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lothiriel84 · 12 days

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AU. A slightly different take on the 'Margaret has no relation left in England who might take care of her after her father's death' scenario.

A North and South ficlet. Background John/Margaret.

It was over. There was nothing to be done but to own to his failure, and seek alternative arrangements for the comfort of those entrusted to his care.

With a peculiar sense of finality, Mr Thornton closed the ledger and leant back against his chair. Thank God Fanny was taken care of; his only regret was that he would no longer be able to keep his mother in the same comfort that was owed to her age as well as in gratitude for the many hardships she had once had to endure for her children’s sake.

As for Miss Hale, he would consult with Mr Bell as to what was best for her future. Surely Mrs Lennox was by now fully recovered from her recent confinement, and could be prevailed upon to welcome her cousin in her Corfu home; failing that, he knew Miss Hale had been corresponding with a relative of Mrs Hale’s residing in Cadiz, and it was to be hoped that this man, whoever he was, would think it his duty to provide for his young relation in her time of need.

It had been a very peculiar kind of torment, living in such close quarters with the woman he loved for months on end, knowing full well nothing might ever come out of it. Much to his secret shame, he remembered doing his utmost to talk his mother out of the idea, only to discover her unmovably determined to abide by the word she had given to a dying woman, and see to Mrs Hale’s orphaned daughter despite her own strong reservations against the young lady in question.

And so it was that Miss Hale had come to live with them at Marlborough House, like a ghostly Eurydice perpetually lurking at the periphery of Mr Thornton’s vision. He would not, could not look back at her; he loved her still, desperately so, and she was just as unattainable to him as on that day in the Crampton parlour, when she had let him know in no uncertain terms that she had always disliked him. It would never do for him to betray the full extent of his lingering affection; she was grieving, and a guest in his home – he was determined that she should never find out about his daily struggle with his own emotions, entirely inappropriate as they were.

It had been exhausting, even more so than his losing battle to save the mill, and he had thought at times he might be driven insane with longing and despair. He had fought with all his might, against his own heart as much as the unmerciful numbers stacked in his ledger, and had ultimately failed on both counts.

He would soon be out of business, and forced to send Miss Hale away, never to see her again. At his weakest, he had thought it preferable to the pain of being daily reminded of his unrequited feelings, of having to constantly check himself in her presence; now he knew there would be no greater punishment for him but to relinquish his role as Miss Hale’s protector, however unwilling taken upon himself at the outset.

It did not matter. It was out of his hands now, and that was a strange kind of relief, in some backward sort of way. He ought to be grateful to Miss Hale for refusing his offer of marriage, all those months prior; it meant he was now spared from the indignity of having failed a beloved wife as well as his dear mother, and Miss Hale never needed to know the indignity of finding herself tied to a husband so far below her in all essentials.

He would write to Mr Bell imminently, see to it that Miss Hale was taken care of.

If only he weren’t so unspeakably tired.

Finally giving in to the bone-deep weariness of body and mind alike, Mr Thornton laid his head on his arms, and slept.

Margaret knew instinctually that something was very wrong. Mrs Thornton was not in the habit of showing her emotions any more than Mr Thornton did, yet even her proud, haughty demeanour could not conceal the depth of her concerns on account of her son.

“Is it about the mill?” she ventured one evening as they were sitting in silence, both of them intent on their sewing. “I know I have no right to ask – indeed, you must think me most impertinent – I only wish to make myself useful, if at all possible.”

Mrs Thornton regarded her for a long moment, though not unkindly. “I thank you, Miss Hale, but I fear there is nothing you or I could do that would serve. As it is, my son is already looking for another situation, and I have no doubt he will see to it that you are safely delivered in the care of your relations abroad.”

For the first time since she had come to live in this house, Margaret could see right through the other woman’s stern facade, and her heart clenched in sympathy at the thought of all the hard times Mrs Thornton had had no choice but to endure. “I thank him, but I have no wish to quit Milton at present. I shall write to Mr Bell to make the necessary arrangements – he has ensured me time at time again that he would gladly assist me for my poor Papa’s sake, and I feel sure dear old Dixon would never think of deserting me in my hour of need.”

The truth was, she had been too wrapped up in her grief at the time to oppose any plan that had been put in place for her future; Mrs Thornton, on her part, had assured her with some asperity that this had been her late mother’s wish, and that she hoped she knew better than to shrink away from her duty, however unpleasant.

Margaret had not given much thought to the practicalities of living under the same roof with the man she had once bitterly rejected, and whose regard was now irretrievably lost to her. Once the initial outbreak of her grief had begun to settle into something more manageable, she had discovered just how painful his indifference could be at such close quarters, and lamented the loss of his good opinion nearly as deeply as she mourned that of her beloved parents.

Oh, he was unflinchingly polite, and would invariably make sure her every need was met; but he would not look at her, as if ashamed of the foolish passions he had once harboured for her. Many a time she had wished herself as far away from here as could be, but now she did not think she could bear the prospect of being forever parted from him.

“With your permission, I will go and write to Mr Bell directly,” she offered, scarcely waiting for Mrs Thornton’s acknowledging nod to slip out of the parlour and head upstairs.

As she walked down the passageway leading to her chamber, she noticed the light filtering through the door of Mr Thornton’s study; she paused, listening for any sign of activity inside, her hand reaching for the doorknob almost of its own accord.

A floorboard creaked under her step, and Mrs Thornton held her breath, dreading nothing more than discovery at such a time as this. Miss Hale, however, continued in perfect ignorance of her presence, intent on draping her own shawl around John’s shoulders – sprawled as he was across his desk, and fast asleep.

