#shuttleposting

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"Ice Cream"

The Shuttle drabble for @monthly-challenge day 14!

Since the shuttle first began its weaving, families have always been families. Little boys have always been little boys, and grandfathers have always sought to spoil them.

Reuben Vanderpoel was no exception to this rule, and on his visits to England, he would dote on his grandson. An annual trip would be taken into town together— just Ughtred and his grandpa Reuben— to see a show, to the toy store and the pet store with all the weasels and dogs.

And at the end of the day, they would always stop and get ice cream.

Grandfathers have always been grandfathers.

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it's just a bad name to have ig

[image ID: the epic handshake meme, with one arm labeled "tangled the series (2017)" and the other labeled "the shuttle (1907)". The handshake is labeled "everyone hates Nigel".)

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guys please tell me im not the only one who sees it 

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"best friends secretly think of each other as sidekick" except it's Dunstan and Penzance from The Shuttle and it's "best friends secretly think of themself as sidekick"

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Dunstan: *invites his crush to spend a few minutes alone with him*

Dunstan: *tells her a story about an ancestor he relates to who fell in love with a woman exactly like her*

Dunstan: *stares longingly into her eyes the entire time*

Dunstan, later that night: OH MY GOSH DO YOU THINK SHE MIGHT'VE REALIZED I WAS FLIRTING WITH HER?

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kazzy's otp playlists

our parents are sworn enemies but we're childhood friends to lovers [hope swan jones x gideon gold]

bluebells underwater [bettina vanderpoel x lord mount dunstan]

i just know i'll fight next to you [percy jackson x annabeth chase]

if it can be broken [killian jones x emma swan]

i'm counting on you [sabine wren x ezra bridger]

beauty and the puppet [belle french x august booth]

wish we could start over again [leo valdez x reyna avila ramirez-arellano]

you can be my lovely navigator [leo valdez x calypso]

you named them all anastasia [will scarlet x anastasia tremaine]

you were my new dream [rapunzel x eugene fitzherbert]

no fear? no fear. [zack underwood x melissa chase]

to love him would be like loving the sea [maristella arrington x adrian alyward]

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In her song, I Hate It Here, from the anthology edition of The Tortured Poets Department, Taylor Swift mentions having read a book about a secret garden when she was a precocious child. The book in question is most likely The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett. If any of you recognized and have read this book and would like further reading from Burnett's works, I will now direct your attention to The Shuttle, a brilliant novel in wh... *[I am taken out by the fbi man with lazer eyes who lives in the tree next to my house]*

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There once was a boy named Ughtred Anstruthers, and he did absolutely nothing to deserve it

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"Bicycle"

The Shuttle drabble for @monthly-challenge day 17!

People would often ask Selden why he had yet to replace his old bicycle. It was decades old, the handlebars had been bumped out of place, and a chain popped loose on a monthly basis. Surely, someone who'd come as far as he had could afford to replace it.

But Selden still couldn't see the titled handlebars without thinking of the accident that had gotten them so out of alignment— when he'd fallen off his bike and found himself in the company of earls and millionaires.

And he never wanted to forget the best accident that ever happened to him.

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Back in the 1900's, it was acceptable for women to propose on leap day.

The Shuttle takes place in 1907, with the climax happening toward the end of the hop picking season (late fall.) It's not too crazy to assume that the hop pickers getting better -> Dunstan showing Rueben Vanderpoel around the estate -> (assumed) proposal timeline goes up until early December.

But what if Dunstan drags his feet about proposing because after everything they've been through, he's absolutely terrified that she might say no. Christmas passes. New Year's passes. January passes. The first twenty-eight days of February pass.

And then Bettina says "nope no more of this I'm tired of waiting for him to get the guts" and come Leap Day, February 29, 1908, Bettina Vanderpoel proposes to Lord Mount Dunstan.

Can you guys imagine how absolutely floored he would be? I feel like he might faint, tbh.

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"Flowers" The Shuttle ficlet for @monthly-challenge day 4!

