#2023 at 10:24PM

[ao3feed-bottom-geralt-rights]

by niezjadajmnie

"Watch your mouth, bard." the witcher growled. "I could hold you down and do whatever I want with you. You wouldn't stand a chance against me. I could strangle you, destroy you right here and now."

Jaskier only smiled. "Of course you could. Dare you try?"

OR

Geralt needs to blow off some steam and Jaskier is more than happy to help. On his terms, of course.

Words: 3163, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: Teasing, Dirty Talk, Ballads, Bottom Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Horny Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Top Jaskier | Dandelion, Potions, Threats of Violence, Riding, Spit As Lube, Discipline, Songwriting, very dominant Jaskier|Dandelion, Pet Names, Geralt is a good boy, Porn With Plot, degrading, Begging

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[saintmeghanmarkle]

For thoe Sinners in the UK...

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[food-log-life]

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[mft-toyama]

「なぜ鶏肉を洗うのか」 https://t.co/ZovFgatpMX 調理前の鶏肉を水で洗う人がいかに多いかという話。 生の鶏肉はカンピロバクターやサルモネラが付いてて洗うとキッチンに飛び散ってしまう （世界各国の保健機関はどこも「洗うな」と勧告しているけど周知されていない）

— ゆきまさかずよし (@Kyukimasa) Jan 6, 2023

[rkntg]

[the-daily-scrommit]

January 28, 2023

Jan 28, 2023 - Fourteenth entry

This week has been interesting, to say the least.

My ex's birthday was the 25th, and the few days leading up to it, I felt strongly that something would happen the night of the 24th, 25th, or within the few days following.

The night of the 26th, they ask to call, and I accept. They tell me about how thankful they are for what I brought to their life and that they didn't say it enough throughout the relationship; that may be one of the first, if not only, self-aware things they've said about where they lacked in the relationship so far. We also ended up talking about the pursuit of friendship between us following me making a comment about how I don't actually know how they felt at the time. They had told me they did want to pursue a friendship with me and start talking casually again, but that it, "might be hard for [them] to make time for [me] this upcoming month," because of their schedule. That conversation was the first time they had brought up actually making time for me instead of only finding time for me; it was a shocker and even now is really stuck in my head.

I let them know that because they were the one who wanted to end the relationship and wanted so much space, they will have to be the one to reach out and pursue me. They seemed content with that, and it didn't seem to change their stance on wanting to be friends. I was very firm that I might never see them again, and I'm content with that. Later over text, I was transparent that I'm not even sure that I want to keep them in my life. Two days later and they still have yet to respond.

It's probably for the better, though. Yesterday, I spent some time with a mutual friend of mine and my ex's. They confirmed a lot that I disregarded throughout that relationship; it was so much of me giving everything I had for so little in return. I could drawl on and on about everything and make an itemized list of where they fucked up, but I don't have much of a reason to anymore. I've already done that over and over to friends on text and calls and in my head and personal journals to one extent or another.

They really fucked up. One of these days, they'll realize that, and a little sadistic part of me can't wait for that day to come.

Right now, while I'm experiencing a lot of intense outward anger, the rest of me is at peace. I know I'm in a better place than they are with how much I'm doing for myself and in general. I have a lot of good shit coming to me and it's all so close and within reach, I know it.

For now, I should call it a night, at least as far as screaming on the internet about my shit ex goes. I will talk to you all whenever I feel like it next.

Until next time, goodnight, take care; I am sending you love <3

[aiskeleton13]

10:42am 9/11/2023

7:24pm 9/14/2023

"Meth head"

5:15pm

"Jocelyn is right" about nothing

9/9/2023 8:07pm

"Are you schizophrenic? Yeah"

yeah, no.

"What are you doing? Committing sucide"

6:558pm 9/13/2023

"Whens the last time you gothigh? Just yesterday"

7:03am 9/13/2023

"What are you?Rapist dick"

8:19am 9/13/2023

2:06pm 9/14/2023

12:00 -12:31am

Schizophrenia

9/14/2023 2:42pm, 10:31am

7:21pm 9/14/2023

"Are you the AI? No"

9/14/2023 7:21pm

"Are you yellow? No."

