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our-happygirl500-fan · 1 year

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A nice detail that I kind of noticed was that the Rise opening in season 2 is slightly different than it is in season 1

When we see inside the Turtle Tank when Leo lands on top of it, originally in season 1 only April & Donnie are in the Turtle Tank but in season 2 Splinter is with them as well.

Another interesting change between season 1 & 2 is that the group of villains that we see, changes between seasons. In season 1 we see Meat Sweats, Hypno, Warren, Repo, Big Mama & a bunch of Mutant Silver Fish.

However in season 2 we see that Meat Sweats & Big Mama have been replaced by Sloppy Joseph (the mutated sloppy joe that Draxum kept from the episode Mystery Meat) & Harold (the botanical gardens grounds keeper/ security guard who mutated in the episode How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will)

The Mutant Silver Fish also Disappear from the openings between seasons 1 & 2 (maybe to represent the Turtles dealing with bigger, more serious threats?) however there are other additions

Mrs Nubbins (Repo’s cat) now appears in the season 2 opening alongside Repo Mantis possibly representing how Mrs Nubbins got mutated at some point in the middle of season 1 as the cat actually appeared pre-mutation in the episode Repo Mantis.

Ghostbear: Peekaboo losers!

Mikey, Leo, April & Donnie: Ghost Bear!?

Raph: Oh! Love the new look! Oooh hey, can I get a quick selfie?

Ghostbear who has also been added to the season 2 opening as similar to Mrs Nubbins, Ghost Bear also mutated in the middle of season 1 when he mutated in the episode Snow Day.

Hypno: That’s my Warren! Oh, it’s good to have ya’ back roomie/ magical assistant/ friend. Doves! Let’s go make fun of game show contestants on TV.

Another change is that Warren has switched from sitting on Meat Sweat’s shoulder to sitting on Hypno’s shoulder which might represent relationship that developed between Warren & Hypno in season 1.

Casey/ Foot Recruit was also added to the season 2 opening possibly representing how Foot Recruit was kind of supposed to have a bigger role throughout season 2 as apparently it had been planned that April & Cassandra were supposed to have a rivalry throughout season 2 but unfortunately most of their episodes were cut & the only one we got was Always Be Brownies.

Though most of Casey’s episodes were cut from season two she still did have quite a journey with her ending up on the side of the Hamato Clan so it would have been interesting to see where she would have been in an opening had Rise gotten a season 3.

Especially since it seems as though in the time between the end of season 2 & the movie Cassandra has been placed firmly in the ‘friend’ category for the Hamato Clan according to April as she calls Cassandra ‘our friend’.

April: Whoa! Looks like our friend Cassandra here has been busy

Finally, the final change between the season 1 & 2 openings is that Draxum has been replaced by Shredder as the seasons ‘big bad’ which makes sense as Draxum has his redemption arc in season 2 starting in the episode Repairin’ the Barron

Draxum: I told you Carol I do not want to meet your daughter

Karai: Thank you my young Hamato’s, we will always be with you

Oroku Saki was freed from the Dark Armour at the end of season 2 & went off to be with the other Hamato spirits so if Rise had gotten a season 3 a new Big Bad would have ended up in the spot of Draxum & Shredder

The ‘Big Bad’ of season 3 could have possibly been one of the Krang or Big Mama as though the Krang were always meant to be the movie’s antagonists we do know that at least one Krang was left on earth at the end of the movie.

However Big Mama could also possibly be a contender for the ‘Big Bad’ of season 3 as we know that the original outline for the third season was meant to be the Turtles looking for the two missing Turtle siblings & with the fact that Big Mama’s Assistant has been implied by the Rise team to have been one of the two missing siblings it’s possible that the Hamato Clan could have come into more direct conflict with Big Mama in the third season.

In the movie Krang Prime’s throne was made out of a Triceraton skull meaning that Triceraton’s do most likely exist in the Rise universe so the ‘Big Bad’ of season 3 might very well possibly been a Triceraton invasion.

Leo: They wanted to wipe out their ancient enemy the Krang

In the 2012 series one of the reasons for the Triceraton’s invasion was due to the Krang’s presence on Earth. A lot of the people who worked on the 2012 series also worked on Rise as well & as such some similarities between the two shows can sometimes be seen (such as both iterations having April & Casey be teens). It’s possible that Rise could have another similarity to the 2012 series by having the Triceratons come to Earth as a response to the Krang’s own presence there.

If the Triceratons do come to earth due to the Krang’s presence there then the events of the movie could possibly set up the Krang as the series next big bad.

Anyway the differences between the season 1 opening and the season 2 opening include:

Splinter being added to the Turtle Tank with April & Donnie

New villains in the villain group shot

A different ‘Big Bad’ in the final scene

So it is possible if Rise had gotten a season 3 the season 3 opening might have had Casey in the Turtle Tank with Donnie, April & Splinter (maybe standing behind one of their seats?), a new villain group shot with possibly villains that were introduced in the middle of season 2 or villains that will be introduced in season 3 & a new ‘Big Bad’ in the final scene.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt

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corallapis · 10 months

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Henry ‘Chips’ Channon: The Diaries (Vol. 1), 1918-38, entry for 29th June 1923

— Friday 29th June Lunched at Lady Cunard’s. The usual potpourri and brilliant chat. She told Lord Balfour he was like God and ‘yet so Christ-like’! Dined with Michael Horby¹ at Shelley House² and we went to Stop Flirting, the popular revue in which two charming little people, Americans, called Fred and Adele Astaire, are the stars.³ Later a most lovely ball at Someries House⁴ ... Lady Zia Wernher’s.⁵ It was successful indeed and starts a new era in entertaining .... I was presented to a tallish gentleman, the Crown Prince of Sweden⁶ ... he is to marry the Lady Louise Mountbatten.⁷ It will be announced next week. What luck for her as she has only about £300 a year and is living in obscurity at Kensington Palace. The Mountbattens after being degraded during the war⁸ to the rank of mere marquises and earls are now much on the ascendant ... they are ever a lucky family, poverty-stricken, they specialise in brilliant marriages. I sat in the garden with Lady Desborough⁹ and found her witty and wily as ever ... does everyone realise, as I do, that she is the character of the age?

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1. Michael Charles St John Hornby (1899-1987), son of St John Hornby, was the founding partner of WH Smith.

2. The Hornby family’s house in Chelsea.

3. Frederick Austerlitz (1899-1987), who took the name Fred Astaire, was an American actor, dancer and singer who achieved worldwide fame in the 1930s in a series of Hollywood musicals renowned for their dance routines; and his sister Adele Marie (1896-1981), with whom he began a vaudeville act as children as 1905, when they changed their name to Astaire. By 1923 they had a Broadway act, which they were touring in London.

4. A Crown State property rented by the Wernhers in Regent’s Park, designed by John Nash and damaged by bombing during the Second World War. It was demolished in 1958.

5. Countess Anastasia Mikhailovna of Torby (1892-1977), elder daughter of the Grand Duke Michael Mikhailovich of Russia, and therefore a great-granddaughter of Tsar Nicholas I. She married, in 1917, Harold Wernher (1893-1973), later 3rd Bt. She was granted the rank and precedence of an earl’s daughter after her marriage and stopped using her Russian title, being known as Lady Zia Wernher thereafter.

6. Oscar Fredrik Wilhelm Olaf Gustaf Adolf (1882-1973), from 1950 King Gustaf VI Adolf of Sweden. He was the widower of Princess Margaret of Connaught (1882-1920), whom he had married in 1905; she was the cousin of King George V, and had died suddenly while eight months pregnant with her sixth child. 7. Louise Alexandra Marie Irene Mountbatten (1889-1965), previously Princess Louise of Battenberg, married the Crown Prince of Sweden (vide supra) in 1923, and was Queen Consort of Sweden from 1950. She was daughter of Prince Louis of Battenberg, who became 1st Marquess of Milford Haven when renouncing the German titles in 1917. She had earlier turned down proposals from King Manuel II of Portugal and had been secretly engaged to Prince Christopher of Greece, who was unable to marry her because he had no money; a second engagement was to Stuart Hill, an artist, whom she met while nursing in the Great War and who turned out to be homosexual. 8. There was a protracted debate between Lloyd George, King George V and Lord Stamfordham, the King’s private secretary, in 1917 about the titles to be bestowed on German members of the King’s family who had pledged allegiance to him and had been prepared to forfeit their German ranks. The King was cautioned against granting too many titles and to avoid bestowing any dukedoms. The Mountbatten marquessate was a compromise and their rise would indeed be unstoppable, with the surname of members of the House of Windsor becoming Mountbatten-Windsor in 1960, thirteen years after the marriage of the future Queen Elizabeth II to Philip Mountbatten. 9. Ethel ‘Ettie’ Fane (1867-1952), married in 1887 William Henry Grenfell (1855-1945), 1st Baron Desborough, a former Liberal MP who had joined the Conservatives in 1893 over his disagreement with the second Home Rule Bill for Ireland. Their three sons (qqv) predeceased them, two killed in the Great War and a third in a car crash.

#chips channon #channon diaries #1923 #1920s #emerald cunard #arthur balfour #michael hornby #fred astaire #adele astaire #zia wernher #gustaf vi adolf #louise mountbatten #ettie desborough #🕰️

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jabbage · 4 months

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#Letters from Watson #lettersfromwatson

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gengar-pixel-2 · 1 year

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Poptropica Character Headcanon Voices Master list! (UPDATED)

Hello, Poptropica fandom! After some thinking and changes, I’ve decided to compile all my headcanon voices for poptropica characters into one list. Enjoy! And remember, Suggestions are welcome!