“Would that I could do anything to spare you from this misfortune,” she heard the young woman whisper as if in prayer, and watched on in stunned amazement as the bold thing tenderly pressed her lips to the top of her son’s head.

It had taken several months for Mrs Thornton to finally warm up to Miss Hale; she would now privately admit to misjudging the girl’s character at the outset, and had lately come to a begrudging sort of respect for her many qualities – all of that in spite of her lingering resentment for the pain she had once chosen to inflict upon her son.

When all was said and done, Miss Hale was as loyal as they came, and had given proof of uncommon inner strength for a southern lass. Proud she might be, and far too strong-minded for her own good; but if her time in Milton had taught the girl anything, it was to do away with her many prejudices, so much as to make Mrs Thornton reconsider her own in turn.

It had not been long into Miss Hale’s residence at Marlborough House that Mrs Thornton had begun to doubt all the aspersions that had been cast upon the girl’s character and morals. It had struck her then, that there could very well be a perfectly innocent explanation for the events at Outwood Station, and wondered that her son had not considered it, so taken with the girl as he clearly still was.

Never had she more regretted the promise Mrs Hale had obtained from her, God rest her poor soul, than upon seeing her son retract into himself day after day, haunted by Miss Hale’s very presence in his home. Not once had it occurred to her that the girl might have changed her mind after all, now of all times as the mill had failed, and John’s prospects were irretrievably ruined in the eyes of society.

As she quietly shut the door behind her, she marvelled at the caring look which had been plain to see on Miss Hale’s face, and it was with some considerable regret that she at last reached the conclusion that it would all be for nothing. Honourable man that he was, John would not offer for the girl again in his reduced circumstances, and Miss Hale could not remain indefinitely in Milton without the protection of either a husband or some family relation.

The strikers ought to be happy now, she pondered bitterly. Her son had lost everything he had strived so hard for, and her heart sank at the thought of him having to pick himself up from the bottom once more, wondering how he would ever find the strength to do so this time.

Mr Bell took a delicate sip of his tea, unobtrusively observing the mistress of the house as she instructed the servants to have their second-best guest room readied for the night. He could not say he was particularly fond of Mrs Thorntons’s authoritarian manner, nor of the sharpness of her tongue, but it so happened that she was a hardheaded woman and entirely devoted to her son, and he had come here prepared to trust her judgement on so delicate an issue as the one he had been called upon to settle.

“I will be entirely frank with you, Mrs Thornton – I had been hoping the matter would sort itself out, so to speak, and I’m disappointed in the young people’s lack of initiative when it comes to our current predicament.”

He did not squirm under her withering stare, but it was a near thing. “I expect this is the reason why you so readily agreed to the scheme, rather than making any real effort towards procuring a suitable establishment for your goddaughter in Oxford. I ought to have seen it at the time, though I must confess I did not think of it.”

“Can you blame me for wishing to see the child more permanently settled, before I am made to remove myself entirely from the equation? My doctor assures me it is a mere matter of weeks now – and although Margaret is to be my heiress, it would have eased my mind to leave her in the care of an honourable man, such as I know Mr Thornton to be.”

Mrs Thornton shook her head, and it struck him how changed she was from the last time he had seen her – more careworn, the weight of her son’s failure bearing down quite heavily upon her. “She would not have him, before, and he will not ask her again now that he is forced to give up his business. Had there been more time, perhaps – but surely you must see how Miss Hale is to benefit from the circumstances, and I hope I am not so bitter as to wish a future of poverty and drudgery on the girl, however mistaken I may have been on her character at the beginning of our acquaintance.”

Placing the teacup back on its delicate saucer Mr Bell steepled his fingers under his chin, and when he spoke again, it was with a kind of slow deliberation. “Mrs Thornton, I have here in my pocket two letters – one is from your son, begging me to take Margaret under my care and see to it that every effort is made towards ensuring her wellbeing; the other is from my affectionate goddaughter, expressing her fondest wish to remain in Milton at present, as well as appealing to my generosity for anything that might be done to alleviate Mr Thornton’s present circumstances. And here I stand, holding their future happiness in the palm of my hand – I have the power to tip the scales one way or the other, though I am loath to use it without receiving confirmation as to whether the young people’s inclination lie in that same direction.”

The ghost of a smirk touched Mrs Thornton’s lips, and then was gone. “You need not have wasted your time so. It is painfully obvious to anyone but Miss Hale herself that my son worships the very ground the girl walks on; as for Miss Hale, I fear she has got it into her head that John will no longer have her, and I would have long talked her out of this misapprehension, had it not been for the precarious state the mill was finding itself in.”

Mr Bell sat back more comfortably in his armchair, quietly considering his options. “It is settled, then,” he announced with studied geniality, narrowing his eyes in expectation of the lady’s reaction. “I shall make the bulk of my fortune over to Miss Hale, and that includes all my Milton properties. I trust the dear girl will know how to make good use of her inheritance, and that you shall no longer need to worry about your future, Mrs Thornton.”

“You must know my son has never taken kindly to charity, Mr Bell,” came Mrs Thornton’s pointed objection, which he all but dismissed with an airy wave of his hand.

“I have every faith in my goddaughter’s powers of persuasion,” he stated, and made to take his leave for the time being.

Higgins’ head shot up, and he eyed the Master with considerable interest. “The mill, you say? And the house, too?”

“Yes,” Mr Thornton nodded, his gaze fixed on the machinery sitting ominously still all around them. “She’s a great heiress now, Higgins. I expect she shall have the mill up and running in no time at all – that list of hands you presented me with, you’d better give it to her, for I know she’ll not rest until she has given back work to the last one of them.”

“What about you, then, Master?” Higgins prompted him, forgoing any attempt at subtlety. “What are you to do now?”

