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One of the things I desperately need in s3 is Pen saying to Colin something like: "You should start referring to me as 'Miss Featherington' in public, we don't want any potential suitors thinking the two of us are involved since we use nicknames," and Colin being absolutely heartbroken because first she started calling him 'Mister Bridgerton', and now he has to call her 'Miss Featherington' ????
And him trying to do it, but then he breaks because he just has to call her Pen, HIS Pen...
And then he sees that it irritates her when he does it in front of other people and starts doing it on purpose
#the first name thing is very important to them#and then they have to stop???#colin be like hell nah#ill call her pen even if she's married with 10 kids#they are just so neat#bridgerton#polin#bridgerton s3#bridgerton season 3#colin x penelope#penelope featherington#colin bridgerton
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Meeting the Parents pt 2
Chapter 12 - Always the Bridesmaid.
A/N: I’m on fire with these ATB chapters once I got to 5 in my drafts I thought I better release one! I hope you like it.
If you would like to be ADDED or REMOVED just let me know!
Read previous chapters HERE!
Warnings: Fluff & Light Angst
Word Count: 1832
Pairings: Laila x Harry
Enjoy!
"Is he mine?!" she seems a bit taken aback by his question, she wasn't expecting to see him again.
He asks again "Is he my son?" it's almost a hiss.
"No! No, he's not" she understands why he would think he is considering the timescale "I did a DNA test when he was born, he's Anthony's"
Harry is relieved, "You're one hundred percent?" she nods "I can show you the results if you would like?" she doesn't wait for his reply she rushes off, moments later she hands him a bit of paper.
It reads at the bottom -
Alleged FATHER - ANTHONY KENNEDY
Probability of Paternity: 99.99999%
Harry feels like he can finally breathe again, he hands her back the piece of paper "Thank you and sorry I just had to know," she offers him a weak smile, "It's OK, I understand why you would think he was yours. Again, I'm sorry about what happened to us in the past and I'm glad you have moved on she seems lovely!"
His thoughts go to Laila "She is to be honest with you, she's probably the best thing that has ever happened to me" her face sours, but quickly changes as she hears her son cry "I'm coming Jasper" she turns back to Harry "Sorry, I have to go. Harry take care!" he smiles "You too"
He makes his way down the path, pulls out his phone and dials Laila's number. It rings a few times before she answers.
"Hey Harry..." He cuts her off, so she doesn't get the rest of her words out.
"He's not mine!" she lets out a breath"How do you feel about that?"
He chuckles "Relieved, Laila the thought of being tied to her because of a child...I couldn't think of anything worse. I thought I might have wanted him to be mine for a few moments but as soon as I knew he wasn't mine, I realised I didn't really want it at all"
"Well, I'm happy for you and at least that's cleared up now. You can move on from it" He can tell she's secretly relieved to as much as she tries to pretend she was OK with it.
"I'm on my way back to yours so make sure you're ready, we'll leave for my parents when I get back"
"OK, I'm nearly ready. Harry, I'm so nervous," he chuckles "No need to be! You've met my mum, one of my brothers and my sister...my dad you just need to take everything he says with a pinch of salt. He's hard on everyone until they get to know him"
"Great....anyway. I'll see you in a bit, I love you" He laughs "See you soon! I love you too"
Later they arrive at his parents house, Harry lets himself in with his fingers entwined. Laila's heart is racing with nerves, "Mum, Dad?" he calls out "Harry! We're out the back" They make their way through the house towards garden "Laila! How are you?" Rose welcomes her with open arms.
Harry puts him down and pulls Laila over to the table "Arthur and Izzy you've already met Laila, but Dad, Brad, Will, Sophie, Claire and Ruby this is my girlfriend Laila, Laila this is my Dad Colin, and my brothers Will and Brad and their wives Ruby, Sophie and Claire" His brothers and their wives offer her a warm welcome but Colin doesn't even look up at her.
"Hi, Rose! It's nice to see you again!" Laila smiles at her, she notices the rest of the family round a table "Uncle Harry!!" a little boy runs over colliding with him, Harry picks him up "Hey Cohen! This is my girlfriend Laila!" Cohen looks over to her "She's pretty" Laila smirks "Thank you! You are adorable!" Cohen smiles.
Take everything with a pinch of salt! She thought, "I knew something was going on with you two! I saw the way he looked at you at the sky gardens!" Izzy winks at her, they take a seat Harry doesn't let go of her hand.
"We were in the early stages of dating at time" Laila smiles at her. She hears Colin sniggers, but she chooses to ignore it when she feels Harry give her hand a tiny squeeze.
A little while later dinner is served "Laila, are you left handed?" Colin asks "Erm..no, no I'm not," she smiles at him "So, why are you holding your knife and fork like a left handed person? It's a bit ill mannered?" he hisses. "Sorry, I always have used them this way..." he cuts her off "What do you do for a living?"
"Oh, I'm a hairdresser" he sniggers again "So not a doctor then..what a shame!"
"Dad!" Harry hisses at him "Harry, it's fine!" she smiles softly at him. Pinch of salt! She thought.
"And your parents?" Colin asks "My parents? Well, they own a pub" Colin laughs "Of course they do! Talk about lower class and cliché"
This comment makes her blood boil she jumps out of her seat, throwing down her cutlery "Say what you want about me, but don't you dare talk about my family!" She says pointing her finger at him "My parents are worth 10 of you!! You are nothing, but a miserable, snobby, rude old git! I will not sit here like everyone else and let you get away with talking to me or about my family like that!" she storms off through the house and out the front door.
Harry chases her calling after her "Laila! Wait!" He catches up to her, gently grasping her arm, making her turn "Laila, I'm sorry I should have spoken up...I should've never let him speak to you like that. It's just that's the way he is. I know that's no excuse"
"I get it..he's your dad, we make allowance for family. I shouldn't have say anything" Harry chuckles "No! I'm glad you did..That is what I love most about you. You don't take crap from anyone, you speak your mind and no one has to second guess where they are with you"
Behind Harry, Laila spot Colin stands in the doorway. Harry eyes follow in her direction "Harry, if he's here for round 2, I swear to god I will not be responsible for my actions" Harry chuckles "As much as I would love for you to deck him..." she cuts him off "Don't you think I can take the old man?" she asks.
He laughs "I have no doubt that you can take the old man! But let's just hear what he has to say? I promise I will step in if he's out of line again," she rolls her eyes "Fine" Harry takes her hand and they make their way over to him "Let me just warn you, you dare speak to her like you did in there so help me god" Colin can see his son will not stand by and let it happen again.
"First can I say Laila, I'm a protective old fool, I just don't want him hurt like last time. You were right in there, when you called me a miserable, rude old git. No one has ever pulled me up on how I speak to people and for that I respect you"
"You forgot snobby!" Laila hissed, Colin laughs at her "I also forgot to say sorry which I truly am sorry and if you will allow it can we start again?"
"OK, I'm also sorry for what I called you" Colin laughs "You have nothing to apologize for everything you said in there was spot on. Now let's go back inside"
They follow Colin back to the garden as they walk in his brothers clap "Keep hold of this one Harry! We like her!" Will laughs "Don't worry I intend to!" he winks at Laila.
Later, Harry is playing football with the kids Cohen, Ethan, Bobby and Lara while Laila is colouring with Mila "Do you love my Uncle Harry?" Mila looks up at her "I do" Mila smiles "He loves you too. Are you going to marry him?" Laila smirks she loves how kids are so blunt "Maybe one day"
"Maybe one day?" she hears him asks over her shoulder. Great! She thought. "I asked Laila will she marry you. She said maybe one day!" Mila giggle, Laila blushes as Harry takes a sit down next to her "You're all sweaty!" Laila wipes his brow "Yeah, those 4 have been ganging up on me. 4 against 1 can you guess who won!" Laila laughs at him.
"Not you?" she winks "Got that right!" Harry grabs Laila's hand as she's colouring making her go out of the lines "Harry!! Look what you made me do!" he chuckles at her and does it again "Harry! Stop it!" she hisses "Or what?" he asks.
She takes the felt tip pen and draws on his face "Laila!" she smirks, Mila giggles "What? I'm colouring out of the lines like you wanted me to," he smirks as he shook his head, "You are so going to regret that!" he's quick, he takes a red felt tip pen off the blanket they are sitting on and aims for her face, but she dodges it. He goes in again she falls back against the blanket, Harry grasps her hands pinning them, so she can't stop him. She's laughing "Harry, don't you dare!"
Moving towards her face with the pen between his teeth as his hands pin down hers, she's laughing "Harry" as he gets closer Mila pulls the pen from his mouth and uses it on him "Argh! Mila, you're suppose to be on my team!" he lets go of Laila, Mila gets up and makes a run for it. Harry is about to chase after her, but Laila grabs his ankle making him fall to the ground.
She gets up and makes a run for it after Mila, they're both giggling as they run from him. Before they get to far, Harry's arms come around both their waist's "Gotcha both!" he begins to tickle them and they both fall to the ground trying to get away.
"Uncle Harry! Stop! I'm sorry!" Mila says through her laughter, he stops "I like Laila, Uncle Harry" Harry smiles at his niece "Me too!" he winks at Laila.
~*~*~*~
A few weeks later
Laila had arranged to meet Nikki at the park with Poppy, They are chatting when all of a sudden they hear Poppy scream.
They both rush over to her, Poppy is hysterical on the floor below the monkey bars "Pops, what's wrong?" tears steam down her face "It hurts!!" she screams "Poppy, did you fall from the bars?" Laila asks her and she nods unable to answer because of the pain.
Nikki becomes distraught "Nikki, It's going to be fine!" Laila tries to reassure her "I'll call an ambulance just in case" Laila pulls out her phone to make the call.
Continue reading this story here - Chapter 13.
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‘MY GOOD WIFE’ v ‘MY FAVORITE HUSBAND’
June 23, 1949
"My Good Wife," an added starter on KNBC, 6:30 p.m. PST Fridays, is another comedy about a young married couple, as if we needed another one. I must admit this one is a little different. This married couple, Steve and Kay Emerson, are not nearly so fast with a wisecrack as, say, Lucille Ball and her husband on "My Favorite Husband," 9:00 p.m. PST the same night on KCBS. Great night for matrimony, Fridays, and if those two programs don't provide enough for you, tune in Dorothy Dix at 1:45 pm. (not broadcast in west). She'll tell you how to win back an erring husband.
I haven't yet made up my mind whether the Emerson's ineptness at repartee is deliberate - after all, not every young wife talks like Groucho Marx - or whether the script writer isn't very good at it either. Anyhow, whether by accident or design, the Emersons are a very restful young couple, possibly a little too restful to get anywhere in the entertainment world. In radio, they're a real novelty.
As a wife Arlene Francis who plays Kay Emerson, wins out on points over Lucille Ball In other regards - talent and looks, for example - Miss Ball is way out front. But how long could you live with a girl who says: "Oh, we don't miss television. I climb in the Bendix and sing and George looks at me through the little window." Imagine having a girl around the house who said things like that before breakfast. It'd curdle the milk.
STARTS OFF FAST
“My Good Wife" started out at a gallop two weeks ago, NBC deciding to set the stage and get everything out of the way all at once. The first program resembled one at those synopses of previous in installments in the popular magazines. Steve met Kay, quarreled with her, married her, taught her how to drive, learned he was about to become a father, and became one - all in 15 minutes. One minute later, the dialogue went like this:
"It doesn't seem like we've been married 12 years."
"We've been married 10 years."
"Well, that's why it doesn't seem like 12."
That, incidentally, Is a little brighter than the conversation around the Emerson household generally gets.
On the second show of the series, the pace settled down to a walk. During the first few minutes the Emersons and their neighbors lay lazily on the grass, not even talking very much. This may be taking realism too far. I mean there ought to be some crickets chirping or something. Things quickened a bit later when Mrs. Emerson decided she was going to help her husband out with his law practice and, of course, messed things up.
YALE, NO LESS
The Emersons are quite upper middlebrow as radio's young married folk go. He went to Yale, for heaven's sake, and she not only went to Vassar but led the daisy chain or whatever they do with that daisy chain. What is this - counter revolution? Oh, yes, they live in Larchmont up to their ears in other upper middlebrows. I don't know what else to tell you about the Emersons except they sound like a nice young couple to have over for a drink some time but conceivably a little mild to entertain you much on the air.
My favorite young married couple is still Ozzie and Harriet Nelson - I put Goodman and Jane Ace off in another category entirely - and while we're chatting about this sort of thing, I ought to point out Ricky and David Nelson, Ozzie and Harriet's children, are now playing themselves on that program which solves a lot of problems. I have a spy in the Nelson household, named - in case any congressional ears are pricking - Harriet Nelson, nee Harriet Hilliard, and she is not now and has never been a Communist nor worked on the atom bomb nor designed the B-36.
Anyhow, my spy informed the Nelsons had a little trouble with the kids. The real Ricky and David I listened to the radio Ricky and David and discovered them doing things they weren't allowed to do or wouldn't do voluntarily if they were allowed. Being children, they got confused over their own identities. Well now the real Ricky and David are the radio Ricky and David and the split personalities in the kids has been averted. You run into a lot of funny problems in radio.
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FOOTNOTES FROM THE FUTURE
It seems pretty clear that NBC was counter-programming CBS’s “My Favorite Husband”. Not only are the names very similar, they were scheduled on the same night, as critic Crosby points out.
The episode of “My Favorite Husband” described above might apply to any domestic sitcom, but was actually titled “Budget - Mr. Atterbury” broadcast June 3, 1949. However, this newspaper is still calling Lucille Ball’s character Liz Cugat, when her name had changed to Liz Cooper in January 1949, to avoid comparison with the well-known bandleader (no, not Desi Arnaz).
