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workingclasshistory · 10 months

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On this day, 24 June 1973, an arsonist ignited a fire that engulfed the LGBT+ bar called the Up Stairs Lounge in New Orleans, killing 32 people and injuring 15. The fire was the deadliest attack on a gay bar in American history prior to the 2016 Pulse Nightclub Massacre. In a city where LGBT+ culture was largely hidden, the Up Stairs Lounge was one of the few establishments catering to the gay community and one of the only gay bars that welcomed Black men and lesbians. On the fourth anniversary of the Stonewall Uprising, patrons assembled at the bar for the weekly beer bust. Sixty-five people remained when Bartender Buddy Rasmussen heard the doorbell ring and asked friend Luther Boggs to answer it. As Luther opened the door, flames rushed into the lounge. Buddy led 20 survivors onto the roof of a nearby building while others unsuccessfully attempted to escape through barred windows. The fire department arrived at 7:58 and extinguished the fire quickly, but the powerful flames had already overpowered many patrons. Among the victims were 12 members of Metropolitan Community Church, the first church serving LGBT+ individuals. They included Rev. William "Bill" Larson, associate pastor Duane "Mitch" Mitchell, and Mitch's boyfriend Horace Broussard. Unlike other tragedies, the Up Stairs fire did not amass community support. Although newspapers reported the fire, journalists enflamed anti-gay sentiment by perpetuating vulgar rhetoric and harmful stereotypes. Articles painted the victims as "thieves, burglars, and queers," while other reports named the tragedy a "fruit fry." Eyewitnesses told author Johnny Townsend that they overheard either police or firefighters saying: "Let the f*****s burn". No formal memorials were planned, and churches refused to provide services. This reaction galvanised the New Orleans' LGBT+ community to organise for gay rights as they mourned those who died in the tragic fire. https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=649971757176043&set=a.602588028581083&type=3

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doe-eyed-fool · 2 months

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Fallen {Chapter Eleven}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

It was very late, and he still wasn't home yet. It wasn't the first time he's done this, and it wasn't the first time I was left all alone with dinner that I had slaved over, that had far gone cold. Usually, I would have placed the food in the fridge and gone to bed. He'd be back at some point, he always did come back. A drunken mess, smelling of some other woman's perfume. But he did always come back.

Tonight however, I had stayed awake, sitting at the dinner table and staring ahead at the empty spot ahead of me. His spot. I blinked sleepily, yet I would not go to sleep just yet. Tonight was a special night, and I wanted to see him. But not to greet him with a smile, but to finally give him a piece of my mind. This had gone on for far too long, and every time I had held my tongue. No more. I'm done.

I look over to the clock on the wall, it was three in the morning. My frown deepened, this is the latest he's ever been out. And I knew exactly what he was doing, and on this day of all days...

Finally, the front door opened, and I could hear his unsteady footsteps as he approached the kitchen. He didn't even notice me as he slumped towards the cabinet and reached for some pain killers. I cleared my throat, causing him to jump in surprise. He turned towards me and raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing up so late?" He asked, his words slurring as he spoke.

I narrow my eyes and crossed my arms. "I decided to surprise you with dinner after work. It is our anniversary after all, so I wanted to do something nice for you." He sighed and shook his head. "Was that today?" He muttered. "Could have sworn it was tomorrow." I scowled and stood up from the table. "No! It was today! And you were out getting drunk with your buddies instead!"

"Watch your tone." He said firmly. "It's not that big of a deal. I missed one day out of the hundreds we've had."

"Yes, you missed today. But every other time, you've either come home late, or haven't done anything for me! Meanwhile, I do so much for you every single time! Do you know how long this dinner took me to make?" He turns away from me to take the pills he grabbed. "Me staying with you should be plenty enough. It shows that I love you doesn't it?" He swallows the kills and chases it with a glass of water before leaving the kitchen.

I stormed after him. "You don't even say 'happy anniversary' to me. Then when I call you out on it, you get annoyed or just give me some half naked apology. How does that show that you love me?"

