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halsteadlover · 1 year

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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

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• Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: after a long day at work, the only thing Spencer wants to do is go back home to his family.

• Warnings: none, just fluff.

• Word count: 1814.

• A/N: here is my first Spencer fic. It’s ugly as fuck and I wanted it do be better but I hope you’ll like it, I’m sorry for this but it’s just a period of time where I’m not feeling 100% myself so that’s what I managed to do lol. Let me know what do you think, likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated. Thank you for your constant support. Love you all ❤️

Spencer was as tired as he'd been a few times in his life.

The case the team had worked on had been particularly stressful, tiring and draining like few others and even though it had only been four days since the team had left for Boston, it felt like they had lasted forever.

And the distance from his family helped to further increase this already particularly precarious state of mind. It wasn't the first time he was forced to fly away for days to another city for work but that didn't make it any easier, especially then, because it wasn't just you and him anymore, but there was also little Reid.

It was incredible how such a small little being had managed to turn his life upside down, in such an overwhelming way he couldn't even stay a minute without thinking of him and without feeling the desire to hold him in his arms and fill him with cuddles.

Even staying away from you had become much more difficult than he could’ve ever imagined. He couldn't quite explain why, but ever since the baby was born he felt the bond with you had strengthened even more. He had heard so many stories of couples who couldn't resist, who got carried away by events and weren't strong enough to overcome the present difficulties and it was impossible to explain why, God, he worshiped the earth you walked on and he would’ve done anything to ensure your well-being, after all it was the least he could do for the mother of his child.

Ever since you told him you were pregnant and throughout the pregnancy until you became parents, it was as if he started to look at you with different eyes and the love he felt towards you increased dramatically, which he didn't even believe possible since he already loved you like crazy like he never did in his life.

Seeing you become the beautiful mother you were meant to be, carrying his child, God, he would’ve impregnated you every day if he could and if it was simple.

If anyone had ever told him he’d find the love of his life, that he’d marry you and have a child with you, he would probably have burst out laughing because he never, ever expected to be overwhelmed by such joy and to experience such a miracle.

And it was enough for him to cross the threshold of your home for him to feel that emptiness inside him finally filled again, happiness crossing him when he heard your voice mixed with little Reid's giggles.

Spencer walked into the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest as he took a moment to watch you and your baby together. He was sitting in his high chair, his little legs and arms flapping in the air, his little face dirty with the food you desperately tried to give him but which he refused.

That simple scene put a huge smile onto Spencer's face and it was at that precise moment he wondered how he had ever lived without this.

You were gorgeous. Your hair gathered in a bun, your home clothes slightly soiled with food while you tried to distract your little one so you could feed him but in doing so you yourself distracted yourself, not realizing Spencer's presence.

Damn it, how had he gotten so lucky? What had he done to deserve such a perfect family?

“Hello my loves,” Spencer had announced and at that point you turned abruptly towards him, a huge smile on your face not expecting to see him and the spoon suspended in mid-air.

“Baby oh my god! When did you come back?!” you asked and before you could get up to say hello he approached you, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving you a kiss on your lips. He wanted that little kiss to last forever, making him realize how much he missed you, so much more than he thought.

“I just got back darling, I wanted to surprise you,” he replied with a smile on his lips and stroking your hair before returning his eyes to his baby, who at the mere sight of his father began to fidget more in his high chair, a huge smile on his little face. “And who do we have here? Hey, you little one! Come here to your pops.”

Before you could object by telling him you were trying to get him to eat, Spencer took him in his arms and the joy that overwhelmed him when after all that time he hugged his son again was priceless. “God I missed you so much little man,” he murmured as he kissed his little one's chubby cheeks not caring they were dirty with food. His laughter echoed through the kitchen, making your heart leap with joy.

It was so hard when Spencer was away for work, you couldn't deny it, but it was times like these that made the distance, the anxiety and worry worth it.

“You treated your gorgeous mom right huh? Have you been a good boy?” Spencer asked, as if his son could answer.

“Da-da-da...” the little boy kept babbling and you wanted to immortalize Spencer's expression after hearing his son say 'dad' for the first time.

“What?” Spencer murmured, incredulous, looking at you for a moment just to make sure you heard that too. “Can you repeat for me baby? Dada, yes say it again, da-da.”

“Da-da-...” your baby kept babbling while his sticky little hands continued to touch his father's face and it was at that moment you noticed Spencer's eyes fill with tears, while he tried to hold them back and not cry. Out of joy and contentment he started to kiss and tickle his baby, over and over again, eliciting uncontrolled laughter from him.

“Yeah! That's my buddy!” Spencer exclaimed before showering the boy with kisses, who kept squeezing and returning those kisses as best he could. “Yes! Oh my god! Yes I’m your dada!”.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he whispered, rubbing his nose tenderly against his son's. Your heart peeped into your chest and never as in that precise moment you felt more proud of your family, of the love your child would always receive from both parents.

You continued to watch that tender and very sweet scene, Spencer who continued to talk and look at his son as if he was the most beautiful of wonders.

Spencer wasn't joking when he said that little creature had saved his life, he made him a better husband, a better man, he made him love life even more and had made him understand how precious it was.

He had never been good at dealing with feelings, he was a scientific person, he believed in science, in evidence, in hypotheses that were verified, but everything that happened to him when he was with you, with his baby, was beyond rationality, the love he felt for you two couldn’t be described, it was a visceral love that could not be enclosed in a few simple words.

