#ava lavender edit

[katsurinssims]

Nouk Lolita hair + Alpha edits in Afterglow

When I did this mesh in Pooklet textures, I only did the original alpha, but there's a few alphas and variations out there, so I did a few more this time!

Nouk Lolita hair, all ages, 3604 polys Download

Nouk Lolita hair Zesta02 Zoen alpha Download

Nouk Lolita hair Zesta02 Short alpha Download

The original alpha + Zesta02's 'Zoen' alpha + Zesta02's short alpha (slightly edited the side bangs to be shorter for more variety). All have one binned natural family in one package, plus 8 unbinned afterglow customs. Then there's a couple of families of binned streaked customs: for the original alpha, I pinched @spell-bloom's idea of doing coloured side bangs modeled on @horusmenhosetix's Ava Cadavra retexture, but added more colours to make it a family (black x lavender, brown x dark red (pictured), blond x mint, red x pink). Then I borrowed @mrs-mquve-cc's streaked version, moved the scalp streaks to fit my texture, and made a family based on those (black x darkred (pictured), brown x mint, blond x teal, red x green). Fully compressorized, labelled, mesh is included in the zips.

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credits: Nouk for the mesh, Zesta02 for the additional alphas, Antoninko for the afterglow textures and actions! check @the-afterglow-archive for more Afterglow ₊˚⊹♡

#ts2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #sims 2 #ts2 download #sims 2 download #ts2cc #ts2 hair download #ts2 hair #ts2 female hair #nouk #afterglow hair

[allamericansbitch]

Hi everyone! Here’s the newest addition to my Creator Shoutout Series (january 22 - january 29)! For info about the series, I explained it in the first post here, but generally, it’s to show appreciate to editors and their creations that i love from the past week. To track this series or look at previous shoutouts, please check out the tag on my blog *creatorshoutouts. Have a great week everyone!

taylor swift: speak now tour gifset by @tayloralison

yellowjackets: taissa turner gifset by @djo

taylor swift: right where you left me edit by @tisthedamnseasns

abbott elementary: ava coleman gifset by @alexcabotgf

taylor swift: speak now gifset by @castlescrumblingtv

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @loversmore

stranger things: nancy wheeler gifset by @sukiiwaterhouse​

taylor swift: midnight rain gifset by @treacherous

jenna ortega: fashion moments gifset by @sukiiwaterhouse​

taylor swift: blank space music video gifset by @sheiscoming

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @orion-lake

sabrina carpenter: fast times gifset by @iavender-haze

taylor swift: you’re on your own kid gifset by @taylorswifts13

fear street: 1994 gifset by @decidemp3

stranger things: eddie munson gifset by @ellie-joel

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @newrcmantlcs

wednesday: certainly not a bot gifset by @wednesdayadddms

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @obsessed-artist

taylor swift: lavender haze edit by @april29

boygenius: $20 graphic by @cruellesummer

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @taylorallisons

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @jenaortegas

sabrina carpenter: fast times gifset by @selenas-gomz

taylor swift: lavender haze + pantone colors gifset by @cascadeoceanwave

everything everywhere all at once: oscar nominations gifset by @filmouts

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @lilactaylor

f.r.i.e.n.d.s gifset by @jakejperalta

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @maygrant

wednesday gifset by @tonishalifoe

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @usermaroon

boygenius: songs as lesbian pulp novel covers art by @paramitski

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @cherryslips

stranger things: max mayfield gifset by @olivias-cooke

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @jeonwonwoo

yellowjackets: lottie matthews gifset by @saws2004

taylor swift: lavender haze music video + references to other songs gifset by @joelmillrr

abbott elementary: ava colemen in 2x12 gifset by @annakarenina

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @blanchett

renee rapp gifset by @nick-nelson

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @starsbythepcketful

brooklyn nine nine: certainly not a tumblr bot gifset by @jakeyp

taylor swift: music videos through the eras gifset by @nessa007

taylor swift: lavender haze music video x high infidelity gifset by @highinfildelity

scream 1996 gifset by @chaoticevils​

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @dearreader

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @frrosty

daisy jones & the six gifset by @riley-keoughs

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @zoriis

sadie sink: elle mexico gifset by @ellie-joel

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @eliorperlman

daisy jones & the six gifset by @gownegirl

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @lovestory

maisie peters: better body gifset by @antoniosvivaldi

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @orangesyellow

only murder in the building: mabel mora gifset by @clarkgriffon

taylor swift: lavender haze graphic by @cruellesummer

puss in boots: the last wish gifset by @filmouts

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @midnightsdeluxe

gilmore girls: rory x jess gifset by @reputayswift

taylor swift: lavender haze art by @mickeysarmyguy

wednesday: wednesday addams x mastermind gifset by @jennaorctega

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @chriswevans

taylor swift: dear reader edit by @backtoparis

maisie peters: better body gifset by @jakeperalta

taylor swift: lyric parallel edit by @lipslikethegardensofbabylon

taylor swift: lavender haze music video + subtle nods gifset by @rogerhealey

daisy jones & the six gifset by @enidsinclaiir

taylor swift: lavender haze graphic by @rep-meow-tay-tion

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @venka

succession: tom wambsgans in season four gifset by @riley-keoughs​

taylor swift: lavender haze gifset by @nyratargaryen

taylor swift: midnights graphic by @twinfiresign

the menu: music in film gifset by @madeline-kahn​

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @tayloralison

taylor swift gifset by @cametotheshowinsd​

wednesday: costume design gifset by @spideysensing​

taylor swift: music videos directed by taylor swift gifset by @taylorswifts13

taylor swift: web weaving gifset by @georgesezra

selena gomez: de una vez gifset by @venka​

taylor swift: lavender haze merch by @idsb

taylor swift: lavender haze music video headers by @thatwasthenightthingschanged

taylor swift: lavender haze edit by @sadbeautifutragic

taylor swift: our song (taylor’s version) edit by @heystephcn

taylor swift: midnight era music video looks gifset by @nessa007

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @tswift​

taylor swift: lavender haze music video gifset by @vhagar-apologist​

taylor swift: debut design edit by @sadbeautifulttragic

taylor swift: lavender haze edit by @calmfolklore​​

#*creatorshoutouts #theres so much taylor related stuff sorry lol

[lifeofkaze]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you loads for tagging @the-al-chemist. As you know, my files are.... extensive, let's say.

I didn't realise to what degree but oh boy. For the sake of brevity (lol) I summarised a couple but... see for yourself.

EDIT: I have a problem, jfc.

Fanfic

HPMA Snow Fun

A Lifetime of Adventures

All Adventures Big and Small

Spin-Offs

A Source of Balance

Ad Astra

A Bright Future

Crossroads

The Lesser of Two Evils

La Divina Commedia

(Dana) Fooled

(Dylan) Birthday

(Murphy) The Apprentice

(Orion) Starry Starry Night

(Reva) Marry You

(Ava) Burning Glances, Turning Heads

(Dylan) The Swift, the Comet, and the Shooting Star

July - U Make Me Wanna

Cherry Red

All the following concern my other blog @kaze-writes

Original

Icarus

Chatty Haunting Short WIP

From Depths So Dark

Lemons

Vampires

Smoke and Mirrors

Larger than Life

Memento Mori

New Horizons

Dinner thoughts

F

Ava Shorts (Invincible, Slow Love Slow, Burn)

Selene x Henry (yes, this files as original)

Untitled

(OG) I Remember

(OG) The Poet

(OG) The Cat and the Cardboard Box

(OG) The Things We Do for Love

(October) By the Light of the Moon

OG Chocolate Pudding Bear

When Stars Ignite

Infra-Red

No Words

California Dreamin'

Talia Rath Rockstar

The Pretender

The Sound of Silence

Never Have I Ever

WSI (the actual story)

Flashback Scene, All Summer Long

Part 1: London

Part 2: Birmingham

Part 3: Manchester

Part 4: Dublin

Part 5: Glastonbury

Rewrite Doc

When Stars Ignite (full + fanfic version)

When Stars Ignite (og master doc)

WSI Summary

Since all the usual subjects have been tagged already, tagging whoever fancies playing, but also @hphmmatthewluther @endlessly-cursed @usernoneexistent and @lavender-laney

#tag game #writing game #writers of tumblr #fanfic writing #original writing #wip list #LONG wip list #let me tell you people #my google docs is a maze #but what's new right? #also lol I don't even follow as many people as I have WIPs #that's a problem in itself xD

[vyther16]

wip game!

tagged by @snickerdoodlles; ty!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

as usual for these games, list is under the cut!

Misc Fandom

100k drabble prompts (multi-fandom)

kiss of death au (PotC)

lang dianxia soft smut (The Wolf/Lang Dianxia)

love handel is surprisingly plot relevant (Scooby Doo x PnF/MML)

Untitled Document (LBFaD)

AJtL

enemies to married to friends with a side of yuan lu (CM lives au)

forced politicking siblingship

lin chen is sick of dying men (NiF crossover)

qz lives (but no one else does)

JoL/QYN

Groupwatch Countryside Hospital

yby imprisonment

yet another faking of death in the house

Kinnporsche

nttsmmp4 (nong time travel)

title ideas

One Piece

elizabeth swann in a straw hat (PotC crossover)

Nami & Sanji

regent!sora

sanji & chopper make cookies

(chopper) some of those physical processes (time travel or is it)

(franky) (time travel or is it)

(jinbei) (time travel or is it)

(luffy) (time travel or is it)

PJO

bianca memory loss fic

luke fic ch 3

luke fic pt 2: hoo edition

TTEotM

modern au

puppy dog x his two abused aro spouses

times travel speedrun fixit

ybc & ttj learn to be human

Wednesday

misc

Ah Beng/Judith (with @myhamartiaishubris)

weyler batb au from dms (created with M as well)

you cannot kill me in a way that matters (yes the mushroom quote)

Little Siblings (thirteen beware (it's the devil himself))

01. Frère Jacques (Ava Thorpe)

02. Monday's Child (Wednesday Addams)

03. Little Boy Blue (Eugene Ottinger)

04. Hey Diddle Diddle (Thomas Sinclair)

05. Cock Robin (Xavier Thorpe)

06. Two Tigers (Bianca Barclay)

07. Ah! vous dirai-je, maman (Neville Sinclair)

08. Lavender's Blue (Peyton Barclay)

09. Alouette (Enid Sinclair)

10. Oranges and Lemons (Pugsley Addams)

11. Ladybird Ladybird (Tyler Galpin)

12. Sing a Song of Sixpence (Tessa Ottinger)

13. non amo te, Sabidi (Laurel Gates)

14. Epilogue: Auld Lang Syne

Time Travel (Joy is the Loveliest Number)

art shed convo

Joel & Wednesday

Original Work

6 swans retelling

all that's left of yesterday

Ink Noodling

Sarathae & Elandorr Convos

and that's a wrap (without diving into the "Abandoned Works" folder that is more the "just set aside indefinitely" folder). anway!

no pressuring tagging: @jianghuchild, @hyperbolicreverie, @kasmusser, and anyone else who wants to!