Captain Crawfish: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9pCnv5-g-Q https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UotPRxE30No Silver, Treasure planet

Black widow: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmVJ9_YyquU Meg, Hercules

Dr. Hare: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVQfABXJrC4&t=612s Commander Peepers, Wonder Over Yonder

Edgar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ajVvXNZNJis&t=29s Leo, Rise of the TMNT

Gretchen Grimlock: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGAJU6aAmZM Yzma, Emperor’s New groove

Jorge Flores: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gMd4zna7ec Beast Boy, Teen titans 2003

Harold Mews: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WvFd6i-F7KE Quincy Endicott, Over the garden wall

Octavian: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3vx4-OSDF8 Peter B. Parker, Spiderverse (just.. A TINGE more being unhinged and less tired)

lieutenant Rogers: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEADt1B5eBM Mera Salamin, Epithet erased

Princess Elyana: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4kQt3J3ifA Eilonwy, The black cauldron

Rumpelstiltskin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDVeAj6qgGw Bill Cipher, Gravity falls

Amelia: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sX1kBtorpJo Rainbow Dash, MLP FIM (Tbh she kinda reminds me of her... in a way?)

Joe Puddy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t3WXh4HUQz4 Captain Caviar Cookie, CRK

And.. That’s it for now! Enjoy!

#poptropica #lieutenant rogers poptropica #amelia poptropica #pRumpelstiltskin poptropica #joe puddy poptropica #harold mews poptropica #gretchen grimlock #octavian poptropica #jorge flores poptropica #edgar poptropica #dr hare poptropica #black widow poptropica #captain crawfish poptropica

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darklxdy · 8 months

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And so I sneaked back and caught her with my man

STILLWATER | SKELETON | PINTEREST | PLAYLIST

ABOUT NANCY

BASICS Full Name: Nancy Marion Gallagher (nee Dean) Nicknames: Nance, Gallagher Gender: cisfemale Pronouns: she/her/hers Sexual Orientation: heterosexual Romantic Orientation: heteroromantic Birthdate: November 14th, 1933 Birthplace: Stillwater, California Neighborhood: Willowdale Occupation: cashier at Crawford's supermarket Ethnic Background: white Religious Views: christian Language(s) Spoken: English

PHYSICALITY Face Claim: Billie Piper Hair Color: naturally brunette, dyed some shade of blonde Eye Color: hazel Height: 5’5” Build: petite; slender. Tattoos: n/a Piercings: ears (standard lobes) Style/Aesthetic: Nancy's style exudes a captivating blend of understated elegance and a touch of edginess. She often opts for a monochromatic palette, favouring timeless neutrals like black, white and shades of grey. To inject a hint of rebellion into her style, Nancy incorporates unexpected accessories and unconventional pairings. A statement leather jacket, adorned with unique zippers and hardware, adds a touch of rebellious charm to her otherwise polished ensemble. She pairs this with a flowing, feminine dress or a sleek pencil skirt, creating an intriguing contrast that catches the eye. Usual Expression: a smile that seems somewhat too forced. Distinguishing Features: a slight overbite.

HEALTH & WELLNESS Physical Ailments: n/a Neurological Conditions: PTSD (mild) Allergies: peanuts (severe) Sleeping Habits: averages a few hours per night due to insomnia caused by her PTSD. Exercise Habits: Nancy enjoys going swimming when she can, it's one of the few activities she used to do with her children that she can still enjoy. Emotional Stability: 4/10–Nancy tends to lean towards being unstable, erratic. She can go from extreme happiness to extreme unhappiness in what seems like a click of a finger. Sociability: 6/10–Nancy definitely tries to be social but the paranoia of everyone thinking that she's guilty still gets the better of her. Body Temperature: cold. Addictions: n/a Alcohol Usage: social; will enjoy a drink or two when she is with others. Drug Usage: marijuana; to help with controlling her mental health.

PERSONALITY Positive Traits: resilient; observant; protective; resourceful; empathetic. Negative Traits: wallflower; vengeful; distrustful; stubborn; isolated. Goals/Desires: to reconnect with her children Fears: carcerophobia (the fear of going back to or being trapped in prison) Hobbies: gardening; reading; painting Habits: negative self-talk; daily journaling

FAVORITES Season: autumn Color: pale blue Music: classic rock Movie: gone with the wind Food: jello Beverage: tab Animal: red panda

FAMILY Father: Harold Dean Mother: Polly Dean Sibling(s): n/a Children: Justin Daniel Gallagher; Elodie Grace Gallagher Pet(s): n/a Family Financial Status: working class Relationship: Nancy used to be incredibly close with her parents, until the incident. While her mother wanted to show her unconditional support, her father prohibited it. Insisting that they had to do the honorable thing and raise the children away from the monster they had created. As such, she hasn't seen or heard from her parents since going to prison.

EXTRAS Astrological Placements: scorpio sun, capricorn moon, cancer rising. MBTI: INFJ Enneagram: 6– the loyalist Moral Alignment: chaotic good Primary Vice: fear Primary Virtue: patience Element: wind

BIOGRAPHY Born and raised in the close-knit town of Stillwater, Nancy Gallagher grew up in a family that cherished traditional values and taught her the importance of integrity and loyalty.

Throughout her youth, Nancy was known as the quiet observer, always present but rarely in the spotlight. She had an uncanny ability to blend into the background, becoming a confidante to those around her. People would unknowingly reveal their deepest secrets while Nancy listened intently, offering solace without needing to speak a word.

In high school, Nancy’s life took an unexpected twist when she found herself entangled in a captivating game of love with the star quarterback. Their courtship was a whirlwind of emotions, with Nancy playing hard to get, relishing in the chase. Against all odds, they defied expectations and tied the knot, creating a life together that seemed destined for happiness.

However, the fairy tale crumbled when Nancy discovered her spouse’s infidelity. Unfazed by embarrassment, she struck a deal, promising to keep the affair a secret if they would leave the family home, allowing Nancy and their children to remain undisturbed. Nancy’s strength and determination to protect her babies prevailing over her shattered heart.

The day of their departure was etched in Nancy’s memory like a haunting spectre. She took her children out for ice cream, attempting to distract them from the turmoil within their home. Returning to an empty house, Nancy was perplexed to find her former spouse’s car still parked in the driveway. Annoyance quickly turned to shock as she discovered their lifeless body in the foyer.

The gut-wrenching scream that escaped Nancy’s lips was a testament to the depths of her anguish. The town was stunned when the police arrived, not to console her, but to arrest her for a crime she had not committed. No matter how she fought, pleaded, and begged, the wheels of justice seemed determined to crush her spirit.

For ten long, agonising years, Nancy languished in prison, her innocence a burden she carried with unwavering resolve. She was a skeleton of her former self, her spirit tested with the harsh realities of confinement. But even in the darkest moments, Nancy clung to the flickering hope of redemption; of seeing her babies again.

Finally, a glimmer of light emerged as new evidence came to light, exposing the truth. Nancy was released, but the scars of the past remained. She emerged from prison with nothing more than a plastic bag containing the clothes she wore on her first day of incarceration.

Now “free”, Nancy faces the daunting challenge of rebuilding her life in a town that still views her as guilty. Her children, once innocent and carefree, had grown up in her absence, and reconnecting with them proves to be both a joyous and painful process.

#𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 * ━━#stillwater: intro #stillwater: task

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melbmemories · 2 years

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TEN ACRES OF DRUGS” at Frankston.

Headline from “Melbourne Herald” on the 24th August 1946.

“On a secluded pine-sheltered hillside three miles from bustling Frankston are 10 privet-hedged acres of herb garden which through the war provided all Australia with drugs formerly coming from abroad. This garden even provided the drug used in the AlF's invasion anti-sea-sickness pills. The rows of purple, red and white' blooms are the result of the enterprise and foresight of Mr Russell Grimwade.”The article continues….“Thousands of pounds worth of digitalis, heroin, hyoscine, opium, and other deadly, but life saving drugs were produced during the war from the 10 acres, which are part of Mr Grimwade's beautiful estate."More than 20 years ago Mr Grimwade made a hobby of cultivating small patches of herbs and drug-yielding plants. When the Second World War started, he foresaw a shortage of certain essential drugs. Immediately the war started he cabled an English firm for a pound each of five drug seed varieties. Within a few months rows of plants were showing their heads above the fertile, sandy loam.")"The deadly leaf harvest was gathered and sufficient seed extracted to make a hundred-fold crop the following, season. Meanwhile, engineers, architects and industrial chemists had been busy. Drying rooms, were built which; could handle 700 pounds of leaves in a single day. Choppers and desiccators were, designed, and the whole vast resources of the drug industry coopted.” (Link to full article https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/245541410?searchTerm=frankston%20acres%20drugs“

Sir Wilfrid Russell Grimwade CBE (15 October 1879 - 2 November 1955) was an Australian chemist, botanist, industrialist and philanthropist. He was the son of Frederick Sheppard Grimwade and brother of Harold Grimwade.An endowment by Grimwald in 1929 was used to create the Russell Grimwade Prize, a scholarship for study of forestry. As of 2018, the annual prize value is $40,000.

In 1934, he presented Cooks' Cottage to Victoria after purchasing it in England and shipping it to Australia.He received a CBE in 1935 and was knighted in the 1950 King's Birthday Honours List.” (Russell Grimwade - Wikipedia)“Sir Russell was an extremely interesting man.

He purchased Westerfield in 1920 as a rural retreat when it became popular for Melbourne’s prominent families to buy holiday houses on the Peninsula. The house was designed by ‘in vogue’ Melbourne architect Harold Desbrowe-Annear, who was at the forefront of the arts and craft movement, and still retains many original features. It has no corridors, unusually shaped rooms, and the floors, skirtings, architraves, doors and built-in furniture pieces are all constructed from stained timber. There is also a water tank built inside a timber tower rising from the centre of the roof.The grounds around this property are what really astound. Sir Russell had a thirst for knowledge and a wide range of interests, including carpentry, photography, forestry and arboriculture. He was also a motoring fanatic and was the first to drive from Melbourne to Adelaide. He loved botanical literature and campaigned assiduously for the preservation of forests, and it is here at Westerfield that we see his love of plants and natives really come into play. There’s a eucalypt paddock, a long formal garden with flowerbeds and a lily pond, and the subjects of many of Sir Russell’s original plantings, including a crab apple tree, roses, lilacs, and lemon, apple and pear trees, still stand today. The bushland around the magnificent house at the end of the long driveway is also considered to be an important wildlife corridor.” (morningtonpeninsulamagazine)

Cooks' Cottage was purchased in 1933 by Sir Russell Grimwade as a centenary gift to the people and State of Victoria. The cottage was moved, brick by brick from Great Ayton to Melbourne, shipped in 253 crates complete with a ivy cutting which had grown on the original building. Today the cottage is covered by the ivy.

