#nightshine629

[christinesficrecs]

Bye! Have a good break! You deserve it! We love you!

Awe. Thank you!! 🧡💙🧡

[elizabethboleyn]

You wrote on a post for Katherine Parr, that she called out Thomas for his bullshit on her death bed. Could you go into further details on that incident?

So in February 1549, when Thomas was jailed and the investigation was building up against him Catherine Parr's close friend and lady-in-waiting Elizabeth Tyrwhitt wrote the following of what happened when Catherine was on her deathbed six months before:

“Two days afore the death of the Queen, at my coming to her in the morning, she asked me where I had been so long, and said unto me, she did fear such things in herself, that she was sure she could not live: Whereunto I answered, as I thought, that I saw no likelihood of death in her. She then having my Lord Admiral by the hand, and divers others standing by, spake these words, partly, as I took it, idly [deliriously], ‘My Lady Tyrwhitt, I am not well handled, for those that be about me careth not for me, but standeth laughing at my grief, and the more good I will to them, the less good they will to me:’ Whereunto my Lord Admiral answered ‘why sweetheart, I would you no hurt.’ And she said to him again aloud, ‘No, my Lord, I think so’: and immediately she said to him in his ear, ‘but my Lord you have given me many shrewd taunts.’ Those words I percieved she spoke with good memory, and very sharply and earnestly, for her mind was far unquieted. My Lord Admiral perceiving that I heard it, called me aside, and asked me what she said; and I declared it plainly to him.”

Elizabeth did acknowledge that Catherine was suffering from childbed fever and may have said them out of delirium, but, they were still said.

The thing I find most interesting is that at the time of the investigation of Thomas Seymour, is that the head of the regency council his own brother Edward Seymour (and his wife) held no great love for Catherine Parr and could have implicated her in Thomas' downfall and did not.

Most questioned still held her in high regard as their mistress. After all, she was still a beloved wife of the illustrious Henry VIII and the dear stepmother of their current King and his sisters.

Thanks for letting me chat about one of my favourite people.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

So I searched throughout the blog both tags and Missing Fics thread but I could not find this particular fic. Derek gives Stiles the Pack to “fix them” because they’re traumatized but Derek explains that Alphas are more cold and stern than warm but it doesn’t work in a pack of bitten teens. Isaac and Scott were cuddling on Derek’s bed. Scott/Isaac/Allison was a thing. Stiles promises everyone in the Pack who comes to him an answer to their questions by providing research. They all go camping at a cabin of Lydia’s but Stiles and Derek visit the Alpha of the area and have dinner with them when Stiles realizes that they’re trying to set Derek up with a pack mate. Stiles is also having hazy not so platonic dreams about sleeping next to Derek. If it’s still up, fantastic but if it’s been deleted, I would love to see if anyone has a copy of this? Please and thank you for all the hard work.

You found your own fic, @nightshine629! Thanks for letting me know.

And If I Die Before I Wake by consciousness_streaming

(6/6 I 60,411 I Explicit I Sterek)

When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn't think it's a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he's going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.

[doctorgerth]

Mihawk is definitely a man to go after a partner where he prioritizes personality and ideals over looks. But he certainly can appreciate a curvy person. Maybe it’s his inner child speaking or the ever goth aesthetic he adores, he is fond of the ever pumpkin shape men and women. The man might understand entirely others opinion on chub but he is there to chase his partners doubts away with a bit of flattery and showing them exactly how much he appreciates their form. But his best expression is the tenderness in his eyes. When he’s away, Mihawk goes as far as to write a series of beautifully written love letters to what he adores about them—physical and emotionally—bound in scarlet ribbons to be not-so-hidden all over the castle for his partner to find. If he just so happens to go a tad overzealous about their curves and chub, than that is between him and his partner.

this is honestly so incredibly perfect as is, I feel like adding on to it would only tarnish the beauty. 🥺 thank you for sharing this precious idea, I especially love the love letters bound in scarlet ribbon — that so screams Mihawk love language <3

[when-he-writes-stuff]

Domestic, parental Sterek years into the future with “Welcome home.”

“We miss you, Stiles.”

Stiles pressed the phone against his ear, eyes roving unseeingly over the papers spread across his desk. He’d been called to DC a few weeks ago and had been kept busy ever since then. So much so, he’d almost missed his calls home every night, sometimes forgetting to check the clock until long after Emma had gone to bed.

