#I DO NOT HAVE THE ANGELS COMICS OK CHAT

[hellish-acts]

I am today years old when I just found out Solomon actually slept with God(I didn’t see the angels comics ok)

I mean

That clears up on why the angels hate Solomon so much after God disappear BECAUSE THEY SLEPT WITH EACH OTHER😭🙏

And also helps the confusion with the lore Ig!(so are we related to god.—)

[zerothakun]

Eassy on chapter 11 of AMFMN part 1 lol

it wasn't a joke guys(?

Just to clarified, don't take seriously this post I'm just being silly lol, also, my first language is not english so any mistake is cuz I'm not using translator this time o7

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THE FIRST LINE. Ok so since chapter 8 I started to read the fic while playing empurple (the song I've been talking a lot, the comic, well, that) anD OH MY FUCKING GOD couldnt help remember the og mv of the song and I lost it in that moment

I won't shut up with this song, I mean, since the first time I listened it really catched me and after reading the lyrics a bunch of times it finally remind me of the EK arc, and then the fic lol

btw, I'll be trying to do some concept art for this post lmao

All the description of the void is GORGEOUS, it reminds me to a webtoon I read some time ago and in a certain scene a character was basically in the void and the only way I can described in drawings is like that webtoon, but in words, definitely like Isa did so ,10/10 to description.

All can I say is I KEW IT AAAAAAAA

I'm happy the endless endstone of chapter 3 is where he is (my storyboard is not wrong YIPEE) and of course he's chained omg.

again empurple had made me very delusional so in some point I was thinking if maybe he was chained or tied to something, maybe struggling with his ties and suffering innerly cuz EK and in some way I was right xdxd (I'll talk about that later)

The fact that we almost never had a vulnerability moment of q!phil? dude jus started crying when he didint find the eggs in the birdhouse and only cucurucho was there and he immediately knew it was a trap, but then he never let himself being emotional and is so q!phil the fact that he probably was crying A LOT when was literally in the void and totally alone, no one or nothing was there, like, the only one moment he let himself express those feelings was that AND THE WORST PART IS THAT. JUST HIM AND HIS FEELINGS, SELF LOATHING ENTER TO THE CHAT. Poor cubito o7

I really like those hc of immortals, like bbh cubito and foolish cubito BUT with phil cubito I think is different, in some way I do think he is older than them, like, if them have seen centuries, phil has seen the world ends a thounsand times, the depression of seen everyone dies. But well, today is not the day of talk of how old c!phil is lol.

My point is, he's always hopeless, he doesn't feel he's enough, even if he's the fucking angel of death. I mean, EK is scary but if he would've been more calm, probably the things never woukd've end up like this.

I LOVED this whole paragraph. Need to draw it.

Perfect.

AND HERE, MY FAVORITE PART OF THE CHAPTER, WTF WITH THE GAPPLE ADDICTION, REALLY

I have read about the gapple intoxication in other fics when the birdhouse plot was in its prime or even like a drugs but with the hallucinations thing, but this is now my favorite topic lol

Literally I was SPEECHLESS in this part (also, yeah, without context looks like smut LOL)

So, when I said empurple had me delusional I was talking of this part. Phil struggling with his ties(chains) cuz EK's doing(eating gapples)

AND GOD I NEED TO DRAW IT AAAAAAAAA Like, each step he does, he wants to fall on the sensation, I don't know why I figure him like covering his mouth with each contraction o ¿f hapinees and AAAAAAAAAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK I NEED TO DRAW IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Unfortunately I have to do some stuf rn so I'll continue with the eassy later o7

[stealingyourbones]

Next up we have @love-has-no-labels for 27

Which gives us Animal Man #31

I'm a big Animal Man fan but I've yet to read this comic as the ones I've been reccomended to and have read are the 2011 Animal Man run and Grant Morrison's run which ends at Animal Man #26.

Ok so first off, Animal Man is dead via the Angel Mob. We open with Animal Man's previous work buddy Nowhere (Who's design is really really cool) grieving his death.

(like look at his design its so rad)

and continues with the world simply continuing on. Buddy Baker's funeral happens, Nowhere gets a new accomplice named The Green Cigarette who is an absolute idiot, a group of evil(?) kids are doing shenanigans and a girl named Lucy is showing some of her abilities with a Youll see spiders youll see spider youllseespiders type beat. Nowhere goes to chat and console Cliff and Maxine (Buddy's kids) and asks Maxine to, from what i can tell, summon a gateway into a jungle like dimension with apemen?? It works and Nowhere goes into said dimension and gets chased by a saber tooth tiger.

and Buddy Baker is Not Dead and is in this dimension???? Man I need to read the previous comics of this run to understand what in the fUck is going on with his apparent revival. Ok so those evil(?) kids are actually evil(.) kids because one I couldn't figure the name of was consoling Lucy and saying that they should do fun activities like kill the president.

Cutback to Nowhere and Buddy, they're chatting in this jungle dimension. The apeman in the dimension is Buddy's ancestor(?! what the fuck)

CORRECTION THIS ISNT A DIMENSION NOWHERE AND BUDDY ARE 1.5-2 MILLION YEARS IN THE PAST (Whatthefuckwhatthefuck/pos)

Buddy found a bag containing items from The Future! 2020 A.D.! ( oooo a mystery :D) (This comic was published in 1988) Buddy is Schrodinger cat levels of brought back to life which I desperately need to see explored more i'm fascinated. Nowhere and Buddy are going on a ship to go stop those evil kids from killing the president (again i think? context clues make me think that this is a repeating occurence), and Buddy is really tired and just wants to go see his kids but can't. He has to see this through and find Lucy(Lucinda is her full name it appears!). Cut to the President (Unnamed and not Ronald Regan), preforming a speech where he then gets nose pain via evil kid abilities and the crowd imagining the President's nose to be fine + PSI blockers fixes the issue. But those issues are quickly scrapped for a new issue which is that the President of the United States is now floating uncontrollably and The Green Cigarette and Nowhere are along with the ride because they grabbed the President's legs to attempt to keep him on the ground. Animal Man now back in action flies after the three to find the evil kids. Helicopter that appears on scene to follow the president explodes, president falls (hes fine. he fell ontop of Nowhere who cushioned his fall), and they fall next to the group of evil kids. APPARENTLY they want to kill the president because they saw him kissing a baby (yk like as a press thing) but one of them read his mind and he was thinking that the baby was a snot nosed gross little gremlin and all kids should be shot if he cared, which is why the kids were attacking him. which like,,, SIR?! I too dislike children but that i'd say is definitely both a step too far and an impulsive thought and probably not his actual opinion. The Green Cigarette and Nowhere try to apprehend the kids, they fail, then Buddy shows up and all commotion stops (Lucy is apparently in love with him?! hun you're like 8. I know crushes exist but she literally says "Maybe I prefer the more Mature type" which yuck but also that statement was in response to someone saying "But Lucinda, he's dead!" which could also be a decomposition joke so both funny and :/)

The President talks 1 on 1 with Buddy and tries to convince him to make the kids surrender themselves and that he needs it to get more positive views bc the polls don't view him too highly right now. This bitch is being real suspicious. IM RIGHT THE PRESIDENT CAPTURES BOTH THE KIDS AND BUDDY. IM FUCKIN RIGHT. the rat fuck did a whole "politics are a business" spiel. dude is a bastard. Fun comic, again not monumentally changing, the strange pseudo children speak and uncanny valley children designs give it some negative points. also let the evil president be Ronald Regan you fucking cowards. 6/10.

Ok I need to finally sit down and read comics from my comic collection. Give me numbers between 1 and 1000 and I gotta read said comic from my cataloged list

[khneltea]

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#''ok so he is sticking his tongue down my throat but in a bro way rightt??? it's just??? boys being pals right??? he isn't into men right?''

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

dickinette #3

woooooooohoooooo ok this is totally dickinette, found it a while ago when a bunch of people reblogged it and mentioned it

so i kinda wrote it? it's basically whatever that plot was but like, a little more in-depth

also, had no motivation to click the shift button while typing so y'all have to deal

@jayjayspixiepop @mochegato @boldlyanxious @fangirling-101 @prettylittlebutterflie @hammalammadamdam

marinette didn't really know how she ended up here

one minute she was just chilling at home and drinking a mini fruity cocktail with her basically-sisters chloe and kagami on zoom

the next moment she was sitting on the curb in front of the only international post office in her area with all the miraculi back at home, half drunk

why zoom? because covid was a bitch and came back with the delta strain so everything was in lockdown

she was stuck in gotham city cus she was in the middle of her first in-person commission and left kaalki with adrien for the month + can't really explain to parisian authorities how she just popped back into paris out of nowhere without proper documentation and health reasons

so anyways she's on the curb with a bunch of these fabrics in her arms and wants to fall asleep

but her phone beeps and she looks at it

adrien messaged her about their nightly skype calls about guardian stuff

at this point, she's still drunk so she doesn't know what she's doing

note, never let marinette drunk type

adrien: hey mars, we still on for tonight? you're not answering ur skype

marinette: heyyy skittyyyajk

adrien: uh mari are u drunk

marinette: are U driiiiiiink?

at this point adrien is getting frantic and calls her cus he doesn't know how to deal with a drunk marinette

"MARINETTE HOW MUCH DID YOU DRINK"

"two? *hic* freeeeeee? fjoorrr??"

