To say my grandmother was eccentric is an exercise in gross understatement. Particular to the point of painful, she needed everything done just so, or she would throw impressive fits, and claim she would never speak to the perpetrator again.
( PROMPT: I met you online, and I think I’ve fallen in love with you yet I have
no idea who you are, so I suggested we meet and wHAT DO YOU MEAN “just come
after filming” are you kidding me?? How am I supposed to get past security they
won’t let me in!!! )
A/N: IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T HEARD, MY HUSBAND’S - TOM HOLLAND - IS IN SINGAPORE, AND I AM PRAYING THAT I’LL MEET HIM BEFORE I HAVE TO GO TO LONDON, BUT HOW DO YOU FIND TOM HOLLAND??? WHERE DOES HE GO??? AND NO ONE WILL GO WITH ME TO CHECK OUT HIS HOTEL. I COULD CRY. I HAVE BEEN PRAYING FOR HIM TO COME TO SINGAPORE, AND NOW THAT HE’S HERE, I CAN’T EVEN SEE HIM. WHAT IS THIS LIFE. ( In other news, this will be a drabble series featuring famous! Peter Parker. And let’s be real - all the comments we make about our husbands would probably get us laid or slapped. I went with the former. )
You’re in the lecture theater, listening to a
yawn-inducing lecture about classroom management, when your phone pings and
vibrates inside your jacket pocket, sending a tremor up your arm. A little too
eagerly, you yank it out, clicking open the LINE app, a smile blooming across
your face when you see who the message is from.
I can’t believe one of the only genuine moments of friendship we’ve seen between women in this series is Anna and Martha Washington admiring a spork
I forgot to mention this in my 4.01 post, but did anyone else notice Arnold mispronouncing Robert’s name as “Townsley”? It wasn’t as funny as Andre calling Hewlett “Edward,” but I like this little running characterization gag of showing how these snooty-boots underestimate the people around them.
SIMCOE HAS A SEX LIFE AND I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE NOTION.
— Caleb sassing Arnold has made my night. Like, Turn has let me down many a time, but almost NEVER via Caleb Brewster, who is perfect and good.
— I’m so delighted to have more of Martha Washington, and to be able to see the couple in this domestic, vulnerable, relaxed state … but I’m also cracking up that they brought back their thing about Spanish fly.
— GEORGE WASHINGTON AND THE OAK PANELING. THERE ARE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS THAN YOUR #AESTHETIC, GEORGE.
— Well, way to go, Caleb. It’s not often that he’s the one in the Ring who really slips up, but I think that little laugh was an in-character slip — in keeping with Caleb’s bravado
— and in a way I’m actually very relieved and gratified that Simcoe FINALLY knows whom he’s really after. It’s the final season, so they gotta get that final conflict going, and Simcoe knowing that Abe is Culper is part of that. It does mean that Hewlett’s own knowledge of Abe is less likely to come into play, as he no longer has exclusive possession of that info, but that’s a separate topic.
— I love this random Setauket guy being like, “Abe Woodhull? Fuck yes I’ve been dying to punch that guy, let’s go”
— As I mentioned in a separate post, I’ve been told by a couple people that Simcoe’s backstory was actually originally included, in a very similar manner, in season 1. I’ll have to check my DVD for that to verify, but although not a historically accurate backstory, it’s an interesting one. I’m glad that we’ve been given it eventually, but honestly, I would rather have been given it in season 1 as was apparently originally planned. It has long been a point of discussion in the fandom that Simcoe’s motivations, and his reasons for being so zealous and brutal, have always been unclear. It would have done a great deal to help us understand his brutality if we’d known this from the beginning.
— Also, though, is it TERRIBLE that after the initial concern passed, all I could think was that now Caleb’s nice furry man chest is gonna have a big broad horizontal stripe where nothing grows
— THAT SCENE IN THE PREVIEW IS THE HEWLETT SCENE FUCK YESS!!!!!!!
Genre : Violence , Romance, Drama ( like a lot of drama)
Warnings : Abuse. Violence.
Arranged Marriage Gang! AU . BTS Suga/Min Yoongi and OC . The worst thing you can do to a guy? Marry him when he begs you not to. Worst thing you can do to yourself? Fall in love with him afterwards.
In life, I never got second chances. If the first time didn’t work out, I wasn’t given a second time to try to improve. Instead I would be hit , tossed into the basement and denied food for three days, till I agreed to never ask for anything ever again. Till I promised to never try to embarrass my father like that again.
It happened after my debutante ball when I accidently addressed someone wrong.
It happened after my graduation, when i didn’t make valedictorian.
