#w. s. gilbert

[melancholy-lute]

I am thy bride! Make thou the very most Of such poor comfort as those words may hold. Proclaim thy victory – say to thyself, “She is my bride – I wrung an oath from her. With miserable lies – she is my bride! She saved my wretched life, and in return I poison hers – but still she is my bride. She shudders at my all-polluting touch – She loathes my mean and miserable soul: What matters it, so that she be my bride?”

Broken Hearts, W. S. Gilbert

[nicknumber]

W. S. Gilbert in 1900

[bouquinteim]

Thomas Round and Donald Adams read a short bio of G&S. date: 1972 (?)

[doyouknowthismusical]

[alostchord]

Why is it that humorous works of art aren't ranked among 'the greats' even if they equal them? Why is humor seen as something that makes the art less artistic, less worthy of being revered? Just because something is humorous in tone doesn't mean that it can't be taken seriously as a piece of art, and I worry that sometimes people act like it does.

[devotedsims]

sounds like it’s time for a weenie roast!

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Struggling with self-compassion?

Recommended Reading:

Bluth, K. (2017). The Self-Compassion Workbook for Teens: Mindfulness and Compassion Skills to Overcome Self-Criticism and Embrace Who You Are. Oakland, CA: New Harbinger.

Brach, T. (2003) Radical Acceptance: Embracing your life with the heart of a Buddha. New York: Bantam.

Brach, T. (2020). Radical Compassion. NY: Penguin.

Brown, B. (2010). The Gifts of Imperfection. Center City, MN: Hazelden.

Desmond, T. (2015). Self-Compassion in Psychotherapy: Mindfulness-Based Practices for Healing and Transformation. Norton.

Germer, C. K. (2009). The mindful path to self-compassion: Freeing yourself from destructive thoughts and emotions. New York: Guilford Press.

Germer, C. K. & Neff, K. D. (2019). Teaching the Mindful Self-Compassion program: A guide for professionals.  New York: Guilford Press.

Gilbert, P. (2009). The compassionate mind. London: Constable.

Hickman, S. (2021).  Self-Compassion for Dummies. Hoboken, NJ: John Wiley.

Neff, K. D. & Germer, C. K (2018). The Mindful Self-Compassion workbook: A proven way to accept yourself, find inner strength, and thrive.  New York: Guilford Press.

Neff, K. D. (2021). Fierce Self-Compassion: How Women Can Harness Kindness to Speak Up, Claim Their Power, and Thrive. New York:  Harper Wave.

Neff, K. D. (2011).  Self-Compassion: The proven power of being kind to yourself.  New York:  William Morrow.

Pollak, S. (2019). Self-Compassion for Parents: Nurture your child by caring for yourself. New York: Guildford Press.

Shapiro, S. (2020).  Good Morning I Love You.  Boulder, Sounds True.

Silberstein-Tirch, L. (2019) How to Be Nice to Yourself: The Everyday Guide to Self Compassion. San Antonio, TX: Althea Press

CHILDREN’S BOOKS

Beltzner, E. (2019).  How to tame the tumbles:  The mindful and compassionate way.  Ontario: Mosaic Press.

Garcia, G. (2017). Listening with My Heart: A story of kindness and self-compassion. Gabi Garcia Books.

Marlowe, S. (2016). My new best friend. Summerville, MA: Wisdom Publications.

O’Leary, W.  (2023).  It’s OK: Being kind to yourself when things feel hard.  Bala Kids.

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[loveebot]

kitty!reader

waterliner always. hates everyone except her man. glossy lips always. lots and lots of jewelry. long acrylics. “carnival” by multi. adidas’ campus 00’s w/ ribbon laces. tooth gems. works at hooters cause she likes the money, but she’s snippy as fuck to the weird customers (the only reason she hasn’t been fired is because she brings in all the men). cheshire cat smile. big headphones. needs a nap at least once a day. lowkey elena gilbert fits (low rise jeans, lace under long sleeves, etc). oral fixation on 10 (it’s usually solved by biting down on/sucking something; both of which can be satisfied by her man).