if she was rambling numbers and slurring, that meant she was at level four drunk marinette who was basically a teenage airhead who giggles too much at the most stupid things

he finally noticed her surroundings

"MARINETTE ARE YOU OUTSIDE?? IN GOTHAM??? AT NIGHT??? DURING LOCKDOWN????? CORONA?????"

are you going to look me in the eye and tell me that adrien would not be paranoid about covid because his mom had problems that had to do with her chest (i mean it was the miraculous but still)

so yeah adrien is freaking out

but marinette is chill and everything and she was like "it's fineeeeee it's for essentiallll woooorrrrkkkkkkkk"

"THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM HERE YOU NEED TO GET HOME RIGHT AWAY"

ok we all know that marinette is basically a stupid genius and she thinks of the most stupid but brilliant things

See the full post

269 notes • Posted 2021-07-11 09:38:43 GMT

#4

*at the Wayne Charity Gala*

Adrien: *nods head* Wayne

Damian: *nods head* Agreste, Stone

Luka: I actually prefer Couffaine

*marinette walks by*

Marinette: Hi boys

Adrien: hey purri-//

Damian: hey angel-

Luka: hey ma-ma-mari-

*Adrien, Damian, and Luka glare at each other*

286 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 02:01:01 GMT

#3

Damian: my girlfriend has to be of the highest standard

Marinette: *trips over his own feet, bumps into a lamp post, and apologizes to it*

Damian:

Damian: I want that one

306 notes • Posted 2021-03-07 08:24:04 GMT

#2

Damian: marinette, what is that

Marinette: *holding a bag of popcorn and a hogtied chat noir*

Marinette:

Marinette: I got popcorn, why do you ask?

Damian: *sighs aggressively*

312 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 13:28:16 GMT

#1

Damian: tt, all girls are the same. they have a high-pitched giggle and are klutzs lacking in composure

Marinette: *has a high-pitched giggle and is a klutz lacking in composure*

Damian: *heart eyes* she's klutz lacking in composure and has a high-pitched giggle

392 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 11:44:37 GMT

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[pars-ley]

Uuuuhh you got some good prompts there!!!

It was hard for me to decide buuuut I found something!

May I request Jinyoung in a fake dating AU with prompt 9 and 13? A sweet combo of fluff and angst 🥺🥰

Anyway congrats on your milestone! And I hope you'll have fun writing something with this 😁

Torn to pieces

Pairing: Jinyoung x F reader

Summary: You're best friend pretending to be your boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong? One of you making a big confession you can't take back.

Genre: Angst / Fluff / Fake dating au / 

Rating: 15+ (SFW)

Warnings: Heavy Angst

Word Count: 1.4k

Beta reader: @gotparadise thank you so much!

A/N:  Thank you to @amazing-flurryfries for requesting, I had fun with this one. Thank you to @wheresmymoniat for your lovely comments and advice.

Asking your best friend to be your date to your annual work party might not have been the best idea. But in order to get your flirtatious, pest of a colleague, Jackson off your case you had deemed it necessary. Since you had refused a date with him, a story of a new boyfriend fell from your lips before you could stop it. Jinyoung had come here to help you save the day and save face.

But as you sit and watch him talking politely to one of your female colleagues, him being his usual charming self and her, pawing at him as if he were her pet. A jealous rage alights inside you making your stomach twist with envy.

What you would give to have him look at you the way he's looking at her. You're not blind to the heat warming his dark eyes or the lust stretching his mouth into a provocative smile.

Your eyes blaze into them from across the room by the bar. When she touches his leg, her hand lingering longer than necessary, you lose it.

Downing your champagne, you place your glass back on the wooden bartop a little too hard, the noise drawing unwanted eyes and you decide to leave. Embarrassing yourself tonight wasn't on the agenda.

You strut towards them, eyes unwavering from her sickly sweet smile and her fluttering lashes.

"I'm going home. Feel free to stay." You say sharply, unable to meet his gaze before turning and strutting to the elevators. Once inside and alone, you collapse against the mirrored wall. An angry tear escapes, leaving a hot trail of the rejection and betrayal you feel. You swipe at it furiously, attempting to bury everything back down to where it should be. Hidden and out of sight.

As the doors open you throw your coat around you and greet the cold, blustery night. 

You hear someone calling you in the distance, glancing back you see him. The man who has meant everything to you for so long, too long. The man who does not realize you have given him the key to your heart and unlocking it would be just for him.

Or if he has and is choosing to ignore it.

Then your biggest fear of unrequited love would be true and that would be much harder to deal with. Having to face reality rather than living with the tiny amount of hope still alight inside you.

You wait as he jogs over, unable to resist him.

"What are you doing? We've only been here for an hour." He says, his words causing slight embarrassment to creep towards the surface of your cheeks.

"Yea and about 45 minutes of that you've spent talking to the same person, who is not me by the way. I didn't bring you here so you could spend the whole night chatting someone else up." You reply, attempting to keep your irritation to a minimum.

He laughs. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry but come on...she's hot. How about you get me her number discreetly, let her in on the situation, so she knows I'm available?"

Flames spread through you, alighting your veins and igniting everything like uncontrollable wildfire. 

"Well it didn't seem to bother her that you were with me anyway, so I don't think that will be necessary." You turn and walk off, hoping to sate your anger the further from him you get. Trying to ignore his words repeating inside your head over and over, making you feel sick. 

You feel his fingers on your arm, stopping you and turning you back to him. "What's the matter? This isn't you."

A bitter laugh escapes you before you can help it. "You don't know everything about me, clearly, otherwise you would realise."

He stares at you perplexed, eyes searching yours for answers. You stare back willing him to understand, to realize but he breaks away, rubbing his face.

"Please, just tell me what's wrong. I hate you being upset and I don't know how to make it better." His pleading extinguishes some of your rage induced flames as his words tug on your heartstrings.

Whatever is left of your fury finds its way escaping out of your eyes and running down your cheeks once again. You can't hold them in. 

His hands are there, cradling your face and wiping them away. You automatically lean into his touch but freeze as soon as you realize your action, moving away from him completely. 

The look of hurt across his face makes your stomach churn but for the sake of your sanity you can't let yourself tumble any deeper.

"Wh...have I done something or said something? Have I hurt you? You must tell me, I can't bear the thought of you upset with me."

You planned to make him feel better, make an excuse, blaming it on something else, but the words that leave your mouth shock you just as much as him, "I love you, okay, like stupid, moronic, ridiculous love."

You both freeze, eyes wide and alarmed. Your mirrored expressions would seem comical in different circumstances. 

Everything stops; time, your breathing, your heart, waiting for words to be spoken...anything to make this painful silence end.

The longer you wait, staring at him with pleading eyes, the longer you're met with a panicked stare. One that burns a hole right into your chest. One that makes you feel empty inside. One that makes your fears come to life as you realise, he can't give you what you want, what you're so forlorn for.

"You can't even say the words I'm so desperate to hear from you, can you?" You whisper, attempting to swallow the painful lump formed in your throat.

He blinks at you, mouth open but no sound leaving those perfectly full lips. It's all the response you need as you turn and head for home. Hugging your coat tightly around you, taking comfort in the warm embrace. 

He calls out to you more than once but you don't look back. You don't want him to see the tears streaming down your face or the pain in your eyes. You practically feel your heart tearing and ripping itself into rejected shreds, pooling at the bottom of your stomach, rendering itself useless and slowly giving up. 

The walk home is long as cold air clings to your damp cheeks making you shiver. It isn't long before you crawl into bed, still in your party attire and full face of smudged makeup, and hiding under the covers trying to forget this whole night.

***

A noise disturbs you from your drowsy state, not quite under the blanket of sleep but greeting it with open arms waiting for it to take you. The pain is too great however, your mind keeps replaying the moment, as if you need to be reminded. As if you are being punished for loving.

That noise again. Knocking. Someone's at the door. You pull the blanket up over your head. Whoever it is, they'll go away.

Another knock. You can't bring yourself to care. It's only when you hear the jingle of keys you realise someone is in your house. 

You stiffen, peeking out from the covers, there's only one person who has a spare key. When you hear him calling your name your chest blazes red, the edges of the giant hole where your heart used to be, pulsing agony through you. You plead for the ground to swallow you up whole so you can disappear.

Your body tenses when he climbs under the covers with you, his angelic face suddenly too close to yours.

"Do you remember when my grandmother died and I was so upset, I couldn't eat?" He begins.

You give a small nod, not having the energy for much more. 

"Do you remember what you said to me?" He asks.

You frown as you try to recall, coming up empty.

"You told me, let your heart feel." He whispers.

You remember now. What is the purpose of this? Your heart is feeling many things you don't want it too but it's out of your control.

"Do you know what I felt in that moment?"

You shake your head.

He lifts a finger to your face and tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "Love. Even in my darkest time, I looked at you and felt nothing but love...stupid, moronic ridiculous love." 

You listen to his words rattle about in your hazy mind. One word in particular trying to get through the fog. Love.

Him echoing your exact words glueing the torn pieces of your heart together, the pure adoration in his eyes stitching the gaping hole shut and his lips meeting yours fill your heart with life again.

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

[megs-readstoomuch]

Newest installment in my “Shadowhunters: Parenthood Edition” stories. The rest can be found on AO3 HERE!!!

