#i could adopt this in my gardening work wear

[gaytobymeres]

obsessed with this combo of a blazer over a puffy jacket...truly innovative actually

[queerponcho]

Transfixed | part 1

collage made by me with pictures from pinterest

moonknight!system x female!reader

a/n: been writing this fic for about a year now so it's nerve-wrecking to finally post the first chapter. I hope you'll like it!! (pls be gentle...)

thanks to the lovely @nexusnyx for motivating me a few weeks ago, would've never considered posting without having our convo the other day!! Thank you so much<33

Warnings: no use of Y/N, fluff, NOT beta read, gushing about the moonboys, flustered awkward dorks, plot-twists, (eventual smut, the chapters will be marked individually), inaccurate depictions of DID, egyptian mythology and religion (although I did extensive research I took liberty in changing some things to adhere to my plot...), if I missed anything or made any spelling mistakes pls don't hesitate to tell me!

Summary: You're a woman who as been visiting the same library for all your life. One day a handsome new face comes walking in. That's the moment when the ball starts rolling and your entire life changes. Will you accept the new challanges coming your way...?

2,200 words

You have been visiting the same library all your life. While you were in school you  would go there to have a quiet place to study. Since at home you always had a lot of family and busy energy around, you needed the library as sort of an...escape from all the noise. Later when you got into university, the library had become kind of a safe space for you. So you would rather sit in the bus for half an hour to and back to study there instead of the grimy and packed library on campus.

Even now that you work and have enough books at home to basically open your own library, you still can't part from your little paradise. Everyone knows you here and a few months ago the owners of the library even adopted a cat that seemed to really like you. So chances of moving on from here had definitely been ruined.

You loved reading all kinds of story based books, but spending so much time here made you curious, so you also picked up a few skill based ones. you had read a few gardening and science books but the ones you would actually start applying were the books that had to-do with art. Autobiographies of different artists and painters, different studies and research on colour and brushes. You became almost a bit obsessed at some point. So you started sketching and drawing things around you based on the knowledge you'd gathered from your extensive research. you would draw people around the library after work or before meeting friends in the nearby café. You'd never claim to be an artist but you were proud of your drawings nonetheless. for the past few weeks you had started to draw one very specific person. You saw them for the first time a bit over a month ago…

It was a rainy day and you'd just finished lunch with a friend. You said goodbye and you decided to head to the library to continue on with your sketches of the cute ginger kitten. After saying hello to the owners and giving the kitten a treat, you made your way to your usual corner in the back. Since the library wasn't very big you had a good view of the entrance and a few tables. you'd been sitting and drawing for about ten minutes when you noticed the kitten smelling your coat pocket in search of more treats. You smiled down at her 'hiiii kitty!' you picked her up and placed her on your little round table. 'you want another treat huh?' She looked back with big shiny eyes 'alright alright...there you go'. She happily chewed on the fish-shaped cookie while you continued drawing her. 

The familiar noise of the door opening caught your attention....a man came in, he was wearing a brown flat-cap which was obscuring your vision of his face. He reached to take it off with a gloved hand and pushed his black curls back to reveal the face, of what you could only describe, a Greek god. He had strong and angular features, a sharp jawline and a beautiful slightly crooked nose which you felt the need to trace over with your finger. He had crows feet decorating his eyes, you'd assume he had them from laughing but seeing his resting facial expression, smiling almost seemed to be a foreign task to him. He brushed the remaining rain off his shoulders and made his way to the history section. When he disappeared behind a shelf you were brought back from your trance and took the first breath in what seemed like minutes. 

You wondered what he would be looking for in the history section of this old library. You were in London, a place with alot of people, then again this library was old and in a secluded part of town so it was usually the same people walking in and out. You would definitely remember his face if you had seen it before. Whatever it was that he was looking for he had apparently found since he was making his way to the register with a thick leather bound book in his glove covered hand. You had a bit of a thing for hands and you knew you'd be sketching hands for the next few hours because of this stranger. He hastily left the library and was gone as fast and suddenly as he appeared. After that day you couldn't stop drawing that pretty stranger, you'd given him multiple names during this time. His name had been Jack, Edward, Steve, Malcom and many more. you'd started just drawing his gloved hands and his forearms but quickly you would switch to drawing his intense gaze and soft curls. The amount of times you fantasised about running your fingers through them and tugging slightly had you embarrassed. It had been weeks since you'd seen him and you wouldn't stop imagining him in your apartment just sitting next to you, sometimes you would also imagine him a bit closer and wearing a little less clothing…

A month had passed since you'd seen him and you finally managed to stop drawing him and went back to drawing people around the library. Though you still looked up when the door opened and a new customer came in hoping for your handsome stranger to come in and maybe stay a little this time so you could find out more about him and his movements, for drawing references of course...nothing else. It seemed the universe wanted to help you out, because the next time the bell chimed and a customer walked in, the familiar brown flat-cap wearing stranger entered. This time it was warm and sunny outside so he wasn't wearing any gloves and wore a white fitted polo. His muscles were visibly moving underneath the fabric of his sleeves when he reached up to take off his hat and ruffle through his hair with the same intention as last time. He was also holding the same thick leather bound book from his last visit to the library.

 According to the owners he couldn't buy that one since it was rare literature, so he got to borrow it for a month...you knew this because you may have asked about him and his purchase after he left. This was also when you found out that the book he borrowed was about an Egyptian god. During your time in this library you have read books on Egyptian history and it did peak your interest. All this time you’d never even noticed that book before? Recently, you’d been spending a lot more time studying in that part of the library, so overseeing such a unique looking book was very strange of you.

You see him talking to the owners, it was quiet enough to make out parts of the conversation. It was 10am on a Tuesday so you were pretty much the only customer here. He had a pretty strong Latin accent and you were pretty sure he was from mexico. part of your family is from south America so you grew up learning Spanish and you remember hearing them speak English with that exact same accent. 

He was thanking them for the book and asking if he could take a look around the library again. The owners kindly told him to go ahead and that he didn't even need to ask. He briefly nodded his head mumbling a quick 'gracias' and went over to the history section. You watched intently and spontaneously decided to head in the same direction. You felt a bit creepy lurking on this man but you were sure you wouldn't get caught since you were rarely a very visible person. it's not that you didn't have a strong presence but you know how to blend in really well and when to use that to your advantage. You hid behind the shelf of the history section facing his profile. He really was a pretty man, his eyes were squinting and his bold eyebrows furrowed. There was a stray curl hanging over them and you badly wanted to brush it back and feel his thick hair between your fingers...you couldn't of course, since you were too preoccupied drawing him at the moment. The window was creating beautiful shadows beneath his hooded eyes and high cheekbones. His jaw looked sharper than ever and his neck extremely kissable. His lips needed an honourable mention, they were like two squishy pillows that were begging to be bitten. You've been paying special interest to them and trying to get the details just right, so you didn't notice that he had moved from his previous spot. 

You couldn't see him anywhere and were actually kind of disappointed to think he probably left. you were about to turn around and go back to your discarded belongings when you accidentally bumped into someone while moving backwards. 'ohssshit! i- i am so so sorry um- i didn't mean to wal-'

you had managed to pick up your pencil, sketchbook, and hopefully all of the scattered pages- when you finally looked up just to be faced with the god-like looking man you had been fawning over for a month now. he was practically towering over you and… was that a smirk? If you weren't already kneeling on the floor right now you would've probably lost your balance. 'hola~ I don't mind this view but do you need help standing up, muñeca?' This is when you realised that you were on your knees in front of the most attractive man you have ever seen and you quickly scrambled to your feet 'nono um thank you-' 

'Jake, my name's Jake' he stuck out his hand and you introduced yourself after thanking him again. So his name was jake...huh pretty basic for a man like him. You were kind of joking when you temporarily gave him very basic names but you guess his parents weren't much more creative than you are. 

You realised you were staring when he raised his left eyebrow and started grinning.

 'So...why were you spying on me?' He asked cockily and it had you word-vomiting all over the place 'what? i wasn't-? I-I was just…drawing-?' pretty hard to sound convincing when finishing every statement with a question mark... 'yeah I know-' he looked you up and down and coming a bit closer 'I saw you get lost in your notebook and I just had to come see what you are drawing that garnered all of your precious attention, hermosa' 

The nicknames were really starting to get to you, making you feel all sweaty and nervous. you were clenching the book to your chest accidentally pushing up your breasts and making your cleavage much more noticeable. you saw him glancing down, taking his time in bringing his eyes back up your neck and finally to your face. This entire time you were basically pressed into his chest, you were leaning on the shelf and he didn't seem like he wanted to move anytime soon 'h-how long were you looking over my shoulder exactly?'

 'Long enough to see what had you so...como se dice...transfixed' Your breath hitched and he answered with a toothy grin. 

'I am flattered, preciosa. I really am, didn't think someone as pretty as you would follow me around the library just to draw my hands and ass' 

You push him back- 'I did NOT draw your ass! I-' You were interrupted by his chuckle and him moving closer again and grabbing your chin between his fingers and caging you in with his other arm. 'I know muñeca , I just like seeing you flustered...toda nerviosilla...it's cute.' At this point you’ve decided it's best if you just don't speak. '...maybe next time you can draw me shirtless? I would love to see you solely focused on my abs for half an hour.' He flashes you a toothy grin. Oh he’s getting too cocky…somehow you manage to move away from the bookshelf, momentarily getting even closer to him. After seeing his eyes flicker with surprise you move to the side, backing away from him. Turn around finally being able to take a breath of normal air that wasn't deliciously tinted with his aftershave. 

'Sure, next time you can waltz into the library without a shirt on and we will see how far you get before being kicked out' you say while looking over your shoulder. 

 'Seeing your reaction would be worth it, nena' he called after you, not even registering your feet carrying you back to your corner. you took a deep breath replaying what just happened. He should not have this effect on you, it's almost embarrassing how easily he got so close to you. You are a grown woman, damnit! How did you not shove him away and get mad at his advances? You should be creeped out but you notice how you’re wishing to bump into him again soon...you hear the doorbell ring and see him walk out. He takes one look back and holds up a piece of paper. ‘Oh fuck me’ you feel your feet glued to the floor when you see what it is…its a drawing you made of him. It was a closeup of his torso upwards. You had drawn him from above and he was laying in your bed with heavy lidded eyes and parted lips. you were absolutely mortified- he was grinning like an idiot and winked at you before storing the drawing in his back pocket, crossing the street and vanishing from your eye-line. leaving you in the library, plagued by his stupid masculine scent and his dumb pretty face.

a/n: I really hope you enjoyed the first chapter, I've got a few already locked and loaded sooo the next one should be posted soon. Pls like and reblog if you liked it<3 it would mean the world!

part two

[heartfullofleeches]

Oooh, could we get some headcanons for Alien and reader if they've been friends since childhood??

"Hello... My name is Y/n. I live over there, and I always see you by yourself when I come home from school. Wanna hang out?"

".....Hssssss"

Alien was an absolutely feral, yet timid kid. They were about five when they were adopted, but they don't recall anything before they were rescued from the abandoned building they were found in. To hide their features, their parent spun a tale of them being disfigured in an accident and made them wear a prosthetic mask which they hated. Because they were impossible to handle with it on, they were homeschooled majority of their adolescent years.... then they met you.

The start of your relationship would be a bit rough. Alien couldn't speak more than a few words during the adjustment period of their new life, and the limited speech they did learn was thrown out the window in favor of perfecting ways to copy the sounds of all the creatures around them. They could perfectly mimic the yapping dog from down the street, and the strange clicks made by creatures like the yautja from predator. They studied you from afar because they always knew they weren't "normal" and wanted to be like the kids on tv and in public.

The day your paths first cross, and a full week after, Alien turns tail and hides under their porch. It was due to their timidity, and following the rules their parents gave them by hiding whenever someone comes near. Their stomach felt weird when you smiled at them and they hated that too. They finally cross the bridge to friendship when you eventually give up or no longer look their way. The feeling in their gut when that happens is worse than all the others - it hurts. They pluck a fresh head of lettuce from their mother's garden and head on over - taking a large bite and offering the unbitten side to you.

For a while, Alien does what they did best at the time and copies you. It help tremendously with their development. Walking on two feet instead of their hands, holding a fork the same way you did instead of shoving everything in their mouth with their fingers. Their speech gets better when they copy your hellos and look over your shoulder while you're doing school work. They initially hate school because it takes away your time together... But if they went with you then you'd never be apart.

"Human School! Y/n! I want to go to School with Y/n! Human school for a human boy!"

"But darling, you hate wearing your-"

"SCHOOOOL!"

Before everything is finalized, their parents sit you down to explain their situation. As a kid, some parts are probably easier than others, but you promise to look out for them like they ask. They run laps when they find out you have the same class, and bullies your seatmate into giving up their spot. Later on as they become more outgoing, bullying isn't a problem with their charm - not that it was a huge thing without it as one headbutt from them gave a kid a concussion. Throughout the years they acted as your guard dog which lessen in severity as they grew, but never completely died out.

Outside of school, your main hangout spots are in their bedroom or yours. Once they got used to you and had the ability to ramble on, they wouldn't shut up about all the space memorabilia they had. You have steak outs for aliens by their window and sleep overs in the giant, star covered tent in their room.

Alien realizes he's in love with you in middle. While you remained their top priority, they started to branch out and meet new people. One of these people asked them for advice on asking you out. It took three teachers and your arrival to get them off the poor kid. They don't know what happened. They started off by giving them a few pointers, but as the conversation went on all they could picture was you doing everything you did with them with this stranger. Ditching him for them and holding their hand in the halls. Graduating and starting a life together. That first kiss.

And everything went dark.

Since all they had really done was shout at the kid and thrown a few punches at the ground instead of their head he got easy. Few inches east and they'd be facing a murder charge. Alien didn't care. They had these possibly decade long feelings clawing their way to the surface and it was tearing them up inside. From them writing your combined initials as writing practice as a kid, it's safe to say they've always seen to in a different light. It wasn't until picturing you moving on with someone else that they realized that buzz from the romance between the blood and gore of the horror flicks you watched was from wanting to kiss you like it was the end of the world too. They now know why they've kept every gum wrapper you've ever held in a shoebox under their bed. These feelings they have for you are the most human thing they've ever experienced, but it still felt beyond the human concept of love.

Closer to present day, Alien confess on the last day of highschool. They've been pushing it off for so long, and likely hurting you in the process for getting rid of potential love interests behind the scenes. They want that picture perfect highschool sweetheart dream. Getting jobs at the theater together and fooling around on breaks. Moving in into some apartment and planning out the layout of your future home. Hunting for solid evidence of aliens and laying together beneath the blanket of the stars.

If you reject them, they'll understand. They continue to be your friend and mend their broken heart - by making sure you never have the chance of giving yours to alone living being again. Maybe after they console you on the fifth rejection you'll finally come around

[faresong]

eve of the sun.

(spoiler) musings on my design choices below <3

✦ CLAIRE ELFORD —

Oh, my girl... I love her so much. I changed up her design slightly to draw in a gold tone due to my adjustment of her neck accessory: instead, it is part of a earring she was gifted by her grandmother that then broke. Though she doesn't remember why she had it, nor why it was only one of a set, she still holds a lot of sentimental value to it and couldn't bear to throw it out or sell its pieces, instead transforming it into a necklace.