Counter-programming by NBC would not stop on radio. When “I Love Lucy” was a juggernaut hit for CBS TV, NBC created a similar show titled “I Married Joan” for star Joan Davis. It was billed as “The adventures of the scatterbrained wife of a respected city judge.” Substitute “bandleader” for “Judge” (played by Jim Backus) - and you’ve got “I Love Lucy.” Like Ball, Davis was a film star of the ‘30s and ‘40s getting aboard the TV bandwagon. Like Lucy, Joan wanted to be in showbusiness. Many of the same situations that Lucy got into, Joan did too. The series even featured a few “I Love Lucy” refugees: Jerry Hausner, Elvia Allman, Bob Jellison, Margie Liszt, Shirley Mitchell, Ross Elliott, and many others. "Lucy” and “Joan” even employed the same director in each show's first season, Marc Daniels. "Joan” lasted three seasons, from 1952 to 1955 and is all but forgotten today.
Kay Emerson was not the first domestic radio role for Arlene Francis. In 1940, she took over the role of Betty on “Betty and Bob”, which had been the first successful soap opera. She was one of the hosts of the quiz show “What’s My Name?” beginning in 1938. The show was seen as a model for TV’s “What’s My Line?” which premiered in 1950. Francis would stay with the show for its entire run, including six mystery guest appearances by Lucille Ball.
The husband to “My Good Wife” was played by John Conte. From 1944 to 1946 he was married to Marilyn Maxwell (1944-46) who would later appear with Lucille Ball in the 1963 film Critic’s Choice. He had also been seen with Ball (and Maxwell) in As Thousands Cheer (1943). In 1960 he would work for Desilu in an episode of “The Untouchables” (1960).
Unlike “My Favorite Husband’s” mythical mid-Western Sheridan Falls, the Emerson’s livid in the real New York suburb of Larchmont, an affluent village located within the Town of Mamaroneck in Westchester County, New York, approximately 18 miles northeast of Midtown Manhattan. Nearby was the town of New Rochelle, whose most famous fictional resident was Rob Petrie on “The Dick Van Dyke Show” (filmed at Desilu Studios). Danfield, New York, another fictional town in the area, was the residence of Lucy Carmichael and Vivian Bagley for the first three seasons of “The Lucy Show.”
“My Good Wife” began airing in June 1949, and by April 1950 was nowhere to be found. In October 1949, Billboard reported on a new NBC Gallup Poll that placed the show dead last - with 32 stations voting it poor and only 8 saying it was excellent. The future of “Wife” was bleak. The sitcom was cancelled after 18 weeks to make room for the new Jimmy Durante show. Meanwhile, Ball’s “Husband” (on CBS), thrived. Coincidentally, the show was initially a replacement for Red Skelton’s show. Skelton and Durante had both worked with Ball on films.
Crosby’s quote from “My Favorite Husband”
"Oh, we don't miss television. I climb in the Bendix and sing and George looks at me through the little window."
was spoken by Lucille Ball in the episode titled “Television” on June 17, 1949. A Bendix is a brand of front-loading washing machine. The porthole-like window was similar to the size screen of early television sets.
Crosby’s observation that Liz talks like Groucho Marx is attributable to the show’s writers Bob Carroll, Jr., Madelyn Pugh, and Jess Oppenheimer. And let’s not forget that Lucille Ball acted opposite Groucho Marx in Room Service (1938)!
After making the obvious comparison to “My Favorite Husband,” Crosby lets readers know that neither “Husband” nor “Wife” will ever displace “The Adventures of Ozzie and Harriett” in his domestic dome. The show launched October 8, 1944 and a total 402 radio episodes were produced. When it was optioned for television, it was upstart network ABC that made the sweetest deal to the Nelsons.
As Crosby alludes to, their real-life sons, David and Ricky, did not join the cast until the radio show's fifth year. The two boys were played by professional actors prior to their joining because both were too young to perform. Crosby’s allegations of possible identity crisis due to watching their parents with other sons on television, might easily apply to “I Love Lucy”, where the real-life Desi Arnaz often lived in the shadow of the young actors playing Little Ricky on television. Mrs. Ricardo and Mrs. Arnaz giving birth to both boys on the same day only added to the confusion - one that still lingers today.
Crosby declines to compare the aforementioned shows with the popular Goodman and Jane Ace. The real-life marrieds had a show titled “Easy Aces” Goodman Ace cast himself as a harried real estate salesman and the exasperated but loving husband of the scatterbrained, malaprop-prone Jane ("Time wounds all heels"). “Easy Aces” became a long-running serial comedy (1930–1945) but did not make a graceful transition to television, lasting only a few months on the ill-fated DuMont Network. Coincidentally, Martin Gabel, who married Arlene Francis in 1946, had a recurring role on “Easy Aces” during the 1930s.
In a more sarcastic shout-out, Crosby mentions capping off this slew of domestic dithering by listening to Dorothy Dix. Author Elizabeth Meriwether Gilmer (1861-1951) was widely known by the pen name Dorothy Dix. As the forerunner of today’s popular advice columnists, Dix was America’s highest paid and most widely read female journalist at the time of her death. Her advice on marriage was syndicated in newspapers around the world with an estimated audience of 60 million readers. Naturally, radio was not neglected, getting their Dix fix when her column took to the airwaves. Due to Lucy’s insistence on interfering in the Mertz’s personal affairs, Ricky compares Lucy to Dorothy Dix in “Fred and Ethel Fight” (ILL S1;E22) on March 10, 1952.
We haven’t yet mentioned this 1940 gem, but we’ll save that for another time!
#My Good Wife#Arlene Francis#John Conte#My Favorite Husband#Lucille Ball#radio#1949#I Married Joan#John Crosby#Dorothy Dix#Ozzie and Harriett#Easy Aces#Groucho Marx#Desi Arnaz Jr.#Larchmont NY
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Fabulous Olicity Fanfic Friday - February 15th, 2019
Happy Friday! So this is my attempt to both thank awesome fanfic writers for their amazing work and offer my recommendations to anyone who is interested. Here are the fantastic fanfic stories I read this week! They are posted in the order I read them. This and all previous Fabulous Olicity Fanfic posts can be found on my blog.
Time for a Story multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - This fic shows Olicity and their life as a (married) couple with family. Although Olicity (and their kids) are the protagonists, other characters of Arrow and Flash make appearances. YOU NEED THIS STORY IN YOUR LIFE. https://archiveofourown.org/works/3912157/chapters/8757172
Some Comfort Needed by CaptainSammyAngel - After leaving J'onns office in 4x10, Kara needs advice from someone with a younger sister and the one person she can think of is a certain green-hooded vigilante. Will she get the advice she's looking for or will his advice be ill-advised? https://archiveofourown.org/works/17671556
Together (Post 7x12) by @dust2dust34 - Post 7x12. Felicity tells Oliver about William, but it’s so much more than that. https://archiveofourown.org/works/15714660/chapters/41686247
Arrow Out of Context: "I don't even have a regular plan" ARGUS part 4 multi-chapter WIP by @smoaking-greenarrow - Prompts: “Please tell me you have a brilliant plan.” and “I don’t even have a regular plan.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/14957309/chapters/41691815
Our Version of Events multi-chapter WIP by @machawicket and @geneeste - Action star Ollie Queen is trying to clean up his image and land parts that require him to do more than appear shirtless while fighting stuntmen. Pop star Felicity Smoak wants to be seen as an adult in time for the release of her new, grittier album. And talent manager John Diggle’s got an idea about what coverage of Oliver and Felicity’s brand new (and totally fake) romance could do for them both. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8025382/chapters/18375349
Olicity Dialogue Prompt: Meet Me At Midnight. Alone. by @originalhybridloverfics - Dialogue prompt. Smut warning. https://originalhybridloverfics.tumblr.com/post/182600084154/olicity-dialogue-prompt-meet-me-at-midnight
seemingly impossible (but not untrue) multi-chapter WIP by @alexiablackbriar13 - Young genius historian Dr Felicity Smoak unknowingly and accidentally calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript within the Oxford Bodleian Libraries - a book that has been lost for centuries. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Felicity wants nothing to do with magic, despite her unruly and powerful abilities. But her discovery of Ashmole 782 sets the world of creatures stirring; with a mystery afoot and new, dangerous magical abilities manifesting for her to navigate, she is approached by the enigmatic vampire biochemist Professor Oliver Queen, who seems to have a deep interest in both the manuscript… and her. Based on A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16224353/chapters/37923743
The Fan multi-chapter WIP by @leuska - For the past couple of months, Felicity Smoak, previous child star known to the world through her alter ego Lisy the Tech Whiz, who ended her career and her growing popularity at the age of thirteen rather abruptly, has sporadically received disturbing notes and gifts in her mail. Police believe the notes to be just little tokens of appreciation by a former fan. Despite having left the spotlight over a decade ago and living in anonymity since, the fan mail keeps coming, increasing in frequency as well as intensity. The last drop is when Felicity receives another letter with a love note. A scary, ominous note. A note written in human blood.FBI director Amanda Waller tasks her best Agent to the case. Oliver Queen, a criminal profiler, is currently working on a special task force formed between SCPD and FBI to catch a man dubbed the Start City Slasher, who has murdered at least three young women in the past nine months. Agent Queen is not thrilled with the prospect of holding a former princess’ hand through her problem with a simple stalker while a serial killer is still at large. However, once meeting her, Oliver finds there is nothing easy or simple about Felicity Smoak as their worlds start to intertwine. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17726573/chapters/41820368
Quick Fix 7x12 by TimeforAstory - A quick fix for episode 712. Not the whole documentary thing that I was really looking forward from the episode description, that didn't have anything to do with it. I missed Felicity. I missed Olicity. I missed OTA. I miss everything that made Arrow a great show...Sorry for the ramble. I'm just really sad for what my show has become. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17688086
Shades multi-chapter Complete by @geneshaven - Felicity is preparing to spend the holidays with her guys Chapter 1: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/181215821029/shades Chapter 2: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/181291236319/shades Chapter 3: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/181398973624/shades Chapter 4: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/181513399444/shades Chapter 5: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/181607993734/shades Chapter 6: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/182028355089/shades Chapter 7: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/182214818554/shades Chapter 8: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/182265990139/shades Chapter 9: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/182394286309/shades Chapter 10: https://geneshaven.tumblr.com/post/182626910414/shades
With the Speed of an Arrow multi-chapter WIP by @academyofshipping - Oliver Queen’s elite and silver-spoon life has taken some blows in the past few years, but he is still the carefree billionaire everyone knows of and loves. When his role in the family business is in jeopardy and he is introduced to a motley of new people, his status quo is threatened. With a changed perspective, Oliver realizes his feeling for his best friend and anchor-in-life, Felicity Smoak, may be more than just platonic. OR A modern adaption of Jane Austen’s Emma with a gender swap* and no island. *Knowing that gender is not binary https://archiveofourown.org/works/16559846/chapters/38799857
Will Fate Allow? multi-chapter WIP by @mindramblingsfics - Seeing her parent's marriage dissolve at a young age made Felicity yearn for a healthy marriage of her own. She thought she'd finally found what she was looking for when Billy Malone showed up offering her what her heart desired. She thought she was happy and had everything she could want, but things began to unravel. Slowly she turned to someone who had become an unparalleled constant in her life...Oliver Queen. Oliver and Felicity are the definition of polar opposites. He is the mob boss that strikes fear in the hearts many, while she is seen as the sweet girl next door, but there is more to both of them underneath the surface. Along the way, they become connected to one another leading to their lives being intertwined forever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16521596/chapters/38699951
Love and Little Cupcakes multi-chapter WIP by @christinabeggs - Felicity loved sweets so much that she paid no attention to her lovelife. Until Thea Queen came into her store wanting fabulous cupcakes for her sixteenth birthday. SO ADORABLE! http://archiveofourown.org/works/12400539/chapters/28216053
Home To You multi-chapter WIP by @the-shy-and-anxious-fangirl - Oliver Queen has never done what his family expected of him. He took a gap year after high school instead of going to college right away. He quit his fraternity sophomore year to join the student newspaper, switching his major from business to journalism. He became a photojournalist for a wire service instead of taking a place at Queen Consolidated. He went missing after six months instead of coming home for his sister’s twenty-first birthday. He survived five years of captivity in a war zone when everyone thought he was dead. He came home. But home didn’t have a place for him in it anymore. His parents were both dead, casualties of their own mistakes and a city they had turned against them. His sister was all grown up, the CEO of Queen Consolidated with a fiancé and a dog and a life of her own. Oliver didn’t belong in his old life, but there was nowhere else for him to go. He was a man without a home, without any way of finding one, until he stopped by the IT department of his sister’s company to get files off an old, battered memory card, and found a woman with curly blonde hair and bright, intelligent eyes chewing on a bright red pen and swearing at a computer screen. https://archiveofourown.org/works/12613188/chapters/28734552
Do You Remember multi-chapter WIP by @smkkbert - Eight years after Oliver and Felicity became teenage parents, they have everything they could have ever hoped for and more. They have a good life in a nice house. Their marriage is happy, and a second baby is on its way. The calm they have settled in is interrupted abruptly when a stalker starts terrorizing Felicity. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17409059/chapters/40978307
Charmed I'm Sure! multi-chapter WIP by @christinabeggs - What happens when three witchy sisters take on the evil in the world? https://archiveofourown.org/works/15852249/chapters/36922482
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart multi-chapter WIP by @by-mintsea - Oliver and Felicity struggle to reconnect after they leave Slabside. There is a lifetime of hurt festering inside both of them, but with the events of 7x08 and Elseworlds turning their lives upside down, can they figure everything out between them in time for William's return? (All the in between things we should have seen on screen in 7x08 and Elseworlds instead of what the writers gave us). https://archiveofourown.org/works/17221298/chapters/40496489
Pieces of Always multi-chapter WIP by @so-caffeinated and @dust2dust34 - Life continues after Forever is Composed of Nows. Ongoing non-linear collection of family moments for the Queens. http://archiveofourown.org/works/8220479/chapters/18840356
Overwatch multi-chapter WIP by @it-was-a-red-heeler - A burglary attempt convinces the Mayor of Starling City to hire Smoak Technologies to strengthen his security. But between the sassy AI watching him 24/7 and the personal trainer with his own reasons to kill him, Oliver may wish he’d stuck with his baseball bat for protection. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17500640/chapters/41221793
Run to the Water multi-chapter Complete by @someonesaidcake - The year is 1912, Oliver was 9 and far too old to be babysitting that nonsensical girl Felicity whose parents owned the cattle ranch where his parents worked and lived, but she won him over with oat and raisin biscuits and soon became his little blonde sidekick...with a completely unrequited crush on him. Years later she returns from boarding school and more than bush fires ignite in the changing times.... https://archiveofourown.org/works/7455738/chapters/16942293
Just Beneath the Surface multi-chapter Complete by @smoaking-greenarrow arrow - When an S.O.S signal is sent to the FBI from a woman named Felicity Smoak, Director Oliver Queen knows that she is in grave danger. He can’t help but notice the haunting similarities between what’s happening to her and what happened nine years ago; in thirteen unsolved cold cases that drove ex-agent John Diggle out of the bureau. With a race against the clock, Oliver enlists the help of his old mentor to reopen the investigation, and hopefully save Felicity’s life. https://archiveofourown.org/works/16239002/chapters/37963052
You Built Me from a Broken Heart (So Now What's Mine is Ours) multi-chapter by WIP longlivefelicitythequeen - Felicity meets Bratva Captain Oliver Queen at the Starling City Ball http://archiveofourown.org/works/5797147/chapters/13361644
A Quiet Valentine's by @alexiablackbriar13 - Part of the Man's Best Friend Series - Oliver and Felicity celebrate their first Valentine's Day as a couple (with Hunter!) There's blanket forts, cute banter, gift giving and of course, lots of cuddling. https://archiveofourown.org/works/17787413
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✧·ﾟ( demeter + maia mitchell + cis female ) 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂 !! have you seen ( bryleigh fox ) around ? ( she ) has been in kaos for ( two months ). the ( twenty-four year old ) is a ( baker ) from ( boulder, colorado ). people say they can be ( stoic ) but maybe that’s not too bad ‘cause they can also be ( ebullient ). whenever i think of them, i can’t help but think of ( warm blueberry muffins, black and white movies, and sunny, cloud-free mornings ). ·ﾟ✧ ( penned by shiloh, 21+, est, she/her ).
