prompted by @bunniesandbeheadings A criminal investigation show but it takes place in the Tudor court. Someone has to be a detective and solve the crime
Title: Mistress Fishers Murder Mysteries (adaptation of a series of historical novels of the same name)
Watch On: EBC iPlayer
Number Of Seasons: Currently airing the second season.
Starring: Essie Davis (Mistress Phoebe Fisher), Craig Parker (Master John Robinson), Jenna Coleman (Mistress Dorothy Williams), Sam Claflin (Master Hugh Collins) and guest starring Lee Pace as Thomas Cromwell, Duke of Essex.
Synopsis: Mistress Phoebe Fisher is no lady born but thanks to a series of fortunate inheritances she now most certainly is one. However it does not mean she has any notion of acting like one - working as an investigator on behalf of the crown is much more in her line. But when a series of crimes come to haunt the court Phoebe is given an assistant in the form of Master John Robinson, sometime crown agent and his secretary Hugh Collins. Phoebe in truth, is delighted. But she may end up holding a greater secret than even she could imagine.
Dawg, i am serious. This is the same strain that convinced the nazis to attack the soviets during winter and while they had an alliance between them. This is the same kinda purp that made mordecai and rigby actually do their job for once. This is the shit that made the world realize that the palestinian genocide has been going on for 75 years. Shit so loud you will speak perfect latin the instant you get to Rome. Smoke this and you will know what was in metavault DHIYED before it collapsed. This is laced with enough forma and nitain to give you an internship to Digital Extremes. My sweet summer child i cannot stress enough how this is the kinda loud that will allow you to do some @nyancrimew tier hacking by simply shoving the router up your ass
Monika: that is a white chocolate offbrand italian granola bar. What the fuck are you on about
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This is the same kush that turned King Astolfo of the Longobards into a cute anime girl-
Monika: (becomes Fully Charged* and grabs Longinus**) ALRIGHT. YOU ARE GOING TO STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT THE FUCK NO
an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between them
How sweet I roamed, or, rather, used to roam; once I was the perfect child of meadows of summer, but then the year turned, the light clarified and I saw the gaunt Erl-King, tall as a tree with birds in its branches, and he drew me towards him on his magic lasso of inhuman music.
Vicki was laying on the – the deck, she supposed, of the little sailboat, happily out of the way: the gaily-colored triangles of the sails filled out in the strong breeze above her; the blue sky had no clouds; the sun was hot on her skin but the wind insistent, cool. Roger had told her, uncharacteristically stern, to stay alert, but how could she? Even with her usual unease at the vastness of the bay and its motion, she slipped down: into daydreams, into a light dozing, into dreams themselves.
When she woke, some time later, the sun had changed its position, the land drawn back like great green-and-grey curtains to reveal the sea. Burke’s sweater was now folded up under her head, and she watched them: windblown and talking quietly, softened by the long-setting sun.
Give me a number and two (or more) characters, and get a five sentence drabble in return!
Related to my tags on the Irish American reblog, how long have bastardized "Celtic" crosses been neo-Nazi symbols? I wasn't aware of this stupid use until I was an adult and my father was equally unaware until I learned about it, and in our Celtic (American) Pride we often used Celtic cross imagery in decor and accessories. Granted these usually did resemble actually woven/knotted crosses (which by no means meant they were authentic. At best a few came from local Celtic Pride fests–which as I said in those tags was plagued by Confederate and Nazi imagery), but most of them came from like JoAnn's or Michael's or Walmart whenever Saint Paddy's Day rolled around. That said, the woven pattern of a Celtic cross is a bitch to draw especially when you have yet to nurture or be nurtured in any art skills, so when my borderline-Gothic ass would doodle graveyards in my school notebooks I would often doodle simplified Celtic crosses as grave markers, which unfortunately just meant a simple cross with a simple circle in it, unfortunately reminiscent of the neo-Nazi symbol.
Me and my family were staunchly Indiana liberals (to be fair that wasn't that shocking in our democrat enclave city) and have only become more leftist as time goes on, so those who knew me well would know I didn't mean anything by it, but like I have to wonder/worry that those who didn't know me well (like most of my classmates. I was pretty lonely in high school) or people who would briefly visit my home or come across us while we were wearing Celtic pins that day or something came away with the wrong impression. I'm especially dismayed at the thought that the kids I knew to be actual neo-Nazis might thought I was one of them
For the record I left school in like twenty eleven and had been doodling graveyards for years and wearing Celtic imagery for even longer. I can't really find out when the "Celtic" cross became a dogwhistle
your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. you are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. you have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. be careful to not burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.
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he had long forfeited his right to get a say in anything cathy did, or rather, in anyone cathy did. and still, despite all of it - them fighting, him betraying her more times he could count, him leaving her high and dry - he still cares. his back still stiffens up at the thought of it, her laughing in richard's bed, talking about oklahoma or whatever fucking show she was in this week that he wouldn't see. it wasn't jealousy per say - more like he didn't want anyone to win at the expense of his own losses.
he'd been the one to leave, he was the one shacked up with elise in a cozy apartment. and god, did he hate it there - each day measuring his successes against hers and finding for once, he'd been beat. he craved that feeling of superiority, and found he had none of it with her. only that same, empty feeling he'd had since that first book came out. ❝ were you fucking him when you were in ohio, when we were married ? ❞ he accuses, so hypocritical it hurts even him.
Reverse 14DWY au where everyone else is a yandere and Ren is the only sane human being in MC's life
✦゜ANSWERED: Angel's practically begging [Redacted] to keep them safe from everyone by locking them in his basement, meanwhile he's just tryna finish the Haruko cosplay he decided to make on a whim T_T
hiiii! for the fake movie/tv show thingie, might I ask you to indulge my very annoying crush on Luke Evans and Lee Pace please? (aargh I am too old and ace for this whole having a crush thing but here we bloody are >.< ) <33333333
Fake Film/TV Show Meme
Title: Stars & Arrows
Theme Song: Go The Distance
Type: A show consisting of four seasons based on a trilogy book series called The Stars & The Arrow Trilogy (the books in order are: the archer & the deer, fire & water and the finale starlight & shadow)
Summary: Bran (Luke Evans) is a widowed professor of medieval history at Oxford University with three children who does not have time for Rowan (Lee Pace) - the universities charismatic and popular art history professor but yet, he cannot help but be drawn to him as though they have known each other before. When they are bought together to research a rare book that has just been discovered both of them start remembering. Another life. Another world. Another story. A love.
okay okay hear me out. but how about marco/leona + college AU?
WHAT ABOUT IT 👀👀👀
Give me a pairing and an AU setting and I will write you a three-sentence fic
Leona knows three things about the young man she shares a calculus class with: that he speaks with an accent, that he has pretty dark eyes when he looks at her, and that his handwriting is one of the worst she's ever seen.
The first one she finds endearing, and the second one even more so, but it's the third one that provides her with the perfect excuse to sit next to him and strike up a conversation, offering her own notes in exchange for an invitation out for coffee.
Her friends might laugh themselves silly at the sight, but Leona is nothing if not determined to get results; and besides, sharing classwork with someone who seems to barely be able to reread his own is the bare minimum of kindness, is it not?
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20. What was the last thing you researched for a story?
The 1967/8 season at the Metropolitan Opera (for r/v/b au reasons, of course!) The review of La Traviata at opening night in 1967 was ... less than flattering, but I did get a good laugh out of "(...) an audience that was rather light on what is called aristocracy, consisting, as it did, largely of successful businessmen and their wives."