybody else.”

He’s been punishing himself for six years. And he’ll never stop. “I don’t hate you.”

His blood-stained brows knit together. “You don’t?”

“No.” I should, that’s true, and I would if it was anyone besides him. But I just don’t. And I have a few secrets of my own these days.

“I can’t believe that.”

“Read for yourself.” You offer your palms to him, sliding your hands across the table. At first, Aegon doesn’t understand, he doesn’t remember. And then he smiles, genuinely this time. Aemond is now watching intently and with palpable confusion.

Aegon traces the lines of your left palm with one weightless fingerprint. “It says you’re too good for this place. Maybe you’re too good for anyplace.”

“Do I finally know everything?”

“No,” Aegon says simply. “There’s over a decade of impassioned self-destruction in my rearview mirror. I could never explain all of it, and even if I could I wouldn’t want to. You have to accept that, or you have to move on. But now you know the worst of it. I hope that’s enough.”

You’re still thinking it over when Aemond forces down the last of his uninspiring Taco Bell dinner and approaches, toting his suitcase behind him. “Alright. Let’s go.”

“How did you find me?” Aegon asks.

“You gave the hospital a fake phone number and address, and then never paid your bill. They sent it to collections. I got a call asking if I happened to know where you were currently staying in Juneau.”

Aegon sighs deeply and rubs his eyes with both hands. “Goddammit.”

“What about the other cities?” you say. “Aegon mentioned that he saw you in Phoenix and San Francisco.”

Aemond looks at his brother as he answers. “The journals.”

Your stomach drops. Jesse. He’s just like Jesse. “The…?”

“He left all these journals in his room. There were lists of cities in them. Cities crossed off, cities circled. Potential places to hide out, I figured.”

“But…but…” Aegon sputters. “There must have been a hundred different names on those pages—!”

“Yes,” Aemond replies coldly. “One-hundred and twelve, actually. And every weekend, every break from school, every chance I got I picked one city and went there hoping to find you.”

Aegon sinks down into his chair, dismayed and guilty and small like a child. He says in a whisper: “I can’t work for Dad.”

Aemond is disgusted. “I don’t need you to help run the company. I need you to show Mom that you’re okay.”

“Oh, right, because Dad already found a new heir.” He studies Aemond. “MIT?”

“I graduated last year.” And you weren’t there, his tone implies.

“Fantastic. And I bet Dad didn’t even have to buy your way in with a brand new shiny gym, complete with an Olympic-sized pool and a rock wall.”

“He did not, that’s correct.”

“You went to MIT?” you ask Aegon, mystified. You can’t imagine that going well.

Apparently, it didn’t. “Briefly.”

“Three weeks, I think?” Aemond says.

Aegon frowns, slurping his rum and Mountain Dew. “Five.”

“You can have tonight,” Aemond tells him. “We can stay in your apartment. You can say goodbye to your girlfriend, or…whatever she is. And then we’re flying out in the morning.”

Aegon perks up, a lawyer seizing upon an exonerating technicality. “I can’t leave until they’ve captured the Ice Fisher.”

“The who?”

“He’s a serial killer. He’s been murdering people in Juneau for months. Right?” Aegon turns to you for confirmation.

“Right,” you say.

“I can’t leave her alone. It’s not safe. What if she gets killed as soon as I jet off to Miami? That would be a completely avoidable tragedy. I have to make sure she’s okay. I’m trying to turn over a new leaf here.”

Aemond’s remaining eye blinks slowly. “This is a bizarre stalling tactic. Ineffectual, yes, and yet I have to applaud your frenetic ingenuity.”

“Ask them,” Aegon pleads, gesturing to the Taco Bell employees behind the cash register. “The Ice Fisher is real. They’ll tell you.”

Warily, Aemond goes to the counter. He exchanges a few words with the employees—who gape impolitely at his gnarled scar and glittering sapphire eye—and then returns, eyebrows raised. “Well, that was unexpected. How long has this Ice Fisher been terrorizing Juneau?”

“Since October,” you tell him.

“Hm.” Aemond toys with his BlackBerry, gazing out the windows at the dark windswept night. He says to his brother: “How did you manage to end up in the one town in Alaska with an active serial killer?”

“Luck, I guess.”

“Bad luck,” Aemond clarifies.

“No,” Aegon says, looking at you. “Just luck.”

“And once the murderer is arrested, you’ll leave without any complaints?”

Aegon’s face is a mask, consciously expressionless. “Yes.”

“Alright. Then here’s how this will work,” Aemond begins. “You can stay for now. And I’ll stay here with you. You’ll turn over everything to me: id, keys, cash. You won’t go anywhere without me knowing about it. And in return, I’ll make a few calls and see what I can do about this Ice Fisher situation.”

“You don’t need to worry about me disappearing,” Aegon insists. “I told you. I can’t leave until the Ice Fisher is caught. I’m not going anywhere. I’m stuck.”

“Nonetheless.” Aemond’s eye is a primordial, savage blue. “You will do as I say. Or I will drag you home to Miami, serial killer be damned. This isn’t my city. These aren’t my people. Juneau could sink into the Pacific Ocean and my life wouldn’t change one iota.”

They’re that determined? They’re that capable?

One of them, yes.

Aegon is compliant, almost tame. It is a strange skin for him to wear. He shows Aemond his palms in surrender. “I understand completely.”

“Good,” Aemond says, and you bag up your leftover Cinnamon Twists to take home before following him and Aegon to the door.

The three of you walk together back to Ursa Minor. Heather’s Chevy Suburban is still in the parking lot, so you know you can get a ride home with her. This is convenient; your Jeep is at home in your parents’ driveway, and Aegon is drunk. Before you can step inside the bar, Aemond stops you, pulling you aside as Aegon waits several yards away on the snow-covered sidewalk.

He asks, low enough that Aegon can’t hear: “What has he used since he’s been in Juneau?”

“Rum. And whipped-cream flavored vodka.”

Aemond nods. “What else?”

You hesitate.

“I can’t protect him if I don’t know what to look for.”

“Heroin,” you confess. “But only once that I know of.” And in those words is a truth that you hate: you’ll never know for sure what poisons Aegon is dulling the immutable, needlelike pain of his existence with. You will only know what he chooses to show you…and what he is too far-gone to hide.

Aemond closes his eye for a moment. “Yes, that sounds about right.”

Aegon stands in an isle of streetlight luminescence, his hands in the pockets of his parka. He watches you: wanting to speak to you, wanting to do much more. And he doesn’t move until Aemond grabs the back of his coat like the scruff of a kitten and hauls him off towards the apartment building.

~~~~~~~~~~

When you’re done at the vet clinic the next day, you bring Sunfyre to Aegon’s apartment. You figure he could benefit from some cheering up. When you arrive, Aegon is just getting out of the shower and changing into his street clothes, his hair messy and wet, the scars on his pale chest eclipsed by his black and white striped long-sleeve shirt. After much debate—which primarily consisted of Aegon keeping his brother awake with an acapella rendition of Cotton-Eyed Joe until 4 a.m.—Aemond had agreed to allow Aegon to go to work. It wasn’t for the money, Aegon said, which Aemond would confiscate from him anyway. It was so he wouldn’t let his crew down by quitting with no notice. Still, Aemond accompanied him to and from the docks like a parent taking their kindergartener to the bus stop. The golden retriever bounds into Aegon’s outstretched arms, tail wagging manically.

“Hey, buddy!” Aegon gushes, flopping down onto the scuffed hardwood floor to roll around with him. “I missed you so much! Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy?!”

“What is that?” Aemond asks, glowering as he reaches for the refrigerator handle.

“This is Sunfyre. He’s my dog. And he’s the best boy in the whole wide world, aren’t you, buddy? Aren’t you?! Yes you are!” Sunfyre barks in concurrence.

“You can keep a dog alive?” Aemond opens the refrigerator. “All you have in here are Lunchables and Coca-Cola. And...coffee creamer, for some reason.”

Aegon, still sprawled on the floor and scratching Sunfyre’s ears, shrugs. “Then go to the Foodland. You have credit cards.”

“Foodland…?”

“Ohhhh.” Aegon cranes his neck to grin up at you. “He’s never been to a grocery store.”

“Really?” you ask Aemond, who is grimacing, annoyed but also…uneasy. Embarrassed, even. It’s the first time you’ve ever seen him rattled. “How is that possible?”

“I’ll tell you how,” Aegon says, squishing Sunfyre’s cheeks together. “Private chefs, personal assistants, five-star restaurants…”

“This town is a graveyard where culture goes to die,” Aemond mutters. He slides his BlackBerry out of his pocket—he’s wearing another black suit today—and begins typing.

“We can go to Foodland,” you offer. Aemond narrows his gaze at you suspiciously. He doesn’t understand why you would want to be accommodating. It’s really not that complicated; the more comfortable Aemond is in Juneau, the longer he’ll be willing to stay. And he seems like a useful friend to have.

Aegon stands, giving Sunfyre one last pat on the head. “Sure. As long as we’re back by 7.”

Aemond puts his BlackBerry away. “What happens at 7?”

Aegon smiles. “My band is performing.”

“Your what?”

“You’ll see,” Aegon says, and grabs his parka from where he had tossed it haphazardly on the couch earlier. Trent, you think, helpless and dismayed. If the band is at Ursa Minor, that means Trent will be there too.

The Foodland is fairly bustling; there is a blizzard forecasted to hit Juneau tomorrow, and locals are stocking up on essentials to last them through the storm. As Aegon fills a basket with Doritos and Dunkaroos, you follow Aemond to the fresh produce section. He picks up a single bunch of broccoli and sets it in the cart.

You laugh, ripping off a translucent plastic bag from the dispenser. “It goes in here.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” He secures the broccoli in the bag, then begins filling another bag with Braeburn apples.

“Wait, wait…you can’t just throw them in like that…you’ll bruise them. Here.” You take the bag and show him. “You pick up each apple, check it to make sure it’s good, no brown squishy spots, and then place it—gently—in the bag. Now you try.”

Aemond successfully procures a dozen satisfactory apples. He’s wearing an eyepatch made of black leather, which is unusual. It’s the first time you’ve seen his wounded eye obscured since you met him.

“Awesome. Be warned though, fruit is super expensive here. Those apples are probably going to be like twenty bucks.”

Aemond smirks. “I think I’ll manage.” He checks his BlackBerry and clicks out a quick reply.

“What are you emailing people about?” It feels odd to even say the word email. It sounds like something you’d hear on Star Trek or the X-Files.

“Napster.”

“What’s Napster?”

“A peer-to-peer file sharing application.”

“Oh, yeah, totally.” You have no idea what that means. “Is Targaryen Enterprises going to invest in it?”

“Probably. But that’s still confidential at this stage in the negotiations.”

“So you’re going to be in huge trouble when they find out you let me in on the secret.”

Aemond smiles, not in a friendly way but not entirely mocking either. “Who could you possibly tell? You’ve never met anyone who matters, and you never will. No one except me and Aegon. And we’ll be gone before you know it.”

You consider him, hushed and regal and stoic and yet…somehow, undeniably…dangerous. “Why did you put on your eyepatch before we left the apartment?”

“I try to wear it if I might be around children. The eye frightens them. And if I take the sapphire out, it’s just a gaping hole. That’s even worse.”

“But you don’t wear the eyepatch all the time.”

“No.”

“Why? Too…piratey?”

“No. Nerve damage.” He signals vaguely to the ruined half of his face. “The eyepatch rubs. It can set it off. And once it gets rolling, there’s no stopping it.”

And because you’re a vet, you know exactly what nerve damage is: numbness, or burning, or blinding electrifying pain, or all three in a rotation like a wheel. “I’m sorry,” you say softly. “Aegon, he…he’s never forgiven himself for it. I don’t know if he’s ever said that to you, but it’s true. I think he would take the pain for you if he could.”

“He wouldn’t,” Aemond says bitterly. “He wouldn’t even come home.”

And I don’t think he ever will. I think he’d skydive out of the plane without a parachute first. “Can you tell me what it’s like? Miami? I’ve never been.” I’ve never really been anywhere.

“I can do better than that. I can show you.” He opens his wallet—black leather, just like his eyepatch, gleaming and heavy—and slips out several small photographs. There’s the beach, and palm trees, and the city skyline, and several luxury cars, and a building with a glass spiral staircase and tall white walls speckled with bewilderingly abstract pieces of modern art.

“Oh, is that a museum?”

“That’s my parents’ house.”

“Right,” you reply, wide-eyed.

Aegon appears with a basket so full he has to lug it around with both hands. “Guess who I saw in the snack aisle,” he says to you, heaving his basket into the cart.

“Watch the apples!” Aemond hisses.

“Who?” you ask Aegon.

“Our favorite former-football star.” Icy, stunning fear seeps from your skin all the way down to the bones. Trent. “Congratulations on getting rid of him, by the way.”

You try to keep your voice level. “I got rid of him?”

“Seems that way.” Aegon plucks a banana off the display shelf, unpeels it, and takes a bite.

“You’re paying for that,” Aemond says.

Aegon continues: “Trent’s been super happy recently. Creepily happy, actually. I keep asking him what’s up but he won’t tell me, he just flashes that big stupid grin. Well just now he finally dropped a hint. He’s having luck with some girl he’s really into. Says things are finally looking up for him in the love department. And if he’s not talking about you, Appletini, it’s got to be someone else.”

“That’s wonderful news,” you say, barely hearing yourself. It's me, you think, petrified. It’s me that Trent thinks he’s going to end up with, and how the hell am I going to tell Aegon that?

“Who’s Trent?” Aemond inquires.

“Just a guy,” you reply. “A big, Hulk-like, not terribly intelligent guy.”

“You should probably check him out,” Aegon informs his brother. “I find it hard to believe that he could be a killer—he’s violent sometimes, but not, like, murderously violent—but he’s the only real suspect we’ve got.”

Aemond’s jaw is rigid, contemplative. “Hm.”

Aegon finishes his banana, tosses the peel under a table stacked high with boxes of donuts, and pushes the cart towards the checkout counter. Aemond takes off after him. “Hey, what did I say about the banana—?!”

Trent, you think despondently, staring blankly at rows of glossy apples: red like blood, green like life. I have to tell him about Trent.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Bitch!” Heather proclaims when she spies you, arms thrown wide open. She embraces you, the golden sequins of her shirt snagging on the loops of your turquois sweater. “Whoops, sorry Grandma.” She untangles herself. Joyce, Kimmie, and Brad wave from the usual booth. Rob and Trent are warming up on their instruments. Aegon meanders unsteadily over to join them, downing a rum and Coke assembled by a yawning Dale. You wonder how much Aegon owes on his tab now. It has to be a thousand or more. Maybe Aemond will pay it before he leaves. Before he drags Aegon back home to Miami screaming like stormwinds.

From behind his drumkit, Trent beams at you, showing all his teeth. You shudder when you remember the bruise they left on your neck. Nonetheless, you smile back noncommittally; the last thing you need is to prompt him to make a scene.

Heather gestures to Aegon. “British Kurt Cobain.” Now she points at Aemond. “Albino Fabio.”

You burst out laughing. “Yeah, basically.”

“What’s up with the…?” She taps her own left cheekbone. The scar, she means, The eye.

“It’s a long story. Aemond is Aegon’s brother, he’s here to convince him to go home.”

“I’d like to think I’m a pretty non-judgmental person, but their parents really should have invested in a baby names book. Where’s home?”

“Miami.”

“Well fuck, I wouldn’t mind jetting off to Miami. Think Aemond would take me instead?” But she’s joking, of course. Heather loves Juneau. She would never put it so sentimentally, but she does. Kimmie adores being a big fish in a small pond; she wouldn’t make such a splash anywhere else. Joyce needs the quiet. Only you were cursed with this greedy restlessness that is inked to you like an invisible tattoo; only you inherited this nameless craving for more.

“You should ask,” you tease Heather. “Ask Aemond really, really nicely. And make sure you nuzzle up against him so he can feel that you’re not wearing a bra.”

She gasps. “You can tell?”

“Heather, everyone can tell.”

She grins mischievously. “Good. That’s the point.”

You order drinks together—a Sex On The Beach for Heather, a blackberry Bacardi Breezer for you—and then part ways. Heather joins the growing crowd that is gathering to watch Boat #27’s imminent performance. You sit next to Aemond at the bar. He’s sipping a Caipirinha, taking slow, shallow, meditative tastes. He’s staring at the band, but you’re not sure if he’s really seeing them. Aegon gulps down another rum and Coke—his second in about five minutes—and staggers as he tests the microphone. His white-blond hair falls untidily over his eyes. No one seems surprised to see the mottled bruises or split lip on his face. It’s the sort of thing to be expected from someone like him; drunks wear ill-gotten injuries like diamonds and pearls.

“It’s not good for him,” you tell Aemond. “You being here.”

“Nothing’s ever been good for him,” Aemond says. “I remember being twelve years old and my whole life was trying to stop him from jumping out of a window or in front of a car. When we locked up all the pain pills he found bottles of Vitamin A tablets and swallowed about five hundred of them before we kicked the door down. We got his stomach pumped, brought him home, and the next day he tried the same thing all over again with my mother’s EpiPens.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, agonized.

“I’m not here to torture him. I’m here to help. I want to help my mother move on with her life. I want to help Helaena and Daeron get their brother back. And I want to help Aegon become a better man. It’s possible, I think, if he’ll work for it. But it’s not going to happen as long as he’s running between cities and from one addiction to the next. He’s got to come home. He’s got to face what he’s done and learn how to cope with it.”

The band has begun their song. It’s Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, a peculiarly subdued choice. Aegon sings with his eyes on you and his calloused fingertips scaling the fretboard of his battered green electric guitar.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘cause I know that you feel me somehow.

You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, and I don’t want to go home right now…”

“Hm.” Aemond’s face—half-immaculate, half-mutilated—holds a quiet, intense curiosity that might even be a dash of awe. “I’ve never seen him play before.”

“Really?”

“Really. He’s not bad.”

“He’s perfect,” you murmur.

“So you’re in love with him too.” Aemond nips at his Caipirinha. “I feel so sorry for you.”

You glare at him, flushing and furious, the kind of flame-red rage you can only conjure for someone when you know they’re right. Aemond is aware of this, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He is as cool as his Caipirinha: frosty and still and sharp like glass. His sapphire glints, his scar grows darker in the twilight dimness of Ursa Minor. You miss the Christmas lights; you miss what could have been if Aemond had never walked with his light and yet decisive steps into Juneau. You swallow your Bacardi Breezer like reckless, venomous words.

When the song is over, Trent begins making his way through the crowd towards you. You hop off the barstool and evade him, weaving from one end of the packed room to the other. He gets drawn into a conversation with Matt and Gary, but he’s still scanning the sea of faces for yours.

If he finds me, it’s going to all come out into the open. He’ll say something, or I’ll say something, or Aegon will say something, and then it will be out of my hands. I have to tell Aegon first. He has to hear it from me.

Aegon finds you, smiling in that warm, dreamy, tipsy sort of way. “Hey, Appletini—”

“I have to talk to you.”

Immediately, it startles him: your voice, your face. “What’s wrong?”

“I just have to talk to you about something. Right now. Where can we go?”

“Uh, uh…” He glances around, and then he points to the staircase. His disobedient lock of hair is a white stripe across his cheek. “The roof?”

“Okay. Yes, good.”

“Great.”

You go to the coatrack together to fetch your parkas, then make for the steps. Aemond is there to meet you, towering and lithe and silver like lightning.

“Please, Aemond,” Aegon says. “We need ten minutes.”

“You can’t have it.”

“Ten fucking minutes,” Aegon snaps. “It’s a rooftop patio, it’s not in use during the winter. For Christ’s sake, we’re not going to jump off of it or anything. There’s nowhere for us to run. She’s not leaving Juneau. I have no money, no license, no nothing. You have all of that. Don’t you get it? There’s nowhere for us to run.”

Aemond’s BlackBerry starts beeping. He whips it out and reads the message. “Fine,” he snarls, like a verbal shove hard enough to bruise. “Just go. Ten minutes.” And as you and Aegon ascend the staircase, you catch a glimpse of Trent watching from across the crowded bar, knocking back a Heineken and simmering with some pattern of layered emotions that you can’t read.

Outside, the night sky is muted with cloud cover: thick, dark, starless. The moon is a vague blur of eerie ethereal light, a reflection of a reflection. And sometimes, you think you might be something just like that.

“What is it?” Aegon asks. And his face destroys you: seeking but not suspicious, concerned but not fearful. He would never see this coming. Not now. He trusts me too much. He thinks too highly of me. Much, much too highly. And isn’t that what love always does to people? Cold Arctic wind spirals around you both, tearing at your hair, wrenching tears from your eyes like doomed fish from a lake.

“I hooked up with Trent.”

Aegon’s face doesn’t change. He’s heard it, but he hasn’t felt it yet. “Like…a long time ago?”

“No. After the New Year’s Eve party.” After I found you in your apartment.

The first wave of it hits him: in his shoulders, in his eyes, in his tremulous voice. “And when you say hooked up, you mean…what? Second base?”

“No. I mean everything.”

“Everything,” he repeats numbly.

“Yes.”

He takes a step back from you, covering his mouth with one hand. He stares down at the snow around his Doc Martens combat boots, shaking his head and saying nothing. That’s worse than shouting. You had been prepared for shouting.

“Aegon—”

He puts his hands up like he’s barring a door. “I need a minute, I need a minute.” He inhales, exhales, rubs his furrowed forehead with his thumb and index finger. “Why—?” His voice breaks off. He tries again. “Why would you do that?”

“I was angry, I was so goddamn angry at you. And I’m not trying to make excuses, I’m just…I’m just trying to explain. I was so desperate to feel something other than what I was feeling that I made a mistake. A horrible, humiliating mistake. Now Trent thinks I really like him and that’s bad but what’s worse is the fact that now, right now, I have to tell you the truth. I’m so fucking sorry. And I would change it if I could but I can’t.”

Aegon looks at you. “You weren’t…you know…” He flinches like somebody’s struck him. “Afraid of Trent?”

“It was at my house, my parents were around—”

Again, he stops you, holding up his hands. “I can’t hear the details, I just can’t.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat in a whimper. It’s almost inaudible in the roar of the wind.

It seems like forever before Aegon speaks. When he does, there’s no fury. It is a controlled, calm surrender. “Okay.”

“Okay? That’s all? Okay?”

“It’s my fault, right?” he says. “It would be pretty fucked up of me to blame you for something that only happened because of what I did. So okay. Don’t worry about it. We’ll deal with Trent together. We’ll figure something out. We—”

You rush to him and Aegon catches you, shocked but welcoming, harboring. You burrow into him as he strokes your hair and shields you from the frigid wind, soothing you with soft, sighing words, his damaged lips warm against your ear.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay, Appletini. I’m not mad. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

“Yeah,” you agree, biting back sobs. “Right now I am.”

But what about when you leave, Aegon? What about then?