Happy Birthday Reesa!

Jace woke up earlier than usual. He stretched and immediately turned his head to check on Clary, as he always did when he awakened. She was still asleep, red hair fanned out on her pillow and the quietest of snores coming from her mouth. Jace grinned. She never believed him when he said she snored, but honestly, he found it adorable, so he didn’t complain that much. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment to breathe her in. He smiled and gave her one more quick, light kiss.

Jace slid quietly from the bed and went about his morning routine of shaving and dressing. As he sat to put his socks and boots on, he heard her. She was humming the lullaby Jace had played her last night before bed, as he did every night. The song his Mom had sang to him and his siblings when they were young. With a smile, Jace went into the nursery and found his daughter standing in her crib, the morning sun slowly turning the room a warm gold. Reesa’s strawberry blond curls were wild from her night’s sleep and stood out like a cloud around her head. She had a thumb in her mouth and was still humming their song, but broke into a smile when she saw Jace.

“Hi Dada!” She waved her hand excitedly as if they were seeing each other again after a long journey. Jace lifted her from the crib, kissing each cheek. She laughed and patted his face.

“How is my girl?” Jace said as he proceeded to change her sleeper. He picked out one of the bright, colorful rompers Magnus and Clary kept her closet filled with and started dressing her. She wiggled as she waited on him to finish the snaps and buttons. “Guess what Reesa?”

The little girl blinked at him in response, as he tried to tame her curls a little with the tiny hair clips Clary bought. “Today is your first birthday. It is a big day. You’ve been here with Mama and Daddy a whole year. You are one.” He surveyed his work. Dang, he was getting good at this hair thing.

“I’m one.” Reesa said, watching as he proceeded to put her shoes on. He let her fasten the Velcro tabs herself. “All done!” She held her hands out.

“Excellent work.” Jace complimented her, lifting her down off the changing table and stood her on the floor.

“Where Mama?” Reesa asked as Jace careful put her favorite old stele of his in the pocket of her romper.

“Mama is sleeping. It’s just you and me this morning.” Jace answered her. “Shall we have breakfast?” He held out his hand. She slipped a tiny soft hand into his callused, scarred one and Jace felt his heart swell again with joy over having this little girl in his life.

“Mama sleeping.” Reesa said. “Ssssh.” She twisted her face into a comical shush and pressed a finger to her lips. Jace grinned at her.

“Exactly.”

———

There were only a handful of people in the dining hall this early, as it was barely 5 o’clock. Jace liked it this way though. Mostly those present were coming in late off of patrol, bleary eyed and exhausted. But despite that, each one perked up a little at the sight of the toddler in her bright pink romper, with the butterfly clips in her hair. She always waved at everyone as she and Jace moved through to find a table to sit at.

Reesa refused a high chair on the grounds she was “nota baby”, instead kneeling in the chair next to Jace, happily eating her bacon. Jace nursed his cup of coffee and just watched her. He couldn’t believe it had been a year since she arrived. He still remembered it, he had never been so scared and happy. And now look at her. One year old.

He pushed away the ever present worry about her “Angel gifts” as the family called them. She was just one, but she functioned more like a 2yo. She was quick and smart, speaking in small sentences already. She could jump and run faster than your average child, quick with all her reflexes and motor skills too. She was also taller than average. Aside from all this and a predilection for being found constantly leaping off of the top of Jace’s baby grand and landing perfectly every time, she had yet to exhibit any other manifestations of her pure Angel blood inheritance. Jace still wondered if she would have any of Clary’s gifts. Tessa often hinted that there would be more to Reesa than she had shown them so far.

“More please.” A tiny voice cut into Jace’s thoughts. Reesa had finished her bacon and eggs and was looking expectantly at Jace. “More bacon.”

“Alright, but just two more, ok?” Jace answered her, raising up from his chair.

“Okey doke,” she said, picking her orange juice up with both hands. He chuckled.

———

Clary found them in the office after she had woken and had her own breakfast. Jace at his desk and Reesa on his lap, as usual. He was flicking through night patrol reports on his tablet and Reesa was concentrating on drawing runes on a notepad, her tiny tongue stuck out in concentration.

“Hi Mama!” Reesa cried, wiggling off of Jace’s knee to run around the desk and into Clary’s arms.

“Hi, my baby,” Clary kissed her on the cheek and then blew a raspberry against the soft skin. Reesa giggled. “Happy Birthday!”

“I’m one!” Reesa held up one finger proudly.

“Yes, you are! And we are going to have a party for you,” Clary kissed the outstretched index finger.

“A party?” Reesa crinkled her forehead in confusion.

“A party?” Jace made the same face.

Clary smiled at the resemblance. “Uncle Magnus is planning a party for your birthday. With cake!”

The one year old’s eye lit up. “CAKE!” She yelled, wiggling to be put down so she could run around her mother in a happy gallop while continuing to yell about cake.

“It will be at 5 this evening,” Clary told Jace over Reesa’s yells. “I already asked Underhill to cover your patrol so the whole family can be there.” Jace frowned a little. He hated to ask favors of the other Shadowhunters, even if he was the Co-Head of the Institute. Clary walked around the desk and sat on the arm of his chair. “It’s for Reesa’s birthday. Underhill was happy to do it. And you can cover his next patrol to make up for it, he said.”

Jace’s brow smoothed out. “Well, that does seems more fair.” Clary kissed his cheek and then leaned against him as they watched their daughter dance happily around the room.

———

“I think Magnus made the apartment bigger to fit everyone,” Alec whispered to Jace as they walked into the living room from the kitchen.

“You think? Because I don’t remember there being two bathrooms in the hallway,” Jace pointed out. “Or that hatrack. Tell me that’s not anyone we know, by the way.”

“Dang it, you’re right,” Alec agreed, ignoring the query about the hatrack and sipping from his plastic cup. He made a face. “What is this?”

“Something called punch,” Jace eyed his own pink drink warily. He didn’t like pink drinks in general . “Jocelyn insisted it is what mundanes drink at birthday parties.”

“By the Angel, why?” Alec muttered, quickly dumping the rest of the drink in the ficus behind him (that he was pretty sure hadn’t been there this morning).

“No idea,” Jace said, tossing back the last dredges in his cup and swallowing.

“You still drank it?”

Jace raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever known me to reject food or drink?”

“Fair enough,” Alec said.

Clary came over with two bottles in hand. “Here. Have some water. That punch is as gosh-awful as it was when I was kid.” The two men gratefully accepted the drinks.

A crash came from the kids’ room. The parents all turned, waiting for any cries of distress.

“Everything’s fine!”shouted Rafe. Alec raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’ll check anyway,” he shook his head and went down the now extra long hall to his sons’ room where Rafe and Max were “fighting demins”, according to Max.

Clary slid her arms around Jace’s waist and he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. They looked around the room.

Jocelyn, Kadir, and Maryse were chatting in the corner, the every present dried paint visible on the back of Jocelyn’s hand and around her nails as she made a gesture in the air. Maryse nodded to whatever was being said and politely sipped from her cup, making no face but Jace knew his mother enough to see in her eyes what she thought of “punch”. He bit his lip to keep from smiling. Kadir was very focused on Jocelyn’s story, his own hands suspiciously empty.

Luke and Simon bookended the sofa, a 4-month pregnant Isabelle with the start of a baby bump sitting between them. All three were discussing a new weapon the Iron Sisters had sent to the Institute this week. Simon was particularly excited, waving his hands about. Isabelle rubbed her bump and watched him in amusement.

Tess and Jem were sitting on the loveseat, Reesa sitting on Tessa’s lap and talking with them. She was making some of the same gestures with her hands that Jocelyn was making and Tessa nodded encouragingly at her. Mina was sitting in the floor, leaning against her father’s legs with a surprisingly content Chairman Meow on her lap, bedazzling his fur with sparks of magic from her fingers.

Magnus was busily waltzing around the dining room, flashes of magic visible as he finished placing copious amounts of purple, pink, and blue streamers and balloons around a banner that said, “Happy Birthday Baby Biscuit”. Alec had gently pointed out no one else called Reesa that but Magnus had merely kissed him firmly and said, “I make the party rules.” Alec had said nothing more and left him to his decorating.

“You know,” Jace mused. “I never had family around for birthdays until I my 11th. And that wasn’t even my birthday, as we now know. And really by the time you get your first rune, it’s downplayed. Shadowhunters don’t do parties much. Just a cake if everyone is around. But the Institute was always empty. And of course I didn’t have anyone else...before. I got a gift or a wish as you know, but it wasn’t the same as this. I like this. Except maybe the punch.”

“I do too. I like birthdays. I had my first kiss on my 16th birthday, you know,” Clary gave him a saucy grin. Jace shot her a look that made her stomach flip. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“You better stop, Mrs. Herondale. I’m not a well-behaved man.” Clary giggled.

“Alright you two, stop it,” Alec rolled his eyes at them, coming down the hall with his son’s following behind him like baby ducks, each carrying a fake weapon of some sort, the two boys in their miniature gear jackets that they played in. Both their cheeks were red from their “battle” but they looked pleased with themselves.

“And the crash?” Clary asked.

“Bookshelf. Magnus will have to sort it,” Alec shook his head. Rafe and Max looked properly contrite, although Clary knew them enough to know they weren’t really. She winked at them.