He stops in the middle of the hall and turns to face me again. "If I really didn't love you, I wouldn't have asked you to marry me, would I?" I glance down at the ring on my finger. We were suppose to get married next month. Our parents insisted that we get married if we were serious about our relationship.

His parents expected as much from him, as he had just recently became a pastor. And mine made it clear from the beginning that if I wanted to live with him, we would be doing so as a married couple.

I was hesitant at first, but I pushed it all away because I loved him. I didn't mind getting married if it meant being married to him. I was fine with it. But now...I wasn't so sure.

"Are you still going to be doing this when we are married?" I ask. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "You act like having a few drinks with some friends is the end of the world!" My chest clenched. He still thinks I don't know, but I do. I know about the dozens of women he sees behind my back. He doesn't even try to hide it well. How could I not know? "I mean't are you still going to see those women?" I could see his eyes go wide for a moment before returning to normal. "What are you trying to say? That I've been cheating on you? Is that what you think?" He asks.

"I don't think, I know." I say lowly. "And I've overlooked it every time because you always come back to me. You asked to marry me. You said you loved me. But still, after all that, you still..." I trailed off, my voice starting to crack as tears fill my eyes. Suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder, I lift my head to look at him. I couldn't read his expression, but his voice sounded of comfort.

"I do love you. And I do admit, it was stupid of me. But I promise you, they mean nothing to me. I love only you. You won't have to worry about it ever again, I won't do it anymore. I swear. I'll come home on time, I'll spend less time out drinking. I promise."

I didn't have the strength to smile, because I knew it was a lie. I only nodded my head. "Good. Now, let's keep this little...argument, between us. There's no need for anyone else to know our business. Alright?" His grip on my shoulder tightened. I nod my head again. "Good." He leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"I love you Y/n."

I opened my still tried eyes, wincing at the light that peaked through the curtains. I yawn and sit up in bed, stretching my arms and wings out. I look over to the window, my expression falling numb as I recall my dream. 'I hadn't dreamt that in a long time.' I thought to myself. I wished so desperately I could forget that dream, it only reminded me of how worse things could have truly gotten from there. Tears started to fill my eyes of memories replayed in my mind. If only I had done something sooner.

If only I had left him when I had the chance. Maybe then, that day when things changed forever would have never came. I held myself as I sobbed quietly, my shoulder shaking as I cried. I'd never forget that day, and I'd never ever forgive him.

I can still remember how I felt that day, the look in his eyes, his words and now they hurt me, it's all so fresh in my mind. I was a fool. A blind, ignorant fool, to have ever love him. And love him as long as I did, even after everything he had done to me.

I was angry for so long after that day. Even still, I am angry. At him, and at myself. A part of me felt as if I deserved it for refusing to leave him when I could have so many times before. And I still feel that way sometimes.

It wasn't my fault he did what he did, but I could have done something about it the very moment he hurt me. And I did nothing. I clench onto my arms tighter as new anger filled me, tears streaming down my face.

My head swarmed and screamed, and all I could feel was hatred. I didn't even notice my door opening until I heard the voice of someone, breaking me from my trance.

"Is this a bad time?"

I quickly wipe away my tears before turning to face Alastor. "No." I say, trying to even out my voice. "What did you need?" I ask. Alastor took a step further into the room. "I was going to visit Rosie for a while, so I won't be around for the next couple of hours. While I'm gone, I'd like you to stay in the hotel until I have returned."

I give him a confused look. "Ok? Why?" I asked. "Well, I'm a bit cautious at the moment." Alastor starts. "I don't know if you noticed, but Vox had his eye on you last night." I furrow my brows. Had he? I guess I didn't notice. "No, I didn't notice." I mutter.

"Why do you think that?" Alastor shrugs. "I'm not sure. Usually that fool is predictable, though, he might have been putting on an act. Keeping his cool, while in the presence of Lucifer. Even he knows better than to cause trouble when that's the case. But I saw him glancing your way every now and then." He narrows his eyes. "It's best if you stay put, just in case he decides to pull any stunts."

