#crap catherine says

[codegayass]

#crap catherine says #code geass

[greypetrel]

Watching Poldark with my mother, who is allegedly not into history. We're in 1790s Cornwall.

Elizabeth: "But I just married, whatever should I do in my days?"

Mother: "Those poor women, it must have been so boring, they had nothing to do save bearing children!"

Me: "ACTUALLY-"

*slams Mary Wollstonecraft-Shelley on the table, Anne Radcliffe, Jane Austen, mantua making, Anne Clavering and others and we're talking of just England- Concluding that it was fucking Queen Victoria that ruined it.*

#personal crap #I will die on the hill that Queen Victoria should only be represented as a villain #but like #a Bond like villain #“Oh but she was a female queen-” #Yes well if you want a good one you should go for Catherine the Great of Russia or Maria Theresa in Austria #who both promoted arts and philosophy at the very least #Victoria was asked about the suffrage movement and SPOKE AGAINST IT #saying that she was the exception and not an example that women could own up and act in traditionally male position #SHE SAID WOMEN SHOULDN'T VOTE #Can you imagine with her influence still today where we'll be if you know #Victoria had actually be a decent human being #And I'm not starting on colonialism

[the-empress-7]

They have been stuck in this cycle for 5 years now, and no one has learned anything.

I'll say it again: W's (and, I have no doubt, Catherine's) line in the sand is that none of H's crew will ever be within restraining order of his family. Ever. That's his bottom line, pure and simple. He doesn't have power over all the other shit CC do with all the mixed messages, leaks back and forth, website, CoS crap, nonstop drama. Technically, he doesn't have explicit power over keeping H4 (HM and kids) out, but that's where he has put all his ammo, and he is very effective with it.

The one and only reason H isn't back in the fold is W. With some C loving the leverage he has by dangling the possibility. The rest of this nonsense is on Chuck. Chuck is who he has always been, a whiny, petulant narcissist. Thank g for W.

👆🏽

[shelbgrey]

can you do a mark sloan x reader sfw/nsfw hcs , and can she be richard webbers god daughter

please & thank you!<3 you write such amazing works

Mark Dating Richard's god Daughter headcanons

Paring: Mark Sloan x Webber!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Mark Sloan dating Richard Webber's God Daughter. -SMUT warning

MasterList ML2

You are Richard and Aele's god Daughter. They adopted you after your parents died in a car crash.

Richard has always been a father to you, but you call him uncle Richard.

You wanted to be a doctor like Richard for as long as you could remember. You worked hard in medical school and soon enough you were in the same intern class as Miranda Bailey.

Bailey is your best friend and has threatened Mark’s life if he hurts you.

Derek thinks it’s funny that Mark started dating you after Webber tried to say it was nothing personal when he hired Mark.

Richard notices how Mark looks at you almost immediately and he absolutely hates it. He thinks Mark is just looking for a one night stand, but that’s not true.

“I want you to stay away from him. There’s a reason the nurses formed a anti-Mark club”

But what your uncle said went in one ear and out the other. Honestly Richard couldn’t blame you. He knew what it was like to be in love with someone you couldn’t have.

Speaking of Love, you didn’t find out about Richard and Ellis till your intern year when Ellis showed up at the hospital with Alzheimer. You and Meredith became close friends through this situation.

You couldn’t really stay mad at Richard since it was a long time ago, but it still hurts that he could do something like that to Adele.

“It's kinda funny in a dark way, the two most important men in your life are both man whores” Bailey said, she was your person and she could say stuff like that to you without getting mad.

You know Richard and Bailey are close, but whenever they have a petty argument you're taking Bailey’s side. Yes, she's smug about that.

Adele gets mad whenever either one of you tatel on Richard. You may get annoyed, but she’ll drive down to the hospital whenever you need something.

You think it's hilarious when Adele yells at Richard like he's a child. She’ll definitely do it to Mark too if she has too. “Out of all the petty, ridiculous, infantile.. Are you running a hospital here or a playground?”

“Adele..” Richard started. “Playground or Hospital, Richard?!” Adele yelled and Mark snickered as Richard mumbled, “Hospital”

“Apologize to our goddaughter right now” Adele scolded, Making Mark hide his laughter in your shoulder. “Sorry” Richard mumbled.

“Not to complain or anything Aunt Adele, but that’s not a real apology” you said with a smirk.

“That is not an apology! You give an apology you mean, because if i have to drag myself down here though rush hour traffic again, to police this damn Jungle Gym..”

“You made your point Adele” Richard sighed. Adele huffed and turned to you. “Love ya aunt Adele”

“Love you too, Dear”

Mark and you both gave Derek crap when Richard and Derek were living together. “Derek is dating your uncle Richard”

“I am no!”

Richard does his best to be nice to Mark, but he wants to protect you from him. Especially when he found out he slept with Addison.

He definitely used his ‘Chiefʼ voice when he threatened him about dating you. “If you hurt her. IF you cheat on her, even the morgue won't be able to identify you. Are we clear!?”

“Yes!.. Yes sir”

Adele loved him when she was still alive. “RIchard you be nice to him he’s part of the family now”

Mark comforted you when Adele started getting Alzheimer. Adele was the closest thing you had to a mother, so it hit you hard when she died.

Mark had gotten close to her as well. Mrs. Shepherd was like a mother to him. Yes, when he started dating you Adele was constantly in his life. She gave him relationship advice and was like the aunt he never got.

Then Catherine showed up. She really didn’t like you or Mark that much. She had a problem with Mark because she thought Jackson was wasting his time in plastics then she just thought Richard ‘babyed’ you too much.

“You mom is banging my Uncle” you said bluntly to Jackson.

“The Chief banged my mom too” Meredith said, thinking it’ll make Jackson feel better.

Richard walking you down the isle on your and Mark's wedding.

NSFW Headcanons:

These are from the original mark HCs I posted a couple of days ago... Sorry. If you want all of them go to the original HC post.

He’s an expert at foreplay. He’ll spend as much time as he can trying to get you hot and bothered or worked up.

He's definitely the dominant person in bed and your not complaining, he'll get rough and pound hard enough were the bed starts rocking.

Mark loves bitting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.

The sex maybe rough, but Mark isn't not big on insults. He refuses to degrade you and will only use sweet words.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

There's also a tone of jealous sex. If he sees Alex shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Jackson touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

#Richard Webber x reader #Mark Sloan x Reader #Richard Webber x daughter!reader #Greys anatomy imagines #greys anatomy headcanons #Mark Sloan headcanons #Richard Webber headcanons #Mark Sloan smut

[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 21/?

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Have Covid, feel like crap, can't sleep, decided to write this chapter. I'm sorry if it isn't up to my usual standard

Enjoy

Danny woke up choking in fear.

He ran to his dad’s room as the night sky filled with lightning. His daddy met him halfway.

“Danny-lad, what’s wrong,” his daddy asked as he picked him up. Danny’s heartbeat was at a normal person’s rate.

Danny buried his face in the crook of his daddy’s neck.

Jason frowned as he felt the wetness hit his skin (as the fear hit him like a wrecking ball). His little boy was scared; Jason could only assume it was because of the thunderstorm.

Jason went to his bedroom with his son. Jazz walked out of her bedroom, crossed her arms, and frowned. Once a lightning bolt hit, her eyes lit with understanding.

“I’ll get Ellie and meet you in your room.”

Jason nodded and went into his room. He sat on the bed while getting Danny as comfortable as he could on Jason’s lap. He wrapped his little boy up with a soft blanket and held Danny close to his chest. Jason started humming a lullaby his mom, Catherine, would sing to him in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep.

Jazz walked into the room holding a still-asleep Ellie. She got into the bed and held Ellie close to her chest. Danny jumped every time a lightning bolt struck.

Jason knew Danny was a brave little boy (especially since he wasn’t really five years old), so he never thought his son would be scared of a thunderstorm. Still, he would be there for his son and send out feelings of reassurance. He continued humming and rocked Danny back and forth. Jazz held Ellie with one arm and held Danny’s hand with her other hand.

Eventually, thankfully, the thunderstorm cleared out, and Danny fell asleep.

The little family fell asleep in Jason’s bed for the night.