#ask game #tag game #snickerdoodlles #myhamartiaishubris #jianghuchild #hyperbolicreverie #kasmusser

[saiilorstars]

• Previous Chapters • Sequel to Falling in Temptation • Avalon’s Masterlist

• 11th doctor x ofc

taglist: @ocappreciationtag​​​​​ @arrthurpendragon​​​ @anotherunreadblog​​​​​ @maaaaarveeeeel​​​​​ @stareyedplanet​​​​​ ​ @gloryekaterina​​​​​​​​​​​​ @lenonizi​​​​ @foxesandmagic​​​​​

If you’d like to be a part of this OC’s work/edits, let me know!

Disclaimer: This chapter’s plotline is from Doctor Who’s comic stories. Most of the dialogue is directly written from the comic. The plot is NOT mine.

"I cannot believe I am doing this," Avalon walked tiredly into the TARDIS, tossing her nurse's hat directly at the Doctor. It hit his cheek in the midst of his research on the monitor. "You owe me big time for making me do this!"

The Doctor picked up the nurse's hat off the floor and dusted it off with his fingers. "I think you look positively adorable." His remark was received with a deep frown. "Absolutely sexy?"

Avalon rolled her eyes. Clearly, no kind of compliment would lighten her mood. She detested the stupid nurse costume she was in and much more that she was working as a nurse in a retirement home. "I am a traveler, a mediocre writer—"

The Doctor scowled at the lowball self insult. "Avalon!"

"'—but I am not a nurse!" Avalon finished with a heavy huff. "Why can't we go pick up my grandfather who is an actual certified nurse!?" She stomped her way to the console up to the Doctor, demanding to hear a good answer from him.

"We already started this undercover mission," the Doctor pointed out, "And your grandparents are busy. Besides, I thought this could be a fun trip for the both of us."

Avalon's eyes narrowed. "How is this fun when I'm pretending to be a nurse in a retirement home where you're pretty sure people are being murdered?"

"It's interesting at the very least," the Doctor settled for his new description. "C'mon Ava, you've already been there three days and you've done a beautiful job blending in. Now I'll come in tomorrow and do my part to investigate."

"You mean go straight to the director and tell her what you think you know about her?"

"Absolutely!" The Doctor set the nurse hat back on Avalon's head, an admittedly difficult task given her unruly curls were being extra resistant. Avalon mentioned it took half a dozen pins to keep the hat in place.

Avalon swatted his hands away, effectively making the hat fall to the floor again. "I will do any other kind of UC job but not as a nurse. I don't like it."

"Next time," the Doctor promised her. She grumbled. "How about I draw you a nice bath?" His hands threaded down Avalon's hair. "I can get you those sweet lavender scented soaps and shampoos you love so much?"

"You mean the ones you love so much?" Avalon raised an eyebrow.

The Doctor smiled ever so innocently. "Me? I don't recall, but if you really need my help—"

Avalon's brow furrowed. "I didn't say I needed your help—"

"—then I will of course assist you however I can," the Doctor finished with an even wider smile, more like a grin.

Avalon wouldn't even pretend to be by these antics anymore. After a couple decades, she got too tired. "Yeah, alright," she shrugged.

The Doctor beamed. That had been far too easy!

"But I will need a massage, and a face mask..." Avalon started listing her demands as she headed for the corridors, the Doctor right on her trail.

"Anything you want, love," the Doctor promised, grabbing Avalon by the waist for a moment to kiss the crook of her neck. She smiled to herself. He was much too easy to work.

~ 0 ~

The next morning, Avalon begrudgingly returned to the retirement home just like they planned. This was a ludicrous plan from the start given that it had not been their intention to get involved in the first place. But that's what happens when you're time traveling with your birth mother for "bring your daughter to work" day.

They had stumbled across a much older River Song — she wasn't even in prison anymore! She was Dr. River Song, archaeologist, and she and her team were excavating bodies 200 years from now of the very retirement home Avalon was now walking the hallways of. The issue turned out to be that every coffin was empty which meant that the patients dying right around these days were not being buried. It was a mystery that the Doctor couldn't let go of. So here they were, investigating on their own.

Avalon learned fast that she was not made to be a nurse like her grandfather. It was simply not her vocation. She had little patience for difficult people, she did not like to clean bedrooms, and she didn't like her boss either. At least when it comes to writing, I'm my own boss. However, there was one thing that made the place bearable and Avalon was heading right there.

She met the face of her favorite patient in the entire retirement home and immediately smiled. "Good morning Arthur! I brought you a cup of tea!"

The older man was lying on his bed and watching Avalon's every move. His thick eyebrows knitted together as his eyes squinted.

Avalon walked up to his bedside with a tray in hand. "It's me, Arthur. Nurse Reynolds? Avalon?"

"I'm sorry," Arthur awkwardly smiled back. "Nurse Reynolds…" The recognition glinted in his eyes after a moment and it was then that Avalon set the tray on the bed stand.

"It's alright," Avalon assured him, picking up the cup of tea from the tray. "Believe me, I know a thing or two about losing memories." She presented Arthur with the cup of tea. "No pressure, honest."

"You?" Arthur chuckled lightly. "But you're so young. Your memory's got to be in top shape."

Avalon set her hands on her hips for a moment. "Oh, you would not believe me but I am older than I look."

"Really?" Arthur leveled her with a disbelieving look.

Avalon nodded. "Aha!" She turned away, making her way up to the windows and opening the blinds to let the sunlight in. "I'm nearing 50 now. Had I been a normal human, I would've been wrinkly by now."

"Is that where you're from, then?" Arthur took a sip of his tea.

"I hadn't told you that?" Avalon watched the children below, all playing much too loudly for her taste.

"Uh, maybe you did, but I can't really remember," Arthur smiled apologetically.

"That's alright," Avalon dismissed it. "God, did you get some good sleep with those kids? They're so loud and it's not even nine!"

"I don't mind," Arthur said, "It's good to hear their laughter and games. It can get so quiet here sometimes."

"What—I'm not chatty enough?" Avalon swayed back to the bed. "I feel like I talk your ears off!"

Out of all the patients Avalon had met in the past days, she liked Arthur the best. He was such a sweet gentleman who suffered a form of dementia. He didn't have any family nor friends but he was still so talkative. He was the only patient who had thought to ask Avalon about herself. Everyone else tended to grumble.

"I like it," Arthur nodded, "It's been so long since somebody talked to me. Nobody visits me — well, nobody visits anyone here."

"Yes, I've noticed that," Avalon mumbled under her breath. Three days she had worked at the retirement and not once had she seen a visitor. There were plenty of patients here that would warrant at least one visitor, but nobody had showed up.

"What story do you have for me today?" Arthur curiously asked her.

Avalon's smile returned, a sweet one. She may have also told him several of her written stories as well as her adventures. It passed the long hours for both of them, and Arthur seemed to like them.

"I, uh, I had a bit of a quarrel with my husband," Avalon said, reaching to press Arthur's blanket down. "He's a bit childish, remember?"

Arthur nodded. His tea was half gone already. "He's a traveler, right?"

"Yes, we both are," Avalon reminded him, "I just chose to have a job for a bit...try to, um, set some roots." That was normal, right? She had no idea. Lately, she didn't really know what she wanted to do with her life besides traveling.

She was set on being a writer, at least on some level, but the idea of school was still troubling her. She was never indecisive about anything and yet this one thing bugged her for decades now. The pressure was just there — to do something — with her life. It seemed like Amy and Rory were finally learning how to do that, even Lena now. Avalon now faced a reality she didn't think would ever come: her family was okay, and safe, and now she could do whatever she wanted. It was an odd feeling this way, truthfully. Avalon didn't know what to do with it.

"Is he on a trip right now?" Arthur's question drew Avalon out of her thoughts.

"He was...he's supposed to be in today, actually," she said, "Going to pick me up." This all sounded so blatantly normal that it felt so weird for Avalon. She couldn't imagine having a regular job and having the Doctor waiting outside to "pick her up" after her shift. She almost laughed.

"What's his name, again? I think I forgot…" Arthur attempted to place his cup on the bed stand.

Avalon hurried to take it from him and do it herself. "No, I didn't tell you that. He's a, uh, a doctor. I think you'd be entertained with him."

"My Elsie was the same," Arthur said reminiscently.

"Your wife, right?" Avalon stepped away and put her hands behind her back.

Arthur nodded. "She was a light in every room. She told the best jokes." Avalon smiled at him. "Lost her to cancer years ago."

"I'm so sorry," Avalon sighed. "It must have been so terrible…"

"It was. I don't wish that kind of pain on anyone…" Arthur flashed Avalon a small smile, "Especially good, sweet people like you."

Avalon chuckled. "Well, thank you. Although, don't be fooled again, I'm not that sweet. My husband actually tells me that I have a nasty temper."

"Even then, I'm sure he would miss it greatly if you were gone," Arthur said, pointing a finger at Avalon. "And you would miss his childish ways if he were gone."

"Oh…" Avalon brought a hand to her chest, feeling it constrict at the mere idea of losing the Doctor, "No, I can't even talk about something like that. If I were to ever lose my husband, I think I would die myself."

"Unfortunately, those who remain suffer worse because we're still here...and they're not."

Avalon nodded slightly.

"Nurse Reynolds!" A gruff female nurse called from the open doorway, ignoring the way that Avalon flinched. "If you're quite finished you have duties to perform!"

Avalon could barely hold onto her tongue. She hated Nurse Frost. The name suited her perfectly.

"Of course," Avalon said through gritted teeth. "I will be right there."

"Now," Frost corrected.

Avalon looked at Arthur apologetically. "I'll be back later, Arthur. Would that be alright?"

"Of course," Arthur nodded, "Go, go. I'll be here, waiting for my story."

Avalon promised that she would come up with another story for him in the afternoon. She would follow Nurse Frost out and tend to the other patients, just like she had for the past 3 days.

~ 0 ~

It took very little to get into the retirement home. The Doctor knew it would've probably been easier to get Avalon like this as well but he was guilty of wanting to see her in that hot nurse outfit...and to get deeper information from the inside of course.