trigger warnings: mental illness, ptsd, anxiety, depression, a car accident, health problems related to fertility, scars/burns, low self-esteem, drinking. ( i think that’s it, but if you run across something else triggering, pls let me know and i’ll add it to the list. )
THE MUN.
‘lo ! i’m shiloh, but you can call me shy. i’m 28, i live in the est and my preferred pronouns are she/her.
i’m a school-based therapist and work in an elementary school. with it being summer, i don’t really have a lot going on ! so you’ll see me around quite a bit.
i have two small puppos, minerva and newt, who are my pride and joy. p.s.: if you couldn’t tell from their names, i’m a huge harry potter fan. i also love young adult literature, i’m a true crime buff and could eat pepperoni hot pockets every day for the rest of my life.
if you’d like to talk, you can im me on this account, on my rph @shilohrph or ask me for my discord and we can chat there !
and without further ado, allow me to introduce lil miss bryleigh.
BASIC INFORMATION.
name: bryleigh olivia fox.
age: twenty-four.
gender/pronouns: cis femae & she/her.
orientation: panromantic pansexual.
olympian: demeter.
occupation: head baker at physis taverna.
faceclaim: maia mitchell.
BACKGROUND.
bryleigh olivia fox was born may 8th, 1995 at 10:12am in kaos, greece to colonel william matthew fox and emma alison stewart-fox.
she has one older brother, lucas daniel fox, who is 28 and an architectural engineer. he’s married to sofia maite valdez-fox, twenty-four. they have a one-year-old daughter, luciana irene fox.
bryleigh also has one younger sister, peyton emelia fox, who is 20 and a college student studying communications. she’s engaged to micah cole butler, twenty-two. they two-year-old twins addison hayley butler and aiden bryant butter. peyton is also currently 10 weeks pregnant.
because of her father’s occupation, the family has lived in different cities all over the world. besides kaos, the fox’s lived in bangkok, thailand, comayagua, honduras, misawa, japan, burkina faso, west africa, vicenza, italy and pampanga, philippines. i made a handy dandy timeline which you can view here to better break it down.
bryleigh attended and graduated from the auguste escoffier school of culinary arts in boulder, colorado and lived there for about four years.
while living in boulder, her roommate and best friend, sofia, started dating and subsequently married her brother, lucas.
because her aesthetic is running when things get tough/complicated, bryleigh left boulder a few months after ber brother and best friend were married and moved back to kaos, greece.
she lived in kaos for a year, living above the tavarna where she was head baker. she loved it and kinda looks back on it as the best time of her life. but a rough patch in a relationship caused her to - again - flee, returning to boulder.
about a month after moving back to boulder, she was in a serious car accident. her vehicle slid on black ice and flipped. she almost died, but managed to pull through.
on top a concussion, many broken bones, several severe burns, some internal bleeding and innumerable cuts, scrapes, and bruises, bryleigh’s pelvis was fractured and her fallopian tubes were crushed. she also later developed asherman’s syndrome from the surgeries/scar tissue forming. this has basically rendered her infertile.
after the accident, bryleigh had to move in with her brother and sister-in-law/former best friend. not only did they smother bry trying to take care of her, but sofia was pregnant at the time. this served as a constant reminder of all she’d lost.
so, as soon as she was cleared to be on her own, she told lucas and sofia that she was going to visit kaos for her birthday.
except that she was actually moving back there and didn’t want to have to deal with their worry and concern and attempts to talk her out of it. queen of running from her problems.
bryleigh has been back in kaos for about two months, and it’s not the carefree, serene place she remembered.
actually, that’s not true. it’s still the place she remembered. she’s just not the same person she once was. no matter how much she tries to pretend she is.
you can read more about her here if you feel so inclined.
PERSONALITY.
bryleigh is a bit of a complicated lil nugget. she’s like an onion, ya know ? she has layers. one one hand, she’s this bubbly, happy-go-lucky, upbeat ball of sunshine. but on the other hand, she’s really struggling with ptsd from the crash, as well as a good heaping of anxiety and depression. so she has times where she’s really distant and reticent.
as the ‘mom friend’, she’s always been the person that people turn to. she’s the shoulder to lean on. she’s the one who gives amazing advice. she’s the one who seems wise beyond her years. she’s the one who tells you to stop leaning back in your chair because you’re going to fall over or sets water and tylenol beside your bed after a night of partying. she cares a whole lot. like, an insane about. which is a blessing and a curse.
what she’s struggling with post-accident is opening up about how she’s doing and how she’s really feeling, beyond the facade that she puts on for everyone. it’s like she’s physically incapable of letting people see that she’s struggling. bry doesn’t want to put that burden on anyone, ya know ? so, she’s kind of suffering in silence and bottling everything up. which is super healthy, i know.
sarcasm and dry humor are two of her favorite coping skills. she’s also really great at self-deprecating humor !
the accident left her with quite a lot of scars and several skin grafts from having third-degree burns treated, and she’s incredibly self-conscious about them. she covers her low self-esteem up with jokes and humor, but she really is quite sensitive about her appearance.
as i mentioned, she tends to run from her problems rather than addressing them. and if she can’t run, she makes a joke out of them and doesn’t take them seriously. or she bottles up all the emotions from the problem and pretends it’s not a big deal. i know. her coping skills are so healthy.
the only thing that bryleigh has ever wanted is to be a mom. she’s basically had baby fever since she was old enough to understand the birds and the bees. she always imagined being a stay-at-home mom, taking care of a shew of children and her husband/wife. but since the accident, she’s not sure if that’s what she still wants of her life. she no longer has no direction, and really feels like she’s floundering.
part of her is worried about having kids ( through adoption or surrogacy or on the off-chance that she can naturally conceive ) because the hate in her heart after the accident is so dark and consuming and terrifying. she feels like maybe the car accident did more than break her bones. maybe it broke her as a person. and maybe she’s not capable of loving someone now. or if she is, she’s worried that what she loves will get taken from her. and she doesn’t know if she can stand to lose anything else.
EXTRA.
she starts every morning with a cup of black coffee and a banana nut muffin and ends every evening with a cup of peppermint tea and two homemade jaffa cakes.
bryleigh has a chocolate labrador retriever named yolo. he’s ancient. she’s not really sure how old he is, but the shelter she adopted him from said that he’d been there for several years. so, she absolutely had to take him home with her. yolo’s very loving and sweet and a lil lazy and he loves pitless olives. she has huge birthday parties for him on his gotcha day, august 12th.
her walls are covered with abstract art from a bunch of different countries. they remind her of her childhood and everywhere she’s traveled.
favorite thing in the world to do is have a bunch of her friends over, make a slew of homemade pizzas and desserts, pop open several bottles of rosé wine, throw pillows and blankets all over the floor and watch movies of various genres until everyone falls asleep.
she loves 80′s music and prefers to listen to records rather than stream music or what have you. it sounds more authentic that way. at least, in her opinion.
her apartment looks like a forest. she has plants everywhere. e v e r y w h e r e. she’s also a really good plant mom and has named all of her children. she talks to them and knows their favorite songs. maybe she’s a tad bit psychotic. who isn’t, though ?
since the accident, she’s developed a huge fear of driving. she won’t drive. ever. she either walks, rides her bike or takes an uber. if she can get away with not having to ride in a car, though, she much prefers that option. i mean, can you blame her ?
she loves astrology and tarrot readings and ghost hunts and talking about aliens and going on hunts for cryptids. she’s always thought there has to be more to life than what we can see, so she’s open to at least considering most everything, ya know ?
her closest friends call her foxy. everyone else calls her bry. some people call her bryleigh ? but i can’t imagine why. it’s a mouthful.
send her memes and you’ll have her heart. she has a huge folder of them saved on her phone. there might or might not be more memes on her phone than actual pictures. hint: there totally is.
bryleigh can speak english, spanish, filipino, greek, italian, thai, japanese, swahili, hausa and a little bit of a berber dialect to varying degrees of success. she’s most comfortable with english, spanish and greek, and least comfortable with the african languages. she can also write in a variety of writing systems, though not nearly as well as she can speak the languages. she’s forgotten a lot of the rules and method that go along with many of them.
PLOT IDEAS.
you can read about all my connection ideas right here !
NOTE: i’m open to pretty much anything, so if you have an idea, run it by me ! more than likely, i’ll approve and start rambling off ideas and headcanons and half-formed thoughts until you politely tell me to shut the fuck up. sounds fun, right ?
THE END.
thanks so much for reading this monster post ! i don’t know how to be concise. i’ve tried. i tried here. obviously, i failed. but i love you all. i can’t wait to write and interact with you all and your lovely, wonderful characters ! hasta la vista, baby.
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Intro to Bite (HPfic)<pending>
A/N Im posting this here cause its not letting me send it to my friend through PM. This is just the intro of what im currently working on, and if I end up posting it ill do so on my wp account @Falling_Snow.
The event that changed everything for me had been simple and unimportant, something that I'd forgotten about a couple days after it happened. It wasn't violent or fear-inducing. There was no struggle or cry for help, and the act itself had only taken a split-second of my time when it happened. However, that one event would create a personalised hell that I'd never be able to escape no matter how hard I tried or how hard I tried to kill myself. An innocent action that spawned the blessing I considered to be the curse of Death himself.
Looking at the beetle that was the size of my closed fist, it was hard to think that the thing could ever hurt me, despite my father's strong statement that I shouldn't play with anything he brought home from his work at the Ministry. Not heeding his warnings, I had done so anyway. I was only ten, and of all the things my father brought home to work on, a beetle seemed like an innocent thing to inspect.
I'd been naive when I'd thought that the beetle was completely harmless, and when it had bitten my arm I had simply been annoyed rather than in pain or anything of the sort. I'd just put the beetle back in its cage as retaliation and gone on with my life, forgetting it had ever even happened.
There'd been no sudden fever or burst of unimaginable pain, no superpowers like the muggle comics, no evidence that anything had changed. It left no mark to my skin despite breaking the surface, and my child-self was content with putting a plaster over it and forgetting the whole thing.
I grew up.
I finished my magical education at Durmstrang and made lots of friends before my family decided it was best to move to Muggle London for my father's job at the Department of Mysteries. I met a muggle girl there named Kristen and pretty soon I found myself telling her about the magic world, asking her to marry me only a few days later when she accepted me wholeheartedly.
I became an Auror at the Ministry of Magic and after finding a natural talent for the detective work behind Magical crime I was promoted to Detective, and soon after that, Head Detective. All the while, Kristen cared for our two children, Rosealine May Skokvist and William Quinn Skokvist, one of muggle blood and one of wizard blood, both loved dearly despite their differences.
I solved crimes at the Ministry and watched my children grow into kind and talented adults. I walked my daughter down the aisle when she married a muggle tailor in London, and I was there when my son became a Potions Master and received his certification at the Ministry. I was infinitely proud of them both and cried when I held my grandson for the first time in a muggle hospital room.
However, it wasn't long after that I returned to that same hospital with Kristen, where a doctor told us she was very sick and wouldn't last for much longer.
I took her to every Healer at St. Mungos I could, but they could do nothing for her. I was holding her hand firmly in my grasp when she passed, becoming numb to my surroundings as the funeral was planned by my son and daughter, both of which who constantly were at my side through everything.
I buried myself in my work then, choosing to be productive rather than wallow in my sorrow. Kristen wouldn't have wanted me to stop my life just because she was gone and I was determined to live the best life I could for her until I could see her again in the afterlife.
Yet, I became reckless and flippant with my life after that, taking on more dangerous cases that my coworkers advised me not to pursue. Which is how I ended up in a duel in an alleyway in Manchester, swapping spells with a much younger and stronger wizard than myself. No matter how much I trained to become an Auror, there was still nothing I could do when I saw a green spell flying towards me in what felt like slow motion.
I thought of my kids and how they were going to take the news of my death. I thought of my 6-year-old grandson whose birthday was coming up in 3 months. I thought of Kristen holding my hand that night she left. I thought of all the things I'd never gotten to do and the people I'd never made amends with. I thought of how incomplete I was leaving things.
But that killing curse never hit me.
Instead, time itself seemed to stop completely and I was left staring at the curse that was inches from my chest.
