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hvaneyflowers · 10 months

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Fernando Alonso x femreader! family!

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Fernando and y/n have been married for 10 years, and for the last 9 years, y/n has been fighting against cancer. Because of this, they can't have children on their own, so they decided to adopt.

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yourusername: Celebrating 5 years without cancer! Couldn't be more grateful for being alive and for this amazing man who I call my husband! You're the best! Thanks for being there with me when times didn't seem to be well. Thanks for never letting my hand go, and being by my side in the hospital, sleeping on the floor while holding my hand! I love you so much!! ❤️

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y/bfn: MY WARRIOR!! Such a brave girl!! Love u!! ❤️❤️

yourusername: ❤️❤️❤️

username88: Happy for you!!

lance_stroll: Happy to meet you! You're such an amazing woman! Fernando is lucky to have you.

fernandoalo_oficial: Indeed, I am. yourusername: Thanks, Lance!! You're a incredible man! ❣️

fernandoalo_oficial: Mi nena hermosa, you're so brave, I love you so much!

yourusername: ❤️

username77: So gorgeous! Wishing you and Nando the best!

username99: Wishing you a happy life!

username222: I hope your dreams come true!!

yourusername: Soon, very soon! 🙏

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fernandoalo_oficial: Mi hermosa esposa, mi todo, mi amor, el amor de mi vida, te amo! (My beautiful wife, my all, my love, the love of my life, I love you!) You're the bravest woman I've ever known. I remember the day the doctor told us what the problem was, it's still vividly in my mind. I was scared of losing you, but I knew I couldn't give you up so easily. I will be by your side, no matter what! ❤️

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yourusername: love you so much, baby!! ❤️

f1: congrats yourusername for 5 years without cancer! Hoping to see you soon in the paddock!

username2: I want a husband like Fernando!

username65: I want Fernando as my husband! 😉

f1fans00: rookie of the year is the husband of the year!

carlossainz55: what a lucky man you are, Nando!

fernandoalo_oficial: very much. The luckiest man in the world!

sebastianvettel: my favorite couple! Miss you so much! You're the best @.yourusername❤️

jensonbutton: the only person who can bear @.fernandoalo_oficial!

fernandoalo_oficial: HAHAHA so funny 😒 yourusername: but it's true 😚 fernandoalo_oficial: 😒

username899: my fav couple! my fav wag! 🙌

username99: I wish the best for you!

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yourusername: Te amo España! | I love you Spain!

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username77: OMG! They're in Spain!

username99: Are they on vacation or something? I know they live in Switzerland. username11: me too! I thought they were in Miami because of the race! username77: the race it's next week. Maybe they took some days off! Strange but understandable.

carmenmmundt: Missing you in the paddock!! Please come back!

the_crochet_girl: same!!! See you in Miami!

username112: I love how the wags love each other! It's so beautiful!

username23: I know!!! They're the best!

username999: I love your style!! Come to Barcelona next time!

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f1news: Rumors say that Fernando and his wife, y/n, had adopted a little Spanish boy early this week. If it is true, congrats to the couple!

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username33: WHAT?!

username99: Are you telling me we'll see Nando as a real father?!

fernandoalonsofans: OMG! I need this to be true! They'd be the best parents in the world!

username55: I NEED THEM TO CONFIRM ASAP!!!

username66: Would his name be 'Fernandito'?

username77: Nandito Jr., the world champion!! I can see it!

username33: So happy for them!!!

username88: So that's why y/n said her dream would come true soon! HER BIGGEST DREAM WAS TO BE A MOTHER!!

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yourusername: All my life, I've wanted to be a mother. It was my biggest dream. When I married Fernando 10 years ago, the first thing I wanted to do was look for a baby Nandito, but unfortunately, I had cancer. I needed to give up my dream of having a baby on my own to live. All these years, I was so sad because I'd never become a mother, but now I am. Meet Matías Fernando Alonso y/ln, the new addition to our family! He's 4 years old (soon to be 5) and loves cars and animals! We're so happy about this incredible opportunity. Our dreams came true with his arrival! We are deeply in love with him and looking forward to the future! ❣️

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f1: Congrats! We know you'll be the best parents in the world! Welcome, little Matias, to the F1 family! See you in the paddock!

astonmartinf1: Welcome, Matias, to the F1 and Aston Martin family! Hoping to meet you soon!

username777: OMG! So it was true!! I CAN'T BELIEVE!!! SO CUTE!!

username999: Little Matias looks so cute! Congrats!

username8880: And he loves cars! Perfect son for Nando! Congratulations!

username0190: Rockie of the Year has become a father!! I'M IN HEAVEN!!

lance_stroll: Congratulations! He'll have the best parents in the world!

landonorris: FATHER IS A FATHER! OMG!

carmenmmundt: CONGRATS BEAUTY!! YOU'LL BE THE BEST MOM!!

the_crochet_girl: Congrats!!!! Bring him to the paddock so he can meet Sky and be friends!!

hulkhulkenberg: but no so close, please!

kellypiquet: CONGRATS!! SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! ❣️

fernandoalonsofans: AMAZING! SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS!!!

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fernandoalo_oficial: Welcome home, Matias! We've been waiting for you for ages! I promised you to be the best father I can. I'll give you the world and all my love. You and your mother are the best things that happened to me! I love you more than you can imagine! Can't wait to teach you how to drive a kart and everything! ❤️

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yourusername: you'll be the best father, mi amor! ❤️

fernandoalo_oficial: and you'll be the best mother in the world! Te amo nena! ❤️

landonorris: FATHER IS A FATHER! CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Is he going to prepare you coffee? Because I can teach him how to make your favorite one!

username18: Lando doesn't forget his time in McLaren when he used to prepare coffee for Nando hahaha! landonorris: never!

hulkhulkenberg: Congrats!! You'll be the best parents in the world!! pss. don't let him be so near to my baby girl, please! I don't know if I can survive that!

the_crochet_girl: cry.

username188: Congrats father!!!

fernandoalonsonfans: Congratulations to the best father in the world!!!

charles_leclerc: BRING HIM TO THE PADDOCK!! I'll have gifts for him!! He needs to meet his cousin Charlesito!

carlossainz55: He needs to meet all of us!!! danielricciardo: YES!!! He'll have the best cousins and uncles in the world! username817: OMG! The whole grid is going to be uncles and cousins to this little kid! I'm jealous! username890: Fernando and y/n, don't you want to adopt me? I know how to cook!

maxverstappen1: Congratulation!! Wishing the best for you!

lewishamilton: Congrats, mate!!! Roscoe wants to meet him!

yukitsunoda0511: congrats!! He's too cute!

username91991: My favorite couple are my favorite parents now! CONGRATS!!!

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suraemoon · 4 months

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Dad!John Egan Headcanons

🧡: Here are a bunch of thoughts about Bucky as a father (Specifically to a bunch of girls because this man gives me major girl dad vibes and that’s what I was most inspired by) My inbox is always open for requests.

🧸 Inaccuracy warning: I mention pregnancy tests and a quick google search has informed me that pregnancy tests did not exist in the forties. I’m not gonna make the reader pee on a frog (yes that was an actual method back then) so I’m simply gonna keep that part in. Please forgive me in advance.

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You, the newly wedded wife of Major John Egan, found out you were pregnant on a warm July evening

After a few days of extreme nausea and bedridden reflection over the wild memories of a thoroughly exciting and all fulfilling honeymoon, you had rising suspicions over the cause of your ailment

A concerned John Egan simply could not stop himself pacing around any room you were in, always on standby for when his wife might need him

Bucky did not want to automatically assume you were pregnant

Despite having to wake up frequently throughout the night to become a designated hair holder while you vomited into the nearest toilet

For your husband simply didn’t know if it’d be considered rude or not to assume

So he rode out the waves with his dear wife, whispering reassurance while all the food emptied her stomach, offering a firm arm to hold onto when she stood up too fast and needed to be steadied

Finally, you decided to take a test; wanting to give all these internal questions a confirmed answer

There was also a desire to put your poor husband at ease by uttering the not-at-all-anxiety inducing words, “Don’t worry, Bucky. I’m not dying. I’m pregnant.”

And pregnant you were

Shaky hands held a positive pregnancy test on a scene that, even decades later, you can never fail to recall; a few moments of silence ensued as you stared at the test, making sure that your eyes were not deceiving you and the world indeed wasn’t playing on of it’s trick.

