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texas sun - series masterlist (joel miller x f!reader)
series summary: Twenty years later, Joel still doesn’t know how to describe what you were to him. You’d never made any promises to each other, but you loved his daughter like she was your own. Had he known what was going to happen, he wouldn't have let you go.
description: plot inspired partially by this request. pre-outbreak! joel miller x f!reader, slow burn(ish), eventual smut. will end up covering game/tv show events. reader does not have a name, and there's no use of y/n, but she does have a fully fleshed-out backstory, friends/family with names.
warnings (will update as needed): fluff, angst, romance. multiple pov's. time jumps. smut (18+ only, minors DNI), alcohol use, marijuana use, descriptions of absent & abusive parents, eventual canon-typical violence & content. More specific warnings on each chapter.
a/n: super excited about this one, i've had so many ideas for it and it has been a pleasure to write! will try to update roughly every week or so, but i have a full-time job, so it just depends on what i can reasonably accomplish. i don't rush things out before they are ready, so please be patient. :)
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chapters 14/14 - complete "*" = contains smut
volume i volume ii volume iii volume iv volume v* volume vi* volume vii* volume viii* volume ix volume x volume xi volume xii volume xiii volume xiv*
#joel miller x reader#joel miller#joel miller imagine#joel miller x you#pre-outbreak! joel miller x reader#ellie williams#tommy miller#sarah miller#joel miller fluff#joel miller smut#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller fanfic#pedro pascal#the last of us#the last of us hbo#tlou#tlou hbo#tlou writing#joel miller series#troy baker#maria miller
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❝ it's okay, baby girl. ❞
#tlouedit#thelastofusedit#thelastofushboedit#elliewilliamsedit#joelmilleredit#*#*mar2023#mar2023#f: the last of us#c: joel miller#c: ellie williams#s: ellie & joel#my dad still calls me baby girl#esp after listening to that troy baker interview#2023
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Jane Bruce's Instagram Story (August 27, 2024)
#derek klena#broadway#jane bruce#elizabeth stanley#sean allan krill#celia rose gooding#antonio cipriano#kathryn gallagher#lauren patten#logan hart#john f cardoza#annelise baker#max kumangai#ebony williams#kei pence#kelsey orem#jagged little pill#jagged little pill cast#social media#photos#instagram
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Review: Sensory: Life on the Spectrum
Review: Sensory: Life on the Spectrum
Editor: Schnumn and Bex OllertonAuthors/Artists: Emma O’Friel, Arian Sebastian Farzad, Laila Ahamad, Suzanne Wdowik, Chloe F. McKay, Allie, Alice Williams, Matt Crane, Buddy O. Baker, Dean McColl, Noel Fox, Bex Ollerton, Jo Svensson, Rhia May-Byrd, Angelina Eddins, Charlie Watts, Almond, Dominique Morris, Micaela Wainstein, Mell Stansel, Jinx Peregine, Alicia Wdderburn-Graham, Ash Ortiz, Reloaxa,…
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#Alexandra McCarthy#Alice Williams#Alicia Wdderburn-Graham#Allie#Almond#Andrews McMeel Publishing#Angelina Eddins#Arian Sebastian Farzad#Ash Ortiz#Bex Ollerton#Buddy O. Baker#C.A. Crisostomo#Charlie Watts#Chloe F. McKay#CJ Barrett#Comic#Comic Review#Comics#Cover#CY Popps#Dean McColl#Dominique Morris#Graphic Novel#Jinx Peregine#Jo Blakely#Jo Svensson#Katie Cunningham#Kayla Gilliam#Kyle Lewis#Laila Ahamad
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Anniversary Tournament
Last year for Doctor Who's anniversary I ran a tournament between Doctor Who stories, and I wanted to so something different again this year. A tournament between real people important to the history of Doctor Who, actors, writers, producers, directors, composers, production designers. Technically it'll be a tournament for the most infuential person to Doctor Who and its development over the years, but really I want it to be a celebration of all of these people, and not just the winner.
To that end, the nomination form, you can also submit nominations normally, ie sending me an ask or replying to this post, however I won't be accepting propaganda through those methods.
I'm thinking I'll close nominations on the 18th of November, that might change but probably not by much
Current Nominations:
if green then at least one person has submitted propaganda for them
Actors
Arthur Darvil
Billie Piper
Carole Ann Ford
Christopher Eccleston
Colin Baker
David Graham and Peter Hawkins
David Tennant
Frazer Hines
Freema Agyeman
India Fisher
Jacqueline Hill
Jodie Whittaker
John Simm
Jon Pertwee
Lisa Bowerman
Liz Sladen
Matt Smith
Ncuti Gatwa
Nicholas Courtney
Pat Gorman
Patrick Troughton
Paul McGann
Peter Capaldi
Peter Davison
Rodger Delgado
Sean Carlsen
Sophie Aldred
Stuart Fell
Sylvester McCoy
Tom Baker
William Hartnell
William Russell
Composer
Delia Derbyshire
Dudley Simpson
Murray Gold
Paddy Kingsland
Peter Howell
Rob Harvey
Ron Grainer
Segun Akinola
The BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Designers
June Hudson
Peter Brachacki
Raymond Cusic
Directors
Christopher Barry
Graeme Harper
Paddy Russell
Rachel Talalay
Richard Martin
Waris Hussein
Fandom
Marnal Gate
TARDIS wiki creator
The Audience
Craig Ferguson
Producers
Barry Letts
Graham Williams
John Nathan Turner
Philip Hinchcliffe
Verity Lambert
Julie Gardner
Writers (including script editors and showrunners)
Alan Moore
Anthony Coburn
Chris Chibnall
David Whittaker
Donald Wilson
Douglas Adams
Eric Saward
Gerry Davis
Grant Morrison
John Lucarotti
Johnathan Blum
Justine Richards
Kate Orman
Kit Pedler
Lance Parkin
Lawrence Miles
Marc Platt
Paul Cornell
Robert Holmes
Robert Shearman
Rona Munro
Russell T Davies
Steven Moffatt
Terrance Dicks
Terry Nation
Other/impossible to categorise
all the thousands of people who've worked behind the scenes
Michael Grade (BBC higherup who hated doctor who so so much)
Peter Cregeen (actually cancelled Doctor Who)
Sydney Newman
Nicholas Briggs
Gary Russell
John F Kennedy
Sue from Catering
The real historical figures who've appeared in the show
Shakespeare
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Do you need some Vitamin D? (Incubus! William x Oblivious! F! Reader) [Part 9]
~I'm sorry reader - but know that tomorrow is another day~
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* Want more or something different? *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
@ruh--roh-raggy @xp-doggy @redbunny03 @marigold-petalz @seviliet @astinkerofarat @iamnotwiddle @imtiredshow
CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Fluff, age gap (Reader 20's - William Afton 40's(?)), teratophilia, meet-cute, punny pick-up lines, scenes of working out, minor porn-logic, ditzy! reader, could be classed as bimbo! reader?, size-difference, flirting, monster-lover, sexual innuendos, Monster! AU. Angst
William Afton had successfully kept you away from your apartment for another week, and as he placed the last of the boxes from his car down into the empty space, he wondered how he was supposed to let you go and live your life without waking up in the same house every day.
He thought of every day he made you laugh, how sweet it had sounded, how he had for the first time in many years relished the sound and felt like he was able to relax around somebody that wasn't 'in' on his secret. How good it had felt to thump and twitch and do his silly little bounce that he couldn't quite control when he was excited. He'd cared for you, he'd tried every pick-up line over the past week, trying to play, perhaps a little selfishly, on that hormonal change to potentially forge a connection between the two of you that didn't feel like he was left staring at where you were and wondering if he was getting too old for that shit.
'Are your parents bakers? Because you're a cutie-pie.'
'Are you made of copper and terillium, because you're CuTe!'
'You must have been speeding, because you've got fine written all over you.'
'Do you have a map? Because I'm lost in your eyes.'
'You know, you're so small against me even when I'm human. It's okay, I can give you some extra inches.'
But you hadn't batted an eyelid, even at his latest, more lewd attempt. You were infuriating, but William had felt himself growing more and more dejected with each rejection.
Just as you had grown more dejected each time William had rejected you.
You hadn't quite given up yet, Valentines Day was approaching and you had thought about coming out with it and asking him, but you thought that was too direct and didn't follow your plan that you had laid out with Claire. William had received a picture of you cuddling the Spring-Bonnie plush in the room just down from his, you'd even captioned it 'Not as good as the real rabbit'. The text you'd received back was enough to make you sigh loudly enough that William followed up with 'Are you okay?'.
