#ann gets engaged

[sieglinde-freud]

big fan of fogado/celine political marriage but no ones making them do it theyre just like seven thousand layers deep in their own overthinking hell and they were both aromantic

[bennetsbonnet]

I meet up with my friend for lunch pretty much every Friday and there's a bookshop in one of the towns we visit but every time we visit it seems it's always closed.

Until today...

I had a very lucky Friday the 13th as it transpired!

[zenchii]

I'm glad people on Tumblr are mostly normal if you ship damianya on twitter they act like you killed someone 😭

[aimeedaisies]

The Princess Royal’s Official Engagements in June 2024

04/06 As Master of the Corporation of Trinity House, attended the Trinitytide Anniversary Annual Court Meeting, Church Service and Luncheon. 💼⛪️🍽️

As Colonel-in-Chief, The Royal Corps of Signals, this afternoon inspected The Queen’s Gurkha Signals Regiment on public duties at St James’s Palace. 🫡

As Chairman of the International Olympic Committee Members Election Commission, held a Members Election Commission Meeting at St James’s Palace. 💼

05/06 With Sir Tim As Colonel-In-Chief of The Royal Regina Rifles, unveiled a statue and attended a Reception at 10 Place des Canadiens, Thue et Mue, Bretteville. 🇬🇧🇫🇷🇨🇦

With Sir Tim Attended a service of commemoration and reception to mark the 80th anniversary of the D-Day Landings at Bayeux War Cemetery. 🪦🪖

With Sir Tim As President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, attended the Annual Service in Bayeux Cathedral to commemorate the 80th anniversary of the D-Day Landings. ⛪️

With Sir Tim As President of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, attended a service to commemorate the 80th Anniversary of the D-Day Landings at Bayeux War Cemetery. 🪦🕯️

06/06 With Sir Tim Attended the Annual Founder’s Day Parade at the Royal Hospital Chelsea. 💂

As Colonel of The Blues and Royals (Royal Horse Guards and 1st Dragoons), attended a Household Cavalry Council Meeting at Hyde Park Barracks. 🐎

07/06 Opened Forest of Dean Community Hospital. 🏥

Visited Ruskin Mill Trust in Nailsworth. 🏫

09/06 Attended the Bramham International Horse Trials Prize Giving, on its 50th anniversary. 🏇🏼

11/06 Opened Mercator Media Limited’s 25th Anniversary Seawork Marine Exhibition in Southampton. ⛴️

As Patron of the British Nutrition Foundation, visited the British Armed Forces Nutrition Programme at The Royal Logistic Corps Regimental Museum in Winchester. 🍏🍊

As Patron of Farms for City Children, and Past Master of the Worshipful Company of Butchers, attended a Festival of Learning at Butchers’ Hall. 🥩🥓🍖

Unofficial Sir Tim attended a reception at the King Edward VII Hospital and unveiled a plaque dedicated to Sir Jameson Boyd Adams. 🍾

With Sir Tim As Royal Fellow of the Royal Academy of Engineering, attended The Prince Philip Fund Commemoration Dinner at Prince Philip House. 🍽️🍾

12/06 On behalf of The King, held an Investiture at Windsor Castle. 🎖️

As Chancellor of the University of London, attended the School of Advanced Study 30th Anniversary Reception at Senate House. 📚📖

As President of The Duke of Edinburgh’s Commonwealth Study Conferences, attended a Dinner. 🍽️🗺️

13/06 As Patron of Transaid, visited the Multimodal 2024 Exhibition. 🛻

As Patron of the Townswomen’s Guilds, attended the Annual General Meeting. 💼

As Patron of the Foundation for Future London, attended the UK Cultural Exchange launch. 🇬🇧🗺️

With Sir Tim As President of the Royal Society for the encouragement of Arts, Manufactures and Commerce, attended a President’s Panel Discussion and Dinner. 🎤🍽️

14/06 Presided over a conference attended by the Colonels of the Regiments of the Household Division. 💂

Cavalry Regiments

Blues and Royals - Princess Anne

The Life Guards - Non - Royal

Footguards

Grenadier Guards - Queen Camilla

Coldstream Guards - Non - Royal

Scots Guards - Prince Edward

Irish Guards - Catherine, Princess of Wales

Welsh Guards - Prince William

Reserves

London Guards - Prince Edward

15/06 With Sir Tim Trooping the Colour

17/06 With Sir Tim Attended a chapter of the Most Noble Order of the Garter in the Throne Room, Windsor Castle. 🏰

With Sir Tim Attended a luncheon, hosted by the King, at Windsor Castle. 🍽️

With Sir Tim Attended an Installation Service was held in St George’s Chapel at which The Duchess of Gloucester was installed as a Lady of the Most Noble Order of the Garter. 🪽🎖️

18/06 unofficial Attended day one of Royal Ascot. 🏇🏼

19/06 unofficial Attended day two of Royal Ascot. 🏇🏼

20/06 unofficial With Sir Tim Attended day three (Ladies Day) of Royal Ascot. 🏇🏼

21/06 With Sir Tim Attended the RNLI Beating Retreat, Reception and Dinner at the Old Royal Naval College in Greenwich. 🛟🥂🍽️

22/06 With Sir Tim As Patron of the Eric Liddell 100, attended a Service in St Giles’ Cathedral, followed by a Reception to commemorate 100 years since Eric Liddells Olympic gold medal win. 🥇

~ Engagements cancelled due to hospitalisation ~

Total official engagements for Anne in June:

2024 total so far:

Total official engagements accompanied by Tim in June:

2024 total so far:

FYI - due to certain royal family members being off ill/in recovery I won't be posting everyone's engagement counts out of respect, I am continuing to count them and release the totals at the end of the year.

[princessanneftw]

Princess Anne and Sir Tim Laurence will visit Gibraltar on 17 and 18 November 2023

[sieglinde-freud]

need to binge every fogado support i need to refresh my memory of him completely

[swaglexander-the-great]

This includes: Do not DISLIKE Youtube videos of performances. Youtube still counts this as 'viewer engagement' and therefore the algorithm will promote massively disliked videos. Negative comments on Youtube videos will also boost videos, as they are viewer engagement too. To kill a video according to Youtube's algorithm you literally have to just ignore it.

just a reminder to COMPLETELY boycott Eurovision this year; Azerbaijan and Israel, despite committing genocide, are STILL allowed to compete & have NOT been banned. by refusing to ban both countries, Eurovision is profiting off of the genocide of Palestinians and Armenians.

do not listen to the artists. do not pirate or stream the artists' music, and this applies to ALL the artists who are competing and performing this year. do not listen to the songs on ANY platform, do not give them ANY attention.

write to your broadcasters and tell them you REFUSE to watch the channels until they recognise the Armenian and Palestinian genocides & that you find it disgusting how they are allowing Eurovision despite Azerbaijan and Israel's entries.

do NOT give eurovision OR the competing artists ANYTHING but silence.

boycott ALL of eurovision.

[docholligay]

Do you think authors sometimes don't realize how their, uh, interests creep into their writing? I'm talking about stuff like Robert Jordan's obvious femdom kink, or Anne Rice's preoccupation with inc*st and p*dophilia. Did their editors ever gently ask them if they've ever actually read what they've written?

Firstly, a reminder: This is not tiktok and we just say the words incest and pedophilia here.

Secondly, I don't know if I would call them 'interests' so much as fixations or even concerns. There are monstrous things that people think about, and I think writing is a place to engage with those monstrous things. It doesn't bother me that people engage with those things. I exist somewhere within the whump scale, and I would hope no one would think less of me just because sooner or later I like to rough a good character up a bit, you know? It's fun to torture characters, as a treat!

But, anyway, assuming this question isn't, "Do writers know they're gross when I think they are gross" which I'm going to take the kind road and assume it isn't, but is instead, "Do you think authors are aware of the things they constantly come back to?"