He treaded the hallway carefully, keeping an eye open for anything plain strange. Most of the doors on his sides were closed but the few that happened to be opened didn't allow for much view of the patients. Avalon said most patients tended to stay in bed and that seemed about right because there had only been a handful of patients walking the gardens outside.

It was almost as if they were encouraged to stay in their rooms, on their beds…waiting for something…

"Hello there," he startled the woman sitting in the office. She looked up from her dark rimmed glasses and scrutinized the unknown visitor. The Doctor could practically read the woman's thoughts: 'A visitor!?'. He was a novelty not because he was an alien but because he was visiting. That alone waved red flags.

"The name's John Smith…" the Doctor strode into the office waving the psychic paper around. "How are you!?"

The woman barely had a moment to look at the psychic paper before the Doctor stuffed it in his inside pocket. Next thing she knew, the Time Lord was taking a seat on her desk. "Excuse me–" she started, but the Doctor went ahead with his facade.

"And you're clearly the woman in charge of this place! Miss Bruce, isn't it?"

"I—" the woman blinked, "Yes, how do you know that?"

The Doctor pointed to the plaque sitting on the desk.

Miss Bruce flushed. "Right, right. Um, what exactly are you doing here?"

"Doing some investigation of course!" the Doctor hopped off the desk and started pacing in the office. "Because, tell me, bodies disappearing, people vanishing mysterioualy in the night – ring any bells?"

Miss Bruce's face fell grim. A deep crease marked her forehead.

"Wait!" the Doctor exclaimed, his hands flying in front of him, "I know exactly what you're going to say! You have no idea what I'm talking about and deny all knowledge, right?"

Miss Bruce was beginning to hate him by the minute.

"Which means, Miss Bruce, either you're extremely unobservant or you're the one who's trying to cover it up. Let's see, residents going missing from right under your nose – embarrassing! So what do you do?" the Doctor pretended to hum as he feigned thought of all the options Miss Bruce could have in the situation. "You arrange with the local undertakers to bury empty coffins in the churchyard down the road. No one need ever know what's really going on."

"I don't—"

"You're probably wondering how I know all this," the Doctor nodded to himself, bringing his hands behind his back, "Because I was there when one of the coffins was dug up by archaeologists! Well, my mother-in-law but that's another story for another day! But you should know that she was not happy and truth be told, neither was her daughter – my wife – because she was writing an article on it. Had to stop the whole thing."

It had not boded well for anybody in the group when the coffins turned out empty. River Song was finally getting to bring Avalon to some of her "work" and that happened to include one nefarious location that was about to be dug up. The Doctor felt bad for introducing the idea in the first place and see it go horribly wrong. Avalon had no article to submit to the university and because she had always written stories for them, she felt twice as bad. And when Avalon felt bad, the Doctor felt worse.

"So, you see, I've done some thinking, Miss Bruce," the Doctor 'tskd' at the woman who was still blinking widely at him, "And here's my other suppositions about this place. You only take in residents who don't have any friends nor relatives so that when their bodies eventually disappear, there's no one to miss them and most importantly to report them missing. Here's the good news, though," he leaned his hands on the desk, reaching forward until he was face to face with Miss Bruce, "I don't think you're responsible for the disappearances, just the cover up, because if you were responsible for the disappearances, you would've thrown me out by now."

In truth, miss Bruce was like a frozen statue and an unhappy one at that. She let out a heavy sigh, confirming everything the Doctor had just said. "Something else you want to add?"

The Doctor shrugged. "Two things. One: I'll be taking a walk and talk with some of the residents. Two: have you been allowing children into the grounds?"

That was the first time Miss Bruce appeared startled, almost offended. "You're clearly insane, Doctor Smith. There are no children on the premises. It's like you said, I don't admit any resident with families or friends."

~ 0 ~

Avalon followed Nurse Frost into an empty bedroom. If Avalon remembered correctly, it belonged to a patient named Margaret Webster. She was a sweet old woman but she barely talked. She had a fascination with stuffed birds that creeped Avalon out.

"Margaret passed away in her sleep last night," Nurse Frost informed as she turned the lights of the room on, "We need to clear it up for the next patient."

"What – but she passed away last night," Avalon blinked, staying right by the doorway while Nurse Frost started taking the sheets off the bed. "Shouldn't there be, I don't know, studies going on? Like the medical kind to make sure no foul play happened?"

Nurse Frost snorted. "What 'foul play', Reynolds? She passed away. These people here are very old, it happens."

"Still, where's her body?"

"The undertakers have already collected her mortal remains."

"Already?" Avalon made a face. "That's beyond quick!"

Nurse Frost flapped the sheet hard, gesturing for Avalon to come help already. The ginger reluctantly did.

"That isn't your concern nor your job! You're supposed to tidy away the effects of the decease—"

"For the family?"

"She had no family! When you're done here, refresh the sheets. This bed will have a new occupant by this evening!"

"This evening?" Avalon whispered to herself. It truly was beyond fast for a senior center.

"Stop repeating everything I say into a question!" Nurse Frost snapped, throwing the sheet down on the bed for Avalon to take. "And get to it already!" She headed for the door.

"Whatever you say, Cruella De'Vil," Avalon muttered with a roll of her eyes. With a sigh, she started taking in all the personal objects in the room, putting them neatly into boxes. She was slightly quicker with the stuffed birds so she wouldn't have to look at them nor feel their presence.

She stopped by a portrait of a young girl with long ponytails. Judging by the face, Avalon presumed it was Margaret as a child. "You look straight off the 1950s magazines," she chuckled to herself. She turned to bring the frame to the boxes when she came face to face with the same girl…in person. Avalon gasped deeply and let the frame in her hands fall.

The girl was stoic for a moment, not even the thud of the frame pulled her eyes off Avalon. The redhead, on the other hand, was breathing heavily.

"H-how are you here?"

The girl didn't response. Instead, she turned around and walked out the room.

"H-hey! Come back!" Avalon went after her. The girl walked pretty fast, forcing Avalon to pick up her pae as well. "Little girl! Seriously!" The girl made a turn on the corner and just as Avalon did the same, she crashed into Nurse Frost. "Woah!"

"What are you doing here?" Nurse Frost demanded.

"I was just – the girl – where's the girl!?" Avalon peered around Nurse Frost in search of the girl but she had disappeared.

"What are you talking about?" Nurse Frost looked at Avalon like she was crazy.

"The-the girl!" Avalon exclaimed, gesturing behind Nurse Frost. Of course, when the woman looked over her shoulder there was nothing there. Avalon was pointing at thin air.

Stop playing games!" Nurse Frost snapped. "We have a lot of work to do!"

"But I—!"

Nurse Frost seized Avalon's wrist and pulled her in the opposite direction. Avalon kept craning her neck as much as it allowed to see if she could spot the girl again. It truly was like the air had swallowed her up.

~ 0 ~

It took the Doctor a short half hour to find a patient to converse with. He was about the only one who wouldn't give the Doctor suspicious looks. It was always nice talking to someone inviting.

"A police box! That takes me back!" the elderly man gazed appreciatively at the TARDIS parked in the outer parts of the center's gardens. "I haven't seen one of these things in over 40 years! I used to be a bobby myself, just after the war…"

"Arthur, you were telling me about this boy with no face…" the Doctor gently reminded the man. It was the second time he had to nudge the conversations back to the prime topic. Arthur's mind sometimes went.

"Doctor, one of the other residents, a friend of mine, Bert, he said he saw the boy and then he died the next night!" Arthur said, letting out a shudder. "So if I'm seeing the boy now, it means that I'm next!"

"Nonsense," the Doctor waved it off, "You'll be around for a long while yet…probably. Now tell me about these children. You said they've only recently started coming here?"

Because off in the distance, there was a group of singing children dancing around the trees.

"Yes, but they don't like to get too close and…there's something wrong about them…" Arthur admitted.

"Yeah," the Doctor agreed, "Their clothes for starters." The children were dressed as if they belonged to an earlier time period, perhaps the 50s if he had to be more accurate. "And no mobile phones or ipods. Just a bat and ball. Odd!"

The Doctor fixed his jacket up before approaching the group of children. As soon as they spotted him getting close, one girl with long pigtails grabbed a younger boy beside her and stepped in front of him.

"Oi Mister! What do you want?" the girl demanded.

The Doctor put on his best smile. "I'd just like to know who you are and why you're here."

"Can't say," the little boy said as he came around the girl, "Grown ups mustn't find out or they'll put a stop to our games!"

"Will they?" the Doctor went along with the boy's game, whatever it was.

"But don't worry, Arthur," the girl smiled at the older man, "You have nothing to fear. You'll be coming to play with us soon." The words had the opposite effect on poor Arthur. He stumbled back a few steps.

The Doctor didn't like the words either. He straightened up and quickly led Arthur away from the children. The elderly man seemed to be having chest pain.

"It's just indigestion," Arthur said, though clutching his chest contradicted his statement, "It comes and goes…"

As they neared the TARDIS, Avalon came running towards them. "Oh my God! There's a girl – I saw her! But that Nurse—" she growled abruptly. "Nurse Frost – she didn't see the girl so she didn't let me follow her! But there's a girl!"

"Well hello there, Nurse Reynolds!" the Doctor waved a hand, "I sense that you saw something strange?"

Avalon deadpanned him. Her hands fell on her hips. "I don't appreciate your sarcasm. I had to roll up sheets of a deceased older lady, so watch it or the next thing I roll up will be your dead body in a sheet!"

The Doctor just smiled in the face of a threat. "That's my wife, Arthur. Isn't she lovely?"

Arthur looked at Avalon — who seemed ready to seethe — and asked her if that was truly her husband.

"Unfortunately, yes," Avalon replied. "He thinks he's so funny but dead people can't be funny."

"Oh, calm down, Avalon," said the Doctor, "You'll be relieved to know that Nurse Frost can't see the child because there's a perception filter on the children."

"Not feeling very relieved here," Avalon said flatly. "And 'alien tech'?"

"Exactly. It's shielding the children and probably their hiding place as well, it's amazing what some people won't notice."

"You don't say. Well, I guess it's like the laundry closet," Avalon said, "People just walk by that room all the time. I hate doing laundry so I do the same thing but at least I can see it."

The Doctor smirked all of a sudden. "I really love you, wife."

"That's great but what did I do?"

"Let's go see that laundry room!"

"What – I don't want to do laundry!" Avalon groaned.

~ 0 ~

Avalon led both the Doctor and Arthur down the hallway towards the laundry room. She slowed her pace, however, when she saw Arthur was walking slower than normal.

"Arthur, really, if you're not feeling well, I can take you back to your room," she said, "Really. The Doctor can go on his own."

"Not a chance, Avalon," Arthur said sternly, "I haven't had this much excitement in years!"

