that 'have you ever been punished as a child?' line Pen drops hits different when you realize that in the books, Colin was horsewhipped by his father the morning before he died and then went to Eton where they literally had something called 'flogging Fridays' during the time he attended
like Julia, Miss. Quinn, what do you mean you just threw that information in as a random throwaway line that is never mentioned again? do you not realize how WILD that makes Colin's background?
He was twelve years old??? His dad saw him hitting Eloise and then horsewhipped him, and after horsewhipping his twelve. year. old. son. he then goes to comfort Eloise by taking a walk with her and the bee stings him and he fucking dies
Colin would be out here blaming himself for that death forever are you kidding me???? Wondering if he didn't hit his sister (when they're children playing together), would his Dad still be alive? Would he still have gone on that walk? Would he still have passed away as Colin sat sobbing in the stables, hurt by his hand?
And then he goes to Eton where the only time he had off was 3 weeks around Christmas, but still has to stay there, and 3 weeks in the summer when he can finally go home to Aubrey Hall?
This timeline is BONKERS. Like. . .we know Edmund dies not too long before Hyacinth is born, and she's born May/June. Colin's birthday? Yeah, it's in March. So you mean to tell me, the order of events of all this mess could be as followed: Edmund horsewhips Colin when he's 12 years old (sometime before March), he DIES that same day, Colin turns 13 (in March), Hyacinth is born (in June), and not a few months later Colin has to go to Eton (after the summer break. Social season is Spring and Summer, and ends either July or August, so let's be merciful here and say he leaves in August) and doesn't come back for an entire year?
You mean to tell me this boy has had what? Half a year to get over his father's death after he whipped him for a minor infraction and then he's waltzing into an institution where canings and whippings and floggings and bullying are the norm when he's a teeny tiny little boy?
How is this man not filled to the GILLS with trauma???? No wonder he's so close to his mum and listens to the women around him more than the men and never talks about his dad. And he still turns out so nice and empathetic and kindhearted? He still listens so much to Pen and is so gentle with her and has a good sense of humor and cares so deeply?
That man is never raising a hand to their children. He probably won't even raise his voice at their children. Oh my god.
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Friday snippet
Thanks for the tag @lovelymasks! In honour of Hot Prongsfoot Friday, I give you some thirsty Prongsfoot. Poor Father James is being tested by Sirius over and over again. :D Nsfw part is under the cut.
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The next morning, James is reading his emails in his office. He has just finished replying to the last one and made himself a fresh cup of tea, when he receives a notification of a new email. The sender's name is S.O.B., which he doesn't recognise, and the subject line says, "Practical measures." Curious, James opens the email.
Dear Father James,
Please see the video file attached for missing information from our earlier discussion as well as a suggestion for the future.
Do let me know what you think.
I hope your day is full of revelations.
Best regards,
S.O.B.
None the wiser, James downloads the file and hits play on the video, which displays only a black screen. He's just sipping his tea when the camera zooms out and he notices the dark background is actually that of a pair of boxers. The screen shows a man's lower body lying on a bed, his toned legs slightly apart and a hand resting on top of his bulge.
James coughs and spits tea on the laptop screen.
"Shit!" He places his mug down and wipes the screen with his sleeve.
Someone sent him a believable-looking scam email, and he was foolish enough to download a porn video onto his computer. It's probably infected with viruses now.
James should stop the video. Click away. Delete the email. Empty the Recycle Bin. Do a virus check.
"Hello, Father," a low voice on the video says, and James tenses.
The hand is slowly rubbing the bulge, pausing only to squeeze it.
"I've been thinking about you."
A mixture of panic and exhilaration runs through James, and he pauses the video, stands up and rushes to lock the door to his office.
He paces around, covering his mouth, not knowing what the hell he's supposed to do. No one has truly come on to him since he became a priest, though he has had his share of longing looks from both younger and more mature women, and some of their husbands too. It's only natural and humane, but there's always been respect for his profession and conviction.
Except now, and oh, how blatantly Sirius Black crosses the line.
James sits by his desk and presses play again, knowing full well it is the path to perdition.
"Take this as part of my confession."
Sirius slips his hand inside his underwear and pulls out his hard-on, gently sliding the foreskin up and down a few times before pulling it back and stroking his length.
James's mouth goes dry. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He leans back in his chair, spreads his legs, and moves his hand to stroke his crotch. The familiar flow of blood towards his lower body no longer surprises him, but watching Sirius on screen turns James on even faster than his own imagination.
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Edit: Open tag!
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i realize this is sus behavior on my part, but i dont have anyone to tell this to so it's going up on the horny writing sideblog,
i was hooking up with a buddy while visiting Austin a few weeks ago and accidentally had to much to drink (not technically a drink- it was room temp vodka straight up, i couldnt be bothered to make a proper cocktail and i sure as hell wasnt gonna bother him to help me)
and i remember getting freakydeaky for a few hours, then i convinced him to watch princess tutu with me (i really really wish i had taken a photo to savor the memory/prove i got a straight man to watch that show with me, but you just gotta take my word for it, im afraid)
i kinda blacked out halfway through the night and got jumpscared the next morning seeing the safari tab on my phone opened and THIS was what i had opened up + my browsing history from that night 😭
guys help i think i made things weird for him :((
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It's interesting, I don't think my father really ever thinks about the ways his identity as a mixed race Japanese man has affected his life and the way he moved through the world, because most of his life was spent around other poc and in communities that didn't really view him as an oddity so he never really had that explicit discriminatory experience where his race was made the defining piece of his identity if you know what I mean, but I have this distinct memory in my mind of the way he would talk about the movie "Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle", the way his eyes sparkled and his face lit up when he talked about this movie versus other films with similar vibes, but with all white casts instead. There was something about seeing the face of young John Cho dressed in clothes that could have come from my father's own closet go on a stupid stoner boy adventure with his brown friend that made my father happy in a way no other stupid stoner boy movie ever did before, it was the only one of those movies I ever remember him even talking about let alone the amount of times he would bring "Harold and Kumar" up in conversations completely unprompted, and maybe it was just the writing that hit him differently, but I have this vague memory of him saying something about how it stuck with him more because there had never been a movie like that starring Asian guys before, that the fun and cooky oddball roles never went to men who looked like my father, but it was his personality, he was the type of guy to try to go White Castle and end up on fifty comedic tangents when he was the same age as Harold and Kumar. It's just one of those things that I've never forgotten, I doubt he even knows how much those comments stuck with me all these years, but it was one of those moments as kid you can't forget, when you see a certain emotion on your parent's face that you've never seen before. It took me years to realize exactly what it was on his face and what it was about "Harold and Kumar" that made it so special to my dad, I don't even know how much he's aware of the fact that the representation in the movie is a big part of what endears him to it, but I think about it a lot. About how that one small bit of representation, in a movie most people would probably write off, made my dad feel seen in a way he never really did before
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