The morning was cloudy, but thankfully, there didn’t seem to be any more thunderstorms coming. The sun would peak out every once in a while.

Danny was the first one to wake up. He was tucked in a blanket up against his daddy’s chest. The sixteen-year-old in him was embarrassed, but the five-year-old in him felt reassured. He settled deeper into his dad’s chest, letting his warmth chase away the remainder of his fears.

Jazz and Ellie were asleep beside him.

He wriggled himself deeper into his dad’s chest and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, everyone had woken up.

“Hey, chum, how are you feeling?”

Danny rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “Better.”

Danny bit his lip and turned to Jazz, who was getting off the bed with Ellie.

“Jazz, can I talk to daddy alone?”

A look of understanding let her eyes. She nodded and left the room.

Danny didn’t know where to start.

“What is it, lad?”

“I want to tell you why I’m scared of lightning, but I don’t know where to start.”

Jason didn’t say anything. He had thought Danny had been scared because he was five. It looked like he was wrong.

“You don’t have to tell me, Danny.”

“That’s the thing I do! I just don’t know where to start.”

Jason carded his hand through Danny’s hand, not saying anything.

Danny took a deep breath, collected his feelings, and started talking.

“When I died,” Jason stiffened at Danny’s words but stayed silent, “I had been in my parents’ basement. Their life work was to build a portal to the ghost zone. It hadn’t worked. My two best friends, Sam and Tucker, wanted to see it. Being a stupid teenager, I let them. Sam talked me into going into the portal so she could take a picture.”

“My parents weren’t big on lab safety. There were wires everywhere, and radioactive chemicals spilled on the floor that I had to clean. I think you get the idea.”

Jason hugged Danny tighter. He knew exactly where this was going.

“The machine hadn’t worked because they had built the ‘on’ button inside it. I tripped on some wires…the machine turned on with me inside it. I was electrocuted to death even as the ectoplasm brought me back to life,” Danny whispered.

Jason held Danny as his little boy shuddered before he started crying.

Jason let Danny cry, and he grieved for his son’s lost life and innocence. Jason made a vow always to protect his baby however he could.

Special thanks to BatPeg for giving me the thunderstorm idea

@itsberrydreemurstuff @idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @skulld3mort-1fan @theauthorandtheartist @emergentpanda-blog @jaggedheart11 @fisticuffsatapplebees @booberrylizard @fantasticbluebirdfan @thegatorsgooseoose @cyrwrites @kjoboo91 @crystallicedart @amaramizuki666 @spekulatiusmuffin @meira-3919 @kilasmess @bubblemixer @lexdamo @wonderland-daisy @mj-arts-n-stuff @amyheart19 @dolfay @the-church-grimm @undead-essence @aph-mable @lizisipancardo @purrloin77 @writer-extraodinaire @charlietheepic7 @sinfulloccultist @nootherusernameworked @coruscateselene @chaoticchange @itsberrydreemurstuff @gmkelz11 @feral-bunny31 @paroovian @thatonegaybitch68 @d4ydr34min9 @overtherose @fandomwandererer @vipower001 @thordottir45 @blackrabbitt3t @rosecinnamonbun @bianca-hooks123 @epilepticnerd @dat1angel @consouling @flamingenchiladadragon @all-mights-asscheeks @ender-reader @fuyu-bitch

#mending a family #dc x dp #dp x dc

[thewales]

I agree about trooping kids won't go without Catherine, and I can't really see her doing the military review part, maybe balcony but then again they would probably give her crap for just doing the balcony appearance so probably nothing. But thought of William up there alone is so sad tbh 😔

I think W will appear with the children in the balcony tho, are just some minutes. But if the Wales are in protective mode, then maybe only George, but I think all the children will be there. The only worrying thing is that we know the Waleses can’t care less about pr, so, I know they aren’t expecting sh*t, but the image of W alone with the children will start to add fuel to the fire to the haters to start conspiracies again; you know: oh look, all the family happy and enjoying, already erasing Kate from the RF, single dad, prepared to introduce the new princess/mistress; why Charles can attend but not Kate, something is wrong, they did something to her :(

At this point the better is to only have Chuck and Camilla in the balcony, nobody else 😅

At some point, we have to stop worrying about PR, what the haters etc. will say, and think that there is a person who is receiving aggressive treatment that is probably affecting her in every area of her life and that the last thing she cares about is whether Maria from Arkansas believes that she and William divorced and that William is a single parent now.

Respectfully.

#brf #the princess of wales #royal watching

[lostfirefly]

Life Must Have It's Mysteries (Ch.4)

Nobody asked me, but the thought of sending my beloved couple on a new journey didn't let me go. Welcome to a new adventure! No idea how many chapters there will be :) Pain continues leading me to art :)

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :) Masterlist is here.

Description: Our heroes sneak into Baroque Works Castle and stole the map!

Warnings: Fun, fluff, a little scolding, adventure! Shitty shit again:)

Words: 4403 (sorry again)

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots, @hey-august, @rorywritesjunk, @yujo-nishimura (I hope you still like it!)

The title is taken from “Life Must Have It's Mysteries” by Hans Zimmer (OST Inferno).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

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“Run? Run? Where? That big baby is blocking the road we came!” Catherine was in a slight panic, pointing her finger at the big man.

“Then we'll find another one!” Buggy grabbed her arm and dragged her along. All Catherine could do was yell “oh, my God.” 

They reached another hallway and started looking around. Buggy pulled her behind a column and covered her with his body. 

“Catherine, now would be a good time to turn on your whole brain and think about where in houses like this your favorite Egyptian pharaohs could have made an extra exit. Mister 4 doesn't have powers, but if he hits with his bat, it won't be good.”

“Mister 4? What a stupid name!” She exclaimed.

“Seriously? Now?” He looked at her, trying to read the answer in her eyes to this stupid expression.

They heared the sound of a lot of footsteps, which were getting closer and closer. 

“Where to go?” Buggy asked, looking at Catherine. 

“I... I don't know!!” She grabbed her head. 

“Catherine, please, focus!” 

“Uh, wait. Wait! If this house was built on the pyramid principle, the building should be oriented on the south pole-north pole axis. Typically, emergency exits in such buildings were in the south. But given that they mixed up east and west, the exit should be on the north side of the building.” 

“Then let's try the north way.” He peeked out from behind the column and checked the path. “Clear, let's go.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along again. 

“Oh, my God! I’m tired of running!”

They had reached the turnoff when a man's voice came from outside.

“Buggy the Clown!”

The man who had a number three on his head made from his hair stood behind them. The man with the number four on his clothes also approached him. 

“You know him?” Catherine asked and looked at Buggy with wide eyes. 

“Uh, sort of.” He shrugged his shoulders. 

“I haven't seen you since prison.” Said the man with the number of three. 

“Holy crap! You know, you should definitely tell me about this!” Catherine punched Buggy in his shoulder. 

“Is that what you want to talk about right now?” Buggy looked at her and gently shoved her behind him, as Catherine searched with her eyes for a way forward. 

“Holy shit!” She squealed. 

The man in ballet clothes appeared from the other side of the hallway. 

“Why does he look so... How he looks like…” She asked, pointing at the man with two figures in the shape of swans on his shoulders.  

“What are you doing here? I thought we talked about this last time.” Said the man with the number of three.  

The question 'what' was read in Catherine's eyes as she shifted her gaze from Buggy to the men. 

“You won't believe! I took the wrong road.” He smiled and made two small steps back. 

“Yes, it's very obvious. You were clearly on your way somewhere, and then suddenly… you're standing in the middle of the hallway of our headquarters.”

“Well, uh. What can I say, Mister 3? That's me!” Buggy chuckled.

“Mister Three? Who comes up with these stupid names?” Catherine screamed loudly, rolling her eyes. “And you're probably Mister 2, judging by the originality of the names here.” She pointed a finger at the man in ballet clothes. He looked surprised. 

Mister 3 glanced at Catherine. “So, Buggy, why are you here?”

Buggy slipped his hand into the pocket of his denim jacket. Mister 3 spread his legs slightly and stretched out his arms, which began to turn to wax.

“Fuck me!!!” Catherine goggled at his wax hands. “What the fuck is that?”

