#young love and old money

[sophieturnersdoppelganger]

What do you mean, you don’t have songs that make you cry about fictional people every time you hear them? You don’t look at a painting and feel your heart ache remembering a monologue? You don’t love characters so deeply that they live in your chest and reach out to pieces of art they were never meant to be connected to?

[footprintsinthesxnd]

CONGRATS ON 1.5K JESS!!! 🥳🥳 i'm literally obsessed with the moodboard + drabble you did for eugene and violet....could we get josephine/nixon plus "It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway" ?? moodboard or fic, whatever you're feeling :) <33

Thank you so much for your ask lovely. It’s been so long since I made anything for Josie and Lewis so this one was a real treat.

The night was still and quiet when Josie crept from her bed, making her way over to the small window in the hallway. She peaked through the tapped up panes, wishing she could have a clearer view of the nights sky. The moon shone brightly over the sleepy town of Aldbourne tonight. There was no movement outside meaning the streets were unusually quiet, not even one drunken paratrooper returning to his billet.

Tomorrow was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life, and she truly couldn’t wait to become Mrs Nixon, but something kept her awake. It was a gnawing feeling in her stomach that just wouldn’t settle, and the more she thought about different scenarios of everything going wrong, the worse the feeling grew. Would Lewis really be at the alter tomorrow or would he have second thoughts? That was the worry that currently occupied her mind. Of course her friends had assured her that wouldn’t be the case, and Dick and Eugene were under strict instructions to have him at the church on time.

Josie sighed loudly, jumping at the light chuckle that came from behind her. She whipped around, tugging her dressing gown over herself quickly as she came face to face with the finger leaning against the door frame.

“Lewis, you scared me!” She scolded, raising her hand to her chest, feeling her heart beating rapidly from the sudden shock.

He smirked at her, sauntering over and placing his hands on her shoulders, “Sorry Josie,” he mumbled, placing a kiss to her cheek. “Can’t sleep?”

“No,” she shrugged sadly, “I have too much to think about.”

“Not having second thoughts I hope,” he laughed, but Josie could see the concern floating in his brown eyes, the soft crinkle on his forehead making her smile.

“Not at all. I just… well I’m just worried that everything won’t go to plan,” she admitted, biting her lip sheepishly. “I keep worrying that you’ll change your mind”.

Lewis smiled, brushing the loose strands of dark hair away from her face. “I could never change my mind, Josie. I love you and I can’t wait to marry you.”

He bent down to kiss her, savouring the soft feeling of her lips against his until she pulled away.

“You haven’t had a drink?” She asked, it felt strange to not have the familiar taste of VAT-69 on her lips after kissing Lewis.

“Not a drop, I want to make sure I was up bright and early in the morning ready for our big day. Thought I might even surprise Dick and get up before he does,” he chuckled, “Although that’s probably why I can’t fall asleep.”

Josie smiled up at him, cupping his stubbly cheek in her small hand, “It's okay. I couldn't sleep anyway either,” she assured him, pressing her lips to his once more. “And I don’t mind spending some quiet time together before the chaos of tomorrow.”

Lewis hummed in appreciation, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame and turning her so they could both face the window, looking out into the night. The sun would soon beginto rise over the tree line, bringing forth a new day, the biggest day of Josie’s life and she couldn’t wait. But in the cover of darkness she could relish in the comforting feeling of Lewis’ arms, his breath tickling her ear as he promised her that everything would be alright.

Tags: @georgieluz @mads-weasley @samwinchesterslostshoe @msmercury84 @blvestxr @dustyjumpwjngs @theflyingfin @jump-wings @kafka-ohdear @kmc1989 @xxluckystrike @docroesmorphine @liptonsbabe @hesbuckcompton-baby @ronsenthal @allthingsimagines @bucky32557038ww2 @hanniewinnix @inglourious-imagines @l13bg0tt @1waveshortofashipwreck @sweetxvanixlla

[rebelliousstories]

We Fit Perfectly Like Milk And Honey

Relationship: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Adelaide “Honey” Corbin OC

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of Stalking, Violence

Word Count: 2,167

Part of the Young Love and Old Money Series

Chapter 13//Chapter 15

Main Masterlist: Here

Summary: Everything piles up and up until something explodes.

“When did this get in?”

“I don’t know. It just showed up today while I was out.”

