#laura writes sometimes

[laurasimonsdaughter]

When the crown prince brought home his bride her hair was short. It stood on end, in fair wisps framing her pale face. She said it had not grown since the grief of believing him lost to her. But oh how it grew.

On the day of their wedding it was already hanging down in ringlets. I helped her on with her gown, and dressed her in a veil bestitched with pearls, but the weight of it did not bother her at all. Her new life was heavier to her than all that finery.

She knew nothing of the court, nothing of the ways of royalty. I stood at her elbow, whispering hints, solely to drive the distress from her beautiful eyes. When to bow, when to nod, who was who. She could have done without my advice. The whole court adored her. My mistress will be the most beloved queen this country has ever had.

Things are different now than they were then, she need not fear any disapprobation. Even the king approves of her. There is never any apprehension in her now, but I am still at her side, first among her ladies in waiting. I am the one who brushes her golden cascade of hair, now flowing all the way down to her heels in silken waves. I braid it every morning, and twist it up adorned with pearls and flowers. She wishes for me to call her Rapunzel, not Your Highness, but I must make her remind me every day.

The people are in awe of her. They whisper as she passes by, telling how she healed our prince with the touch of her tears. I stand by her as she stands on the balcony to sing to them. No one, in no corner of the world, can sing like her. But she prefers singing for the common folk to performing at court. So she sings on the balcony, except for when she sings at night, to the prince. Or to me, on the nights that he is kept from her by affairs of state, and I sit up with her until he stumbles in, exhausted, to take my place.

Our prince is a good man. He adores her. He dotes on her.

But not like I do.

[yashley]

imogen & fearne in 3x55

[absenthearted]

HISTORICAL WESTERN || HACKEARNEY + ALTERNATE UNIVERSES [2/?]

PERSONAL.—Gentleman, aged 56, Sheriff and owner of valuable mining property, seeking the acquaintance of a single or widow lady of any means, and with good character and disposition. Object matrimony if suited. Contact C. Hackett, North Kill, NY.

[...]

BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY.—Apprenticeship available for a hardworking, dedicated Physician in mining town upstate. Lodging and transportation provided. Ability to serve both man and beast preferred. Contact C. Hackett, North Kill, NY.

Between dealing with roving outlaws, petty small-town disputes, and feral wild wolves, Sheriff Travis Hackett doesn’t have time for marriage and a wife. His meddling brother decides to help him out—whether he wants it or not.

Laura Kearney never thought she would become a mail-order bride, but she’s willing to do almost anything to pursue her dream of becoming an animal doctor.

In which a secret matchmaking plan goes terribly wrong, Laura gets rejected by her supposed fiancé on the same day that she meets him, and Travis makes a terrible first impression. [Inspired by @genevievedarcygranger’s prompt from the Hackearney Fic Exchange.]

[greyeyedmonster-18]

Do you have any fic recs for maybe the best Sirius portrayals you've come across? Thanks!

ahhhhhhh

okay well, im obviously biased, and i love my own fics, the end.

but, if you don't want to read my nonsense, here are some of my favs:

-the son and heir of nothing in particular by @steelycunt (aeridi0nis on AO3) as well as on the issue of fever and delight and in lieu of beaujolais.

as you can see, i'm particularly fond of their writing and despite loving to be mean to Sirius (in the best sort of way, he is our barbie doll that gets chewed on sometimes, shaken like a rag doll), always do a phenomenal job of capturing his demons and the vibe. there's a particular line in OTIOFAD where sirius is there trying to apologize, and he, like, can't figure out how to slouch enough to do so, and it just hits right where it should. yes.

-the shape and sound of god by @dykefever (dykesiriusblack on AO3).

this is a fleabag AU, and Sirius is the star of the show. I am in love with this sad, sad, depiction of him. What I love a lot about sirius is how raw he is, like literally an open wound walking around and he pulls people into it, but he's always honest about that too. and is just like trying trying trying to be better, but the wound is just festering and. this. also, if you're in the mood for more dykefever, i highly recommend (in my room) i want you here

sweater weather by lumosinlove; look, i am a cult member too. i am nothing but a cult member. (i'm not tagging because I'm sure they get tagged 80x every day, yall know where to go)

Beneath a Big Blue Sky by @eyra; also a cult member for this one, i can't help it. There's something so delightful about sirius in this. and understanding. our sweet silly boy. everyone's comfort fic is also my comfort fic.