Whenever Bettina visited Stornham, she'd spend as much time as possible in the garden. Something about it reminded Betty of herself, in a way. A garden was a busy place, with the lives of thousands of plants that couldn't grow without a consistent hand to help, and Bettina could naught but help it. While Kedgers and his team were more than fit for the job, Bettina couldn't forget how he had responded those months ago when she spoke of her return to America.

"Not here, miss! You, not here? Things wouldn't grow, miss!"

She knew that didn't make sense scientifically, but it was a lovely thought to dwell on, and if her presence made the gardeners believe their plants could survive, who was she to say otherwise? Maybe the power of their belief in her led to a diligent work at their tasks, and if that was the case, then, given the state of the gardens, it was paying off.

Acacia bordered and carnation and ambrosia. Crocuses and zinnia and everything in between gave forth their colors. Near a fountain toward the center of the garden was a patch of bluebells, which brought a smile to Bettina's face along with a precious memory.

She stopped and took a seat on the edge of the fountain, catching a glimmer of her eyes reflected in its blue. She then produced a notebook and jotted down a few names of flowers. The gardens at Dunstanwolde didn't rank high on the list of restorations necessary in light of the crumbling state of the rest of the estate, but she was ever a planner, and she knew it wouldn't be an eternity before she found herself tromping about Dunstanwolde's sprawling lawns with her husband once again, this time to see them flecked with a glory of color and life none had seen for generations.

And as silly and sentimental as it sounded, the first flower on her list for the gardens was bluebells.

Her schemes and dreams were interrupted by a lone visitor: her nephew, Ughtred, emerging from a path on the other side of the garden.

"I didn't expect to see you out here, Aunt Betty," he said, quickly hiding his hands behind his back.

"Oh?" Bettina asked, "then may I ask what you're doing?"

He hung his head a little and held out his hands, an assortment of flowers curled up in each fist, their stems bent and some of thier roots still clinging to the earth. Any other adult with a knowledge of plants such as Betty had might've scolded him at once for picking flowers from the garden, but Betty was unlike most adults. She also knew that Ughtred was unlike most kids, and little he did was without reason.

"What are those?" Bettina asked.

"Flowers," he said, "I picked them from the garden. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't, but I..."

His hasty excuse made it clear he expected a harsh rebuke, but instead his aunt rose, then knelt before him and took the flowers from his hands.

"Don't worry, Ughtred," Bettina said, rearranging the bouquet in her hands as she spoke, "you're not in trouble. Who are these for?"

"For mother," he said.

"All of the garden is yours and your mother's," Bettina said.

"I know," Ughtred said, "but I wanted to give her some flowers anyways."

This would be a normal notion around Mother's day, or a birthday, or anniversary, or Christmas, but this week held no such day.

"May I ask why?" Bettina asked.

Ughtred nodded. "Sometimes Grandpa Rueben gives Grandma Annie flowers. Uncle Dunstan gives you flowers, and Lord Alanby gives flowers to Lady Jane. Mother doesn't have anyone to give flowers to her, and she never has."

A wave of emotion overtook Bettina. She could recall a time in her sister's youthful days of courtship in New York when her room overflowed with the colors and fragrance of dozens of flowers from dozens of hopeful admirers, but there was much doubt that in twelve years of marriage Nigel had ever cared enough to waste her money on such a wonderful trinket of affection as even a singular daisy.

"She does," Bettina said, brushing a few clumps of dirt from the root of some of the flowers before handing them back to Ughtred, "she has you."

She kissed her nephew's forehead and stood up.

"Come with me," she said, holding her hand to him.

"Where are we going?" Ughtred asked, taking his aunt's hand in his empty one.

"First, we're going to apologize to Mr. Kedger's for tearing a few flowers from his garden," Bettina said, "then, we're gonna ask him for a special favor."

"What's that?" Ughtred asked, eyes wide with wonder, having grown quite fond in the last year of Aunt Betty's "special favors."

"A bit of earth," Bettina said, and she met his inquisitive expression with an inquisition of her own: "Ughtred, how would you like your own little garden, where you can grow whatever flowers for your mother you'd like to?"

"You mean it?" Ughtred asked.

"Now, it is a responsibility," she said, "you must make sure to check on it, every day, and follow Mr. Kedgers' instructions on anything he tells you."