“I shall remove from Marlborough House presently,” Thornton replied quite firmly, his mouth set in a grim line. “I am looking into a suitable situation for my mother, and in the meantime, I trust Miss Hale will be so kind as to let her remain in the house until satisfactory arrangements can be made.”

Silence stretched on between them, with Higgins’ brains working furiously on the issue at hand. He knew well enough the Master wouldn’t take kindly on any interference on his part, but he was too fond of Miss Margaret to let matters stand as they were.

“Why don’t you ask her again?” he spoke somewhat bluntly, braving Mr Thornton’s ensuing glare with perfect serenity. “Or do you think it an accident that the lass never asked to be shipped off to her brother in Cadiz?”

“Her what now?” the Master nearly choked on the words, unobtrusively leaning back against one of the looms for support.

“Him that came over before Mrs Hale died,” Higgins clarified, and had to make a conscious effort to suppress a smile as he spotted a familiar figure approaching with a quick, determined step. “You may ask Miss Margaret there, I’m sure she’ll not mind giving you all the details now that her brother is safely settled in Spain.”

The alacrity with which Mr Thornton spun around spoke volumes of where his heart truly lay. “If you’ll be needing me, I’ll be in the carding shed, Master,” he announced, loudly enough for Miss Margaret to hear also.

When he emerged half an hour later, he did so in as quiet a manner as not to disturb the young lovers, locked in a tender embrace that would swiftly become the talk of all Milton, were it to be noticed by anyone but himself. He was by now well enough acquainted with Mr Thornton’s character to trust him with Miss Margaret’s reputation, and as for the lass, he knew she would never consent to any true impropriety.

Let the young people enjoy their happiness in peace, he mused to himself, even as he strolled out into the clear morning. His gaze was invariably drawn to the upper window at which Mrs Thornton was standing, looking down into the mill yard, and he made sure to touch his cap in a quick salute.

Their eyes met in brief understanding, and he saw Mrs Thornton’s stern features rearrange themselves into something close enough to a smile. He walked on, whistling a familiar tune, and eagerly anticipated the moment he would be called to offer his most heartfelt congratulations to the new couple.

#North and South #John Thornton #Margaret Hale #Hannah Thornton #Mr Bell #Nicholas Higgins #Margaret/John #alternate universe #canon divergence #historical inaccuracies #I don't even know #I wrote a thing

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Sinead Cusack on playing Hannah Thornton

Sinead Cusack is adamant that she is nothing like Hannah Thornton, her character in the passionate BBC One drama North and South.

"When was asked to play Hannah, I couldn't believe it," she avows, with genuine astonishment. "The first question I asked was, 'Why?' You know, you have this image of yourself and I think I'm a jolly Irishwoman; I sing a lot and laugh a lot and generally am quite sunny. I never thought of myself as dour, but obviously the casting people thought I was the right person, so I've got to re-evaluate now how I come across," she adds with a laugh.

And it is very difficult to find any sort of resemblance between the charming, humorous Irishwoman, with a thespian pedigree and a reputation as one of the UK's foremost classical actresses, and the forthright, northern industrial matriarch that she plays in North and South. Sinead goes on to admit that taking on the role of Hannah in the adaptation of Elizabeth Gaskell's love story did not come easily.

"I thought, 'this is a difficult one for me, a bit of a departure'. I've played the northerner before, but not often, and I've played powerful and tough women before, but never anyone quite like Hannah."

However, Sinead is clear that it was putting on the costume that really helped her to get into character.

"When I was in costume fitting for the first time, I looked in the mirror and was horrified by what I saw: this dor, matronly figure dressed top to toe in black bombazine."

As Hannah, Sinead plays the matriarch of the Thornton dynasty: a woman of formidable character who brooks no nonsense and runs a cotton mill in the industrial northern town of Milton with her son, John (Richard Armitage).

"The thing that defines her most is her co-ownership of the mill and her relationship with her son," she explains, "which is incredibly close. But the nature of the woman is that her emotions are always extremely reigned in. As far as Hannah is concerned, the passion that she feels for the mill, for her son and her way of life is crucial to her DNA."

But Hannah's affection for her son is poles apart from her relationship with the household's only daughter, Fanny (Jo Joyner).

"Her relationship with her daughter is lacking," outlines Sinead. "I wondered whether Fanny in some way reminds her of the husband who let her down and almost caused the ruination of the family. It's not good. It's almost like tolerance rather than an understanding. I think she's embarrassed by Fanny because she is frivolous and her values are completely alien to Hannah's and John's. Her values are to do with the exterior, the superficial, whereas with John and Hannah it's hard graft and being just and fair and committed - all of those northern values that define northern people."

Ask Sinead whether she thinks audiences will come to like Hannah, and she pulls no punches.

"I don't think Hannah's easy to love. John loves her, but he's the only person who does. I think she's frightening, she's judgemental and she's tough. But she is fair. Her relationship with Margaret (Daniela Denby-Ashe) is determined by her love for her son. I hope people will see that at the base of her character."

One person who certainly doesn't love Hannah Thornton is Margaret Hale, with whom Hannah has to vie for the affections of her son. There's no such tension between either of the actresses in real life, but Sinead believes she understands why Hannah sees Margaret as such a threat.

"What Mrs Gaskell has done is create something similar between Margaret and Hannah," she explains. "There is a central core of strength and certainty about their own ideas. Margaret's ideas, preconceptions and notions are put in disarray in the North. Hannah never does this. And maybe there is an element that John falls in love with the woman who resembles his mother, and their relationship is very close indeed."

#Elizabeth Gaskell #Noth and South #North and South 2004 #Sinead Cusack #Hannah Thornton

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Black Mirror: Season 6 | Official Teaser

Season 6 of Black Mirror will premiere in June 2023.