'Yeah, rabbits are pretty cuddly and soft.'
You had been texting Claire when you had the chance, wanting to know that you weren't going crazy when you touched William's arm and smiled up at him, texted him flirtatiously, even tried to make him breakfast one day, much to his delight and then horror as you burnt one of his pans. She was running out of ideas too, and you couldn't help but feel like you were coming to your last resort.
You were going to have to ask William Afton out directly.
But as you turned and looked into his softly smiling face, any bravado you had faded away and left your mouth dry. At least you might get some perspective from your slightly odd landlord, Dave, when he appeared to welcome you into your apartment.
"Well hello sugar, you didn't tell me you were having guests over so soon."
That raspy voice that set you on edge made you look past William and give a polite smile, seeing the lanky, gaunt man leaning against your doorframe. His dark circles looked more bruise like in the low light, and he was wearing an oversized, threadbare sweater than seemed slightly out of place compared to the black slacks he seemed to always wear. Aside from being half-naked the last time you saw him.
"Hi Dave, why don't you come o-"
"Bunny, I wouldn't do that." William growled, making you blink as you had never heard your boss acting like that. The low rumble in the back of his chest made the hair on the back of your neck stand up slightly as Dave simply cocked up head and raised an eyebrow.
"William, what's going on?" You asked, not receiving an answer as the tall, broad man fixed his eyes firmly on the man in front of you both. Blinking as you realised William's eyes were purple and had become slit-pupiled, making you tug at his rolled up shirt sleeve slightly. "Will, your...eyes..."
"My my, you didn't disclose that she knew William. I thought that you said she didn't." Something about the coolness in Dave's voice made your stomach turn uneasily, the two men staring at each other like animals sizing each other up for a fight. But you kept your hand on William's arm and slowly stroked over it to soothe him, practically feeling the reverb coming from his continuous growl that slowly ebbed.
"That was then."
"And this is now. You know, me not coming in is just a courtesy right? You should really introduce her to checking contracts for any...hidden...clauses."
"You wrote yourself entry?"
"Relax, nothing has been signed, has it, sugar?" Dave's darting gaze fixed on you, tilting his head to one side as he gave you that same crooked smile that he had when you first met.
"You're a monster too?" You asked him, watching him shrug and smile lazily as he reached up and tousled his greasy hair before gesturing to himself with one bony hand.
"You're looking at a top class predator, apex if you will. I, sugar, am a vampire." You blinked, the pieces slotting together in your head from years of having to cover literature and then finding out that monsters really did exist. Both of your bosses were different ones, and now your landlord too? And they knew each other? You vaguely recalled that William had said that monsters liked to band together in communities, so you guessed that you were going to be seeing a few more around since there was a monster friendly building in Hurricane.
"Ah, cool."
Dave blinked, his smirk disappearing as he gestured to himself again. His brow slightly furrowed.
"Cool? Did...Did you not hear me? I said, 'I'm a vampire'."
"No, I heard you the first time." Shrugging your shoulders before looking up at William, who was pursing his lips and running his hand over his beard like he was trying desperately not to laugh at the scene before him.
"Are you not...afraid...compelled by my charm and good wit?"
"I mean...I can pretend to be shocked if you want?" You offered innocently, and William couldn't take it any more as he burst into laughter, startling more than Dave's revelation. Smiling broadly up at the incubus as he clutched onto his stomach and leaned against the wall whilst he wheezed, the deep rumbling laugh making your heart throb and ache that you were running out of chances to hear that whenever you wanted.
"Are you even going to be phased if I come around, drinking blood?" He asked, scowling at William, his eyes darting around once more in behaviour that made a lot more sense now that you had context. Shaking your head and shrugging your shoulders again, much to Dave's disappointment. "Fine, alright, I give up. Sugar, you should have all your keys now, apart from the emergency one I have. Give me a call if you need any utilities hooking up, you'll have to invite me in, but you can rescind the invite any time."
You looked at William, who was just recovering from his laughter as he wiped away tears from his eyes, giving you a broad smile and ruffling your hair in that affectionate way that he always seemed to. You remembered what he said about incubi liking touch, which was why so much of your flirting had involved touching his arms and his back. Smiling down at you as he leaned down and bumped his head into yours softly, feeling his stubble scratch against your forehead slightly as he stroked your arms too.
"And here I was, worried that you wouldn't know how to deal with that asshole." You raised an eyebrow at his statement, moving your head slightly so that you could get a better look at Afton's greying hair and now silvery eyes.
"You knew Dave was a vampire?"
"I knew he was picking up property in the area, I just didn't know he would be your landlord." It was only a minor lie on his part, William knew that Dave was there all along, he would never mention the mild stalking Dave had previously done outside of William's house because of his curiosity about you. But, knowing that you now knew, and that you seemed to be aware of how to handle him, William felt less guilty about leaving you in the vampire's watch.
At least, he hoped you would be able to find somebody as happy as you made him.
"So what did he say to that text?"
"He said 'You're sweet, but I don't need any sugar for my coffee.'" You sighed and placed your head back against the exterior wall, eyes closed as you tried to soak in the cool air. Claire and yourself were on lunch break again, and you were discussing your latest attempts at flirting with your boss, trying to get him to notice you. Or at least, notice you how you noticed him.
Claire stared out across the back of the lot as she thought, wondering what on Earth she was going to do with you, and honestly, what she was going to do to Afton if she got a hold of him. She was too short to shake him by the shoulders, but she was semi-convinced she might convince Henry Emily to join in on it all if she talked to him. But then again, Henry Emily and William Afton had been friends for more years than Freddy's had been around, and Claire wasn't convinced that he would do anything other than scold the pair of you.
"You know...you should try one more time." She eventually said, looking at you from the corner of her eye and making you glance over at her. Hearing the sound of car doors opening and closing towards the front of the lot as you could both vaguely hear the sound of the music playing from the speakers and animatronics through the doors as they opened and closed with each patron coming and going.
"And say what, exactly?"
"Ask him how he'd like to be asked out."
You sat up, looking at your friend with sceptically raised eyebrow.
"You're not serious?"
"Deadly. Look, who else would know better how William Afton wants to be asked out, than William Afton himself?" She proposed, turning to you and making you think over it as she crossed her arms across her chest. She wasn't wrong, you realised with a slight sigh. He would know how he wanted to be flirted with and asked out best of all.
"I hate that you're right."
"Of course I'm right! Look, it's fool-proof and if he doesn't take you up on it, he's stupid as hell. I know a bunch of ladies who'd love to date you if you're into that kinda thing." Wriggling her eyebrows and you smacked her arm playfully, grinning at her as she mocked a pout and rubbed her arm where you had caught her. "Seriously! He's a fool."
"He's still our boss." You pointed out, chewing your lip as Claire shrugged her shoulders.
"So you have to get a job at Sparky's. Or you pretend like nothing ever happened and I'll get you a little bell to ring and Pavlov your ass out of this crush."
"Can you even do that?"
"Oh yeah, legally it's a bit grey, but technically you can do anything like that." You realised that you associated cherry candies with William already, how he always had a handful of them in his pocket ready to go and always seemed to be sucking or crunching on one as he walked around Freddy's when he wasn't in the parts and services room out the back.
"Fine, I'll ask him. But I'm not going to get my hopes up." Sighing as Claire wrapped you up in a hug and squeezed tightly, making you squeeze back before she clapped you on the shoulders and grinned at you broadly.
"Faz-fucking-tastic! Let's go!"
It was going to be a long day, you could already tell.
You paced around your new bedroom floor. feeling your heart pounding in your chest as you glanced at your phone, sat innocently on the bed-spread next to your Spring-Bonnie plushie that William had given you. Chewing over your lip and trying not to bite at your nails as you wondered if you were really going to go through with it.
Asking your boss out, that was.
It was just a text, he trusted you to see him as a giant rabbit man, hell, he'd brought you period products and spooned you with cartoons on to make you feel better about the whole thing. He'd been the one who offered for you to stay at his home despite the fact it could have been dangerous for him because you needed it.
You could send a damn text.
'Hey William, are you still up?'
Your fingers shook slightly as you sent the text, glancing at the clock on your bedside table and realising it was nearly eleven o'clock at night. Would he even be up at that time? The notification sound of your phone going off making you snatch up the device again quickly.
'Half-asleep, but I sure am bunny. What's up?'
'How do you ask a guy out you like?'
William stared at his phone, bleary eyed and suddenly his attention was fully on the small mobile phone in his hand. His knuckles turning white as he gripped the sides of it. For some reason, he found it hard to swallow as something ugly flashed through him for the first time in a while.