Boys Don't Cry by @blitheringmcgonagall (YouBlitheringIdiot on AO3);

i don't tend to read about the Prank because it makes me feel too much and drives me insane but THIS ONE. THIS ONE. yes. will read. and Sirius's characterization in this is top tier.

Drifters by twentysevensummers; the insane times i have read this single chapter.

At the Healing Edge of Broken by @heartofspells

OKAY LOOK I HAD TO COME BACK AND EDIT THIS POST. so fair warning (and i told tumblr user heartofspells this when i was reading as well), i had to do some skimming with some of the subject matter in this fic. BUT that does not erase the fact i LOVED this sirius. i loved how sweet he was with harry. i loved his humor. i loved his arrogance and forced vulnerability. I binged this and then went straight to the authors DM's to scream so. yeah. whoops.

(please let the record show i dont generally make rec lists because I'm always afraid someones going to be sad they weren't on it. but here are some of my favs that i find myself returning to.)

[fictionadventurer]

Laura Ingalls Wilder: Eliza Jane Wilder was a terrible schoolteacher because she was a horrible disciplinarian

Also Laura Ingalls Wilder: [sends her unruly teenage daughter to live with Eliza Jane in the hope that she can figure out how to control her]

[meiloorunsmoothie]

finding neverland wallpapers: the "believe" collection

feel free to like/reblog/use ✨

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

obsessed with their different reactions to being called starcrossed lovers

[truetgirl]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: X-Men (Comicverse), Marvel (Comics), X-Terminators Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Laura Kinney/Jubilation Lee Characters: Laura Kinney, Jubilation Lee, Alison Blaire, Tabitha Smith, Shogo Lee, Gabrielle Kinney, Remy LeBeau Additional Tags: Krakoa Era (X-Men), Feelings Realization, Developing Relationship, Fluff and Angst Summary:

Laura sits in her apartment, contemplating the previous night's events. One way or another, she's going to untangle this emotional mess she's found herself in.

[loosesodamarble]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

WKDHYCJEVDIWNQGXIDNEHEIE! GUYS?! HELLO?! 😂

@lyranova @kalolasfantasyworld @vilandel @thoughtfullyrainynightmare

I got the same ask from 5 people before I ever got a chance to answer for one of y'all, so looks like I'm gonna throw out a playlist of 25 songs that I really like to listen to!

Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon

Burial Mound of Arms by Avu-chan (there is a lot missing without seeing it within the movie it comes from [Inu-Oh] and having a translation of the song, but the VIBES!)

Kaze ni Naru by Ayano Tsuji

Clear Blue Departure by STYLE FIVE

I Do Adore by Mindy Gledhill

All About Your Heart by Mindy Gledhill (what can I say, both songs are my vibe)

Haruka by YOASOBI

Shinzou Houei by Kenshi Yonezu

Suzume by RADWIMPS

Would You Be So Kind by Dodie

Click by Claris

Invisible Sensation by UNISON SQUARE GARDEN

Someone You Like by The Girl and the Dreamcatcher

A Walk by Gakuto Kajiwara (obligatory Black Clover song...)

Ashiato by the peggies

Orange by 7!!

Spot the Difference by Masaki Suda (Kenshi Yonezu's cover is also beautiful)

Life if Beautiful by ReoNa

Style. by Kana Nishino

Mephisto by QUEEN BEE

SIXTEEN by Suemitsu & the Suemith

Yoake to hotaru by n-buna

That's How You Know by Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz

Tokyo Autumn Session by HoneyWorks

One Step Closer by Alan Menkin, Howard Ashman, and Glenn Slater

There is no sense of direction with these songs. But I really wanted to avoid an "oops, all Yonezu" situation because his discography is just INCREDIBLE! Still an overwhelming number of J-pop tunes though... Hm...