#Cooks cottage #grimwade #medications #drugs #1940s #wwII #philanthropy

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normandyandback2022 · 2 years

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June 1 - June 3

June 1

We drove to the American cemetery in Normandy in the morning. It was very sobering and very beautiful. It is difficult to describe how perfectly it's kept by the American Graves Commission. There were a lot of people looking at the graves and memorials. In the afternoon, we drove to Saint Mere Eglise to see the chapel where the American paratrooper got hung up on the steeple during the invasion. It is a small town, but very dedicated to the American soldiers who liberated it. They go all out on D-day. There were many jeeps, trucks and other vehicles waiting to join the festivities on June the 6th. There was a big encampment on the edge of town including a field hospital, but we didn’t see a way to go in to visit it.

June 2nd.

We decided to drive to Mont St Michel to see the massive cathedral there. It was about an hour and 45 minute drive but we'll worth it. We parked and took a horse drawn carriage to the cathedral instead of waiting for the free shuttle thinking it would be quicker. We were wrong. The horses didn't go very fast for the 3 km to the cathedral. It took a little over half an hour and we could have walked it faster than that. Just after entering the city, we met a couple and their children who are stationed at the Ramstein Air Force Base. We enjoyed the visit and then walked up to the entrance to the monastery. It is supposedly built to honor the archangel Michael who fought the devil and sent him down to hell. It took hundreds of years to finally complete and it's now be home to some Christians from Jerusalem. It's too magnificent to describe in words and I hope some of the pictures that you see later will help. We headed back to our hotel and stopped off at Bayeux to see the Norman tapestry that is over 70 m long. It depicts the rise and fall of Harold and the rise of William the Conqueror as king of England. It's very impressive I don't know how many years it took to make. It's amazing that it has lasted this long because it has been viewed and transferred all over the world including a stint with Napoleon. It was in the cathedral in Bayeux for over 700 hundred years before moving around. We decided to have a pizza for dinner, but the restaurant didn't open till 6:45 and we were there at 6:20 PM We killed some time and got back there at 6:50. The place was starting to fill up and most of the tables were reserved. The waiter said she had a table for us in the back, but we had to leave by 8:45. I told her we could probably finish that pizza in 2 hours with beer included. We did. June 3 Our last day in Normandy was going to the beaches of Juno, Sword and Gold. Juno and Sword beach were resort towns before the war and have reverted to that without a lot of fanfare. There are plenty of reminders of what happened there, but a large British memorial is at Gold Beach. It has marble columns with all the names, regiments and the ages of the men who died liberating Normandy and Europe. There were a lot of men between the ages of 18 and 25 on those columns. We stopped at our favorite coffee shop just near our hotel for a last cup of coffee and pastry before we leave. Our favorite waitress for the last 2 days was not there and we got a surly young lady who didn't even try to speak English or smile. Oh well, c'est la vie. We're going to try to find a different place for dinner tonight, but there are a few restaurants in this area. Tomorrow morning we drive to Monet's gardens and hope to find some dry weather for a short visit. It started raining about 3 o'clock today and at 4:46 it is still raining. It's predicted to be raining there around 5 o'clock tomorrow evening. Is it a 3 hour drive so we'll have to get started early in the morning. We don't have a room at the Inn right now. That may be a topic of the next post. There will be pictures in the next few days.

I don't know how many miles we have driven here, but we have crisscrossed the roads back and forth and I'm starting to get to know my way around and recognize landmarks fairly easily. The GPS seems to take us a different way even though we're going to the same place. Maybe we’re a half block away and it takes us on a different country road. The scenery is beautiful and we've been on some pretty scary one way roads, flanked by banks or hedgerows. Oh well, we have made it so far.

Correction - I misspelled Vincent J. Speranza’s name by putting a “E” in front of the “S”. I spelled it the way I thought he pronounced it! My bad.

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blackswaneuroparedux · 2 years

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I am in fact a Hobbit (in all but size). I like gardens, trees and unmechanised farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated), but detest French cooking; I like and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humour (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome); I go to bed late and get up late (when possible). I do not travel much.

- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Tolkien Letters

Tolkien wrote the following in a letter to a fan, Deborah Webster, in 1958. Many have taken this to cement the view that Tolkien was especially averse to the French Language, and indeed things French in general (especially food). Indeed various biographers and interpreters have tried to suggest some specific reason why this should be the case: why Tolkien should have developed such an extraordinary characteristic. But truth be told I don’t think there is a specific reason necessary, beyond that Tolkien was a normal, patriotic Englishman; among whom such an aversion is normal and unremarkable even if he was an Oxford don.

Some hold the view that the ordinary Englishman has 'always' had a thing against the French; and this was only amplified by having them as 'allies' in both 20th century world wars. Aversion to the French was as common among World War I and II veterans as was an admiration-of, and friendliness-towards, the Germans. I’m not really sure this is quite true if one reads the correspondence of first world war soldiers fighting in France. Historians have been re-appraising this tired trope for some time now. Still, others point out that a pervasive (but mostly unspoken) dislike of Frenchness is just normal among the English lower classes; including the non-professional middle class, from which Tolkien emerged. There are many reasons for it - for example the Norman Conquest imported a French-speaking ruling class, leading on to centuries of cultural division, destruction and oppression. And France was an old (often primary) military enemy and political threat (or rival) for many centuries up to Napoleon Bonaparte. The backbone of the British Army who fought against the French has always been, so the argument goes, the working class.

I think a more convincing reason for Tolkien’s aversion to French ideas and the culture they sprung forth from than the French as an individuals or a nation. As a professor of literature versed in several languages, he understood the importance of French upon the English language but a part of him didn’t like that. Tolkien always hated that William the Bastard bested King Harold at the Battle of Hastings in 1066, because it prevented a full flourishing of Anglo-Saxon culture and allowed French to "pollute" the language.

I suspect at the real heart of Tolkien’s visceral dislike was the association between France and political and social radicalism generally starting from the very idea of the French Revolution and one that gutted religion from the heart of French society in the name of liberty, equality, and fraternity.

These ideas could be traced down from the 18th Century English radicals like John Wilkes and Charles James Fox down to the modern day socialism of the early 20th Century and the rise of Marxism across Europe from the ashes of the first world war, particularly in Russia of course. Those who find it strange or sinister that Tolkien was French averse are mostly upper middle class and/or progressive bourgeois English - for whom to be Francophile ("the food, the fashion, the sheer style") is a natural as their complementary (and more visceral) despising of Englishness. This description covers nearly all of those people who would be inclined to publish books about Tolkien. ...Or else they are Americans; who just don't get Europeans and our tribal tiffs. ...Or they may instead be Scottish or Irish; for whom the French have always gleefully served as just another stick with which to beat the English. And I say this as someone who has an Anglo-Scots father. What is perhaps surprising is that Tolkien qua Oxford Professor did not adopt the Francophilia of his new tribe in academia. But Tolkien's retaining of natural, patriotic, 'common folk' Englishness, was a sign of that same integrity that made him the genius he was.

#tolkien #jrr tolkien #quote #english #french #francophile #culture #society #literature #language #englishness #hobbit #icon

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ifnotlovepersevering · 3 years

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All Mine (Jealous!Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Requests:

hi, can you please write something with wanda making agatha's wife someone's else's wife in the hex and it just drives agatha crazy? (anon)

you said you were out of your comfort zone when you wrote spell practice, but THAT was really good, so 👉👈 maybe you could write another NSFW? Involving maybe some jealous Agatha and a strap? If you're not comfortable it's 100% ok and I still love your work (anon)

Summary: Agatha reminds you who you belong to

Contents: NSFW, smut, 18+, jealous agatha, fake marriage, strap-on, some praising, some overstimulation, minors DNI

A/N: yes it’s finally here!! Sorry for taking literal months to finish this. I combined two requests because I feel like they went well together, I hope you guys like it!! 🖤

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F/N: fake name

GIF credits: @notsosecretlyalesbian 🥰

Agatha tried to tamp down her rising fury as she watched the two of you across the street. You were laughing at something he said while you tended to the flowers in the garden of the house you and your fake husband shared.

How dare Wanda? You and Agatha had entered Westview together, but for some reason, the redhead’s ideal fantasy meant that you were married not to Agatha, but to him. Harold. Just the sight of the man made Agatha’s blood boil.

She watched as he handed you a glass of lemonade. It was no doubt your recipe, the one Agatha loved to have on hot summer days. She felt her face flush, though not with anger, as you gulped down the drink, a trickle of sweat making its way down your neck. Agatha let the curtain fall and turned away from the window, exasperated. She had to do something.

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“Lemonade’s great, F/N,” Harold said cheerfully. You gave him a smile. Setting down your glass you glanced over at your wife’s house. You noticed the curtains of the front window swaying slightly. Had Agatha been watching you?

You couldn’t blame her. You missed Agatha terribly. You hated not being able to touch and talk to her in the ways you wanted to. You'd even found yourself watching her house, waiting for the moments she would step outside for the day. You sighed and went back to tending to the azaleas. They were Agatha’s favourite; she in fact had her own garden of them in front of her house.

"Hey Agnes!" Harold called from the porch. "What brings you here?"

You stood, wiping sweat from your brow, and turned to see Agatha walking over to your side of the street. It took all your willpower to not run over and wrap your arms around her.

"Harold," she greeted, though not too kindly. Turning to you she said, “I was just here to invite F/N for a little girls night. Movies, magazines, a sleepover. You know the deal,” Agatha’s words were light but her tone was anything but. You felt your heart race when her eyes met yours.