We miss you.

“I know,” he said quietly, pen between his teeth. “I’ll talk to my boss and see how much longer he wants me out here. It can’t be much longer than a few more days.”

“So there’s been no new break in the case?”

“Nothing I can talk about over the phone,” Stiles said with a sigh. “But… no, not really. Nothing good at least. I could really use your werewolf sniffer skills, you know.”

He thought he heard Derek huff. “I’m sure you could.”

“Is Em in bed yet?”

“She refused to be tucked in until she talked to her dad.”

Stiles’s heart broke a little. When he’d taken his internship under the FBI to the next level, he’d never really seen it taking him out of the house so often. Derek understood, Stiles knew he did, but it still hurt more and more every time he had to say goodbye to his husband and daughter for longer than a week.

“She just wants an extended bedtime, Sourwolf,” Stiles said, putting as much humor into his voice as he could manage. “You just too gullible. Can you put her on?”

Stiles caught the sound of Derek laughing and moving around. Then there was a faint gentle voice, the sound of soft breaths against the receiver, and Stiles covered his mouth as he smiled.

“Hey, Em. You staying out of trouble?”

“Dad?”

“I’m here, kiddo,” Stiles said softly, swallowing hard. On the other side of the phone, he could hear Derek saying something else before Emma’s voice came through again. 

“Are you coming home soon?”

“Soon,” Stiles said, eyes flitting over the case files spread out across his hotel room desk again. “I promise, squirt. Soon.”

“Daddy misses you.”

Stiles closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath. “I know.”

“I miss you too.”

“But you’re being good for daddy, right?”

He thought he heard a faint chuckle and then Emma was laughing too. “I’m being good.”

“Going to bed on time?”

“Dad gives me a cookie if I do.”

“That’s blackmail and your father is spoiling you.”

Stiles definitely heard the sound of Derek’s laughter abruptly cut off this time. Then Emma’s voice came through the phone again, far too smug to be fair for a child her age. “Auntie Erica taught me.”

“Of course, she did, the heathen. You’re not allowed to be alone with her anymore.”

“She said you’d say that.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips, and then he heard Derek saying something soft again. Stiles’s smile melted once more as Emma’s voice came through again; muted this time.

“Daddy says it’s time for bed.”

“It is, squirt. You know how crabby you get when you don’t sleep enough.”

“I’m big enough to stay up late.”

“We’ll have that conversation when I get home.”

“Soon?”

Stiles’s heart broke again. “Soon, kiddo. I promise.”

He really should have known better to make promises that he had no control over, but Stiles couldn’t stop himself when it came to his kid. He scrubbed a hand over his face, blinking hard, and when Derek’s voice came back through the receiver, it was soft enough that Stiles knew Derek realized exactly what he needed.

“She’s alright, Stiles. And you are too.”

“I miss you both.”

“I know,” the man said gently. “But you keep saving the world, babe. She’s already taken your badge to show-and-tell twice this week and I’m pretty sure the only day they had it was on Monday.”

Stiles huffed. “I was wondering where that had gone.”

“I have it in safe-keeping.”

“No,” Stiles said, swallowing hard. “It’s, uh, okay. Let her carry it around. My boss is used to me losing things anyway. I can totally-probably-hopefully get a new one.”

“You’re a mess, Stiles.”

“I know,” Stiles whispered. “But I’m your mess. Remember?”

“Mine.”

“I miss you, Sourwolf.”

“I know,” the man said quietly. “But we’ll be here waiting for when you get back. Just don’t do anything stupid until then, okay?”

“Me? Doing something stupid? Never.”

“Stay safe, Stiles.”

“Of course,” Stiles said. He rubbed a hand over his shoulder where there was a triskelion tattoo inked beneath his t-shirt. Swallowing hard, his fingers curled into the thin material and he closed his eyes, resting his chin on the back of his other hand. “I’ll come back to you guys.”

“Soon?”

“Soon.”

The silence stretched for a little longer, but Stiles was okay with that. He set down the phone, continued to work, and just relaxed to the sound of Derek’s breaths. The faint typing of a computer on the other side of the phone.

And like usual, the call stretched on until one of them eventually fell asleep.

-

Derek was pretty sure Emma was going to be the death of him. And out of all the things he’d survived, dying like this really wouldn’t be fair. But if he had to talk her out of wearing her underwear on her head and running around the house screaming obscenities one more time (which she had so learned from Stiles) he was going to die.

