#Marjorie Simpson

[womeninfictionandirl]

Marge Simpson by Dan Hipp

[shadelessik]

[d4rkpluto]

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢

[I AM FOLLOWING AYESHA K.FAINES RESEARCH OF FEMININE ARCHETYPES]

↳ the sexual feminine archetype of the queen archetype.

♇ if you are the empress archetype that means that you got the queen archetype being your highest percent [aside from the lover] and you got the lover percentage lower than 70%.

♇ the empress is one of the sexual feminine archetypes of that belong to the feminine archetype the queen, whereas the other sexual feminine archetype is the diva.

♇ [the queen is the feminine archetype while the empress is the sexual feminine archetype, its associate being the diva].

♇ those who belong to the empress archetype are people who like it when people are committed to them because they are people who find worth and value in commitment, marriage, along with the reputation they have in a community they're in.

♇ they're people who can command respect from both men and women; and to majority of them, marriage isnt that important but they like to have partners that are on their level, or someone they can consider to be good enough for them.

♇ they're women who have regal energy and much inner-strength and that attracts so much people towards their way, they know how to inspire their partners and give their partners the attention "they need".

♇ majority of the times their partner usually depends on them for moral support, for example, kim kardashian's ex husband, kanye west.

♇ besides that, these are women who have an extravagant style, and know how to climb the social ladder to get what they want, that involves opportunities and titles/status. they're also the type of people to give people in the circles opportunities.

♇ some empress women might defy and resist their inner-erotic and sensual nature which can make it harder for the empresses to realise what they actually want in their romantic love life.

♇ when not truly stepped into their empress status, they are people who hesitate or shy away from romantic situations, emma watson, a good example, had a crush on her co-star tom felton but nothing happened romantically. [thankfully].

♇ when un-evolved, the empress woman is prone to be jealous, arrogant and possessive when they're in a romantic relationship, they can also have a tendency of losing themselves in relationships which can ruin their regal appeal.

♇ aside from that, they're women who demand respect and know what they're talking about whenever they're in a conversation. they have a big personality and can be very confrontational.

♇ they are very expressive with their face and their words, they're women who know they're the queen wherever they are, they know that they're usually the face of a product/band or franchise! this could lead to both queen archetypes, the empress and the diva.

♇ they're women who know what they bring to the table, very straight forward with their communication, might throw some people off because of it. whilst doing research i've noticed that majority of them always tilt their head down, it's like a symbol of them knowing they are above others.

♇ when rumours are made, they are quick to dismiss it as people usually assume things about them.

♇ these women always have a story to tell, they are the life of the party. they are very shady people, the type to make obvious backhanded insults.

♇ they know how to make their parents calm, it's either that or they like to feel above their partners, for example, having the need to wear the pants in the relationship. sometimes they're sly about wanting to wear the pants, it as if they're some puppeteer.

♇ they're women who like to surprise people; whenever they're in a franchise, they are mostly the iconic person or the face of the franchise, or even the female face, for example, emma watson with harry potter. jennie kim with black pink, nene leakes with real house wives and tiffany pollard [new york] with flavour of love.

♇ they're trendsetters and very memeable; they're unintentionally funny and will always be remembered for something specific.

♇ they always here to say the truth and tea, and are lovers of nostalgia. they get attention wherever they are, very smiley people. even if they can be considered straightforward they have an eloquent or posh-like way of delivering comments.

♇ when it comes to slices of life, they're very relatable people, they're great at interviews and excellent at getting comfortable in a public space.

♇ on the other hand, are the type to overthink and try to be perfect. a lot of them are well-spoken and like things to be very specific and detailed.

♇ some of them dont have a good posture, or they're always leaning forward; they have a thing for vintage stuff or things that remind them of the past. as i have done research on them, i have noticed a lot of them mention their family a lot, and majority of them are open to having families.

♇ often favoured when they're in a company, often viewed as someone who is bratty. due to them having so much of a regal aura people get intimidated.

♇ empress women tend to be interested in fashion; even if they're not the main person in a franchise, like a group or tv show they're most likely going to be the face of the show. for example, how scott mccall was the main character of teen wolf but the face of teen wolf was stiles.

♇ they're very hardworking people, depending on their position in life, they normally have a rags-to-riches story. are very grateful to the people who have helped them before they were famous as they are proud at the position they are in life currently, they are not afraid to flaunt their rich accessories and their success.

♇ they're very loving to children; if they do not value themselves, they will only find their value in romantic relationships. family are a key in their lives, are big on family dynasty and always know how to make money.

♇ they love jewellery but are not excessive with it, they can wear a lot of them but they dont over do it, they still find a way to make it look classy.

♇ they're social climbers and trendsetters, people like to copy them because of how appealing their style is. they like to become a better version of themselves, they're very transformative.

♇ people usually like to ask about their upbringing their pasts are very interesting to the public.

♇ they always have a new era, the eras consisted of them having a new aesthetic. a lot of women who belong to the empress archetype were always famous, where it be internet popularity, school popularity, community popularity, they were always known somewhere.

other empress ↴

♇ empresses i put above are nene leakes, nicola peltz, tiffany pollard, georgina rodriguez, majorie harvey and emma watson.

♇ when comprehending the empress archetype, you'll understand that they will always be able to make a name for themselves, they have stunning smiles and gentle personalities you'll see when you pierce through their cold exteriors. [majority of them].

♇ and to make the empress archetype easier to comprehend i gathered characters from different tv shows or movies that come under the archetype.

♇ we have from gossip girl ⟶ blair waldorf; the woman was definitely a socialite, grew up in a socialite household and always ruled whatever community she was in. she had created an empire for herself, and created a brand that included something she had always been great at, fashion; she did not have a rags to riches plot line, but she had the sass and intelligence of a true empress. and was even the queen of monaco once.

♇ from game of thrones ⟶ margaery tyrell; she knew how to climb the ladder and had every suitor she wanted around her finger. she wanted to be the queen and had gotten the title twice, had the shade and back-handed compliments an empress archetype can easily deliver, you could see it whenever she conversed with cersei. she had a fond for children and an intimidating eloquence.