Sometimes. It can be jarring to read your own writing and realize that there are things you CLEARLY are preoccupied with. (mm, I like that word more than concerns). There are things you think about over and over, your run your mind over them and they keep working their way back in. I think this is true of most authors, when you read enough of them. Where you almost want to ask, "So...what's up with that?" or sometimes I read enough of someone's work that I have a PRETTY good idea what's up with that.

I've never read Robert Jordan and I don't intend to start (I think it would bore me this is not a moral stance) and I've really never read Rice's erotica. In erotica especially I think you have all the right in the world to get fucking weird about it! But so, when I was young I read the whole Vampire Chronicles series. I don't remember it perfectly, but there's plenty in it to reveal VERY plainly that Anne Rice has issues with God but deeply believes in God, and Anne Rice has a preoccupation with the idea of what should stay dead, and what it means to become. So, when i found out her daughter died at the age of six, before Rice wrote all of this, and she grew up very very Catholic' I said, 'yeah, that fucking checks out'.

Was Rice herself aware of how those things formed her writing? I think at a certain point probably yes. The character of Claudia is in every way too on the nose for her not to have SOME idea unless she was REAL REAL dense about her own inner workings. But, sometimes I know where something I write about comes from, that doesn't mean I'm interested in sharing it with the class. I would never ever fucking say, 'The reasons I seem to write so much of x as y is that z happened to me years ago' ahaha FUCK THAT NOISE. NYET. RIDE ON, COWBOY.

But I've known some people in fandom works who clearly have something going on and don't seem to realize it. Or they're very good at hiding it. Based on the people I'm talking about I would say it's more a lack of self-knowledge, and I don't even mean that unkindly. I have, in many ways, taken myself down to the studs and rebuilt it all, so I unfortunately am very aware of why I do and write the things I do most of the time. It's extremely annoying not to be able to blame something. I imagine it must be very freeing. But it ain't me, babe.

Anyway, a lot of words to say: Maybe! But that might not stop them from writing it, it might be a useful thing for them to engage with, and you can always just not read it.

Also, we don't censor words here.

[sabertoothwalrus]

Ace Attorney: Trials in Paradise 🌅

— an AA7 fan concept —

Initial Premise:

Since it’s designed for the Switch 2 (and thus made for a larger screen), the game will almost always have 2-3 characters on screen at a time, and will feature dozens of unique interaction animations between all sorts of character combos.

There has been another 7 year timeskip.

The old judge retired, and the new judge is his granddaughter!

The jurist system is featured.

This concept is heavily based around these designs.

The characters would have multiple outfits throughout the game, which become unlockable costumes, much like the DLC costumes of DD, SoJ, and TGAA games.

While this is way too specific to truly be a "prediction" of what aa7 could be, I tried to keep it (mostly) realistic to what I thought could actually be in an ace attorney game!

📦 Case 1: Turnabout Homecoming

Trucy left the nest and Phoenix doesn’t like living alone anymore, so Phoenix is moving into Edgeworth’s house. Apollo— who recently got his driver's license— was driving the moving van, and was accused because a body had been found in the vehicle. The true killer was one of the movers. I like the idea that you'd have to look through boxes for evidence, maybe the murder weapon was hidden within their belongings.

Defendant: Apollo Defense: Phoenix Weird Girl: Edgeworth Prosecutor: Diana Payne (Winston’s daughter) Detective: (drumroll…) Godot!! Witnesses: Larry (he was helping with the move), Leslie (one of the movers) Victim: Bee(another one of the movers) Killer: Anne(third mover)

(rest of the cases and a lotttt more art under the cut ↓ )

🎢 Case 2: Rollercoaster Turnabout

Maya and Pearl are on vacation at Blue Badger Land. Pearl is accused of murder after a body is found on an unpopular attraction that only Pearl enjoys going on. As an aside, Gumshoe is retired from detective work, and now works as a dog trainer. He trained Armando's service dog, Spot O'Coffee. Wendy Oldbag also serves as a witness, but she's pretty old at this point. Her memory has become fuzzy with age, and her testimonies begin to mix up information from other trials (which will be little references to previous games).

Defendant: Pearl Defense: Apollo Weird Girl: Maya Prosecutor: Klavier Detective: Godot Witnesses: Gumshoe (and his kids, Callum & Beau), Wendy Oldbag, Ride Operator Victim: Ride Safety Inspector Killer: Park Manager

💍 Case 3: My Love, Turnabout

Klavier has arranged a collab performance between Trucy and Lamiroir. Hugh Dini, Trucy's assistant and boyfriend, is accused when his stunt double is found dead. Hugh is very cagey about his alibi, but it's because he was planning to propose and didn't want Trucy to know yet. Franziska takes this and spins it into a jealousy plot, and insinuates he killed his stunt double out of envy. Because Hugh is actually pretty shy, he has a habit of not speaking up, which only incriminates him further. A twist in the case is revealed during a cross-examination when it turns out the "gold band" the witness is referring to wasn't Hugh's engagement ring, but instead about a gold bangle. This immediately puts Apollo under suspicion, until Phoenix drops a hint that someone else (Lamiroir) has a gold bracelet as well. The truth about Trucy and Apollo's sibling relationship is revealed when Athena finds an unexpected emotion in Phoenix's mood matrix, and Lamiroir decides it’s time to break the news.

Defendant: Hugh Dini Defense: Athena Weird Girl: Phoenix, Apollo (← steps in when Phoenix has to get cross-examined) Prosecutor: Franziska Detective: Ema Witnesses: Lamiroir, Trucy, Hugh Dini Fangirl Victim: Hugh's Stunt Double Killer: Jealous Trucy Stan

🏝️ Case 4: The Getaway

This one isn’t a traditional case.

After Manfred Von Karma divorced his first wife, Bianka, he moved to Europe, and his previous home was left uninhabited until his eldest daughter, Karla Von Karma, discovers she has inherited it. She decides to turn the beachside property into a bed & breakfast, and invites her half-sister Franziska and adoptive brother Edgeworth to give the manor a trial run and let her know if it’s suitable for visitors. Edgeworth brings along Wright Anything Agency, because… why not treat them to a break?

But of course, their vacation quickly takes a turn when they find a literal skeleton in the closet.

Not all of the rooms in the estate had been searched. Manfred’s study has a large, padlocked safe, and Karla hadn’t gotten around to hiring a locksmith to open it for her. Phoenix tries “0001” for the hell of it, and the only thing more surprising than that combination successfully opening the safe is the body folded up inside.

They can’t imagine the killer was anyone other than Manfred Von Karma, but— since he’s already been executed— they’re not sure if a trial even needs to be held. They need to investigate the situation to determine with absolute certainty it was, in fact, Von Karma, because otherwise they’d need to find a new suspect. Obviously, the group of criminal justice lawyers aren’t not going to get to the bottom of it.

Except Apollo, who has decided he wants nothing to do with solving the murder. He came on this trip for a vacation, dammit, and that's exactly what he's gonna do. He heads back outside to the beach, and leaves everyone else to the investigation.

The first mystery is figuring out when the murder happened. The police arrive, and Ema estimates that the remains are about 30-40 years old, which is around the time the Von Karma family moved out. Since Manfred & Bianka had divorced in 1999, they start to wonder if Manfred had even still been residing here when the murder took place, but the body is found with a train ticket dated for January of 2002. A time period that just so happens to line up with the one singular vacation Manfred took during his entire career— to recover from a gunshot wound that he couldn’t even trust a doctor with knowing about.

The body is wearing a housekeeper's uniform, and they identify her as Ophelia Falsch. They conclude that she was killed because she had discovered Manfred’s injury, and he wanted to eliminate the witness. They think they have the case over and done with, but then Ema comes back with the dental analysis. She explains there was no dental record of an "Ophelia Falsch", but the teeth did match Bianka Von Karma.

This raises some questions. Why was Bianka dressed as Ophelia? Was there a more personal reason Manfred could have killed his ex-wife? Could Ophelia have been involved as well?

Since the murder happened so long ago, they don't even know where to begin with finding witnesses. Karla was 18 at the time of the murder, and had just moved out, so she wasn't present. Edgeworth, of all people, is the one to suggest an unconventional idea: why not ask Von Karma himself?