Literally die.

Derek just needed a nap.

It didn’t help that there wasn’t a corner of the house that was clean, the rest of the betas were dealing with their own problems, and Derek had to remind himself sometimes that he wasn’t just babysitting. This was his actual kid. He couldn’t just hand her off when he needed sleep— especially when Stiles wasn’t around.

The house suddenly quieted and Derek was pretty sure Emma was hiding somewhere with her underwear hat. But he had officially given up.

When the doorbell rang, the distraction was almost a relief.

But then he caught that scent.

The scent of cinnamon and vanilla, with faint hints of electricity. 

Derek was at the door in a second, opening it up to reveal a grinning Stiles. For a moment, all he could do was stare. Then he was moving forward, catching the young man’s lips with his own and Stiles rumbled a laugh against his mouth, hand carding through his hair.

“Hey there, Sourwolf.”

“Welcome home.”

Stiles pulled back an inch. “Is the little squirt around or—”

“Dad!’

Stiles’s face cracked into a grin and he dropped down into a crouch, blonde-hair covered by an underwear hat crashing into his arms. Derek’s chest warmed at the sound of barked laughter and Stiles pulled their daughter in close. He swore this happened every time; every time Stiles came home. Every time he saw them wrapped in each other’s arms, Derek felt like his heart could explode.

As if reading his thoughts, Stiles peered upward, opening an arm. And Derek crouched down too, eyes fluttering closed as he was overwhelmed by the scent of home.

“Hi, Sourwolf,” Stiles said, softly, pressing a kiss against his forehead. Derek almost whined and Emma’s head popped up between their arms

“You’re back, dad!”

“I am, kiddo.”

“That was soon.”

“Of course, it was,” Stiles said, eyes shining. “I hopped on a plane to come back to you as soon as I could. Had to make sure all the cookies weren’t gone before I got home.”

Emma’s expression turned bashful. Stiles’s eyes rounded.

“They’re already gone?”

“It wasn’t me! Daddy ate the last one!”

Stiles fixed Derek with a wide-eyed look of mock betrayal and Derek rolled his eyes; until Emma gave him an imploring look, that is. Then Derek sighed, dropping his chin onto the top of her head. “Yeah, it was me.”

“Bad wolf.”

“Bad wolf!”

Derek growled threateningly and he didn’t even have a chance to pull the underwear off of Emma’s head before she was shoving herself up, nearly knocking against Derek’s chin as she took off back down the hallway. He rolled his eyes again, looking at Stiles tiredly.

“I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Every time this house isn’t burned down, I have a little bit more respect for you.”

“You should.”

“But then again, that is your job as the big bad poppa wolf—”

Derek growled again, red eyes flashing as he caught Stiles by his fancy FBI tie and pulled him into another kiss, nothing but heat behind it this time. Stiles laughed around his lips, melting into the embrace, and Derek found his chest growing even warmer as distant laughter rang through the air.

That probably didn’t mean anything good. But he figured that was a later problem. One with Stiles at his side again.

“Welcome home, Stiles.”

- -

I don’t write kid-fics often but when I do, their kids are utterly little shits. And I love it! I had so much fun with this prompt, my friend, thank you for sending it!

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[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Most teachers and aids and those who work in childcare miss their kids desperately. Myself included. I have the parents numbers of one of my kids that moved from the toddler room to the big kid room for medical purposes, he found out it was my number and left me a voicemail of “Miss Wana where are you? I got Olaf on my panties! (He’s potty training and he’s very excited). I gotts to go. Love you!” I bawled like a baby. It’s still in my phone.

Oh dear! I’m genuinely so sorry for everyone who has to be without so many of the people they care about and are used to being around right now and my heart goes out to all of you! I am blessed that I can still see my immediate family and my boyfriend without risking anyone’s health and I’m so sorry for those who are more isolated than me. That gotta be really tough.

[toxikku]

those are their codenames now

[thefloorisbalaclava]

”I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes…” Belle + Arthur!

This was fun!

Belle listened to the men discussing how they were going to break Arthur out of jail...again. She really shouldn't be eavesdropping, but she couldn't help herself. As they prepared to leave, Belle walked out from the tree she had stopped behind.

"Can I come?" she asked. John and Charles looked at her then Charles stepped forward.

