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A (Hopefully) Exciting Announcement
Like most of Tumblr I’m reading Dracula Daily. I’m also currently struggling to read Waverley by Sir Walter Scott. So I’ve decided, what better way to motivate myself to read it than to turn it into a Dracula Daily-style newsletter?
Here’s the result:
https://waverleydaily.substack.com/
I’ll e-mail a chapter a day starting on 1st December 2022. Please subscribe if you’re interested in Scottish historical novels, the Jacobite rebellion of 1745, Sir Walter Scott’s novels, or simply want to read a classic novel in (semi-)manageable chunks!
One-off tagging mutuals who might be interested in this: @misscrawfords, @euphoniouspandemonium, *awkward pause as I realise I don’t know many classic novel fans on here*, @copper-dragon-in-disguise
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Ooh, what’s Edinburgh like? Moving there next year hopefully, from Africa, and after a few quick trips I can’t say I’ve gotten too much of a sense of the city :(
I'm kinda biased, but it's a good place, quite small and easy to get around, the main bus serice is Lothian Buses, for a flat fare of £2 you can get from ato b on one bus, for £5 cash you can hop on and off, the best value is paying by debit card , what they call TapTapCap from as little as £4.80 per day and £22 per week, so if you are one 3 or more buses in one day it caps at £4.80, and £22 is the most you will pay fr a week. The bus service is very good and I use their bustracker, find it on Google Play "My Bus Edinburgh" The vast majority of Museums and Art Galleries are free, only charges tend to be if there are special exhibitions, like The National Museum of Scotland had a Doctor Who exhibition last year. There are two main train stations, Waverley and Haymarket, and several small ones and stops.
Most people don't realise that Edinburgh and the surrounding areas have some great beaches, Portobello is the best in the city, ad has plenty of places to eat and drink at there. Cramond Beachis a mecca for dog walkers, there is a Causeway there where you can explore Cramond Island, just watch the tide times. There are plenty of parks and green spaces, the city is officially the greenest city in the UK, with almost half the city (49.2%) being classed as 'green space'.
If you are relatively fit there are plenty hills to climb to get great views, some are very easy, Calton Hill, Corstorphine to name but two. Arthur's Seat offers different routes to the summit of varying difficulty, but you can actually drive so far up and just make the easy climb to the top, there are three man made "Lochs" around Arthur's Seat, if you're lucky you will see Otters at Dunsapie, Duddingston and St Margarets have plenty swas and ducks. For more serious walkers the Pentland Hills are a great place to explore, there is even a herd of oor Highland "Hairy Coos" up there. If you can ski, there is a dryslope on The Pentlands, the longest in the UK.
Pubs and clubs are a plenty, I have no idea of your age as you have decided to remain anon, but many places cater for students, prices vary, I pay between £2 and £4 for my drinks, although the touristy places will charge you up to twice this amount, over £6 for a drink is not unusual.
Of course we have the Festival, well there are several throughout the year, Edinburgh gets the tag of Festival City at times. The main one is in August and the population of Edinburgh is said to double in the time, licensed premises are automatically given an extension to their opening hours, some open to 5 in the morning.
It's a safe city with a low crime rate, but as with other places you have to be aware of your own safety. If you plan on taking in the paid attractions The Castle wil set you back about £20, as will The Palace of Holyrood House. Opposite the Palace is The Scottish Parliament, you can visit thisfor free and sit in while it is in session. If you are planning on venturing around Scotland and like your history I recommend a membership of Historic Scotland, again I don't know your age, but prices start at under £3 a month and are less than a fiver for adults over 24. National Trust of Scotland also offer meberships from £3.35 to £5.80.
Can't really think of much more to put for now, perhaps my followers can make suggestions, or ask questions?
Oh and pack your umbrella get a waterproof jacket, even in summer we can get some heavy showers, naturally you will be aware it can get cold as well, invest in a decent winter jacket and layers to keep warm.
I hope this has been helpful.
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Just My Imagination.
Masterlist of fan fiction
Fandom: Spooks
Pairings: Lucas North x Original Female Character (Amy Holland)
Warnings: Undercover agents, angst, insecurity, anxiety.
Word count: 5725
Summary: From the imagine: "Imagine that you are on an operation with Lucas North, where you have to use a cover story that you’re in a relationship. Only Lucas plays the part a little too well."
Comments/Notes: Requested by anon. Requested as Lucas x Amy. THANK YOU. You know how much I love writing about Lucas and Amy. This piece was requested to be a romantic comedy, but I’m so sorry to say that it wound up just being angsty again.
I hope you like the fic. As always, like, reblog and comment if you enjoy. If you wish to be added to any of my tag lists, let me know.
Operation Greenacre.
Amy looked back over the folder in front of her, memorising all the information inside. Her name while on this operation was Amanda Reynolds, an office assistant in central London at a family law firm. Recently engaged to boyfriend of two years, Ben Waverley, aka Lucas North, her current operation partner.
Amy and Lucas had been given keys to a one-bedroom flat where they would act out their pretend lives, hoping to gather more inside information from their next door neighbours, a couple who were potentially funding terrorists through their charity.
“Are you sure you’re okay to do this?” Lucas asked, hovering at her desk. “If you don’t feel comfortable then tell Harry and we can stand you down.”
“I don’t want to let anyone down,” Amy sighed, giving him an anxious and embarrassed smile. Next to Jo Portman, Amy was the closest in age to Lucas, so could easily pass off as his fiancée. However, Jo was on another operation.
Lucas pulled a chair across from the desk opposite and sat down next to Amy. “Look, you’ve never done this before, and it’s kind of going against procedure here and taking a risk. You don’t have to say yes just to please Harry or to impress anyone. Your safety and wellbeing comes first.”
“But the only other person is Ros.”
“So?” Lucas asked, raising his eyebrows. “Ros and I have had cover stories before where we’ve been in a relationship. We can easily make it work.”
Amy looked at Lucas and felt the butterflies flap more viciously in her stomach. The man was gorgeous, and in Amy’s mind her being seen as his fiancée was even more inconceivable than Ros taking the place. Ros Myers had the confidence and grace that Amy didn’t. Amy was of short stature, more curvaceous, with short dark hair and what she considered more ‘plain’ features. While Amy had proven herself as a damn good analyst and office based intel officer, her confidence waned when venturing into new situations, or when in the company of Lucas.
*
Near the end of Lucas’ shift, he tapped on Harry’s door.
Harry Pearce, government renowned intelligence officer and senior lead of Section D, raised his head. “Yes, Lucas. Come in.”
Lucas closed the door behind himself and sat down opposite the middle aged man. “I want to talk to you about Operation Greenacre. I don’t think Amy is ready, Harry. I’ve got a feeling that she’s accepted this to try and prove herself to you.”
“Is this because you’re concerned about having to watch out for her, or a genuine interest in her safety?”
