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Collage and construction, Gillan Jason Gallery, London, 1982 [Roe and Moore, London]
Feat.: Austin Cooper, Prunella Clough, Michael Ginsborg, Gwyther Irwin, John Jackson, Dick Lee, Ken Oliver, Victor Pasmore, Ceri Richards, Bruce Russell, Rita Smith, Carol Wyatt
Exhibition: September 10 – October 16, 1982
#graphic design#typography#card#exhibition#austin cooper#prunella clough#michael ginsborg#gwyther irwin#john jackson#dick lee#ken oliver#victor pasmore#ceri richards#bruce russell#rita smith#carol wyatt#gillan jason gallery#1980s
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Good morning, I guess
sometimes the family is a sexy cop and a half-dead gambler-dentist and his badass wife
#docatt#doc holliday#wyatt earp#life and legend of wyatt earp#big nose kate#polyamory#throuple#the life and legend of wyatt earp#doc x wyatt x kate#hugh o'brian#myron healey#carol stone#old west#western#1950s#1950s films#my art#my tombstone art
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Alright, Garcy fans, I've been considering that AU engaged idea of mine some more and I honestly think it would work so well. There is a lot of ideas I recall from back when I was so obsessed with the show I was helping with the saving of it and planning the saving of it and all that ... anyways I remember Garcy fans loving the idea of Flynn sneaking into Lucy's lectures before he stole the mothership.
It is rather true that we don't get a lot of things concluded within the series but thats okay this is why fanfic exist. So, lets say we go with this idea of upon the return from the Hindenburg with Lucy getting back home and learning all this new shocking things about her changed life ... we also get Flynn getting a phone call, from Noah (lets no take the Carol route, she wouldn't put herself that close that early - and its clear in the show that Rittenhouse has a means of monitoring the changes).
Noah is very likely a Rittenhouse member as well - it would make sense that Carol Preston wants her kid engaged to and having a future with another Rittenhouse member, keep that 'royal' line going. We never even got Noah's last name for all we know he was actually a direct line descendant of the Rittenhouse family. Which honestly, would go in line with some of the stuff we saw later in the series. Anyways, back to the AU stuff .... basically the returns happened. Lucy walking through her door calling for Amy. Jump to Flynn back as well and walking through his bunker or wherever he's landed, a phone starts ringing.
Back to Lucy, calling for Amy, heading through her house. Back to Flynn, diary in his hand. Maybe Anthony behind him in the background going for the phone on the table - confused as he looks at it, maybe one of the other goons doing this. Then back to Lucy as she finally gets that turn point where its her mom and not Amy and she's stunned because her mum is well. Then back to Flynn and someone telling him the phone is for him, he's turning because who calls him. He doesn't know anyone who would want to call him. Not here, not in the present. They only have a phone for needs of the mission and honestly he cant deny his goons a chance for untraceable calls to their families if they ever asked - he'd get asking.
This sort of thing just keeps repeating and repeating bouncing between the two - I could see it on the screen. Playing and playing. Until its Carol Preston asking about Lucy's ring and Noah on the line with Flynn asking him out for beers, making a joke about bachelor days (but not making it clear whose bachelor days - Noahs or Flynns?)
Then jump into the Lincoln episode and all that chaos. Flynn processing having a friend/person/someone close enough to want to get beers with him in his life. Lucy processing the loss of her sister and gain of a fiance. Rufus and Wyatt trying to figure out how to help Lucy process her sister being gone. Because how do you help someone just disappearing - not dying just never existing - and they dont even know she's engaged yet. And not to mention that she so easily just seemed to shove it aside when the history date was mentioned and jumped into the mission like it was so easy, and they dont get that.
Then of course, you have the encounters that would happen that mission. Lucy with Robert Lincoln, talking to him, and the way that Flynn would engage with her. The conversations. Her frustration. His boiling under the surface of "WHY DIDNT SHE WRITE ABOUT NOAH?!" And just all of that. Only for the mission to be over and them to get back and Noah is bringing him to a house, a nice house, and Lucy is returning home - her mother frustrated she is late to her own party and how dare she ask about her father on this day - and Lucy is turning from that because she cant and there in the doorway he stands. Noah's left him to go find her mum - update her of course its his job - and she's just there staring at Garcia Flynn in her house and all he could say is
"I guess its me who is getting engaged not Noah." and all she can say is
"You have got to be kidding me"
#Garcy#Garcia Flynn#Lucy Preston#she still doesnt tell rufus and wyatt#because how do you tell them you are engaged to the enemy#also can you imagine how annoyed Carol must be at this point#like Rittenhouse made the event Flynn created work and ensured Lucy future still#Carol was healthy and Lucy engaged to the handsome doctor#leave it to Flynn to still muck that up on her
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As it's Timeless' 7th birthday, I decided to start a(nother) rewatch today 😁
Pilot: interesting time-travel premise and opening ep.
I didn't (and still don't) find it one of the strongest eps in S1, it's a little run-of-the-mill until we get to the last Hindenburg section as seen in the above gif.
The instant chemistry between Lucy and Flynn and the intriguing chat about her diary grabbed me by the throat and pulled me in.
Also the twist at the end for Lucy!
I also took an instant liking to Rufus and an instant dislike/distrust of Mason and Denise. I wish we'd seen more of Stiv too.
It does always grate on me as to how dismissive Lucy and Wyatt are of the casual racism of the 30s towards Rufus in this ep, they don't really seem to notice and certainly don't acknowledge it!
I would also like to thank the costume dept for putting Goran Višnjić in a tank top for one scene ❤️ they sure knew what they were doing with his wardrobe in this show 😁
#timeless#timeless 7th anniversary#timeless s1e01 pilot#lucy preston#rufus carlin#wyatt logan#garcia flynn#denise christopher#connor mason#jiya marri#carol preston#amy preston#stiv#kate drummond#anthony bruhl#hindenburg
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Character Actress
Carol Thurston (born Betty Lou Thurston; September 27, 1920 – December 31, 1969) Film and television actress who played the fictitious Emma Clanton in eight episodes (1959-1961) of the ABC/Desilu western television series The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp.