ㅤㅤ ㅤ۪ㅤ— ㅤ۫ㅤ๑ㅤ ۟ㅤ ˗ˋˏ 🐈‍⬛ ㅤ‧₊ ♱

w/ matt — cute lil “twin bitches” type beat. you guys have similar style and both have crippling anxiety. though, your anxiety is calmed by sucking on his fingers and his is when you give him head…scratches! you guys have lots of matching jewelry. and even though the sex is mind boggling, the aftercare is what really gets you.

w/ chris — y’all make a billion tiktoks together and the fans love it very time. and you guys get into little petty arguments a lottt. you’re a snippy little bitch and he doesn’t like it when you disrespect him. so it usually goes from argument, to silent treatment, then reeaallyy rough sex, and then it always ends up with the two of you cuddling like nothing happened.

w/ nate — you’re not really the dominant one, given you like when your man takes control. but when nate’s younger he’s like this little itty bitty cutie pie who does no wrong. then he grows up and he’s like a big dom angry hockey player. you like both sides of him, but you’re glad to be the submissive one in the relationship. that doesn’t mean you won’t take charge.

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ .⁺ ⸝⸝

just me acknowledging that this is 100% inspired by multiple other writers on this app, specifically, starfxkr, princessbrunette (love her sm) and donatellawritings, and if any of the writers who use these type of !readers see this and feel that my interpretation is too close to theirs and they want me to take this down, i will.

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[darknqlmes]

Innocent Doppelganger

Summary: Isobel Flemming and John Gilbert didn't have one baby; no, they had two. Sofia Gilbert and Elena Gilbert. But Isobel and John only wanted one daughter, so they gave Sofia to Alaric Saltzman; her new identity is Sofia Saltzman. What happens when she finds out about the supernatural world?

Paring: Niklaus Mikaelson/Sofia Stefan Salvatore/Sofia Katherine Pierce/Sofia

Sofia Saltzman was walking home from getting groceries for her and her father. Getting distracted by nature itself. Grabbing her phone from her small white purse, she looked at the time, and her eyes widen. "Oh, daises! I'm late." Putting her phone back in her purse, she picked up the pace. About five minutes of speed walking, she made it home. Sighing, she walked into the apartment buildings and climbed the stairs well to get to her floor.

She got to her floor, opened the door from inside the stairwell, and walked down the little hallway. She got to the apartment door, grabbed the keys, and unlocked the door. Opening it, she walked in and gasped in horror and fear. Blood was over the floor, in little puddles. Peaking around, she saw a man with brown hair and green eyes looking up at her in panic. "ELENA RUN!" Sofia turned around only to gasp.

A man was standing behind Sofia. He had blondish hair and blue eyes that she could stare into forever. He grabbed her by the throat and pinned her against the wall. Gasping for air, she scratched at his hand while whimpering. "I just killed you; how are you alive?" Sofia looked at him with fear in her eyes. Then he threw her into a girl. Gasping, her hand moved to her neck to try and relive the pain, but it didn't work.

She felt a hand push her to the floor. Whimpering in fear and pain, she was feeling very confused. Who are these people, and what are they doing in her house? Looking up, she saw the man with green eyes staring at her with fear and disappointment. "W-who are y-you people?" Sofia questioned, and the man with blue eyes chuckled. "Do you really think I'm going to fall for that, Elena?" In a blink of an eye, the man was in front of Sofia. She flinched and whimpered very quietly.

When he was going to choke her again, she yelled out. "Who's Elena?!" The man stopped and stared at her, just staring at her, thinking she was trying to get out of the situation. Before he could say anything else, she spoke up. "M-my n-name is S-Sofia Saltzman; p-please d-don't h-hurt me." The man just looked at her with amusement. Then, he got up and raised his hand for her to grab. Slowly, she grabbed his hand, and he helped her up.

When standing up, he grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "What is your real name, love?" Sofia spoke in a moderate voice. "My name is Sofia Satlzman." Backing up in shock, he looked at the man with green eyes, only for him to be looking at Sofia in shock. He looked back at Sofia and smiled, then everything went black for Sofia.

[otomehoneyybearr]

Gilbert’s Aphrodisiac Story!

Minors please keep away

Pictures provided by @candied-boys

\(^ヮ^)/

This is a translation of an event story on the JP Server, all the content belongs to Cybird, please support them if you can!

