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[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[commanderbuffy]

Sapphic Books Reccs

Here is my list of recommended sapphic books! There’s a lot of YA here since that’s a lot of what I read. Everything on this list I have personally read and can recommend. I’m sure there’s a TON out there I haven’t read or ones I have read and have just forgotten!

Contemporary

Astrid Parker Doesn’t Fail by Ashley Herring Blake (Adult)

My favorite of Blake’s! Enemies to lovers. SO good.

Delilah Green Doesn’t Care by Ashley Herring Blake (Adult)

A woman falls for her step-sister’s best friend. Oh, and there’s a kiddo in the mix as well.

The Falling in Love Montage by Ciara Smyth (YA)

Two girls promise a summer of fun full of rom-com worthy dates. The only rule, no relationships. Just one summer, nothing more. Sure....

Forget Me Not by Alyson Derrick (YA)

Amnesia fic where a girl forgets she ever met her secret girlfriend in their ultra-conservative town.

Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar (YA)

Fake dating between the girl who wants to validate her bisexuality to her friends and the girl who doesn’t mind the popularity boost.

Her Name in the Sky by Kelly Quindlen (YA)

Best friends to lovers! A big piece of this is also the friend group involved.

Imogen, Obviously by Becky Albertalli (YA)

Imogen thinks she’s just an Ally. Spoiler alert: she’s not. I loved the way friendship was explored in this. You see some really solid friendships as well as a subtly toxic one (that’s acknowledged as such).

Late to the Party by Kelly Quindlen (YA)

An ode to late bloomers and a journey to self-acceptance. A girl goes to her first party, befriends a gay guy who introduces her to new group of friends and one really cute girl

Margo Zimmerman Gets the Girl by Brianna Shrum and Sara Waxelbaum (YA)

Super fun involving a girl asking another girl fo “Queer 101″ lessons. Bi and Autistic rep too!

Perfect on Paper by Sophie Gonzales (YA)

A girl gives anonymous love advice and gets hired by a hot guy to help him get his ex back. Really FANTASTIC bi rep!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston (Adult)

A sexy time-bendy romance with so much heart

She Drives Me Crazy by Kelly Quindlen (YA)

My FAVORITE rom-com. I reread it constantly. Fake dating, enemies-to-lovers between the cheer captain and basketball star!!

She Gets the Girl by Rachael Lippincott and Alyson Derrick (YA)

Two girl team up to get their crushes to fall for them and start developing feelings for each other along the way.

Six Times We Almost Kissed by Tess Sharpe (YA)

Childhood frenemies forced to move in together for their best friend moms’ sake. Trauma filled and SO SO good.

Some Girls Do by Jennifer Dugan (YA)

A fun rom-com between an out queer athlete and the local beauty pageant queen.

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour (YA)

One of my favorite books of all time. A story about grief and friendship and love. A soft, quiet story.

Who I Was With Her by Nita Tyndall (YA)

A girl’s secret girlfriend dies and she is left to grieve alone until she finds herself turning to her girlfriend’s ex.

Science Fiction/Fantasy

Crier’s War by Nina Varela (YA)

A romance that leads to revolution by between two girls: one human, one Made

The Once and Future Witches by Alix E. Harrow (Adult)

This is historical and fantasy! Suffragette witches! Another one of those books I wish I could read again for the first time. Three sisters, one of them has a WLW romance

Thriller/Horror

Hide by Kiersten White (Adult)

A high-stakes hide and seek competition in an abandoned amusement park. One of my all-over favorite books of 2022.

House of Hollow by Krystal Sutherland (YA)

No wlw romance in this one, but the main character and her sister are both wlw. My absolute favorite book of 2021. What I would pay to read this for the first time again.

The Girls I’ve Been by Tess Sharpe (YA)

The daughter of a con artist is finally allowed to stop running and faking her identity, only to get stuck in a bank heist with her ex-boyfriend and current girlfriend.

Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand (YA)

Three girls who shouldn’t have a reason to team up together against an ancient evil. The new girl, the pariah, and the queen bee who’s been helping the evil all along. I have reread this book easy a dozen times.

Throwaway Girls by Andrea Contos (YA)

When a girl goes searching for her missing best friend, she finds a trail of other missing girls and battles with heartbreak after her girlfriend leaves her for California.

Wilder Girls by Rory Power (YA)

Quarantined at her girl’s school after a gruseome Tox breaks out, a girl must find what happened to her best friend who’s gone missing

Historical

Great or Nothing by Joy McCullough, Caroline Tung Richmond, Tess Sharpe, and Jessica Spotswood (YA)

The queer Little Women retelling we all deserve with a SAPPHIC JO! Set in 1942. Beth’s POV still haunts my heart

A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray (YA)

Two of the major supporting characters are WLW. This becomes more important and on the page in the later books in this series, but this is the first one.

Music from Another World by Robin Talley (YA)

1970s California. Two girls become penpals and bond over music.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid (Adult)

Hollywood icon Evelyn Hugo famously had seven husbands. This is the story of her wife.

[notonthisrealm]

Another day down another day of me desperate for more kurtbastian fics with a plot heavily reliant on Burt being a Congressman and Sebastians dad being state attorney.

Give me Hudmel-Smythe lake trips.

Awkward parties where the two have to play nice for cameras and other politicians so it looks like their fathers raised two mild mannered teenagers.

Give me forced friendship- enemies to reluctant allies(just until reelection, when they can go back to despising each other) to friends to lovers.

Give me fake dating aus: “Congressman Burt Hummels son caught in an intimate position with the son of the Ohio state attorney,” and it’s a photo where the two of them are red faced, surrounded by drunken teenagers two inches from each others face, very clearly in the midst of making out except the picture was taken out of context, probably by Santana in the midst of one of their bitch fests and then posted onto some glee page where she called the two of them annoying and Brittany replied she thought they were hot. And now everyone thinks they’re together and by god if they aren’t the most perfect couple to ever exist they can kiss their parents political careers down the drain.

Please please I love forced proximity fics!

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Dreamland

Synopsis

During a visit to a local diner, the Tenth Doctor stumbles upon a mysterious alien artefact that leads him on a mission to rescue Rivesh Mantilax from the threat of the Viperox and the clutches of the American military.

Propaganda

Literally a doctor who area 51 episode. It's done in the WORST 3d animation possible and looks horrific. The story is completely uninspired and terrible, the characters are flat and uninteresting. It was so bad that it has practically been erased from existence. HIGHLY recommend watching it with friends because it is the absolute funniest thing i've ever seen. (@Alexmey-does-an-arts )

Real Time

Synopsis

On a planet known only as Chronos, two scientific survey teams have vanished. Inexplicably. Without warning. But with just one clue supplied - a single screamed word: "Cybermen!"

The University they worked for has called in the Earth security forces who despatch a third team, a mix of military and scientific might, under the auspices of a University Administrator. If that kind of volatile grouping isn't bad enough, three strangers have been added to the mix - a young human expert in Cybermen and a mysterious traveller in space and time, the Doctor, along with his companion, Dr Evelyn Smythe.

But can they solve the riddle of the vanished survey teams before the Cybermen harness Chronos' unique temporal gifts and rewrite the history of the galaxy?

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Scream of the Shalka

Synopsis

The Doctor's TARDIS materialises in the village of Lannet in Lancashire. An annoyed Doctor, who has apparently been transported here against his will, finds the village silent. Its inhabitants are all living in fear except for a barmaid, Alison Cheney. The alien Shalka have taken up residence beneath Lannet in preparation for a wider invasion. Despite his initial reluctance, the Doctor finds himself having to save the world again, aided by Alison and an enemy who has become an ally.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Infinite Quest

Synopsis

The Tenth Doctor and Martha must find the legendary lost starship, the Infinite, before the evil Baltazar, scourge of the Galaxy, gets it.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Ronald Rat Continuity Announcement

Synopsis

The Sixth Doctor disdainfully introduces an episode of BBC3's Roland Rat: The Series, and then proceeds to inanely cry out "Yeeeaaah!" — Roland Rat's catchphrase.

After the episode finishes, the Doctor is awoken by the prodding of a pole. He recaps the audience on what they had been watching, and then excitedly tells them to switch over to BBC1 to watch Doctor Who, which he refers to as "the series". Ron Rat jumps up, calling Doctor Who "rubbish" — an act for which the Doctor attempts to shoot Ron with a ray-gun he just happens to have on his person. Fortunately for Ron, the Doctor is a lousy shot.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

The Man from M.I.5

Synopsis

MI5 agent Jimmy Bondson asks for International Rescue's help to locate the stolen plans for a nuclear weapon which threatens the safety of the entire world. Lady Penelope assumes the identity of a leading fashion model investigating the crime to lure out the culprits but is kidnapped and restrained aboard a boat with a bomb set to detonate. Scott and Gordon have little time to find and rescue her, as well as to steal back the plans, before the boat explodes and the criminals escape.