Jealousy.
Taking a deep breath, he focused on not breaking his screen as his clawed fingers tapped away on the keyboard. Thumping his foot against his mattress unhappily as his brow furrowed, lips pursed into a fine line.
'Well, guys like it when you're blunt with them. You should just ask them.'
You took your own deep breath, steeling yourself and typing out the words that made your heart race inside your chest wildly.
'Would you like to go out with me?'
The little bubble popped up that he was typing, the quickness of it making your stomach turn slightly in nerves and anxiety as you tried to imagine how he might try to gently let you down, or the hopeful answer of 'yes', you had so many images in your head of how you would handle the answer gracefully.
'Yeah, just send that to whichever guy it is you want to ask out.'
It wasn't until your screen began to blur in small dots that you realised you were crying. Whatever you had expected, you didn't realise how much it would hurt this much to be turned down by your crush.
Locking your phone, you crawled into bed, staring blankly at the wall and feeling the tears coming thicker and faster as you realised that you needed to talk to somebody. Picking your phone back up as you cuddled Spring-Bonnie closer with one hand, shakily texting Claire to let her know how it all went.
How you thought you'd ruined your only chance with the incubunny.
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The Webs We Weave (Jude/f!OC)
A cautious witch stays alive. Five words the Calloway sisters have lived by for as long as they can remember. They live like humans even though they’re not; a letter carrier, a dress maker, and a baker. They practice their craft in secret and never so much to draw the eyes of others. The hardest part of Bea’s day has always been playing peacemaker between her overprotective older sister and free-spirited younger. But everything changes when one of her sisters suddenly disappears. To make matters worse, the new investor in the dress maker’s shop is more than human himself and has taken too sudden an interest in her. Caught between the urge to find her sister and the desire to stay safe, Bea must decide how fully she wants to step into the shadows and join the world she was hiding from. A cautious witch stays alive, but a clever witch lives.
Pairing: Jude/f!OC
Word Count: 2354
CW: Swearing
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Note: Since we don't know what's going to happen on Jude's route, I thought I'd play with him and my oc in a different way. This story is technically set during William's route which is happening in the background and there are a couple relationships brewing in the background as well. I have ideas but we'll see if I can pull it off. I mostly just wanted to write a 'canon' setting for Jude and Bea. Borders from the lovely @/natimiles
“Cate didn’t come home.”
Bea looked up from the newspaper. Maggie was hovering at the edge of the table, twisting her fingers together. Worry was radiating from her, filling the room. She frowned as the words properly registered. “At all?”
Maggie flopped into a chair, shaking her head. “Her room is exactly the same as yesterday.”
That didn’t necessarily mean anything. Cate was particular about her things, liking everything to be in a certain place. But Maggie wouldn’t say that based on that alone. Setting the newspaper aside, Bea said, “What else?”
A pained look crossed her face and she glanced away. “I came home late last night and I replaced your lock. It’s still mine on the door.”
Something whispered down her spine, leaving a chill in its wake. There was no way Cate would forget to replace the lock when it was her rule in the first place.
“Bea, something happened. There’s no way Cate wouldn’t come home. Not without telling us first.”
No, she would have come home. She always came home. Since their mother had passed, Cate had taken her role as eldest sibling seriously. Too seriously if Bea was being honest, but they’d all processed Eleanor’s death differently.
“We need to look for her.”
Damn it. “No.”
Maggie stared at her. “What do you mean no? Bea! We have to-”
“Not yet,” she interrupted before her younger sister could start to spiral. “We can’t look without a plan. If we do, we might put her or ourselves in danger.”
“She could already be in danger!”
“We would know, Maggie.” Except if Cate were actually in trouble the last thing she would do was expose that trouble to her sisters. And judging by her expression, Maggie thought the same. “Tonight.”
“What?”
“We’ll look for her tonight. We need to prepare so that we don’t make anything worse.” Or expose themselves if Cate was fine.
Maggie pressed her lips together, clearly displeased, and reached for her hand.
Bea let her wind their fingers together, ignoring the tiny jolt her touch caused. She kept her mind clear, holding fast to the idea that Cate was fine. Maggie was a loose cannon on the best of days but adding a missing sister to the mix? She hadn’t dealt well with their mother dying, her emotions turning into a deep-rooted fear of the rest of her family abandoning her. Cate not coming home would have amplified that fear.
She normally played mediator between the two of them so she understood both of her sisters’ emotions. But it was hard to keep a lid on her own concern to make sure Maggie didn’t act on her own.
Her sister slumped after a few minutes, sighing. “You promise we’ll look?” she said in a small voice.
Squeezing her hand, Bea murmured, “I promise. I’ll get everything ready.”
Dark eyes searched her own before she sighed again. “Alright. I need to help open the bakery. Did you have breakfast?”
There was no hiding her flinch this time and Maggie’s eyes narrowed.
“You aren’t skipping meals again, are you?”
“No. I’ll eat.”
“You will,” Maggie said firmly. “Come to the bakery before you leave. I’ll give you something to eat on the way.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll make something.”
“I don’t trust you. You never eat properly if we leave you alone and you have that meeting with the investor today.”
“Mr. Hale has a meeting, not me.”
“You’re the only reason they’re still open to get an investor,” Maggie huffed. “They’ll want to talk to you if they want to know anything about the shop.”
She really hoped they didn’t want to. “Get going before you’re late.”
“Don’t forget to stop by before you leave!”
Bea forced herself to smile as Maggie left before sagging in her chair. This wasn’t how she thought today was going to go. First, one sister missing and the other on her ass. She’d merely wanted to get through the day without incident. It was bad enough that with the investor wanting to visit, Richard and Sissy would likely be at the shop. They’d be in the way and make things harder on the ones that actually worked there.
Twisting in her seat, she looked into the next room. What could have happened to Cate? It wasn’t like her at all to not come home. If she’d been running late, she would have sent word. Forget sending word; she couldn’t remember her sister ever spending the night out. Despite the fact that she and Maggie were grown adults, she was fairly certain Cate still checked to make sure they were in their rooms at the end of the night.
Bea pushed out of her chair and walked into the sitting room. She approached a small side table in the far corner of the room. A flower arrangement took up most of the surface and in the center of it was a trio of candles, each a different colour.
Taking a steadying breath, she passed her hand above the candles and watched flames flicker to life on all three. Each flame burnt the same colour as the candle. The yellow and black ones were steady, burning smoothly. But the orange one’s flame was diminished and flickering wildly in distress.
“Why didn’t you call, Cate?” Bea muttered. She gripped the coin hanging around her neck and tried to focus. If Cate had been caught, any word or sign she sent would be traced and bring more harm than good. But there was strength in numbers and, even being cautious, there was little the three of them couldn’t overcome together.
Closing her eyes, she let go of the coin and said, “Come to me.”
A moment later she felt something curling around her legs and purring filled the room.
She needed to make a choice now because she knew only one of them would leave her side. She couldn’t command both to. So did she send one to find the stable sister who had disappeared or to keep an eye on the chaotic sister who might not wait for tonight?
“Jynx,” she said softly, “find Catherine Calloway.”
A pleased meow before more purring.
Looking down, she saw a single black cat at her feet, yellow eyes staring back at her. She leaned over to scoop him up and dropped a kiss between his ears. ���Stay with me today, Grimm,” she whispered. “I’m going to need all the support I can get.”
A soft paw touched her cheek, the purring growing louder.
She took a deep breath and strode toward her bedroom. The sooner this day was over and they had answers, the better.
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Blowing smoke out the carriage window, Jude reviewed the contract in his hand. He knew every line, every word. He’d drafted it himself but he wasn’t above another check. He doubted the one who had signed it had done so as thoroughly as he should have. Wasn’t his problem though. Worked more in his favour that way.
“You look happy.”
“The fuck I do,” he growled, putting the contract away. “Shouldn’t have to check on a business ‘cause the shit who owns it doesn’t know shit about it.”
Ellis hummed softly. “He did say it was his father’s shop.”
“Family business and he’s family. He should know how to run the shop.” The fact that he didn’t was another point in Jude’s favour. It was highly likely that they were going to default on the contract in one way or another.
Before drafting the contract, he’d gathered enough information on this family to know it was going to pan out for hin in the end. The dressmaker’s shop had been in the family for generations but neither the current nor former generations had picked up the trade. Despite that, they were still popular enough and seemed successful on the outside. But the family itself was a mess. A father who doted shamelessly on his daughter and a mother who preferred drink to her own family. A shameless son with a gambling addiction and a spoiled daughter who spent her every moment trying to climb the social ladder.