“You are the best thing that has happened to my life, your mom seriously couldn't have given me a better present and I am so proud of you,” he kissed mini Spencer's little forehead “I'm so sorry I was gone buddy, I’d never want to be away from you and your mama.”

He directed his gaze to you for an instant, a frown on his face as he noticed the tears streaming down your face, which you tried to wipe away in time but to no avail.

“Hey, baby what's wrong? Come here.”

Spencer drew you to him and surrounded your shoulders with his free arm, squeezing you and leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Nothing bad love, it's just… I'm so happy, you make me so happy. I couldn't ask for a better father for my son.”

He smiled but burst out laughing immediately afterwards when your baby stretched out his arm towards you and grabbed a lock of hair that had escaped the bun with his little hand, ruining that beautiful moment. Damn, how could a person of not even 50 centimeters tall have such strength?

“Hey, hey, no buddy no hurting mommy,” Spencer interjected, pulling your hair out of his hand.

“Oh you're so lucky you're so cute or you were going to have some problems mister, yeah! You're so cute baby, you like hurting mama yeah? Can you say mama?” you said smiling, however pointing a finger at him while instead he continued to laugh and giggle in Spencer's arms, amused by the situation.

“Da-dada-da…”

Your smile instantly disappeared from your face and Spencer started laughing heartily again, head thrown back.

“Yeah! That's my little boy! Dada yes!” he exclaimed, lifting him back into the air a couple of times before showering him with kisses.

“Oh so that’s how are things going mister? Did I go through 20 hours of labor for being disrespected like this?” you affirmed with feigned disappointment and hands on hips, but trying not to smile when you saw Spencer jumping and playing with the baby.

“I love you mommy but I love dada more,” Spencer raised his voice a couple of octaves in an attempt to mimic a child's.

“You're gonna pay so much for this Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“I’ll wait for you with immense pleasure my darling,” he winked at you and just that small action made you want to have ten more children.

You sighed, shaking your head in mock disappointment. “Since you're such best friends you'll be the one to keep feeding him while I'm going to take a nice hot bath,” you approached Spencer, giving him a kiss on the cheek and whispering in his ear “And I'll think of you so intensely when I'll be naked as I soap my wet body and touch myself.”

Spencer was mesmerized and paralyzed for a moment, his blood instantly flowing to his private parts at the mere thought of you naked. His eyes scanned every inch or of your body, devouring your ass with his gaze until your figure disappeared down the aisle.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, “You heard that buddy?” he turned to the baby “How about we take a deal? Now you'll be a good boy and you'll eat everything okay? So I'll give you a nice bath and you'll go to sleep, because dad misses mom so much and he would love to be alone with her. Yes little one, you’re such a good little boy,” he continued carefully placing his baby in his high chair and tying the hooks before starting to feed him again “I’m so proud of you, yes keep eating so in a while it will be dada's turn to pull mama’s hair.”

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like-butterflies-and-glitter · 4 months

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i am thinking about house of the dead i am thinking about jackrose and jackianto i am thinking about orpheus and eurydice shrimp emotions are being felt

Ianto and Jack quotes from The House of The Dead / Children of Earth: Day Four + the quote inspired by this post / Talk by Hozier / Orpheus Mourning the Death of Eurydice (1814) by Ary Scheffer

#janto insanity has once again taken over me #janto #captain jack harkness #jack harkness #ianto jones #torchwood #the house of the dead #are you telling me no one else thought of orpheus and eurydice?#shrimp emotions were had and had to be spread

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wht-am-i-doin · 11 days

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Driver's Ranked by Year

Ok, this is going to be a long one because I don't want to spam, so everybody buckle up

Disclaimer: This is not my personal ranking of the ships, this is purely based on how I view the historical event that takes place in the year that the numbers make up. I will happily further explain any of the events, my analysis of the events with the ship, and why I ranked them that way if anybody is interested. I tried to get a variety, but I am better with western history so there is more of skew towards western history. I have used both CE and BCE years to create more variety. As with everything with RPF, I do not believe any of these drivers are together and this is all in good fun, if you don't want to view it as ships view them as teammates! All images are pulled from google.

okie dokie here we go, Hope you enjoy!!

*means that it is in the area of that time period and do not have exact date or may occur over multiple years

1. Maxiel - 31 BCE

Jesus was crucified in 31 BCE

2. Simi - 75 BCE

Julius Caesar was kidnapped by pirates and demanded a higher ransom in order to be saved

3. Lestappen - 1633 CE

Galileo was convicted of Heresy for saying the earth goes around the sun

4. Brocedes - 644 CE

Zenkoji temple is built by Empress Kogyoku

5. Zhou + Mick - *4724 BCE

Earliest form of photo-writing in history

6. Yukierre - ~2210 BCE

Hale Bopp comet is seen and won't be seen again until 1997 CE, about 4,000 years later

7. Landoscar - ~814 BCE

Homer was born

8. Fernando + Esteban - 1431 CE

Joan of Arc is burned at the stake

9. Zhou + Valtteri - ~7724 BCE

Tollmann's hypothetical bolide which led to global cataclysm, i.e. the great flood