♇ we have from salem ⟶ mary sibley; i know i have mentioned her in the other feminine archetypes but she is a very changing and transformative women. she climbed up the social ladder and ruled over an empire/town while keeping her husband under captive with her witchcraft, was very demanding and had respect from everyone who engaged with her before, even if they didnt like her, they still respected her rags to riches story.

♇ next from the frozen franchise ⟶ elsa; built her own dynasty/empire, is someone who doesnt know what they want in romance, specifically in the first movie, but as the franchise moves forward, she is comfortable being on her own and nurturing her powers and legacy.

♇ onto the parent trap ⟶ meredith blake; a gold-digger, that's enough lmao, love her character though.

♇ from house of the dragon ⟶ alicent hightower; she is evidently a woman who doesnt know what she wants in romance, another socialite and social climber [mainly because of her father, otto hightower], very tactful to get what she wants, even though she was evil, she did "love?" her children or did try and understand them, example, her and haelena. was a very shady character, especially with her comment to laenor about him trying harder next time so he could get a child that looks like him.

♇ we have from the resident evil franchise ⟶ bela dimitrescu; she was the leader of the dimitrescu sisters and even the face, she's mainly the favoured sister online, very cunning and conniving like a true unevolved empress woman.

♇ lastly from the great ⟶ catherine the great; likes to wear the pants in the relationship and will always attempt to prove herself. will always say what is in her mind, and is even known as a legendary empress, in real life and in entertainment.

♇ upon my research, i found out that empress women are most likely to have libra, sagittarius and capricorn in their big three/six; in order.

♇ along with them being sagittarius, capricorn or aquarius dominant; typed in order.

♇ uranus, mercury and jupiter dominance appeared in many of their natal charts; typed in order.

♇ going through all of the women i have in this post, the element that won dominance for the empress archetype was the air element, fire came second and earth third.

♇ lastly, the modality that took appearance the most in their natal charts was the mutable modality.

♇ feminine archetype masterlist

to find out what feminine archetype and sexual feminine archetype you are

buy a natal chart reading from me

masterlist

♇ pluto

[mysharona1987]

Has this woman *never* been not been offended once in her life?

An honest question.

[letterboxd-loggd]

The Argyle Secrets (1948) Cy Endfield

December 20th 2022

[roosterforme]

The Deployment Diaries Part 24 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley plans a trip to take you to Virginia to visit his parents and learn more about them.

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff and swearing

Length: 4900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order!

The day after Bradley had been promoted, you woke up draped across his chest with your hands wrapped around him while he breathed deeply. A smile touched your lips when you thought about the banquet. 

You had literally begged him to fuck you in the middle of the ballroom. Bradley had taken your underwear off in the elevator. He had ripped your dress and absolutely railed you on the desk in Admiral Simpson's hotel suite. You should have been embarrassed, but you were not. 

In fact, the two of you rode the elevator down and then went back to the ballroom. You could see your blue underwear tucked into Bradley's jacket pocket, and you could feel the mess he had made between your legs. But you walked back in, hand in hand, and grabbed your clutch from table nine. It was obvious what the two of you had been up to, your hair was wrecked, and his hat was crooked on his head no matter how many times you tried to fix it. 

When you and he had returned the key card to Marjorie at the front desk, you had to hide your red face against Bradley's uniform jacket as he told the other woman, "Can't thank you enough, Marjorie. Hope your night is half as good as mine." And Bradley still couldn't keep his hands off you, kissing your neck and running his hands along your ruined dress while you waited for the Bronco which had been valeted.  

It hadn't even been your own promotion banquet, but it ended up being one of the best nights in recent memory.

Bradley started to wake, shifting beneath you. You kissed his neck and chin, so thankful you could finally sleep on him again without causing him discomfort. 

"Morning, Sweetheart." His raspy, sleepy voice made you absolutely crazy. "I had the wildest dream last night, you're never gonna believe it," he mumbled, smiling with his eyes still closed. "Dreamed I fucked you in the penthouse suite, right next to Cyclone's loafers."

You giggled uncontrollably. "That was no dream, Roo."

In one fluid motion, he rolled you onto your back and pinned you beneath him. "Are you trying to tell me that really happened?" he asked in mock surprise as you vigorously nodded your head. "I don't believe you. You can't be real. You're too perfect, Baby Girl. I must have dreamed you up entirely."

Your breath caught in your throat as his lips met yours in a brief kiss. "Hmmm, but you taste real," he told you softly, running his fingers along your bare breasts. "Feel real, too." When you moaned, he added, "You even sound real. But I made you up, I'm sure of it."

You ran your fingers through his hair, reveling in the feel of his beautiful lips and mustache teasing your neck while his hard cock rubbed against your thigh. "I'm real," you insisted just before his lips closed around your nipple. You ground your body up against him, clenching around nothing as he teased you. 

He was too good at this, always anticipating what you wanted. Last night, you'd been mesmerized by him, begging for his cock, and he'd happily delivered. But somehow he seemed to know that right now, you needed him begging for you with his own brand of sweetness. 

When his tongue tasted the underside of your breast while his nose rubbed your taut nipple, you tightened your fingers in his wavy hair. He grinned up at you before he sucked your nipple into his mouth, making you moan loudly. As he gently rolled your peak between his teeth, you wrapped your leg around him and rubbed your pussy along his abs. He sucked on you hard before pulling away, releasing your nipple with a soft pop. 

He whispered, "So sexy, I definitely made you up." Then he devoured your mouth again, letting you ride his torso until you were soaking wet and whimpering. 

"Roo," you gasped, and he was immediately sliding inside you. 

The pace was slow and steady, and he found your swollen clit with his calloused thumb while his other hand wrapped around your neck. You were whimpering for him while he fucked you, broken little noises you'd never once made in your life before becoming acquainted with his body. 

"If you're real, I'm keeping you forever. If you're real, Baby Girl, I need you to stay with me." His words made you dizzy, echoed in your brain like a voice at the end of a tunnel. 

You'd give him anything if he would just keep coming home, because you needed him as much as he needed you. "I love you," you promised, allowing yourself to climax in his arms like a snapped string. 

You had no idea how much time had passed, but he was still inside you, collapsed halfway on top of you. 

"I'm supposed to meet Cam and Maria for brunch, Roo."

"Just five more minutes," he whispered, burying his face in your hair. 