Mister 3 made a sudden movement with his hand, creating a long wax lasso, and wrapped it around Catherine's leg. 

“Let her go!” Buggy said loudly, taking three knives out of his pocket. 

“Oh my goodness, Buggy! Would you at least say that you carry such things with you?”

“Catherine, shut up, please!” He hissed at her. 

“Oh! Now I see who is she!” Mister 3 jerked his wax lasso sharply, knocking Catherine to the floor and pulling her towards him.

“Fuck!” Buggy abruptly dropped the knives, separated his both arms and grabbed Catherine by the belt on her pants. 

Catherine forcefully began to pull her leg out. “Damn!! I'm so sick of your fucking devil fruits! Let me go!” 

Mister 3 pulled Catherine back toward him. She jerked her leg sharply, and she managed to free it. She quickly stood up, and Buggy’s hands pulled her back to him. 

He attached his hands, took her hand and began to lead her behind his back. “Catherine, on the count of three, run.” He said quietly. 

“How? That ballet dude blocked the way! And what about you?” She asked with concern in her voice and squeezed his hand. 

Mister 3 began turning his hands into wax again.

“I said run. I'll deal with him. And don't let him touch you with his right hand.” Buggy pointed with his eyes at Mister Two and began to pull Catherine away from him with his hand. 

“No, please. I’m not going wit..” She whispered. 

“One… Two... Three!”

Catherine reluctantly let go of his hand and ran quickly. Buggy turned around and sent his knife towards Mister 2, who tried to grab Catherine at that moment. He dodged and she managed to sneak past him. 

She ran two hallways and stopped. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Catherine felt the paper in her hands. She didn't even notice the map shoved into her hand. “Fuck, Buggy, where are you?” She looked hopefully in the direction from whence she had come running.

Catherine looked around and saw the outline of a door in the wall. She quickly walked over to the drawing, running her hand over it. 

“The exit!” 

She waited briefly for a few seconds, taking two deep breaths. 

“Oh, Catherine, you're going to regret this!” She held onto the wall with her hand and quietly walked backwards. She walked through one hallway when suddenly she saw a small flash. 

Catherine ran forward sharply and slammed into Buggy.

“You're alive!” She threw her arms around his neck. “Thank God! Are you hurt?” Her eyes surveyed his face. 

“What's going to happen to me?" He hugged her.  "Are you okay?”

“Yes!” Catherine ran her hands over his shoulders. “I saw the flash. I thought you.. What was that?”

“Well.. A failed attempt to launch my Muggy Ball.” Buggy scratched his head.

“Your what? What the hell is that thing?” She hit him lightly on the arm.

“Not now, Catherine, not now. Okay. Where do we go next?” 

“I saw the door over there!” She pointed in the right direction. “I'm more than sure it's the exit which we are looking for!” 

“Well then, let's run that way! Hang on!” 

He threw her on his shoulder again and ran in the direction she pointed. They reached the right place. Catherine jumped off his shoulder and began to run her hand over the drawing. “How on earth do you open?”

They heard the sounds of approaching footsteps again. 

“Catherine, hurry!” Buggy took the knives in his hand again and placed them between his fingers.

She was walking from side to side, clutching her head. “Wait! If there's a Shen in this building, it's also a sign of eternal protection. Eternity is infinity, right?” She looked around the wall. “Buggy! Up there! See the little stone at the top! And here, if you look closely, is a drawing of infinity on the wall. We need to guide this stone through that drawing.” 

“Look, baby, if your theory's wrong, you will have a chance to sit in those places from where I escaped.”

“You know, we're going to have a lot to talk about.” She said, periodically glancing over his shoulder towards the sound of footsteps.

Buggy detached his hand and sent it up to a tiny stone that stuck out of the wall. He ran it in the pattern Catherine had pointed out and brought the stone to the floor. 

“Now what?” He asked, looking back toward the sounds that were getting closer and closer. 

“I didn’t install these doors, Buggy! I don’t know how they open! Let's try pulling it!” 

They put their hands on the door and tried a few times to move it sideways. 

“It's not working!" She clasped her hands. " You know, when I decided to start a relationship with you, I didn't think I'd end up in a fucking prison from which, as it turned out, my boyfriend escaped!!” She kicked at the door with all her might in frustration.

They heard a heavy sound.

“It's open!!! It opened!!!” Catherine screamed happily.

“See? You being a little evil has helped us again!” He clicked his tongue and winked.

“Screw you, fucking clown!” 

“Yeah, yeah! You’ll yell at me later! Hurry!” Buggy took Catherine's hand and pulled her into the passage.

Just as they ran for the door, it closed. 

“Well, now I suggest we run for the house exit!” He threw Catherine on his shoulder again and ran down the dark corridors. 

They got out onto the street, climbed over the fence and ran to the car.

“Hell, yeah, Cathie-pie, we're on our way to the treasure!!” Buggy shouted cheerfully as he got into the car. 

“That's all great, but you owe me new sneakers now, Buggy the Clown! That wax man stole one sneaker from my favorite pair.” She showed one socked foot. 

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They were on the road for a little over an hour.  

“Okay. We are now somewhere between Little Garden and Whiskey Peak. Our next stop is in four hours. Good thing you and I stocked up on food and booze.” Catherine threw the map and notebook into the glove compartment of the car, put her feet up on the dashboard, looked at him and stroked his red and white striped bandana. “Hungry?”

“Nah.” 

Suddenly they heard a pop from under the hood. 

“What the fuck?” Buggy stretched his back and tried to understand where the sound was coming from.

“What happened?”

“I don't know!” He jerked the gearshift lever. 

The car went a few more meters and stopped. 

“What the fuck?” Buggy turned the keys in the ignition, pressed the clutch and gas pedals. “Fuck!” He jumped out of the car and looked under the tires first. 

“What's wrong?” Catherine got out of the car. 

“I don't know!!” She could hear the irritation in his voice. “Cathie-pie, push the black and red button near the steering wheel, open the hood for me.”

Catherine climbed up to the steering wheel through her seat. “Done!”

She went back to him. He opened the hood and started checking every detail. 

“Look at you. Checking your car. God, you are so sexy right now.” She leaned on the car and smiled. 

“Please, Catherine! Not now!” He barked loudly. “Shit. The cable and the strap came off.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Fuck! Just fuck!” He slammed the hood, then kicked the radiator grille. 

“What are you so nervous about?” She moved closer to him and wanted to hug him. 

“I said not now!” He yanked her arm away with a growl, stepped back a little, kicked the front tire twice, and leaned his head into the car. 

She tiptoed over to him and put her hand gently on his back. “Buggy Bear, what's wrong?” 

“Could you please don’t call me that!” He barked loudly, walked towards the trunk and sat on the ground.

Catherine tiptoed behind him and sat down on her knees next to him.

“What happened?” She put her hand on his shoulder. 

“It never works out!” He whispered and was almost sobbing. 

“What?” 

“Nothing ever works out. He would have always succeeded…” He continued mumbling to himself. 

She crawled on her knees a little closer and hugged him. “Are you talking about the one whose name we don’t mention? Nah, it wouldn't have worked out for him. You know why?” She stroked his head. “He doesn't have our tandem. Look at how good we are. You and me. We stole the map from these… Moron Words or whatever they are. We've gotten so far together. Because you're in charge of strength and defense, and I'm in charge of brains! What's he got? Nothing. So you're the winner, my little bear.”

She put her head on his shoulder and took his hand. 

“I'm sorry.” He wrapped his hand around her waist.

“Oh, never mind, it's okay.” She looked at him and stroked his cheek. “Can I call you Buggy Bear again?”

“I don’t even understand why I allow you to call me that. You know that I’m against this nickname with every fiber of my soul!”

“And you perfectly know that I don’t care.” She pecked him on the lips. “So what's up, my blue-haired hero? How long will it take you to fix the car?”

“Well, it's gonna take two or three hours for sure. I want to check all the details under the hood. But I'm afraid we're not going any further today.”

“Well, we'll just spend the night here.” She looked around. “There's not a soul around. There's a sandy hill for our two old backs to lean on. We'll make a fire, and I’ll make your favorite hot dogs. Pretty cool, huh?” 