Then, slowly, time resumed, but it didn't resume forwards. As images flashed in front of my face at a speed that I couldn't even register, I began to realise that this was it, this was what death was like.
This was my life flashing before my eyes, and soon there'd be a white light that would lead to the afterlife or maybe even just a void of nothing, whatever was there I was about to find out.
The white light came soon enough, exactly as how it was described in books and muggle films, blinding me to a point where I had to blink a few times to adjust my eyes. But when I opened my eyes and registered the image I was seeing, I couldn't quite comprehend what was in front of me. It seemed completely impossible.
I was on the back porch of my childhood home in Sweden, with a light summer breeze gently brushing my semi-long hair away from my face in a way that baffled me even further. I hadn't had my hair this long since I was a child, and with my current surroundings, I wasn't sure what to expect next.
Was this the afterlife?
As I took in my surroundings once more and registered what was in front of me, I felt my breath catch in my throat, because there, on my hand, it's tiny little fangs having just left my skin, was that beetle that had bitten me so many years ago.
The golden pattern on it's back shimmered in the sunlight of the early afternoon, exactly the way I remembered it to when I'd been a kid.
I sat there for a moment, not noticing or caring as the beetle scuttled off beneath the old boards of the porch, leaving me in stunned silence.
Here I was, a ten-year-old boy again and there were no signs of Death lurking around the corner, come to take me to the afterlife I was supposed to be at right now. Was this really the afterlife? Was I dead? It all felt real, and as my mother called me to come inside for lunch I wasn't sure what my next step should be.
The beetle I'd been bitten by was a scarabaeus tempus, a beetle used in the creation of time turners once they were crushed up, and a beetle I knew shouldn't have done anything to me with a bite. I'd heard my father talk about the beetles countless times for his work, and never once had he mentioned the possibility of what I was currently experiencing; albeit, nobody would know until it came to their death. But even then-- I should have died, there should've been-- Why was I here? Why--? None of this made any sense.
I looked down at the small barely visible mark that the beetle had caused, the wound hardly bleeding at all and easily explained as a simple bug bite once I'd wiped away the blood. I knew I still had to be in some form of shock, wondering if this was Death's idea of a joke, and if it was then I wanted him to know I didn't find it funny.
Somehow, I was stuck in a giant time loop.
I'd lost my life, my kids were gone, my job was probably still occupied by that bigot Riley Morris who had it before me, and there was the possibility that even if I killed myself right now I'd just return right back to the moment after I'd been bitten by that beetle.
After a few minutes of truly processing this, I realised I was crying, and even when I noticed it I didn't stop. I had just lost and gained my entire world, and now I didn't know what to do with it.
It was all gone.
My life had completely been swept clean and given back to me anew.
My parents were alive here, my wife was out there somewhere, and I was easily the most skilled Detective the Ministry had ever had and it would be easy to retake my position.
But did I want to?
Kristen wouldn't know who I was, I'd already solved every case that would now be presented to me, and the children I might have with Kristen in this life might be completely different than Rosaline and William. Could I live with myself, knowing that I knew everything about them and they knew nothing of me? If I went to go find my wife 10 years from now would she call me a stalker for knowing so much?
What was I supposed to do now?
Did I continue living what I had before all over again, or did I live something else?
I hadn't even gotten my Durmstrang letter yet, and I wasn't even entirely sure I wanted to receive it after already knowing so much magic. I'd be light years ahead of any first-year student.
My second run through the loop, I disappeared.
Using ageing potions to make myself appear older than I was, I immigrated to France, working small jobs and reading up on anything and everything to do with time magic. Eventually, I became well-known in my field under a pen name where I published much of my research, still not coming close to the reason why I was here.
I still mourned the children that were never born in this time loop, but I stayed away from Kristen, only ever finding her a year before I knew her cancer would grow worse and giving her a letter stripped of anything that authorities could trace back to me. I knew I wouldn't have the strength to face her myself. After all, in a life where she never met me, she already had another at her side when I set the letter on her doorstep.
At first, it hurt to know that the Kristen of this time had someone else, but I had to remind myself that this wouldn't be my Kristen, and she never would be. It was lonely, but I spent that time doing things I'd always wanted to do instead of wallowing in self-pity for myself.
I invested in muggle products I knew would get big in the future thanks to my knowledge of it and spent a lot of my time in muggle casinos and fancy hotels, not ever truly enjoying the cash when I knew all it took was one trip down the stairs to take it away and set me back to where I was on that porch. Yet, there was still that conflicted hopefulness in whether or not I'd die or not.
As the years dragged on and my 77th birthday passed by without a killing curse aimed at my chest, I began to seek more purpose, investing myself to politics and working my way through position after position until I was elected into being France's Minister of Magic at 79.
I carried the position with pride and found real purpose in it, doing everything in my power to bring the French magical community times of peace and valuable change for the better. I tore down prejudiced laws and allowed my people more freedom, doing my best to form a personal connection with those who I led.
However, I retired soon after my 90th birthday, spending the rest of my life in a forest cottage in the French hills, taking up a hobby for woodcraft and constructing furniture before I "died" at 128, my body going through the reversal process again as my second life in the time loop flashed before my eyes.
Once again I was on that back porch.
The third life I knew what I was doing and didn't waste time. I went directly to my father and told him what had happened to me, forcing him to understand just how dire this situation was, and he listened, even though his ten-year-old son seemed to have just lost his mind.
We worked day and night on trying to understand what was wrong with me, the prior knowledge I had from my second run through the loop still cemented in my brain even though I hadn't been able to take it with me. I didn't have any of my notes or research, but I still had enough new information for my father to patch together things in his own research at the Department of Mysteries.
But no answer made itself known.
I began to study genetic magic, making groundbreaking discoveries at the age of 14 that I kept to myself to avoid major outrage. The Muggles were close enough to making designer babies, I didn't need witches and wizards getting their hands on the same ideas.
The only answers I could find in my new field of study led to more and more questions, seeing as whatever the beetle had done to me must've changed not my magic, but the codons of my DNA in a way that I wasn't even sure was fixable.
I experimented on mice, and other creatures before trying to remove the gene from my body and was met with excruciating pain that felt like how I'd imagine a crucio felt, my hearting feeling as though it stopped in my chest.
And then time reversed itself and I was opening my eyes to the view from my back porch, the distant lake and trees of the Swedish landscape greeting me back from my 4-year trip.
I tried again.
And again.
And again.
I tried so many times I lost count, restarting over and over again until I eventually threw a bombarda directly beneath my feet, effectively blowing everything up for about half a second before I was once again reversed in the loop, staring at the beetle there with frustrated tears in my eyes.
It was difficult, and I spent a long time lying on that porch trying to accept the situation I was in, but I told myself I was okay with this, and that I could make this a gift.
It was only a curse if I let it be.
Life after life I kept pushing through, knowing I'd only end up back on the back porch if I gave up, and I was really starting to hate that place despite its beautiful scenery.
I avoided those I met in past lives.
I set goals for myself at the beginning of each life.
I experimented in blood magic and made myself a time-free home inside a trunk, similar to that of Newt Scamander's briefcase. Although, mine was a bit bigger.
I ruled countries, magic and muggle.
I raced cars on Japan's mountain roads.
I owned all of Canada at one point.
I invented an unimaginable amount of useless kitchen tools.
I invented spells people couldn't even dream of.
I trained dragons in Romania.
But I still couldn't escape.
However, the 12th loop through time I found myself attending a magic school in Africa as a transfer student, revelling in the home away from home feeling that these old buildings seemed to give off. I became the Headmaster by 43 and started my new quest of wanting to be the Headmaster of every magic school, with my eyes set on Hogwarts the next time the time loop reversed itself and deposited me on the back porch once more.
Little did I know that the 13th loop in time was where my story would truly begin anew.
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Letters to Juliet - 4. The Most Amazing Day
Summary: Elena and Stefan are headed off to Verona to meet the suppliers for his new restaurant. Once there Elena falls in with the secretaries of Juliet who answers letters written to the fictional character. Elena finds a letter in Juliet’s house that has been there for 25 years. She decides that she simply has to reply. A few days later a man shows up to berate her.
Pairing: Elena x Stefan (for now)
Disclaimer: I don’t own TVD, TO, or Letters to Juliet
1. Fact Checker 12/1/18
2. Sweet Elena 12/8/18
3. The Secretaries of Juliet 12/15/18
4. The Most Amazing Day 12/22/18
5. She's Come to Find Her Ansel 12/29/18
6. A Story Worth Telling 1/5/19
7. The First Ansel 1/12/19
8. How Many 1/19/19
9. Life is the Messy Bits 1/26/19
10. I have a good feeling about this 2/2/19
11. My Greatest Fear 2/9/19
12. I'm Sorry 2/16/19
13. Don't Make My Mistakes 2/13/19
14. Unfinished 3/2/19
15. What If 3/9/19
16. Epilogue 3/16/19
Elena sat at a small table in the restaurant below headquarters: as she had come to call it.
She was currently glaring at the cursor in the empty word document; it was cheerfully mocking her. The cursor taunted her in the way of a schoolyard bully.
‘You’ll never be good enough Elena… you don’t know your own mind Elena… just give up now Elena…’
She briefly considered throwing the laptop across the restaurant, but her parents had taught her to use her words; physical violence was never the answer.
She heaved a giant sigh before her eyes caught sight of Sarah.
The tiny brunette was approaching her table with a large plate of pasta. She set it before Elena with a flourish and a grin.
“I didn’t order…” Elena trailed off when she smelled the rich tomato sauce, and the variety of spices coming from the plate. She felt her mouth water and forced herself to swallow.
“These are my mother’s meatballs,” Sarah’s grin crinkled her nose. “They are famous around here. It’s my little way of saying thank you for yesterday.”
“Little?” Elena eyed the giant meat balls. Her attention was stolen by Stefan when he approached the table carrying her guidebook.
“My supplier meetings are over. I’m all yours,” he stooped to place a kiss on her cheek. “Do you want to check out the museum? I forget the name of it.”
“Stefan, this is Sarah,” Elena waved to her friend. “She is one of the secretaries I told you about last night.”
Sarah offered him a smile but Stefan’s attention had been caught.
“What is that glorious smell?” His hungry eyes landed on the plate in front of her. Stefan did not seem to hear when Elena called his name. He picked up her fork and took a large bite of the food.
Elena closed her eyes. Her hand curled into a fist against her thigh when Stefan groaned with pleasure.
“You like it?” Sarah asked.
Stefan pointed wildly to the plate. “Do you know what’s in this?” He emphatically shook his head when she started listing off the ingredients. A wild gleam had entered his green eyes; he leaned closer to Sarah. “History: years and years, generations and generations of history. Who made this?”
“Her mother,” Elena felt the smile strain her cheeks.
“I have to meet her.” Stefan immediately took off in the direction of the kitchen.
No doubt following his nose, Elena met Sarah’s curious dark eyes.
She nodded once and Sarah took off after Stefan to make the introductions. Elena lifted the fork when she was alone. She eyed the meatball with a narrow gaze before taking a bite.
She shrugged and felt her head bob from side to side in reluctant agreement.
“That’s a good meatball.”
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Elena glanced at her watch. Her plate had long since been cleared, and still there was no sign of Stefan. She sighed before standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
Sure enough there he was. He stood beside the stove with Sarah’s mother. Elena should have been more surprised to see him in a chef’s uniform, but she wasn’t. A maniacal grin spread over his lips when he saw her.
“Have you met Angelina?”
“I have.”
“She’s a genius.”
“She is.”
Angelina blushed and pretended to hit Stefan with a wooden spoon. “He’s a charmer.”
“Isn’t he just?” Elena’s tight voice went unnoticed. She lifted the guidebook and tilted her head to the side before quirking her eyebrows. “Are you just about ready?”
“Well, actually…” He chuckled nervously and offered her a small shrug. “Angelina’s offered to let me work the dinner shift tonight. She’s going to teach me how to make that sauce.” His grin was hesitant. “Could you imagine that sauce in the restaurant?”
This time her annoyance was noted by the exasperated sigh. “What exactly am I supposed to do?”
“You could help us again,” Sarah stepped in trying to stop the lover’s quarrel that she could smell brewing.
“That’s an awesome idea,” Stefan jumped at the possibility. “I’ll cook and you can write. It’s a win-win situation.”
Elena bit down on her cheek. Her eyes narrowed as she considered arguing with him, but ultimately she spun on her heel. Sarah snatched up her basket and hastened after the brunette.
Sarah watched as Elena pulled the letters from the wall with more force than was strictly necessary. The set of her jaw made it clear Elena was still ticked off.
Sarah gently pulled a letter from the wall; she turned it over in her hands while she eyed Elena. “Your Stefan… he’s very… passionate.”
“About food,” Elena gritted her teeth together. “My Stefan is very passionate about food.”
Sarah felt her eyes grow wide. She watched Elena for a second; her mouth popped open in preparation to say something before she thought better of it. She continued collecting the letters in silence with less aggression than Elena. They were headed out of the courtyard when Elena stopped and peered into a forgotten corner of the small square.
“We forgot one,” she strode over and took the envelope from the wall. She offered Sarah an apologetic smile when she accidentally dislodged a brick.
“It happens sometimes,” she shrugged.
“I’ll just put it back,” she froze when her eyes landed on something that had been hidden behind the bricks.
Her fingers hesitantly reached inside before closing around the folded paper. She stared in wonder at the stained envelope covered in old fashioned writing; the ink was as fine as a spider’s web.
“Sarah,” she whispered and turned the envelope around, “look at the date.”
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“1993!” Sarah gasped when they stepped into headquarters. “Elena has found a letter from 1993.”
The secretaries immediately dropped what they were doing to crowd around the newest recruit. They stared down at the aged paper with hushed breaths. They all seemed a little scared to touch it.
“What does it say?” Francesca sat back in her seat and fixed Elena with an expectant stare.
Elena bit her lower lip to supress her grin. She carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the paper inside. Thankfully it was free of water damage. She glanced around the room before fixing her eyes on the delicate handwriting.
“I didn’t do it, Juliet. I didn’t go to him. I didn’t go to Ansel. I remember the first time those blue eyes met mine. He made me feel loved, and desired. We made plans to run away together.