10. Loscar - ~812 BCE

Olmecs began to build their pyramids, earliest pyramids from mesoamerica

11. Lewis + Charles - 1644 CE

one of eight years to contain each roman numeral once- MDCLXIV

12. Oscar + Zhou - ~2481 BCE

Construction of Stonehenge

13. Esteban + Pierre - ~3110 BCE

Narmer reigns and unifies Egypt for the first time

14. Carlos + Max - 551 BCE

Confucius was born

15. Sewis - 544 BCE

Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War, was born

16. Esteban + Lance - 1831 CE

Victor Hugo publishes the Hunchback of Notre Dame in Paris

17. George + Lewis - ~6344 BCE

Great Britain and Ireland separated from the main land and became Islands

18. Oscar + Max - 181 CE

Lake Taupo Volcano erupts in New Zealand and is seen in both China and Rome

19. Max + Lewis - 441 BCE

Sophocles writes Antigone, one of the first greek tragedies

20. Lewis + Valtteri - ~7744 BCE

Agriculture starts to develop in the Americas

21. Fernando + Lance - 1814 CE

The Great Stock exchange fraud is exposed in London

22. Logan + Alex - 232 BCE

Gaius Flaminius distributes land to Plebians after the Punic Wars in the North

23. Lando + Daniel - 43 CE

Roman conquest of Britain

24. Lando + Max - 41 BCE

Mark Antony meets Cleopatra VII

25. Charles + Pierre - 1610 CE

Tragedy of Macbeth's first performance

26. Nico + Kevin - ~2027 BCE

The Epic of Gilgamesh is written

27. Galex - ~2363 BCE

Hekla 4 eruption with a VEI 5, explosive eruptions, but nobody was hurt

28. Charles + Lando - 164 BCE

Halley's Comet makes its appearance, occurs once every 75 years

29. Checo + Max - 111 BCE

Spartacus was born

30. George + Lando - 634 CE

The Siege of Damascus

31. Carlando - 455 CE

King Generic sacks Rome

32. Charles + Carlos - 1655 CE

Saturn's largest moon, Titan, is discovered

33. Charles + Sebastian - 165 CE

Antonine plague decimated the Roman Empire and China

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joachimnapoleon · 7 months

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It’s been a while since I’ve done some Gourgaudposting. Here is his entry from 18 September 1817, featuring Napoleon’s commentary on Junot, which shares some noticeable parallels to Napoleon’s St Helena rants about Murat—he committed nothing but sottises (follies/stupidities), he was a womanizer, he never should’ve been promoted so high etc.

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Thursday, 18 (September 1817) – At 5 o’clock, the Emperor pays a visit to Mme de Montholon. The colonel of the 12th Regiment, arriving to the island from France, goes to Bertrand’s, asks to be received, but His Majesty responds that he is indisposed.

After my dinner, His Majesty summons me, treats me well, and speaks to me of the Russian campaign. “At Ostrowo and Witebsk, I managed to cut the Russian army off from the road to Petersburg. At Smolensk, Junot committed nothing but follies, as well as at Valoutina; I sent you there. It was you who came to tell me he could cut off the Russian rearguard, but that he couldn’t decide to go ahead with it. You asked him: Monsieur le Duc, if the Emperor inquires why you have not marched, how should I answer him? He replied in an embarrassed tone: ‘You say that night has come and that I’ve taken position.’ So, I dismissed him at night.” – “In the morning, Your Majesty, on horseback, sent General Denorval to prevent me from waking up, because I was tired. This surprised everyone, and they thought my fortune had been made.”

The Emperor, after a moment of silence, resumed the conversation: “I met Junot at the siege of Toulon. He was quartermaster in a battalion of the Côte-d’Or; I needed writers, I had requested one from Gavais, commandant at Fontainebleau in 1814, who was then at the head of this battalion. He sent me two of them. Junot arrived first, I took him, he pleased me. Being, the same day, in my battery, I had him write a letter; a cannonball covered us with earth, and he exclaimed: Good, there’s the ash for the letter! He had a superb hand, and he remained with me. The other quartermaster was, a long time afterwards, still a noncommissioned officer, while Junot had a great advancement. Such is fate. Junot has never been anything but a swashbuckler, a ferocious philanderer. He loved to surround himself with nobles. I never should have given him command; in the last days, he wanted to be marshal. At Valoutina, he was already insane.”

His Majesty critiques the book attributed to him.

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Source: General Gourgaud, Sainte-Hélène - journal inedit de 1815 à 1818.

#Jean-Andoche Junot #Napoleon #Napoleon Bonaparte #Gourgaud #St Helena #1817

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thelastrenaissance · 2 months

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Taras Hryhorovych Shevchenko (9 March 1814) was a Ukrainian poet, writer, artist, public and political figure, folklorist and ethnographer.

PRAYER

To me, God, while on earth I wend

Grant love, Lord, heart-felt paradise;

I ask no more; that will suffice.

To toiling folk, All-Gracious Lord

On land robbed from them, without end

Let Thy strength from on high descend.

And for the pure in heart? Round them

Let Thine angels aye attend,

And their purity defend.

And as for me, dear Lord, grant love

For truth and right to the world's end,

And grant me a sincere true friend.

And to us all on earth, grant we

In amity may ever wend,

And true fraternal love, O send.

Taras Shevchenko, Kobzar

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alienejj · 3 months

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Still new to aesthetically taking pictures of books, so please forgive me. I really like the dark academia aesthetic and I'm trying to replicate it in my daily writing blogs and general book posts. Here are some of my favourite lines:

"And thou, strange Star, ascendant at my birth which rained, they said, kind influence on the earth so from great parents sprung I dared to boast Fortune my friend..." - From a poem written By Mary Shelley.