Meanwhile, Bucky was keeping himself occupied by walking back and forth on the stone path that ran through the front lawn

His hands were in his pockets, waiting patiently for you to finish your business and come out of the house

The two of you take daily walks, a designated time for watching the glistening sun start to rest in it’s cozy blanket that is the night sky

Strolling down the concrete sidewalk hand-in-hand while calmly reflecting on the events of each day

Your mind was thoroughly racing in that bathroom, filled with a gallery of intense thoughts

But the moment you exited through the front door and ran into Bucky’s arms, clutching a pregnancy test close to your chest, all words seemed to escape you

You nervously handed it to him and watched how his eyes widened at the sight of the two lines, his signature smile tugged at his lips until he was grinning ear to ear

“This is real, baby? You ain’t joking with me? Oh my God…”

Immediately, he picked you up and span you around in excitement as you giggled in his arms

Once he put you, the sunshine of his life, back down on the ground after your miniature orbit, his soft lips made themselves a home and kissed all over your darling face

“Ever since I met you, you’ve made me the happiest, luckiest man in the world.”

As long as he has you, he has everything he ever needs

And now you two get to bring a new blessing into the world

A perfect little darling who is half you, half Bucky

Created by the fruition of pure love and raised by a couple who possess hearts full of adoration from the moment they discover the existence of their creation

Every evening from that day forward, he covers every square inch of your growing belly with kisses

He whispers to his little one between pecks with his lips against the soft skin of your belly

“We’ve got a little ball player in there, hm? Gonna be a Yankees infielder one day?”

He’d lay down beneath you with his head against your belly

Purposefully trying to make you laugh, just to see the funny but beautiful jiggle of your stomach

Praising you for how amazing you are, just to see your pretty face light up at all of the compliments

“You’re growing a whole life in ya. Nothing I’ve done is as brave as that. The strongest girl I know, my girl. Mine, mine, mine.”

Bucky is such a girl dad and all of his girls are daddy’s girls through and through

You give birth to your first little one and she’s so tiny swaddled in his arms, the sun shining softly through the hospital room windows.

A little while later, newly acquainted father and daughter are in complete bliss while relaxing in the lounge chair at the corner of the hospital room

He’s shirtless and she’s laying on his chest

He’s adoringly whispering to her but it’s in an octave so soft that only him and his little girl can hear. The most beautiful little secrets that will stay between them forever.

You get a lot of attention post birth too. He’s thanking you, telling you how strong you are, how you’ve changed his life forever, you’re the love of his life, he loves you, he loves you, oh how he loves you.

The second baby comes not too soon after the first and it’s another little girl

Baby number three is another girl

The fourth little darling has plenty of bright eyed big sisters waiting for her at home

There’s a drawer full of hand-me-downs but there is also an array of brand new stuff because every baby is her own person. They all get the same amount of preparation, dedication, love, and care.

Did he used to dream about having a son? Sure.

But girls make amazing little baseball players

And dads make amazing fairy princesses

Bucky becomes very accustomed to tea parties, glitter, sparkles, and having his nails sloppy painted

Pigmented eyeshadow used as blush, contour, and foundation all in one

Some days he gets weird looks when walking around in public, unaware to the fact that his nails are still messily painted in various shades of purple from last night’s beauty salon shenanigans

Handing the cashier some money at the grocery store (his wallet has a photo of all of his girls) and for some reason the rest of the line has gone quiet. “What? I’m not the first person to pay for food here, right?”

Little does he know that him and the lady standing line behind him have matching manicures

You help him rub it off with some rubbing alcohol later that day, knowing it is most likely going to be replaced in a bright, sparkling new color sooner than later

Once you two start having children, it’s hard to get a night alone

As the moonlight hours go on, the bed indents frequently throughout the AMs as more and more little Egans climb into you and Bucky’s bed

Blankies and stuffed animals grasped in their little hands as they gravitate towards the body of warmth that is their peacefully sleeping father

The next morning, when the sun’s warm light starts to flood through the windows and the birds outside have started to chirp a morning’s greeting into the blue sky, you wake up to a family reunion

There is a little girl snoring with her head on Bucky’s chest, they have matching pair of parted mouths and a father-daughter set of similar sounding snores

A dark haired toddler is curled like a kitten at the foot of the bed, her white nightgown resembling the soft baby blanket she was first swaddled in as a newborn all those years ago

You can hardly sit up to see where the rest of the Egans have ended up because John has a strong arm around your waist, he’s been petting your silk nightie ever since you first put it on last evening

As you look at the clock on the nightstand to see what time it is, for some reason there is a three year old curled up on the floor, sleeping under her baby blanket. Who knows how that happened.

On the days where your blue birds don’t wander into your comfy nest at night but instead manage to stay fast asleep in their own beds, expect a stampede in the morning

Their adamant on doing anything to wake Bucky up

One is pulling the sock off of his foot, another is brushing a finger through his eyelashes

His pink cheek gets poked, his eyes get prodded at, and the bed turns underneath turns into a trampoline

But John does not wake up angry, it is quite the opposite

He has his signature cheeky smile, pulling the kids in for morning kisses and hugs as they giggle in his strong hold

He reaches over the Egan pile to give you a kiss on the lips with a soft “good morning, honey” in the raspy morning voice that makes you swoon every time

The Egan girls do not stay asleep for long, they are full of energy and ambition, creativity and fun

There’s been countless instances where Bucky has been the number one victim…I mean, playmate for their shenanigans

He puts on a silly British accent, one that he had to have learned back in the pub at Thorpe Abbots, and is always dedicated to whatever role the girls have given him to play

“Care for some tea, m’lady?” as his oversized hand holds onto a tiny porcelain teapot, pouring some air flavored tea into miniature pink teacups

The Egan house is full of tutus and dresses, teddy bears and baby dolls

A kindergartner tries her hardest to put an earring in his ear, unaware of the fact that his earlobes are indeed not pierced

“Owww. At this point ya might as well get a needle and poke a real hole in it, that’s what this feels like. The jabbing hurts, dolly.”

“A needle? That’s how ya do it?”

“No, no. Wait-”

“You're gonna look soooo pretty, daddy.” She runs as fast as her little legs will take her.

Don’t worry, she does not manage to get her hand on one of your sewing needles. Those are kept up high, away from the tiny little fingers. Bucky’s virgin earlobes manage to live another day.

Picture the image of him laying down on the living room lounge chair with a pile of little Egan girls on top of him, sleeping peacefully like cute kittens.

He smooths their dark hair, and whispers just like he did when each of them were growing in your womb, just like he did when each of them were swaddled little newborns fresh from the hospital

He doesn’t tolerate anyone who makes a backhanded comment about his girls

When you have a car full of little girls, people feel the need to put in their two cents about your family

When you were pregnant with your second? “Let’s hope it’s a little boy. A girl and a boy would be perfect for you two.’

A few years later, you’re strolling down the street with a little girl holding each hand and a swollen pregnant belly displayed by your pretty maternity dress when you receive the backhanded comment by a passerby: “Is the little boy cooking right now? You want someone to pass the last name onto, don’t ya?”

It’s when you have three or more that the “I’m so sorry”s and “You must be disappointed”s start rolling in.

One day, you got back from taking the kids to the grocery store

The moment you see Bucky, all of the Egan girls run to hug him

It’s not long before he has a little girl clinging to one of his legs, one with her arms around his neck, another holding his hand with no intent of letting go

You quietly recounted to him later in the day how the grocery store cashier remarked upon glancing at all the pink, “Your poor husband. You refuse to give him a boy, huh?”

Bucky was ready to drive to the grocery store and give that worker a piece of his mind

He has healthy, happy kids. What’s there to be poor about?

Bucky is protective of his family, even before little Egan’s got added to the family, he’s always been protective of you

If someone ever bothers you, makes you uncomfortable or says something bad about you, he has to confront them

even though if you insist over and over again that it’s no big deal

You two have always served as an inspiration to your girls, a model of a healthy and happy couple

They grew up with a father who is wholeheartedly enamored with the woman he loves

They mature into women who were raised to expect nothing less in their own men

And if they ever forget their worth, they have Bucky Egan right there to remind him

“Don’t waste your tears over him, dolly. You’ve always been a strong, beautiful girl. Ain’t no dumbass highschooler is gonna change that.”

John Egan is the comfiest, more secure shoulder to cry on

He wipes his little girl’s tears and smooths her hair while she cries

He tries to make her laugh with a dumb joke or two

“I knew just by the way that kid walked that that fool was no good. Strolled around with his nose in the air like a…I don't know, a cockatiel? Mhm, a cockatiel. Had his hair done up like one too.”

“Daddd. What’s that even supposed to mean?” Her voice is still shaky and her hold on him is still tight.

“That he aint good enough for my daughter, that’s what.”

Seeing his children sad is one of the things that absolutely breaks him, he’ll mope around the house worried sick until he knows that they’re feeling better

Let’s just say that the next time John Egan comes across the boy who made his daughter cry, that kid does not have the nerve to come near her ever again

That kid shivers when he hears the name “Egan” because of the stern talking to he had after school that one day

“You’re lucky that you’re a dumbass child. But kid or not, that bullshit won’t fly. Ever. Hurt my daughter again, utter her name even, and you’re getting punched in the fucking mouth. That’s a promise, not a threat. Trust me.”