[kushamisaru]

These writers really said "Hmm the Esme redemption arc didn't seem to go so well... What if. We do the same with her mom?"

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Florence watches Chris brush her hair in front of the floor-length mirror. There is something utterly, timelessly charming about a woman thoughtfully brushing her hair. It’s one of the treasured moments that make her feel less tied to her age, less tangled up in history. This – smooth, careful strokes combing through long, raven tresses – is a moment that might as well have occurred a century ago. Even though the brush wouldn’t have been plastic then, and undercuts were not yet in fashion.

Even from across the room she can hear Chris’ heart beating, strong and warm and alive. It’s such a common sound. So normal, so human. Everything she is not.

“You better not be making yourself guilty again.” Chris directs two reproachful eyes Florence’s way, her head still slanted and her fingers still combing through her hair. “I can’t be having that.”

Florence shakes her head, but Chris’ dark eyes narrow and she sweeps across the room to sit down on her lap, all sun-kissed skin and perfumed hair. She winds her arms around Florence’s neck.

“You know Goethe, right?” she asks.

“Mm,” Florence hums, more than a little distracted. “Nice guy, a touch dramatic.”

Chris pokes her in the ribs, making her squirm. “Shut up you didn’t know, Goethe. You weren’t alive in 1832, much less undead.”

“I know of Goethe, yes,” she relents, smiling.

“Well, he knew what was up, all the way back in seventeen-whatever.”

There’s poetry coming. Florence can see it in Chris’ eyes, in the way she draws breath, in the slightest change in her voice as she recites:

And she comes, and lays her near the boy: "How I grieve to see thee sorrowing so! If thou think'st to clasp my form with joy, Thou must learn this secret sad to know; Yes! the maid, whom thou Call'st thy loved one now, Is as cold as ice, though white as snow."

Then he clasps her madly in his arm, Then he clasps her madly in his arm, While love's youthful might pervades his frame: "Thou might'st hope, when with me, to grow warm, E'en if from the grave thy spirit came!

Florence listens, silently, her arms wrapped loosely around Chris’ waist.

“See?” Chris says. “Death means nothing love.”

“I didn’t know you when I was alive,” she says, softly, and painfully fond.

Chris face is close enough to hers for her eyes to be as deep as the night’s sky. “But you love me now.”

“Yes-”

Their kiss only lasts as long as Chris can keep down the rest of her poetry. She rests her head against Florence’s shoulder when their lips part and murmurs:

But from out my coffin's prison-bounds By a wond'rous fate I'm forced to rove, While the blessings and the chaunting sounds That your priests delight in, useless prove. Water, salt, are vain Fervent youth to chain, Ah, e'en Earth can never cool down love!

From my grave to wander I am forc'd, Still to seek The Good's long-sever'd link, Still to love the bridegroom I have lost, And the life-blood of his heart to drink;

She had never cared much for poetry. Not until she heard Chris recite it. “How does it end?” Florence asks quietly. “Your poem.”

Chris lifts her head and gives an indifferent shrug with her shoulders. “They both die, of course, it is ancient. And Goethe loved a tragedy.” She smiles. “But that won’t happen to us. I’ll join you. Some day.”

Florence sighs. Some day. She wraps her arms tighter around Chris, feeling her every breath and heartbeat. “That’s all well and good for you,” she complains. “But I have to face your mother afterwards.”

Chris laughs and it sounds like the memory of sunlight. “It’s her own fault. Tell her that if Ma scolds you.”

She rests her forehead against Florence’s, still smiling like the sun, and Florence can't help but smile back, fangs and all.

“If she didn’t want me to fall in love with you...she shouldn’t have named me Christabel.”

[dykefever]

FINALLY got a new journal!!