"How much is lost by those who pass their lives in cities - They are never visited by those sweet feelings which to recollect alone is heaven ... how boundless and terrific would be their surprise if they could suddenly become philosophers and view things in their true and beautiful point of view." - From the journals of Claire Clairmont, 17 August 1814.

Taken from the biography were the author quotes from the jorunals of Mary Shelley's step-sister.

"Be happy. Resolve to be happy, Godwin urged her on 17 August. You deserve to be so. Everything that interferes with it is weakness and wandering; and a woman like you, can, must, shall, shake it off." - From a letter William Godwin sent to Mary Wollstonecraft.

Taken from the biography, the author includes a snippet of correspondence between Mary Shelley's parents.

I made the silly green bookmark. when I buy books I rip out the first page that has the title of the book and the author's name and I craft a bookmark using that page of the book.

I loved this biography and could not get enough of it. The author is incredibly talented, to have written over 600 pages of a nonfiction book that had me hooked from the first page. Her writing is poetic, and lyrical, rivalling the author she writes about.

I'm only now realising my mistake, I've only posted the quotes she quoted from other sources and not her writing, so the next post I make about this book I'll show samples of her own writing.

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larobeblanche · 6 months

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Anne-François-Louis Janmot (French, 1814-1892) • Poème de l'âme 11: Virginitas • 1854 • Musée des Beaux-Arts, Lyon, France

Above is one of 34 images Louis Janmot created for the epic series Le Poème de l’âme (Poem of the Soul) The collection consists of no less than 34 images, of which the first eighteen are painted in oils, and the remaining sixteen are in charcoal. Miraculously, the complete series is still together, in the Musée des Beaux-Arts in Lyon, France. The series is accompanied by the poem, which consists of more than 2,000 verses. It recounts the initiatory journey of a soul on Earth. As much a literary work as a graphic one, ‘The Poem of the Soul’ also draws on philosophy and religion.

Sources:

The Eclectic Light Co.

Google Arts & Culture

Wikiart

The Women Gallery

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peterpparkrr · 1 year

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(Not) the same as it was - Ch. 5 | A Bridgerton Series

Series: (Not) the same as it was

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x OFC (Josephine Wescott)

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: A young Anthony and Jo are reunited in the aftermath of Edmund Bridgerton’s death. In 1814, Anthony Bridgerton tries to make amends.

A/N: We're back! Apologies for the heartbreak in this chapter (but perhaps the angst makes way for a lil something-something?)

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Aubrey Hall, Kent, 1803

“Oh, Anthony,” Josephine murmured as she embraced Anthony tightly. “I am so sorry.”

Josephine’s family returned to Kent as soon as word came. Mrs. Saville, Jo’s mother, was eager to be by Violet’s side and support her closest friend through this loss. And Jo was desperate to see Anthony.

Josephine had never experienced a loss. Not one of this magnitude. But she could only imagine that it was devastating for Anthony. She wanted to support him through this grief. They would be sharing their lives together, and she was desperate to prove that she was up for helping Anthony shoulder this burden.

“There are some things that we need to speak of,” Anthony replied.

Jo nodded as she let go of Anthony. She’d barely noticed that Anthony hadn’t truly embraced her in return until she moved to take his arm and realized he hadn’t offered it to her.

Instead, they walked separately as Anthony led them into the side gardens of the Bridgerton estate.

“Whatever I can do to help you, Anthony, please, say the word,” Josephine told him as they moved away from the house.

“Yes, exactly,” Anthony replied as he stopped walking, turning to Jo abruptly.

“I cannot marry you.”

Jo merely stared at Anthony in shock.

“I’m so sorry, Jo, believe me, I am, I didn’t intend to string you along,” Anthony continued. “But trust me, this will be better for us both in the long run.”

Jo, for perhaps the first time in her life, did not speak. Her mouth remained uncharacteristically closed as her expression shifted from one of confusion and shock to poorly restrained sadness as she realized this wasn’t some sort of poorly executed joke, nor was it a mere deference of their inevitable marriage.

He was throwing her off.

“One day you will thank me for this,” Anthony added.

Jo’s head had begun to shake as she still struggled to form words, her thoughts and fears prompting a loose ramble as she tried to understand what was happening.

“No, Anthony, I love you, I- I’ll wait as long as you need, I’ll be patient and when you’re ready then we can-”

“No,” Anthony stated firmly. Harsher than he’d intended to. It felt like a slap across Jo’s face. “I will never marry you.”

“But…,” Jo stuttered.

“I don’t love you,” Anthony told Jo. It was almost impossible for Anthony to get out the lie. But he needed Josephine to let him go. And this would do it. He was certain of it. Even if the barbed words scarred his own mouth as he spat them out.

It would break her heart. And his heart too. But it would save her from a lifetime of regret. From the complete and utter destruction that his mother was currently experiencing.

She would thank him. One day. When he left this earth and she was still here.

Anthony’s mother was practically comatose. She hadn’t left her chambers since it had happened. She wouldn’t speak. Barely ate. The doctor was still unsure of whether or not the baby would live.

Anthony refused to put Jo through that.

He loved her, so he needed to let her go.

“I have much to attend to so I will take my leave,” Anthony said as he tried not to look into Jo’s face, to be faced with her silent tears.

“Goodbye, Jo,” He added before he turned and made his way back to Aubrey Hall, turning his back on her.