“I can’t believe you’d ask me that question,” Lucas scoffed. “I’m worried for her, not me. She’s not ready for field work. Can we just ask Ros to do it?”
“Lucas, Amy has already agreed to this and your documentation is being processed. I can’t stop this from going ahead, and Ros has, as of this afternoon, been put onto Op Hickory. I trust that you’ll be able to help her; the two of you seem to work well together and there’s something about the way she interacts with you. There’s an ease and a trust I sense.”
“I’m not questioning how we work together. I’ve always got on very well with her.”
Harry saw a very faint blush hit Lucas’ cheeks, which was quite rare for him. Not much seemed to faze him, but this conversation appeared to be bringing out the very first signs that Lucas may have been holding a secret close to his heart.
**
Amy woke early the next morning and rolled over to see that it was quarter to five. She had only gotten a couple of hours sleep, sporadic through the night. Her mind was ablaze with all the details of her new life she was about to live.
Amanda Reynolds. Thirty one years of age. Born in Manchester. Older brother named Thomas. Fiancee of Ben Waverley. A gorgeous man like him wouldn’t ever be interested in someone like me….
The thoughts had trailed off many times, departing from the facts she had to memorise. All she could think about was how appearing engaged to Lucas would seem so far-fetched. She had even looked upon the engagement ring many times, wishing that it was all for real. What an absolutely stupid dream. This woman that she was pretending to be, Amanda Reynolds, had a better life than she had ever had.
**
At around half seven, after showering, pacing her flat with podcasts playing in her ears, Amy heard her front door buzzer sound. It couldn’t have been the postman, as he normally left all mail in the boxes in the lobby. Deliveries weren’t usually this early.
Amy clicked the intercom. “Hello?”
“It’s Lucas.”
Just his voice was like a wave of pleasurable electricity. It ran down her spine and made her smile. “I’ll let you in.”
As Amy opened her door, she saw Lucas walking up the hallway. He was dressed in blue jeans and a black shirt, with the top two buttons opened. He held something in his hands.
“I hope you haven’t had breakfast yet, Aim,” he said softly.
“I thought we were meeting at nine, at the flat,” Amy said stupidly.
“I just thought you might like to have a bit of food first and relax a bit.”
Amy let Lucas into her flat, feeling the familiar flutter of nerves begin to descend.
“Malcolm has organised the moving van this morning, so a lot of the stuff should be there when we arrive later,” Amy told Lucas, stepping into the kitchen, with him just behind.
“Come and sit down for a bit and don’t think about the op. Relax and take your mind off it.”
Amy looked down at the brown paper bag on the counter and then back up at Lucas, feeling something in her chest, an ache that she had never quite felt before. Not only was he gorgeous, but kind. He actually saw her, and made her feel like she mattered. Or was this purely to try and help her feel more confident to better the outcome of the op? A method of getting the best out of her.
“Did you manage to get that sketch completed?” Lucas asked, taking a large bite out of a croissant.
“Oh, I didn’t think you’d remember that,” Amy said. Only a few days earlier and Amy had been sketching a photo of her nephew at her desk in work. It was a gift that she wanted to give to her sister for her birthday.
**
By the time that Amy and Lucas had made it to the flat where they would be spending at least the next couple of weeks, Amy felt a little more at ease. The two of them greeted the moving men.
Every now and again, Amy would catch a glimpse of a shimmer of rainbow colours from the corner of her eye, as the sun caught the diamond on her left hand.
It all felt natural as Amy and Lucas began putting items away after unpacking boxes. However, it all changed, when a tall red-headed woman came to their open door. She tapped on it and stepped over the threshold and into the living room. “Hello?”
“It’s okay,” Lucas whispered to Amy as they remained together in the bedroom, still opening boxes. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be with you in a minute.” Then he winked at her, watching as her startled face disappeared out of view.
“Morning,” Amy said, her face beaming at the sight of the redhead. “I’m guessing you’re a neighbour?”
“I am. I’m Pamela from next door, at number five. I heard we were getting new neighbours. It’s been so long since anyone has lived here, and I was starting to wonder if they’d ever find tenants.”
Amy chuckled nervously. “I’m Amanda. My fiancée Ben is still in the bedroom trying to put the bed back together, so he should be out in a bit.”
On cue, just as Amy spoke those last words, Lucas appeared and approached. He curled his arm around Amy’s waist and drew her in against him. “Hi, I’m Ben. I hate moving. It makes me do some DIY which is one of my pet hates.”
As Lucas spoke, Amy was sure that she could feel Lucas’ fingers moving in an almost circular motion against her waist. She could feel heat rising up her body at the sensation of being in such close proximity of him.
“Is that a diamond I see?” Pamela asked, her dark eyes growing bright.
Amy raised her hand to show her new neighbour. “We’ve been engaged about two months now.”
Lucas pulled Amy that tad closer as she spoke, feeling a deep warmth rise upward and fill him. Without even thinking, he placed a kiss on her temple. Her skin was so soft under his lips and he could smell strawberries, no doubt from her shampoo.
“You’ll have to come over for dinner tomorrow,” Pamela offered. “We always enjoy hosting dinners for our neighbours. Ted is ever the showman.”
“That sounds lovely,” Amy said, her voice ever so slightly teetering on the edge of nervousness. She could feel the change in her voice now that Lucas was touching her.
“I’ll let you both get back to it. I’ll see you around no doubt.”
As Pamela disappeared into her front door, Amy immediately pulled from Lucas. She turned away from him and dashed away into the kitchen, where she flicked on the kettle for a drink. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could feel her legs shaking. For a few seconds, she watched out of the window, focusing on the clouds and took a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” Lucas asked. “You did well, Aim.”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just a little flustered, that’s all.”
**
The rest of the day was fairly lowkey, with Amy and Lucas putting the belongings away, which hopefully wouldn’t be needed for too long. At the briefing, Harry and Lucas had explained that they hoped that the undercover part of the op wouldn’t be any more than two or three weeks. Most of it hinged on Lucas being able to wind his way into Ted Delaney’s trust and gain any hints as to his reasoning and motives for working alongside terrorists.
At around six there was a sharp knock at the door.
Lucas opened the door, only to see Ted Delaney in front of him. Positive ID made from all the documentation that had been gathered prior to the undercover portion of the op going live.
“I’m Ted from next door. Pam told me you’d moved in and that she’d invited you to dinner tomorrow. Thought I’d come over and extend my welcomes to you both.”
Ted Delany was a man who was easily in his mid-fifties. His greying hair was swept back and oiled, and his grey eyes were piercing. His clothing showed that he had money and position: a well-tailored navy suit and shined shoes.
“Would you like a drink with us?” Lucas asked.
“Sure,” Ted said, flashing a broad smile.
Lucas immediately approached the whiskey and vodka bottles that were neatly placed out on a small table next to a large bookcase.
Amy could hear faint chatter as she remained in the bedroom. For a second, she stood with her back to the wall, took a deep breath and then exited.