~~~~~~~~~~

You’re lying in bed—showered, somber, oversized T-shirt and blue flannel pajama pants—and staring at the celebrity posters on your wall when the phone rings. You frown at it as it sits on your nightstand, a beacon of both hope and despair. Trent. It’s probably Trent.

Downstairs, your mom is engrossed in a riveting book club meeting. You can hear the attendees debating the merits of A Walk To Remember through the floorboards. You snatch up the phone before one of your parents can answer and invite Trent over for tea and Tongass Forest Cookies.

“Hello?” you say, with great annoyance.

“Hey, Appletini.”

“Heyyy!” You bolt upright in bed. “What’s up? Why are you whispering?”

“Aemond’s asleep on my couch. I think if I keep him awake again, he might disembowel me.”

You smile. “So why risk it?”

“I had a weird feeling. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“My mom’s book club is getting extremely heated downstairs. I’m currently in bed and staring at my numerous Ricky Martin posters. I’m fine.”

“Just fine? Not better than fine?”

You twirl the phone cord between your fingers. You remember what his bare skin felt like against yours, what he tasted like, the way your fingers twisted in his hair. It’s all you can think about; you can’t stop. Maybe it’s better not to. After all, time is running out. “I want you,” you say simply.

There’s no question of whether Aegon will agree. He goes straight to the logistics. “I think that would definitely wake up Aemond. And even if he didn’t have my keys I’m not…uh…in driving condition.” Not sober, he means.

“I have a Jeep.”

“I’ll look for you in ten minutes.” He hangs up. You wave a bashful hello to the book club attendees as you race by them and out into the driveway, clutching the bear mace that hangs from your purse just in case the Ice Fisher happens to be lurking nearby. You don’t even remember your parka.

As you idle under the streetlight in front of Aegon’s apartment, he comes running out of the building in his black Nirvana T-shirt, green flannel pajamas, open parka, and hastily thrown-on boots, the laces untied and flapping. You get out to meet him in the backseat, locking the doors with a distracted press of a button. Both of you kick off your boots and toss them onto the floor. Neither of you speak; there’s no need for it.

You yank off Aegon’s parka and T-shirt as he drags you into his lap, one hand pressed into the small of your back and the other cradling your face, kissing you with vicious desperation. His split lip, still healing, is rough against yours; the bruises on his face are shadows under the murky streetlight glow. You knot your fingers in his hair, drawing him in closer, closer, never close enough. He tugs your shirt over your head and finds nothing underneath but bare, needy flesh that aches for him like lungs burn in the cold.

As his hands wander, he murmurs against your throat, breathless and urgent: “I missed this. I missed you.”

“Show me,” you beg him. You can tell how hard he is; you can recall exactly what it will feel like once he’s inside you, filling and safe and deeply, immensely good. You grab his hands and put them on the waistband of your pajamas. “Aegon, please, I need you so fucking badly. Show me how much you missed me.”

He throws you down across the backseat, cushioning your head with one hand so it doesn’t hit against the door. Then he positions himself between your thighs, panting as he hooks his thumbs under the elastic of your pajamas. They’re gone in an instant, your legs bare and shaking with the rush of adrenaline. Aegon is pushing your thighs apart so he can kiss his way up the inside, his rough wounded lips pressed to your vulnerable skin. You can feel the heel of his palm kneading you through your panties, simple blue silk that is soaked for him; he’s about to take them off.

“Yes,” you moan, almost unable to stand it. The Jeep windows are clouded with sweltering fog. “Yes, yes, oh god, Aegon, yes—”

There is a deafening sound, a breaking, a crashing; someone is screaming, and it takes a moment for you to realize that it’s you. The Jeep door rips open, startlingly cold night air flooding in and ravaging your bare skin, slick with the sweat of now-vanished lust. Something grabs your hair and—with horrifying, relentless force—drags you out into the snow. There are shards of glass littering the ground from the broken window. One of them cuts into the side of your right thigh, spilling blood that is more black than red under the dim beam of the streetlight. Aegon is shouting, and someone else is too, a rumbling voice that at first you can’t place. Then you look up and see him. Trent stands above you, one hand still gripping your hair, the other holding a rock as big as a human skull. He’s calling you a slut, a whore, a bitch. His hand is bleeding from when he used the rock to break the Jeep’s window so he could unlock the door. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“Trent, Trent!” Aegon is screaming, standing in the snow with bare feet and wearing only his green flannel pajama pants. His hands are outstretched, but there’s nothing he can do. “Trent, let her go. Let her go—!”

“You?!” Trent roars. “She’s been cheating on me with you?!”

He yanks you by your hair again and you shriek, punching at his knuckles and trying to curl your legs beneath you so you can stand and then—

And then what?! your mind howls like the wind. You can’t run away from him. You can’t fight him off. You probably can’t even put a mark on him. So then what? So then WHAT?!

“You’re not mad at her,” Aegon says, trying to stay calm, trying to reason with him. “You’re mad at me, Trent, you’re mad at me, it was my idea, I talked her into it, I’m the one you’re mad at, so let her go and then we can—”

“You bitch!” Trent thunders down at you. You try to bolt away and he jerks you back again by your hair, a scream tearing from your throat. You’re trembling all over; you’re drenched in snow and blood. “You fucking bitch—!”

“Let her go!” Aegon is out of ideas. He charges Trent, having no chance at all and knowing it. And just as he reaches him—

For the second time, there is a sound that seems to split the world in two. You cover your ears; you pinch your eyes shut. Trent’s hand releases your hair, and when you fall into the snow—your arms buried up to your elbows in it—you scramble for Aegon, sobbing and shivering uncontrollably. He pulls you against his bare chest, his eyes huge. You turn to see what he’s gaping at. Under the streetlight is Aemond with a revolver in his right hand. At first, it’s aiming into the sky. Then he brings it down to point at Trent.

“You want to get out of here,” he says in a low, blade-sharp voice.

Trent—not out of defiance, you think, but rather out of sheer, witless disbelief—doesn’t move.

Aemond pulls down the revolver’s hammer with his thumb. “Or, if you prefer, we can all find out what your brains look like.”

Trent, sufficiently mobilized, stumbles through the snow to his truck, climbs inside, and speeds off into the night. Aemond dumps the rest of the bullets out of the revolver and into his palm, then stows them in the pocket of his black sweatpants.

Aegon reaches into your Jeep to get his parka, throws it over you, and zips it closed. Then he yells to Aemond, waving at the revolver: “What the fuck, they let you on a plane with that?!”

“Private jet.”

“Oh, right. Obviously.” Aegon cradles your face with both hands. “You okay, baby? You okay?” You nod forcefully, too cold and shell-shocked to speak. He doesn’t believe you. “Come on, let’s get you inside, let’s get you warmed up, let’s take a look at that leg—”

“That’s the guy, right?” Aemond says. “The one you think might be the killer.”

“Yeah,” Aegon replies distractedly, still focused on you.

“What’s his name?”

“Trent,” you say, finding your voice. “Trenton Desormeaux.”

Aemond stares out into the night, his pale eye fixed on the place where Trent had stood just seconds ago. He betrays nothing, his face lined with enigmatic concentration. “Hm,” he says. And then again: “Hm.”

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heytherejulia · 1 year ago

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It's nice to have a friend ~ Polin

pairing: modern!penelope featherington x modern!colin bridgerton

warning: some swearing, sexual innuendos, fat shaming, shitty mother, usual bridgerton chaos, insomnia, insecurities

summary: a walk through colin and penelope's relationship based on it's nice to have a friend by mother, doctor, taylor allison swift

word count: 2,9k

Penelope Featherington was walking home after a long day at the university and her only company was the ringing bell of the nearby primary school. January didn’t treat London nicely this year and everything around her was completely covered in white fluff. She was barely able to see a chalk drawing on a sidewalk as it was also covered in thin layer of snow. She smiled to herself when she realised that three little people were drawn on the pavement and signed “me and my best friends”. She thought it was the most adorable thing in the world. She’d never been very sentimental about stuff like that but today she felt like she might actually cry because of how freaking cute that was.

She regained her composure when she felt a piercing cold air on her bare fingers. She put her hands into the pockets of her coat only to realise that she lost her gloves, and it was freezing outside, and she still had at least half a kilometre walk to her flat.

‘Awesome,’ she muttered under her breath.

Penelope felt a tap on her shoulder and she thought her soul had just left her body for good. She didn’t have time to reach for pepper spray nor was she half a decent runner to escape the intruder. She waited for the inevitable when a person revealed his face. It was only Colin. Her life long crush, Colin. Her best friend’s brother, Colin. Her best friend too, if she let herself be bold enough to assume so.

‘Hello, Pen.’

‘Colin! I didn’t expect to see you here.’

‘Yeah, I was just walking by and saw you and thought I’d say hi. You’re going home?”

‘Thousand times yes.’

He laughed. She liked the sound of that. It felt nice to hear him laugh at something she said. Even if it wasn’t even a little funny. Still, even Colin’s warm laugh couldn’t prevent her body from shaking from how bloody cold it was.

‘You cold?’

‘I lost my gloves. But I’ll be fine, don’t worry.’

‘Here, take this.’ He handed her one of his blue gloves. Penelope blushed slightly at the gesture but hoped he wouldn’t notice as her cheeks were already pink from the wind. They walked for some time when he suddenly stopped.

‘Wanna hang out? At my place? It’s closer than yours.’

‘Yeah, sounds like fun.’

***

Penelope found herself in Colin Bridgerton’s childhood bedroom for the hundredth time in the past few months looking at him playing some weird video game. Eloise still had classes and Penelope didn’t feel like sitting on her own in their shared flat so she accepted Colin’s invitation to his game session. She was never into such things, not even as a child, not with her mother towering over her shoulder all the time, forcing her into reading educational books instead of some ‘muddling activities’, so she had never played them when she was a kid and now that she’s twenty something years old she just couldn’t find any will in herself to start it. She just didn’t see a point in doing that. Old habits die hard.

‘C’mon Pen, play with me, it’s just Mario Kart.’

‘I can’t.’ He frowned.

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t know how. I’ve never done that before.’

‘NO WAY! You’re friends with Eloise and she has never forced you into playing Mario Kart with her?!’

Penelope just looked at him with a small shrug.

‘It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Sit here.’

He tapped a place between his legs on his bed. She blushed. There was no way she would be able to sit there and play a stupid game while Colin's arms were wrapped around her body. But she did as he told her and sat in front of him and took a pad from him.

‘Are you ready?’ She nodded. ‘Alright, you have to press this button to start and those to move…’

***

Penelope was so happy to finally have vacation. As much as she loved journalism and literature, she was more than ready to unwind and rest during her leave. Her newly landed job was intense and so was her new boss. Charlotte Queen did not let anybody off the hook unless they did everything perfectly and Pen freshly out of university had a bit of hard time adjusting. She was at the annual Bridgertons’ barbecue sitting next to Gregory chatting her ear off with his attempts of flirting (no matter how sweet that was she couldn't really put her heart in it, he was still a kid in her eyes) and trying to ignore the piercing gaze of her mother, who definitely did not approve of her short fitted blue dress. It was too short, too fitting, and definitely too blue, and not yellow enough. She stood up from her seat, took her plate and went to Anthony who was grilling some meat.

‘Classy apron, Viscount Bridgerton.’ He was wearing an apron that said ‘sexy cook’. Probably a gag gift from one of his siblings.

He glared at her but then laughed.

‘Do you want a sausage?’

��Yeah, I would like one, thank you.’ As he was putting a sausage on her plate she heard her mother's shrieking voice.

‘I don’t think you should be eating that, Penelope, you can skip some of your meals, dear.’