Avalon chuckled. "Well, I can't argue with that sentiment. I'm a girl who loves excitement too. And adrenaline. Lots of it."

"Is that why your stories are simply the best?"

"Hm, if only you knew, Arthur," the Doctor started, "Most of those stories actually happened."

"What?" Arthur blinked. "That can't be!"

Avalon smirked over her shoulder. "Yeah, I don't behave so well sometimes."

"Sometimes!?" the Doctor snorted.

"Oh shush, you're not that better than me!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes. He had plenty more to say but they reached the laundry room Avalon talked about. Using the sonic, he led the way inside and found not a laundry room but a huge spaceship-esque room instead.

"Woah…" Avalon breathed in at the sight, eyes wide and matching Arthur's as they both took in the sight, "Had I known this was inside, I would've gone in this laundry room a long time ago. Wouldn't mind washing clothes here."

The Doctor gave her a light push from behind, and exchanged smirks.

Arthur wandered towards one of the walls and noted the weblike structure going across it. There were large pods holding small creatures inside. "This looks like a nest..."

Avalon's head flipped in his direction and frowned. "It does. Doctor, why is there an alien nest hidden in the laundry room?"

"It's not a laundry room, dear," the Doctor said, "It's a nest."

"Yes, but why? And for what?"

"For me," went a new voice, and a gruff one at that.

The trio turned around to find Nurse Frost herself standing in front of them. A second later, the Nurse Frost was morphing into a huge, spiky alien creature with tentacles. "Analysis: you are a threat to the surrogates! All threats must be eliminated!"

"Uh, yeah," the Doctor put his sonic away fast, "We need to run! Now!"

"My husband, ever so smart!" Avalon shot him a mock glare.

"Oh, shut up and run!"

The pair started running back for the door but Avalon looked back to see Arthur struggling to move with them.

"Doctor!" she called and returned to Arthur.

"Engaging defensive weaponry!" the creature declared.

Red lasers shot forwards. Avalon covered her head as energy began striking around them. When she was able to lower her arms, she saw Arthur had collapsed on the floor.

"No!" she ran the remaining length and slid on the floor beside him. "Arthur!?" She checked for his heartbeat and was horrified to find none. "Doctor! He's dead!"

"Avalon, move away!" the Doctor exclaimed, trying to make a run towards her. The lasers were much too close to hitting her.

Avalon shook her head fervently. "No, no, no! Arthur!" She fell back from an electric force that enveloped Arthur's body. "NO!"

A dark haired boy was shooting the electrical current towards Arthur.

"Stop that!" Avalon demanded from the boy. Arthur's body was disappearing before her eyes. "I said STOP!" She scrambled to get up, intending on taking the boy herself when the Doctor arrived to pull her away. "No! No! Stop him! Look what he's doing!"

"I'm sorry but we can't touch him!" the Doctor had a tight hold around Avalon's waist. "He's gone, Avalon!"

"Literally!" Avalon cried as Arthur's body disappeared.

The little boy straightened up and marched up to the pair.

The Doctor set Avalon on her feet and stepped in front of her. "Alright now, you can stop," he warned the boy.

But the boy stopped in front of them then turned to face the creature. "Stop," it commanded, "The Doctor and Avalon are my friends."

"Well…that's unexpected," the Doctor blinked. Avalon wiped the tears from her face and stared at the boy, puzzled.

The creature froze in its tracks. "Doctor, Avalon – designated non-hostile," he repeated.

"You-you're in charge of that thing?" Avalon sniffed. "How the…you're a…I am so confused and tired…"

The Doctor reached over and rubbed her back comfortingly. She really needed her rest.

The boy turned around as did the creature, and smiled at Avalon. "It's me, Avalon. Arthur."

Avalon's eyes widened, as did the Doctor's. They both looked at each other, neither one sure whether to believe the boy.

"No, he was — you're just a—" Avalon rubbed the side of her head. "No, no, you're joking. You can't be Arthur."

The Doctor continued to study the boy and his uncertain self-examination. 'Arthur' kept looking at his hands and then put one over his head, eyes looking up as much as he could.

"Why am I so short now?" he asked.

"Oh dear," the Doctor breathed. It was Arthur, but he had no idea how he'd become a child. "Erm, that's...that's Arthur," he told Avalon.

"What!?"

"On the bright side, he's not dead."

"Doctor!"

The Doctor winced. "Yeah, alright." He cleared his throat and turned to the creature. "If we're non-hostile, then you can start giving us some answers. What's your function?"

"Designation. Vorlax regeneration drone. Function: to provide replacement bodies for infantry terminally compromised in conflict," the creature dutifully responded.

"Doctor – English, please?" Avalon said impatiently. Why couldn't one of their 'enemies' be simple and clear?

"It creates clones that absorb people's consciousnesses at the moment of death. It's brilliant, actually!"

"I don't know if that's the word I'd use for this," Avalon said, "It's not exactly asking for consent, is it?" Her eyes then fixated on the creature. "Technically speaking, Arthur is dead but his consciousness was copied and placed in a clone. Yeah, it's cheating death."

"Well," the Doctor fixed the collars of his jacket, "Can't really say anything there, can I?"

Avalon sighed. "No, I guess not." Her eyes flickered to the creature as well. "So why the hell are you posing as a nurse anyways?"

"Compromised by enemy fire. Teleport drive malfunction. Upon arrival in foreign terrain, activated camouflage protocol."

"And you decided being a bitchy nurse was the way to go?"

"Avalon," the Doctor said. He whipped out his sonic again and used it on the creature.

"And now, neither will you," the Doctor said gleefully. A bright light was taking over the creature from within. "I've repaired the Vorlax's teleport. Programmed it with a new destination and started the countdown for departure!"

"Where's it going to!?" Avalon asked.

"I'm sending it to an uninhabited garden world! Somewhere it can't cause any trouble!"

"Now wait a minute!" Avalon hurried in front of the Doctor, arms open wide on her sides. "That thing about consent – it should involve the rest of the residents! They should have the chance to choose what they want to happen to them and their home!"

"But – Avalon!" the Doctor groaned. He hated when she made sense. He stopped the process and lowered his sonic. "What do you want to do? Ask everybody?"

"Yes, why not?" Avalon raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't they deserve to make the choice? The choice that the others didn't get to make?"

The Doctor bobbed his head. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You should!" huffed Avalon. "Given the fact that you can regenerate, you should've thought about this first."

"You can allegedly regenerate too," the Doctor pointed out solely for the argument's sake. He never wanted to see his wife regenerate. "Alright, fine, let's gather them up and ask."

Avalon grinned and dropped her arms on her sides.

~ 0 ~

As soon as they left the now dozens of children in the new uninhabited planet, Avalon and the Doctor returned to the TARDIS for a much needed rest. Avalon was ecstatic that everyone in the nursing home had decided to run away and become children again – they were going to live a new life! That they chose! She of course took special interest in what little Arthur was going to do now. She might check up on him later in the future.

Much later in the evening, now in the TARDIS, Avalon bobbed her head in front of the bathroom mirror. Her voluminous red curls bounced with her. They were damp from her shower.

"Do you think if I regenerated, I could turn into a, I don't know, a teenager?" She walked into the bedroom and rolled her eyes at the sight of the Doctor lying on their bed, carelessly tossing his sonic into the air relentlessly.

"Why on Earth would you ever want to go back to being a teenager?" the Doctor shuddered. "Talk about awkward!"

"I don't know, maybe to see if this time things worked out in my favor?" shrugged Avalon. "That would be a good story, actually."

The Doctor caught his sonic and pointed it at Avalon, his face dead serious when he warned her: "You better not try to regenerate for the sake of a story."

Avalon smirked. "Don't tell me what to do, Fairy Tale Man. I might just do the opposite now."

The Doctor didn't like that joke on any level. He sat upright, putting his sonic away. "I mean it, Avalon. Your regeneration isn't exactly a stabilized thing. We don't know if you actually can regenerate, alright?"

Avalon shrugged again. "I'd have to find out at some point in my life. How long can you live in one body?" She walked up to the bed, climbing over it to sit beside the Doctor.

With a sigh, the Doctor answered her. "Your first body is always different. You live to a very old age – there's no exact number – but it can be your longest body if you take care of it."

"What about the last one?" Avalon asked quietly.

The Doctor's head lowered. "Like the first one. You can live long as long as you take care of it."

"Really? You're not just telling me that?"

"No."

Avalon scooted closer to the Doctor, bringing one arm over his shoulder and leaning her chin on top. "Good, because when you go…I go too."

"Don't," the Doctor warned her again.

"Well, what would you do if I died? Or if I just couldn't regenerate?"

"I'd die with you, but…that's different," the Doctor said, prompting a hard scoff from Avalon.

"How?"

The Doctor sighed. He moved his shoulder until Avalon pulled her arm from him. "You really want to know?"

"If there's an actual answer behind that other than hypocrisy? Yes, I do," Avalon said, sitting on her knees and promptly waiting for said explanation.

"Fine," the Doctor shifted his body to face Avalon, "If you were to die – which you won't – then I'd have nothing again. I've lived for a very long time, Ava. I know what it's like to be truly alone for ages. The darkness that rears its head around is one that I don't want to face again, not when I've lived such wonderful, amazing years with you."

As touched as Avalon was, and she was, she couldn't fathom the idea of letting him simply die with her. It actually hurt her heart to even think about it. "But you could still have centuries to live after, to find somebody new!"

The Doctor shook his head. "I wouldn't. I know I wouldn't because I've already been everywhere before you. I know what's out there and I'm not interested. But if I were to die, I'd want to you to keep going. You haven't seen a quarter of what I've seen already. You haven't lived like I have. I don't want you to waste your precious years – your regenerations – on me because you deserve to live your years. Centuries. You're an aspiring writer, a traveler, and you have too much to look forward to."

Avalon smiled softly at him. "I appreciate the sentiment but what makes you think that I'd want to do any of that stuff if you're not around?"

"You'd have to," the Doctor said simply, "Because your family wouldn't let you do anything else." He reached for her body, tugging her closer until he brought her down on the bed beside her. He interlaced their hands between them. "That's the difference. For better or for worse, that's it."

"Well, it sucks then because it's not fair," Avalon said, shaking her head, "I'm 50 years old…"

"And I'm 1400, talk about an age gap," the Doctor smiled at her. "But see? You've got so much to do, with or without me."

"I choose with you," Avalon said cleverly, snuggling up to him. She simply couldn't imagine a world where she didn't live with her husband.

It just couldn't happen.

~0~

A few hours ago.

All the new children waved happily at the TARDIS as it disappeared. One brunette girl with pigtails especially liked the dematerialization process.