The manor is in a remote location that's only accessible by train or boat, and since it's late, Maya won't be able to get there until the next morning. In the meantime, they check up on Apollo, only to find him getting scolded by a woman about having his chair on the beach. She explains that she's Karla's daughter, Angelika Von Karma, and that she's impassioned about marine ecology. She just discovered the beach had become a nesting site for an endangered species of sea turtles, and is worried about disrupting it.

The next morning, Maya arrives, and Phoenix and Edgeworth hold a mock trial in the foyer. Manfred is channeled, but is uncooperative, so they try... a different method. Phoenix and Edgeworth perform a reenactment of how they think the murder happened, while Trucy and Athena watch Manfred to see if they can glean any information based on his reactions.

Manfred breaks down and confesses to the murder, but is telling the truth when he says that he didn't know the victim was Bianka; he did, in fact, think he had killed a housekeeper who found out about his gunshot wound. After this, his spirit is released.

As puzzling as this is— who was Ophelia, anyway?— they can't do anymore investigating because Karla has become very upset. The whole ordeal has caused long-repressed emotions to resurface. She's always felt a little bit resentful towards Franziska because their father left Bianka for Franziska's mother, Levina, and always felt like she had her family taken from her. On top of that, Manfred had done everything he could to get full custody of Karla in the divorce, and she never saw her mother again. She's angry that that wasn't enough— he'd gone and killed her too.

Karla and Franziska get into a big fight, and the whole trip ends up cancelled.

🚂 Case 5: Turnabout Train Car

They all board the train to head home. The mood is really awkward and it's kind of a bummer. Since the train is only way out of the area, Karla has to board as well, albeit in another car.

And because nothing is ever easy, there’s a murder on the train.

The victim was the owner of the train, Diesel Porter. He was found in his private sleeping room, and the only other room on that train car was being occupied by Karla, so naturally, she is accused.

Since Ema and the police are already on the train, they’re able to take control of the situation until the train makes it back to town. The Wright Anything Agency isn’t allowed to investigate the crime scene much, so they opt to interrogate the other odd passengers.

They get a helpful tip from the train’s bartender that Cole Porter, son of Diesel Porter, had been making plans to build a resort. They also find out that the train company had been losing money, since they weren’t getting many passengers.

The next day in court, Phoenix claims Cole killed his father to inherit the company, but Cole denies it because, why would he want to inherit a dying company? And Phoenix turns it around by bringing up the resort plans and how he wanted to build it on Karla’s property. He couldn’t just kill Karla, because then they’d have to take care of Angelika and Franziska too, so they needed Karla to feel like she had no choice but to sell it.

The trial goes to recess and Cole is apprehended for questioning, but at that moment they get word that someone else has just been murdered on the train— the bartender from before.

Phoenix goes back to the train investigate and boards when it’s stopped on the mountaintop station. While he’s investigating the train’s caboose, Cole’s wife, Electra, detaches it from the rest of the train. Cole and his wife were in cahoots! Phoenix is sent hurtling backwards down the mountain in the runaway car, and manages to pull the emergency brake just before reaching the bottom. He’s ended up back by the manor, and calls to have a boat sent to pick him up.

While he waits, he finds Angelika is still here studying the turtles. She gives him permission to go inside the manor again to investigate. He finds the deed to the house, along with an old photo that has a letter written on the back. It’s addressed to Bianka from Levina (Franziska’s mother).

The case is solved when Phoenix proves that both Cole & Electra Porter were involved in the murders. The land becomes protected by the government in order to keep the sea turtles safe, since they are endangered.

After the trial, Phoenix shows Karla and Franziska the letter he’d found. It turns out Levina hired Bianka as a housekeeper under the alias “Ophelia” so that she could still see her daughter Karla. The photo depicts a teenage Karla playing with a baby Franziska. Levina and Bianka had a good relationship, and had made efforts to keep their families together.

Karla and Franziska apologize to each other, and agree to get along better.

Defendant: Karla Von Karma Defense: Phoenix Weird Girl: Athena & Apollo Prosecutor: Franziska Detective: Ema & Godot Witnesses: Train Conductor, Old Passenger, Tain Bartender Victim: Diesel Porter Killer: Cole & Electra Porter

💃 (DLC) Case 6: Turnabout Runway

Klavier has been invited as a guest judge for a fashion tv competition. He invites Pearl (and Apollo) to the shooting as an apology for accusing her for murder & because of their shared interest in fashion. "Lip sync for your life" but literally.

Defendant: Lady Killer Defense: Athena Weird Girl: Pearl Prosecutor: Blackquill Detective: Ema Witnesses: ensemble of drag queens/models, Klavier Victim: Taxi Macabre Killer: Paul Rue

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

you're laughing. there is an alternate fantasy high timeline where mary ann is the barbarian of the bad kids and plays bass, gorgug is best friends with biz and co-prez of the av club, sandra lynn is with sklonda and squeem is dead and you're laughing. ally beardsley is getting to play their unused pc, sir amanda maillard, and you're laughing. fig and ayda got engaged and she recorded a 80-minutes long proposal album for her and you're laughing. cody walsh and loose baron were pronounced creepy and freaky by kristen applebees in an olive garden and you're laughing. PINOCCHIO IS BECOMING THE SETTING AND YOU'RE LAUGHING.

[delicateperspective]

Glastonlarry 2025 Breakdown

Before I begin, I want to emphasize the importance of critical thinking when engaging with content like this. Timelines are incredibly helpful for seeing the broader picture, but they’re not infallible—I may get details wrong or unintentionally leave something out. It's essential that we all take responsibility for doing our own research, verifying sources, and not accepting any narrative at face value, no matter who it comes from.

Also, keep in mind that everything I’m about to share is unfolding in real time. There will likely be updates, shifts, and new information emerging in the days ahead that will add more depth or context to this timeline. But as of the final day of Glastonbury, here’s where things stand.

The Lead-Up

December 21st, 2024 - Harry follows Doechii February 9th - Harry follows Alaina Haim February 21st - Louis follows Nova Twins March 6th - Glasto official line-up drops March 7th - Louis follows Beabadoobee

Wednesday, June 25th

2:59 PM - The first picture appears of Louis with Oli and Tommy

An article in Variety later talks about Louis being in a great mood - "'Glastooooo! a stranger yelled behind me as I checked into the hospitality campsite at Glastonbury Festival on Wednesday. Only, it wasn't really a stranger: it was Louis Tomlinson of One Direction fame, lugging a huge rucksack and getting hyped with his friends for the five days of music and partying that lay ahead. Without stopping to ask for a photo or whispering about who he was, several festivalgoers around us echoed his call, reveling in the excitement to come."

3:28 PM - Harry is seen walking around London in a vintage Olympics windbreaker

Around 5PM - Pleasing launches a 21 hr countdown for "Happy Accident" with an email campaign that says "Sorry to bother you, but I think this is yours"

Later that night - Harry goes to the ballet

Thursday, June 26th

12:30 PM - Michael Blackwell and Lou Teasdale both post that they on their way to Glasto (seperately)

1:15 PM - Zara's pannel starts

3:00 PM - Another Pleasing campaign: Perfume with a plot twist, inspired by seemingly wrong turns turned out quite alright. Excuse me, you dropped something. Reimagining mistakes as moments of oppurtunity and leaing into the messiness of everyday life. A trip to someplace joyfully unexpected.

3:53 PM - The first pictures of L and Zara emerge with a body guard.

5:10 PM - The Sun runs an article showing L watching Zara's panel. People on site say he was only there long enough to get the video (rumor).

Friday, June 27th

10:00 AM - Sam (Lou T's sister) and Tommo Campbell post that they are on the way to Glasto

12:07 PM - An article saying that L has a tent for himself and one for alchohol but Zara staying off-site. “Louis is determined to make it a weekend to remember and has planned everything with military like precision - including making sure enough booze is available. He has his own tent - and one just for the drinks.”

1:00 PM - Oli, Lou's sound engineer, posts that he has arrived at Glasto

1:00 PM - Anne posts a video about an elder lesbian wedding where they are so happy to not have to refer to each other as their cousins anymore.