Afterwards, when I stayed at home, waiting for my parents to send me to college, it happened everyday till I just stopped asking or trying or…just living.
I would wake up, eat my breakfast and set out to explore the woods that surrounded our estate in Busan. I had till twelve in the morning when my mom would wake up, to indulge in all my fantasies , live a make-believe life in which I was loved by a handsome young man who adored me and spoiled me to distraction.
After lunch, I stayed perfectly still while my mom taught me everything I needed to know to be the perfect society wife. I learnt pottery, needlework and hosting. I learned table placements and ranks, learnt complicated waltzes and learned to wear my waist length hair in three dozen different ways. I learned to wear make up in a way that made my eyes look bigger, brighter. I learned how to smile in just the perfect way. How to apply lipstick in a way that would drive any man mad with desire ( Or so my mom told me.)
I learned exotic dishes from around the world. I learned to speak English and French. I learned everything that would turn me into the perfect princess for my Prince Charming.
I also learned to swallow all the screams that threatened to bubble up inside me.
In the evenings I tried to disappear into the upholstery. My father was a psychopath. One wrong word and he would grab me by the roots of my hair and drag me to the out of the room and toss me into the basement. Or worse, he’s take a belt to my calves or my thighs ( Never my arms or face ). I learned to literally stop breathing when my father was in the vicinity. But then, how did I not go to pieces, you may wonder.
Well, you see I knew that it was temporary.
When I turned twenty one my parents would have to marry me off. In our society when a girl reaches twenty one, if she stays unmarried it’s a sign of ill breeding. My parents would be disgraced if I wasn’t married off. It was my get out of jail card, marriage. I knew that every day I got closer to my marriage. When I would officially be out of my father’s protection. It would mean escape.
But what was I escaping into?
I never considered.
I always thought it would be paradise.
My prince charming would be everything I had ever dreamed of.
I believed it completely.
Until the day I actually met him.
Min Yoongi was no Prince Charming.
He was the devil in the flesh.
“You!! Fix your hair!” My father barked so loudly , I jumped. Bowing quickly and quietly and I rose up and disappeared into the restroom on the left wing of the lobby we were waiting in. I found the mirror and swallowed drily. Three simple curls had come undone from my elaborate up do . My father was a stickler for perfection which would explain my outfit. A pale pink georgette dress that fit me to perfection. Paired with pumps of the exact same shade , the dress made me look a little tall. I was rather woefully short and my father was forever cursing my lack of height.
I quickly fixed my hair and glanced at the expensive diamond studded Cartier on my wrist. It was a little past six thirty in the evening. We weren’t due to meet Min Yoongi , the young CEO of Bangtan Inc., for at least half an hour. I fidgeted a bit and reapplied my lipstick.
I’d spent three hours for make up and four hours getting ready. Literally every single feature on my face had been emphasized and perfected till I practically glowed. I had gone over a billion hair-styles to pick the perfect one. It would help highlight my slim figure and also the pretty pink and grey make-up on my eyes. I tried not to tremble as I stepped out of the room and walked back to the lounge.
I couldn’t screw this up. Min Yoongi had to like me. Or else my father would kill me. He would literally strangle me. Trying not to think about that, I sat down demurely in front of my father who gave me another look of impatience.
“Yoongi called me. He wants to meet you alone. Apparently he thinks you can actually have some sort of a useful opinion which, really doesn’t make any sense to me. anyway, go meet him and you better keep your mouth shut, girl. Agree to everything he says and tell him you’ll be an obedient wife.” He growled at me.
As if I wouldn’t.
As if I would actually risk spending the rest of my life in hell.
I followed a suited man who looked less like an assistant and more like a hired mercenary. My hells made no noise on the plush grey velvet beneath my feet as he led me down a few flights of corridors before stopping in front of a oak-paneled door in the middle of a dimly lit corridor. I took a deep breath and when the mad held the door open, I stepped in. My heart began pounding steadily as I noticed the figure leaning casually against the heavy desk at the center of the room. The room was dimly lit and I couldn’t make out his face. On the contrary, a light hung directly ahead of me, throwing my face into sharp relief against the darkness.
“You look younger than twenty one.”
His voice surprised me. It wasn’t that of a twenty six year old. It sounded strong and masculine with a hint of Daegu accent. I felt a sudden dryness in my throat.
“I’m…I’m twenty one.” I said carefully. I couldn’t screw this up. I couldn’t screw this up.
He stayed silent for a few more seconds and then the room flooded with light. I blinked to adjust to the brightness and then almost fainted.
Min Yoongi was a work of art.
