#we decided to split up in December
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are you still married?
I’m not - but she’s still a lovely person that I am happy I got to love for the time that I did.
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Hii! Hope you’re doing well, I was wondering if you might have a snippet of the next Nowe Thus update to share? I just recently did a full reread so I’m just 👀 for any crumbs I can get 😅🩵
I'm doing alright, other than that I've been working a lot and it's somewhat drained my energy, creative and otherwise...
I have been doing snippets on my free days, tho, like today:
By the coming years, he has outgrown the need for any nurse, and as such Lady Luke transfers her care to the little would-be Earl of Devon (none will tell Henry why at that age, nor where the Courtenay patriarch has gone, nor how this has made his son a royal ward, he will not discover the reason until later). But they exchange gifts come New Year's every year without fail, and she is recalled to do the same thankless task in the coming years: it is she who tells the Duke that the Prince of Wales has died, she, the next, who tells him the Queen, likewise.
Each time, she holds his hand.
His father never does.
tl;dr borman has posited that it was one of his father's councilors who told him of the deaths of arthur & his mother, but i tried to think of why it might be that his childhood nurse was paid, as is mentioned in several biographies, an 'unusually generous pension' until her death, throughout his own reign.
also for the upcoming scenes, i thought it was important to contextualize henry as someone who lost three siblings and both parents by seventeen, and five of his own children by thirty (altho i've already contextualized that in the series, that's worthy of its piece imo).
weir made the comment that mid-1536 and 1537 henry had 'a family life for the first time in years' once (which is a weird comment, given it seems to exist in a world in which princess elizabeth & henry fitzroy the duke of richmond, did not exist), but it stuck with me bcus that's true in a way but more of the outset of his reign... absent his sister at court and one abroad, and very briefly his grandmother as regent, before she too dies, henry really doesn't have any (close) family when he comes to the throne. the immediate marriage to begin one can be better understood in this light, wolsey becoming a father substitute, and his immediate elevation of the poles and the courtenay heir mentioned here, etc...
and it's just ultimately so tragic and explains the tragedy of hviii better, that he then alienates almost all his family (or as he would see it, they 'betrayed' him) from him.
#i also need to reread both to check typoes and like. resituate#anon#NT update#also they're all relevant flashbacks but as it's outlined it's going to become...long...i might have to split into separate chapters and#just update both at once...#so far i have 1500; 1503; 1534 (pov thomas gray#anneb's yeoman usher)#1534 (pov henry; then anne; then norris)#LATE 1535 (mary + anne catching up )#and THEN... omg#september 1534 (picks up where we left off re: bess harvey); december 1534#; mid 1535 (UNLESS i decide to place that back in the first of these chapters#since mary and anne discuss what happened there )#and late 1535; present timeline; anne's privy chambers finally open to all her ladies (including janes...oop) and now also mary stafford#OH and i have a scene btwn the seymour siblings which i guess i would place before this . hmmmmmm#and THEN one with henry and anne.#and THEN one btwn henry and chapuys...#and then one btwn anne and cromwell. present timeline including the flashback to 1528 at that banquet.#i really need to ...bullet point this#...rather than just disparate notes app scenes...huh...
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poetry outlets that support a free palestine
after finding out that the poetry foundation/POETRY magazine pulled a piece that discussed anti-zionism because they "don't want to pick a side" during the current genocide, i decided to put together a list of online outlets who are explicitly in solidarity with palestine where you can read (english-language) poetry, including, except where otherwise stated, by palestinian poets!
my criteria for this is not simply that they have published palestinian poets or pro-palestine statements in the past; i only chose outlets that, since october 7, 2023, have done one of the following:
published a solidarity statement against israeli occupation & genocide
signed onto the open letter for writers against the war on gaza and/or the open letter boycotting the poetry foundation
published content that is explicitly pro-palestine or anti-zionist, including poetry that explicitly deals with israeli occupation & genocide
shared posts that are pro-palestine on their social media accounts
fyi this is undoubtedly a very small sample. also some of these sites primarily feature nonfiction or short stories, but they do all publish poetry.
outlets that focus entirely on palestinian or SWANA (southwest asia and north africa) literature
we are not numbers, a palestinian youth-led project to write about palestinian lives
arab lit, a magazine for arabic literature in translation that is run by a crowd-funded collective
sumuo, an arab magazine, platform, and community (they appear to have a forthcoming palestine special print issue edited by leena aboutaleb and zaina alsous)
mizna, a platform for contemporary SWANA (southwest asian & north africa) lit, film, and art
the markaz review, a literary arts publication and cultural institution that curates content and programs on the greater middle east and communities in diaspora
online magazines who have published special issues of all palestinian writers (and all of them publish palestinian poets in their regular issues too)
fiyah literary magazine in december 2021, edited by nadia shammas and summer farah (if you have $6 usd to spare, proceeds from the e-book go to medical aid for palestinians)
strange horizons in march 2021, edited by rasha abdulhadi
the baffler in june 2021, curated by poet/translators fady joudah & lena khalaf tuffaha
the markaz review has two palestine-specific issues, on gaza and on palestinians in israel, currently free to download
literary hub featured palestinian poets in 2018 for the anniversary of the 1948 nakba
adi magazine, who have shifted their current (october 2023) issue to be all palestinian writers
outlets that generally seem to be pro-palestine/publish pro-palestine pieces and palestinian poetry
protean magazine (here's their solidarity statement)
poetry online (offering no-fee submissions to palestinian writers)
sundog lit (offering no-fee submissions to palestinian writers through december 1, 2023)
guernica magazine (here's a twitter thread of palestinian poetry they've published) guernica ended up publishing a zionist piece so fuck them too
split this rock (here's their solidarity statement)
the margins by the asian-american writers' workshop
the offing magazine
rusted radishes
voicemail poems
jewish currents
the drift magazine
asymptote
the poetry project
ctrl + v journal
the funambulist magazine
n+1 magazine (signed onto the open letter and they have many pro-palestine articles, but i'm not sure if they have published palestinian poets specifically)
hammer & hope (signed onto the letter but they are a new magazine only on their second issue and don't appear to have published any palestinian poets yet)
if you know others, please add them on!
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Day 4 of 12 Days of Ficmas
Pairing: Jason Todd x vigilante!fem!reader
Summary: Jason Todd doesn't like you. He does like Jane Austen, though.
Word Count: 2.2k+ words
Warnings: angst, arguments, brief description of injuries, fluff, Pride and Prejudice quotes. reader is a vigilante!
A/N: Sorry this is late; thank you for being patient and the encouraging messages!! This is my first Jason Todd fic and I am so excited because I'm madly in love with him. He may be OOC, but I didn't specify which version so you can imagine whichever Jason you want! I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!
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You are the bane of Jason Todd’s existence. He’s never said it outright, but he shows you constantly that he doesn’t like you, trust you, and certainly doesn’t want to work with you. That doesn’t deter you from trying to bring a little Christmas spirit and friendship to the man in the red hood, though. All he’s missing is a little green and some lights.
December in Gotham is cold, wet, and busy for vigilantes. With Batman breathing down your neck about staying in fighting shape no matter the weather or the time of year, it can be easy to let Christmas slip by unnoticed, and Jason usually does. Since you joined the team, though, you’ve decided it will never happen again.
“Those lights are new,” you point out as you trail behind Jason, cutting through a previously undecorated alley.
“Focus!” he snaps, his helmet turning as he looks over his shoulder at you. “Just because it’s Christmas doesn’t mean we stop to look at pretty lights instead of finding Scarecrow’s new hideout.”
You shrug and jog a few steps to catch up, your eyes focused on his red helmet as he slows. He pulls a grappling hook from his belt and aims it upward.
“You don’t have one do you?” he asks, his voice giving away how annoyed and tired he is.
“Pretty sure Bruce only gives those to his sons,” you answer sheepishly. “I can just take the ladder on the backside of the building. Or we can split up.”
Jason barks a single, harsh laugh. “One, Bruce isn’t sexist like that so maybe he just knows you’re incompetent. And, two, we’re not splitting up.”
“Because I’m incompetent?” you ask, smiling.
Jason’s shoulders rise and fall as he sighs before wrapping his arm around your waist and holding you against his chest until your feet meet the solid roof. His hand raises but lingers by your side as he looks down at you. Nodding to himself, he pulls his arm back and turns to look out over the freezing, dirty streets of Gotham.
“What are the chances he’d go for the water supply again?” you ask quietly.
“Not very good,” Jason answers. “Do you think before you ask those questions?”
“Think? No. But I do see Bane pushing a huge crate into the water department offices down the street.”
Jason jumps from his crouched position and moves toward you, the heat radiating off his body like a warm hug against your skin as he stands behind you.
There’s a hint of grumbling as he raises his voice to ask, “Why didn’t you just say that?”
“Bane didn’t walk out until after you asked, Jason. I may be incompetent but I’m not a complete idiot,” you answer.
You blame the December weather for your change in attitude; any other time, you would have made a joke and asked for his help since Bruce was working on your grappling hook and didn’t have a spare (not that you’d ever tell Jason the wire snapped and dropped you three storeys the last time he asked you to split up). But now, you’re tired and cold and want to get away from Jason before you say something you shouldn’t, so you jump off the roof and onto the fire escape as Jason’s yells fall on deaf ears while you rush toward the water department.