"What do you mean by that? Pull any stunts? What would he want with me? I mean, I could understand if he knew what I really was but, as far as he knows I'm an demon just like everyone else." I say. "Demon or not, it doesn't make any difference. If you catch the eye of an overlord, no matter which one, it will not end well for you." Alastor says lowly.

"I caught your eye..." I mutter. Alastor smirks before turning his back to me, and began walking towards the door of my room. "Yes, yes you did." He glances back at me for a moment. "Now be a good little angel and stay put." Alastor then exits my room, leaving me alone. Great. Something new for me to stress over.

I sighed before getting out of bed and started getting ready for the day. I washed up and brushed my teeth before putting on my necklace. Once my form changed, I left my room and started through the halls of the hotel.

I pass by one room, and as I did, I heard feint sniffling. I stopped and took a few steps back at the door, if I was remembering right, it was Angel's room. I had heard right, there was sniffling and muffed sobs coming from the other side of the door. I raise my hand up to knock at the door.

The crying had abruptly stopped, a moment later I heard footsteps approaching the door. It opened to reveal Angel Dust, his eyes looked sunken in and red. He had clearly been crying, but he put on a false persona as he spoke to me. "Oh, it's you. What is it?" He asks, slightly annoyed as he crossed his top arms, his lower hands on his hips. I could also see a bruise peaking out from under his bangs.

"Um, I was just wondering if you're ok." I say quietly, just in case someone were to be near by. Angel narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about? I'm fine." He lied. "But, I heard you crying." I tell him, he furrowed his brows. "I wasn't crying. Not that it's any of your business if I was anyway." He says sharply. "But I wasn't. Alright?"

I rubbed my arm awkwardly, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to admit it, but, I couldn't help but feel worried. The look of that bruise didn't make me feel any less concerned either. "If you say so...Just, if you need anything, don't be afraid to come to me. I'll be there." I tell him as I start to walk away.

I couldn't make Angel talk about something he didn't want to. But I do hope he would be ok soon. Suddenly I heard him sigh. "Wait." I stop and look back at him. He couldn't look me in the eyes as he spoke. "If it'll get that pathetic look off your face, then I'll tell you." He steps into his room. "Come on." I blink in surprise before following after him and shutting the door behind me.

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin angel

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jungle-angel · 2 months

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hi mary! could i please get, go out for an easter brunch with kayce dutton! please and thank you!🤍

Rachel, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this!!!!!!! I squeaked when I saw it!!!! (lol).

You and Kayce were relieved beyond words now that morning church services were over. It had been an exceptionally warm day in Bozeman with the pastor having to crack open the windows to let in fresh air, but good Lord was it heaven. The sun was shining, the grass completely green and the trees having flowered overnight as if by magic.

"Think we should head up?" you asked, adjusting Baby Tate on your hip.

"Yeah, I just wanna see if they're growing that's all," Kayce said.

You and Kayce buckled Tate into his carseat before climbing into the truck, waving to John, Rip and the hands before pulling out of the parking lot.

The drive was absolutely gorgeous, the morning air still fresh and a sign that spring had at last come to Montana. It hadn't taken long at all to reach the cemetery, just a few minutes at most. You gathered up Baby Tate and followed Kayce to Evelyn's headstone to make sure that the thistle bush was still growing. Sure enough it was, in all its thorny glory. The purple flowers adorning its buds had already bloomed too, sweet smelling with plenty of bumblebees as the plant seemed to form a protective arch over his mother's headstone.

You and Kayce fixed the flower box full of wildflowers before you realized what time it was. "Happy Easter Momma," Kayce said, kissing his mother's headstone.

Off you both went with Tate, heading to the spot where the Duttons gathered every Easter for brunch, a little spot that Evelyn loved to go to and where she and John had celebrated every single one of their wedding anniversaries.

"Still growin?" John asked as you and Kayce scooted in at the table.

"Yep," Kayce answered happily. "Thorny as ever."

The waitress came by with the drinks a few minutes later while everybody placed their orders. John stood up and everyone fell silent, no doubt ready for one of his yearly speeches.