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cassianandfenrysaremyboyos · 11 months

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Fox's internal worry and urgency to get antiseptic on Hannah's cut is kinda oddly endearing!

#we love a man who worries about infection and cares about proper wound care lol #this is actually very cute #hook line and sinker #tessa bailey #fox thornton #hannah bellinger

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Todo puede pasar… “Black Mirror · Temporada 6”

Llega el tan esperado regreso de la serie de antología, creada por Charlie Brooker, que se reinventa con cada nuevo episodio.

· Joan Es Terrible Una mujer común y corriente descubre que una plataforma global de streaming ha lanzado una prestigiosa serie sobre su vida y es protagonizada por la estrella de Hollywood, Salma Hayek.

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· Demonio 79 Norte de Inglaterra, 1979. Una tímida asistente de ventas recibe instrucciones de cometer actos terribles para prevenir un desastre.

Estreno: 15 de junio de 2023 en Netflix.

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La temporada cuenta con las actuaciones de Aaron Paul, Anjana Vasan, Annie Murphy, Auden Thornton, Ben Barnes, Clara Rugaard, Daniel Portman, Danny Ramirez, Himesh Patel, John Hannah, Josh Hartnett, Kate Mara, Michael Cera, Myha’la Herrold, Paapa Essiedu, Monica Dolan, Rory Culkin, Salma Hayek Pinault, Samuel Blenkin y Zazie Beetz.

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So They Went to Cromer

AU. Margaret has no living relations who might take care of her after her father's death, and Mr Thornton feels compelled to beg his mother to do so in his stead.

A North and South ficlet. Background John/Margaret.

“She cannot stay here, John. People are already talking, and you know well enough the mill would hardly survive a scandal of these proportions.”

Her son merely scoffed at what he clearly perceived as a most trivial objection, and she knew from the stubborn set of his jaw that there was nothing she could say that would make him see reason. “The way matters are standing, I have very little hope as it is to keep in business much longer. Mr Hale was my friend, and I owe it to his memory to see to his daughter until alternative arrangements can be made for her comfort.”

Hannah shook her head but relinquished any further attempt at persuasion, at least for the time being. Conscious of her duties towards her unwanted charge, she took herself upstairs to check on that girl. She found Miss Hale precisely where she had left her, her tea untouched as she sat very still with a book in her lap, lost in contemplation of the magnitude of her grief.

“This will never do, Miss Hale,” she sighed, struck afresh by the unwelcome memory of those terrible days she had once spent in a daze of stupefied apathy, before her motherly instincts had finally spurred her into action. “We ought to find you some useful employment – you will feel better for it, I promise.”

She saw a shadow of recognition flicker across the girl’s ashen features. “You are right, Mrs Thornton,” Miss Hale murmured as she stood with aching slowness, and put the book aside. “I would not be more of a burden than I already am.”

If there was one thing Hannah felt sure of, it was that she quite disliked the seaside. So used had she become to being in charge of her son’s household, and helping with the running of the mill besides, that she found this state of forced unemployment quite unsustainable – and if it were not for John’s pleading entreaties that they removed to Cromer for the summer for his own peace of mind, she would not have hesitated to pack herself and Miss Hale on the first train to Milton.

She knew her son was finding Miss Hale’s continued presence in his house exceedingly difficult, despite all his protestations that he was merely concerned for her wellbeing as the orphaned daughter of his late friend, and they could not very well leave the girl to fend off for herself without any friend or relation to protect her. Mr Bell had initially offered to care for Miss Hale, but it had rapidly become apparent that the indifferent state of his health would soon prevent him from undertaking any such a commitment; although some mention had been made in passing of a relation of Mr Hale’s settled somewhere in Spain, there was no question of removing Miss Hale from England until she had recovered sufficient strength to face the journey.

Why Miss Hale’s mysterious lover had not come back to fetch her was something Mrs Thornton could scarcely account for; and while she would not think so badly of the girl as to suspect her of an illicit attachment, surely there had to be some serious impediment preventing the marriage.

All her careful enquires in that direction had yielded nothing but a melancholy declaration on Miss Hale’s part that she knew now she would likely never marry; her relation in Spain would take good care of her, and in turn she would look after his children as if they were her own, and be content.

“I cannot see why John does not offer for her and has done with it,” Fanny stage-whispered once her new husband had taken his leave of both ladies, and Miss Hale had wandered off to stare out to sea as had lately become her habit. “He thinks I do not know, but one ought to be blind not to realise he still cares for her.”

“Your brother will not thank you for meddling in his private business,” Hannah swiftly reprimanded her, and if her tone was more cutting than she meant to employ, it had more to do with her growing suspicions about the state of Miss Hale’s heart than with her daughter’s more immediate transgression.

“John is as much of a fool as Miss Hale is,” Fanny went on, undeterred. “It is not quite the thing, to provide for an unmarried young lady who is entirely unconnected to him – she cannot be blind to the impropriety of it, and yet, for all her pride, she does not object to it.”

“You will not mention any of this before Miss Hale, Fanny, and that is all there is to it,” Hannah commanded in such a manner as brokered no objection. Her daughter pouted, shrugged, and launched herself into a detailed account of all the delicate attentions her dear Mr Watson had seen fit to bestow upon her over the entire course of their wedding trip.

“It is my John, is it not?” Hannah demanded quite brusquely, her hand clasped around Miss Hale’s arm in a vice-like grip. “This man you always speak of with such regret, he’s none other than my son.”