Propaganda

The First televised appearance of the Dalek Emperor. In an episode of thunderbirds no less. A continuation of the regular Dalek/Gerry Anderson crossovers which had been happening weekly in the TVC21 magazine for a year or so by this point. It is just a decent Thunderbirds episode with a cameo of the Dalek Emperor. (anonymous)

[rpgsandbox]

Welcome, traveller, to the fungus-wracked tangle of Dolmenwood, and beware, for all here is not as it seems…

Dolmenwood is a fantasy adventure game set in a lavishly detailed world inspired by the fairy tales and eerie folklore of the British Isles. Like traditional fairy tales, Dolmenwood blends the dark and whimsical, the wondrous and weird.

Streamlined rules and helpful introductory materials guide novice players, while unique new magic and monsters bring a fresh sense of the unknown to veteran role-players. We’re launching the three Dolmenwood core books, plus a range of delectable extras.

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Rife with intrigue, secrets, and magic, Dolmenwood draws travellers of adventurous spirit, daring them to venture within.

Explore the wild places of the Wood, travelling through bramble-choked dells, fungus-encrusted glades, and foetid marshes, bedding down among root and bracken amid the nocturnal babbling of strange beasts.

Unearth treasure hoards in forgotten ruins, haunted fairy manors, dripping caverns, crystal grottoes, unhallowed barrow mounds, and abandoned delvings.

Confront fell beasts, roving fungal monstrosities, terrible wyrms, tricksome fairies, and restless spirits of the long deceased.

Recover saintly relics and shrines lost in the befuddling tangle of the Wood, gaining the favour of the Church by returning them to civilisation.

Forage for weird fungi and herbs in the untrod depths of the woods, many with useful magical powers—and many that can be sold for profit.

Strike against Chaos, defending civilisation from the encroaching forces of the wicked, half-unicorn Nag-Lord who lurks in the corrupted northern woods.

Unravel secrets of deep magic, charting the obelisks, dolmens, and ley lines littered throughout Dolmenwood—but beware the sinister Drune cult that wards them.

Seek the counsel of witches and hags, masters of magic that can heal, hex, or divine the future.

Meddle in the affairs of the nobility, allying with a noble house in its intrigues and power plays in the courts of High-Hankle and Castle Brackenwold.

Journey along fairy roads, ancient magical paths bordering on the ageless realm of Fairy that allow travel throughout Dolmenwood—and perchance to realms beyond.

Return to the homely hearth to share tales of peril with quaint locals over a mug of ale and a well-stoked pipe.

The Dolmenwood Player’s Book (A4 size, Smyth-sewn hardcover, 192 pages approx., 1 ribbon marker) contains the complete game rules plus all character options.

Player’s introduction to the intrigues and mysteries of the forest realm of Dolmenwood.

Familiar character creation with the six classic stats, level and XP, Hit Points, and Armour Class.

6 playable kindreds: goat-headed breggles, starry-eyed elves, tricksome grimalkin cat-fairies, everyday humans, fungus-riddled mosslings, and bat-faced woodgrues.

9 character classes: cleric, enchanter, fighter, friar, hunter, knight, magician, minstrel, and thief.

4 kinds of magic: mighty arcane workings, fairy glamours and runes, holy prayers to the host of saints, and the odd knacks of mosslings.

Detailed, flavourful equipment with lists of adventuring gear, armour, weapons, mounts, hounds, inn lodgings, tavern fare, beverages, pipeleafs, fungi, and herbs.

Simple core rules: roll a d6 or a d20 plus modifiers versus a target number.

Easy-to-follow procedures for travel, camping, foraging, dungeon delving, encounters, combat, and downtime.

Full examples of play and introductory materials make the game easy to learn.

The Dolmenwood Campaign Book (A4 size, Smyth-sewn hardcover, 464 pages approx., 2 ribbon markers) presents a lavishly detailed campaign setting, ready for years of adventure.

Referee’s introduction delving into the regions and history of Dolmenwood.

Mysterious lore of the lost shrines, standing stones, ley lines, fairy roads, Wood Gods, and fairy nobles.

7 major factions: the Chaos-godling Atanuwë, the wicked fairy Cold Prince, the sorcerous Drune, the human nobility, the breggle nobility, the monotheistic Pluritine Church, and the enigmatic witches.

12 settlements detailed with major sites and NPCs and beautiful maps.

Expanded procedures for weather, getting lost, encountering monsters, fishing, foraging, and hunting.

200 pages of fantastic locations waiting to be explored.

Over 280 NPCs with their own desires and schemes.

Referee advice on starting and running campaigns, awarding XP, designing adventures, and creating dungeons.

Starter adventure to get you right into the action.

Hundreds of magical artefacts from enchanted oddments to mighty relics.

Over 250 rumours to drive adventure.

Easy-to-reference presentation designed to minimise page flipping and prep time.

The Dolmenwood Monster Book (A4 size, Smyth-sewn hardcover, 128 pages approx., 1 ribbon marker) details a bestiary of creatures that lurk under Dolmenwood’s eaves.

87 fully detailed monsters dripping with flavour, including encounter seeds and beautiful illustrations.

48 mundane animals including unique Dolmenwood fauna such as gobbles and gelatinous apes.

9 types of of normal humans: anglers, criers, fortune-tellers, lost souls, merchants, pedlars, pilgrims, priests, and villagers.

27 NPC stat blocks for common adventuring classes.

Adventuring party generator for rolling up NPC adventurers on quests of their own.

Over 300 rumours describing monsters as featured in local folklore.

Monster creation guidelines to keep players on their toes.

Easy-to-read stat blocks and bullet point presentation for quick reference.

Dolmenwood uses a lightly customised version of the acclaimed Old-School Essentials rules system, tailored to Dolmenwood and with some major quality-of-life upgrades. Players of all editions of Dungeons & Dragons will find the Dolmenwood rules very familiar.

Ability Scores: Roll for 6 ability scores: Strength, Intelligence, Wisdom, Dexterity, Constitution, Charisma.

Kindred, Class, and Level: 6 kindreds, 9 classes, levels 1–15.

Hit Points (HP): Roll 1d4, 1d6, or 1d8 (determined by Class) for HP. Re-roll 1s or 2s. 0 HP is dead!

Armour Class (AC): AC 10 = unarmoured, better protection raises AC.

Initiative: Streamlined side-based initiative makes combat fast and exciting: each side (monsters / adventurers) rolls 1d6 each Round—highest roll acts first.

Attacking: Roll 1d20, add Attack bonus and modifiers, try to beat the target’s AC, roll damage.

Saving Throws: Roll 1d20, add modifiers, try to beat a fixed target number on the character sheet.

Ability Checks: Roll 1d6, add ability modifier, 4 or higher succeeds.

Skill Checks: Roll 1d6, add modifiers, try to beat a fixed target number on the character sheet.

As an adventure game in the heritage of the RPGs of the 1970s and 1980s, Dolmenwood espouses the danger and excitement of the old-school play style.

Emergent character creation: Unique and surprising Player Characters emerge from quick random rolls, rather than from detailed character build optimisation.

Exploration, puzzles, and tricks: Players’ ingenuity and creativity are challenged by devious puzzles, traps, and tricks. Simply rolling dice to succeed is often not an option!

Creative thinking encouraged: Easy-to-learn rules for exploration, encounters, and combat provide referees with a robust framework from which to make impromptu rulings on players’ outside-the-box antics.

Fast, exciting combat: Combat encounters are quick to play out, leaving plenty of time in game sessions for exploration and role-playing. As in real life, combat is not fair or balanced—players whose clever tactics tip the balance in their favour will prevail!

Zeroes to heroes: Characters advance from humble beginnings to heights of great power.

Open-ended sandbox play: Campaigns focus on freeform stories evolved over the course of play, with players driving the action.

Kickstarter campaign ends: Sat, September 9 2023 4:59 AM BST

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[avese23]

Rachel Smythe is a small angry woman and Persephone is a small angry woman and as a tall petty sad girl I am their ally 🫶🏽

Live, Laugh, Launch a chair at your enemies queen

Iʻd say donʻt let the Minthes get yʻall down but Smythe has said sheʻd let that sexy lady walk all over her so I canʻt help there 🥲

[sezja]

Febuwhump Day 5: Rope Burns Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Characters/Ship: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet Triggers/Content warnings: n/a

Previously

Awake again.

They've kept him drugged; Sanson has no idea how long he's been unconscious, nor where they've taken him now - gone are the telltale golden leaves of the East End. In their place is lush greenery: this is the Twelveswood, and no mistake, though where precisely, he can't be certain. The trees give him no helpful clues. Somewhere in the East Shroud, perhaps, if he hasn't been out long... surely the process of moving him past Baelsar's Wall would have taken some time, held by the Alliance as it is.

Unless they have allies among the Alliance, too. Who can say how many heads this beast has?

He tests his bonds again... and clenches his teeth around the gag in his mouth against a hiss of pain; prays no one saw him flinch. The longer they think he's still unconscious, the more time he has to gather his thoughts.

His wrists are even worse than before, after being hauled about even further. The corners of his mouth are sore from the gag, but it's his wrists that hurt the most; he imagines they must be bleeding by now, or at least blistered - his captors have taken no precautions to ensure his wellbeing, that's for certain.

And then again, he thinks, suppressing a shudder, Why would they?