I also gave her boots which, despite their look, are customized to better track up the mountain. These are her personal hiking boots! Additionally, since she lives up there, she has gotten into a few scuffles. While she's learned to hold herself well, there have been times she gets a bit overzealous—and the scar on her face is one of those cases. A nasty rock she was trying to remove had split her lip open and completely dragged down her shoulder before she could hit the floor and regain her standing. Nothing too dramatic, she'd say, but it reminds her to be careful... sometimes :P

Of course, because she's canonically the strongest of the group, I gave her more obvious muscles and fat to pad it out. As I've stated before with her living situation, eating is important to help her keep her strength up—and is also just something she enjoys! There are so many lovely recipes to try out, and before they died, she had loved bringing down ingredients of something new for her adoptive parents to try. They were all fresh, too, from her garden.

Here, despite the timeline regarding typical real-life immigration, I've portrayed her as mixed Indian/Portuguese. Her mother and grandmother were simply Indian immigrants, with Claire as the fourth-generation (Lady Dorothy had taught her Hindi, but with years without practice... she's lost much of it). Unfortunately for them, this was an additional motivator in the main town to persecute them sooner rather than later despite their people settling on the outskirts of Levine's ruling.

✦ SIRIUS GIBSON —

Onto Mr. "Bah!" now... As I've already mentioned, his moon earring is part of a set with Claire as a gift from Lady Dorothy. It was a gift in her hopes of bringing the two closer together.

Now, whether or not that worked out fully, Sirius feels he owes nearly everything to Lady Dorothy. Not only to provide him housing after his parents' demise, but tend to his leg injury wrought from when he'd been nearly crushed in the crowd. Everyone had pushed forward to see the alleged witches' deaths and hadn't cared when he'd fallen—Dorothy was there just in time to act as a barrier of sorts before they'd broken his ankle... but she still ended up crafting a small cane for his use.

As he grew up, however... the cane became more difficult to use. He was taller, and thus he began using Lady Dorothy'd old cane for himself. Whereas she had only needed it for balance, Sirius uses it to offset the pain/pressure on his left leg. Neither cane is pictured here, but it is still a crucial part of how his past pains continue to affect his present life—in a very literal way, albeit.

Due to how cold he tends to run within the mansion, he wears many layers. I've simplified his outfit to simply be: dress shirt, vest, pelerine. The last one is cut from the same cloth as Lady Dorothy's cloak (hence the slight star motif shared in both of their cloaks) and was initially a proper 'cloak' tailored for his younger self, though he still cannot let go of it.

I've added more prominent red to his design to tie in the ruby crest, as well as represent his resentment toward most others. In a literal sense, 'seeing red'—the reasons behind him becoming a demon clear. Unlike Claire who stands for nobility, Sirius cannot allow himself or Lady Dorothy that disgrace of leniency.

One last note: Sirius is portrayed as mixed Bengali/Portuguese. His great-grandparents had been one of the first Portuguese immigrants, with his grandfather brought over as a contracted engineer to figure out the water supply line for this area. He had never been given the chance to learn Bangla, as his mother didn't speak it... but Lady Dorothy had taken time to teach both Sirius and Claire Hindi, and he still reads some of the few books the Elfords had brought over. It's made him feel closer to the family, and he takes great care in trying to refine his language... even if it's difficult without another to practice with. (...I like to imagine, post-Sirius Conclusion, he teaches Claire again. It's only right.)

[velvet4510]

Ok here’s a whole essay’s worth of headcanons about some of the LOTR main characters’ lives in the Fourth Age, particularly their children.

(note: some of these names and marriages I’ve invented, and some I’ve borrowed from Elenya54’s phenomenal fics “All That I Had” and “The Gift of Ilúvatar,” which have many elements that I’ve absorbed into my hc, including Frodo leaving letters for Sam & Elanor and jewelry for Rosie, as well as Legolas ending up with Frodo’s healer’s daughter. Elanor & Fastred’s historian work is mentioned in Tolkien’s appendices. Frodo-lad’s love of dwarves and Rosie-lass’ love of the Entwives are taken from Tolkien’s unpublished epilogue.)

All dates in Shire Reckoning.

Frodo wrote Sam a love letter before he left, which Sam carried in his waistcoat pocket close to his heart every day.

Frodo left a letter for Elanor to read when she was older, letting her know how much he loved her and how sorry he was that he could not be there to watch her grow; he signed the letter “your Frodo-dad,” to which Rosie referred to him as she firmly felt that her daughter had two fathers in her life before Frodo had to leave. This is why Elanor called her father “Sam-dad” all her life.

Frodo left Rosie a set of freshly-polished jewelry (necklace, earrings, and bracelet) that once belonged to his mother Primula. Rosie always cherished these trinkets and wore them to every formal event she ever attended; she lent them to Elanor to wear at her wedding to Fastred.

Sam & Rosie’s entire family adopted the Gardner surname in the year 1424.

Sam taught all his children to read and write in both Westron and Sindarin. He was known as “the People’s Mayor,” as he helped the rich and poor alike. He came to know everyone in Hobbiton, regardless of class, on a first-name basis. He advocated for literacy in the entirety of the Shire, and his agenda ultimately modernized the Shire and created new opportunities for education, including the land’s first-ever public school in Michel Delving. He managed to change many conservative minds who used to not believe in the importance of reading by emphasizing how he only was able to accomplish what he did because of the knowledge he gained from Bilbo Baggins. He also personally planted many public and private gardens in the Shire, including a memorial garden for Frodo in the Party Field; his continuation of manual labor despite his affluent position went a long way in weaking the previously strict Shire social class system.

The efforts to rebuild after the Scouring, combined with Sam’s rise from lowly gardener to Master of Bag End and Mayor, shook up the class system. Many formerly upper- and middle-class families who had lost big chunks of their fortunes in repairing the Ruffians’ damage turned to manual labor to help the work move faster. It was a humbling experience for many, and the working class gained more respect than it’d ever had before. Sam’s brothers and cousins had their hands full taking on apprentices to learn their skills and help out. As a result, the Fourth Age saw more employment for hobbits than ever before; the bourgeois lifestyle became far less common.

Rosie became a leader in her own right, helping all the poorer hobbits in one way or another. She threw many parties at Bag End, including an annual celebration on September 22nd in honor of Bilbo and Frodo. Having been taught to read and write by Sam as a child (who passed on Bilbo’s lessons to her curious mind), she set her husband’s educational goals into motion by becoming a part-time tutor for hobbit children once her own children were older and in less need of her constant care. Many of the hobbits she tutored went on to become schoolteachers. She became extremely popular and respected, and when she died, a major party was thrown in her honor that went down in Shire history alongside Bilbo’s famous party.

Legolas and Gimli paid visits to the Shire as often as they could.

Elanor was a lifelong bibliophile and linguist. While working for Queen Arwen, she became fluent in Sindarin and translated many Elvish texts in the library. She was far more interested in the Elvish language and culture than any of her siblings. Besides Elfstan and Fíriel, she and Fastred also had 4 other children: Frodo, Astred, Arwen, and Rosemary. The couple led the Westmarch community together, doing a lot of impactful philanthropic work, and created an extensive library filled with historical records of the Shire, as well as Elves and Men, all the information that Elanor could compile while working in Gondor. Elanor also was struck with many dreams throughout her life of events in the Red Book, as she vividly imagined all the descriptions she heard and read so many times. A natural empath, she developed a deep understanding of Frodo’s suffering post-quest - mainly because of the personal connection she felt with him through his letter to her - and wrote several volumes of original poetry in both Westron and Sindarin, inspired by her two fathers. She became a beloved celebrity in the Shire, and eventually throughout Middle-earth when the Queen requested and published a copy of her work (with her permission). She, her husband, and their children continued to visit Gondor through the years and maintained a lifelong friendship with the royal family. Elanor eventually surpassed Bilbo Baggins as the oldest-lived hobbit in Middle-earth history, living to the age of 133.

Frodo-lad shared his father’s deep passion for gardening and they worked together on the flowers and vegetables at Bag End every day. He often teamed up with Elanor, his best friend as well as his sister, to help their parents manage their younger siblings growing up. He developed a love of Dwarves after reading about them in the Red Book; Gimli once created and gifted to him a harmless toy dwarf axe for his birthday. He was as skilled a scholar as Elanor, but didn’t enjoy it as much as she did, preferring the outdoors. However, he did help her with her research on Shire history for her library and eventually wrote his own book on gardening. He later married a hobbit lass named Violet, who hailed from the Bunce family. Besides Holfast, they had 3 other children: Heather, Wilfred, and Lavender. Frodo eventually became Mayor after his father retired and inherited Bag End when his father left the Shire. By this time, enough residents of Hobbiton had learned to read to enable him to open the town’s first-ever public library, which included copies of his own gardening book. The title of Mayor was later taken up by Holfast after his own retirement, and then later by Holfast’s son Harding of the Hill.

Rosie-lass was an in-demand artist who sketched and painted illustrations for the Red Book as well as portraits and landscapes which were given away as mathoms. The walls of Bag End were covered with her art. Framed in her and her sisters’ bedroom was her favorite creation: a drawing of a fantasy in which she found the lost Entwives. She later married Fredegar Bolger’s son Rudecar and they had 7 children.

Young Merry eventually took over operation of the mill formerly owned by the Sandymans and purchased by Frodo after the Scouring. He married Robin Smallburrow’s daughter Hazel and they had 3 children.

Young Pippin became a skilled furniture maker and married one of Fredegar Bolger’s daughters, Jessaminta. They had 5 children.

(The mother of Fredegar Bolger’s children was his wife Angelica Baggins, the last of the Baggins bloodline. Sam and Rosie were thrilled that their family was united with one of Baggins descent via Rosie-lass and Pippin’s marriages.)

As per canon, Goldilocks married Pippin Took’s son Faramir. They had 6 children and eventually became the heads of the Took family. Goldilocks loved to cook with her mother as a child and later insisted on helping the cooks at the Great Smials hands-on with preparing meals, class system be buggered. She and her husband made sure to pass this egalitarian mindset onto their children.

Hamfast loved the story of the Ents so much that he dedicated his life to forestry. He married Malva, who hailed from the Burrows family, and they had 3 children.

Daisy inherited her father’s knack for songwriting and composed many tunes which she eagerly performed at parties. She sang at all her siblings’ weddings. She herself married and had 4 children with Merry’s son Théodoc.

Primrose, a tomboy all the way, inherited her father’s talent with knots and became Hobbiton’s exclusive roper, alongside her cousin Anson’s latest apprentice, Nico Goodbody; they married and had 3 children.

Bilbo enjoyed a simple life working for the Quick Post and co-owning a bakery with his wife Azalea Hayward (daughter of Shirriff Hob), with whom he had 2 daughters.

Ruby became fascinated with medicine and eventually took on a career as a midwife. She was deeply moved by Frodo’s words in the Red Book about cherishing the beloved land that was saved by him and her father, and she took it upon herself to help bring the next generation of hobbits into the world to honor his wishes. She eventually married and had 5 children with Pippin’s son Beregond.

Robin followed in his namesake’s footsteps and became a Shirriff. He married Merry’s daughter Éowyn and they raised their 4 children in Frodo’s former residence at Crickhollow.

Tom became a merchant, traveling constantly between Gondor and the Shire. He never married but had a lifelong partnership with Pippin’s youngest son Beren. The two of them looked after the old hobbit in his final years in Minas Tirith, as he needed walking sticks to help him move due to lasting effects of troll-inflicted wounds. They shared their luxurious house with Pippin until his eventual death at age 106, two years after Merry had succumbed to a long illness in Pippin’s arms at age 112. Tom himself became quite an adventurer, retracing the Fellowship’s steps and sightseeing all of the quest’s locations with Beren. They both eventually rose in esteem to become advisors to the king.

Many times, but even more so in his later years, Sam had dreams of the Sea.

All of the children moved out of Bag End when they married, except Frodo-lad, who raised his own family in Bag End while also looking after his aging parents.

When Rosie fell ill for the last time, Sam and Frodo-lad summoned all 12 of Frodo’s siblings to Bag End, and they all were present in their mother’s last moments. On her deathbed, Rosie bequeathed Primula’s jewelry to Elanor.

Before sailing West, Sam showed Frodo’s love letter to Tom, Beren, and later Elanor. Although he never saw the letter, Frodo-lad also sensed his father’s true feelings for his namesake. They were the only members of their generation to be aware of Frodo & Sam’s secret romance; they honored Sam’s wish that this detail be kept private and left out of all records.

Elanor, Fastred, Frodo-lad, Goldilocks, Faramir, and Pearl all collaborated on the creation of the Thain’s Book, mainly working on it in the two years between Elanor’s inheriting of the original book and Pippin’s impending departure, which he was already considering and discussing with his family even before Éomer wrote to Merry.

When Sam sailed, he took with him several flower seed packets to plant in the West, a stash of Old Toby, letters for Frodo from the rest of the Fellowship (updating him on their lives and families), and a book of Elanor’s poetry which she intended as a present for Frodo. He also was given a small trinket from each of his children, which he kept and cherished as mementos of them. He left the Star of the Dúnedain and Sting to Frodo-lad, and both became cherished Gardner family heirlooms.

Sam happily reunited with Frodo on Tol Eressëa. Since time passed differently there, Frodo had not aged. Sam’s physical youth was gradually restored by the island’s rejuvenating energy, as was Bilbo’s. The couple lived happily together in a hobbit hole which Frodo had built for Sam.

In his time on the island, besides being fully healed by the combined efforts of Gandalf, Elrond, a Vanya healer, and Nienna herself, Frodo became good friends with Celebrían, as they understood each other’s similar reasons for sailing West. He became a gardener, realizing how much knowledge he absorbed from Sam through the years, and helped tend to many Elves’ private gardens as well as his own, and also became fluent in Quenya as a necessity for communication.

When Sam had settled in, Frodo taught him to speak Quenya and to swim.

Bilbo eventually chose to lay down his life after leaving nothing unsaid between him and the younger hobbits. However, Frodo and Sam continued on, and were still living when Legolas and Gimli finally arrived. They and Gandalf enjoyed many happy times together, especially at the beach, and reminisced about their lost friends.

When the hobbits finally accepted their mortality together, lying in each other’s arms after saying all their goodbyes, their bodies were laid side-by-side and housed with Bilbo’s body in a permanent memorial for them in Avalloné. They left all of their possessions to be placed within a historical museum on Eressëa, containing artifacts from all the ages of the world.

