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scotianostra · 9 months

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Sir Archibald Douglas, Guardian of Scotland and half brother to “The Good” Sir James died on July 19th 1333.

This is an addon to my previous post about The Battle Of Halidon Hill. Sir Archibald Douglas.

The Scottish army that fought that day was led by Archibald, who had been elected Regent of Scotland in late March of 1333. Sir Archibald Douglas has been badly treated by some historians; frequently misidentifying this Douglas warrior as the Tyneman or loser when the moniker was intended for a later less fortunate but equally warlike Archibald. He was mentioned in Barbour’s The Brus for his great victory during the Weardale Campaign; leading the Scottish army further south into County Durham he devastated the lands and took much booty from Darlington and other nearby towns and villages.

He was elected by the Estates to the position of Regent when his cousin Andrew de Moray, then Regent of Scotland, was captured and taken to Durham to surrender to King Edward III of England. The earls and barons of the kingdom recognized his prowess as a warrior; leading the successful rout at Annan earlier in the year; bringing fire and sword to Cumbria to chase Edward and his vassals further south and out of Scotland.

Sir Archibald of Douglas was mortally wounded at the foot of Halidon Hill; taken prisoner and held until he died; reportedly one hour after his nephew William, Lord Douglas passed from his wounds; the son and heir to James, Lord Douglas, Chief of the Douglas Clan.

At nearby Bondington stood Halyston, St. Leonard’s; a Cistercian nunnery and hospital where the Regent likely spent his last hours. Archeologists found lead shot at Bondington and records indicate that the English brought with them a large artillery train.

During earlier encounters with Edward III in 1326-1327 the English had used gunpowder as a weapon against the Scots. It appears that they may have perfected the weaponry with the amount of devastation that was caused to both the Scottish army on the field and to nunnery which was destroyed and burned.

#scotland #scottish #history #england

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yesmadamepresident · 3 years

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Edward: Well, I'll be writing about all this tomorrow.

Patrick: No.

Sydney: YES 👏👏👏👏👏

Patrick: You won't.

Sydney: My king.

#patrick bloody tyneman #edward tyneman #5.8 hear the angels sing #sisters watch tdbm #the doctor blake mysteries

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t3andcrumpets · 4 years

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Doctor Blake Mysteries meets Texts From Last Night, and insanity ensues. NSFW or life.

#doctor blake mysteries #texts from last night #lucien blake #jean beazley #edward tyneman #matthew lawson #charlie davis #bill hobart #frank carlyle #mattie o'brien #this is only part of why i'm going to hell #i'm going straight to hell #I'M ON A HORSE #when is there not drama at the police station?

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it-is-bugs · 5 years

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PDA 5.7

When You’re Trying to Hurt the Girl Who Hurt Your Widdle Feels and End Up Being Hurt for Hurting that Crazy Doc’s Wives.

#the doctor blake mysteries #lucien blake #edward tyneman #juicy pda catalog

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andallthatmishigas · 6 years

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The second and final installment of this Blake Adventure, in which Jean saves the day a billion times over and Lucien is so freakin proud of his fiancee. Oh and also they solve a murder.

#the doctor blake mysteries #jean beazley #lucien blake #sexy blake and jean my queen #mattie o'brien #william munro #patrick tyneman #edward tyneman #charlie davis #alice harvey #and the rest #blake adventures #I FINALLY FINISHED THIS PRAISE GOD #And I'm actually exceedingly proud of how it turned out

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benoitblanc · 4 years

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female awesome meme | supporting characters [3/7]

rose anderson; i work for men like edward tyneman now so that one day, i won’t have to.