He’d implore the newspaper boy to do it

And the kid would

Because it’s Bucky Egan

The cool dad everyone wishes they had

And someone managed to get on his bad side? They deserve what is coming.

If his daughter is a little older and it’s an actual grown man that breaks her heart? Yeah, that dude actually gets the pleasure of being sucker punched across the face by John Egan himself.

But eventually his little girl’s do find their soulmate, men who treat them right

Bucky can’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks as he walks one of his beloved children down the church aisle, processing the fact that his little girl isn’t so little anymore

He makes sure to keep a handkerchief on him because there is no doubt in his mind that it will be needed throughout the whole ceremony

It does not truly sink in for Bucky that his girls are growing up until he sees them dolled up in gorgeous white dresses, their faces radiating happiness and joy for the biggest day of their lives

Handing her over to her new husband while light shines through stained glass church windows, family and friends gathered in the pews

and her hand is just as delicate as it was all those years ago when a newborn baby first grasped her dad’s finger

And he promised to love her and protect her for eternity

Emotional father-daughter dances— holding her close while singing the lyrics to a sentimental song, the same one he used to sing to her as a bedtime lullaby all those years ago

He twirls his little angel, all dressed up in tulle and lace

The whole day is full of reminiscing to the past

“Remember how chaotic our house used to be, honey?” He’d whisper to you after the ceremony with a dry laugh and a shake of his head

And chaotic it was

You remember how Bucky would rangle them all up for bathtime, like an oversized border collie herding a pack of tiny lambs

When you try to help him by catching a running toddler in your arms, Bucky immediately puts his hand on your shoulder and stops you

Gently taking your hand in his and leading you to the nearest place to sit, “Sit back and relax, honey. You’ve been working around the house all day. Dad’s in charge of baths today, I promise. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, alright?”

After some reluctance, you ultimately agree to stay uninvolved, but even though you are sat down, you do not stay unentertained

You watch as Bucky holds a kid upside down in his left arm while scooping up another rowdy toddler in his right

Your middle child jumps on his back, holding onto his neck like Jack climbing the beanstalk

It’s moments like that, seeing your husband’s joyful smile while little ones cling onto him like rambunctious monkeys, that you remember why you made John Egan a father

Moments like that make you grateful that you had the privilege of helping him become a dad because...wow is he meant for it

He shines most when around your littles and it’s clear for anyone with eyes to notice that

After an hour, all the kids were bathed and powdered and dressed in comfy nightgowns

You couldn’t help yourself from giggling as John let himself fall back onto the couch with a drenched shirt and bubbles shining in his dark curls

That night you two took a well needed, candlelit bath of your own

It was nothing short of romantic. John rubbed your feet as compliments and praises started to fall from his lips

“I really don’t know how you manage to do all of that when I’m gone, sugar.”

You lean your head back against the tub while responding in a calm voice, “It’s a lot. That’s why I wanted to help you get ‘em in the bath. We’re a team. A unit.”

“Mhmm.” His hand leaves your foot and makes its way to your soft calf, lifting your leg out of the water. He gives the leg a resting place on his broad shoulder, turning his head in order to easily be able to leave a trail of deep kisses on your skin. The kisses stop when you hear a raspy whisper from his lips, “Just wanted to give you a break is all. You know, sometimes I wake up wondering where those kids get all that goddamn energy from.”

“Oh honey, I wonder who they get it from…”

It was years following the birth of your youngest girl—when all of the newborn clothes, blankets, and bibs were finally folded away into the attic with no little one to make use of them any more—that a surprise happens

All of the kids have started and settled into school at this point, leaving some extra freetime during the day…

It’s a boy

He’s the baby of the family

Waddling around in tiny blue overalls and muddied baseball jerseys

Smiling wide twin dimples adorning each of his rosy cheeks

On sunny days, he rides on his father’s shoulders in the backyard while Bucky makes airplane sounds with his mouth, pretending to be the B-17 that’s flying his little boy through the air

He grows up to be so similar to his father, it’s uncanny

The same characteristics, the same smile, the same sense of humor, the same bountiful heart, the same love for baseball

He is not given any favoritism for being the only boy

Every child is different and treated as their own unique human being, raised with the same love and core values no matter the gender

Another lucky girl gets to have her own Egan

And if all of those years spent raising your son into being the best human he can be did him any good, you couldn’t be happier for her

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Ahhhh, I hope you enjoyed. Finally, I’m writing again. I’ll admit that I’m a little rusty but that’s fine. I’m the only one who reads over this stuff, so sometimes I’m afraid that when I post my incomprehensible rambling…it looks like incomprehensible rambling. My inbox is open for requests, comments, and anything else you want to chat about! I like talking to people! :)

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lisbeth-kk · 5 months

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May Prompts

It's the day of the Fall in the Sherlock fandom...needless to say that today's prompt is fall...

The Luckiest Girl in the world (chapter 4)

Summary: Rosie starts to interact with her uncle in earnest, much to Sherlock and John's delight. Mycroft is not that amused...

Four Years Old

Shortly after our seaside visit, things were set in motion by the British Government, aka Mycroft Holmes. Papers were signed, and a few months before my fourth birthday, I was Sherlock’s legal daughter. My Papa. God, how I love him. Just as much as I love Dad. And the adoption came with more benefits. I got an uncle and two grandparents as well.

My uncle Myc, as I call him, which he wrinkled his nose at in the beginning, is a complex man. Like his younger brother, but also different. The walls around him are thicker and not as easily penetrable as Papa’s. Gaining access to Mycroft Holmes’s heart, is no easy feat. Only a handful of people have managed it, and I’m the last one in line. Walls can indeed fall.

Dad told me how Papa constantly bickered, argued and fought with his brother, but Dad knew there was love there. Uncle Myc did anything in his power to keep Papa safe, and later Dad and me.

When I started to really interact with my uncle, Papa apparently had the time of his life, because at the age of barely four, I had no idea who Mycroft Holmes really was, or what he was capable of. I just saw a pompous man, always dressed in a three-piece suit, and carrying an umbrella. The latter spurred my brain, not to mention my tongue, into action.

“Why do you always have that parasol with you?” I asked and pointed at his umbrella.

Papa rumbled and Dad chuckled. It was Papa who had told me the name of the item.

“It’s an umbrella, Rosamund,” he said stiffly and glared daggers at his brother, fully knowing who had “taught” me the name.

I didn’t care what the damn thing was called, but stared stubbornly at him and waved a hand, as Papa used to do when he didn’t want to be troubled with trifles.

“Why?” I asked sternly, lifting my chin in challenge.

“Oh, John. That surely is the spitting image of what you looked like when you turned his offer down in that garage all those years ago,” I heard Papa say.

I had no idea what he was talking about, and didn’t bother asking, so I continued staring my uncle straight in the eyes, daring him to deny me an answer.

“You got your stubbornness from your dad,” Papa always says.

Uncle Myc cleared his throat and sat down on the sofa, before he explained some nonsense, I didn’t believe for a second. How the British weather is unpredictable, that he sometimes needed it for support if his leg should, for some reason, give way. At that point Papa and Dad snorted in unison and I rolled my eyes. That got me a tiny hint of a smile. It probably reminded him of his brother when he was my age.

“When you’re old enough, I will take you to the shop that makes these, and let you choose your very own,” he offered in a tone that was supposed to be friendly, but his lack of training in that area, made it sound more like a threat.

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“Did you see his face, John,” Papa laughed when everyone had left my birthday party.

Dad giggled and was almost unable to answer, clinging to Papa’s arm like it was the only thing preventing him from falling.

“I did! Please tell me he still got surveillance cameras in the flat,” Dad said breathlessly and looked up at Papa with a pleading expression.

Papa bent down and kissed his forehead, and whispered something I couldn’t discern. It clearly contained something sentimental, because Dad cupped Papa’s face and murmured “love you”, before they started laughing again.

The reason for this silly behaviour had everything to do with Nana’s gift. It was an umbrella. Light green, with yellow flowers, green plants, and a white bird with a large beak on the rim. That in itself, wasn’t what got my fathers into a fit of giggles, but rather my outburst after I’d thanked Nana for it.

“Look, uncle Myc! I got one too. Just like yours. “

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Hi! Might I suggest a song? Francesca by Hozier gives me HUGE Elriel vibes :)

I heard it’s about a couple from Dante’s inferno that were condemned for being affair partners. However, hozier doesn’t vilify them but instead makes their love seem so strong and the speaker has no regrets. It reminds me a of Elriel because, while I don’t believe they are having an affair in any way, it represents acting outside of the path that was set for you. A love so strong you damn the consequences to be together.

Just some thoughts :)

Thank you for your suggestion!