Suddenly she wasn’t feeling hungry anymore. She left her plate on a table next to Anthony and went straight to her seat. Anthony tried to call after her but she ignored him. In another part of the garden, Colin stopped mid track his conversation with Kate about India when he heard Portia’s words. He furrowed his eyebrows on the fact that Pen really listened to her mother and refused to eat. He didn't like it a bit.

‘I’m sorry, Kate, I have something to do.’ She just smiled at him and made a ‘go ahead’ gesture.

He took his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to Penelope. When she felt her phone buzzing and picked it up from the table, she saw a message from Colin.

Wanna hang out?

yes

She took her handbag and denim jacket and followed him to the entrance of the garden. He gestured to her to get into his car.

‘Where are we going, Col?’

‘Eat.’

‘But we just ate.’

‘No, WE didn’t. I did.’

‘I’m not hungry.’

‘I don’t care. I am.’

Of course he cared and he didn’t listen to her protests, and soon after they were sitting in a car-park eating burgers and chips that Colin got at a drive through.

‘Don’t listen to that shit.’

She snapped out of the haze.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Don’t listen to the shit your mother is saying to you. You’re perfect just the way you are. And you have to eat to stay healthy, Pen.’

She blushed at his words. She knew he didn’t mean anything by that but it still made her heart flutter. If she wanted to get over her crush on him, he really had to stop saying things like that. But that was that and she couldn’t change his feelings nor could she forced herself to stop loving him. She tried and failed. She just had to accept that he simply saw her the same way he saw Daphne, Eloise, Francesca or Hyacinth. His friendship had to be enough.

‘Thank you, Colin, it's nice to have a friend.’

She broke her own heart by saying those words. But this was for the best.

***

In August, Colin, Penelope, Eloise and her new friend Philip, decided to go camping. Their idea was brilliant until they realised that they live in England and it’s bloody raining all the damn time even during the summer. When it wasn’t pouring outside they tried to make the best of their time, but there wasn’t much left to do, because even when it wasn't raining, there was so much water everywhere and so much mud. So really, all that was left to do was sitting in their tents playing some stupid secondary school games.

Penelope was a little bit miserable during this trip because Eloise obviously wanted to hang out with Philip and Pen as her tent roommate had to spend half of her time outside to give them some privacy. After two days, Colin just ordered Philip to switch the tent with Penelope cause there was no point in them getting rid of her every two hours. So for the rest of the stay, she slept in Colin's tent. She was totally cool with it and her heart wasn’t making somersaults at all.

On the last (rainy) night when she was about to go to sleep, Colin broke the silence.

'I want to travel.'

Penelope smiled at him because she knew that for some time now. Well, at least she was suspecting it. She knew he was searching for a purpose and he couldn’t find it in England and he longed for adventure.

'Then do that.'

'I also want to write.'

'Then do that too.'

He looked at her like she was a bit crazy.

'What if I'm not good enough at it?'

'Then you'll get better, no one's born a perfect writer, all of those great novelists and poets had to start somewhere or otherwise we wouldn't know them now. You've got this, Col, I know you do.'

He grabbed her hand in the dark.

'Thanks, Pen, it's nice to have a friend.'

***

In the last week of summer, after Colin's got back for a short break from his almost the two year trip, Pen and Colin decided to make the best of the last few days of warm weather, before the rainy autumn comes back and enjoy their last days in each other's company before he gets back to travelling and she gets back to work.

She looked up from her spot on a blanket and stared at the light pink sky up on the roof of Aubrey Hall. It was getting dark and late as the sun sunk down.

'Do you want to head back?'

Colin was a considerate type of guy in comparison to Eloise, who usually tended to forget about other people and their needs, unless reminded. The two were completely different but Penelope still adored them both equally. Okay, maybe not. She definitely wouldn’t want to jump Eloise’s bones as much as attractive she was.

She looked away from the sky and towards Colin. She didn’t want to burst the bubble they were in. She liked being alone with him. She liked the fact that he listened. Simply listened. And he saw her, the real her. Even though he clearly couldn’t see or chose to ignore how much in love she was with him.

‘No, not really. I mean, there’s no curfew, right?’

He smiled thinking about the one time he actually sneaked into her house, way past the curfew, and almost got caught just because he wanted to tell her about his plans for a gap year.

‘No, there’s no curfew… Wanna play twenty questions?’

‘Is there a need for that? I’m almost a hundred percent sure we know each other better than that.’

‘C’mon Pen, it’s going to be fun, here, I’ll start. What is your book about?’

‘Romance.’

‘And? That’s it? There has to be something more.’

‘That’s another question, Col. My turn. When are you going to send your journals to the publisher?’

‘I’m not sure I am.’

‘What? Why?’

‘Two additional questions, wait for your turn. Have you been sleeping well?’

‘Uhm, sure?’ Colin didn’t look convinced. ‘Are you sure that’s what you want to use your question for?’

‘Yeah. Pretty sure. Also, the unwritten rule of twenty questions is telling the truth, so please, tell me the truth, Pen.’

She licked her lips considering how much of her late struggles she was supposed to share with Colin without lying and worrying him too much.

‘Okay, not so much. It’s the heat, I can’t sleep because of it.’

Technically not a lie. The temperatures were not helping her insomnia.

‘Anyway, my turn. Why do you not want to show the publisher your journals?’

‘Because they need editing and I can’t edit them myself to make them decent enough to be actually published.’

‘That’s bullshit, Colin, they’re already brilliant as they are but if you want, I can help you. Editing is kinda my job anyway.’

He looks at her gratefully.

‘I’d love that.’

He kept looking at her until she asked if he wanted to ask his next question.

‘Oh, yeah, sure, you’ve been stressed out lately?’

‘Sort of, yeah. It’s hard to keep up with the pace at work and my mum is so behind with paying off her loan and she keeps asking for help and my salary stops covering my and her bills. You?’

‘Yeah, me too. But it’s not important, wanna talk about your mum?’

‘No, I want you to tell me why you’re stressed.’

‘I think I want to stop travelling that much. I’m applying for a job here and I’m getting a flat. I’m thinking about settling down.’

She looked away from him. Colin staying in the country was a dream come true but Colin settling down with some woman was like a nightmare coming to life.

‘Wow. That’s a big decision. Good for you, Col. So, who finally convinced you to stay?’

At that moment Colin felt it was the right moment. He didn’t really want to wait any longer. He didn’t know when he realised that he wanted a future with her nor did he understand that. But he did come to his senses and waiting any longer was not an option. He needed her in his life in more ways than as just a friend. He felt that something finally gave him the nerve to touch her hand.

‘You, Pen.’ He whispered. ‘Cause it’s nice to have a friend.’

***

Penelope was walking home to the sound of church bell rings that carried her all the way back. She wasn’t sure if that was a real wedding or maybe her madly in love mind made that up. As she was passing by the old church, she saw the rice on the ground and thought that it actually felt like snow. And she wasn’t delusional after all, some couple really did get married that day.

She was so happy that the weekend has started because it meant at least two and one third of a day with Colin, doing absolutely nothing, just chilling. But then her phone rang and it turned out to be a call from Portia Featherington herself. Penelope was so worn out after the workload she's been having lately that even a thought of her mother’s nonsense idea of family dinner made her want to crawl into a hole and cry. She knew that the meeting would be a mess. She knew that Philippa and Albion would be a bit too loud and detached from reality but not cruel. She knew that Prudence would be making fun of her for everything and Harry would just smile and agree with whatever his wife said. She knew that everything Portia would say would be nothing more than a bunch of bullshit, but her mother did know where to hit so it would leave a bruise. So Pen was more than happy to bail and stay at home.

What she was not so happy about, however, was the fact that her mother would never give her peace, if they ditch the dinner with her side of the family. It felt almost bizarre, using that phrase, because technically Colin was not her husband, not even her fiance and relatively speaking, her family was simply her family, he didn’t have any obligations towards them.

But Colin was a good boyfriend. He knew what a bitch Portia and Prudence could be, and would never allow Pen to deal with them on her own. The years she spent dealing with their crap alone were more than enough, and now that he finally came to his senses about his feelings, he was going to be there to protect her for the rest of their lives.

Colin was looking at Penelope as she was driving to her family house and couldn’t help but notice how tired and distracted she was. She was still driving safely but her sour mood was visible.

‘Hey, Pen, wanna switch? I can drive for the rest of the way.’

‘No, there’s no need to. I’m fine, it’s not a long drive.’

‘Are you sure? I know you didn’t get much sleep last night.’

She really didn’t. Her insomnia kicked back and she hadn’t been able to sleep for more than two hours every night for the last two weeks. She tried to convince him that she was fine, but he could call her bluff at the blink of an eye.

‘Fine, you can drive.’

He smiled at her as she pulled over and gave her a quick kiss as they got out of the car.

‘Thank you, babe.’

***

The dinner was an absolute and utter disaster. Portia Featherington didn’t disappoint with her nagging comments and unsolicited criticism. She knew how much Pen was working and that she didn't sleep well, and yet the only thing she could say to her was that she should start wearing more makeup and that her figure was not suitable for someone with her height. Colin had enough of her bullshit.

‘Penelope is working really hard because Mrs. Danbury offered her a possible promotion but she has to prove herself and she works her arse off, which you should be proud of. And she’s the most beautiful woman in the world and if you can’t see the value of your own daughter, then you’re fucking blind.’

Colin stood up from his chair, grabbed Pen by hand and dragged her out of the fucking madhouse. He was so furious he realised that he hadn’t said a word to Penelope until they were half way through to their flat.

‘I’m sorry, love. I know they're your family but I couldn’t just sit there and listen as they offended my brilliant girlfriend.’

‘No, I wanted to thank you for having my back there.’

‘Everyday.’

Penelope has realised that for a long time now, she stopped associating home with a place but with a person. At this very moment, their old beat up ford was home, because Colin was there with her. She didn’t need her shitty family when she got him. He was more than enough for her. And Bridgertons were a package deal, with one you got the whole bunch, so she knew that she had more people that she could count on, than she could ever dreamt of.

‘What do you wanna do for the rest of the day?’

She thought about his question for a while. She wasn’t in the mood for anything really, she just wanted to lay in bed and maybe sleep. And maybe she wanted cuddles too.

‘Stay in bed.’

Colin looked at her and smirked.

‘Colin Bridgerton!’

He just smiled and kissed her knuckles.

‘We can stay in bed the whole weekend. We’ve got all the time in the world.’

Later, Penelope sighed happily, as she was lying in his arms in her comfortable clothes. It truly was nice to have a friend. And she was bloody lucky that it was Colin.

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shifterdomain · 1 month ago

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Thankyou! I'd like to say anon if that's okay.

I was thinking (non celebrity figure)

Jonah owns a coffee shop, yn goes there to blow off steam everyday after her shift (she's a doctor/surgeon), and she'll go there to read and have a very milky hot chocolate. She would stay there for hours, sometimes even past their closing time. Jonah just admires hers, and let's her stay until he's finished closing down

Eventually he starts to get to know her and then he's sitting with her on his breaks, talking, laughing, being touchy, joking about how milky she likes her hot chocolate.

Hand holding, first kisses, midnight chats, first time staying around at his place and being nervous (above the coffee shop)

His parents also work in the coffee shop too, and they're watching the love grow between the two of you, and they find it very cute.

I was thinking she could bring a guy to the coffee shop because he was upset at work, but instead of biting two coffees, she bought three, one for Jonah too. As if to say "you have nothing to worry about" even though Jonah and yn aren't a couple yet, he really appreciates that and knows what she meant with the coffee, even though she didn't say it out loud.

First dates, first kiss, finding her fall asleep everywhere, her looking cute in scrub tops, moving in and proposing, reflecting on how they met and how beautiful their relationship has become?

It sounds a lot, I know! Simplify it however you want, long or short, doesn't matter! Thankyou very much ❤️❤️

#jonahhauerking

My Milky Way / Jonah Hauer-King X Reader AU

A/N: I'm so, so sorry that it's taken so long. There's been a lot going on in my life lately that made me lose interest in writing for a while (and it didn't help that I lost the story multiple times). But it's finally here. I really hope your guys will like it. It's basically a set of short stories.

REQUESTED BY ANON

Summary: Jonah owns a little coffee shop in the outskirts of London and every time on your break you go there to rewind. But as time passes, you find that the coffee is not your only reason for coming there. Warnings: A little cringe sometimes. Can't really think of anything else. Word count: 4415.

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It was cold out. The snowflakes fluttering down from the gray clouds as the cold wind colored your cheeks a rosy pink. Pulling your coat tighter to block out the winter cold, your steps quick as the snow crunched under your boots.

Winter was nice. As long as you were inside, curled up under a warm blanket with your fuzzy sucks and a good book. But people didn’t stop getting sick just because you wanted a quiet winter, quite the opposite, in fact. Winters were the busiest times at St. Louis Hospital and being a family medicine doctor, you dealt with a lot of variating cases. But luckily there was ‘The Pink Deer’, a small, cozy coffee shop just outside of Central London.

A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth when you saw the front of the shop, it’s wood curling around in pillars with the words ‘The Pink Deer’ engraved into the wood in bold letters above the door. Hearing its little bell above the door ring was enough to give you a sense of calmth, together with the warmth inside and the scent of freshly baked goods that filled your nostrils.

Inhaling deeply, you let your coat fall open and stepped up to the counter. “One hot chocolate with extra milk to go, please,” you order, offering the young man behind the counter a soft smile.

“For Y/N?” he questioned, his eyebrows raising slightly as you gave him a surprised look.

“How did you…?” You didn’t need to finish your sentence as he pointed at your chest, your name embroided on the blue scrubs above your breast pocket. Chuckling softly you look back up at him, your cheeks flushing slightly. “Yeah, uhm, Y/N,” you repeat your name.

He wrote the order down on the cup before going about preparing your drink. You didn’t notice it until you had left the coffee shop that next to your name, he had drawn a small winky face, earning a soft laughter from you.

A few days later you returned to the coffee shop, placing the same order, except this time taking a seat in one of the booths in the far corner by the window. Pulling the book you had brought from your bag, you got comfortable in the corner. You liked to bring a book with you, even if you did not read it. Although working with people was fun and very fulfilling, it was nice to have a moment to yourself and you knew that with a book in hand, people would be less likely to disturb you.

“Hot chocolate, extra milk,” you heard a voice say as your order was placed down in front of you. Looking up only to say thanks, your gaze couldn’t help but linger as you saw the same boy from a few days ago standing there.

With a soft smile gracing your lips, you replied: “Thank you, sir.”

Not noticing the evening fall, you sat in your corner, enjoying your copy of Little Women. Patrons came and went and most of the staff had already left the coffee shop and moved on their way home.

“Sorry, miss, but we’re closing,” a girl announced, making you look up from your book, acknowledging her with a small smile. You were about to gather your things and leave when the man from earlier spoke up again.

“Don’t worry, you can stay a little longer if you’d like,” he spoke up, his words catching you by surprise. “We’re uhm, we’re staying open a little longer because this evening is a special anniversary for The Pink Deer,” he explained and the girl gave him a confused look, unaware.

“Thank you,” you reply kindly, turning your attention back to the book.

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Days turned into weeks and you kept on returning to the coffee shop. At first it was just because you liked the peace and quiet it brought, but eventually your motives started to change. Hiding behind your book, your eyes kept on returning to the young waiter.

He was quite handsome, you surely weren’t going to deny that, but it was his eyes which caught your attention. Blue like the stormy nights at the uncharted seas. They drew you in and you found yourself unable to focus on any word in the pages of your books.

And when he smiled, those beautiful blue eyes lit up and dimples carved into his cheeks. You were curious about him, but too shy to make any move, in fear of it becoming awkward. So you were surprised, pleasantly so, when he approached your booth in the table.

“Is everything alright?” he asked you, his voice slightly hushed as he talked, just loud enough to come out over the soft chatter of the other patrons. As you looked into his eyes, you could almost swear that there was genuine concern there. Though there was no reason for a stranger to feel that way, so you shook off the thought.

“Yes, why?”

“You just… I couldn’t help but notice you haven’t turned a page since you got here. I wondered if there was maybe something wrong,” he explained, your cheeks flushing as you realize that he too had been paying attention, that he had been watching you. “Not to pry or anything, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” he added quickly, but you held up your hand to ease his worries, lightly shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it. Really, it’s all good. But uhm, can I maybe have another hot chocolate?” you ask. “Extra milk,” you both say in unison, your blush only darkening.

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You didn’t just come during your breaks at work or after your shifts anymore. Coming to the coffee shop had become a daily routine when you noticed your mystery waiter worked every day. Asking around, you had found out that his name was Jonah and his parents owned The Pink Deer.

And every day when you came to get your hot chocolate with extra milk, Jonah would let you stay late. Even after the other patrons had left, you remained in your booth, watching him over the edge of your book.

“You really like that one, huh?” he questioned, wiping down one of the tables as he looked back up at you.

“Yeah, how’d you figure?”

“You’ve been coming for almost half a year,” he begins, tossing the towel over his shoulder and walking over to your table, sliding into the booth across from you. “Yet I bet you haven’t advanced a single page since.”

“I like to take my time with reading,” you state, trying to hide the embarassment that you had been caught. “It’s one of my favorite things to do.”

“Really? I’d figure it would be quite boring after saving people’s lives,” he replied, a teasing edge to his voice as he crossed his arms, leaning forward on the table.

