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Since it appears I’m still shadowbanned on this blog and regardless of emailing support it stills this way - well, posting is the only thing available here for none of you to see it anyway, you can check and follow my new blog - @midway-ans - where all future stuff’ll be posting.

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The Wedding Whisperer: Act Seven

“Don’t what?” Lewis’s thumb brushed his pulse point. “Acknowledge that you’re here? That you brought me coffee from the one shop in London that doesn’t burn the beans? That you’re wearing a shirt that’s two buttons too loose for ‘professionalism’?”

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The Wedding Whisperer: Act Six

“Lunch,” Lewis repeated, slower, as if George were dense. “You and me. Now. I haven’t seen you in days, and I’m starving.”

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The Wedding Whisperer: Act Five

Alex: Peonies for the ballroom? 🥹 Soft, fluffy, dreamy ones? Lo says they remind him of our first date! P.S. You’re a genius, ignore Lewis if he’s being a dick xx

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fyi NOT telling anyone you may have a certain condition that also may turn out terminal is a shit move

Thank you for your absolutely blind judgement of other people’s life choices, that was very informative. Apart from having 75-80% of developing skin cancer risk, I am even more likely to be killed on any given day by some russian bomb/missile/drone, which, if I may stress it out, is the very reason for me dealing with these consequences now, same risk stays for my mum, my grandma, my friends and partner, so I assure you, here in Ukraine we very much are aware of possibilities of loosing our loved ones any moment.

If we get back to the point of your, um, statement, advice, ask, amidst the hell that this life often turns out to be, I choose not to bother people who have million more things to worry about with my ‘possible’ future health conditions. I see my mum loosing her former servicemen and women, people who shaped my own personality too since I was a kid, I see my grandma fearing one day my mum will face the need to get back in military and head to frontline, I see people live with spaceships of their worries and I’m choosing to not be another one to them. If I can control the narrative at least by shielding them from this unnecessary burden, that’s the least I can do for them. The only person I told about that news was my partner, because a man who spent last six years with me deserves to know, and I have to let a person a way out until things might get complicated, but he said that even being a grownup business woman I am beyond silly if I thought he’d back out.

So, what can I say, take care of yourself, not about random me on the internet that much.

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MERCEDES LIVERY??

Why we all jumped into caps but ok, guess we’re just excited yay 🙌🏻 I like it, I genuinely like it, she’s cunty, she’s gorgeous, and I pray this diva will let her drivers show some miracles on track. My mum gasped, and like, after 25 years in military I rarely see her that excited, except for the times cat sleeps cute.

I dunno, I have such bizarre mixed feelings, I was supposed to come watch the launch with my mum and tell her about my doctor’s visit today, but I just couldn’t bring myself to say a word when she was so happy (I mean red bull was booed, she had a time of her life) so that was a moment when I decided I probably won’t tell anybody anything cause why burden people you love and care about

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WE GOT GEORGE AND LEWIS HUGGING AND MAKING HEART EYES AT EACH OTHER

That melted me soooo bad, in best way, the moment I saw them clutching each other, George’s HEY THERE ripped shirt, holy moly, they’re making babies tonight, they wouldn’t even know someone got booed

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RB WERE SOOO BOOOED

Great, that’s fantastic, that’s one of the greatest things from tonight, and FIA was booed, and Horner was booed, and max was booed, and he would’ve been booed if he had some balls saying one single word on that stage, and this is the most right public statement for that shit of a team - to be loudly booed, because if you’re being an absolute jerk, an idiot, a walking threat on the paddock, a racist, a homophobe, an abuser, and more more words in line I can put in to describe that ‘men’, you should be booed whenever you decide to go out and grab some snacks for your stupid deranged ass, you shouldn’t breathe for one second without feeling that pressure, so yeah, thank you London for balancing the scales of justice a bit, I enjoyed it very much

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I'd also want to say, do the checkups. I know about the possibility of my future condition because I am required to see a doctor regularly after a skin graft, many people without symptoms find out about this kind of thing late in the process with very few options they can pursue. If you have the opportunity, do a checkup. See a doctor. Take care of yourself

I didn’t wake up to hear that due to underlying damage and immunosuppressive medications there are now some potentially high risks of developing skin cancer, because one can take at least 1-2 shits per year, and it’s only fucking started.