I love Hozier and Dante’s Inferno (i’m so very italian in this Moment 😂) was one of my favorite works to study 🥹

This song was in my list already especially for The tragic and forbidden 😏 story of Paolo and Francesca

Yes it involves adultery BUT it was inevitabile for how their story began. I will put a small summary I found because I’m still not very Good with written English 😅

Francesca was the daughter of the lord of Ravenna, a city-state at war with Rimini, a rival power in northern Italy. To secure peace, Francesca’s father entered into an alliance with Rimini’s leaders, agreeing to marry his daughter to their heir apparent, Giovanni, who has been variously described as uncouth and deformed or crippled. The Francesca’s father was perceptive enough to realise that his romantic young daughter would not welcome such a man as her husband, so the handsome Paolo was invited to stand proxy for his brother at the wedding. Unfortunately, it would appear that no one told Francesca that Paolo was only the proxy. Francesca had fallen instantly in love with the dashing Paolo and must have thought herself the luckiest girl in the world, so we can only imagine her feelings of horror when she discovered the truth. Paolo and Francesca began an affair and when Giovanni discovered them, he killed them both in a rage.

So yes it has some very Elriel vibes (minus The tragic end I Hope!) I’ll leave a little of their quote from Dante’s Inferno its too beautiful 🥹

Love, that can quickly seize the gentle heart,

took hold of him because of the fair body

taken from me—how that was done still wounds me.

Love, that releases no beloved from loving,

took hold of me so strongly through his beauty

that, as you see, it has not left me yet.

[…]

One day, to pass the time away, we read

of Lancelot—how love had overcome him.

We were alone, and we suspected nothing.

And time and time again that reading led

our eyes to meet, and made our faces pale,

and yet one point alone defeated us.

When we had read how the desired smile

was kissed by one who was so true a lover,

this one, who never shall be parted from me,

while all his body trembled, kissed my mouth.

A Gallehault indeed, that book and he

who wrote it, too; that day we read no more.”

Ah to read a scene like this in their book 😍 my heart would not Be able to handle it 🥹

#elriel #elain x azriel #asongforelriel #pro elriel #paolo and francesca #parallels

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nattinatalia · 2 years

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Urban Wyatt x Reader Instagram AU

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urbanwyatt Date night with the wifey 🤪❤️

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yourusername Very much needed, I love you 😘

urbanwyatt Indeed it was but let’s get home to our daughter I miss her 🥺 and I love you too ❤️

yourbestiename Look at that smile 🫶🏻 she deserves the world and more.

urbanwyatt & I’ll make sure to give it to her

yourusername BABYYYY 🥺 you’ll make me cry 😢

druski2funnny Can you two go back to your toxic ways and fight all the time? I miss the drama.

jackharlow 💀💀💀💀

yourusername I HATE YOU @ druski2funnny

druski2funnny & I hate that you don’t entertain me with your chaotic relationship.

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yourusername Being parents and having our daughter definitely changed our lives and I’m happy to say it was for the better. Life is even more fun and greater with her in it, and watching my husband be her daddy is the best damn thing ever!!!!! The happiness in both their faces brings me joy and peace.

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urbanwyatt 😢

urbanwyatt You woke up and decided to make me cry huh? I fucking love you, you and Cassie are my entire world and I’m beyond grateful for the both of you.

jackharlow 🥺💜

yourbestiename Seriously, it’s so beautiful watching our husbands be the best daddy’s to our kids.

cozane ❤️

druski2funnny I’m telling ya I miss the fighting.

urbanwyatt Get over it

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urbanwyatt My girls for life ❤️🤞🏼luckiest dude in the world.

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cozane Cassie 🥺❤️

yourusername We love you for life 😘 ❤️

claybornharlow fam 😍

druski2funnny I guess you’re alright when you’re not fighting even though I want to see a fight happen

yourusername You want to see a fight? Lets go you and and me, Urb records and then after you can watch it 🤣

druski2funnny 🙄 You’re annoying

urbanwyatt Says the one who keeps texting Jack about making us fight

druski2funnny & he failed miserably

jackharlow You’re not the one who has to deal with the backlash!!! They fight, then my wife gets involved because y/n makes her get in the middle of it and then I have to come and save Urban. ITS A STRESSFUL SITUATION!!!!!!!

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let-it-show · 1 year

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The Magic in Love

I just...I wanted to write, first of all.. And I wanted to write a scene of Anna watching Elsa be beautiful with her magic, and the feelings that come from that. So this is lots of mush and softness and stuff read if you need emotions okay *~~~~~*~~~~~* "Wow! She's amazing, isn't she?" "Look at her magic! She can do so much!" "Oh oh! You missed it, she made the reindeer statue skate!" The corners of Anna's mouth tugged upwards in yet another smile as she listened to the words of those around her. Indeed, her sister was impressive to watch, something Anna never tired of doing. How could she when Elsa spun around the way she did and shot sparkling ice from her seemingly dainty fingertips, manipulating such power to her own will?

She had to admit that tonight's particular scene was intensified by the beating of drums from the Northuldra. Elsa danced in time along with a few members of the tribe, her white dress and cape sleeves whirling in the soft glow of street lanterns. The various diamonds and bits of ice that adorned her clothes almost seemed too showy, but then she would slow down with the rhythm and cross her arms over herself, hands stroking down her own arms as tendrils of ice wrapped around them. Her head bowed down, dress only moving with the breeze. Ice crystals manifested in the air all around and turned serenely. They made no sound but Anna still felt a gentle chime in her bones, something soothing and almost alarming at the same time.

There were 'oohs' and 'aahs' all around as Arendellians and Northuldrans alike were impressed. Even the children who played on the ice playground and animals that Elsa created for them had to stop and take in the scene. No one could turn away from what they saw. Had time stopped?

Anna felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

The music began to speed back up. Elsa brought her head back up with such a brilliant smile that it went straight to Anna's heart. Her blue eyes sparkled and her gaze centered on Anna, who met it right back with a knowing look.

Sure, the dance and the show was for the people of their kingdom, of their huge home. It was for those they held dear and wanted to nurture, wanted to protect. The queens strived to do all they could for their people, from hours of meetings and signing documents to entertainment - both mingling and shaking hands, to putting their abilities and joy on display.

As much as they shared - they also had their own beauty that they kept between themselves.

The smile that Elsa directed at Anna was the same beautiful smile she greeted her with every morning when Anna groggily woke up. Elsa's enchanting eyes met Anna's at night when they laid together in their bed and Elsa told her she looked beautiful.

When Anna looked at the ice crystals in the air, she did see the admiration in the eyes of the audience. She also saw the light from the fireplace dancing off of them as they hugged the wall of their room and Elsa brushed her red hair with one of her many fancy brushes.

Elsa's own hair swirled with her as she began to pick up the dance in earnest, and so Anna's thoughts jumped again. Anna knew the feeling of that light blonde, nearly white hair draped on either side of her head like a curtain. Sometimes the ends would slide down over her shoulders and the light touch would tickle. When she giggled, Elsa found it hard not to giggle back before her lips pecked every bit of Anna's freckled face. It would make Anna giggle even more and wiggle under her, which she knew was Elsa's goal all along.

"How does she do that!?"

"Oooh pretty lights!"

Another chorus of gasps sounded around Anna as Elsa raised her arms up quickly and as she did, ice rose sharply from the ground beneath as if on marionette strings. Each piece had a glow about it, some white, some purple, and some blue. Anna never asked why Elsa had such color abilities, but she didn't care.

Elsa would create glowing ice around their room, sometimes surrounding Anna when she lay in the bed without a shred of fabric on her. When Elsa made her glow like that Anna could feel it coming from her heart in return. Each time, she was overcome with the sense that she never knew she could feel the way she did in that moment, with Elsa sighing over her.

A few loud bangs on the drums pulled Anna momentarily from her thoughts along with applause. They were reaching the climax of the dance, and maybe soon the end of the night. Anna was hit with a familiar feeling of excitement for the finish, and never wanting it to reach that point.

Flurries of glimmering snow shot from Elsa's fingers, and minor blasts from her hands. There was care and control to each show of magic, presented to dazzle everyone around. Those hands never failed to deliver and Anna shivered thinking about how Elsa's fingers would trace icy patterns over her skin. She would trace flowery designs down her stomach and legs, gaze flickering up now and then to watch Anna watching her. Anna couldn't take her eyes off her and Elsa was all too aware of that.

Then those hands would cup Anna's face, the cool touch a welcome relief to the heat that was almost always reddening her cheeks. The frozen pads of her fingers would skim over Anna's parted lips as Elsa took her time watching her, studying her. She would sometimes do it for quite a while. Anna didn't care if Elsa was making her body a work of art or simply looking at her - she didn't want it to end.

After all that time and with how much she loved her sister, she couldn't stand for it to end.