"It's like magic, huh Arthur?" She looked around for her friend but didn't see him right away. "Arthur?"

The TARDIS had completely disappeared now.

The same girl started looking around more carefully as the other children walked away from the area. "Arthur? Arthur, where are you!?" It was like Arthur had disappeared into thin air. "ARTHUR!"

From a distance, a girl with long black hair smirked. Chiyoko loved seeing history unfold itself. One more to check off the list.

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got tagged by @juntateshima

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

the Harry Potter series

the Throne of Glass series by Sarah J Maas

the Blood & Ash series + prequel series Flesh & Fire by Jennifer L Armentrout

the A Court Of... series by Sarah J Maas

The Fault in our Stars by John Green

The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender by Leslye Walton

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell

My True Love Gave to Me (anthology, edited by Stephanie Perkins)

I'm tagging: @remusreads @wilwheaton (because honestly let's try!) @eldcrwand @ewatson @magicfolk @umfleur @regulusblackss @books-and-cookies @booksanerd

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owen's family/siblings hcs

a couple of hcs about owen's family bc im sick and need to write these down before the delirium fades and i completely forget all of this.

PRE-POSTING EDIT: i'm better now. i did, in fact, forget all of this and am piecing it back together. this isn't fully sick me's vision, but it is what i think.

PRE-POSTING EDIT EDIT: wow this is so fucking long why am i incapable of being normal about this. btw just realised that these r ocs. im making ocs. i didn't think of them as ocs up until now, just as literally what his family's like the same way canon is what his adult life's like, but i made spies are forever ocs and you will hear about them. this message brought to you by me a week after i started making this post.

this is the springboard for all my stuff about owen's family. in this post i'm only focussing on childhood except where i think i might forget. my barb-owen lavender marriage au is based on inheritance fraud regarding these specific people. i might contradict myself later, but probably not.

trigger warnings: emotionally abusive family, ableism, parent death, traumatic/accidental death, trauma and its aftermath, child labour exploitation i think?, war undertones, abusive school experiences, one mention of anti-welsh sentiment, implied antisemitism. if you want to skip the worst of the death bit, skip the 3rd point under C.

very long also putting in bigger tags so don't want to force people to see triggering stuff, so it's under a read more.

parents

father's (b. 1895) side of the family is old money. very proudly welsh in the way of language and history, but they're politically aligned with the crown. all tories, except for a cousin that started voting plaid cymru in 1927 and was disowned. father has a strong desire for a well-rounded, educated, "manly gentleman" for a son, the same as what his father wanted. lineage is everything for the carvours. that's how it's always been.

mother (1904-1942) was jewish. her family immigrated to swansea when her parents were both children ('they met on the boat over, and it was love at first sight', mother would tell them). they integrated and became comfortably wealthy, though by what means mother never told. when she told her parents she wanted to marry a goy who wouldn't consider conversion, they fought, and even though they made up, the relationship stayed stunted.

sibling intro

owen had 3 siblings growing up: an older brother (by 6 years, A), a younger sister (by 4 years, B), and a younger brother (by 10 years, C).

someone help me with their names i'm tired. some ideas i have: - A (edit: alan reese carvour) i want to be a name that i would associate with an older guy, with fewer spelling-related ties to welsh than his younger siblings. alan, reese, trevor/trev, gavin, brian, edwin/ed - B (edit: catrin avalon carvour) i want to be similar to the name owen, one that's clearly welsh/a welsh variant if you think about it but enough of a common name that it's not super obvious to foreigners. gwen, catrin/cadi, megan, nia, enid, avalon/ava, rhiannon (cant use gwen unless owen's trans and he chose a name similar to his sister's on purpose) - C (edit: dafydd arthur carvour) i want to have a welsh spelling of a name that could be anglicised easily, should he wish. dafydd/dai, gwilym, arthur, daryn, harri

A

A was born in the may of 1924 while the carvours were still living in london. mother and father had recently married, and mother was young and didn't have very much support outside of her in-laws, who resented her for reasons A will never understand.

he'd always been kind of a troublemaker, throwing things and screaming and colouring all over the nursery wall, but his father didn't bother trying to fix any of it because 'boys will be boys', and his mother used to try but gave up easily when he preferred his father to her because 'forcing someone to like you better never works'.

due to this, he never really learned how to cope with emotions in a healthy way and often "embarrassed" his parents with his public emotional outbursts. only then did his father care how he acted, but the sudden rule change didn't make sense. he picked up on that shame and internalised it deeply, becoming defensive whenever someone suggested another idea to him.

probably has some kind of undiagnosed thing, but nobody ever took him to be tested when he was young, by the time he was old enough to communicate that it was a problem he didn't like either, everyone had already written him off as manipulative and beyond saving.

so he stopped caring. if he did something wrong, he was a horrible little brat. if he tried to do what people asked, they said he was trying to get something out of them.

eventually, his parents (or at least his mother) improved somewhat, but at that point he wanted nothing to do with them and was grateful that he only had to see them on school holidays. their attempts were too little, too late.

resents owen for being the 'better son', but very protective of his other siblings.

found a healthy coping mechanism in lifting heavy things when he was tasked with digging anderson shelters for everyone and felt the weight of his frustration being thrown away behind him with the soil.

this became his go-to calming method, even if it meant father screamed at him.

after 1942, he didn't dig any more holes. it was too much to bear.

so he turned his escapism into perfectionism and channelled his athleticism into boxing. he dropped out of college, got a promoter, and spent every waking moment counting out money, considering the odds of each fight, and training.

it was overwhelming, but that's what he wanted it to be.

eventually got disowned for leftism crimes. (good for him)

owen

yes i'm gonna make one of these for him too.

born in november 1930 in aberystwyth. parents' marriage more established, but not strictly happy. owen picked up on clear ideological differences between his parents at a young age, but both were raising their children under their model of success.

an 'odd' child, but in a way that was less of an inconvenience to adults so was never reprimanded for it.

he didn't really understand why people liked some behaviours better than others, but knew that when he did the right things, people were nicer to him, and sometimes even gave him things, so he learned to play the game.

honestly, as an adult he finds it funny that A was always seen as manipulative when really out of anyone in the family it was himself. i mean, like, he knew that sucked for A, but he wasn't gonna say anything about it.

since he was the "smart one", he became the de facto eldest son, and was given a much more thorough education in languages, music, and science.

played the cello, first because father told him to, then because he liked it. he liked the way it could sway with him and how deep it sounded.

father liked how there were no frets forcing one in line, like a guitar, but one still had to follow the rules or it would sound bad.

when war broke out, owen was introduced to a family that had recently moved in. his father said that he should get to know the children, they were his age. they could be friends.

after dinner that evening, his father invited him to his office, a rare honour. a machine was already set up, and owen watched the wheels rotate as he answered question after question about the neighbours' children's lives.

where are they from? have you been able to see anything in that room no child is allowed into? what did that note slipped under the front door say? can you draw it? what have they overheard about the move? what did they say their parents' jobs were? what is... who did... where... thank you, owen, that's all. you may go to your room now, there's something there for you. think of it as a token of gratitude for your trouble.

this continued for a few months, all the way up until the family disappeared. owen thought it was odd that they hadn't brought their things.

either way, the conversations stopped after that, until the next time. and the next.

when he decided to join mi6's training program, he couldn't help but notice that his file was already several pages thick on his first day.

way back in 1942, he was the first to hear the siren. the sound made him feel sick for the rest of his life.

B

born in july 1934. with the 'heir and a spare' out of the way, the pressure on mother to produce another son was gone, and both parents welcomed a baby girl.

spoiled by her father with material goods, but she could sense that it was to set her up for something, and there was less emotion behind it than a plan, though for what she couldn't know.

had a knack for cheering people up, even father. she could sing, and dance around a room, and perform a smile to make it all better for a moment.

she loved her siblings. if father was treating A unfairly, she would mediate. if owen was cracking under the weight of his schoolwork, languages, music lessons, the now mandatory play sessions with the neighbours, readings, and shooting practice, she would sneak into his room and offer to help cover for him.

great tree-climber. sometimes would go up and wouldn't get down unless there was food waiting for her.

some days, mother would take her into a secret room off one of the corridors nobody went through, and in there were candlesticks, both straight and tree shaped, and a cup that looked older than even mother, and a cloth that mother taught her to put on her head with a song in a language she didn't understand. there was a little metal canister on the doorframe, and when she was very little mother would lift her up so she could touch it whenever she went in or out.

mother used to say, 'this is where we come from. remember that.' and 'this is precious, and secret, and only for us to know. we can't tell father.' and it was only when B was grown, and had her own husband, and her own children, that she understood.

loved painting. mostly her dreams, which she could remember as vividly as any other memory.

what happened that night in 1942 was only 4 hours after she blew her eight birthday candles out. every year hearing the birthday song would bring it back.

talking about mother hurt after that, so she didn't.

her paintings became more focused, more like the dreams she had in the few years after that night, even when her dreams moved on somewhat. the current dream paintings were private, only shared with her family and close friends.

the ones she shared were precipices, a candle being snatched by the darkness of a tunnel, mother telling her that she was sorry for leaving while sitting with B in a sunny field, on a train, in the secret room.

after her death, the moderate number of people in the art world who know her work will wonder who the woman in her work is.

some say a reflection of herself, some a recurring character living a full life, some later on suggest a lover. the truth was that B never fully moved on from what happened, even though her life did.

C

born during the war in january of 1941. both mother and he had almost died, and he was sick for a month following his birth.

has no memories of mother, but always thought that she looked very pretty in pictures.

C was only 18 months old when the siren went off. mother had lifted him out of his cot while the whole family and staff filed out of their rooms to the shelters. it had been dark, and mother was shaking so much, the way she always did when this happened, and she must have missed a step on the way down. she had twisted backwards to protect him the only way she could.

father never let him forget that it was his fault.

growing up, owen and B were the only people in the house who wanted to take care of him, and they tried their best.

but C was... different. more delicate. he seemed to get sick if someone across the house shut a door too loudly. he had no interest in climbing trees or playing the cello. he seemed almost like a rabbit, always looking around, scared that something was going to get him at any moment.

the only thing he seemed to like doing was reading. he learned at what might've been a remarkably young age, but must not have been, because father never said anything. owen told him later that they'd learned to read at the same age, and he was told that it was early, so C must also have been a quick learner.

owen helped with his learning as much as he could, but support from father was impossible and textbooks were so much more difficult than fiction. in fiction he could go wherever he wanted.

his favourites were a little princess, the naughtiest girl in the school, and trixie belden mysteries.

father tried to take them away, said they were too girly, but B always managed to sneak them back. she recommended more grown up mysteries, like poirot and father brown, for when he needed a 'boyish enough' story. but it was always the boarding school stories he liked best.

so he was excited to see what adventures would await him when he finally got to go himself.

it didn't go well.