“It’s okay. We’re going to figure this out. We’ll be fine.”

~

July 2nd, 2018

There was a breeze floating through Lemoore, California. Cooling down the sweltering day; it felt amazing. After having been in the state for almost a month now, Adelaide finally started to get her bearings. She was able to drive, get groceries, and do anything that a normal person could do. Her phone was changed, and she cut any contact with her family. For the first time in years, if not her whole life, Adelaide felt free.

She made it back to the apartment that she still shared with Robert, with groceries and a plan for dinner. Adelaide did not have a job yet, but she would once her divorce was final. She was grateful for all of his help, but the state of things made her feel like she was being a leech; regardless of what Robert said. The groceries weighed heavily on her arms and hands as she trekked up to Robert’s apartment. She made her way up to the door, and saw a package on the front door. It was not unusual for either one of them to receive packages, so the woman just picked it up and made her way inside. The package was forgotten on the counter as the groceries were put away. It was further put out of her mind when she began dinner preparations. It was not until she left the food alone to simmer that she finally remembered the package that was now sitting on the counter. She grabbed the package, and a knife, and moved to the coffee table. Opening the package, she was not sure what she was going to see. But seeing what was in the box, her hands shook, and she dropped the knife and box.

Photos of her walking around in California, photos of her with Robert, at dinner, in the apartment complex; everywhere. She did not need to look at the sender to know who it was from. Austin. He had found her. Adelaide cursed herself for not noticing a private eye while she was gone. She did not notice the front door opening and closing. Her heart thumped and her head spun. The blood rushed in her ears, deafening any other noises nearby. A set of hands came onto her shoulders.

“Honey? Honey, you okay?” A voice seeped into her head. It was not enough to pull her out and into the real world.

“Honey? I need you to look at me. Honey.” Her vision slowly started to clear, and bit by bit, Robert came into view. Her darling Robert. Adelaide knew that she was a mess but she could not find it in herself to care. She allowed Robert to lead them over to couch while she tried to collect her breathing and thoughts. His face was concerned as he waited for her to calm down. Once the tears had subsided, and her breathing returned to normal, that’s when he knew that he was going to have to ask the difficult questions.

“Are you ready to talk?” The WSO asked, rubbing her hands with his. Adelaide nodded but still did not speak.

“I need a verbal answer, Honey.” She took a couple deep breathes before she squeaked out a quiet, “yes.”

“Who sent this?” Her eyes stared off into the distance while she answered.

“Austin.” It was so simple, but Robert had a feeling that he had come back to torment her once more.

“When did this get in?” He questioned, looking at the photos that were on the floor and outside of the box.

“I don’t know. It just showed up today while I was out.” She replied, not being able to bring herself to look anywhere near the package.

“It’s okay. We’re going to figure this out. We’ll be fine,” he tried to think as fast as he could, “okay, here’s what we’re gonna do,” he turned her head towards him, “we’re gonna head to Sam in the morning with that untouched. Don’t tape it up, don’t mess with anything in there. Leave it as it. Anything that was inside the box that is now outside, we’ll take separately. Okay?” She nodded her head once again and leaned into his shoulder as the emotions rushed back to her. As she sobbed, Robert rubbed her shoulder gently.

“We’ll get it taken care of. They have to be able to do something about this.”

~

“What do you mean ‘nothing can be done’?” Adelaide almost screamed at Sam. Her lawyer looked at the woman with sympathy.

“I’m sorry, Addie. But without a sender address, or anything that suggests malicious intent, there’s nothing I can do legally. We can still get the divorce finalized and served, but this won’t amount to anything.” The lawyer’s hands wrung themselves around before settling on the table.

“At least we’ll get the divorce. Can we at least document this in case it does escalate?” Robert asked, while Adelaide thought about her choices. She did not have many left.

“Of course. I’ll make a note of it.” They said their goodbyes and left the office; Adelaide was still quiet as a mouse on the drive home. Robert was concerned about her behavior, and even more so that this was going to be going on while he was deployed shortly. He reached over and grabbed her hand.

“We’ll figure out something Honey, okay?” He offered calmly, but Adelaide snatched her hand away quickly.

“What other options do we have left, Robby? You heard Sam in there. There isn’t anything that I can do about the package.” She stared out the window and watched the palm trees go by. The man sighed and reached over to rest his hand on her thigh while they drove.