"Just five," you told him, but you gave him fifteen.

------------------------------------------

On Monday morning, you made Bradley breakfast before you left for work, even though he insisted he should be the one making breakfast for you.

"It's your last week off work, Roo. Might as well enjoy it," you told him. 

Once you were dressed in your uniform and ready to leave, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. "I've been thinking... If you get deployment papers when you go back to work next Monday, I'm kidnapping you and taking you far away from here."

Bradley chuckled as he rested his forehead against yours. "If I get deployment papers next week, I'll gladly go along with your plan, Sweetheart."

Bradley sent you out the door with the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he'd made for you and a playful swat to your ass. 

Once your car was gone, he got to work. 

He scrolled on his phone and found the email you sent him a month ago detailing how many PTO hours you had left. Looks like you had plenty. 

He called his mom's cousin, and had a nice conversation with Brenda, during which he let her know he may be around for a few days this weekend. She said she would be delighted to have a chance to meet you, and even offered up her home if you and Bradley wanted to stay there. 

Then he started looking at flights from San Diego to Norfolk. A Thursday night redeye would arrive in Virginia on Friday morning. A Sunday night flight back to San Diego with a layover would probably work. 

He put the flights on hold, and reserved a rental car and a hotel room. He dug around in the bedroom closet, stopping to flip through his calendar with a grin before locating the key and fob he would need to access the storage unit located just outside of Virginia Beach. 

As long as you confirmed you wanted to go this weekend, everything was set. He'd discreetly get the ring, tuck it in his pocket for later, and then collect the photo albums with you. He figured whatever you and he decided you wanted, you could bring back in suitcases, or mail it to the house. Then you'd toss or donate all of the rest of the junk. Then Bradley would be able to close out the storage unit, completely ending his disjointed existence and hopefully making his life with you in San Diego even more permanent. 

--------------------------------------

When you got home from work, Bradley was out, most likely at physical therapy. Although he was allowed to go back to work next week, he would still be in therapy for a bit longer. You caught him checking out his arm in the mirror this morning, a look of distress on his face. The new scars were still fresh and angry looking, pink and raw compared to the ones he'd had for years. 

All you had been able to do was pull him away from the mirror and wrap your arms around his waist. You reminded him that none of that mattered since he'd come back home to you in one piece. You couldn't care less about the way his arm looked. 

Bradley arrived home while you were making spaghetti and meatballs, and his arms were around your waist instantly. His face was buried in your neck, kissing you like always. You'd become so used to him doing this, if he ever stopped, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself. 

"Hi, Roo." You smiled as he nipped at your earlobe. 

"Sweetheart. Let's go to Virginia this weekend," he said, his voice so close and so raspy, your eyes fluttered closed. 

"This weekend?" you asked, trying to recall if you had anything in your calendar. 

"Mmhmm. I already found flights. You can meet some of my family, we can get the photo albums, and I'll take you to the cemetery to see my parents' graves."

You turned around in his arms so you were facing him. His eyes were earnest and unguarded, and you knew no matter what you had planned for the weekend, it wasn't as important as this. 

"Yeah, okay," you agreed, and Bradley's mouth was on yours before you finished speaking. He wrapped his arms around you, guiding you back until your butt hit the edge of the counter top. 

"Yeah?" he asked between kisses. 

"Sure, Roo. We can go." He kissed you like he'd been missing you, like you'd been gone for weeks. His right hand was tangled in the hair just behind your ear, and his thumb traced your cheek so softly. When you parted your lips, his tongue dipped inside. 

You wrapped your arms tighter around his middle and enjoyed the luxurious feel of his big, warm body against yours. When he finally broke away from your lips, he whispered, "Perfect. I'm going to go pay for the flights and hotel room and everything."

"You can use my credit card!" you called after him as he ran off to the bedroom. 

"Nope," he called back to you, and you just rolled your eyes. 

--------------------------------------

Bradley didn't know how he would make it through the week. He was so excited, and he kept thinking about all the little things he wanted to do. Maybe you'd go with him to pick out some flowers to take to the cemetery. He could drive you to Virginia Beach and show you his old apartment and the air base where he had been stationed for most of his naval career. 

He'd talked to Brenda again, and promised her that he'd bring you with him for dinner on Saturday night at her house. She said she would try to reach out to some more cousins and extended family members and check to see if they were free as well. 

Then he would have the ring. He could bring it back with him to San Diego, and plan out the most exceptionally romantic evening. A beach walk and picnic with Tramp, lots of hand holding and kissing, then he'd distract you and put the ring on Tramp's collar. It was going to be perfect. He couldn't wait. 

He drove himself to physical therapy on Thursday while you were working, and he stopped by the tower to see Mav and any other aviators who might be around. 

"Bradley!" Maverick pulled him into a hug. "Looking much better!" he said, lightly smacking Bradley's cheek.

Bradley just laughed. "I can't wait until Monday. If I had to spend one more week at home, I would need sedation." 

Maverick laughed and nodded. "The need to always be doing something is in your Bradshaw blood, I can tell you that much. Glad the missus got you to relax a bit so you were able to heal."

Bradley's heart skipped a beat at the nickname Mav used for you. God willing...

"She's a great nurse," Bradley confirmed, and then his mind drifted into the other direction, recalling the nurse role playing you'd been dabbling in to help him feel better. "I'm actually taking her to Virginia for the weekend. We're flying out to Norfolk tonight."

Mav raised one eyebrow at his almost nephew, and Bradley slowly nodded his head in response. Then they grinned at each other. "Good for you, Bradley."

--------------------------------------------------

You were exhausted and couldn't wait to get on the flight and try to sleep. You hated taking the red-eye flights, and you knew you would be exhausted all weekend because of the different time zones. Plus, Bradley seemed to be completely wired which was driving you crazy. Now that he had no lifting restrictions, he insisted on carrying everything around the airport. He was wearing your backpack and pulling the shared carryon suitcase. 

"I can take my backpack, Roo," you told him after you went through security. 

He had such a bounce in his step for nearly nine in the evening that you had to roll your eyes when he said, "Nope," with a big grin on his face. 

You just yawned in response and curled up next to him in the terminal. "Just wake me up when it's time to board the flight. I'm so tired." 