"Another year come and gone guys," he announced. "But all I have to say is, I'm grateful for every damn one of you. Kayce, your Ma would be proud of you and (y/n) if she was sittin here right now. So here's to another year and to Evelyn. May she be forever with us and may we be as tight as ever."

Everybody cheered and clanked their mugs and glasses together, grateful for each other and all that was to come in the year ahead.

#kayce dutton #kayce dutton x reader #yellowstone

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larrysballetslippers · 8 months

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Call Me An Amenity by Kikiberoski16

or @larrysballetslippers

Harry/Louis | 5,7k | Girl Direction | Strap-on sex

Louis kept thrusting in and out of Harry, all she could do was take it. “I have a very bad girl at home, father. She tries to get my attention in the worst ways.” “Yeah, pets can be a lot.” The pastor responded and Harry’s eyes got big, she knew Louis was talking about her. Maybe it was the tone or the fact Louis didn’t have any pets. or, Harry thought she would get a full day of fucking for their anniversary, but Louis wanted to go to church. So she does what all good girls do and take matters into her own hands.

Part 2 of The Strap On Series. For @1dwatersportsficfest. Thank you @1loulu5 for being my beta for this fic.

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sierradoodle · 5 months

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Pastor Andrew from the IdentityV 5th Anniversary Event. I wanted this as a skin so bad!!

#idv #identityv #idv fanart #idv gravekeeper #gravekeeper idv #andrew kreiss #andrewkreiss #gravekeeper #fanart

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letsseeifyoubastardscando90 · 9 months

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Today was my church's 60th anniversary celebration outdoors, and my pastor drove up in a BTTF 2 DeLorean dressed as Doc Brown, so needless to say, I had an amazing Sunday

#I cannot express the excitement I felt. it was so intense #also I got lots of pictures!!!! I wish I could've sat inside it but it was a very crowded event so I understand why it was roped off #but still!!!#back to the future #bttf #and of course watched bttf when I got home #also it was absolutely devastating to hear some kids and adults say they didn't know where the car was from

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saywhat-politics · 1 year

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The Branch Davidians, once led by the ill-fated David Koresh, are thrilled that Donald Trump is bringing his campaign to Waco, Texas, calling the former president, “the battering ram that God is using to bring down the Deep State of Babylon.”

The Waco rally, scheduled for Saturday, coincides with the 30th anniversary of the FBI standoff and raid on the group’s compound, Mount Carmel. The Branch Davidians consider the former president to be “the anointed of God.”

Koresh’s successor, Pastor Charles Pace, told the New York Times that the timing of Trump’s rally is, “a statement — that he was sieged by the F.B.I. at Mar-a-Lago and that they were accusing him of different things that aren’t really true, just like David Koresh was accused by the F.B.I. when they sieged him.”

Trump himself has not publicly connected the timing of his rally with the 1993 tragedy cited by right-wing groups including The Proud Boys and The Oathkeepers as a gross overstep by the federal government.

The Times quoted Trump spokesperson Steven Cheung as saying the campaign chose Waco, “because it is centrally located and close to all four of Texas’ biggest metropolitan areas — Dallas/Fort Worth, Houston, Austin, and San Antonio — while providing the necessary infrastructure to hold a rally of this magnitude.”

#former president #donald trump #waco #texas

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untilmynextstory · 3 months

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THE HOUSE WE NEVER BUILT sons of anarchy - jax x oc

chapter 02: Sudden Desire

The greenhouse was his father’s anniversary gift for his mother. Gemma Teller got her love of gardening from her father, Nathaniel Maddock. Despite their differences as Gemma grew up, the flower bed was the common ground between father and daughter. The greenhouse was one of the remaining reminders of his mother’s love. After his mom’s passing, his grandfather had moved in with him and his father. For Jax, at first, it was weird having his grandfather in the house. His grandfather was a former pastor living in the house where his son-in-law ran an outlaw motorcycle club. And, like most days, Jax could find his grandfather in the greenhouse or outside in the garden. Jax thought their house could double as a conservatory. “Not that I don’t appreciate spending time with me, but the only time you look at flowers is when you got yourself in trouble.” Jax huffed at his grandfather’s words. Trouble was an understatement. Jax had fucked up. He had fucked up majorly. He had kissed Quinn without thinking of the consequences. Years of friendship just went down the drain. He didn’t know if he could genuinely blame it on being impulsive.