#arwen makes stuff #female awesome meme #doctor blake #rose anderson #tvedit #userjamie #tuservee #usersho #usertippy #bensolcs #tumaya #userbre #userale #userastri #usersamms #usershereen

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lorelaigilmoure · 5 years

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TDBM characters as John Mulaney quotes:

Lucien:

Jean:

Matthew:

Alice:

Mattie:

Rose:

Charlie:

Danny:

Peter:

Mei Lin:

Edward Tyneman:

All of them:

#tdbmedit #tdbm #the doctor blake mysteries #john mulaney #is a gift #and so is this show too #mine

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josiedoesntknow · 6 years

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An alternate plot to the telemovie could of easily been that Charlie killed Edward Tyneman, Lucien finds out and helps him cover it up cause he’s like ‘okay fair enough’. Phsycopathic/Murderer Charlie could be a danm good spin off.

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professortennant · 6 years

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After having read a lot of your Lucien/Jean fic last night, I've discovered that I'm a complete slut for your nanny/single parent au. Please tell me you're planning to write at least 100k more words for the 'verse? *bats eyelashes* :D

(1) “i’m a complete slut for...” is now the only way i’m going to say i enjoy something (2) takes place in this verse and (3) 1800 words of FLUFF. here we go!

Lucien hadn’t seen the boys for most of the day. They always seemed to be huddled together, throwing nervous glances at Lucien before urgently whispering amongst themselves once more.

Throwing the kitchen towel over this shoulder, he leaned against the door frame leading to the living room, narrowing his eyes playfully. “What are you two up to?”

Jack and Christopher’s heads shot up and Lucien saw the panicked look in their eyes of boys planning mischief and almost being caught. Jack nudged Christopher in the side. “N-nothing, Lucien! We were wondering, though, can we make dinner tonight?”

The request wasn’t unusual; the boys often helped in the kitchen, loving the way Lucien made every chore in the house a new adventure. But they had never offered to take over the duty themselves.

Well, Lucien certainly wasn’t going to put an end to their mischief--not yet anyway. With a grin, he nodded. “Right-o. Your mum will be home in an hour or so, that enough time for your grand feast?”

The boys nodded happily and they ran to the kitchen. However, when Lucien turned to follow them and assist, they turned on their heels, pushing at his chest and stomach to stop him from entering the kitchen. “No, Lucien! We want to do it ourselves.”

He hesitated. There were many dangers in the kitchen and although the boys certainly weren’t toddlers, they were quite young to be around sharp knives and fire.

But looking down into the wide, earnest eyes of Jack and Christopher, he relented. Reaching out to ruffle their hair affectionately, he nodded. “Alright, go on. But if you need help--any at all--you call for me, alright? I’m just going to be outside taking the laundry down off the line.”

Shaking his head with a soft smile, he left the boys to it. Outside, he carefully removed the clothing from the line, folding the sun-warmed clothes and keeping an ear out for any catastrophic sounds that may emanate from the kitchen.

But all he heard was the typical clangor of pots and pans and the sounds of the boy working together. Perhaps this would all work out for the best...

A short while later, he entered the house through side door, carrying the basket of freshly folded clothing into the house. Just as he turned the corner to head for the boys’ bedroom, he saw the front door open and Jean step inside.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her: cheeks flushed red from the heat of the day and and her skirt and blouse wrinkled from the day’s work. No matter how she looked, he always thought her beautiful.

Jean looked up from slipping her shoes and coat off and smiled at him, soft and warm. Lucien cradled these smiles within his heart and he treasured each one.

“Something smells good?” She frowned, looking around for the boys who normally rushed to greet her at the door. “Where are Jack and Christopher?”

Hiking the laundry basket up on his hip, he gestured to the kitchen. “Your boys are handling dinner tonight. Don’t worry,” he hastened to add at her alarmed look. “They have everything handled and I kept an ear out for anything too disastrous.”

They shared a grin, both familiar with the boys’ tendency to get more than a little rowdy and raucous. Lucien, nodded to the laundry in his arms. “I’ll just go put this away and then I’ll leave you all to it.”

It was the worst part of his day: leaving the warmth and happiness of the Beazley home behind and returning to his cold, lifeless flat, alone and wishing he were back at Jean’s side and watching over the boys.