[absenthearted]

THE TIES THAT BIND || a travis x laura playlist about the pull of fate, the lines drawn in the sand, a home you can never return to, and finding hope and trust and love again in the last place you would ever look. [read] [listen]

master & a hound - gregory alan isakov where were you when I was still kind?

promise - ben howard who am I, darling to you / who am I

little lion man - mumford & sons but it was not your fault but mine / and it was your heart on the line / I really fucked it up this time / didn’t I, my dear?

wish it was true - the white buffalo mother, I tried to do right by you / to do what you asked me to / I did wrong, and I knew

poison & wine - the civil wars I don’t have a choice but I still choose you

the savior complex - phoebe bridgers all the bad dreams that you hide / show me yours, I’ll show you mine

happiness is a butterfly - lana del rey do you want me or do you not?

shrike - hozier I couldn’t utter my love when it counted / ah, but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now

peace - taylor swift all these people think love’s for show / but I would die for you in secret

heal - tom odell and take my past / and take my sins / like an empty sail takes the wind / and heal

to build a home - the cinematic orchestra this is a place where I don’t feel alone / this is a place where I feel at home

last sunrise in the wasteland - at the end of times, nothing instrumental.

[allfleetingdreams]

'and the demons return' - a Silent Hill sequel fanfic

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen, M/M Fandom: Silent Hill Relationships: Laura & Heather Mason, Harry Mason/James Sunderland Characters: Laura, Heather Mason, Harry Mason, James Sunderland Additional Tags: sequel fic, Post SH1, Post SH2, Pre SH3, Vignettes, Referenced murder, Referenced Child Abuse, Referenced Bullying, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Issues, AU but still canon compliant Language: English Word Count: 2817 Chapter: 1/1 (Completed)

Summary: Happy families never stay happy. Laura learns it the hard way.

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Sequel to "Give Me One More Shot At Life".

PREVIEW:

Laura Sunderland just turned nine when her six-year-old sister Heather showed the signs.

She was having dreams. She always woke up screaming into the night. Dad and Pop would always be there in their room to wake Heather up, with Laura lagging behind, terrified, wondering what the hell was going on, and she would look at her sister’s small, scared face burying itself into Dad’s arms. She always said something about a bunch of people coming for them, only to wake up the next morning not remembering anything at all. The screaming terrified Laura, but more than anything, it was the not-remembering that absolutely frightened her the most.

Heather always cried the most gut-wrenching cry every dream. The neighbors heard. The neighbors asked. But Heather never remembered and the neighbors’ questions were often answered in whispers — whispers that Laura was never lucky enough to catch.

The nightmares didn’t come every night. Not at first. They were pretty sparse. For two whole months, it was just one dream. For three months they became two. For the next few months, the nightmares came every two weeks. It confused her. Laura often wondered if this happened before she and Pop came into their lives, but whenever she asked Dad he only smiled and said, “It’s fine, buttercup. It’s all just bad dreams. It happens now and then, but everything’s going to be all right.”

Read more on:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45349798

[fictionadventurer]

"It looked like a good day for setting fence posts, and my mother said so while taking the biscuits from the oven. 'Some morning early, when I can get away, I want you to come with me along the edge of the hill in the wood-lot," she continued. "When the shadows of the trees begin to come down the slope, as the sun rises you feel the turning of the earth. You feel the whole globe under your feet rolling into the sunlight. . . . That's something I found one morning when I was driving the calves to pasture. I've been saving it up for you. I wonder if you've seen a more beautiful dawn in any of the places you've been.'

On my fingers I count the dawns I have seen--memorable, just in being dawns. Sleepy-eyed dawn from the Paris markets after a night of dancing; mist dawn against which I was just to late to see the minarets of Constantinople--all the fault of the stupid stewardess who didn't wake me in time; one startling moment of color on the hills around the Dead Sea before they went colorless in merciless heat; sudden dawn like a clap of light over the freezing-cold Syrian desert. Four dawns in twenty years. No, I do not know dawns as my mother does."

-- Rose Wilder Lane, "A Place in the Country" (1925)

[theartofdreaming1]

Heyyy, chapter 3 of my LauraMax Quarry fic just dropped! (Only took me 11 months to update, whoops 🙈)

This Is Not Over, But Just the Beginning is basically a 'What if Max had gotten bit but they had no clue how to cure it?' An exploration of Laura and Max trying to figure how to fix him whilst also navigating life with a werewolf curse hanging over them.

Summary of Chapter 3: Laura and Max confront Chris Hackett

You can also start from the beginning here.