#firsts and lasts

[moodywho]

There’s a first time for everything. And a last time.

The Eleventh Hour - The Time of The Doctor 

[somnirous]

oh my days, the thought where red is harry’s favorite colour, whilst green is tom’s favorite colour, and harry’s eyes are green whereas tom’s is red.

coincidence? i think not!!

imagine.

when they meet for the very first time, the trait that caught their attention most, making them curious and interested in the other, was their eyes because their eyes are the shade of their favorite colours.

to add on, the killing curse is green and stunning curse is red. the last time they ever see each other, they’re watching the blending, the combination of bright, vivid greens and reds.

if you do draw or write this idea out, please tag me LOL (i wanna see)

[glimbowweek]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Set just before Heart Part 1. The war is coming to an end.

With their futures unclear, Bow and Glimmer find some time alone. (Words: 1499)

(This was posted on time for Glimbow Week, your mod is just a forgetful disaster and forgot to share it on the blog until now, I'm so sorry!)

[avatarexpert]

Avalance Firsts and Lasts:

Pinky Swear-4x04//5x13

Kiss-3x12//5x13

FEEL FREE TO ADD!

[mtwalker]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alice Cullen/Jasper Hale Characters: Alice Cullen, Jasper Hale Additional Tags: Firsts and Lasts, Scars, this one's really short Summary:

The last time Jasper hides his scars, and the first time he feels unabashedly happy.

[hellospunkiebrewster]

First vs last, 10, Sinclaire

Ooooh I like this one. First and last trimester. I’ll do these as entries in Ernest’s big ol’ new diary at Ledford Park.

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Ledford Park, December 25, 1816

Another year brings another Christmastime to Ledford. While the finishings have been placed on the new great house, it was hard for me to call it my home just yet. Gone from the halls was every whisper of an eidolon, leaving the new house starkly blank. I suppose it means I should create new memories. 

Tonight, the walls of this house and pages of this book gain an imprint of one of the happiest memories I will ever know. My dearest, Emmeline, is with child. After our guests from Edgewater departed and the staff had retired for the night, she brought out a small wrapped box. I felt sheepish in that I hadn’t thought of anything additional for my wife, considerate and kind as always. She insisted that this surprise was something for the both of us and beamed though I knew the day had been taxing for her. Even her favorite figgy pudding turned her stomach at the rich dinner we had prepared. Inside the box Emmeline had wrapped the tiniest pair of socks I had ever seen with delicate flowers embroidered at the cuff. The surge of joy that swelled within me is one I am not sure will ever be surpassed. I am to be the father of her child! 

With joy always come worry over the unknown. Weeks ago, I began to grow concerned with her current disposition, the recent cold snap bringing with it a horrific turn of her stomach. I wished to bring her to the seaside to ease her ailment, despite my commitments, only at this time of year the cold wind is likely to do more harm than good. She eats little these days, the smell of sweetmeats drives away her appetite.

There is much work to be done here. Tomorrow I shall start by sending for a midwife and an accoucheur. Perhaps two. One can never be too cautious in these things. Should it be required we may travel to London.

Ernest Sinclaire

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Ledford Park, June 9, 1817

We return to Ledford early this year to begin Emmeline’s confinement in our home. She insists it is not necessary for me to be so preoccupied and to finish my work in town, but there is little I can do if my mind is here with her instead of at Westminster. I shall take the time with her, to fuss and dote on her, no matter now much she and others – the dowager has relentlessly told me I am making too much of a fuss for a man – tell me this not my duty. I swore to Emmeline on the day we married, and many times before, that her challenges were mine.

The London season was a quiet one this year, much to Emmeline’s chagrin. My wife adores dancing and late night conversation with friends, but her condition this year leaves her tired by the early evening. Our child tumbles inside of her each and every night, waking her.

Her appetite has returned and with it her belly grows, each day rounder with our child.

I have called for her London accoucheur to come and be housed at the inn in nearby Moorfield at my expense. He has been touted as one of the best. While the gentleman tells me that my wife has had nothing but a routine pregnancy, it does little to calm my worried mind. She is so small and our child grows larger within her by the day. The local midwives we have called all tell me the same. I worry over her health and the health of our child so much that the closer the day comes, the less sleep I am able to achieve. 

I am still ever eager to meet our child, but with the passing of time also comes a sense of disquiet of which I have never felt before. There are nights I wake in a sweat, reaching out for my wife, only to find her sleeping soundly. Our roles have switched at meals wherein now she eats her fill and I struggle to keep down a bite. I know not why this worriment has taken hold of me but it only gets stronger as Emmeline gets closer to delivering our child.

Ernest Sinclaire

[natstolemysocks]

2020: thanks, firsts and lasts

Did a stealerony of @avettabendrot ‘s idea for this. *pokes the Miqo slit-eye*

Gods, what a year. Had it been an island, I’d have gladly blown it up (/vague reference to my childhood). Well... after all of you got off it, anyway. ;) Special thanks to @lukawarrioroflight​ for appearing in my life when you did. Feels like we’ve known eachother for literal years. @enkidu-egi , for indulging me in all my odd requests. @steelclackers for providing me with a set of awesome Ayo’a emotes for banners! @avettabendrot for trying very hard with me. Also thank A’vett and @spotofmummery​ for the card and letter respectively. I know I wrote in to get them but they were nevertheless great surprises.

Also a big thank you to everyone replying to my questions about moving to the Crystal DC from outside the US. I heavily lean towards doing it. What’s holding me back still is the logistics, but that’s for me to plan and figure out.

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First personal post:

My first post of the year was actually just a pixiv cat loaf meme. :P

Last personal post:

My last post was the drawing of my cat I did for the holidays

First screenshot:

(Nothing to see really, but I probably thought I was hilarious in chat)

Last screenshot:

(October!!! Waw... Was going through MSQ on my Crystal DC alt at the time. I ponder on what to do with this one when I bring my main over)

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Well, I hope the year of the metal Ox brings something better than the year of the golden plague Rat :P