“We’ll figure something out. I promise you.”

~

December 24th, 2018

Sometimes, you can forget about things after time. Eventually, you forget dramatic things with enough times. For another few weeks, Adelaide continued to look over her shoulder everywhere she went. Grocery runs were always with Robert, with a baseball cap and sunglasses. Dinner became a mom and pop, non chain restaurant hunt. Ad no cards were used by her; only cash. It was very stressful on the couple, but the divorce papers would be served soon enough. They knew they just had to wait it out before they could get on with their lives.

When Robert left for his three month deployment, he made sure Adelaide was set. A grocery service was set up so she didn’t have to go outside for those. Most of their favorite places to get take out from delivered as well, and she had plenty of cash to pay for things. And all was well. Adelaide did not go outside unless she got cabin fever. Even then it was just a drive around town, and maybe she would get dinner to go. It was not until about a week before Robert was set to return, that she started going out more. The woman would sit down for dinner, and grab small things from the store nearby. They were small, but baby steps were still steps.

Currently, she was working on making sure the apartment was set up for Robert’s return. His favorite ice cream sat in the freezer, and his mother’s casserole sat in the oven. She wanted to repay him for everything that he had done for her and this was just the start. Adelaide wiped down the table and thought about everything that had led up to this point. She was staying with her childhood best friend and crush, while going through a messy divorce, after not seeing him in person for six or seven years. Suddenly, a knock came to the door, startling the woman out of her thoughts. Without a thought, Adelaide made her way to the door and opened it. The rag dropped from her hand when she saw who was behind the door.

Austin.

He stood there, with a smile and flowers like this was his home. Her frightened expression must have been a cause for concern because Austin’s face dropped slightly as he stepped inside. Adelaide was too frightened that her body would not do much more than step back and away from the man that she had previously known as her husband.

“Adelaide? Darlin’, is that really you?” His voice was filled with false joy. She had been married to him for so long that she knew when he was faking pleasantries.

“Oh darlin’. Can’t believe it’s really you. I’ve looked ev’rywhere for you!” Austin came up and embraced the stunned woman. She did not hug back, or even acknowledge that things were happening to her. It is as if her body went into auto pilot; finally remembering how she used to act for years. Numb and disconnected. Once she was finally able to regain control of her limbs, she pushed the man away.

“What are you doin’ here, Austin?” Her voice was clipped, showing how much she did not want to see the man in front of her.

“What do you mean? I came to see you, dear. Now come on. We gotta get you home.” The man just kept getting closer as Adelaide backed up further into the apartment. When he came up to her with his arms outstretched, she raised hers to push him away.

“I want you to leave now Austin. You don’t need to be here.” The mask slipped from his face. Austin’s eyes darkened, and his smile faded away from his face. What was left was a cruel reminder of her previous existence.

“Adelaide. We’re leaving this place. You are coming back home. End of discussion. Now let’s go!” He shouted at her and lurched forward, grabbing her arm. Austin began to turn around to drag her out of the apartment.

“Get your hands off of her. Now.” A low and dangerous voice stated calmly from the front door. Peering over his shoulder, Adelaide saw Robert finally back from deployment. His duffle bag was dropped by the front door, and his keys dangled lifelessly from his hands. Her husband began to chuckle humorlessly.

“Oh, yes. Robert Floyd, the poor farmer’s boy. I’ve heard of you. Fortunately for me, she is still my wife, and I say where we go.” He refused to let go and only gripped the woman’s arm tighter. The WSO came closer to the couple and sent a quick look to Adelaide. She looked spooked but not hurt terribly. Shifting his attention to Austin, he spoke again.

“Listen here, city boy,” Austin smirked at him, “I’m not one to mess with. With one phone call, I can have your entire flight delayed or canceled keeping you in California for however long I deem. Adelaide is her own person, and an adult. She can do as she pleases. Now, let her go, and I will consider not getting you for battery and assault when your divorce suit comes in. But you’re not gonna leave here with her as a hostage.” At the mention of a divorce, Austin actually looked scared. He weighed his options carefully, for a moment or two, before he dropped Adelaide’s arm.