“Time for cake!” Magnus announced and everyone gathered in the dining room. Reesa was given the seat of honor and a rounding chorus of “Happy Birthday” was sang. She sang along, much to everyone’s amusement.

She carefully blew out her candle, and Max relit it so he could blow it out too. Reesa found this hilarious, so Max and Mina kept relighting it until everyone had blown out the candle and Magnus finally had to remove the stub from the cake before a second round of candle blowing was started.

The cake was, of course, delicious. Magnus hinted strongly that it had came from France.

“I left money in the till,” He hastened to add before anyone said anything. “But our babies have to have the best cake.”

Clary watched as Reesa picked up her plate and licked the frosting off. “I think you chose well,” she said. Jocelyn shook her head in amusement and cleaned the chocolate off of Reesa’s nose and eyebrows.

“Bapak! Present time! Present time!” Max was bouncing in excitement as Rafe carried in the gift.

Magnus placed the brightly wrapped present in front of a wide-eyes Reesa who looked at him expectantly. “Magic?” She asked.

With a smile, Magnus snapped his fingers and the paper and ribbon unfurled to reveal a tiny gear jacket of her own. Reesa squealed. “On! Now!” She demanded.

Clary complied, slipping it over her bright pink romper and zipping it up. Reesa rubbed her hands over the jacket in amazement. Jace squatted next to her chair and adjusted the collar.

“Can you say thank you to everyone?” He prompted her gently.

“Thank you Unca Alec and Unca Magnus,” she whispered, still in awe. “And Nana and Papa and Gran’ma and Kad and Unca Simon and Ant Izzy and Max and Rafe and Jem and Nonna Tessa and Mina.” The adult all smiled as the little girl listed her whole family.

Alec smiled and knelt next to Jace. “Look,” he showed the little girl the pocket for her stele, tucking it in for her.

“You’re ready to fight now, Baby Biscuit,” Magnus said.

Max and Rafe bounced around her. “Yeah, we are all ready now!”

“Me too,” Mina cried, sending golden sparks through the air as she jumped down to dance with the boys.

“Well then, how about you all go train outside,” Magnus directed, snapping his fingers to cover every surface of the spacious balcony with large soft training mats, a low balance beam, and wooden swords. Reesa gave a suspiciously high jump off her chair and landed next to Rafe. He grabbed her hand and the four children ran outside.

———

The grownups sat down to enjoy decent, less sugary food (courtesy of Simon’s sister Rebecca’s restaurant, which Magnus used as often as he could) and watch the kids through the large windows. The punch had mysteriously disappeared (Jace wasn’t going to point fingers, but he suspected his mother had instigated a punch-removal directive to Kadir), so Magnus produced “adult drinks”.

Jace stood next to the window, watching the children play. Reesa was observing Rafe, who was showing Mina how to balance on the balance beam while holding her hand. When they were done, Reesa tried too, but refused assistance. She managed to walk it as easily as if she were on the ground and even did a large jump at the end.

“She’s good.” Jem had come up beside him, his eyes on his daughter who was comparing magic colors with Max. They were shooting little sparks in the air, and Reesa was laughing as they landed on her hair and arms.

“She is,” Jace said, a mix of pride and worry in his voice.

“Having a child with a gift you can’t exactly understand, it’s not easy,” Jem admitted. Jace looked at him, realizing Jem was a former Shadowhunter, with a half shadowhunter-half warlock wife and a child with an odd mix of warlock and shadowhunter blood.

“I don’t care about her gifts so much anymore, I just want her to be happy,” Jace said quietly. “I wasn’t, as a child. I want her to be more than just her gifts.”

“I remember you,” Jem mused. “You were the quietest, most composed, well-trained, and polite 10 year old I had ever met.”

“The ship. The attack by the werewolves on that ship the night I came to live with the Lightwoods.” Jace looked surprised. “I had forgotten, that was the first time we met, wasn’t it? I used your staff. The one with WH carved on it.”

“Yes. Your gifts were very visible that day, I just didn’t see them clearly. I’m sorry you weren’t happy, though.”

“I was later. I found part of my happiness with the Lightwoods. And the rest,” Jace’s eyes searched out Clary, laughing with Tessa and her mother near the fireplace. “The rest with Clary. And now with Reesa.”

“I understand,” Jem replied. And he did. He knew the fulfillment of happiness that came with love. With Will, with Tessa, with Mina and Kit. He saw that same completion in Jace now, what had been missing all those years ago when he had been the solemn and determined child with those golden eyes and that Herondale recklessness that had reminded Jem of Will even then.

The two men watched as Mina and Reesa joined hands to run away from Max and for a moment, it seemed like Reesa’s eyes glimmered and Mina’s fingers sparked a brighter gold and they seemed to be moving faster than they should have been. He blinked and it was gone. Jace’s brow was slightly furrowed , as if he had seen something as well.

“I think...those two may be trouble together,” Jem said.

“A Herondale and a Carstairs? Definitely. I’ve heard the stories from Tessa.” Jace laughed and Jem joined him.

“Oh yes. Will and I.” Jem smiled at the memories. “Will and Tessa’s daughter Lucie, her parabatai was also a Carstairs. Their son’s was a Fairchild.”

“Herondales, Carstairs, Lightwoods, and Fairchilds. Chaos and mayhem since the beginning, is what you’re saying?” Jace queried.

“Yes,” Jem confirmed. The two men stood in silence for a moment, watching the children play.

“Mundanes have gifted children too, you know.” Jem murmured. “But I think it means they are better at things like math and reading.” Jace looked bemused at this. Reesa turned and saw him watching her. She waved. He waved back.

“I can’t wait to see what they do,” Jace said softly. Jem nodded in agreement.

“I think,” Jem paused as Reesa and Mina joined hands again, their black and golden-red heads bent together to listen to Rafe and Max. “I think they’ll change the world.”

[justreadingfics]

Looking For  a Heartbeat (20/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Series Summary: You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. It’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, angst, mutual pining, cliffhanger, mentions of injuries.

A/N: @suz-123 is my angel and I love her. The events in this chapter take place right after the ones in ch. 19. Links are messing up posts, you can find the masterlist link on my description.

“Alright, I always knew Steve was a cockblocker, but the peanut, too? Ooff. That’s just some tragic comedy.” Natasha grabs a bite of her Snickers bar and shrugs, after you tell her how you and Bucky almost kissed. Twice.

Right after you not so subtly ran away from the nursery, you met her in your old floor common room, ending up there as you needed to come out and stay away from your apartment- and from Bucky- for a moment.

“This is not a joke, Natasha.” You huff, sinking down into the armchair, “I can’t let that happen.” Your eyes shut as your head drop back. 

“And why is that. He’s no longer with Anna, right?”

Your head snap up and you look back at Nat, watching her cool expression as she chews on the chocolate, sitting on the sofa in front of you, completely relaxed with her legs folded to the side and arm resting over the backrest.

“You’re kidding me, right?” You cock an eyebrow at her.

She just takes another bite of Snickers and deadpans at you, as you’ve done nothing but bore her with your question.

You cross your fingers over your belly and shifts on your seat, “Don’t you remember what happened the last time we got, uh, intimate?”

She nods and points towards your round belly.

“No. Besides this, Natasha.” You scoff. Coaxing absolutely no reaction from her, you continue, exasperatedly, “He just fucking ran away, moved out and started a whole new relationship with his ex-therapist. That’s what happened.” You answer, “I can't force him to run again.”

“I think it’s unlikely that something like this would happen again.”

“Why?” You roll your eyes, “Because of the baby?”

 “No, dumbass.”

 You have to dodge the remaining piece of snickers that flies into your direction.

“Hey.” You throw your arms into the air. 

“Jesus,” Nat pinches her nose, whispering, “…and you used to be one of the finest spies in the world… Can’t you see?” Her up till now expressionless face twists into a scowl, “When you got back here he couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with you, and yeah, he bolted away when things got complicated, but now… can’t you see how much more comfortable in his own skin he seems? The fucking heart eyes when you’re next to him?  The guy is a lost cause and he  looks at you like you hung the damn moon, and the stars, it’s annoying.”

You shrink into yourself at Nat’s words. You’re not that stupid. You did notice all of that. What you have now, the relationship rising between you two… it’s incredible and you dare say it’s better than ever. It’s peaceful, quiet, comfortable, but you’re not sure it’s lasting, and you ́re not sure what your true influence in that is...

“It's all for the baby, Nat.”  You mumble, shrugging one shoulder, “And it’s ok. It’s perfect and the baby is what we must think about… If he gets scared and runs away again… It’s not just me now… I would never forgive myself if something I do or say becomes a reason for him to stay away from our baby.” You worry your lips between your teeth to stop them from trembling. 

“He would never.”

“I never thought I would leave him and yet...” You state, firmly, as your expression hardens.

“Would you do it again?” Nat dips her chin, boring inquisitive eyes into yours.

“Never…” You whisper, gazing down at your fidgeting fingers. It’s true, you can’t see yourself doing something like you did two years ago. This is where you belong to. This is your home. Bucky is your home, no matter if you two are a couple or not, if he’s with someone else or not. He’s your home… and you’re staying. Your love doesn’t scare you anymore. But the possibility of him running away does.  

“Why don’t you trust it’s the same for him?” She asks straightforwardly.