You slept most of the way on the flight to Norfolk. You'd threatened Bradley when you boarded the plane, telling him you needed him to sit still and be your pillow. He just smiled at you and agreed, and so you'd dozed off for most of the five hour flight. When the plane touched down at six o'clock in the morning, local time, Bradley kissed your entire face, knocking your glasses askew and making you laugh.

"Did you even sleep at all?" you asked him, fixing your glasses and stretching. 

"A little bit. But I've been resting for weeks, Sweetheart. I'm good to go."

"Mmm, okay." As you deboarded the plane into the Norfolk airport, you asked, "We're not seeing any of your family today, right? That's tomorrow?" You were wearing yoga pants and a tee shirt with a zip up hoodie. You didn't want Bradley to try to sneak in a visit with Brenda this morning while you weren't dressed in one of the cute outfits you'd packed for family time. 

"No, Baby Girl. That's tomorrow afternoon. I want to take you to the storage unit first, and we can spend some time sorting through everything. We can run to the store and get some boxes to pack up, and mail stuff to our house. We'll take care of all of that and then head to the cemetery afterwards."

You briefly wondered if you should change into something nicer for the cemetery. It wasn't the traditional way to meet your boyfriend's parents, but you were nervous anyway. You'd been thinking about doing this for months. You loved Bradley and wanted to help him keep his memories of Nick and Carole alive in his mind. You wanted him to share all of them with you. You'd already put an annual calendar reminder in your phone for Nick's birthday on September 28th. You had two months to plan something special for that day, and you'd try your best to make it something memorable for Bradley. And now as he wrapped his hand around yours as you walked through the airport, you decided it didn't really matter what you wore today. 

----------------------------------------

"Let's stop and get breakfast first," Bradley said once you were collecting your rental car. "I'm starving."

"Me too," you said, but then you started absolutely cracking up when you and he stopped in front of the red rental car. 

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," Bradley muttered. He just shook his head. The rental was just a newer model of your little red piece of shit car that was sitting at home on the driveway next to the craftsman. He glared at you as you cackled and tossed your backpack onto the back seat. "You think it's so funny? Then you can drive," he said, opening your hand and placing the keys in your palm.

"Okay, I'll drive," you managed to say between laughing and gasping. "But don't be surprised if I love the way this one drives too, and end up buying the current model year when mine eventually dies."

He snatched the keys back and announced, "I'll drive."

You settled into the passenger seat as he buckled you in, still chuckling as Bradley moved the drivers' seat back all the way and started the car. "Nope, it sucks just like yours," he tried to say with a straight face, but definitely failed. You both laughed as he pulled out onto the main road and headed for one of his favorite diners. 

"They have excellent grits," he informed you while he drove. 

"You can't even get grits in San Diego," you replied, looking at the bright green trees along the way. "It's so pretty on the east coast in the summer. God, I do miss it sometimes. They have real trees and grass here."

"Yeah, and fucking humidity," Bradley growled, turning the air conditioner on even though it was early. "How about I promise not to get horrifically injured next summer, and we can stay with your parents for a week and enjoy the insects and humidity?" 

"I love that idea," you told him with a smile as he held your hand. Your parents were flying out to San Diego for Labor Day weekend since the summer had kind of been a bust with Bradley healing. It was already the final days of July, and you and Bradley hadn't been able to do much. You hadn't gone away all year except for the weekend in La Jolla. So the break this weekend came at the perfect time. 

"Here it is. Look how awful it looks from the outside," he said as he pulled into the diner parking lot. 

"That's how you know it's good," you replied and he smiled at you as he parked. 

You both shared a huge breakfast platter and a side of grits. You even went so far in your "southern breakfast experience" as you had taken to calling it, that you ordered yourself a sweet tea. 

Bradley listened to you tell him about your work project as you ate. He only understood about half of what you even did at work, so he interjected when he could. And then you told him, "Are you sure I'm dressed okay to go to meet your parents, Roo. We might have to stop and check into the hotel first so I can shower and change."

He looked at your beautiful face, and your messy hair and glasses, and he smiled. "You look perfect."

You just rolled your eyes at him. "Alright," you said with a shrug. "Let's get going then! I can't wait to see your baby pictures!" you gushed, pulling out your credit card for the waitress before Bradley could get to his. Then you pulled him along with you to the car. "How far away is the storage unit?"

"About twenty minutes," he said, and his heart leapt. He buckled you into the rental car and kissed you softly. 

"Ahh, baby Roo photos! It's going to be too cute to handle!"

As Bradley drove, you played with the radio stations. He had been trying to mentally catalog everything that he'd tossed into storage over the past twenty years. He wasn't certain what he would find. He knew his mom's wedding dress was in there somewhere, plus some hideous antique furniture that he desperately hoped you would agree to donate. He knew there were bins of photos and albums, but they were probably a mess. If you wanted to look through them, it might take all day. 

He had also narrowed the location of the ring down to one of the cardboard boxes that was probably near the front of the unit. It was in the last group of things he left behind when he had started college. He'd have to get his hands on the navy blue velvet ring box before you found it. 

You were singing along with Elvis on the radio as he pulled up to the front gate of the massive storage complex and scanned his key fob. 

"Wise men say, 'Only fools rush in.' But I can't help falling in love with you."

The lyrics were a pretty good representation of the way he felt about you, and as he parked the horrible rental car, he had to take a moment to breathe. 

You just rubbed your hands together and shot him a silly grin. "Let me at those baby pictures," you said, wiggling your eyebrows. 

"Let's go," he said with a laugh. And as he walked with you to unit 511, he hoped you didn't notice the way his hand shook a little bit. He was suddenly nervous, but he couldn't pinpoint why. What if he wasn't able to find the ring? What if it was somehow lost, never to be seen again? He should have treated the damn thing with the utmost respect and taken it with him every time he moved. What the hell was wrong with him? He could barely even remember what it looked like. He just remembered his mom wore it every single day of his life until she was dead. And she had made him promise to keep it instead of burying her with it. The same couldn't be said for the wedding band Goose had engraved with their wedding date, which he'd left on her finger. That was for Carole and nobody else. 

Now Bradley could practically hear her telling him, "Save the engagement ring for your wife." He'd shaken his head at the time, but now he was suddenly terrified he wouldn't be able to find it for you.