(he'd one day find that most things never do go the way they are in stories.)

the school he went to was english, and the boys all made fun of his name and how his chin jutted out when he was nervous and the way he talked, as well as everything his father had.

he spelled his name differently when they said it made him look stupid for 'spelling it wrong'.

the teachers criticised his posture and his handwriting and how he undermined their authority, though he didn't mean to, really he didn't, it was an accident.

the teachers said that if it happened this many times it couldn't have been an accident.

when he turned 21, he changed his uni major (then dropped out altogether), changed his attitude, changed his clothes. became a writer/producer as part of a travelling theatre company. all for the sake of being free.

some would say he went too far in that.

#magnetic tape recorders didnt commercially exist until 1945ish but photoelectric paper ones did so thats what that was #also jurtwen made me do it to em :) i will hold on to this concept forever #holy shit this took so long #anyway hope this is a Thing and not just some prolonged bullshittery #headcanons #owen #im right #owen carvour #spies are forever #tin can bros #emotional abuse tw #ableism tw #parent death tw #trauma tw #school tw #the rest should be fine since it's under a read more and only smaller things but if anyone wants them tagged ask me and i'll do it

[freefallers]

Book Characters: Ava Lavender 

(The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

by Leslye Walton)

#ava #ava lavender #ava lavender aesthetic #ava lavender edit #leslye walton #book #book aesthetic #books #favourite books #favourite characters #aesthetic #edit #Emilienne #Vivianne #bookworm #elza #elza edits #elza aesthetics #girl #girl aesthetic #female protagonists #protagonist

[thorsenmark]

Bees and Butterflies Around Lavender Plants by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: During my previous visit to Northstar winery, I noticed the lavender plants here and there next to the parking lot area and had gotten low to take a few photos. I saw no reason not to do the same thing on this visit! I sat down next to some lavender plants and captured a few images. This one included a few butterflies flying around, along with a few bees buzzing around the multitude of purple flowers.

#Bees #Blue Skies #Butterfly #Capture NX2 Edited #Color Efex Pro #Day 6 #Lavender #Looking SW #Nature #Nikon D800E #Northstar Winery #Project365 #Trip to Mount Rainier and Columbia River Gorge #Walla Walla #Walla Walla Valley AVA #Walla Walla Wineries #WA #United States

[vivviane]

Viviane Lavender, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender “ By this point, Viviane Lavender had loved Jack Griffith for twelve years, which was far more than half of her life. If she thought of her love as a commodity and were to, say, eat it, it would fill 4,745 cherry pies. If she were to preserve it, she would need 23,725 glass jars and labels and a basement spanning the length of Pinnacle Lane. If she were to drink it, she’d drown.” ― Leslye Walton

#Viviane #Ava Lavender #the strange and beautiful sorrows of ava lavender #Books #Sad #Romantic #jack griffith #sad characters with sad lives #wish i could help this poor girl #Viviane deserved better #quotes #deep quotes #Time Turner Edit #usertimeturner

[stainthiskingdomred]

alternate covers: the strange and beautiful sorrows of ava lavender + pink            ↳ volume i  –  volume ii

“To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an angel. To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost. But I knew the truth—deep down, I always did. I was just a girl.” 

#alternate covers #alternate book covers #book cover redesigns #the strange and beautiful sorrows of ava lavender #ava lavender #leslye walton #books #ya lit #ya fiction #ya books #reading #booklr #mine #my edits #my edit #stainthiskingdomred #fantasy #magical realism

[huskeddevotee]

Snack preference hcs because I'm bored and love the characters in this stupid game

Amara: Fresh, bright, healthy snacks. Fruit, jello cups, Popsicles - anything cold and refreshing, especially if it's fruity. Loves froyo on her cheat days. Gets strawberry yogurt with cake, more strawberries, and chocolate sauce as her regular.

Ava: Tortilla chips. Could live off of Tortilla chips and some dips. Favorite is Onion dip with hot sauce. Makes a dessert dip of chocolate and caramel that is...controversial to say the least.

Axton: If it's at night, likes a salmon dip with whole wheat crackers. Daytime? Jerky with gravy. Makes his own gravy, family recipe. It's absolutely addicting, everyone tells him he needs to cut the Vault Hunting and bottle that sh*t for market.

Brick: BEEF. BURGER. PATTY. COLD. (It's actually a protein wrap chock full of vitamins but that doesn't work for his reputation)

Maya: Makes killer soup. She makes a huge batch, puts it in the fridge, and pours a cup and puts that into the microwave for a quick bite. Really likes veggie based soups, or soups with seafood.

Moze: Something easy to throw together. It's usually great hang over food. Quesadillas, grilled cheese melts, microwave mac-n-cheese - something filling, savory, and comforting. And yeah, fond of cheese. Also likes peanut butter cookies with black coffee.

Moxxi: Candy. Grandma candy, specifically. Those strawberry things? Is the biggest buyer for them. Licorice is also a favorite. Anything spicy with cinnamon, as well.

Lilith: Gummy candies, cucumbers with tuna or chicken, or some unholy sandwich creation that makes you think she's high. Her tastebuds are f*cked from Phasewalk, now likes peanut butter and jelly with ham and provolone cheese. Her arguement is that peanut butter is savory like ham, and grape jelly is 'pretty much wine' and wine is good with cheese. It's horrible.

Mordecai: Dried meat. What the meat is, no idea. Could be skag, could be human. It's meat, it's impossible to chew, it has no flavor. The popular theory is that it's for Talon and he's softening it in his mouth. As for what he actually eats, likely part plant and feeds off of sunlight. God only knows.

Tina: Rock candy. Loves sour watermelon rock candy. Oh, and also spicy sweet potato chips. And cookies with tea, of course. Likes Chamomile tea and chai.

Zer0: Legends say you can find candy wrappers in their room. They just like cool wrappers. Collect limited edition foodstuffs just for the wrapper or can. Has a wall lined with soda cans with unique patterns.

Zane: Heathen man. Pours spices onto his hand and licks it. Likes stale gummy candy. Licks the salt off of crackers and gives the defiled things to Mr. Chew. Puts cheese and pineapple in shrimp ramen with oregano. Vile, vile, vile.

Krieg: His roasts are to die for, and he eats it cold from the fridge when he's peckish. Uses Pandoran ingredients like cactus honey, salty hail found in glaciers in the tundra, skag bone broth for marinating, and a blend of local herbs and spices. They put Axton's gravy on it one time and had a collective transcendent awakening. The combo is now banned, for anyone who tries it will never enjoy other food again.

Gaige: Girl stalks the clearance section of the bakery in supermarkets for cheap baked goods. Lives off of expired cupcakes.

Tannis: Doesn't snack, but enjoys a cup of tea in between meals. After breakfast, has a green tea. After lunch, chai, and after dinner, chamomile and lavender for bed. Sometimes has a shortbread cookie with it.

Troy: Depends on the week, position of the stars, his horoscope for his moon sign, and the tide. His taste in food cannot be tracked. Goes from eating something bizarrely plain to so complex you think you're having a stroke when you look at it. His inner circle have a game called "What The F*ck Is The God King Eating Now". His personal chefs say they black out when cooking for him. Whatever it is, he doesn't eat anything pre-prepared or from a wrapper. The one time he ate something identifiable, there was a conspiracy he had been replaced by a clone.

Tyreen: One time while she was eating, Troy asked her what she was eating, and she responded, "Your mom" without thinking about it. They didn't speak for a week after the incident and never mentioned it again. Still gets embarrassed about it.

Lorelai: Has not consumed anything but burgers and coffee for months. Please stop her. Her colon is about to pop out of her stomach and strangle her itself.

Hammerlock: Dark rye with tomatoes, basil, fresh mozzarella, and a tall glass of lemonade. It's a snack he's had since he was a boy and it hasn't lost its simple comfort.

Wainright: Fried tomatoes with a coleslaw and peach iced tea. Fried vegetables in general are underrated in his book, despite his father's attempts of trying to get him to accept meat superiority.

Clay: Moonpies and scotch. Time of day doesn't matter. This is bad because its a shot for every pie. And he can put away an absurd amount of them. However, there are only so many shots he can drink before he's pretty much dead to the world.

Fl4k: 101 recipes for birdseed, skag treats, and 'humanfeed' as they call it. Once tried making pancakes for Zane and Moze while they were both sick, gave them food poisoning with nutrient supplements meant for spiderants. The supplements was to boost immune system - hence why it was added - and, unfortunately, venom production. Ergo, making it toxic for humans who do not produce venom. Zane was paler than snow and Moze was beyond delirious. Fl4k felt horrible for months.

Salvador: Makes croquetas in bulk and has a handful when he needs a pick-me-up. Filling varies, but likes them with fish and potato. As for drinks, cannot survive without his grandmother's horchata recipe. Makes it for the whole team whenever it gets cold. Also likes lime soda with pickled vegetables.

Marcus: probably other passengers on the ship

#bl3 #borderlands #troy calypso #tyreen calypso #zane flynt #amara the siren #maya the siren #krieg the psycho #ava the siren #mordecai the hunter #brick the berserker #mad moxxi #god this sucks #axton the commando #zero the assassin #salvador the gunzerker #this is awful but I HAVE TO TAG PROPERLY #wainwright jakobs #alistair hammerlock #moze the gunner #fl4k the beastmaster #im gonna scream #lilith the siren #gaige the mechromancer #patricia tannis #tiny tina #ughhhhg

[heresathreebee]

A Real Date

[Ava Starr x Female!Reader] 

Summary: You and Ava trying a dinner date that goes very wrong (just kidding it's actually fine). 

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Word count: 1.8k words

Warning(s): 13+ | no-snap au, post-Ant Man and the Wasp, swearing, internalized homophobia(?), I think I’m working through something here this might be a little personal (sorry in advance), past relationship angst, presumed past of dating multiple genders but there is no definitive sexuality established for reader in the present, this was going to be something else but the story took over and I had to roll with it. 

Author's note: no-snap au, post-Ant Man and the Wasp. I’m sorry I do not edit anymore, it only serves to stand in my way. This is part 3 of Ava Starr series beginning with Strawberry Soda. Art by Artmilla on DeviantArt (correct me if I’m wrong please)

It's important to note that not everything you see in media is the hegemonic truth. Take sapphic dating rituals for example: in media it’s a constant joke about how fast people move in together and own pets and plants like they were soulmates and always meant to be together. Which is nice to see– it’s not meant to be a cruel joke– but it does paint a picture of perfection. It doesn’t explicitly state whether your future wife is your first or fiftieth girlfriend but it sure as shit might lead you to believe every girl might be your last. 