You look back at her, as your mouth twists to the side. You wish you did… “All of this will pass.” You sigh, “It’s this pregnancy, everything is exacerbated right now.” You shake your hand dismissively, “When the baby is born it will pass and we’re gonna be ok.”

You know Nat and the way her mind works enough to know she wouldn’t let go of you lying to yourself so poorly and when she’s ready to spit out exactly what she thinks of it, you strike back, “But hey, what about you, huh? Are you done being pissed off at me, or what? 

“What in the world are you talking about now?” Her eyes narrow at you as she folds her arms in front of her.

“You tell me… I feel like I haven’t seen you since forever, it’s a miracle I found here. You’re clearly avoiding me for a while, now. I know you´re pissed about not knowing the baby’s sex, but come on, enough is enough.”

“You suck,” She deadpans, making you huff your outrage, “You know how much I wanted to know the sex of our peanut, and I am pissed about it, alright, but no, I haven’t been avoiding you.” She mimics your words with an eye roll, “You know I could’ve easily found out sneaking into the medical files, don’t you?” 

“I know,” You challenge, already smiling, “But you wouldn ́t.”

She eyes you sternly, before letting out a small smirk, “Yeah… but you still suck.”  She points a finger at you.  

“So?” You insist, as she dodges the subject.

“Like I said, I haven’t been avoiding you, as surprising as it may seem, my life doesn't revolve around you, my dear.” 

You squint at her, but before you can come up with any type of come back, your cell phone vibrates inside the large pocket of your dress. Checking the incoming message, you smile at whose it’s from.

“It’s Harry,” You tell Nat as you text your reply, “He’s around the tower and wants to visit. I’m telling him to come up, I want to show him the apartment.”

Nat hums before speaking, “How do you think Bucky feels about you two being so close? He seemed a bit bowled over that time he found him here with his kids.”

“Well, he needs to get used to it,” you answer without raising your eyes from the screen, still chatting with Harry, “There’s absolutely nothing between Harry and me, and besides, I’m pretty sure he’s seeing someone.”

“Oh, yeah? Who could that be?” 

Your eyes swiftly lift from the screen to Natasha. To anyone, her comment and her whole demeanor would be seen as nonchalant and indifferent. But you’re not anyone. One thing you could definitely brag about yourself is you’re one of the few creatures alive that could read Natasha Romanoff. The almost imperceptible little hitch in her voice is what catches your ears and you take a closer look. The tiniest pull threatens to curl the corner of her lips as she casually inspects her nails. Is that… is that a glimpse of red you see in her cheeks? Your mind races… Her hair seems a bit disheveled for her standards, she’s been distant… just like now, she has just got into the tower when you found her there, she was eating- wait a minute- your jaw drops. Natasha Romanoff only eats snickers after-

“Natalia Romanova!” You gasp loudly and your eyes grow big as you sit up straight.

The pull on her lips win the battle and when her eyes meet yours she has a malicious smirk for you, “It was the Snickers, wasn’t it?” She laughs. Natasha only eats Snickers in two occasions. After missions, or after sex. You have no idea how you let that one almost go.  “What?” She continues, “You know I have a thing for the shy and the nerds…” There’s a teasing tone on her voice but you spot the longing affection on her eyes.

“Oh, my God.” You yelp, still not quite processing that Natasha and Harry are a thing. “I can’t believe this… How long? How? What the fuck?”

Nat chuckles at your evident astonishment, “Well, I thought he was the cutest thing when you brought him here at Steve’s party, then I got his number when I had your phone at the hospital after your accident, remember?” She explains with a smug smile. 

“What?” Your voice is squeaky, “That long? You two little sneaky fuckers…” You shake your head in disbelief, “I expected it from you, but him?” 

“We agreed it needs to be a secret…” Her voice becomes a tad more serious, “I’m his first, you know, after his wife… and he wants to be careful with the kids, of course. I prefer it that way. They could easily become a target.” She mutters, as her jaw tenses in response of her trying to hide the vulnerability sweeping into her voice.

You give her a sympathetic smile as your heart clenches. Because it’s true. A civilian family would always be targeted if associated with an Avenger, especially one with as many and dangerous enemies as Natasha. You know she would never forgive herself if anything happened to the kids.

The buzz of your phone catches your attention, “He’s coming up,” You announce after reading Harry’s message.

“I gotta go.” She wiggles her eyebrows as she gets up, tapping her thighs. “If he sees me now, after I spent hours riding the soul out of him-“

“Jesus, Natasha.”

“-he’ll become an adorable red pepper and won’t be able to hold it together and might jump him right here in front of you.”  Ignoring your reprimanding interjection, she giggles.

And you can’t help but smile as you feel your heart lighten up at the sound. Natasha Romanoff giggled.  

“Don’t tell him you know. Or to anyone. At least not for now.” She stands in front of you, aiming you a warning stare and a pointing finger.

“No need to ask, but hey,” You lean over and grab her hand, “I’m happy for you. I’m speechless,” You comically widen your eyes, before giving her a soft smile, “But so happy. You’re two of the best people I know and you both deserve what’s best.”

Nat responds with a shy smile, one you’ve never seen on her, before it hardens into a glare and she grimaces at you, “This pregnancy is turning you into a sap, ugh, stop it, it’s annoying.” She growls, strutting out of the room while you chuckle.  

~~~

The occasional wood against wood sound is what cuts through the silence as Bucky work to put the parts of the crib together and Steve drinks a glass of the lemonade you brought out for them. Bucky has been keeping to himself broodingly, apart from the negative answers to Steve’s insistent questions of whether he had interrupted anything between you and him a few minutes before or not.

“I mean,” Steve tentative voice reaches his ears again, “It kinda seemed like you two were about to kiss, so-”

“Goddamit, Steve,” Bucky stops midway screwing the rail in place as his head drops for a second, his hands on each side of his waist, “Yes, you’re goddamn right,” He spits in a rather elevated voice, “If you hadn’t come in I had probably kissed the hell out of her, because she makes it so damn hard for me not to do it every second I’m around her, and all she has to do is just be herself, satisfied?” Running a hand over his face and puffing out his frustration, he lets his body fall down to the floor and sinks his back and head against the nearest wall.

No more than a few seconds pass before Steve places himself beside him, mimicking his sitting position by bending his legs and placing forearms over his knees. He keeps himself quiet, giving Bucky some time to recover his breath and calm down from the momentary outburst.

“If anything,” Bucky whispers after a while of stillness, “You did us a favor.”

Steve tilts his head to the side and takes a good look at his friend, “And why is that?” He asks softly, nothing but kindness and patience lacing his voice.

Bucky’s eyes shut as he takes in a deep and long breath, “I don’t want her to run away again, Steve. I can’t…”  What comes out of his lips is barely a whisper and he hates how vulnerable he sounds, but it’s Steve… one thing he knows: Steve is safe.

He’s reassured by it when he feels the warm touch of his friend’s hand on his shoulder. He turns to Steve and spots a tight smile on his lips as he nods. A silent encouragement for Bucky to keep talking.

“What we managed to build for us the past few months,” he continues, “It’s nothing like we had before when we were together, when she felt so overwhelmed she needed to run, when I couldn’t breathe unless she was there beside me...” He gulps down the lump growing in his throat by uninvited memories, “Before we were like… like a storm, guided by a deep passion we felt for each other… Now? I told you that, already, we’re calm, peaceful… She looks as happy as she ever has been, but I still feel like… I might lose her again. Like if we go further than what we have now… she might get scared and… and run…I can’t have that, Steve. Not again, especially not now,” He confesses, feeling his muscles tense up.  

“What about you?” Steve squeezes his arm, keeping his voice gentle.

“What about me?” Bucky frowns at him.

Steve sighs and licks his lips before answering, “You too got scared and ran, like her…” He reminds him, “Do you think you could get scared and run again?”

“Never.” Bucky quickly and firmly answers, “Never again. It’s her, Steve. Only her. I know we have the baby now, but it’s not just it.” He shakes his head, “She’s the love of my life and I’m at peace with that now. Whether we’re together or not, she is it.” He nods, as contentment fills his chest at his own out loud confession.

“Oh, Buck…” Steve smiles widely, like it’s no surprise for him to hear that. “You two are just a couple of idiots, I-”

“You listen and stop the chit chat Rogers,” Bucky swiftly wipes a single tear running down his cheek, “You drink your damn lemonade and let’s get back to work.  We need to finish the crib and then I’ll get the trail back to the kitchen for her.” 

Bucky gets and promptly start working on the crib again, giving no space for Steve to keep talking.  He knows what his friend thinks, but he can’t have that. He could lose you again and if keeping you beside him means only have you as a friend and as a mother of his child, it’s fine. Absolutely fine.

He looks at Steve to see him still sitting on the floor, looking up at him with a mix of compassion and disapproval. Steve Rogers style.

“Come on, Rogers. Get off your lazy ass.” Bucky scowls.

Steve sighs and obeys, knowing damn well how thick headed his friend can be, especially when you’re the matter. 

After the crib is fully assembled and they attach some shelves on the wall, Bucky grabs the trail and thinks about calling you to see his and Steve’s handiwork, he's dying to watch your face when you see how it’s turning out. 

Passing by the living room towards the kitchen, he stops when he hears one of his favorite sounds in the world. Your laugh. Carefree and breathtaking. Peeking through the entrance, he spots you there, sitting on the couch with your legs resting on a pouffe, head falling back and holding your belly as you laugh like you had no care in the world.  Harry sits in front of you, saying something Bucky doesn’t pay any attention to. All he sees is you. How happy you look.

With a small smile on his lips at how stunning you are, he turns on his heels. 