1:00 PM - Simon Jones arrives at Glasto

1:14 PM - Lottie posts an Instagram photo of herself, Lewis, and Louis.

2:15 PM - Lou, Zara, Michael, Bodyguard, Lottie, Lewis, Oli, and Tommy watch the Inhaler set. Tommy is wearing a shirt with 2011 One Direction on it.

3:47 PM - Chris Frewin (not in any pictures with Lou) posts a story from Kneecap's Glasto set

3:51 PM - Zara posts about her apparel brand

5:31 PM - Harry is first seen at Glasto with the video and article breaking via The Sun before any fan videos drop. With Kidd Harpoon and Rob Stringer. Harry Styles sparks hopes of mini One Direction reunion at Glastonbury as he’s spotted backstage in tiny shorts. His pal Louis Tomlinson was seen on site supporting girlfriend Zara McDermott

Around this time - Harry seems happy, dancing to music at a food truck with Kidd Harpoon. He is also spotted talking to Emma Corrin.

5:36 PM - Lottie posts with Lewis and Oli and Zara and Lou in the background. She also posts a picture with just her and Louis.

5:43 PM - Zara posts a selfie with Oli

9:13 PM - Simon Jones posts from The NYC Downlow in the Block 9 section of Glasto

11:48 PM - Anne posts a rainbow image "While you're overthinking and doubting yourself, someone else is looking at you wondering how you do it all. Keep going"

Though it is rumored that Harry was at The 1975s headlining set, there are no pictures or videos. In fact, there are no pictures or videos of EITHER OF THEM from any time after the inital hour of Harry arriving.

Saturday, June 28th

12:00 PM - Zara's best friend Jade arrives at Glasto with Harry's "ex" Nadine Leopold

3:29 PM - Zara gives an exclusive interview to The Sun. Addressing their awkward pitchside head-to-head, Zara insists: “The only thing in my life that's worth writing about is the work I do. “I see some of the things that are written and I'm like, ‘Why do we focus on the non-existent drama?’ Sometimes that can be frustrating, but I suppose it’s all part of the industry.” ... “I spend my day job going out and filming with really vulnerable people. And it’s shaped me so much as a person that it's made me not sweat the small stuff any more, “ she explains. “I don’t care about social media as much as I used to, or about the aesthetic or the image. I value so much real relationships and real support around me, and being that to other people. “I'm a totally different person to the one I was when I was 21 years old and stepped into what appeared to be a glitzy world of showbiz. My day to day life is not at all glitz and glamour.”

8:00 PM - Louis and crew watch Raye from GA while Simon Jones watches from VIP area

8:16 PM - Lottie posts a video of her and Lewis, Tommy, Lou, and Zara

8:46 PM - We get an article based on that social media post. Zara McDermott cuddles up to Louis Tomlinson’s sister at Glastonbury as romance gets family seal of approval.

9:07 PM - The Sun publishes "Harry Styles parties ‘incognito’ in the Glastonbury crowds until 6am – with another One Direction star there too" The former One Direction man was hard at it until around 6am yesterday at the Somerset festival’s happening party district Block9.

At some point this night, Harry orders two chicken wing meals and we get video of him at a food stand with what looks suspicously like a rainbow bear attached to his bag.

After 8PM there are no more pictures of either of them currently reported.

Sunday, June 29th

12:21 AM - The Telegraph posts an article saying "There will be quite a few sore heads among the A-list set this morning, since I have heard reports that a topless Andrew Scott, Rita Ora, Ncuti Gatwa, Tilda Swinston wearing a stick-on moustche and someone who looked suspiciously like Harry Styles were key players on the dance floor at Riotous gay club NYC Downlow last night.

2:30 AM - A video is taken of a 12-second kiss between Harry and a mystery woman.

7:00 AM - Louis likes a romantic reel on Instagram of Harry giving him a loving look with the caption "the way harry looks at him" and a song by Bruno Mars saying "if the world was ending I'd want to be next to you"

8:30 AM - Louis unlikes the reel

8:30 AM - Lottie posts a video of a dark club with an insect sculpture.

8:30 AM - Lottie removes an eariler video of Zara from her stories

10:24 AM - Zara posts photoshoot of her in the walkway at glasto from the day before. Tabloids report this as a bad move.

10:25 AM - Lloyd posts from vacation (clearly not at Glasto) and tags Glasto

11:17 AM - Pleasing posts about Happy Accident again. "Smells like Sweet depositions and sunny outlooks" "a little whoops-that-actually-worked" "Pardon us, but we beleive this is yours"

8:00 PM - Zara posts from the Nile Rogers set and tags Lottie and Lewis. Lewis then posts a video showing all of them including Louis and Zara. Louis is wearing a shirt with heart eyes and the back says "hopless romantic"

9:55 PM - Eleanor Calder sips tea unbottherd in Abdu Dhabi on her insta story

10:00 PM - The Sun posts the video of Harry kissing someone at 2AM. BEST SNOG EVER Watch Harry Styles passionately snog mystery woman as ‘sparks fly’ in packed Glastonbury VIP area. One onlooker said: “Harry only had eyes for this woman and sparks were flying as soon as they were together. “Harry turned up with a few of his mates but as soon as she got there, they were almost inseparable. “She kissed him on the cheek three times before he took her hand and led her to the dancefloor. “Just short of an hour after they arrived, they kissed in front of loads of other people and didn’t seem to care who was watching.

(this is the same headline "Best Snog Ever" that they used for their other super exclusive kiss pictures from CR just a few months ago. The ones with Louis and Zara.)

Notes/Observations:

Again, details and photos/videos should slowly roll out over the next week or so that might fill in some gaps in this timeline, but for now this is what we have through Sunday night.

The Sun has now identified the woman as a London-based producer believed to be named Ella Kenny.

There are a small handful of people at The Sun which appear to be deeply ingrained in the reporting of the ZMc "relationship" and this weekends events. I won't name them, but they're not exactly being subtle or quiet.

As of the close of Glastonlarry 2025, the events of the weekend speak volumes—not just through what was shown, but through what was deliberately obscured. For the first time in years, Louis and Harry were not only confirmed to be in the same place, but surrounded by coordinated press coverage and strikingly synchronized personal signals. A single like on Instagram—just one reel of a loving glance, paired with romantic lyrics—said more than any interview ever could. If we’ve learned anything from tracking these timelines over the years, it’s that what isn’t said often reveals more than what is and when we don't see them is often just as important as when we do.

[sieglinde-freud]

NOBODY OUT HERE FUCKING WITH TIMIVY WHEN THEY LITERALLY GOT THE SEXY BATTLE CG?!?!?!?!! NOBODY?!!?!!?!!!!??!!!

also side note she looks so fucking good. the hair????!? girl waist where?!?! the gold jewelry on her back?!!!!!! shes so hot sorry intsys draw her like this more often please

[heldbybarnes]

bucky barnes is the kind of man to get his woman flowers every week. anyone who disagrees can argue with the door!

SHUT UP

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Every Saturday, without fail, there was a new bouquet waiting on the kitchen table. No wrapping. No price tag. No store label.

Just Bucky’s big hands and his ridiculous heart, arranging blooms he picked himself—sometimes from the farmers’ market, sometimes from the green patch beside your building, and once, infamously, from the abandoned lot two blocks over (“They were just growing there, doll, no one was using them”).

You never asked for it. You never expected it.

But God, you loved it.

Because every bouquet was different.

And every bouquet said something he didn’t always know how to put into words.

— Week 1: Daisies and hydrangeas. You smiled at them like they were a puppy and kissed his nose. He saved it in his phone:

☀️ Week 1: Hydrangeas = good. Nose kiss = level 8 excitement. Daisies = “cutest ever.”

Week 4: Lavender, rosemary, and tiny wild roses. You put your face in the bundle and sighed. “I want to live inside this smell.” He wrote:

💜 Week 4: Lavender = maybe top tier. Rosemary = earthy = “like the smell of your hoodie.” Wild roses = tiny love explosions.