The girl met her penetrating stare with a pensive glance of her own; but it was only for a moment, then her eyes went back to the perpetual movement of the waves crashing onto the seashore. “It does not matter. I have very little doubt he will soon find someone better suited to him – and I wish him every joy of it, for there is scarcely any other man more deserving of such happiness than he is.”

“Miss Hale, you do not know what you speak of,” Hannah shook her head in exasperation, the burden of a beloved son’s disappointment bearing down on her conscience like a millstone. “I know my son’s heart better than my own, and there is very little room in it but for the woman who once saw fit to reject him under no uncertain terms.”

“He told me himself, that he no longer cares for me,” Miss Hale acknowledged in a small voice, her quiet composure wavering only for a moment. “So you see, Mrs Thornton, he is quite safe from me.”

Mrs Thornton all but dismissed the notion with an imperious wave of her hand, and turned to face the girl more fully. “He will not offer for you again unless he is made aware of your changed opinion, Miss Hale. Indeed, he might not even then, because of the precarious state the mill is in – through no fault of his own, if I may add.”

“If he thinks any such consideration would prevent me from accepting him, then he does not know me at all,” Miss Hale declared with unanticipated passion, her cheeks colouring as she instantly regretted her forwardness.

Hannah regarded her for a long moment, and it was as if she was seeing the girl for the first time; then she nodded to herself, and accepting Miss Hale’s arm once more, they strolled back in a silence that was, if not companionable, at least no longer hostile on either part.

John had come at last to fetch them back to Milton, and there was something so distracted about his manner his concerned mother could scarcely refrain herself from enquiring about it.

“He was her brother,” her son uttered, as if in wonder, holding out a letter marked from Cadiz, Spain. “I have been such a fool, Mother, and now it is much too late.”

“Nonsense,” Hannah declared with unmovable conviction. “She is right here, and unmarried still. I have been wrong before, but I know for a fact she would more than welcome your addresses now. All you need do is ask, son, and you shall be given.”

“I cannot credit it, Mother,” he replied, slowly, and there was something exceedingly pained to his tone. “And even if by some miracle she has indeed come to care for me, how could I ever – she deserves so much better than to find herself tied to a failed mill Master, unable to provide for his own family in the manner any respectable man ought to.”

“I have every faith in you, son,” Hannah proclaimed, placing both hands on his shoulders. “And so you should have faith in God’s own Providence, and the strength of a woman’s true devotion through many a shared adversity.”

She saw his gaze drift, almost against his will, in the direction Miss Hale had walked off. “Her brother has a greater claim on her, you must see that.”

“Go to her, son,” his mother entreated him once more, and when he finally did, she found her lips curling in the faintest suggestion of a smile.

#North and South #Hannah Thornton #Margaret Hale #John Thornton #Fanny Thornton #Margaret/John #alternate universe #canon divergence #historical inaccuracies #I don't even know #I wrote a thing #(the title is a reference to 'Norman and Norma' by The Divine Comedy)

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El tráiler de la temporada 6 de 'Black Mirror' revela la fecha de lanzamiento y apunta a Netflix con la ayuda de Salma Hayek Pinault

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Cocaine Bear (15): Pablo Escobear on the rampage.

#onemannsmovies review of "Cocaine Bear" (2023). #cocainebear. Ludicrously gory ursine drama, but a whole lot of cinema fun! 3.5/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Cocaine Bear” (2023). Not since “Women Talking” (which I grant you was only two days ago) has a film’s title most accurately described the contents of a movie. It’s about a bear. And about cocaine. It’s about a bear that’s taken cocaine! Bob the Movie Man Rating(s): Plot Summary: A drug trafficker offloads a massive cargo of cocaine out of a plane while flying…

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Resident Evil: Bienvenidos a Raccoon City

Siempre lo he dicho, las películas de Resident Evil se han convertido con el paso de cada una, en un gusto culposo, pues a pesar de que se vuelven más inverosímiles y escasos de recursos aún así ahí nos tienen, viéndolas cada vez que se estrena… Y Resident Evil: Bienvenidos a Raccoon City no fue la excepción. (more…)

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Tell the truth, but tell it like it’s a lie. Ryan Atwood grows up, and his relationships grow up with him.

Magpie, Ryan Atwood & Sandy Cohen + Ryan Atwood & Kirsten Cohen + Ryan Atwood/Marissa Cooper

Going fast enough, there was motion to it, and shape. The wires dipped in-between the poles, then curved back upward, then back down again - a never ending parabolic curve, like a child's drawing of ocean waves. He would imagine different creatures running on top of the wires - tigers, pandas, lions, cheetahs, or even a little miniature version of himself - running and leaping, keeping up with the car. He'd follow the horizon this way too - holding up one of his toy army men and lining up its legs with the line where the land met the sky. On the interstate, outside of the city, driving past farms and craggy hills and suburban enclaves, bunches of houses crowded up in little clusters like fungus erupting through the cracks in a tree's bark - everything looked like a toy. Like he could roll down the window and just scoop everything up, pull the whole world inside to look at it closer.

Encountering the Nova, Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean

Galaxies of women, there doing penance for impetuousness. Debbie and Lou meet cute.

somebody else's wallet, Danny Ocean/Rusty Ryan

When you look at another man for too long, you risk giving several things away.

What Really Happened with Marco, Danny Ocean/Rusty Ryan

Rusty visits Danny's grave, and remembers. Meanwhile, everyone has a story to tell about Danny and Rusty.

in the meantime, wait and see, Oliver Putnam/Charles-Haden Savage

Mabel Mora loves her old guys dearly, but she is getting tired of them sabotaging each other’s love lives.

1/3 Of What You're Saying, Theo Dimas/Mabel Mora

She dreams of puzzle pieces again, that first night at Theo’s. (Mabel and Theo as roommates, figuring it out.)