In 1949–1950, she was cast in two episodes, "Finders Keepers" and "Masked Deputy," of the western series, The Lone Ranger. In 1952–1953, she performed in six episodes in different roles of The Adventures of Kit Carson. In 1954, she appeared in the episode "Sequoia" on the syndicated Death Valley Days, a western anthology series. In 1955–1956, she was cast as Mrs. Cora McGill in "Paper Gunman" and as Annie Brayer in "The Salt War" of another western anthology series, Frontier, on NBC.
Thurston had other guest roles in the 1950s on such series as Sky King, Soldiers of Fortune, The Rough Riders, 26 Men, Behind Closed Doors, Highway Patrol, Westinghouse Desilu Playhouse, and The Man and the Challenge. She was cast twice on the Richard Boone series, Have Gun - Will Travel, and once on CBS's Rawhide as Waneea in the 1959 episode, "Incident of the Power and the Plow".
Other than The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp, her last television role was as Jenny Larson in the episode "Murder Plays it Cool" in the syndicated legal drama series, Lock-Up, starring Macdonald Carey. (Wikipedia)
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: Timeless (TV 2016)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Garcia Flynn/Lucy Preston, Garcia Flynn & Karl
Characters: Garcia Flynn, Lucy Preston, Karl (Timeless), Wyatt Logan, Jiya (Timeless), Denise Christopher, Rufus Carlin, Connor Mason
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, AU S1 Flynn doesn't go to jail, AU Lucy still gets kidnapped by Rittenhouse, Flynn and Karl rescue her, Hollywoodland events don't happen, Alternate start of S2, Bunker family is nice to Flynn and Karl, No Lyatt here, Mild warning for claustrophobia, Timeless from Flynn's POV, Garcy
Summary:
Garcia Flynn doesn’t get arrested; arrives back at the location of the Mothership just as Emma is stealing it. Lucy still gets taken by her mother/Rittenhouse, and Flynn and Karl are the ones who bust her out. All three of them go to the bunker and fight Rittenhouse with Wyatt, Rufus, Connor, Jiya, and Agent Christopher, arriving at the bunker prior to the events of the original timeline of 2x01. Lucy consequently doesn’t go to WWI France with her mother, and she also doesn’t have her fling with Wyatt in 2x03 since she is already falling for Flynn.
#garcy#fanfic#timeless#garcia flynn#flynn x lucy#lucy preston#jiya marri#rufus carlin#wyatt logan#connor mason#rittenhouse#lifeboat#emma whitmore#carol preston#denise christopher#karl
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Mandatory can I get Wyatts opinion about Carol
Of course!
Wyatt thinks she's ok, she's nice and there's a familiarity because she's also from the "real world", he rejects her offers for tutoring as he can handle it himself but other than that i see them being on good terms! :) Even if he rejects the tutoring he does admire her passion for learning, they can relate to each other with that.
#Thanks for the ask!#It took me a while but shh#Twst oc#Other characters#Carol ann#Wyatt Ark#Answered
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Carol & Is it Friday yet ?
#† Queue Know I Can't Let You Win † ( Queue. )#† They Used To Call Me ' Bambi ' !!! † ( Carol Wyatt. )
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goonflower st masterlist
TERFS DO NOT INTERACT! FREE PALESTINE - WHILST REMEMBERING TO REMAIN CRITICAL AND MINDFUL OF ANTISEMITES JUMPING IN ON AND EXPLOITING THIS MOVEMENT! BILLY HARGROVE STANS DO NOT INTERACT!
my top liked posts
the sapphic bff vs love triangles (wenclair and ronance)
ronance and damie parallel (au idea)
nancy wheeler textposts (except they get progessively sadder)
why nancy dove after steve (anti stancy explaination)
nancy reaction to steve's confession (anti stancy)
ronance in 5 minutes
nancy's homoerotic friendships (ronance & bancy)
the homosexual nancy love triangle (ronance & bancy)
ronance defense and breaking down critisms
(gay) wheeler siblings appreciation
the prevailing misunderstanding of nancy's character
stancy hate post
about the nancy "the slut" wheeler sign
closet case carol & tommy
free natalia dyer from st*ncy
the nancy punch scene/realisations abt barb? (bancy, comphet nancy, anti stancy)
jane/el appreciation post (the way she loves)
nancy's pov of the will byers situation
the inherent (tragic) romanticism of bancy
"she let me hit bc" robin speech bubble
my moodboards
(feel free to request more, especially for sapphic or lgbtq+ ships/characters or stranger things ships/platonic dynamics/characters. i am busy with school but i'll try to get to them)
one: wenclair
two: ronance
three: bancy
four: byler (updated: with noah schapp removed and replaced with my fancast wyatt oleff)
five: ronance hunger games au
six: elumax
seven: lumax
eight: elmax
nine: ronance percy jackson au
ten: pjo oc - daughter of poseidon/medusa
eleven: bancy as patrochilles
twelve: rejanis
my comphet nancy wip
an exploration of nancy's jealousy over robin from a different angle, where she's jealous of robin&barb rather than robin&steve. featuring slow burn annoyances to friends to lovers ronance and past bancy.
snippet one
snippet two + moodboard
my ships
ronance
bancy
lumax
elumax
byler
rejanis
villaneve
cadina
fetchen
#masterlist#nancy wheeler#ronance#robin buckley#anti stancy#bancy#barb holland#stranger things#moodboard#sapphic#wlw#lgbtq#terfs dni#anti billy hargrove#self promo#tiktok
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hi! i'm buffy, a brand new indie roleplayer that focuses on writing as canon characters from my favourite fandoms! while my blog is no where near finished yet, i thought i would make a starter/plot call for when i'm ready! while i only write as canon characters, i will happily write against ocs and i'm crossover friendly (within reason). i've never done indie before and so please bare with me as i get to grips with it and learn the ropes.
i'm still setting up my muse directory, but i thought i would compile a list of the muses i write as under the read more.
if you're interested, please like this post and i'll come say hi in your dms!