A single look at their personal habits had told him all he needed to know about why he’d been approached for help.
Yet their shop remained afloat. That was the reason on paper for this visit. Even with everything he’d learned about the family, it had been nearly impossible to find any information on those that worked there. Any he’d sent had merely come away confused which wasn’t right. So now he was going to see what the hell was going on.
His upper lip curled back. Victor had caught wind of the situation and made it something official to be investigated. It pissed him off that, on top of taking in that unlucky woman last night, the idiot was poking his nose where it didn’t belong. He had no interest in collecting more cursed; he just wanted to know what the fuck was going on in this shop and if it was going to interfere with his contract.
It was far more likely the people he’d tasked this with were idiots and got drunk instead.
An irritated noise left him. He had better things to do than check up on spoiled brats that were an easy mark. But here he fucking was.
The carriage rolled to a stop and Ellis hopped out. Jude followed, finishing his cigarette. He stared up at the sign proudly proclaiming the business and exhaled a waft of smoke. “Let’s get this over with,” he muttered, striding toward the door.
A little bell overly enthusiastically announced their arrival and every eye turned to them. Jude paid it no mind, heading to the counter and the official looking person standing behind it.
For his credit, the man didn’t run but Jude didn’t miss the balk. “Welcome, sir. How can I assist you?”
“Richard’s expectin’ me.”
Pale eyes widened. “Ah, Mr. Jazza? Of course. Wait here and I will fetch him.”
Watching as the man scurried away, Jude could feel the eyes still on him. It wasn’t surprising. This was a woman’s shop and he stood out like a sore thumb.
Whispers raced around the shop as he waited and, while he didn’t outright pay attention, he heard every word they said. Drumming his fingers on the counter top, he counted the minutes he was kept waiting. They’d known he was coming at this time; what the fuck was the hold up?
“Mr. Jazza!”
That was not Richard. He watched with disinterest as the young woman flounced over to him. The daughter. What was she doing here? Everything he’d learned had said she rarely came to the shop. Meaning she was here because of him. “I was expectin’ your brother.”
She stopped abruptly, a mix of emotions racing across her face. But he saw them and wasn’t about to forget them. Clearly he wasn’t what she’d been expecting. She quickly settled on the smile again but the edges were fake. “Richard’s coming. He wanted me to entertain you first while he finished his business.”
There wasn’t anything entertaining about her. She looked like an overdone doll and didn’t sound much better. “My time’s valuable and I’ve only got so much to spend here. If your brother doesn’t value our contract, I can take my business elsewhere.”
Something in her eyes shifted, a calculating look filling them for a moment. That he recognised. She was trying to figure out what she could get out of him. “I can show you whatever you want to see,” she said, reaching for his arm.
He smoothly dodged her attempt. “Haven’t even told me your name.”
She didn’t look pleased with him at all but her smile stayed put. “Oh, how rude of me. You can call me Sissy.”
He really wasn’t going to do that. “I want to see the shop, see what I invested in.”
Panic for a moment now, quickly stifled. “Oh, of course. Come this way.”
She didn’t look confident at all which just further proved she didn’t know anything about the business. Had Richard thought he’d be distracted by his sister enough to forget why he was there?
Anger coiled in his gut at that thought. If Richard thought that would work on him, he was in for a rude surprise. The contract between them was the only thing keeping his ass safe if he kept trying that shit. The moment he broke it….
Ellis fell into step behind him as they moved toward the back and Jude took a slow breath. He’d dealt with idiots all his life. This wasn’t going to be any different. All he needed was some answers and then he could be done with this place.
But he frowned immediately as they stepped into the workroom to find it empty. “Where are they?” he asked.
“Oh, we sent them on break,” Sissily said breezily, waving a hand. “They don’t know anything anyways.”
Jude took another breath. “How long does it take to finish a custom order?” he asked.
She blinked at him. “Pardon?”
“How much does it cost in materials to finish an order?”
She took a small step back from him, pressing a hand to her chest. “Oh, well, I don’t-”
“How many repeat clients ya have that put in regular orders?”
He wasn’t surprised when he saw tears flood her limpid eyes at the questions. “Mr. Jazza, I-”
“Get the head seamstress or your brother. I wanna see if this was actually worth my time.”
She quickly fled the room, a further sign that she had no idea how to run this business. Yes, he was an investor but to leave him unsupervised among their goods?
Jude made a sharp noise and strode toward a window. He shoved it open, wanting fresh air. They hadn’t even been here ten minutes and he already wanted out. These people were going to set his teeth on edge every time he dealt with them. But he would deal with it until they ultimately created their own doom.
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A Galling Yoke, Part 1
Next ->
for the Cutting Communication or Can’t Talk Right Now square on my July Break Bingo card
See this post for main info, including a masterlist and synopsis. See this post for warnings.
Word Count: 1.9k
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x f!Reader
Rating: Teen (and really only that ’cause angst tbh)
“Ma’am?”
You looked up from your needlework and smiled at Mrs Rogers, who was currently dusting your sitting-room windowsill. Such work was naturally a maid’s, but your housekeeper enjoyed your company and you hers.
“Yes, Mrs Rogers?”
“I believe I hear knocking below-stairs.”
You let a bit of impertinence tinge your smile. “’Tis perfectly respectable calling hours.”
She gave you an exasperated look but, with that Rogers forbearance you so admired, refrained from rolling her eyes. “I see your family crest on the street, ma’am. Two gentlemen have alighted from the cabriolet.”
Perking up, you set aside your needlework. “William?”
Mrs Rogers leaned back to take a furtive glance out the window. “I could not say, ma’am. Neither of the gentlemen cuts the familiar figure his lordship does, but I could be mistaken. It has been an age since Lord Pashbroke visited us.”
You nodded with a frown.
As much as your brother’s fortnightly visits had irked you, you were still his older sister, so you still fretted when he had failed to show his ugly mug all autumn. You knew the end of this year’s Season had been rough on him—he had gone back to the family estate, back to your father, yet again without a bride—but you didn’t imagine that would keep him away. If anything, he ought to have been visiting all the more frequently to escape your father’s disappointed glowers and unhelpful lectures.
Just the thought of having to put up with those made your lip curl with displeasure, even though it had been over a decade since you’d been under your father’s authority.
Your butler swept into the room, sparing Mrs Rogers a soft smile before turning to you and reading the calling-cards in his hand: “Lord Coltidge and Mr Holmes.”
A slight gasp slipped past your lips, and as Mr Rogers stepped aside to let the two gentlemen enter the sitting-room, only the decades-old and deeply ingrained strictures of decorum moved you to your feet. Your guests returned your curtsy with bows, the former’s being shallow and almost begrudging, the latter’s being low and almost humble.
Your butler cleared his throat. “My lady, may I introduce you to Mr Holmes?”
You were too dizzy to know if you had actually nodded, but you must have, for Mr Rogers went on—
“Mr Holmes of Baker Street, younger son of the late Mr Holmes of Ferndell Hall. Mr Holmes, this is the daughter of Lord Coltidge, Lady—”
Before even a syllable of your name could get past the man’s lips, Sherlock—Mr Holmes, you admonished yourself—had the nerve to smile and say, “Little petal.”
Your every muscle tensed, your butler’s jaw slackened, and your father’s head whipped around to stare at his… Yes, what was Sherlock to him? Friend? Guest?
In the interest of finding out, you forced out a light chuckle. “Worry not, Father,” you said. “If you recall, Ferndell Hall is neighbours with our family’s estate in Shropshire. As such, the Holmes brothers and I are…acquainted.”
The word tasted bitter on your tongue, and you averted your eyes when you glimpsed the hurt in Sherlock’s own.
“Yes, acquainted…,” he said, all his audacity from moments ago deflating. “I—that is, Mycroft and I—took to calling her ladyship little nicknames. Childish things.”
Turning his nose upwards, your father sniffed. “Childish indeed. You would do well to remember I have brought you here for business, not pleasure.”
Sherlock seemed unaffected by Lord Coltidge’s reprimand, his focus weighing down on you instead. To regain your equanimity, you turned to your servants and nodded in dismissal; Mrs Rogers offered you an encouraging smile before ushering out her husband, who was harrumphing quite dramatically at being asked to make an introduction that had, apparently, been unnecessary.
Gesturing for your callers to sit, you returned to your own chair.
“What business, Father?” you asked, pointedly looking at Lord Coltidge and not the other man in the room. “Could William not have made this trip rather than trouble you with the journey here? I imagine Mr Holmes has quite the schedule, being expected all over London for his cases.”