"I'm the bad guy"

Good for you

[rosainta]

Day 4 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs

Started December 10th, 2023 at 8:24PM, Home Finished December 10th, 2023 at 10:45PM, Home Log #4

Author's Notes: Originally, I planned for this short story to be only a two-parter. However, I got so carried away with writing backstory and researching facts about the Siberian Mountains and the USSR that I ended up having enough for two more parts. I hope you don't mind, but hey, at least that means more Heavy and Medic-centred interaction in the future, heehee!

I won't say much more, but I hope you enjoy this history-compliant log, as well as all the little references sprinkled here and there!

Title: King of Hearts (Part Two) Fandom: Team Fortress 2 New Mexico, Badlands, Teufort City, The Cap Point 6:45PM, sometime during the Gravel War

"Well", Heavy begins, "it all starts when I first begin to live in Siberian Mountains with family, after escaping shoot-out in gulag."

Sniper nods, acknowledging the tough living conditions his friend had to endure to provide for his family. If he wasn't so curious about the toughened man's relationship with the team doctor, he would have diverged into another conversation entirely, mostly about survival tips. Ever since he was a child, had always dreamed of living in the mountains one day, just him and his camper van... but that is a story for another day.

"Anyway, our father had just been killed, and we had no money. We could not show face to society, or Soviets would put family back in gulag, so we head to Urals."

"Life was very hard on us, but Heavy had to protect family at all cost. We found small but safe community on far outskirt of Soviet city Magadan, where we meet with kind lady who let us settle in her late husband's house in exchange for manual work and company."

Heavy shifts in his chair and pulls a worn, leather wallet out of his pocket. Flipping through a few cards and other minuscule belongings, he eventually retrieves a small, faded picture.

"Here, this is lady", the robust Russian says softly, holding the photo out for the marksman to see and pointing at an aged figure. "Behind is woman's shoppe. If ever you visit Siberia, you must visit. Is very cozy."

The full image was of a youthful Heavy and his sisters and mother, alongside another woman wearing a red hood and light-brown coat. She seemed to be in her late 40's, but she would most likely be a lot older now, considering the aged quality of the picture. Everyone was smiling happily, with frosty snow cozily blanketing their feet. Behind them was a furnished wooden cabin, with the name "магазин джугджур", which roughly translates to "Jugjur Shop."

"Wow", the bushman half-whispered, "you must owe a lot to her if you kept a shot of her all these years."

Heavy smiles, putting the photo and the wallet back. "Yes, is true. Without her, Heavy and family would have probably frozen to death, or be captured and tortured in another city."

Sniper takes a sip of his martini. "I do have a question, though."

"Go ahead."

"How'd you make sure she wasn't a Soviet? She might'a been a secret agent and turned you in to the police, or maybe even captured you herself?"

"Ah, Heavy had same doubts too at time", he says, tipping the waitress as she brings him his drink.

"Luckily, lady was as anti-Soviet as I was. Her son, who was abroad in Moscow at time, was shot by Soviet officer during civilian massacre. It had ruined her husband, and he had committed suicide only a year after."

"The Soviets had ruined her life and her family, and she hated them with passion that is remarkable for such a nice lady. Maybe it was reason she was so eager to help us when she found out we were refugees."

"Oh. I see. I'm sorry to have brought that up, that must've been hard to recount," Sniper replies silently, slightly stunned and uncomfortable from the sudden change in mood that sprang from his question. Thankfully, Heavy senses his mood and puts his bottle of vodka down next to his martini.

"Do not worry, she is strong woman. Heavy's family takes good care of her, because she is part of us now", the giant says gently.

Sniper worried expression softens to a smile. "That's good to hear, mate."

"Anyway," Heavy continues, "family continues to live in mountains in secret for some time. We hunt bear, and... well, mostly bear, and we cut wood and help run shoppe with lady for a few years before only visiting once a month."

"Is nice, but eventually, family gets bored of seeing snow and killing bear all the time, you know?"

"Ah, yeah," the shartpshooter replies, though he doesn't quite know what to make of that, seeing as he's never done that before. Not minding, Heavy goes on.

"So, one day, Heavy takes family to go out and visit city of Magadan on mother's birthday. At time, I was blinded by boredom, and I did not consider how highly dangerous it was to bring family back to place where we could get imprisoned again."

"But, we were all hungry for something more than food, and it was special occasion after all, so we decided we would hide ourselves with thick coat hood and keep away from guards and populous area."

"At first, we were very excited to be back in a community again. We could see buildings, hear people talking everywhere, smell food that was not killed with fist. But sister Bronislava, who was still quite young at time, was most excited of us all, and she really loved being in city."