“Hey, babe,” Lucas said, seeing Amy. ‘Babe’ somehow felt wrong in his mouth, and he hoped that to Delaney the word didn’t come across too alien. “This is Ted from next door.”
“Ted, this is Amanda. The love of my life and wife-to-be.”
I think that may be a bit too much, Lucas. Amy mused.
Amy sat down on the black leather sofa which was opposite a matching armchair, where Ted had perched himself.
Lucas handed the glass of whiskey to Ted and then placed himself down next to Amy. His hand rested on her thigh, again doing that circular motion with his fingers. He looked at Amy, passing her a glance. “Do you want me to get you anything from the kitchen?”
“You’re missing out on the good stuff, love,” Ted said with a hearty chuckle and raised his glass in the air.
“No, I’m fine, thank you,” Amy replied. “I’ve never been able to hand alcohol particularly well. It just doesn’t sit well with me.”
“I remember when we first met, and she tried to impress me by drinking a couple of pints,” Lucas said. “She’s always tried to impress me when there’s no need to. She’s perfect the way she is.” Lucas, on instinct, squeezed her leg.
Amy felt a rod of red hot head swarm in her head, as if angry wasps were buzzing there. “I always felt I was out of your league, Ben, you know that.”
“Pam was always like that with me, too. Some women might seem like they have confidence, but deep down they don’t, and feel they need to be something they’re not. In fact, they’ve always been the apple of your eye from the very beginning.”
Lucas chuckled. “That’s definitely always been the way with her. She doesn’t see how amazing she is.”
**
Ted only stayed for approximately twenty minutes, before leaving Amy and Lucas for the night. There was a silence that had grown between them both now, and as Lucas remained in the living room, Amy sat in the kitchen with a mug of tea between her arms, which were resting on the table.
“Aim, what’s wrong?” Lucas asked, finally following her into the kitchen. “You’ve been quiet since Delaney left. Is it making you uncomfortable?”
Lucas looked down at the table to see the engagement ring. It was in the centre of the table, not on Amy’s hand where it should have been for the op.
“I can’t wear it, Lucas,” Amy said softly. “Not when it’s not real. I can’t close the door and still have it on my hand. It’s bad enough having to have you touch me.”
“Amy…”
“It doesn’t matter what I think. We see this op through and then go back to the grid and get on with things.”
**
Lucas lay on the sofa, while Amy had the bed, and thought on her words. It’s bad enough having you touch me. Was she disgusted by him? That very thought made his jaw clench and an ache rise in his chest. That was why she had dashed from him when Pamela had been at their door; Amy found him disgusting and couldn’t stand him touching her. And that touch had been real, so real in Lucas’ mind. To hold Amy next to him had felt like everything was perfect, and nothing was an act. The kiss on her temple...that was all from Lucas’ heart.
Amy tossed in bed, replaying the events. The way Lucas had touched her, and those words. They seemed to be somehow as though he was telling her, behind a mask of someone else, that…. Of course he wasn’t!
Lucas is good at his job. He’s done this so many times before and played the part well to get what’s needed for the case and then move on. Nothing is different about this operation whatsoever. It’s just my imagination.
Being in a different bed meant that Amy couldn’t quite get comfortable in the bed, and would keep peering out of one eye at the clock on the bedside table. The bed was big, enough space for her to roll around, but it reminded her of how isolated she felt. Cut off. Unwanted.
It was just after four ‘o’ clock and Amy knew she wouldn’t sleep any more that night. It was like the night before, just a couple of hours made up of half hour dozing phases. A dull thump was already starting up behind her eyes. As Amy pulled herself out of bed, she heard the whishing of blood in her ears.
She staggered out of the room and across the living room, heading for the kitchen. There, on the sofa, sprawled out was Lucas. He was on his back, mouth wide open. The patchwork quilt had fallen off him, so Amy tottered over to him, and placed the quilt back over his sleeping form. He twitched as the quilt touched him, let out a loud snore, and then rolled over.
Amy made a cup of herbal tea and sat in the kitchen, her eyes stinging and head thumping. It seemed as if Lucas slept easily, not worrying about the operation and certainly not about the tension that had risen between them. Was it only Amy that sensed any kind of tension? She was starting to assume it was.
By the time it had turned half six, Amy got dressed into a fresh strip of clothing, choosing jeans and a frilled white blouse: the attire of Amanda Reynolds. Amy Holland, MI5 analyst, would have opted for jeans and a rock band T-shirt with a waistcoat, or a bright coloured hoodie. Sophistication wasn’t something that Amy felt she had.
The streets were fairly quiet and Amy slipped into a café, ordering two bagels and two Americano coffees. Then she walked back to the flat, feeling that she could finally find a sense of peace out in the chilled mid-March air.
By the time Amy got back to the flat, she walked in to find that Lucas had vacated the sofa. She could hear the splashing of bathwater and an offkey singing voice coming from the bathroom.
Amy giggled and placed the breakfasts down on the coffee table in the living room, waiting for Lucas to re-appear.
When he finally made an appearance, Lucas sauntered over to the sofa and sat down, leaving a gap between Amy and himself.
“I hope you like bagels,” Amy said, giving a smile. “You brought breakfast yesterday so it’s only fair I do so today.”
***
Amy ventured out the flat after breakfast, deciding to get out of Lucas’ way for a few hours. The cover story was that Amanda and Ben were on annual leave for a week while they moved into their new property. Ben, being the owner of his own accountancy firm, had left the company in the capable hands of his best friend, and co-director, Patrick Lange. If any kind of phone call was needed to or from Patrick, Tariq had been asked to step in and lend his vocal skills.
First off, Amy sat down in a coffee shop and watched people wander past the window; tourists, residents. Some of them she could tell immediately as residents of London, carrying briefcases or dressed sharp for an upcoming meetings. Tourists tended to walk slower, some with cameras around their necks, and gazed around in excitement and wonder.
Her phone chimed. Well, Amanda’s phone. It was one of the many iPhones that were kept on the Grid specifically for operations, with disposable SIM cards.
Ben: Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t seem yourself this morning. Love you. Xxx
Of course all text messages had be sent in character, in case the devices were ever compromised. No personal devices were allowed. One very basic Nokia 3310 model was kept in order to report back to Harry in case any challenges occurred, and that was in Lucas’ possession.
Amanda: Yes, I’m fine, sweetie. I’ll be back later. xx
Sweetie. Acting out this whole made-up scenario was angering Amy.
Amy continued on walking, disappearing in and out of shops. All of the money she had was in physical cash. No personal credit and debit cards were to be used while on operation. Every aspect of who she really was had been erased. For the next two or three weeks, Amy Holland didn’t exist. When she looked into a mirror, Amanda Reynolds looked back. Amy could imagine the reflection smirking at her, the diamond sparkling so brightly on her left hand, with Ben’s arm wrapped around her. Ben’s steel blue eyes looking back, his nose wrinkled in disgust at the mere sight of Amy.