addams family
gomez addams
morticia addams
buffy the vampire slayer
anya jenkins
buffy summers
cordelia chase
faith lehane
spike
tara maclay
willow rosenberg
charmed
chris halliwell
cole turner
daryl morris
leo wyatt
paige matthews
phoebe halliwell
piper halliwell
prue halliwell
wyatt halliwell
gen v
andre anderson
cate dunlap
emma meyer
jordan li
marie moreau
god of war (2018/ragnarok)
freya
kratos
grey’s anatomy (only up to season 11)
addison montgomery
alex karev
amelia shepherd
april kepner
arizona robbins
callie torres
cristina yang
derek shepherd
izzie stevens
jackson avery
jo wilson
lexie grey
maggie pierce
mark sloan
meredith grey
miranda bailey
owen hunt
stephanie edwards
teddy altman
marvel (mcu)
bruce banner
bucky barnes
carol denvers
clint barton
eddie brock
gamora
jane foster
kate bishop
loki
may parker
natasha romanoff
pepper potts
peter quill
sam wilson
steve rogers
thor
tony stark
valkyrie
wanda maximoff
yelena belova
pirates of the caribbean
elizabeth swann
jack sparrow
will turner
snowpiercer (netflix)
andre layton
melanie cavill
stranger things
jim hopper
joyce byers
twilight
edward cullen
emmett cullen
jacob black
rosalie hale
van helsing (netflix)
axel miller
dracula
ivory
jack van helsing
vanessa helsing
violet van helsing
the boys
annie january
billy butcher
frenchie
hughie campbell
kevin moskowitz
kimiko miyashiro
margaret shaw
mother's milk
the mask of zorro/the legend of zorro
alejandro de la vega
elena de la vega
the mummy
ardeth bay
evelyn o'connell
rick o'connell
the witcher (netflix)
geralt of rivera
jaskier
triss merigold
yennefer of vengerberg
underworld
david
lucian
michael corvin
selene
sonja
#indie rp#indie 1x1#indie roleplay#indie starter call#indie plot call#greys anatomy rp#btvs rp#charmed rp#marvel rp#mcu rp#the witcher rp#stranger things rp#twilight rp#the boys rp
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A Charming Carol
For Meli @perhapsblues for the 2023 Charmed Secret Santa. Happy Holidays and I hope you like your story! (Sorry it's a little late, I ended up with a ton of family stuff, plus this story got a little out of hand length-wise.)
Note: I am not Wiccan or Pagan and have never celebrated Solstice, so I did a little Google research while writing this story to get an idea of Solstice celebrations. They seem to vary a lot, but I made sure to include candles for light and acknowledge the importance of the shortest day of the year. Any outright errors are entirely my own.
Christmas Past
Prue didn’t know how it happened. One minute she was standing in the kitchen, checking the Book of Shadows to make sure she’d added all the potion ingredients right, and the next she felt a blast of heat at her back and was hurtled forward, just managing to catch herself on her hands as she fell to the kitchen floor.
“Ow.”
She scrambled to her feet, ready to yell to the rest of the house that she was fine. But there was no inquiring shout from either of her sisters. In fact, the house was oddly still, with the only sound she heard now being the distant notes of … was that the Trans Siberian Orchestra?
Perplexed, Prue glanced behind her at the kitchen’s island counter to see if the potion had exploded.
The potion was gone. So was the pot it had boiled in and the smattering of leftover ingredients.
And so was the Book of Shadows.
“Oh no,” Prue said. “Oh no, no, nonono. PIPER!”
She stood frozen, staring at the empty counter. How had the Book of Shadows disappeared so quickly and how had she not realized it, and was it the potion or was it a demon or was it….?
“Hey, Mom’s not here right no—who are you?”
Prue whirled around to see two tall young men, one blond, one brown-haired, and instead of bothering to ask them what the hell they were doing in her kitchen, she just raised her hand to throw them out.
Only the blond one immediately brought up a shield of blue light, which seemed to deflect Prue’s powers. Both men—boys really, she could see now how young their faces looked—stared at her with wide eyes. “Aunt Prue?” the brown-haired one said.
“Aunt … Prue—what now?” Prue blinked several times.
“Oh, I think she got blasted here from the past,” the blond one said to the other. “Did Mom ever mention anything to you about this?”
“Rules of time travel, Wyatt, how do you always forget?” the brown-haired one said. “If it goes right, they don’t remember anything when they go back to their own time.”
The blond rolled his eyes. “’I’m Chris and I know all about time travel because an alternate version of me went back in time and saved my big brother,’” he said in a mocking voice.
“Well, I did. You’re welcome.” The brown-haired one turned back toward Prue. “Aunt Prue? How you doing?”
“Not good,” said Prue. “Because I’m not your aunt. I’m not anybody’s aunt. You’re just two demons who shimmered into my house and stole my book and now are trying to trick me by claiming to be family, which, by the way, get a better story next time because I’m not convinced.”
She punctuated this with another sweep of her hand, which she hoped would toss them across the room. Instead, it just made their shield flutter a little.
Even that seemed to alarm them. “She’s powerful,” said the blond in awe.
“Yeah, we knew that already,” said the other. “Listen, Aunt Prue, we really are your nephews, you’re just in the future. In the year 2023. And the Book’s upstairs in the attic, like always.”
“Why should I believe you?” Prue demanded.
“Believe this.” The brown-haired boy tossed something rectangular shaped, which sailed harmlessly through the shield and which Prue caught automatically. She glanced at it. It had a picture of the two boys on it under the digital time—6:00 p.m. exactly—and in the top left-hand corner was the date. Dec. 21, 2023.
She held up the rectangular thing. “What is this?”
The brown-haired one nodded impressively. “That’s what a cell phone looks like in the year 2023.”
“Well, it doesn’t flip open.”
“They tend to not, anymore.”