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 3 months

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The New Yorker

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“Trying to steal history.”

January 9, 2024

ROBERT B. HUBBELL

On Monday, President Biden delivered a stirring and spirited speech at Mother Emanuel AME Church in Charleston, South Carolina. In June 2015, members of the congregation at the church invited a stranger to join them for services. The stranger killed nine members of the church in the worst church-related shooting (to that point)—a mass killing that was racially motivated. President Obama delivered a eulogy for Pastor Clementa Pinckney of Mother Emmanuel AME Church that included his rendition of Amazing Grace a cappella.

[The video is here, Joe Biden speaks at Charleston church (start at the 26:00 minute mark), and the full text of the speech is here: Remarks by President Biden at a Political Event | Charleston, SC.]

Against the backdrop of the 2015 racially motivated mass shooting, President Biden addressed Trump's use of the “lost cause” of white supremacy to bolster his hate-fueled campaign. Biden said, in part,

On June 17th, 2015, the [nine] beautiful souls and five survivors invited a stranger into this church to pray with them. The word of God was pierced by bullets in hate and rage, propelled by not just gunpowder but by a poison — a poison that’s for too long haunted this nation. What is that poison? White supremacy. Oh, it is; it’s a poison. Throughout our history, it’s ripped this nation apart. This has no place in America. Not today, tomorrow, or ever. Now — now we’re living in an era of a second lost cause. Once again, there are some in this country trying — trying to turn a loss into a lie — a lie, which if allowed to live, will once again bring terrible damage to this country. This time, the lie is about the 2020 election, the election which you made your voices heard and your power known.

Biden tied the lost cause of white supremacy to Trump's 2020 loss, identifying both of as existential threats to the nation. He then pivoted to Trump's insurrection on January 6 and Trump's threat to continue that assault on democracy if he is elected to a second term in 2024.

Biden said, Just two days ago, we marked the third anniversary of one of the darkest days in American history: January the 6th. The day in which insurrectionists stormed the United States Capitol, trying for the first time in American history to stop the peaceful transfer of power in the country. We all saw with our own eyes the truth of what happened. That violent mob was whipped up by lies from a defeated former President . . . . We saw something on January 6th we’d never seen before, even during the Civil War. Insurrectionists waving Confederate flags inside the halls of Congress built by enslaved Americans. A mob attacked and called Black officers, Black veterans defending the nation those vile of racist names. And yet, an extreme movement of America, the MAGA Republicans, led by a defeated President, is trying to steal history now. They tried to steal an election. Now they’re trying to steal history, telling us that violent mob was, and I quote, “a peaceful protest.” The lies that led to January 6th are part of a broader attack on the truth America today that we all have seen before. The same movement that, throughout the mob at the United States Capitol, isn’t just trying to rewrite history of January 6th, they’re trying to determine to erase history and your future: banning books; denying your right to vote and have it counted; destroying diversity, equality, inclusion all across America; harboring hate and replacing hope with anger and resentment and a dangerous view of America.

Powerful words delivered with passion and dignity befitting the hallowed ground and the proximity to January 6. As Trump's speeches are becoming more unhinged and hateful, Biden’s are becoming more forceful and direct in challenging Trump. If you can spare twenty minutes, watch the video linked above, beginning at the 26:00-minute mark. Your confidence will be renewed.

But I can’t leave this story without commenting on the media coverage. Biden delivered a truly inspirational and important speech on race and democracy. For sixty seconds during Biden’s speech, a protestor stood up and demanded that Biden call for a cease-fire in Israel. Biden handled the protestor with skill and grace. As the protestor was escorted from the church, Biden said,

It's alright. I understand their passion. I’ve been quietly working with the Israeli government to get them to reduce and significantly get out of Gaza.