Like I’d ever look at you twice.
Back at the flat, Lucas put more items away, concentrating on the kitchenware. However, his mind couldn’t stop spiralling into thoughts of Amy. She was confusing him and it was twisting his gut so tight. Suddenly he got up from the tiled floor, where he had been putting pots and pans into the cupboards, and called her.
“Amanda?” he asked.
“Ben,” she replied matter-of-factly.
“Are you alone?” he asked.
“No one is directly around me.”
“We need to talk on neutral ground.”
“Please, no. We can talk when I get back.”
“We have to be careful as we can be compromised, you know that.”
“I’m on my way back now. We’ll talk more after the dinner. I’ll be back in about half hour.”
The line then went quiet as Amy terminated the call.
Lucas sighed in frustration. In all the months that he had known Amy, which was almost a year, he had never known her be so aloof. She was naturally a shier person, but he had never known her react like this.
Amy got back to the flat within the half hour that she had promised. She stepped into the living room to see Lucas sat on the sofa. The gorgeous bastard looked up at her and smiled sadly.
“After the dinner, we’ll go for a walk,” she proposed.
***
Amy and Lucas prepared themselves for the dinner with their new neighbours at around six.
Lucas was dressed in a black suit jacket and white shirt, with the top two buttons popped open. It was complimented nicely with a pair of dark jeans, giving a casual edge.
Amy stepped out of the bedroom, her short pixie cut freshly washed and neatly brushed. She wore a black dress with frills on the wrist, and paired with black dolly shoes. Her whole look was sophistication mixed with a sense of comfort.
As Lucas looked at her, he swallowed hard. She was wearing a dark eyeshadow and mascara which accented her deep green eyes perfectly. He could sense her discomfort at the get-up, knowing that this wasn’t her usual style, but he couldn’t help feel it suited her so well.
Amy tried to avoid eye contact and made her way to the door in silence.
Lucas followed on behind, feeling his stomach twist yet again at her distance from him. He grabbed a bottle of wine from the table by the door, and then closed it behind them.
Pam was the one to answer the door. She grinned at her new neighbours and let them in. “Take a seat. Dinner won’t be too long now. I’m preparing smoked salmon, topped in my special sauce. Chef’s secret as to the recipe. Everyone who has ever tried it has raved over it.”
“Good man!” Ted exclaimed, taking the bottle of red wine from Lucas. “Priorities.”
Amy glanced around the living room, noticing that there was far less in it than hers and Lucas’ temporary abode. The flooring was wooden, and the lights bright. Everything felt too clean and sterile for Amy’s liking. She sat down on a black leather sofa, and then tensed as Lucas perched beside her. He took her hand and rested it on his knee, then caught her gaze and smiled, giving her a very slight nod.
“So, how did you two meet?” Pam asked, preparing glasses as Ted popped open the wine bottle.
“Do you want a coffee? You said last night you don’t drink,” Ted asked Amy, interjecting himself into the conversation before anyone else could speak.
“Oh, yes, please. That would be perfect,” she replied with a grateful smile.
Lucas began to talk, still holding Amy’s hand. He rolled out the spiel that he and Amy had been given as part of their briefing pack. Amanda and Ben had met through mutual friends at a Christmas party.
The words rolled effortlessly off Lucas’ tongue, Amy mused. And how she wished all of it was true. To be loved, wanted, proposed to, lived with. She desperately wanted it all. Life was cruel. Rather than be dealt such a lucky hand, she instead had to act it all out, pretend, and live behind a happy mask, where her heart beneath was breaking.
“You definitely struck lucky, love,” Pam told Amy with a wink.
The conversation between Lucas and Ted seemed to flow without much thought. However, Lucas’ hand moving up Amy’s thigh, curling further into the inside of her leg.
Shivers began to race up Amy’s spine as she felt his fingers caress her skin through her thin tights.
Most of the conversation seemed to merge into a mindless chatter as Amy concentrated on Lucas’ hand on her leg. She studied the veins in the back of his hand, which then caused images of him touching her in more intimate places to flicker through her mind.
By the time that dinner was ready and the group had moved into the dining room, which again was a sterile looking room, Lucas had finally got onto the topic of conversation that he needed: Ted’s work.
The table was only small, considering that the flat was large. It gave way for more kitchen space and cabinets. This meant that Amy was sat directly next to Lucas again, with Pam and Ted opposite them.
“How long have you owned the charity, Ted?” Lucas asked, slipping into his seat.
Ted began to answer while Pam laid out all the dishes in the centre of the table, her hands covered in oven gloves. “The charity was actually started by my father, who died five years ago, so it was handed down to me. He always spent his life helping disadvantaged children; it was all he cared about.” Something flickered across Ted’s face. Resentment, anger? Lucas couldn’t quite tell. But maybe that was where he could probe further.
“Are you alright, love?” Pam asked, sitting down directly opposite Amy. “You look a bit pale.”
“It’s probably the new foundation I’m using. I decided to try a lighter colour as the one before, by Clinique was too dark.” Where had that response come from? Maybe Amy wasn’t quite as bad at this acting while undercover thing as she had originally thought. Suddenly she felt something on her leg and jumped. Thankfully, Pam had started talking to Lucas and Ted again, so none of them noticed her jump. Why was Lucas touching her leg? Their lower halves were concealed beneath the table, which meant he didn’t have to touch her in order for anyone to believe they were lovers.
While Amy eat her meal, she couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas’ hand coming back to her leg.
“So, how did you choose to propose?” Pam asked, grinning. “I always adore love stories.”
Lucas blushed and then looked at Amy, catching her gaze. Then, he touched her leg again. Only this time, Amy didn’t flinch. In fact, upon instinct, she leaned her leg into his touch. “I just knew that I couldn’t live without her in my life. I wanted to wake up next to her, have kids with her. Cliché, I know. So I took her away for Christmas, to New York where she’d always wanted to go, and proposed in front of the Statue of Liberty.” His eyes were still locked on hers as he spoke.
A sudden wave of nausea hit Amy and she leaned to the side, away from Lucas.
“Are you okay, babe?” Lucas asked. “She’s been like this on and off the last couple of days.”
Pam’s bright blue eyes lit up in excitement. “Maybe it’s the pitter patter of tiny feet.”
“I’m going to have to head back to the flat. I’m so sorry to both of you,” Amy said, bolting up from her seat.
Lucas got up beside her and wound his arm around her waist. “Sorry to leave so abruptly, but she comes first.”
“Of course,” Ted chuckled. “We’ll have to re-schedule for a better time.”
Amy and Lucas bid their farewells to their guests and head back to the flat. Amy dashed inside and raced to the bathroom, slamming the door. Rather than vomiting, she got to her knees on the floor and felt the tears of sadness roll down her cheeks.