“Boring?” you scoff with a small laughter. “Excuse me, Jonah, but it is far from boring.”

“And apparently you don’t find me boring either,” he grinned and it took a second for you to realize that you had actually just called him by his name. It had simply slipped out, but it had felt so natural that you had not even noticed.

“I like to call it curiosity.”

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back,” I add, putting in my bookmark before finally closing my book and putting it down. “People always forget that part.”

“Well, Y/N, are you satisfied?”

“Maybe bring me another drink and I’ll know.”

“Hot chocolate?”

“With extra milk,” you nod, smiling as he got up to prepare you another drink. You watched as he took extra care in putting in the right amount of milk, a small gesture that made your heart flutter.

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Ever since then Jonah would join me by my booth during his breaks and after his shifts. He would sit down across from me with his own cup of coffee. You tried to convince him to try the hot chocolate with extra milk, but he insisted that he didn’t like hot chocolate, going with a simple cappucino instead. And every time it would spark an argument of playful teasing on which was better.

“One hot chocolate with extra milk and one cappucino,” Debra said as she placed the orders down in front of us. “And an extra cookie for you,” she gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, throwing you a playful wink before leaving you and her son be again.

“I never get an extra cookie,” Jonah grumbled, looking between you and the cookie with a pout on his lips.

“You never give me an extra cookie either,” you retort with a quiet chuckle before breaking the chocolate chip cookie in half and handing one part over to him. Had it been anyone else, you would have joked with a ‘Joey doesn’t share food’ pun, but Jonah had the gift where you simply couldn’t deny him, couldn’t tell him no. And a part of you wished he would notice just how far your affection for him stretched.

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Today had been a rough day at work and Jonah had noticed how you had not come in during your break, but it was when he saw you enter the coffee shop with another man that he truly felt his heart drop. The smile he wore slowly fading away with a gloom expression fading over his eyes. Normally he would have thought nothing of it. He was not a jealous man, but even if he were, there was no reason to be. You were not his anyway. But seeing you walk in with another man, laughing the way he thought you only laughed with him. It was foolish to think so, he thought. Why would he be the only one you laughed with like that? Well, you were the only one he laughed with like that.

“Daniel, you go take a seat,” you tell your collegae, pointing over towards the booth where you always sat, watching as your friend went to take a seat.

You walk over to the bar to place your order, greeting Jonah’s mom with a small wave and a kind smile before Jonah walks over to you. You couldn’t help but notice the dull look in his eyes. “Jo, everything okay?” you ask him, worried.

“Yeah,” he nods. “Hot chocolate with extra milk?”

“Yes please,” you smile at him. “And a black coffee for my friend,” I add, watching as he scribbles down the orders. “And a cappucino. With an extra cookie.”

He looks back up at you, his smile returning before he scribbles it down with a quiet chuckle. He watches as you go to sit at your usual spot, bringout out your orders a few minutes later.

“Jo, this is Daniel,” I introduce them, scooting over to give Jonah some room to sit. “Daniel, meet Jonah.”

They shake hands and Daniel looks him over before looking back at me with a smirk as Jonah sits down next to me. I place my hand on the table, my pinky timidly brushing over Jonah’s, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks at the small touch.

“You were right, Y/N,” Daniel states. “He’s a catch. Anyway, thanks for the coffee, but I gotta run,” he says, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows as you stare daggers at him. You should’ve expected something like that, after all you had been talking to him about Jonah for months.

“A catch?” Jonah questions, his gaze returning to you, though you were pleased that your cheeks were not the only ones that were flushed. “You know, if you want, you could uhm, catch me here tomorrow evening? 8 PM?”

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You didn’t know what to expect, how to view this… impromptu outing. Was it a date? Or just a friendly hangout? No matter what it was, what he had expected it to be, you had probably overdone your preperations. It felt good to put some effort in, especially after wearing those scrubs all day, but there had never been this much attention to how you looked. Your favorite outfit, not a lock of hair out of place and your make-up on point.

It was chilly out, so you hugged your winter coat closer, though it was mostly the persistent pounding of your heart that kept you warm. And then the cold came as you rounded the corner, met with the familiar sight of The Pink Deer, which had become your very favorite coffee shop. But it was the unfamiliar sight of him that brought the cold along. No longer in his working uniform with the stains of coffee on his shirt, but instead in a striking blue suit with a woolen overcoat, a bouquet of flowers in his hand as you noticed him fidgeting with a pocket watch in his free hand. He too was feeling overly anxious, unsure of how you would view all of this.

“Hey, sorry if I’m late,” you apologize as you walk over to him, hoping you had not kept him waiting for too long. But as you glance down at your own watch, you see that you were actually over ten minutes early yourself.

“No, no,” he quickly reassured you. “I uhm, I locked up a little early. You look… beautiful,” he complimented, a pause in his voice as he took in the sight of you with an appreciative gaze, one that made you feel warm again despite the shiver it send down your spine. He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. “Come on in.”

Unlocking the door to the coffee shop, he allowed you to enter first and you were in awe at the sight before you. The shop had always been cozy, but Jonah had lit a number of candles, sprinkled rose petals around a table in the center with two plates already stood waiting.

He closed the door behind you, fumbling with the keys as he locked the door, keeping the cold out. “Oh, I’ve got you these,” he says, handing you the bouquet of flowers.

“These are my favorite,” you state, taking the flowers from him and inhaling their scent, in awe of the thoughtful gesture. “How did you know?”

“A man never reveals his secrets,” he teases, grabbing a vase from behind the counter and filling it with water. “But uhm, it’s mostly because I’ve been watching you. God, that makes me sound like a creep. I mean… well, I have been watching. I noticed these flowers were on your bookmark, and that they were sewn into your bag.”

“My own little stalker,” you tease back with a quiet chuckle, putting him at ease. You knew well enough that you were no better as you had been watching him over the rim of your book for as long as you had been going to the Pink Deer.

You sat down at the table together, soft music playing in the background as Jonah served you a rather delicious, homecooked meal, talking about everything and nothing at all. You told him stories about your life you never expected to share. Not just the basic stories of how you got into med school and how you are with your family. But you told him the embarressing stories of little you that you thought to take into the grave.

“How about some desert?” Jonah suggested once you had both finished your dinner. “My mom uhm, she made cupcakes…”

“She’s a sweetheart,” you chuckle lightly, giving him a small nod as you finish the last sip from your glass of wine. “I’d love a cupcake. And maybe a hot chocolate with it? With extra-”

“Milk?” he interrupts you, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he takes both of your plates. “Any other requests, darling?” he asks, your cheeks flushing at the pet name, his accent shining through more pronounced than usual. Even though the sound of it was normal, living in England, it sounded different from him. Everything did.

“No, no, uhm, that’s- that’s it,” you answer, a slight quiver in your voice. The hold that this man had on you…

He placed the mug of hot chocolate down in front of you, together with the plate with a cupcake on it, putting one down for himself as well. He pulled the can of whipped cream from under his arm, filling up the rest of your mug to the brim and above before instructing you to: “Open up,” and pour a good amount in your mouth as well, making you giggle at the playful gesture, your hand flying to your mouth to keep from spilling.

“The whipped cream milky enough for you?” he teased.

You wiped the essence from your mouth and your chin where it had dripped down. “Jerk,” you playfully insult him, your eyes sparkling with joy in a way that made time stand still for him. He reached out, gently wiping a leftover bit from the corner of your mouth, his thumb lingering on your lip as he had to fight himself from leaning in and kissing you right there. But he kept his restraint. He wanted to take things slow, to give you both the time to really know each other.

He knew what happened when things moved too quickly, how love could fizzle out, and he didn’t want that to happen. Not between the both of you. So he waited.

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You had been going out for two weeks now, spending most of the time you had to spend together. The both of you were on cloud nine and Jonah loved to spoil you by making you little crafts, picking flowers for you and singing you songs.

You were out on another date, having just gone out to get some ice cream and walking through the city. It was late and relatively quiet out as you passed other people. Some were going to clubs or taking a little stroll. You walked hand in hand, close to him as his warmth seeped into you through your clothes. Keeping your hand in his, he swung his arm over your shoulders.

“Do you think we’ll be like that?” he questioned, nodding over to an elderly couple sat cuddled up on a little bench, looking out over the river.

“Old and grey? Hopefully.”

“Together,” he corrected. “Like that. I can see it…”

“As long as you keep taking me out on ice cream dates,” you reply, a hint of playful teasing in your voice as you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling your heart warm at the closeness. “And keeping making me hot chocolate.”

“With extra milk,” he teases back.

You reach the door to your apartment and his arm disappears from your shoulder, leaving you instantly cold, though his hand remains in yours. He walks you to the door before gently tugging you back by your hand. His eyes met yours, seeming to shine brighter as you see the love reflected back at you.

“I want to kiss you,” he states bluntly, causing your heart to skip a beat, rendering you speechless. “I just- I don’t want to push you or go too quickly. Is it too forward of me to ask if I can kiss you goodnight?” His voice softens with each word and you can hear a slight quiver in them, betraying that he was nervous and anxious, waiting with bated breath for your answer.

“Yes,” you answer. “I mean, no. No you’re not to forward and yes, you may- you may kiss me.”

His face lit up, his large hand coming up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb idly caressing your cheekbone as he slowly leaned in. His breath mingled with yours, ghosting over your lips. He hesitated for a split second, giving you time to move away if you so wanted, but you didn’t. Of course you didn’t. You had been dreaming of this moment, of getting to love him, for months.

His lips brushed yours, timidly at first, before you felt him smile against your lips. Your shoulders slumped, your body melting into his as you committed the moment, the touch, the feeling to your memory. Not that it would be the last kiss you would share. But you never wanted to forget this very moment. You loved him too dearly now to let him go, and he was simply enchanted by you.

You didn’t want it to end, but eventually you reluctantly pulled away from him, your eyes remaining shut as you could still feel his touch on your lips. He chased after you, caught in the heat of the moment, before straightening up again and when your eyes finally fluttered open, there was a look of pure joy and adoration in his crystal blue eyes.

“Goodnight, Jonah.”

“Goodnight, love.”

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You were in Jonah’s apartment, staying the weekend, as you waited for him to come home. He was working late as the coffee shop was hosting a private party for a bridal shower. Sat on the couch in his living room, you were watching The Little Mermaid, one of your favorite Disney movies, humming along with the soft tunes of the songs.

When Jonah finally returned, exhausted from the day’s work, you had fallen asleep on the couch. He looked down at you, shrugging off his coat and tossing it over a chair and kicking his shoes aside, careful not to wake you.

He loved the little moments like these, finding you asleep on his couch or in a chair, still in your scrubs from work. You knew if you changed into your pajamas, the chance was more likely for you to fall asleep so you stayed in your scrubs in an attempt to stay awake. Not that it worked.

He looked down at you, adoringly, as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Time for bed, love,” he murmured before carefully scooping you up in his arms.

He carried you out of the living room bridal style, into his bedroom, and gently layed you down on the soft mattress. Removing your shoes for you before quickly changing into his own pajama bottoms, tossing his work shirt aside, he crawled into the bed behind you. You felt the warmth of the blankets being pulled around you, Jonah’s strong arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you into his chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing your skin softly.

“I love you,” he whispered softly before drifting off to sleep as well.

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It had been a few years since Jonah and you made your relationship official and Jonah had asked you to come over to his place. He was pacing around nervously, muttering to himself as you let yourself in with the spare key he had given you.

“Jo, is everything okay?” you question, growing worried as you find him pacing holes into the floor. He usually only got so nervous when he had bad news, and there was a guilty look on his face as he stopped to look at you.

“No, no, uhm, I- I made you some hot chocolate,” he answered, the sweetness in his voice working to soothe your worries somewhat.

“With extra milk?”

“Do you still have to ask?” he teases lightly, giving you a soft smile as he walks over to greet you with a gentle kiss to your lips. You smile against his lips, your arms sliding around his neck.

You pull back slightly again, looking up at him. “Have I mentioned that I love you?”

“Once or twice,” he grins. “But I never grow tired of hearing it.”

A few hours later you were sat on the couch, talking about your days, but you noticed that Jonah was still a little nervous about something, but you didn’t want to pry to much. That was until he addressed it himself.

“Okay, I uhm, I want to ask you something. But I must admit that I’m a little nervous about it.”

“What is it?” you questioned, feeling yourself tense up as your anxious mind started to work itself into knots again, imagining the worst case scenarios.

“I want you to move in with me,” he blurted out. You had talked about it multiple times, but you had always told him that you didn’t want to move in yet until you were married as you only wanted to do things the traditional route. But before you could argue, he continued. “And I know what you said. About not wanting to move in before being married. You know, the whole… traditional thing. So…” he trailed off, sliding off of the couch, moving down to one knee in front of you. Your heart was hammering, as was Jonah’s. “Y/N, I love you more than anything in this entire world. I have known that I wanted to be with you, to live my life with you, since our first date at the coffee shop. I have memorized a million speeches, thought of a thousand ways to tell you, but there are no real ways to ever bring to words how much I love you. And I promise to always love you. To cuddle you and to make you hot chocolates with extra milk for as long as we live.” Jonah reaches into his jean pocket, pulling out a velvet box, opening it to reveal a beautiful ring, embedded with Swarovski crystals. “Y/N, will you- will you marry me?”

“Jonah, I- I love you so much. Of course I’ll marry you!”

He pulls you into his arms, pressing a deep, loving kiss to your lips before sliding the ring around your finger. A perfect fit.

“Your my world, you know that?” he murmurs against your lips as you playfully nip at his bottom lip. “My universe.”

“And you’re my milky way…”

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livvyofthelake · 9 months ago

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ok dead poets society album as a concept album about my special little guys…

fortnight- i mean. come on. how long does tda take place over. one month? ish? exactly. sidenote why did we doubt post malone so much he gave lana del ray in snow on the beach here. yay <3

the tortured poets department- i am going to be honest i did not like this song. or. i liked it in the way i liked slut in the 1989 vault tracks. which is to say i can see myself listening to it on repeat but i don’t like. Like it. do you understand? anyway we could say it’s about kit herondale but i fear it’s one of those taylor swift songs that’s about taylor swift. and. dear god. matty healy. girl… lucy dacus mention though

my boy only breaks his favorite toys- i fuck with this song heavy first of all. anyway this happened to my buddy kit herondale… “i knew too much there was danger in the heat of touch he saw forever so he smashed it up”!!!!!! i can’t get into it 😐

down bad- this is literally about emma carstairs and jules blackthorn…

so long london- in many ways this happened to cordelia carstairs at the end of chain of iron. i don’t care about this song

but daddy i love him- i’m sorry i liked this song so much i forgot to think about characters during it hold on let’s give it another go! i’m gonna be real. this happened to my friend blue sargent. that’s not relevant to the shadowhunter chronicles except in all the ways it is do with that what you must. this also happened to my friend belle. the artful dodger….. sorry for loving straight people as if that’s a fucking crime oh my god… in a way this also happened to my buddy gabrielle. let’s not get into that. some absolute bars of lyrics in here it must be said also… taylor calm down wow

fresh out the slammer- i shan’t speak on this one. don’t ask me about it i’m not supposed to even be thinking about this shit dear god.

florida!!!- made me cry. sorry for being emotionally moved by florence welch’s beautiful voice singing about the state my dead aunt lived in my whole life. i’m fine

guilty as sin?- elio pearlman you would’ve loved this joint. anyway we move on. this happened to my friend kit. in a sense. to me…

who’s afraid of little old me?- we must break from form and say a very midnights era thing. this literally happened to my good friend morgana pendragon bbc merlin. and i fuck with this song immensely

i can fix him (no really i can)- first of all this one is going to be huge for ao3 fanfic titles it’s already formatted…. i digress. in my beautiful world this will be dru blackthorn… and i believe her

loml- well. who’s gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames if we know the steps anyway. we embroidered the memories of the time i was away stitching “we were just kids babe”. must it even be said. let’s not be gauche. divorce ass song…

i can do it with a broken heart- taylor swift ass song… but i loved it…. in a way this happened to kara. don’t worry about it

the smallest man who ever lived- THIS HAPPENED TO MY FRIEND ALINA STARKOV. I HOPE THAT MAN DIES. both the darkling and joe alwyn. put him in jail actually i decided. he’s not seeing the pearly gates.

the alchemy- so happy my travy made it to the big game….. i’m sorry. i love the song genuinely it’s camp. it’s CAMP. it’s riverdalian. america strong fr! clace core they’re the blueprint to me idc…

clara bow- clary…….

#finished the first part… yayyyy #beth.txt

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kingedmundsroyalmurder · 1 year ago

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In the middle of Valancy Stirling's fourteenth year, a great excitement came to Deerwood. Valancy heard the news from Cousin Olive, who had heard from her parents. Olive pulled Valancy aside after school one day and told her with great importance, "Have you heard? A Princess is coming to live here!" Sara Crewe meets Valancy Stirling.

Chapter 3: Valancy and Sara meet at last and Olive makes an unfortunate discovery.

Please excuse the lack of formatting on AO3. There was a glitch in posting that ate all my italics, and fixing italics on my phone is a nightmare. I will edit it tonight when i'm at my computer again. The formatting has been fixed! Italics and proper paragraph spacing are restored.

Click the AO3 link for the whole fic this far, or read just chapter 3 below.