While he rummaged around under the hood, Catherine found a small amount of twigs and looked in the trunk for matches.

“I found some papers here, I'll take some for the fire, ok? Oh, wow! You got newspapers from years ago." She took the newspaper in her hands and straightened out the sheets. "Hah, Orange Town News. Look at this. So much interesting stuff was going on three years ago. Exhibitions, concerts, even fights. Oh, look! The page with the headline "Wanted”. Sounds intriguing! Well, well. What do we have here? Wow! So many faces.”  

Buggy tensed and quickly moved towards her. “Hey! Give me that!”

Without looking up from reading, she took two steps along the ground. “Someone with the name Mihawk. Oh, he's cute. Kuro. Why are they looking for the butler? Did he steal an expensive tea set since they give so much money for it? Arlong. Oh, I remember that name. Bug...”

“Catherine! Give it to me!” He snatched the papers from her hands. 

“...gy the Clown??!!” She looked at him with surprised eyes, and it seemed she even stopped blinking. “It's you!”

“No, it's not me. This is a different Buggy!” He began to fold the newspaper.

“Are you taking me for a fool? Believe me, the world couldn't handle two Buggies. It would just collapse instantly.” Catherine hit her palms, showing an explosion. 

“For the last time, it's not me!!”

“Yes, it's you. No offense, but I don't mistake you for anyone else thanks to one of your distinctive features.” She jabbed her finger at the picture in the paper. “You know, I'm getting more and more questions. There's a $15 million bounty on your head! What have you done that's worth so much money?”

“Doesn't matter.” He threw the newspapers back into the trunk, and walked back to the engine. 

“My little Bear!”

He was annoyed. “You could have asked first what you can take in the trunk and what you can't. After all, I can have my personal stuff.” 

“Oh my God!" Catherine rolled her eyes. "You're an emotional hurricane today, Buggy!” 

“Could you please.. listen to me for once in your life! I don't want you to know. Is it clear?” He hissed through his teeth.

“What did I do? It's just a fucking newspaper. Stop overreacting!”

“Oh, fuck you!”

Catherine stood next to the car and waited about fifteen minutes, then quietly approached him and gently placed her hand on his back. “My love, let's talk. What happened? Why did you react like that?”

He didn't answer. 

“Are you not gonna talk to me at all?”

Buggy silently removed her hand from his back and continued to mutter something to himself.

“Oh, well, the hell with you, fucking clown. Our drama queen got mad over some nonsense!” Catherine barked back at him, turned around and went to the place to prepare a fire pit.

She sat on the sand near the sand hill for an hour, drawing lines with a stick on the ground. She looked at Buggy, who was walking from trunk to hood, occasionally swearing at the engine.

Catherine exhaled, stood up, and slowly walked over to him. "How's it going?" 

He didn't answer anything.

“Are you still offended? I'm sorry if I said or did something wrong. I was just a little surprised to see your face there.”

“Uh-huh.” 

“But I don't care about that poster if it scares you.” She took another half step toward him, putting her chin on his shoulder and gently rubbing his head. “Bzzz… What are you doing?” 

He exhaled heavily, looked up at her, and started laughing. 

“Why are you laughing?” She asked and spread her hands in confusion.

Buggy turned his back to the hood and pulled her closer to him. Catherine immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. 

He looked into her eyes and smiled. “How do you make it, so I can't be mad at you for more than ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes? Oh, come on! You didn't talk to me for an hour. And sometimes at home, you sulk at me for two hours! You always walk from corner to corner grumbling, and at this moment you look like a sullen cat!” She made a grumpy face imitating him. 

“My little shit!” He took her hand and kissed it. “I’m sorry!”

“Oh my gosh! I will probably someday make the Earth rotate against its axis. Buggy the Clown apologized twice in one day!” She pressed her forehead against his and said quietly. “We did good today, yeah? We had two fights in less than an hour. We're going for the personal record.”

“I.. did--”

“Oh! Don't worry, my silly clown.” Catherine stroked his head and kissed him on his cheek. “This is a relationship. This shit happens sometimes. We're just getting to know each other better, that's all. Besides, if life with you was like a world of pink ponies, I'd go crazy.” 

He kept his eyes on her for a long time, slowly running his hands down her back. “Why are you with me? I think you could have found someone better th..”

“Ts!” She pressed her finger to his lips. “I told you. I don't need anyone else. I found the best guy who made to keep my heart beating. Why does it bother you?” 

He only shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright, we’ll talk about this later. Okay! I’ll grab a beer and gonna make a fire now. I'll grill sausages for your favorite hot dogs. And if you're not mad at me anymore, finish up here and come to me, okay?”

He nodded. 

“Love you, my Hurricane Buggy!” Catherine pecked him in his nose. 

“Love you too, my cotton candy.”

She brought beer from the trunk, made a fire, and glanced at him from time to time while she fried sausages. “Are you coming? It's almost done.”

He closed the hood, shook off his hands, took a plaid from the car, came to Catherine and heavily exhaled, collapsed on the ground next to her. 

“Tired?” She ran her hand over his head. 

“Nah.”

“Do you want mustard or ketchup on your sausage?”

“Both!”

“Then open the ketchup for me, because I can't do it.” Catherine tried to open the bag with her hands. 

“Give it to me.” He took the ketchup packet from her hands, pulled a knife out of his denim jacket pocket, cut off the tip, and handed the open packet into Catherine's hands. 

"Mmm, delicious." Buggy slowly licked the remaining trace of ketchup off the knife several times.

Catherine looked at him, froze for a second, feeling goosebumps run down her back. "I hate you!"

He looked at her questioningly. “What for now?”

Catherine put a sausage in a bun, sprinkled it all generously with mustard and ketchup, and put the hot dog in his hands. 

“Here you go, my blue-haired hero.” She opened two bottles of beer. “How's your hot dog? Tasty?” 

Buggy nodded and sipped his beer. Catherine watched him happily eating the bread and sausage, and ran her hand over his bandana. 

She couldn't resist and kissed him on his cheek five times. “You're so cute!” 

He immediately became red as his nose. 

Finishing the hot dog, Buggy set the beer on the ground and threw the plaid over Catherine's shoulders. 

“Let me in here!” She spread his legs, rolled over his foot with an "ouch!” and heard “baby, why can't you sit like a normal person”, sat down between them and pressed her back against his chest. “That's much better.”

He hugged her instantly. 

“Look at this! So beautiful!” Catherine ran her hands over his arms. “Why haven't we done this before? Sometimes we should just go somewhere in the desert. Make a fire, eat sausages and look at the stars. Just you and me.”

“If you want to, and it will make you happy, we will do it. I’ll do anything to make you the happiest girl in the world, my Cathie-pie.” Buggy took her hand. “See that bright star over there?” He pointed at the sky with their hands holding together. 

“Yeah.”

“That's Sirius.”

“Really?”

“Honestly? I have no idea.”

Catherine laughed, then suddenly sighed heavily and ran her fingers over her wet eyes.

“What's wrong, my cotton candy?” He asked with concern in his voice.

“I.. I  don't know. I thought how sad that my parents had died. I miss them. They would have loved you.”

“I don't think your parents would approve of a relationship with a freak with a big nose.” Buggy answered quietly and ran his fingers over her arm.

“Don't say those terrible things about yourself. You are handsome, funny, you take care of me. You love to surprise me. Although you're noisy, overdramatic and sometimes your surprises are ve-e-ry strange.” Сatherine sighed heavily again. “I would really like for you to meet.” She felt how he hugged her tightly and pressed his cheek to her temple. “My mom would be happy for me. After all, her daughter found a mysterious man who’s worth 15 million dollars.”

“Please, don't!” Buggy rolled his eyes.

“What? I'm.. I'm curious. You told me about your trainings on the island and everything else. But you didn’t tell me why you cost a lot of money. Although, I would give more money for you! 15 million isn't enough. 3 billion is fine. And I would also include you in some powerful organization. You would be the most important person there. But if you don't want to tell me, it's okay. Just for your information, I think it's cool. And by the way, you look so hot in that poster.” Catherine took his bottle of beer and took a sip. “What if you really are some kind of scary pirate? I've loved stories about them since I was a child. My father used to tell me a lot of tales about them. You know, we sometimes spent the whole evening in bed rereading "Treasure Island".”