The door opened and Lucas stepped inside. He looked down as she sobbed and fell to his knees beside her. “Aim, what’s wrong?” he whispered. “You’re scaring me.”
“You don’t have to keep the act going, Lucas,” she snapped, glaring at him. “Pam and Ted aren’t here.”
“Get dressed into something more comfortable and warmer. We’ll go for a walk,” Lucas said, his voice becoming authoritative.
“I don’t want…”
“While we’re on this operation, I’m the senior officer. Please get changed and we’ll go for a walk.” Lucas felt a stab of shame as he spoke those words, knowing he was using his own position for gain, but he needed to know what was happening. Her behaviour was becoming more erratic. Not only was she worrying him for her wellbeing, but if she continued to act like this then the op would be compromised.
Fuck the operation! I care more about her.
Fifteen minutes later and Amy walked beside Lucas, the darkness and cold evening air wrapping tight around them. Once they were a few streets away from the flat, Amy and Lucas sat down on a bench in a small park.
“You really are scaring me, Amy. What’s wrong?” he asked quietly. “This is me asking because I care for your wellbeing. It’s not an act.” The word ‘act’ dripped with anger. He noticed that, yet again, she’d taken the engagement ring off.
Amy noticed him look at her hand. “I can’t wear that ring, Lucas. Please don’t make me wear it when I don’t have to.”
“We’re on surveillance and undercover twenty-four seven with this operation. You shouldn’t take it on and off when you please like this. This goes deeper than that, Aim. I know you hate me touching you, and I’m sorry I have to do it.”
“I know it’s all an act for the op, Lucas. Don’t apologise.”
“Is it all an act?” he asked. His gaze locked on Amy’s. “I know I shouldn’t have touched you under the table. There was no need for that. The truth is, none of this has been an act for me.”
Amy’s eyes were wide in shock and sadness as she stared at him. “It’s not just my imagination?” she whispered.
“No,” Lucas replied with a smile. “And when you said about not wanting me to touch you…”
“I didn’t mean that I didn’t want you to touch me. It’s I…I’ve liked you for a while Lucas, and it was getting too much. Playing it all like a game when deep down it’s something I want. I’m living another woman’s life that I want.”
Lucas slipped closer to Amy and cupped her cheek with his hand. “Is it me or Ben Waverley that you want?”
“Of course it’s you I want.” Amy replied, her face broad with a huge smile.
Lucas moved even closer to her still, until their lips touched. The kiss started as a simple peck, a moment of uncertainty, but Amy’s hand tugging Lucas’ jacket spurred him on. The kiss grew deeper, their tongues meeting and warmth rising.
As they both parted, Lucas smiled upon the slight of Amy’s beautiful flushed cheeks. She looked so innocent and angelic in those moments; her eyes sparkling in happiness, her cheeks flushed and her lips plump.
“Does this mean that if you want Amanda’s life that you’re planning on leaving MI5?” Lucas chuckled. “Pack up and go work as a solicitor’s secretary. We’d miss you.”
“Maybe I don’t want that part of her life.”
“If we do this, Aim, and have a relationship, we won’t be put together undercover again, you know that, don’t you?” Lucas asked. “Harry can’t risk any compromise. We’d be a weakness to each other.”
“Maybe on this op we can draw strength from each other. It’ll definitely make the act easier to keep up.”
Lucas and Amy walked back to the flat hand in hand. The whole time and Amy was beaming, unable to hide the happiness she was feeling in those moments. Her gaze would drift down to their joined hands every few minutes.
Back at the flat, Lucas let Amy in ahead of himself, his hand brushing against her lower back. He followed on behind her and closed the door. The way she turned to face him and looked up smiling, her cheeks still flushed, made his heart skip and his stomach flutter. She was so beautiful, with innocence shining brightly in her eyes and love curling her lips upwards.
Lucas stepped forward and wound his arm around her waist, drawing her in and then leaned down to kiss her again.
Their kiss grew hot very quickly, with their bodies entwining.
Amy opened her eyes slowly, looking up into the silver blue depths of Lucas’ gaze. That all too familiar smirk began to form in the corner of his mouth.
Amy slipped out of his hold and walked slowly into the kitchen, looking down at the table. The engagement ring was still in the centre where she had left it.
Lucas moved around her and picked up the ring. Then he gently lifted her left hand. “I know you don’t want to wear it, Aim, but please do this for me.”
With a sigh, Amy watched as Lucas slid the diamond solitaire ring onto her hand. It felt as though the ring had been sized perfectly and belonged there. “Maybe one day I’ll have someone doing it for real.”
Lucas smiled sadly, feeling a lump form in his throat. Words swarmed in Lucas’ mind. Just one sentence to respond to Amy’s sad comment. But the right one would not come. Instead, he remained quiet. Perhaps one day it might have been him putting a ring on her hand, and meaning it. However, for now, he would have to wait and see, and hope for that future to come.
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One day part 10
Beginning >>> previous >>> part 11
How Waverley first met Becky
It took a while to draw the family picture it was blury..
Tagged @arcielee @multyfangirl @lya-dustin @lynnbeth5172 @bellaisasleep @transparent-dreamer-kingdom @humanpurposes @youraverageaemondsimp @cyeco13 @fan-goddess @boofy1998 @ladystarksneedle @magnificentsapphiresoul @venmondiese @credulouskhaleesi @aemonds-holy-milk
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Waverly Hills Sanatorium
Louisville, Kentucky
Many paranormal investigators claim that the most haunted hospital worldwide is the Waverly Hills Sanatorium. In the year of 1883, a Major by the name of Thomas H. Hays purchased the land where the haunted hospital now stands in Louisville, Kentucky. Immediately after purchase, he found it a necessity to create a school for his daughter to attend. The school was constructed on what is referred to as “Pages Lane” . It consisted of just one room, which was sufficient for the educational needs of his daughter. In his search for an educator, he hired a female by the name of Lizzie L. Harris. He also allowed her to name the school. Since she was an avid fan of the novels written by Sir Walter Scott known as the “Waverley Novels” , she named the educational facility “Waverley School” . Major Hays took a fondness to this particular name and appropriately named his property “Waverley Hill” . Little did the two realize that this name would eventually spark conversations of spirits, mysteries and paranormal activity.
In the early 1900s, there was a serious tuberculosis outbreak that resulted in the deaths of millions of individuals. Before the introduction of antibiotics in the 1940s, this was considered to be one of the most serious conditions that affected individuals. Those that were diagnosed with this condition were often isolated as far away from society as possible. The locations that they were placed were designed to allow those plagued by the condition to rest peacefully and have access to the freshest air possible. Most of the hospitals used to care for tuberculosis patients were constructed in regions that were considered to be at high altitudes, such as hills. Most locations were surrounded by beautiful landscapes so that the ill patients could recover in a healthy and serene environment. The Waverly Hills Sanatorium was constructed in this manner. Perhaps the individuals who died at this hospital simply did not know their way to the spiritual world. That could be why it is considered to be the most haunted hospital worldwide.