"That would not be a good idea. I doubt Arthur would want you involved in something like this." Belle pouted and Charles had to look away. It seems that face she made didn't just affect Arthur.

"He's right, Belle. Besides...Arthur would kill us if we let you come along. It's dangerous." John stepped forward now and put his hand on her shoulder.

"I've been running with you guys for months now. I think I can handle a bit of danger. Please?" She clasped her hands in front of her, begging.

Charles and John looked at each other and groaned. "Fine, but you can't go in that." Charles pointed to her dress.

"What's wrong with it?"

"A woman will only draw more attention." He looked around trying to think of a solution.

"I got it!" Belle exclaimed running to Arthur’s tent, grabbing a few of his clothes then running to her tent to get some privacy as she changed into what she took from Arthur. She knew Miss Grimshaw had just washed the clothes so cleanliness wasn't what she was worried about. The clothes were way too big and if not for the suspenders, the pants would have fallen off her. The shirt sleeves hung past her hands so she took the time to roll them up. The last touch was the hat. She put her hair up into a messy bun then put the hat on. When she stepped out the two men bit their lips and tried their hardest not to laugh.

"Go on and let it out," she told them and they doubled over.

"You look ridiculous," John said breathlessly.

"So do you," Belle said and he straightened up, clearing his throat as Charles chuckled beside him. "Let's go."

"Arthur's gonna kill us," John repeated as they all mounted their horses and rode into town.

***********

"So what's the plan?" Belle asked, staring at the town coming up quick.

"We, uh, we don't actually have one," Charles admitted. "Guess we'll knock out the guards and maybe you can grab the key."

"You guess? Do men ever plan anything?" She rolled her eyes, exasperated. The men moved ahead of her and put their masks on and she pulled the bandana over her face. They hitched the horses nearby then walked to the jail.

Belle struggled with the too big clothes but managed to keep up. They refused to give her a gun and she guessed that was for her own good.

"I'm seein' three guards," John said quietly. "Wait 'til we give the word." The men ran in and Belle waited nervously, hearing a struggle. After awhile, she became impatient and ran into the jail. Luckily they were done subduing everyone. "I told you to wait, Miss Belle!" John whispered angrily, searching the guards for the key along with Charles.

"Miss Belle?" she heard Arthur nearly shout and he stood to grab the bars. "Y'all lost your damn minds bringin' her along?"

"She insisted," Charles said quietly, tossing Belle the key.

She unlocked the cell door nervously and backed away as Arthur stepped out. "Hey Arthur." He was about to speak but she put her hand up. "We should get out of here." They all agreed and quickly walked to their horses. Arthur grumbled something that only Belle understood and she let Arthur climb on first then she hopped on behind him, wrapping her arms around him. "I hope you're not too mad at me." When he didn't respond, she squeezed her arms around him tighter but he only grunted.

*********

They made it back to camp in one piece but Arthur wouldn't speak to any of them. John and Charles left her alone with Arthur but she really wished they hadn't. She brushed the horse awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact. Arthur finally got a good look at her and huffed.

"I can't believe…," he started but she cut him off.

"That I thought it was a good idea to go with them. I know but I guess I wanted to feel like I played a part in saving you," she confessed. He walked up to her, taking in her appearance. She was already small compared to him but in his clothes and with him standing this close she felt even smaller.

"I can't believe you're actually wearin' my clothes," he chuckled and Belle relaxed a little.

"They didn't think it was a good idea to go riding into rescue you with a dress on."

"My hat too, huh?" He plucked it off her head and put it on his.

"Sorry." She shrugged. "I'll put them back now."

"I should be thankin' you. I didn't mean to get so angry. Just didn't want anything happenin' to you." He placed a kiss at the top of her head and Belle sighed happily.

"You don't have to thank me. I had a lot of fun!"

"That don't mean you'll be doin' it again any time soon," he scolded.

"I know. I'm gonna go change back into my own clothes. I'm swimming in these." She held up her arms which were now hidden by the sleeves since they rolled back down on their own. Arthur laughed and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Tell me somethin'...you wearin' my union suit too?" he asked.

Belle smiled slyly then lifted an eyebrow. "No." His eyes widened and she knew exactly what he was thinking. "I'll have these back to you in a moment." She walked away, leaving him there staring after her.

"Jesus," he said under his breath. Belle smiled as she took one last look at him before closing the tent flap. She was sure Arthur took quite a liking to her wearing his clothes.