All that matters, in the end, is that Gridanians are sufficiently outraged by the contents of Gylbarde's journal, which Nourval is determined to obtain one way or another.

Surely Nourval doesn't mean for this to end in Sanson's death.

But it will, as sure as the sunrise.

Inevitably, Sanson's thoughts drift to Guydelot, and a quiet ache fills his chest. Matron, what must Guydelot be going through now? They've taken the bait, Sanson recalls one of Nourval's lackeys saying; his bard knows what has become of him... and Sanson can only pray he doesn't do anything reckless, anything that might get them both killed.

I must trust him, he reminds himself, squeezing his eyes shut against the sudden prickle of tears. I must have faith in him...

He twists his hands in their bonds, ignoring the sting of the ropes against the abraded flesh. The more he can do to aid in his own rescue, the better.

[queer-starwars-bracket]

Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 2): General Bracket Match 22

Chase Wilsorr | Identity: mlm | Media: ESB/”A Good Kiss”

Chase Wilsorr was the rebel soldier who walked between an arguing Han and Leia, and he was not having a good time when that happened. Overeager and clumsy, after failing Alliance basic training multiple times and being rejected from every other branch of the Alliance, he was a kitchen worker and runner on Echo Base. He didn’t appreciate how essential such support staff was, and he yearned to be a rebel hero. He believed in the self help novel Be Your Best Self, which was basically about self confidence and manifestation. He was an extremely skilled runner, and was familiar with all parts of Echo Base, including tunnels that were created during the construction process but were no longer used. 

He had a crush on the tauntaun handler Jordan Smythe and arranged his schedule to ensure that he would be the one delivering him caf. Despite Jordan flirting with him, he was too anxious to show reciprocation. During the evacuation of Echo Base, Chase used his knowledge of the base’s layout to save medical staff from a cave in. Then, he found Jordan who refused to leave his favorite tauntaun, Sunshine, behind. Together, they rode through the tunnels of Echo Base to reach the last evacuation transport. Upon boarding the transport, Jordan kissed Chase.

Bonus, he also had a crush on Han Solo which only stoked his anger about all the cool hero stuff Han got to do and how annoying his will-they-won’t-they thing with Leia was.

Saché | Identity: wlw | Media: Queen’s Trilogy/Darth Vader comics

Saché, born Sashah Adova, was the youngest of Queen Amidala’s handmaidens, recruited at only 12 years old. Her official role was that of page, where she could observe the happenings of the palace. Saché was often overlooked, and even as she became an adult she was often quiet and bottled up her feelings. When Padmé and her handmaidens escaped Naboo, Saché and Yané were left behind. They were put into internment camps with the rest of Naboo’s government. This forced confinement caused Saché and Yané to realize that their awkward feelings were mutual attraction. Caught transporting messages amongst the Naboo Royal Guard, she was tortured by the Trade Federation, giving her scars she would carry for the rest of her life.

After Pamdé’s term as queen, she joined Naboo’s legislative assembly. She also married Yané, and they lived in a large house with the children Yané would foster. When Sio Bibble retired as governor at the end of the Clone Wars, Saché was expected to succeed her. However, the new Emperor Palpatine appointed Quash Penaka as Moff, replacing most of the existing Naboo government. Unlike her wife, Saché joined the Amidalans, a group of Naboo led by Sabé who sought to avenge Padmé’s death. With the rest of the handmaidens, she held her own for a time in combat against Darth Vader. Despite the decimation of the group, Saché managed to survive, and when Sabé became an operative for Vader (long story), she joined her handmaidens once more to save Sabé. When Sabé was captured by Jul Tambor, the handmaidens allied themselves with Vader. When Vader and Sly Moore tried to turn them to the side of the Empire, they were unmoved. They managed to free Sabé, but she refused to leave with them and returned to Vader’s side. Crushed, Saché returned to her wife and tried to continue to live.

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Of Fire and Featheringtons: Chapter 8

Well hello friends, and welcome to my second Polin fic! This one builds on The Polin Fic (I Could Have Told You 'Bout the Long Nights on Ao3) so be sure to read that before diving into this one!

Like the other one, this fic is safe for work, but a few warnings do apply! If house fires, house fire injuries and deaths, mild gore, and mild blood aren't your thing, then don't be afraid to give this fic a pass. I'll be updating it twice a week here and on Ao3, so check back for updates.

Please really mind the tags on this one, particularly fire deaths! Take care of you first, and feel free to skip this chapter if you need or want to. This one gets a wee bit intense in spots.

I hope you enjoy this Polin fic, I had a blast writing it!

The morning of Felix’s trial dawned gray and threatening rain. Dressed in a licorice green dress, matching high-necked Spencer jacket, and respectable but slightly severe bonnet over her tightly pinned curls, Penelope walked into the Old Bailey. She was on Colin’s arm; her other arm looped through Gregory’s. The youngest Bridgerton brother had insisted that he was of sufficient age to support the family in the matter, and Anthony had somewhat reluctantly allowed him to come after a closed-door discussion with Kate and a promise that Gregory would be on his best behavior. Benedict was close on Gregory’s opposite side, and the four of them walked behind Anthony and Simon. All five men wore well-cut suits in gray or blue so dark that, like Penelope’s dress, they could be mistaken for black at a glance. Anthony’s and Simon’s strides were purposeful, and their party was given a wide berth most of the way up the walk to the building.

As they approached the stairs, however, Mr. Mondrich approached the party, nodding politely at the gentlemen and bowing briefly to Penelope before falling in behind her and Colin. Something about the man’s presence was calming; Penelope felt less exposed. That feeling only increased as they entered the building. Lord Fife clapped Colin on the shoulder and smiled encouragingly at Penelope before nodding to the rest of the group and moving to walk beside Mondrich. Lord Smythe-Smith and the Earl of Chatteris also joined their group, with Smythe-Smith walking just off Simon’s shoulder, and Chatteris slotting in beside Fife. Other gentlemen who had lost homes to fires that summer also joined their group, so by the time they reached the door to the courtroom, Penelope was securely in the center of a group of gentlemen who had every reason to see Felix convicted.

Her heart twisted; she could not deny that she felt safe in the group, and that she was grateful for both the support and the extent to which that support highlighted that she was there to bury Caesar, not to praise him. That comfort turned to acid in her belly; nothing about this day should be comforting. She swallowed convulsively several times, willing the breakfast that had been pressed on her to stay in place.

Fife and Chatteris held the double doors to the courtroom open, and the party swept inside. They were in an upper gallery across from the royal box. Penelope found herself in the center of a long bench surrounded by Bridgertons and backed by several rows of allies. She was absurdly grateful that Madame Delacroix had chosen a color that would allow her to more or less disappear in the crowd, and that Kate had worked some magic with hair oil to ensure that her hair was firmly tucked away. It would not give her away to a casual onlooker. Felix would, she was sure, be able to pick her out of the crowd, but it was unlikely that anyone who was not specifically looking for her would notice her. Being front and center in the gallery was not comfortable for a former wallflower, but she could blend quietly into the group enough to keep her heart rate merely rapid, as opposed to galloping.

She was absurdly grateful that Colin was predisposed to flaunt propriety when it suited him. As soon as they had gotten seated, he had—unconsciously, she was sure—reached down and twined his fingers through hers, squeezing firmly. She had already spotted several of the queen’s agents, and one had made eye contact with her, then given her a miniscule nod. She had nodded back, and then needed to remind herself to breathe. Although her presence could never have been kept from the queen, it was disconcerting to be identified quite so quickly.

Anthony leaned across Colin, speaking low to Penelope. “Remember, if at any point you wish to leave, we will return home,” he said.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I shall be all right, Anthony.” His disbelief was evident, but he nonetheless sat back, pensive, as they all waited for the accused to be brought in and the judge to arrive. Colin squeezed her hand again, and she squeezed back. I’m all right.

They did not have to wait long.

A side door slammed open, and two bailiffs dragged a shackled, bedraggled-looking Felix to the prisoner’s box below the judge’s stand. In lieu of gasping, Penelope’s grip on Colin’s hand tightened. His head whipped to her, but she held onto an impassive, if not entirely calm, mask.

Felix looked significantly worse for wear. He still wore the clothes that he had been arrested in, burn marks and all. They hung off his frame more than they had the last time Penelope had seen him. His cravat was loosely tied, giving him a somewhat rakish appearance that was reinforced by the several days’ scruff on his face and hair that was just long enough to be shaggy. There were also bruises on his face, some yellowed and weeks old, others purple and painfully recent looking.

Despite his appearance, once he was left in the box, Felix shook his hair back from his face—chin up, expression imperious—and lounged nonchalantly on the bench. The shackles at his wrists prevented him from spreading his arms and laying them along the edges of the box, but his posture suggested that had he been able to, he would have. Penelope had to give him credit for his performance; he certainly projected the air of an arrogant ton gentleman who was severely unimpressed by his current circumstance. He had not even cast an eye about the room, did not seem to care whether the crowds in the galleries and the main floor were for or against him.