Jean reached out and squeezed his arm before entering the kitchen to see what her boys had gotten up to. He watched her go, admiring the curve of her back side and the shapely nature of her legs before catching himself in the act. With a shake of his head, he headed for Jack and Christopher’s room. It was no use lingering on the things he could never have, after all.

Lucien entered the kitchen, prepared to say his goodbyes and then drown himself in a bottle of whiskey, willing tomorrow to come sooner rather than later so he could return to this famiy. But the sight in front of him stopped him dead in his tracks.

The kitchen table had been covered in fine linen, two candlesticks had been haphazardly stuck in makeshift candleholders and lit, wine had been placed on the table, and the table had been set for two. Jean was sitting before one setting, hiding a smile behind her hand.

Lucien looked over and saw Jack and Christopher standing together, chests stuck out proudly. Jack stepped forward with a dramatic bow and pulled out the seat opposite Jean, “Your seat, sir.”

Looking to Jean in surprise, she simply nodded, still smiling. Lucien took the offered seat while Christopher stepped forward and slipped a napkin over his lap.

“Boys, there’s only two settings here. Where will you two scoundrels be dining this evening?”

They grinned at each other, the picture of innocence. “We ate while we were cooking, Lucien. So, it’ll just be you and mum tonight.” The scampered back to the stove and carried over the bowl of steaming hot pasta and tomato sauce. Christopher served while Jack grated cheese over their plates. When they were done they stepped back and folded their hands behind their backs.

“We’re just--”

“--Going to bed.”

And with that, they fled the kitchen, dimming the kitchen lights so the room was illuminated by the candlelight alone, leaving a bewildered Lucien and a laughing Jean.

Lifting her fork and digging into the bowl of pasta before her, Jean began to eat. Lucien followed suit. “Not exactly subtle, are they?”

Jean laughed through the mouthful of pasta. “What gave it away? The wine or the candles?”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “You don’t seem upset by their attempts at matchmaking.”

Jean’s cheeks flushed with color and she swallowed the mouthful of pasta and took a sip of her wine. “If it means my boys are cooking and doing something other than running amuck and causing mischief? They can try and match me with Edward Tyneman, for all I care.”

Lucien’s heart sank and he stabbed his pasta with more vigor than intended. Of course Jean wasn’t affected by the prospect of an evening with him. He was just the help.

Putting on a smile for her, he raised his glass. “Then a toast to your sons and the fact that I am not Edward Tyneman.”

Their glasses clinked softly and from there, the evening seemed to pass in easy conversation, Jean filling him in on her day and Lucien regaling her with tales of the boys’ secretive antics all day.

The candlesticks burned low, the wax melting over the holders. The evening seemed to be coming to an end and Lucien rose to clear away the dishes, stacking them in the sink while Jean cleared the table, blowing the candles out and corking the wine.

An awkward silence fell upon them and Lucien shuffled his feet for a moment, hand rubbing nervously at the back of his neck. The tell-tale urge to confess everything to her bubbled up on his wine-loosened tongue.

And then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two familiar figures dashing to the living room and the slow, soft strains of an old waltz filtered into the kitchen. He shook his head, ready to make a quip to Jean and then leave for the evening.

Better to leave now before he couldn’t make himself leave at all.

But when he turned to face her, Jean had her eyes closed, her arms wrapped around her waist, swaying softly on the spot. Lucien’s heart melted at the picture she presented and he found himself in front of her, offering his hand with a small bow.

“Oh, I do like that. Yes. Dance with me?”

Jean’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled softly at him, nodding and placing her hand in his. He tugged her close and all propriety seemed to dissolve between them as she slipped easily into his arms, head resting on her chest and arm around his waist. Her soft, stocking-covered feet stepped on his toes a few times and they simply laughed, twirling about the kitchen.

Their laughter turned into pensive silence and Lucien held her tightly, pretending, just for a moment, that this was real. That this was his home and Jean was his wife and their sons were simply trying to give them an evening alone.