When you try the handle, the doorknob twists easily, but as you prepare to open it, a gloved hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you back.
“What are you doing? Trying to get yourself killed?” Jason whispers angrily.
“Why do you care, Jason? If I die, you don’t have to work with me anymore, right?”
“Just because I don’t like working with you doesn’t mean I want you dead,” he snaps.
“Then watch my back and try not to be such a Grinch.”
You tear your wrist away from him, blind to his face dropping and his jaw clenching under his mask. Pulling the door open slowly, you slip into the shadows, grateful to feel Jason behind you.
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“You found Scarecrow’s new hideout?” Batman asks.
Jason nods, but you keep your eyes on your feet.
“And you went in - without telling anyone - only to get into a fight with Bane and doused with Scarecrow toxin?”
Jason nods again.
“Who made the call to go in without backup?”
“I…” Jason begins.
You don’t look up as you cut him off. “I did. Jason wanted to wait but I went in without him and he followed me. It’s my fault.”
“Hood, you’re dismissed then. Alfred said you need 24 hours of rest before you can patrol again,” Batman says.
Jason turns, stopping to look down at you before walking out of the Batcave. You hear Bruce pull his cowl off, but keep your eyes trained on your shoes.
“Alfred said the only reason Jason got out unscathed is because you took most of the toxin; without a mask. Why did you rush in there, then put yourself in harm’s way when Jason is more prepared to deal with it?”
“I didn’t think about that. I saw a threat and wanted to help my fri- teammate.” He’s not your friend, you remind yourself, no matter how badly you want him to be.
Bruce sighs, then clicks his tongue. You finally look up at him, and he looks like he’s fighting an internal war between Bruce and Batman. The one who wants to bench you for being reckless and the one who wants to hug you for protecting his son, even if he didn’t need it.
“Thank you. Just- call for backup next time, okay?”
You promise that you will. “But if someone is in danger, I will not hesitate to help.”
“I know that. But try to be a little more careful in the future, okay? Are you hurt?”
“No,” you lie, your mind racing on the remnants of the toxin as your face aches from the impact of Bane’s punch.
As you exit the Batcave and cut through Wayne Manor, Jason is leaning against the front door, his mask gone and his blue eyes leveled on you.
“Did he bench you?” he asks.
“No. Just told me not to do it again.”
Jason nods and pushes off the door, walking to you and looking down into your eyes. “That was incredibly stupid and if Bruce didn’t have this attachment to you, I’d be fighting him to get rid of you or stick you with someone else.”
“Sorry you feel that way,” you mumble, skirting around him and walking outside.
You breathe in the fresh air and try to ignore the feeling of your heartbeat in your face. You’ll undoubtedly have a bruise, so maybe it’s time to finally wear the mask Bruce seems keen on convincing you is for your safety. Maybe it’ll get Jason to lighten up, too.
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“Bruce must’ve given a powerful lecture if it got you in the mask,” Jason teases.
You hum, hoping you don’t have to say anything and make the pain in your jaw worse.
“Just ordinary patrol today, so we can split up if you still want to,” he offers.
You shrug, watching the helmet tilt as its unblinking eye slits stare at you.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m great,” you say. “Split up, then.”
You take the East side of your quadrant while Jason goes West. As the night goes on and your pain medicine wears off, you want to curl up into a ball on one of the roofs you're jumping across and go to sleep. You slow before stopping in the middle of a roof, gently pressing your hand against the underside of your jaw, trying to alleviate the pain.
“What are you doing?” Jason asks, his voice distorted by the mask as he appears suddenly behind you.
“Nothing,” you say, the word mumbled by your hand holding one side of your jaw closed.
You hear his footsteps as he walks around you, stopping in front of you and pulling your hand away from your face before gently lifting your mask to your nose. His sharp inhale is barely audible through the helmet, but you catch it.
“Look that good?” you joke.
“When did that happen? Tonight?”
“No. Bane punched me two nights ago; it’s getting worse, as usual.”
“You should have told someone; what if he had broken your jaw?”
“Then you wouldn’t have to hear my commentary that you love so much.”
“Can you take anything seriously?”
“Can you stop taking everything seriously?” you argue. “I got hurt, so what? You don’t even like me!”
“I never said- no matter my feelings, you’re my teammate. Just tell me this stuff.”
“Because you’re such a good listener,” you mutter.
“Let’s go. We’ll finish patrolling together.”
You nod, pulling your mask back down and following Jason to a roof with a bird’s eye view. You sit on the edge beside him, looking at the twinkling Christmas lights scattered throughout Gotham.
“What do you want for Christmas?” you ask.
Jason’s mask swings toward you. “What do I want for Christmas?” he repeats incredulously. “Oh, let’s see… a partner who doesn’t rush us both into danger, a life that isn’t marked by death and loss, a team that doesn’t look at me like I’m one second away from becoming a supervillain, and maybe, if there is anything like Christmas magic, a day where you don’t act like my life is worth more than yours!”
You hold your breath as he yells at you, releasing it when he looks back out to the skyline.
“Red, we’re here to relieve you. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night,” Red Robin says through the comm system.
Jason storms off as soon as he hears that, leaving you alone two nights before Christmas.
“I don’t think they have that on Amazon,” you whisper to Gotham, rubbing the good side of your face to stop yourself from crying.
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Bruce gave you a few nights off, presumably because Jason complained about you. The morning after Jason told you what he wanted for Christmas, you get a package containing the gift you thought he’d like. You wrap it, then set it on your kitchen counter, unsure whether it’s worth it to take it to him or if you should leave it at the manor while he’s gone. Shrugging, you decide you have time to make the decision and walk to your couch, queuing your favorite Christmas movie and trying to push Jason Todd out of your head. Deep down, you always believed he was mean because he cared and kept you safe by keeping you at arms’ distance, but now you’re not so sure.
On Christmas Eve, you find yourself standing outside Jason’s apartment, his gift in one hand and the other hand ready to knock. Taking a deep breath, you hope for the best and knock. The door opens a moment later, and Jason looks at you, his gaze catching on the bruise momentarily.
“Um, I just wanted to bring you this. And say that I’m sorry. Merry Christmas,” you explain as you extend the bag to him.
He takes it, pulling his eyes from yours to peek past the tissue paper. His blue eyes widen as he sees what’s in the bag before he closes the door quickly. You step back, hurt, and prepare to leave when the door opens again. Jason pulls you into his arms and into his apartment, kicking the door closed behind him as he holds you close. Your arms wrap loosely around his waist.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.
Your arms immediately tighten around him, and you press your uninjured cheek against his chest.
“It’s perfect. Thank you.”
“Of course. Merry Christmas, Jay.”
“No, no,” he begins, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his shining like a frozen lake. “You don’t say ‘of course,’ like I deserve it. Not after everything I’ve done to you. I’m sorry. I don’t know how to apologize, but I just..”
“Push people away because you think you’re a bad guy?” you suggest quietly.
“I am a bad guy,” he responds.
“No, you’re not. Jason, do you push people away for you or for them, and their safety, because you care about them?”
Jason is quiet as he stares into your eyes, dropping his gaze to your bruise once. “I care about you,” he whispers. “You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.”
“She began now to comprehend that he was exactly the man who, in disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper, though unlike her own, would have answered all her wishes,” you quote.
“Where did you find a special edition of Pride and Prejudice this close to Christmas?” Jason asks, smiling brightly.
“I thought it was going to get here too late.”
“Thank you. For the book and for pushing back.”
“You’re worth it, Jay. Merry Christmas.”
He barely lets you finish before he pulls you in for another kiss the Christmas lights twinkling on the Gotham skyline starkly contrast the streets below, going unnoticed in the background as you realize Jason only pretended not to like you because of how much he cares for you. That, and being wrapped in his arms, is the only Christmas gift you’ve ever needed.
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In the Midst of War: IV
PAIRINGS: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Shadow!Reader
SUMMARY: Home is no longer where it used to be. Left with no one else you wonder who your friends and foes are.
WORD COUNT: 2.3k
TW: poorly written action lol. Fluff, hurt with so much comfort 🤭. Suggestive but no smut yet🌝. Mind the english!🐸 lmk if i missed any.
A/N: okay so this was supposed to be longer but decided to split the last part for chapter v 🐣 it'll be worth it i promise. next part is coming up sooner! as you know i do a lot of double shifts at work and December is the busiest season for me at work lol, just bear with me💖 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🩵
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"𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅."
It's a cold night by the time you get to the safe house in a secluded street somewhere outside Kaindorf. Ghost grunts standing next to you, one of his arms draped over your shoulders to help him keep steady or at least as much as you can help with someone his size. The mission —your first mission since Las Almas— had been successful until it wasn't. You type the code and wait until the door opens with a mechanic sound revealing a not so bad interior. The whole place is silent when you walk in, mirroring the dead of the night. No sound of cars outside not even the sound of the wind to accompany you.
"How are you doing Ghost?" You turn your face to him, he's already staring down at you, noticing the struggle that comes with trying to hold part of his weight. This is not how things should've played out. Yet there he was. A nasty bullet wound on his left shoulder and another to his leg; the latter being just a graze but still hurt like hell.
"Never been better." He growls. And you know he's trying to act nonchalantly. That's just who he is. Who you've come to know. But his injury, especially the one on his shoulder is no joke. You had tried to stop the bleeding right before digging for the bullet. The amount of pain he must've been in was as bad as yours a few weeks ago "How did we miss them?" He mutters under his breath, no doubt recalling the events.