The gallery that the Bridgerton party was seated in was at a forty-five-degree angle to the box, and the bored tilt of Felix’s head certainly allowed him to see who was there. Penelope knew the instant he caught sight of her, his bored sneer slipped into surprise for an eyeblink. She was certain nobody else saw that, but the entire room—and the judge, who entered as Felix stood—noted his insolent two-finger salute to the gallery.

“All rise for her Majesty, Queen Charlotte,” called the bailiff. Rising mechanically with the rest of the room, Penelope’s chest tightened, and rising made her feel alarmingly lightheaded. When had she become afraid of the queen?

The doors of the royal box opened, and in strode Queen Charlotte, flanked by Lady Danbury and several ladies in waiting. The queen nodded to the judge and acknowledged the room with a brief wave before finding her seat. Once the queen and the room were seated again, Penelope risked a glance at the royal box, accidentally locking eyes with the queen.

Although it was not unheard of for debutantes to swoon artfully to make a point to a gentleman—or to simply be overcome with heat at a party and swoon in truth—Penelope had never fainted, intentionally or otherwise. The fury in the queen’s eyes across the courtroom nearly broke that streak. She was suddenly lightheaded, and being already seated, she couldn’t sit to relieve it. Instead, she clutched Colin’s arm, feeling as though the queen’s dark eyes were about to swallow her whole. 

Gloved fingers gently caught her under the chin, turning her face to meet Colin’s eyes. “If you go any paler, we are leaving. I will not have you faint on me,” he murmured to her. “Take a deep breath, Pen. We’re all here for you.” She jumped when the gavel banged. Colin took her other hand as well, as they both faced forward and the trial began.  

Felix, despite the aches and pains from nearly two months of imprisonment and harsh treatment from the guards in the Tower of London, managed to maintain his air of unaffected disdain through the queen’s entrance and the solicitors’ opening statements. He suspected that nobody but Cousin Penelope had seen his shock at seeing her in the upper gallery, and his jauntily insubordinate salute ought to have distracted anyone who might have caught the flicker of expression. 

As the Featherington’s solicitor stepped onto the floor before the judge to argue his case, Felix looped his shackled hands behind his head and slumped down on his bench, closing his eyes. For weeks, the man had prattled at him to be respectful and humble at his trial, particularly since he had been caught red-handed and his workshop had been thoroughly documented by the crown to use against him. His careful forethought and planning had precluded a plea of madness. The only hope, the solicitor had repeatedly emphasized, was for Felix to show remorse and contrition. Even then, the best the solicitor had hoped for in sentencing was lifelong imprisonment.

For weeks, Felix had seriously considered trying to get out of this alive. Lord knew he could grovel when he needed to, but groveling for life in the Tower ultimately seemed pointless. Better to stand tall in the supremacy the fire afforded him and take whatever came with his head high. That would better honor the fire and the responsibility it had given him all those years ago. He grinned, remembering. 

The day after the worst haying season storm in living memory had dawned hot and gloriously sunny, without a cloud in the sky. Felix and a few of his friends–not one of them older than eight years–had escaped their nannies and tutors to play in the hayloft of the Featherington’s massive barn. They had worn themselves out stacking small bales to create forts and shooting clumps of hay and other loft detritus at each others’ walls. Finally, both factions had dissolved, giggling into sleepy stupors and then into true sleep. 

As he grew older, Felix would come to understand that a roof repair had gone neglected in that barn and that a leak had thoroughly soaked some of the bales of hay in the loft. As a seven-year-old child, however, all Felix knew was that he had gone to sleep in a sunny hayloft with his friends, and a strangely cold breeze across his face had woken him to a flaming hellscape. The smoke was so thick he couldn’t see the other hay bale fort, but he could clearly see the motionless, burning bodies of his own fort mates, and the flames that licked at his own clothes, even as his panicked hands slapped them out. Eyes watering, throat too dry to scream, Felix had thrust himself to his feet and nearly passed out, dropping back to hands and knees as quickly as he had risen. 

No child wants to die, but at that moment Felix was certain he was going to. He lacked the strength to stand and find his way to the hayloft ladder–if it hadn’t already burned away. There was no corner to hide in, and if he did nothing, then he would die when the supports burned away and the loft collapsed the twenty feet to the fire below. A lightheaded and panicked Felix was about to curl up next to the charred body of his best friend and wait, but then the fire seemed to move. 

The flames flexed and bowed with more intentionality than he expected from flames, and they seemed to arch, creating a tunnel clear of active flames. Crouched low but not on all fours to avoid burning his hands, Felix followed the tunnel. It wended through the hayloft, encouraged him to scrabble down a beam that was charred but sufficiently sturdy to support his slight weight, and pushed him through the main barn doors as the loft finally collapsed. 

Felix had crouched against the dirt road to the barn, bawling softly, breathlessly, as he stared at the flames licking up the sides of the building. It was beautiful. Eventually, the field workers saw the smoke and came running, but the building was well and truly lost by the time they arrived. 

The first few workers on the scene scattered almost immediately to raise the alarm, not seeing the child on the road. When all the men of the estate and half the nearby country townsmen had arrived to do what they could, a boy of ten or eleven was dispatched to see Felix back to the main house. Felix had dawdled the whole way, turning back and watching the flames play lower and lower as they ran out of fuel. The older boy snapped at Felix several times to come along before grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and dragging him up the walk to the house and promptly depositing Felix into the care of his nanny. 

After the fire was out and the bodies of Felix’s playmates had been discovered, there had been days of questions, many of them directed at Felix. Had any of them started the fire? How had he survived when none of his friends had? How had he gotten out?  The only answer the child had been able to offer–that the fire let him go–had unsettled every adult who asked the questions. After the boys had been buried, other parents had kept their children away from Felix. What might have been a lonely few years for another boy had, for Felix, been a time of exploration. He became fascinated with candles, hearth fires, torches, and lanterns. He wanted to see if the little fires would move for him like the big one had, whether he had really seen what he had seen. Whether the fire had really let him go. 

 Small household fires weren’t enough for him by the time he was ten. He began to slip away from lessons to start campfires in the woods. When those refused to burn hot or high enough, he began experimenting with different tinder, different structures, to see if he could find a fire he liked, and that liked him back. Try as he might, he could not find that moment of connection, of sentience, that he remembered from the barn fire. 

A chance grease fire in the kitchen when he was eleven, and the cook’s subsequent bellowed lecture to the entire kitchen staff about the dangers of pouring water on such a flame inspired Felix to experiment with different cooking fats to see what burned best. 

He buttered and burned a chicken coop for his thirteenth birthday. That time, the explosion of chickens through the entrance of the coop was enough to put out the flame, even with the off butter to coax it along. The next time, he blocked the entrance to the coop. One chicken escaped from that fire, and Felix–seized with an emotion he could not name–released that chicken to live a long and happy life in the wild rather than see its neck wrung for dinner. The fire had spared the chicken, as it had spared Felix all those years ago. Who were the kitchen girls, or even the cook, to kill it? 

After the second chicken coop burned, Felix’s father ordered him to Eton, begging help from the extended Featherington family to afford it. The lessons at school had introduced Felix to historical and literary fires, fire spirits, and an academic take on the beauty of fire that he knew to his bones. The time also taught Felix how to be cagey about his particular love of fire–he had inadvertently frightened off any potential friends by waxing philosophical about it in an early seminar–and how to set them quickly and covertly. He had never been formally named as the instigator of the stable fire at school, but he had saved his money and purchased the single surviving horse. 

When he finally returned home from school, Felix’s father attempted to teach him how to run the estate, but the two men grated on each other unpleasantly. The fire in the new barn had been Felix’s way of handling the growing unease and conflict. He had not even stacked the deck by setting packets of accelerant in the path of the exits. Had the fire judged his father worthy, Felix would have learned to live with the man, perhaps even brought him into the fold on their family’s role in allowing fire to judge peoples’ worthiness. Alas, his father had been unworthy. 

What Felix had not anticipated was having to sit through his mother’s months of weeping. It had reached a breaking point the day that Felix had simply walked into a room, and she had thrown herself at him, sobbing something about how much he resembled his father. He had–somewhat unwisely–tried to comfort her by explaining that the fire had judged his father unworthy and that she ought not mourn something that a higher power had ordained. That had simply made her cry harder for a few moments before she asked him what on earth he thought he meant. He had not explicitly told his mother that he had set the fire that had killed his father, but her eyes told him that she knew. Less than a week later, he had been packed off to Cousin Penelope. 

The Featherington’s solicitor’s account of Felix’s life to the court largely omitted Felix’s fascination and love affair with fire, but it communicated the bare bones of his story, up to and including the fact that his mother had likely known she was sending a troubled young man to a family ill-equipped to handle him. Just how his mother had managed to avoid a criminal charge for not turning her son in, Felix had to hope he would learn in hell, particularly since the family solicitor had told him outright that the crown was advocating to have Cousin Penelope charged alongside him. By her presence in the gallery, either his letter advocating her lack of knowledge had worked, or the fact that she had turned him in had removed her from the fate he was facing. 

He wondered if she had ever received the books he had sent away for. 

An open-handed slap to the face drew Felix out of his memories and thoughts. The bailiff stood before him. 