Pippin & Diamond were friends since tweenhood, but only saw each other in a platonic light for many years, and Pippin had some fun flirting with and trying to impress lasses when he returned from the Quest. An avid reader, Diamond was fascinated by the stories of what happened to him. But she was also an unusually empathetic and insightful hobbit, and she could sense that not all of Pippin’s adventures were fun, and that he had some lingering trauma. She became his safe space to talk to, and they quickly fell in love. As Tolkien put in canon, they finally married in 1427 (when Diamond was 32 and not even of age yet, as they couldn’t wait any longer) and the heir to the Thainship was their son Faramir, born in 1430, who later married Goldilocks. Here’s my version of the rest of their family:

Faramir took after Diamond more than Pippin. He had his sense of humor but had a sense of responsibility much earlier on in life and grew to be a fine leader in his own right, long before becoming Thain. He bonded closely with his namesake during a year-long visit to Gondor in which he served as a page to the King. He overcame Goldilocks’ shyness toward boys via their lifelong friendship from childhood that blossomed into more in their tweens.

Once Faramir was born, Pippin & Diamond realized that they loved parenting and wanted a big family, not unlike Sam & Rosie. They wanted to take on the adventure together and they did. Diamond wanted all her children to have special unconventional names and encouraged Pippin to borrow names of people he met on his quest and who he’d read about. Pippin agreed as long as his wife agreed to allow herself her own honor by naming all their daughters after jewels like her. They visited Gondor together often.

Their 1st daughter Pearl was born in 1433. An introvert, she preferred to read and draw than go to parties. A natural scholar like her mother, she was responsible for the cultivation of the Great Smials’ library, collecting and writing much of the history of Gondor, helped largely by her youngest brother’s frequent travels to the kingdom. She eventually married into the Goodbody family to Elio, brother of Nico (who married Primrose Gardner). They had 2 children.

2nd son Boromir was born in 1436. He helped his older brother keep their younger siblings in check. He initially in his youth felt hurt that he was named after the man who tried to steal the Ring, but as he grew older and came to understand the full story better, he came to deeply admire and respect his namesake. He opened a law firm alongside his best friend Estel Brandybuck, and married Fredegar Bolger’s youngest daughter, Miramunda; they had 7 children.

3rd son Beregond was born in 1438. He worked as an auctioneer and married Sam & Rosie’s daughter Ruby. See above.

Twins Bergil (boy) and Opal (girl) were born in 1440.

Bergil followed in his grandfather Paladin’s footsteps and made a living from farming the fertile earth of Tuckborough. His sister-in-law Goldilocks was helpful in this endeavor, as she arranged for him to gain experience in his youth by helping her mother’s family, the Cottons, at their own farm for a year. He married and had 3 children with Lydia Hornblower.

Opal founded the Shire’s first theatrical company and wrote many plays that retold the full story of the Fellowship. It was her plays that enlightened the rest of the Shire regarding the extent of Frodo Baggins’ sacrifice, and his reputation vastly improved as much of the population finally understood his heroism. Opal married into the Grubb family to a lad named Aldo, and they also had 3 children.

When she heard the story of Beren and Lúthien for the first time while pregnant with Emerald, Diamond loved it so much that she insisted they name their next boy after Beren.

3rd daughter Emerald was born in 1443, named in honor of her great-aunt Esmeralda Brandybuck. She married into the Burrows family to Marco, brother of Malva (who married Hamfast Gardner). They opened an affluent restaurant together near the Three-Farthing Stone, which blended Shire cuisine with those of Gondor and Rohan via recipes collected by Emerald’s father and “Uncle Merry”. They also had 2 children.

5th son and youngest child, Beren, was born in 1446. He never married but had a romantic life partner in Sam & Rosie’s son Tom, with whom he worked as a merchant. See above.

After many happy years, Diamond died at age 86 in 1481, six months before Rosie’s passing. She held on until she heard the news that her youngest grandchild had been born safely earlier that day.

Estella pursued Merry for many years until she finally won him over. They married the same year that Faramir Took was born, and decided they wanted a smaller family than the Gardners and the Tooks. They ultimately had 4 children:

1st son Théodoc was born in 1432. Merry knew he wanted to name his firstborn after his late king; Estella agreed, admiring the king greatly from her husband’s stories, but wanted to continue the tradition of giving the future Master a name ending in “-doc.” This was their compromise. Théodoc was a born scholar like his father and helped him put together his book on old words and names. He later married Sam & Rosie’s daughter Daisy; they became the Master and Mistress of Buckland when Merry left the Shire for the last time.

2nd son Estel was born in 1436. His parents were amazed at how perfectly the name worked as a tribute to both Aragorn and to Estella herself. Estel was a mama’s boy and never minded his name’s resemblance to hers, even before making the thrilling discovery that he was also named for a king. He opened a law firm with his best friend Boromir. On a family trip to Bree, Estel met a real Underhill, named Sarafina; they instantly fell in love and he brought her home to Buckland as his bride. They bore 3 children.

1st daughter Éowyn was born in 1439. She worshipped and maintained a lifelong friendship with her namesake, who sent her birthday presents every year, and in whose footsteps she followed by becoming the Shire’s most reliable healer. She also helped her father gather research for his herblore books, and gained much knowledge of herbal medicines from this project. She later married Sam & Rosie’s son Robin; they first got together when Tom & Beren played matchmaker.

2nd daughter Athela was born in 1441, named after Athelas in honor of her father’s love of herbs and her mother’s appreciation for the specific herb that saved her father’s life. She married into the Goldworthy family and had 3 children with her husband Fabian. She shared her sister’s passion for independent thinking and eventually became a teacher at the Shire’s first public school.

Merry was the first of the Travellers to be widowed, as Estella passed in 1480 at age 95. The following year, Athela named her newborn 3rd child after her mother.

As Tolkien wrote, Aragorn & Arwen’s firstborn was Eldarion, born in 1422, who eventually succeeded his father as king and created a long-lasting dynasty. According to me, Eldarion was followed by three younger sisters:

Idril was born in 1425. She remained in close touch with her Elvish roots and arranged for the history of Elves and Men to be taught in all of Gondor’s schools. It was for her and her sister’s sake that her parents were inspired to issue a law requiring girls to be educated as well as boys. She later married Elboron, son of Faramir & Eowyn (b. 1424), and they became Prince and Princess of Ithilien after Elboron’s parents’ deaths, and helped Legolas restore the land to its former glory. Their son Barahir wrote The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen (Tolkien canon).

Twins Celebrían and Gilraen were born in 1429.

Celebrían was a linguist and expert diplomat and helped her father with peace talks among the Southern and Eastern lands, made easier when she became fluent in the languages spoken by the Haradrim. She was close friends with Elanor, as they shared a passion for learning languages.

Gilraen was a tomboy who joined the remaining Rangers of the North in patrolling the woodlands of Arnor, eventually marrying a fellow Ranger.

All four of Aragorn & Arwen’s children were raised bilingual in Westron and Sindarin. The Sindarin language became common in Gondor once again, and was taught in schools.

Eldarion oversaw the restoration of Osgiliath alongside his father.

Aragorn also arranged for absolute premogeniture in the Reunited Kingdom’s line of succession, echoing the similar policy of Númenor.

Two centuries later, Eldarion’s firstborn, Silmariën, became the first Ruling Queen (regnant) of Gondor. Her younger sister was Nimloth.

Also, in Ithilien:

Besides Elboron, Faramir & Éowyn had a daughter, Elwyn (b. 1427), who became a healer like her mother. She exchanged much information with her close friends from the Shire, the hobbits Ruby Gardner and Éowyn Brandybuck.

As for Legolas and Gimli:

Gimli was gray and aged when he and Legolas sailed West, but had a few steps left in him.

On his last journey, Legolas took with him letters for Sam from his surviving children, all of whom he had stayed in touch with through the years (especially Elanor and Tom), as well as his own copy of the Red Book in Quenya, which he’d made himself in Gondor from the Thain’s Book, in order to keep the details of the story recorded for the populace of Valinor.

They were thrilled to reunite with the hobbits on Eressëa, having hoped they’d still be alive.

Gimli bonded with the Elves who specialized in mining and delving on the island, and eventually learned Quenya.

Legolas fell in love with Laurëalotë, a Vanya resident of Tol Eressëa and the daughter of Frodo’s healer.

Gimli, being 260 years old when he sailed, ultimately lived to the age of 330.

Many years after the hobbits and Gimli had finally passed on, Legolas married Laurëalotë and they had two daughters, Malinalda and Altáriel, and a son, Elessar. They settled on the island and often visited the permanent memorial built in honor of their late friends.

Gandalf sailed on to settle in Valinor. His reward from the Valar for his deeds was to travel freely among the Blessed Realm whenever he pleased, no longer bound to be a servant. Thus, he often visited Legolas and the memorials on the nearby island.

Legolas’ copy of the Red Book became the most cherished item in his household, as he read the story to his wife, daughters, and grandchildren, and kept it alive forever.

For the rest of time, Gandalf and Legolas personally reminisced about the Fellowship, and their memories of and love for their friends never faded.

The Last Ship sailed from the Grey Havens in the year 201 of the Fourth Age. Among those onboard were Círdan, Celeborn, Elladan, Elrohir, and one Elf who had long served his repentance through many lonely millennia in Middle-Earth and was at last granted passage back to his homeland: Maglor.

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Sparks Fly - Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

Summary: A lot of Taylor Swift songs being sung by you, a shy goalie (nicknamed Rocket/Cohete) who has a crush on Aitana, but is too scared to say anything without the help of some older players who have all but adopted Rocket.

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You weren’t exactly the loudest teammate at Barcelona Femeni. You weren’t super quiet, but you were noticeably quiet, you’d speak when spoken to, mutter sarcastic comments under your breath (that made whoever heard chuckle), and ask Alexia or Sandra questions afterwards if you needed to.

The feeling that everyone was watching you unnerved you until you were between those goal posts, your focus on the ball, and your backline.

Your teammates were unaware you had more than one talent, that talent being you could sing quite well, you were still working on the songwriting aspect, but you adored singing your favourite songs. You were the quiet goalie, and nobody knew how creative you could be.

In all honesty, you thought you were alone in the showers, closing your eyes and taking a breath as the water trailed down your body, “we were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts, I’m standing there, on a balcony in summer air…”

Your thoughts drifted to the first time you saw her. Aitana. You were sitting on the bench that game, but you almost fell off of it, leaning forwards trying to catch a look at the Spanish midfielder who caught your eye.

“So I sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet ‘cause we’re dead if they knew, so close your eyes, escape this town for a little while-” you fell silent, eyes opening as you heard footsteps approach and a door open. Biting your lip, you waited. Waiting to see if whoever was there had heard you, or walked in unaware.

Turning the shower off, you grabbed your towel, hurriedly getting dry, tugging on shorts and a t-shirt, you almost fell as you slipped on your slides to walk out.

Your eyes locked onto the floor as you walked out, your stuff bundled in your arms as you chanced a glance at whoever was standing at the steamed up mirrors, looking at her reflection like it wasn’t completely hidden by steam. Your stomach flipped as you realised who could have heard you. A fellow quiet one, someone who understood the parts of you that you let show, and the parts you didn’t. Alexia.

Your breath hitched slightly, turning your head to avoid Alexia’s gaze, but in the process walking head on into the doorframe as you tried to head to the locker room.

The thing with taking so long in the showers so that you were alone was that most of the players had already left. Most of, because Alexia may have just heard you singing. Sitting in the locker room, you swapped your slides out for your trainers as you packed up your stuff. You sped up as Alexia could walk in any moment, pulling your stuff together before heading out to walk back to your place.

Choosing to always walk back to your place instead of driving had your teammates raising their eyebrows at you, especially at the times when some of them would drive past you on the way home. But the walk gave you more than just time to think, your earphones in as you hummed along to your music, learning new lyrics and testing out your range as you walked.

Wearing your earphones also meant you didn’t hear when some of your teammates would honk their horns when they saw you. Mapi and Leila had tried offering you a lift once, whilst Jenni leaned over to honk the horn as Alexia drove. Both cars went unnoticed.

You didn’t see Alexia drive by you as you were walking this time, but she smiled softly, realising you weren’t talking on the phone as you walked, something she’d assumed in the past, but walking home singing.

You were going to have to start paying attention to your surroundings more. Arriving at the next training early gave you time to get prepared before the chaos arrived and the locker room was full of your teammates loudly dancing and cheering.

“My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in, everyone looked worse in the light. There are so many lines that I’ve crossed unforgiven, I’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye. I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I’ve thought of you…”

The problem with singing along to music through your earphones was that you couldn’t hear your surroundings. Luck may have it this time though, you were obscured from view when your teammates began to arrive, although Sandra, Irene and Aitana were looking around in confusion of where the singing was coming from, whilst Alexia sneakily located you.

Your eyes were closed as she approached, resting one hand on your knee as the other went to her lips, motioning for you to shush as your eyes opened, brimmed with fear. The hand on your knee gently squeezed in comfort, Alexia gesturing towards the other door as you nodded, tiptoeing out of the locker room to circle back.

Slipping into the toilets, you let out a nervous breath, resting your hands on the sink to stare at yourself in the mirror for a moment. Splashing water on your face, you removed your earphones and wrapped them around your phone, glancing down at your feet to spot you were walking around in your socks.

Walking back into the locker room, you ignored the inquisitive and confused glances you received as you headed towards where you’d left your stuff, frowning slightly before something hit the back of your head.

Turning around, you raised an eyebrow as you spotted Sandra holding your goalie glove, the other on the floor by your bootless feet.

“Vamos, kid, let’s see if we are practising your rocket jumps today!” Sandra ruffled your hair, pressing your goalie glove into your hand before she went to head out to warm up, gesturing to you, then Alexia, to make sure you put your boots on.

“Not a baby, Pina’s the baby.” You whispered, sitting down to slip your boots on.

“Boots, shin pads, gloves.” Alexia patted your back gently as you leaned down to tie your boots, glancing up at her as you reached for your shin pads from your bag, not ready to admit you’d nearly forgotten them then.

Alexia nodded slightly, watching as you slipped your phone with your earphones wrapped around into your bag before she headed out, wrapping her arm around Aitana, who had stopped to watch you and Alexia.

Cheers and hollers caught your attention as you glanced up, shin pads in place, boots on with laces tied, and gloves in hand, Mapi and Ingrid having just walked in behind Leila. The chaos had arrived.

Heading outside to the pitch, you tugged along one of the wheelie freezer boxes which were stacked with the labelled water bottles, ignoring how it wasn’t even your turn to bring one this time as you reached the pitch, jogging over to warm up then split off to work with your fellow goalies.

“Hey kid, goal kick!” Sandra shouted, throwing a ball to you with a smirk as you caught it, placing it on the line, before kicking it flying, watching as it landed in the middle of the rest of the players, who turned their heads to glance over at you standing on the edge of the goal area.

“Barcelona’s little rocket!” Sandra’s gloved hand ruffled your hair, calming you down from everyone staring as you looked at her instead, smiling slightly at her before you saw the ball you’d kicked over being readied from the corner of your eye.

“Fuck sake-” You swore, calculating in your head if you could make it as you scooted around, jumping up as Aitana tried to score on you.

“Rocket strikes!” was all you heard from down field, slowly sitting up with the ball in your gloved hands. Letting out a puff of air, you avoided Aitana’s smile at you having stopped her attempt at scoring by staring at the ball in your hands instead.

“Language, kid.” Sandra warned, but the smile on her face from you catching the ball contradicted her attempt at scolding you.

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Showering after training, you washed the grass stains from your skin with a steady breath, the locker room was full of chaos, but the showers were quiet.