"She was always pointing at different stores we pass by, and her laughter when she heard choir boys singing near churches was infectious. However, her most favourite sight of all were boats at the port of Magadan."

"Even when she was very little, Bronislava loved travelling. She read many books on world, and her dream was to visit Paris one day and become pilot. Of course, she knew because of how Russia was at time that this dream could not be possible, but this did not stop her from dreaming."

"So," Heavy says, uncapping his vodka and pouring it into a glass "she was begging for us to go closer to port to see boat. 'Please, brother Misha, let us go on boat and sail!', she would say. But I said no- there were too many guards nearby and we would get caught for sure."

"Aw, can't let a little girl have some fun?," Sniper interrupts, teasing.

"If you don't want to be killed, then no," the towering man replies blatantly.

"Right, sorry, go on," Sniper says quickly, blushing.

"Sister Bronislava would not listen, though, no matter what Heavy or mother or sisters said to her. She would insist and insist, and we had to hold her back at one point so she would not run away herself, but she continued."

"She really wanted to go on the boats. Her whining turned to crying, and her crying turned to screaming, until it was certain a guard would catch us anyway because of how loud she was being. It was miserable and terrifying sight, and Heavy could already feel regret for having endangered and hurt family like this."

"But luckily," Heavy says with a chuckle, "her tantrum did not last very long. Just as family was about to leave and hide from inevitable imprisonment, a very interesting, travelling man tapped my shoulder from behind."

Just as Heavy utters the words, someone really does tap his shoulder. Heavy turns to meet their eyes, and immediately, he grins.

"Eavesdropping again, doktor?", he asks, pulling a chair for him to sit next to him and Sniper.

"Ooh, I simply couldn't resist! Mostly because I can still picture ze face you made when you turned around like a frightened deer", Medic exclaims, laughingly.

Heavy groans and rolls his eyes, whilst his two seatmates look at each other, both surprised and amused.

"The big, tough, scary Heavy, frightened? I'd never imagine such a thing!" Sniper chuckles, clinking his martini glass to cheers with the doctor's fizzing sparkling water.

"It was not as bad as doktor puts it, okay?", Heavy grumbles, eyes averted to their playful gazes. Still, you could tell by the way his face reddened and, again, the way his eyebrows lifted that it was, in fact, as bad as he put it.

"Whatever floats your boat, mein friend", Medic says, no pun intended. Sniper downs his martini in one go, signaling the waitress for another glass.

Wanting to change the subject, the flustered giant gets up to grab a deck of cards on a nearby table. He returns, shuffling the cards in his large, calloused hands.

"Let us continue story over game of cards, yes? I find that it will fit in well with next part."

To be continued in RQDL 5... Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve Image source: Team Fortress 2 Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

[remembertheplunge]

She is resolute. She is ready to go

May 9, 2023 Tuesday. 8:24pm

Javier from Hospice came to Zoe’s house at about 1pm. Denise and I were there with Zoe.

Skyler arrived soon after.

Denise, Skyler and I didn’t sleep well last night.

I was up at 2am. Went back to bed later for awhile.

I’m still in shell shock. Lack of sleep. And, it rips me up to see Zoe like this. There is an unspeakable horror tinge to it.

She is resolute. She is ready to go.

End of entry

Notes: One year later, May 9, 2024 Thursday 7:53pm

The above is a part of a continuing blog series which I began in May of 2023 and can be found in my blog archive.

I’m now reading and reviewing the blogs from the same day last year leading up to and after her May 14th death.

I had driven from my home in Modesto, California the 4 hours up to Chico the morning of May 9, 2023. Denise and Skyler were friends of my sisters who were going to aid in her end of life care. Javier from Enloe Hospital Hospice arrived and explained what to expect with Zoe’s end of life process. On May 9, Zoe was still very much conscious and aware of the nature of our meeting She was talking and making sense.Her attitude was good. She was present when Javier talked with us.

When the others left, Zoe and I sat her small living room area. She a large flat screen TV  elevated and 10 feet from where we were sitting. It played classical music and had beautiful changing nature scenes. Prior to her terminal illness, Zoe was an avid watcher of the news. She loved being up with what was going on in the world.

But now, her watching the nature scenes seemed to be part of her saying good bye to this world. Those scenes haunt me a bit now. Such huge signs of transition.