Harold chose this moment to come over and put an arm around your waist. You cringed inwardly when you saw the fire light up in your wife’s blue eyes. Agatha wasn’t one to share, even if it was necessary for her to achieve her plan.

“That’s a great idea,” he said, completely unaware of the way the brunette’s gaze was zeroed in on his hand at your waist. “I think it’ll be good for F/N to spend some time out of the house.” He smiled, looking down at you.

“Yes,” you nodded enthusiastically. Agatha’s blazing eyes met yours again. Never mind her mood. The sleepover would be the perfect cover for the two of you to finally be together, even if it was for just a night. “I’d love to,”

“Good,” Agatha smiled and turned to leave. “And don’t worry Harold, I’ll take great care of her!” She called over her shoulder and you swore you could hear the smirk in her voice.

•••

Later that evening you stepped out of the house, ready to head over to Agatha’s. You couldn’t help the way your nerves were abuzz, excited to finally be with your wife again. You’d already said bye to Harold who seemed happy that you were spending time with the brunette. You pitied him a little; he seemed nice enough and he definitely deserved someone who wasn’t already in a relationship.

You hurriedly crossed the street, worried about being spotted by Wanda. While a girl’s night wasn’t exactly suspicious, the lacy number you were wearing under your dress might raise a few brows. You couldn’t really help it; you’d missed Agatha in more ways than one.

You walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell, hands trembling slightly. She didn’t answer the door so you rang it again. No answer. “Aga- Agnes?” You quickly looked around to make sure no one heard your mistake. The street was empty and quiet.

Still, no answer. Sighing, you tried the doorknob and were surprised to find the door unlocked. You walked in and shut the door behind you, leaving you in the dark. “Aggs?” You called. “What’s with the spooky vibe you have going on here?” You laughed uneasily. You noticed the kitchen light was on and headed in there.

Agatha was standing in the kitchen with a glass of wine in hand, the bottle and another glass sitting on the counter. “Oh you made it,” she said, swirling the wine and not looking at you.

You’d been ready to embrace your wife but her tone threw you off. “Yes, I’m sorry. We were having dinner so I got a little late...”

“We,” Agatha looked at you and you saw that same fire in her eyes. “You and your little fake husband?”

She sounded a little too accusatory for your liking. “Where is this coming from?” You frowned.

“The longer we’re in here the longer he gets to pretend you’re his,” Agatha said bitterly.

Putting down your bag you walked over to the kitchen island, standing across from her. “You think I don’t know that?” You said, more sharply than intended. “It’s necessary for your plan. We can’t let Wanda become suspicious.”

“You’re right,” she sighed, walking over to where you stood. Her hand reached out to caress the side of your face. You couldn’t help but close your eyes and lean into her touch. “You’re always right, angel,”

Your eyes shot open as you felt Agatha’s hand begin to travel downwards. “But I don’t like the way he puts his hands on you. The way he thinks you’re his when in reality..” Agatha’s face hovered in front of yours, her hand coming to wrap around your throat. “You’re mine,” she growled.

“Agatha...” you gasped, her words sending a shock to your core. Her hand tightened. “Enough talking. On your knees.”

The brunette unzipped her pants to reveal her dark purple strap. You felt your cheeks warm looking at the size of it. “Now be a good girl,” she purred, mouth parting as she watched your lips wrap around the strap. “And get my cock ready, hm?”

Agatha threw her head back and let out a moan as you took the strap deep into your mouth. There was definitely another end of it inside her. The thought only made you suck harder. Her blue eyes caught yours as you pulled your mouth away, a trail of spit following you. “My dirty slut,” she grabbed your jaw to pull you up. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured, before pulling your mouth to hers.

The kiss was rough, rougher than usual. Agatha’s tongue dominated yours easily, making you moan into her mouth. You broke the kiss, sure that your lips must be swollen. But Agatha was relentless, pushing you against the wall before attacking your neck with wet kisses. “Mm, what do we have here?” The brunette hummed in your ear when she saw the lace of the lingerie you were wearing underneath. “You came ready for me, didn’t you baby?”

With a puff of purple magic, your dress was gone, leaving you in the matching purple set you’d been wearing underneath. Agatha stepped back to admire you, her eyes shamelessly tracing your figure. The look on her face gave you a confidence boost. “Like what you see?” you smirked.

“Oh, very much,” your wife grinned as she slipped a hand into your panties. “And based on how wet you are, I’d say you’re liking what you see too, sweetheart.”

Your mouth fell open and you threw your head back as Agatha slid two fingers inside you. Her palm ground into your clit, the friction causing the knot in your stomach to tighten. You threw your arm around her, pulling her closer, and Agatha’s mouth attached itself to your neck. Her fingers, familiar with you, knew exactly how to make you cry out.

“Aggs,” you moaned, your breathing becoming ragged. “I’m going to...” the pleasure was building in your abdomen, threatening to spill over.

“Come?” Agatha husked in your ear, pulling her hand away right before your release. Your back arched from the wall as you groaned. Agatha let out a low chuckle. “Did you really think you were going to get rewarded tonight, Y/N?” Your cunt throbbed desperately between your legs and you couldn’t help the whimper that left your mouth.

Agatha stroked your flushed skin lovingly. “No no no, dearest,” she tutted. “Tonight’s about reminding you of who you belong to. You’re not coming until I let you.”

Before you could say anything, Agatha waved her hand and suddenly the two of you were on her bed upstairs. Her clothes had disappeared, leaving her in nothing but the strap. You felt throbbing between your legs as you admired your wife’s form. But Agatha was set in her plan and she turned you over onto all fours so that your ass was facing her.

“Now this is something I’ve missed,” she said, her voice husky. Her fingers lightly traced the damp spot on your panties. You pushed your hips towards her, your aching cunt desperate to feel more. Instead you were met with a sharp slap to your ass, making you hiss. “Try that again, I dare you,” she said darkly.

You felt Agatha pull your panties down and the head of her strap gently teasing your entrance. She ran the strap through your folds, your slick making it glide easily. The tip nudged against your clit making you gasp, your nerves feeling like they were on fire. “Please,” you whispered, biting down on your lip.

If Agatha heard you, she made no move to give you what you wanted. She continued to rub the head of the strap along your slit, occasionally touching your clit but never going deeper. “So wet,” she murmured as your slick coated her strap. “So desperate,”

Suddenly she pushed the strap deep inside you, making you gasp. You’d barely adjusted to the size of it before Agatha pulled it out and slammed into you again. She picked up this torturous rhythm of filling you up before pulling the strap completely out. As soon as she’d hit the spot inside you, she pulled back out, refusing to let you enjoy the pleasure. Her hands gripped your hips, nails digging into your flushed skin.

You were becoming a mess under her, the ache between your legs was unbearable. “Fuck, Agatha,” you groaned as she once again pulled the strap out. “I-I need more,”

“Do you, sweetheart,” she hummed, leaning forward so that the strap was buried deep in you again, her mouth by your ear. You nodded your head vigorously, knuckles white as you gripped the sheets. “More of what,” she whispered, pressing herself closer. The strap shifted slightly inside of you, making you whine. “If you don’t use your words, angel, how will I know what you want?”

Staying pressed against you, Agatha pulled her hips back slightly and pushed herself into you again. The strap hit just where you needed, sending a delicious jolt of pleasure through you. “That,” you cried out. “I need more of that. Please,” you begged.

Agatha wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you up into a kneeling position. “Well why didn’t you just say so,” she smirked, before thrusting into you completely. With every thrust you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, making you heady with pleasure.

Agatha’s own breathing became ragged as she continued to pound into you. The arm around your waist trailed upwards to your tits, teasing and pulling at your nipples. Sensing you were close, her pace slowed to a more languid one. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” she cooed in your ear.

Her praise spurring you on, you began matching Agatha’s thrusts, bouncing down onto her strap. “Fuck baby,” Agatha husked as you rolled your hips, the other end of the strap hitting the sweet spot inside of her. “That’s it,” She let out a deep moan before pounding into you faster than before, riding out her high. “You’re such a good slut for me,” Agatha panted.

Suddenly, the hand that wasn’t groping your tits was holding a vibrator against your clit, which Agatha conjured from thin air. "I remember you saying 'more' earlier," the brunette teased from behind you. The added sensation, along with her rhythmic thrusting, made you see stars. You threw your head back against her shoulder and moaned in her ear. “God, please Aggs,” you begged.

“Come for me baby,” she breathed in your ear, giving your nipple a satisfying pull. Her permission was all you needed; the pleasure that’d been building finally spilling over. Agatha held onto you tight as waves of pleasure rolled through you, making you let out satisfied moans. You felt heady with pleasure but Agatha kept up her pace, reigniting the throbbing between your legs.

You felt your walls grip around Agatha's strap as she continued to thrust into you slowly, the sinful sounds of skin hitting skin making you groan. The vibrator was gone, instead, both of Agatha's arms were wrapped around you and you reveled in the feel of her tits pushed flush against your back. "Come on princess," she cooed in your ear. "You can get out one more, can't you? For me?" Her hand drifted down to rub circles around your clit, which was enough to send you over the edge again, turning you into a shuddering mess on her strap. Agatha whispered praise after praise into your ear, reminding you how good you were for her and only her.

You sighed as you dismounted from her and collapsed onto the pillows. Agatha took off the strap and laid down next to you, so that your head was nuzzled into the crook of her neck. You felt her press a kiss into your hair and she whispered, “I’ve missed you, my sweet girl,”

You lifted your head to look into her blue eyes. “I’ve missed being yours,” you said, before pressing your lips to hers, content.

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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Pathetic and Tragic

Summary: It’s been years since the BAU has tried to catch this unsub, so when Spencer figures out where she is, why did he feel the need to go alone?

Pairing: Spencer x Fem Unsub!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: mentions of murder/blood, slight bondage, hair pulling, choking, gagging, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: Hi! This is for a contest by @spenciebabie and I’ve chosen the one-shot prompt why don't you make me?

Masterlist

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The case was never supposed to last this long. Spencer knew that, Hell, the whole BAU knew that. A woman with ties to the highest degree of one of the most infamous organized crime families should have been the FBI’s top priority, and for a very long time, she was.