“I still remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 01:58, the words you whispered for just us to know, you told me you love me, so why did you go away? Away…”

The full chaos of the locker room with what you assumed was Leila’s music blasting meant your singing was drowned out.

“So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep, and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe, and I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are. Hope it’s nice where you are, and I hope that the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day…” Your voice grew louder as your confidence rose, eventually plateauing as you fell silent again.

Staring at the shower floor as you turned the shower off, your eyes widened as you heard the door open, hearing whispers in Spanish before the door shut again, footsteps heading away.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, biting your lip as you listened to the footsteps retreat. Who heard you this time?

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“Hola cohete, be careful, Mapi and Leila are wondering who the mystery singer is, and Ingrid pointed out to them it was Taylor Swift.” Alexia quietly warned you as she wrapped her arms around you in a hug, feeling your body tense up as she brought you up to speed when you walked into the locker room, everyone about to head out for team bonding soon.

“Okay, everyone, give me your playlists! I am hunting the swiftie!” Mapi announced, putting her hands out for people’s phones.

Swallowing nervously, you pressed your face into Alexia’s shoulder to calm down, hearing your teammates either refuse to give Mapi their phones, or grumble about Taylor Swift.

“We want to know who we need to enter in a singing contest!” Leila admitted, her grin fading as she realised it wasn’t going to be as easy as it seemed to find out who was singing.

“I have not heard them sing yet!” Mariona exclaimed, gaining some nods from your other teammates as Alexia kept her arms around you, swaying slightly until Jenni noticed the two of you, raising an eyebrow until Alexia shook her head.

“Maybe they don’t feel confident in front of people-” Aitana was cut off, as Mapi let out a grumble.

“But they sound so good!”

“I never said they didn’t sound good!” Aitana grumbled back, folding her arms as her eyes lingered over you and Alexia doing some strange swaying hug that was definitely not in time to the music playing.

“Mapi, enough.” Irene warned, meeting Alexia’s eyes as a knowingness washed over her, glancing at you with a soft smile before she turned to Mapi, whilst Sandra stood up, wrapping her arms around you and Alexia for a moment.

“Vamos, kid, I have yet to see you dance outside of the goal posts.” Sandra teased, smirking as you removed your face from Alexia’s shoulder to respond . “That is purposeful. Nobody’s looking at the dancing goalie when the ball’s down the other end of the pitch.” You deadpanned, eyes widening as Sandra stepped back, copying one of your moves.

“Wow, that… that is nothing like how I dance… no- stop, you’re both doing it wrong!” You complained as Alexia joined in, laughing at the look of horror on your face before you sighed, doing the move properly, glancing up, you met familiar brown eyes that haunted you in a way that left your skin flushed and heart racing. Aitana.

Nervously smiling at your crush, a nudge in your ribs from Sandra distracted you back into dancing, bad guy by Billie Eilish blasting as you mouthed the lyrics, spotting Alexia had stopped dancing due to the cameras, but you moved forwards, your hand nudging the camera away from you and Sandra.

“C’mon Rocket, dance with us!” Leila tried, but you rolled your eyes, no longer feeling comfortable dancing if it was going to end up all over social media. Sitting down, a knee bumped yours causing you to glance up, meeting Aitana’s eyes as she smiled, sitting down next to you.

Tapping your foot along to Måneskin’s music, you smiled back at Aitana, the two of you sat watching the chaos of your teammates getting ready to head out. Luckily you were already ready as One Kiss by Dua Lipa began to play, mouthing the lyrics as Aitana raised an eyebrow in amusement, the two of you swaying slightly to the music, bumping shoulders every so often.

Your skin buzzed with warmth under Aitana’s touch, trying to hide your nervousness by chewing your lip, your eyes widened, meeting Alexia’s smirk from across the locker room as she stood with Sandra and Irene.

“Vamos!” The louder members of your team yelled once everyone was ready, everyone splitting off to their cars to head to team bonding, which this time was food then hitting one of the clubs.

“Rocket, you’re with us!” Sandra wrapped her arm around you, guiding you towards the group heading to Alexia’s car, your gaze catching Aitana as she and Laia headed the other direction. Your chest ached slightly remembering that those two were close, your gaze meeting Irene’s.

Sat in between Sandra and Irene, Alexia drove as Jenni sat in the passenger seat, trying to find a decent radio station on the radio.

“Dios mío…” you grumbled, sliding down in the middle seat as Jenni turned the volume up for SloMo by Chanel, feeling eyes on you as you curled in on yourself, biting your tongue to stop yourself from asking Alexia to drive faster. This song was guaranteed to end with you being teased about dancing.

“Be glad we outvoted the karaoke vote, kid.” Irene whispered, gently rubbing your back as Jenni started singing in the passenger seat, Alexia rolling her eyes before keeping them on the road, looking for the restaurant that the others had chosen.

“And the sushi bar Patri wanted is closed.” Sandra added, ruffling your hair enough that you let out a puff of air, trying to fix your hair as Alexia began to park near the restaurant.

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Stealing glances at Aitana every so often during dinner, your quietness was drowned out by the loudness of your other teammates as they chatted away. Everyone in their own little bubbles having conversations about the most random topics.

A foot kicking you once left you ignoring it, assuming it was by mistake, until another kick, slightly less gentle, had you glancing around, wondering who the hell was kicking you in the shin. Tilting your head to the side, you met your captain’s smirk as she held your gaze before she looked at Aitana, her smirk softening into a smile as your face shifted into gay panic. Your gaze moved to your plate until Alexia’s foot nudged you in the shin again, slowly looking up to meet Alexia’s gaze trying to give you comfort from across the table.

After dinner, Alexia wrapped her arm around your waist, slipping you into the passenger seat of her car whilst Jenni was distracted by Pere. Irene and Sandra slipped into the backseats, neither wanting to sit in the middle, like you had been on the way there.

You waved slightly as Aitana and Laia walked by the car, listening as Alexia called out to Jenni to hurry up or she’d go without her. It was teasing but Jenni still hurried over, doing a double take as she spotted you in the front.

Preoccupying yourself with the radio so you didn’t need to speak, Alexia told Jenni to get in the back since she was dropping you off on the way to the club, raising an eyebrow as she spotted you’d found the aux cord.

Night Changes by One Direction began to play over the stereo as you smiled, mouthing the lyrics whilst Jenni, Irene and Sandra exchanged glances in confusion at your music choice, Alexia snorting slightly in amusement.

“Going out tonight, changes into something red, her mother doesn’t like that kind of dress, everything she never had, she’s showing off…” you were careful not to start singing, mouthing the lyrics instead as Alexia began to drive back to yours to drop you off.

You smirked as Midnight Memories followed after, almost dancing in your seat to the amusement and alarm of your older teammates.

“You sure you do not want to take this energy to the club, kid?” Jenni asked but Irene gave her a look, shaking her head as you switched the song to a more chilled, You & I.

“You and I, we don’t wanna be like them, we can make it ‘til the end and nothing can come between you and I…” You mouthed the lyrics quietly, glancing out the windscreen as your place came into view.

“Buenas noches, have fun at the club!” You waved, smiling softly as you got out of the car, watching the three in the back scramble around as Jenni ducked into the front. You laughed as they watched for you to head up to your place, only when you waved from the window did Alexia drive away.

A yawn left your lips but you ignored it, choosing to grab a glass of water and sit down with a notepad, going over the words that had come into your head every time you saw Aitana today, instead of going to bed. ///

One thing about the weather in Barcelona is it doesn’t often rain. In fact, according to Google, Barcelona only has 55 precipitation days per year, this meant you didn’t expect to see much rain, so walking to and from training/matches/recovery was viable for you.

Until it wasn’t, because it was raining and you had no waterproofs or umbrella, clad in your shorts and t-shirt, about to walk to the shop for groceries then walk home.

“Cohete, what do you think you are doing? You will get sick!” Alexia spotted you about to walk outside.

Chewing your lip, you glanced down at Alexia’s hand holding your wrist, her thumb gently caressing your hand when she realised you were frozen.

“I ran out of food… so I need to go shopping, then home.” You admitted, grimacing at the fact that you’d been warned two days ago when Jenni had told you you were running out of food, as she munched on your snacking grapes, flicking one at your face after you rolled your eyes at her.

“Come on, Cohete.” Alexia’s hand moved from your wrist to your hand, the two of you running towards her car. You didn’t see Aitana and Laia watching as they sat in Aitana’s car, Laia laughing at you and the Barcelona captain running through the rain, whilst Aitana frowned at you holding Alexia’s hand.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Alexia’s car, you didn’t expect her to give you the aux cord after last time, but she smiled and said “play what you want, I am not judging.”

Glancing out of the window as Alexia drove from the store, the two of you having ducked around with caps and sunglasses on as you got your groceries, you smiled as the familiar Taylor Swift song began to play, your thoughts drifting to a different Barcelona midfielder as it played.

“‘Cause she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, she’s a starter and I’m on the sidelines… dreaming ‘bout the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time, been here all along so why can’t you see? You belong with me, you belong with me…” You grimaced at your change in the lyrics, falling silent as you moved to change the song, glancing up to spot that Alexia had pulled over nowhere near your place or hers.

“Um- what’s happening?” You raised an eyebrow, swallowing nervously as you tried to shove back the idea that your captain, and basically one of your protective big sisters on the team, was about to murder you.

“When are you going to tell Aitana you love her?”

“I- what? I don’t!” You clammed up, feeling like you’d been ducked in the ice baths by Jenni during recovery again as you looked at Alexia, her face softening at your panic.

“Cohete-” Alexia began, her hand reaching out to yours, your knuckles tense until she pried your fingers from your palms, grimacing at the little half-moons your nails had left behind.

“Is there a song that will explain your feelings?” Alexia tried again, waiting as you were about to defend yourself against being in love with Aitana, but instead, you went to your phone. Alexia raised an eyebrow as a song began to play through her car’s speakers.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I’m a house of cards. You’re the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know I won’t get far. And you stood there in front of me just close enough to touch…” Taylor’s voice was drowned out as you began to sing, avoiding looking at Alexia as you did.

“Close enough to hope that you couldn’t see what I was thinking of, drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile…” You trailed off, sparing a glance at Alexia, who smiled encouragingly as the next verse began and you took a breath.

“My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea, you touch me once and it’s really something, you find I’m even better than you imagined I would be, I’m on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it’s no good… then it’s the drop everything now chorus again…” You stopped singing, letting the song keep playing as Alexia nodded, an idea in her head as you shuffled in the passenger seat, skin burning with embarrassment.

“I can’t tell her,” you paused, watching as Alexia frowned, about to argue but you shook your head, “she’s with Laia, or back with her, I don’t know. Those two confuse me but they’re together and I’m not going to embarrass myself anymore than I already have.”

“She’s happy with Laia, and I’m just me.” You fell quiet, staring at the dashboard as The Archer began to play quietly in the background, quietly singing along, “I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

“Cohete. I will tell Sandra and Irene you said that.” Alexia warned, but you shrugged, wishing you’d grabbed one of the snacks you’d bought before all your shopping went into the boot of Alexia’s car.

“You’re our Cohete. Our little Cohete goalkeeper who can even stop some of my free kicks.” Alexia smirked, pulling you into a hug across the gearbox, your forehead on her shoulder as you breathed in the comfort that Alexia radiated.

///

It was magnetic how you could spot Aitana on the pitch, or off of it. Somehow you always managed to catch her gaze, smiling softly at her as she smiled at you. Alexia noticed it, and it was becoming a little bit obvious by the way that Sandra would flick you in the head with a goalie glove, or even the ball during practice so you’d pay attention to her instead of watching Aitana scrimmaging. Irene had spotted it too, but she mainly gave you soft smiles and a nudge, instead of Sandra’s teasing.

It was only when you accidentally met Laia’s gaze whilst looking at Aitana that panic washed over you. That panic meant you didn’t see the ball that Mapi was sending into your goal, until it smacked you in the face.

“Right to the face, León!” someone shouted but you were more focussed on the pain in your face.

“Ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuckerty, fuck, fucking hell!” You held your hands to your face, laying on the grass curled up in a ball.

“Hey, hey, kid, it’s okay, just let us take a look-” Sandra ran over first, alarmed by how much you were swearing, and how you hadn’t jumped up like a rocket, pretending to be fine.

“Cohete, it’s okay-” Alexia tried, her hand on your shoulder as you kept rolling around the grass, wheezing for breath.

“Are they okay?” Aitana’s voice had you moving your gloves to reveal your bloodied nose and the rest of your already bruising face with a wince. Everyone who saw it winced, but you were already struggling to see, the impact having hit the bridge of your nose and forehead mainly.

“Someone needs to tell Mapi I’m fine… but my gloves might need washing…” you joked slightly, coughing a little as you sat up, the medical team coming over to look at you and your battered face.

///

Aitana and Laia found you after practice was done for the day, sat with Mapi and Ingrid in the medical room, you were holding an ice pack to your face and telling Mapi you were fine, although she didn’t believe you and still worried you were concussed, judging by the look on her face and Ingrid’s.

“Are they okay?” Laia enquired, eyes flicking over how Aitana was staring at you worriedly, whilst Ingrid answered Laia’s question.

“They say they are.”

“I still think they are concussed.” Mapi argued, unfolding her arms to press the ice pack back onto your face as you removed it to speak.

“They checked. I barely have a headache, just a broken nose and a bruised face.” You argued back, instantly covering your face with the ice pack when you saw the look on Aitana’s face.

“Where are you going?” Aitana exclaimed as you began to get up and leave the room.

“Home? We’re done for the day.” You deadpanned but that was when the four players immediately began to argue.

“You can’t walk home like that!” “You’re not walking home injured!” “Where do you even live? You can’t walk that far!” “Rocket, it’s not safe!”

“Cohete? What’s going on?” Alexia’s voice was your salvation as she walked in through the open door you were holding, her eyes widening at the bruising on your face that was slowly showing up.

“Just trying to go home, but they don’t want me walking home, when I’m fine.” You replied, about to argue with Alexia as she made you place the ice pack back on your face.

“I will drive you.” Aitana cut Alexia off, stepping forward to meet you whilst Laia shared a glance at Alexia, who just nodded, telling Aitana not to let you take the ice pack off your face for too long, before she left the room to go shower, kissing your forehead gently as you stared after her.

///

Sitting in the passenger seat of Aitana’s car, your stomach twisted in knots, having seen Laia watching you both as Aitana drove away from the training grounds.

“I’m sorry if you and Laia had plans or something…” You began, but Aitana shook her head, admitting she was free tonight, then waiting as you gave her the directions to your place.

“I just thought, since you and Laia are back together-”

“Me and Laia? No, no, we are friends, not back together.” Aitana replied, about to open her mouth to say something else when you interrupted.

“You can drop me off here. Thank you for the lift.” You scrambled out of the car with your training kit bag, kissing Aitana on the cheek before you headed up to your phone. Aitana sat there in shock, having barely pulled her car over to drop you off when she felt your lips on her cheek and her stomach fill with butterflies.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, once you shut the front door, hurrying to find your phone and Alexia’s contact details.