"I don't know. But we'll find out." You lead him to the nearest couch in the corner of the living room and turning on the lamp next to him. Ghost sits down struggling to find a position where he feels comfortable enough. "Alright..." swallowing down you look him in the eyes. "I need to check your wounds again and clean them up properly, okay?"Ghost closes his eyes for a second before nodding, he's too lightheaded to do anything else or maybe it was the morphine you gave him before, he doesn't know anymore.
Trotting back to the truck you unload the duffel bags where all your weapons and medical supplies lie. Closing the door shut and locking it before returning to where the Lieutenant rests. The lamp is turned off again so you can only make the outline of everything. You stop in your tracks dropping one of the bags and shuffle nervously.
"Umm, Ghost?" He hums in acknowledgment. "I can't see anything, do you mind turning...-"
"No." His response comes fast. "I'm not wearing the bloody mask."
So he had taken it off the moment you walked out.
"Then how am I supposed to look at your wounds?" Rolling your eyes you start approaching.
He growls something unintelligible and then adds:
"Fine just don't bloody look up or...-"
"Don't worry, I've no interest in looking at your face."
But the truth was that you wanted nothing more than to see him. The real him. You had dreamed about his face. What would he look like? The small parts of Ghost that you had taken a glimpse of were not enough to make you any less curious. For all you knew was that he most likely was blond. His eyelashes are so light that you wonder if his hair is the same shade. He has soft pink lips and a strong jaw. All of him was huge. Massive. You would never say it out loud but you felt drawn to him.
"Afraid you might like what you see?"
You snort, walking towards him and kneeling in front of the couch he's sitting on. His eyes follow every move you make, never looking up in the process. You slowly peel off the bandages you had previously wrapped around his right leg.
"Does it hurt?" You ask, taking the disinfectant out as you begin to clean up his wound again.
"Not that one." For a moment you almost forget that you're not supposed to look up, but you do. You were trying to take a quick glance to his shoulder, instead laying eyes on his face.
"Shit." You bow your head down as quickly, apologizing profusely to Ghost and expecting some sort of angry reaction from him but he remains in complete silent. "I- I didn't even really see anything, forgive me Sir."
"Fucking hell." He growled. "It doesn't matter. Just don't do it again."
It was true. You barely even saw the entirety of his face. Just pale skin, light brows and a crooked nose from being broken too many times.
"Okay." You swallow hard, hands slightly shaking when your skin makes contact with his much colder one.
Ghost shifts in his seat seemingly uncomfortable with something you can't put a finger on. "Think it's time to stitch that one up." You gesture to where his shoulder should be not daring to look again. Fumbling with the needle and thread waiting for his permission. There's no verbal answer to your previous statement, only a low hum that's enough for you to stand up and silently sit on the armrest next to him, his face is turned the other way hiding himself from you. "You know you can just put it back on?"
"Where's the fun in that?"
"Yeah, right." brows lifting in surprise. "Want me to get you something for the pain?"
"Get it done, kid."
Breathing deeply you oblige.
Ghost's whole body tenses with the first sting of the needle piercing through his skin. Your eyes are fixated on your work but every now and then they travel to the back of his head. Blond hair. So you were right; and you can't fight back the grin that appears on your lips. You're marveled by something so simple as that; if only he'd let you come closer...
"I think it's my turn to cook something for you. All this time you've taken care of me."
"You don't have to. I was doing what I was told."
Blinking you tap his shoulder lightly to get his attention. Ghost merely turns so a small part of his side face shows, still not enough for you to see.
"I want to." Even if he says it was his job. Even if it didn't mean anything to him. All you needed was a way to thank him for what he had done. That was who you were. How you were taught to be. Grateful amongst adversity. "I'm a good cook I promise."
One last stitch. One more. And then you're done, and his body relaxes as you come to stand gathering the medical supplies while looking down the floor. Before you leave he reaches out, grabbing your wrist in a gentle yet firm grip. Eyes going wide.
"You can look now." His voice is low and when you turn he's put the balaclava back on. Big brown eyes staring with intensity. "Thanks for what you did back there."
You stutter when you speak, something about the way he holds you makes you forget how to form words.
"I had to. It was my job, although I failed..."
"You didn't fail." He growls. You motion at his wounds, embarrassed because you knew you could do better than that. "I'm here, aren't I?"
Your mouth hangs open, lips quivering when his words reach your ears. All this time you've tried to look calm. To appear strong when in reality everything has gone from bad to worse; it began with the loss of your former team and the people you held close and dear. People you thought would be there for you for eternity. And then all of the sudden there were none. Alone in a dirty side road to die, you guess that in the end there were no good people. Just soldiers following orders. But standing in front of a man who was always portrayed as the devil himself maybe... just maybe not all hope was lost. And not all people were bad. Much to your dismay, Ghost stands from his place on the old couch, rising in all his massive glory as he takes one firm step closer to you. Your hands threaten to let everything fall onto the floor, breath getting stuck in your throat. You're lucky. So, so goddamn lucky that he's your ally. Someone who, in these past weeks has become something you don't dare to name.
"At ease soldier." He commands in a hushed voice. And he's close. Too damn close you feel the heat radiate off of him. It makes your skin burn and hands sweat. "I'm just looking at you."
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Ghost is terrifying when you look at him in full gear. The white skull mask a legend itself among all the military forces in the world. Hushed stories told during late nights back on base. You had never met him nor had the chance to work with him. All you knew was that. Never in a million years would you have thought you'd have to be his eyes from the distance; to be the one who guards him. Your finger caresses the trigger of your sniper rifle, ready to shoot at anyone who you deemed dangerous.
"Should've brought my own mattress." You huff, shifting your body to find a more comfortable position.
"You've been out for a few weeks. It can't be that bad." His deep voice talks right into your ear.
"My stomach was literally reattached, Lt."
A deep chuckle that doesn't last long enough can be heard.
"If you can't do it let me know. I can take you back to your room, yeah?"
"I'm having a hard time deciding if that's a good or bad thing, sir."
"The latter, Vesper."
Laughing you turn your head, maybe it's the paranoia of being back but you feel someone constantly watching you from behind.
"How's that a bad thing? Thought you liked me in my room."
You can practically hear him suck in a breath and then a muttered curse.
"Not when you're injured and nearly comatose." He grunts after a few seconds of silence.
Oh.
Oh.
"Well then's a good thing i'm here."
The mission was rather simple. Break in, gather some intel and get out. Nothing was supposed to go sideways but it did. It had started with the room where the intel was supposed to be.
"Vesper." You hear Ghost calling you. "There's civilians in here." His voice drops an octave.
"What?" A shiver runs down your spine. "They are not supposed to be there." All you hear is the sound of muffled voices. Cries for help. Ghost swearing under his breath. And then shots are fired.
Your heart races when the first couple of hostiles appear through your scope. Not being one to hesitate you aim to their heads and fire.
"Vesper sitrep." Ghost barks, his end way more chaotic than yours.
"Hostiles coming in groups. You need to get out of there asap."
"Bloody hell." It's all he says before another round of shots is fired. "Meet me at the evac point."
"I'm not leaving you behind!"
Shifting your scope to look through one of the windows you watch as a dark figure runs downstairs. Ghost is trying to make his way to the back exit when another group reaches the abandoned building. You effectively take out the first three men that jump out of the black van. Then another ominous creak of crunching leaves in the god forsaken roof of the house across, rolling on your back your turn at the exact moment a bullet is fired your way, and hitting the the ground where you previously laid prone.
Wide-eyed your face pales as recognition hits your features.
You know him. And he knows you too.
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His big hand lifts slowly as if asking permission to touch you to which you give a small nod. Ghost is looking at a spot on your left cheek his thumb softly caressing the soft skin of your face. You don't know why but you find yourself leaning into his touch.
"How'd you get this?" An unknown look is all you give him. "There's a scratch, right 'ere." Careful not to hurt you or cause you any pain he keeps his motion.
"Must've been when we ran through the woods." You mumble. "I'm sure I didn't let any of them get me."
"Atta girl." A small pause settles when all you hear is the sound of the night outside. Crickets and the now casual passing of cars far in the distance, returning from work, oblivious to the dangers of the world. Some things they'd never heard of before, things they wouldn't witness in their lifetime. "Better me than you."
You melt at his words. Heart nearly beating out of your chest. It's like your body acts out of pure impulse. Hands —your hands— grab the sides of his neck pulling him down just enough that his forehead touches yours, and you rest there with ragged breathing fanning over his face. Closing your eyes you weigh in your options. Break the moment and tell him about the encounter with the man back in the roof, or let yourself feel him? Because truth be told this could only mean one thing. Ghost wanted to be near you in ways that were not professional at all. And hell you wanted that too from the moment you saw him. You just didn't know it.
If the things you heard were true he didn't let just anyone close to him. What was so special about you? You wanted to ask, but you feared that even if you moved, this thing would be broken and the moment would slip through your fingers.
In a quick movement you go from standing in the middle of the living room to sitting on the nearest table, you shriek as Ghost slots himself between your legs. Seemingly unfazed by what he just did you then see the corner of his eyes crinkle. He's smiling under the mask.
"You're hurt. You'll reopen the wound and..."