Then the case got complicated, and while Spencer’s mind clouded with an unbearable lust for a woman that would take his life with zero hesitation, the team lost one of their greatest players.

It was tragic in every sense of the word, the way Spencer’s mind replayed their first interaction, his lips feeling her breath on him after all this time, and the bullet that always rested in his bag.

He felt pathetic in that moment, letting her take control of his morals with her vice like grip on his mind, body and soul.

“FBI, freeze. Don’t move.” Finally, the BAU had found who they were looking for since her first appearance on their radar 8 months ago. More importantly, Spencer caught her trying to flee a scene she had no business being at. She looked so out of place, the blood and gore that laid a trail to her small, almost fragile figure making Spencer believe for a split second that she couldn’t have possibly done this.

But time moves quickly, and the second fleeted when she turned around to flash a wicked smile his way.

And Spencer Reid was the one who froze instead.

“Doctor,” she greeted with the utmost of poise and delicacy. “I do believe I have a job to do, so I’m sorry to inform you that I cannot follow your request at this time.”

She was taunting him, and Spencer would fall into that trap again and again if it meant her eyes remained on his.

But this was a criminal, a murderer, a sociopath, and he will not lose his footing this time. Not even for a flawless god-like woman.

“Y/N Y/L/N, you’re under arrest for the murder of Tristen Kepler, Michael Gerdinski and Harold Bennet.” Spencer’s voice was slowly losing its confidence as her face turned from one of pure hilarity to confusion.

“Is that all? You might be missing a few names.” She was proud of her work, it was insufferable. Spencer’s anger level was slowly rising, and if she continued to dance circles around his mind, the task at hand being forgotten, it was going to get dangerously high.

“You won’t shoot me, Dr. Reid,” she continued as she took a step towards him, the grip on his gun tightened.

“How do you know?” Spencer’s voice shook with the same uncertainty as his finger shaking over the trigger. She was right, he wasn’t going to shoot her, but Spencer couldn’t confirm the thoughts of a narcissist.

“Because,” another step. “I’m unarmed, and you, Spencer Reid,” another step. “Are a man of morals and righteousness, and justice.” She spit the last word with so much venom that the story behind her rage could have been the world’s most tragic villain arc.

The whole case was quite tragic.

“Don’t take another step.” Spencer was easily a foot taller than her, and with one scan could tell he weighed twice as much as her, but she still found a way to make his blood run cold with both fear and excitement.

“Or what?”

Spencer could’ve sworn he only blinked and she was directly in front of him, but that wasn’t entirely the truth. She had laid a fog over his mind, taking away his intelligence and peeling back every layer of his mind so only the thought of lowering his weapon in favor of getting on her good side remained.

She was challenging him to do something, but instead of the snake charmer charming the snake, she charmed him.

Spencer must have been hallucinating on the high of being closer to her now, but he could’ve sworn the crime scene they were in was starting to grow the same vines in the Garden of Eden, because there she stood handing Spencer an apple.

Like Eve, Spencer took it.

The second his gun lowered slightly, she pounced. She had him disarmed and on his back before he had time to process the feeling of her skin on his. If the impact to the ground didn’t knock the wind out of Spencer, her close proximity would.

She had a heel digging into his wrist closest to his gun that was only inches away, taunting him for his pathetic lust. Slowly, she bent down, entering the fog, black smoke mixing with his innocent, white cloud to create a gray that he wouldn’t dare call dull.

“I’m sorry it has to be like this, Spencer. Truly, I am.” Her eyes left his to scan his face before she reached over to his gun. The thought crossed his mind that she was going to kill him, but would that be so bad when he was breathing the same air as her?

She emptied the chamber into her hands, only leaving one bullet. He walked this road before, he knew his chances.

“One bullet, one chance.” She spun the chamber before slamming it back in place. “God, I really hope you live.”

For a split second, they shared a gaze clouded with desire for the other. Spencer let his mind fade into what her lips would feel like against his, or how her body would tremble under his. She had control now, but he knew from the way her eyes begged, even just for one second, she wanted him to flip the roles and take her right there. He would’ve too if it wasn’t for the cool metal that pressed against the side of his head.

Click!

An empty threat, yet she still smirked. “Today’s your lucky day, Doctor.”

She looked up to where a single headlight shone through the window above them, her hair trickling down to brush against Spencer’s neck, and he sighed at the small contact. It was pathetic, really.

“That’s my ride. See you around.” With that, she winked and ran off towards her getaway. Spencer laid there, taking in shallow breaths that escaped him during their interaction.

She had been stalling him, and he fell for it.

Spencer still carried around that bullet as a reminder. A reminder that he needs to catch her, she was too dangerous, and anything less than her being imprisoned for life wasn’t good enough.

It was also a reminder of how he felt when she was with him, over him, dominating him. Spencer never felt that helpless, that pathetic, that hungry for someone, and he wasn’t ready to let that go quite yet.

There was no new case that came in this week, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep that nagging feeling at bay when it came to her this case. They needed to shut it, Spencer needed to shut it, because maybe, just maybe, he could sleep better at night knowing he won.

“Delivery for Dr. Spencer Reid,” a voice called from the entrance of the bullpen. Spencer’s head shot around, finding a very harmless looking intern holding a small package in his hand looking around.

Cutting the kid some slack, he made his way over. “I’m Dr. Reid.” The kid smiled before handing him the little cardboard box. It fit in the palm of his hand, and was completely blank except for the small drawing of a snake on the top.

His blood ran cold, and his lungs forgot how to breath, just like they did a year ago.

A year ago today.

Spencer didn’t wait any longer, ripping the box open despite the strong glue that held it shut with its secrets.

Oh Spencer, hasn’t anyone told you not to open Pandora’s box?

The bullet inside rattled around the small container, one of the bullets that belonged to Spencer before she took them for her trophies.

She may have not killed Spencer, but she definitely took something more than just bullets with her that night.

He knew where she was, and she wanted him to.

Spencer could’ve told his team, hell, he was going to need the backup, so what stopped him from doing so as he raced for the crime scene that has since been cleared and reopened for the public to ignore the ‘No Trespassing’ sign?

Lust, lust is what stopped him, and it was pathetic.

Pathetic and tragic.

She knew he arrived, even if he turned the lights of the SUV off before pulling up the small warehouse. The air around her grew heavier with anticipation as she waited for Spencer to enter the room, no doubt waiting for the element of surprise.

She almost missed his light footsteps approaching her from behind.

“You’ve changed,” she called out. Spencer froze again, just like he had the first time. Was this pathetic enough?

“So have you,” his voice was calm, not caring for tiptoeing anymore. She was right, Spencer had changed, and now he took very little chances with instability.

“Yet here we are, repeating the same cycle as last year.” She turned to face him, and if she was less of a professional, she would have let her hunger for Spencer shine through. He had definitely changed, his hair was longer now, but still beautifully curly and framing his face, the one that was sharper, stubble on his cheeks.

Spencer was a man now, one she wanted to strip down to nothing both physically and emotionally.

“That’s not entirely true,” he shot back with a sense of cockiness to his tone, cockiness she had no patience for. “I’m not letting you go this time.”

She snorted, actually snorted in his face. “You cannot be serious. You think I would lead you to me just to turn myself in?”

“You’re coming with me, whether you want to or not.” There was no room for argument, but she had other plans. She saw the lust in his eyes a year ago, and though time passed, that passion when he was looking at her still hasn’t faded. She just needed to push his buttons a little bit.

“Why don’t you make me?” It was the final straw, the last drop of water before the dam broke, and Spencer made no effort to stop himself from taking her head in his hands and smashing their lips together in both anger and desire.

She moaned against his mouth, wrapping her hands around his neck to find their place in his hair. Spencer had other plans, because he grabbed both of her wrists before turning her around and bending her over the metal table behind them.

“Listen, Princess,” Spencer whispered into her ear, his lips grazing the shell as he bent his whole body over her to press her further. The cool metal was digging into her hips, but she couldn’t complain when it also meant she felt Spencer’s hard erection on her backside. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, and then I’m going to take you in where you’ll rot in prison for the rest of your life. Do you understand?”

“Only one of us is getting ruined today, and it’s not me.” Apparently, that was not the answer Spencer wanted, because he grabbed a fistful of her hair to pull her back against his chest, making her gasp and squirm against his strong frame.

“Watch the attitude,” he growled out before reaching down with his other hand to unbutton her black jeans. “Now let’s try that again. Do you understand me?”

She only responded in a whimper as Spencer’s hands reached inside both her pants and panties to run his fingers through her slick folds.

“Use your words, Princess.” She tried to grind down on his fingers, but Spencer was quick to remove them from her pants. Bringing his hand up to her neck, he wrapped it around before squeezing lightly. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes, I understand. Just please, Spencer.” She never would have thought that the awestruck doctor she wooed a year ago would be so rough with her, and the surprise just added to her need for him.

“Please what, Princess?” Spencer taunted.

“Just do something,” she barked back, immediately regretting her decision when he let go of her neck to push her by her head back onto the table with more force than necessary.

When she heard the click of his handcuffs, she started her relentless squirming. “What the hell, Spencer? I thought you were going to fucking do something!”

“Who said I wasn't?” He asked before completely ripping her pants down her legs, the cool air hitting her bare pussy, causing a shiver to run up her spine.

So this was the game Spencer’s playing.

“God, you’re already so fucking wet, Princess. Wanna taste you.” He gave her no time to register his words because Spencer dropped to his knees and licked a strip up and then down her folds, flicking her clit before taking in completely in his mouth.

Her mewls and groans bounced off the concrete walls around them, only urging Spencer on more. He suckled softly on her clit before flicking it back and forth repeatedly with his tongue at an incomprehensible pace. The knot in her stomach was forming, and at this rate, it was going to unravel fast.

“Spe-Spence I.. I’m g-gonna” Spencer brought his fingers up to her core, replacing his tongue with two slender digits.