Real people don’t work that way. Real people have different interests, different lives, different traumas, different styles and needs. Every relationship is new and it has to be done deliberately and with care for what you and your partner want. So when you think about your relationship with Ava you can’t help but feel a little guilty. 

Ava seems to like to take things slow. Your relationship prioritizes quality time over physical touch which you're fine with, but you can’t help it if you compare the details to other people you’ve dated. You’ve known each other for three months and in every other relationship by this time, you and your previous partners had hit a ton of milestones that you and Ava had just… not. So when you bring up the prospect of a ‘real date’ to Ava one night while cooking pasta in your kitchen, Ava chuckles. 

“And what exactly constitutes as a ‘real date?’” 

The television is playing some daytime television game show and the volume’s on low. You pass her the salt and take a swig from your beer with a shrug. Already you feel silly for bringing it up. 

“Dinner. A movie. Sometimes both, I guess,” you say, flustered. 

Ava raises an eyebrow at the softening bowtie noodles in the pot. “We’re having dinner right now…? Name one time we haven’t come back to your place to watch a movie.” 

“The time the power went out and we played jenga by candlelight. But I– I mean like a date outside of the house.”

“We go to out to parks, the antique mall, lunch, the arcade–” 

“Well, yeah I guess you’re right I just don’t know I still feel like–”  

“Again, how is any of it different from a ‘real date?’” 

“I don’t know! Just… just forget it.” you’re trying not to be bitter about it but you don’t even know what you mean so how could you explain it? 

Ava calls your name softly and you already feel hot shame lick up your neck when you see her face. “I didn’t mean it like that, I– I just don’t think I understand what you mean and I want to! Honestly…” 

You sigh and lean closer to her, careful not to touch but you want her to know you’re not mad. “No, I’m sorry. I just… I’ve been stuck on it for a week but I can’t seem to figure out why. Everything you’re saying I agree with but there’s still this nagging voice in my head telling me it’s not fair or I’m doing it wrong but I don’t know what it even is and I–” 

You collapse onto the kitchen floor breathless. What the fuck were you even saying? Why was this bothering you so much? What ‘s different about this relationship than any other relationship you’ve already had? Your eyes are darting back and forth and your head is a million miles away. You keep talking as if saying it out loud will make your impulsive and intrusive thoughts and motivations clearer to you. 

“It’s out of order. No, it’s not but it’s… with Jordan and Becky and Hal, I went on three dates before it felt normal. We did the traditional getting to know you stuff. Damien and Palavi were straight physical– not traditional at all but that still felt good enough somehow. And– and it’s not that I don’t believe what we have isn’t real, I just–

“Fuck, I don’t know! It feels a little like my relationship with Kat.” You can’t believe it but then the words were out there. You had never told anybody about Kat– Ava was still learning about the rest of them– but the instant those words left your mouth you regretted them. Ava was not Kat. 

For instance, Ava slipped down to sit beside you on the floor– Kat would never lower herself to meet your eye. Ava looked at you and she saw you– Kat chose to ignore your feelings whenever it became more convenient to do so. Kat made you feel special and yet not special enough– OK maybe they shared a little bit of that. A tiny, micro piece of that. 

“What was Kat like?” She said the words softly and without an ounce of jealousy. 

You gather your mind with a deep breath. “Dating Kat was like being strapped to a rocket. It was like being a part of something bigger and stronger than me. Being with her made me feel inconsequential and sometimes I liked that, but then… then I realized I was just a dirty little secret. Kat liked me because I was convenient to her, not because she actually cared about me. 

“When we talked or hung out, it had to be on her terms. No public, no friends or family, no social media. No one was allowed to know. She passed it off as just wanting me for herself but after she dumped me for something better I realized she never saw me as her equal. And it just… I was already in a dark place and that place just kind of got a whole lot darker after that. I felt especially not special.” 

You lean back and rest your head on the cabinet under the sink. “I know that’s not you. Maybe I’m just tired of feeling like I have to hide a part of myself. I did a lot of stupid things in the public eye with Palavi, maybe part of that was because I was proud of who I am and I wanted everyone to know it?” 

“I think I care too much about what other people think of me,” you said closing your eyes. 

You didn’t expect to feel Ava lean her head against your shoulder but you don’t pull away. God, you could never pull away even as you worry she may be causing herself harm just to comfort you and your rambling. Her hair tickles a bit and smells like strawberries and lavender. 

Ava lifted her head after a moment. “Let’s go on a real date then.” 

~

Why the fuck were you so nervous? This was your idea! You had trouble picking a restaurant and picking a day and picking your clothes out and picking where to sit. So many choices with so much meaning or none at all. You just need this to be perfect because you hoped maybe this is what you need to stop that nagging in your head. 

You made the call to meet each other there. You made the suggestion that it had to be somewhere nice– as in get dressed up nice. And darling, sweet, patient Ava let you have the control you so desperately needed. She offered suggestions here and there, and it helped you narrow everything down to a science. You feel a little self conscious sitting by yourself in your get up but you knew she'd be there on time. 

It's just a matter of whether or not you could sit still for five more minutes. 

You hold the cloth napkin in your palms to try and soak up the sweat. Forcing yourself to sit unnaturally still and you haven't touched your wine because you just know you'll get it everywhere somehow. Your eyes trace over the table to stop yourself from meeting the eyes of other patrons. Do nothing, wait it out. 

Ava is stunning and you don't know she's there until the wait staff places the dinner menus in front of you. So much for pulling out her chair like you wanted to– but she's here and you break out into a big smile. 

"You look amazing," you tell her. 

Ava smiles and takes a sip of the rosé you ordered. The dim lighting in the room seems to soften the contours of her face but never the sharpness of her bright eyes. Something blossoms inside you and you feel it– that thing that's been bothering you like a knot in your stomach turns into a seed and its flowering now. This is your girlfriend. Not your friend who is a girl– your significant other. She's important to you and she has decided that she feels the same way about you. 

You feel your body unwind, reaching across the table like you might touch her hand then stop an inch from her empty plate. She watches you curiously but without fear. After a beat, it's Ava who finishes the contact. She slips her hand into yours and you are delighted to discover she's not a corporeal being you've convinced yourself is real. Her skin is a little dry around the palm and she has calluses you never knew were there and she's real and this is happening. 

You resist the urge to squeeze her fingers. Let her lead. Trust her to move away if she experiences any pain. She looks away from you with a flustered face you've never seen her wear and takes another draft of her wine. 

"This is nice," she says softly. 

You eat off each others' plates and you laugh together, and if anyone's watching you wouldn't know because for once you couldn't give a rat's ass what anyone thinks. You're with your person, for now or forever doesn't matter because she's letting you hold her hand and talk about a play you want to take her to on Saturday. Your heart flutters in your chest the whole way home and it’s not until you’re standing at your front door does her hand finally slip from yours. The feeling lingers though and your face hurts from smiling. 

“This everything you wanted,” she asked. 

“Yes,” you reply, “yes it was. Thank you for indulging me, it’s exactly what I needed.” 

“I enjoyed it too.” She steps closer, seemingly reluctant to leave just yet. “We’re still going to see Rocky Horror Picture Show, right?” 

“Absolutely,” you beam, “trust me, you’re gonna love it, it’s wild.” You blow her a kiss to send her on her way and spend the next hour giggling to yourself until you finally pass out from exhaustion.

#three bees writing #ava starr #ava starr x female reader #just girls being girlfriends #I'll make a masterlist for this soon I just want like two more fics

[likeafolkssong]