Alexia answered after a few rings, not expecting you to suddenly burst out over the video call with “they’re just friends!” before rambling about how you’d run out of the car after kissing her cheek in thanks for the lift.

“You kissed her cheek?”

“Is that all you heard? That’s platonic for all of you Spaniards though!” You retorted but Alexia hummed, teasing you as you began to panic.

“She was going to say something else but I cut her off jumping out of the car- she pulled over, it was fine, I’m okay!” you saw Alexia’s panicked look at the thought of you jumping out of a moving vehicle, then she rolled her eyes.

“You shouldn’t have cut her off, Cohete… she may have told you something important…” Alexia’s tone had you falling silent, thinking things over as you processed the knowing look she had on her face.

“How do I sing to her without embarrassing myself in the process? I can barely look at you when I sing, and you’re the first person I’ve felt comfortable enough around to sing in forever.” You admitted, chewing your lip as you began to walk around your place instead of leaning against the front door in the hallway.

“What if she loves someone else? Even if it’s not Laia… I just… please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you… please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you…” You sung the lyrics to Enchanted that came to mind, not seeing how Alexia’s eyes widened slightly at your impulsiveness. You weren’t looking at the camera but your confidence was growing, that or your impulsivity, she noted with a growing grin.

“Sorry, sorry. Let’s not let me make a habit of that, Sandra already saw me dancing in goal when nobody’s looking. I don’t need to be bursting into song like I live in a musical.” You apologised, but Alexia shook her head, already forming a plan for how you could sing to Aitana, but she needed help.

///

Alexia had managed to wrangle in a few of the more sensible teammates she had at her disposal, plus the ones who had figured out you were a) crushing on Aitana, and b) the secret singer. You’d made Alexia swear that any plans for you to confess your feelings would be arranged once your face was less battered and bruised.

It took about 3 weeks for your nose to be fully healed, and your face recovered a little bit earlier than that, so Alexia put her plan into action, bringing Sandra and Irene over to your place one afternoon when she knew you were in.

“You write songs?”

“Learning to, anyway.” You explained, scrambling to take the sheet of lined paper from Sandra whilst Irene passed you the notepad you’d left out, the three older players watching as you immediately stashed all your lyrics out of sight.

“So, what song?” Irene asked, raising an eyebrow as Alexia smirked.

“Sparks Fly. Taylor Swift.”

“Of course!” Sandra laughed, pulling you into a hug as you grimaced, realising Alexia had remembered the song, and that now more people knew about you choosing to sing Taylor Swift lyrics.

“Don’t expect me to sing in front of everyone. I think I’d die of embarrassment before getting a word out.” You gave up fighting Sandra’s hold on you, leaning into her hug as she kept her arms around your shoulders.

“That is why it will only be you and Aitana in the dressing room. We will keep everyone else away.”

“You’re going to somehow try to keep Mapi away from finding out I’m the teammate who sings, whilst I am singing in the dressing room, and hoping-”

“She likes you back, Cohete, there is no need to spiral.”

“We will take everyone else out to the pitch.” Irene affirmed, smiling as Sandra began to sway you both in the hug, grinning as you moved your head to stick your tongue out at your fellow goalkeeper.

///

“I know the lyrics, it’s going to be fine, just breathe…” you whispered, your foot tapping against the dressing room floor until Irene gently rested her hand on your knee, calming you slightly until you saw Aitana, and you took a deep breath, almost choking on air as she smiled at you.

Irene nodded to Sandra who walked over, crouching down to look in your eyes, smiling as you stared back at her, eventually smiling back.

“Everything will be okay, kid.”

///

Leaning against the wall, you were obscured from view as Aitana ran back to the dressing room, having been told you wanted to talk to her by Alexia, who then with Sandra and Irene, began to guide the rest of the team outside onto the pitch after sneakily pressing play on her phone for the backing track for you.

“Cohete?” Aitana spoke to what she thought was an empty dressing room before music began to play and you stepped out from where you were hidden.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I’m a house of cards. You’re the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know I won’t get far. And you stood there in front of me just close enough to touch,” you risked stepping forwards to where Aitana was frozen, her mouth hanging open slightly in shock as she realised it was you.

““Close enough to hope that you couldn’t see what I was thinking of, drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down, give me something that’ll haunt me when you’re not around, ‘cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile,” you smiled softly at Aitana as she broke out into a grin, her hands moving to your shoulders as you continued to sing to her.

“My mind forgets to remind me you’re a bad idea, you touch me once and it’s really something, you find I’m even better than you imagined I would be, I’m on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it’s no good, and I know I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would. Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me-” you were cut off as Aitana’s hands moved to cup your face, waiting a moment to see if there was any hesitation in your eyes before pulling you into a kiss.

The two of you stood kissing in the empty dressing room, her hands holding your face as you held her waist, only breaking away to smile as you realised what had happened.

“Sparks.” you whispered, the corner of your mouth pulling upwards as you realised it was the perfect nickname for Aitana, only snapping out of it when you went to speak and realised the backing track was still playing. “Yeah… Alexia’s phone is connected to the speakers.” You realised, grimacing until Aitana laughed, pulling you closer so the two of you were swaying to the music, grinning as you began to sing again.

“And lead me up the staircase, won’t you whisper soft and slow? I’m captivated by you, baby, like a fireworks show. Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain, kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain, ‘cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile… get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down, give me something that will haunt me when you’re not around. ‘Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile, and the sparks fly, oh, baby, smile, and the sparks fly…” the backing track ended and you and Aitana continued to sway, unsure if Alexia had anything else queued after or if it would go silent.

“I see sparks whenever you smile.” You confessed, looking at the dressing room floor until Aitana gently hooked her fingers under your chin so you’d look at her.

“I am captivated by you.” By Aitana continuing the lyrics, smiling softly as you smiled back, your eyes widening as you stared at her in amazement before the dressing room door opened and you both looked towards the door, eyes widening at who was there, but neither of you panicked, staying in each other’s arms.

Alexia and Sandra smiled knowingly as they glanced in, the midfielder having come to pick up her midfielder, whilst Sandra came to pick up her goalie.

“Nice singing, kid.” Sandra smiled, walking in and ruffling your hair with her gloved hand before passing you your gloves, whilst Alexia smirked at Aitana.

“I told you Cohete loves you too. But now, we have training.” Alexia reminded the two of you, wrapping her arms around yours and Aitana’s shoulders to guide you both outside.

“Yeah, Sparks, we have training.” You sassed before meeting Alexia’s amused look, giving them both a nervous grin, you hurried off after Sandra.

Later on in training, Aitana spared a glance at where the goalkeepers were training, grinning as she spotted you dancing on the goal line, thinking nobody was watching.

Alexia rolled her eyes as she spotted Aitana distracted during the rondo, turning her head from where Irene met her gaze, then to Sandra. All three of them knew, even without seeing what she was looking at.

“Rocket and Sparks.”

“Kid, heads up!”

“Aitana!”

You spotted the ball Sandra sent towards the goal, jumping up to whack it over the crossbar, whilst Aitana quickly passed the ball as Alexia sent it to her, nutmegging Jenni with a grin as she sent the ball to Leila.

The magnetism between the two of you only broke when a ball was flying/passed towards either of you.

Rocket and Sparks.

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Learn About My Yuu!

@robin-yume sent me a link to this and it seemed fun! Im super excited to get my main story up and going so I can fully introduce you guys to my little mongrel <3

What’s your MCs name? Yuu Crewel (Refused to give their last name to anyone because they thought NRC was a cult.) They/She pronouns Are they human? Yep! What do they look like? (Working on her base model for outfits!)

When’s their birthday + zodiac sign? December 6th, Sagittarius (No one knew their birthday passed until the VDC) What’s their background? Emotionally neglected mean girl ♡ Were they originally from Twisted wonderland or did they come from a different world? Different World How did they end up in twst? Mirror Portal/Suicide Attempt Do they speak more than 1 language? They can speak simple phrases in a bunch of languages. Very Spanglish vocab vibes. Are they a student? Yep! First Year. How are they as a student? (Hard-working, lazy, in between, etc) Very passive. 'I learn it or I don't'. Never learned how to study and will just read the text through once or twice and call it good. What subject are they good at? History! What part of the school do they like to hang out? Favorite place is a toss-up of the Mostro Lounge and the Botanical Garden What dorm do they belong to? Ramshackle! Do they use magic? Nope! What’s their unique magic? Gun♡ No Magic Are they related to anyone at the school? Lots of pseudo-family ties as time goes on. Legally adopted by Crewel in their second year. Who are they close friends with? The Firstie Squad is ride or die. But, Best Friend title goes to Floyd. Do they have a special talent? A jack of all trades, master of none. Any unique body features? (Tattoos, scars, piercings, etc) Has a crooked tooth from a fight that healed wrong What teacher are they close to? Favorite teacher is Trien! How strong are they? Can lift surprisingly more than you'd think they could. Fist fights anyone on campus. Are there any twst characters they don’t like? Not so much dislike just... Yuu to Idia: I feel indifferent toward you. Idia: Please keep it that way. Do they have a love interest? Several (Malleus, Azul, Jamil) What type of clothes do they like to wear? They lean more toward alt fashions but will wear whatever they deem cute. Any fun facts about them? Has survived deadly nightshade poisoning in their world and now the Twist version is a fun sleepy-time medicine to them (VIL HATES THIS) Anything else you want to say about them? Their plus-sized :D

If you have any art of your MCs please share! I’m so curious to see everyone’s MCs 😭💜

[weshallc]

HAPPY 75th BIRTHDAY NHS

Call the Midwife Special AU FIC

HAPPYBIRTHDAY @ilovemushystuff I know you aren't 75! but I hope you enjoy this. Like the NHS you are so loved, appreciated, valued and vital to this community. But in a much better state than the NHS. ❤💌🎈🎁🎂

Thank you @fourteen-teacups for being the most patient person in the world. It felt like 75years since we started writing this. 🥰@roguesnitch yes you can adopt a donkey.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to TV presenters living or dead are completely coincidental. Absoloutley. 😬

July 5th 2023, Aylward Care Home, Poplar.

“Come on Jack, do you want to have a wee sit in the garden? It's a lovely morning. Let’s fetch your cardi.” 

The tall man is stooped, no longer able to carry his previous imposing six foot stature. Bent by age and years of working his failing muscles and bones are always tired. He turns his head to look at the young fresh faced girl at his side. He likes this one. They are all nice, pleasant, some a little kinder than others. But they are busy, they have mouths to feed, medicines to dispense and bums to wash. This one she seems to have more time than others. Maybe it is because she has the gift of youth. She has time to play with. Jack’s time is running out. Time has started to tease him. Started to play cruel games. Time does not play fair. Time plays by its own rules.

A loud noise alerts Jack and he clings to the girl. She doesn't panic but steadies her friend. For a split second he is back in Derry, but only for a second.

“It’s only the telly Jack. In the day room, don’t worry. Someone’s put the sound up.”

An older woman appears in the corridor, older, but not as old as Jack. He thinks she has a  beautiful smile and a hint of a foreign accent. This one always makes him laugh. He asked her where she was from once and she said Hackney and then she roared with laughter. Jack laughed too; he didn't know why, it just feels good to laugh. But he never asked again.

“Who’s in the day room?”

“I’m not sure, I thought there was just one lady, but it can’t be. You take our Jack the Lad, here, into the garden while I go check it out, Amy.”

Amy. That's her name, sweet Amy. They wear name badges but the writing is too small.

“Thanks Flora.”

Ah yes, Flirty Flora. Now he remembers.

Amy returns to the day room, the telly is still too loud for her own comfort, but bearable. Flora is fiddling with the hearing aids in the ears of the only other occupant. She is being brushed away. Flora doesn't notice or if she does it doesn’t bother her,

“You want to hear, don't you? I’m too big to be a fly, you know. Can’t swat me away so easily.”

Amy smiles and sees what she thinks is a hint of what might be one in the resident resisting Flora’s ministrations.

“Who turned the sound up?” Amy asks as she looks around the otherwise empty room.

“No idea, I don’t think, my lady here, could reach the remote or figure out which button to press. It took me five minutes to guess how to turn it down again."

“Maybe Dangerous Dave is playing pranks again.”

“That’s what I thought but his daughter has taken him out today. It's Wednesday. If you ask me, that TV set is spooked. It’s always doing it.”

Flora completed her challenge of securing and tuning in the hearing aids, She gently takes hold of the arm that was flying into her face and asks if all is now comfortable and clear. She receives a slight nod in response, perceivable only because Flora knows what to look out for.

“Is this the right channel?” asks Amy.

“Yes, It’s 9 o'clock time for Lorraine.”

“I hope it isn’t that footballer’s missus again, right annoying she is.”

“You’re just jealous.”

“What give up this life of luxury for some sweaty millionaire, as if? The residents would miss me. You’d miss me.”

Flora smiles at Amy's protestations and thinks she may have detected another slight nod elsewhere.

A squeaky non descriptive tune pours out of the television and the screen is a vibrant mix of pink and white.

Three people sigh as Lorraine appears before them on screen.

Lorraine, a jolly looking white woman with dark shoulder length hair, who looks to be in her late fifties, fills the screen. She begins to talk to the camera. A Scottish lilt in her voice.

 “Good Morning everyone, how are you today? I hope you are all well. And if you are feeling well this morning, it might be in part to do with the focus of our show. That’s right we moved out of our cosy wee West London studio to venture east into Tower Hamlets.”

It becomes clear Lorraine is standing in front of an old building probably dated back to the late 1800s.

“The reason we find ourselves in Poplar this morning is to celebrate the 75th anniversary of the birth of the National Health Service. And what better way to do that, than in the Patrick Turner Health Hub that has provided primary care predating the formation of the NHS. In all that time it has been the working home of one family.”

The camera now pans out to reveal a Victorian building that has been extended and modernised over the centuries. Some additions are more historically sympathetic than others. Lorraine continues.

“There has been a Turner working here since the end of the Second World War. Including our very own medical expert and friend of the show, Dr Teddy Turner.”

A man of similar age to the presenter pops into view. He is tall, but doesn’t overshadow our host. His hair is dark but the light grey that highlights his unruly tresses may once have been blonde. He is smartly dressed in a dark tailored three piece suit, pink shirt and tie haphazardly adorned in medical equipment such as thermometers, stethoscopes and those things for looking in your eyes and ear.

 “Good Morning, Dr Turner.” 

“Good morning, Lorraine and welcome to Poplar.”

They chat in the tone of two old friends surprised to have bumped into each other at the doctor’s that morning.

“Well, it’s lovely to be here and the staff have made us very welcome. I’m sure the last thing they wanted on a busy Wednesday morning is a TV crew to contend with, but they've been really lovely.” 

“I think like everybody else involved in patient care we are only too glad to have the opportunity to celebrate 75 years of the National Health Service. And share a little bit of our part in that incredible history.”

“Well, shall we do just that very thing? After the break we will be venturing inside the Patrick Turner Health Hub. Where we will be meeting more Turners talking about the last 75 years of working within the NHS. We’ll be looking at some of the most significant changes over that time, with a family that has always been at the cutting edge, if you will please pardon my pun.”