Originally, the haunted hospital only consisted of a frame building that had a total of two stories . The construction efforts started in the year of 1908 and were finalized enough that by the 26th day of July in the year of 1910, the medical facility was opened to patients. This particular establishment was designed to assist up to fifty patients in a comfortable manner suffering from the tuberculosis outbreak. The tuberculosis outbreak became so immense that the small hospital could no longer accommodate all of those that required medical care for their condition. Jefferson County started seeing so many new cases of this particular illness that the City of Louisville started taking measures to create a new medical facility. A total of $25,000.00 was provided to an organization called “Board of Tuberculosis Hospital” so that they may develop an advanced care medical facility. While the plans were being established and put into place on this construction endeavor, several medical tents were placed on Major Hay’s property to treat patients that needed immediate care. Unfortunately, the hospitals in the region were becoming extremely costly and overcrowded. As a result, the construction efforts on the current Waverly Hills Sanatorium started in the month of March in the year of 1924.
The land where the building was constructed was purchased from Major Hays by the organization known at the time as the “Board of Tuberculosis Hospital”. Because of the unique sound of the name that he had tagged on his property, the organization elected to keep the name intact. However, at the time, the name had an additional “e” in the spelling – Waverly. As time progressed, the additional “e” was dropped. Not much is known on the reasoning behind this. However, today, the name stands without the additional “e” – Waverly Hills Sanatorium. This structure was designed to be highly durable, and had the capacity to treat four hundred patients at once. It ended up being five stories in height and functioning at full capacity – sometimes more than full capacity – on the 17th day of October in the year of 1926. In the mid-1940s, the first antibiotic known as “Streptomycin” was introduced. Cases of TB started declining rapidly. As a result, what is now considered to be the most haunted hospital worldwide closed its doors to patients in the year of 1961.
There were many different types of treatments issued to patients that received care at the Waverly Hills Sanatorium during the tuberculosis outbreak. Because of the fact that antibiotics did not exist at the time, many medical professionals and their staff turned to treatments that were considered to be natural. One of the main patient treatments at this medical care facility was placing patients on specially designed porch paths in their beds where they could be exposed to the outside air. It did not matter if it was winter or summer, this particular treatment was used. However, specially designed blankets that provided heat to the patients were provided during extremely cold periods of the year. It was believed that fresh air would enter into the lungs and that the germs that were part of the illness would be effectively carried away from those that were sick.
In addition to the fresh air therapy, many individuals took part in a special type of sunlight treatments. If the weather was favorable, the patient would be placed outside to receive ultraviolet treatment. This form of therapy was referred to as “Heliotherapy” . If the weather was not favorable for a patient to be let outside of the most haunted location, they would receive treatment from sunlamps. It was believed at the time that the sun acted as what many medical professionals call a “Bactericide” , which means that the substances that caused the disease would be killed off. Additionally, the warmth from the sun was believed to be detrimental to the microorganisms that sickened the patient. The patients also received a wide array of fresh meats, produce and vegetation in order to strengthen their immune systems while being cared for at Waverly Hills Sanatorium.
Many paranormal investigators believe that this is the one of the most haunted places in America because of the fact that several patients died while receiving surgical procedures. The procedures issued at the haunted hospital include “Pneumothorax” as well as “Thoracoplasty” . While these procedures were often used only as a last resort, many individuals that received them passed away during or immediately after the operation. One resource states that less than five percent of all individuals that received these surgical procedures lived. On top of all of the deaths that were occurring on a day to day basis because of the tuberculosis outbreak, this meant that a devastating amount of individuals passed away prior to the most haunted hospitals closure in the year of 1961.
When individuals speak of Waverly Hills Sanatorium being one of the most haunted hospitals worldwide, one of the main regions that come up time and time again is the death tunnel. Many refer to this as the “Body Chute” . This five hundred foot structure was designed to transport the deceased from the medical facility to the lower region of the hill where various types of motor vessels awaited. This structure was designed in a period where there was no electricity, so it is exceptionally dark. Furthermore, it was used to avoid lowering morale on those that remained alive in the haunted hospital. Many paranormal investigations have gathered evidence in the death tunnel that seem to indicate that there are many spirits that apparently seem lost in trying to uncover the spiritual world. EVPs, ghost pictures and even videos that contain unexplained phenomenon have been produced in the death tunnels of the most haunted hospital worldwide.
While the Waverly Hills Sanatorium for the tuberculosis patients experienced many deaths, it appears that their intentions were positive for the patients. However, this does not seem to be the case for the next business that operated behind the walls of this grand haunted hospital. In the year of 1962, the facility known as the “Woodhaven Geriatrics Sanitarium” opened for business. Many individuals also referred to this facility as the “WoodHaven Medical Services” unit. Many unfortunate stories of patients being abused and experiencing various degrees of maltreatment occurred when this facility took over. According to historical documents, the facility was closed in the year of 1980 because of the fact that there was some validity to the reports of abuse and mistreatment. Many believe that the building is considered to be the most haunted because of what occurred within its walls during this period of time.
There are many different instances of paranormal activity at this most haunted location. The following outlines some of the most popular stories surrounding the Waverly Hills Sanatorium:
•At the main entrance of the haunted hospital, many have reported seeing the apparition of an elderly female that often resorts to running from the front entrance. It has been said that she is bonded by chains and that the chains appear to have cut into her skin because of the visibility of blood that is witnessed. In addition to this, many stories have the woman yelling for assistance. All stories reflect the fact that she literally disappears into thin air.
•On the third floor of the structure, reports of an apparition of a young female have been reported. In some instances, she talks to the living claiming that she does not possess eyes. In other instances, she is playing with a toy such as a ball. In other reports, the little girl is looking out of the window from the third floor. Many refer to this ghost as “Mary” .
•It is believed that a head nurse in the year of 1928 committed suicide in the room at the most haunted hospital known as “502” . While many speculate that she could have discovered that she was pregnant and was not yet married, the facts surrounding this case are not precise. In another story that occurred in the year of 1932, a female nurse jumped from the window of the room and died. The details of this incident are unknown as well. However, many state that they see the spirits of these nurses – dressed in their work uniform – on a regular basis.
•Many individuals have reported hearing and seeing children ghosts on the roof of the most haunted hospital playing. It is believed that children who were receiving sunlight therapy would be placed on the roof for optimal exposure.
•The fourth floor of the most haunted facility is believed to be one of the most paranormal active in the entire structure. Shadows are often seen, doors are often slammed shut unexpectedly and angry voices and noises are often heard.
•In the kitchen region of the most haunted structure, many claim to smell the aroma of cooking food and to have observed the spirit of a chef lingering in the region. Many speculate that this is the ghost of a food service worker that caught tuberculosis while working at Waverly Hills Sanatorium.