He kissed her temple. “Now that explains a lot.” 

“Oh! Wait, wait! What if somewhere in the port of Cairo your ship is docked. And someday you will show it to me, and then you will take me somewhere far far away.” Catherine smoothly pointed into the distance with her hand.

“Cathie-pie, baby, please. Stop.”

She kept silent for a moment. “Do you think we're gonna find that blue diamond?”

He exhaled and put his chin on the top of her head. “I don't know. I hope so. But even if we don't, it'll be one of those stories that we will remember when we grow old. Together.” Buggy quietly accented the last word.

“Judging by the gray hair on your temples and eyebrows, you will grow old before me.”

“Little shit! I'm not much older than you!” He kissed her temple twice.

“Don't you think this reminds you of that adventure we had? The day I found out about your chop chop thing. We were sitting in the desert by the fire.” She ran her finger over his knuckle.

“Of course I remember. That evening when I had my first click.”

“What?” Catherine looked at him in surprise.

His face changed as he realized what he had said. “Fuck! I let it slip.” Buggy seemed a little bit scared.

“Did you fall in love with me then?” Catherine didn't take her eyes of him.

“No, I fell in love with you later. You pissed me off then. Because you were always being hysterical and nagging me. But that day, I didn't understand why a nice girl like you cared about me. And you still do that. And I still don't understand it, though.”

“Well, because you saved that nice girl from a scary man and she couldn't ignore it. Then you saved that nice girl again. And then again. And then somehow that nice girl ended up falling head over heels in love with you. And just you to know, that girl loves taking care of you.” She stroked his cheek and squinted her eyes playfully. “First click… That's interesting. Can I ask?” 

“Oh, no! Please, stop asking "when did you fall in love with me" questions.” Buggy looked at her with puppy eyes.

“Why? I'm so interested! Okay, I'll ask you later!”

She invited him with her finger to tilt his head closer to her and kissed him on the lips. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. 

“You're not leaving me, are you?” Buggy asked with a note of fear in his voice.

“Of course no. I'm so glad I met you, my silly clown. And I'm so glad you didn't let me go home.” She tucked her legs in, curled up, snuggled comfortably under his armpit and covered him with the plaid. “I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear.”

“You tell me that every day, cotton candy. Aren't you tired?”

“Oh, shut up, I'll say it as many times as I want.”

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[stevesxyellowxsweater]

Nothing stays the same

PAIRING: Gator Tillman x fem!reader WC: over 2000 CW: MINORS DON'T INTERACT!! Forced kiss, calls her girl, Gator being an ass. That is about it. If I have missed anything please let me know! SUMMARY: Returning home is something you never wanted to do, but your brother is getting married so you have no choice. When you're pulled over, you find yourself face to face with your high school bully. Someone you hoped you'd never have to see again. AUTHOR NOTES: This has been in my head for a while, as long as it does well there will be a second part. A massive thank you to @entermxnson for everything she does for me, she's my biggest fan and the person I can count on most. Love you to pieces thank you for your constant support. Enjoy! Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing divider.

You'd promised yourself that you'd never return here; you could feel your body tensing as you crossed past the welcome sign. You'd hated it here, countless bullying, torment, and an awful time. When you left for college, you promised you'd never come back. You promised that no matter what, you'd leave this life behind.

Your brother had other ideas.

He'd moved back after being made redundant, met a girl and fell in love. The usual cliche crap that you couldn't stand. So now here you were, returning to the place you hated the most, just to watch your brother get married.

Your music rumbled low as your eyes focused on the road ahead. You didn’t even notice how your knuckles had become white from gripping the wheel so hard. You didn't want to be here; you wanted to turn back, go home, maybe claim to be sick.

But Andrew would never forgive you.

Your music stopped, and the familiar ringtone of your cell filled the car. Reaching the button on your steering wheel, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Munchkin, where are you?”

Rolling your eyes as you heard your brother's awful nickname for you, you smiled.

“Hey Andy, I'm about fifteen minutes away.” 

“Great, I can't wait for you to meet Catherine. You're going to love her!”

You smiled. Andy had been saying that for months. You weren't sure, however.

“I can't wait.” 

A simple lie never hurt anyone. You thought to yourself as you carried on down the road. 

“Andy, I'm going to be a little longer.”

“Why? You okay?”

“I'm being pulled over.” 

The flashing lights behind you make you tense. You stare at them in your mirror for a moment.

“I'll see you soon.”

Hanging up the phone, you found somewhere to pull over to park. Maybe they'd seen New York plates and assumed theft. Leaning over, you found your license and registration. Sitting up, you looked out and cursed as you saw who it was.

Gator Tillman, he was a cop now? How fucking insane! Your high school bully now upholds the law. You cursed yourself as you watched him walk toward your car, that usual swagger he'd had since high school.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” He asked as he looked over your car, not even looking at you. You could see the gum in his mouth, a disgusting thing to see if you were honest.

“If it's because my car isn't from around here, it's cause I'm driving in to see family.”

He looks up at you, flashing his pearly whites in a charming smile. It sends shivers down your spine - just like how it used to when you were both teenagers. The hard truth was even though he was a bully, you had a crush on him. 

“You were speeding.”

“What? I was going forty-five.”

“The limit is 30. Got changed about six months ago.”

Fuck, you'd been speeding and caught. That was the last thing you fucking wanted right now. You just wanted to get to your parents' place, was that too much to ask?

“License and registration please.”

Swallowing hard, you bit your lip and watched him. He glanced between the card and you.

“Step out of the car. Please, Ma'am.”

Opening the door, you climbed out and looked at him. You watch his eyes scanning your body as he bites his lip. He didn’t recognise you. You'd changed a lot since high school. You think the term was glowed up. You'd changed, but not Gator. He looked the same.

He casually leans against the side of your car and crosses his arms over his chest as if taking his sweet time with this traffic stop, like it's no big deal at all. 

With deliberate slowness, he reaches into your car and takes the keys. 

“Wouldn't want you running off now, would we?” He smirks, that damn annoying but knee-weakening smirk that awakens the butterflies inside you.

"I'm afraid I need you to take a sobriety test." His eyes lock onto yours as they narrow slightly; it feels more like an accusation than a request. The last thing you want to do right now is take a Damn test to prove you're sober before midday. 

“Really? You think I'm drunk?” You questioned needing him to clarify it.

“It's routine, Ma'am.” 

You watch him taking out his little black book and opening it to jot down things. 

He lazily pushes himself off your vehicle and steps closer to you. The space between you narrows, and you find yourself stepping back.

"Now let's see here... You were going 45 miles per hour in a 30-mile-per-hour zone."

With that seemingly innocent statement comes an undercurrent of satisfaction in his voice - almost like he'd been waiting for this moment to show you up all these years since you left school. 

As if sensing your discomfort with being so close together, he begins walking around the front of the car towards where his cruiser is parked close.

The air between you feels tense; every move is made deliberately aware of each other's presence. For just a second, there's a flash of recognition in Gator's eyes before it disappears once more behind his slicked-back hairline, leaving nothing but speculation on what might have been running through the devious little brain cells of his at any given point during this encounter thus far.

“Speeding, and a sobriety test. It's going to be one hefty fine." Gator chuckles as he opens the back door of his patrol car and climbs in. He looks at you over the vehicle, a smirk playing on his lips as if daring you to say something smart-assed back.

As you stand there fuming under the glow of the morning sun that seems far too bright suddenly, Gator leans forward slightly in his seat before reaching down towards what appears to be a laptop. With deft fingers, he begins typing away at its keyboard - presumably logging your infraction into some sort of system for later processing or review by higher-ups within the department.

Despite yourself, you can't help but watch him mesmerised almost against your will by how effortlessly this charming snake slithers through life without regard for others around him. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once - much like everything else about being pulled over by Officer Gator.

As if sensing your growing unease, Gator finally looks up from his work on the laptop and locks eyes with you again. There's an almost predatory glint in those eyes now - like he knows what sort of thoughts are running through your head, and he likes it.