Those who went to brew a cup of YorkshireTea during the intermission miss the NHS75 anniversary retro adverts for Radio Rentals, pink wafers and playtex girdles.

“Welcome back. As you can see we’ve moved into a sort of conference room. Is that right, Dr Teddy?”

“Yes, it's where we hold training days for our staff and the wider district. We also run information sessions for newly diagnosed diabetics, dementia support, mental health, stopping smoking, drug and alcohol advice. And of course women’s health, which here at Patrick Turner’s we specialise in.”

“Well, we are going to come on to that, but I see over here some lovely people. I would like you very much to introduce us to.”

The camera moves towards a group of people sat around a functional table with mugs in front of them of various sizes and designs.

“This is my big sister, Angela. She was a full time GP here for over thirty years and now runs a lot of our education programmes and Well Woman clinics. Her daughter Jools has taken over her mantle and also her office and is currently one of our full time GPs.”

A slim blonde woman who appears to be in her late 50s or early 60s becomes the camera operator's focus. Her hair is tied back from her face, which is thin and angular, but her blue eyes have a gleam and her lips are failing to hide a smirk. She carefully clutches a blue mug and seems to be holding it quite tensely at a deliberate angle. A few letters are revealed between her fingers UK, THE, IES.

“So she’s your niece. We might be able to catch a word with Dr Jools later, but she’s busy seeing patients right now. Is that right, Dr Teddy?”

“Yes, she is my niece. No-one does nepotism quite like the Turners.”

“Moving on.” Lorraine is starting to sound as if she is wondering who is running this show? “And who is this distinguished looking gentleman next to your lovely sister?”

“This gentleman also celebrates his 75th birthday this year. He's actually slightly older than the NHS. This is Sir Timothy Turner, Lorraine. Or as I refer to him Lord Buggerlugs.”

“That seems very unkind, but having a sibling myself it's relatable. I must also apologise to anyone offended by any inappropriate use of language so early in the morning. Regular viewers will know this is to be expected when Dr Teddy is my special guest.”

“I’m seeing a disapproving glance from the lady next to Sir Timothy and the main reason we are here today. Dr Teddy’s, Sir Timothy’s and Dr Angela’s mum is also here. Dr Teddy, please introduce us to this remarkable lady.”

“Lorraine and viewers this is Sister Shelagh Turner, my, sorry, our mum. She came to Poplar in July 1948. It was the inception of the National Health Service. She arrived as a nurse and newly qualified midwife to work on the district with the nuns at Nonnatus House.” 

“I wonder if I could ask Sir Timothy to explain a wee bit of the history of Nonnatus House and its relevance in the East End of London.”

The camera focuses on a tall gentleman looking a good ten years older than his siblings. (They definitely appear to have been a good ten years). He is also dressed as smartly as his younger brother, but minus the novelty tie. Anyone who studied medicine in Edinburgh would recognise this tie’s pattern. He clears his throat and looks directly into the camera.

“Only if you cease referring to me as Sir Timothy. I accepted my knighthood from the late Queen in recognition of my rewarding career as a GP and as an advocate of the NHS and Public Health. I am now retired from medicine. I do continue to campaign for justice for those who through negligence contracted Hepatitis C and the HIV virus as a result of blood transfusions. Compensation has still not been fully distributed and no UK public body has ever admitted responsibility. Therefore, my job is not yet done. So therefore, I’m just Tim.”

“That’s so well said, Sir Tim. And that seems to be a thread that runs through the Turner family. Generation after generation. Your father, the late Dr Patrick Turner who this medical practice is named in memory of, was an early advocate for the families affected by Thalidomide. As you have so rightly reminded us, you have spoken up for all those affected by the 20th century Factor 8 scandal. Your sister, Dr Angela Turner is a voice many will be familiar with on Women’s Hour on Radio 4 sharing her wealth of knowledge on the menopause and postnatal trauma. And of course our own Dr Teddy brought clarity and evidence based truths to our viewers during the recent Covid pandemic.”

For the first time they all look less assured, even Dr Teddy is lost for words. He and Angela both look towards their older brother.

“We’ve all been inspired by our parents. Dad was a great believer in medicine's ability to heal after witnessing the return of the injured as a child in Liverpool from 1914. He was able to compare those times to the wider use of antibiotics which he witnessed as an army medic during WWII. As a GP working through the 60s he saw, thanks to vaccination, the demise of TB and Polio both of which had previously left their scars on our family. The Thalidomide scandal was a heavy blow to recover from, for a GP who only wanted to prevent and ease suffering. Fortunately he  married Shelagh, who loved and believed in him completely." He nods towards the lady sat next to him.

"Through her religious background she understood the way ahead isn’t always clear or certain, She always used to quote St. Julian of Norwich to us as children, ‘He did not say you would not be assailed, you will not be laboured, you will not be disquieted, but he did say you will not be overcome.’ My father was not a religious man, but I believe he drew strength through my mothers steadfast faith in God, and even more so from her faith in him.”

“Thank you Sir...Tim. Well, I think that’s given us all a lot to think about as we go to another wee break.” 

Viewers who want to adopt a donkey are infuriated by adverts for Babysham, tinned spam and a Tiny Tears doll. 

 “Welcome back to Lorraine in Poplar.”    

“So here I am, sitting next to the mother of these fine boys and the gorgeous Dr Angela, Sister Shelagh Turner.”

 “Greetings”

A small woman with steel grey hair pulled into a tidy bun sits between Tim and Angela. She wears a tailored navy jacket with a delicate gold pearl and ruby brooch on the lapel. She holds her mug less furtively than her daughter and viewers can clearly read the words If In Doubt Just Ask Mum.

“From what I’ve been told by your son you qualified as a midwife in 1948.”

 “I did.”

“Dr Teddy, your mother is Scottish!” Lorraine cries in surprise, because obviously she hadn’t introduced herself to her guest before the show. “I can see we are going to get along quite famously. Can you tell me the changes you have seen over the last 75 years?”

“Oh my dear, you may have to cancel one of those shows that follows this one, about relocating abroad or selling something you found in an attic, for me to tell my story.”

Viewers are frantically trying to work out how old Shelagh Turner is as this indomitable lady cooly answers every question. She brings a sense of calm to the temporary studio, in a building she has been familiar with most of her life. If at that moment anyone asked Alexa or Siri to show them the meaning of professional they would instantly produce a picture of Shelagh Turner. 

“My mother died when I was young. I nursed her through her affliction, as I would my father too. I didn’t want to be a greengrocer, like my family before me. All I had ever done since being a small child was nurse. I knew no other life. So after my father died at the end of the war I headed to London. They were crying out for nurses and that is who I am.”

“The greatest change I’ve seen besides the obvious advances in technology, is the reliance on single use plastic. Nothing was disposable in my day, including syringes and enema tubes. Everything had to be autoclaved and reused. But technology has to be the most significant advancement in the day-to-day practice of nursing care. We didn't have machines to do the work for us. If someone was receiving blood or intravenous fluids, through a drip you understand, we had to calculate the drip-rate in our heads or on paper. Then we had to count the drips in the reservoir every 15 minutes to ensure it wasn’t going too fast or too slow. There weren't any machines beeping to alert us to problems.”

Angela, who had been quiet up until this point,just watching the whole shebang with the same amusement of someone not at the top table observing a bridesmaid with a nosebleed, chose this moment to interject.

“I think a lot of current nurses would be happy to get rid of those infernal bleeps.”

“I’m sure you are right, dearest. When I first qualified, the only machinery I was familiar with was the iron lung used to treat Polio patients..."

Below the lens two hands brush against each other.

“I remember it well.....” He says.

“Too true, dearest. It may now be antiquated and look barbaric but we were glad of it during the Christmas of 1958.”

“Did you have Polio as a child, S...Tim?” 

“I did, Lorraine. As Mum said, I ended up in hospital over Christmas when I was ten-years-old. My parents had to cancel their wedding.”

“Oh no! Deary me.”

The presenter appears to be lost for words. This part was obviously not rehearsed. Guest co-presenter Dr Teddy is of no help as he has the countenance of the youngest child, who is always in bother, becoming aware that his big brother is finally going to get it.

“I suppose that wouldn’t be considered very shocking or unusual these days. But just for the sake of propriety, Timothy’s father, Patrick, was a widower. Timothy sadly lost his mother to cancer a couple of years earlier. Another dreadful disease we have made great strides in treating in the last 75 years.”

“You and Dr Turner worked with the Nonnatus nuns, I'm led to believe. They may not be known to our wider audience, but are still very much remembered with affection and gratitude in Poplar, am I right?”

“I hope so, I would like to believe so. The Order of St Raymond Nonnatus trained as nurses and midwives in Euston, arriving in Poplar in 1899. Once the NHS formed, the nuns worked alongside state trained nurses and pupil midwives, most of whom lived in the convent originally based in Leyland Street. They moved to Wick Street in 1959, where they stayed until the late 70s. The Turner practice was always closely linked to Nonnatus. Patrick, my husband, unusually for the time, had a special interest in women’s health. It wasn’t like today, women were just expected ‘to shut up and put up’ as Sister Evangelina used to say. She was a rather bold nun who was always a little ahead of her time and not afraid of telling it like it is, or was.” 

Shelagh pauses for a moment as if she is recalling something she chooses not to share. Angela, sensing her mother’s brief loss in concentration, picks up the thread.

“There were more home births in those days. Mum and Dad ran what we would now call a mother and baby unit, but they were known as maternity homes. We are actually sitting in what was once a four bedded ward. The rest of the rooms were divided up to house our phlebotomy service and provide extra clinic space. One of the labour rooms we still use for minor surgery. Most health centres provide a particular service these days so there isn’t a doubling up of specialities. Patients will know they may be sent to a different centre than their own GPs surgery for let’s say, diabetic advice, heart monitoring, eye checks and podiatry. At Patrick Turner’s Health Hub we have continued my parents’ work. Focusing primarily on women’s health, neonatal care and respiratory conditions, something my parents as ex-smokers were very keen to learn more about and educate their patients.” 

“Sister Shelagh, you were a smoker? I am shocked to hear this.” Lorraine looks horrified, she appears so wholesome.

“Oh, everyone smoked during the war years and into the 60s. It was even thought to be good for you at one time, or so the tobacco companies wanted us to believe.”

Dr Teddy suddenly realises he hasn’t spoken in over ten minutes and is getting paid for this.

“You didn’t smoke when you were a nun though, did you Mum? I blame Dad, he was a bad influence. Tim told me he remembers him smoking in clinic." Before his mother's glare alone ruins his blossoming media career, Lorraine interupts.

“A nun!? You were one of the sisters, Shelagh?”

“Yes, I was, when I first arrived at Nonnatus in 1948, but not when I left in 1958. Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Lorraine is looking at all Shelagh's children seated around her. “Your children are giving all your secrets away today, Shelagh. I think Dr Teddy might end up on the naughty step when he gets home.”

“It was a long time ago and I learned everything I know working with the Order, especially from my dearest friend, Sister Julienne. But the last sixty years have been the happiest and most fulfilling of my life. And the majority of  them have been spent working within and for the NHS. And that’s why I’m here with you today.”

“Nice deflection back to our main topic today, Shelagh. Are you after my job? The producer in my ear has just asked me to not let you leave before I book you in for another show... on your own without your lovely family. Oh! I see.. before the Daily Mail gets to you first for your story, he‘s added. Don’t think that will be happening anytime soon, looking at the expression on Shelagh’s face.”

“We are off for another break now, viewers.”

Viewers wanting to take out an over 55s life insurance policy securing themselves a free pen are now on the phone to the TV regulator Ofcom in protest to advertisements for Brylcreem, old Spice and the Dandy and Beano.

“Welcome back. So, we are going to end today’s NHS75 special with a lovely gift for the Turner family. It’s the least we can do after all this family has done for us over the last 75 years. This is a complete surprise for the Turners. Not all of the Turner children are here today. Tim, Anglela and Teddy’s sister, May, is also in the family firm. She chose to follow in her mother’s footsteps. No! She is not a nun. But the Chief Nursing Officer in a hospital based in Hong Kong. When did you last see May, Shelagh?”

“Oh, it was before Covid, she was due to come home Christmas 2020 and couldn’t and she's been so busy she hasn’t been able to reschedule. She’s so dedicated.”

“Wonder where she gets that from?” Tim and Ted say in unison.

“I don’t like flying now at my age. Angela went out there last year, didn’t you, dear? They’ve always been very close.”

“Look up at the big screen on the wall, Shelagh.You won’t see a video about vaccination or what to do if you are having a stroke. But, who is this?”

The numbers for the surgery disappear from the screen and are replaced by the bright smile of a Chinese woman wearing a white silk blouse, giggling and shouting “now” repeatedly.

“Hello Mum, Hello Fam! How are you all? And how is dear old Poplar?”

The East London room is full of forcefully expired air and cries of “May”.

“I'm going to leave you all to chat privately, in a moment. But can I just ask, May? You grew up in Poplar, do you have good memories?”

“Oh, yes. I came from Hong Kong in 1963 and couldn’t speak a word of English. Patrick and Shelagh fostered me and eventually my birth mum gave permission for them to adopt me. Mother Mildred brought me and some other children, who were orphaned or estranged from their parents, to start new lives. But I remember Poplar with so much love; the sisters, Fred, Vi and Reggie who ran the corner shop. Darling Aunt Trixie and Jonty, my friend Colette and her mother, Nancy. Then there was Pastor Robinson. Too many to name.. Nurse Crane and Miss Higgins mustn't forget them. And lots of girls called Alison. I actually thought all English girls were called Alison for a while. I even thought about changing my name to Alison. Everyone was so welcoming and helped me feel right at home. It was just a shame about Teddy really.”

“Oh! That Turner sense of humour. I see it is intact over the miles. Angela is nodding her head in agreement with your remarks about your younger brother. I need to maybe have a few minutes chat with her in the Green Room after the show. You returned to Hong Kong, May, as a nurse. Can you tell us a wee bit about that?”

“Of course. As much as London will always be my home. I wanted to give something back to my place of birth. The reason Mother Mildred brought me to England was because there wasn’t provision for someone in my situation over here in the 1960s. I wanted to return and see what changes had been made and if I could contribute in any way. It also gave me a chance to meet my Chinese mother again and thank her for giving me the opportunities I had because of her sacrifices.”

“Did you get to spend much time with her, May?”

“Yes, I did. She passed away a few years ago. I got a chance to say goodbye and to be with her at the end of her life as she was at the beginning of mine.”

“That’s lovely May. I’m going to let you catch up with your family now. I’m sure your mum has a lot of questions for you to answer. Probably starting with when are you coming home? Thank you, May Turner.”

“And thank you to all my guests on this NHS 75th anniversary special. Thanks to all the Turners: Shelagh, Tim, Angela, May and our own Dr Teddy. I will be back tomorrow with more inane guests to chat with. Won’t be anywhere near as much fun as this, I promise you.”

The camera focuses on Dr Teddy Turner who is rubbing his right forefinger against his thumb.

"We will leave you with the words of the Health Secretary in 1948, Mr Nye Bevan."

"No society can call itself civilised if a sick person is denied medical aid because of lack of means."