I was on holiday with my husband; things just haven’t been the same since we lost our Freya. It was a marriage of convenience, but he was a good person. He is no longer the man I married; he is cold and distant. At times he is even violent. In spite of this I could not leave him; I want to, but I’m afraid. I stay only because I am afraid of what I will lose; afraid of the unknown.
The worst thing though, is not being with him; not being with Ansel.
I don’t know what to do. Please tell me what to do.
Love,
Esther.”
Elena blinked back the tears that flooded her eyes. The only sound in the otherwise silent room was her heavy breaths.
Sarah was the first to break the silence. “I think she came back. She left him and came back for her one true love.” She sighed dreamily, “and she made sweet love to her Ansel for the rest of her life; to this day.”
“I think she found him,” Francesca grinned. “They had ten kids before he got old and fat. She wonders everyday what happened to that gorgeous man she left her family for.”
“I think she stayed in England,” Maria harrumphed. “She stayed with her husband.”
“I’m willing to bet every time she makes love to her husband,” Donatella nodded, “she is thinking about her one true love.” She grinned conspiratorially, “I do that all the time.”
Laughter filled the room. Elena alone remained stoic as she stared at the letter still clutched in her hands. “I want to write back.”
“Why?” Maria shook her head and laughed. “She’s probably moved.”
“She could even be dead,” Donatella frowned.
“Maybe,” Elena nodded. Her eyes fell to the paper again, “but she wanted an answer.”
“Then give her one,” Sarah passed her a pen.
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Several hours later the secretaries had responded to the majority of the letters. The responses were piled in the basket ready to be delivered to the post office while Elena continued to work on her reply to Esther; she chewed over every word before putting the pen to paper.
“Let’s hope she doesn’t have a terminal illness,” Sarah’s amused gaze fell on the letter in front of Elena. “She’s going to need time.”
“Is it too long?”
“No,” Sarah laughed, “not for a novel.” She pulled on her coat and headed out the door. “Lock the door and turn off the lights when you’re done.”
An hour later, Elena dropped the addressed envelope in the basket. Her mouth opened in a yawn as she held her hands over her head and stretched. She turned to the door when someone knocked.
“Hey,” she offered Stefan a small smile. She was too happy to pick a fight right now.
Stefan sat a plate of food on the table in front of her before kissing her forehead. “Did you have fun being a secretary today?”
“I did,” Elena hummed, “I had forgotten what it was like to just write. It was amazing.”
“I’m glad.”
“How did things go with Angelina?” She started eating. Elena sensed the question might upset the euphoria that had settled over her mind, and she was right.
“Unreal,” Stefan started gesturing with his hands as a grin bloomed over his face. “I thought I was a good chef, but she has so much to teach me. She cooks from feel Elena… from feel!” He held his hands in front of him; his fingers met his thumbs as he continued. “She doesn’t measure anything, or time anything, and it all comes out perfect. I could learn so much from her in a week...”
Elena felt her eyes narrow as he trailed off. She knew exactly what he was asking. Elena dropped the fork on the plate; the pasta suddenly had the distinct aftertaste of a bribe.
“You promised me,” she stared at him. “You promised this trip wouldn’t be just about the restaurant.”
“I know,” Stefan placed his hands on the table and leaned over to meet her angry brown eyes. “This is a chance for me to learn over forty years of experience. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me… for us…”
Elena stood up and sighed. She ran her fingers through her hair.
“I haven’t said yes, and I did promise,” Stefan dragged his feet over the floor, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, “if you say don’t do it I won’t do it.”
Elena suppressed a groan. She knew she couldn’t actually tell him no. This was his dream, and she couldn’t crush his dream.
“Okay.”
“Is that okay like it’s really not okay?” Stefan gave her a hopeful look.
“It’s just okay.”
Stefan grinned widely. He cupped her cheeks between his hands and pressed a firm kiss to her lips.
Elena wanted nothing more than to lose herself in a kiss, but unfortunately her feet remained firmly planted in the office; she heard soft chatter drifting up from the restaurant. She tried to smile when he pulled away, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Stefan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and led her out the door. She turned off the lights and pulled the door shut behind her.
Later that night she was lying in bed watching the moon through the window. Stefan snored lightly behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see that he was lying flat on his back; the broad expanse of his chest exposed where the blankets had drifted down. She rolled over and stared at the ceiling; her fingers fell to the cold space between them.
When she thought about it things hadn’t been the same since he attended the culinary school. In the beginning he would cook for her and she would marvel in the sensuality of the food. There had been some truly erotic nights spent in the bedroom after a glorious meal; even in the kitchen at times. That was three years ago, and things had certainly cooled since then. She glanced at Stefan’s sleeping form from the corner of her eye.
They had been together since high school, but for the life of her Elena could not remember the last time they had been together.
Where did the passion go?
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Sixty-nine
Randi
Cayden and his friends were drinking and doing god knows what else while watching the game. I had agreed to let him host the party here, which i was kind of regretting because they were loud as hell and it made it hard to take my mid day naps. I had left for a bit to go and pick up some groceries so i could make some food for them to eat plus some snacks and such and now i was back home. I walked past going to put the stuff in the kitchen.
“Baby, you back?” Cayden said, getting up and coming to the kitchen.
“Yeah, just went to target,” I said, taking stuff out of the bag.
“How’s my baby?” He put his arms around me to grab my belly.
“Active. He’s been jumping around all day,” I sighed. He moved his hand around.
“That’s because he’s a little baller. Or maybe a gymnast if it’s a girl.”
“Mmhm,” i said, putting my hand over his. Somebody scored and the guys got all excited. We both looked over. I started taking stuff out the bags. Cayden removed his hands and started going back to the living area. I glanced at him and saw his jaw was locked and arms flexed. I was confused. He walked up to Rambo and smacked him on the back of the head.
“Damn man!” Rambo jumped. He turned around and Cayden grabbed the blunt that he must have just lit out of his mouth.
“I told your slow ass not to be smoking in my house when my wife is pregnant. Are you dumb? That’s my kid you fucking with bruh,”
“My bad Cayden, I forgot,” he said quickly. “I’m sorry man,” he said. Everyone else looked to see what Cayden was gonna do. I already knew what he was planning to do and considering he was China’s man and what not i couldn’t have them falling out or that would make things awkward for all of us. I put the milk I was holding down. I reluctantly intervened.
“It’s ok baby,” i said to him from the kitchen. He looked up at me and I gave him a look to calm down and of course he listened and backed down. He just put the blunt out and came to throw it out in the kitchen. He came up behind me and wrapped an arm around me again.
“Sorry,” He said by my ear just so I could hear.
“It’s ok,” I said, leaning up to kiss him. I wasn’t mad, after all he was right, it was bad for the baby. Cayden had stopped smoking, around the house anyways, all together. It was cute how concerned he was about the baby. He kissed my shoulder and I giggled.
“She’s already pregnant dog, give it a break,” ty said as he came strolling in to the kitchen to open the fridge. I blushed but laughed.
“Hey! I just got those,” I complained. But nobody was listening. He was long gone and they had broken into a play fight, crashing on to the floor and rolling around like children. “You’re 26 years old,” I grumbled, picking my rolls off the floor.
I made some stuff for the guys and then took my food upstairs to eat and watch some shows.
I ended up falling asleep after eating, but woke up a few hours later with terrible heart burn. That was happening a lot now. I would take it over being nauseous 24/7 like in the beginning, but it was still very uncomfortable. I went downstairs to go find some tums and realised Cayden and his friends were gone. I looked at my phone real quick and Cayden had texted me saying he was gonna go in to work. I got some tums and some milk and went back to the bedroom. I decided to give Cole a call because i hadn't talked to him in a while.
"Hi Colebear,"
"Hey lil mama. How you doing?" he asked.
"Im ok, just tired and sick all the time," i complained.
"That sounds horrible," he said. "How much longer you got anyways? Tryna make sure im there when the baby gets here."
"Still have like 4 months. Im ready for it to be over, and i just wanna hold my baby already." I groaned in frustration.
"When we gon find out if its a boy or girl? How am i supposed to buy them some swag if i dont know?"
"I was supposed to find out a while ago but i kept missing my appointments. Im going in a few days, should find out then."
"Word? aight keep me posted."
"I will," i said, "so whats up with you and Ty. He came to my house a week ago and from what he said yall had some drama when he visited." I was being nosy as usual.
"Aint no drama," he mumbled.
"What did you do?" i asked in an accusing tone. He sighed.
"I may have iced him out a little."
"Why?" i asked, confused.
"Things were getting...intense."
"Thats how a relationship works Cole," i pointed out.
"I know," he said simply. I smiled a little bit.
"I get it. I was the same way when Cayden and i started getting serious. It terrified me. It's scary to love someone."
"So what did you do?" He asked.
"Well Cayden didn't really give me an option to run. He followed me every time, " i laughed. "Eventually i just got tired of trying to run away and i just dove in. Now i'm married to the fool and carrying his baby."
"Diving in sounds terrifying."
"It is," i bit my lip, thinking back to when Cayden and i were still dating. "But its worth it."
"Ugh. I cant with this sappy shit right now. Im bout to go to practice and i dont need to be in my feelings while tackling a bunch of dudes."
"Okay fine, ill drop it for now. But you need to just accept you love him and move on. Don't overthink it," i said seriously.
"okay mom."
"Oh God, can you imagine someone is gonna be calling me that soon," i said, more to myself.
"I can see you as a mom. You always taking care of people or helping them fix their lives, even when they didnt ask," he laughed.
"What can i say, i dont know how to mind my business," i shrugged.
"Lowkey im the same," he said. "But i gotta go."
"Okay babe, have a good practice. Ill talk to you later."
He said bye and then i hung up.
Cayden
"Yo, How's the shipment going?" I asked him, referring to a deal i had going with Sean. He was organising the order while i handled the logistics and such.
"Man i don't think we have enough here. We gotta bring some from the other warehouse. I was gonna call Pat but i wanted to run it by you," he got up and i followed him out to the balcony looking down to the rest of the warehouse. It was busy with niggas at work like usual, organised by product.
"What he want?" i asked.
"Coke mostly, but he talking about he got some guy wants a bunch of crystal. We got 10, 20 pound max here," he said, nodding at the back of the room where the guys were breaking and weighing a fresh batch.
"Who the fuck wants to buy that much crystal?" My brows came together.
"Man who knows, thats your boy, ask him. Im just saying, thats pretty much all our supply from both warehouses, and we have one cook" he said. I nodded because he was right, but that wasn't my biggest concern. It was just weird to me that Sean was suddenly moving crystal when he had never before. I couldn't help think back to the time Randi asked if Sean could be trusted and wondered if she was on to something.
"Dont call Pat. Not yet anyways. Imma have a little meeting with Sean first," i decided.
"Got it," he nodded.
"By the way, thanks for checking on Randi while i was gone," i said. He shrugged.
"Uncle duties and what not," he smirked, "how she doing anyways? You weren't playing when you said she was emotional."
"She tired all the time, i feel bad. She go off on you?" I laughed.
"Nah, just crying and shit. I don't know how you do it."
"Ill take crying over when she gets angry."
"True," Ty nodded. I checked my watch.
"I gotta go find Keisha, i need her to get Sean here. I aint going to Cali, i just got back," i looked around a bit.
"She was here with Kassie earlier, training and what not. How you get her to come back anyways?" he raised a brow.
"I begged," i chuckled. " Why? you still got a crush on her? Thought you were all about the D now."
"Fuck you Cayden," he said, turning to go back to his office. I laughed and went off to find Keisha.
I ended up just calling Keisha from my office and she came up.
"Hey, sorry, Kassie was showing me around. She just left," she said.
"It's all good. I need you to do something for me though. 2 things actually."
"Sure, what is it?" she pulled out a pen and notepad.
"I need you to get Sean here. ASAP."
"Got it," she nodded.
"Also i need you to book me a trip, for 2. Jamaica, not business. Anytime in the next month or so," i looked up from my phone calendar.
"I'll get right on it..." she paused. "It's sweet. I mean, im assuming it's for your wife."
"Yeah it is. Gotta keep her happy," i shrugged. She smiled. Then she seemed to remember something and pulled out her phone
"Oh before i forget, the accountant is coming tomorrow. Just a reminder. Also, your calendar says its Ty's birthday soon, do you want me to arrange anything?"
"Remind me an hour before tomorrow. Get a gift for me, Randi is doing the rest. She throws unnecessary parties, its kind of her thing," i rolled my eyes.
"Okay then. Ill go start on this," she said, turning for the door.
"How was the training by the way?" i asked. Kassie had been here the whole time i was gone, showing her the ropes
"Good. She was really nice. She had a lot of great things to say about you. But i'm not surprised, you're a nice guy Cayden. I cant tell you how much this job means to me, my son too," she brushed her golden curls aside. "I mean i made decent money at the club, but...this is a lot better," she bit her lip. I nodded.
"You should have called me, I always cared about you Keisha," i smiled at her gently seeing her get emotional. She was all tough exterior, it was rare to see this side of her.
"I was embarrassed," she shrugged.
"You aint gotta be. How people make money is none of by business. Bur don't worry, i pay my assistants a lot. You gotta put up with my ass, just wait, you'll be sick of me soon."
She laughed.
"Thanks Cayden," she smiled.
"You're welcome," i said simply. She left and closed the door behind her.
Once she was gone i called Randi to check on her.
Randi
Cayden called me just after id gotten off with Cole. He asked how i was and then he was telling me about what he was doing and when he would be home. Then i heard someone talking in the background, it wasn't a guy though, it was a female voice.
“Who is that” I said.
“Who’s who?” He asked. I sat up straighter in the bed chair.
“The chick talking in the back ground,” i said. I couldn't think of any reason for there to be a girl in his office at the warehouse. I knew there were a few girls who were involved in selling and what not but Cayden didn't spend time talking to pedlars or people lower in the chain, he handled all the big time stuff. I started to wonder if he wasn't really at the warehouse but i didn't see why he would lie.
“Keisha,” he said, as if that meant anything. “My assistant.”
“When did you get an assistant? You don’t like anyone, how’d you even pick someone.”