Sherlock’s gaze sharpened. “You pay attention to my work, ah—” He faltered, and you realised his uncharacteristic stumble was because he had almost called you your Christian name. “My lady?” he amended quickly; your heart twisted, both wanting to leap in gratitude and crumble in disappointment that he and his brilliant mind had so swiftly figured out your desire to act with more formality than the two of you were accustomed to.
Had been accustomed to.
Mr Holmes must be reminded of that, you resolved.
“I hardly have to pay,” you quipped, “when your exploits—and, now, your sister’s exploits—are the talk of the ton every few weeks.”
The look on Sherlock’s face was unfamiliar to you, but before you could puzzle out what it meant, your father’s stern eyes berated you for your impertinence. Demurely—and resentfully—you folded your hands in your lap and looked down at them.
Lord Coltidge hummed nasally. “I see you have felt William’s absence; I concede he has not been himself. ’Tis my concern, however, not yours. No, your concern is this: I have received troubling intelligence that our dear Edmund’s death may not have been the accident we believed it was.”
Ice water soused your already fried nerves. Edmund. Our dear Edmund. Shall I never find peace from him?
“Naturally, I have engaged Mr Holmes’s services to look into the matter. You shall help him in whatever way he requires, madam.”
You clasped your clammy hands together to keep them from shaking. “Of… Of course, Father.” Blast your trembling voice!
“It has been so many years since his passing”—over a decade, your mind specified; over a decade of a widow’s freedom—“but Mr Holmes assures me that this shall be no obstacle. You shall be grateful to him, for he is being generous in taking on this case so unlike his others. I should have realised such generosity was because of a prior connection.”
Your father’s voice turned disdainful; you did not dare look up to gauge whether he was disdaining you or Sherlock.
“Indeed,” he continued, his tone suddenly and surprisingly darkening, “I do not expect this to be a terribly puzzling case.”
“I am—happy, to take it on, nevertheless,” said Sherlock rather hurriedly. Even without looking, you knew his gaze was darting between you and Lord Coltidge. “May we— May I begin, my lord?”
As your father stood and made his way to the door, you finally permitted yourself to raise your eyes. Instantly, they met Sherlock’s; to your surprise, he looked away first.
“Good day, daughter,” your father said, his back already towards you as he exited the sitting-room. You allowed your lip to curl in displeasure once again; had you not seen for yourself just how proper Lord Coltidge could be when he had an audience worth pleasing, you would have thought the man genuinely incompetent at basic courtesy. But no, you knew his rude leave-taking was entirely designed for you.
Yet you had bigger concerns than your father’s scorn. Namely, being left alone with one Sherlock Holmes.
Standing up with all the ladylike poise you did not feel, you regarded your old friend. You had not seen Sherlock in a decade and a half—not even heard from him, which was an abrupt adjustment after years of sharing everything—not since the train platform where promises destined to shatter like tungsten were forged, but he had not changed overmuch. Though his manner of holding himself had matured and his form now filled his stature more neatly, his soft hair still curled disobediently across his forehead and his dark eyes still drank in everything in his view with neither dispensation nor discrimination. His character could not have changed all that much, either, if you could still recognise your childhood companion in his diction, in his appraisal, in his society.
You clung to the hope that you had changed enough for the both of you.
“What do you require, sir?” you asked.
“It has been a while, petal,” he said at the same time.
You winced with the belated understanding that he had been inspecting you as tentatively as you had been him. He winced with the, you presumed, embarrassment of learning you did not intend to reinstate your old familiarity even in your father’s absence.
“I apologise,” he said, his brow furrowed. “It…truly has been a while, your ladyship.”
Yes. For better and for worse, it had.
“I should like to see your husband’s effects to begin,” he went on, regaining his footing with every word. “Have you kept any with you?”
With a nod, you led Sherlock out of the sitting-room. “The master’s chambers and Edmund’s study are largely untouched. A solicitor went through them to carry out his will and a maid ensures they remain clean, of course, but his personal belongings are quite undisturbed.”
“Good. Very good. That maximises the insights I shall gain from perusing them, although—”
You glanced at Sherlock, his hesitation rather unlike him. “Although?”
Blinking slowly at you, he did not speak for a few moments. “You must have been truly fond of him.”
In spite of yourself—or, truthfully, in spite of your quality lady’s education—you scoffed. “What an idea, Mr Holmes. Even my father, who thinks himself wise enough to give me exactly what shall make me happy, no matter whether I asked for it, does not entertain the notion that I was fond of Mr Sulyard.”
Scowling now, Sherlock argued, “I have often noted that when a parent loses a beloved child tragically, they maintain the child’s nursery bed and chest of toys exactly as they had it.”
“I am not a parent, and I did not lose a beloved child,” you countered. “Simply, I did not want to give Edmund any more space in my mind than necessary. Have I need for his bed or his chest of toys? No. Therefore, have I need to spend time and effort on clearing them? No.”
Sherlock opened his mouth, but you cut him off with a grand sweep of your arm.
“And here we arrive at his study,” you announced. “Ring for assistance if you would like to see anything else today. As my father said, I shall help you in whatever way you require, so you may visit multiple days should this afternoon not suffice. Concern yourself not with calling hours—I shall instruct my butler to let you in at any time of day, and you need not greet me. Good day, Mr Holmes.”
Not waiting to see if he would try to get another word in or whether he would bow to your insolence, you curtsied and turned on your heel.
As soon as you were a safe distance from the study, far enough away to not feel suffocated by the knowledge of Sherlock’s presence, of his nearness, you leaned against the wall and squeezed your eyes shut. A visit from a hovering younger brother would indeed have been preferable to this—to the reopening of a thousand wretched wounds.
Thank you for reading. I hope you will keep up with the coming chapters! I’ve got plenty in store for y’all haha. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. :) Feedback is always welcome!
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WIP Wednesday Thursday
thank you for the tag @sp00kymulderr I love your fics sm <3
Step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)
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the killer doesn't understand pt 6 (Post-Outbreak Neighbors)
It took every fiber of his being to attempt to keep you at arms length, and it still wasn’t enough to keep you away. He could bite and you’d still be back, still offering him scraps of food from the palm of your hand, trying to feed a feral wolf in a stray dog’s skin. It’s his fault. It’s always his fault.
daydreams pt 2 (Touch-Starved!Joel x F!Reader)
The heat that rushes towards his face and warms his tired bones when he walks through the front doors of the bakery is welcome, as startling as the comforting smell of freshly baked bread and other sweet delights always is. Being in the small store along one of Jackson’s main streets is always an odd, forbidden sort of time travel to a bygone era of early morning coffee runs and frustrating traffic to get there that no longer existed. It’s a place he wouldn’t have frequented just months before. A place where he now greeted the smiling, albeit sleepy faces of the bakers by name and a nod of appreciation for their hard work. They had made a comment only once, a kind little joke about how much he liked the scones he picked up every Tuesday morning like clockwork. He was ready to snatch them up as soon as they had cooled down enough from the oven for the fresh orange glaze to be layered on top.
tarnished but so grand (Regency!Joel x F!Reader)
“You’ll despise it there,” Joel told the determined Miss Williams for the tenth time as she shoved another piece of luggage into the back of the carriage. “You would be much happier staying here with Miss Servopoulos.” Ellie sent a glance back towards the ranch’s beloved protection, cross-legged on the porch’s rocking chair with a shotgun across her lap. The woman was armed to the teeth as always, her hat resting over her face as her ears stayed alert to what was happening, no doubt hearing as Ellie sighed. “She’ll do just fine without me,” the young woman said simply before she turned back to give Joel an unimpressed glance over. “But you? They’re going to eat you alive ‘cross the water, old man.”
bloodshed, crimson clover pt 2 (Jackson Joel x Doctor F!Reader)
He may as well be a ghost, the way he haunts you. Sometimes you really do think that’s all Joel Miller was—a spectral force, maybe more divine than man in his fury. You certainly clung onto his visage like a prayer, replaying every moment where he danced just out of your grasp. Trying to remember the way the smog-addled QZ sun filtered through the dingy windows of your clinic to reflect in his eyes. Hazel, you have to remind yourself sometimes, ten years later. Not just brown, or even green, but a beautiful combination of the two, a swirling of two colors that spoke much of the dual nature within him, the conflict that raged inside a body honed to kill, even with the glimpses you had caught of him being so much more.