Zoe must have told me that she was ready to die. Thus, my line in the journal entry that she was resolute and ready to go. She maintained that resolve to let go into death until she went into a coma a few days later. The only even slight complaint she had about the experience was that she was surprise death would come so fast.

Zoe would die on May 14, 2023.

[ltwilliammowett]

HI there - do you or anyone following you have a link to an article about the HMS Erebus diary that isn't behind a paywall?

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[yoursminehourss]

PROMPT: A girl goes missing. Fifteen years later they get a call from the daughter who is now 15 years older. They listen in fear because they killed their daughter the night she “disappeared.”

[ CALL BEGINS AUGUST 14, 2008, 9:43pm ]

OPERATOR: 911, what’s your emergency?

WOMAN'S VOICE: Oh my god, my daughter, she–she’s missing. I saw her this afternoon, and she–she said she was going to her friend's house but she isn’t there! She’s gone!

OPERATOR: Okay, ma’am, I’d like you to remain calm. Do you know if she ever made it to her friend’s house?

WOMAN'S VOICE: I know she did. Her friend’s mother called me and I spoke to my daughter from her phone. I know she was alive! She left her friend's house an hour ago! And she hasn’t come home! (Sobbing)

OPERATOR: Okay, what does your daughter look like? How old is she? What’s her name?

WOMAN'S VOICE: Her name is Willow Larementh. She’s only 8. Small, brown hair almost to her waist, blue eyes, light skin. Oh, she’s so sweet. How could this happen to her?

OPERATOR: Alright, ma’am, we’ll send out a search party for her. What’s your name?

WOMAN'S VOICE: Melissa. Melissa Larementh.

OPERATOR: Okay, Ms. Larementh. We’ll let you know as soon as we find anything out.

MELISSA: Okay. Thank you so much. Please find my sweet baby. Please.

[ CALL END ]

—

[ 1 NEW MESSAGE: MELISSA LAREMENTH (9:57 pm) ]

ML: Call made.

ML: How’s your side going?

AL: Almost done

AL: They’re not going to find this

AL: We’re clear

ML: Great.

ML: Don’t forget to delete these messages once you’re done.

AL: 👍

—

[ INCOMING CALL: 911 (10:24pm) ]

MELISSA: Hello?

OPERATOR: Melissa Larementh?

MELISSA: That would be me. Who is this?

OPERATOR: This is the police. We’re part of the search squad sent out for your daughter.

MELISSA: Oh, thank god! How is she? Is she okay? My baby–

OPERATOR: Ms. Larementh.

MELISSA: ?

OPERATOR: We didn’t find your daughter. We didn’t find any sign of her, either.

MELISSA: (shrieking)

[ CALL END ]

—

[ 1 NEW MESSAGE: MELISSA LAREMENTH (10:26pm) ]

ML: I think they’ve got sufficient evidence of my grief.

AL: Ok

ML: Where are you?

AL: Mcdonalds

ML: Are you serious.

ML: Get back home right now.

ML: What are you thinking?

AL: I’m hungry

ML: THERE’S FOOD HERE.

ML: Come home now.

AL: But I’ve already got my burger

ML: Fine. Whatever. Get home ASAP.

AL: Ok

—

[ INCOMING CALL: MELISSA LAREMENTH (10:41pm) ]

MAN’S VOICE: Hello?

MELISSA: Arthur, are you sure you got rid of all the evidence?

ARTHUR: Yes, I’m certain. Everything is nicely washed and I’m going to shower once I get home just to make sure.

MELISSA: Okay. I just needed to know. I keep thinking we’ll get caught or someone will find her.

ARTHUR: No one’s gonna know. We’ve got it. We’re finally free.

MELISSA: Okay. Get home soon.

ARTHUR: On the road now. I’ll be there in a few minutes.

MELISSA: Okay. Love you.

ARTHUR: Love you.

[ CALL END ]

—

[ CALLING… MELISSA LAREMENTH ]

[ CALLING… MELISSA LAREMENTH ]

[ CALLING… MELISSA LAREMENTH ]

[ MELISSA LAREMENTH DID NOT PICK UP. LEAVE A VOICEMAIL? ]

[ PRESS 1 FOR ‘YES’ ]

[ PRESS 2 FOR ‘NO’ ]

( .... )

( ...1 )

[ VOICEMAIL RECORDING BEGINS ON THE BEEP… ]

[ … ]

[ BEEEEP ]

( ….hello? )

( …Mama? )

( Mama, don’t leave me here… )

( Mama…come back…please… )

( I’m scared, mama… )

( Where’s daddy taking me? )

( I don’t want to go to the forest. )

( Mama, don’t let him take me! )

( Please don’t let him leave me here! )

( Mamaaa…mama, please… )

( Don’t leave me behind… )

[ BEEEEP ]

[ VOICEMAIL DELETED ]

—

[ SEPTEMBER 2, 2008 ]

[ INCOMING CALL: MELISSA LAREMENTH (8:36am) ]

ARTHUR: Hello?