"I don't care, sweetheart. I've got you where I want you." A sheepish smile forms on your lips and your cheeks grow hot. "One word. Say it and I will stop."
You nod right before he lifted his mask and his lips crash down on you.
Part 5
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Step Into Christmas | Robert "Bob" Floyd
POV: It’s the first Christmas with your husband Bob in your new (to you) home. He pulls out all the stops to make it special.
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings & Notes: gn! reader. no warnings except mentions of food and excessive Christmas fluffiness! Happy December 1st! I was thrilled when @lewmagoo announced their Christmas celebration because Christmas is the best time of year! Tried something different with a little mood board and then doing clips of scenes paired with the song (listen to it here). And then basically indulged myself in imagining living in an old house with Bob at Christmas where he made me dinner (I wish!) I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!
Welcome to my Christmas song
I'd like to thank you for the year
So I'm sending you this Christmas card
To say it's nice to have you here
The whistling creaks of this old house echo. Its charm and unique coziness you both fell in love with disappears without the lamp normally in the corner of the living room. And now a tall tree looms over the furniture, grim.
There's a rustle, and Bob’s smiling earnest face peaks out from behind a few branches, eager to see your expression at what he does next. He slots the plug into the outlet and bundles of warm lights come to life, filling the room with seasonal delight. The house is suddenly so alive, not a relic at all! He is delighted by the wide grin that splits your face in two.
As he bends over the ornament boxes - matte, glitter, pendants, glossy, oversized, metallic, his broad shoulders shrugging as he decides which ornaments deserve top spot - he is bathed in the tree lights like a bespectacled angel, frames glimmering in the light as his forehead scrunches. The slightly scratchy sweater his great aunt knit him during his first deployment sits a little lopsided on his collarbone. His hair messy from crawling under the branches. A Christmas angel in your midst.
Your husband - husband, you were still adjusting to that - comes to stand beside you, hips kissing with the perfect ornament in hand. His lips brush your cheek discreetly. “Would you like to put on the first ornament?”
Together, you string on the first ornament to a prime spot - in the center, a little higher than the middle. Just Married sits among the pine needles, and it brings a fresh joy to your heart. You glance at your husband again, and smile. Celebrating your first Christmas freshly married in your new home. It’s so good to be here.
I'd like to sing about all the things
Your eyes and mind can see
So hop aboard the turntable
Oh step into Christmas with me
The house casts a cheery glow, the decorated tree lighting up even the most desolate of corners. The star on top twinkles with its shimmering surface. The Christmas spirit is alive and well in this room and will quickly flood the rest of the Floyd homestead.
Behind you, Bob puts on a record, the upbeat sounds of his favorite Christmas tunes creating the playlist for the beautiful night. He catches your eye across the room, blue eyes sparkling in the low light.
He holds out his hand to you, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You haven’t danced together since your wedding. Enveloped in his grasp, he immediately begins twirling you around the room giddily. The air is light, frivolity directing your movements. He dips you slightly during the downbeats, and wiggles your hips at the crescendos. Giggles escape as he brings you to his chest, softly swaying one beat off.
A slower song rounds out the side, sweet harpsichord ringing out. Eyes close as your foreheads connect, grounding you to each other. Small puffs of air against your lips as he softly sings the lyrics to you. The universe existing only in this song you share.
Let's join together
We can watch the snow fall forever and ever
Coats scrape against hooks. Boots thump against the hardwood. Laughter fills the mudroom as you watch Bob wrap his scarf a few too many times. From the window, fat, lazy snowflakes swim down from the inky sky. Bob rests himself against your back, watching the flakes float down softly onto the ground. Fluffy and inviting.
Before either of you can brace yourselves, the door is swung open and the cold air attacks your uncovered cheeks. You’re dragging him out into the snow, endearingly watching how his breath fogs his glasses as he finds his footing. He sticks out his tongue as you mimic him trying not to slip on the icy pavement.
Neither of you are sure who started it, but soon you’re both ducking behind trees in the neighborhood, packed snow in your mittened hands. Bob’s gotten you once - on the shoulder - and you’ve done nothing but grow his ego with how quick he is.
“You can’t catch me, sweetheart!” He jokingly taunts, wiggling his fingers at you. Your quiet, reserved man dissolved into giggles and childish gestures the second snow falls. Your breathless laughs disrupt the night air as you trudge after him. A second look at a new car on the street distracts him, and you catch up to him, finally in better firing range. The densely packed snowball makes contact with the side of his chest and he turns to you, all wide cobalt eyes. Big hands snap up to clutch the lapels of his jacket. He mimics a slow, dramatic death silently in the snow, clutching at where your snowball has annihilated him.
As you stand over his still form, he blinks open one eyes. “Best two out of three?”
By the end of the afternoon you are both soaked in melted snow, cheeks drenched in deep pink. Your husband takes your hand, threading your mittened hands together, and you watch the fresh powder fall as he walks you home.
Eat, drink and be merry
Come along with me
There’s a tinkling in the kitchen. You follow the sounds of Elton John and the scent of alfredo sauce. Pushing open the door, there’s Bob humming along as he stirs this and salts that. Not wanting to disturb him, you slip onto one of the stools at the counter, leaning on your elbows as you watch him nod his head along to the beat.
He glances over his shoulder to check the recipe and jumps at your unexpected, but welcome, company. “Didn’t hear you come in, sweets. You want something to drink?”
You shrug a shoulder and stretch your neck to see what he’s making. But your husband shakes his head and shields your view with his broad frame. He’s been excited to surprise you all day. Leaning over the counter to place a short peck to your lips, he busies himself with pouring you both a beverage, cheersing over the salad bowl.
“Thank you for making dinner.” You’re still trying to steal peeks over his shoulder, where he’s putting on the finishing touches. He glances back at you grinning, acts of service his love language. Those metal frames gleaming in the stovetop light.
After making sure you’re fully settled at the counter - albeit impatiently - he finally brings the pot over to serve up.
“Christmas fettuccine!” The glossy off-white noodles freckled with bits of pepper shine as he twirls the fork above your plate. The nests of noodles on your plates are stunning as he garnishes with a bit of parsley, asking if you’d like extra parmesan. The joyous grin on your face makes his surprise worth every moment over that hot stove.
Taking the stool beside you, elbows just inches from each other, Bob tips his glass to yours. “Merry Christmas, my darling.”
And keep smiling through the days
If we can help to entertain you
Oh we will find the ways
Bob stokes the fireplace and adds a new log, keeping up the cozy atmosphere. The sound of crackling fire soothing over the natural creaks of the ancient house. He hands you a mug of cocoa and leads you to the sofa, resting your backs against the soft fabric as you sit on the floor, legs tangled. He grabs the new Boeing manual he’s been working his way through and flips it open, semi-reading aloud as he explains trajectory and basic mechanics.
His voice is soothing, the soft vibrations of his chest against your back making your eyes sleepy.
“Am I boring you?” His voice is worried. “Sorry, sweets, not doing a good job entertaining you, am I?”
You shake your head, assuring him you are fine looking through the manual. But he’s already tucking it into the magazine rack on the side, his fingers going through what else is available. He huffs that it’s mostly old copies of Consumer Digest and a random Skymall catalog. But your husband refuses to let the moment go to waste and pulls out his phone, internet searching with the screen tilted away from you.
When he finally settles, his temple pressed to yours, one hand caressing your skin caringly, you see he’s looked up Christmas stories for children. You watch familiar characters taking over the screen, a round-headed boy and his canine friend finding the real meaning of Christmas. Bob’s voice crackles like the fire, and you are safe.
So merry Christmas one and all
There's no place I'd rather be
Than asking you if you'd oblige
Stepping into Christmas with me
Cocoa is brewing and the record player is alive with another festive record. The jaunty Santa hat on Bob’s head threatens to fall off as he perfectly arranges the presents in the order he would like you to open them. The scents of the room fight to be noticed - rosemary, peppermint, and the cinnamon-y sugar of the rolls you just put in the oven.
You join your husband by the tree, letting him wrap his arms around you like a big human bow. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.”
He laugh is infectious, and quickly you’re both giggling as he walks you through his gift madness. He’s spoiled you as usual, always thoughtfully selecting a gift only to find something even better after he’s arrived home. With a flourish, Bob places a package into your waiting hands, instantly eager to see your reaction.
“Thank you, Santa,” you tease. As your fingers untwine the bow, you look up at him. “Thank you for making this holiday so special.”
His cheeks match his hat as he accepts your gratitude. His hand strokes your knee as he praises you. “Thanks for stepping into Christmas with me, honey, I wanted it to be big. First year in the house and all.”
Your smile conveys all your thanks, gooey warmth inside your chest. He impatiently gestures to the gift in your lap again, he’s ready to see your reaction!
Step into Christmas
The admission's free
The late afternoon sun streams through the aging windows, bright light bouncing off the freshly fallen snow. A quieter record plays and Bob is snoozing on your shoulder, a little cinnamon sugar still on his lip. This first Christmas in this old house with the big windows that show off the tree is perfect. Your husband is perfect from where he wraps his arm around your waist, curling into you sleepily with his floppy red hat.
And this memory? This memory will be like stepping into Christmas every time it passes your mind.