As the credits roll the camera moves to on an outside wall. It focuses a well polished brass plaque on which three lines are written.

KENILWORTH ROW MATERNITY HOME AND SURGERY DR. P. TURNER

"Here, here!" Is followed by cheers and clapping.

“Well that was the best episode of Lorraine I've ever skived off to, with a cuppa, in all my working days.”

“Flora, we are not skiving, we are socialising with the residents and attending to their recreational and creative needs.”

“You do have a way with words, our Ames. You applied to tech to do those exams you need, yet? You know the ones to get into Uni to do your nursing.”

“No, I haven’t. Stop nagging me. I’m not good with exams, Flo, you know that.”

“You’re very good with people though, Amy. More than good. And the kindest person I’ve ever met.”

“Counts for nothing Flora, you have to be one of those clever buggers to be a nurse these days. I’m happy here with my Grans until Aldi or some other supermarket makes me a better offer I can’t refuse.”

“Well. I’m going to keep nagging. But in the meantime, I Wouldn’t say no to Dr Teddy checking out my auld ticker with his stethoscope, one day.”

“Oh Flora, you are crude. His niece is my doctor. She’s brilliant, she really helped me out with that little problem I had.”

“Well, I could have helped you out with that, Amy. Change your washing powder or tell that man of yours to dip it in Domestos bleach before he comes near you next time.”

“Flora, you're shocking......are you alright, love?”

Amy notices tears streaming down their companion’s face, but her eyes remain bright and clear.

The young carer dabs those tears, “Magic hankie cures all. As my gran used to say.”

“Poor old love, probably brought back memories. Talking about them Nonnatuns,” Flora added. “You alright Sister? I know where there is a nice piece of Victoria Sponge with your name on it. Amy here will put the kettle on.”

“How old do you think she is?”

“Dunno. No one seems to know. No one knows how long she’s been here. Dangerous Dave says she made a deal with God to look after the people of Poplar for all eternity.

“You know Dangerous Dave talks bollocks, right?”

“I’m just saying what I heard. So about Dr Teddy, do you think he's on Tinder?”

“He’s sixty-years-old, Flora. Get a grip.”

As they leave to put the kettle on and cut the cake. The sound coming from the televison set suddenly increases.

[havingaverydrarryday]

To Be Seen

Lucius understands.

Trans Masculine Draco Malfoy

Transgender visibility Day, Friday the 31st of March, 2023

To Be Seen

“Papa, look!” The small child dashed away, already out the door before Draco had a chance to react. 

“Wait for me!” He called back, then  apologised to the witch at the till before hurrying  after the youngster who was determined to get a free sample from Honeydukes before they were all gone.

“Easy, young man,” a voice said, and Draco froze, a chill going down his spine.

Just to the left of the door stood Scorpius staring up into the face of the tall man who had stopped the child from running across the busy path.

“Papa?” The boy looked confused as he looked back to Draco, then up at the man again.

Draco cleared his throat. “Father,” he greeted coolly, before scooping his son up, settling him on his hip. “I trust you are well.”

Lucius frowned. 

He had been released from Azkaban a year earlier and hadn’t seen or heard from his daughter the entire time.

Adalinda had been a beautiful child. Very much the miniature of her mother, every bit as lovely, every bit as intelligent and sure of what she wanted. 

Unfortunately for Lucius she had wanted to dress as a boy.

She stubbornly refused to wear dresses or hair ribbons, and insisted on robes and short trousers. Even going as far as talking the house elves into transfiguring her clothing for her the moment his back was turned.

She could always be found taking things apart trying to learn how they worked, or climbing trees and chasing the peacocks and garden gnomes. Coming back filthy with scabbed knees.

The morning they had planned to take Adalinda to get her Hogwarts supplies, Narcissa had spelled their daughter’s hair into soft curls. Adalinda had disappeared into the bathroom and had promptly cut the shoulder length hair off and slicked it back and then faced them both with a look that dared them to say anything about it.

In the end Lucius had refused to be seen with her so Narcissa had taken her alone.

Much to his displeasure the child had adopted a masculine persona whilst at school, choosing a name that, at least, had a similar meaning to her own. 

The professors and Headmaster indulged her, and for Lucius  it had made it quite difficult to make a marriage contract when his daughter insisted she was a boy. 

But then the war happened.

Voldemort had been immensely amused by little Adelinda Malfoy playing at being a boy, and to his shame Lucius couldn’t stop what happened. The task, the Dark Mark, she might have been spared them had she just stayed in her place. 

Then they had lost the war and Lucius had been sent to Azkaban. After eight years he was released and another full year had passed, yet his child never contacted him. Not once in nearly a decade.

He knew from Narcissa that she had married, and had children and still lived as a man.

But to see her now…

It was shocking to see this person who had once been his baby, his lovely little child with the blond curls, freckles and dimples. They were now tall and solid, looking so much like himself that it was like looking into a mirror to the past.

“Papa, who is this?” The child stage whispered and Draco sighed.

“I am your Grandfather,” Lucius said softly, and Draco stepped away, shaking his head.

“No, you’re not.”

“I-”

“No,” he said firmly. “His grandfather is my husband’s father. You are the man who was supposed to be my father, but was never there for me, and I do not care to subject my children to you.” He made to step past him again, but Lucius blocked his way. “I have my wand,” Draco warned.

“Please.”

“Why are you bothering me?”

“I’ve been home for over a year.”

“I’m aware.”

Lucius started looking frustrated, “It’s been almost ten years since we last spoke.”

“We haven’t communicated in far longer than that,” he replied wearily. “You have never spoken to me, Father. you have never seen me.”

“I’m seeing you now, Draco, ” Lucius replied fiercely, “And I have never been more proud of you.” 

His father had never called him Draco before. Never.

“I don’t understand.”

“I’ve had a very long time to think of things that I should have been focusing on all along. Like what truly would have been best for your mother, and for you. And I’ve come to realise and accept that I have made a great deal of mistakes, and I am determined to honestly make reparations.”

“Merlin help me,” Draco whispered, “I want to believe you, but I can’t.”

“I may not have understood you, my son, but I have always loved you,” Lucius swore. “All I ask is the opportunity to try and show you that.”

“There he is, daddy!” Another voice called out and Lucius turned to see a red-haired girl standing a ways back, holding Harry Potter’s hand.

“Are you ok?” Harry asked cautiously, wand in hand.

Lucius stepped back, putting a touch of distance between Draco and himself.

Draco gave a subtle nod and Harry relaxed.

“Cassie, come here please,” Draco asked of their daughter, and the little girl let go of Harry’s hand, walking to her papa.

“These are your grandchildren. This is Scorpius,” He nodded to the child still in his arms, “And this is Cassiopeia. Children, this is my father, Lucius.”

End

Adalinda means Noble Serpent 

@magicaltrans

[dandylion240]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC!

Thanks for the tag @bool-prop

I decided to do this for Josie O'Neil, a next gen sim and one of my favorites.

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Her biggest fear is losing someone she loves. She knows death is a fact of life but she doesn't want it to be due to something she did or could have prevented.

Do they have any pet peeves?

People who never apologize even when they know they're wrong.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Cell phone, Yellow Roses and a picture of her dragon. All three are on the nightstand beside her bed.

What do they notice first in a person?

If they're kind to other people. She takes special notice of someone who holds the door open for someone or offers to help when someone is in need.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Her personal pain tolerance is quite high, like around a 7 or 8. It's the pain of others she has a difficult time coping with. As an empath she tends to take on other's emotional pain as her own and it sometimes overwhelms her.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

It depends. She tends to flee from a fight if it's for herself but if it's for someone she's close to she's more apt to fight. She doesn't like to fight but she will if it means defending someone.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

The Reagan family is a huge but her particular family unit isn't that big. Just her parents and adopted brother. So quite small by Reagan standards.

What animal represents them best?

Goldne Retriever - she's playful, affectionate and loyal.

What is a smell that they dislike?

She likes most flowers but she can't stand the scent of marigolds.

Have they broken any bones?

No broken bones but she has sprained her ankle a few times.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

They would probably say she's naive, selfless and an easy mark.

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

She's a morning bird. She loves getting up early and working on her farm.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

She loves citrus fruit, oranges, lemon, limes although she doesn't really like grapefruit. She doesn't like cabbages, especially cooked cabbage.

Do they have any hobbies?

Gardening, horseback riding, long strolls in the woods taking pictures of the world around her. She's a simple girl who likes the simple things in life.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

She get's embarrassed. She doesn't like being the center of attention. She'd rather spend her birthday volunteering at the homeless shelter with her dad or hanging out at the animal shelter.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Yes. She has her dragon earings her parents gave her one year for christmas even though they're more than ten years old. She has the necklace that Hayle gave her that wears all the time. And one day perhaps a ring a certain dragon gives her.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

It depends what it's for. If it's meant to be read by someone else than she makes sure it's neat and legible. If it's just for her than it tends to be messy and she often has to guess what some of the words are if it's been some time since she wrote it.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Love and contentment - but it does take a while for her to get to this point.

Do they have a favorite fabric?

She has a favorite snuggly blanket but she doesn't know what it's made of. She just likes it because it's soft and perfect to snuggle on the sofa with a good book.

What kind of accent do they have?

None.

Tagging: @wannabecatwriter @mahvaladara @stargazer-sims @rebouks @lynzishell @anamoon63 @kimmiessimmies

[floydsmuse]

Meggy m'dear......the thoughts/thots have returned.......and this time it's with Rhett (lol).

So we've seen how Calvin and Miles are with their beloved wifey when the little ones begin putting in appearance, but what about Rhett?? (lol, Bob is soon to come and so aren't Harrison and Major Major so be on the lookout.

Rhett would be over the moon when you tell him you're pregnant. He'd probably be worried from all the bull riding fiascos whether or not you could conceive after you guys adopted Amy, but when you tell him you're pregnant, he'd be yelling out the open window, "IT WORKS!!!! MY GOD IT STILL WORKS!!!!! MA BALLS AND MA DICK STILL WORK!!!" Of course, Royal and Cecelia would be absolutely thrilled but I guarantee you that Royal would be yelling right back at him, "Son, I'm happy as hell for ya, but we don't need to hear ya'll shoutin to high heaven about your junk at two in the morning!!" (lol).

Rhett's always rubbing his face against your belly even though you're not showing yet and you can't help but be tickled by his sandpaper cheeks. The morning sickness isn't too bad but when it does hit, the first thing Rhett does is grab a Gatorade from the fridge before coming to help you.

"Baby, I'm so sorry you have to see me like this."

"Darlin it ain't no big deal," he assures you. "Besides, when we were in college and ya'll came to our frat house for a Friday night rager, ya'll held everybody and their mother's hair while they puked. This ain't nothin."

Speaking of which, you guys end up telling many of his buddies who were in the Delta Tau Epsilon Frat with Rhett (Rhett was president and you were first lady when you all were attending college up in Montana, lol) and who stuck by him all the way after college including Rip, Kayce and Wes. All of them freaked out and were excited that they and their wives were gonna be aunties and uncles.

Amy is double excited that she's gonna be a big sister and so isn't your oldest daughter Hannah even though she's only two. Rhett, Royal and the other guys are always hard at work in the woodshed making the furniture for the nursery, but you and Rhett both got a little teary eyed when Royal had brought down an old timberframe crib from the attic which used to belong to Rhett.

You soon find out that you're expecting not one but TWO little babies and they're both boys!!!! You guys were excited beyond words and so weren't Royal and Cecelia but Royal couldn't stop laughing.

"Dad? The hell are ya'll laughin at?" Rhett asked him.

"Your ma and I knew ya'll were trouble the minute you flashed your lil dinger at us," Royal laughed. "You're gonna have your hands full with two of'em Rhett, just sayin."

Rhett literally would not be able to keep his hands off you either. You thought he was horny when you were trying? You ain't seen nothin yet (lol). He'll come up to you in the morning and rub his hard-on against the back of your thigh and at night when you're in your loose sexy bedslip, he'll try and sneak a playful little nibble at your boobs.

Right around month six, Rhett gets an idea in his head to take some pics of you to keep in a personal photo album of his. His favorite is one of you standing near the horse pasture in your favorite summer dress, wearing his cowboy hat and the horse is nudging your belly. His other favorite is a black and white photo of you with the girls and their little hands are all over your bump along with one of you walking barefoot through the back garden.

As the months roll on, it gets a little harder for you to be on your feet. Rhett is the master of the foot, back and neck massage and will gladly rub your swollen feet with cinnamon, ginger and clove oil you keep in the medicine kit. He'll even run you a bath and help you wash and loves running the washcloth over all your curves. He'll even help you put your socks and shoes on as fall turns to winter and will also pick you up from work because he doesn't want you traveling those icy, snowy roads to get home.

It's finally the last month and the doc tells you that everything looks good and your best bet will probably be to have the babies at home since the closest hospital is well over forty five minutes away (lol). Luckily for you, Cecelia comes from a long line of female midwives (her own mother even delivered Rhett the night he was born and Cecelia did the same for Hannah) and offered to deliver the boys.

During a snowy blizzard, Tatum Royal and Tanner James Abbott are both born at the house. Royal is both shocked and happy to learn that one of his grandsons was named after him. They're the tiniest little babies you've ever seen, both snuggled in their blankies and nested in the timberframe crib at the foot at the bed.

You absolutely love how soft your family members are with them. You laugh when you overhear Cecelia snuggling one of them, telling them that they're gonna get all the girls just like their daddy used to (lol). Sometimes you catch Royal singing to the boys and you and Rhett both swear he sounds like Johnny Cash (he even sang "The Wanderer" which Johnny Cash sang with U2 and it put the both of them right to sleep). You let Amy and Hannah hold the both of them and you bet everybody's taking pictures of the girls holding their brothers.

But you absolutely love when Rhett holds one or both of them at the same time. When he's doing skin-to-skin with the boys, he'll have them nested in Amy's Peter Rabbit quilt and when he brings the babies to meet the animals for the first time he does wear a baby wrap made from an old flannel shirt (lol).

Meggy there will definitely be more of this to come, I can't wait to share this little thing about Lew's other characters (lol).

Welcome back my darling! YAY i can’t wait to read these thoughts/thots you sent in for Rhett! 🥰 im also looking forward to the ones you’re going to send in for Bobby, Harrison, & Major Major too :))

~ YES !! Rhett would be super giddy & excited when he finds out you’re pregnant! i could even picture him getting emotional over the fact 🥹 because like you mentioned of course, with Rhett’s years of bull riding you both were unsure if it were even possible!

“IT WORKS!!!! MY GOD IT STILL WORKS!!!!! MA BALLS AND MA DICK STILL WORK!!!"

MARY!! this is SENDING MEEE😂 i could seriously picture Rhett saying this & i actually read it in his voice too. omg Royals response back!!! pleaseee😭 i’m dying over here just thinking about this!!

