#london moving house

[walison-abigobaldo-iii]

So, this is the so called Slut Behaviour? Whore era?

[slasherdreamerbored]

Inspired by this interview bit of Emily Blunt & John Krasinski

[thewolveswolf]

I know you must be terribly busy, but is there any update coming yo our favorite teacher fic? It's been 20 days, and I can't stop thinking about it

i’m working on it ☺️

the next chapter is probs 1/3 written! i will absolutely be finishing it so don’t u worry abt that~

[sunfl0w3rmoon]

sometimes I forget that canonically, every single marauder & marauder-era character is dead or indisposed by the end of the seven-book HP franchise

[questwithambition]

At the Royal Opera House, about to watch Swan lake sat right in the upper slips, glancing at people sat in boxes: one day that will be me

[thegreatyin]

what's that, fallen london? 4 personal recommendations for completing the monthly story? twice the amount of items i was just grinding for to open my salon? 4? 4 of them? 4 of them for free? 4 for little old me?

it must be a sackmas miracle.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

why does writing doctor who fanfic always ends me up googling british railways

[nautilusgays]

Bruh the way my dad is like 'i don't understand but I accept you' and then says the most accepting things you've ever heard.

Apparently everyone chooses to be trans and they could simply decide not to be, and people who say 'I was born this way' are making excuses because they always have the choice to not.

Then started slagging off my mum saying how he thinks me being trans is cause my mum was always excessively determined to prove she could do what any man could and that women are equal.....? A wild take to be sure. Especially as I'm really femme anyway??

Also me having to explain the preducdice against trans athletes in the media. And how no one decides to be trans and receive all the hate just for a potential advantage in sport (then also explain that they're on estrogen and that means not the same testosterone levels as a cis man and many trans athletes don't win anyway).

All in all I'm fucking exhausted. Not only did I hike up a mountain (physically exhausting), I had to argue the entire way (mentally exhausting). And he won't let me go to my damn room. I'm so tired.

2 more days 🙏

[madisoncounty]

i don’t mean this in a nosy way but i’m so curious if love him i don’t and there it goes are about the same muse… because they’re so deeply tethered but also there it goes is very specifically time-stamped as taking place way after love him i don’t was written

[delightfullyatomicfest]

[youareinlove]

she never really bought a house in london right? it seems odd to me cause’ if she and joe thought they’d be together forever why not buy a house?

no they rented a lot, and tbh i think the settle in london vs. settle in new york debate was like a Problem for a bit which is why they never bought anything

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Brett Talbot x Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @rhyslahey

Brett stops Scott before he can knock on the door. Lori groans but he doesn't take another step, looking directly at Scott.

"You're absolutely positive we'll be safe here?" He doesn't ask because he doesn't trust Scott, but because he needs to see that he believes this is the right decision as well. For Lori's sake more than anything.

Scott understands. "I promise. No one is going to find you here. Not Monroe, not Gerard. Nobody knows this safe house exists outside of the pack."

He assured him of that before they even left, but now that they're in France, so far away... Far away is good. For the time being, at least, until things settle down and it's safe for them to return home.

"And this friend of yours, the one who lives here," Brett begins, eyebrows raising, "you're sure we can trust him?"

"Brett," Lori says impatiently. She can't stop looking around them every few seconds, worried they're going to be crept up on.

Scott nods once more and wholeheartedly says, "You can trust him. Isaac is one of us, and he knows we're here."

Taking a deep breath, he finally lets Scott go ahead and knock on the door. He keeps himself back a bit as footsteps approach them on the other side of the door. His arm slowly creeps out to push Lori back if necessary.

The door opens. They're immediately ushered inside, and Scott offers for them to go first but Brett insists. He walks in behind him, keeping Lori close at his heels.

For a safe house, it's a pretty nice apartment. They all move into a big room with two couches and double glass doors that lead out onto a balcony. The thin, grey curtains are drawn enough for him to spot the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

Brett turns his back to it as Isaac, he presumes, walks in. He and Scott have a moment together, sharing a hug and a general greeting. Then Scott turns to him and Lori with a smile.