And Jo stood in the Bridgerton’s garden, watching Anthony disappear through the door before she finally felt her legs give out from under her as she fell to the ground and a sob broke through her chest.

He had never looked back.

It was weeks later that Anthony and Jo spoke again. Josephine had tried to speak to him at Edmund’s funeral, but Anthony had resoundly ignored her. After that, she’d resigned herself to the fact that Anthony would not change his mind. Not anytime soon. And though her mother would be staying to support Violet, she insisted that Jo and her father needed to return to London.

Jo had been out on a morning ride when she spotted Anthony out on his own early morning ride. Before it had been improper for the two of them to ride together alone, they’d frequently shared early morning rides through their families' property.

“My father and I are returning to London, tomorrow,” Josephine called out to Anthony as she cantered her horse toward him.

“Safe travels,” He replied with a polite nod.

“Do you have anything else you wish to say to me?” Jo asked. She didn’t hide her disbelief. She didn’t want to. And she couldn’t have if she tried.

She and Anthony had known each other their entire lives. She’d never once expected him to ignore her. To act as if they were strangers.

“Not particularly, is there something you wish for me to say?” Anthony asked.

“No, I suppose not,” Josephine replied with a hiss.

“Goodbye, Anthony,” She muttered before she urder her horse foward and took off back toward her house.

Saville House, London, 1814

“Anthony,” Jo stated as she looked up from her correspondence in surprise. She had been so focued on her letter that she’s heard her butler announce someone but hadn’t been listening to the name until she look up to see Anthony Bridgerton standing before her. “What are you doing here?”

“Lady Wescott,” He greeted her with a small bow.

Anthony hadn’t been to Jo’s family’s London house in over ten years. Not much had changed. It was small and cozy.

“I felt I owed you an apology,” Anthony told Jo as he stood awkwardly in the middle of he sitting room. “The things that I said yesterday were… unkind.”

“Yes,” Jo replied with a nod of agreement. “They were.”

“And I am sorry,” Anthony replied.

Jo nodded, quietly waiting for him to continue.

“You said things that were unkind as well,” Anthony added when Jo didn’t reply.

“You want me to apologize to you?” Jo asked as her eyebrows shot up.

“Well,” Anthony stammered.

“You are a ridiculous man, Anthony,” Jo replied as she shook her head in disbelief. “After everything you haven’t changed a bit.”

She should have realized that Anthony would expect an apology of his own. He could never uflly own up to his mistakes, why would he start now.

“We both said things that we regret,” Anthony reiterated.

“We? The two of us are not a unit, Anthony, you made certain of that,” Jo muttered as she pressed a hand to the top of her head. “I told you what you needed to hear.”

“We’ve both made mistakes in the past, Jo, and you know that the same as I,” Anthony replied. Why was she being so impossible? If anyone hadn’t changed since they were young, it was Jo. She could never just let things go, could she? The stubborn little minx.

“We were both foolish and young! You expect me to believe your marriage was a happy one? That you did not regret marrying the Earl?”

“They are hardly the same thing,” Jo hissed as she stood from her desk abruptly.

He had nearly made the same mistake last night. Trying to act as if she had thrown him over, instead of the other way around.

“You married someone else!” Anthony shouted at her.

“Because you told me you would never marry me!”

“I had just lost my father!”

“I am keenly aware of that fact!” Jo spat at him. “I could have been patient. I told you as much. That I’d wait as long as you needed. And you told me that we could never be together. That you didn’t love me. So I apologize for not seeing how any of that has changed.”

Anthony fell silent. He’d held his breath without even realizing it as he realized he wasn’t othe only one who seemed to remember their conversations all these years later.

“I do not want to fight with you, Anthony,” Jo finally said with a deep sigh as she finally regained some semblance of calm. “We will never agree on this. That is plainly clear to me now.”

“You cannot pretend that my actions were not a direct result of yours. You forced my hand. Do not expect me to apologize for your own misgivings.”

“I…I am sorry. At the time…” Anthony trailed off as he tried to explain his teenaged logic. “Well, I thought it was the only thing to do. And some part of you must have agreed because you listened.”

She’d married the earl a few months after they’d left. Obviously, she hadn’t truly meant it when she said she’d wait for him.

“You broke my heart, Anthony,” Jo replies as she holds onto the back of the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white. “I had to marry. I had no choice.”

Aubrey Parish, Kent, 1803

Her father explained to Jo why her mother had been so set on the season on the carriage ride back to London.

Jo had a comparable dowry thanks to her mother’s inheritance, but her father’s income could not support her parents and Jo forever.

She would have to marry. And if Anthony Bridgerton was no longer interested… well, she would have to look elsewhere. Her parents had spared no expense on her season. It would be a struggle to afford another one next year if she couldn’t find a match by the end of this one.

When they returned to London the news of the spectacular end of Anthony Bridgerton and Josephine Saville’s courtship had already made the rounds twice over.

The rejection of a man who was now a Viscount had left Josephine adrift. Most of the young men in London saw Anthony’s rejection of her as a final stamp on her rejection as a possible bride. She’d spent the next few weeks standing on the edges of parties and balls. A true wallflower with an empty dance card and a stormy disposition to match.

It wasn’t much later that her father introduced her to Lord Wescott.

The wedding was set for August. In Kent at the parish church.

The last time she had been in the church had been for Edmund Bridgerton’s funeral only two months earlier.