Prue looked wildly around her. Now that she was paying attention to something other than the Book being gone, she noticed subtle changes to the kitchen. The egg yolk yellow paint on the walls had been replaced with a soft, muted gray. Piper’s snarky hand towels hanging on the oven had been replaced with different towels that were still snarky but didn’t have curse words. The photos on the fridge were sleeker and featured a veritable herd of mostly dark-haired children she’d never seen before.
“I’m … in … the future?”
“Yep,” said the blond. “Now we’ve got to figure out how you got here and how to get you back.”
Prue tried to sound sternly maternal. Or aunt-like. Whatever. “Where is your mother?” She frowned. “And who is your mother?”
“Piper is our mom, Leo is our dad,” said the blond. “I’m Wyatt, and this is my little brother Chris.” Chris held up one hand in a casual wave. “He’s a pro at the whole time-travel thing.”
“And Mom and Dad are visiting Aunt Phoebe right now,” Chris said. “She’s living in a loft downtown.”
Prue let out a bark of laughter. “Phoebe lives in a loft? Who’s paying for it?”
“She is,” Wyatt said brightly. “She’s a celebrity now.”
Prue opened her mouth to say something sarcastic, but then stopped herself. Phoebe had been working hard lately to get her life on track. If everything Chris and Wyatt said was true, then she was succeeding … had succeeded … would succeed?
The point was, she didn’t need her big sister second guessing her.
And Piper and Leo had made it. Prue felt the beginnings of something warm fill her stomach. “So … so you two are … the next generation? Which means … we survive.”
Wyatt opened his mouth, but Chris stepped on his foot. “Yes, Aunt Prue,” Chris said. “The Charmed Ones survived.”
Wyatt lowered the shield and gave her a quick, cautious smile. Prue didn’t miss the way his eyes darted to Chris’s. There was something the boys weren’t saying.
But Prue knew better to interrogate. For one thing, they were limited in what they could say, due to the whole butterfly effect. For another, she probably wouldn’t be able to remember any of this anyway once she got back to her time. And for the last thing, she had more immediate problems.
“Great, so.” She wracked her brains, trying to think what to do next. “This has been fun meeting you and everything, glad to know your parents make it work—and your Whitelighter shield is very impressive, Ch—Wyatt, sorry, it’s Wyatt, right? But we’re in the middle of a major demon hunt—Belthazor, the Triad, the Source—so in order to make sure you two get born and don’t have demons breaking down the door every day, we need to get me back to the year 2000.”
“Agreed,” Wyatt said brightly. “Chris can help you with that.”
***
It turned out working with her nephew was a lot like working with her sisters, except Chris actually listened to her.
“Don’t worry,” he said grinning when she made a comment about it. “It’s only Wyatt I don’t listen to.”
He also had the same power as Prue did, which he demonstrated by closing the attic door with the same casual hand wave she did.
“Cool,” Prue said, grinning. “Can you astral project too?”
“No, but I can orb.” Chris frowned. “Astral projection. What if it was your astral projection powers that interfered with the potion to send you to our time?”
As they’d headed to the attic, Prue had explained to Chris the spell she’d been working on in 2000. A time management spell—with everything going on, the manor had needed a little organization, dammit.
But Prue didn’t think astral projection would have anything to do with that spell. “I move through the astral plane, not time,” she said.
Chris held up one finger. “But time is different in the astral plane. Especially on nights of concentrated magic. Like, say, December 21?”
Prue frowned. “Okay, I didn’t think of that.” She peered down at the Book. It was much thicker in 2023 than it had been in 2000. She pointed to a passage. “And I probably used too much cayenne pepper, which could have reacted with my powers—”
“—And mistletoe—”
“And all of that together on a powerful night like the winter Solstice caused a time travel blip,” Prue finished. “Ok, note to self: no more cooking with cayenne on Wiccan holidays.”
“Better leave the cooking to Mom anyway,” Chris said, closing the book. “Simple accident should require a simple solution. Luckily, I’m an expert at the spell you need to travel through time.” He took a piece of chalk and began sketching a large, long shape on the wall while Prue watched.
While he worked, Prue opened the book and began paging through it, pausing to look at spells and creatures she didn’t recognize.
“It’s nice to know all this keeps going,” she said. After I’m gone, she added in her mind. It hadn’t escaped her notice that almost none of the new spells were in her handwriting. She was torn between wanting to ask Chris how much longer she had and being terrified of the answer.
She looked up to see Chris had drawn a giant triquetra on the wall. “If you call your mother and Phoebe, we can do the Power of Three spell,” she said.
“We don’t need to,” Chris said. “This is my own spell, sort of.” He frowned as he stepped back. “Unless you want Mom and Aunt Phoebe.” He looked at her uncertainly.
Prue chose her words carefully. “How would they react to seeing me?”
Chris gave her a small, understanding smile. “I think they’d be really happy to see you.”
***
Christmas Past
The last time Phoebe approached the manor with this much trepidation, she’d been twenty-two years old and coming home from New York with no money to pay for her cab.
Now she was anxious about seeing the same person—but in a completely different way.
Leo was in the front seat driving, with Paige in the passenger seat. Phoebe sat in the back with Piper, who grabbed her hand as they turned into the driveway.
Paige had offered to orb them, but Phoebe wanted some time to ground herself. More than twenty years as San Francisco’s preeminent advice columnist, and never once had anyone written her asking what to do when their dead big sister shows up from 2000 and asks to see her.
Leo parked the car, and they all got out silently. Phoebe was still holding Piper’s hand.
They got to the door. “Should we knock?” asked Phoebe.
Piper scowled, looking for a moment like her old self. “It’s my house, I’m not knocking.” She opened the door.
They were greeted by Wyatt, sitting on the bottom step playing on his phone. He looked up and flashed them a grin as Piper and Phoebe came in, followed by Leo and Paige. “Where is she?” Phoebe asked, suddenly desperate to see her.
“In the sitting room with Chris,” Wyatt said. “He made her stay put because she was pacing so much.”
Phoebe started running.
She skidded to a halt in the living room, causing Piper to nearly crash into her. Prue jumped off the couch and for a moment, they all stared at each other.