“Answer the question,” he snapped. 

“And what question would that be?” drawled Felix, ignoring pain in his face. 

The judge snorted. “Have you anything to say in your own defense, Mr. Featherington? Have you any regrets or apologies to issue? Anything at all?” 

“Fire regrets nothing and makes no apologies,” said Felix. “I do not see why I, as its hands, should either.” He caught and held the judge’s eyes, back straight and posture steady. He studiously ignored the wave of mutters behind him; whispers of “he’s mad” had no meaning. Fire couldn’t be mad, and neither was he. Out of the corner of his eye, Felix saw his solicitor throw his hands into the air and stalk toward the bench, stage-whispering some protestation or other at the judge, who shook his head firmly before banging his gavel again. 

“Given the preponderance of evidence before me, and the accused’s shameless disregard for those he has killed, injured, and put out of their homes, I can come to no other verdict than guilty.” The pause was undoubtedly to allow the room to react, but no one, not even the hangers-on in the audience on the main floor, was surprised or objected. They understood, perhaps even better than the ton, the consequences of a second great fire, and arson was particularly despised.

Instead of the expected outcry of voices, the room filled with a sense of impending doom, as though the sword of Damocles itself was hanging over the Old Bailey. Felix cast a quick glance at the gallery, checking Penelope’s reaction. She was sitting on the very edge of her bench, hands clasped in her lap, face an impassive mask. She clearly wasn’t surprised, but she, like the rest of the room, was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Felix kept his eyes on her as the judge resumed speaking. 

“Counsel for the accused has requested imprisonment for life as a sentence, recognizing the accused’s somewhat tenuous connection to an esteemed family of the ton.” He nodded to the wall of Bridgertons in the gallery. “As a judge, however, my responsibility is to more than simply the ton. My responsibility is to the memory and family of the people that the accused killed, and the greater public good. London cannot, shall not, have a second great fire, which means that London must not condone or coddle arsonists. The crown has requested a death sentence in light of the severity and extent of the accused’s crimes.” The judge sat back in his chair, pensive for a long moment. Felix watched what little color that had been in Penelope’s face drain away, accentuating the mask quality of her impassivity, although he still could not tell what she felt beneath it. 

“Mr. Featherington. This court sentences you to death by burning at the stake. You shall be taken from this place to the Tower of London, where the sentence will be carried out on the Tower Green one week hence.” The bang of the gavel was overwhelmed by Felix’s bark of laughter. 

“You are a fool,” he said, still laughing uproariously. “Fire cannot hurt me, man. What shall you do when the flames die, and I am still here? You will have carried out the sentence. Will you let a man who you fail to execute walk free? Just imagine what I shall do then!” He laughed all the way back to his cell in the Tower. 

Penelope nearly fainted when the judge announced the sentence; only Colin and Gregory’s hands at her back kept her upright as Felix–still laughing–was bodily dragged from the room. The shock had so disconnected her from her own body that Colin had to physically lift her from her seat as the room stood as the queen exited the courtroom, and the judge dismissed everyone else. From behind her, Penelope could hear the jubilant discussions about the sentence, as well as the telltale sounds of enthusiastically clasped hands and clapped shoulders. 

There was a light touch on her elbow; Penelope turned to see Mondrich behind her, eyes sympathetic, and with none of the triumph she saw in the faces surrounding her. 

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bridgerton,” he said softly. He touched the brim of his hat to Colin and moved toward the doors without giving her the chance to respond. Penelope’s head spun. Mr. Mondrich had almost lost his livelihood, and he was apologizing to her? She could not make sense of it just then. Everything else was too much, and she did not seem to be able to block out the noise and hard words of those around her. Every word, every sound, hit her like a physical blow on unprotected skin. 

“Excuse me, beg pardon, excuse me, sir, pardon me!” The polite but insistent refrain came from an imposing man in royal livery who was making his way to the front of the gallery and slid along the line of Bridgertons until he stood before Penelope. The lack of space made his bow oddly abortive; in any other circumstance, it would have been an insult. 

“Mrs. Bridgerton, her Majesty requests that you attend her.” 

“Can it not wait?” asked Colin, just barely civil with both Simon and Anthony over his shoulder. “It has been a taxing day. Surely the queen will understand if Mrs. Bridgerton needs to refresh herself.”

“I’m afraid her Majesty insists,” said the liveried man. 

“Very well,” Anthony broke in. “I, the Duke, and Mr. Bridgerton shall accompany Mrs. Bridgerton.”

“Your pardon, my lord, but this invitation is only for Mrs. Bridgerton.” The liveried man’s tone was so precisely polite as to be excruciating, and Penelope was suddenly tired of charades, machinations, and maintaining a facade for the ton.  

“It is well,” she said. “I shall return shortly.” Gently shaking off all four Bridgertons and Simon, Penelope followed the man to a private room set aside for the royal family. She heard footsteps behind her but did not look back. The last thing she needed just then was a reminder of what was still very much at stake if the queen chose to believe that Penelope was untrustworthy and had somehow skirted consequences for aiding and abetting arson. 

The room was austere in the extreme; the dark wood of the furniture matched that of the floors and wainscoting, and the walls above the wainscoting were covered in licorice green paper with dark gold accents. Thick, matching curtains covered the single window in the room, so the only light came from candles and the small fire in the fireplace. The mantle was practically gothic, with actual gargoyles carved into the columns supporting the lintel. This was a room so oppressive that it could have physically squeezed secrets out of people. 

Lady Danbury and Queen Charlotte stood together by the mantle, whispering furiously as Penelope entered the room and curtsied. No one else was present, and Penelope’s escort was outside the closed door. Breaking protocol, Penelope rose without being acknowledged and waited for the older women to end their conversation. Refraining from eavesdropping would have been a courtesy for anyone else; Penelope simply had no energy for their politics just then. 

As the moments stretched into minutes, Penelope’s temper began to boil. She was exhausted, mentally and physically wrung out, and yet she was forced to stand here and watch the political equivalent of matchmaking mamas decide whether she had performed well enough to suit them. Never mind her own feelings of guilt, betrayal, and sorrow; never mind that she was human, no. She had to be the perfect portrait for their tastes. No more. It was time to consult her own feelings. She had been named a member of this private court; she would damn well act like one. 

“Have I shown the ton where my loyalties lie well enough, your Majesty, or did I drag my brothers-in-law out to no purpose? If you are to censure me, please get on with it so I may return home. I have rather a pounding headache.” Where that bright, debutante tone had come from, Penelope had no idea. She had been aiming for politeness and neutrality. 

Lady Danbury’s jaw dropped, and both women’s heads whirled toward Penelope. The crackling fury in the queen’s eyes would have been terrifying that morning, but Penelope had passed the point of caring. 

“Have a care for how you speak to me,” thundered the queen. “I made you a member of this court, and I can remove you just as easily.”

“That may be a blessing if this entire debacle is a preface of the trust you have in me and how I am to be treated,” snapped Penelope. “I am no child flat on my back with a stab wound today, ma’am. Since joining your private court, I have done nothing, nothing to deserve mistrust and hostility, and yet I have met it at every turn! If you would have me gone, banish me and be done. It could not possibly be any worse than living with the knowledge that I turned over a member of my own family to be burned to death.”

“You may wish to have a care for the rest of your family–” began the queen before Penelope cut her off. 

“Empty threats frighten me not a whit. You have no grounds to threaten my mama, my sisters, or my in-laws, and you do not dare anger the ton with consequences for trumped-up charges. You have not the political goodwill to spare, ma’am.” 

The silence that descended was thick and shocked. An elastic moment that seemed to stretch for eternity snapped as Lady Danbury thumped her walking stick against the hard floor.

“I told you she would call any bluff you might make, your Majesty,” said the older woman, tiredly. “She would be so valuable if you would simply let your mistrust go. Hasn’t the intervening time since the final Whistledown proved that Mrs. Bridgerton can be an asset?”

“Apparently not, since she was entirely willing to allow the crown solicitor to charge me alongside Mr. Featherington,” said Penelope.  Lady Danbury’s eyes widened, and she stared openly at the queen.  Silence reigned for long minutes. 

“Things cannot go on like this,” Lady Danbury said, at last. “Ma’am, if you cannot trust Mrs. Bridgerton, we cannot function. Perhaps letting her go is the wisest course.”

“Absolutely not,” snapped Queen Charlotte. “Nothing in the intervening time since she was brought into the fold has changed the fact that she is too dangerous to remain outside this little…immediate family. The chit would have had the ton rising against me if their precious Lady Whistledown had asked it of them, and she was no great friend of the crown.” 

“I should rather think the crown is no great friend to me,” said Penelope. 

“Penelope!” hissed Lady Danbury. 

Heedless, Penelope continued. “Tell me, your Majesty, what sleight of hand did you have to pull to convince the crown solicitor that I was the one who knew what he was, not Mrs. Featherington? What sentence were you hoping I would garner? One to neatly remove me from your hair?”

“Your dear Aunt Featherington was most eager to make a deal to avoid taking any responsibility,” said the queen, clearly irritated that Penelope had recognized her hand in the backroom dealings. 