"This is it?" you asked, eyeing him a bit warily as you gestured at the correct door. He must not have heard you the first time you said it. 

"Uh, yeah. This is it." He unlocked the door, and stepped into the twelve foot by twelve foot unit that contained pretty much all that was left of everything either of his parents had ever owned. 

You took his hand again and stepped inside with him. He heard you whisper, "Wow," as you looked around at the dusty boxes and bins and furniture. "Feels like hallowed ground somehow?" 

"Yeah, I guess it kind of is," he agreed with you. Then you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his neck.

"I don't want to mess anything up, so why don't you tell me where you want me to start?" you whispered. Bradley kissed the top of your head. His heart was still beating erratically as he tried to guide you toward some of the photo bins. 

"Start over here, Baby Girl. Should be some interesting photos in there. Let me know what you find." He kissed your lips once before you turned away with a smile, and you opened the top of two large plastic bins that were stacked one on top of the other. 

Then he frantically started sifting through the boxes on the other side, starting with the ones that had his own handwriting sharpied on the outside. The first box was just clothing, although he did pause to examine a few more Hawaiian shirts that had been his dad's. Then he tossed the box to the side; he would come back to those later after he got what really mattered. 

"Oh. My. God! Bradley! You were the most adorable child!" you gushed, drawing his attention. He turned around to see you holding up a framed photo of him smiling with no front teeth. 

Bradley laughed. "I forgot how blond my hair was. I think that was around my seventh birthday."

You just looked at him and bounced on the balls of your feet a bit. "Literally too cute for words! Okay if I sort these into piles so we can pack them up and mail them to ourselves?"

"Of course. Sort them however you want, Sweetheart." But he was already focusing his attention on the next cardboard box. He found some jewelry at the bottom, but no engagement ring. 

"Lord, we would have the cutest kids," you muttered to yourself, and that made him smile. But then the frown returned after the next few boxes came up empty for him as well. 

"Roo! I found your parents' wedding album! Check out the retro 1983 hairstyles! How vintage!"

Bradley turned to look as you walked over with the album. He just shook his head and pointed at a picture of his parents in Disney World on their honeymoon. "Are you saying I look vintage, Sweetheart? Are you calling me old? I look exactly like Goose!"

Your laughter filled him up as you examined the photo of his dad wearing one of the Hawaiian shirts that now belonged to Bradley. "Same shirt, same haircut, same mustache," you confirmed, leaning up to kiss him. "But you're not old, you're classic, Roo."

"Yeah, that's more like it," he told you, but you'd already returned to the bin for more. 

Then a box that had Mom's Stuff written on the side caught his eye. He quickly extracted it from the stack, and with a hopeful breath, he opened it up. There was her wedding dress that he'd just seen in the photos. It was wrapped in some sort of plastic garment bag, but he still pulled it out carefully and draped it over a few of the other boxes as gently as he could. It really was beautiful. Then he reached in the box and pulled out her framed high school diploma followed by their marriage license. He set those down gently on top of the dress bag. 

When he looked into the box, he could see the cardboard bottom. He could also see some journals, a bundle of handwritten letters and a navy blue velvet box. 

You weren't paying any attention to him. You were completely absorbed by the treasure trove of photos you were digging through. Bradley popped open the small box, and he felt tears sting his eyes. It was beautiful, and all of the memories of his mom wearing the ring, the way the summer sunlight used to hit it when she took him to the park, all of it came rushing back. She'd loved his dad so much, she had never taken it off. 

It was a plain gold band, with an oval diamond surrounded by a halo of tiny diamonds. Bradley pulled it out of the box and held it in his palm, letting out a sigh of relief. But the longer he held it there, it just became more evident that it was meant to be on your hand. Only ever meant for Carole's hand and then yours. 

When he turned and saw you running your hands over his parents' framed wedding portrait, Bradley took the ring between his thumb and index finger. Somehow this just made sense, because as soon as he had it in his hand, he wanted to give it to you. 

"Baby Girl?" His voice was raspy and a bit uneven, but you turned to him with a bright smile on your face.

"Yeah?" You set the photo down and took a step toward him. "What did you find?"

Bradley's heart was pounding, but mostly because of how right everything suddenly felt. So what if he did this now? It actually seemed like the perfect place and the perfect time, and he smiled up at you as he dropped to one knee on the dusty floor of the storage unit he hadn't been to in years. 

He held the ring up, and your eyes went wide. 

"Baby Girl, you have completely changed my life. You make me feel like I can have everything I want. Like I deserve everything I want."

"Bradley," you whispered, and he watched you slowly cover your mouth with your fingers as tears welled in your eyes.

"I want you. I want to spend my life with you. I think I've known since I first met you that this was it for me. That there was only ever going to be you after that. I need you in a way that I never expected to need anyone. And now that I have you, I want you forever." 

He watched the first tears fall from the corners of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. You wiped them away behind your glasses, but kept your eyes focused on him as he said, "I love you. I'm always going to love you. Will you marry me?"

You swiped at your tears, as something that sounded like a sob mixed with a laugh escaped your lips. Then you nodded your head and said, "Yes!"

Bradley stood and scooped you up in one fluid motion, mashing his lips against yours. You laughed and cried against his mouth, but you kissed him back and wrapped your arms tight around his neck. 

"I love you, too," you managed to say when he pulled back slightly. And with the biggest smile of his life, he slid the ring onto your finger. 

------------------------

We have finally reached the point Bradley has been hoping to get to for months!!!! Hope you loved it as much as I love you!

PART 25

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

@swthxrry

@chassy21

@yaboid19

@solacestyles

@avoirlecoupdefoudre

@daisyhollyxox

@callsigndiamond

@harper1666

@throwinsauce

@beebslebobs

@awesomebooklover17

@wintercap89

@whosyourgnomie4

@rosesinmars

@blog-name6996

@bcon24

@wishfulwithwine

@backinwonderl4nd

@monte-carlando

@tetragonia

@gingerbreadandpaper

@emptyloverofmine

@apparently-sunshine

@chaoticassidy

@missmirandafe

@topgunbb

@changlingkhat

@sugarcoated-lame

@callsign-jupiter

@avada-kedavra-bitch-187

@katiebby04

@marantha

@averyhotchner

@abaker74

@andycanbeemotional

@heli991113

@k-k0129

@noz4a2

@tallyovie

@shanimallina87

@starlightstories

@teddyluvs2sing

@little-wiseone

@ccbb2222

@lilyevanswhore

@o-the-o-grim-o-reaper-o

@high-bi-imgonnacry

@xoxabs88xox

@scenesofobx

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Two disillusioned House Republicans unloaded on their vengeful leadership for inadvertently making a hero out of Democratic Rep. Ilhan Omar by publicly stripping her of a high-profile committee assignment in what one deemed the "stupidest vote in the world."