"Oh I am so sorry!" exclaimed Sara. Valancy saw that she held in her hand a pen whose cap now sat on her desk. It had been this noise, of Sara dropping the cap as she opened it, that had startled Valancy. "You looked so peaceful, and I was so trying to stay quiet and not disturb you. I was only about to write to my friend Ermengarde."

Valancy flushed red. The very idea that someone like Sara would make an effort not to disturb her! "It's all right," she said. Then, because Sara still looked distressed, she groped for something else to add. She could think of nothing except, "Is it time for school to start again?"

The moment the question left her lips she berated herself for it. Of course it was not time yet. The rest of the class had yet to start coming inside, and the clock on the wall above Miss Bryant's desk showed plainly that there were still ten minutes left until the bell. She braced herself for condescension.

But Sara only shook her head. "No. I wanted to come in from the cold. It is still such a luxury to me, to come in from the weather when I want to."

Valancy dearly wanted to ask what Sara meant by this. Surely someone like her could do whatever she pleased. Certainly Olive never had to go out into the cold unless she wanted to -- on especially cold days Uncle Wellington would wrap her in blankets and drive her the few blocks to school in his buggy, so that she did not have to risk catching cold on the walk to school. Sara, who was even richer than Olive, must have had the same luxuries. But Sara looked sad, her large eyes downcast and her pale hands clasped together tightly, and so Valancy once again tried to change the subject. "Is it very cold in India?" she asked.

"No, never," Sara said. She laughed a little. "The first time I ever saw snow I was seven years old."

This seemed nearly unbelievable to Valancy, who had grown up with yearly blizzards that coated the world in glittering ice. Sara seemed to read this on her face, because she laughed again. It was a kind laugh, one that made Valancy feel as though she were being invited to share a joke, not made into one. "When I was a little girl, my papa would tell me stories about London. The place, I called it. He was preparing me to go to school, and didn't want me to be afraid. He told me about winter, but I didn't understand what it was to be cold. I fancied it would be enchanting, to dance in the snow in bare feet, like I did in the rain during the wet months."

"Did you try it?" Valancy wanted to know. She tried to picture seven-year-old Sara dancing in the snow. An image came into her mind, but it looked rather more like Port Lawrence than London had any right to.

"No." Sara shook her head. "We arrived at about this time of year, and I was so shocked by the temperature that I vowed never to set foot outside again."

This did nothing to clarify her earlier comment about coming in from the weather when she wanted to, but Sara had finally stopped looking so melancholy, and Valancy did not want to cause her further pain. Instead, she said, "Did it rain a great deal in India?"

Sara's eyes lit up. "During the wet months, yes," she said. "We would have monsoons for weeks. Great storms, with wind and rain so strong you couldn't see more than two paces in front of you sometimes. I used to sit with my papa in our parlor and watch the storms through the big windows. The wind would be so strong that some of the trees would bend over sideways. I used to pretend that there were fairies who played in the wind, and that they must have their time to play outside just as I did when it was dry." Her eyes had gone soft and distant, as though she were looking at something that no one else could see. Although Valancy did not know it, it was the look she herself wore when she retreated to her Blue Castle, and it was this look that Sara had recognized on her face.

"I remember one time," Sara said. "I was very small still, perhaps four or five. I had been playing outside with my ayah when a storm came in. She scooped me up and brought me in just as the biggest wind gust swept through the courtyard. She said it was lucky she had me in her arms, for otherwise I'd surely have been carried off like a seed pod in the wind. I told her I thought being swept up by the wind would be a grand adventure, although I was sorry she and my papa were too big to come along." She laughed, and this time Valancy joined in. She imagined tiny four-year-old Sara, with her black hair and her wide eyes, flying through the air like an oversize elm seed.

Suddenly Sara's eyes widened. "Oh I do beg your pardon," she exclaimed. "I have just been horribly rude. I haven't introduced myself!"

"I know who you are," Valancy assured her.

"But that's not the same thing at all," Sara said firmly. "My name is Sara Crewe."

"I'm Valancy Stirling," Valancy said, a little bewildered.

Sara smiled brightly. "I am delighted to make your acquaintance, Valancy," she said.

For the first time in her life, Valancy felt grateful that her relatives had spent so many hours drilling her on good manners. "I am very pleased to meet you," popped entirely unbidden out of her mouth.

"There," Sara said. "We are properly acquainted. Now we can be friends."

Valancy's mouth dropped open into a most unladylike expression, one that would have made Cousin Stickles remind her sharply that it was unseemly to have feelings had she not been safe at home. "You want to be friends with me?" Valancy burst out, too stunned to watch her words.

"If you'll have me for a friend," said Sara, unaware of how ludicrous a response this was.

"Why me?" Valancy insisted.

"Because you didn't fall over yourself to impress me," Sara said simply. "I want friends who like me, not just my or Uncle Tom's money. After all," and here her voice took on a distant, pensive tone, "you never know when everything could change."

This made even less sense. Before Valancy could even begin to formulate a reply, Miss Bryant entered the schoolroom to collect the bell. Sara smiled brightly at Valancy, who did not manage to smile back, and took her seat at the front of the room.

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By the time she went to bed that night, Valancy had convinced herself that the whole thing had been a mistake on Sara's part. What must have happened, she decided, was that Sara did not realize who she was. Olive would, of course, have only referred to her as Doss when talking about her, and Sara was new enough in town that she must not have realized that there was only one Stirling family.

For a moment, Valancy considered not telling her of her error. In those brief minutes of conversation she had gotten a glimpse of what it must be like to be Sara's friend, and she could not deny to herself how badly she wanted it. Sara was kind and clever and never once made Valancy feel unwanted. But then she shook her head. No. She would not lie to Sara, not even by omission. Besides, if she didn't tell Sara the truth, one of the other girls undoubtedly would, and that would be far worse. Valancy imagined Olive's look of sly triumph as she told Sara that Valancy and poor Cousin Doss were one and the same. The other girls would laugh, and Jane Bryant would give Valancy a look of pity that she ever thought she could have been liked, and Valancy would have to slip away, humiliated and alone. No. Far better to tell Sara herself, where at least there would be no one around to witness it.

So resolved, Valancy lay down in bed. She entered the Blue Castle the moment her eyes closed, of course, but found that it had begun to storm, forcing the duel to be pushed to a different day. Instead, Valancy took to her correspondence. She looked at her writing desk for a moment then, with a confidence she never felt in her daily life, sat down and pulled out a fresh sheet of paper.

Dear Princess Sara, she wrote. It would be my greatest honor to host you for a time here at the Blue Castle.

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In all her life, Olive Stirling had never had a day like that Wednesday. It started perfectly normally, with nothing to hint at the upheaval to come. She rose at her usual time and carefully did her curls. Sara Crewe had set a new fashion at school and, although Olive was not fully convinced that the style suited her face, she was determined to experiment until she found a version of Sara's curled and pinned hairdo that flattered her. The effect she achieved that morning was very nearly satisfactory, and she spent so long tweaking her pins trying to get it perfect that she almost missed breakfast. Her mother had to call her three times before Olive reluctantly abandoned her glass.

The temperature had continued to drop overnight, and Olive walked to school amid a crisp morning frost. But her boots were warm and she had a new wool coat with fur on the inside and around her neck. She wore extra petticoats under her good school dress, which made the skirt puff out almost as though she had the shape of a woman. The only disappointment was in her gloves. Olive wore thick mittens knitted for her by Aunt Alberta. They were fine mittens, and a week ago she had been perfectly contented with them, but now they looked old and drab to her eyes. She resolved to speak with her parents that very afternoon about procuring a muff like Sara had. One that matched her coat, she thought. After all, Olive too deserved nice things sometimes.

She arrived at school a little later than usual, and found her friends already waiting. Jane Bryant, who was a year older than Olive but deferred to her at every turn. Blonde Alice Patterson, who liked to stand next to Olive for the pretty picture that their contrasting hair colors made and her sister Amy. Augusta Green, Olive's particular friend, who always had the best gossip to share. And, of course, the newest addition to Olive's gang, Sara Crewe herself. Sarah stood in her thick fur coat and matching muff, her dark blue velvet skirts barely brushing the icy pavement. The cold had put a flush into her pale cheeks, and her grey-green eyes seemed to sparkle against them. She wore her hood up over her head, protecting her ears from the weather. Olive made a note to look at Sara's hair once they entered the schoolroom, to see how she did her pins.

The girls welcomed Olive eagerly into their knot. Amy had been telling the group about her father's latest catastrophe -- Mr. Patterson fancied himself something of an inventor, and he was forever getting into scrapes as his latest contraption fell apart in his face. Olive's mother had strictly forbidden her from going over to the Patterson's house, after she had returned from tea one day with ink all over her skirt and a story about Mr. Patterson's newest attempt at perfecting the self-inking pen.

The invention this week was no less dramatic. Mr. Patterson had tired of how long it took to get his toast to its proper state, and had determined to invent a way to make the process faster. From Amy's account, it was going poorly, and Mr. Patterson had gone to his business in Port Lawrence that morning with only the charred remains of a heel of bread for sustenance. Amy was a good story teller, and she had the whole group in laughter when the bell rang, although Sara was looking contemplative, as though she felt sorry for Mr. Patterson. Olive did not. Her parents had long said that he deserved every misfortune that came his way as a result of his tomfooleries. Inventors, Wellington Stirling had proclaimed once, were one of society's necessary evils. You couldn't have progress without them, but you certainly didn't want them to settle too close. The Pattersons lived three streets down from Olive and her parents, and that was more than close enough.

The bell rang just as Amy was finishing the story, and she rather spoiled the conclusion in her rush to get it all out. It was then that Olive got her first inkling of how the day would go. Doss and her mother had arrived a few minutes earlier, as usual, and Doss had slipped into the schoolroom straight away, as she always did. So she was already seated when the rest of the girls made their way to their desks. Sara paused on her way to her desk to greet Doss. This in and of itself would have been cause for comment. But what rattled Olive deeply was that Doss not only greeted her back but, with a glance back at Olive, said, "I need to talk to you later."

There was not time to speak further. Already, Miss Bryant was looking at the pupils still standing with a stern gaze. Olive hurried to her desk, although she could not help one final backwards glance at Doss. Her cousin sat hunched in on herself, her thin little shoulders standing out sharply under her ugly brown wool dress. She looked the same as she always did, and Olive could not think of even one thing that Doss would want to say to Sara.

Olive found it impossible to concentrate on her lessons that morning. How could she possibly be expected to learn about Julius Caesar when Doss, of all people, had presented her with a mystery? Miss Bryant was obliged to repeat her question about Caesar's legions three times before Olive heard it well enough to answer.

At long last the bell rang for the end of morning lessons. Olive made a show of having lost something in her desk, so that Augusta and the Patterson girls would go out ahead of her. Soon enough, only she, Doss, and Sara remained in the schoolroom. Olive, head still bent over her desk as she searched for her entirely fictious handkerchief, held her breath.

"You made a mistake yesterday," Doss said, and Olive frowned. What possibly right did Doss think she had, to say something like that to Sara? "You said you wanted to be friends, but you don't know who I really am."

Olive let out her breath. That explained things. She had thought it queer, when Sara excused herself from the group yesterday noon, but Sara was always doing or saying queer things. Good old Doss, she thought with a sudden and uncharacteristic rush of fondness for her cousin. Of course she wouldn’t let Sara humiliate herself by being seen in public with Doss in her old brown dress and silly, old fashioned cap. Really, Olive felt almost grateful to her for stepping in quickly, and she thought perhaps she would allow Doss to walk with them that Saturday, if she wasn't home with cold again.

But Sara said only, "You're Olive's cousin, aren't you?"

"So you know then," Doss said. "Of course, Olive must have told you after school. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"I'm afraid I don't understand," Sara said. "What does that have to do with anything at all?"

"No one is friends with me," Doss said bluntly. "Everyone wants to be friends with you. I thought you must not have known who I was, to talk to me instead of anyone else here."

Sara laughed that low, queer laugh of hers. "I told you yesterday," she said. "I want a friend who isn't trying to impress me just because I have money."

Olive's breath caught, and her face flushed as though she had been insulted. She felt as though both girls were staring directly at her, and she redoubled her efforts to pretend to look for that pen she knew she had dropped somewhere. By the time she found a stray hairpin on the ground and, tired of theatre, snatched it up as precisely the thing she'd been searching for this whole time, Sara had Doss by the hand and was telling her something or other. Olive did not care to stay and listen. She marched out of the schoolroom, head high and eyes bright with anger.

"Where's Sara?" Alice Patterson asked. "She's not ill, is she?" Alice was a worrying sort, always concerned that tragedy was just around the corner. Living with a man like her father, it was a reasonable attitude to take. But Olive had no patience to indulge Alice's worries today.

"I'm sure I have no idea," she said tightly.

"What on earth has happened to you?" Alice wanted to know. "Surely your button couldn't have been that important?"

"Nothing has happened," Olive said. "I just don't care to spend my every waking moment pandering to someone who doesn't want my company."

The other girls looked at each other. All of them knew with certainty something momentous had occurred inside the schoolroom, but it was just as clear that Olive was in no mood to discuss it. After a moment, Augusta brought out the catalog her mother had just received and engaged the others in a discussion of the latest fashions from Montreal. Olive, though she remained furious, eventually consented to be coaxed back into conversation, although the other girls took great care to avoid even thinking about the missing Sara Crewe.

#Blue castle book club

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laresearchette · 1 year ago

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Friday, December 22, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: SAGO MINI FRIENDS: NEW YEAR'S STEVE (Apple TV +) WOULD I LIE TO YOU? (BritBox) THE SECRET GIFT OF CHRISTMAS (W Network) 8:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? 25TH ANNUAL A HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS (CBS Feed)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA AFTER WE FELL

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DISNEY + STAR WHAT IF…? (Season 2 Premiere)

NETFLIX CANADA GYEONGSEONG CREATURE (Season 1 Part 1) (KR) REBEL MOON — PART ONE: A CHILD OF FIRE SING 2

2024 IIHF WORLD JUNIOR PRE-COMPETITION (TSN/TSN4) 9:00am: Canada vs. Switzerland

MEET ME UNDER THE MISTLETOE (CTV Life) 6:00pm: Rival real estate agents both make the same wish during the first snow of the winter: to win the most coveted listing in town. As the business competitors begrudgingly work together, they learn the house comes with a special commission: love.

NHL HOCKEY (SNOntario) 7:00pm: Leafs vs. Sabres (SN1/SNEast) 7:00pm: Hurricanes vs. Penguins (SNWest) 7:30pm: Oilers vs. Devils (SNPacific) 8:00pm: Canucks vs. Stars (TSN3) 8:00pm: Bruins vs. Jets (TSN2) 8:30pm: Habs vs. Chicago (SN/SN1) 10:00pm: Flames vs. Ducks

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NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4) 7:30pm: Nuggets vs. Nets (SN360) 8:00pm: Clippers vs. Thunder (SN Now) 9:00pm: Lakers vs. Timberwolves

THE HOLIDAY (CBC) 8:00pm: Two women, one (Cameron Diaz) from America and one (Kate Winslet) from England, swap homes at Christmastime after bad breakups with their boyfriends.

A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1951) (CTV2) 8:00pm: Dickens' London miser Ebenezer Scrooge (Alastair Sim) meets the spirits of Christmases past, present and yet to come.

AN ICE PALACE ROMANCE (CTV Life) 8:00pm: A journalist faces old fears when she returns to her hometown ice rink to cover a story. With the help of the owner and his young daughter, she begins to reevaluate her life's purpose.

THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF JERSEY (Slice) 8:00pm: Baby Steps and Battle Lines

BRINGING CHRISTMAS HOME (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: A professor of military history teams with an antique store owner to help track down the original owner of a historic World War II uniform and the love letters in its pockets.

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redsbrainrot · 1 year ago

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An extremely controversial ranking of Mariokart 8’s 95 courses.

I know there’s 96 but I’ve missed one and can’t figure out for the life of me which one it was. Please help.