“I never fomented rebellion, your Majesty. I never committed sedition. The only thing I ever managed to do was damage your pride. If your pride is so delicate that a scandal sheet can damage it, then I cannot imagine the scandal sheet is at fault. I shall make this simple. I am leaving, ma’am. Watch me forever, if you wish, but I am done with this backstabbing cabal. I make no promises, you would not trust them in any case, but I tell you that I am leaving, and this will remain between the three of us.” Penelope curtsied deeply but briefly, rose, and used both hands and her body weight to tug open the heavy door, startling the man outside as she strode past him. 

She strode past the Bridgertons and Simon, who formed up behind her as she left the building and emerged into the gathering twilight. The cool air and the still, clear evening did nothing to settle her fury. Impulsively, she had refused to return directly to Bridgerton House, insisting that she needed to visit her mama. She had suggested that she would simply hire a hack, but Colin had lifted her off her feet and into the family carriage, saying that they could be dropped off on the way with no issue. She had chosen not to fight his “they,” as she could already see alarm in his eyes and expression. She could say what needed saying as well with him at her shoulder as she could have alone.  

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First look at Cullen Row, Carrie Kelley, Turner Hayes, Harper Row and Duela in CW's Gotham Knights!🦇

Official synopsis: Batman is dead, and a powder keg has ignited Gotham City without the Dark Knight to protect it. In the wake of Bruce Wayne’s murder, his adopted son Turner Hayes (Oscar Morgan, “De Son Vivant”) is framed for killing the Caped Crusader, along with the children of some of Batman’s enemies: Duela (Olivia Rose Keegan, “Days of Our Lives”), an unpredictable fighter and skilled thief who was born in Arkham Asylum and abandoned by her father, Harper Row (Fallon Smythe, “grown-ish”), a streetwise and acerbic engineer who can fix anything, and her brother Cullen Row (Tyler DiChiara, “The Virgin of Highland Park”), a clever transgender teen who is tired of being polite and agreeable. With the charismatic and hard-charging District Attorney Harvey Dent (Misha Collins, “Supernatural”) and the GCPD hot on their trail, Turner will rely on allies including his best friend and formidable coder Stephanie Brown (Anna Lore, “All American”), and unlikely Batman sidekick Carrie Kelley (Navia Robinson, “Raven’s Home”). But our Knights will soon learn there is a larger, more nefarious force at work within Gotham City. This team of mismatched fugitives must band together to become its next generation of saviors known as the GOTHAM KNIGHTS.

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Batman is dead, and a powder keg has ignited Gotham City without the Dark Knight to protect it.

In the wake of Bruce Wayne’s murder, his adopted son Turner Hayes (Oscar Morgan, “De Son Vivant”) is framed for killing the Caped Crusader, along with the children of some of Batman’s enemies: Duela (Olivia Rose Keegan, “Days of Our Lives”), an unpredictable fighter and skilled thief who was born in Arkham Asylum and abandoned by her father, Harper Row (Fallon Smythe, “grown-ish”), a streetwise and acerbic engineer who can fix anything, and her brother Cullen Row (Tyler DiChiara, “The Virgin of Highland Park”), a clever transgender teen who is tired of being polite and agreeable.

With the charismatic and hard-charging District Attorney Harvey Dent (Misha Collins, “Supernatural”) and the GCPD hot on their trail, Turner will rely on allies including his best friend and formidable coder Stephanie Brown (Anna Lore, “All American”), and unlikely Batman sidekick Carrie Kelley (Navia Robinson, “Raven’s Home”).

But our Knights will soon learn there is a larger, more nefarious force at work within Gotham City. This team of mismatched fugitives must band together to become its next generation of saviors known as the GOTHAM KNIGHTS.

From Berlanti Productions in association with Warner Bros. Television, GOTHAM KNIGHTS is written by Chad Fiveash, James Stoteraux and Natalie Abrams. Fiveash and Stoteraux will serve as showrunners and executive produce the series alongside Greg Berlanti and Sarah Schechter. Abrams also serves as co-executive producer. Danny Cannon directed and served as an executive producer on the pilot, along with David Madden. GOTHAM KNIGHTS is based on characters created for DC by Bob Kane with Bill Finger.

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One thing I would like to explore, but is most likely too complex for me to tackle on my own, or all at once, is the popularity of the word TERF as a tool against feminism as a whole. This will be explored, of course, from a trans positive point of view.

My main point of interest is one brought up by Alice Cappelle in her recent video “Who gets to reclaim slurs?” (which you should definitely watch - I won’t repeat all of her points verbatim but they’re more than worth listening to). Viv Smythe, who is credited with having coined the term TERF in 2008 (although she claims that it is likely she was merely the first one to use it on a blog that still exists, source: TheGuardian), meant the term as a “deliberately technically neutral description of an activist grouping“. She adds “we wanted a way to distinguish TERFs from other RadFems with whom we engaged who were trans*-positive/neutral, because we had several years of history of engaging productively/substantively with non-TERF RadFems.” (Quote: TransAdvocate) In a comment published on one of her own blog posts about the topic of trans-exclusionary feminists in 2008, Smythe added: “After a bit more reading, I think the trans-exclusionary set should better be describe[d] as TES, with the S standing for separatists. A lot of the positions that are presented seem far too essentialist to be adequately described as feminist, let alone radical feminist.” In her article on TheGuardian in 2018, she mentioned that the term “TES” didn’t catch on, theorising that the term wasn’t ambiguous enough to.

In her video, Alice Cappelle brings up the way in which the acronym “TERF” has been reclaimed by those we now view as TERFs. Alice proposes: "They took advantage of the fact that they were still referred to as feminists to position themselves as the minority within the movement." She uses the Twitter profiles of self-proclaimed TERFs as examples - they use positive terms such as “happy lil TERF” and cutesy heart emojis in the colours of the suffragette flag. (A term with a history of having been reclaimed, as she mentioned in passing earlier in the video.) She goes on to describe that "[...] their feminism is super limited. 90% of what they do is comment on pro-trans videos, articles, tweets, and it's always the exact same thing: "We don't know what a woman is anymore" and "Why do we say people who menstruate, and not women?""

In fact, in my experience, many so-called TERFs - whether they reclaimed the term or are being called such by another party - are not actively feminists, if they are feminists at all. In many cases, the acronym is used to describe any transphobe who turns out to be a cis woman. Recently, a YouTuber I watch regularly (...whom I will not name for this is not meant to be a call-out post), a cis lesbian whose content and public image show a history of being a trans ally, misspoke about a trans man she had read about. While it is evident that I can’t speak for her true opinions and intentions, it immediately struck me when I saw commenters claim it might turn out that she’s a TERF. Having watched this YouTuber for years, I recall her mentioning in older videos that she didn’t involve herself with feminism, and I certainly don’t recall her content being specifically feminist. There is, in fact, no argument to be made whatsoever that she’s a radical feminist; though I mentioned the claim that she wasn’t involved in feminism came from older content, there exists a chance that she still doesn’t take the time to educate herself on feminism, period. Yet, when these commenters saw the possibility that she was transphobic, they used the word “TERF”. My question is: why? Is it because she’s a woman, or perhaps because she’s a lesbian? Is being sapphic now synonymous to being a radical feminist? Because that sounds to me like a can of worms I don’t even want to touch. In truth, the history of lesbianism and political lesbianism is also a complex issue, which I won’t explore in-depth for the time being (though I will clarify that I’m very much criticising the idea that just because a woman is attracted to women in the year 2022, she should automatically be labeled a feminist), but I will express worry that people, many of them queer, I assume, being this YouTuber’s viewers, are willing to turn against lesbians and feminists - and that worry is one of the main sources for my wondering about the impact of using “TERF” as an insult against women.

As a note, I will add that I don’t align this train of thought with the debate of “TERF“ being a slur. As philosophy of language professor Veronica Ivy mentions: “The idea—it seems to be—is that ‘TERF’ is a term used to denigrate women, and so it is a slur. However, this is an absurd, nonsensical view of the nature of slurs.” (Source: The Epistemology of Propaganda, PhilPapers) While I may bring up the problematic ways in which any word that can describe women and/or feminism negatively winds up being used against any and all women, claiming that “TERF” is a slur is also a blatant misuse of the word “slur”. In criticising TERFs’ claims that the acronym be a slur, Ivy mentions: “[Radical feminists who don’t accept trans women as women] were labeled by fellow (cisgender) radical feminists as TERFs. This point is important, since many contemporary TERFs accuse trans women of coining the phrase/term—and, ludicrously, claim that ‘TERF’ is a misogynistic slur.” Ultimately, the “TERF is a slur” debate is one based in ignorance, if not full-on lies.