“Do it, Princess. Come for me.” He pinched her clit roughly, and that was the final push over the edge, her moans loud consisting of incoherent curses and his name.

When she started to come down from her high, Spencer stood straight up again and started unbuckling his belt. She started to squirm and push back into him at his slow movements.

“I know you’re probably enjoying watching me struggle, but if you could please hurry the fuck up,” she said as she lifted part of her upper body to turn and look at him. She never got a good look, because Spencer reached out and slammed her back down before pushing all of himself into her waiting cunt.

She yelled out at the sensation, Spencer groaning before saying, “What did I tell you about that fucking attitude?”

He set a brutal pace, giving her barely any time to adjust before pulling out so just the tip remained, and then slamming into her with a rough, animalistic force.

“Ah, ah, ah, Sp- Spenc-” He grabbed her by the hair again, using it as leverage to pull her back onto his cock, making her scream out again.

“Shut up,” Spencer groaned out, annunciating each word with a thrust while he reached forward to shove two fingers into her mouth. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

She moaned around his fingers, causing him to press down on her tongue, gagging her. Spencer could feel the way she started to clench around him.

“You gonna cum, Princess? That’s it, cum with me.” Spencer’s thrusts grew sloppier as they both ran towards their orgasm together.

When they both finally reached their high, Spencer could’ve sworn he saw stars, his cock twitching in her pulsing warmth, milking him of everything. For a split second, their bodies had become one.

But time moves quickly, and the second fleeted when his actions caught up to him, and he ripped himself from her.

She was still shaking and trying to catch her breath when he undid the handcuffs that were burning her wrists. Confusion spread through her as she used her arms that still felt like jelly to push herself up off the table.

“Why... why’d you uncuff me?” Spencer looked up through his eyelashes at her from where he was redoing his belt, his face unreadable.

“Get dressed. I can’t arrest you half naked.” He looked away from her with a blush on his face as she bent down to pull her pants back up. When she looked back up at him from where he was trying to see from his peripherals if she was dressed again, she caught a glimpse of the man she met a year ago.

“That’s not the reason, Doctor. If you have a question, ask it.”

“Why’d you stop?” Spencer finally turned to face her, catching the surprise on her face before it morphed into that same wicked smile that rendered him helpless last time.

“Would you have come if I kept killing?” He didn’t have to think about his answer, it was the reason he was hoping was true.

“No.” She slowly stalked over to him, but this time she didn’t flip him on his back. Instead, she cupped his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to nuzzle into her palm.

“I still have 4 bullets,” she said softly. They locked eyes again, but this time, the lust they indulged in melted down to a mutual understanding.

“I’ll see you next year, Doctor.” With that, she walked around him, shutting the door with a slam on the way out, leaving Spencer staring at the silver with no attempt to chase after her.

Pathetic and tragic.

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friend-crow · 2 years

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Meet The Witch

Personal

Name: Crow Pronouns: they/them Age: 36 Signs: Aries sun, Scorpio moon, Pisces rising (yeah, I'm a mess) Where: Pacific Northwest, USA

Magical Interests

Things I actively practice: ancestral veneration, spirit work, dream work, divination, sigils and paper talismans, lowkey herbalism, miscellaneous spell work

Things I'm interested in: pretty much everything except for like... Thelema and new age shit 😅

To be clear, there are a lot of things that interest me on a "wow, this bit of history is absolutely bonkers" level but not so much on a "I'd like to actually practice this" level.

Some Of My Favorite Magic Blogs

@hillbillyoracle @maddiviner @serpentandthreads @salfige @pondering-the-kaiju @lurelurk @windvexer @crazycatsiren @will-o-the-witch @witches-ofcolor @hare-beneath-pine @growing-yet-into-magic

Fun Facts

I have befriended my neighborhood murder of crows, and they now follow me around on walks.

Miscellaneous

Things I Do in My Downtime

Write, draw, garden, feed crows, drink copious amounts of tea Movies:

Harold and Maude, Repo Man, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, All About Eve, Scotland PA, Trainspotting,

Shows:

Schitt's Creek, The Good Place, Better Call Saul, The Great, Futurama, Bob's Burgers

Currently Binging:

Ozark (this is @serpentandthreads 's fault)

#I've had this in my drafts for a while and at this point I think it's been a few weeks since everyone else did theirs #but whatever #witchblr #meet the witch #has tumblr formatting gotten weirder??

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mamavanheat · 2 years

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Record Collection MasterPost

Below the read more is a list of my current record collection. I’ll update the posts as it grows. Most of my collection was found thrifting so the condition of some covers and records are not in great condition, however I still love them all. 💕 tumblr has been stupid and keeps deleting some of the albums under A but I’m trying to fix it lmao

Steve Allen “Steve Allen Plays Bossanova Jazz”

Herb Alpert’s Tijuana Brass “Whipped Cream & Other Delights”

Paul Anka “Feelings”

Paul Anka “Gold”

Paul Anka “Young, Alive, and in Love”

Arctic Monkeys “AM”

Chet Atkins “Nashville Gold”

Bad Company “Desolation Angels”

Joan Baez “Blessed Are…”

Joan Baez “From Every Stage”

Joan Baez “Joan Baez in Concert”

Joan Baez “Joan Baez in Concert Part 2”

The Beatles “1”

The Beatles “ ‘65”

The Beatles “1967-1970”

The Beatles “Abbey Road”

blink-182 “Greatest Hits”

Pat Boone “Love Me Tender”

Pat Boone “Star Dust”

The Byrds “Mr Tambourine Man”

The Byrds “Turn! Turn! Turn!”

Carmen Cavallaro “Dancing in the Dark”

The Carpenters “A Song for You”

The Carpenters “Made in America”

Cher “Dark Lady”

Cher “Take Me Home”

Chicago “V”

Claudine “The Look of Love”

Joe Cocker “I Can Stand A Little Rain”

Nat King Cole “Love is a Many Splendored Thing”

Nat King Cole “The Very Thought Of You”

Sam Cooke “Portrait of a Legend 1951-1964”

Cream “Disraeli Gears”

Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young “4 Way Street”

John Denver “Back Home Again”

John Denver “Greatest Hits”

John Denver “I Want to Live”

John Denver “It’s About Time”

John Denver “Rhymes & Reasons”

John Denver “Rocky Mountain High”

Neil Diamond “Stones”

Donovan “Barabajagal”

Donovan “Donovan”

Donovan “Greatest Hits”

The Doobie Brothers “Best of the Doobies”

Jimmy Dorsey “The Fabulous Jimmy Dorsey Plays His Biggest Hits”

Tommy Dorsey “The Best of Tommy Dorsey”

Earth, Wind, & Fire “Electric Universe”

The Graeme Edge Band “Paradise Ballroom”

Elvis “Elvis’ Golden Records”

Elvis “Mahalo from Elvis”

Fire & Rain “Mercury”

Ella Fitzgerald “Ella Fitzgerald Sings the Harold Arlen Song Book Vol. 1”

Fleetwood Mac “Rumours”

Don Fogelberg “Souvenirs”

Foreigner “4”

Aretha Franklin “Aretha’s Gold”

Bobbie Gentry and Glenn Campbell “Bobbie Gentry and Glenn Campbell”

Leslie Gore “I’ll Cry If I Want To”

The Grass Roots “Leaving It All Behind”

Green Day “Greatest Hits: God’s Favorite Band”

Greta Van Fleet “Anthem of the Peaceful Army”

Greta Van Fleet “The Battle at Garden’s Gate”

Greta Van Fleet “Black Smoke Rising”

Greta Van Fleet “From the Fires”

Sam Harris “Sam Harris”

Sam Harris “Sam I Am”

George Harrison “Living in the Material World”

Justin Hayward & John Lodge “Blue Jays”

The Jimi Hendrix Experience “Electric Ladyland”

Buddy Holly and The Crickets “20 Golden Greats”

Engelbert Humperdinck “After the Lovin”

Etta James “At Last”

Jefferson Airplane “After Bathing at Baxters”

Jefferson Airplane “Crown of Creation”

Jefferson Airplaine “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane”

Jefferson Starship “Spitfire”

Carole King “Tapestry”

The Kinks “Sleepwalker”

Bonnie Koloc “Hold On To Me”

Don Lanphere Quintet “Into Somewhere”

Julian Lennon “Valotte”

Ramsey Lewis Trio “Hang On Ramsey!”

Gordon Lightfoot “Cold on the Shoulder”

Gordon Lightfoot “Summer Side of Life”

Gordon Lightfoot “The Best of Gordon Lightfoot”

Little Feat “The Last Record Album”

Little Fear “Time Loves A Hero”

Lene Lovich “Stateless”

Steve Lyon “There’s No Place Like Mars”

The Mamas & The Papas “The Mamas & The Papas Deliver”

The Mamas & The Papas “Presenting The Mamas & The Papas”

Barry Manilow “Here Comes The Night”

Melanie “Gather Me”

The Monkees “Headquarters”

The Monkees “The Monkees Deluxe Edition”

The Monkees “More of the Monkees”

The Moody Blues “This is the Moody Blues”

Maria Muldaur “Maria Muldaur”

Mystic Moods Orchestra “English Muffin”

Mystic Moods Orchestra “One Stormy Night”

Graham Nash “Wild Tales”

Juice Newton “Juice”

Peaches & Herb “2 HOT!”