"Well," He draws out slowly, leaning back into his seat with a lazy shrug. "What do we have here? Someone could use a little lesson on behaving behind the wheel." A wicked grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head slightly towards yours, inviting further conversation or maybe something more. Depending on just how far you're willing to go with this whole getting out of a ticket.

“Can we get on with this, please?” You ask as you sink your hands into your pockets and look at him. 

Gator let out a sigh; he was going to have to work harder for you. He usually managed to get girls into the back of his car, for head or a fuck.

“Sure,” Gator grumbled as he climbed out of the car. 

Grabbing his kit, he walked over. There was a look in his eyes as he set up the machine to take your alcohol level. He looked almost disappointed as he put the tube in it. 

“Blow on the beep, please.” 

Holding it up, he studied your lips. His mind wondered how it would feel to have your mouth around his cock instead of the plastic tube that you had taken into your mouth. The look in his eyes was more predatory, the ideas running through his head getting increasingly erotic as he watched you.

You waited for the beep and blew until the second beep. Removing your mouth, you folded your arms and waited for the reading. 

“Alright, it's clear.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes; it was frustrating. You felt like Gator was just doing it to be an asshole.

“Shocker.” You muttered to yourself as you watched him taking the tube from the machine and putting the whole thing back in his car.

“Look, can I just have my ticket? So I can be on my way?” 

Gator adjusted his belt and walked toward you; there was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite explain. You watched him as he placed his hands on either side against your car. 

"Oh, come on now," Gator protests with a head shake. "That's no way to end this chance encounter."

Before you can say another word, he's closed the space between you, that sly grin still plastered across those lips like they were made for each other or something equally as cheesy. 

As he reaches for your door, he leans in close enough so your faces are almost touching and whispers into your ear: "Maybe I could make it up to you by giving you something else instead?" 

The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine. His words echo dark desires deep within yourself that you thought long buried under years upon years of pain and heartache inflicted by none other than Officer Gator Tillman himself back when everyone called him 'Daddy'.

“Ticket would be fine.” You manage to say, your eyes locked onto his as you swallow hard.

"Ticket?" Gator's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he chuckles softly to himself. "Look, I know who you are, and you have changed for the better." he shakes his head again with a bemused smile playing at the corners of those full lips. "The past is just that. That was then, this is now. Let us not waste it, yeah?."

Without another word, he straightens back up and steps away from your car door - leaving you feeling strangely vulnerable out here, alone. There hadn’t been a single car pass since he stopped you, and you had a feeling there wouldn’t be anytime soon. Sensing this shift in power dynamics between them, something dark and predatory stirs deep within him. An almost primal instinct takes over, as it often does when faced with perceived weakness or fear. 

Time seems to stand still as their gazes lock onto each other's. It’s the predator versus the prey, sizing up their opponent; which will run first? Then suddenly - without warning - everything changes once more.

“I will be on my way, if you aren’t issuing a ticket. I have things to do.” There was almost a cocky undertone to your voice, one that Gator picked up on and caused his expression to turn dark. 

"Now hold on just a damn minute," Gator's voice booms across the quiet country road as he stomps towards you again. There is an undeniable anger simmering beneath the surface. Gator almost can't believe what he's hearing.

Up close and personal once again, his hot breath against your cheek as he leans in. He’s so close your noses are practically touching. His gaze bores into yours with such intensity that it feels almost like he's trying to crawl inside your head- seeking some dark secret or hidden desire buried deep within your soulful eyes.

“What exactly is your problem here? So you know who I am. Does that mean I owe you something? No, It doesn’t. I owe you nothing, Gator! You said no ticket. So, I will be on my way. Now move.” 

"You think this is some kind of game?" Gator snarls, the anger in his voice finally boiling over into something primal and raw. There he was, the snotty little teen you remembered from high school. The one that made your life a living hell. 

"Well, let me tell you something,” he growls lowly, dragging his hand through his slicked-back hair in frustration. “You might’ve gone away, become something fancy stuck-up piece of shit, but here in this town, you’ll always be nothing!”

Before you can say another word, those full lips are pressed hard against yours - he forces his tongue into your mouth. He tastes you like he’s been starving for years. There's an almost savage intensity to this, almost like he’s unleashing everything that he’s been holding onto for years.,

Your hands managed to move and shoved him back hard, almost causing him to fall over. You looked with irritation and anger in your eyes. “I swear to God, Gator if you weren’t a damn cop! I’d be kneeing you in the balls!”

"Is that a fact?" Gator smirks as he leans back against the hood of your car, his gaze never once leaving yours. The predator inside him comes to play in his smile, like he knows exactly what buttons to push to get you where he wants - which is right there underneath him for all eternity.

He can sense the power shift, his prey weakened by a single kiss. Those full lips part into a soft grin once more/ His fingers run along the hood of your car, his eyes still locked on you. 

"Look," he said, closing in on you. His arm leaned on the top of the car as he looked at you. 

"Maybe we could make a deal here? I let you go without a ticket, and maybe..." He pauses deliberately, letting the tension build up inside both of you reach breaking point before finally saying: "...maybe next time things will be different."

“There will not be a next time officer.” You assure him.  

"Oh really?" Gator raises an eyebrow in disbelief as he straightens back up once more. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" 

Without another word, he turns around and walks back over to the driver's side door of his patrol car - leaving you alone, feeling strangely exhilarated and nervous despite (or perhaps because of) everything that just happened between you two. 

As he climbs back into the vehicle, a mischievous glint appears in those dark eyes. It's almost like he knows something about this town or its secrets that maybe even YOU don't yet... And for now, it seems Officer Gator Tillman will continue slithering through life without regard for others around him while you watch on helplessly from afar.

#gator tillman smut #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman fanfic #gator tillman imagine #gator tillman fanfiction #joe keery imagine #fargo fanfic #fargo imagine

[theblogtini]

Considering Meghan literally tried to be all saintly at SXSW and said online hate and women bashing women is "not catty, it's cruel", rather hypocritical for their "source" (of course sanctioned by H and M) to give that "Meghan would never" story to Page Six. Yet another example of her joy of bullying Catherine

It's since come out that Meghan and Harry's team at Archewell are insisting the quote didn't come from them... although publications are also quick to point out that no one ever said it was from the Archewell team, lol.

I definitely think Meghan is probably absolutely loving the crap Kate is getting right now - although considering Kate's dealing with all of this while recovering from a serious surgery, that makes M even more of a shitty person.

When M announced that she had had a miscarriage, we didn't hear anyone from KP say anything like "oh Kate's reproductive system would never" - ya know? No one on the KP side felt the need to interject anything into the conversation b/c doing so - other than to be sympathetic - wouldn't have been in any way helpful or kind.

[skippyv20]

Skip, Julie here. In an article you wrote about Princess Catherine and imploring people to leave her alone (100% behind you there as we always said if she wants us to know she will tell us otherwise it is not our business) you said “I am so frustrated I don’t know if I want to be here”.

We are all upset and frustrated but the scale of it is minimal compared to William and Catherine. They are and have been bombarded with this utter crap for 7 years. Non stop. Regardless of what they say or do it is never good enough. Why? Who would do this and why. Who would hold a grudge so intense they can not see past the red mist regardless of the benefits they have been afforded from the very family they target. Was someone rejected by the older brother before their target became the younger one. We know there are people who do not take rejection well and revenge can be a driver for them. It should have been me or mine and revenge I shall have is a common theme in murder mysteries. However, it could be anything but bringing down BRF seems to be at the heart of it and it has ramped up in recent years. Believe nothing about any member of BRF that is press driven

Skip, you really do not understand or accept that you, you! have been directed on this path to connect people around the world for a very good reason. You and your family who are your greatest asset have been driven by a higher purpose. Because you have a good understanding of how good people need a gathering place to feel accepted and valued. This is not an accident you community has grown so big over the last few years. You accept people for who they are not for what you can get. Make no mistake you have been chosen to do this.

Anyone can spew hate or disinformation but it takes a level of ignorance to be that type of vile human. In a world where most of us just want a life of peace and harmony where everyone is entitled to their own personal views and opinions but do no harm. However, the world has changed to where people think nothing of hurting or injuring someone with words or innuendo and often anonymously or buying bots to do their vile bidding and do it deliberately for their own sick gratification it says more about that person than the person they are trying to vilify.