His hair was a blinding shade of blonde and his skin so pale he looked almost bloodless. His lips were pink, perfect against his bright black eyes and he had a smile that made my knees go weak. I’d never seen a more handsome man in my life and I was starstruck. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, with a pale blue tie and shoes that practically shined. He wasn’t abnormally tall. His shoulders were broad and strong, his body tapering into a slim waist and nice long legs.
Suddenly , I didn’t feel so beautiful anymore.
“Let’s make this quick. ” He said briskly before turning around and moving to sit behind the desk. I stood still, not sure what to do. There was a chair in front of the desk but I didn’t want to offend him by sitting down before he offered it to me.
He gave me an impatient look.
“Well, sit down fast , will you?” He snapped.
I scrambled to obey, hitting my knee against the desk. I swallowed the cry of pain and bit my lip in mortification when he gave me an amused smile.
“Anyways….what i wanted to say was, I would like for you to release me from this engagement.” He said casually. I felt my breath leave my body in a single second.
“I…what? Why?” I blinked in confusion. There was a roaring sound inside my head. What did I do wrong??!!
“I’m in love with someone else.” He said almost apologetically.
I stared sightlessly as he explained how he was in love with a childhood friend. He wanted to marry her when he was ready, maybe in a couple of years. His parents however were adamant about him marrying me, so he’d agreed to meet me. He couldn’t openly defy his parents , so he hoped that I would do him the favor of saying that I wasn’t interested.
I almost started laughing.
If I told my father what he asked me to say, I would be flayed alive. My father would shoot me dead.
I hesitated and then slowly stood.
“I’m sorry you don’t want to marry me.” I said softly. He gave me a sympathetic smile and held a hand out for me to shake.
“Thank you for understanding, Ji Soo ssi…” He began but I held a hand up.
“I’m sorry….because I want to marry you.” I said firmly. I felt his eyes widen in shock and I felt like the worst human being on the planet. He loved someone else. He wanted to marry someone else. What the hell was I doing??! Then I thought of my father. Of the years of being bruised and battered. The years of going without food and light, cowering in the darkness while he raged at me. If I didn’t get married my father would kill me. I didn’t want to die.
I didn’t want to die.
“Ji Soo ssi…I don’t think you understand what I’m telling you. I’m in love with Hye Mi. That’s her name. She’s the same age as you. she loves art and she’s just in her second year of college. She loves me very much. Please…Please don’t destroy our lives.” He said, his voice hardening a bit. He looked deadly serious and even a little disappointed. Like he’d thought better of me.
I hesitated. I could imagine the kind of love he shared with this girl, this Hye Mi. Some sweet and serious romance with lots of love and happiness. The kind I’d only ever dreamed of. Funny, how in the million different scenarios I’d played in my head , I’d never once considered that my prince would be in love with someone else. I stared at him now.
He was so beautiful. Like straight out of a fairytale beautiful.
“Like I said, I want to marry you. Nothing else matters to me.” I said shakily. He looked stunned.
“What kind of a bitch are you?” He growled out furiously and I bit my lips.
“You can call me names. You can even hit me. I’m not changing my mind.” I said firmly.
He looked at me in disbelief, shaking his head. Like he couldn’t believe the nerve of me.
“Get the fuck out of my office.”
Shaking, I stepped out of the office. When ?i met my father he beamed and gave me a one armed hug that made me sick to the stomach. I’d done something right as far as he was concerned.
Two weeks later , My father received news from the Min Family that Min Yoongi had agreed to the marriage as well. As I sat across from him while the elders discussed the details of the wedding, he stared straight into my eyes, wrath written large in every feature on his handsome face. He hated me. I could feel the fury radiating from him in waves. He wanted me dead. But i couldn’t bring myself to even apologize or tell him the truth. For the first time twenty one years, my parents treated me like a human being. They didn’t yell or hit me. They thought I’d done something right. For the first time, I could leave that house and never worry about being thrown into a basement. Or being thrashed by a belt.
Min Yoongi looked dangerous but not violent.
Whatever he may yell or scream at me , I doubted he would hit me.
Finally the date for our marriage was fixed.
In two months we would be wed.
With shaky fingers I signed the prenup and the dowry. He gave me a look of calculating revenge.
“Say your prayers, you little witch. You’re in for some serious trouble ” He whispered, before stalking out of the room.
On December 7th , we were married in a small private ceremony held in the private ballroom of the Bangtan Hotel. It was attended by just the family and six of his closest friends and business associates. I was told to memorize their names. Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jung Kook.