Wii rainbow road - nostalgic banger, made easier in this game tho

3DS rainbow road - fucking beautiful, was my number 1 but wii just had a special place in my heart

Big blue - a masterpiece

Mount wario - another masterpiece

Coconut mall - let down by its remakes but still a classic

Maple treeway - pumpkin spice latte

Waluigi stadium - it’s fucking waluigi stadium

Daisy circuit - a beautiful and classic course

Sunshine airport - the star cup in 8 is just the best cup

DK’s snowboard cross - prefer Wii’s but I still love it nonetheless

Waluigi pinball - DS had me in a chokehold

Daisy cruiser - mesmerising

Squeaky clean spirit - probably the best new course out the whole pack

Bowser’s castle 3 - simple but fucking amazing

Bowser’s castle - a banger

Mute city - speed

DK mountain - why are the turns harder to pull off in 8

Peach gardens - was my favourite as a 6 year old

Excitebike arena - carnage

DK Jungle - the great banana

Dolphin shoals - George Michael

Electrodrome - boing

Singapore speedway - shiny

Moonview highway - wii nostalgia

Merry mountain - um overhated it’s fucking Xmas themed

Wario stadium - again, loved it on DS and 8 did it justice as a remake

Koopa cape - the most butchered wii remake

Rosalina’s ice world - SUPER OVERHATED IDC I LOVE IT THE MUSIC WAS BEAUTIFUL IN 8 DEFINITELY A STEP UP FROM 3DS SUCK MY DICK

Royal raceway - pretty pink

Yoshi valley - playing this with noobs is the best

Melody motorway - 3DS nostalgia

Grumble volcano - meh

Mushroom gorge - best on wii

64 rainbow road - meh, still fun

Wario’s goldmine - prefer it on 8 cause wii was just rage inducing

SNES rainbow road - shroom high

Shy guy falls - mew woosh

Kalimari desert - meh

Piranha plant cove - ooh pretty :0

Hyrule Circuit - dun duuuun dun dun dun dun dun duuuuun

Cloudtop cruise - meh

Mario circuit - can’t even remember which one this was

Toad harbour - used to love it but now I get bored

Yoshi’s island - never played it so don’t really care

Boo lake - good remake

Tick tock clock - got bored of this one

Cheep cheep beach - loved it on DS

Vancouver velocity - music is alright

Mario kart stadium - boring

Ribbon road - pretty good (would swap rankings but I cba)

Rainbow Road 8 - I wanna like it but it’s just so meh

Moo moo meadows - fight me

Piranha plant pipeway - alright I guess

Baby park - mehhhhhhhh

Mario circuit DS - mehhhhhhhh

Alpine pass - done dirty

Sydney sprint - eh

Toad circuit - get fucked

Sweet sweet canyon - cool aesthetic lame ass gameplay

Paris promenade - alright

Choco mountain - overhyped

Thwomp ruins - not keen

Mario circuit - again I don’t know which one this is

Sherbet land - no

Snow land - no

Koopa city - I like the vibe but I hate it online

Animal crossing - mEh

Riverside park - a let down

Donut plains 3 - heheheheheb 69

Athens dash - alright

Bangkok rush - mEh

New York Minute - eh?

Berlin Byways - music is good but it’s boring

Tokyo blur - for Tokyo this sucks

Toad’s turnpike - womp womp

Water park - water who

Twisted mansion - just put luigi’s mansion in instead and we’ll all be happy

Madrid drive - this comes up like 50 times online and I hate it

Sunset wilds - boring

Dry dry desert - I hate the desert ones

Ice ice outpost - wouldn’t pick it

Super bell subway - liked it at first but it got old quickly

Wild woods - sick of it

Sky High Sunday - an eyesore

LA laps - not enough shit

Shroom bridge - had enough shit

Sky garden - let down

London loop - easy, boring

Rome avanti - the city tracks just flop huh

Ninja hideaway - I HATE IT I HA IT HATE IT

Mario circuit 3 - why is this in every game

Amsterdam drift - I hate the dutch

Dragon driftway - I cant stand it

Bone dry dunes - worst track ever

Cheeseland - wait no, this is. I hate cheese land. It makes me feel sick. I’m lactose intolerant but I love cheese. But I hate cheese land. Whenever anyone picks it I officially hate them as much as I hate this course. Kill it. Burn it. Erase it. Get rid of it.

#super mario #mario bros #mario kart #mario kart 8 #booster course pass #rainbow road #nintendo wii #nintendo 3ds #nintendo #nintendo ds #snes #gba #double dash #mario kart wii #coconut mall #you just got coconut malled #rosalina #princess peach #princess daisy

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timelessxmemories · 1 year ago

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Rating ALL the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe soundtracks because I'm autistic!

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Mushroom Cup ;;

Mario Kart Stadium: 7/10. It's the first soundtrack in the first cup. Classic, but good. I like it.

Water Park: 8/10. Genuinely really enjoy this one. It sound very beachy which I really enjoy.

Sweet Sweet Canyon: 4/10. Definitely not my favourite. When I play Mario Kart I expect upbeat and playful music which is exactly what this is, but I just feel like it's missing something.

Thwomp Ruins: 3/10. Eh. Doesn't do it for me.

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Flower Cup ;;

Mario Circuit: 5/10. It's just okay.

Toad Harbour: 8/10. It gives me Pokémon vibes and I don't know why. I vibe with it.

Twisted Mansion: 10/10. Honestly really fucking good. Lives up to its name and is a banger tbh.

Shy Guy Falls: 10/10. Yes please. Give me more of this thank you.

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Star Cup ;;

Sunshine Airport: 0/10. I just don't vibe with it. I don't enjoy.

Dolphin Shoals: 9/10. Again, beachy vibe. I like it.

Electrodome: 6/10. Meh. Could be better, but still pretty good.

Mount Wario: 5/10. Another meh for me over here.

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Special Cup ;;

Cloudtop Cruise: 10/10. It's a classic. Ya gotta love it.

Bone-Dry Ruins: 4/10. Genuinely thought I'd like this a little more, but nope.

Bowser's Castle: 10/10. It's Bowser. Need I say more? It's a head-banger for sure.

Rainbow Road: 2/10. Eh.

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Egg Cup ;;

Yoshi Circuit: 10/10. Again, a classic. Absolute banger.

Excitebike Arena: 2/10. Where'd the excitement???

Dragon Driftway: 9/10. Okay, now we're talking.

Mute City: 10/10. yes please.

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Crossing Cup ;;

Baby Park: 5/10. It's okay.

Cheese Land: 0/10. Why does this even exist.

Wild Woods: 0/10. Too calm for me personally.

Animal Crossing: 10/10. I'm an Animal Crossing enthusiast.

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Shell Cup ;;

Moo Moo Meadows: 2/10. ????

Mario Circuit: 3/10. I kindly ask you to stop.

Cheep Cheep Beach: 7/10. Kinda lost the beach element, it's still there, but it's also not.

Toads Turnpike: 0/10. Stop.

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Banana Cup ;;

Dry Dry Desert: 9/10. Feels nice.

Donut Plains 3: 0/10. No thank you.

Royal Raceway: 1/10. Where is the royalty feeling???

DK Jungle: 10/10. No regrets.

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Leaf Cup ;;

Wario Stadium: 5/10. Got a bit better than last time.

Sherbet Land: 0/10. Can I leave?

Music Park: 0/10. No.

Yoshi Valley: 7/10. Gives Yoshi.

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Lightning Cup ;;

Tick-Tock Clock: 9/10. Silly. I like it.

Piranha Plant Slide: 7/10. It sure is.

Grumble Volcano: 10/10. Is it okay??

Rainbow Road: 10/10. Genuinely enjoy it.

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Zelda Cup ;;

Wario Goldmine: 0/10. Please stop.

Rainbow Road: 0/10. Gives me anxiety. What is even happening.

Ice Ice Outpost: 10/10. Toads always come in clutch.

Hyrule Circuit: 1/10. As much as I love TLOZ, this one doesn't do it for me.

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Bell Cup ;;

Neo-Bowser City: 1/10. Nuh-uh.

Ribbon Road: 8/10. Okay, alright, I hear ya.

Super Bell Subway: 0/10. No thank you.

Big Blue: 100/10. Y E S.

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DLC WAVES:

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Golden Mushroom Cup ;;

Paris Promenade: 0/10. French people don't exist silly!

Toad Circuit: 0/10. Carbon copy of Mario Circuit.

Choco Mountain: 0/10. No.

Coconut Mall: 100/10. Get coconut malled idiot.

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Bell Cup 2 ;;

Tokyo Blur: 4/10. It exists.

Shroom Ridge: 10/10. It's a vibe.

Sky Garden: 6/10. Nice feel to it.

Ninja Hideaway: 10000/10. TOP FUCKING 3.

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Turnip Cup ;;

New York Minute: 0/10. I don't vibe.

Mario Circuit 3: 0/10. Im in hell.

Kalimari Desert: 0/10. ???

Waluigi Pinball: 10/10. Only because Waluigi got recognition.

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Fly Mushroom Cup ;;

Sydney Sprint: 0/10. Help.

Snow Land: 9/10. Getting somewhere finally!

Mushroom Gorge: 100000/10. AGAIN, TOP FUCKING 3.

Sky-High Sundae: 0/10. No.

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Rock Shroom Cup ;;

London Loop: 10/10. I vibe.

Boo Lake: 5/10. It's here.

Rock Rock Mountain: 8/10. I like it!

Maple Treeway: 10000/10. NOT TOP THREE THO. JUST BECAUSE WIGGLER.

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Moon Cup ;;

Berlin Byways: 10/10. Fuck yeah!!

Peach Gardens: 0/10. Please leave me alone.

Merry Mountain: 6/10. Merry chrisler

Rainbow Road: 0/10. I can't escape.

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Peach Cup ;;

Amsterdam Drift: 7/10. I'm vibing, I'm vibing.

Riverside Park: 2/10. ok.

DK Summit: 5/10. Yeah it exists.

Yoshis Island: 10/10. Please do more of this. I like this.

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Boomerang Cup ;;

Bangkok Rush: 0/10. It's certainly... unique..?

Mario Circuit: 0/10. STOP. PLEASE. LET ME FREE.

Waluigi Stadium: 100/10. MORE RECOGNITION FOR OUR BOY.

Singapore Speedway: 2/10. Uh.

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Feather Cup ;;

Athens Dash: 10/10. Sounds regal, I love this one.

Daisy Cruiser: 6/10. Yeah.

Moonview Highway: 10/10. I'm vibing!!

Squeaky Clean Sprint: 100/10. For the ducky alone. It's a mecore track.

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Cherry Cup ;;

Los Angeles Laps: 0/10. No.

Sunset Wilds: 10/10. Feels very Shy-Guy and I'm 100% here for it.

Koopa Cape: 10/10. Yes please.

Vancouver Velocity: 10/10. Familiar for some reason.

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Acorn Cup ;;

Rome Avanti: 5/10. Fancy.

DK Mountain: 10/10. Oooo!

Daisy Circuit: 10/10. Just because it has Daisy and Luigi dancing.

Piranha Plant Cove: 8/10. I can vibe with it!

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Blue Shell Cup ;;

Madrid Drive: 10/10. I vibe.

Rosalinas Iceworld: 10/10. Again, more recognition for our girl is needed Nintendo!!!

Bowser Castle 3: 100000/10. TOP FUCKING 3. HOLY SHIT.

Rainbow Road: 7/10. Got a bit better!

#{ cryptid ; ooc }#mario kart 8 deluxe #mario kart 8 switch #mario kart 8 dlc #mario kart 8 booster course pass #mario kart #mario kart soundtracks

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papermoonloveslucy · 2 years ago

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HATS! ~ Part 4

Miscellaneous Millinery

Outside of her four television series, Lucille Ball had a career as a model and a movie star - in both worlds hats were an integral part of the overall look. She also did numerous TV specials where her head was adorned.

Lucille Ball’s modeling career started at Hattie Carnegie, a salon where she worked as a hat model.

A few of Ball’s iconic hats are displayed at the Lucy-Desi Museum in Jamestown, New York.

In a 1950 print ad for Carling’s Red Cap Ale, Lucy wore two hats: a red satin jockey’s cap (the sponsor’s symbol), and a mortar board.

“Lucille Ball, too, has graduated to Carling’s - the light-hearted ale!”

In 1938, Lucy modeled ladies' hats based on characters from Disney’s Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Needless to say, she looked “charming”.

Lucy’s got it in the bag!

In 1937 Lucille Ball was seen modeling a Coronation Hat. The coronation of King George VI would take place at Westminster Abbey, London, on May 12, 1937. Ball did not attend, but as a young model, was widely seen in this Associated Press photo. As an interesting sidenote, more people watched the birth of Little Ricky on “I Love Lucy” than the televised Coronation of Queen Elizabeth II in 1953, where Elizabeth receive the ultimate in hats - the jeweled St. Edward’s Crown.

On March 26, 1961, Lucille Ball appeared on the cover of Family Weekly, a Sunday supplement to newspapers to model Easter hats.

The inside article by Margaret Bell was titled “Lucy Loves Easter Hats” and featured Lucy and her daughter, Lucie Arnaz, trying on various bonnets.

On Lucy Day at the 1964 World’s Fair, Lucy was accompanied by the world’s most famous hat-wearing gossip columnist, Hedda Hopper. Not to be undone, Lucy wore a blue straw hat to tour the grounds.

In the International area, the People’s Republic of China adorned Lucy with a traditional pearl headdress. At the Hawaiian Pavilion, another hat for Lucy - this one woven from palm leaves.

LUCY ~ A HEAD FOR FASHION

LUCY ~ A HEAD FOR MOVIES

LUCY ~ TV’S HEAD OF DISTINCTION

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[since everything under a Read More cut gets deleted in case a blog deletes/gets deleted and the WayBackMachine isn’t good with pictures, for Archive Purposes Only, I will add the most important bits of the/rest of the full post and have also checked/updated/added the source links to the best of my abilities.]

January 29 2020 (at least that’s when the pic came out, I believe it was taken in Dec 2019)

This is merch from the band Swim Deep, specifically their album Emerald Classics, which includes the song “Happy as Larrie”. They were also going to be the opening act for his postponed London tour dates.

Bonus: Swim Deep specifically sharing “Happy as Larrie” on twitter when this pic came out:

They’re friends with H so yeah that’s funny

April 3 2020

“Castel Louis Lumiere” helmet, take him back to the light (sorrynotsorry)

September 18 2020

Making an exception for the umbro shirt, these mfers

Recorded October 2020 - Jingle Bell Ball

Gucci’s look 28:

including a happy gif because yes

Anyway that’s, yep, look 28, but won’t you look at that the only change is the addition of something in that shade of blue again (also what’s that decor, tho? hey, everyone we’re filming some christmassy stuff ok let’s get a decor going! All other artists: green and red, Christmas trees, snow globes, all round christmassy vibes Harry: I’m standing in the green garden with my specific shade of blue little flags and my lil turquoise garden chair singing in my look 28 with my lil blue shirt deal with it)

March 14 2021

GRAMMYS - that green boa is look 28E

u know

Also more genius behaviour with those grammy outfits here

June 10, 2021

the Louie shirt worn at the Fine Line listening party comes back:

The whole thing was a Larry again - same day Louis goes bluegreening too

June 12, 2021

Not “Louis”, but a pretty good “yes, I know what my shirts are named” indication, mermaid wears a Louie shirt and then 2 days later follows it up with a Hari shirt. I hope he never stops being like this because I’m living for this shit, just keep on keeping on please.

In conclusion:

Hi is there a masterpost of Harry wearing Louis related things like the Louie shirt? I remember him wearing some boots and other stuff?

There are bits and pieces around but he’s been at it the other day again so I’ll just have a go at it myself. Imma keep it limited to “louis”, “larry”, and “28″ (but what about all the blue, the bluegreening, and the blue bandanaing!? Not today jose juan direction this is already a lot). Also I started this with the most recent stuff and then just dug my way back in time and then lost the will to keep digging somewhere late 2019 so yeah it’s only going to be the past 2 years, sorry for that, no boots for you:

November 22 2019 - Zane Lowe interview

Bode “Louie” style shirt

And not even a week later he did done it again:

November 27 2019 - Fine Line listening party in Paris

Another Bode "Louie" style shirt

Cut because it’s long (not incredibly long, just picture heavy):

January 29 2020 (at least that’s when the pic came out, I believe it was taken in dec 2019)

This is merch from the band Swim Deep, specifically their album Emerald Classics, which includes the song “happy as larrie”. They were also going to be the opening act for his postponed London tourdates.

Bonus: Swim Deep specifically sharing “Happy as Larrie” on twitter when this pic came out:

They’re friends with H so yeah that’s funny

April 3 2020

“Castel Louis Lumiere” helmet, take him back to the light (sorrynotsorry)

September 18 2020

Making an exception for the umbro shirt, these mfers

Recorded October 2020 - Jingle bell ball

Gucci’s look 28:

including a happy gif because yes

Anyway that’s yep look 28 but won’t you look at that the only change is the addition of something in that shade of blue again (also what’s that decor tho,hey everyone we’re filming some christmassy stuff ok let’s get a decor going! All other artists: green and red, christmas trees, snowglobes, all round christmassy vibes, Harry: I’m standing in the green garden with my specific shade of blue little flags and my lil turquoise garden chair singing in my look 28 with my lil blue shirt deal with it)

March 14 2021

GRAMMYS - that green boa is look 28E

u know

Also more genius behavior with those grammy outfits here

June 10, 2021

the Louie shirt worn at the Fine Line listening party comes back:

The whole thing was a larry again - same day Louis goes bluegreening too

June 12, 2021

Not “Louis”, but a pretty good “yes I know what my shirts are named” indication, mermaid wears a Louie shirt and then 2 days later follows it up with a Hari shirt. I hope he never stops being like this because I’m living for this shit, just keep on keeping on please.