An Ingenue Looks at Seventy, Loretta Durkin/Oliver Putnam

Maybe this time, Loretta will get everything she ever dreamed of. Or at least a bigger piece of it.

ignition, Theo Dimas/Mabel Mora

“So, do I need to be worried about you getting with a murderer too, or can I reserve that particular worry for Charles and Charles alone?” Or, everyone seems to know before they do.

Dark Days Coming, Ethan Chandler/Vanessa Ives + Ethan Chandler & Vanessa Ives + Vanessa Ives/Hecate Poole + Ethan Chandler/Hecate Poole

Hecate makes a plan.

Somebody to Watch Over Me, Wendy Darling/James Hook

The Hook she had made up would never smile at a girl as if she were the most interesting person in the world and then tell her that of course, he would patiently await her decision.

Growing Pains, Wendy Darling/James Hook

Wendy knew Hook wasn't propositioning her to join his crew out of the non-existent goodness of his heart. Enchanting his eyes might be, but the coldness in them seeped right into her bones.

The Sixth Statue, Gen, Piranesi | Matthew Rose Sorensen + The House

Matthew Rose Sorensen explores the House.

The Reality of Shadows, Gen, Sixteen | Sarah Raphael

"And when he remembered his old habitation, and the wisdom of the den and his fellow-prisoners, do you not suppose that he would felicitate himself on the change, and pity them? Certainly, he would. … Yes, he said, I think that he would rather suffer anything than entertain these false notions and live in this miserable manner." - Plato, The Republic

The Waters below the Nineteenth Eastern Hall, The House + Piranesi | Matthew Rose Sorensen

Between the Eleventh and Fifteenth days of the Sixth Month in the Year the Albatross Came to the South-western Halls, there are days for which nothing was recorded. To fit into that space: a reflection on certain surprising Elements of the House.

lay my heart down, Bodhi/Johnny Utah

“Hey,” Bodhi says, soaked right down to the bone. “Room for an old friend?” Johnny takes a step back like he’s seen a ghost. “What the fuck?”

Ways to Disappear, Charlie Cale/Original Female Character

Charlie finds a place to stay awhile.

#yuletide #yuletide 2023 #north and south #the oc #ocean's 8 #ocean's eleven #only murders in the building #penny dreadful #peter pan #piranesi #point break #poker face

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Official episode posters for season 6 of Black Mirror

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cassianandfenrysaremyboyos · 11 months

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Fox and Hannah have only been in each other's company for five minutes and he is already so gone for her!

#it's cute #hook line and sinker #fox thornton #hannah bellinger #tessa bailey #he still has a way to go to make up for the no female friends thing but this is an ok start

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If I had to cast North and South in 2023...

Look, I am still enamoured of my 1990s choices, but this post asked, and you know that sometimes I love a challenge, but not as much as torturing myself, so, wouldn't miss an opportunity to do both at the same time!

Let's go then:

Isa Briones as Margaret Hale

Margaret is the most described character in the novel. She's said to have large, soft, dark eyes, a big mouth, very dark straight hair, and a proud and defying air. Her figure is full but lithe, and she's also said to be tall.

Matthew Lewis as John Thornton

He's not as extraordinarily tall and bulky as Thornton is supposed to be, but I think he has the big lad energy with the child-like smile and the unremarkable face defined by the lines around the mouth that is so essential to the character from the book.

Hannah Rae as Edith Shaw-Lennox

Keeley Hawes as Mrs Shaw

I just think she deserves more fun mom-aunt roles, that's all. And we love to include Gaskell veterans (Wives and Daughters 1999)

Anthony Howell as Mr Hale

Mr Hale is a very difficult character to cast. He's a tall man, described more as beautiful than handsome, with large, dark, soft eyes like those of his daughter, and a general air of melancholy about him. I also, as I said, love casting Gaskell veterans in Gaskell stories (another Wives and Daughers 1999)

Anna Madeley as Mrs Hale

I thought of Anna Madeley and Keeley Hawes in terms of two women that can look like sisters, and one that can play a softer, more likely to be sick one.

Kaine Applegate as Frederick Hale

Perhaps not the sailoring beauty he should be, but I emphasized an attempt to a likeness between him and Mrs Hale, with the corresponding likeness between Mr Hale and Margaret.

Will Poulter as Henry Lennox

Yes, he does look a bit like 2004!Lennox, but he is about the age and he also has the sort of shrewd, calculating, not devastatingly handsome face the character is supposed to have.

Matthew Beard as captain Lennox

Not much to say here. Someone who could look like the prettier brother of Will Poulter.

Daisy Edgar-Jones as Bessie Higgins

I think this actress has the softness and the haunted look that can make of Bessie an affecting character rather than a Dickensian caricature.

Joseph Mawle as Nicholas Higgins

Look, I love Joseph Mawle, okay? And I think he can play both the desperate sadness and the dry pride.

Caroline O'Neill as Mrs Thornton

I picked her because having someone from Manchester is idea, but I also tried to bridge Fanny's proud beauty with the touch of worried care and sterness Mr Thornton and his mother share.

Lucy Fallon as Fanny Thornton

Jack Davenport as Mr Bell

Wait, wait, listen, it might sound weird and out of place, BUT, if you have seen this man do the sort of British stinging "am I joking or am I not" line delivery you know he can do it. Besides, I love Jack Davenport, and I need more Jack Davenport in period dramas. I said.