The wedding felt similarly somber in Josephine’s heart.

But she couldn’t help but wonder if Anthony would attend. The Bridgertons had all been invited. Violet was still unwell. But she’d seen Benedict in town when she’d arrived and he’d told her the children would attend. Neither one of them spoke of Anthony.

A part of her imagined that she would walk down the aisle and Anthony would burst into the church and object.

That he would rescue her.

Because if he had ever truly loved her? He would stop the wedding.

But that didn’t happen.

Josephine Saville walked down the aisle arm in arm with her father and she walked back down the aisle Lady Josephine Wescott.

It was arm in arm with her new husband that she saw him. As they were walking down the aisle she saw him, standing in between little Eloise and Frannie, staring back at her with a polite smile, clapping along with everyone else as she set off to start her new life.

And it was in that moment that Jo’s heart well and truly broke.

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

March 26, 2024

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

MAR 27, 2024

At about 1:30 this morning, local time, the Dali, a 985-foot (300 m) container ship operating under a Singapore flag, struck the steel Francis Scott Key Bridge in Baltimore, Maryland, that spans the lower Patapsco River and outer Baltimore Harbor. The bridge immediately collapsed.

Eight maintenance workers were on the bridge repairing potholes when the ship hit. Two were rescued from the water, but the other six remain missing. Search and rescue operations were complicated by twisted metal and debris from the collapsed bridge. This evening, the Coast Guard called off its search. Tomorrow morning, divers will begin recovery efforts.

It is possible there were motorists on the bridge, too, but fewer than there might otherwise have been. Crew members issued a “Mayday” call—an internationally recognized word meaning distress—that Maryland police heard. At 1:27, police radio recorded an officer saying a ship had lost control of its steering as it approached the bridge, and to stop traffic and evacuate the area. There were cars submerged in the water, but they may have belonged to the construction workers.

The loss of the bridge will tangle traffic and disrupt supply chains. Named for the Maryland lawyer who in 1814 wrote the poem that became the national anthem, the Francis Scott Key bridge carries I-695, the Baltimore Beltway, and is used by about 30,000 people a day.

The Port of Baltimore is one of the nation’s largest shipping hubs, especially for both imports and exports of cars and light trucks. About 850,000 vehicles go through that port every year. So does more than 20% of the nation’s coal exports. In 2023 the port moved a record-breaking $80 billion worth of foreign cargo. Now the shipping lane is closed and must be cleared of debris.

“There is no question this will be a major and protracted impact on supply chains,” Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg said from Baltimore today.

Perhaps learning from the 2023 East Palestine, Ohio, train derailment, when the government response was fast but quiet and thus opened a window for right-wing complaints they weren’t doing enough, the administration was out front today. Buttigieg rushed to the scene from a trip out West, and Maryland governor Wes Moore told reporters Buttigieg had called him at 3:30 am, just two hours after the crash.

By around 6:00 am, the National Transportation Safety Board already had a team of 24 people on the scene to launch an investigation into the cause of the collision.

Speaking today, President Joe Biden said: “I’ve directed my team to move heaven and earth to reopen the port and rebuild the bridge as soon as…humanly possible. And we’re going to work hand in hand…to support Maryland, whatever they ask for. And we’re going to work with our partners in Congress to make sure the state gets the support it needs. It’s my intention that federal government will pay for the entire cost of reconstructing that bridge, and I expect…the Congress to support my effort.”

Former member of President Obama’s 2012 campaign Jason Karsh noted Biden’s speech and said on social media: “[B]ecause Biden got infrastructure spending done for the first time in over a generation, and because [Pennsylvania] was able to rebuild that bridge that collapsed in record time, Dem[ocrat]s have the credibility to say things like this. Competence in government matters.”

It remains far too soon for any solid understanding of what caused the deadly crash.

Despite the impossibility of solid information in the hours immediately after the collision—or perhaps because of it—verified accounts on X (formerly Twitter) began spreading conspiracy theories. They posted that the accident was linked to terrorism, Jewish people, or diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) programs. “Did anti-white business practices cause this disaster?” one posted. Conspiracy theorist Alex Jones wrote that the collision was “deliberate” and that “WW3 has already started.”

Technology reporter Taylor Lorenz, who studies social media patterns, explained in the Washington Post that many of these accounts are “engagement farming.” This is the practice of posting extremist comments to generate attention, which can then be monetized by, for example, getting a cut of advertising that appears near those comments. Comments with heavy engagement can receive thousands of dollars.

For a long time now, America’s political right has riled people up with wild political rhetoric to get them to buy stuff. Just today, Trump began to hawk Bibles for $59.99, plus shipping and handling, with a video message saying “Religion and Christianity are the biggest things missing from this country, and I truly believe we need to bring them back…. That’s why our country’s going haywire—we’ve lost religion in our country.”

That system appeared to be in play as Trump supporters apparently flocked to today’s public offering of the Trump Media & Technology Group, the company behind the Truth Social app, sending the stock upward 16%. That surge would value the company at more than $7 billion, although in the first nine months of last year it had only about $3 million in sales and lost nearly $50 million. Julian Klymochko, founder and CEO of Accelerate Financial Technologies, told NPR’s Rafael Nam that the $7 billion valuation “is completely detached from any sort of fundamentals.”

Buying stock in the company is “more of a political movement or just a speculative meme stock [a stock driven by social media] that’s completely detached or unrelated to the underlying business fundamentals of Truth Social,” Klymochko said.