— Week 7: Snapdragons and Queen Anne’s lace. You stared at them, confused, then said, “It’s giving haunted Victorian attic.” He deleted them from the running:

🥀 Week 7: Never again. We don’t haunt. We flourish.

—

Bucky never told you he was keeping track.

He didn’t need to, really. Watching your face when you spotted the bouquet was the highlight of his week. It was soft, domestic magic. The kind he never thought he’d deserve. And he built it one stem at a time.

“You’re ridiculous,” you told him every Saturday, smiling so hard it made your cheeks hurt.

“Maybe,” he’d shrug, stealing a kiss. “But you’re mine. So.”

— It was just something he did.

Like leaving the porch light on if you were out late. Like tying the grocery bags twice so they didn’t break. Like reaching for your hand when he’s half-asleep on the couch.

It was love—unassuming and intentional. Bucky-style.

Which is why you weren’t expecting to find anything.

But one lazy Tuesday, when your phone died mid-zoom and you grabbed his to check your calendar, it happened. You opened his notes app. Thought nothing of it. Just looking for the shared passwords note at the top.

Until your eyes caught a folder labeled:

Doll’s Bloom Report 💐

Curious, you clicked.

And suddenly, you were face to face with a log that went back months.

Week 3 Poppies and chamomile = absolute hit. Called them “pocket sunshine.” Wore yellow dress next day.

Week 6 Peonies = huge win. Took 73 photos. “Soft like your heart.” (Note: she means mine.)

Week 8 Daffodils = tears. Not sure if happy or emotional but immediate hug. Try again near birthday?

Week 10 Dahlias = engagement vibes??? She whispered “I’d marry you with these.” Act cool. Don’t propose yet.

Your throat tightened as you kept scrolling. You couldn’t stop smiling. Or blinking. Or breathing properly.

Every flower. Every reaction. Every tiny murmur you hadn’t realized he heard—he had remembered it. Written it down like it was gospel.

Like you were gospel.

“Doll?” His voice carried from the kitchen. “You seen my—oh.”

He stopped in the doorway.

You were still holding his phone. Still staring at the screen. Tears pooling in your eyes.

Busted.

“…Shit,” Bucky whispered, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh—I can explain.”

You looked up at him.

“You have a bloom report, James Buchanan Barnes?”

He winced. “It sounds weird when you say it out loud.”

You stood slowly, crossing to him with the phone still in hand.

“I thought you just liked flowers.”

“I do,” he said defensively. “But I like you more.”

You blinked up at him, heart thudding.

“I wanted to remember what makes you smile the longest. Which ones you stare at without knowing. Which ones you keep by the bed instead of the table.” He hesitated, then added, “I just wanted to keep getting it right.”

You didn’t say anything. Not right away.

Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest.

And then—you started laughing.

Not because it was funny. But because it was so Bucky. Sweet in ways no one ever saw coming. Devoted in the quietest, loudest ways.

“I was gonna delete it before the wedding,” he said, sheepish. “Start fresh for marriage.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “You’re not deleting it.”

“I’m not?”

“You’re expanding it. Every week. Forever.”

He smiled, bashful and brilliant. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Because I plan on giving you a lot of reactions to log.”

He leaned down to kiss you, slow and soft.

And just before your lips touched, he whispered, “Week twenty-two: Found out she knows. Reaction: full-body tackle hug. Possible tears. Will require new folder: Married Blooms.”

You laughed into his mouth, arms tight around him.

—

That Saturday, the bouquet waiting for you on the table was made of white tulips and forget-me-nots. He’d added a handwritten card this time. It read:

I still don’t know all your favorite flowers yet. But I know how you light up when you love something. And that’s enough. —Bucky Week 23 💙

And yeah—maybe you tackled him all over again.

Maybe the vase nearly tipped.

Maybe the neighbors heard your laughter through the walls.

But Bucky just kissed your nose, tugged you onto his lap, and added another note to the list:

Week 23: Forget-me-nots = peak softness. “You are my favorite flower, Barnes.” I’m so gone for her.

And he was.

Happily, hopelessly, permanently gone.

For you.

For every bouquet.

For every Saturday yet to come.

Forever.

[hargreeves-duncan]

⎯⎯ JUST WHAT I NEEDED PT. 2

pt. 1

visual is for vibes only, reader’s appearance is nondescript!

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x fem!reader

summary: announcing your engagement to jake’s sisters over dinner

warnings: mentions of alcohol

word count: 2.4k

a/n: FINALLY, here’s the part two with jake’s sisters!! enjoy

The kitchen barely fit everyone in it.

The Seresins might’ve been a wealthy family, but even their spacious farmhouse kitchen wasn’t built to accommodate three sisters, a husband, two kids, Carol Ann, George, you and Jake all at once.

The twins were the first to come barreling through the front door into the kitchen, a flurry of cries of ‘Uncle Jakey!’ and ‘Miss Y/N!’ following them.

“Hey, guys!” Jake grinned brightly, crouching down and opening his arms wide. They tumbled into his waiting arms, bursting with giggles, and he wrapped them up into a tight, bear hug.

Jake held them close for a moment, savouring the feeling of being back home with his family again, before pulling back, keeping an arm around each of them.

“Look at you two,” he pressed a kiss to Georgia Lee and Wyatt’s foreheads in turn, “Are you growing like crazy or am I shrinking?”

“You’re shrinking!” Georgia replied, laughing as she leaned against her uncle.

Wyatt nodded along to his sister’s words, as if they were indisputable, “It’s true. Grandpa said it’s what happens when you get old.”

“I’m not old!” Jake protested, his smile suddenly dropping into a dramatic frown, “I’m 34!”

“Exactly, Uncle Jakey. You’re super old now.” Wyatt said gently, as if breaking the news. He wandered over to you and wrapped his little arms around your waist instead.

Jake’s jaw was on the floor - you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Lord, they’ve already got him on the ropes,” called a familiar voice.

Pregnant with her third child, Savannah entered the house behind her twins, sighing softly. She was absolutely glowing - looking elegant in a dove-white dress, her blonde curls trailing over her shoulders.

Her husband, Mark, followed behind, looking significantly less enthusiastic as he balanced a tote bag, a rainbow, glittery, sequinned backpack (belonging to Georgia Lee) and a cake tray through the entryway.

“Savannah,” Jake moaned from the floor, Georgia Lee still clinging to his neck, “Would you mind teaching your boy how to respect his uncle?”

“When his uncle learns how to respect his mother,” she shot back, hands on her hips as she stared down her baby brother, “I haven’t had a phone call from you in months, Jake Seresin.”

Jake scooped up his niece onto his hip and stood, wrapping his free arm around Savannah in a tight hug, “Yeah, noted. I’m sorry, Sav, really.”

She softened and pecked his cheek, leaving a pink kiss mark across it, “It’s fine. But we worry about you.”

You took Wyatt onto your own hip with a soft grunt of effort, standing at Jake’s side. Savannah’s face instantly softened with relief.

“If I didn’t know you had this angel watching over you, I’d have called a search party by now.”

She wrapped her arms around you warmly, resting her head on your shoulder, “Thank you for taking care of him, sweetheart. Lord knows he needs it.”

Over your shoulder, Savannah continued to glare daggers at her brother, mouthing something terrible.

Jake held a hand up in shock, glancing back at his mother, “Ma! Did you just see that? Did you see what she just called me?”

His mother was deep in conversation with Mike as they set out a key lime pie beside her pecan one, tutted at the interruption, “Oh, Jakey, settle down. She didn’t call you nothing.”

“Yeah, Jakey, come on, this is family time.” Savannah teased with a smirk, returning to her husband’s side.

“Unbelievable,” Jake sighed, looking down at his niece on his hip for backup, “You saw that, right?”

Georgia Lee nodded against his chest and Jake shook his head with a dramatic exhale.

When he turned around, he nearly jumped out of his skin, letting out a sharp cry, “Jesus H. Christ!”

Hallie stood there, smiling softly and adjusting the tartan sleeves of her shirt.

“Hallie, when did you get there?”