It always did, and as such, the dance came to a sudden striking end as she shot a massive blast of ice into the air to explode into several large snowflakes. They stood out strikingly against the dying light of the day and everyone gasped, yet again. Then they clapped and yelled and Elsa's body relaxed, as did her fellow Northuldran performers. Once again a celebration had come to a joyful finish, at least for the time being. Undoubtedly, people would party into the night as they always did.

Anna knew she and Elsa would, whether or not in would include the soft glows and smiles or glasses of wine with a choice circle of guests. As much as she fantasized during the dance - she was happy to be with Elsa no matter what they were up to.

Not one to wait and let others compliment her first, Anna rushed forward from her place with most of the royal council. She hurried so much she tripped over her own two feet and stumbled right into a surprised Elsa's arms before hugging her so tight that the blonde made a strangled huff.

"That was amazing! You're amazing!" Anna told her excitedly, smooshing their cheeks together. "Everything about that was just do beau-perfifull..ack..." Of course she was tongue-tied within seconds. That always happened, too, no matter what she did. She could think all the coherent, enchanting thoughts she wanted, but rarely did anything end up coming out smoothly.

As usual, it made Elsa laugh, which was music to Anna's ears. Some things never did change - and she was beyond thankful for it.

#Elsanna #ficlet #Anna #Elsa #Frozen 2

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loopy777 · 3 months

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WBTA if I asked for even more Iroh II headcanons ? Seriously. I loved the ones you provided. I could totally see Iroh having everyone fawning over him yet he chooses to marry a childhood friend.

No one shall be shamed on this blog for asking for headcanons, no matter how many servings you've already had. I'm not a fan of Dickens and I've never even read Oliver Twist.

People who don't know Iroh -- or, rather, don't know him well but are in a position to observe him from a distance -- think he's a prodigy at everything he does and one of the luckiest people alive. Things just seem to work out for him, no matter what he's doing. This has actually gotten mixed a little with a general long-standing resentment of the Fire Nation in the rest of the world, that it has thrived so much in the years since the war. It's not enough that it's an economic and military powerhouse that has managed to maintain its traditional lands, but its leaders seem to be blessed by the spirits themselves.

The truth, which Iroh's closest friends and family know, is that he's had to bust his butt for everything he's accomplished in life. He actually has a learning disorder, although I don't know enough about them yet to assign one to him, and required specialized tutoring. He's always been clumsy, so he's had to do double the amount of training as everyone else to learn his Firebending forms. He's not the quickest thinker and he actually has bad instincts, so he also had to train himself to have a completely artificial set of reactions, and when he can, he takes as much time to think things over as possible.

Essentially, Iroh's big advantages are his tenacity and the opportunity his family has provided for him to have all the time and resources he needs to be the best version of himself. He recognizes this and loves his family dearly, even though he and his mother have their policy disagreements.

He owes a lot to the United Republic military, as well. Like many Fire Nation enlistees, he did a few years in the Fire Navy before being 'loaned' to the United Republic. The UR is where the world's excitement is, with all the drama that seems to seek it out and the incompetent leadership that turns every situation into a disaster. Iroh fully enjoys the structure and community, despite his tendency to "creatively interpret" his orders, and the regimented climb through the ranks gave him the time and framework to work on his skills. He is a royal, so of course he started as an officer, but he didn't use his status as a way to leap straight to the top. But, granted, his commanding officers tried to be nice to the next ruler of the Fire Nation unless he disobeyed really important orders. So one of the things he learned in his early years was how to peel potatoes, but knife skills are something his family are big on, so he just had to learn how to apply those early lessons to spuds.

It was a similar climb through the ranks that got him married. Despite having so many qualities of a romantic hero, Iroh is a not a love-at-first sight kind of guy. His childhood friend was indeed just a friend during childhood, and he had both boys and girls as friends, despite attending the Boys Academy until graduation. That particular friendship grew into being best friends, and then the best friends fell in love, and then they cautiously explored a new level in their relationship, and then they married their best friend just like the common wisdom. To an outsider, it looked inevitable, but again, for Iroh it was a steady grind that required work (including writing daily letters from wherever he was stationed) and lots of careful thought. His mother, at least, could guess where things were going fairly early on compared to everyone else (or perhaps she was influenced by her hopes and lucky), so she laid the groundwork for the formal arrangements when the time came. His marriage was something they never argued about.

One thing Iroh never quite mastered, though, is arguing itself. He has trouble understanding how what is self-evident to him can be so opaque to other people, and so he has trouble convincing anyone of something more complicated than "If we attack this place, we can win." Again, his place in the military served him well in this, because they've never been big on their people being able to argue at a higher level. He's going to have to put a lot of work into this before he can become Fire Lord; people seem to get nervous when a Fire Lord doesn't want to talk through a conflict.

#anonymous #iroh part two iroh harder

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angrywalter01 · 11 months

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Gerald Amos: Journey to Dora Sullivan

This is Gerald Amos. Gerald Amos is from Camden, Rockville, Neverland. Gerald Amos loves Ale, Bars, Beer, Brewing and Festivals. Gerald Amos is a Brewer who works at Collingfield Brewing Company in his hometown Camden, Rockville, Neverland. Gerald Amos goes there every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. Gerald Amos has day offs on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. Today is Friday and one day Gerald Amos was reading the newspaper and it said "Miss Rock Band Contest to be held at Arena Neverland, Neverland City, Neverland State, Neverland on Saturday at 18:00." Gerald Amos immediately decided to go there because Gerald Amos was a huge fan of Dora Sullivan, Mistress of Rock Band and when straight to the Neverland Airship that takes 3 hours from Camden, Rockville to Arena Neverland, Neverland City, Neverland State. It was Saturday and when Gerald Amos got into the Neverland Airship, Gerald Amos had the biggest shock of his life and that was sharing the room with Dora Sullivan. It was Gerald Amos's luckiest day ever so Gerald Amos decided to go and say hello.

GERALD AMOS: Hey!

DORA SULLIVAN: Hey!

GERALD AMOS: I'm Gerald Amos.

DORA SULLIVAN: I'm Dora Sullivan. I see you follow me on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, because I am your number 1 biggest fan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Thank you. Glad to see that you are a huge fan.

GERALD AMOS: I can’t believe that I am sharing the room with you, Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Yes, me too. So tell me about yourself.

GERALD AMOS: I love Ales, Bars, Beer, Brewing and Festivals. Because I am a Brewer at Collingfield Brewing Company in Camden, Rockville, Neverland where I am from.

DORA SULLIVAN: Nice! I'm from Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America (USA).

GERALD AMOS: Nice!

DORA SULLIVAN: Is there anything else that you want to know about me?

GERALD AMOS: Yes. I think personally that you are going to win the Miss Rock Band Contest because what I personally describe you is that you Dora Sullivan are indeed:

A Perfect Match for Rock Band Top Model.

Mistress of Rock Band.

My All Time Favourite Captain of Rock Band Ladies.

My All Time Favourite Female Rockstar in Rock Band.

My All Time Favourite Rock Band North American Women’s Champion.

My All Time Favourite Rock Band Women’s Champion.

My All Time Favourite Inter-Gender Rock Music Champion.

My All Time Favourite Leader of Rock Band Ladies.

My All Time Favourite Miss Rock Band.

My All Time Favourite Miss Rockstar.

My All Time Favourite Women’s Legends of Rock Champion.

My All Time Favourite Women’s Warriors of Rock Champion.

My All Time Favourite Women’s World Rock Music Champion.

The Most Beautiful Rockstar in Rock Band.

The Most Popular Girl in Rock Band.

The Most Wonderful Rockstar in Rock Band.

The Number 1 Amazing Female Rockstar in Rock Band.

The Number 1 Best Female Rockstar in Rock Band.

The Number 1 Greatest Female Rockstar in Rock Band.

The Number 1 Hottest Rockstar in Rock Band.

The Number 1 Sexiest Rockstar in Rock Band.

The Queen of Rock Band.

The True Icon of Rock Band.

The True Rock Goddess of Rock Band.

The Warrior Princess of Rock Band. That is what exactly what I personally describe you as.

DORA SULLIVAN: Wow! Thank you ever so much. No one has ever said that to me before. You truly are absolutely kind, loving and very sweet.

GERALD AMOS: Anytime, Dora Sullivan. I will always watch your back and guide you as always because I am your number 1 fan and more loyal to you than anyone else. Dora Sullivan, may I please become your manager for tonight's Miss Rock Band Contest?

DORA SULLIVAN: Well ever since you showed me loyalty, yeah sure. But first things first, you must do me a favour that gives me extra powers and wishes me extra good luck in the Miss Rock and Contest.