As well as convincing supporters to buy products, extremist rhetoric can push them toward violence. Yesterday, John Keller, the head of a Department of Justice task force set up to protect election workers, told reporters Trump’s lie that the 2020 presidential election was stolen has put the U.S. in a “new era” in which election workers are “scapegoated, targeted, and attacked.”

Today, on his social media network, Trump attacked individuals related to his upcoming election interference case. He lashed out at one of the prosecutors on Manhattan district attorney Alvin Bragg’s staff who previously worked for the Justice Department; Judge Juan Merchan, the judge in his upcoming criminal case for election interference; and the judge’s daughter. Of the judge and his daughter, Trump told his angry followers: “These COUNTRY DESTROYING SCOUNDRELS & THUGS HAVE NO CASE AGAINST ME. WITCH HUNT!”

Legal analyst Joyce White Vance of Civil Discourse called out Trump’s “rank effort at intimidating the judge by threatening his family,” which she said “merits a gag order but also serious pushback from [Republican] leadership—which we know won't come.”

Republican leadership indeed stayed quiet, but the judge noted Trump’s pattern of using “threatening, inflammatory, [and] denigrating” statements against individuals in his legal cases and placed a gag order on him. Merchan noted that in the past, Trump’s statements had intimidated the individual targeted and required them to hire protection.

Trump can still talk about Merchan or Bragg, but he cannot comment on any attorney, court staff member, or family member of prosecutors or lawyers. He can’t make statements about any potential or actual juror.

Other news today suggests that Americans outside the MAGA bubble are turning against the poisonous politics that appeals to fear and hatred so its perpetrators can gain money or power.

The outrage over NBC’s hiring of former Republican National Committee chair Ronna McDaniel was so strong that today the chair of NBC News, Cesar Conde, emailed staff to tell them he had “decided that Ronna McDaniel will not be an NBC News contributor.” McDaniel had trafficked in lies to support Trump and had worked with him to overturn the results of the 2020 presidential election.

When the U.S. Supreme Court heard arguments in FDA v. Alliance for Hippocratic Medicine today, observers thought the justices seemed inclined to back away from the decision of extremist antiabortion judge Matthew Kacsmaryk taking the abortion drug mifepristone off the market. Antiabortion activists have long sought to ban abortion nationwide, but a strong majority of Americans support reproductive rights and have made their wishes known at the ballot box.

Voters’ frustration with the extremists who have captured the Republican Party appeared to be behind the results in today’s special election for a seat in the Alabama legislature. There, voters in a swing district elected a Democrat, who ran on protecting abortion access, to replace a Republican. In 2022 that Democrat, Marilyn Lands, won about 45% of the vote. Today she won almost 65% of it.

LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

HEATHER COX RICHARDSON

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Resolution of the General Assembly of the Missouri Territory for the relief of the inhabitants of the County of New Madrid who have suffered by earthquake

Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: Petitions and Memorials Referred to the Committee on Public LandsFile Unit: Petitions and Memorials, Resolutions of State Legislatures, and Related Documents Which Were Referred to the Committee on Public Lands during the 13th Congress

A Resolution for the relief of the Inhabitants of the County of New Madrid Whereas in the Catalogue of miseries and afflictions, with which it has pleased the supreme being of the universe, to visit the Inhabitants of this earth, there are none more truly awful and destructive than Earthquakes. Man's wisdom can not foresee nor his precaution guard against them. For whatever sections of the habitable world, this wreck of matter, these convulsions of nature occur; they do not fail profoundly to impress us with awe; and to excite our astonishment at their terrible effects. As members of the great human family, our deepest commiserations should not fail to be excited, and our hearts expanded with charity for the relief of those whose lives are saved from the general wreck. We ought never to forget that what was their fate Yesterday may be ours tomorrow. And Whereas it is notorious to this general assembly, that the Inhabitants of the late District now County of New Madrid in this Territory; have lately been visited with several calamities of this kind, which have deluged large portions of their Country and involved in the greatest distress, many families, whilst others have been entirely ruined, whole districts of country have been depopulated and many valuable farms utterly destroyed. Many of these our unfortunate fellow citizens are now wandering about without a home to go or a roof to shelter them from the pitiless Storms. And whereas the best light in which these Calamities are viewed by the enlightened humane government of the United States, has been conspicuously manifested, by their liberal Arbitration in favor of the Sufferers at Carracas, this General Assembly can not therefore doubt but what it will be equally ready to extend relief to a portion of it's own Citizens, under similar Circumstances. Be it therefore resolved by the General Assembly for the Territory of Missouri, that they do recommend the Inhabitants of the said County of New Madrid, who have thus suffered to the consideration of the National Legislature, and that in the opinion of the said general assembly provisions ought to be made by law, for granting to the said Inhabitants relief, either out of the public lands or in such other way as may seem meet to the wisdom and Liberality of the general government. George Bullitt St. Louis, January12th 1814 Speaker of the House of Representatives William Clark S. Hammond Governor of the Missouri Territory President of the Legislative Counsel

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Our Morning Offering – 26 December – Sleep, Holy Babe

Our Morning Offering – 26 December – “The Month of the Divine Infancy and the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary” – Within the Octave Sleep, Holy BabeBy Fr Edward Caswell C.Orat. (1814-1878) Sleep, holy Babe, Upon Thy Mother’s breast!Great Lord of earth and sea and sky,How sweet it is to see Thee lieIn such a place of rest! Sleep, holy Babe, Thy Angels watch around,All bending…

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On June 13th 1814 The Strathnaver Clearances began on the Sutherland estates. Families were given half an hour to remove their belongings before their cottages were set on fire.