“Oh! I… I’ve been here the whole time.”

“Course you have.” Jake muttered, setting Georgia onto the floor again. He pulled Hallie into a hug, “Jesus, Hal, you gotta stop sneakin’ up on people like that.”

Still dusted in the dirt from her workday, she left faint smudges on Jake’s freshly-pressed dress shirt. The longer these greetings went on, the more of a sisterly memoir his outfit was becoming.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Before his gentlest sister could get a word in, the front door swung open again, followed by the sing-song of Lauren’s voice; “Your favourite child has arrived!”

Jake groaned, tipping his head back, like he was praying for the strength to be patient, “Here we go…”

She was coated from head to toe in denim, her plump lips glossed and her blonde hair styled to perfection. She breezed into the kitchen like some force of nature.

Wyatt squirmed in your arms and you quickly got the hint, setting him down just in time for him to sprint across the farmhouse to his auntie.

“Why aren’t the rest of ya’ll greeting me like my handsome nephew?” she joked, tossing her keys into a bowl and dropping a kiss on his cheek. “Hi, honey.”

You looped your arm through the nearest Seresin - Hallie, whose brown plaits knocked softly against your shoulder - and watched as Jake opened his mouth to deliver some snarky comment, only to be cut short.

Because walking in behind Lauren, in a bomber jacket and looking slightly unsure of what to do with herself, was Natasha Trace.

Phoenix.

Your fiancé’s coworker, reluctant friend, and the very woman Jake had been trying to set his sister up with since the day he’d met her.

Jake’s mouth dropped open like someone had unplugged his brain, “Phoenix?!”

Natasha smiled amusedly, nodding her head in greeting, “Bagman. It’s good to see you.”

Jake staggered back a step, pointing at Lauren with full dramatic offence, “You brought her?”

“Yeah,” Lauren shrugged, glancing back at Natasha, “I figured it was time.”

“You- you-“ Jake turned to you like you might back him up, completely gobsmacked, “Babydoll, Lauren brought Phoenix.”

You smiled, trying not to laugh, “I can see that.”

Natasha smile deepened as her arm slid possessively around Lauren’s waist.

Carol Ann’s eyes sparkled as she looked between the two women. “Well, would you look at that!”

“This house is just full of love today. I love it, George! I just love it! Having all my happy babies under one roof.” she smiled warmly, placing her hands over her heart.

Jake, stared incredulously between his teammate and his sister, “This whole time? You’ve been dating this whole time?”

“Six months,” Lauren replied breezily, plucking a grape off the centerpiece like she hadn’t just upended her baby brother’s entire matchmaking career, “I wanted to be sure before I brought her home, I know how attached you all can get.”

Jake gaped, looking betrayed on a cosmic level, “I tried to set you two up for years. You both told me to drop it!”

Natasha shrugged, folding her arms over her chest as she stepped closer, “Well, we needed time to work things out without the trauma of your involvement.”

“Okay, ouch.” Jake put a hand over his heart, but he was smirking cockily now, “This means I was right the whole time about you two though.”

“Don’t push it,” Lauren and Natasha said in perfect unison.

You chuckled, squeezing Hallie’s arm before stepping forward and wrapping Natasha in a hug, “Welcome to the family.”

“Thanks,” Natasha murmured against your shoulder, “You’re sure it’s safe?”

“Jury’s still out on that one.” you grinned, “but it’s a hell of a ride to come along for.”

Carol Ann clapped her hands together once, beaming. “Alright! Now that the surprises are out of the way, let’s get this table set. There’s enough of ya.”

“I can’t believe this,” Jake muttered to himself as he herded Wyatt and Georgia Lee toward the table, “Years of hard work and I don’t get any credit for trying.”

George, who had been mostly quiet up to now, passed by with a bottle of wine and patted his son on the shoulder, “We know you tried, boy. Sometimes it just takes a Seresin woman to get things done.”

Brushing past Jake’s arm, Georgia Lee held a stack of plates that was clearly too tall for her.

Jake’s eyes widened as he steadied her arms, “Whoa there, Georgia Lee - what kind of superhuman do you think you are? Let’s not test gravity tonight, alright?”

“But I can do it, Uncle Jakey!”

“I know you can, sweetheart. Just… maybe take three instead of twelve? How’s that?” he said, patting her head and taking sole possession of the plates.

Across the kitchen, Carol Ann was handing out cutlery like a general assigning battle stations; “Wyatt, baby, come do these napkins for Grandma. Hallie, sweetheart, get those vegetables plated up. Savannah, glasses. Lauren - you’re not off-duty just because you brought a girlfriend.”

“I brought the girlfriend,” Lauren corrected, winking at Natasha.

“That doesn’t get you out of chores,” her mother replied sweetly, handing her a tray of cornbread.

Jake helped George uncork the wine, muttering under his breath, “Six months. And nobody said anything.”

“Oh, get over yourself, Jakey,” Savannah snorted, laying out water pitchers, “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m wounded, which is completely different. I was never meddling! I was matchmaking! It’s a service. I deserved to know about the fruit of my labour.”

Mark chuckled as he helped one of the twins into their chair, “Don’t take it too hard, Jake. They got together, that’s what you wanted - who cares when they told you?”

“I do,” Jake hissed childishly, pouring the wine.

Carol Ann clapped her hands, satisfied as everyone began to take their seats, “Alright, alright, everyone sit down before this roast goes cold. Jakey, sweetheart, carve the meat.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded, shooting you a look and a wink as he stood.

The table filled with the hum of conversation, clinking glasses, and passing dishes as people plated up.

“Georgia Lee! You leave your brother’s cornbread alone, now, you hear me?” Savannah said sternly, glancing over the table at her daughter as she made a sneaky pass at her brother’s food.

“But, Ma, he’s not even gonna eat it!” Georgia Lee protested, whining, her hand hovering over Wyatt’s plate.

Savannah sighed, “Well, you still have to ask him first, Georgia. Mark, tell her.”

Mark nodded, pointing his knife at her,“Listen to your mother, Georgia Lee. Be nice and ask your brother.”

It felt like five hundred conversations were happening at the dinner table all at once. Finally, Jake sat, having carved all the meat.

“You know,” he said, eyes sweeping across his chaotically wonderful family, “this is kinda perfect.”

Carol Ann beamed at him from across the table, “Of course it is, baby. We’re all here together - it’s nice.”

She pointed her fork at him, tucking into her meat with a satisfied smile, “Now… I think it’s a good time for that full proposal story,”

“Proposal story?” Lauren’s eyebrows shot up, darting across the table. Hallie paused mid-bite, and Savannah nearly dropped her fork.

Jake cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as he said, nonchalantly, “Well… yeah, Y/N and I got engaged a couple weeks ago.”

A chorus of surprised gasps and exclamations filled the room.

“Wait - engaged? Since when?” Savannah leaned forward, eyes wide and sparkling.

“What? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Lauren said, half-laughing, half-shocked, exchanging a glance with her girlfriend.

“All this time?” Hallie added, laughing.

You exchanged a quick smile with Jake, who looked amused, “You’re tellin’ me that none of you noticed the giant fuc-“

You kicked Jake’s shin, nodding in the direction of his niece and nephew. He bit his tongue, grinning, “Freaking. Giant freaking rock on her hand.”

Savannah leaned back, shaking her head with a grin, “Jakey, I’m impressed. You really kept this under wraps.”

Jake shrugged, pretending to be modest, “Had to. I knew I’d be bombarded with questions and advice for weeks as soon as I told you.”

“Well, you were were right. I’ve already got a colour scheme in mind for the wedding.” Savannah grinned, winking at you across the table.

“And I’m sure it’s lovely,” Carol Ann beamed, cutting a slice of roast, “But, right now, I’m just dying to hear this proposal story.”

Jake leaned back in his chair, glancing around the table as all eyes locked onto him expectantly, “Alright, alright, settle in,” he chuckled, nodding toward his mother, “Since Ma has declared it story time…”

You gave him a look that said be nice and don’t embellish, but he knew the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth meant he could get away with murder right now.