Peaches & Herb “Greatest Hits”

Bonnie Raitt “Green Light”

Smokey Robinson “A Quiet Storm”

The Rolling Stones “Big Hits (High Tide and Green Grass”

Linda Ronstadt “Heart Like A Wheel”

Linda Ronstadt “Simple Dreams”

Tim Rose “Through Rose Colored Glasses”

Bud Shank & the folkswingers “Folk ‘N Flute”

Silk “Smooth As Raw Silk”

Simon and Garfunkel “Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, & Thyme”

Simon and Garfunkel “Simon and Garfunkel’s Greatest Hits”

Sonny & Cher “All I Ever Need Is You”

Sonny & Cher “In Case You’re In Love”

Rod Stewart “Never A Dull Moment”

Harry Styles “Harry’s House”

The Temptations “Greatest Hits”

The Temptations “House Party”

Tiffany “Hold An Old Friend’s Hand”

Jethro Tull “Songs from the Wood”

Conway Twitty “Conway Twitty’s Greatest Hits”

Bonnie Tyler “It’s A Heartache”

Various Artists “Country Love Vol. 1”

Various Artists “Let Yourself Go! Limited Edition Collector’s Album”

Various Artists “Time To Get It Together”

Various Artists “Vintage Music: Collectors Series Volume One”

The Vogues “Memories”

The White Stripes “The White Stripes Greatest Hits”

The Who “It’s Hard”

The Who “Magic Bus (The Who on Tour)”

John Paul Young “Love Is In The Air”

Film Soundtracks

Guardians of the Galaxy “Deluxe Vinyl Edition”

The Hollywood Knights

Oklahoma!

Saturday Night Fever

The Sound of Music

Stardust (1974)

#kat’s collections

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jesuisgourde · 2 years

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Please please please give me more Richey book recs! Especially with suicide as a theme, but if you know of any others, I would love to hear about them too! Thank you for being a fountain of a Manic knowledge and sharing it with us <3

Here's two lists! List one is stuff Richey definitely read, as in it's something he mentioned or referenced in lyrics/interviews/album booklet or setlist quotes/etc. List two is stuff that I can extrapolate he likely read, due to the things I know he did read. Note that a fair amount of these come with various trigger warnings. Again, I've read most but not all of these, so I can answer questions about a good number of them.

Oh, also, this totally slipped my mind from the last list somehow. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides was definitely a book Richey read; the Manics use a quote from the film version (which came out after Richey's death but they said in an interview they thought he'd have liked it) at the end of Doors Closing Slowly.

Definitely read: -Catcher In The Rye by JD Salinger -American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis -The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides -The Dice Man by Luke Rhinehart -1984 by George Orwell -Confessions Of A Mask by Yukio Mishima -The Plague, The Stranger, and The Fall, all by Albert Camus -A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams -Lipstick Traces by Greil Marcus -The Birth of Tragedy by Friedrich Nietzsche -The Torture Garden by Octave Mirbeau -Borstal Boy by Brendan Behan -The Divided Self by RD Laing -Notes From Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky -Novel With Cocaine by M Ageyev -Bernice Bobs Her Hair by F. Scott Fitzgerald -Black Rain by Masuji Ibuse -Under The Volcano by Malcolm Lowry -Frisk by Dennis Cooper -Bartleby The Scrivener by Herman Melville -Homage To Catalonia by George Orwell -Heart Of Darkness by Joseph Conrad (which is what Apocalypse Now was based on, and the film was one of Richey’s major obsessions at the end of his life) -Brave New World by Aldous Huxley -Rumblefish by SE Hinton -Being And Nothingness by Jean Paul Sartre -Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z Brite -The Atrocity Exhibition by JG Ballard -High Rise by JG Ballard -Birdy by William Wharton -The Trial by Franz Kafka -Suddenly Last Summer by Tennessee Williams -Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov -The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin -The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon -Lord of the Flies by William Golding -Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis -One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey -Birdy by William Wharton -Thirst For Love by Yukio Mishima -Miracle Of The Rose by Jean Genet -The Drowned And The Saved/So This Is A Man/Escape From Auschwitz, all by Primo Levi -The Diary Of A Young Girl by Anne Frank -Last Exit To Brooklyn by Hubert Selby Jr -The Loneliness of a Long-Distance Runner by Alan Sillitoe -Four Quartets by Hart Crane -The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri -The Pursuit Of Loneliness by Philip Slater -Society Of The Spectacle by Guy Debord -The Naked And The Dead by Norman Mailer -Man’s Search For Meaning by Viktor Frankl -Illuminations by Arthur Rimbaud -Dialectic Of Enlightenment and Minima Moralia by Theodore Adorno -The Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan -One Day In The Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexsandr Solzhenitsyn -The Hero With A Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell -Naomi by Junchiro Tanizaki -SCUM Manifesto by Valerie Solanas -The Lives Of Michel Foucault by David Macey -Rethinking Camelot by Noam Chomsky -The Anxiety Of Influence by Harold Bloom -The Unrest Cure And Other Stories by Saki (HH Munro) -King Lear by William Shakespeare -Confessions by Saint Augustine -The Day Of The Locust by Nathaniel West -Tom Jones by Henry Fielding -Bird Man: The Many Faces Of Robert Stroud by Jolene Babyak -The Demon by Hubert Selby Jr -The Waste Land by TS Eliot -Songs Of Innocence And Experience by William Blake

Likely read: -The Outsiders by SE Hinton -Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury -Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf (features a suicidal main-ish character) -Post Office by Charles Bukowski -The Prophet by Khalil Gibran -Knots by RD Laing -On The Road by Jack Keroauc -No Exit by Jean Paul Sartre -The Sickness Unto Death by Soren Kierkegaard -Junky & Naked Lunch, both by William S Burroughs -Valley Of The Dolls by Jacqueline Susanne -The Runaway Soul by Harold Brodkey -Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller -The Tin Drum by Gunter Grass -Austerlitz by WG Sebald -Betrayal by Harold Pinter -Invitation To A Beheading by Vladimir Nabokov -The Story Of O by Anne Desclos -Lucie’s Long Voyage by Alina Reyes -120 Days of Sodom by Marquis de Sade -The Traitor by Andre Gorz -The Man Of Feeling by Henry Mackenzie -This Way To The Gas, Ladies And Gentlemen by Tadeusz Borowski -The White Rose by Inge Scholl -It Can’t Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis -On Revolution by Hannah Arendt -Being There by Jerzy Kozinski -Heliogabalus: or, the Crowned Anarchist by Antonin Artaud -Resuscitation of a Hanged Man by Denis Johnson -Mysteries by Knut Hamsun -We by Yevgeny Zamyatin -Almost Transparent Blue by Ryu Murakami -Venus In Furs by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch -How I Became One Of The Invisible by David Rattray -The Story Of The Eye by Georges Bataille -The Blue Of Noon by Georges Bataille

Also, there's a lot more of my ramblings and writings about the Manics on my other blog @meta-squash under the "manic street preachers" tag, if you're interested. (And I do love talking about them, and Richey especially.)

ETA: I went through all the (text) interviews of the Manics and wrote down every book they mentioned in interviews or lyrics and posted it up here.

#squash rambles #i've read about 80-85% of the books on these lists

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janetbrown711 · 3 years

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My headcanons about Queen Angelina II

Majority of these can be seen in this fic, so if you like the idea go check it out ;)

Also- a handful of these are shared with the lovely @madelynartz, who also has fantastic takes on her, so be sure to check out their post too

If you want me to draw/write any of these specific headcanons/moments, just send an ask and I’ll probably do it

I’ll (likely) be making another, seperate post for William when i feel like it

Update: I have

This is gonna be a long post-

Early Life:

Her parents weren't very loving or caring, only ever wanting her to work on her studies and singing

Her mother was worse than her father, as she was egotistical and always critical of Angelina II and always seemed to find problems with things and people that made her happy

Her mother also always went by her full name (You had to refer to her as Queen Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the First- she wouldn't let people shorten it)

Naturally- Angelina resented her mother and with that, her own name.

She hates it when people say her full name- "Just Angelina is fine"

But if she especially likes you, you can call her Lena ;)

Since the only thing her parents approved of was studying, she devoured the entire castle library as a child, which left her often more informed than her tudors, which left her bored during lessons and she quickly became a "smart-ass" as she liked to talk back and figure out the ways she could get out of lessons

She hated the idea of getting betrothed, and any time a suitor would come over, she'd attack his pride in any form she could think of to get them to hate her, and she was successful

One of the suitors was Prince Salazar

She hated Salazar the most

Despite her attitude being well known across several kingdoms, rumors of her beauty and wonderous singing kept them coming

Her father, King Harold the Eighth, died when she was 10, and she could hardly say she really grieved him, but it made her mother more distant and sometimes outright cruel

She met William when he was 15 in the royal stables when he was training to be a squire

He fell in love instantly, though Angelina wanted to get to know him first

They were the best of friends since they met, though it was obvious Queen Angelina I disapproved

However, after awhile Angelina just stopped caring about what her mother thought entirely and was much better off

She and William loved to garden together, and always planted new flowerbeds in the palace garden every spring

William proposed when he was 22 and she was 21

Obviously she said yes, but they had to keep it hidden from her mother, who would likely take William away

Luckily for them, Angelina I died a month after he proposed, and the two were quickly married.

Yakko:

Yakko was born 10 months after their wedding

Angelina fell in love instantly, declaring him to be the cutest baby she had ever seen

She's terrible with names, and never named her children until after they were born

She hated the idea of giving him a really long and convoluted name, or a name that was in her family (like Harold the 9th)

And so Yakko it was

She didn't expect motherhood to be so exhausting, but hearing Yakko's laugh for the first time made everything worth it to her

Yakko began babbling at a younger age than most, and he babbled constantly, even in his sleep. Angelina loved to just sit and listen to him try to tell stories in nonsense baby language

However, Yakko seemed to have a preference for hearing William give the bedtime stories, as when she tried to read he got fussy

Once he was able to explain he said "daddo does the voices" and that he preferred her lullabies anyway

It hurt at first, but she understood. William was an excellent story teller, though he did have a tendency to ramble at times

Yakko's favorite story was of how they met

She's very protective, and if he was sick or hurt, she'd never leave his side

Her hair used to be very, very long but once Yakko was able to grab things and kept yanking her hair, she chopped it all off and has kept it short ever since

Wakko:

Wakko didn’t cry or breathe when he was born, so for the first moments of his life, Angelina and William feared he was dead

He wasn’t dead though, and they rejoiced greatly, and cried a lot

Angelina refused to let go of him though, and they were only able to get Wakko away from her when she fell asleep from exhaustion

After about a week or so, she relaxed more, but she needless to say her protectiveness went to new heights

“Lena, Yakko slept in a crib all the time, it’s fine-” “How do you know that?” “Lena, I was there.”