Because Yoongi was busy with a deal, we wouldn’t be leaving on a honeymoon. All my clothes, jewelry and everything else was packed and moved to the huge penthouse on the top floor of Bangtan Inc.,
On the wedding night, I sat on the small uncomfortable couch of the foyer. The penthouse was locked and no one else was there. I was supposed to meet my husband there but he was nowhere to be found. Deep down I knew he wasn’t coming. But I couldn’t really go back downstairs and tell someone that my husband had abandoned me. So I stayed sitting there .
After about three hours, my body started going numb. The heat in the building was slowly dying down and I was still dressed in the strapless wedding gown from the evening. I curled into a ball on the small couch, suddenly thankful for my short stature. After a few more minutes I started drifting off to sleep. And then I heard voices.
From inside the penthouse.
Surprised and still a bit groggy, I made my way to the door. I gave it a slight push and to my complete surprise, the door swung open. I had tried openeing it for a long time. Had it been closed on the inside then? If so, who had opened it now?
I followed the voices to the end of the exquisitely decorated living space and stopped short in surprise.
It wasn’t just voices.
It was moaning. Panting.
“Oh, babe, I love you so much….”
It was Yoongi’s voice. And some other woman.
I stayed frozen on the carpet, mind finally processing what was going on in the other side of the door. On our bed. On the bed that had probably been decorated for our first night as husband and wife.
My husband was having sex with another woman.
Sudden blinding pain shot through me. It was completely unwarranted. It wasn’t like he had promised me love and a happily ever after. He’d warned me that he was in love with another woman. So why did it hurt so damn much??
Maybe because I’d hoped he’d at least wait till after our first night was over, to cheat on me.
The last phrase made me laugh.
Cheat on me?
Who was I for him to cheat on me?
He didn’t love me.
He didn’t even care if I froze to death in the cold hallway.
He wasn’t a friend or a companion. The sooner I got that into my head the happier I could be.
Swallowing the pain I quickly crept to the couch in the corner of the living space. It was warm inside the penthouse. I slipped out of my gown with ease. I stood still in just the shift and my inner wear, savoring the warm air on my frozen skin. I used the skirt of my wedding dress as a sort of blanket and went to sleep on the couch. I fell asleep quickly.
Prompt: You found Negan in a sticky situation and you help him out of it - Prompt via the wonderful @perseusandmedusa
Ships: Negan x Reader Words: 1,106 Warnings: Curses, gore
You were covered in reeking Walker guts. Your eyes were watering from the smell as you attempted to only breathe through your mouth. You only had a small way to go before you came across the quaint cabin that your family had once vacationed in. You could see it in your mind’s eye.
The two bedroom cabin with a dark, oak wood panelling on the outside. There was a large lake that your father used to take you fishing on beside the cabin. You wondered idly if the boat would still be tied up on the small dock. When you had last seen it there had been ivy clinging to the side of the cabin, attempting to climb on the stone roofing and the flowerbeds full to the brim with petunias, sunflowers, roses and daisy’s.
Marten van Cleve the Elder - An Outdoor Wedding Dance by Gandalf Via Flickr: The inspiration for the composition derives from two principal sources: Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s Wedding Dance, dated 1566, now in the Detroit Institute of Arts, and an engraving by Pieter van der Heyden after a design by Bruegel the Elder, which Van Cleve himself interpreted in a wonderfully free and unselfconscious drawing. Infra-red imaging of the present picture reveals a mixture of probably traced outlines with more freely-drawn working-up of figures, especially those around and near the table to the left, as well as some architectural elements.
[Sotheby’s, London - Oil on oak panel, 73 x 104 cm]
well, then scientist will always be my word for hero.
Who says Carlos doesn’t have a dramatic flare in him? Dana inspired by meadowruedraws’ Dana. *U* (she’s so great AHH) I’m sure a LOT of people have drawn this scene already but I can’t not join the bandwagon :P
*edit: fixed a lot of stuff (nah I just pretty much added sparkles), plus added that missing element on Carlos’ science shirt!
<br /><i>Via Flickr:</i>
<br />The inspiration for the composition derives from two principal sources: Pieter Bruegel the Elder's Wedding Dance, dated 1566, now in the Detroit Institute of Arts, and an engraving by Pieter van der Heyden after a design by Bruegel the Elder, which Van Cleve himself interpreted in a wonderfully free and unselfconscious drawing. Infra-red imaging of the present picture reveals a mixture of probably traced outlines with more freely-drawn working-up of figures, especially those around and near the table to the left, as well as some architectural elements.
[Sotheby’s, London - Oil on oak panel, 73 x 104 cm]
Marten van Cleve the Elder (Antwerp 1527–1581) was a Flemish painter and draftsman active in Antwerp between 1551 and 1581.