It was like looking at a video of a Christmas past. Prue looked thirty years old, her dark hair long and lustrous, wearing a tight t-shirt with cookies and milk on it that said I PUT OUT FOR SANTA. She was beautiful. She was home.
Then the Halliwell sisters all squealed like a bunch of teenagers and crashed into each other in a hug.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Phoebe said, smushed between her two big sisters.
“I can’t believe I’m here,” Prue said. They all squeezed tighter, giggling and sliding on Piper’s slick floor. After several long moments, they let go and Prue blurted out, “You guys look so old!”
“Hey, watch who you’re calling old, lady!” Piper said, but there were tears running down her face. Prue kissed the top of her head, and Piper fit her head in the space between Prue’s neck and shoulder, looking like a little girl again.
“I heard you finally got your restaurant,” Prue said.
“Yeah, after demon vanquish number 60 million.”
Phoebe leaned her head on Prue’s other shoulder, and Prue brushed some of her hair out of her face. “And you’re giving people advice for a living?”
Phoebe stiffened. “Surprised?”
“Not at all. I … actually feel like I should have seen it coming.” Prue seemed thoughtful.
Phoebe sniffed. “Well, I’m the one with the power of premonition.”
“And … empathy and levitation?”
“Eh.”
Prue finally looked away from her sisters to the rest of the people gathered in the living room. Chris and Wyatt were standing back like they didn’t want to intrude on an emotional moment, but Leo and Paige were in her line of sight. Prue grinned. “Hey, Leo. Looking good.”
Leo let out a laugh through his front teeth. “Thanks Prue. It’s good to see you.”
Prue disentangled herself from Phoebe and Piper and pulled Leo into a long hug. When she released him, she turned to Paige. “And you must be Paige.”
It had been a long time since Paige looked uncertain, but as she cast a quick glance at Piper and Phoebe, she reminded Phoebe so much of the first time they’d met that for a moment Phoebe wondered if they weren’t the one who had time traveled. She gave Paige as encouraging a smile as she could, and her baby sister squared her shoulders and turned back to Prue. “And you’re the famous Prue. It’s … really great to meet you.”
She held out her hand, but Prue shook her head. “Sisters hug,” she said firmly, and Paige laughed as the two embraced.
“So Chris and Wyatt explained everything to you?” Piper said shrewdly as they two women released each other.
“Yes.” Prue pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She looked exactly the same as the last time Phoebe saw her—thirty years old, beautiful, and much more confident than the rest of them. “I kind of figured it out when I noticed none of the new spells in the Book of Shadows were left by me.” She took a breath and let it out slowly. “I was upset, at first, but mostly I just want to see you guys.”
“What time are you from, exactly?” Paige asked.
“December 21, 2000,” Prue said. “Exactly twenty-three years ago.”
“Wow,” Phoebe said. “We’re so old.”
“Belthazor just killed the Triad, and then you killed Belthazor,” Prue said, gesturing to Phoebe who tried not to wince. Somehow, she had never thought about how the last Christmas she’d spent with Prue, she’d been lying to her. “And now we’re trying to deal with the Source. And Piper and Leo are on probation, but it looks like that works itself out.”
“Yeah, after a couple of hiccups,” Piper said.
Leo held out his hand, and his wife took it with a small smile. “It was worth it, though,” Leo said, bending to kiss her.
“And you’ve got amazing kids! I mean, I can’t believe that Chris wrote a working time travel spell that doesn’t even require the Power of Three,” Prue said.
“Yeah, and that spell is ready whenever you are,” Chris volunteered from the corner where he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Wyatt.
“Oh, you don’t have to go now, do you?” Phoebe blurted out.
“Yeah, it’s Christmas!” Piper said. “You can stay for Christmas!”
“Or at least Solstice,” Paige said. “I mean, the power’s going to be really easy to tap into until midnight, so we have a few hours, and even after that we can still get you back, whenever you want. I mean, if you want,” she added. “I know we all look different and you just met me and you probably want to get back to your own time, but … I’d love to get to know my big sister.”
“I do need to get back,” Prue said. “But I think it can wait a few hours.”
“Then let’s do Solstice and Christmas!” Phoebe said. “I have the candles and all the shopping’s done. I can have the girls bring over the presents.”
“Yeah, Henry can bring over ours,” Paige said.
“But I haven’t done the baking yet!” Piper said.
“We’ll just order pizza,” said Wyatt.
“Pizza? On the Solstice? In my house?” Piper said. “Who raised you?”
What followed was a flurry of activity. Piper went to the kitchen to bake cookies and canapes (though Wyatt still ordered four pizzas for everyone). Phoebe and Paige got on the phone with their respective husbands to tell them what was going on and that Christmas would be a couple of days early this year so they could spend it with Aunt Prue. Within an hour, the house was filled with the sound of children’s shrill laughter and the smell of Piper’s baking.
Witches and Wiccans celebrate Solstice a variety of ways, but since the Charmed Ones celebrated it and Christmas—and since demons still tended to crash any bashes they threw—they kept their celebrations simple. As the sun set, they gathered in the living room to light a candle and pass it around, each saying what they were thankful for and expressing their hopes for the coming season of light.
Piper tried to get Prue to start, but Prue patted her knee. “I think it should be you, since you’re the head of this family now.”
Piper’s eyes filled with tears, but she gave Prue a quick smile and began to speak, talking about the importance of the shortest day of the year. As they moved from the darkness of winter toward the light of spring, she said, it was important to hold onto hope and remember what all they had.
“This year, I’m thankful for our family, like every year,” Piper said. “For my wonderful, loving husband. For my talented boys. For my spirited nieces and nephew. For my supportive brothers-in-law. And for my sisters, who have always been there for me.” She glanced at Prue. “Especially when I didn’t expect them.” She continued. “And my hopes for the new year are that we will all stay together and remember how—” her voice caught. “—how lucky we are to have each other,” she finished tearfully, and then quickly passed the candle to Phoebe.
Phoebe took it and spent a silent moment centering herself, like always. “This year, I’m thankful for the peace and joy we’ve had together as a family. For my beautiful girls. And I’m thankful for this time I get to spend with Prue.” She beamed at Prue, who had tears running down her cheeks. In fact, almost everyone in the family was crying now, so Phoebe decided to lighten the moment. “And I hope next year I make lots of money.”