The not-so-private condemnation of Speaker Kevin McCarthy's campaign to remove Omar from the House Foreign Affairs panel happened after Republicans clinched the retaliatory strike on a party-line vote of 218-211.

As they rode the elevator away from the House floor, congressional newspaper Roll Call reported that Foreign Affairs Committee GOP member Ken Buck and Republican Rep. Mike Simpson reflected on what had just transpired and decided it was a boneheaded move.

After Buck decreed it the "stupidest" political move, Simpson said the expulsion would probably make the Minnesota Democrat into a "martyr."

After airing their grievances, the pair reportedly asked those around them "not to let leadership know their thoughts."

Buck and Simpson's offices did not immediately respond to Insider's request for comment.

The polarizing ouster only fell into place after McCarthy won over a handful of Republicans who had voiced objections to the effort — including Republican Reps. Nancy Mace of South Carolina and Victoria Spartz of Indiana — by promising to reform internal punishment procedures moving forward.

Incensed Democrats like Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez of New York denounced the entire process as hypocrisy writ large.

"Don't tell me that this is about a condemnation of anti-Semitic remarks, when you have a member of the Republican caucus who has talked about Jewish space lasers, and also elevated her to some of the highest committee assignments in this body," Ocasio-Cortez said on the floor, referring to Republican Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene of Georgia. "This is about targeting women of color in the United States of America."

[unclefathersantateddy]

what are your thoughts on teddy's relationship with his family and how they were abusive? what about his younger sister?? and his relationship with his ex wife where he was also abused by her 🤔 how do you think these affected his personality and relationships. sorry this is an English essay ass prompt but im genuinely curious lmao i love analyzing family history (obvs)

Light coming in with the big gun from the get-go!!! Hahaha thank you for a great question!!!

So from what we know about Teddy's mom, she's a bit of a Wild Card™. Likes to do what she wants, when she wants, isn't exactly your traditional grandma.

But given the majority of people become docile with age (rather than more adventurous), it stands to reason /why/ she waited until retirement to do all the things she enjoyed? Could that be why her and Teddy's dad always used to argue?

Teddy's age places his parents as either dating or hooking up around the 70s/80s. Assuming they've never left the US, this wasn't exactly a pinnacle time for women's rights.

So we have an oppressive timestamp, a turbulent relationship, and then an extinction burst (Teddy's mom doing ALL her interests in retirement) post-breakup.

These factors together connote that teddy's father may have been restrictive/disapproving of teddy's mother's interests, hobbies, passions - or may be indicative of teddy's father's disdain/nonchalance towards his wife in general. (I'm assuming they were married because 'merica). Which would be an apt representation of Boomer relationships, the whole "can't live with them, can't live without them" (totally healthy /s).

But on the flipside to a potentially controlling father, his mom IS a wild card lol. If she's still up to mad shit in retirement, WHAT was she into in her prime?? Was she Fully Unhinged™? Given her, "muchness" (for lack of better words), it stands to reason it may transfer as "feisty" or "fiery" during arguments with teddy's dad, so whilst his dad may have been authoritarian, his mom may have been inflammatory and antagonistic.

As for his sister GIVE HER SOME GD SCREEN TIME!!!!!!! WHO ARE DANA AND DAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wanna see if she's exactly like Teddy or if she's his antithesis, are they both so interested in learning about the lives of every stranger they meet? That's beautiful bro. I hope so. I both want her to be an almost identical twin to teddy, and to look exactly like her bf Dan (like the Van Houtens in the Simpsons). I think I want Dana to have the spunkiness that teddy lacks. I love the "anxious older sibling, feral younger sibling" dynamics, like what Tina and Louise have. I want an episode where Teddy's in therapy talking to Dr Marjorie about his childhood whilst Dana's out back wrestling a bar fly for his teeth or smn. Same trauma but dealt with in VERY different ways. I need it!!!!!!!!! I deserve this!!!!!!!!! LOL.

Moving onto Denise, FUCK Denise. Fuck any single individual that makes you feel like you have to change your core sense of self in order to feel accepted and/or loved. You KNOW she's that slimy level of manipulative that easily gets her own way in every situation. The type that rarely gets called up but if you call them up everyone else around will take their side. The GOOD manipulators. Real piece of shit types. The type to push you so far into a corner you come out crazy. So crazy noone believes you and they all side with the charismatic one. (These people boil my soul into an angry black jus, I become one of the 4 biles). IIRC we don't even get a full line from her, I'm pretty sure she only says "teddy?" (But please correct me if that's false), but that's still enough to solidify her as a shithouse in my mind. Questioning his name like don't pretend you don't know or recognise him you shitcunt, he gave you so much of his life. Eat a dick.

As negative as all these experiences are, I do think they shaped teddy for the better! I mean, he is a lil anxious and awkward and doesn't have the best self-esteem/confidence. BUT, he's incredibly emotionally intelligent for an old white guy. He's SO full of love, for EVERYONE. Every single person he comes across or meets (as exampled by S12E4 Driving Big Dummy), he fundamentally enjoys experiencing. They're not just people to chat to, they are experiences to be had. They are characters you've never heard of to stories you've never read. His approach to people is polar opposite to how most of us perceive other people, most of us are like Bob, he doesn't /hate/ people, but he doesn't /like/ them either. Teddy DOES like other people, he REALLY likes other people, he put the work into his trauma so it didn't taint the rest of him. I'm not gonna speak on behalf of everyone with PTSD but I know for a lot of us we fester on our trauma and victimise ourselves, often resulting in self- alienation and isolation, teddy shows no sign of that. S8E5 Thanks-Hoarding picks up on teddy being a handyman so he can "fix" his parents relationship (simplifying), but it doesn't address the fact he is CONSTANTLY putting himself out there. Handymen are a word-of-mouth trade, to be a successful handyman you HAVE to put yourself out there. To meet new people is to be vulnerable, and to be vulnerable with PTSD is like a rabbit exposing its belly to an owl yknow? Throughout the entire show we see teddy consistently putting the work in. Into every part of his life, he's making the effort to improve his life. I know healthcare in the US is a privilege that only the capitalists can afford, but it is so refreshing to see an American go to therapy instead of just complaining about how much they need therapy lol (no judgment, again I appreciate it's a nigh impossible situation to escape).