MELISSA: Arthur, a couple days ago, did you…did you get a weird call or anything like that?

ARTHUR: What? No, why?

MELISSA: It’s nothing. Just…got a weird voicemail. I deleted it. I’m sure it wasn’t really anything.

ARTHUR: Alright. Well, I’ve got to get to work.

MELISSA: Bye.

[ CALL END ]

—

( Don’t leave me here all alone… )

( Please… )

—

[ JULY 14, 2023 ]

[ CALLING… MELISSA LAREMENTH ]

[ CALLING… MELISSA LAREMENTH ]

[ CALLING… MELISSA LAREMENTH ]

[ MELISSA LAREMENTH DID NOT PICK UP. LEAVE A VOICEMAIL? ]

[ PRESS 1 FOR ‘YES’ ]

[ PRESS 2 FOR ‘NO’ ]

( … )

( …1 )

[ VOICEMAIL RECORDING BEGINS ON THE BEEP… ]

[ … ]

[ BEEEEP ]

( Mama? )

( Did you forget me? )

( It’s been fifteen years since daddy buried me, mama, along with the truth. )

( Why did you kill me, mama? )

( I was only a kid. )

( I didn’t do anything wrong. )

( I did my best. )

( Why did you leave me alone, mama? )

( Was I not good enough? )

( … )

( WAILING )

[ BEEEEP ]

[ VOICEMAIL DELETED ]

—

[ INCOMING CALL: MELISSA LAREMENTH (2:12pm) ]

ARTHUR: Hello? You know I’m at work.

MELISSA: I got–I got another weird call. It sounded like…like her.

ARTHUR, laughing: That’s absurd! She’s dead. I’m certain of it. She couldn’t have called you. Why’d you pick it up, anyway?

MELISSA: I didn’t pick it up. It left a voicemail.

ARTHUR: That’s weird. Look, I’m sure it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. It’s just a call. It’s not going to hurt you. Don’t pick any of them up until I come home, okay?

MELISSA: Okay. I’ll see you later.

ARTHUR: Okay. Bye.

[ CALL END ]

—

[ MISSED CALL: Unknown Number ]

[ MISSED CALL: Unknown Number ]

[ MISSED CALL: Unknown Number ]

[ INCOMING CALL: Unknown Number ]

MELISSA: We have to pick up this time.

ARTHUR: I know.

[ CALL BEGINS (5:36pm) ]

( … )

( …hello? Mama? Did you pick up this time? )

MELISSA: Who is this? You’ve been harassing me for years.

( … )

( I’ve been harassing you? )

( You killed me, mama. My body is in the woods. Papa left me there. )

[ MELISSA and ARTHUR exchange a horrified glance. ]

ARTHUR: This isn’t funny, prank caller. We’ll call the police.

( … )

( laughter )

( You’ll call the police? You called the police fifteen years ago too, didn’t you, mama? You cried and you lied to them; told them your daughter was gone. But you knew where I was, didn’t you? )

MELISSA: …

( You knew I was in the back of daddy’s truck, my body cooling as my blood seeped into the fabric of the backseat. I bet if you pulled up the cover, it’s still there. You can’t wash my blood off your hands, daddy. It’s in your truck. It’s in your heart. )

ARTHUR: Hang up.

MELISSA: …

ARTHUR: Melissa, hang up the phone.

MELISSA: It’s her. It’s her ghost.

ARTHUR: That’s insane!

( Mama! You finally got it! After fifteen years of me calling! You never pick up…never, never, neveeerrr… )

( I lived. I lived in the blood that sunk into the seat cushion. I lived in the blood you dripped down the path. I lived in the dirt you piled above my body. I lived in the tree you planted over me. )

( Why? Why did you kill me? What did I do to you? )

( WAILING )

MELISSA & ARTHUR: ( screaming )

—

[ CALL BEGINS 7:49pm ]

POLICEMAN: So they were just…found dead?