Everyone chuckled, and Phoebe quickly added, “And I hope that we all grow stronger and more confident in our power and our love for one another.”
She passed the candle to Leo, who passed it next to Chris (“I’m thankful I finally get to meet Aunt Prue so we can bond over our kick-ass power.”) and then to Paige (“I’m thankful to meet Prue and find her as warm and down-to-earth as I always hoped, while still being the hot, bad-ass goddess I was always a little intimidated by.”) and on and on until finally Prue was the last one holding the candle
“I’m thankful for this opportunity to see my family,” she said. “To see what we become.” Her voice caught, just like Piper’s had. “And I know now that I don’t have much longer left, but … I am so happy to see the legacy we have. And I’m sad, but I’m not afraid.”
She handed the candle back to Piper, who said, “So mote it be,” and blew out the candle.
Food and a much less quiet, more chaotic Christmas celebration followed. No one had bought presents for Prue, of course, but she still somehow ended up with elf ears, a sparkly Santa hat, several pieces of both store-bought and homemade jewelry, Parker’s old phone, and a lap full of chocolate coins. Phoebe and Paige’s kids sat around her in a circle listening to her tell stories while Piper filled and refilled everyone’s plates and Wyatt made a circle of white lights float over the Christmas tree.
As midnight approached, the younger children nodded off on the living room floor, while the men started discussing football. The sisters retreated to the kitchen to help Piper clean up.
Prue put an arm around each Piper and Phoebe. “I just want to say I am so proud of you guys.” She glanced at Paige. “And you too, although it sounds like you were always going places.” Paige grinned.
Phoebe put an arm around Prue. “We couldn’t have done it without you,” she said in a slightly higher voice, the kind she used to use when Prue was alive.
“Yeah, not without our big sister,” agreed Piper.
“Also, not to give too much away about the future—”
“I already know I die—”
“But you have some kickass astral projection stuff coming up. Also a demon wrestling match.”
“Ugh,” Prue said. “That makes me feel sore just thinking about it.”
“And Piper’s going to table dance!” Phoebe added.
“Don’t tell her that, it’s bad enough living through it once,” Piper said.
At midnight, the sisters, including Paige, went upstairs to the attic with Chris. To Phoebe’s surprise, Prue gave her nephew a tight hug. “Proud of you, kid,” she said.
Chris grinned broadly.
Another round of hugs went between the sisters. Everyone was crying again.
“I’m going to miss you so much,” Piper said, squeezing her eyes shut and burying her face in Prue’s shoulder.
Prue sniffed and wiped a tear from her cheek, but said, “You’ll see me again. Just, like, summon my ghost or something.” Piper let out a watery laugh as she released her.
She hugged Paige next. To Phoebe’s surprise, Paige was crying too. “It’s been so great meeting you,” she squeaked through her tears.
“You too,” Prue said, squeezing her tightly. “I’m glad to know the Charmed legacy is in such good hands, though.”
Last, she hugged Phoebe. Phoebe sank against her, inhaling the smell of her perfume that brought back memories of being in college and confused and in love with Cole and in awe of Prue. Prue kissed her hair. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered in Phoebe’s ear. Phoebe could only blubber unattractively.
Finally Prue stepped back and smiled at all of them. “I love you guys.” She looked at Chris. “I’m ready.”
Chris handed her the Book.
“Hear these words, hear the rhyme, heed the hope within my mind,” Prue read slowly. “Send me back to where I’ll find what I wish in space and time.”
The triquetra on the wall suddenly glowed blue, and all the air in the room seemed to hum. Prue gave them one last smile, turned to the portal, squared her shoulders, and walked through the shape on the wall.
There was a sound like a gust of wind. And then Prue was gone.
***
Christmas present
Prue ended up back in the kitchen, looking at a now empty bowl of potion, trying to figure out both what had happened to it, and if she’d just had some sort of dream, and if those two things were related.
She raised her wrist to push her hair back and saw a childlike bracelet she’d never seen before around her wrist. Between pink and purple beads were some with blocky letters that said PEYTON.
“Peyton?” she said.
At that moment, Phoebe walked into the room. Her hair was blond and she was twenty-four. “My finals are supposed to be posted tonight, and I have no idea how I did,” she groaned, helping herself to one of the early Christmas cookies Piper had left cooling on the table after an afternoon of baking. “Are you prepared to continue supporting me if I flunk out and have to do college all over again in another two years?” Prue continued to stare at her bracelet. “Who’s Peyton?”
A small suspicion was growing in Prue’s mind. “Did you cast a time travel spell?”
“No, why?”
Prue held up her wrist and shook it. “Because I just time travelled. How else do you explain this?”
“Usually you don’t remember time travel,” Phoebe said. “Why do you think you went back again?”
“Something about too much cayenne in this potion… maybe? I don’t know, I just have a feeling, that’s all.”
Phoebe sat on the table and dangled her legs. “Do we need to go to the Book?”
“No, I … I think we should fine, as long as it doesn’t happen again.”
“Well, do you happen to have a feeling about my exams?” Phoebe said hopefully.
She meant it as a joke, but Prue looked at her, beginning to smile. She wasn’t quite sure why, but she was absurdly proud of her little sister.
Phoebe reached up to her face self-consciously. “What? Do I have something on my nose?” A small smile crept across Prue’s face. “No. But I think your exams are going to be just fine.”
#charmed#charmed secret santa 2023#happy holidays!#prue halliwell#chris halliwell#phoebe halliwell#as well as others but i would say those are the main three#i will give this another edit and post to ao3 by the end of the day#@perhapsblues#long post
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Timeless re-rewatch - s1e02 (because I have no willpower)
Th Assassination of Abraham Lincoln: so a lot of the US eras/events that Timeless visited, I didn't know much about, being a Brit. However, I did know a fair bit about Abraham Lincoln's end which helped in this ep.