Silvio’s Aphrodisiac Event Here

My body ached with a heat that made me even hate the bright sunlight shining through the window.

I was reaching my limit to maintain my rationality.

In front of me sat Gilbert, looking at mathematical formulas as per usual. However, I, on the other hand was trying my best to regulate my breathing.

Gilbert: "Little rabbit, its still daylight yet your wearing such a lewd expression on your face.

Emma: "N-no I'm not."

(.... Its so painful that I can't help it, but I have to endure it.)

(All of this happened because of none other than Gilbert.)

I had been called into the laboratory by Gilbert, when he happily told me about something out of the ordinary.

Gilbert: "I happen to have some ingredients left over so I made something I thought would make you happy, little rabbit."

Gilbert, with a happy smile on his face, approaches me with a small glass bottle in his hand.

I sensed a vague hint of evildoing in that smile of his and suddenly I had a bad feeling about this.

Emma: "What's this?"

Gilbert: "Aphrodisiac."

Emma: "Oh, an aphrod-- wait, an APHRODISIAC?!"

Gilbert: "Correct. An aphrodisiac I made using the leftover ingredients.

Gilbert: "Although I'm not as good as Walter when it comes to formulations, I'm confident that its safe since it been made with natural ingred--

Emma: "W-wait a second. Why would you make an aphrodisiac so suddenl---

Gilbert: "Little rabbit."

Gilbert: "You either accept my gift, or you’re forced to accept it."

In an unobtrusive manner, the small bottle was pressed against my lips in the blink of an eye.

Just as I opened my mouth to argue, the liquid was poured inside.

Emma: "Hmmgh...!"

Its thick and viscous, with a taste so sweet it almost burns my throat, and almost instantly, my consciousness goes into a haze.

(What the--- My body feels like its on fire.)

I felt a cold finger caress my cheek and ears, which were beginning to flush, and I quickly moved away from Gilbert.

Gilbert: "Well, I have some work I need to finish today, so please be a good little rabbit."

Emma: "...Gil!"

I called his name, but the person in question returned to his chair as if nothing had happened and didn't even look up from his documents on the table.

It didn't take long for me to realize the tremendous effects of the aphrodisiac.

A deep hunger for pleasure disturbed my mind and body to the point I wanted to cry.

Gilbert: "Little rabbit, could you please hand me the materials from the shelf over there?"

Emma: "S-sure."

(Since it's Gilbert, I'm sure he's noticed that the aphrodisiac is taking effect.)

(But its still its embarrassing to act like this so blatantly... and it's becoming really hard to focus.)

Somehow I managed to make the rational decision to retrieve the material booklet, located on the top shelf, as instructed.

The feeling of my legs rubbing against each other, and the collar of my blouse barely scratching neck created a numbing sensation that surged through me, and I quietly let out a sigh.

(...This is difficult.)

(I want to hurry up and get it, but I can't move like this.)

Because I kept stopping my movements so as not to pick up even the slighted bit of pleasure, I found myself unable to pick up the documents.

Before I knew it, Gilbert was standing behind me.

Gilbert: "You we're being top slow, little rabbit, so I came to get it myself.

Emma: "Ah...."

Just as I was about to turn around, his lips came surprisingly close to my ear.

Gilbert: "This is at a height you can't reach, right little rabbit?"

Gilbert's breathe slipped into my ear, making my body tremble.

His arm stretched out towards the shelf and slightly rubbed against my shoulder, as if he was caressing me.

I let out a whimper so lewd that even I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it.

(If this continues, there's no way I'll be able to hold back.)

I lost all of the strength I had left in my legs and I crouched down in my spot.

Gilbert: "Huh? Was that small touch enough to make you feel that strongly?

Gilbert: "My, you're quite the shameless little rabbit, aren't you?"

Emma: "..."

My cheeks heat up at Gilbert's words.

I took the hand he offered to me and stood up, but then he bit the fingertips he was holding.

Emma: "A-ahh"

Gilbert: "Hehe, how fun."

Emma: "...Please stop."

Gilbert: "Huhhh, why?"

Emma: "Gil!"

Gilbert: "Alright, alright. If this is what the little rabbit wants, then I'll just get back to work."