~~~

Perfect. Just a couple of days after Steve and Bucky assembled the crib, now the nursery is fully done and perfect and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. It has just the necessary furniture and equipment, while the balloon wall-paper brings a touch of warmth and playfulness to accommodate your baby.

On the shelves Bucky has attached to the wall, right next to the dresser, you now place the many stuffies he daily brings to your baby. One fluffier than the other, you acknowledge, with an easy smile tugging at your lips as you behold with adoration a grumpy cat in your hands that honestly reminds you of him before placing it next to the little pig.

“I can always bring some for you, too, you know?”

Turning over your shoulder, you spot Bucky at the door, leaning against the side, a teasing smirk adorning his lips. At the sight of what he’s wearing, a frown takes the place of the smile you always have saved for him when he shows up. 

“I bet the baby won't mind sharing.” You say inattentively while you leave the task of organizing the stuffies move to him, eyes focused on his gear, “Why are you suited up?” You tilt your head and look up at him.

His lips purse in a taut line and his shoulders cast down, “There was an escape attempt. Zemo. Don ́t worry, he's still locked up.” He’s quick to add the information as your eyes widen. He steps into the room, meeting you halfway. “Nat located the group which tried to set him loose and apparently it ́s HYDRA.”

“Oh.” The air catches in your throat. That's why he's going, then. Ever since he moved out he hasn't gone to any missions, just like you haven’t, and you must be rusty or something, because, along with the little rush of excitement you always felt before your missions, worry bites on the pit of your stomach, “Who's going? How long?”

“Just Nat, me and Steve. The HYDRA experts.” He winks at you, but the attempt of humor leaves his face when he finds none of it in your expression, “Nat estimates it ́ll take us less than 24 hours, we’ll be here before sunrise, tops. I just wanted to see you-,huh, the peanut, before we left.” He clears his throat as a light shade of pink creeps up his cheeks.

You ignore the jump in your heart in favor to offer him a small smile, “We’ll both miss you.”

His face lights up and he steps closer, lifting his hand towards your stomach, he waits for your permission, which you promptly give with a nod.

“You take care of your mama, ok?” He says, looking down and stroking your belly. You both laugh when the kick hits, “She might get a little excited, because if I know her well, which I’m pretty sure I do, she’s dying to go kick some ass, too.” His eyes meet yours as an amused smirk curled his lips.

“Busted.” You admit, laughing.

He chuckles, looking back at where your child happily makes themselves noticeable, “After our peanut is all cooked up, momma will go back to show some bad guys a good time.”

There it is. Fondness fills up your chest down to your toes at how comfortable and easy it feels… to be with him like that. It doesn’t feel awkward, or wrong, or rushed or anything other than perfect when, before he says goodbye and parts from you with promises of being careful, he props a kiss on his fingers and gently places them back on your belly, letting them linger there for just a while. Nothing but a phantom of a touch and it tingles all over your skin, making your pounding heart all clumsy and warm.  

~~~

Of course, sleep would not come easy for you. Yes, your growing body has been making it difficult to find a position comfortable enough to let you sleep a good whole night, but tonight it is thoughts of Bucky that’s been keeping you awake. He's been to uncountable missions without you when you were together and you’ve never worried like you do now.

To keep yourself occupied and don’t go absolutely nuts, you pick up a pregnancy book which Amara, from the support group, has recommended and make yourself comfortable in the living room, with a number of pillows surrounding you at the sofa and your legs resting on a pouffe. You guess it’s close to 2am when your eyes roam through the words without them actually reaching your senses.

“Miss Y/L/N?” Friday’s voice resounds through the room. The call you’ve been waiting for.

“Yes, Friday?” You promptly sit up straight, shutting the book.

 “You asked me to let you know when Captain Rogers team arrived from their mission. They have entered the building a few minutes ago.”

“Good,” You breathe, “Are they going to the debriefing room?”

 “Med-bay, Miss.”

“What?” You cry out, already getting up, “Who’s injured?”

“Miss, I can see you’re showing many signs of distress, may I remind you-”

“Friday, who’s hurt?” You shout, already making your way towards the elevator, not caring about the fact you’re dressed only in an oversized sleep shirt and flip flops.  

“Sergeant Barnes has been shot-”

That’s all you need to hear as your ears block drawn out the sounds surrounding you and the thudding of your heart and fight to breathe became louder and louder. You knew it, you knew something would happen. You push the elevator buttons repeatedly and, since it doesn’t arrive as fast as you need it to, you decide you’ll gain time taking the 6 flights of stairs down to the med bay from your apartment. 

When you forcefully push the doors to get where you want to, you’re panting and sweating. There’s a light tug on your belly, like many you’ve been feeling lately, but there’s no time for it.

“Y/N?” Steve and Nat get up from their seats in the waiting room at your sight.

“Where is he?”  You gasp for air.

“Calm down, hun,” Nat holds you by your forearms, concern etching her beautiful and barely bruised features.

“Where’s he, Nat?” You frantically insist.

“He’s just getting stitched and observed as a precaution, it was his hips, but it’s Bucky, babe… Steve and I gave him the initial help, he was already fine when he got here. He’s fine, Y/N.” She speaks firmly so you can hear.

And you do. And you breathe. And your vision clears a bit.  

“Ok, ok.”, You lick your lips and glance at Steve, who nods at you in confirmation, looking as concerned as Nat at the level of anguish you got there, “But I need to see him. Now.”

“Of course, come on,” Nat smiles softly, taking you by the arm.

When you peer at him through the opened door of the examination room, sitting alone on the edge of the bed wearing only the pants of his uniform, you automatically break away from Nat’s hold and run to him, feeling your heart dropping down from your throat to beat again inside your chest.

His eyes grow big at your sight, “Y/N?”

“Are you ok?”  You whisper, as if your voice alone would hurt him, and when you move your hands to cup his cheeks, you halt, withdrawing and putting them down as you spot a few and already cleaned cuts there.

You don’t notice Nat leaving you two alone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” His eyebrows draw together, “What… how did you know? I told Steve not to-”

“I asked Friday to warn me when you got here, I just…I couldn’t sleep,” You say quickly, studying his face and down to the rest of his body to inspect injuries after letting your eyes find the bandages circling his bare waist, where the bullet had hit him, “Are you really ok?” You insist.

“Yes, of course. Steve and Nat took care of it, I didn’t even need to come here, but you know Steve…” He huffed, before looking at you with regretful eyes, “I’m sorry I worried you, I should’ve told Friday not to say anything to you, but I didn’t think you would ask her and stay up late like this.”

“It’s ok,” You brush him off, “I just got a bit scared, I- ah-” You frown at the sensation of something wet coating your thighs.

Bucky follows the direction of your gaze finding the gush of liquid tracking down your legs. 

“Y/N?” He cautiously calls, lifting his stare from the small puddle forming on the floor.

When your widened eyes snap to him a sharp ache contorts your lower abdomen, “Oh,” A strangled sound comes out of your lips as you hastily bring both your hands to your belly.

Bucky’s gaze at you is frantic as his lips part but nothing comes out of them.

“No,” You say in barely a whisper and shake your head as ice cold terror stabs through your chest. This can’t be happening. The baby can’t come out, yet, “It’s too soon. Too soon.” You desperately give voice to your fear.

 ~~~ 

Part 21 coming soon (ish)

[iwantitiwriteit]

Slow Burn: Act I - Part 3

The Secret Session

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: There’s a secret audience member at your acoustic show.

Warnings: Profanity

Notes: Before you dive in, get in the zone with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! Full of acoustic jams by a couple of my favorite artists. Read the previous part here.

The calm before the storm. That’s what the time before a performance is like for you. You politely demand minimal talking of anyone in the room, unable to help getting lost in thought before a show, often reflecting on the last couple years. Today is no different.

Honey, your song is on the radio!

Oh ‘cos you’re ‘famous’ now, you think you’re hot shit?

It’s not like you don’t have the money.

5 weeks at number 1 and counting!

I can’t believe how naive you’re being.

I can’t believe how jealous you’re being.

And the award goes to…

You won!

I thought you’d be happy for me.

I can’t do this anymore...

“So… that hangover of yours must be serious.” 

You bring your eyesight from its fixed spot on the floor in front of you to look at Jimi. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear me say ‘pancakes’.”

You whip your head around like a madwoman. “Pancakes?! Where?”

“Down girl. There are none. You fiend.”

“Then why mention it? Getting my hopes up like that…”

“‘Cos they’d go reeeealllly good with this obviously expensive, gourmet coffee someone named ‘CE’ sent you.”

“What?” You rush over to Jimi’s side and take the note from her hand.

“Mmhmm... cryptic ass note too. But I’m gonna guess not to you.” 

Roses are red, coffee is brown. Boston’s known for tea parties, and I for putting my foot in my mouth. Forgive me? -CE 

‘Brown’ and ‘mouth’? What a way with words, this guy. He really went through the trouble, though…

“Wanna tell me what you got up to last night? As your manager, I should know.” Jimi tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at you. 

You cringed at the thought of recounting last night’s events. “Not really.” Throwing the note over your shoulder, you began inspecting the extravagant bouquet. “And I’m not hungover by the way. Just feeling— ugh, you know how I get before shows.”