INVESTIGATOR: The only clue we have is Melissa’s phone. Its screen is fried and just showing static. The speakers keep producing this wailing noise. It sounds like a child, almost.

POLICEMAN: …could it’ve been a ghost murder?

INVESTIGATOR: It’s highly possible, considering there’s also a note here on the ground.

POLICEMAN: What’s it say?

INVESTIGATOR: It’s a set of coordinates. We’ve put it into a GPS, and it’s the forest near here. We’re going to check it out.

POLICEMAN: Okay. Call me back when you get there.

[ CALL END ]

—

[ CALL BEGINS 6:32pm ]

INVESTIGATOR: Hello?

POLICEMAN: It’s a tree.

INVESTIGATOR: What?

POLICEMAN: It’s just a tree. The coordinates lead to a tree.

INVESTIGATOR: Is there anything underneath the tree?

POLICEMAN: It doesn’t look like it from the surface, but we can dig up underneath it.

INVESTIGATOR: Get on that.

[ CALL END ]

—

[ CALL BEGINS 6:58 ]

POLICEMAN: The body underneath the tree looks like it belongs to a little girl.

INVESTIGATOR: What? Is it W–

POLICEMAN: Wait.

INVESTIGATOR: ?

POLICEMAN: The phone stopped making noise. The static turned off.

INVESTIGATOR: So it was definitely a ghost murder. The body underneath that tree is likely the Laramenths daughter.

POLICEMAN: Oh, that would explain the tree.

INVESTIGATOR: Is there something about the tree?

POLICEMAN: It’s a willow.

[ CALL END ]

[theconnollygroup]

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[saintmeghanmarkle]

How to win friends by influencing people by u/Mickleborough

How to win friends by influencing people As we know, Meghan recently touted that she available for hire as an (cough) influencer:https://ift.tt/UgE9YuO archived / unarchived (misleading article about Meghan’s impact on named brands).(The above epiphany apparently hit her like a sack of spuds in 2017, when she was seen on her first official walkabout carrying a bag by Edinburgh brand Strathberry, which then sold out to such an extent that Strathberry was able to expand its workforce. It was then that she realised her power as a fashion influencer. NOW READ ON.)Meghan’s recently been associated with Cesta Collective bags and, previously, Clevr Blends, producers of flavoured sawdust linked with a Chinese state accused of genocide: Page Six archived / unarchived.We know she’s invested in both, which means that she gets a share of profits - so it’s definitely worth her while to influence the life out of them (if only the Sussex Squad could afford to buy this crap).However, the Princess of Wales also knowingly invokes the Kate Effect.On 29 April 2023, 17-year-old Issy Phipps no longer had to deal with her depression.Later, in May, the Princess of Wales visited Maidenhead, where Issy had played rugby. There, her mother Sophie Renton and her cousin Sophie McGown met the Princess and presented her with a pair of earrings, the Issy Star, which McGown, founder of EARSASS, had created in honour of Issy.McGown of course hoped that the Princess would wear them one day. And that day came:https://ift.tt/SOnGe98 Princess wore them on a visit to Birmingham on 10 October 2023, World Mental Health Day. £5 of the £25.50 earrings were to be donated to mental health charity BraveMind. £15,000 is 3,000 pairs of earrings.https://ift.tt/XC4mVj8 Mail archived / unarchivedOf course, this is not to say that the Princess was looking to win friends. But she’s certainly won fans. And - of course - she didn’t get a penny of that £15,000. post link: https://ift.tt/i4CVBID author: Mickleborough submitted: October 09, 2024 at 10:24PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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[cuddlebugfelix]

📲 ... ⃕ STAY, you have a new 🫧 notification !

03/20/23 📨 NEW MESSAGES FROM SORA !

[10:09pm ET] - y/n~

[10:11pm ET] - i’m eating a bag of hot chips

[10:12pm ET] - they have the most boring label ever seen

[10:14pm ET] - like i know it’s a knockoff off cheetos

[10:15pm ET] - but like be serious AND creative

[10:16pm ET] - not even my grandma would buy this

[10:17pm ET] - they taste good tho ngl

[10:24pm ET] - but what did i want to say?

[10:25pm ET] - oh yeah!

[10:27pm ET] - i’m heading to bed lol

[10:28pm ET] - goodnight! &lt;3

[10:29pm ET] - dream of me 😏

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