In conclusion:

#gayvinci code #28 #masterpost #Harry said I LOVE LOUIS i say speak your truth king #elongated for archive purposes #larry #meta #clothes #Harry fashion #2019 #2020 #2021

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Holidays 12.7

Holidays

Armed Forces Flag Day (India)

Blue Marble Day

Christmas Jumper Day (UK)

Cypress Tree Day (French Republic)

Day of Local Self-Government (Ukraine)

Dia de las Velitas (Day of the Little Candles; Colombia)

Enlightenment Day

Ferry Floss Day (UK)

Fetes de l’Escalade (Scaling or Climbing Day; Switzerland)

Finance Employees Day (Tajikistan)

Flag Land Base Day (Scientology)

Gramophone Day

Hang a Wreath Day

Heavy Snow Day (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)

Hermitage Day (Saint Petersburg, Russia)

Human Rights Day (Kiribati)

International Civil Aviation Day (UN)

International FAFO Day

International Free Assange Day

Letter Writing Day

Memorial Day (East Timor)

National Day (Myanmar)

National FAFO Day

National Fire Safety Day

National Heroes’ Day (East Timor)

National Illinois Day

National Joy Day

National Judith Day

National Letter Writing Day

National Rina Day

National Slime Day

Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

Spider-Woman Day

Spitak Earthquake Remembrance Day (Armenia)

Students’ Day (Iran)

Ukrainian Headscarf Day (Ukraine)

World Kamishibai Day

World TTTS Awareness Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Marshmallow Peeps Day

National Cotton Candy Day [original date, moved to 6.11; also 7.31]

National Prosciutto Day

Independence & Related Days

Delaware Statehood Day (#1; 1787)

Farrar Republic (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Fraughtia (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Ivory Coast Republic (from France; 1960)

1st Saturday in December

Bath & Body Works’ Candle Day [1st Saturday]

Bike Shop Day [1st Saturday]

Chester Greenwood Day (Inventor of Earmuffs; Farmington, Maine) [1st Saturday]

Coats and Toys for Kids Day [1st Saturday]

Crate Day (New Zealand) [1st Saturday]

Earmuff Day [1st Saturday]

Global Fat Bike Day [1st Saturday]

International Lolita Day [1st Saturday]

International Spirit of the Game [1st Saturday]

National Christmas Tree Day (Canada) [1st Saturday]

National Pinochle Day [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Rhubarb Vodka Day [1st Saturday]

National Small Business Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

National Tree Planting Day (Zimbabwe) [1st Saturday]

Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]

SKYWARN Recognition Day [1st Saturday]

Sleep Over Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Small Business Saturday (UK) [1st Saturday]

Social Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Sourdough Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]

World Pear Day [1st Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning December 7 (1st Full Week of December)

None Known

Festivals Beginning December 7, 2024

Belle Grove Plantation Festive Christmas Tea (Middletown, Virginia)

Between the Bluffs Frothbite Beer & Bites Fest (La Crosse, Wisconsin)

Christmas at the Castle (Wickford, Rhode Island) [thru 12.8]

Christmas Festival and Parade (Benton, Louisiana)

Christmas in Salem House Tour (Salem, Massachusetts) [thru 12.8]

Christmas in the Country (Eagle Creek, Oregon)

Christmas Kick-off (Eagle River, Wisconsin)

Christmas on the Prairie (West Fargo, North Dakota)

Dominion Energy Christmas Parade (Richmond, Virginia)

European Film Awards (Lucerne, Switzerland)

Holiday Cheers at Winehaven! (Chisago City, Minnesota) [thru 12.8]

Holiday Fineries at the Wineries (New Paltz, New York) [thru 12.8 & 12.14-15]

Holidays in the Vineyards (Livermore, California) [thru 12.8]

Holiday Yule Log Bonfire & Holiday Marketplace (Norfolk, Virginia)

Indio International Tamale Festival (Indio, California) [thru 12.8]

Jingle Bell Ball (London, United Kingdom) [thru 12.8]

Julebyen Christmas Village (Knife River, Minnesota) [thru 12.8]

Lawrence Old-Fashioned Christmas Parade (Lawrence, Kansas)

Lighted Farm Implement Parade (Sunnyside, Washington)

Minco Honey Festival (Minco, Oklahoma)

Norwegian Christmas (Decorah, Iowa)

Norwich Winterfest Parade (Norwich, Connecticut)

Olde Mistick Village Holiday Carnival (Mystic, Connecticut)

Oxnard Tamale Festival (Oxnard, California)

Oz Comic-Con (Melbourne, Australia) [thru 12.8]

Palm Springs Festival of Lights Parade (Palm Springs, California)

Pioneer Christmas (Litchfield, Minnesota)

Santa By The Sea (Westport, Washington)

Ventura Winter Wine Walk & Holiday Street Fair (Ventura, California)

Whirling Dervish Festival [Şeb-i Arûs] (Konya, Turkey) [thru 12.17]

Winter Market (Longmont, Colorado) [thru 12.8]

Feast Days

Aemilianus (Greek Church)

Ambrose of Milan (Christian; Saint) [Italy]

Bhairava Ashtami (Indian Goddess of Soma) [8th Lunar Day of Kartik]

Bodhi Season, Day 7 (Buddhism; Secular Date) [Leading Up to 12.8] (a.k.a. ...

Principles: Enso

Secular: Bodhi Day Eve

Eightfold Path: Awakened Mindfulness and Concentration

The Heart Sutra: Kintsugi (Golden Repair)

Bradley (Positivist; Saint)

Bruma II (Pagan)

Day of Mourning for Dingle-Fritter, Gooseberry Humple, Tiger-Get-By, LoveFolding, but not Zimber-Quattor (Shamanism)

Eutychian (Christian; Saint)

Eve of the Immaculate Conception

Fara (Christian; Saint)

Feast of All Monsters (Church of the SubGenius)

Festival of Primordial Beings

Flag Day (India)

Flag Land Base Day (Scientology)

Gian Lorenzo Bernini (Artology)

Haloia of Demeter (Pagan)

Hanukkah (Judaism) [begins at sundown]

Holiday from Death Day (Pastafarian)

Josepha Rossello (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Joyce Cary (Writerism)

Kateryna Bilokur (Artology)

Katsuya Terada (Artology)

Leigh Brackett (Writerism)

Maria Giuseppa Rossello (Christian; Saint)

Quema del Diablo (Burning of the Devil; Guatemala)

Rosita (Muppetism)

Sabinus of Spoleto (Christian; Saint)

Still Not Dead Day (Pastafarian)

Stuart Davis (Artology)

The Time of Pleasant Gossiping (Celtic Book of Days)

Time to Get Serious about the Holidays Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Willa Cather (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 23 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [23 of 24]

Fatal Day (Pagan) [23 of 24]

Historically Unlucky Day [11 of 11]

Historically Bad Day (Cicero assassinated, Pearl Harbor attack & 4 other tragedies) [11 of 11]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 56 of 60)

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [56 of 60]

Premieres

Abbott Elementary (TV Series; 2012)

Anastasia: The Mystery of Anna (TV Mini-Series; 1986)

Bad Day at Flat Rocky or A Record in Bullwinkle’s Blot (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 326; 1964)

The Bells of St. Mary’s (Film; 1945)

Brokeback Mountain (Film; 2005)

Canine Patrol (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Dominique, by The Singing Nun (Song; 1963)

Edward Scissorhands (Film; 1990)

The Fisherman (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)

A Flintstone Christmas (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Special; 1977)

Frosty the Snowman (Animated TV Special; 1969)

The Golden Compass (Film; 2007)

The Gondoliers, by Gilbert & Sullivan (Comic Opera; 1889)

The Grifters (Film; 1990)

Hallelujah, by Leonard Cohen (Song; 1984)

Homo Ludens: A Study of the Play Element in Culture, by Johan Huizinga (Science Book; 1938)

I’m Not There (Film; 2007)

It’s Greek to Me-ow! (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1961)

Jamboree (Rock & Roll Film; 1957)

Kung Fu Fighting, by Carl Douglas (Song; 1974)

The Librarians (TV Series; 2014)

The Long Tomorrow, by Leigh Brackett (Novel; 1955)

Mary Queen of Scots (Film; 2018)

Mozart and Salieri, by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov (Opera; 1898)

New Kin in Town, by The Eagles (Song; 1976)

Ocean’s Eleven (Film; 2001)

The Pink Panther in: A Pink Christmas (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1978)

Resign Your Fate to a 52nd State or Moosylvania (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 325; 1964)

Rock! Rock! Rock! (Rock & Roll Film; 1956)

Rosemary, played live by the Gratefull Dead (Song; 1968) [Only Time It’s Played Live]

Santa’s Surprise (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1947)

(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay, recorded by Otis Redding (Song; 1967)

The Spinach Overture (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1935)

Star Trek: The Motion Picture (Film; 1979)

2010: The Year We Make Contact (Film; 1984)

The Water-Method Man, by John Irving (Novel; 1972)

Wild Life, by Paul McCartney & Wings (Album; 1971)

The World’s Fastest Indian (Film; 2005)

Today’s Name Days

Ambrosius, Benedikte (Austria)

Ambrozije, Sabina, Urban (Croatia)

Ambrož (Czech Republic)

Agathon (Denmark)

Piine, Sabiine (Estonia)

Sampsa (Finland)

Ambroise (France)

Ambros, Benedikte, Farah (Germany)

Amvrosios (Greece)

Ambrus (Hungary)

Ambrogio (Italy)

Anta, Antonija, Dzirkstīte, Tonija (Latvia)

Ambraziejus, Daugardas, Tautė (Lithuania)

Hallfrid, Hallstein (Norway)

Agaton, Ambroży, Marcin, Ninomysł (Poland)

Filofteia (Romania)

Ekaterina (Russia)

Ambróz (Slovakia)

Ambrosio (Spain)

Angela, Angelika (Sweden)

Ambrose (Ukraine)

Ambrose, Ambrosine, Jasmin, Jasmine, Jazlyn, Jazmin, Jazmine, Yasmeen, Yasmin, Yasmine, Yazmin (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 342 of 2024; 24 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of Week 49 of 2024

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 14 of 28]

Chinese: Month 11 (Bing-Zi), Day 7 (Yi-Si)

Chinese Year of the: Dragon 4722 (until January 29, 2025) [Wu-Chen]

Hebrew: 6 Kislev 5785

Islamic: 5 Jumada II 1446

J Cal: 12 Black; Fryday [12 of 30]

Julian: 24 November 2024

Moon: 40%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 6 Bichat (13th Month) [Sauveur / Volta]

Runic Half Month: Jara (Year) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Autumn or Fall (Day 76 of 90)

Week: 1st Full Week of December

Zodiac: Sagittarius (Day 16 of 30)

Calendar Changes

Jara (Year) [Half-Month 24 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 12.21)

#calendar #Holidays

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Holidays 12.7

Holidays

Armed Forces Flag Day (India)

Blue Marble Day

Christmas Jumper Day (UK)

Cypress Tree Day (French Republic)

Day of Local Self-Government (Ukraine)

Dia de las Velitas (Day of the Little Candles; Colombia)

Enlightenment Day

Ferry Floss Day (UK)

Fetes de l’Escalade (Scaling or Climbing Day; Switzerland)

Finance Employees Day (Tajikistan)

Flag Land Base Day (Scientology)

Gramophone Day

Hang a Wreath Day

Heavy Snow Day (Chinese Farmer’s Calendar)

Hermitage Day (Saint Petersburg, Russia)

Human Rights Day (Kiribati)

International Civil Aviation Day (UN)

International FAFO Day

International Free Assange Day

Letter Writing Day

Memorial Day (East Timor)

National Day (Myanmar)

National FAFO Day

National Fire Safety Day

National Heroes’ Day (East Timor)

National Illinois Day

National Joy Day

National Judith Day

National Letter Writing Day

National Rina Day

National Slime Day

Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day

Spider-Woman Day

Spitak Earthquake Remembrance Day (Armenia)

Students’ Day (Iran)

Ukrainian Headscarf Day (Ukraine)

World Kamishibai Day

World TTTS Awareness Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Marshmallow Peeps Day

National Cotton Candy Day [original date, moved to 6.11; also 7.31]

National Prosciutto Day

Independence & Related Days

Delaware Statehood Day (#1; 1787)

Farrar Republic (Declared; 2016) [unrecognized]

Fraughtia (Declared; 2012) [unrecognized]

Ivory Coast Republic (from France; 1960)

1st Saturday in December

Bath & Body Works’ Candle Day [1st Saturday]

Bike Shop Day [1st Saturday]

Chester Greenwood Day (Inventor of Earmuffs; Farmington, Maine) [1st Saturday]

Coats and Toys for Kids Day [1st Saturday]

Crate Day (New Zealand) [1st Saturday]

Earmuff Day [1st Saturday]

Global Fat Bike Day [1st Saturday]

International Lolita Day [1st Saturday]

International Spirit of the Game [1st Saturday]

National Christmas Tree Day (Canada) [1st Saturday]

National Pinochle Day [1st Saturday]

National Play Outside Day [1st Saturday of Every Month]

National Rhubarb Vodka Day [1st Saturday]

National Small Business Day (UK) [1st Saturday]

National Tree Planting Day (Zimbabwe) [1st Saturday]

Sandwich Saturday [Every Saturday]

Satyr's Day (Silenus, Greek God of Beer Buddies and Drinking Companions) [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Six For Saturday [Every Saturday]

SKYWARN Recognition Day [1st Saturday]

Sleep Over Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Small Business Saturday (UK) [1st Saturday]

Social Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Sourdough Saturday [1st Saturday of Each Month]

Spaghetti Saturday [Every Saturday]

World Pear Day [1st Saturday]

Weekly Holidays beginning December 7 (1st Full Week of December)

None Known

Festivals Beginning December 7, 2024

Belle Grove Plantation Festive Christmas Tea (Middletown, Virginia)

Between the Bluffs Frothbite Beer & Bites Fest (La Crosse, Wisconsin)

Christmas at the Castle (Wickford, Rhode Island) [thru 12.8]

Christmas Festival and Parade (Benton, Louisiana)

Christmas in Salem House Tour (Salem, Massachusetts) [thru 12.8]

Christmas in the Country (Eagle Creek, Oregon)

Christmas Kick-off (Eagle River, Wisconsin)

Christmas on the Prairie (West Fargo, North Dakota)

Dominion Energy Christmas Parade (Richmond, Virginia)

European Film Awards (Lucerne, Switzerland)

Holiday Cheers at Winehaven! (Chisago City, Minnesota) [thru 12.8]

Holiday Fineries at the Wineries (New Paltz, New York) [thru 12.8 & 12.14-15]

Holidays in the Vineyards (Livermore, California) [thru 12.8]

Holiday Yule Log Bonfire & Holiday Marketplace (Norfolk, Virginia)

Indio International Tamale Festival (Indio, California) [thru 12.8]

Jingle Bell Ball (London, United Kingdom) [thru 12.8]

Julebyen Christmas Village (Knife River, Minnesota) [thru 12.8]

Lawrence Old-Fashioned Christmas Parade (Lawrence, Kansas)

Lighted Farm Implement Parade (Sunnyside, Washington)

Minco Honey Festival (Minco, Oklahoma)

Norwegian Christmas (Decorah, Iowa)

Norwich Winterfest Parade (Norwich, Connecticut)

Olde Mistick Village Holiday Carnival (Mystic, Connecticut)

Oxnard Tamale Festival (Oxnard, California)

Oz Comic-Con (Melbourne, Australia) [thru 12.8]

Palm Springs Festival of Lights Parade (Palm Springs, California)

Pioneer Christmas (Litchfield, Minnesota)

Santa By The Sea (Westport, Washington)

Ventura Winter Wine Walk & Holiday Street Fair (Ventura, California)

Whirling Dervish Festival [Şeb-i Arûs] (Konya, Turkey) [thru 12.17]

Winter Market (Longmont, Colorado) [thru 12.8]

Feast Days

Aemilianus (Greek Church)

Ambrose of Milan (Christian; Saint) [Italy]

Bhairava Ashtami (Indian Goddess of Soma) [8th Lunar Day of Kartik]

Bodhi Season, Day 7 (Buddhism; Secular Date) [Leading Up to 12.8] (a.k.a. ...

Principles: Enso

Secular: Bodhi Day Eve

Eightfold Path: Awakened Mindfulness and Concentration

The Heart Sutra: Kintsugi (Golden Repair)

Bradley (Positivist; Saint)

Bruma II (Pagan)

Day of Mourning for Dingle-Fritter, Gooseberry Humple, Tiger-Get-By, LoveFolding, but not Zimber-Quattor (Shamanism)

Eutychian (Christian; Saint)

Eve of the Immaculate Conception

Fara (Christian; Saint)

Feast of All Monsters (Church of the SubGenius)

Festival of Primordial Beings

Flag Day (India)

Flag Land Base Day (Scientology)

Gian Lorenzo Bernini (Artology)

Haloia of Demeter (Pagan)

Hanukkah (Judaism) [begins at sundown]

Holiday from Death Day (Pastafarian)

Josepha Rossello (Christian; Saint & Virgin)

Joyce Cary (Writerism)

Kateryna Bilokur (Artology)

Katsuya Terada (Artology)

Leigh Brackett (Writerism)

Maria Giuseppa Rossello (Christian; Saint)

Quema del Diablo (Burning of the Devil; Guatemala)

Rosita (Muppetism)

Sabinus of Spoleto (Christian; Saint)

Still Not Dead Day (Pastafarian)

Stuart Davis (Artology)

The Time of Pleasant Gossiping (Celtic Book of Days)

Time to Get Serious about the Holidays Day (Starza Pagan Book of Days)

Willa Cather (Writerism)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Dismal Day (Unlucky or Evil Day; Medieval Europe; 23 of 24)

Egyptian Day (Unlucky Day; Middle Ages Europe) [23 of 24]

Fatal Day (Pagan) [23 of 24]

Historically Unlucky Day [11 of 11]

Historically Bad Day (Cicero assassinated, Pearl Harbor attack & 4 other tragedies) [11 of 11]

Taian (大安 Japan) [Lucky all day.]