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Manifesting money out of thin air ✨
My bestie and I have been persisting in the affs “I get paid to exist” and “I am spoiled & treated like a queen” because we don’t wanna work for shit anymore 😭 Yesterday she told me she was hanging out at the local bar and a random guy gave her money to play a gambling game (it’s legal where she is) and said he would split any winnings with her. She ended up winning over $600 so after splitting with him, went home with $300 cash. I was like “damn!!! I want someone to randomly give me cash too!!”
Anyway last night around 11:11, I was getting ready for bed, listening to some subs and texting my bestie when I got a new email with the subject “[generic man’s name] sent you $100 for dinner”. I was like wtf is this some scam email? It was from Cash App, but I usually get text notifications from them.
I looked at the email info and it was sent to my old social media name - when I was going through my influencer era 2021-2022, I had an army of simps who wanted to send me tips & gifts when I was livestreaming on TikTok, so I made a separate account so my real name wouldn’t be disclosed. All the attention got too much back then and I ended up abandoning all my old social media accounts over a year ago, and I’ve ignored it all since (I don’t even have TT or IG apps on my phone anymore)
I logged in to my old Cash account and sure enough, $100 bucks from a complete stranger. I marked it with a heart, and a few minutes later received another $50 with a note to check one of my old accounts on Reddit.
So yeah, he DMed saying had found my old accounts and just decided that I deserved to be spoiled & treated like a queen. Not him repeating my affs 😭 Yes I have pretty privilege lol but it was a completely unexpected surprise - I haven’t received any payments on that Cash account since December 2022, and even when I was active I never received so much at once, for absolutely no reason!
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WIBTA for calling the police on a squatter/tresspasser?
Using the emojis 🍋🌿 so I don't lose this question. I know the title might sound pretty bad, and normally I don't believe in involving the police in anything at all (ACAB, babey!), but the situation is worrying me a bit, and I'd just like to consider all sides in it before it escalates any further.
First a little bit of background. I've just moved into a new apartment. It's a house split into two units. I have the bottom floor, and two friends of mine live on the second floor. One of my housemates upstairs, let's call her Jenna, has been living here since November. I moved in mid-December, and our third housemate, let's call him Mike, has just finished moving in as of last weekend.
Now on to the actual story. In December, Jenna got injured and has been having trouble getting around. This is especially tough because she has three large, rambunctious dogs that have to be let out multiple times per day, and she also works long hours. Since Mike wasn't moved in, she decided to get someone else that she knew to stay in her apartment and help out with the chores/dogs. I don't actually know his name, but we'll call him Peter for the sake of clarity.
The very first week Peter was there, Mike brought some stuff over to pre-move a bit. While there, he met Peter for the first time. Mike knocked on my door immediately (this was like 10pm). He said he was really sorry to show up unannounced, but that Peter was upstairs acting super weird and erratic, and he was pretty sure he was high on some kind of narcotic.
Now, normally I have no qualms about people using whatever kind of drugs they choose for themselves. But the previous tenants had been kicked out for various issues stemming from drug abuse. Our landlord was VERY clear on his strict no-tolerance policy for illegal drugs in the units. Jenna has the maintenance crew in and out of her unit all the time for work, and neither me nor Mike wanted to chance something of Peter's being found, and Jenna & Mike getting evicted after less than a month on the lease.
The three of us decided he would have to find someplace else, and that Mike would just take over Peter's chore duties. Jenna apparently spoke to Peter about finding someplace else to stay. I thought that was the end of it. Time went on, Mike moved in, I forgot about Peter entirely and assumed he was yesterdays news.
Yesterday while I was at work, our property manager showed up and caught Peter hanging around in the backyard. There was a confrontation and Peter refused to leave. The property manager ended up getting the police involved, and we all discovered he'd been living in the crawlspace under the garage for some time. They also found several items down there he'd stolen from houses in the neighborhood. When I got home, I was warned to keep my doors locked just in case, and they also told me if I had any suspicions he had come back that I was to inform the police immediately.
On the one hand, I understand that a string of pretty serious crimes were committed here, and that not calling someone about him would be unsafe and irresponsible. Not to mention, the thought of having essentially a stranger squatting in our crawlspace for a week was pretty upsetting for me and Mike, as we are both SA survivors. But on the other hand, I feel kind of terrible for Peter. He hasn't really bothered us beyond the drug use and the squatting, and he clearly must have been desperate to resort to living under there, especially considering its been a harsh winter where we live.
I don't want to be callous and deny him shelter if he really has nowhere else to go, but I'm also *extremely* uncomfortable at the idea of letting him stay, especially considering he's apparently been stealing as well. I know it's kind of a crazy situation, but I'm having a bit of a moral quandry about it, so any help would be appreciated. Thanks!
What are these acronyms?
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➞ 𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑬.
✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a brief timeline of mythical!reader and spencer’s relationship. (requested by anon.)
✭ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: literally none. just a cute lil fic <3
✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~1.2k
✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is a very simple fic as it is technically my first one, but if you’d like a deeper look into this timeline, i’d be happy to oblige! <3 i love this little weirdo fr. no beta, we die like men here. (that being said if anyone ever wants to beta read for me, i would appreciate it <3 i always miss the dumbest shit fr.)
February, 2019.
It’s been a few hours since Mythical Entertainment announced they’ve acquired Smosh, and you can’t possibly be more excited. Rhett & Link throw a party to celebrate Smosh’s next chapter, and you gather in merriment with all of your coworkers, new and old.
You’ve only met a handful of Smosh members — Ian, Courtney, Shayne — all of whom have been featured on the GMM channel once or twice before. The rest are sort-of new (at least in person) faces, but they’re all nice enough, and before the night is over, you’ve introduced yourself to almost everyone, save for a man standing off to the side with a red Solo cup in his hand, just taking it all in.
“Great party, huh?” You ask him as you sidle up next to him, smiling.
He looks as though he’s a little surprised you’re talking to him, but he nods, swallowing a sip of his drink. “Yeah, awesome party.” He smiles softly, extending his hand out to you to shake. “I’m Spencer.”
“Hi, Spencer,” You shake his hand, grinning over at him, “I’m (Y/N), and I’m super excited to be working with you now.”
Spencer’s smile grows and his cheeks take on just a hint of pink. “Yeah, it’s gonna be great for sure. We’re all really excited too.”
His grip doesn’t loosen as your short conversation winds down, and his gaze lingers for a second too long before he realizes he’s still holding your hand.
April, 2019.
It’s been two months since the merger with Smosh, and you see Spencer everywhere. It’s to be expected, obviously — you work in the same office — but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t actively seeking him out most days.
He’s funny, he’s friendly, he’s charming. He knows everything there is to know about any game you’re ever interested in. He’s a great conversationalist too — every talk you have with him flows smoothly, there’s no awkwardness. You really enjoy him as a person, and he seems to feel the same.
He’s also very quietly thoughtful — if he makes a run to the kitchen for another Kickstart, he always grabs you something and swings by the Mythical side of the office to drop it off. He never draws any attention to it, he just starts up a conversation with you, like he just so happened to be in the Mythical area and coincidentally had your favorite snack or drink on hand.
He spends more time with you after this, inviting you to group hangouts on the weekends or to game with him late at night on Discord.
A month later he finally gets the courage to ask you on a date, and you give him a very enthusiastic “Yes.”
June, 2019.
It’s been a month since you agreed to a date with Spencer, and it’s been an absolute dream.
He takes you out on nice dates, but you spend most date nights at either of your places, watching movies or playing games in dim lighting and splitting takeout.
He asks you to be his girlfriend a month after your first date.
You haven’t told anyone, except for a few of each of your closest friends/coworkers. You’re able to keep it a secret until you accidentally show up to work wearing one of Spencer’s favorite crewnecks.
You decide to tell everyone at the company that day, and Ian claps Spencer heartily on the back. “I knew you had it in you.” He jokes, and everyone laughs.
You request that it be kept a secret, and several people make a motion of zipping their lips closed.
December, 2019.
It’s been six months since you and Spencer started dating, and he pops the question.
“Do you want to move in with me?”
The question doesn’t surprise you at all, really. You spent most of your time at Spencer’s place anyway. You tell him, “Absolutely, I do.”
People are quick to speculate after. There are so many photos of you and Spencer in the same rooms despite being apart. You show up in short bursts in Mythical videos wearing his clothes. You have pictures with his cat.
Most of the shared fanbase give you respect, reiterating to their peers that you’re just good pals, and talk mostly dies down.
You wouldn’t ever encourage them, but you have to hand it to your fanbases — they are good detectives.
June, 2020.
It’s been a year since you agreed to be Spencer’s girlfriend, six months since you moved into his place, and three months since quarantine started.
With a lot of the Mythical production being limited, you have a lot more free time, and Smosh fans have latched onto you. You do a couple gaming videos over Zoom with the Smosh Games crew, and comments flood about how Spencer can be heard in the background of some of your clips. Spencer streams on Twitch, and people in his chat swear they hear you singing in the other room.
Someone in chat asks him how he’s doing, and he instinctively starts his sentence with “We’re–” before stopping and correcting himself with “I’m–” but it’s too late. People demand to know who “we” includes, but he brushes over it, saying he was simply talking about him and his (and your) cat.
You let them speculate. God knows people could use some sort of hope.
June, 2023.
It’s been four years since you and Spencer made it official. Your relationship is as good as ever, the two of you obviously comfortable and happy with four years under your belt.