~ aww :,) Rhett rubbing his face on your belly is just sooo! i could also see him talking to your belly too! he’s so in love with the baby, even when they haven’t been born yet🥹 he’s constantly gushing on & on about how excited he is to be a dad to anyone who will listen to him hehe! AWEEE! it wouldn’t even phase Rhett to see you in your morning sickness states. he would love you no matter what & find you absolutely breathtaking throughout all of your stages of pregnancy! even when you’re feeling self-conscious, Rhett is always there to pick you up & shower you with so much love & little praises :,)

~ just the thought of Amy being a big sister is so so sweet! i love the guys making furniture for the baby out of wood for the nursery! it’s so much more personal that way. aww Rhett’s crib being passed down to baby🥹 Mary! please this is the cutest thing ever & the fact that Rhett gets all teary eyed cause of it!! i cannot right now :,) ughh i love this idea soo much!

TWINS?! both boys?! oh man, wifey is gonna have her hands full! Rhett was already enough, but bring in two more mini Rhett’s & you got yourself a crazy but fun time ! haha!

"Your ma and I knew ya'll were trouble the minute you flashed your lil dinger at us.”

~ HELP!!! this is such a Royal thing to say😂 like !! im rolling on the floor at this! OMG YES!!! YES!! Rhett would be especially touchy feely with you at all times during your pregnancy! him rubbing his hard on onto the back of your thigh in the mornings & sneaking little nibbles onto your nipple at night before bed…😵‍💫 MARY ARE YOU TRYING TO END ME HERE ?! THATS SO HOT!!! the pictures !!! yes! that couldn’t be more perfect! Rhett would absolutely make you do a little photo shoot with your protruding belly out on full display, or just in the nude! he’d be hyping you up the whole time, telling you how gorgeous & sexy you look ;) where can i find myself a Rhett?? seriously!!

~ oohh! i’m not even pregnant & i need Rhett to give me a message haha 🥰 sounds so soothing! him helping you wash up in the bath & helping you put on your socks/shoes in time for the winter is just soooo! this cowboy is a big softie & wants to help you out in anyway he can! especially when you’re carrying his baby. he’s just utterly & hopelessly in love with you :,)

~ Cecilia being the midwife just seems so fitting! Tatum & Tanner are such great names too!! love Royal being the middle name for Tatum & knowing that James is Lew’s middle name is just amazing! i also was funnily enough born in a snowstorm, so i like that you included that little part hehe :) aweee! Cecilia snuggling with the babies is so sweet & Royal singing to them?! oh my goodness! my heart can’t take much more!! omg i’m just imagining how small the babies look while being held by Rhett :,) he is the most gentle & nurturing daddy there is! the peter rabbit quilt & the skin-to-skin is just so precious! the baby wrap!! ahh! Rhett would sink right into the dad role & would be an absolute natural at it 🥹🥹

Mary! you have outdone yourself with these thoughts/thots! you had me smiling, giggling, & getting all hot during certain parts! i absolutely loved this, thank you for sending them in! until next time angel 🥰💕

[the-villainous-ace]

Saw some discourse (can't remember where) about Crowley's sunglasses in the timeline

Vaguely I remember it said that him wearing glasses in the Job minisode, Land Of Uz (2500 BC) , seemed "out of place" / unnatural when later he doesn't wear them in Golgotha (33 AD), when they witness the crucifixion.

Originally in the season 1 timeline of their encounters, we first witness and therefore, were inclined to believe that Crowley's first debut of their signature shades was 6 years after Golgotha, in Rome (41 AD) .

But we find later that he actually debut a pair of tinted spectacles earlier in 2500 BC, which is year's before we were led to believe in season 1.

And even then another flashback minosode could change it yet again.

Now, we know that Aziraphale and Crowley's meeting in the Land of Uz is the first they've seen of the other since The Flood, Mesopotamia (3004 BC) * [Aziriphale makes a comment about it].

I did wonder if maybe this was the first time Aziraphale sees Crowley with eye-glasses. But I feel like he would've made a comment about them. Upon recognizing Crowley he sort of gives him a look up and down at their appearance, but he dosen't mention anything about it despite it being the biggest change in apparel worn. Prior it was mostly just variations on long robes of white and black respectively seen worn at the Garden (4004 BC) and at the flood (3004 BC).

I feel like Aziraphale would've said something about it, unless he had already seen Crowley in something similar previously. Or rather he understands that Crowley is simply blending in.

This leads into my PoinT...

That Crowley wears glasses in order to pose as a human (aka. Billdad the Shuite).

Crowley has a number of personal reason he prefers to where his Sunglasses (look cool and mysterious, hide his expressions/feeling, as an armour to protect himself etc.) But professionally, it would be hard to go about your buisness if people were freaked out by your serpintine features. So he wears them to blend In.

In the Job-isode, the times Crowley is wearing the glasses (aside from his first introduction) is when he is posing as the HUMAN, Bildad the Shuite, professional midwife/cobbler. He even fools multiple Archangels of heaven with his human guise.

Now compare that to when he isn't wearing them. After taking them off to taunt Aziraphale he doesn't put them back on? Why?

Because he isn't pretending to be the human family friend Billdad the Shuit . With Job's kids, He is acting as a demon, "sent here to destroy you all" (but not actually, just turn you into lizards, temporarily).

So I pose the reason Crowley wears glasses in 2500 BC, but not in 41 AD when he meets Aziraphale and re-introduces themselves as the now "Crowley", is because he wasn't assuming a human identity at the time. In fact he could've just popped round after doing some demonic work. He does mention how he "showed him all the Kingdoms of the world" (one of the temptations offered to Jesus in the dessert).

Eventually, approximately starting 6 years later in Rome (but possibly as far back as Job), eyeglasses become a permentant feature of Crowley's earthen appearance/apparel for year's to come. In fact I'm sure Crowly inadvertently invented all the stereotypes of cool/dangerous guys in sunglasses for the future.

I believe the glasses become a facet of their identity, as he creates it while living on Earth. As he begins to re-invent themself (beginning with re-naming himself) and develop his identity on earth he adopts the sunglasses more.

For convenience as times became more modern, but also because they proved useful in tricking both heaven and hell. Heaven won't recognise him and Hell can't tell what he's thinking or feeling. Nothing is given away.

Anyway that's ma'point. Better stop now before I start rambling more

I have more to say, I especially want to dive into the change in Aziraphale's demeanor with Crowley from the start of the Jobisode, towards the end as well as how it compared with their previous encounters shown in season 1.

Here's a link to a Youtube video by o0Zewy0o of Crowley and Aziriphale's meeting.

o0Zewy0o- Aug 5 2023.

Aziraphale & Crowley, meeting through the Ages, In Chronological Order, GOOD OMENS S1 + S2

****(might edit with gifs/images later)****

[fromriches-tosin]

Consider: Housewife!Jean

-Jean who cooks dinner and when Reiner gets home he tries to "distract" him and Jean smacks him with the wooden spoon (lovingly of course).

-Jean getting his ears pierced and Reiner helping him take care of it.

-Jean painting his nails

-Jean wearing some make up (like a good lipgloss/stick and eye liner.

-Jean wearing cozy cardigans

-Jean exiling Reiner to the couch when he's mad at him. He's lucky if it lasts an hour.

-Jean gardening and also having chickens

-They have kids and Jean morphs into a soccer mom. Kids have a birthday? Jean is bringing homemade cupcakes for the class. Reiner and Jean wnd up being the "safe house" for all their kids friends with bad homes and they just get so used to it that sometimes they have to do a tally of which kids are actually THEIRs and which ones are the uniffically adopted ones.

I should really make my own blog at this point...hmmm...

Omg, what a cute vision.

Most people think Jean would be the wild one in their relationship; constantly on the lookout for some fun, dragging Reiner out to clubs, getting them drunk every weekend... But he really does have that cozy homebody vibe to him at times. I don't doubt he likes to party, but at some point he could really go "okay, that's it, I'm settling down now".

It makes sense if he wants to focus on becoming an artist. If Reiner is stuck in the office, working 9 to 5 like Dolly Parton has prophesized, Jean has enough time to take up drawing and painting again. He becomes a legend among their neighbors, always answering the door in a bathrobe (his ears are definitely pierced, and his nails painted black). He also grows out his hair because Reiner loves to play with it. In general, he's an eccentric artist with a rich, responsible husband all the ladies in their neighborhood lust after.

The other reason for Jean to become so domesticated is Reiner himself. There is nothing Jean wouldn't do for that man, literally nothing. The very idea that he somehow continues to make Reiner happy, be that with his cooking, sexual prowess or by simply being there for him, is something that means a lot to Jean. He wants Reiner to always have someone to come home to.

Reiner says he'd like to see Jean wear lipstick? Consider it done. Reiner mentions something about spicing up their love life with sexy underwear? Jean lets him buy whatever he wants. Reiner wonders where they could eat a decent soufflé? Jean learns to make it overnight. Reiner confesses to wanting a big family? Jean is already looking for the best adoption agency in the area.

And sure, he still bitches and complains about everything and nothing, but it's only to keep up appearances (and also because Reiner gets horny when Jean is being feisty). He will not give Vanessa from across the street or Dorothy from Finance or even Gabriella from the pharmacy a chance to make a move on Reiner. Even though Reiner only has eyes for him, Jean remains vigilant. He is not a desperate housewife, but a very determined one. Once the kids come along, nothing can stop him.

[toothybat]

Cover art, Batman, Robin, Batman again, Joker, Mr. Freeze, Two-Face, Penguin, Riddler, + bonus baby jokes

Remember when the lead singer from My Chemical Romance — Gerard Way — came this close to making a Batman comic for DC?

I went through his twitter where he released all the art, and compiled all the tweets with info about it. More under the cut!

About The concept art: "Cover art to an approved DC comics proposal for a “Vertigo” Batman limited series. Never got to write it. Sadface.” “Each one took about 3 hours to produce. I would do about 2 a day. Weeks of making notes and planning though, pulling ref”

The comic proposal: “6 issues. All one word titles. First issue is “Rats” “So theres no confusion-there’s are from a comic I pitched to DC the year Gab and I won the Eisner. Drawn prior to CW or DXD, at home in LA.“

Why it never got produced: “Just got busy is all. Dan and Ian at DC were crazy supportive of the project but my life took a different turn at the time” “They wanna put it out I just never have time to write it! I think it’s been approved for 5 years haha” [5 years as of June 2013]

Batman “He has ESP, can turn into a bat, and can see into the future, but only he knows about these powers” “the inside of the cape has a massive drawing of a magical kingdom that he made up, like his version of Heaven” “He only eats rats” Bruce Wayne: “Never got around to him. He’s pretty basic, though. I guess the biggest change is his mental hospital buzz cut”

Robin “This is Dick” “He’s more subdued because he’s the only person in the book that isn’t nuts” “He even has his bird medal from BP, or should if its not on the drawing”

Joker “Joker was also the youngest character in the book, about 19. A year or two younger than Robin.” “Touch me I’m sick” “I love that he just wears little white ninja slippers!”

Mr. Freeze “I’m Mr. Freeze! I like to dress up as my dead wife in armor I sculpted out of scrap-metal from her car accident!”

Two-Face “The Two Face was supposed to get a re-do. My least fav. Outfit is great though, since he’s a cop.”

NOT PICTURED Alfred “...he’s the leader of the Order of Hecate. Homeless knights that live under Gotham, who adopt Batman at 30 yrs old” “But whatevs, I suppose he could just be a butler and everyone could show up to work wearing the same clothes for 50 years.”

Catwoman and Harley Quinn “There was no Harley in the book. And Catwoman was very strange.” “Can’t find the Catwoman but let’s just say she’s very “Grey Gardens””

DC also released some Batman and Joker figurines based on these designs!

[vienoreal]

holy shit bro just saw your most recent post and.

i am also. very normal. about slimeriana. we should discuss them. and i would absolutely love to hear about your aus yes yes yes infodump baby i sit on ur porch with a basket and i want u to put ur ideas in it so i may feast >:D

FUCK YEAAAAA

okay so i read this fic with Slimeriana that was like resident evil au, like Slimecicle's playthrough with Charlie as Leon and Mariana as Luis and it gave me a thought! what if House of Ashes AU with Charlie as Jason and Mariana as Salim!! Zain as Flippa as well ofc

^ this so slimeriana coded, Mariana on the left and Charlie on the right. i can just imagine the morning after an argument and they're wearing this while Flippa has the cutest little onesie jumpsuit thingy that is a one punch man suit with a slime themed eye mask

also Sannylity's selection(?) AU gave me the idea of just royalty au, where Mariana is a prince and Charlie is the new courtjester that he fucking falls in live with, and it could be angsty with like arranged marriage with like prince Foolish

AND! and, au where Charlie didn't exist on the Quesadilla island, but instead is the SCU!god version of him and saw like the weird shit going on and decided to just go mess with the people and just instantly fell in love with Mariana, and decided to grant a wish for him to bring Juanaflippa back with like the condition that he gets to raise her too and kdhjgdjgdjgd

and ofc in similar ways a version where Slimecicle is a demon and decides to be sussy and mischievous but cringefails so hard and marries a single parent Mariana

i also have a minecraft diaries au but like idk if people really know about that or wanna hear about it fjzjgsjg

also coffee/flower shop au, Charlie is a gardener who opens up a shop and Mariana is a tired barrista who works across from it, also i like to think Flippa is like Charlie's niece who he adopted when she was born, due to her actual parents dying, and she introduces Charlie to Mariana because she likes to get cookies from the coffee shop.

also, i have thought about a dying light 2 au but i haven't really figured it all out, basically just aus for every game Slimecicle has posted a playthrough of lmaoo

aeeee english isn't my first language so i hope you forgive my messy and nonsense ramblings

please do ask for more and specific stuff if you want more, i also have so many headcanons :')

[destialpal]

almost two years later and i will still yell about how dean deserved to get out until i’m blue in the face. he was a hunter for 99% of his life, lost so many people to the job including himself by dying 112 times. he had always dreamed of the white picket fence, apple pie life, drinking on a beach somewhere. he wanted to settle down, be a freaking regular person once in his life and after finding out that he actually had never had any say in the matter with anything he did, and defeating literal god at the expense of his angel, HE DESERVED TO GET OUT.none of this “guns blazing’ crap bc in the end he didn’t even get that. he got 8 inches of rebar in his spine while fighting the fucking monster of the week. 

after chuck they should have bowed out. their adopted son was god now, they were off the hook. the all deserved a beach vacation. toes in the sand, wearing those tacky dad shirts and cargo shorts, sipping on a fruity drink in a fun glass with a little umbrella. peace. that is what they should have gotten. and after their getaway dean and sam could have FINALLY worked out their co-dependance issues and gotten separate houses, separate lives for once. sam and eileen, dean and cas. peace. they get normal jobs, start making actual money, start a family idk. do you know how badly it pains me that dean never got to experience actually being a girl!dad??? bro that would have been his freaking dream job. cooking and baking all the time, cas reading and probably attending to his incredible garden bc this is my brain and i can do whatever i want with this. sam. eileen, jack all coming over for family dinners now and then, actually getting to celebrate the holidays. peace. 

dean gets to live the life he always dreamed of and never thought he deserved (spoiler alert, he does deserve it). Alive and at peace with the people left he loves the most in this world. growing old and being buried somewhere, instead of salted and burned. 

but seeing as he cant have all that... I hope he has some version of this in heaven.