Jean’s fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and she pulled away, looking up at him from under thick eyelashes. He looked down at her and he seemed to realize how close their faces were.

They stopped dancing, simply holding onto the other. Her head tilted up just so, as if offering him the chance to duck down and steal the kiss he so desperately desired.

“Lucien...”

Her eyes flickered closed and his heart pounded in his chest. Their lips were millimeters away, his top lip just brushing hers when there was an almighty crash!

Jack and Christopher spilled into the kitchen, red faced and glaring at each other. They had clearly been stacked one on top of the other, eavesdropping, and had gotten overzealous in their quest to catch a glimpse of their mother and caretaker finally kissing: the ultimate proof their plan had worked.

Jean and Lucien sprung apart, blushing profusely. They avoided the other’s gaze and Lucien stared at the tangled arms and legs of the boys on the floor. With a sigh, he shook his head.

“I think that’s my cue to leave.” He leaned over and dared to press a kiss to Jean’s cheek. “Good night, Jean.”

He stepped over the boys and squatted down beside them, shaking his head fondly at them and whispered, “Good try, boys. See you tomorrow.”

And with that, he stepped into the hallway and into the cool night air, breathing deeply, his heart racing, the events of the evening immediately replaying in his mind. He grinned to himself.

He had almost kissed Jean Beazley.

Maybe there was a chance for them after all....

#tdbm fic #tdbm #jean x lucien #lucien x jean #nanny parent verse #agentkalgibbs

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anne-louise-fortune · 6 years

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Thoughts...

So, they’re putting the tree up, the divorce hearing is scheduled for ‘next month’. Given my thoughts generally about the characters of Lucien, Jean, and this being a ‘period’ drama, it must therefore now be December. Especially as the nativity was out on display in the church. On the assumption that next week’s episode takes place at Christmas (???), Lucien isn’t going to be divorced until ‘the new year’. *When* is the TV Movie set? *Is* it possible that the second wedding is Lucien and Jean or are they going to drag this out into season 6? (SEASON 6!!!!! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!)

That scene in the church with ‘we’ve all been married in this church, haven’t we?’ - I was honestly hoping Jean was going to suddenly recall that actually, her and Christopher had a registry office wedding or something, and therefore that marriage ‘wouldn’t count’ for the church’s purposes. No such luck, I suspect...

It feels like there was a *lot* of plot in this episode - the ‘new Australian’ Italian immigrants. The sale of the paddock. Edward Tyneman and the office-based sexual harassment that someone needs to ‘have a word’ with him about. Rose gets sacked. Again. Is she leaving at the end of next week’s episode? A job in Melbourne, perhaps? The stuff with the stray dog - and how utterly unconcerned was Mrs Fitzpatrick about that? The city v country with Lionel. The ‘you ain’t my father...’ plot. The two methods of shooting. The sump oil - and I love how Jean just knows random stuff. Lucien unwisely getting trollied with some afternoon drinking at *exactly* the wrong point in time. Is Edward allowed to mis-use Rose’s by-line like that? She needs to get whatever the Australian version of the NUJ is onto that. Her chapel leader would not be happy...

Another letter from Mei-Lin - and Jean opened this one. Nice call back to a few episodes ago. Also, you could almost hear the axe going into Lucien’s head as he said ‘I should have waited’. Yes mate, you should. Also, and I have said this before - GET THEE TO A SOLICITOR. You can’t tell me this is the one profession Ballarat doesn’t have? There surely must be one for him to have sworn the affidavit in front of? Please, please. Pay for legal advice. And get a TARDIS to go back in time and not make this mistake again.

Anyway - as we have so far only had moderate fuck ups (to my mind), we must presumably be due ‘Lucien Blake fucks up par excellence’ next week?

Also - was that all they’re using Cec for? I want more Cec. I like him.

#tv #the doctor blake mysteries #season 5 #episode thoughts

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lucindarobinsonvevo · 2 years

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