"Of course," Ughtred said.

Someday, Bettina knew, Ughtred would have a garden to himself the size of Stornham estate. Someday, he'd have a responsibility to check on land much larger than a few yards of earth. It was too soon to tell how the land might flourish under his rule, but Bettina could be sure of one thing.

For as long as Ughtred lived, his mother would always have flowers.

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what i should be doing: going to bed

what i am doing: running chracters from an obscure* 1907 novel through an incorrect quote generator

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Incorrect Quote Generator meets The Shuttle, pt 1

Selden: If history repeats itself, I’m so getting a dinosaur!

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Nigel: I was arrested for being too cool.

Rosalie: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Bettina: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong.

Dunstan: *Sipping their drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.

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Ughtred: *on the phone with Bettina* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl stuff.

Bettina: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you.

Ughtred: Maybe.

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Bettina: This can’t get any worse. Can it?

Dunstan: Sure it can - just give me a minute.

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Rosalie: I can't believe there's a cat somewhere in my house. Amazing feeling. Love cats. And he's here, in my house! Somewhere! And I may encounter him! What a treat.

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Nigel: I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.

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Penzance : Oh shoot!

Penzance : Excuse my vulgarity.

Ughtred: I’ll let it slide.

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Rosalie: I've got a weapon, and I'm... admittedly VERY afraid to use it!

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Ughtred: Does anyone know how to relax? Asking for a friend.

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Rosalie: I met this person on tinder and asked for their last name. They sent it to me and went “Doing a little background check? You might find out I’m a murderer, just ignore that” with a kissy wink emoji. Alright so I good sense of humour.

Rosalie: I looked them up, they were a murderer.

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Ughtred: You have Crayons?

Dunstan: Yes, I have—

Ughtred: You're— how old are you?

Dunstan: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

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Dunstan: You read my diary?

Reuben: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

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Ughtred: Can we get a birthday cake?

Dunstan: It’s not your birthday.

Ughtred: The cake won’t know!

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Nigel: When surrendering, Bettina is to hand the sword over HILT first.

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Rosalie: Why are we friends?

Nigel: Poor decisions on your part.

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Rosalie: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

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Nigel: You treat an outside wound with rubbing alcohol. You treat an inside wound with drinking alcohol.

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Dunstan, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.

Penzance : But how-

Dunstan, ignoring them: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.

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reasons why the joker and the queen by ed sheeran and taylor swift reminds me of the shuttle.

#1: these lyrics:

#2: ed sheeran's hair is red and taylor swift's eyes are blue.

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Frances Hodgson Burnett: Bettina Vanderpoel is a rich American girl. She is very stubborn and has made up her mind that she will NEVER marry a poor English nobleman like most of her peers do.

Frances Hodgson Burnett: Lord Mount Dunstan is a poor English nobleman. He is very stubborn and has made up his mind that he will NEVER marry a rich American girl like most of his peers do.

Frances Hodgson Burnett: *avril lavigne voice* Can I make it any more obvious?

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Girl (Bettina Vanderpoel/Lord Mount Dunstan drabble)

requested by @accidental-spice

James Mount Dunstan had never loved anyone before, unless you count the friendship he shared with his estate's vicar.

Which is why he'd taken so long to understand that stupid feeling that washed over him whenever he saw that American millionairess, Bettina Vanderpoel. She was everything he hated, and yet, he couldn't keep his thoughts from dwelling on her more and more every day.

He'd read about love in all the old chronicles, but he'd never known it felt so magnificent and alive.

But now that Betty had shown him what love was, he could never turn back from it.

(a/n and tags under the cut)

a/n: Not only is this song a straight up bop, but it fits Dunstan as a character very well! Thanks so much for requesting this one, because it was a delight to write!

taglist: {I do not currently have a formal taglist for Saltinna! I will tag a few mutuals who I know are fans of the shuttle on this post! You will not automatically be tagged on my future saltinna works; if you'd like to continue to be tagged on them, let me know; I'd love to add you!} @melliabee @jessicas-pi @kanerallels @accidental-spice @choasuqeen @laughingphoenixleader

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