In her article Radical Inclusion - Recounting the Trans Inclusive History of Radical Feminism (source: TransAdvocate), trans historian Cristan Williams describes the blatant misuse of pioneering radical feminist opinion leader Andrea Dworkin’s work by TERF activist Sheila Jeffrey. “While she credited Dworkin as being her inspiration and spoke at length about Dworkin’s pioneering book, Woman Hating, she also denigrated the bodies of trans women and asserted trans medical care to be unnecessary. During her entire presentation, Jeffreys never once noted that—in the very book Jeffreys cited as being the inspiration for her activism—Dworkin advocated that trans people be given free access to trans medical care or that Dworkin viewed gender identity research as being subversive to patriarchy.” In the same article, Williams uses the example of Olivia Records, a radical feminist lesbian separatist music collective described as the pioneer to the 1970s-era women’s music movement, which “was itself trans inclusive, and [...] paid for trans medical care.” As she explains, Olivia [Records] endured “threats of boycott and violence from TERF activists who demanded that the collective become trans exclusionary”. Sandy Stone, a trans woman member of Olivia, was regularly threatened, and it culminated when a TERF group named The Gorgons came to a show in Seattle with guns, to be thankfully stopped by Olivia security - which had been seriously increased due to their violent threats.

What becomes evident to me is that radical feminists and TERFs are not and historically haven’t been synonymous. It cannot be denied, however, that trans-exclusionary subgroups have always existed near radical feminists, and nowadays transphobic women continue to co-opt the name, despite arguably putting less and less effort in appearing feminist at all. That being said, TERFs have always been, and continue to be a hateful group with every intent to harm other, non-transphobic feminists (and let’s not forget their willingness to perpetuate violence against trans women directly). By claiming to be the “true” radical feminists, not only do they undermine the image of the movement, but they also give themselves otherwise non-existent credibility. My argument is: by forgetting that TERFs are, in fact, not representative of historical radical feminists, we are being played by them and contributing to harming feminism and radical feminism as a whole. By letting transphobes rewrite history (as if they don’t do that enough already), we are contributing to a world in which feminism will be misinterpreted as transphobic and, as such, passé - a movement to leave behind as humanity becomes less ignorant. To cite Cristan Williams once more: “When promoting the idea that TERF activism is radical feminism itself, it becomes difficult to clearly see the courage of the women of Olivia who endured months of threats of boycott and violence from TERF activists who demanded that the collective become trans exclusionary.”

By exploring this question, I have myself learned more about radical feminism. The truth is, I had been led to believe to a certain degree that TERFs were the only radical feminists. While I dissociated them from the word feminism on its own - which fewer and fewer people even attempt to do nowadays - I had come to view “radical feminism” as synonymous with “trans-exclusionary radical feminism”. While I still have much to learn about the presence of current trans-positive/neutral radical feminist groups, I am now better informed about the history of the movement. To be honest, this will be a helpful tool to me, a cis woman, when cis men are ~nice enough~ to accept that I’m a feminist, but still have to remind me that “feminists have a history of being radical”. With my pre-existing knowledge of the strides allowed by radical feminists - even those with views that may not hold up today - it will be easier for me to defend our history and current positions now that I’m clearly aware that transphobes were never representative of radical feminism, and even strived to hurt it. Transphobes, or trans-exclusionary separatists (TES) as Viv Smythe put it in 2008, were always a hateful group of their own, with a historical wish to absorb radical feminists indeed, but no success or direct link whatsoever; our goal should be to ensure they still do not succeed.

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… crashed the app the first time I tried to paste the list Oof… this is entirely unhinged so enjoy! (I tried to avoid ones we’ve talked about before but I’m sure some slipped in and also I’m sure that I missed some 😭)

Send me a 🔁 and I’ll list one or more crossovers between our ocs that I’d be interested in talking about

Gillien

Ophelia Wayne

Isolde Kean

Lorena Falcone

Seraphini Zambini

Adhara Black

Ara Black

Carina Goldberg

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

Bridget

Augusta Beauchamp

Dorothea Bridgerton

Eliza Huntington

Emmeline Bridgerton

Georgina Pemberton

Harriet Warwick

Faith

Betty Fabray

Christina Hummel

Faye Anderson

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

May Taylor & June Harris

Mona

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Savannah Evans

Elliot

Betty Fabray

Dolly Corcoran

Jaci Jones

Johanna Berry

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Brax

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Eleanor

Betty Fabray

Charlotte Smythe (… no I don’t know anything about her I just love Hizzie)

Joy Schuester

Kendall Pierce

Marilyn Pillsbury

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Aro

Betty Fabray

Jaci Jones

Kendall Pierce

Lilibeth Anderson

Sadie Berry

Savannah Evans

Andrew

Abbie Hudson

Betty Fabray

Cece & Colton Cartwright

Dolly Corcoran

Joy Schuester

Roxie Flores

May Taylor & June Harris

Cordelia

Blake Castellan ( & Jasper Gabriel )

Cressida Brantley

Crystal Solace

Elaine & Felicity Castellan

Liz Castellan

Melody Weiss

Penelope Grace

Stella Beauregard

Victoria Blofis

Viola Di Angelo

Mercy

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Elle Hearst

Lili Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Sophie Dugray

Evie

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Sienna Elliot

Daisy

Allie St James

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Brady Mariano

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Charlotte Howard-Danes

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Jane Forester

Jocelyn Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore (ft the Willow Squad)

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Marley Tinsdale

Preston Gilmore

Sam Gleason

Imogen

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brady Mariano

Emmeline Forbes

Jacqueline Grant

Regina

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Elle Hearst

Jocelyn Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore

Nellie McCrae

Preston Gilmore

Sienna Elliot

Lydia

Lexi Danes

Jocelyn Gilmore

Preston Gilmore

Gwen Merlyn

Annika Webster

Dani Merlyn

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Richie

Allie St James

Annabel Gilmore

Antoinette Kensington

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford (& Charles Gilmore & Kaito Lauder but also Blythe x Richie)

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller

Cosette Gerard

Dani Gilmore Danes

Eleanor Doose

Elle Hearst

Eliya Rygalski

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Hyacinth Nelson (???)

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Jacqueline Grant

Jane Forester

Jocelyn Gilmore

Lili Gilmore

Lucas Gilmore

Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Marley Tinsdale

McKenna Hayden

Natalie Lister (ft the whole willow gang)

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Preston Gilmore & Lexi Danes

Sage Hall

Sam Gleason

Sara Topaz (??)

Sienna Elliot

Viviana Lozano

The Band

[ Carlotta Hayden once she’s renamed ]

Grace

Allie St James

Brady Mariano

Eleanor Doose

Evan Mariano

Gabi Mariano

Holland Bass

Ilsa Gilmore Danes

Jacqueline Grant

Jane Forester

Lucas Gilmore & Natalie Lister (ft the entire Willow Squad)

Paige Huntzberger

Sage Hall

Sam Gleason

The Band

Callum

Kirsty & the dance squad

Willow & the squad

Sam Gleason

Holland Bass

Sage Hall

Millie

Avery Stiles

Blythe Langford

Brielle Livingston & Austin Geller & Brooks Livingston

Chelsea Geller

Dani Gilmore-Danes

Nellie McCrae

Paige Huntzberger

Sienna Elliot

Fraya

Annika Webster

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Parker Allen & Noah Altman

Cassandra

Angelina Winters

Dani Merlyn

Diana Queen

Kelsey Doyle

Mercy Bowen

Mia Queen

Lillian & Max

Annika Webster

Dani Merlyn

Imogen Allen

Kelsey Doyle

Mia Queen

Nia West

Parker Allen & Noah Altman

Kendra

Carissa Grace

Cassandra Aelius

Melody Weiss

Penelope Grace

Josie Spencer

Calleigh Sheridan

Odelia Kowroski

Beth

Deborah Winchester

Elle Winchester

Esther Colt

Genesis

Isla George

Jude Winchester

Nevaeh Murphy

Phoebe Winchester

Trix Stilinski

Genesis

Calleigh Sheridan

Odelia Kowroski

Aria

Chiara Potts

Chryseis

Finley Rider

Harmony Of Atlantis

Lani Of Atlantis

Mae

Mia

Blossom

Finley Rider

Isadora Darling

Nerissa

Violet Kingsleigh

Winnie Pan

Ariana Pendragon

Elsine Pendragon

Allyria Pendragon

Lynette Starfall

Princess Aelia

Clara Gale

Andrea Hagreeves

Andromeda Hargreeves

Audrey Hargreeves

Cleo Sullivan

Dahlia Mort

Gemma Hargreeves

Helena Hargreeves

June McLaughlin

Lorelai Hargreeves

Max Carmichael

Sierra Nearing

Sunny Talbot

Tiffany Katz

Tori Hargreeves

Virginia West

Wilhelmina Hargreeves

Fortune

Beatrice

Finley Rider

Harley Hook

Princess Isabelle

Rosabelle Legume

Castor

Ara Black

Adhara Black

Carina Goldberg

Danica Lestrange

Lyarra Vance

Venus Malfoy

Violetta Greengrass

The Healer

Abbey Baker

Carys Harkness-Jones

Cassiopeia Harkness

Celeste Nichols

Ceridwen Lewis

Estella Tyler

Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe

Rose Harkness

Rusalia / The Oracle

Theia Wolfe

Matilda Fairbanks

Abbey Baker

Carys Harkness-Jones

Cassiopeia Harkness

Celeste Nichols

Ceridwen Lewis

Estella Tyler

Mina Ambrosia / The Scribe

Rose Harkness

Rusalia / The Oracle

Theia Wolfe

Beatrix Shellstrop

Bridget Atkins

Tatum Shellstrop

Amber Cain

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in 1756, after three centuries of animosity, france and austria became allies. to consolidate this diplomatic reconciliation, louis xv and empress maria theresa decided to marry their respective children. young pawns in a game of politics and power, marie antoinette and louis xvi were bound together, both destined and doomed. on their wedding day, two occurrences served as foreboding omens for their fates: a storm, which threatened ominously during the ceremony, and a riot at the fireworks display that resulted in the trampling and death of hundreds.

the dauphine [...] ran to find the dauphin, threw herself on his neck, and embraced him tenderly, saying: “my dear husband, i love you more each day. the more i compare you with the others, the better i know that you are worth more than all of them” (the guardian of marie antoinette: letters from the comte de mercy-argenteau, austrian ambassador to the court of versailles, to marie thérèse, empress of austria, 1770-1780, volume 2 by lillian c. smythe)

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IMAGES: Typhoon and Chinook from RAF train on white cliffs

Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 10/05/2022 - 12:00 in Military

Typhoon jets and a Chinook helicopter from the British Royal Air Force (RAF) met on the white cliffs in the United Kingdom to perform valuable training.