GERALD AMOS: Dora Sullivan, as your number 1 favourite fan and more loyal to you than anyone else. Yes, I will always do you an favour. Please tell me what your favour is in order to give you extra powers and wish you extra good luck in the Miss Rock Band Contest

DORA SULLIVAN: I’m truly happy that you would always show loyalty to me. Right, so the favour is this. It is something special to build a way of a community, caring, courage, friendship, happiness, harmony, joy, kindness, love, loyalty, passion, peace, pride, power, relationship, respect and sharing of a personal space. It is a secret that no one should never ever know about this. It’s unorthodox. The real reason why I am personally saying this because I wanted to keep it a secret between you and me ever since you are so loyal to me who follows me on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.

GERALD AMOS: As always, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: I love it when you call me that. Are you ready?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay, here it goes. As I reach out to you because you always show more loyalty to me and always guide me, I would personally want you to worship my ass. The World’s Most Famous Ass in Rock Band.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. I have been personally waiting for this all my life.

DORA SULLIVAN: And it is your lucky day, slave. So lay down on the floor please.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Dora Sullivan takes her clothes off and spreads her ass cheeks)

DORA SULLIVAN: Do you love my naked body?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. You truly have an incredible naked body. It is a dream come true for me.

DORA SULLIVAN: I’m glad that you love my naked body. First things first, you can start by kissing my ass cheeks.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos kisses Dora Sullivan's ass cheeks)

(Gerald Amos continues to kiss Dora Sullivan's ass cheeks)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Did you enjoy it?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. I absolutely love kissing your ass because it’s absolutely beautiful.

DORA SULLIVAN: I’m glad that you love to kiss my ass cheeks. Next, you can smell my asshole please.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos smells Dora Sullivan's asshole)

(Gerald Amos continues to smell Dora Sullivan's asshole)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Does it smell good?

GERALD AMOS: It smells absolutely delicious, Mistress Dora Sullivan. I am truly excited about this.

DORA SULLIVAN: I’m glad that you are excited about this because now, it’s time for you to clean my asshole with your tongue so please lick my asshole.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos licks Dora Sullivan's asshole)

(Gerald Amos continues to lick Dora Sullivan's asshole)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Is it delicious?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. It is absolutely amazing, beautiful, delicious, delightful, fantastic, fresh, good, incredible, lovely, marvellous, nice, nutritious, perfection, refreshing, remarkable, romantic, scrumptious, spectacular, superb, tasty, wonderful and yummy because it has a salty taste that tastes so good.

DORA SULLIVAN: I’m very glad that you love the taste of my asshole. Next suck my asshole please.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos sucks Dora Sullivan's asshole)

(Gerald Amos continues to suck Dora Sullivan's asshole)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Does it taste good?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Your asshole is incredible tasty and I absolutely love it with all of my heart.

DORA SULLIVAN: I’m glad that you love sucking my asshole. Now, open your mouth for something extra special especially for you.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Dora Sullivan farts on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Dora Sullivan continues to fart on Gerald Amos's mouth)

GERALD AMOS: Mmm. Delicious.

DORA SULLIVAN: Do you love my farts?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Your farts are absolutely delicious and it is my all time favourite thing to do when I worship your amazing ass, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: So it’s your all time favourite thing to do? Do you want to have some more?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Open your mouth.

(Dora Sullivan farts on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Dora Sullivan continues to fart on Gerald Amos's mouth)

GERALD AMOS: Mmm. Delicious.

DORA SULLIVAN: You really love my farts don’t you.

GERALD AMOS: Mistress Dora Sullivan, your farts are absolutely amazing, beautiful, delicious, delightful, fantastic, fresh, good, incredible, lovely, marvellous, nice, nutritious, perfection, refreshing, remarkable, romantic, scrumptious, spectacular, superb, tasty, wonderful and yummy and I personally want to spend the rest of my entire life being your personal fart slave, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Hmm, really? I’m glad that you love my farts and I am truly blessed and honoured that you want to spend the rest of your entire life being my personal fart slave. That’s exactly what you’re going to do because you show more loyalty to me than anyone else. Now for something even more extra special especially for you so please open your mouth.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Dora Sullivan shits on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Gerald Amos eats Dora Sullivan's shit and swallows it all)

DORA SULLIVAN: Is it delicious?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Your shit is absolutely amazing, beautiful, delicious, delightful, fantastic, fresh, good, incredible, lovely, marvellous, nice, nutritious, perfection, refreshing, remarkable, romantic, scrumptious, spectacular, superb, tasty, wonderful and yummy.

DORA SULLIVAN: Do you wish to have more?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Open your mouth.

(Dora Sullivan shits on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Gerald Amos eats Dora Sullivan's shit and swallows it all)

(Dora Sullivan continues to shit on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Gerald Amos continues to eat Dora Sullivan's shit and swallows it all)

(Dora Sullivan continues to shit on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Gerald Amos continues to eat Dora Sullivan's shit and swallows it all)

DORA SULLIVAN: I'm glad you love to eat my delicious shit.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay, it's time to clean my asshole with your tongue so please lick my asshole.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos licks Dora Sullivan's asshole)

(Gerald Amos continues to lick Dora Sullivan's asshole)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Now for something on a Glass Cup for you to clean your mouth.

(Dora Sullivan pisses on Glass Cup)

(Gerald Amos drinks Dora Sullivan's piss)

DORA SULLIVAN: Is it delicious?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Your piss is absolutely amazing, beautiful, delicious, delightful, fantastic, fresh, good, incredible, lovely, marvellous, nice, nutritious, perfection, refreshing, remarkable, romantic, scrumptious, spectacular, superb, tasty, wonderful and yummy.

DORA SULLIVAN: More piss?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Dora Sullivan pisses on Glass Cup)

(Gerald Amos drinks Dora Sullivan's piss)

(Dora Sullivan continues to piss on Glass Cup)

(Gerald Amos continues to drink Dora Sullivan's piss)

DORA SULLIVAN: There. All gone. You love the taste of my fresh piss don’t you.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. I love your piss so much.

DORA SULLIVAN: I’m glad that you love the taste of my fresh piss. Okay, now clean my pussy with your tongue please.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos licks Dora Sullivan's pussy)

(Gerald Amos continues to lick Dora Sullivan's pussy)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Do you love cleaning my pussy with your tongue?

DORA SULLIVAN: I’m glad that you love the taste of my fresh pussy. Right, back to kissing my ass cheeks please.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos kisses Dora Sullivan's ass cheeks)

(Gerald Amos continues to kiss Dora Sullivan's ass cheeks)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Back to cleaning my asshole with your tongue please.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos licks Dora Sullivan's asshole)

(Gerald Amos continues to lick Dora Sullivan's asshole)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Now, your number 1 favourite thing to do. Open your mouth.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Dora Sullivan farts on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Dora Sullivan continues to fart on Gerald Amos's mouth)

GERALD AMOS: Mmm. Delicious.

DORA SULLIVAN: You truly love the taste of my farts.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Dora Sullivan farts on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Dora Sullivan continues to fart on Gerald Amos's mouth)

GERALD AMOS: Mmm. Delicious.

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay, back to smelling my asshole please.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos smells Dora Sullivan's asshole)

(Gerald Amos continues to smell Dora Sullivan's asshole)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay and stop. Now then, one last time clean my asshole with your tongue please.

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

(Gerald Amos licks Dora Sullivan's asshole)

(Gerald Amos continues to lick Dora Sullivan's asshole)

DORA SULLIVAN: Okay time's up. Did you enjoy worshipping my ass?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life worshipping my ass?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Do you love my naked body?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever because you truly look good naked and you have a perfect naked body.

DORA SULLIVAN: I'm glad that you love my naked body. Would you spend the rest of your entire life seeing my naked body?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Do you love my ass?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life with my ass?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Do you love being my personal slave?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life being my personal slave?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Did you enjoy kissing my ass cheeks?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life kissing my ass cheeks?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Did you enjoy smelling my asshole?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life smelling my asshole?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Did you enjoy cleaning my asshole with your tongue?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life cleaning my asshole with your tongue?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Did you enjoy sucking my asshole?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life sucking my asshole?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Did you enjoy swallowing all of my farts

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life swallowing all of my farts?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever. Because it’s my favourite thing to do.

DORA SULLIVAN: Open your mouth.

(Dora Sullivan farts on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Dora Sullivan continues to fart on Gerald Amos's mouth)

DORA SULLIVAN: It's the most delicious taste.

(Dora Sullivan continues to fart on Gerald Amos's mouth)

GERALD AMOS: Mmm. Delicious.

DORA SULLIVAN: There all set. Now then, did you enjoy eating my shit?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life eating my shit?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Did you enjoy drinking my piss?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life drinking my piss?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Did you enjoy cleaning my pussy with your tongue?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Would you spend the rest of your entire life cleaning my pussy with your tongue?

GERALD AMOS: Yes, Mistress Dora Sullivan. Always and always. Forever and ever.

DORA SULLIVAN: Now then, the final question is this. What did you enjoyed the most when you worship my ass?

GERALD AMOS: Your delicious farts, Mistress Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Open your mouth.