•In addition to the stories highlighted above, many have reported seeing lights and other types of oddities that could be produced by electricity – when electricity was not present in the structure. Furthermore, many have heard disembodied voices, whispers, cries and yells emerging from the corridors of the haunted hospital.
There are several reasons why the Waverly Hills Sanatorium is considered to be the most haunted hospital worldwide. Several patients have been through the doors of the hospital to be treated and never were able to walk out of them because of the fact that they died. Others were severely mistreated while receiving medical care within the walls of the facility. In a location surrounded by sickness, sadness, despair and death, it is no wonder that this hospital is considered to be the most haunted structure worldwide.
#waverly hills#haunted locations#haunted asylums#haunted hospitals#paranormal#haunted salem#my haunted house#ghost and hauntings#ghost and spirits
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[ kate siegel | she/her ] Another face is seeking safety in New Orleans. Make sure to welcome WILLOW BARNSTABLE to the home of the resilient. Rumor has it that they are an 41 year old WITCH, who is one of the SURVIVORS but we’ll keep that a secret. They are said to be PASSIVE, but that’s all a façade to cover up their QUICK THINKING nature. We’ve heard that they can be found listening to THE KIDS AREN’T ALRIGHT by THE OFFSPRING, which sums them up pretty well. Let’s hope that they can find a way to survive this harsh new world.
willow adored her sister waverley and while she was the older two out of the sisters, it never bothered her having her little sister tag along. she wanted to pass on as much knowledge as she could. share the secrets of magic and make her sister the best witch she could do.
their relationship became frayed when she started dating gideon, her sister not wanting to use the gift they were born with. it did concern her but as waverley had said in numerous of conversations, she wasn't there mother. williow hope the thing was just a summer fling.
it of course didn't and her sister gave birth to briggs. oh, williow did bloom in the idea of being able to show him some magic but gideon seemed to put a stop to that. she had only seen her nephew 2-3 ,maybe three times before her sister passed.
it was her sisters death that caused willow to join the coven of witches that were helping the oea. her sisters death was gideon's fault and no one could change her mind of that.
she never heard from briggs or could find him, she just assumed that he was somewhere better, somewhere safe.
she did whatever the oea wanted her to do, she did get close lawerence moore but at this time they were friends.
willow would never think her hurt would change, her heart would be on the side of the oea. that was until she saw him. he had his mothers eyes. those eyes she had missed all them years. memory of the last time she saw him, the little three year old play fighting with her. it was this time she knew she had to protect briggs, she had to keep the only living memory of her sister alive.
it was at this point she knew what she had to do, she had heard rumours that lawerence liked her and so she started to seduce the man, becoming his girlfriend later on while trying to help her nephew escape, while not seeming suspicious. but, she didn't save him.
she is still guilty even now that she couldn't protect her sister nor her nephew. while he is back, she still has that guilt.
willow does still have a hatered towards werewolves and still remains in the oea and in a relationship with lawerence but the reason why she is still there is to try and protect briggs from harms way. the pair are the only ones that know they are blood relatives.
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Flash Fiction Publications!
Hello! I rise from my dead blog to tell you about my latest publications. (actually I do really really want to make a re-intro post and become a more active participant in this community, bear with me lmao)
In the last week I’ve had 2 pieces of flash fiction come out which was wild! Both are free to read online and linked here :)
Amniotic Suns - Bandit
https://banditfiction.com/2023/02/24/amniotic-suns-by-jenna-grieve/
On the first night of her new life in a new country, Anya takes a long, indulgent bath and lets go of her past.
The Ice Holds Wicked Ghosts Tightest - Blood Orange Review
https://bloodorangereview.com/fiction/the-ice-holds-wicked-ghosts-tightest/
When the ghost she lives with freezes, Waverley faces a lonely winter and grows increasingly desperate in her attempts to melt them.
I hope you’ll give them a read. I’m incredibly proud of both of them and so pleased that they’re out in the world!
Tagging my old taglist - lemme know if you’d like to be added or removed
@ahowlinwolf @rataltouille @coffeeandcalligraphy @dallonswords @disappearingmusee @sienna-writes @august-iswriting @yanittawrites @mjmnorwood @oasis-of-you @shaelinwrites
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Friday Recs - One Year Anniversary Double Edition
Happy Friday! some reading recommendations for your enjoyment. No particular order and more to come.
I can't believe it's been one whole year of Friday Recs!!😀and we are not done! Big Shout Out to all of the Clintasha authors that keep the fandom alive and us entertained.
There is a shocking lack of stories under the 'anniversary' tag so I thought we would go old school Sports Illustrated and do a double issue of different Alternate Universes. You know, the ones where Clint and Nat can be happy together...
Thank you everyone for supporting Friday Recs and leaving Kudos for writers, I appreciate you very much 😘
technically, aug 6th 2021 was 1st rec post...
Crumbling Corner of Paradise by @sokovianrevenger
Clint Barton is a Senior at Waverley University, and he meets the young, red-headed librarian Natasha. He decides to undertake a small project to improve the destroyed building. She thanks him for his help, and the rest is history.
Be Seeing You by @Alistra and @AlphaFlyer
At the height of the Cold War, freelance American assassin Clint Barton and rogue Russian spy Natasha Romanoff find themselves abducted and transferred to a strange village. Guarded by an unknown foe, the two rival agents must learn to work together to escape.
I'd Give It All by @hellaskye/@skyewritcs
“When did you start working here?” Clint asked, somewhere between the aviary and the puppy kennel. “I woulda remembered you, Red.”
sunflowers and orchids by @gsparkle/@quidnunc-life
Clint is a florist, and Steve is his best friend and delivery driver. After months of sitting empty, the store next door is bought by Natasha, who is opening a tattoo parlor with her best friend Bucky.
Black Roses aren't real (but you and I are) by @MorganBartonRomanoff
When the beautiful redhead moves in across from Cupid's Flowers, Clint is thrilled. He is less so when he finds out that she is a florist too.
The Hawk and the Spider by@sgteam14283
As a bounty hunter, Clint never let it get personal. Then he met Natasha.
sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine) by@ashlearose13
The thing about dying is that it's only supposed to happen once.
Once Upon A Time in the West by @NyxEtoile and @ OlivesAwl
The Madam - Natasha Romanova has fought too hard to find a home to give it up now, so she asks for help from
The Deputy - Clint Barton thought he left Triskelion behind a long time ago, but when his old love writes him, he hops a stage and meets
some things I mean by @samalander
Wrong Number AU: In which an Olympic Archer gets drunk and tries to text his ex, but ends up talking to a young ballerina who desperately needs a friend.
Chance Encounters by @CloudAtlas/@cloud--atlas
His knuckles are swollen and his bottom lip is split and he appears to have multiple bandages under his ill-filling suit jacket. He doesn’t, however, seem to have any pets.