That sixty-second incident of an otherwise historic speech dominated virtually every headline describing the speech. See, e.g., NYTimes, Protesters Calling for Gaza Cease-Fire Interrupt Biden Speech; The Hill, Biden address in Charleston church interrupted by protesters; and NPR, Protesters calling for a ceasefire in Gaza interrupted Biden's campaign speech.

The bias against Biden is just unbelievable. I wonder if the headline writers or journalists who wrote the articles even bothered to read or listen to the substance of Biden’s speech. I doubt it. Shame on them!

Meanwhile, Trump hopes the economy crashes before he is re-elected.

As Biden continued to call for the preservation of democracy and mourned the tragedies of January 6 and the AME shootings, Trump was telling an interviewer he hoped the economy would crash during Biden’s remaining time in office. See The Hill, Trump says he hopes economy crashes in next 12 months: ‘I don’t want to be Herbert Hoover’.

Trump said,

We have an economy that’s so fragile, and the only reason it’s running now is it’s running off the fumes of what we did. It’s just running off the fumes. And when there’s a crash — I hope it’s going to be during this next 12 months because I don’t want to be Herbert Hoover. The one president I just don’t want to be, Herbert Hoover.

Ha! Trump remembered as Herbert Hoover? He should be so lucky! He will be remembered as Benedict Arnold, Aaron Burr, Jefferson Davis, and Aldrich Ames—combined!

And, in case you think I am resorting to hyperbole, Trump refused to sign a traditional pledge in Illinois in which presidential candidates pledge not to overthrow the US government. See The Guardian, Donald Trump did not sign Illinois pledge not to overthrow government. Trump signed the pledge in 2016 and 2020, but not in 2024. Hmm . . . it’s almost like he’s planning ahead to overthrow the US government!

[Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter]

#Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter #Robert B. Hubbell #Election 2024 #Democracy #rule of law #american history #The New Yorker

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samanthahirr · 9 months

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007 Fest Scavenger Hunt #25 - Bill Tanner's Bedding Set

Scavenger Hunt #25: Show us the bedding set of any Bond character you choose.

Mallory seems to be a good boss. Not as tactically ruthless as Olivia Mansfield, but more politically savvy. And he certainly seems to put more stock in staff morale than Mansfield ever did. Case in point:

A week into Mallory’s tenure, Bill Tanner’s new boss noted the fresh bouquet of primroses and gentians he’d picked up on his way into the office. When Mallory inquired about them, Tanner explained they were for his wife on their 12-year anniversary. Mallory got a pinched look on his face and promptly excused himself for an urgent errand. Before Tanner left that evening, Mallory presented him with a celebratory present for he and his wife—and Mallory’d clearly taken the time to look at Tanner’s personnel file, because he suddenly knew Claribel’s name, though Tanner hadn’t mentioned it.

Clare was impressed with Mallory’s thoughtfulness—and so was Tanner, though he wasn’t convinced it was entirely appropriate. And then they unwrapped the glittering silver package together after dinner. A super-king duvet set (when all they had was a double), in an aggressively quaint floral pattern which nearly matched the bouquet Tanner had picked out as an inside joke about their disastrous trip to the Swiss Alps on their previous anniversary.

“Well,” Tanner said, dismayed. “Bollocks.”

“It’s from Harrods,” Clare fretted.

“Is there a gift receipt?”

“No. No receipt at all.”

“I suppose we can make room in the linen closet,” Tanner said, already working out how to convincingly express gratitude for such a poorly chosen gift.

Clare fussed with her phone for a moment and then yelled, “A thousand quid?!”

And Tanner spit Cabernet all over the chocolate gateau, thankfully missing the duvet.

Which is how Tanner and his wife ended up with an aggressively pastoral duvet draped like so much untrimmed fondant over their too-small mattress, even though it clashed horribly with the rest of the house’s modern aesthetic.

#007 fest 2023 #007 fest #007 #teamqbranch #scavenger hunt #headcanon #bill tanner #tanner tuesday

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