“I told you months ago that I needed an assistant baby,” he reminded me. This was true but still.
“Hm,” I said simply.
“So we good then? I’ll see you in a few hours,” he said.
“Okay,” i said, hanging up. I had been too annoyed to say bye or I love you.
Why would he get an assistant without telling me? If that even was his assistant. I knew there was always random girls walking around that definitely weren’t assistants, the business kind anyways. I wondered what this Keisha girl was assisting Cayden with and my blood started to boil. I tried to not be this person but pregnancy also had me a bit mentally unstable and I wasn’t particularly confident right now. Was Cayden fooling around with another girl because i was becoming the size of a whale? I panicked and started to get up off the bed and pulled on a sweater.
I wasn’t really sure what I was doing until i was driving for 20 minutes and leaving the city to go towards the warehouse. I never came here on my own and I started to second guess myself as I pulled up and security immediately posted up. I got out of the car and locked it. One of the guys looked familiar though and I was pretty sure I’d seen him before.
“Are you lost shawty?” Another guy said, licking his lips in a disgusting way and looking down at me. I was about to release all my fury on him when the familiar guy spoke up.
“That’s Cayden’s wife you idiot” he said. The previous guy shrunk back.
“My bad,” he said quickly, head down.
“Should i get Cayden for you?” The familiar guy asked. I shook my head.
“I know my way,” I said, motioning to the door. They paused but moved out of the way. I adjusted my cardigan and went in. People stared at me because i rarely came period let alone on my own. Also I was pretty pregnant now which drew attention. I went upstairs to the offices and stopped in front of Cay’s. I debated whether or not to knock then decided against it. I opened the door and walked in.
Cayden looked up and his face went very confused when he saw me. He was in the chair and a girl stood beside him, bent over and pointing to the computer screen.
“Randi? What the fuck are you doing here?” He said. My face must not have looked happy because he quickly got up. “I mean is everything ok? Is it the baby?” He came over and put a hand to my lower back. I immediately checked his hand for the wedding band which was there.
“The baby’s fine,” I said, looking him over for lipstick, makeup, anything.
“What’s going on then?” He asked. I looked up at the girl standing and starring at us. Cayden looked up. “Keisha can you give me a minute with my wife,” she stood for a minute looking which was strange but then she shuffled out.
I was looking around his office looking for any signs of anything messy when Cayden put a hand to my cheek. “Baby, What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I mumbled, feeling like the biggest fool.
“You drove all the way up here for nothing. Nah,” he shook his head. I choked up, I couldn’t say I came because I thought you were cheating.
“I don’t feel good,” I lied. I did feel sick to my stomach all of a sudden but more out of guilt. Guilty that I’d thought he’d do something like that and also because the way he looked worried now that he thought I was sick.
“Maybe I should take you to the hospital,” he said, feeling my forehead.
“No I’ll be okay,” I said quickly. “I think I just need to go home,”
“I’ll take you,” He said “someone will come pick me up after.”
I agreed. He held me all the way out of his office and down the stairs. Once we got in the car I was still thinking about the fact that he got an assistant and didn’t tell me. That was still sketchy, cheating or not.
“How do you know her?” I asked.
“Keisha?” He asked. I waited for him to lie because honestly I already knew the truth. I was simply testing him. “Being 100, we used to fuck but it was a long time ago, and we were actually friends.”
“So is that why you didn’t tell me?” I asked.
“This about to be a problem isn’t it?” He asked. “Wait? Is that why you drove all the way down here?”
Well shit.
“Well I heard a girl in your office,” I said, defending myself. He turned to face me then.
“And you automatically assumed I was what? Cheating?” He looked upset. I was supposed to be the one angry. “You don’t even trust me huh? Still,” he shook his head.
When he put it like that he made it sound bad.
“It’s not like that-“
“What’s it like? You came running, so that’s what you thought.”
“Well...” I started. “Normally I wouldn’t be scared but look at me,” i gestured at myself. “I don’t look tight and right at the moment. And don't eve play me like you didn't just hire a girl you used to sleep with and not tell your wife about it.”
“You’re insane Randi. You’ve lost your mind. I ain’t even gon fight you cause you carrying my kid.”
I got frustrated and was fighting the urge to break into tears so i just glared out the window for the ride home.
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William/Mark was ostracized the other night
Thats why the news about the non-rapes occurred in Oklahoma news because it was regionally broadcast that it occurred in 1999 by qE2
Before a longer story; I just want to say we understand. And no one blames you nor harbors ill will towards your prior belief of understanding.
I just hope you understand the truth and you welcome him in your community as he wishes to be. I further wish you understand he's a true hero and none of this would happened without him. But if youd like to treat him as a normal person no different than you, then thats great. It is what we prefer most because we want everyone to be treated like kings and queens.
He is my true soulmate and he has had to hide that from me and all that hoopla.
I and a previously legless Abu burned down the eQ2 Okmulgee & Oklahoma buildings she owned while he was in jail over a stolen bike that he did not steal.
Jennifer Landsberry had a clone as did William.
Like he's some planet needle like grass needs to grow on.
eQ2 was not quite able to perfect chest hair back then. It was always like a porcupine. She also didn't know how to not make it grow on clones. She could get the scientists to pick out the eggs without for humans but could never do clones.
Clones come from the prostate and sperm for men and for women, where girls wetness comes from and her ovaries. That's all I'll say. Because she did some crazy after that. And that's way too much information even if no one says they're gonna do that... Its been happening since the 70s but i figured it out in 1984 and 1986 then some one listened in 1994.
So Mark William knew he had a twin But not a clone... Nor did anyone know Jen was a clone. But she was. Then a Stephanie clone kept messing me up and kept me and Mark William apart for enough time for the qE2 to realize she could do more in her plans.
The whole William clone was a mess... He would beat Jen up and she would call me and he would hit her in front of me.
And a whole lot of shit.
And since my real man was in jail and the clones would constantly lie and covet for the qE2... I was lost. And so was all of Okmulgee.
So I came out here to New Mexico. And for the last 19 years I've lived like any lost Okmulgee person. In misery and Hell. Poverty and sadness. Alone but not lonely.
So, i understand believing lies. I wrote William only when I was getting married and pregnant but not after, just 2 baby pictures. Because then i got legally married.
Once after my divorce and told him not to write me if he wanted anything more than pen pals. So he did not respond.
In the last letter i wrote him how escaping jail (with his clone that was arrested for arson) was his choice but how all the cops knew Jen did drops and how the clone had a cell phone and called Jen everyday. And so in legal belief a jury of 10 would 100% decide without discussing that he should be set free. So he should demand a better prison and early release but not parole nor probation. Just release, by the time he was 30 or 40, his choice.
Look at that baby face. He was just a little lamb when they locked him in.
So I did check about 2 years later and he did indeed make two moves and was at a low security prison in 2014.
Alexis Dejoria and William LeGrande began exchanging emails in 2016.
She and Kim Kardashian got him permanently released this summer by paying cash for his release. Which then he turned around and demanded 2x the amount from qE2 and he paid them back exactly what they paid the queen.
He had to promise not to approach me until she was dead. Because i don't approach people or talk to people in like stores unless i see they need help making a purchase or reaching something. Then i offer advise if I know the topic or my arms if i can reach.
And I certainly wouldn't approached him not being aware of clones.
I only found out he was released 6 days ago but i have seen him all in my neighborhood walking around sucking on a lollipop.
Which made me always think "one of us is a sucker but Idk which one of us" because im so used to people following me for different reasons, rapists not wanting to get caught and hiring people to intimidate me, undercover law enforcement, hired hitmen, qE2 I know now, Abus, and all kinds. So I knew he was a follow but how or why i Didn't take my time on.
I would more focus on the times I saw them. I thought that was more important than as to why.
Eventually someone would try to kill me to my face or wouldn't. And if law enforcement did their job, i wouldn't even notice.
So that's why i would count so i could find out how they bypassed security to Kill me to my face. Just in case they did get that far.
So there's a whole ton of his clones under the bunker at my Uncle's. All ready to rip people apart at any time. Of course they're good clones so they have Armageddon protection on top of the qE2 so even Fire don't bother them.
His twin always has a yoyo. And William has always carried an old old yoyo string in his pocket. Until Declan lit it on fire (to prove he was human) after doing karate moves on it. In 2008.
He was fucking lit crazy trying to get the string while JJJR held him back with Matt's help. And I thought it was hilariously funny.
So Declans sub father bought a whole yoyo for William to get the string out of. And Declan made a string ring and bracelet for him.
And he was pleased but was not happy his string was murdered and burnt. So i held his hand although he tried to take it away like i allowed his string to be and I explained "I know how that was the link to your only family" and he wanted to prove his point in loud breath "now now you've proved your point you won't even give me your hand" he slid his hand closer to me but looked away pouty "or even look at me" he slid his eyeball to the corner "now thats better." He wiggled his fingers of his hand i didn't touch "oh now you want me to hold it?!?!" He nodded so I held his fingers "I know how that wa the only link to your family" and he yanked away his hand and turned away to pout. Then sighed and reached deep into his other pocket
"I had two! One for me and one for him!"
"Oh forget it! Now my speech is ruined!"
"Uh no! Im not! Give me the other yoyo!" Said Declan "the other yoyo! I need it! So you can match don't worry about it"
"But I needed two to prove it was -- wait finish your story i bet it was magic..."
"What? Oh. Well Declan burned it for proof you're not a clone, you know after he... Killed it... And So what I was going to continue to say. Honey are you even listening?"
"Shh" he told Declan "let her finish"
"I can't. I need to see little Declans face when i finish, now that you mention it."
"No You don't! I'll be fine!!!"
"Then you'll need a tissue I'll be right back" Declan always turns so no one sees him crying. Just like I do
"Okay as i was saying. Now you have a new family. With us and with--"
His mouth dropped open and he jumped up and ran from where he moved to let Declan size the jewelry to where I stood after dropping his tissue for him on his back like a half sash like George of the Jungle
"I knew it!! I knew it!! That's what he was just saying too!! He said Annie had told him when they were in the room. He wanted to know why you were laughing and why you were happy when he did something bad thats why he made the ring for me! Why do you look so ... Do you want to finish?!? Here measure me!"
"Dec..lan!"
"Oh thank God. I needed that. Wait. I got snot"
"Why do you look so... What? Is it shock??"
"Uh huh" i sunk into the couch and began to cry droplets of tears like rain
"Honey! What's wrong?!"
"Nothing! Every thing is just perfect!!"
Declan gasped and jumped up from his squatted position and gsve me a hug and kiss on the cheek "thanks. I needed that!"
.... See i had been dealing with clones for a few years and a bunch of Declans dad's clones and twins so I was used to people looking familiar. He told me his name was Mark. So I didn't ever realize I was talking to William LeGrande.
He went by Mark because they did like CIA codes to escape. You didn't want to miss your "mark" in their Harriet Tubman land.
And he didn't sleep in my bed.
But I felt more comfortable with him than I did with anyone in my life. Only a bit more than my daughter. Tiny almost unnoticeable amount.
*Declan's soulmate was murdered by an evil clone for punishment for being independent. So Declan's independent ass told me. So I told him i would give him a soulmate because we were both similar thinkers. When he asked. So William got a free pass out and a "regrowth" which they used an injection for. And we made my kid. But inwas drugged then on Xanax so.
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10 Year Sickiversary
10 years and 4 days ago today I got sick and never got better. I wrote this to commemorate it:
I want to write something incredibly profound and moving for my 10 year sickiversary. But I can’t. Writing used to be my outlet. It was something that came easily for me and I was proud of my talent with words. Business school beat my affinity for flowery and often turgid prose out of me in favor of conciseness and bullet points. But even so I still retained a nugget of my craft and found ways to enjoy penning a tax research paper in place of angsty poetry.
I could say that it happened the second the virus entered my bloodstream. That a microbe found and destroyed my skill in a summary execution. And in some ways that is true. But it was a slower and (at times) more devastating death. The virus/CFS hijacked my focus and memory immediately. A year later migraines and their medications took and continue to take my words (a condition called aphasia). Then for good measure they took my ability to type or write without angering the ruthless dragon that is the permamigraine (occipital/trigeminal neuralgia). More recently nerve compression from herniated cervical discs and stenosis keep my hands from working properly. But even without these numerous, concrete medical issues, the fact is that I lost faith in my mind a long time ago. That kind of self doubt is as debilitating as my motor deficits.
Because no matter what happened in my life - whether I was single or attached, fat or thin, rich or poor, happy or sad - I had my intellect. Twenty years ago when I graduated from high school I was awarded Most Likely to Run for President and bound for one of the best business schools in the country. I knew I was smart and I felt like because of it endless possibilities awaited me. I was told all my life if I studied hard that everything would work out. Above is a picture of me at 18. Her innocence and joy are hard to look at because I know she would be heartbroken if she knew how it all worked out. That the girl who wanted to major in literature struggles to focus on a young adult audiobook now. That the former CPA who used to run audits can hardly balance her checking account anymore.
This is usually the time where I start to worry I’m alienating people with the harsh truth of living life with a debilitating illness. The part where I list the joys that are still plentiful in my life. The part where I feel pressure to say that I’m grateful for getting sick because it made me see beauty where I once did not. That now I know what really matters in life. So it’s all good.
But I won’t do that this year. It’s been 10 fucking years. I have every right to be angry that I’ve spent 10 years in bed. That I watch my friends and family travel, get married, have kids, excel in their careers, and move forward in life. I feel stuck. Trapped in amber. Preserved at the age of 27 except with more lines on my face, gray hairs, and a crappier metabolism.
Of course I know it could be worse. I am friends with people much sicker than I am. I have friends who have died. I’m a white girl in America with parents who can afford to help her. My privilege abounds. But because of the plentiful cheery disabled person tropes, people’s discomfort with their own mortality and the pain of others, our positive attitude focused culture,and the ingrained socialization women receive to be pleasant and meek I have subjugated my own grief time and again over these last 10 years. So for today I’m sharing it with you. I’ll resume regularly scheduled Stepford programming tomorrow.