The swing that came to Robert’s head was not something he was expecting. His glasses flew off his face as Austin stood back up. He tasted copper in his mouth, and a stinging sensation in his lip. But Robert squared his shoulders, and set his eyes on the man in front of him. Then he launched. Both men wrestled on the floor for a minute or two, but Robert was unknowingly more vicious than Austin, or even Adelaide, thought. Robert grabbed Austin by the collar, slamming his head down onto the floor. He distantly heard Adelaide’s screams and shrieks, but he only saw red. It was not until hands pulled Robert off of Austin, that he realized what had happened. Austin laid on the ground, unconscious, beaten and bloodied. Robert’s hands were red and raw, but he needed to check on Adelaide. She came into view as she fussed over Robert’s face.

“Are you okay, Robby? Robby? Answer me Robby, please!” She begged, tears streaming down her face. Her slightly blurry face came into view as his world focused back in on her. Nodding, he tried to pull her close.

“Are you okay, Honey?” He asked, out of breath. She nodded and buried herself in his chest. As she sobbed, Robert pet her head and softly whispered.

“We’ll figure this out, okay? I’ll call the police soon, and we’ll get this taken care of. You don’t have to worry bout this no more.” Robert pressed a kiss to Adelaide’s head while she tried to calm down, and felt her nod. They rested for a moment more before they knew they needed to get up to fix the mess they found themselves in.

Tag: @blessupblessup

[chrliekclly]

horrible parents horrible women horrible yuri

[hers-underwraps]

Avid Lana del ray enjoyer

[leviiackrman]

ROB YOUNG - Uncharted [full colour]

more art || character page || commissions

Tag list (ask to be added or removed): @carrionsflower @statichvm @risingsh0t @simonxriley @tommyarashikage @sevikagf @confidentandgood @unholymilf @florbelles @thedeadthree @shellibisshe @roofgeese @aezyrraeshh @faerune @tekehu @jackiesarch @minaharkers @sergeiravenov @carlosoliveiraa @rosenfey @nokstella @queennymeria @heroofpenamstan @tethrras @viktorgf @d-esmond @solasan @bigbywlf @delzinrowe @fenharel @imogenkol

[lostl1sbons1ster]

dear lord when I get to heaven please let me bring my man!!

[hana-bobo-finch]

a strange trend in my favorite characters I realize is that I tend to heavily gravitate toward somewhat obscure, antagonistic forces

[jamiesfootball]

Always lowkey simmering a Leverage AU in the back of my head hear me out:

Ted is an ex-insurance investigator who was able to get his son life-saving medical treatment because his first, original Crime Pal Beard was like ‘Ted if your company doesn’t come through with the coverage, we’re doing things my way.’

The company did not come through. The company did let him go due to suspicion of Ted’s involvement in the incident, but Ted will happily remind folks that no charges were formally pressed. Henry is alive and healthy and living with Michelle, who divorced Ted shortly thereafter (not just because of pre-existing marital problems, but because Ted wouldn’t tell her anything about why the doctors “””suddenly decided to do the procedure for free”””). Shortly thereafter, Ted fled the country.

What Ted learned from the whole experience is that there’s a lot of people out there, good people just trying to live by the rules, but sometimes things happen that are just out of their control. And well- if we’ve got the means to help the good people out when no one else will, then shouldn’t we try?

“We’ve got means,” Beard agrees. “And motives.”

They do things Beard’s way now.

[liquidstar]

Between commissions I finally managed to finish this OC set of parent characters! If the looks aren't enough to show you who their kid is, the background colors match them ^_^ but of course more details below!

Name: Thuban

Name origin: The former pole star, before the north star (Polaris), it's name means "Large snake" and is referred to as the “Dragon's tail”

Pronouns: He/him

Age: N/A

Relation: Raised Polaris, though they're not related by blood and have a somewhat distant relationship, until he suddenly went MIA

Weapon: Spear (Same as Polaris's)

Ethos (Power): N/A

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Make no phallic jokes about the large snake thing and you'll be rewarded

Name: Ananke

Name origin: A moon of Jupiter, named for the mythological spirit of necessity, inevitably, and compulsion

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Relation: Bella's mother, she raised her to be a warrior

Weapon: Bardiche

Ethos (Power): Indomination (The ability to freeze the movement of objects and people, and lock them in place)

Flaw power is based on: Her strict enforcement of obedience through authoritarianism, and a lack of concern for the wishes of others

Notes: She believes in tough love. It's better in the long run to give your kid strength rather than affection.