men like you chapter 4 (Arthur Morgan x F!OC)
Arthur knew that Miss Taylor was a beautiful woman. He’d thought it when she had been caked with dried blood upon their first meeting, wild hair and wilder eyes, ready to kill him in a moment if he moved wrong. He still thought it when she glared at him, face scrunched up in contempt at the mere insult of his very presence. Her tenacity, her fire, were things of true beauty that he hoped their way of life would never stamp out, even if they perplexed and frustrated him to no end. He thought it even more now, with the display of her vulnerability that he had never seen. Even if it was just an unintended consequence to their unfortunate situation of being in such forced close proximity to each other.
some violent, exquisite happenstance (Arthur Morgan x Ex-Outlaw F!Reader)
Arthur huffs, annoyance bleeding into his good intentions even as his own hand twitches by his own killer instinct just from the sight of you so ready to draw in case he dared to move wrong. “Now, ya really think I’m gonna shoot you after all that?” He gestures towards the fixed carriage, all your belongings back in place, and you have the infuriating gall to just shrug at his exasperation. “Stranger things have happened.”
np tags: @cavillscurls @5oh5 @sweetercalypso @joelsdagger @punkshort @honeyedmiller @eupheme (sorry if you've done it already, goldfish memory)
#wips#wip poll#wip game#doni writes#I'm prioritizing some writing for killer doesn't understand for write night!! but just really am itching to write a lot rn <3
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How many of these famous autists do you recognize? And this isn't even a complete list!
So many amazing wonderful people are autistic. I will never understand why people hate us so much.
Actors/actresses/entertainment:
Chloe Hayden
Talia Grant
Rachel Barcellona
Sir Anthony Hopkins
Dan Akroyd
David Byrne
Darryl Hannah
Courtney Love
Jerry Seinfeld
Roseanne Barr
Jennifer Cook
Chuggaaconroy
Stephanie Davis
Rick Glassman
Paula Hamilton
Dan Harmon
Paige Layle
Matthew Labyorteaux
Wentworth Miller
Desi Napoles
Freddie Odom Jr
Kim Peek
Sue Ann Pien
Henry Rodriguez
Scott Steindorff
Ian Terry
Tara Palmer -Tomkinson
Albert Rutecki
Billy West
Alexis Wineman- Miss America contestant
Athletes:
Jessica- Jane Applegate
Michael Brannigan
David Campion
Brenna Clark
Ulysse Delsaux
Tommy Dis Brisay
Jim Eisenreich
Todd Hodgetts
John Howard
Anthony Ianni
Lisa Llorens
Clay Matzo
Frankie Macdonald
Jason McElwain
Chris Morgan
Max Park
Cody Ware
Amani Williams
Samuel Von Einem
Musicians:
Susan Boyle
Elizabeth Ibby Grace
David Byrne
Johnny Dean
Tony DeBlois
Christopher Dufley
Jody Dipiazza
Pertti Kurikka
James Jagow
Ladyhawke
Kodi Lee
Left at London
Red Lewis Clark
Abz Love
Thristan Mendoza
Heidi Mortenson
Hikari Oe
Matt Savage
Graham Sierota
SpaceGhostPurp
Mark Tinley
Donald Triplett
Aleksander Vinter
Comedians:
Hannah Gatsby
Robert White
Bethany Black
Scientists/inventors/mathematians/Researchers:
Damian Milton
Bram Cohen
Michelle Dawson
Carl Sagan
Writers:
Neil Gaimen
Mel Bags
Kage Baker
Amy Swequenza
M. Remi Yergeau
Sean Barron
Lydia X Z Brown
Matt Burning
Dani Bowman
Nicole Cliffe
Laura Kate Dale
Aoife Dooley
Corrine Duyvus
Marianne Eloise
Jory Flemming
Temple Grandin
John R Hall
Naomi Higashida
Helan Hoang
Liane Holliday Willey
Luke Jackson
Rosie King
Thomas A McKean
Johnathan Mitchell
Jack Monroe
Caiseal Mor
Morenike Giwa- Onaiwu
Jasmine O'Neill
Brant Page Hanson
Dawn Prince-Hughs
Sue Robin
Stephen Shore
Andreas Souvitos
Sarah Stup
Susanna Tamaro
Chuck Tingle
Donna Williams
Leaders:
Julia Bascom
Ari Ne'eman
Sarah Marie Acevedo
Sharon Davenport
Joshua Collins
Conner Cummings
Kevin Healy
Poom Jenson
Amy Knight
Jared O'Mara
David Nelson
Shaun Neumeier
Master Sgt. Shale Norwitz
Jim Sinclair
Judy Singer
Dr. Vernon Smith
Artists:
Miina Akkijjyrkka
Danny Beath
Deborah Berger
Larry John Bissonnette
Patrick Francis
Goby
Jorge Gutierrez
Lina Long
Johnathan Lerman
Julian Martin
Haley Moss
Morgan Harper Nichols
Tim Sharp
Gilles Tehin
Willem Van Genk
Richard Wawro
Poets:
David Eastham
Christopher Knowles
David Miedzianik
Henriette Seth F
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Reading List - 2024
Currently Reading:
The Book of Dragons by Edith Nesbit
Peter and Wendy by J. M. Barrie
Sweet Sweet Revenge LTD by Jonas Jonasson
Books Read:
101 Famous Poems by Various Authors
The Abraham Lincoln Joke Book by Beatrice Schenk De Regniers
The Ancient Aliens Question by Philip Coppens
The Art of Computer Designing by Osamu Sato
The Broken Dice, and Other Mathematical Tales of Chance by Ivar Ekeland
The Cairngorms by Patrick Baker
The Codebreaker's Handbook by Herbie Brennan
The Color Kittens by Margaret Wise Brown
The Complete Book of Kitchen Collecting by Barbera E. Mauzy
Dinosaurs, Beware! A Safety Guide by Marc Brown
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Dreaming the Biosphere by Rebecca Reider
Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Frog and Toad are Friends by Arnold Lobel
Funny Number Tricks by Rose Wyler
Gender Queer: A Memoir by Maia Kobabe
Giant Sea Creatures, Real and Fantastic by John Frederick Waters
Great Mysteries of the Ice and Snow by Edward F. Dolan
Hammer of the Gods by Stephen Davis
Hiram's Red Shirt by Mabel Watts
A History of Chess by Jerzy Gizycki
I don't care by JoAnn Nelson
An Introduction to Linguistics by Loreto Todd
Jaws by Peter Benchley
Jungian Archetypes: Jung, Gödel, and the History of Archetypes by Robin Robertson
Keeper of the Bees by Gene Stratton-Porter
MASH: An Army Surgeon in Korea by Otto F. Apel
The Messier Objects Field Guide by Stephen James O'Meara
Out of the Silent Planet by C. S. Lewis
Precious Remedies Against Satan’s Devices by Thomas Brooks
Reflections on Evolution by Fredrick Sproull
Roadie: My Life on the Road with Coldplay by Matt McGinn
Some of The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood of Great Renown in Nottinghamshire by Howard Pyle
Strange Creatures of the Ice and Snow by Edward F. Dolan
Time for Bed, Sleepyheads by Normand Chartier
Weird Islands by Jean de Boschère
Future Reading:
A Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter
Adventures in Cryptozoology Vol. 1 by Richard Freeman
All the King's Men by Robert Penn Warren
Always Running by Luis J. Rodriguez
Ancient Mysteries, Modern Visions by Philip S. Callahan
The Anti-Mary Exposed by Carrie Gress
The Arm of the Starfish by Madeleine L'Engle
The Art Nouveau Style by Stephan Tschudi Madsen
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Black Beauty by Anna Sewell
Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
The Call of the Wild by Jack London
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger
Champions of the Rosary by Donald H. Calloway
The Color Purple by Alice Walker
The Complete Works of H. P. Lovecraft
Cubism by Guillaume Apollinaire
Dear Mr. Henshaw by Beverly Cleary
Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card
Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett
Evolution by Nowell Stebbing
Expressionism by Ashley Bassie
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods by Hal Johnson
Found in a Bookshop by Stephanie Butland
Frankenstein by Mary Shelly
Freaks on the Fells by R. M. Ballantyne
Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter
Fundamentals of Character Design by Various Authors
Graceling by Kristin Cashore
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
The History of Don Quixote de la Mancha by Miquel de Cervantes Saavedra
Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
Humorous Ghost Stories by Various Authors
I, Robot by Isaac Asimov
Illuminated Manuscripts by Tamara Woronowa
The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells
Joan Miro by Joan Miro
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton
Light of the Western Stars by Zane Grey
Living by the Sword by Eric Demski
The Longest Cocktail Party by Richard DiLello
Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis
North and South by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
Otis Spofford by Beverly Clearly
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster
The Shining by Stephen King
The Silmarillion by J R R Tolkien
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
Strange Love by Ann Aguirre
The River by Gary Paulsen
Things My Son Needs to Know About the World by Fredrik Backman
The Third Man Factor by John Geiger
The Time Machine by H. G. Wells
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson
The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells
We Are Where the Nightmares Go and Other Stories by C. Robert Cargill
The Weiser Field Guide to Cryptozoology by Deena West Budd
The White Mountains by John Christopher
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Pinned :3
I interact from @sunnymorality !!!