But I’d be remiss to say that my life of perpetual pain, fatigue, and loss is devoid of love and joy. It’s so not. I’ve got a kick ass boyfriend who genuinely enjoys taking care of me instead of doing it out of obligation, friends who never give up on me even when I disappear down a migraine hole for months, a niece and nephew that don’t see a sick person just their purple-haired Aunt Jenny, parents who let me and my cats move in and disrupt their swinging Empty Nest life without hesitation, a little sister who in many ways has become my big sister by taking care of me whether than means pedicures or help with errands, a Bestie/Braintwin who knows Jensen Ackles and the cuddles from Corgis can cure anything, my late babycat Cameron who was always up for spooning and never stopped trying to groom me, and a wee tortie Callie who is perfectly happy to spend her days in bed with me. These people love this Jenny. Even if she is broken.
I want to sum this up with some amazing wisdom I have gleaned from these last 10 years but all I can say is that it really sucks to watch everything you thought made you…well…you disappear into a fog of fatigue and relentless pain. It is devastating to watch what you hoped for the future, in my case a life of professional success, exciting travel with a loving husband, and maybe even a kiddo or two, disappear down the drain. The grief never really ends - it just ebbs and flows.
But it doesn’t mean I don’t have hope, gratitude, joy, love, and even excitement in my life. Doctors have found consistent, biological differences in CFS patients and the questionable studies that relegated it as a somatic disorder that only psychotherapy and exercise could cure are being disproven. I’m going to see the Old 97s play next month and am hoping for a trip to Colorado at the end of the summer to explore canniboid oil for pain relief.
So my great wisdom is that I don’t have to pigeonhole myself as the smiling disabled person who puts everyone at ease and is full of folksy wisdom. But I also don’t have to live solely in my pain, day in and day out. I can be grateful and grieving at the same time. I can look forward to tomorrow while being sad for that hopeful 18 year old girl that didn’t expect this future. To quote the 11th Doctor, “The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” Or better yet, to quote the TARDIS, “[Human beings are] so much bigger on the inside.”
#sickiversary#chronic illness#mecfs#occipital neuralgia#trigeminal neuralgia#fibromyalgia#bedbound#permamigraine
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92 Questions
RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people!
I mean I don’t have anything to do and I don’t really wanna think at the moment so why not? I was tagged by @doitpunk
THE LAST:
1. Drink: Glacier Ice Gatorade
2. Phone call: a wrong number call from earlier today which consisted of the caller and myself repeating, “hello??’ in distressed voices until they hung up.
3. Text message: “I’m glad you’re happy, honestly. Night.” this sounds sarcastic, but i assure you it was not meant that way.
4. Song you listened to: Moonlight Serenade by Frank Miller and His Orchestra
5. Time you cried: hA like ten minutes ago
6. Dated someone twice: does it mean have i ever dated the same person twice? if so, nope.
7. Kissed someone and regretted it: yep
8. Been cheated on: nope
9. Lost someone special: hA you betcha my doode I'm gettin pretty good at driving the people i care about away
10. Been depressed: i think everyone has been “depressed” in the down in the dumps kinda way. but if you mean more along the lines of mental illness, yeah.
11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yep
LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:
12-14 really really light orange that makes me think of creamsicles, ivy green, and lilac
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:
15. Made new friends: yeah
16. Fallen out of love: i wish
17. Laughed until you cried: my stepdad was pissing my mom off so she took his pen and smashed it into the table so the tip was ruined and i about had to get my inhaler i was laughing so hard
18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes
19. Met someone who changed you: yep
20. Found out who your friends were: i don’t know
21. Kissed someone on your fb list: i don’t have a fb list
GENERAL:
22. How many of your fb friends do you know ill: don’t use facebook
23. Do you have any pets: yes
24. Do you want to change your name: i’m not adamantly fond of my name but i can’t imagine being called by anything other than the one i was born with
25. What did you do for your last birthday: i don’t like my birthday. i don’t have parties anymore and it’s not like i had people messaging me to congratulate me on being born. i was at my father’s house and some not great stuff happened so i don’t really remember
26. What time did you wake up: around nine
27: What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping for once because i had been at the hospital and felt very alone and didn't want to be awake
28. Name something you can’t wait for: i don’t know
29. When was the last time you saw your mom: an hour or two ago
30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: i would like to make the people in my life happier
31. What are you listening to rn: the sound of my fan and my dog snoring. also there are traintracks close to my house so one passes every half hour or so and i get to hear them
32. Have you talked to a person named Tom: probably
33. Something that is getting on your nerves: my hair
34. Most viewed website: netflix is a website
35. Mole/s: i don't have any
36. Mark/s: i have some freckles that i wish stood out more and a birthmark on my right hand. i have a lot of scars on my arms/legs that are bothersome and a big insecurity of mine. i also have some freckles on my chest and shoulders.
37. Childhood dream: i wanted to go to egypt and study history for a period of time, be a teacher, a stay at home mom with however many kids my husband wanted, possibly president.
38. Hair colour: boring old brown
39. Long or short hair: short, although summer always makes me want to grow it out. you see all the beautiful girls with ponytails and messy buns and try on outfits that don’t work with short hair and it ends up getting to you a little bit.
40. Do you have a crush on someone: yeah
41. What do you like about yourself: i like my birthmark and my tattoo
42. Piercings: yep
43. Bloodtype: no clue
44. Nickname: i have a friend that used to call me wrecka but idk
45. Relationship status: not even gonna try an make a joke about this one. you really think my unlovable ass is in a relationship???
46. Zodiac: Taurus
47. Pronouns: she/her
48. Favourite TV show: Quantum Leap (starring Scott Bakula)
49. Tattoos: a flower on my hip that has been named Orion
50. Right ot left hand: i’m right handed
51. Surgery: no
52. Piercing: ears and septum
53. Sport: i used to be very athletic (softball, tennis, volleyball, soccer) but now I'm honestly so out of shape and unmotivated
55. Vacation: where i’d like to vacation? i don’t really know. i love road trips
56. Pair of trainers: i don’t really care about shoes but I've been wearing the same pair of converse since middle school
MORE GENERAL:
57. Eating: eat when i’m hungry
58. Drinking: water or juice or whatever’s in the fridge
59. I’m about to: cry lol
61. Waiting for: emotional stability
62. Want: oh golly gee batman that’s a loaded question
63. Get married: not sure. saying “my wife” would be fun. i really can’t imagine having that kind of relationship though? i mean jesus i’d love to but it just seems unrealistic for me
64. Career: pls don;t
WHICH IS BETTER ?
65. Hugs or kisses: depends.
66. Lips or eyes: eyes
67. Shorter or taller: taller
68. Older or younger: older
70. Nice arms or nice stomach: a nice stomach
71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive
72. Hook-up or relationship: relationship
73. Troublemaker or hesitant: both are wonderful
HAVE YOU EVER:
74. Kissed a stranger: nope
75. Drank hard liquor: yep
76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: eh. i have like ten minutes of panic then realize i’m wearing them
77. Turned someone down: yeah
78. Sex on the fist date: bruh i’ve never even been on an actual date
79. Broken someones heart: does my own count
80. Had your heart broken: yeah
81. Been arrested: nope
82. Cried when someone died: eventually, yes.
83. Fallen for a friend: hA! it’s like you know how pathetic i am
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
84. Yourself: i want to
85. Miracles: miracles are different for everybody
86. Love at first sight: nope
87. Santa Claus: i mean creepy old dudes in red suits exist but they aint santa
88. Kiss on the first date: if it feels right i guess
89. Angels: every time a girl smiles at me i do
OTHER:
90. Current best friends name: i don’t really have one anymore
91. Eye colour: boring brown
92. Favourite movie: It’s a Wonderful Life (which i think i’m going to watch right now)
I guess i’m supposed to tag 20 people now but i don’t have that many friends
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All of them. Just to be a pain
Can’t believe I’m about to answer these but its either this or a marketing assignment so here goes…
1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?
more cereal
2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?
Yes!
3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?
blank revision cards and raffle tickets
4: how do you take your coffee/tea?
white with sugar
5: are you self-conscious of your smile?
yes
6: do you keep plants?
non but i would like to (in fact, I’m going to buy one next week)
7: do you name your plants?
nope
8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?
none im not very creative :(
9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?
yep
10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?
side or stomach usually
11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?
hmmm can’t think of this (wait you should know this any idea?)
12: what’s your favorite planet?
Pluto
13: what’s something that made you smile today?
my little niece started talking to me about flying pigs
14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?
like the friends apartment with loads of little quirky shit
15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!
Venus is the only planet that spins backwards relative to the other planets.
16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?
good ole simple pasta with tomato sauce and cheese
17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?
dark purple
18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.
i have no stories omg
19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?
non
20: what’s your favorite eye color?
don’t have one in particular, depends on the person really
21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.
there was my little karrimor rucksack that i had all throughout (most of ) secondary school and it broke on the day before the last day of Year 11 but still holds a special place in my heart
22: are you a morning person?
nooooooooo (unless its morning where you’ve been up all night)
23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?
make tea and watch tv
24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?
nope (i don’t have a lot of secrets though??)
25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?
a hotel kitchen (by accident i should add)
26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?
at the moment, my black boots
27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?
mint?? idek
28: sunrise or sunset?
sunset
29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?
there’s this one little shit that always sends me asks on tumblr
30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?
yes
31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about sock
socks, my friend, are a fucking brilliant invention. i have a bit of love-hate relationship with socks because i feel like they confine your feet (i mean why would you want to lock your feet into little pockets of cloth?) but on the other hand THEY’RE SO CUTE. little socks with funky patterns and little animals and the super soft house socks as well. having said that, all my socks are black with either pink purple or blue on the foot and heel parts. SO, my favourite thing to do is always wear mismatched socks - but nobody can tell because the main part of the sock is black. It’s like a little secret I can wear all day knowing that my socks are not the same even though it looks like they are.
32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.
we’d just left a club in prague and headed over to burger king. we sat down and then out of nowhere in the middle of prague this group of gujarati kids came and sat down next to us. I had a conversation with them and forgot that the other girls hadn’t the foggiest idea what the fuck we were talking about. we were leaving and then one of them asked me to marry him……
33: what’s your fave pastry?
er…something with chocolate? or apples
34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?
there was this little black dog that used to be my sister’s, i can’t remember what i used to call him but I’ve still got him somewhere
35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?
I absolutely love them but can never bring myself to use them (I eventually did and my Latin notes are so fucking pretty)
36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?
Bahamas
37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?
messy but organised messy
38: tell us about your pet peeves!
when people walk slowly in the middle of the street and when people think they’re better than you
39: what color do you wear the most?
black
40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?
i have a little harry potter necklace i got for my 16th which i wear almost every day
41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?
me before you
42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!
don’t like coffee shops much
43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?
nobody
44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?
last sunday
45: do you trust your instincts a lot?
no lol they’re shit
46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.
all puns are good puns
47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?
ermm dunnoo
48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?
can’t remember exactly what my biggest fear was, but it’s not the same as today (although probably quite similar)
49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?
nope don’t own any
50: what’s an odd thing you collect?
empty glue sticks
51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?
you - la vie en rose
52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?
LOOL some of the trump and theresa may ones have been pretty good
53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?
no but they’re all on my list to watch
54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?
probably a stranger on the train
55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?
moved out
56: what are some things you find endearing in people?
people tagging in posts and memes
57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?
currently ill in bed so i didn’t even move -_-
58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?
keef is the wine mom and i reckon you will be the vodka aunt :)
59: what’s your favorite myth?
there was this one where zeus was cheating on hera and when he got caught he turned the woman into a cow
60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?
yes! usually just snippets i read on the internet though
61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?
given is what we gave keef and received…i don’t think ive ever received a stupid gift?
62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?
sometimes yes, either the innocent strawberry and banana smoothie or the orange and passionfruit tropicana
63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?
music yes, it all has to be in particular playlists and books no, they’re just stacked randomly
64: what color is the sky where you are right now?
bright blueee
65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?
you :( and a couple of people from school actually
66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?
tiny little black red and purple flowers
67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?
a bit eh actually, but also nice if i’m inside and in bed
68: what’s winter like where you live?
not great, just a bit grim and rainy and no snow
69: what are your favorite board games?
monopolyyyy
70: have you ever used a ouija board?
nope
71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?
breakfast tea
72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?
1000000% yes
73: what are some of your worst habits?
picking at the skin around my fingers and overthinking (the standard tbh)
74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.
newcastle born and bred sarcastic little shit who can be a bit annoying but also has a heart of gold
75: tell us about your pets!
MY LITTLE BABYYYYY Goghi is my cat - black with little white paws, a white stripe down her front and a white moustache. Softest fucking fur EVER. She has one funny eye, hates people and sleeps all day. I also have about twenty fish in the pond and two little ones in a tank inside. Varying sizes and no names
76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?
a marketing assignment, the laundry and cleaning my room
77: pink or yellow lemonade?
noooo idea..
78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?
fanclub. they’re one in a minion those things
79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?
little things like when people come and see me i cant think of a particular example
80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?
beige and nope we just painted the whole house that colour
81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.
*can’t remember what anyone’s eyes look like*
82: are/were you good in school?
yeah i was a pretty good student
83: what’s some of your favorite album art?
the airborne toxic event and green day’s american idiot
84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?
yesss but not sure yet!
85: do you read comics? what are your faves?
nope
86: do you like concept albums? which ones?
i have never heard of concept albums (upon googling it appears i do like some of them, yes)
87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?
3 idiots, dead poets society and kuch kuch hota hai amongst others
88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?
non
89: are you close to your parents?
eh
90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.
Londonnn - its just….everything (but also expensive)
91: where do you plan on traveling this year?
croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina and hopefully a couple of other city breaks
92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?
drowns
93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?
hair down if its straight or pony tail if its curly
94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?
my little cousin’s birthday was yesterday
95: what are your plans for this weekend?
stay in be all weekend drink tea and eat soup
96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?
procrastinate, all the time
97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?
INTJ/INTP, gemini and ravenclaw
98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?
ncs? loved it but also hated it because i don’t like climbing
99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.
Current favourites: Sometime Around Midnight, Vampire Smile and Wasn’t Expecting That
100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?