Thank you for the incredibly stimulating question, light!! (Sorry if I didn't answer all the questions fully! Will edit or update later!🤍)

[iguanastew]

Simpsons Smash Bros Vol. 1

Mario Van Houten, Homer Kong, Super Marjorie Galaxy and Ridley Burns

[lichniche]

Necromancer Tournament

i got sick so im extending the submission period! the 15th is the new deadline!

to reiterate, here are the rules:

im not gonna define necromancy, if youre not sure if somebody qualifies submit em anyway and i will either decide or if im unfamiliar or unsure too we will hold a prelim poll

submit as many people as you want but only submit each person once

real people allowed lmao ?? but i hold veto power

no ocs (sorry)

submit to the ask box! one per ask preferable!

PLEASE INCLUDE THE NAME OF THE MEDIA THEY ARE FROM

all polls will be tagged #necromancy tournament and #tournament poll and all non-poll but still tournament relevant stuff will be tagged #tournament stuff

all polls will run for one week

NOW

here are the current submissions!

anyone in orange has been submitted by multiple people

anyone not in the no category or the maybe category is guaranteed a spot unless someone raises an objection, the orange highlighting is just informative

if you are familiar with the source material and want to dispute any of these please do. if you have an opinion on anyone in the maybe column and whether they deserve to be included please share

Magic the Gathering:

Liliana Vess

Gisa Cecani

Lim-Dûl

Ratadrabik

Elder Scrolls:

Vastarie (Elder Scrolls Online)

Mannimarco (Elder Scrolls Online)

The Untamed / MDZS

Wei Wuxian

Xue Yang

The Bible:

Jesus Christ

The Witch of Endor

Dungeons & Dragons

Acererak

Azalin Rex

Vecna

World of Warcraft:

Arthas Menethil

Kel'Thuzad

The Adventure Zone

Barry Bluejeans

Lup

Abhorsen

Chlorr of the Mask

Sabriel

Guild Wars

Zhaitan

Trahearne

Palawa Joko

Marjory Delaqua

Skulduggery PLeasant

Solomon Wreath

Lord Vile

Misc:

Henry (Fire Emblem Awakening

Ned (Pushing Daisies)

Aesop Carl (Identity V)

Xykon (The Order of the Stick)

Rasputin (real life/Don Bluth Cartoon)

Edward and Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age)

Nico di Angelo (Percy Jackson)

Suzie Costello (Torchwood)

Herbert West (Reanimator)

Lewis Bernavelt (The House With A Clock In Its Walls)

Neferpitou (Hunter x Hunter)

Roger de Camden (Vampire: The Masquerade)

Joshua (The World Ends with You)

Pisces Jealnet (The Wandering Inn webnovel)

Malistaire Drake (Wizard101)

Mary (Trash of the Count's Family)

Delilah Briarwood (Critical Role)

Shang Tsung (Mortal Kombat)

Kotaro Tatsumi (Zombieland Saga)

Licorice Cookie (Cookie Run)

Wasp (Archivist Wasp)

Soren Baltimore (Camp Here & There podcast)

Wendell and Wild (Wendell & Wild)

Orochimaru (Naruto)

Amors (Death and the Maiden webcomic)

The Lich (Adventure Time)

Zanbar Bone (Fighting Fantasy)

Snap & Jacks (Snapdragon graphic novel by Kat Leyh)

Santa Claus (Puppet History ? real life ? its unclear)

Watcher (DeadEndia) (comics)

Ty Blackthorn (Shadowhunters)

Dr Hix (Discworld)

Maybe:

Steven Universe

Rose Quartz (Steven Universe)

Maya Fey (Ace Attorney)

Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)

Sauron (Lord of the Rings)

Takuto Maruki (Persona 5 Royal)

Claudia (The Dragon Prince)

Bart Simpson (The Simpsons)

Norman (Paranorman)

The Marionette (fnaf)

Merrin Meredith (Septimus Heap)

Uni (Katekyo Hitman Reborn)

Bermuda von Veckenschtein (Katekyo Hitman Reborn)

No:

The Doctor (Doctor Who)

The Master (Doctor Who)

Harry Dresden (The Dresden Files) (decided by vote)

The Locked Tomb:

Harrowhark Nonagesimus

Palamedes Sextus

Coronabeth Tridentarius*****

Ianthe Tridentarius

John Gaius

if you are familiar with the source material and want to dispute any of these please do. if you have an opinion on anyone in the maybe column and whether they deserve to be included please share

here are my personal submissions (with duplicates included- if a submission is orange it was submitted by multiple of YOU, i did not take my own list into account)

Johannes Cabal (Johannes Cabal: The Necromancer)

Grimora, Scrybe of the Dead (Inscryption)

Militsa Gnosis (Skulduggery Pleasant)

Lord Vile (Skulduggery Pleasant)

Samhain Corvus LaCroix (Hold Me Closer, Necromancer)

Dorian Pavus (Dragon Age)

Henry (Fire Emblem Awakening)

The Necromancer (West of Loathing)

Novice Necromancer (Skyrim)

Xenia of the Autumn (Lovestruck: Reigning Passions)

Sabriel (Abhorson)

[kineticpenguin]

People have mentioned how Sesame Street has killed names, but I think other shows have done damage, too. I don't think there've been a lot of Marjories since the Simpsons took off

[peteypiranhapng]

bart = short for Bartholomew

marge = short for Marjorie

maggie = short for Margaret

lisa = short for Lisa Simpson

homer= short for??????

explain??????