The teams had just impressed the crowds at the Bournemouth Air Festival and took the opportunity to meet near Beachy Head to practice aiming maneuvers.

Typhoons pilots exercised vital low-level interception training, working on the many challenges of finding slow targets, such as helicopters and small fixed-wing aircraft. The Chinook crew, who train evasion tactics against fast and aggressive jets, took the opportunity to experience such a situation.

Both types of aircraft recently operated in Eastern Europe as part of NATO's commitment. Chinook helicopters returned to the United Kingdom of the Baltic States, where they supported training and logistics as part of NATO's Enhanced Advanced Presence. The Typhoons have been conducted armed assaults as part of NATO's Enhanced Surveillance Activity to protect the Alliance's eastern border and stop Russian aggression. They were also deployed throughout Europe from Estonia, Finland and Sweden to the Mediterranean to train and integrate with the Allies.

Typhoons pilots are well versed in procedures for tracking targets at high altitude, with the RAF providing Rapid Reaction Alert to UK airspace 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. These multifunctional fast jets are ready to respond at any time to any potential threat in the United Kingdom, such as a civil flight that does not respond to radio calls or the approach of an unauthorized military aircraft.

The Chinooks operate with several other aircraft in the congested air/terrestrial environment, delivering heavy cargo in the cabin and suspended cargo, performing troop insertions and extractions and taking response teams to medical emergencies to and from the battlefield to save lives. Both fuselages are regularly integrated with greater forces, so that familiarity with each other's procedures is the key to a quick deployment in the short term and effective cooperation.

“The RAF aircraft are working closely with the Allies, continuing to demonstrate our commitment to NATO and Joint Expeditionary Force partners,” said Deputy Air Marshal Robinson, Commander Officer of Group 11 of the RAF. "This training on the white cliffs brings together the usefulness of Chinook, supporting the enhanced Advanced Presence in the Baltics, with the capacity of Typhoon, carrying out armed guarantee patrols on the eastern flank of NATO. I am incredibly proud of the courage and commitment of our air crew operating throughout Europe and all our people who support them."

The Typhoon, known as Blackjack, was piloted by flight lieutenant Adam 'Paddy' O'Hare, of the 29th Squadron, of the RAF Base of Coningsby. He was accompanied by the RAF Chinook Display Team, led by flight lieutenant Matt 'Schmitty' Smyth, from Squadron 27, of the Odiham RAF Base in Hampshire.

"It was great to fly next to Chinook and be part of this iconic event. These aircraft have been working abroad offering support to NATO and our partners far from the public eye, so bringing them home and showing phenomenal capacity is a real privilege," said Flight Lieutenant O'Hare, a Typhoon pilot.

This meeting was also an opportunity for RAF photographers to work with the aviation photography experts Center of Aviation Photography Media, who provided a civilian aircraft capable of remaining stable at low speeds.

“Wherever Center of Aviation Photography joins the Royal Air Force, it’s always an impressive experience,” said Rich Cooper, photographer at the Center of Aviation Photography. "These teams work hard protecting our nation on a daily basis, so putting their skills to a completely different goal and having the Center of Aviation Photography running part of the mission was a rewarding and beneficial challenge for everyone. The images you see here are the culmination of time and effort dedicated by all parties and represent the epitome of teamwork in action."

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THE CW NETWORK SETS SUPER TUESDAYS THIS SPRING AS “SUPERMAN & LOIS” RETURNS AND “GOTHAM KNIGHTS” DEBUTS ON TUESDAY, MARCH 14, 2023

“Superman & Lois” Season Three Takes Flight at 8:00pm ET/PT

New Heroes Will Rise When “Gotham Knights” Premieres at 9:00pm ET/PT

The CW Network today announced the third season of the hit drama SUPERMAN & LOIS—the network’s most-watched series of 2022—will premiere on Tuesday, March 14, 2023 (8:00-9:00pm ET/PT), followed by the series debut of GOTHAM KNIGHTS (9:00-10:00pm ET/PT).

 “The new season of The CW’s biggest show SUPERMAN & LOIS alongside our most exciting new series GOTHAM KNIGHTS will make Tuesdays a can’t-miss night of action,” said Brad Schwartz, President, Entertainment, The CW Network. “With the iconic characters and gritty streets that everyone knows, fans will experience the best season yet of SUPERMAN & LOIS and be introduced to a hunted group of crime fighters out for vengeance, following in Batman’s footsteps on GOTHAM KNIGHTS.”

 In GOTHAM KNIGHTS, Batman is dead, and a powder keg has ignited Gotham City without the Dark Knight to protect it. In the wake of Bruce Wayne’s murder, his adopted son Turner Hayes (Oscar Morgan) is framed for killing the Caped Crusader, along with the children of some of Batman’s enemies: Duela (Olivia Rose Keegan), an unpredictable fighter and skilled thief who was born in Arkham Asylum and abandoned by her father, Harper Row (Fallon Smythe), a streetwise and acerbic engineer who can fix anything, and her brother Cullen Row (Tyler DiChiara), a clever transgender teen who is tired of being polite and agreeable. With the charismatic and hard-charging District Attorney Harvey Dent (Misha Collins) and the GCPD hot on their trail, Turner will rely on allies including his best friend and formidable coder Stephanie Brown (Anna Lore), and unlikely Batman sidekick Carrie Kelley (Navia Robinson). But our Knights will soon learn there is a larger, more nefarious force at work within Gotham City. This team of mismatched fugitives must band together to become its next generation of saviors known as the GOTHAM KNIGHTS.

 From Berlanti Productions in association with Warner Bros. Television, GOTHAM KNIGHTS is written by Chad Fiveash, James Stoteraux and Natalie Abrams. Fiveash and Stoteraux serve as showrunners and executive produce the series alongside Greg Berlanti, Sarah Schechter and Leigh London Redman. Abrams also serves as co-executive producer. Danny Cannon directed and served as an executive producer on the pilot, along with David Madden. GOTHAM KNIGHTS is based on characters created for DC by Bob Kane with Bill Finger.

 Season three of SUPERMAN & LOIS opens weeks after Superman’s blowout defeat of Ally Allston. Clark (Tyler Hoechlin) and Lois (Elizabeth Tulloch) are now working at the Smallville Gazette together and enjoying small town life. But the Kents’ romantic bliss only shines a light on how isolating “the secret” can be, as Chrissy (Sofia Hasmik) struggles to balance a new love interest and her friendship with Lois. However, Lois’ own work-life balance is put to the test when an undercover assignment reveals a deadly foe that promises to change the Kent family forever. Superman would move heaven and earth for his family, but with a villain this merciless, even that might not be enough. Meanwhile, the Kent boys find themselves being pulled in opposite directions as Jordan (Alex Garfin) discovers what a superhero-identity really means and Jonathan (Michael Bishop) searches for purpose beyond the football field. Amid all this upheaval, John Henry (Wolé Parks) is haunted by his doppelgänger’s past, leading to dangerous consequences for him and Natalie (Tayler Buck). Lana Lang (Emmanuelle Chriqui) and Kyle (Erik Valdez) redefine their family post-separation, while Sarah (Inde Navarrette) explores what the future holds for her and Jordan now that she knows the truth about his powers. Having learned the hard way that no one else can be trusted to work with Superman, General Samuel Lane (Dylan Walsh) reclaims his post at the Department of Defense, only to face his own conflict in working with his grandson, Jordan.

 Based on the characters from DC created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, SUPERMAN & LOIS is from Berlanti Productions in association with Warner Bros. Television, with executive producers Greg Berlanti, Todd Helbing, Sarah Schechter, Brent Fletcher, and Geoff Johns.

TUESDAY, MARCH 14, 2023

8:00-9:00pm SUPERMAN & LOIS (Season 3 Premiere)

9:00-10:00pm GOTHAM KNIGHTS (Series Premiere)