“So,” Jake began, “We were on vacation a few weeks back, just the two of us. I’d been sitting on the ring for a while by then, biding my time.”

“And I kept hearing her casually mention all these things she liked: sunsets, quiet spots, picnics, champagne… subtle things,” he smirked, looking over at you.

“Oh, don’t say it like that,” you laughed, “I wasn’t being that obvious.”

Jake looked around the table, clearly unconvinced, “Y’all, she showed me her Pinterest board that was full of all the things she wanted on her wedding day.”

His sisters laughed, Savannah waving him on impatiently, “Alright, alright, Romeo. Get to the good part.”

“Right. So I find this stretch of private beach - real secluded, real quiet - and I tell her we’re just going for a casual afternoon. I make it sound low-key. ‘Wear flip-flops,’ I say. Meanwhile, I’ve got flowers, champagne, a cooler with all her favorite snacks… and I’m wearing Grandpa’s watch.”

That got a few knowing looks and nods.

“You wore that old thing?” George asked, raising an eyebrow at his son.

Jake nodded, “Yessir, I sure did. It was a special occasion.”

Carol Ann smiled proudly, already misty-eyed. George’s typical frown softened slightly.

“So we’re sitting on the blanket, sun’s setting, and I’m sweating like hell, tryin’ not to give anything away.” he looked at you, grinning wider, “And she’s just picking at these cheese cubes like nothing’s going on.”

“I wasn’t expecting it!” you chimed in, laughing.

“I know you weren’t, babydoll, that’s the point,” he patted your thigh, “Anyways, I wait ‘til the sky turns that pinky-orange color she likes, and I pull the ring out of my pocket and get down on one knee.”

Hallie gave a little gasp, hands clasped in front of her. Lauren mouthed finally at Natasha.

“And?” Carol Ann prompted, tears brimming in her eyes.

Jake turned toward you again, softer now, “And she said yes. Best moment of my life.”

You reached over, brushing your fingers across his, smiling fondly, “It was pretty perfect. I couldn’t stop smiling, I was so happy. I still am so happy.”

There was a pause, warm and full and happy, before Savannah wiped under her eye and said, “Alright, well, now I’m crying into the green beans, so, thanks for that.”

Lauren smirked, raising her wine glass, “To the future Mr. and Mrs. Seresin.”

And the glasses clinked all around.

tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @purplefluffycows

[official-linguistics-post]

Two new open-access books on inclusion and decolonization in linguistics!

Inclusion in Linguistics, Anne H. Charity Hudley, Christine Mallinson, Mary Bucholtz (Eds.) (2024), Oxford University Press

Full-text PDF Companion website

Decolonizing Linguistics, Anne H. Charity Hudley, Christine Mallinson, Mary Bucholtz (Eds.) (2024), Oxford University Press

Full-text PDF Companion website

Per Anne H. Charity Hudley, "we strongly encourage readers to engage with [the books] as a pair. The volumes and the models of decolonized and inclusive research, teaching, advocacy, and action that they present are informed by each other." (Source)

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Go forth and be educated!

[schemmentigfs]

Heyy babes😘🩷🪩

I've got a request for a Melissa x art teacher!reader where R and Mel are married but they both kept their own last names (and maybe they were wedding bands instead of big sparkly ring) so nobody really caught on, but they've never hid it so like if anyone asked they wouldn't deny it <3

And maybe reader is like really sweet and kind and loves to go on and on about Melissa but understands time and place and just doesn't do it at work. Kinda like a grump x sunshine

Wedding Bands.

Summary: the Abbott crew unexpectedly finds out about your marriage with Melissa.

tags 🤍: @lisaannwaltersbra

Being married to Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti is like living with a storm that balances between chaos and calm—blunt, sarcastic, and fiercely protective, but with a tenderness that only you really get to see. She’s fire and steel on the outside, especially when it comes to her students and her friends, but behind closed doors, with you, she’s a softer, more vulnerable version of herself. It’s a love that surprises people who only know the tough, no-nonsense second-grade teacher with her sharp tongue and devil-may-care attitude. But, it's a love that you wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.

Though you both kept your last names after getting married, there’s never been any secret about your relationship. You wear matching, simple wedding bands, understated and meaningful rather than flashy. There was no grand show when you exchanged vows, no glittering diamond engagement rings or social media announcement. It was just you and her, standing together in the truth of your love. You’ve never hid it either. If anyone asked, you’d tell them. But most don’t. Maybe they assume you’re just close friends. Maybe they’re too focused on the fact that, at work, you’re the soft-spoken art teacher with paint-splattered aprons, and she’s still the formidable Ms. Schemmenti.

Today, though, is not a workday. It’s early Sunday morning, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. You’re in bed, nestled in a cocoon of warmth, Melissa’s arm draped across your waist, her hand resting lazily against your stomach. The slow, rhythmic sound of her snoring fills the quiet room. It’s not the delicate, quiet kind of snoring you’d expect from someone so beautiful.

No, actually your wife snores like a bear, loud and unapologetic. The kind that can startle you awake at night, though by now, you’re more amused than anything.

You turn your head slightly, watching her sleep. Her fiery red hair is splayed across the pillow, messy from a night of tossing and turning. There’s drool on her cheek, and it’s smeared against your neck, leaving a wet patch on your skin. A small smile creeps onto your lips as you stifle a laugh. She always denies she snores, and the drooling? She flat-out refuses to acknowledge it, no matter how many times you tease her about it.

As much as you want to stay wrapped up in her warmth, you need to get up. There’s a list of house chores waiting for you, and if you’re going to make breakfast for the both of you, you need to get started. You shift gently, trying to slide out from under Melissa’s arm without waking her, but as soon as you try to pull away, she lets out a low, grumpy groan.

“Mm-mm,” the older woman mumbles, still half-asleep, her arm tightening around your waist. Her lips brush against your neck, and you feel her nuzzle closer. “Hm, babe?”

You chuckle softly. “Mel, I need to get up,” you whisper, trying to pull away again.

“No. Stay,” your wife grumbles, voice thick with sleep. She sounds like a grumpy old bear as she buries her face further into your neck. “Too early.”

Her lips press lightly against your neck again, but this time, they linger, and you feel her teeth graze your skin. You freeze, not because you’re afraid, but because you know what’s coming next. Melissa Schemmenti, for all her gruffness, has a soft spot for early morning affection. The moment you try to escape, she pulls you back in, refusing to let you go.

“Lissa….” you sigh, laughing quietly.

Before you can protest, she bites down on your neck—not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to make you squirm. Then she starts sucking, slow and deliberate, her lips pulling at your skin as her grip tightens around you.

You gasp softly, trying to wiggle away, but she’s got you trapped in her sleepy hold. “Melissa Ann, come on,” you whine playfully, knowing full well that she’s not going to let you go so easily.

She doesn’t stop. In fact, she only intensifies her efforts, the wet, lazy kisses trailing along the curve of your neck. You can feel her smiling against your skin, and you know exactly what she’s doing. She’s using her favorite trick—those soft, irresistible puppy eyes—to get her way. Melissa, grumpy and stubborn as she is, knows how to play you like a fiddle.

“Please?” the redhead woman mumbles, voice barely above a whisper, still sleep-heavy. “Just five more minutes.”

You groan, unable to resist her when she’s like this. She can be a total grump, but when she looks at you like that—her dark green eyes soft and pleading, her lips pressed to your skin—it’s hard to say no.

You sigh, letting your head fall back onto the pillow. “Fine. Five more minutes,” you mutter, pretending to be annoyed, though you’re smiling the whole time.

Melissa makes a satisfied noise, finally easing up on her hold, though she keeps her face buried in your neck. You can feel her lips curve into a grin as she gives your skin one last playful bite before settling down. Her snoring resumes almost instantly, deep and steady, like the rumble of an engine.

You lay there for a few more minutes, listening to her breathe, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against your back. She’s a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure, but moments like this, when it’s just the two of you, she’s like a big, sleepy kitten. All her sharp edges soften, and the walls she keeps up for the rest of the world melt away. You can’t help but feel a surge of affection for her in this vulnerable state, her warmth surrounding you like a protective barrier against the outside world.