[chicago-geniza]

TIL that Marge Simpson was named after Jackie Kennedy (her maiden name is Marjorie Jacqueline Bouvier)

[atakeflight]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄: 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒. ft lisa at her burnt out stage in her life. based on a plotted convo with @ghostfcce

Bart just had to make a comment about the weather, and she was already sweating in this turtle neck. She just didn't want the whole school to see the hickey on her neck from Milhouse. She sort of knew why Bart was angry at her, she had always assumed he had some sort of crush on Milhouse, but she just wanted to feel seen, especially considering she had spent seven years as the forgotten one and now she was just burnt out, and what was she if she wasn't the smart one? Her decision to not go to college had only proven that. Her eyes turned to her mother who was still going on and on. She looked down at her breakfast and continued to eat her cereal.

"Lisa Marie Simpson. What has gotten into you? You used to be such a role model to your little sister and now --- you're not going to college? sneaking boys into the house. What happened to my little girl?"

Lisa rolled her eyes and pointed to Maggie (who she would find to apology afterwards, it wasn't her fault that their parents had a clear favourite. "I haven't been your 'little girl' since you had Maggie. Dad literally told the whole town that Bart and I are only here because you forgot your birth control. So maybe don't act so high and mighty, Marjorie."

"This is all the boy's doing. He's rubbed off on her." Homer interjected, and even though Lisa was angry at Bart right now for putting her into this position in the first place, she had to say something.

"This has nothing to do with Bart. You always blame him for everything! Dad you don't even know how old I am, so maybe don't try to interfere with things your tiny brain can't process!"

"That's it missy, you're grounded for two weeks! " Marge had her arms folded now, and Lisa had only seen her mother this angry at her when she had taught Maggie the wrong words when she went to that smart academy. Before it had made her run up to her room, but now? She was just too tired for that, and far to hurt by her parents.

"You didn't even notice when I was eight, snuck out the house on a bike, rode it all around town and then came back here and you two were playing chess on a bed. So, I'm sure i'll survive. Now, if you excuse me, I have school. " Lisa got off her chair, took her book bag and slammed the door.

[dishearteningmediocrity]

In this festive season, enjoy this review of the Hull Little Theatre’s 1927 Christmas play, featuring Colin Clive in several roles quite different from those he would become famous for playing. From the Hull Daily Mail, published December 27, 1927. Transcript follows; apologies for the long text post but the article is very difficult to read in the clipping.

Feast of Fun and Fancy

“A Christmas Party” at the Little Theatre

All that a child could dream about the festive season is incorporated into “A Christmas Party,” which was produced at the Little Theatre, Hull, on Christmas Eve for a fortnight’s run. It is a charming show, brilliantly produced, and the work attached to the preparation of its innumerable delights must have been enormous. From the kiddies’ point of view the whole conception of the piece gives unalloyed delight, while the adult spectators will derive interested pleasure in watching the versatile efforts of artists usually associated with dark tragedy or subtle comedy. Personally, I found the show a thoroughly delightful entertainment, and the revival of the old Harlequinade (played by Colin Clive as Joey and Frederick Piper as Pantaloon) was a particular cause for enjoyment. The two actors, who emerged from a giant Christmas cracker, clowned their way through the second half of the programme with rare style, and their patter song about the Little Theater personalities was remarkably clever.

Contrary to custom this Christman party is not a pre-arranged one. It is the sudden thought of two children--Christopher and Evangeline--who are confined to their room with an attack of measles. Unable to join in the round of festivities themselves, they invite Santa Claus and the inhabitants of the toy cupboard to an impromptu party, and the result is absolutely amazing. Father Christmas makes a dramatic entry, in traditional fashion, and then the fun begins, waxing “furioser and furioser,” until it is time for everyone to go home. Patricia Bradfield, the clever young actress who was such a “hit” last season, makes a welcome return to play the part of Evangeline, while Merle Tottenham, another capable artist, acts skilfuly as the little boy. They sing and dance with charm, and their work has the requisite ingenuousness. As the host and hostess, they have a lot to do, particularly at the brilliantly arranged supper table, when the dolls become somewhat peevish and the Golliwog finds the lemonade going to his head. Father Christmas, splendidly played by Richard Fisher, also has to help to keep matters smooth.

Many of the people appeared in several characters. Edith Sharpe was a good-humoured, but garrulous Irish nurse, and a bold Robin Hood, and her songs were warmly applauded. As Anthony Rowley, the frog who would a-wooing go, Colin Clive was most engaging, and his energy as a Jack-in-a-Box was a source of wonder. Frederick Piper made a fine King Cole, and also a splendid toy soldier. In the latter character, Mr. Piper, in conjunction with Peggy Smith, who made an attractive doll, gave us an amusing dance, which was heartily encored. When the Three Blind Mice came in it took Colin Clive all his time to hold back the Cat, which Peter Taylor Smith played most convincingly. This actor took also the part of Mr. Noah and had a good partner in Millicent Jones, who sang in a pleasing fashion. The importation of a conjurer from China caused great excitement, and James Hudson executed some clever illusions which were greatly appreciated. The following also had interesting and amusing parts: Eva Jeafferson, Hilda Whatmore, Gwen Sibley, Ursula Granville, and Barry Barnes, while the following pupils of the Hull School of Music had small parts, and presented some skilful dances: Jessie Selle, Nancy Shores, Marjorie Simpson, Enid Grantham, Audrey Appleton, and Arthur Burrell.

The musical accompaniments were played by Mr. Dennis Boocock with rare sympathy and skill. --C.E.R.

[elenamirulla]

Caspiterina! Ecco le nostre interpretazioni di Marjorie Jacqueline Bouvier Simpson, più comunemente conosciuta come Marge Simpson, personaggio creato da Matt Groening. ☺️ Non vedevo l'ora di realizzare la mia versione! 🤩 E la disegnatrice che mi accompagna è la bravissima @sara.antonellini con il suo stile molto espressivo che adoro! 🤩 Spero vi piacciano! ✨ #marge #margesimpson #simpsons #simpsonfanart #simpsonart #mattgroening #doublememeart #doublememechallenge #doublememe #saraantonellini #elenamirulla #procreatefanart #procreateart #digitalart #digitalartwork #digitaldrawing https://www.instagram.com/p/CoE4OLcMk6V/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=