You Skip are a safe haven for a large group of people to talk about current situations and voice opinions and views but never hatred or abuse. You are being tested and many will try to get you to shut down, go away. You are stronger than that. Think of every trial in your life and how you come through them all. You will not be broken. You have some wonderful close friends on Tumblr who have your back and you can talk to privately about your frustrations and the rest of us are here to support you always even when we have differing views on someone under discussion ( you know I don’t believe the Andrew story but I accept my opinion differs from others) Don’t let the haters and ill informed get to you. You really are blessed

Love you heaps.

Julie!  Thank you so much for the very, very kind words.  You really do give me much too much credit.  This tumblr is what it is because of the amazing people that come here, the amazing bloggers.  I am the fortunate one to be here with you all.  I know my frustration pales in comparison to what the BRF have lived through these many years.  I accept the world is changing, but I don’t like it!  I do have faith things will get better, but I doubt it will be anytime soon.  Catherine fighting her cancer battle is heartbreaking, as is the many others who have suffered from it or are now suffering from it.  I know many here have had such battles or are battling it now.  There is great sadness in our hearts for those who suffer, and when I see such vile things said, I get so angry.  I wish people could stop and think about how they would feel it this were to happen to a loved one of theirs.  Royals or not, they are human beings first.  I don’t understand the cruelty.  I won’t leave, but I was frustrated.  I was having an angry rant.  I value all who come here and I love “our “ community.  I don’t love the whole tumblr community.  There is a huge difference.  I do know as you do, I never started off this way when I came here.  My path took a turn, for whatever reason.  I do believe I am meant to be here, so….I rant, then step back and say…forward I go.  Again, thank you Julie!  You are such a wonderful friend, you always have been.  You have stood by my side from day one.  I hope you know how very much that means to me.  God Bless you Julie, for you are a rare one!🙏🏻❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Oh my!  Looking back over the years…oh my! It all seems like yesterday!❤️

[codegayass]

me rewatching code geass with my prefrontal cortex fully formed: hope this doesnt (re)awaken anything in me :)

the gas leak in our apartment: >:)

#crap catherine says #it still fucking hits and i Will be getting my catboy suzaku kigurumi out of storage #literally gave my suzaku school uniform to my younger brother last year

[damianbugs]

batfam taking care of dick grayson fics !! time travel fics !! heart wrenching batfam fics that actually analyse the characters and give a good character study and don't simply accept fanon crap (coffee addict tim drake im looking at u) !! ur top 5 all time fave batfam fic !! and also, i love ur stuff so much on ao3 thank u for sharing your work w us <3

THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! this is so sweet i am so happy you enjoy my work <3 i will do you one better and offer a list combining all your requests to the best of my capabilities !! you've caught me at a great time, because i am currently obsessed with batfam timetravel.

i will admit i definitely have more than five favourites (my 500+ carefully curated and organised private bookmarks should be proof enough) so i hope you like the ones i have selected here :D ! (these are in no particular order!)

MY TOP 5 FAVOURITE BATFAM FICS (on ao3) !

Tap by CKBookish

Bruce returns home from the time stream, haunted by phantoms and dreams. Dreams of a past that can't be real.

But all of that wouldn't be so bad if his home didn't feel so empty in the absence of one of his children. Jason, refuses to talk to him or even answer his calls and Bruce can't figure out why or what he did wrong, not after they had mended their fences before his disappearance.

Meanwhile,

Catherine struggles to hold it together for her and Jason as life falls apart around them. When all she has to give is love she does her best to give it all.

MY NOTES: one of my all time favourite not-exactly-time-travel time travel fics! features some wonderful character building and complicated relationships, and the plot itself is just incredibly. the way everyone is written is definitely realistic to how i would imagine them personally (especially dick).

A Good Place by LemonadeGarden

Damian Wayne is kidnapped and sent back years through time. Together, he and Father – who's only been Batman for a mere six months –must figure out how to return him to his own time.

Over the course of the next week, Damian discovers that Mexican gangsters do not mess around, that social workers find Bruce annoying, that Bruce might be a little messed up, and that crystal chandeliers create the fondest memories.

Oh. And Alfred has hair.

MY NOTES: not only is this one of my top favourite time travel fics, it is also one of my favourite bruce and damian fics. it is so witty and fun, but also hurts immensely. fics where the kids are forced to endure young bruce's ridiculousness is always a treat, and here it is infinitely more amusing because it's damian finding his father entirely silly.

Modus Tollens by fanfictiongreenirises

Dick is cursed to kill anyone he touches.

MY NOTES: this one is fantastic. really gut wrenching throughout and you really feel for dick when it gets tough, but the sweet ending makes up for all the pain. dick loves his family and his family loves him immensely.

I Used to Be an Adventurer Like You, Then I Took an Arrow to the Knee by audreycritter

Stephanie was just on patrol and now she’s stuck somewhere, sometime, with Bruce.

They bleed and bond and mostly try to keep each other alive— you know, just a Tuesday.

MY NOTES: don't mind me casually recommending just the best bruce and stephanie fic to ever be written. it is unhealthy how many times i have read this one. and it is time travel! this is my dream come true. it also features one of my most favourite studies on bruce and stephanie and what they represent to each other.

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone and Your Heart by MrMich

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

MY NOTES: there was a moment in time where i briefly made this fic my entire personality with how much i spoke about it. dare i say one of the best duke thomas centric fics and ITS TIME TRAVEL! it is so great. i have noticed that you rarely see tim as robin in time travel fics, and he is so lovely in this, especially his dynamic with duke. as always, young bruce is ridiculous, but how duke navigates through it all is so important to me.

OKAY i will stop here as i frantically try to shove the remaining 495 fics back into my metaphorical ao3 closet. i hope u like these anon! <3 also if you haven't already, check out all these authors other works too! they are all fantastic !!

#batfam #fic rec #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #stephanie brown #tim drake #duke thomas #fic reccomendations #time travel #canon divergence #can you tell im crazy insane about these fics yet #saki batfam fic recs

[the-empress-7]

The taller William stands, the more it drives his detractors crazy.

Same game, new rules. The things that used to get a rise out of Diana, the things that made her act crazy and, in some ways, literally crazy, do not work on William. He never bites. He learned at the foot of his mother. He watched his father, his father's mistress, and the Jobsons and Bashirs of the world take her soul bit by bit and there is nothing they can do to get even a nibble from him. They are now the ones being driven crazy. The crap they are coming up with in their frenzy to destabilize him like they destabilized his mother doesn't work and they are dumbfounded and frustrated as f.

The true tragedy in all this is that Diana's other son is chief marketer of this feeding frenzy. Married himself the Oz behind the curtain to help him, tossing all these bullshit tidbits out to the sharks in the water circling WK.

WK transcend always. Still, can you imagine the effort it has to take to deal with this bullshit day after day? Just the toxicity constantly hovering. I am not gonna lie. I'm looking for either a short yet-another-Charles reign or that William take his little family out of the monarchy entirely. Let Charles be responsible for the end of the monarchy, because ain't no fucking way the British public will tolerate H OR M anywhere near the throne.

Well said anon. This is why I say, William and Catherine will be fine no matter what happens. Strong people don't seek validation from others, that's what their inner self is for.

[jencsi]

A broody D.B Russell is a mood-

Straightened hair, it's been this way for months, even before we got here, I wondered why you did it, is it for him? Were you bored of the curls? You look better with them. 

The doctors keep telling me it's not wise to have two people wasting away here. I disagree. 

We messed up Jules, I messed up. 

I don’t think you hate me, I know you hate me.

Julie Finlay, born March 20th, 1968, in Philadelphia Pennsylvania. “In west Philadelphia born and raised...” Okay I’m sorry, I know you hate that song.

Blue eyes, blonde hair, 5’3, a mirror image of Catherine Willows no less. 

Thirty-five bruises, twenty two percent blood loss, a dozen staples, fifteen stitches, two transfusions, one scar across your forehead, the chunk of skull they fixed won’t show, so they say, drains, tubes, breathing on your own is a good thing, they can shock hearts, why not brains back to life?

Monthly charge- $2500. Interest- $800. Paid in full- March 15th 2015. Invoice complete. Receipt sent to Diebenkorn Russell. Card ending in 4879. 