William did always have a way to reassure her though

However, the extra layer of protectiveness was kinda needed for Wakko, as he loved to bite and chew on everything and anything he could get his little hands on (including his own tail)

She eventually gained what William described as a “sixth sense” where she could just tell when Wakko put something he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth.

Wakko didn’t talk much when he was young, especially when compared to Yakko, though his brother seemed to get him to talk even more than his parents could

They didn’t mind though, whatever worked, worked

Wakko loved following Yakko everywhere he went the moment he could crawl. Angelina thought it was adorable.

Wakko had a tendency to hurt himself a lot (whether by tripping, crashing, bitting his tail too hard, etc.) which forced Angelina to learn that he’ll be okay, and not to overreact or panic, as he was most certainly not made of glass

Angelina had a tendency to be a worry-wart

Dot:

Angelina became pregnant with Dot right before tensions with Ticktockia started to rise, but William was determined not to let that ruin their optimism about having another child that was hopefully a girl

Angelina really wanted a girl bc Yakko and Wakko didn’t like dressing up and she really hoped a girl would, though she knew there wasn’t ever a guarantee, but she hoped

Angelina went into labor in the middle of a meeting with an ambassador from Ticktockia, but forced herself to finish it bc she ain’t a quitter

Despite Dot being her third child, she took the longest to actually deliver (two days), likely due to the exhaustion from countless meetings with Ambassadors and the stress of trying to avoid war bc King Salazar decided past treaties suddenly didn’t mean anything

Angelina had originally been against giving her her name, as she still associated it with her mother, but William said that he only thought of her, and that she was a much better mother and person than Angelina I could’ve ever been, which changed her mind.

However, she had thought of the name Dot before she was born, and liked it to so she and William agreed they’d just call her that for short, and if you asked them “how is Dot short for Princess Angelina blah blah blah the Third, they’d reply “it just is”)

Though she wouldn’t tell Yakko or Wakko, Dot was most certainly the cutest baby of them all

Wakko and Yakko loved to just... stand over Dot’s crib and watch her do things

Wakko also didn’t grasp what a baby was, and would often try to make her do things, and when she wouldn’t he’d get upset and Angelina or William would have to explain why she can’t play with him with the toy soldiers

She’d often just ramble on and on to Dot as she slept while William watched the boys, talking about the new treaties going up, and how worried she was about what Salazar would do if he didn’t agree with the new treaties and deals. It made her feel better.

To also ease her worries, she taught Yakko how to take care of his sister. How to burp her, how to change her, how to give her a bath, etc. She hated thinking about what could possibly happen, but knowing they’d survive somehow made her feel much better.

Dot was three months old when the attack happened, and Angelina wished she had had more time with her before dying.

Misc. (bc I refuse to end on a bad/depressing note)

She had family portraits made after each of her kids were born bc she wanted to always remember how cute of babies they were

Her lullabies worked like magic in terms of getting the three of them to sleep

If you asked her, she thinks Yakko has her eyes, Wakko has her nose, and Dot has her eyes and face shape

In the space between her mother dying and their wedding, she met Hello Nurse, who was a childhood friend of William’s, and they hit it off quite well- so much so that Angelina offered her a job in the castle, but she refused, saying she had plans with some doctor in Acme Falls, which Angelina respected.

She one time tried to practice knitting in hopes of knitting the kiddos a blanket, but she was t e r r i b l e at it, and gave up after a week of trying

William and her liked to throw balls at least once a year, and everyone agreed they were the best dancers out there (what they didn’t know was how much practice Angelina had to put in to get a sense of rhythm- she was a terrible dancer, and William’s natural grace when dancing far exceeded her own)

Despite others protesting, Angelina always suspected that the reason tension was growing with Ticktockia was because Salazar was jealous and upset that she married some random knight rather than him (a theory that was proven right to her right before her death)

Her favorite food was bananas

William was a huge cuddler, so they’d cuddle close every night

she personally tutored Yakko on things like history and geography, as she felt those tended to be the most boring classes, and she wanted to have some part in his education, as she hated all of her teachers when she was a kid

She often didn’t know when to shut up, which did end up costing her in the end, but she didn’t regret a single word she said before her death, as Salazar deserved every bit of it.

#animaniacs #queen angelina warner #king william warner #wakko's wish #animaniacs fics #long post #headcanons #queen angelina ii #if you can't tell i'm in love with her #not even joking #dksfl;asjdl #I have a lot of thoughts lol #a lot of these could easily be fics #and I do want to write them lol #so seriously don't hesitate to ask

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cerinelle-stellarium · 3 years

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A List of Highly Recommended Modern Western Animated Series

Or alternatively, A List of Modern Western Animated Series That Actually Stuck to Their Guns With Their Story/Character Writing/Endings. Yes, I'm still unfathomably angry about Star vs' downfall, incredibly bitter regarding the She-Ra 'reboot' and how its' messages were portrayed (and a whole lot of other issues), immensely frustrated on how Steven Universe's themes, world building plus characters were handled and extremely annoyed with Miraculous Ladybug refusing to evolve into something better, thank you for asking. :)

The 7D

101 Dalmatians Street

Adventure Time

Adventure Time: Distant Lands

The Adventures of Puss in Boots

The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle

American Dragon Jake Long

Amethyst: Princess of Gemworld (2013)

Angelina Ballerina

Animals (2016)

Animaniacs (2020)

Anne of Green Gables: The Animated Series

Atomic Betty

Atomic Puppet

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Batman: The Brave and the Bold

Ben 10 (The entire OG series prior to the 2016 'reboot')

Beware the Batman

Big City Greens

Billy Dilley's Super Duper Subterranean Summer

Bless the Harts

Blood of Zeus

Blue's Clues & You!

Bob's Burgers

Bojack Horseman

The Bravest Knight

Breadwinners

Buzz Lightyear: Star Command

Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Central Park

Centaurworld

Chalkzone

Chaotic

Chowder

Clarence

Class of the Titans

Cleopatra in Space

Close Enough

Codename Kids Next Door

Cyberchase

DC Super Hero Girls (2019)

Dead End: Paranormal Park

The Deep

Detentionaire

Di-Gata Defenders

Dora the Explorer

DOTA: Dragon's Blood

Doug Unplugs

The Dragon Prince

DuckTales (2017)

El Tigre: The Adventures of Manny Rivera

Elliott From Earth

The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants

Epithet Erased

Ever After High

Fillmore!

Filly Funtasia

Fish Hooks

Generator Rex

Geronimo Stilton

The Ghost and Molly McGee

G.I. Joe: Renegades

Glitch Techs

Go Away, Unicorn!

Gravity Falls

The Great North

Green Eggs and Ham (2019)

Green Lantern: The Animated Series

The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

Growing Up Creepie

Hanazuki: Full of Treasures

Harold and the Purple Crayon

Harley Quinn (2019)

Harvey Girls Forever!

Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi

Hilda

The Hollow

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie

Iggy Arbuckle

Infinity Train

Invader Zim

Invincible (2021)

Jackie Chan Adventures

Jacob Two-Two

Jellystone!

Jurrasic World: Camp Cretaceous

Justice League

Justice League Action

Kappa Mikey

Kick Buttowski: Suburban Daredevil

Kid Cosmic

Kim Possible

King

Kulpari: An Army of Frogs

Kulipari: Dreamwalker

Kung Fu Panda: Legends of Awesomeness

The Last Kids on Earth

Legends of Chima

LEGO Elves: Secrets of Elvendale

Legend of the Three Caballeros

The Life and Times of Juniper Lee

Lilo & Stitch: The Series

Lily the Witch

The Lion Guard

Little Charmers

The Little Prince (2010)

Littlest Pet Shop (2012)

LoliRock

Love, Death & Robots

Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

Max and Ruby

Metalopocalypse

The Midnight Gospel

Milo Murphy's Law

Molang

Moominvalley

Motorcity

The Mr. Men Show

Muppet Babies (2018)

My Life As a Teenage Robot

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Mysticons

Neo Yokio

Oban Star Racers

Onyx Equinox

Over the Garden Wall

Penn Zero: Part Time Hero

Phineas and Ferb

Pinkalicious and Peterrific

Polly Pocket (2018)

Pop Pixie

Pound Puppies (2010)

Puppy in My Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville

Potatoes and Dragons

Primal (2019)

The Proud Family

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Regular Show

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Ruby Gloom

Sabrina: Secrets of a Teenage Witch

Sadie Sparks

Samurai Jack

Santiago of the Seas

Scaredy Squirrel

Scooby Doo!: Mystery Incorperated

Sealab 2021

Secret Mountain Fort Awesome

Seis Manos

Shaun the Sheep

Sheep in the Big City

Shimmer and Shine

Silverwing

Simon in the Land of Chalk Drawings

Skylanders Academy

Slugterra

Sofia the First

Solar Opposites

Spirit: Riding Free

Spliced

Stanley

Star Beam

Star Wars: The Bad Batch

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Star Wars Rebels

Static Shock

Stretch Armstrong and the Flex Fighters

Summer Camp Island

Su[er Drags

Sym-Bionic Titan

Tales of Arcadia franchise

Tara Duncan

Teen Titans

Thundercats (2011)

Totally Spies!

Trolls: The Beat Goes On!

Trollz

True and the Rainbow Kingdom

Tuca & Bertie

Twelve Forever

The Venture Brothers

Victor and Valentino

Villainous

Wakfu

Wander Over Yonder

Watership Down (2018)

Wayside

We Bare Bears

Welcome to the Wayne

What About Mimi?

Winx Club's first 3 seasons

W.I.T.C.H.

Xiaolin Showdown

Young Justice

Upcoming Modern Cartoons with Interesting Concepts!

The Inside Job

IRL Squad

The Lion's Blaze

Wings of Fire

#the dragon prince #dc super hero girls 2019 #the ghost and molly mcgee #gravity falls #regular show #ceri rambles about stuff

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