Name: Rhea

Name origin: A moon of Saturn named after the Titan known as the mother of the gods

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 38

Relation: Saiph's mother, though she gave him up to the guild when he was very young

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Was unable to take care of a baby at the time, and gave Saiph to the guild. She wishes she'd visited beyond that but it's probably too late now...

Name: Arche

Name origin: One of Jupiter's moons, it's name comes from the muse of new beginnings and is associated with springtime

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 7

Relation: Saiph's half-brother. Neither currently knows the other exists

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: He's just a little guy. He likes flowers and playing with toys. He wants to be a cool hero like his dad

Name: Poerava

Name origin: A star in Tucana, the Maori word for a black pearl of mystical beauty and perfection

Pronouns: She/her

Age: -

Relation: Al's mom. She mostly raised him on her own while her husband was with the knights.

Weapon: None

Ethos (Power): None

Flaw power is based on: N/A

Notes: Probably the best parent of the bunch if we're being real.

[bibleofficial]

wallpaper is insane like u find a product w an ugly print ? wallpaper it. just multiple uncoordinated things put together ? wallpaper it. ugly door ? wallpaper it. ugly wall ? landlord won’t let me wallpaper it

[sisterpaxton]

It genuinely pisses me off that there's so many so-called nu metal fans that only ever obsess over korn and slipknot on here.

i see limp bizkit too but more so as a joke rather than actually being fans of the music. i dont even personally think of slipknot as nu metal, and ive been a lifelong fan of them and the genre.

plus slipknot fans on here are BY FAR one of the most obnoxious and weird fan groups. very jarring to see the things they say about joey since his passing was pretty recent.

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Young Love and Old Money

So I’ve been having a little plot brainstorm recently for this series and I know some of tou are particularly attached for William (cough cough @georgieluz) so I’ve made a new little love triangle moodboard because I’m sure you all know that Will is definitely making a return in future chapters. I’ve also have a fave claim for Will now in Jack Lowden.

For those of you who haven’t met Josie before or are up to date I’ll give you a little run down. So Josie comes from a well off background and used to live in Littlecote House in Ramsbury until the 101st Airborne took it over as their headquarters. Josie was engaged to be married to William Beaumont, the Lancaster bomber pilot, but she broke off her engagement after falling in love with the dashing Captain Nixon. Josie and Lewis married before he was shipped off to Normandy. Left alone and with nothing to do Josie trains with the Voluntary Aid Detachment (VAD) and is sent off to a field hospital in Holland during market garden. The war is tough on the couple but they rekindle their relationship on a trip to Reims shortly before the pair are moved out to the Ardennes.

Tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @yeahcurrahhe-e @lieutenant-speirs @sharpshootershifty @liberteuniteegalite @msmercury84 @blvestxr @dustyjumpwjngs @theflyingfin @jump-wings @kafka-ohdear @kmc1989 @mads-weasley @docroesmorphine @liptonsbabe @lena-basilone @sweetxvanixlla @hesbuckcompton-baby @ronsparky @allthingsimagines @whollyjoly @bucky32557038ww2 @panzershrike-pretz @xxluckystrike @malarkgirlypop @hanniewinnix

[pezpenser205]

the main reason i know im not femme in the slightest is bc i cant comprehend why anyone would Ever want to be feminine. i can understand neutral leaning fem, but the idea that people are born wanting to be feminine is appalling to me personally because femininity always felt like imprisonment and torture. it was and still is a restraint. a training weight i was forced to bear. i cant fully empathize or understand anyone who wants to be more feminine because i have never and will never want to be more feminine out of anything other than pressure or insecurity. im most comfortable being gender neutral, hairy and disgusting in old gym shorts and stained tshirts no matter how much insecurity it causes me. i dont care. im never dressing up all pretty for anyone elses benefit ever again. and i assume this is how people who want to be feminine feel about masculinity to some extent. if thats the case im super glad we could trade because holy moly

[primordial0riginator]

Artists who are happy to be commissioned for OC x canon are angels on earth

[phantomdraws]

I've done it, the only pride month art that's coming out of me this year(unless a miracle happens, which I kind of doubt 🧍‍♀️)

(hahahgaghagh this was so rushed but I honestly love how it turned out, and happy pride to both those who can and can't celebrate 🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈🎉🎉)