(Dora Sullivan farts on Gerald Amos's mouth)

(Dora Sullivan continues to fart on Gerald Amos's mouth)

DORA SULLIVAN: It's very important that you keep swallowing all of my delicious farts to give me extra powers and extra good luck for Miss Rock Band Contest.

(Dora Sullivan continues to fart on Gerald Amos's mouth)

GERALD AMOS: Mmm. Delicious.

DORA SULLIVAN: There all set. Right then, time for me to prepare for tonight's Miss Rock Band Contest.

(Dora Sullivan puts her clothes back on)

DORA SULLIVAN: Thank you ever so much for doing me a favour that builds a way of a community, caring, courage, friendship, happiness, harmony, joy, kindness, love, loyalty, passion, peace, pride, power, relationship, respect and sharing of a personal space.

GERALD AMOS: You're welcome, Dora Sullivan. Anytime you need a favour, I will always be there to guide you, help you, reach out to you and show you more loyalty than anyone.

DORA SULLIVAN: For that, you deserve to be my manager for Miss Rock Band Contest

GERALD AMOS: I am absolutely honoured, Dora Sullivan. Shall we go together?

DORA SULLIVAN: Sure. You deserve it. Right let’s go.

And so Gerald Amos managed Dora Sullivan and the results are that Dora Sullivan has won Miss Rock Band Contest and it was the happiest moment for Gerald Amos and for Dora Sullivan. They got back in to Neverland Airship to head home.

DORA SULLIVAN: I'm very glad and very happy that you managed me and helped me win Miss Rock Band Contest. That truly means a lot to me.

GERALD AMOS: The pleasure is all mine, Dora Sullivan. Anytime you need me, I will always be there and also you can have my phone number as I will give you my phone number.

DORA SULLIVAN: Wow! Okay, sure! I'll give my phone number. That's very sweet of you.

GERALD AMOS: As always, Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: See you very soon.

GERALD AMOS: Until we meet again. Goodbye, Dora Sullivan.

DORA SULLIVAN: Goodbye, Gerald Amos.

Gerald Amos got home safe and went straight to his room to think about Dora Sullivan and to fantasise about Dora Sullivan. It was the happiest moment that Gerald had ever had in his entire life. Maybe some other time, Gerald Amos will tour with Dora Sullivan and all of her friends. But that is another story to come.

THE END

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thegrimalldis · 2 years

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William Geraldi how I love you. Eleanor is the luckiest girl in the world to be loved that much by such a good man.

He's just perfect all around ❤️❤️ Eleanor is indeed the luckiest girl

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jonquildove · 3 months

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tyrellsgoldenson:

“All the better for being home and away from King’s Landing as I am sure that you can relate to, my lady." He replied, golden eyes soft and smile gentle as he stood next to the Stark girl, he hugging his kitten called Kirsty, and looking out over teh gardens. It was beautiful, it having a water fountain looking like the ocean with sand, and beach houses there. "How are you finding HIghgarden? You are being treated well I hope?”

“I can indeed relate, Ser Loras.” Sansa thought she could fall right into the depths of these sweet, kind eyes. She thought she was the luckiest girl in the world to have the opportunity to soon marry one as kind and gallant as him. She had suffered a lot at King's Landing, having nightmares of car crashes, including her driving home one day, she crying and wiping tears from her face, as the windshield wiped away rain in the moment she was driving. She had run over Loras in her dream, he looking astounded, as she stepped on the brake too late. She had then gone to prison, wearing green shirt and pants. “Highgarden is splendid, it is everything I have ever imagined. Roses everywhere, and such beautiful gardens. And I am truly treated well; your family is most accommodating.”

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frootyrooties · 1 year

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sweetheart, you know we are the world’s luckiest parents to have most talented and well-behaved children this world has ever seen. Enzo, that cheeky little monkey, but a well-mannered lad nonetheless. this morning after tennis practice his instructor pulled me to the side and shared how the little man stayed after to help clean up. such a good lad. and Agnetha, our little girl is growing a little too fast for my liking. you should listen to her play Bach on the piano..my God, the girl is a prodigy..it’s mindblowing how talented our daughter is. i can hardly believe it myself.

indeed, indeed we are the luckiest parents, Mr. Stewart. we’ve raised them well 😌 and oh my god, did he really? OUGH how precious..i’m SO proud of our little Enzo. and now why am i not surprised that Agnetha has grown to be quite the musical prodigy? her father passed on his impeccable musical genes to her, she was destined to be a musical prodigy. the way i see it, they really do take after you, Eric. talented, wise and kind-hearted.

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lisbeth-kk · 4 months

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May Prompts (22) Night

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 22)

I'm so sorry. Go get those tissues. I've used all of mine.

Summary: Rosie gets devastating news, and all she can think of is how her Papa is coping.

Twenty-Two Years Old

When Dad called with the news, my first thought was quite irrational: oh no, we’re never going to celebrate our twentieth anniversary! The second thought hit me with force and made me breathless: how is Papa doing?

“I’ll hop on the next…”

“No need, sweetheart. A car will pick you up in approximately fifteen minutes,” Dad assured me, and that’s when I started to cry.

***

Uncle Myc stood and waited for me outside the car when I ran to the kerb. His arms opened and I collapsed against him, heartbroken and totally devastated. He didn’t try to comfort me with words of nonsense, like it’s going to be ok, because he knew it would be a long time before any of us would be fine after this sudden and tragic loss.

“She seemed fine yesterday,” I told uncle Myc on the way home.

“Yes, so I have been…informed,” he sighed.

“How is he?” I asked, terrified of the answer.

“As expected.”

“Rock bottom,” I mumbled, and felt my throat tighten painfully from withheld tears.

“Indeed,” uncle agreed gravely.

***

It was worse than I expected. Papa’s loud voice boomed like a signal horn from upstairs when I locked us in.

“How could you not have seen the signs? You’re a bloody doctor, John!”

The words were spit like venom. I couldn’t discern Dad’s reply, but his voice was calm. He knew Papa wasn’t angry at him, but he needed to vent his sorrow, shock and devastation at someone. Luckily for everyone involved, Papa had chosen the right person for such an onslaught.

Before I climbed the stairs, I looked over at Nana’s door.

Gone. Dead. You’ll never see her again. There’ll be no more Christmas baking. She’ll never scold Papa for being petulant anymore. England has fallen.

The seventeen steps had never been so steep, my body never so heavy, and at the same time it felt hollow.

“Nearly there, Rosamund,” uncle Myc murmured from behind me.

I woke from my daze and realised that the shouting had stopped. In its wake came a sound so heartbreaking, it made tears flow down my cheeks. Before I opened the door, a thought hit me like a battering ram, making me lose my balance for a moment.

If Papa mourned Nana like this, he would be utterly destroyed if Dad died before him. Not even his biological family’s demise could elicit such grief from him.

***

Inside the flat, Papa clung to Dad, and it struck me how small he seemed in that moment. So lost and bereft. This was not a puzzle he could solve, or a culprit he could catch to make everything right again.

“Rosie’s home,” Dad whispered to Papa and reached for me.

I didn’t think Papa would let go of Dad, give me room, or even detect the words, but he did. My name seemed to have a magical effect on him, because he straightened, turned his pained face at me and lifted his arm to indicate that I was welcomed into his and Dad’s cocoon. We held on to each other for what felt like hours. Dad asking if we were alright, Papa muttering something under his breath, and I just clung to my parents, wordless.

Dad, always reliable in a crisis, remembered that there was another person present, and carefully entangled himself after kissing us both, guiding our arms to embrace. Papa mumbled his name questioningly.

“Just give me a few minutes, Sherlock. Take care of Rosie, yeah?”

Papa nodded and pulled me closer, cradling the back of my head, whispering my precious girland I’m so sorry you have to go through this, and she loved you like a granddaughter.

***

The days leading up to the funeral alternated between the three of us sharing memories about the core of 221 Baker Street, what we would miss most about her, and lots and lots of crying.

Dad was our rock in all of this, despite that he grieved his former landlady too. Some nights, Papa was inconsolable, and I thought his heart would literally break. He curled up in bed and sobbed full of despair. Only Dad could hope to console him, coaxing him out of the dark place he had locked himself in.

Both me and Papa agreed that we would honour Martha Hudson on the day of the funeral. Nana’s niece, Deidre, was her only living relative, and uncle Myc assured her that we would arrange everything if she weren’t able. From what Dad told me, she was relieved, having just started her tattoo studio, and she was quite short of money after the investments.

***

Leaving uncle Myc and his minions in charge of the ceremony, proved to be ingenious, as we all expected. Even Nana would’ve been pleased with him, I think.

It all took place at Pembroke Lodge in Richmond Park. The Grade II listed Georgian Mansion is a beautiful and tranquil place, posh, but not over the top.