Rinse Cycle by @Arukou/@arukou-arukou
There's a red-haired beauty doing laundry two machines down, but Clint's pretty sure those suspicious stain's aren't ketchup.
an anchor, mooring me here by@andibeth82
the AU in which Clint is retired from S.H.I.E.L.D. and owns a used bookstore in Brooklyn, and Natasha takes the wrong direction on the subway, and as it turns out, there are a lot of secrets between people who run from their past lives.
If you are one of the authors or know them on tumblr and they are not properly tagged, please let me know in comments and I'll add them. Also, feel free to browse other categories, click the Iriel3000fridays recs link below.
Next week's category: CA: Winter Soldier 2
#iriel3000fridayrecs#hawkeye#clint barton#clintasha#black widow#strike team delta#natasha romanov#clint x natasha#clintasha fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#anniversary#double issie
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Guess we’ll have to reschedule ’:)
#my things#my doodlez#splatoon#splatoon 2#splatoon 3#splatoon 2 octo expansion#splatoon 3 side order#side order#octo expansion#octoling#inkling#my ocs are my children#waverley tag#byron tag#agent 4#agent 4 oc#agent 8#agent 8 oc#agent 32#salmon run#big run#grizzco#mr grizz#salmon run next wave#splatoon fanart#splatoon art#artists on tumblr#ibispaint art#digital art#gay
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July Wrap Up
Well, July has flown by. I think it felt short to me because I was away for the first two weeks and it seemed like that shouldn’t have counted as part of the month. 😆 Hopefully August will go a little slower because I would like to savor what’s left of my summer.
Books Read: 8
Another good reading month! I’m proud of myself for not falling into a slump yet. My favorite new read was Marriage, and I had a lovely time rereading Sense and Sensibility. My least favorite was Cometh Up as a Flower, which I found utterly tedious.
Between Men: English Literature and Male Homosocial Desire by Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick - 2.5 stars
Beach Read by Emily Henry - 4 stars
Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen - 5 stars ®
Favorite Poems by William Wordsworth - 3 stars
Cometh Up as a Flower by Rhoda Broughton - 2 stars
Marriage by Susan Ferrier - 4.5 stars
Imperial Leather: Race, Gender, and Sexuality in the Colonial Contest by Anne McClintock - 4 stars
Waverley by Sir Walter Scott - 3 stars
On Tumblr:
Not much here (but better than the next section!). There are a bunch of things I’ve been tagged in that I want to do. I just have to actually do them. 😆 August will have to be the month for that.
June Wrap Up
LGBT+ Book Recommendations W/O a Romance Focus
On the Blog:
We’re just not going to talk about this...
On YouTube:
And there are things here! I gave my first Fairy Tale Friday video a go (though I will still be doing it on my blog when I actually get back to posting there). And I put together a list of Victorian reads for beginners.
The Mid-Year Book Freak Out Tag
Victorian Literature for Beginners
Fairy Tale Friday: Juniper & Thorn by Ava Reid
Currently Reading 7/19/22
June Wrap Up - 10 books!
2022 Mid Year Reading Stats
The Persuasion Book Tag
#booklr#book photography#july wrap up#monthly wrap up#books#wrap up#cometh up as a flower#rhoda broughton#waverley#sir walter scott#marriage#susan ferrier#william wordsworth#sense and sensibility#jane austen
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The esteemed @general-illyrin tagged me in a thing!! Thanks, friend! :D
Last song (that I listened to, presumably): I believe it was “Glitter and Gold” by Barns Courtney set to a Marvel edit; not my usual genre but very fun!
Last Movie: I honestly don’t remember; the other night I did a bunch of “favorite scenes” from Star Wars, LotR, Doctor Who, The Hollow Crown; was just getting ready to finally watch Puss in Boots: The Last Wish!
Currrently watching: I’ve been watching dubbed Yu-Gi-Oh! GX with my brother over discord calls; we’re in the Very Intense season 3 now!
Currently reading: The Silmarillion (with Discord group), Waverley by Sir Walter Scott, The Lays of Beleriand, and on deck: The Chronicles of Narnia, The Jacobite Trilogy, Huckleberry Finn, Crime and Punishment, The Hobbit, Beowulf . . .
Currently craving: A sense of purpose for serving the neighbor in the world, spiritual enlightenment, motivation for accomplishing my artistic desires and practicing my skills, friendship and understanding, idk like a brownie or a cheeseburger?
Last thing I searched: “how squishy can a zucchini be and still be good” (results were disappointing, lads :/ Gonna have to buy new zucchini!)
No-pressure tagging @magnetocerebro, @dwarven-beard-spores, @skeleton-richard, @invisiblewashboard and ANYONE who enjoys this sort of thing and wants to share :D
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The Influencer
by Villainittaruis
When you live on a Homestead in the middle of nowhere, there’s not much that you can do. Other than pass your time on social media, and watching videos of other people, living amazing, lives in large cities and exotic beaches. That’s what Waverley finds herself doing at the urging of Wynonna thousands of miles away via a letter.
Words: 1457, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp, Willa Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Gus McCready
Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp & Doc Holliday
Additional Tags: Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48386446
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Billy Washington Masterlist mini series
Billy and clairvoyant Reader
Sleepy hollow
Warning : decapitation, infidelity ( not Billy), smut and terrible hands.
Somewhere in a lonely countryside of England.
Billy is a lonely stable boy whose sister is a first woman who's a constable in the family, taking care of the horses. He's only wish was to marry his long time crush Rebecca Van Tassel known as Becky in short the richest daughter of Lord Van Tassel and who dreams to go to a big city. Billy is willing to do anything what she tells him to even let her fiancé dared him to go to the tree of the dead where Hessian soldier lays without his head. They dared Billy to go if he does Becky give him a kiss.
Billy Washington and best friend Reader
One day
Warning : smut, terrorism, racism and terrible hands .
After getting killed by a truck, Waverley woken up from the past before the tragedy happened. She can save Billy and prevent him from getting killed. But actions will have consequences
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13
Tagged @arcielee @multyfangirl @lya-dustin @lynnbeth5172 @bellaisasleep @transparent-dreamer-kingdom @humanpurposes @valeskafics @youraverageaemondsimp @cyeco13 @fan-goddess @boofy1998 @zae5 @magnificentsapphiresoul @aemonds-holy-milk @venmondiese
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The Influencer
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Iv2c6Xf
by Villainittaruis
When you live on a Homestead in the middle of nowhere, there’s not much that you can do. Other than pass your time on social media, and watching videos of other people, living amazing, lives in large cities and exotic beaches. That’s what Waverley finds herself doing at the urging of Wynonna thousands of miles away via a letter.
Words: 1457, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp, Willa Earp, Doc Holliday (Wynonna Earp), Gus McCready
Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp & Doc Holliday
Additional Tags: Sex Toys, Sex Toys Under Clothing
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Iv2c6Xf
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- Never have I ever
- Proud Family
- Wizards of Waverley Place
- The Parkers
- Moesha
- Bring it ( the tv show )
- How to get away with murder
- On my block
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