#North and South #Elizabeth Gaskell #long post

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King crab fisherman Fox Thornton has a reputation as a sexy, carefree flirt. Everyone knows he's a guaranteed good time--in bed and out--and that's exactly how he prefers it. Until he meets Hannah Bellinger. She's immune to his charm and looks, but she seems to enjoy his... personality? And wants to be friends? Bizarre. But he likes her too much to risk a fling, so platonic pals it is. Now, Hannah's in town for work, crashing in Fox's spare bedroom. She knows he's a notorious ladies' man, but they're definitely just friends. In fact, she's nursing a hopeless crush on a colleague and Fox is just the person to help with her lackluster love life. Armed with a few tips from Westport's resident Casanova, Hannah sets out to catch her coworker's eye... yet the more time she spends with Fox, the more she wants him instead. As the line between friendship and flirtation begins to blur, Hannah can't deny she loves everything about Fox, but she refuses to be another notch on his bedpost. Living with his best friend should have been easy. Except now she's walking around in a towel, sleeping right across the hall, and Fox is fantasizing about waking up next to her for the rest of his life and... and... man overboard! He's fallen for her, hook, line, and sinker. Helping her flirt with another guy is pure torture, but maybe if Fox can tackle his inner demons and show Hannah he's all in, she'll choose him instead?

#book: hook line and sinker #author: tessa bailey #genre: romance #genre: contemporary #year: 2020s

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Rating Nancy Drew Game Moms for Mother’s Day:

Every mom starts out 5/10 for being mom

(Warning: these are just my opinions and I’m a silly lil guy so)

(Oh and spoilers I guess)

Kate Drew (Nancy’s mom)

10/10

-3 hid things from her family because she was a spy and she dies for it :(

+3 SPY MOM

+5 teaches her daughter about how loved she is and about the beauty of music and poetry and helping others

Camille Hurley (doll mom)

10/10

-5 didn’t have kids

+10 OH MY GOSH THATS NOT HER FAULT SHE WANTED THEM SHUT UP SHE HAS HER DOLLS AND WE LOVE HER FOR THAT

Ethel Bossiny (Jane’s tutor while her mother is gone)

6/10

-5 never breeded

+7 breeds chaos consistently

-5 or teaching Jane to be in a cult

+5 for upholding family tradition!

-2 scary as all hell

+4 helps teach Jane life skills and academics while her parents are gone

-3 look where that got her

Linda Penvellyn (Jane’s step-mom)

8/10

-5 Jane has only been in her life like a couple months and hates her

+8 stays even when her husband is not around and she is depleting mentally and physically due to the strain and literal curse this child is putting on her

Renee Penvellyn (Jane’s mom)

7/10

+5 Jane’s favorite mom

+2 opera singer!

-1 hard divorce :(

-4 literally isn’t around and this affects child quite badly

Mrs. Petrov (Linda’s mom)

10/10

+5 literally gets a detective to go investigate why her daughter wasn’t feeling well

-2 doesn’t go herself

+2 would probably fight the entire Penvellyn family (including Mrs. Drake) for her and that’s goals

Mrs. Drake (plant mom)

10/10

+3 loves her plants more than people

+2 won awards for best plants

-1 feeds people to her plants

+1 feeds her plants people

Marion Aborn (“fill-in” mom for Emily)

1/10

-10 not a mom

+10 fills in when Emily’s mom died

-10 basically a literal kidnapper and thief

+1 makes pie

Ezra Wickford (Dexter’s adoptive… dadmom)

8/10

-5 not mom

+10 invented chocolate milk

-4 dexter’s daddy issues

+2 the scrapbook

Kasumi Shimizu (Yumi and Miwako’s mom)

8/10

+5 literally the glue that held their family together

-2 died

Whomever mothered Lori Girard

0/10

-5 clearly did bad

Jing-Jing Ling (my mom)

10/10

+5 makes fresh-baked cookies every day made of love

Charleena Purcell (mother of all romance novels)

8/10

+5 changed Fatima’s life forever

-3 bad at fan interactions

+1 has an illustrious air about her which is the perfect condition for romance novels

Miles the Magnificent Memory Machine (Joy’s Robot Thing)

10/10

-10 is a consciousless robot

+2 made with love and the purpose of distributing love and advice to Joy

+10 even bad memories have a place in a good life

+2 the one consistent thing in Joy’s life even when it may annoy her

+1 I will cry

Rita Hallowell (cat mom)

8/10

+5 for literally being the most iconic duo

-2 Usher becomes a legend for constantly wandering aimlessly at Waverly likely seeking his mother after her death

Hannah Gruen (Nancy’s housekeeper)

10/10

+5 caring for Nancy when her mother died and being wonderful always

Emily Griffen (dog mom)

0/10

-5 USED DOGS FOR NEFARIOUS PURPOSES

+2 probably got dogs from the pound and fed them when no one else would

-2 SPECULATION

Sally McDonald (dog mom)

10/10

+2 takes dogs in even when already stressed in life

+1 keeps all of them

+2 has a lots of land for them to play and be friends and have good doggie lives

Rosalie Thornton (Clara’s mother)

0/10

-3 won’t freaking tell her kid who her father is and then dies

-2 look where that got her!

Clara Thornton (Jessalyn’s mother)

3/10

-5 MURDERS HER COUSIN!!

+1 this point is from Charlotte cause I feel like she would think the guilt this woman carries about that is punishment enough

+3 literally loves her daughter so much truly

-3 lies consistently to her daughter

+2 she has trauma and her family history is kinda disgusting and has been disgusting to her… I kinda get it

#nancy drew games #clue crew #mother's day #rating nd characters #video game characters #Mother’s Day

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We Are All Fools in Love

A North and South ficlet. What-if. John/Margaret.

Back in Milton, Mr Thornton went straight to the mill, silent and desolate as it was; as providential as Miss Hale’s business proposition had proved to be, it did nothing to change the fact that he had failed, and although grateful for her kindness, he felt bitterly the mortification of being indebted to her for the retaining of his former position.