“Nuh uh, sis. Now I’m pulling best friend rank. Hungover or not, you crept ya ass back into the hotel room close to 3 am KNOWING you had a show the next day, get sent coffee and flowers with cheesy apology notes by obviously rich randos, and on TOP OF IT ALL, are about to be away from me for what? 3 months?”

“4 months,” you reluctantly corrected her.

“4 MONTHS! And you REALLY THINK you’re not about to tell me what the hell happened last night? What do you think this is— Pretty Little Liars? Bitch, spill.” Jimi’s right…  manager AND best friend. She deserves the tea… Why’d I give her this much power?

“Well…” Jimi takes a seat as you pace around, beginning to tell her about meeting Chris the night before.

“Chris Evans, Chris Evans? Like Chris motherfucking Evans?”

“Girl, yes!” you confirm.

You tell her about your stupid, potentially offensive joke.

“Ooooff. I’m not surprised, though, that’s on brand for you.”

“Ugh, I know— hey!”

You tell her how Anthony and Scott were obviously trying to set you up, and how Anthony was not helping the awkwardness you already established.

“Why, though??”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

You tell her how things eventually turned around, you and Chris caught a little vibe, and that you were so sure he was flirting with you. How genuine he seemed, and how dreamy his eyes were, and—

“Wait a min—”

“Let me finish!”

Finally, you told her how you’d accidentally read Anthony’s text chain with Chris, and saw what Chris really thought of you.

“Well, damn.”

“I’m saying!” You breathe out exasperatedly as you sit down in front Jimi, leaning your head on her knee.“It's not that I thought we’d ride off into the sunset together or anything, but I just thought I’d read him as genuine. I don’t know… with all that’s happened the last few months, my judgment could really use a win.”

“Oh honey, I know. But what did I tell you? You—”

“We’re ready for you!” Saved by the stage manager.

“Looks like your stern talking to is gonna have to wait until after the meet and greet.”

“Immediately after. Have fun out there hun. Snatch some wigs!”

——————————————————————————

You didn’t see it, but last night Chris saw you enter the party. His breath hitched at the sight of you, dressed in all white, hair like a kinky-curly halo around your head. An actual angel. Somewhat dressed down from the other ladies in the party, but clearly confident and comfortable in your own skin, made you stand out to him. His mesmerization was interrupted by voices calling out in the distance. It was a couple of the younger actor boys, and he watched you chat with them.

Chris looked away when his phone dinged indicating he received a text. It was from Mackie, asking if he was ok. Can I catch a break? He exchanged texts, but wanted to return his gaze so badly to the sneakered beauty that caught his eye. When he looked up, you were gone, and he panicked a little. He finally found you outside on the rooftop patio, dancing provocatively… with Scott?

Chris made his way over to you, Scott, and Mackie. He admired the way you talked expressively about who-knows-what, but your animated faces amused him. When he got to you all, introductions were made; you’re an actress, soon making your film debut alongside his brother and friend. He tries to make small talk with you, but somehow finds himself being joked on for his own film debut, and he’s slightly returned to his sullen mood. I’m not in the mood for this. It’s always too good to be true, huh?

Alone with you at the bar, though, something happens, you change his mind— or rather confirm and further his initial intrigue. The two of you talk, laugh, and dance with each other for the better part of the evening, often catching yourselves gazing smittenly at the beautiful stranger opposite of you. He thinks that you're funny, smart, and confidently awkward. Chris appreciates your realness and was never more glad he came out despite his previously funky mood.

Unfourtunately, there was another change, a sour one. You’d seen Chris’ blind judgments of you. FuuuuUUUUUUcccckkk. He’d sent those texts before he’d even met you, ignorant to you being the musician that his brother and friend were trying to set him up with— they’d done a good job of making sure of that after he expressed his disinterest. But you didn’t know that, and believed that what he texted was truly what he thought of you after enjoying each other’s company all night.

Chris was embarrassed to say the least. He went to the bathroom to hide his shame. I finally, FINALLY hit it off with someone, and possibly blew it because I just HAD to choose this ONE time to be colorful in my word choice. I gotta make this right.

 As quickly as he could, he’d gotten together a demonstration of remorse: a beautiful bouquet of roses and some gourmet coffee, a call back to the quips you shared last night, sent to your green room. He wasn’t sure what to say on the note, but remembering how much of a jokester you are, he went the cheesy, comical route, and prayed it went over well. Chris could’ve left it at that, but no, my curiosity had to get the best of me. 

Just like you hadn’t seen him watching you last night, you hadn’t seen him watching you today. Today, however, he’s not the only one watching you. This isn’t qualified as stalking, is it? God, I hope not. Appropriately anxious and tucked in the furthest corner of the small, but packed venue, clad in a baseball cap, hoodie, and sunglasses, Chris heavily reconsidered his spur of the moment decision of coming to see your acoustic performance. Any chance of leaving was now gone as the lights dimmed and the presenter came on stage.

“In the last 2 years following the release of her debut album, today’s artist has taken music by storm! She’s had a #1 song in the country for 10 consecutive weeks— graced the covers of Rolling Stone and Vogue— top-billed major music festivals like Lollapalooza and Coachella. She’s even cleaned up at the Grammys this year and then gave the most talked about performance.”  Damn… do I really live under a rock? “iHeartRadio, give a warm welcome to…” 

Applause erupted as you joined your band on stage, taking your spot behind the microphone. You greeted the crowd with a shy smile and introduced the first song. “This… is ‘Stroke’.” The crowd erupts again around Chris, all in on what’s in store, leaving him the only one in the room unsure of what to expect.

Chris is mesmerized by your voice and amused by your quirky dance moves. But he feels conflicted, knowing that similar moves were done with him last night on the dance floor. When you danced together, it had felt like the two of you were in your own little world, but seeing you onstage sharing some of that with an entire audience made him feel a little… insignificant.

Your lyrics are smart, raw and moving and the instrumentation is captivating even in its stripped back state. Chris doesn’t think he’s ever heard music like yours before. He’s surprised by the subtly aggressive and sexual nature of it, considering how awkward and goofy and cute you were with him. However, he loves watching your outright confidence, your assertiveness, in action on stage. Wow, she’s fucking amazing!

“... thank y’all! Um… this next one is a cover of a song I’m sure you know and love.” The guitarist starts the iconic riff of Aaliyah’s ‘Are You That Somebody?’. Chris is taken back to hearing this song at many parties in his younger years where he mindlessly *and drunkenly* danced to the upbeat production. But hearing you sing it today, a little slower and a lot more vulnerable, the lyrics hit him differently.

“Oh boy, see I’m trusting you with my heart, my soul

I probably shouldn’t let you but if I

If I let you know

You can’t tell nobody, I’m talkin’ ‘bout nobody

I hope you’re responsible

Boy I gotta watch my back, 'Cause I’m not just anybody”

He’s reminded of your comments last night.

“Don’t you ever feel like you can’t tell people’s intentions? Like, you can’t tell if someone wants to be around you for you or… for what they think they’ll get in return. It’s just easier to stay in your own, comfortable bubble sometimes. I don’t know…”

She probably thinks I was trying to take advantage of her. God, I’m so stupid sometimes!

At the end of the set, there’s a round of deserving applause and cheers for you, and you beam at the crowd, thanking them. Chris can’t help but feel strangely proud of you; he barely knows you, but can tell you love what you do and give your all to it. He admires that.

When the lights come up and the presenter joins you on stage, Chris takes that opportunity to slip out early so as not to be caught in the rush of everyone leaving, risking him getting recognized. He gets his phone out to let his driver know he’s coming down and to meet him around the corner, hoping this will keep them from tipping off paparazzi. He then opens his music app to download all your music. It’s official: I’m a fan.

——————————————————————————

“Alright everybody, if you have tickets for the meet and greet… “ the presenter gives announcements as you leave the stage. Being the attentive performer you are, you noticed a tall, enigmatic audience member leave early. Normally you would’ve gently called them out, but something stopped you. A familiarity of the figure, the stature, the walk.

Your breath catches in your throat at the thought of who it could be. You start towards the green room to prepare for the meet and greet, although your swirling thoughts cause you to make little to no strides in that direction. What if it is Chris? Why would he come today? Was he really sorry? Or was he just bored and looking for a good laugh?

Adrenaline rushes you and you head in the direction of where the figure had gone. You scan the room and spot them, stomp up behind them, ready to have some words.

“Hey! HEY!” You reach and yank their hoodie off, “WHAT’D YOU THINK OF THE show…” your voice trails off at the sight of a toupee hanging in the pulled down hood, and the figure turns around. Shit. 

“¡¿Qué mierda estás haciendo?!” The Spanish speaking stranger is loud, bald, and clearly pissed.

“Lo siento,” you offer with a sheepish smile and shrug, then turn on your heels and scurry off, slightly embarrassed by the scene you’d caused.

“What the hell was that?” Jimi asked with wide eyes. “Not what I meant when I said ‘snatch some wigs’!” 

“I thought that was Chris…”

“You thought an extremely famous, A-list actor, who barely flirted with you last night, and clearly doesn’t think very highly of you, risked pestering paps and mobbing fans to go out of his way to come to your set today?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“And if it was? What were you gonna do?”

“I… didn’t think that far.”