I met Jules in May of 1994, Charlie wasn’t even born yet, can you believe that kiddo? 

Your eyes responded to light today, I could have swore your arm moved when they did it but the nurse didn’t see it. She must think I’m crazy. 

Power of attorney file, client confidentiality, password protect, BloodGirl528, crap, no, it’s Agnes, there we go, please advise, December 2014, in the event of a life-threatening injury, please refer all medical decisions to one Diebenkorn Russell and his wife Barbara, Las Vegas Nevada. You knew before I did Jules. 

“Baby if I could, change the world” You are the sunlight in my universe” damn this Clapton guy. 

Las Vegas reached a near record high of 95 today. That high pressure system will remain in place for the rest of the week. Folks, be sure to stay hydrated out there. 

Grandpa, when is Aunt Julie coming back from her trip? I need to tell her a secret.

Invoice complete. Payment received April 15th 2015. Card ending in 4879. 

A fever, you spiked a fever today, low grade, 100.1. April 20th 2015. Could be nothing, could be something. 

They had a funeral for Dan up in Seattle. I felt bad because none of us could be there for him but Kerri’s still healing, you’re here, I’m here…

One of the nurses had a birthday, they got pizza for her, I figured if you could smell it from down the hall, maybe you would wake up. 

She wouldn’t want to stay like this forever. How do you know what she wants? Me? What about you? What makes you so sure? Do you think you know her better than you know me? 

We are gathered here today, no that sounds like a wedding speech, damn, none of us want to gather for this….

Stop. 

D.B, you have a phone call, it's Ely State, they want to talk to you about the court date for Winthrop’s trial. “I’m not taking the stand Conrad, and we’re not presenting a single shred of our evidence unless Jules is with us, make the bastard wait in state pen a little while longer.”

“Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones” Proverbs 16:24. 

“I guess I can put two and two together. "Sometimes the answer's four," I said, "and sometimes it's twenty-two...” 

Stan’s Floral’s. Sunset Blvd. 702-...... 

The judge isn’t going to extend the waiting period any longer, he says I need to be ready to present my findings by May twentieth with or without a blood spatter expert. 

“I’ll be ready,” she rasps to him jokingly, eyes bright, smile meek but present "four days, that’s plenty of time.”

“Coma notwithstanding,” he bites back, soul on fire, fingers on her wrist, feeling her pulse, needing to be sure she was palpable, alive. 

Boy did he miss this. 

#db russell #julie finlay #just thoughts I can't get out into a full fic #ramblings #post coma things #csi cbs #writing #its getting better #but still not where I want it to be

[butwhatifidothis]

I could go on about so many things wrong with that chapter, but I want to draw attention to something I think Mercedes said. Cap, through her, brought in the anti-religious "Religious people are only doing good because their religion told them to, therefore they are not actually good people. Only non-religious people can do good because they aren't told to do it" crap. He's basically saying that people with religious belief would choose to do evil if not for their religion, and since Mercedes is going to be "good" she can't actually have religious faith. I'm not sure if this is making any sense, it's quite late, but I had to say something about that because it pissed me off so much. Loving your notes and much appreciation for reading the thing so I don't have to!

Ya see, I was looking for the right phrasing for it, thanks for givin' it nonnie because holy shit is that kinda actually everywhere. Like, Mercedes is the most blatant with it in this chapter, but just take a look at all of the other religious characters. Like, every single one of them:

Woobiegard: good person - has religious trauma, explicitly hates on the religion she used to have faith in, is straight up trying to destroy it, and is depicted as morally right in doing so

Marianne: good person - has fic-only religious trauma, talks bad about her religion all the time, prays because she doesn't know what else to do and not because she actually thinks the Goddess will help anyone (since she's learned The Truth due to Woobiegard)

Manuela: good person, but also completely irrelevant to anything - hell, it's easier to forget she's there than most characters, with a pitiful 94 mentions (including author's notes). You could remove her entirely and lose nothing. And the one, singular time she ever talks about religion, it's a slight tweak of her already ass-sucking Canongard A support

Yuri or Balthus: Respectively - has the implication of his existence through two throwaway lines | doesn't exist

Catherine and Gilbert: crazy zealots who can't be saved from their crazy zealotry

Alois: good person - can only not be a crazy zealot if he sides with Woobiegard

Cyril: not even a believer, but in a future chapter he will be called a fanatic anyway since he won't side with Woobiegard over Rhea

And then we get to Mercedes, who is a good person but feels she must be part of the Church because that is her destiny, and she can only become the best version of herself when she sides with Woobiegard. And while, save for Manuela, none of the listed characters are portrayed accurately regarding their religious believes (or lack thereof, in Cyril's case) (or alternatively, in Yuri and Bathus', they're just removed entirely), it cannot be stressed enough that for Mercedes in particular that is literally the exact opposite belief she holds in canon. She literally says that she thinks destiny is pulling her away from the Church, not towards it.

But that attitude is literally everywhere in this fic. If you are religious and you don't either worship Woobiegard or belittle your religion, you are a bad person. You are hopelessly fanatical, you are a zealot who is unable to be saved because you have been brainwashed and manipulated by Rhea and nothing of you is left. Believers lose themselves if they hold onto their beliefs, they change as people and they always become worse, because religion - according to this fic - is inherently bad for people and it must always be rejected for one to be a good person.

Like, of all of the things in this fic, this is one of the most consistent patterns to be found, holding hands with the "follow/listen to Woobiegard or you're a bad person" pattern. The fic will jump through hoops and circle in loops to make religious characters either turn their backs on their religion or become mindless brainless evil zealots who must be killed because they're basically zombies and nothing can save them.

Again, the most blatant example is Mercedes, who in this chapter basically has her religion hard-confirmed to be almost completely true. Crests, in fact, do come from the Goddess - not in the way the tenets say, but they do still come from an actual being that actually existed. Seiros is real, Cichol is real, Cethleann is real, and Mercedes had seen the Immaculate One in the flesh five years ago. The last of which would especially be validating, considering that the Immaculate One is seen as a creature that descends to Fodlan to save followers of Seiros and Woobiegard was causing a bit of trouble for followers of Seiros at that moment. The Saints really did battle against Nemesis and the Elites - how else would Mercedes immediately interpret Seteth saying "the relic weapons that we once battled against at the Tailtean Plains"? Why would Mercedes side with Seteth and Ficleth over Rhea, when they're clearly and blatantly hypocrites in this moment ("We were bad for using the Relic's powers all these years" Seteth says as he stands next to someone using his mother's corpse as a weapon and works under someone who got a NEW Relic made for her exclusive use)? Like, yeah, some of what Seteth is saying makes the Church look bad, but not as bad as his words make himself and Ficleth look.

But, again, Mercedes is a good person, which means that she will reject her religion at the drop of a hat. It doesn't matter how she gets there so long as she does get there, because Religion Bad. You made perfect sense nonnie lol never you worry

#ask #anon #o captain my captain #I can't imagine reading this fic as someone who actually IS religious because holy shit is the anti-religion rhetoric coated everywhere #''faith can be a sword or a shield'' says the fic as religious faith is strictly and only portrayed as the worst thing ever

[thelonesomequeen]

Our photo ops with Chris were on Saturday, and we got to meet Guillermo, as he was helping with the line flow once people were in the booth. Chris was playing music during his photos, and it was a fun 80s playlist; INXS, Journey, Blondie, Poison. During our first photo with him on Saturday (before his panel), as I was walking away I said "Congratulations, by the way!" and he got a big smile and said "Aw thanks!". We also met Tom, who, holy crap, is probably the most polite man I've ever met. AND SO TALL. When someone makes ME feel small (I'm 5'10) that's a big deal lol 🧜🏻‍♀️//

sorry you are lying because team PR anon’s are saying no one congratulated him. Haha.

Also Josh was there and Megan was hiding behind the curtain and Gully had disappeared no wait that might have only been at the autos I lose track with them. Also Maddy photoshopped Catherine’s deleted pic.

I’m glad you had a good time and Chris despite what others leave us to believe was happy.

Well, I was there and she wasn’t. I know what I saw. And heard. And did. 😆 🧜🏻‍♀️