But, true to her nature, Melissa doesn't stay sweet for long. The peace of the morning is interrupted by her grumbling as she rolls over, releasing you from her grasp but leaving a lingering bite mark on your neck.

“You’re ridiculous as fuck, you know that?” you tease, rubbing at the sore spot.

She cracks one eye open, smirking lazily. “You love me.”

You sigh dramatically, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The rest of the day goes as most of your Sundays do—comfortable, slow, filled with the kind of peace you’ve learned to savor after a busy workweek. You make breakfast while Melissa lingers in the kitchen, sipping coffee and watching you cook with a half-smile. You love these little moments, the quiet domesticity of your life together. It’s a stark contrast to the chaos of school, where she’s the tough-as-nails second-grade teacher and you’re the laid-back art teacher, happily covered in paint most of the time.

At work, your marriage isn’t something you flaunt. Not because you’re hiding it, but because there’s no need to announce it. You’ve always been the kind of person who believes in keeping personal life personal, especially when you’re at school. Besides, anyone who really knows you two could easily guess there’s something more between you. There’s the way Melissa’s eyes light up when she talks about you, the way she sneaks glances at you from across the teachers’ lounge when she thinks no one is watching.

And of course, there are your wedding bands. Small and simple, just the way you both wanted them, they’re easy to overlook unless someone knows what they’re looking for. You remember the day you picked them out, how you and Melissa both agreed that neither of you wanted something big or flashy. Just something meaningful.

“I like that we don’t need to make a show of it,” you had said at the time, sliding the band onto her finger with a smile.

“Good,” Melissa had replied, grinning as she slid yours onto your finger. “Because I’d rather die than wear a giant rock.”

Later in the day, when you’re both lounging on the couch, your wife pulls you into her lap, wrapping her arms around your waist. She’s still grumpy from the morning, but she’s softened considerably since then.

“You know I hate when you try to leave me in bed,” she grumbles, pressing her lips to the back of your neck.

You laugh, turning your head to look at her. “Yeah, well, I hate waking up covered in drool, so I guess we’re even.”

Melissa groans, but there’s a hint of a smile on her face. “I don’t drool, dumbass.”

You smirk, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. “Sure you don’t, Mel.”

She narrows her eyes at you, playfully biting at your shoulder, but you just laugh, knowing that as tough as she acts, she’s completely wrapped around your finger. And that’s something you’ll always cherish—knowing that, at the end of the day, no matter how grumpy or sarcastic she gets, Melissa Schemmenti is yours, through and through.

Your marriage wasn't a secret at Abbott, but somehow, most people just didn’t seem to catch on. You wore your wedding bands every day, and if someone asked, you’d have no problem sharing the truth, but the topic just never came up. Despite there being rumors, you figured the quiet art teacher with the sunny disposition and the tough, no-nonsense second-grade teacher seemed like an unlikely match to the rest of the staff.

Of course, Barbara Howard knew from day one. She was your wife’s best friend for god's sake. Melissa had too much respect for Barb to keep something like that from her. The kindergarten teacher would give you knowing smiles at staff meetings during development weeks or breaks and occasionally make cryptic comments that sailed right over the heads of your co-workers, though you and the older woman always exchanged smirks when they happened.

But now, as you’re sitting in the teacher’s lounge on a normal Wednesday afternoon, sipping your coffee and chatting with Janine and Jacob about the upcoming art fair, the rest of the crew is about to have an awakening.

Melissa bursts into the lounge, her usual fiery energy turning heads as she stomps in, tossing her bag on the nearest chair. You glance up at her and smile, knowing from the look on her face that she’s had a day. Before anyone else can react, she strides across the room, stopping directly in front of you. Without a word, she leans down and plants a quick kiss on your lips—something she doesn’t usually do at work, but it’s clear she’s too frustrated to care right now.

The teacher’s lounge goes silent.

Jacob, who had been mid-sentence, looks like someone just unplugged his brain. Janine’s big eyes are wide as saucers, and Gregory, who had been quietly minding his own business in the corner, slowly raises his eyebrows. Even Ava, who’s notoriously hard to surprise, is staring from her spot with an amused grin.

Melissa pulls back from the kiss, scowling as she collapses into the chair next to you.“You’re not leaving earlier and letting me with those monsters today. I’m taking you home,” she growls, reaching for your coffee and taking a sip without asking.

You giggle, kissing her nose that scrunches immediately. And lean back in your chair, as the rest of the room remains frozen in shock.

“Wait, wait, wait—what?!” Janine is the first to find her voice, her hand flailing as she points between you and Melissa. “Did you—did you just—”

The redhead shoots her a look, half-exasperated and half-amused. “What, pipsqueak? You’ve never seen a married couple kiss before?”

Jacob’s mouth drops open, his eyes flicking between you and Melissa like he’s just put two and two together. “Married?!” His voice cracks, and he clears his throat, looking completely flabbergasted. “You two are married? Like wife and wife?”

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh, glancing at Melissa, who rolls her eyes. “Yep, Hill,” you say casually, holding up your left hand to show your wedding band. “We’ve been married for about six years now.”

Janine practically jumps out of her seat, hands flying to her cheeks. “How did I not know this?!”

Ava, who’s been watching the whole thing like it’s her favorite drama, lets out a cackle. “Y’all are just now figuring this out?” She leans back on the brick wall, crossing her arms. “I knew it. I mean, look at them. The only question is who lasts longer in bed.”

Melissa narrows her eyes at the principal. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.”

You smile at that, glancing at your wife, whose grumpy expression has softened into something more affectionate. She leans in closer, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before muttering, “We should’ve told them sooner. Now they’re never gonna shut up about it.”

You laugh. “Yeah, but you love it.”

“Hmm,” your wife grunts, though the smile tugging at her lips gives her away. “Maybe.”

As the crew continues to ask questions and process the fact that you and Melissa have been married this whole time, you just sit back and enjoy the moment. It’s not like you’ve been hiding your love, but there’s something nice about finally sharing it with the people you work with every day.

And even though the second grade teacher will grumble and complain, you know she secretly loves that they all know now too. Because, at the end of the day, being with you is something she’s proud of, whether she admits it out loud or not.

From across the room, Barbara catches your eye and gives you a wink, as if to say. I told you they’d figure it out eventually.

You wink back.

Later that evening, after a long day filled with laughter and revelations, you and Melissa find yourselves cuddled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms again. The soft glow of the lamp casts a cozy light over the room, and you can hear the faint hum of the city outside your window.

You rest your head on Melissa’s shoulder, feeling her fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. It’s a comfortable silence, the kind that speaks volumes about your relationship. You’ve always loved this about her—how she could be so gruff and intimidating to others, yet so tender and nurturing with you.

As you sit there, your mind wanders back to the day’s events. You can’t help but wonder what it would have been like if the rest of the crew had found out sooner. Would they have treated you differently? Would they have reacted with shock and excitement or simply accepted it as part of the dynamic? The thought brings a smile to your face.

“What’s so funny, amore?” She asks, glancing down at you with a quizzical look.

You shake your head, grinning. “Just thinking about how everyone reacted today. It’s kind of wild, isn’t it? They never saw it coming.”

Melissa chuckles, her laughter a low rumble in her chest. “Yeah, they’re pretty clueless ‘n a bunch of dumbasses. But it’s funny to see their faces.”

You nod, leaning into her a bit more. “I love that we’re us. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

The older woman turns her head slightly, her green eyes sparkling in the dim light. “You mean that?”

“Of course. You’re my everything, Mel,” you say earnestly.

Her expression softens, and she leans down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You’re mine too, sunshine.”

As you settle back against her, a warm feeling spreads through your chest. You realize that regardless of how others might perceive your relationship, it’s what you have that truly matters. Your love, your partnership, and the moments next to her.

You know that you wouldn’t trade this life for anything. Not the snarky comments, not the grumpiness, and definitely not the way she loves you. Together, you are perfectly imperfect.