Strathnaver was part of the estate of the Countess of Sutherland and her husband the Marquis of Stafford. They had decided to “improve” their lands by turning them over to profitable sheep farming and were intent on moving their tenants to new villages built on the coast.

From 1814, the evicitions were undertaken by the Sutherland Estate factor, Patrick Sellar. He was ruthless in his actions, destroying homes and burning crops to force people from their land. His actions were so extreme that in April 1816 Sellar stood trial in Inverness on a variety of charges including fire raising and culpable homicide. However, he was acquitted and returned to Strathnaver where he had leased a large area of the land to farm sheep.

There are the remains of many abandoned townships throughout the Strath, the best known of these being Rosal. This is mainly thanks to Donald Macleod, a native of that township, who witnessed the clearances and wrote passionately about them. He is remembered in a memorial close to the site of the settlement.

One of those affected by the clearances was Annie Mackay, who was a child at the time, years later she wrote the following poem

‘Twas not the beacon light of war, Nor yet the “slogan” cry, That chilled each heart, and blanched each cheek, In the country of Mackay, And made them march with weary feet, As men condemned to die.

Ah! had it been their country’s foe That they were called to brave, How loudly would the piobrachd sound, How proud their “bratach” wave; How joyfully each man would march, Tho’ marching to his grave.

No! ‘Twas a cruel, sad behest, An alien chief’s command, Depriving them of house and home, Their country and their land; Dealing a death-blow at their hearts, Binding the “strong right hand”.

Slowly and sadly, down the glen They took their weary way, The sun was shining overhead Upon that sweet spring day, And earth was throbbing with the life Of the great glad month of May.

The deer were browsing on the hills, And looked with wondering eye; The birds were singing their songs of praise, The smoke curled to the sky, And the river added its gentle voice To nature’s melody.

No human voice disturbed the calm, No answering smile was there, For men and women walked along, Mute pictures of despair; This was the last sad Sabbath they Would join in praise and prayer.

And men were there whose brows still bore The trace of many scars, Who oft their vigils kept with death Beneath the midnight stars, Where'er their country needed men, Brave men to fight her wars.

And grey-haired women tall and strong, Erect and full of grace, Meet mothers of a noble clan, A brave and stalwart race, And many a maiden young and fair, With pallid, tear-stained face.

They met upon the river’s brink, By the church so old and grey, They could not sit within its walls Upon this sunny day; The Heavens above would be their dome, And hear what they would say.

The preacher stood upon a bank, His face was pale and thin, And, as he looked upon his flock, His eyes with tears were dim, And they awhile forgot their grief, And fondly looked at him.

There are still people who underplay what happened during The Clearances, on e main denier is that eejit Neil Oliver, now many of you will know, and like the TV shows he has been involved in, but he is an absolute tool of a man, I should only have to point out he is employed by the right wing broadcaster GB News to show the mans mettle, but check out the article on this link for more on him

You can find more pics and info on the Clearances herehttp://www.abandonedcommunities.co.uk/page31.html

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the marvel masterlist.

context:

The Reader is an oc but…with your name lol. As a hero, they are a spiritual witch that uses water magick, spellcasting, and herbs to protect others around them. This magick is taught traditionally, and they are very talented with their magick. Born in a plane above another dimensional earth known as Hiyas sa Tubig. However, they have no memories of ever living there. After the plane was devastated with destruction in fire and flame, their Goddess Mayari merged with the last of her followers’ spirit and sent the reader to a safe dimension where they can restart their life safely. But between Mayari truly supplying their magick, the unnatural merging into a mortal’s body, and the magick to conceal all wounds in order to keep them alive, it will only be a matter of time where they—along with their family and friends—realize the truth of who they really are.

This reader is the same for both Marvel and DC fanfictions. The reader is also a person of color, specifically Filipino (Mayari is an important figure to indigenous witches like me), but there is no reason to not be able to enjoy the plots for what they are. :) It’s just that representation matters, even in smaller writing genres like ‘x reader’ fanfictions. Please, however, be respectful to my culture. That would really mean a lot to me. Lastly, the reader is disabled and uses a wheelchair due to the reality of their condition. They do, however, float upright if they are using the full extent of their magick when fighting crime.

series:

Bridgerton x Marvel: The Race Against Time

chapters:

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9 | ch. 10

Summary: During the process of returning the stones back to their original timelines, Steve Rogers encounters a mysterious masked man who has somehow acquired a quantum suit. After their fight, the stranger sent all infinity stones scattered back in time and scattered throughout Grosvenor Square, 1814. When they ask for help from you, the only witch who’s gift is travel through time, to travel back in time and retrieve the stones, what dangers await on this new adventure?

Timeline: Post-Endgame 2023, Grosvenor Square, 1814.

Pairings: Stephen Strange x Reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Reader.

individual oneshots and series:

Dr. Strange.

Captain America.

Moon Knight.

Iron-man.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Thor.

Loki.

Sam Wilson.

Black Panther.

main masterlist.

#marvel #masterlist #avengers #x reader #marvel x reader #the avengers #oneshot #marvel series #marvel one shot #marvel masterlist #fanfic

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