Basic DNI and no proshippers
f/os and more info/BYF in read more !! ^^
f/o list:
Platonic:
Patton Sanders (Dad) Sanders sides / Tag: second cookie
Linus Baker (Dad) House In The Cerulean Sea / Tag: angelic adoptions
Felix Kranken (Dad) The Walten Files / Tag: trying his best (he’s not)
Kinger (Dad) The Amazing Digital Circus / Tag: checkmates
Canon and AU Vanessa Afton (Besties) fnaf movie / Tag: sorry for dating your dad
Canon and AU Mike Schmidt (Besties) fnaf movie / Tag: besties at your own risk
Complicated:
CANON William Afton (friends) fnaf movie
Romantic:
AU versions of William Afton /fnaf movie / Tag: rabbit hearted
Ford Pines /Gravity Falls / Tag: the author of my heart
The Narrator /The Stanley Parable / Tag: he yaps I listen
The Shade (Richard Swift) /DC Stargirl / Tag: shadowy hugs
Sharing:
I don’t care about sharing! If anything I’m excited to share f/os that’s so neat!!! I love to hear others takes and relationships with blorbos!!
BYF:
I’m new to the self ship community and am mostly here just to be silly and talk about my blorbos. Please use tone tags with me. Also just a disclaimer obviously I don’t condone some of my f/o’s actions I just have bad taste 😭
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The good folks at the Know Your Enemy podcast (Matthew Sitman and Sam Adler-Bell) did a recent episode w/ Erik Baker called “Bomb Power,” named after the 2010 book by Garry Wills, Bomb Power: The Modern Presidency and the National Security State.
As someone who spent the first half of his career doing guns-and-bombs security studies, I can’t believe I hadn’t heard of this book before listening to the podcast.
Upon Google-Scholar-ing Bomb Power, I discovered it had 166 citations—very, very modest for an author as well-known as Wills. And scanning through who’s been citing it, I see mostly historians (not international-relations or strategic studies scholars). So I suppose my ignorance about the book is normal within my field.
But their discussion on the episode triggered me in a few ways, leading me to ponder what happened to the conservatives who support peace—that used to be a thing.
A “Don’t Break Things” Conservative
Wills’s politics don’t map well onto our current context.
He had ties to William F. Buckley and the National Review crowd. And his prolific writing often went after liberals, especially Kennedy (though his book Nixon Agonistes was a masterclass and did not spare Nixon of his critical prose).
But Wills recognized that power had a tendency to corrupt. That America itself had been guilty of great evils whose consequences it never repaired. And that if a preference for limited government meant anything at all, it meant a commitment to limiting the power of the national security state—there was no military exemption from the “limited government” mantra.
When I was finishing my PhD at the Catholic University of America (I enrolled there having no idea about its very conservative reputation), I studied under and socialized with conservatives like Wills. They mostly hated the Bush administration, generally thought the Iraq War was insane, and were critical of what had become the imperial presidency. (Before you romanticize them too much, they also hosted Brett Kavanaugh and Newt Gingrich at various times, they largely believed in civilizational (as in clash of civilizations) politics, and some of them seemed to think race science had merit…)
These days, it’s fairly common for people to claim they’re progressive while actually being center-right economic liberals with limited tolerance for anything redistributive. Wills cut in the opposite direction. As the Know Your Enemy guys talk about in the episode, Wills at times took up policy positions that we would think of as progressive, but he identified as a conservative. Why?
Aside from personal affection for the label, I suspect this has to do with his Burkean “don’t break things” sensibility, as well as the sense that 1) the common good is achievable within the nation-state itself, 2) the Founding Fathers had something to teach us and/or were extraordinary, and 3) the Constitution is a holy-adjacent document.
I think that perspective is intellectually unsatisfying and a political dead end. But YMMV.
The important thing is that folks who believe that stuff are folks you can work with sometimes. And if you’re in mortal danger, they’re the kind of American who just might help you out. More importantly, if any part of the right is recruitable into an antifascist coalition, it’s the “don’t break things” conservatives.
An Endangered Species
You can still find conservatives like Wills out there in American society. I know of one or two pundits who would fit this category of principled, preservationist conservatism. And, funnily enough, there are a lot of these types in New Zealand (a country with every type of conservative).
But in Washington, this species of conservative doesn’t exist. Not a single Republican official can claim fidelity to the Willsian template. To a man—and they’re mostly men—the electoral GOP has repudiated everything meaningful in the “don’t break things” tradition.
Talking Like a Peacenik
The remarkable thing about Wills’s Bomb Power is how much it reads like a leftist critical text. It would go too far to call Wills a historical materialist, but his implicit philosophy is not incompatible with it.
His invocation of the national security state—a term with which any Un-Diplomatic reader is by now very familiar—originated with Marcus Raskin, a co-founder of the Institute for Policy Studies (the first progressive think tank in Washington). IPS was and remains an expressly antimilitarist presence in Washington, and one of the few institutions there that can claim ties to the peace progressives who constitute what I think are the grassroots of the Democratic Party.
Wills’s reference to permanent war and the economy that supports it owes to Seymour Melman, a left-aligned peace intellectual who popularized (and possibly coined) “permanent war economy” through a series of books and essays that deserve a much wider reading.
And Wills’s claim that nuclear weapons are fundamentally tools of despotism that have permanently disempowered democracy is a pretty common view on the left going back to George Orwell’s classic essay, “You and the Atom Bomb” (which I still teach!).
What all this suggests is that Wills was a conservative who read widely. You might even say he was open-minded.
As such, he made analytical use of the criticisms against the powerful rendered by people with whom he likely disagreed. And he did so, at least partly, in the name of peace. Good luck finding someone like that in the Republican Party today.
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I tag each post with the politician, time period, and genre of post (photograph/newspaper/etc). I use the tag "vintage" for anything created before 2000. Almost every post is blanket tagged with “politics”. Additional tags include "campaigning", for images depicting rallies/politicians out campaigning/etc., and "campaign memorabilia", for products produced in conjunction with a campaign.
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Internet-specific tags: old web, Internet Archive, Geocities (all of these are usually tagged in conjunction with "1990s" or "2000s", never by themselves.) The "Internet Archive" and "Geocities" tags exist to represent where I found an older image or gif; all posts found on Geocities will also be tagged with "Internet Archive", but not vice/versa. Additionally, “PNG” is used for transparent images, “gif” for moving images (aside from Geocities graphics, all gifs are made myself); “video” for moving images with audio.
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Frontrunner candidate tags (some have only been used once; candidate not included if I don't have a tag for them):
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1944: Thomas Dewey
1948: Harry Truman
1952: Dwight D. Eisenhower, Adlai Stevenson
1960: John F. Kennedy / JFK, Richard Nixon
1964: Lyndon B. Johnson / LBJ, Barry Goldwater
1968: Richard Nixon & Spiro Agnew, Hubert Humphrey & Ed Muskie, George Wallace
1972: George McGovern & Sargent Shriver
1976: Jimmy Carter, Gerald Ford
1980: Ronald Reagan, John Anderson
1984: Walter Mondale / Fritz Mondale & Geraldine Ferraro
1988: George H. W. Bush & Dan Quayle, Michael Dukakis
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1996: Bob Dole
2000: Al Gore, George W. Bush & Dick Cheney, Ralph Nader
2004: John Kerry & John Edwards
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Who is most important to the history of Doctor Who?