Ian and Anthony buy Smosh back from Mythical Entertainment. Obviously they throw a party, inviting all of the Mythical crew for one last hurrah together before (financially) parting ways.
The party is held in the same place as the one where everyone celebrated Mythical’s purchasing of Smosh so many years ago, and you have a moment of deja vu.
At your table, Spencer places his hand on your thigh, rubbing circles over the fabric of your dress. “We met here.” He says, with a goofy grin on his face.
“We did.” You beam back at him, “We’ve come full circle.”
Spencer proposes that night before bed. He can’t help himself.
(You’d discussed marriage before, both agreeing that five years together was the sweet spot for a proposal, but after ending up in the same celebration hall where you’d met, he knows this is fate.)
Of course you say yes, kissing him through happy tears, and later that night, you decide you want the entire world to know that Spencer Agnew belongs to you and only you, for the rest of time.
You snap a photo of the two of you, with your ring on full display by your face, before opening up Instagram to post it.
By the way. the caption reads.
You turn off your notifications and leave your phone on the nightstand for the rest of the night, losing yourself in the man who will soon be your husband.
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Ikemen Villains - Harrison Gray
This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.
Tall man: "You're unlucky to witness our deal like this."
Kate: "Let me go!"
Round-faced man: "There's no way we can let you go after seeing everything."
Today is December 31st.
I was helping with the preparations for the countdown party at the castle. But I got lost on the way to the store and witnessed a suspicious deal involving two men.
I ended up getting caught, and now my hands and feet were tied.
(I need to escape!)
Recalling the escape method I read in a detective novel I borrowed from Harry, I subtly move my hands to gradually loosen the ropes without the two men noticing.
(I need to find an opening and get out of here!)
Round-faced man: "Hmm? Who are you people?"
Suddenly, one of the men called out to the entrance of the warehouse, and standing there was一
Kate: "Harry, Liam!?"
Liam: "Ehh!? They've got Katie!"
Harrison: "Why are you here?"
Harry and Liam, seeing me tied up and lying on the ground, widened their eyes in surprise.
Since I had just been captured a moment ago, they probably didn't even know that I’d been kidnapped.
(Did the two of them come here as part of the Crown's mission?)
(I think they were supposed to bust an illegal drug deal today. So are these guys the culprits?)
Round-faced Man: "Do you guys know this woman? If so, it'll make things easier."
One of the men pointed a gun at me.
Tall man: "If you care about her life, then drop your weapons."
Harry and Liam held their breath at the man's threat and tried to put their weapons on the ground.
Kate: "Wait!"
I quickly raised my voice to stop them.
Round-faced man: "What's with you? Do you want to get killed?"
Kate: "This gun is real. It's loaded and dangerous, so you guys could get killed!"
Round-faced man: "Ha?"
Kate: "Drop your weapons quickly! These two also have other weapons!"
Liam: "What's wrong, Katie? We obviously intended to do that."
Harrison: "I see. Got it."
After hearing my words, Harry pretended to place the gun on the ground and then shot the men.
Tall Man: "Gah! It hurts!"
With precise control, each of the two men was shot in the leg and arm.
Although it wasn't life-threatening, their injuries prevented them from fighting.
Round-faced man: "What do you think you're doing? Do you not care about this woman's life!?"
Harrison: "Sorry, but your threat won't work. That gun is fake, yeah?"
Round-faced man: "Why you...!"
Tall Guy: "Damn it! We're at a disadvantage now. Let's scram!"
The two men, protecting their injured legs and arms, fled from the warehouse through the back door, leaving me behind.
Harrison: "Are you okay?"
Harry quickly ran over and helped me up.
Kate: "Yes, thank you for helping me."
With Harry's assistance, I finally freed myself.
Liam: "I'm glad you're safe."
Liam: "But I was surprised when Harry suddenly shot those guys, even though you were being held hostage."
Harrison: "Their gun was fake."
Liam: "Huh? Does that mean..."
Kate: "Yes. Everything I said was a lie."
They couldn't really harm me, as the gun they pointed at me was fake and they didn't have any other weapons.
To convey that information, I deliberately shouted the opposite to make Harry see through the lie.
Harrison: "You didn't tell the truth to catch the opponent off guard, right? Well done."
Kate: "I didn't want to be a burden to the two of you while being captured."
Kate: "But they escaped, so we need to catch them quickly!"
Harrison: "They're injured. All we need to do is follow the bloodstains."
The blood droplets eventually split into two paths, so Liam and Harrison decided to split up and pursue each trail.
After a while, Harry and I arrived at the market.
Perhaps because it was close to midnight, the market was bustling with people eager to watch the fireworks for the New Year.
Kate: "Harry, over there!"
Amidst the crowd, we saw a tall man with an injured leg dragging himself away. Before we could even catch up, a carriage stopped at the man's side.
It didn't look like a regular public carriage but a privately arranged one.
Harrison: "So there were others in your group, huh?"
There's no way we can catch up with them if they get on the carriage.
I hurriedly looked around but could not find any other carriages.
Kate: "We can't catch up on foot. We have to give up the pursuit for now."
Harrison: "No, there's still a way."
Saying that, Harry took out his pistol and aimed it at the carriage.
Harrison: "If I aim for the wheels, it will stop."
Kate: "But shooting a gun in the middle of a street like this?"
The Crown is a secret organization under the edict of Queen Victoria.
Their existence and their evil deeds should not be noticed by the general public.
Harrison: "No one will notice. After all, it's almost time."
As if to dispel my anxiety, Harry smiled nonchalantly.
Kate: "Almost time?"
Townspeople: "10! 9! 8!"
As I was about to ask, I heard loud voices counting down.
(Could it be?)
Harrison: "3, 2, 1!"
A dull roar shook our bodies.
It wasn't the sound of Harry's gun, but the sound of fireworks being set off to celebrate the new year.
I was momentarily distracted by it, but when I looked back, I saw the carriage overturning, its wheel distorted by a bullet.
Kate: "You timed it with the New Year's fireworks!"
Timing the gunshots with the sound of fireworks made it less likely for the gunshots to be noticed. Moreover, people were looking up at the sky, making it easier to overlook what happened on the ground.
Harrison: "They say the best place to hide a tree is in a forest, but..."
Kate: "W-What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Harrison: "I just thought I turned something you were looking forward to into a bloody memory."
(Come to think of it, I did mention before that I wanted to spend the countdown with him this year.)
(I'm glad he remembered my words.)
Kate: "Hehe. It's a little disappointing, but it was a countdown I'll never forget."
Kate: "Let's make next year's countdown even more wonderful, Harry."
Harrison: "The bar has been raised, huh? Well, I guess it's fine."
Afterward, we were able to safely capture the man from the carriage and hand him over to William, who said he had things to ask the man. After having the meal prepared by Victor, we finally returned to our room and took a breather.
Kate: "The first day of the new year was quite an ordeal."
Harrison: "The season doesn't matter when it comes to our duties. But if I could wish for something, it would be to spend more time with you this year."
I widened my eyes, surprised by his unusually straightforward wish. Sensing my reaction, Harry mischievously smiled.
Harrison: "Now, was that a lie or the truth?"
Kate: "I believe it was the truth. And if those words were a lie..."
Harrison: "Yeah?"
Kate: "I will stay with you so you will feel the same way."
Kate: "I'll do my best to make sure your lies change."
Harrison: "Heh? But that effort might not be necessary."
With a few words, Harry pulled me in and kissed me.
It was a sweet kiss that proved his wish was really true, capturing me and not letting go.
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you are in love.
tom blyth social media au
pairings: tom blyth x reader
warnings: accused cheating
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6
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yninstagram get you someone who ties your laces for you 🥰😘
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user y/n babes, that doesn't look like Jacob
↪️ user I'm pretty sure they broke up
↪️ user they never confirmed that tho
tomblyth happy to be of service 🫡🫡
↪️ yninstagram 🫡🫡
↪️ user is this tom confirming that he's the guy in the first pic???
↪️ user seems like it
rachelzegler cuties 😍😍
↪️ yninstagram ❤️
user this post defo isn't about Jacob
↪️ user he's liked it tho??
↪️ user he's liked her last few posts, doesn't prove anything
↪️ user he's not been commenting like he used to tho. + he was photographed with that girl
user not y/n openly cheating on Jacob
↪️ user and with her costar too, smh
↪️ user didn't he cheat first???
↪️ user not necessarily. they were only pictured holding hands. Y/N is posting herself being very cuddly with Tom when she's in a relationship. it's very different.
↪️ user I know in Tom's post they liked a comment about how they're just friends, but this now feels like there might be something more between them
↪️ user Tom's comment seems to confirm that this post is about him
↪️ user seems that way since if it was about Jacob, Y/N would've tagged him
*comments on this post have been limited*
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y/nupdates y/n confirms that she has infact split with Jacob Elordi, during an interview promoting her new show, The Artful Dodger
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y/nupdates she said that their split was mutual, "We're still very much friends, so we'll still hang out together occasionally."
↪️ y/nupdates when asked about the cheating rumours y/n said, "no one cheated on anyone, I know there was speculation about it. we broke up back in December actually."
↪️ y/nupdates "we still care about each other deeply. I really do love Jacob, and vice versa. We just decided that we're better of just being friends."