"Guys, this is Isaac. An old friend," he says, and turns back to Isaac as he continues, "this is Brett and Lori. I told you what's been going on, and that they need somewhere to sort of lay low for a little while. We're hoping not more than a couple weeks."

"You never know with Gerard," Isaac says darkly. "I thought he was gone for good and now you tell me he's back. And with a new sidekick, like Kate wasn't bad enough?"

"Except, he's her sidekick, apparently."

There seems to be some doubt in that for both of them. Brett keeps his eyes on Isaac, and only shakes his head in response when he asks him and Lori if they want something to drink.

Isaac leaves the room to get some water and a croissant for Lori, who complained that she was starving, to Brett's annoyance. He did offer to get her breakfast at the airport and she called him overbearing.

"You'll both be fine here," Scott says to them softly. He seems to be talking more to Brett than to Lori, who's already wandering the room, admiring the framed art on the walls.

Brett says nothing, but glances around as well. It really doesn't look like a bad place. Maybe a bit more open than he would like for the place they're meant to be "hiding out" but it's high-up and in a whole other country from Monroe or Gerard. Could be worse. He and Lori could be dead.

Stepping closer to him, Scott lowers his voice like it'll make any difference. "Are you okay?"

For a second, he's tempted to admit that he's scared. Terrified, actually. Of being found. Losing Lori. Being in a place so far from the only people they were able to call family. His stomach lurches at the thought of Satomi.

He clenches his teeth and nods, forcing a tight smile. "Mhm."

"I can stay tonight, if that would help. But I would need to go back tomorrow. With everything going on back in Beacon Hills, I can't stay too long," Scott says, looking and sounding like he feels horrible about it.

"It's fine," Brett says. "I get it. They need you. We'll be fine here, like you said." His eyes dart to the kitchen door where he can see Isaac buttering Lori's croissant. He nods his head toward him. "And he seems nice enough."

Scott nods with full sincerity. "He's one of the best I know."

Then Brett decides. This Isaac guy must be the real deal. When Isaac returns to them a moment later and offers him a glass of water, he accepts it with a slight smile of gratitude.

"Feel free to head through to the bedroom and get some sleep," Isaac tells him, glancing back at Lori as well, then turning back to flick his eyes up and down Brett's rigid form. "You look like you're about to drop dead from exhaustion."

Lori snickers. Brett narrows his eyes at him. His mouth curls into the first real smile in the past forty-eight hours or so.

"I'll remember to throw on some makeup next time I'm on the run," he replies dryly. "Thanks for the compliment, Jean-Paul."

"You know I'm not actually French."

"That's a shame," Brett says, unscrewing the lid from his bottle. He walks around him and Scott, pointing down the hallway they came in through. "Bedroom's down here?"

"Yeah, on the right." Isaac then turns to Scott and Lori in confusion as Brett goes to find the room. "Why's that a shame?"

He smirks to himself as Lori wearily answers, "He's always said he wants to date a French guy. Or even just one who can speak the language semi-fluently."

"Oh," Isaac says. After a beat, "I'm pretty fluent."

[thewolveswolf]

The London, Libraries & Love fic is soooo good i love it

aaa thank u!! 💕

i’m chomping at the bit to write more but real life responsibilities have me in a chokehold atm 😭

[elite-clearance]

Professionals you can trust

[cobraonthecob]

instagram is going nuts over a ring suspiciously on a finger where an engagement ring usually goes...honestly i'd bust my ribs from laughing if either carmen or george did a piasco-esque post stating that it's not that

[questwithambition]

Some snaps from Tuesday - wore my favorite trousers to work (they’re so flowy), got the big imposter syndrome (still struggling rn but we move), and met up with a friend at the Royal Opera House for a drink and to admire the costumes they had on display 🩰