With 61 years under its belt, Doctor Who has changed a lot since it began all those years ago. Its continued survival has relied on that change and the countless people who made it happen. Trying to single out any one person as the most important to the history of the show would be near impossible, but hell if we aren't going to try.
bar a few of the most recognisable names, contestants for this tournament were decided by nomination only, so there are inevitably people missing who's contributions were just as valuable, please don't take anyone's absence as a slight against them or their work
the submission form for propaganda is still open
ROUND 1 (group stage)
Group 1
Carole Ann Ford
Jacqueline Hill
William Hartnell
William Russell
David Graham and Peter Hawkins
Group 2
Patrick Troughton
Frazer Hines
Nicholas Courtney
Jon Pertwee
Roger Delgado
Group 3
Liz Sladen
Pat Gorman
Stuart Fell
Tom Baker
Peter Davison
Colin Baker
Group 4
Sylvester McCoy
Sophie Aldred
Paul McGann
Lisa Bowerman
India Fisher
Sean Carlsen
Group 5
Christopher Eccleston
Billie Piper
David Tennant
Freema Agyeman
John Simm
Group 6
Matt Smith
Peter Capaldi
Jodie Whittaker
Ncuti Gatwa
Group 7
Michael Grade
Peter Cregeen
Sydney Newman
Gary Russell
Nicholas Briggs
Donald Wilson
Group 8
all the thousands of people who’ve worked behind the scenes
June Hudson
Peter Brachacki
Raymond Cusick
Group 9
John F Kennedy
Sue from Catering
the real people who have been portrayed in the show
William Russell
Group 10
Marnal Gate
Person who created TARDIS wiki
Craig Ferguson
The Audience
Group 11
BBC Radiophonic Workshop
Delia Derbyshire
Ron Grainer
Dudley Simpson
Paddy Kingsland
Peter Howell
Robert Harvey
Segun Akinola
Murray Gold
Group 12
Graeme Harper
Paddy Russell
Rachel Talalay
Waris Hussein
Christopher Barry
Richard Martin
Alice Troughton
Group 13
Barry Letts
Graham Williams
John Nathan Turner
Philip Hinchcliffe
Verity Lambert
Julie Gardner
Group 14
Alan Moore
Grant Morrison
Marc Platt
Paul Cornell
Kate Orman
Group 15
Justin Richards
Dave Stone
Lawrence Miles
Lance Parkin
Jonathan Blum
Robert Shearman
Group 16
David Whitaker
Terry Nation
Anthony Coburn
John Lucarotti
Gerry Davis
Kit Pedler
Terrance Dicks
Group 17
Robert Holmes
Douglas Adams
Eric Saward
Andrew Cartmel
Rona Munro
Russell T Davies
Steven Moffat
Chris Chibnall
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Deep Blue Moon: "He's a Mathematician."
How Sherlock and William first meeting in my Role Reversal AU. (Sorry for any typo or grammar mistake in this post)
"Ah, how did you can guess his a soldier?"
"It is nothing much but just a deduction and observe, m'lady."
"But still, young man, are you sure you're not a detective?"
"No, I'm not, mister"
The next show that the Lord of Crime team has to made is to eliminate the next noble in here, on Noahtic. The said noble is Duke Blitz Enders, the noble who from London that inherited a fortune and became a head of the family.
Blitz is arrogant and flashy young noble with a good reputation amongst ladies for his good looking and hold a good place in high society. Another thing about Blitz are his hobby for hunting deer, it is not a bad thing since it is a typical among nobility. But there's a stories of his forest ground saying that "A Wolf is Lurking" and to stay away from that place.
According from Wiggins and the Baker Street Irregulars, the Enders family has been known for generation for abducting homeless people. One of the Baker Street Irregulars has said that one of the homeless people they have spoken before were last seen after they have planned to move to another street, either because of Blitz or they have died unknown.
Nonetheless, the rumors of them killing people, in a forest of their land, killing them as if they are a sheep and the Enders are a wolf among the sheep.
Right now, the plan is already been settle, but it seems Sherlock has to entertain the ladies that want to know about him. Well, while settling with the plan might as well entertain the audience that will witness his show.
"It seems I have guessed everyone's occupation, does that mean I won the bet?"
The bet the ladies make are that if he guesses everyone's occupation in the Noahtic with no one single mistake, they will leave him be. But if he fails, he have to entertain the ladies for more hours.
"Wait, there's one more person you have to guess!"
Really? But I think I have guessed everyone in her... Then he smiled, "Okay, one more person."
The ladies seem to be searching someone for Sherlock that he haven't guess yet.
"How about that young man? Can you guess what his work is?"
Sherlock look at the direction of where one of the lady point, she point at the blond man and with the unusual scarlet-red eyes. The man looking at the spiral staircase.
Sherlock can guess he look at the spiral staircase not because he admired the beauty of it. The man also not looking at the staircase just to make sure the balance of it is alright. So that can only mean...
"Isn't it obvious," when Sherlock said that, the man glance at the direction of Sherlock immediately, Ah, it seems I get his attention, "He's a Mathematician."
And so the explanation has be put down for Sherlock as he tells all of his answer from his deduction and observation skills.
"Ah, is that so? Then I must admit, all of what you said was true. I am indeed a teaching mathematics in University. However, more than Golden Ratio, I like the Fibonacci Sequence."
Sherlock just pretend to listen what the man and the ladies said, he just want everything to be over with so he can be ready for his stage. Before he can shut everything down in his mind, the next thing that the young man said has stopped him,
"Well then, since you guess my work with your observation skills, then let me repay that too for you."
Before Sherlock could say anything, the young man has already started, "That hands of yours, you look like you play violin but that doesn't mean you're a musician... And from the looks of it, you also seems to be doing a martial arts I assume. Hope you don't mind..."
The man slowly getting closer to Sherlock, Sherlock just stay still and seems be in frozen as the man continue his observation,
"And it seems," Did he just sniff on me?— "You have been doing a conduct science experiment but hate your own drug dependence I suppose. And it seems to be obvious you graduated from Oxbridge... And your cockney accent, must be proud to have that from your mother... Am I wrong?"
The ladies does seems to be fascinated by the man's observation but seems not too interested as the man keep on going with his observation on Sherlock.
Then Sherlock smile at the man, "How'd you know, mister..."
The man smile back, "Moriarty... And isn't it obvious?"
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As Blitz run away from the Yard that has been assemble in the area, Sherlock look at everyone in the room to observe their reaction. Just as he expected, nothing surprised him other than the reaction of fear, shocked, surprised and anxious in his audience's face.
Until his eyes laid upon Mr. Moriarty from above, his eyes seems to be looking at the corpse. Is there something he notice?
Or does he know?
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"Mr. Moriarty?"
After the show was over with Blitz Enders fall from the Noahtic, Sherlock started to seek for the Math Professor after landing on the land.
"Ah, it's you. Is there a problem?"
"What do you think?"
"Pardon?"
"What do you think about the murdered that has been on stage?" Sherlock want to see the professor's reaction but nothing change, "How would you as a noble react to your own fellow noble commited such a crime and die because of the consequences?"
Still no reaction from the man, but he let out a smile, "Ah, I knew you might be refered to that..."
Sherlock can't help but seeing that smile had just gives him something off about the man, "I may not get a closer look at the body but I can clearly see how pale the corpse are, more pale than any corpse when the very first time it being murdered. When I finally on the ground floor with my brother, I look closely at the body after being given permission to check on it. And what I found out is, the corpse has been long dead. Not as in it has been killed off-stage but, it has been killed last night before the opera."
Then the explanation has been given, this Math Professor —Sherlock would rather call him a detective than a professor— has been given him all the behind scene of his show. Sherlock couldn't help but felt a weird feeling inside of him.
Sherlock would not call it fear, nor anxious but this strange feeling. The more Mr. Moriarty continue on explaining everything, the more Sherlock can't help himself but feel fascinated by this man...
"Ah, it seems I have to go now," right, this man is a noble, "Before I go, we might cross path with each other again... So an introduction must be in need for our next encounter."
"Hm, you seems so confindence that we might meet again," Oh, we will, "The names Holmes. Sherlock Holmes."
The man let out a smile, "Sherlock Holmes, delighted to make your acquaintance. William James Moriarty, the second son of Moriarty."
William... Moriarty...
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Bonus:
Sherlock after explaining the aftermath of the Noahtic to the crew: And I get this warmth, weird feeling in me. This man, not only explaining the behind scene of our show but all of that deduction of his is... So, mysterious and like another unsolvable puzzle... *his mind keep on and on focusing on William*
John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson: What did that man do to you?! *worried for Sherlock because it might interfere with their plan*
Mycroft: Ah, he is having another phase of feeling he did not get, love... *support whatever the fuck Sherlock is saying*
Wiggins: Are we getting a new dad? *referring to the Baker Street Irregulars and him as having William as their second dad*
#yuumori#yuumori au#role reversal au#deep blue moon#yuukoku no moriarty#moriarty the patriot#sherlock holmes#william james moriarty#Does this count as Sherliam?#Sherliam
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