↪️ y/nupdates the rest of the interview is linked in our bio
user wait?? so they actually broke up??? no way
user can't believe mum and dad broke up 😭😭😭
user so happy that the cheating rumours were false. I knew they wouldn't do that to each other
user I'm so sad but it seems like they're still happy which is what matters
↪️ user this!!! ^^^
↪️ user for real!!!
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tomblyth thank you, lovely ❤️
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↪️ user "lovely" and the heart emoji- I can't 🥺🥺🥺🥺
rachelzegler happy birthday tom!!! xx
↪️ tomblyth thanks rach xx
user omg the caption
↪️ user she's so real for that
user "pretty boy" STOP
user the 2nd pic omg 🥺🥺
user cuties for real
user petition for y/n to post more bts pics from tbosas cause that pic of Tom is so cute
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yninstagram today's the day, the artful dodger drops worldwide on disney+. absolute dream team to work with 🥰💜
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tomblyth super proud of you!! can't wait to watch ❤️
↪️ yninstagram love you ❤️
rachelzegler cannot believe you're in a show with thomas brodie sangster!! jealous!!
↪️ yninstagram babes, I'm still in shock myself
samohtsangster it was a delight to work with you xx
↪️ yninstagram you too, you absolute legend!! here's hoping for a season 2!! xx
jacobelordi you've been a busy bee 🐝. congrats on the new show ❤️
↪️ yninstagram been so busy I could sleep for the rest of the year lol 🐝❤️
user Jacob's commenting on her posts again?? so happy they can be friends publicly again, the world is healing!!
user omg, super excited for this!!
user omg is that newt from the maze runner???
user need season 2 so bad!!!
↪️ user same omg!!
user season 2, when???
↪️ yninstagram for real @/theartfuldodger !!!
user if we don't get a second season I'll be sueing disney
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part 3 is finally here!! sorry it took so long to post, I got hit with a bad case of writers block.
once again, any feedback is welcome, just keep it friendly.
feel free to send me any requests and I'll do my best to write them 🩷
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now that we've passed the 1000 maps mark, I've decided to stop keeping track of data (unless I see a map with over 90% votes one way or the other to see if it cracked any records). I sadly missed the exact 1000 map point bc I was off tumblr avoiding side order spoilers but oh well.
the data up to this point for any of your interested followers:
we overall voted correctly 56.5% of the time (this isn't always majority vote. in tricolour matches sometimes less than 50% will get it right but it'll still be the most voted option)
3 maps the votes were evenly split
now for the easiest and hardest maps (excluding the first map posted, as that only got one vote from OP so it was 100% correct). I'll let you fish out the maps from your archive if you'd like. the dates are when the results were posted.
top 5 easiest maps:
95.4% correct / August 12th / tricolour map
95.6% correct / May 30th
96% correct / May 7th
96.2% correct / September 5th
96.9% correct / August 5th
technically these aren't the easiest maps, since if a map is TOO easy people tend to vote wrong on purpose. these are the maps that were just hard enough for people to take seriously, but still easy
top 5 hardest maps:
11.2% correct / November 15th
9.6% correct / July 8th
8.5% correct / May 31st
6.5% correct / Jul 10th
6.2% correct / October 26th / tricolour map
also my personal stats were 66.99% correct, and the hardest map I got right was the 6th hardest map, December 30th, 11.3% of people got it right :)
God, I fucking love this. Thank you so much, Angie.
What I'm hearing from this data, if I may cherry pick one point in particular, is that we're voting corectly better than average and Are, in fact, Judd Enough.
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BRF Reading - 24th of December, 2023
This is speculation only
Cards drawn on the 24th of December, 2023
Question: Will the truth about Meghan's pregnancies come out next year (2024)?
This is a one card reading
Card Drawn: The Queen of Cups in reverse.
Hmmm.
The Queen of Cups is one of the three main pregnancy cards in tarot (the others are the Empress and the Ace of Cups). In the reverse, it says that someone is not pregnant.
Cups is the suit of emotions, so there are a lot of feelings around this issue.
The card indicates that Meghan is not pregnant. The question I asked was if the truth about the pregnancies would be revealed next year. It's a yes/no question. Upright, the card would indicate a yes, that the truth about the pregnancies would be coming out. It could also be read as Meghan actually being pregnant.
In the reversal, as we have here, it clearly says that Meghan was never pregnant, but - reversals can also mean a delay in the timing of something, in this case that would be a delay in the timing of the truth about the pregnancies coming out. I don't know if that delay is behind us, happening now, or will occur in the future, i.e. I don't know fhte news was delayed and is now coming out, or if we have another delay ahead of us before the news comes out. my gut feeling is that the delay was in the past and in the present, and that the news will come out sometime soon in the future, i.e. in a few months or so (timing wise, Cups are months).
Cups also represent summer, and it is summer right now where I am and it will be summer until March 2024, so that would mean the truth will come out in the next three months.
Astrology wise, the Queen of Cups is my card for Cancer, which would be June-July next year, but that feels too long (or maybe that is just my impatience showing) :)
Underlying Energy: The Lovers in reverse
The Lovers is a card about partnerships, and in the reverse the partnership is broken. This card is full of the energy of a broken partnership. Something has to break, the separate, before the news about the pregnancies can be released. This could be Harry's marriage, but I'm getting more of a legal energy, like breaking a NDA contract, and a 'best friends arguing and splitting up' energy, which could be a 'best friend ratting out their friend' energy. Something - some partnership, whether romantic or legal or otherwise, has to break and that breaking will be the green light for the truth to come out.
The card after The Lovers is the Four of Swords in reverse, recovering from a damaged reputation and/or legal stuff (Swords can be legal matters), and the card after the Queen of Cups is the Queen of Wands in reverse, my card for Aries people, so this could even be Eugenie (a sun sign Aries) spilling the beans about Meghan.
Conclusion: This is not 100% clear.. I think the news about Meghan's pregnancies (i.e. that she wasn't pregnant) will come out early next year, say before the end of March/Summer, and I think that the release of this news will involve the breaking of a partnership somehow - either a friendship or a legal binding, or both.
Clarifier: Two of Swords.
I asked for a clarifier for the Queen of Cups in reverse, and I drew the Two of Swords.
Ok, that is clear now. Someone has to make a decision. They aren't 100% committed to their course of action yet. One they decide and make that commitment, then the truth can come out. I keep seeing paper in my mind - a piece of paper like a contract, several sheets stapled together - so I think that someone has to commit to breeching whatever contract/partnership/secrecy clauses that are currently binding them, and then things will start moving forward quite rapidly.
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Snowball Fight
Winter Masterlist - Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist
POV: Second
Ship: Loki x Reader
Type: Fluff
Wordcount: 734
Prompt: "Snowball Fight"
Synopsis: You decide to throw a snowball at the trickster god. What else should happen but a full-fledged snowball fight amongst the Avengers?
A/N: Ok so I have recuperate from tech week (somewhat) and I'm actually doing this December challenge thing where there's 31 winter-y prompts I collected from different lists! This one was "Snowball Fight."
White snow coated the grounds where you and the Avengers stood. Despite your better judgment, you made sure that nobody was watching before reaching down and scooping some snow up in your hands.
You bunched the snow up to make a snowball, eyes scooping over the Avengers to pick out your target. The God of Mischief caught your eye, and he narrowed his eyes at you. “What-” He began, but you didn’t give him a chance to speak before hurling the ball straight at him.
It hit him square in the chest, and he looked at you in shock. You grinned in triumph, watching as the others turned to look at what was unfolding.
Unfortunately for you, Loki grinned right back at you, except in a much more mischievous way. Uh oh, you thought, that can’t be good.
Loki bent down, forming a much bigger snowball with his hands. You gulped and ran the opposite way, but Loki teleported right in front of you, causing you to freeze in place. “Now, Loki, we can talk about this-”
Just like you had done, he didn’t let you finish. He threw the snowball right at your face.
Of course, he didn’t throw it hard, he would never hurt you, but he did make it to where the snow made your face unfathomably cold. You raised your mittened hands to wipe the snow off of your face, looking at him in shock.
Before you could even think to respond to his attack, another snowball was launched at Loki. You turned around to see Natasha, smiling. “That’s for hitting Mishka.”
After that, all hell broke loose. Tony caught some of the snowball spirit and pelted one at Steve, who returned several more. Clint hit everyone he could with precise aim. You and Loki took turns throwing and dodging snowballs that were increasingly growing in size.
Eventually, the Avengers were split up into two unofficial teams. Your team and Loki’s team-although, not many on Loki’s side were really there in support of Loki, they just found themselves on the receiving end of your snowballs.
On your side of the battle you had Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Wanda, and Sam. On Loki’s side of the snow there was Thor, Steve, Bucky, and Vision. Clint was somewhere in the middle, on his own team, hitting everyone else.
Sam had made a little snow wall for you to duck down behind to avoid being pelted with snowballs, and you and he worked on making several snowballs so you could attack all at once.
You called over the other members of your team, letting them know you were going to give it your best all at once. Everyone made their snowballs, and on the count of three, you directed them to start shooting at Loki and his group.
They were caught by surprise, and a particularly large snowball knocked Thor to the ground. Natasha had thrown that one, and she had some serious force behind her throws. Who would have thought the Red Room would prepare her for future snowball fights?
Regaining their composure, your opponents began to return their all as well. You caught Loki using his magic to make snowballs, so you allowed Wanda to use her’s to make it fair.