It had all been done properly, of course, with Mr Lennox acting as Miss Hale’s legal advisor, and quite possibly as someone who might soon be expected to share a very personal interest in her financial affairs. And for all that it was apparent how much Mr Lennox disapproved of the investment – on personal grounds, if not economical ones – Miss Hale would not be swayed, in her passionate concern for the welfare of all the hands he had been forced to dismiss on the closing of the mill.

This, at least, he could do for her; he would give back work to all those who had signed their name on Higgins’ petition, and more besides, once he managed to get the business up and running again. He would be a fair Master, and do everything within his power to ensure that the mill would not fail again. And when Miss Hale did marry, as he felt sure she would do soon enough, all his foolish hopes would be put to rest once and for all; he would think of her as his landlady and business investor only, and nothing more.

Mrs Thornton welcomed the newcomer with icy politeness tinged with a healthy dose of relief that her son was not there for that woman to crow over. She was deeply conscious of the great service Miss Hale had provided in offering the capital John required for the restarting of his business, yet somehow resented the power it gave her to lord over him in such a manner as would be insupportable for any man as proud of his independence as she knew her son to be.

“He’s not here,” she spoke as plainly as was her custom, foregoing any of the usual pleasantries that were expected in the presence of one they owed everything to. “He has many obligations calling on his time, as I am sure you will understand.”

Miss Hale nodded gravely, her eyes trained on the dainty, ladylike hands she kept demurely folded in her lap. “Perhaps it is better this way. Mrs Thornton, there is one more thing – I know you will not like it, but surely, for your son’s sake,” there she faltered and paused, as if gathering her courage. “I have given it a great deal of thought, and I have decided to make this house over to you, as a token of my gratitude for the services rendered by your family to my poor mother and father. Mr Thornton needs not be informed for now, as I am sure he would be difficult about it, but it would give me great comfort to know that he needs not worry about finding another situation, should the mill be faced with more trouble in the future.”

It took all of Mrs Thornton’s considerable willpower to restrain herself from expressing just how insulting such an extraordinary proposition was, as much for herself as for her son’s good name. “I do not wish you to think me ungrateful, Miss Hale, after everything you have done to rescue the mill – but we do not need your charity, and you must see that it is as impossible for me to accept your offer as it would be for my son.”

“It has nothing to do with charity,” Miss Hale insisted, her lip now trembling under some strong emotion she was striving to hold back. “You once accused me of not knowing the man I rejected, and you were right; I have come to esteem him for the honourable man that he is, and while it is too late for us to fix the mistakes of our past, I only ask to be afforded the small consolation of knowing him safe from any such reduced circumstances as you both had to endure in the past.”

A much unwelcome realisation dawned upon Mrs Thornton then; that this young woman she had despised for so long was not as disinterested in her efforts to rescue the mill as her son seemed determined to believe. For all that several years had passed, with many a hardship to endure on her part, she too had once been young and in love, and for a time, in doubt of its return. And Miss Hale, for all her faults, appeared singularly unaware of any enduring regard on John’s part, for all that she herself, as his mother, would as soon have doubted that the sun would rise again on the morrow.

“I ask that you call back tomorrow morning, Miss Hale,” she forced herself to speak, out of the great love she bore for her son. “I shall have an answer for you then.”

Margaret set out for Marlborough Street as early as was deemed acceptable for a morning call. She knew it would take a great deal for Mrs Thornton to agree to her scheme, and indeed, she had kept the particulars of it from Mr Lennox as well, as much out of discretion as her instinctive conviction that Henry would stop at nothing in order to prevent her from wasting Mr Bell’s inheritance on a failed manufacturer from the North. If only Henry could guess at her true motivations – but no, there was no risk of that, as she had spared no effort to conceal her regard for Mr Thornton from the world, knowing that nothing could ever come out of it.

The mill would soon reopen, and in time, Mr Thornton would once more turn his thoughts to matrimony, as was only natural for a man of his age and position in life. Margaret, for her part, could only pray that he would bestow his affections on a worthier object this time, and find the happiness that was no longer open to her. There had been a moment, when he had called on her in Harley Street, in which she had almost dared to hope – but he had been polite and distant, and then Henry had arrived, and all conversation had turned to business matters alone.

Mrs Thornton was detained, she was informed by one of the maids upon her arrival, and was promptly shown into a back parlour that was somewhat less imposing than the one she had been received in only the day before. There was a posy of yellow wild roses on a small table, and she was at once reminded of Helstone – of everything that once was, and could never be retrieved.

So absorbed she was in the contemplation of all that had passed beyond her grasp in the past two years alone that she did not hear the door open, nor the approaching steps that were nothing like Mrs Thornton’s.

“Mr Thornton!” she exclaimed at length, even as he knelt before her, reaching to take both of her hands in his with a kind of slow, solemn determination that had her trembling with sweet foreboding. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Mother told me – no, it is no matter – Miss Hale, you must know there is only one way I could ever be persuaded to accept any such gift from you, though I am aware I have no right to speak to you in this manner, after so material a change in our respective circumstances.”

“You have every right,” she whispered, her eyes suddenly filled with tears. “John.”

The sound of his Christian name coming from her lips had such a profound effect on Mr Thornton that he seemed unable to speak for a moment. “Margaret, take care – if you do not send me away – Margaret,” he murmured, almost feverishly, the warmth of his breath causing her to shiver in anticipation of what was to come. On a strange, reckless impulse, she closed the distance between them, and neither of them spoke again for quite some time.

#North and South #John Thornton #Hannah Thornton #Margaret Hale #Margaret/John #what-if #alternate ending #I wrote a thing

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