Books Read in 2021

1. The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy

2. My Lovely Wife by Samantha Downing

3. Maybe This Time by Kasie West

4. Cold-Case Christianity by J. Warner Wallace

5. Carve the Mark by Veronica Roth

6. The Fates Divide by Veronica Roth

7. The Enneagram Type 2 by Beth McCord

8. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

9. Trade Your Cares for Calm by Max Lucado

10. Everybody, Always by Bob Goff

11. Villette by Charlotte Brontë

12. Dream Big by Bob Goff

13. Chasing Lucky by Jenn Bennett

14. The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

15. The Light We Lost by Jill Santopolo

16. The Attentive Life by Leighton Ford

17. I’ll Go Home Then, It’s Warm and Has Chairs by David Thorne

18. A Vow So Bold and Deadly by Brigid Kemmerer

19. Killing November - Adriana Mather

20. The Problem of Pain - C.S. Lewis

21. Hunting November - Adriana Mather

22. You’ll Get Through This - Max Lucado

23. The Boy Who Followed His Father into Auschwitz - Jeremy Dronfield

24. The 5 Love Languages of Children - Gary Chapman & Ross Campbell

25. Always Never Yours - Emily Wibberly

26. The Stranger Inside - Lisa Unger

27. The Inheritance Games - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

28. Be the Bridge - LaTasha Morrison

29. The Pieces of Ourselves - Maggie Harcourt

30. Something in the Water - Catherine Steadman

31. A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood - Fred Rogers

32. The Thursday Murder Club - Richard Osman

33. Live Fearless - Sadie Robertson

34. The More of Less - Joshua Becker

35. Daisy Jones & The Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid

36. Anna and the French Kiss - Stephanie Perkins

37. The Flight Girls - Noelle Salazar

38. The Woman in the Window - A.J. Finn

39. Gentle and Lowly - Dane Ortlund

40. The Spirit of the Disciplines - Dallas Willard (read 56% then quit)

41. Nine Perfect Strangers - Liane Moriarty

42. Throw Like a Girl - Sarah Henning

43. The Last Summer of Us - Maggie Harcourt

44. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid

45. How Happiness Happens - Max Lucado

46. A Darker Shade of Magic - V.E. Schwab

47. A Gathering of Shadows - V.E. Schwab

48. A Conjuring of Light - V.E. Schwab

49. Hunt, Gather, Parent - Michaeleen Doucleff

50. Malibu Rising - Taylor Jenkins Reid

51. The Last Letter From Your Lover - Jojo Moyes

52. The Road Back to You - Ian Morgan Crone & Suzanne Stabile

53. August and Everything After - Jennifer Salvato Doktorski

54. You Have a Match - Emma Lord

55. The Guest List - Lucy Foley

56. Jesus - Max Lucado

57. Field Notes on Love - Jennifer E. Smith

58. Rhythms of Renewal - Rebekah Lyons

59. The Book of Two Ways - Jodi Picoult

60. The Firekeeper’s Daughter - Angeline Boulley

61. My Life with the Walter Boys - Ali Novak

62. The Enneagram of Belonging - Christopher L. Heuertz

63. The Chain - Adrian McKinty

64. The Nickel Boys - Colson Whitehead

65. Satisfied - Alyssa Joy Bethke

66. Say You’ll Remember Me - Katie McGarry

67. The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender - Leslye Walton

68. Girl Defined - Kristen Clark & Bethany Baird

69. The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle - Stuart Turton

70. The Alice Network - Kate Quinn

71. Such a Fun Age - Kiley Reid

72. Why Suffering - Ravi Zacharias & Vince Vitale

73. 5 Love Languages Singles Edition - Gary Chapman

74. The Final Girls Support Group - Grady Hendrix

75. The Hawthorne Legacy - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

76. More Than We Can Tell - Brigid Kemmerer

77. Confessions on the 7:45 - Lisa Unger

78. The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers - Maxwell King

79. Truly Devious - Maureen Johnson

80. The Meaning of Marriage - Timothy & Kathy Keller

81. The Vanishing Stair - Maureen Johnson

82. The Hand on the Wall - Maureen Johnson

83. The Box in the Woods - Maureen Johnson

84. Animal Farm - George Orwell

85. Alex, Approximately - Jenn Bennett

86. Live No Lies - John Mark Comer

87. God and the Pandemic - N.T. Wright

88. The Secret History - Donna Tartt

89. Peter Pan and Wendy - J.M. Barrie

90. One Day in December - Josie Silver

91. Daring to Hope - Katie Davis Majors

92. The Man Who Died Twice - Richard Osman

93. Hercule Poirot’s Christmas - Agatha Christie

94. A Castle in the Clouds - Kerstin Gier

95. Take Back Your Family - Jefferson Bethke

#37 more books than last year! #beccas book list #book list 2021 #books read in 2021

[veeteeshirt]

end of the year favs 2020

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

ah i haven’t truly created all that much it seems but i will go ahead and link my 8 faves in no particular order

thank you for the tags: @ejunkiet @evilbunnyking @lilyoffandoms!

1. slanted for falling 

kiss prompt 8: being unable to open their eyes a few minutes after they kiss; charlie’s first kiss with nat. charlie rosewall/nat sewell

2. no hard feelings, no soft hearts

there isn’t really a place for tenderness for ‘just sex’. not when it is a cruelty towards faustus. post book 3 demo. faustus valentine/mason

3. the retraining of the tongue 

kai’s tongue remembers more than just the taste of food post vampire transformation. it craves for more than that, too. kai matsui/adam du mortain & past kai matsui/nate sewell. (commission for @lilas)

4. untitled snippet

just a nothing little thing that had me getting into my ava du mortain/fiona stonehart romance because i am but a soft lesbian.

5. the gentle intimacy of painting your nails together

it is a small thing to rest just your fingertips in someone else’s palm, to surrender yourself to quiet contemplation while they stripe dark polish on your fingernails. faustus valentine/mason

6. bath time with nate

oh to be surrounded by the scent of lavender and cedarwood and the warmth of nate’s arms and legs-- it is a divine thing to share a bath and to be in love. kai matsui/nate sewell (birthday gift for @lilas)

7. the first breath towards forever

it’s a fitting thing to return to awareness to mason’s voice, mason’s eyes. after all, it’s what faustus plans to spend the rest of time indulging in. faustus valentine/mason 31daysofwayhaven day 11: transformation.

8. as sweet as an orange

nate and fiona share an orange. nate sewell/fiona

tagging (but only if you wanna!): @lilas @masonsfangs @moociferdoomcifer and whoever else would like to do it!

#end of year favs 2020 #my writing #my art #ahhhhh how to tag this i dunno #let's hope that i'm still inspired to create in 2021

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Segundo a Lady Whistledown pessoas voltam noivas depois de semanas no campo e foi pensando nisso que a nossa querida majestade real, rainha Amélia planejou esse pareamento.

Algumas semanas haviam se passado desde o baile de máscaras e ninguém esperava pelo que estava por vir, quem acreditou que um baile com pareamento fosse o máximo que a rainha conseguiria fazer, enganou-se completamente. Na sexta um envelope floreado chegou à casa de cada dama e de cada cavalheiro, todos estavam sendo convocados para uma viagem no dia seguinte. As damas precisavam se reunir no palácio da rainha e partiriam de lá, com uma comitiva de dar inveja a qualquer um, vossa majestade fez questão de zelar pelas moças e escolheu as melhores carruagens para levá-las. Já os cavalheiros, iriam em suas próprias carruagens. O destino? Bath, mais precisamente a bela mansão dos Lightwood.

Os familiares de todos os pretendentes, fosse das moças ou dos rapazes, estavam proibidos nessa viagem, apenas damas de companhia, criadas e criados eram permitidos. Os familiares só poderiam comparecer ao final do que a rainha planejava, já que um baile também estava sendo planejado, ou seja, apenas no final de semana seguinte, mães, pais e irmãos poderiam voltar a interferir na formação de casais da temporada.

Todo o cuidado para receber os convidados da rainha foram tomados pelos Lightwood, os pretendentes daquela temporada foram muito bem recebidos quando chegaram cansados no sábado à noite após uma longa viagem. Moças e cavalheiros foram direcionados para alas diferentes da grande propriedade, com uma segurança fortificada para que não houvessem escândalos durante a estadia, portanto, homens não eram permitidos na ala das mulheres e vice e versa. As damas foram alocadas em duplas e um trio, enquanto os rapazes foram agraciados com um quarto individual para cada.

Amélia Ava Lightwood e Donna Arboleda e Louisa May Lewis

Amaia Carmela William-Jones e Rosalyn Bailey

Arabella Aria Moriarty e Aster Catherine Parkinson

Katherine Maxwell e Elaine Corbyn Jones

Após o jantar de sábado, nossa querida rainha anunciou que os esperava na manhã seguinte bem cedo após o café da manhã para lhes dar as coordenadas do pareamento que aconteceria. E assim foi feito.

Na manhã seguinte após o café da manhã, todos foram reunidos em uma grande sala. Damas de um lado, cavalheiros de outro, todos em fila.

“Meus queridos, o que preparei para os senhores essa semana é simplesmente surpreendente, uma de minhas mais geniais ideias. Primeiro, essa semana (até sexta-feira) acontecerá a feira anual da colheita aqui em Bath e espero que aproveitem bastante. Agora, vamos ao pareamento, todos serão vendados e meus criados os levarão para um sala onde serão apresentados ao seu par. Teremos um show de talentos no último dia da feira e os senhores e senhoritas participarão com seus pares, ensaiarão suas apresentações todos os dias no mesmo horário e sala, assim poderão conhecer seus respectivos pares melhor. Espero que aproveitem bem essa oportunidade e a feira, não se limitem ao ensaio apenas”

Ao findar da fala real, todos foram vendados e direcionados para salas cuidadosamente preparadas para eles. Cada par e alguns trios foram colocados um de frente para o outro e só então foi permitido a retirada da venda. Daquele dia até sexta-feira, sempre teria um criado da rainha acompanhando o ensaio, além de não permitir que qualquer moça ficasse sozinha na presença de um cavalheiro.

Informações ooc:

Procurem dar prioridade às interações de pareamento, é importante para o jogo;

Cada par ou trio deverá fazer pelo menos duas interações com seu par, uma interação de ensaio e outra à escolha dos players - pode ser na feira ou na propriedade dos Lightwood;

Em relação ao trio, o ensaio será sempre feito em trio, a apresentação deve ser feita em trio, caso não seja possível tudo bem, mas pedimos para que tentem fazer em trio. A dama do trio deverá fazer uma inter individual com cada cavalheiro;

Interações com outros chars que não seja seu par são permitidas;

Sobre o evento, os ensaios começam no domingo, porém a feira começa na segunda.

O evento começa amanhã dia 14/04 às 15h e dura até dia 05/05 às 00h, no entanto, em ic o evento durará apenas os 5 dias de feira, com um baile no sábado a noite para encerrar (que postaremos depois);

Ps: deu empate no horário do evento, escolhemos o das 15h porque temos uma player com o fuso horário diferente, de qualquer forma, não precisam ter pressa para começar as interações. Postamos hoje justamente para dar tempo de combinar as interações de pareamento;

Para ficar mais claro, eles vão para Bath no sábado de manhã e chegam no sábado a noite, ficam por lá durante toda a semana e após o baile do sábado seguinte, retornam (no domingo).

Se atentem a regra de só saber seu par no retirar da venda, no baile de máscaras tiveram menções aos pares sem o par ter revelado seu nome;

Sobre as apresentações, aqui tem algumas ideias: número de mágica, dança, canto, tocar um instrumento musical, desenhar alguém, tiro ao alvo com dardos, demonstração culinária, declamação de poema/poesia, contar uma história ou uma peça de teatro;

Tags:  thc:starters, thc:outfit, thc:bath;

Não há necessidade de looks, mas estes podem ser criados/usados para os encontros fora dos ensaios.

Não se esqueçam de reblogar looks no blog de edits e starters no blog de starters, afinal o tumblr é doido e não podemos confiar nas tags.

Algumas ideias de atrações da feira: exibição dos melhores animais de caça/ para consumo, barracas de doces e quitutes locais, degustação e venda de vinhos, brincadeiras de pesca e tiro ao alvo (com armas ou dardos), barracas de grãos/frutas/legumes/verduras, duelo de espadas (de madeira), duelo medieval em cima de um cavalo, brincadeira de tirar a espada da pedra como se estivessem Camelot, corrida de cavalos e ao final tem uma peça de teatro medieval todos os dias no fim da tarde;

As velas de quantos pares ideias se formaram serão acesas pela rainha no baile ao final do evento de pareamento;

Qualquer dúvida ou ideia/sugestão é só falar com a gente;

Aqui está a lista de pares vendados:

Kayin Johannes & Benjamin Eren Kent & Rosalyn Bailey

Bailey Hamilton & Aster Catherine Parkinson

Byron Swami Beckenford & Donna Arboleda

George Oliver Armstrong-Jones & Lucius Strelitz &  Amaia Carmela William-Jones

Oliver Marston & Amélia Ava Lightwood

Philippe Joseph Alexis de Noailles &  Arabella Aria Moriarty

Oscar Frederick Cromwell &  Alessandro Corleone  & Katherine Maxwell

James Maxim de Winter IV  & Elaine Corbyn Jones

Galahad Smith &  Louisa May Lewis

Griffith Montague Torquhil Price & Helena Rosamund Cavendish

Heron Burakgazi & Lavender Ramsey Barclay

#eventos #feira anual da colheita #show de talentos #thc:bath