As someone with a keen interest in historical fashion and an occasional costume maker, I love that we get to see Jiya helping Lucy into her 1860s undergarments 👍
Paperweights - you think Connor? 😆
I do love the Timeless intro with the date travelled to each ep featured. Simple but effective.
I like the plotline with Rufus (or Denzel Washington 😁) and the soldiers of colour.
First sighting of Karl, yay! Followed by the the world's worst Irish accent and the world's worst game of Operation 😆
Lucy goes tovthe train station and gets a date for the evening, but there's still more chemistry in the following scene with Flynn, even when they are yelling at each other 😁
Love that dress on Lucy, really want to make a cosplay of that one day 😍
I was unaware of the plot to kill Grant and Seward alongside Lincoln, so that was interesting to learn on first viewing.
The show is certainly not afraid of making Flynn the definitive bad guy at this point, making him kill Abraham Lincoln sermed a bold move! I love that Lucy managed to foil his attempts to change the timeline by killing , even though she's about half his size! The looks on both of their faces when he bursts in though 😱
"I wish I could have saved your father" "There was nothing you could have done" Guilt trip!
The paperweights seem to be working well 😁
I love the looks at the revised histories that they do in most eps and how members of the timeteam sometimes appear in them.
Double bombshell for Lucy at the end 😱😱 She deals with having a sudden fiance she's never met before way better than I would have done!
Starting to get bad vibes about Carol Preston there too 😒
#timeless re-rewatch#timeless#timeless s1e02#timeless - the assassination of abraham lincoln#lucy preston#rufus carlin#wyatt logan#garcia flynn#jiya marri#denise christopher#connor mason#carol preston#noah wyle#noah#abraham lincoln#robert todd lincoln#john wilkes booth#karl
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2023 READING LOG
JANUARY
-> Books:
HURSTON, Zora Neale; Their Eyes Were Watching God
WILLIAMS, Tennessee; A Streetcar Named Desire
-> Essays & articles:
CHRISTENSEN, Joel; How do chatbots dream of electric Greek heroes?
DYHOUSE, Carol; Why Are We So Afraid of Female Desire?
EDWARDS, Stassa; A Little Madly: Hysteria at the Moulin Rouge
HOOKS, bell; Romance: Sweet Love
LAING, Olivia; NYC blue: what the pain of loneliness tells us
LIEBERMAN, Jeffrey A.; “The Miracle Cure”: A Brief History of Lobotomies
LORDE, Audre; The Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power
SHUSHAN, Gregory; Near-death experiences have long inspired after life beliefs
STADONILK, Joe; We’ve always been distracted
TÁÌWÒ, Olúfémi; The idea of ‘precolonial Africa’ is vacuous and wrong
WYPIJEWSKI, JoAnn; How Capitalism Created Sexual Dysfunction
FEBRUARY
-> Books:
DOUGLASS, Frederick; Narrative of the life of Frederick Douglass
WINTERSON, Jeanette; 12 Bytes: How We Got Here, Where We Might Go Next
-> Essays & articles:
BLACK, Bob; The Abolition of Work
BURDEN-STELLY, Charisse; How Black Communist Women Remade Class Struggle
COBB, Michael; Bigmouth Strikes Again
GOODLAD, Lauren M.E.; Now The Humanities Can Disrupt “AI”
HALBERSTAM, Jack; Towards a Trans* Feminism
HARVEY, Katherine; Medieval babycare
ROTHFIELD, Becca; A Body of One’s Own
RUKES, Frederic; The Disruption of Normativity: Queer Desire and Negativity in Morrisey and The Smiths
STRINGER, Julian; The Smiths: Repressed (But Remarkably Dressed)
VENKATARAMAN, Vivek V.; Lessons from the foragers
MARCH
-> Books:
AMADO, Jorge; Gabriela, Clove & Cinnamon
-> Essays & articles:
ALEXANDER, Amanda; Making Communities Safe, Without the Police
BOURDÉ, Guy; The philosophies of history
ELLIOTT, John H.; An Europe of composite monarchies
ERNAUX, Annie; A Community of Desires
HARCOUT, Bernard E.; Policing Disorder
JABBARI, Alexander; After the mother tongues: what we lost with Persianate modernity
MANTEL, Hilary; Anne Boleyn: witch, bitch, temptress, feminist
MANTEL, Hilary; Holy disorders
MANTEL, Hilary; Night visions
MANTEL, Hilary; No passport required
MANTEL, Hilary; The shape we’re in
MINER, Horace; Body Ritual among the Nacirema
RUSSEL, Francey; What It Means to Watch
WEBB, Claire Isabel; Cosmic vision
APRIL
-> Books:
MISHIMA, Yukio; Sun and Steel
OLADE, Yves; Bloodsport
-> Essays & articles:
BATESON, Gregory; A Theory of Play and Fantasy
CÉSAIRE, Suzanne; The Great Camouflage
CHARALAMBOUS, Demetrio; The Enigma of the Isle of Gold
DAVID, Kathryn; How Stalin enlisted the Orthodox Church to help control Ukraine
SINGLER, Beth; Existential Hope and Existential Despair in AI Apocalypticism and Transhumanism
WYATT, Justin; The Smiths, Pop Culture Referencing and Marginalized Stardom
-> Short stories:
ELLISON, Harlan; The Man Who Rowed Christopher Colombus Ashore
SAYLOR, Steven; The Eagle and the Rabbit
MAY
-> Books:
PLUTARCH; Life of Sulla
-> Essays & articles:
BRAUDEL, Fernand; Clothes and fashion
CHAMPLIN, Edward; Nero Reconsidered
GARTON, Charles; Sulla and the Theatre
HAY, Mark; The Colonization of the Ayahuasca Experience
HSU, Hua; Varieties of Ether: Toward a history of creativity and beef
PROBYN, Elspeth; Cannibal Hunger, Restraint in Excess
STAR, Christopher; How the ancient philosophers imagined the end of the world
TELUSHKIN, Shira; Meet Eva Frank: The First Jewish Female Messiah
#reading log#articles#essays#reading recommendations#reading recs#feminism#psychiatry#leftism#communism#anarchism#race#nationalism#imperialism#anthropology#anti-work#the smiths#tech#ai#ecology#religion#occult#bob black#thomas sankara#hilary mantel#audre lorde#bell hooks#annie ernaux
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do you think anne's grudge motto might've been inspired by margaret of austria's?