But whatever, not dying before at least putin or trump does, these assholes before me

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I didn’t wake up to hear that due to underlying damage and immunosuppressive medications there are now some potentially high risks of developing skin cancer, because one can take at least 1-2 shits per year, and it’s only fucking started.

But whatever, not dying before at least putin or trump does, these assholes before me

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This is ridiculous, ohh says the silliest person on planet Earth, but I randomly decided to take dancing classes. Yeah, right? I’m the most wooden of all tables in the room, but I was ehe ‘that’s fun’ and I’m not ready to get back into gym for some activity after my past experience but WHATEVER, it’s salsa, rumba, so the stuff I thought elder ladies do. Nah-ah. I was asked out for a drink FOUR times, and last guy just said “Well why you go here then?”. Excuse me, to shake that butt a bit, so it won’t go dusty.

My pray is, good lord (I’m not even religious but) if I’m destined to relive my own fic ideas, please don’t send the laundry one on my way, I won’t sell pussy for peonies 🙏🏻😭

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there’s a rain pouring down on me these days, a rain of your creativity and writing, and I beg it to never stop because HOOOW you bring all these universes and make fanfiction writing leap on another level!! thank you for your service and may it never stop 🙏🏽

In any of these universes I would surely kiss your cheek, because this is touching beyond my empathetic capacity, I’m melting and purring and rubbing on it RESPECTFULLY and saying meow and pet me more pretty precious please

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Spin Cycle

Neighbours AU: The Laundry Room

Now this little thing made its way to ao3 too in a completed story form with 3rd extra chapter. Thanks to all of you who’ve read this and liked it, hope you’ll enjoy the third part as well 🤍

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U wot M8..hello chav-cedes

You can take the boys outta Merc but you can’t take the Brit out the boys. Looking forward to running into them at the newsagents

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..ok I knew you’re insane in a cool way in regards of throwing masterpieces left and right, but George as Grace Kelly???

But isn’t it a vision, right? Prince George, George of Monaco, and my all-time favourite Miserable George who fights for getting his life back in Hollywood where he lived and shone. Ah, and Lewis being this man appearing in crimson from the blur of Monaco dawn and holding out his hand, begging George to come back. The longing, the yearning, the years of playing their roles like they haven’t been in love for as long as they know each other.

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I’m blaming the air raid at 3 a.m. but what if like… George - Grace Kelly-ish? And like, Lewis Alfred Hitchcock-esque? But not THAT old, just a genius director trying to bring his megastar actor back to Hollywood after years in marriage with Monaco’s Prince? George Grimaldi, I meaaan… that sounds majestic, innit?

I won’t even say this is surely has to be a/b/o heavily tagged, because GOD I need royal children drama too.

Anyway, I think this lambada with jumping between genres and plots and AUs just makes some things to my brain. I had this blurred vision of this idea some time ago, and now that I’ve completed it in my head I’m sitting like a polite parrot ‘wooo this is a finished fic’. Squawk. 🦜

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well if not the tea then your valentine’s gift reveal!!

It was actually so sweet but it wrecked me like a train on full speed, because I got a photoshoot in a dress with my whole back on display, open, bare, with no makeup or skin patches on my transplanted skin there, so the first 30 minutes I was weeping with a girl who was a photographer and she said like one billion times ‘you’re so beautiful’ and then we realised that ruined face makeup will actually be wild for these pictures so that’s what it was. I mean, I knew it would break me because when I only thought about cutting my hair a few months ago and leaving this whole *situation* on display this summer, I was on a brink of panic attack, I have almost a waist length hair and I hide under it, and nooow there I was like tadaaah look that’s a burnt chicken right here!!