Umu Limnu (Evil Day; Babylonian Calendar; 56 of 60)

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [56 of 60]

Premieres

Abbott Elementary (TV Series; 2012)

Anastasia: The Mystery of Anna (TV Mini-Series; 1986)

Bad Day at Flat Rocky or A Record in Bullwinkle’s Blot (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 326; 1964)

The Bells of St. Mary’s (Film; 1945)

Brokeback Mountain (Film; 2005)

Canine Patrol (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Dominique, by The Singing Nun (Song; 1963)

Edward Scissorhands (Film; 1990)

The Fisherman (Oswald the Lucky Rabbit Cartoon; 1931)

A Flintstone Christmas (Hanna-Barbera Animated TV Special; 1977)

Frosty the Snowman (Animated TV Special; 1969)

The Golden Compass (Film; 2007)

The Gondoliers, by Gilbert & Sullivan (Comic Opera; 1889)

The Grifters (Film; 1990)

Hallelujah, by Leonard Cohen (Song; 1984)

Homo Ludens: A Study of the Play Element in Culture, by Johan Huizinga (Science Book; 1938)

I’m Not There (Film; 2007)

It’s Greek to Me-ow! (Tom & Jerry Cartoon; 1961)

Jamboree (Rock & Roll Film; 1957)

Kung Fu Fighting, by Carl Douglas (Song; 1974)

The Librarians (TV Series; 2014)

The Long Tomorrow, by Leigh Brackett (Novel; 1955)

Mary Queen of Scots (Film; 2018)

Mozart and Salieri, by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov (Opera; 1898)

New Kin in Town, by The Eagles (Song; 1976)

Ocean’s Eleven (Film; 2001)

The Pink Panther in: A Pink Christmas (DePatie-Freleng Animated TV Special; 1978)

Resign Your Fate to a 52nd State or Moosylvania (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S6, Ep. 325; 1964)

Rock! Rock! Rock! (Rock & Roll Film; 1956)

Rosemary, played live by the Gratefull Dead (Song; 1968) [Only Time It’s Played Live]

Santa’s Surprise (Noveltoons Cartoon; 1947)

(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay, recorded by Otis Redding (Song; 1967)

The Spinach Overture (Fleischer Popeye Cartoon; 1935)

Star Trek: The Motion Picture (Film; 1979)

2010: The Year We Make Contact (Film; 1984)

The Water-Method Man, by John Irving (Novel; 1972)

Wild Life, by Paul McCartney & Wings (Album; 1971)

The World’s Fastest Indian (Film; 2005)

Today’s Name Days

Ambrosius, Benedikte (Austria)

Ambrozije, Sabina, Urban (Croatia)

Ambrož (Czech Republic)

Agathon (Denmark)

Piine, Sabiine (Estonia)

Sampsa (Finland)

Ambroise (France)

Ambros, Benedikte, Farah (Germany)

Amvrosios (Greece)

Ambrus (Hungary)

Ambrogio (Italy)

Anta, Antonija, Dzirkstīte, Tonija (Latvia)

Ambraziejus, Daugardas, Tautė (Lithuania)

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harrison-abbott · 1 year ago

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They went to London and they went along the bridges at night and the purple white and yellow glitter across the city stunned them in a January blend; they were staying with one of his brother’s mates, because hotels in the city were so expensive – and when they met up with him he (the older mate) took the piss out of him because he was super shy and it was suddenly three’s a crowd in a pizza restaurant; and the girl wasn’t impressed with him at all for his social weakness. And they went to the science museum the next day, and Hampstead Heath and he took photos of her with her in the foreground and that plush skyscraper bit in the background. There was an old graveyard (a super old cemetery) near where they were staying and among the thousand tombs most were ivied over and it was about the prettiest yard of dead people he ever saw and she walked ahead of him in her green felt coat and he photographed her. They rode on the super white flashing underground with its claustrophobic tunnels and echoes and uber famous names in CAPITALS darted about on the tiled walls, as if they were danger signs in themselves.

They went to Poland and touched down in Warsaw first and he was immediately struck by a huge city that wasn’t so like the big cities he’d met before; with a difference in neon and a subdued, dazed sense of colour with the electronia in general. They went to Lodz, next. With the rampant high rises and the broken windows and the many other buildings or areas that were still derelict from decades ago; and the bell clangs of the trams and the stalls on the corners of the streets selling fruit; the older cars from what he knew; the cheap beer in the tiny alcohol shops, which were forever followed by pharmacy green crosses a half block away. He fell in love with Poland as he fell in love with her. And he loved the language that he heard in whispers and blasted sentences, the volume of a foreign tongue that you don’t know and yet you appreciate for only its acoustics.

They went to Cyprus. And the dense heat and heavy blue of the sky and the magic span of the Mediterranean filled in him an awe that was quite different from her dismissiveness to it. The dry crackly of the palm leaves overhead and the oranges that grew on the roads that they cycled by. He wrote about it then and he wrote about it now and he wrote stories in the hostel room and sent them off and some of them got published and she made fun of his writing anyway and this hurt him a terrific deal … and all she would do for the most part was sleep. [He drew pictures of her in pencil, making an effort to explore the wideness of her eyes.]

They went to Prague the following winter. Where it reached minus seventeen degrees at one point, at night. She’d been angry with him in glimpses from the get go of the trip. For trivial things. He was reading Raymond Carver stories, and this influenced him to write further stories of his own in his notepad. He typed them up when he got back home and one of them got published. … Throughout Prague he stared around the giant beauty of the centre, with the churches that all seemed competing to be the most spectacular worship place on the planet, with the shining ornaments and statues. And the snow kept making him slip on his boots – that had lost their heels a while back but he’d brought them here anyway because he had no other. He still loved her. It was tricky not to. You should have seen her eyes and heard her little jokes. And each of these cities and these countries will never be the same without her. But it was worth it to go and experience them all the same.

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queer-book-character-tournament · 7 months ago

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Hello friends! It is once again time for quality control. I'm posting the list of potential competitors, and because I can't have read all of these books I'm asking you guys to look through the list and make sure there's no mistakes (ex: repeated ships, ships that don't follow the rules, spelling errors, ect.)

Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard - All For The Game by Nora Sakavic

Nicky Hemmick/Erik Klose - All For The Game by Nora Sakavic

Jean Moreau/Jeremy Knox - The Sunshine Court by Nora Sakavic

Catalina Alvarez/Laila Dermott - The Sunshine Court by Nora Sakavic

Daniel Molloy/Armand - The Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice

Silas Bell/Daphne Luckenbill - The Spirit Bares its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White

Jacqueline "Jack" Wolcott/Alexis Chopper - Wayward Children by Seanan McGuire

Simon Torquill/Patrick Lorden/Dianda Lorden - October Daye series by Seanan McGuire

Linus Baker/Arthur Parnassus - The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Kelly Bennett/Robbie Fontaine - Green Creek series by T J Klune

Yadriel Vélez Flores/Julian Diaz - Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

Lark/Rosethorn - Circle of Magic by Tamora Pierce

Shallan Davar/Adolin Kholin - The Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson

Jude/Pixie - Stake Sauce Arc 1: The Secret Ingredient is Love (No, Really) by RoAnna Sylver

Jude/Jasper/Felix - Stake Sauce Acr 2: Everybody's Missing (Somebody) by RoAnna Sylver

Cliopher Mdang/Fitzroy Angursell - Hands of the Emperor/At the Feet of the Sun by Victoria Goddard

Terec of Lund/Conju an Vilius - The Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard

Baru Cormorant/Tain Hu - The Traitor Baru Cormorant/The Masquerade by Seth Dickinson

Humaira Khan/Ishita Dey - Hani and Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar

Ronan Lynch/Adam Parrish - The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Carmen Farooq-Lane/Liliana - The Dreamer Trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater

Alistair Lowe/Gavin Grieves - All of Us Villains/All of Our Demise by Amanda Foody & Christine Lynn Herman

Tatianna/Clarissa - Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

Wylan van Eyck/Jesper Fahey - Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Nina Zenik/Matthias Hevlar - Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Nina Zenik/Hanne Brum - King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo

Bellsona Steelcrest/Eris Shindanai - Gearbreaker series by Zoe Hana Mikuta

Jace Boucher/Aaron Slaughter - House of Slaughter by James Tynion IV

Ballister Blackheart/Ambrosius Goldenloin - Nimona by N.D. Stevenson

Norma/Badyah - Deadendia by Hamish Steele

Barney/Logan/Asmodeus - Deadendia by Hamish Steele

Red/Blue - This is How You Lose The Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone

Addam Saint Nicholas/Rune Saint John - The Tarot Sequence by K. D. Edwards

Eadaz uq-Nāra/Sabran Berethnet - The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

Oberyn Martel/Ellaria Sand - Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin

Leo Merritt/Tristan Drake - The Buried and the Bound by Rochelle Hassan

Stevie/Nora - Forget Me Not by Alyson Derrick

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi - Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus- The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir

Laura/Carmilla - Carmilla by J Sheridan Le Fanu

Susan Arkshaw/Merlin St. Jacques - The Left Handed Booksellers of London by Garth Nix

Beth Cassidy/Addy Hanlon - Dare Me by Megan Abbott

Alec Campion/Richard St Vier - Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner

Salim/The Jinn - American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Audrey Wells/Harper Harper/Merritt Eamons - Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M Danforth

Blythe Melbourne/Delaney Keating - Black Iris by Leah Raeder & Elliot Wake

Güzel/Marthe Gaultier - The Lymond Chronicles by Dorothy Dunnett

Tyrannus Basilton (“Baz”) Grimm-Pitch/Simon Snow - Carry On Series by Rainbow Rowell

Agatha Wellbelove/Niamh Brody - Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell

Will Kempen/James St Clair - Dark Rise series by C.S. Pacat

Damianos (“Damen”) of Akielos/Laurent of Vere - Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat

Tara Boone/Penny - All That Consumes Us by Erica Waters

Rosemary Harper/Sissix Seshkethet - The Wayfarers: The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

Ariadne O'Neill/Elena Quesada-Cruz/Chikondi Daka/Jack Vo - To Be Taught if Fortunate by Becky Chambers

Robin of Berecrofts/Katelijne Sersanders - House of Niccolò by Dorothy Dunnett

Oliver Marks/James Farrow - If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

Dorian/Zachary Ezra Rawlins - The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Rhy Maresh/Alucard Emery - Shades of Magic by V. E. Schwab

Addie LaRue/Luc - The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

Magnus Chase/Alex Fierro - Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard by Rick Riordan

Walt Stone/Anubis/Sadie Kane - The Kane Chronicles by Rick Riordan

Nico di Angelo/Will Solace - The Camp Halfblood Chronicles by Rick Riordan

Cassandra Igarashi/Laura Wilson - The Wicked+the Divine by Kieron Gillen

Jade/Moon/Chime - Books of the Raksura by Martha Wells

Celia St James/Evelyn Hugo - The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac - The Vampire Chronicles by Anne Rice

Sue Trinder/Maude Lilly - Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

Delilah Green/Claire Sutherland - Delilah Green Doesn’t Care by Ashley Herring Blake

Shara Wheeler/Chloe Green - I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuiston

August Landry/Jane Su - One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Alex Claremont Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor - Red White and Royal Blue by Casey Mcquiston

Alex Price/Eli Rodriguez - Like Real People Do by E.L. Massey

Whisper/Prince Julien Sandry - Prince and Assassin by Tavia Lark

Patrick Roman/Damien Bordeaux - All Hail The Underdogs by E.L. Massey

Lewis/Jason Lu - Proficiency Bonus by Charlie Novak

Andrew Blur/Sam Halse - Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo

Seregil í Korit Solun Meringil Bôkthersa/Alec í Amasa of Kerry - Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling

Jude St Francis/Willem Ragnarsson - A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

Lula Talisola/Zeen Mrala - Midnight Horizon by Daniel José Older

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood - The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

Luke Sunborn/Elliot Schafer - In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

Magnus Marston/Avicenna - Some Desperate Glory by Emily Tesh

Celie/Shug Avery - The Color Purple by Alice Walker

Dev Deshpande/Charlie Winshaw - The Charm Offensive by Alison Cochrun

Nathan Byrn/Gabriel Boutin - Half Bad by Sally Green

Sidney Ellwood/Henry Gaunt - In Memoriam by Alice Winn

Maurice Hall/Alec Scudder - Maurice by E.M. Forster

Tommy Flowers/David Pearson - Flower of Iowa by Lance Ringel

Will Darling/Kim Secretan - The Will Darling Adventures by K.J. Charles

Henry de Lyon/Ian mac Maíl Coluim - The Scottish Boy by Alex de Campi

Ambrose Cusk/Kodiac Celius - The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer

Thomas McNulty/John Cole - Days Without End (and A Thousand Moons) by Sebastian Barry

Sideways Pike/Jing Gao - The Scapegracers by HA Clarke

Zhu Yuanzhang/Ma Xiuying - The Radiant Emperor by Shelley Parker-Chan

Esen Temur/General Ouyang - The Radiant Emperor by Shelley Parker-Chan

Val Palafox/Cade McKenna - Venom and Vow by Anna-Marie & Elliott McLemore

Viv/Tandri - Legends & Lattes by Travis Baldree

Sigyn/Loki - The Goddess of Nothing At All by Cat Rector

Viola Carroll/Justin de Vere - A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall

Sam Becker/Jonathan Forest - 10 Things That Never Happened by Alexis Hall

Luc O'Donnell/Oliver Blackwood - Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall

Valentine Layton/Bonaventure "Bonny" Tarleton - Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall

Bastián Silvano/Lore Garcia - Lakelore by Anna-Marie McLemore

Syenite/Alabaster/Innon - The Fifth Season by N. K. Jemisin

Tennalhin Halkana/Surit Yeni - Ocean's Echo by Everina Maxwell

Kiem Tegnar/Jainan nav Adessari - Winter's Orbit by Everina Maxwell

Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring - Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

Darcy Olsson/Tara Jones - Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

Elle Argent/Tao Xu - Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

Wei Wuxian/Lan Wanji - Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/ Mo Dao Zu Shi by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Xie Lian/Hua Cheng - Tian Guan Ci Fu / Heaven Official's Blessing by by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

Dorian/Milo - Three Meant To Be by M.N. Bennet

August Mulvaney/Lucas Blackwell - Psycho by Onley James

Mackenzie (“Mac”) Shepard/Archer Mulvaney - Lunatic by Onley James

Hawk Sunday/Jack Wyatt - Cherry Picked by May Archer

Mitch Greyson/Alex Dean - On the Ice by Amy Aislin

Lucifer/Michael - Angels before Man by Rafael Nicolas

Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey - A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske

Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham - A Restless Truth by Freya Marske

Jack Alston/Alan Ross - A Power Unbound by Freya Marske

Everen/Arcady - Dragonfall by L.R. Lam

Sally-Anne/Sez - Beanstalk by E Jade Lomax

Gene Forrester/Phineas - A Separate Peace by John Knowles

Ayla/Crier - Crier's War by Nina Varela

Vivienne (“Vivi”) Duarte/Heather - The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

Nathaniel Bainbridge/Sea Hawk - Kidnapped by the Pirate by Keira Andrews

Arden Canamorra/Mil/Mattin - A Suitable Consort (For the King and His Husband) by R. Cooper

Daisy Wells/Amina El Maghrabi - Death Sets Sail by Robin Stevens

Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan - Guardian (Zhen Hun) by Priest

Aristotle (“Ari”) Mendoza/Dante Quintana - Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

Max Owen/Sean Moore - Magical Boy by The Kao

Henry Montague (Monty)/Percy Newton - The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

Milo/Xander - How Not To Date A Dragon by Lana Kole

Blair/Richard - Bite Me! -You Know I Like It by Fae Quin

Nick Russo/Andy Fleming - We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian

Paige Mahoney/Arcturus Mesarthim - The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon

Kadou of House Mahisti/Evemer Hoşkadem- A Taste of Gold and Iron by Alexandra Rowland

Mark Blackthorn/Cristina Mendoza-Rosales/Kieran - The Dark Artifices by Cassandra Clare

Rae Taylor/Claire Francois - I'm in Love with the Villainess by Inori

Paul Fleischer/Julian Fromme - These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever

Patroclus/Achilles - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Zach Glasser/Eugenio Morales - Unwritten Rules by KD Casey

Charlie Braxton/Reid Giordano - Fire Season by KD Casey

Christine Braxton/Stephanie - Fire Season by KD Casey

Jake Fischer/Alex Angelides - Diamond Ring by KD Casey

Relius/Teleus - The Queen's Thief series by Megan Whalen Turner

Arek/Matt - So This Is Ever After by F.T. Lukens

Eric (“Bitty”) Bittle/Jack Zimmermann - Check, Please! By Ngozi Ukazu

Thom Morgan/Clay Parker - Love, Hate, & Clickbait by Liz Bowery

Harry Fields/Harry Lee - When Harry Met Harry by Sydney Smyth

Jamshid e-Pramukh/Muntadhir al Qahtani - The Daevabad Trilogy by S. A. Chakraborty

Ben De Backer/Nathan Allan - I Wish You All the Best by Mason Deaver

hello hello it's that time again feel free to start submitting your favorite canon queer book ships!

have fun everyone!

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