I think it’s more likely than not, although I’m not especially invested in any particular theory on whether or not that was her direct inspiration. Unfortunately, the most recent verdict on the motto in Hunting the Falcon was fairly credulous of Paul Friedmann’s recount of this, which was extremely credulous of Chapuys’ spin on the matter (“This Stupid & Silly Slut Forgot That This Was Archduchess Margaret’s Motto First AND She Sketched A Family Tree Which Promoted Her Relative William Bullen To A KNIGHT, CAN YOU BELIEEEVE…” why Anne would feel the need to completely invent an illustrious lineage for one single relative, when she literally had royal ancestors is…hard to say? & Chapuys’ retelling of there being an army of courtiers who shouted ‘Vive Burgundy!’ at her turned back or that of her servants in that livery would stretch credulity even if that same dispatch hadn’t included that rather petty and otherwise unsubstantiated claim… there was considerable opposition to Anne becoming Queen, but most literal courtiers were more circumspect about their loyalty, for the sake of self-preservation if nothing else; they weren’t usually so overt).
I’m limited to answering this on my phone since my computer is acting up atm, but here are some germane excerpts on the topic:
The Afterlife of Anne Boleyn: Representations of Anne Boleyn in Fiction and on the Screen. Stephanie Russo.
(“With a degree of admiration” is a rather generous edit of/spin to/interpretation of Chapuys himself , as an aside, particularly considering the other details of the said dispatches…
Among the Wolves of Court: The Untold Story of Thomas and George Boleyn, L. Mackay)
The Final Year of Anne Boleyn, Natalie Grueninger
There are many alternate possibilities: Anne adapted the motto from the carol mentioned, or the writer adapted the motto in their verse, knowing it would resonate with Anne. There’s another, that the livery was embroidered with the quote to hint that Anne herself was soon to perform the song, and that it was retired not out of embarrassment, but rather, that the intent had always been temporary (a holiday motto for a holiday performance?).
Graven with Diamonds: The Many Lives of Thomas Wyatt, Courtier, Poet, Assassin, Spy [Nicola Shulman]
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APPS.
is that tyler lockwood on bourbon street ? the 42/44 year old werewolf who stay in the bayou ? i heard they are married to gabriela chavez. they are notoriously known for being inventive and undeviating but also cantankerous and impetuous. which is probably why they are considered the lockwolf around town. i wonder if they had their tarot cards reading, yet? either way, the cards on the table will reveal their fate soon enough.
QUOTE.
"and i'll choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, i'd find you and, i'd choose you." tyler lockwood
AESTHETIC.
army green jacket, amber gold hues, morning dew seems sweeter with you, our scars tell a story, smudge dirt on denim jeans , secrets hidden on pages
GENERAL DETAILS.
full name — tyler lockwood. / name meaning — builder; doorkeeper. / nickname — ty . / age — forty-four. / gender — cis male. / pronouns — he/him. / species — werewolf. / neighborhood — bayou. / occupation — investigator assistant, and a proud owner of a bed and breakfast in the bayou.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.
face claim — michael trevino. / hair color and length — dark brown, short length. / hair style — click. / eye color — brown. / height — 6′ 0″ (183 cm). / tattoos — n/a. / piercings — n/a. / clothing style — form fitting t shirts, button down - collard shirts, warm fleece army green pocket jacket - click, , brown leather watch - click, wedding band - click, boots or sneakers.
PERSONILTY
label — the lockwolf. / positive traits — inventive, undeviating. / negative traits — cantankerous, impetuous. / zodiac sign — aquarius. / tarot card — the chariot. / moral alignment — neutral good.
FAMILY.
father — charles lockwood. / mother — carol lockwood. / sibling(s) — none; uncle(s) — mason lockwood./ wife - gabriela rosza./ children(s) open./ extended family — click.
BACKGROUND.
tyler left mystic falls after the death of liv parker.
while tyler taught new werewolves how to embrace their werewolf side, it resulted in him embracing his calling.
tyler eventually started his own pack again, as he tried to find purpose to the gift he was given. yet, he still had nightmares about the wedding.
tyler later met gabriela who he thought was beautiful. he was drawn to her instantly, and more so he was amused by her brutal honesty, which he found refreshing and rare, and not too long later he proposed.
later his leadership was questioned and even challenged when one of the members showed their indifference of following a leader who would marry a demon.
challenged, they fought and tyler won. after his victory he told his pack that he would still step down if they wanted him to;; and told his pack that if they didn't accept her, that meant that they didn't accept him.
his pack voted amongst each other, and agreed to keep tyler as their leader.
later tyler married gabriela rosza in the forest - click , among his pack, family and friends, and soon started their family having four kids.
tyler often traveled to find other packs; and find new healing and teaching methods before he settled down in the bayous and started a bed and breakfast, called mansion madison. the name of the bed and breakfast was named after his daughter. the bed and breakfast was meant to help traveling werewolf.
tyler lived a happily married life with his family, and created a great community amongst his people.
tyler develop an unlikely relationship with a new orleans city cop, during a hunt when wyatt was the hunter and tyler was the hunted. after being shot in his werewolf state, tyler turned back into a human, and wyatt's life was never the same.
after developing a friendship wyatt calls on tyler sometimes to help him with missing person cases, since he knows about tyler's heightened senses.
everything had fit into place for tyler, until one day his kid triggered their curse, and transformed through fire. their body burning from the inside out before they transform into a wolf. tyler did not know that his species and his wife species combine would create something called a hellhound.
with this new development some of the new members are questioning his leadership, and there are rumors about over throwing him, as well as rumors spreading amongst the other pack but tyler is is more concerned about his kid, to see the trouble that lies ahead.
MUN.
cyn, them/they. estd
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