Future - five years ago i was there and twas a bit shite
oh my god you don’t know how long those took me YOU BETTER READ THEM ALL @findinganiqa XXX
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All around the world, chapter 10
Summary: It has been ten years since Emil saw his friends and he decides to take a vacation to see them.
Type: fanfiction/chapter story
Words: 1546
Category: Stand Still Stay Silent
Genre: Friendship, hurt/comfort
Rating: Teen
Characters: Lalli, Emil, Mikkel, Malthe, Michael
Warnings: Cows,
Read it here or at ff.net
Lalli didn't care much, and Emil knew he shouldn't since he had seen lots of farms both in Sweden and in Finland, but there was something different about the Madsen farm. To begin with, it was big, with large fields that laid barren for the winter. Cows were grazing in one field, getting what fresh grass they could before the first snow would fall. And in the middle of the whole place there was four buildings, all looking like they had been built by different people, and even those different people hadn't been able to agree about how their own house should look. Even though it looked like a place to try out new explosives there was still something tranquil, something warm, over the place. It felt like home, even though Emil had never seen it before.
”It's a beauty, isn't it?” Malthe said with a laugh.
Emil wasn't sure how to answer, so he nodded. Malthe led them towards the houses and Lalli started pulling at Emil's backpack as they walked, handing Emil the three presents they had gotten for Mikkel. As they got closer Emil spotted someone near one of the buildings, trying to get a cow to go inside it. Malthe waved to the person.
”Yo, Mikkel!”
”Ah, the lost son returns”, Mikkel answered and gave up his attempts with the cow. ”And he brought company! You should have warned us.”
”Hi Mikkel”, Emil said, smiling stupidly at the older man.
Mikkel hadn't changed much during the years. A little bit thinner, but barely noticeable, still sporting the sideburns and his shoulder-lenght hair. As he came up to them Emil noticed the wrinkles in his face and as the man smiled at them he saw that there was something different over Mikkel's eyes that age alone couldn't explain.
”Sorry for not warning you”, Emil said, ”but I wasn't entirely sure if I'd even find you.”
Mikkel nodded towards what seemed to be the main building, told them to get inside and Malthe led them to the building. Mikkel joined them after ten minutes.
”Michael, we have guests! Prepare some food for them, they look like they're starving!”
He sank down in an armchair, gestured for Emil, Lalli and Malthe to settle down, which they did, and then Mikkel asked what had brought them there. Emil explained that he had wanted to visit the first people he could actually call friends and Lalli had been kind enough to offer to tag along. He told Mikkel a little about how life had been in Sweden, and then Michael came inside to tell them that food had been prepared. Emil's jaw dropped a little when he saw the second Mikkel entering the room, and Michael laughed, held out his hand to the Swede.
”I'm Michael, Mikkel's older brother.”
”Older only by about thirty minutes.”
”It's still older.”
Emil decided that Michael was a person he liked. He got up from the couch and was reminded about the gifts he was still holding and offered them to Mikkel. Mikkel raised an eyebrow, but thanked him and opened them. He laughed when he saw the potatoes and his laughter increased when he unwrapped the two books. They all went to the dining room, settled down and ate dinner. Malthe told his brothers about what he had done in Sweden and how Emil had stumbled over him on the boat, followed by Mikkel and Michael telling stories about farm-work during the summer. Emil did his best to keep Lalli part of the conversation, but after a while Lalli patted his arm and told him to enjoy the conversation without translating. Emil smiled thankfully.
”So you've mastered Finnish now?” Mikkel asked.
”Only took me like 8 years”, Emil said, proud over his achievement. ”I decided to finish studying it when I got back home since I had already started. Was pretty good to have in work as well, made the Finns feel more welcome when they came over.”
”How about Danish?”
”Still sounds like gibberish”, Emil answered with a smile. ”So what have you been up to these years?”
”Little brother here is inbetween jobs again”, Michael said, ”so he dcided to help me and the wife out here. He's also bravely declining all attempts from the ladies who wants to court him.”
”I am too old to get married and have kids, Michael.”
”Don't try that one on me, you've been like this for twenty years.”
”Was that the reason you came to the Silent World with us?”
”They needed someone to keep an eye on you kids and since I was momentarily between jobs at that time I decided that I could just as well follow along.”
Michael leaned closer to Emil.
”Don't listen to him, it was his revenge for getting kicked off from the reclamation attempt.”
Emil laughed, but tried to hide it behind a cough. Mikkel glared at the two of them and they fell quiet as they finished eating up. Michael took care of the dishes while the other four continued talking. Malthe left when Michael came back and the four of them played some boardgames and kept talking for another two hours. Mikkel offered Emil and Lalli room on the farm while they stayed in Denmark, but warned them that there would be early mornings and that he had lots of work to do and wouldn't be able to entertain them much. Emil ensured him that it wouldn't be any problem, he and Lalli were able to entertain themselves.
Emil helped Mikkel with the cows the next day, with Lalli sitting on the fence to watch them work. Mikkel had to show him how everything worked, and he admitted that he was impressed that Emil was interested in learning it. Emil wasn't sure what to answer and instead asked Mikkel about what he had done since the expedition. Mikkel told the younger man that he had worked in Iceland for a couple of years, then returned to the Danish military, and was sent to Norway to work in Sigrun's division. A year later he returned to the farm as his mother had gotten ill, had found work in the town, but after six months she had passed away and Mikkel moved back to the farm to help his father, who was also getting worse.
”Michael and his wife inherited the farm, so I rejoined the Danish army”, Mikkel continued. There was a new attempt to reclaim former Denmark and...”
”Were you relocated again?”
Mikkel hook his head.
”I was in the first wave. We got further this time, but then... We got overrun. I almost died that day and when I was finally better Michael had gotten his first kid, so I moved back to the farm. I have been helping out here since then, I take care of the animals with Maiken, Michael's wife, while Michael handles the crops.”
Mikkel showed Emil once more how to grab the cow while milking it. Lalli also gave it a try, but the cow moved away from his cold hands, and Mikkel took over. Emil helped leading a few of the cows into the barn and at lunchtime Maiken came with food. She looked tiny next to Mikkel, almost a head shorter than Emil and very round.
”Eighth month”, she answered to Emil's unspoken question.
”And you shouldn't be out working”, Mikkel said and patted her head.
”I know, but I can't trust you two with the cooking.”
She settled down on a bench and Mikkel wrapped a blanket around her before he settled down to eat. Maiken told Emil about life on the farm and all the trouble Mikkel and Michael had given their parents when they were young. Maiken had lived in the farm next to the Madsen family and often snuck over to be with the twins.
”I had an older brother, but he was ten years older and me and didn't want to drag a kid along while he helped our parents. Michael and Mikkel let me tag along”, she looked at Mikkel, ”even though I didn't enjoy when they lured me into the bull's pen.”
”He wouldn't have hurt a fly”, Mikkel said in defense.
”Yes, but how would you expect a five year old girl to understand that? My parents forbid me to come over after that, so of course they found me here more often. Did you two have any pets?”
Both Emil and Lalli shook their heads, but Emil told her about the dog his family had owned when he was a child. Lalli had never had a pet, but Emil happily shared his plans about maybe getting a cat or something. Mikkel laughed, commented that Lalli should be quite enough for that and Emil shook his head.
”You can't own Lalli.”
Maiken gathered the bowls again and went back to the house, Lalli followed her and Emil continued helping Mikkel get the cows inside the barn. It seemed to go well, but when almost all of them were inside half of them escaped again and they had to start over. Gathering them took almost the whole day and when it was time to head to bed Emil fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
#english#fanfic#sssscomic#genre: friendship#genre: hurt/comfort#rating: teen#character: emil västerström#character: lalli hotakainen#character: mikkel madsen#character: malthe madsen#character: michael madsen#challenge: 100 ssss-fics#collection: all around the world
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BLOG TOUR - Pekoe Most Poison
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Pekoe Most Poison
by Laura Childs
Pekoe Most Poison (A Tea Shop Mystery)
Cozy Mystery
18th in Series
A Berkley Prime Crime Mystery (March 7, 2017)
An Imprint of Penguin Random House LLC
Hardcover: 320 pages
ISBN-13: 978-0425281680
Kindle – ASIN: B01KGZVXTK
Synopsis
In the latest Tea Shop Mystery from New York Times bestselling author Laura Childs, Theodosia Browning attends a “Rat Tea,” where the mice will play…at murder.
When Indigo Tea Shop owner Theodosia Browning is invited by Doreen Briggs, one of Charleston’s most prominent hostesses, to a “Rat Tea,” she is understandably intrigued. As servers dressed in rodent costumes and wearing white gloves offer elegant finger sandwiches and fine teas, Theo learns these parties date back to early twentieth-century Charleston, where the cream of society would sponsor so-called rat teas to promote city rodent control and better public health.
But this party goes from odd to chaotic when a fire starts at one of the tables and Doreen’s entrepreneur husband suddenly goes into convulsions and drops dead. Has his favorite orange pekoe tea been poisoned? Theo smells a rat.
The distraught Doreen soon engages Theo to pursue a discreet inquiry into who might have murdered her husband. As Theo and her tea sommelier review the guest list for suspects, they soon find themselves drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse…
INCLUDES RECIPES AND TEA TIME TIPS
Interview With The Author
What initially got you interested in writing?
Thanks for inviting me today to celebrate the release of Pekoe Most Poison. I’d have to say that I always loved story telling. As a kid I wrote poems and short stories, and when I graduated from college I was immediately drawn into advertising where I wrote radio and TV copy. At the tender age of 28 I started my own advertising agency and ran that for 25 very successful years. Of course, along the way I wrote 3 screenplays and 2 thrillers. That piqued my interest in fiction writing and, lucky me, I was able to sell my business and launch a full-time transition.
What genres do you write in?
My Tea Shop Mysteries, Scrapbooking Mysteries, and Cackleberry Club Mysteries are a hybrid between a cozy and a thriller – what I call a thrillzy. In other words, there’s no bad language or gratuitous violence, but they do have a distinctive edge that incorporates fast pacing, multiple plot lines, and other thriller characteristics. And readers who like pure thrillers might enjoy one of the Afton Tangler Thrillers, Little Girl Gone, or the soon to be released Shadow Girl, both written under my name Gerry Schmitt.
What drew you to writing these specific genres?
I was the kid who was always reading Nancy Drew and Judy Bolton under the covers with a flashlight. I told ghost stories around the campfire, ventured into haunted houses, and loved The Twilight Zone. So becoming a mystery-thiller writer seemed a natural fit.
How did you break into the field?
Once I decided to change careers and write mysteries, I recognized that writing and publishing is a serious business and I treated it as such. I made contacts, researched the craft, and attended a few writing classes. A friend introduced me to mystery great Mary Higgins Clark and she not only gave me some pointers, she introduced me to her agent!
What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?
I’m always thrilled when I get an email or Facebook post from a reader who enjoys my books and finds them a fun, exciting getaway. I’m also touched by the many readers who tell me that my books helped get them through a particularly stressful time in their life, such as surgery or family illness.
What do you find most rewarding about writing?
I love hearing from readers who refer to my characters as if they are close friends. That’s exactly what I want the takeaway to be – that readers feel like they’re right there in the story, sorting out suspects along with Theodosia, Drayton, and the gang.
What do you find most challenging about writing?
Time. It seems there’s never enough time to write every story that’s buzzing around inside my head. They’re good ideas (really!) but since I’m writing 4 different series, I just don’t know how I’ll ever get to them.
What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?
I love the old Nike war cry – “Just Do It.” If you want to write a short story or novel, you need to come up with an idea, write an outline, and then bang out your product. Persistence is the key. Every word and story you write helps make you a better writer.
What type of books do you enjoy reading?
I’m a huge fan of John Sandford. He tells a whopping good story wrapped in superb plot lines. His Prey novels feature the dashing Lucas Davenport, a tough detective who drives a Porsche. Who could resist?
Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?
I’m married to a professor of art history, so we do lots of foreign travel and art collecting. I’ve also served on the boards of two service dog organizations.
What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?
I keep my website current with information about all my series. For example, I am delighted that Devonshire Scream has just been released in paperback, so for those who haven’t read it, now is a terrific time to scoop it up.
http://www.laurchilds.com/
I love to comment back and forth with friends and readers on Facebook, so please feel free to link with me there.
https://www.facebook.com/laura.childs.31
About The Author
Laura Childs is the New York Times bestselling author of the Tea Shop Mysteries, Scrapbook Mysteries, and Cackleberry Club Mysteries. In her previous life she was CEO/Creative Director of her own marketing firm and authored several screenplays. She is married to a professor of Chinese art history, loves to travel, rides horses, enjoys fund raising for various non-profits, and has two Chinese Shar-Pei dogs.
Laura specializes in cozy mysteries that have the pace of a thriller (a thrillzy!) Her three series are:
The Tea Shop Mysteries – set in the historic district of Charleston and featuring Theodosia Browning, owner of the Indigo Tea Shop. Theodosia is a savvy entrepreneur, and pet mom to service dog Earl Grey. She’s also an intelligent, focused amateur sleuth who doesn’t rely on coincidences or inept police work to solve crimes. This charming series is highly atmospheric and rife with the history and mystery that is Charleston.
The Scrapbooking Mysteries – a slightly edgier series that take place in New Orleans. The main character, Carmela, owns Memory Mine scrapbooking shop in the French Quarter and is forever getting into trouble with her friend, Ava, who owns the Juju Voodoo shop. New Orleans’ spooky above-ground cemeteries, jazz clubs, bayous, and Mardi Gras madness make their presence known here!
The Cackleberry Club Mysteries – set in Kindred, a fictional town in the Midwest. In a rehabbed Spur station, Suzanne, Toni, and Petra, three semi-desperate, forty-plus women have launched the Cackleberry Club. Eggs are the morning specialty here and this cozy cafe even offers a book nook and yarn shop. Business is good but murder could lead to the cafe’s undoing! This series offers recipes, knitting, cake decorating, and a dash of spirituality.
Laura’s Links:
Webpage – http://www.laurachilds.com/
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/laura.childs.31
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