Suddenly, an idea slipped through your mind. You whispered to Natasha and Wanda, who nodded and went to cause a distraction.
You made a large, sturdy snowball and slipped past the others and behind Loki’s side. You spotted Loki with his back turned towards you, and smirked.
With nobody on his side spotting you, you ran towards Loki at full speed and jumped on his back, tackling him to the ground. “Hrmph,” he grunted, and you shoved your snowball down his jacket front.
He yelped into the snow, caught off guard, and you raised your hands in victory. “Aha! Victory!”
There was a ceasefire as both sides looked to you sitting atop the trickster god. As you were about to force him to admit defeat, he used his weight to flip your positions so you were now below him. Your neck met the frosty welcome of the ground, and he looked down at you with a smirk on his face.
“Cat got your tongue? You were so eager to announce your victory mere seconds ago.” He said, teasing you.
You huffed. “Fine.” You grumbled. “Perhaps we can call it a draw.”
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Welcome to this year's UraIchi Prompt Challenge! For our 8th PC, we will be focusing on crossovers!
Like we did for a previous mini-event, this year will also have a spin-the-wheel component. For PC8, you will be spinning for at least one random fandom and creating a crossover fanwork with it. A total of 300 different fandoms were nominated in the space of a week, so you'll have plenty to choose from. For most of them, I tried to copy the fandom names straight from the AO3 tags. The only exceptions are if they're not on AO3, or if I thought a catch-all name suited it better (ie. Marvel Comics (Any) because there are just too many of them, and this way you can pick whichever Marvel comic/movie/etc. you want). But overall, all fandoms that were nominated have been included in one of the wheels.
Before we get into that though, here are the rules for PC8:
1) Fanworks must be UraIchi-centric and complete. Obviously, this year, they must also be crossovers in some shape or form. UraIchi can be romantic or platonic (lovers, friends, family, enemies, etc.), so long as you can stick a / or an & between them, and they and their interactions are the main focus.
2) Any kind of fanwork is allowed if you can pull it off (fic, art, vid, gifset, etc.). There is no word limit for fics.
3) Poly ships are fine so long as UraIchi is in there somewhere.
4) The general definition of a crossover is a fanwork where two or more fandoms are combined in some way. For the purpose of this event, dimension travel, fusions, isekai, reincarnation, and resurrection would all count so long as your work includes at least one other fandom outside of Bleach. Likewise, Bleach must obviously be one of the fandoms. Basically, so long as Bleach and 1+ Other Fandom(s) are combined in some way, starring UraIchi as the main characters, then you should be good. If you are unsure whether your idea of a crossover counts, you can always send in an ask to check.
Post Date:
The due date for this event is December 31st, 2023, and the AO3 Collection will open at 12am (PST). I’ll reblog this post with a link to the collection closer to the date.
Tags:
If you’re posting your work (or a link to your work) as a post on Tumblr, you can tag it #uraichi prompt challenge 8 in the first five tags so I can reblog it here.
And finally, what you've all been waiting for:
As I mentioned before, I used Wheel Decide to make the wheels, but each wheel has a limit of 100 items, so since we ended up with 300 fandoms, I've had to split it into 3 wheels.
There's no specific theme or category for each wheel. I threw everything into a random choice generator, and then threw the results onto each wheel in batches of 100, so it's all random, and you can play this in a number of ways. You could just pick one wheel, spin, and get your fandom that way. You could also spin two or three wheels, and then pick your favourite out of the fandoms you get. Or you could spin all three wheels and write a four-fandom crossover like a crazy person. The point is, there's pretty much no wrong way to go about cobbling together your crossover.
If you want to submit more than one fanwork, feel free to spin for as many as you want to write/draw/etc. (of course, they should all be complete). And yes, you can spin more than once if you're really stuck on the fandom you get, or you just don't know the fandom at all.
I think that's about it, if anybody has any questions, please don't hesitate to send in an ask. Then, without further ado, here are the wheels:
WHEEL 1
WHEEL 2
WHEEL 3
Have fun!
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Goodbye to Diana, Goddess of the Hunt
Pt 1 of The Crown S6 Will Stand as the Definitive Dramatised Version of Diana & Dodi’s Final Days
Review (& gifs) by L.L @The Crown TV
Having seen Pt 1 of The Crown S6 before its official release, I can understand why Netflix decided to split the final season. The first 4 episodes are almost exclusively dedicated to the events surrounding the tragic deaths of Princess Diana and Dodi Fayed.
It's first-rate drama, but it's not always an easy watch. The series does have some lighter moments too, but it makes sense for The Crown to take a short pause before moving forward in December.
To be clear, Diana and Dodi's car crash is not portrayed in a voyeuristic way. We don't see the moment of impact; hearing it is traumatic enough. Diana's body is not shown. The show doesn't delve into what caused the accident. This is still The Crown, not CSI Paris.
Kudos to Peter Morgan and his research team who somehow scrutinised all reports of Diana and Dodi's final days and managed to turn no doubt conflicting accounts and opinions into 4 brilliantly dramatised episodes which feel like a definitive screen version.
I prefer the sharpened pace of S6 after a disjointed S5. All the cast seem more comfortable in their respective roles ... except ... Dominic West is a great actor, his grief and regret is so believable in these episodes, but for me, West's natural charm and roguishness still doesn't fit well with Charles. Perhaps Camilla would disagree!
There are no such issues with Diana. It's a difficult task playing an icon hunted by the paparazzi, but Elizabeth Debicki radiates the right emotional intelligence and effortless star quality of the princess. In fact, Debicki's empathetic and assured performance largely carries these pivotal episodes and tops her earlier impressive work in S5.
Warning - long read: more detailed spoilers ahead! GO & WATCH THE EPISODES FIRST (NOW ON NETFLIX)
Interview/images: courtesy of Netflix & Elizabeth Debicki.
The final season of The Crown begins in Paris with a bold flash forward to a dog-walker who witnesses the crash at the Pont de l'Alma tunnel. It's a jarring change of tone after S5, but effective.
From the start, we know where this story is headed. But first, it's back to Diana on her summer hols, impertinent rodents scurrying in the palace and Charles getting grumpy over the Queen not showing up for Camilla's birthday. Reassuringly, it's royal business as usual.
^ Happy 50th, Camilla. I'm with the Queen about this pair; still not quite on board.
Enter Dodi Fayed, who could not be more different to his overbearing father. Khalid Abdalla infuses the shy son-of-a-billionaire with an engaging soulfulness which contradicts Dodi's two-timing behaviour.
Dodi starts out romancing his fiancée, Kelly Fisher (Erin Richards), but after being bullied into it by his father Mohamed Al-Fayed, Dodi pursues Princess Diana. For a while, Dodi juggles both women, before redeeming himself and confessing the truth to Diana.
^ Diana & Dodi. This time, it's Diana herself who ends up not quite on board this ship.
BAFTA nominee Salim Daw is a force of nature as a magnificently Machiavellian Mohamed Al-Fayed. Daw's performance, along with Elizabeth Debicki's note-perfect Diana, is a standout in S6.
Those who had concerns that The Crown was too generous towards the real Al-Fayed in S5 have no such worries about S6. By episode 3, Mohamed almost crosses into arch villain territory, bribing Dodi into marrying Diana to get British citizenship and raise his social status.
^ Mohamed Al-Fayed. Give him a cat & he'd be the perfect future Bond villain.
It's a controversial post-death chat with a 'ghost' which (nearly) absolves The Crown's Mohamed. Salim Daw is tremendously genuine during his imagined conversation with Dodi, sobbing for forgiveness. Too little, too late, but we feel his real pain about the loss of his son.
Before watching these episodes, the idea of Ghost!Dodi and Diana in the show did seem off-putting. Confession: I didn’t make it through the surrealistic film ‘Spencer’, where Diana talks to the ghost of Anne Boleyn (although Kristen Stewart seemed well cast in her role.)
Now that I've actually seen the 'ghost' scenes in The Crown, they don't feel ghoulish or disrespectful. Following the crash, both Charles (Dominic West) and Imelda Staunton’s Queen have small conversations with Diana, as though the princess is still with them.
You could take that to mean they’ve gone full royal-bats-in-the-belfry, but as a person who recently lost my dad, I talk to the dead all the time. It’s often what happens when you lose somebody you love. To see this depicted on The Crown felt honest. And human.
^ Wassup, Betty? Just chillin', chatting w/dead Di* (*not dialogue from The Crown)
As the show wades through the aftermath of the crash, dealing with public sorrow, funerals and grief-stricken young William and Harry, it becomes heartbreaking. However, The Crown does handle heavy subject matter very well, as shown in episodes such as ‘Aberfan.’
With a golden jubilee coming up, hopefully Pt 2 of this final season will be more uplifting, and feature more scenes with Imelda Staunton as Elizabeth II. When we do see the Queen in Pt 1, her intonation is superb. There’s continuity too, with Staunton merging Claire Foy’s vulnerability and regality with Olivia Colman’s steely durability.
I'm no ardent monarchist, but now that we've said goodbye to Diana, I can't imagine that The Crown would end without paying tribute to another Queen of Hearts who reigned for over 70 years.
THE CROWN S6 PT 2:-premieres on Netflix | Thurs 14th Dec 2023
N.B: These are just my (humble) opinions at this point in time. No offence is intended. Agreement = lovely; not compulsory. Disagreement = happens; kindly coexist. Ta!
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