Gilbert removed his lips from my fingers and returned to his seat with a relaxed demeanor that was the complete opposite of my own.

(I'm beginning to reach my limit.)

(It's mostly Gilbert's fault that I ended up like this, so I want him to take responsibility for it.)

I decided to to throw all of my shame away and stood in front of the table, looking straight at him.

Emma: "...Gil."

Even though I called his name, he didn't look up from his papers.

(It's shouldn't be anything serious since he was just trying to play with me by giving me an aphrodisiac.)

Emma: "Gil, please listen to me."

Gilbert: "Whaaat? I can't concentrate on my work."

Finally looking at me with his red eyes, my fiancé, puts his elbows on the table, and rests his head in his hands, tilting it.

Emma: "...It hurts."

Gilbert: "Hmm. And what is you want me to do about it?"

Emma: "W-what..."

Gilbert: "I'll grant anything you wish, little rabbit, so won't you tell me?

(Do I really have to say it specifically?!)

Gilbert smile was bright and he seemed to be genuinely enjoying my reaction.

(It's what Gilbert wants...)

(Its frustrating but I can't bear it any longer.)

Emma: "...Please, Gil."

Gilbert: "Hmm, its still not enough. You have to beg for it properly."

Emma: "...Please touch me."

Gilbert: "Hehe. Good girl."

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪

Gilbert got up from his seat, sat me on the table, and ripped off my blouse.

He licked the petal-like love bites that grew every night, and just when I expected the usual bite to come, he bit down harder this time.

The pleasure was so great that I forgot about all of my embarrassment and let out a moan that I didn't realize was my own.

He played with the tips of my overly sensitive breasts, but it didn't give me the stimulation that I longed for.

Emma: "...Gil, please don't be tease me."

Gilbert: "I'm touching you just like you wanted, aren't I?"

(That's...)

With tears forming at the corner of my eyes, I shook mt head and clung to Gilbert.

Suddenly, the hand that had been wandering around my chest, lifted up my skirt.

It sank down my underwear and into the gap between my hot, wet legs.

Emma: "Ahh...!"

Gilbert: "Then does this satisfy you?"

It would have been fine had he just thrusted it into me, but he stirred his fingers around, making a water-like sound.

A light flashed across my vision, and soon my whole body was attacked by a feeling a weakness.

I'm drowning in greed to the point where I can't breathe, and yet Gilbert keeps his cool face.

He pulls his freshly wet fingers out, and licks them as if to show me.

Gilbert: " Hey, little rabbit. Work will have to be delayed since no progress has been made, right?

Emma: "...Please don't tell me this is what you were really after."

Gilbert: "Well, its boring to just work all day."

(I can't believe he's okay with making me drink aphrodisiac for a reason like that...!)

Suddenly, I noticed the small bottle left on the edge of the desk.

(Half of the contents is still left.)

An idea arises before my thoughts are almost consumed by the pleasure.

Emma: "It's pretty unfair that I'm the only one forced to take the aphrodisiac."

I picked up the small bottle, quickly put the rest of the aphrodisiac into my mouth, and kissed Gilbert.

Without giving him anytime to refuse, I let the aphrodisiac to flow into his mouth and immediately heard the sound of him swallowing it down.

(Finally, we're equal.)

(Well, the reason I did it is more than it just being unfair, it's also because I feel lonely.)

Gilbert: "If anything, I want Gil to beg too."

Gilbert: "Hehe, you've turned into quite the bad girl, haven't you little rabbit?

Gilbert: "Maybe it's due to my influence."

Emma: "Gil..."

The depths of Gilbert's eyes were wet with lust as he smiled, a mysterious sensuality overflowing from him.

Those eyes stared at me spread out on the desk, and after he took off his jacket, his heat penetrated me in one breath.

The bottom of my stomach aches with pleasure at the lust he finally shows me.

There was no way I could manage my sanity as he grabbed me by the waist and shook me violently.

No matter how many times my head goes blank, I feel myself about to lose consciousness from the never ending pleasure.

Emma: "Ahh, I can't.... continue... anymore.."

Gilbert: "You said you wanted me to beg for it, right?"

Emma: "But..!"

Gilbert: "And you still look unsatisfied."

Emma: "...!"