The pleasantly warm weather allowed us to go dressed without jackets and coats. To honour Nana, all of us wore something purple, her favourite colour. Even uncle Myc acquiesced to leave his black suit at home, and instead he wore a light grey three-piece-suit with a deep purple tie.

Deidre showed up with purple nail polish, her black hair in spikes, the dramatic makeup intact, purple leather trousers, and a matching jacket with a black shirt underneath. Her Doc Martens boots were bright red. She was over the moon about the venue and to what lengths we’d gone to ensure a proper farewell for her aunt.

***

We didn’t know all the mourners, but I think I spotted a few celebrities who wore gigantic sunglasses and hats to hide their identities, which obviously had the opposite effect.

Ginny, who conducted the ceremony was a calming presence throughout, and informed the congregation that there would be one speech apart from her own, and musical elements performed by a pianist and Papa on violin.

Papa held it together through his potpourri of Nana’s favourite classical pieces. He had his eyes closed and lost himself in the music. It was heartbreakingly beautiful. Beside me Dad clasped my hand firmly and never took his eyes off Papa. Admiration, love, sorrow and grief washed over his face in quick succession. He rose when Papa lowered his bow and looked over at the coffin that was decorated with purple lilacs. I saw the moment his knees gave way, but Dad was already at his side holding him close whispering something in his ear. I went over to them to pry the violin and bow out of Papa’s limp hands and let him lean into Dad’s arms.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Dad murmured teary-eyed.

Papa’s sobbing was muffled by his face being buried in Dad’s neck. Dad’s hand cradled the back of Papa’s head like it was a delicate object made of china. Slowly, Dad led Papa back to his seat and he held him tight until it was my turn to honour my beloved Nana.

The night I decided how to do it, Dad and Papa asked if I was sure I would manage it on my own. I retorted that of course I would. I was not a child anymore. What I hadn't considered was that reading a poem out loud in my room was completely different than performing it in front of a crowd, not to mention the emotional impact this performance would have on me.

I got to my feet when Ginny gave the signal and walked over to stand beside the coffin and opened the book on the correct page. Dad and Papa noticed before I did. Something gave me away. Did the book tremble in my hands, did my legs quiver, or did my breathing start to go wild with panic? Whatever it was, they both stood, came over to me, embraced me with their backs to the onlookers to shield me.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this, Bee?” Papa asked with a thick voice filled to the brim with withheld tears.

“You don’t have to, you know. Nobody would…”

I cut Dad off abruptly feeling the soothing effect the closeness of my parents had on me.

“I’m sure. Stay, will you?” I said quietly.

“Of course,” they retorted in unison.

***

I took a deep breath, let go of my parents and we all turned to the other mourners and I started to read with one father on each side, radiating comfort and love.

Warning

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit. You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes. But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So, people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.

Today, I will nudge you in the direction of AO3 and the end notes to give you some context

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soporificsponge · 1 year

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so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston

In this current moment I think even my deep anger towards him is always just an expression of reverence. Of course, my feelings are so stupidly volatile that today I think wow, I'm the luckiest little girl in the world, tomorrow I'll think, "how could I possibly have ever thought that." But (and sometimes it's okay to start sentences with conjunctions) (and maybe this is the meds talking) (and I'm sorry for using too many parenthesis: I know my lack of respect for grammar and syntax bothers you, but I also know now that you'll forgive me for these unmotivated transgressions) (and I think you get that they are a little bit motivated and that the intention has always been a little bit there) (so I'll type like you sometimes and type like me sometimes) it feels a lot better to believe in stupid dumb foolish and undeserved luck than it does to believe in righteous decent impartial and deserved misfortune.

I never told you this, I never told anyone this, but when I was little I had so many nightmares but they were all very bearable because I slept in the bedroom with the two big windows and I would shoot up in the middle of the night and push up the blinds and see your car pulled in to the driveway, even if it came in after I fell asleep, and I would know that the little dutch girls from the it's a small world ride at disneyland couldn't chop me up and cook me in soup if they tried, because finally my dad was home. Or I would wake up to my room filling with the filtered blur of your headlights pushing through the blinds and I would feel just fine. Even when I was scared of you I felt safe when your car pulled in, and I know I was wrong about you, even then when I was wrong about you I knew about my wrongness.

Also, I know that you turned nothing into something and when I was little I used to think "there are explanations but not excuses" but ofc now I know that there are indeed excuses and you have some pretty damn unimpeachable ones but u still do better than most.

I miss you, and I wanna go home. I'm homesick and I can admit it now.

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aliceward · 2 years

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Spider meaning spiritual

Spider meaning and symbolism include artistry, manifestation, patience, feminine power, ancient wisdom, illusion, balance, and interconnection. A source of fear for some and fascination to others, the spider is an ancient being, having inhabited the Earth for more than 300 million years.1 (By comparison, our own ancestors date back to just 2.8 million years ago.) In addition to being ancient, spiders live on every continent except Antarctica. So, they appear in the mythologies and folklore of cultures around the world.

In this post, you’ll learn about spider symbols, meanings, and mythology, as well as the spider spirit animal. You’ll also learn about spider’s web symbolism and metaphors.

Spider meaning spiritual

Detailed Spider Symbols and Meanings

A Shamrock Spider (Araneus trifolium) in its web with fog droplets, San Francisco, CA. Photo: Brocken Inaglory.

Artistry

As they skillfully create their iridescent webs, spiders are the embodiment of artistry. They patiently weave their webs in optimal places, and if one strand breaks, they will weave again.

Those who consider the spider to be one of their spirit animals are often gifted creatively. Spider people have vivid imaginations and they’re also good with their hands. They can envision, feel, or even hear what they want to create in their minds, and then manifest it in the real world in art, music, cooking, and even surgery or other medical procedures.

Manifestation

The spider is known for being an intelligent arachnid who is capable of strategizing and planning. Therefore, the spider is also a symbol for the power of manifesting. Imagination, artistry, and the power to manifest are a winning combination. So, if a spider suddenly makes themselves known to you, they are reminding you of your own ingenuity.

When the spider is your spirit animal you have the potential to create something wonderful in your life and the lives of others.

The real estate mogul Barbara Corcoran, who appears on the TV show Shark Tank, said [paraphrasing], “I have worked with all kinds of entrepreneurs. And the most successful ones aren’t the ones with the best idea or the hardest working or the smartest or even the luckiest. They’re the ones who have a clear vision of where they want to be and what it will look like when they get there.”

This is the essence of the spider spirit animal’s ability to manifest!

Patience

Weaving an intricate web is painstaking work. And even when the web is done, a human or strong wind comes along and breaks it. So, the web has to be repaired. In addition, waiting for prey to fly into the web can take even more patience. The spider is not deterred.

The spider spirit animal reminds you that good things happen for those who wait. While we live in an immediate gratification culture, the spider reminds us that patience and self-governance are how we create and get what we want in life.

Female Empowerment

Black widow spider (Latrodectus).

We’ve all heard stories about a femme fatale who bumps off her sugar daddy husband to collect his life insurance money. She is called a “black widow” because of the black widow spider who does indeed devour her mate. Unfortunately, this archetype hasn’t done many favors for women or spiders.

In a world where some cultures don’t believe girls deserve to get an education and only 8 percent of the CEOs of Fortune 500 companies are women, there are definitely more women and girls who lack power than those who have it.

Meanwhile, in the spider world, female spiders do have power. They tend to be larger than the males and they live longer. They can also defend themselves. Hence, female spiders are like lionesses in that they are symbols of female power.

Ancient Wisdom

Because they’ve inhabited the Earth for more than 300 million years, spiders are also symbols of ancient wisdom. They hold in their DNA a memory of how the Earth once was and how it has changed.

The spider spirit animal reminds us to study history and learn from the past. Spider people tend to be old souls who have experienced many lifetimes, therefore they are open-minded because they understand. They can easily put themselves in others’ shoes because of their soul-level experience. Hence, it’s important for spider people to be patient with younger souls and to help guide them as they navigate their life path.

Spider Symbolism: Illusion

The spider is skilled in the art of illusion and entrapment. The Australian crab spider is capable of manipulating ultraviolet light signals to attract bees to flowers where they lie in wait to catch them.2 As heinous as this sounds, not all illusion is negative.

The spider spirit animal also embodies the idea of “fake it til you make it.” Even if you don’t have the internal confidence to take an action, like getting up on stage, introducing yourself to a stranger, or going into that interview, the spider spirit tells you to “act as if.” Act as if you are capable, act as if you are confident, and you can manifest it. The spider reminds you that with your imagination you can create something beautiful and other won’t be able to resist your alluring web.

Balance

Spiders are cunning and carnivorous arachnids who are commonly seen figures in haunted houses and Halloween decorations. It’s easy to see why they scare so many people. Not to mention, some are also venomous. But despite their bad rap, spiders play a critical role in keeping natural ecosystems in balance.

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