Gilbert: "You'll take responsibility and stay with me until I feel better, won't you, little rabbit?"

Gilbert: "Oh, but of course I'll be accompanying you too."

Just as I let out a sweet whimper from him biting on my earlobe, Gilbert begins to trample my insides once again.

I let out a loud cry from the intense pleasure.

I also notice that the expression on Gilbert's face swaying in front of me was even more sensual than usual.

(...He's absolutely terrible.)

(I can't believe that I'm so happy from my beloved is begging me and drowning in pleasure together.)

Gilbert: "Emma..."

Emma: "...Ahh...."

My whole body relaxes after being forced into a rush once more.

I throw my body back onto the table and Gilbert hugs me so tight that it hurts.

He then rains nonstop kisses on top of where he had left the painfully sweet bite marks.

The fingers that lovingly intertwine with mine are no longer cold.

(Its because Gilbert made me drink that aphrodisiac,)

(That my mind and body are feeling more tired than ever before, and made me do such embarrassing things. I feel terrible.)

(Still, I love Gilbert and I can't ever refuse him. This man's love is troublesome, but so is mine.)

(The bite marks, the heat shared through our fingertips, and the aphrodisiac prank are all proof of Gilbert's love.)

(When I think of Gilbert's love, everything is so lovely.)

I'm reminded once again that I've been completely trampled by Gilbert.

▼・ᴥ・▼

[melancholy-lute]

But strangest of these social twirls, The girls are boys — the boys are girls! The men are women, too — but then Per contra, women all are men. To one who to tradition clings This seems an awkward state of things, But if to think it out you try, It doesn't really signify.

"My Dream", W. S. Gilbert

[nicknumber]

Janette Steer as Galatea in Pygmalion and Galatea

W. S. Gilbert was so put out by Steer's interpretation of the character that he threatened legal action against her.

[usaac-official]

336th Fighter Squadron pilots photographed on their return from the Russian shuttle mission, 21 June - 5 July 1944. P-51 in background is unidentified but the name on the cowling is Millie M'Love. From L-R Capt. Neil van Wyk, Patterson, NJ; Lt. Harry E Dugan Jr., Denver, CO; Lt. Ferris S Harris, Houston, TX; Lt. Charles H. Shilke, Somerset, PA; Lt. Richard J Corbett, Madison, WI; Col. Benjamin S. Kelsey, Waterbury, CT. Sitting: Lt. Gilbert W Hunt, Hays, KS; Lt. Joseph A Patteeuw, Detroit, MI; Lt. George H. Logan Jr., Montclair, NJ; Lt. George C. Smith, Los Angeles, CA.

[doyouknowthismusical]

[clavissionary-position]

Gilbert: (standing outside the secret entrance to the Benitoite Embassy)

Gilbert: Knock-knock, let me in~

Carlo: W-What's the s-secret p-p-p-password?

Gilbert: Hehe, you sound positively terrified. Anyway, the password for today is—

Gilbert: (perfect vocal imitation) "You goddamned creepy-ass eyepatch bastard, here's your stupid-ass password! Now scram!"

Carlo: A-and?

Gilbert: Hm? And...?

Gilbert: Ohhh, that's right.

Gilbert: (jangles angrily)

[gloomth-and-wanderings]

(Saw this post on @shatnerihardlyknowher's blog and it looked real fun but the post was getting really long so I'm making another post)

Assign a song to every letter of your username!

g: guennevere - crosby stills and nash

l: lydia - jonathan richman

o: once in a lifetime - talking heads

o: one of these nights - the eagles

m: maid of orleans (the joan of arc waltz) - omd

t: the third man theme - anton karas

h: how's your wireless - the divine comedy

a: a lady of a certain age - the divine comedy

n: new england - jonathan richman

d: deacon blues - steely dan

w: what a fool believes - the doobie brothers

a: all that jazz - echo and the bunnymen

n: nightmare song - iolanthe (gilbert and sullivan)

d: death of a disco dancer - the smiths

e: eggerson keaveney - jazz emu

r: rhiannon - fleetwood mac

i: i will follow you into the dark (? cover) - george blagden

n: naive melody (this must be the place) - talking heads

g: girls just wanna have fun - cyndi lauper

s: still ill - the smiths

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