“You didn’t think at all. Listen, I get that you’re hurt—“

“I’m not hurt! Ok… That’s not me. I don’t get hurt.”

Jimi sighs, softening her eyes and speaks at you with tough love and concern. “Whatever it is you’re feeling, you can’t let him or any other industry guy get in your head like this. Your career’s finally taking off like you wanted, and your personal life is less in shambles than it was a while ago. If you want everything to continue going in the right direction, you gotta get focused! You’ve got a movie role to slay! And many more amazing opportunities waiting for you after that because you made it all happen. I want you to remember that this next chapter is about focusing on what’s right for you, professionally and personally. Do NOT bring in the bullshit from the last chapter.”

It’s your turn to sigh. “But, I—“

“Aht-aht! No excuses. Are we clear?” You simply nod because there’s not much you can say. All you can do is mentally make a promise to yourself to not let any guy get you besides yourself, that you will be willing and ready for great things to happen to you. Jimi’s right… again! Dammit, I hate when she’s right.

Part 4

[lu-undy]

Chapter 58 - SBT

Here it is!

"You're alright?" 

Lucien kept staring at Mundy even after they broke the kiss.

"Oui. Let us go and see Richard." 

"Alright." 

A moment later, Lucien pushed the door and entered the tailor's shop. 

"Ah! Bonjour, L!"

[Ah! Hello L!]

"Richard, you remember my dear friend M?" 

"Of course, how do you do?"

Hands were shaken in the quiet shop. 

"What brings you here?" The tailor asked. 

"Business I'm afraid. May we have a look at your collection?" Lucien asked. 

"Oh, what about your friend?" 

"Treat him as you would me." Lucien answered and Richard nodded. 

"Then, please follow me. Paul, tu t'occupes de fermer s'il te plaît?" Richard asked his son.

[Paul can you close the shop, please?]

Mundy was clueless as to what was happening or being discussed. All he knew was that Richard walked to a shelf, pulled something down and -

"Crikey…" 

The wall slid open. 

"Come along, M." Lucien said and the three men entered the secret corridor. 

Mundy kept his thoughts to himself out of politeness as he followed Lucien and Richard to a room full of weapons. They were hung on the walls elegantly or put in display cases. 

"M, have a look and tell me what you will need. I shall have a chat with Richard." 

"Oh, uh, alright…" 

Mundy easily located the rifles and went to observe them while Richard and Lucien had a chat in French at the opposite corner of the room. 

That tailor was something else! He had very fine and modern models. Unlike Eddy's which were hunting ones, Richard's rifles were clearly of military grade. Their style was clear. Mundy inspected the different scopes, the reloading mechanisms, the handles… He spent a few minutes dissecting those rifles with his eyes. 

"So, does anything interest you, M?" Richard asked. 

"Not really… I mean this is very modern, eh?"

"Indeed, we try to keep our merchandise up to date." He walked to the Aussie. 

"Yeah, I've never seen anythin' like those guns, even back in service… Nah, thanks a lot mate, but I'm too used to my old gun to change now." 

"What type of rifle is it?" 

The conversation went on for a few minutes while Lucien grabbed a revolver, a suppressor, bullets and everything he needed for the day's job. He finished with a balaclava as Mundy and Richard finished their chat. 

"Are we ready, Mundy?" 

"Yeah, I don't need anythin' from here, but that's very impressive stuff you have, Richard."

"Thank you." The tailor nodded. "Anything else for you, L?" 

"Non, I have everything, merci. We shall take our leave, I'm afraid time is playing against us." 

"Of course." Richard answered and the three men exited the gun shop to come back to the tailor's. 

"Thank you for everything, Richard." Lucien extended his hand. 

"My pleasure." Richard shook it firmly. "It is an immense honour for me to have the privilege to help the great L, really." 

"Thank you." 

"And good luck to you both." Richard shook hands with Mundy who nodded and both him and Lucien exited the shop. 

"Do we need to do anything else?" Mundy asked. 

"Unless you need to do something now, non. Let us proceed." 

"Alright, to the old sugar factory then." 

"Oui." 

Mundy started the van and drove off. It swallowed mile after mile as they exited the limits of the city through the old industrial area. Once they were out, the desert spread for as far as the eye could see.

Lucien leaned back on his seat after slipping his black balaclava on. He took his cigarette case out and flipped it open next to Mundy, who took one. 

"Thanks, luv'." 

"My pleasure." 

Lucien then lit both their cigarettes.

"Richard called you 'the great L', eh?"

"My reputation precedes me, I'm afraid." Lucien smirked. 

"Yeah… quite impressive." 

Lucien chuckled and puffed on his cigarette. 

"So what's the plan exactly?" The Aussie asked. 

The Frenchman took the file with the photographs that he had left in the glove box again and opened it. 

"We know what route Duchemin will take, so we have multiple options."

"Alright." 

"We get inside and pass as two regular mercenaries."

"We knock two out and get their uniforms, ok." Mundy answered. 

"Then, we go to one of these hangars that he will visit with his guests and we wait for him. Once he gets there, we take him away and hide him somewhere, where we will deal with him." 

"Wow, wait, hold on, what about the blokes that he'll show around? And where are we supposed to take him? The place is in the middle of the desert!" 

"We will strike before he is accompanied by his guests. It is still too early in the afternoon for them to be there and I would imagine Duchemin will want to rehearse his little show on his own first, to memorise the route. We will only have to ambush him in one of the hangars. As to where we will take him, look at this picture…" 

Lucien handed a photograph to Mundy. 

"Yeah, it's one of the hangars I guess, what about it?" 

"It doesn't have any thermal signature on it."

"Yeah, and?" 

"It is not the only one. Look here and here too! Non, Duchemin is not using all of the hangars, which means that we can take him to one of the empty ones."

"What?! You want us to torture him there?! In the middle of the bloody complex?! They'll find us out in minutes!"

"Non, Mundy, not if we give them something more… urgent to chase." 

"Like what?" 

"Mundy this is a clandestine animal reserve, what does it contain?" 

"Animals?" 

"Exactly! And dangerous ones! Say if one of them escaped, what would happen, hm…?"

"Bloody hell, you're a genius!" Mundy exclaimed and Lucien smiled. 

"I do have my moments." He proudly answered. 

"Alright so, we get in there, knock two blokes off, take their uniforms, then we free some beasts up, that will set the goons on a chase. Meanwhile, we catch Duchemin, get him in an empty hangar and kill him. Did I get it right?" 

"Oui, I think that is the plan. But now, you have to think, Mundy." 

"About what?"

"What species would take them the longest to catch?" 

"I wouldn't go for just one." The expert hunter explained. "Whatever the beast you'll put, it'll be outnumbered by the guards and they'll end up catching it or killing it. Nah, I'd go for a few, let them spread and fight." 

"Hm-mh, interesting. Which ones then?" 

"Big cats."

"Which ones in particular?" 

"All of them if we can. They're big, scary and they'll keep them busy for a while."

"Très bien."

[Very well.]

"Now the thing is how on Earth are we gonna break them free?" 

"And not getting eaten ourselves, you mean?" 

"Well yeah, that would help, wouldn't it?" 

Lucien chuckled. 

"Indeed it would. Here, I got these from Richard." 

The Frenchman handed Mundy small spherical objects in his palm. 

"What's that?"

"Explosives." 

"What the hell?! You want me to blow up now?!" 

"Calm down, you won't." Lucien chuckled. "This is the remote." He showed a button on his jacket. 

"Are you serious?!"

"I am."

"That's proper spooky business right there… But what do I do with these things?" 

"When we get there and are in uniforms, we will split up. You will go to the hangar with the felines and place those little explosives on the locks of the cages. Meanwhile, I will make sure that the empty hangar is indeed empty." 

"Ok, alright, then we meet somewhere and wait for him?" Mundy asked. 

"Indeed, we do. When the moment is right, I will detonate the explosives, which are small enough to just blow the locks up. The animals flee and in the panic, we get Duchemin 'to safety'." 

"Gosh that's brilliant…" 

Lucien smiled. 

"And you thought about all of that just now?!"

"More or less, oui." 

"Bugger… If we weren't busy right now I'd bloody kiss ya." 

"You may still do it when we park." 

"Don't tempt me, luv'...!" 

They exchanged a laugh. 

"Good Lord, I'm off to kill a bloke and I'm laughin'." Mundy said.

"Quite absurd, isn't it?"

"Yeah. But nothing really makes sense in this life, eh?" 

"Exactement." 

[Exactly.]

They shared a loving and conniving glance. 

"Ah, how much I love you… You might never know or understand." Lucien said. 

"You're so weird." Mundy chuckled. "We're off to do what we've been wanting to do forever and you think now is the time to get all sappy and lovey?"

"Oui." 

"You're weird." 

"Weirdly under your charm, oui." 

"Pff…" Mundy chuckled. "Alright, look here, we've arrived." 

The van parked and both men slipped out of it. 

"Mundy?" 

"Yeah?" The Aussie adjusted his rifle on his back. 

Lucien removed one glove and put his naked hand on Mundy's cheek. The way he looked up at the Aussie seized Mundy powerfully. 

"I love you." 

"Love you too. D'you want me to-?"

"Please, oui. I need it, I need you." Lucien pleaded with his angel eyes.

Mundy took Lucien by his waist and pulled him closer. Their lips met in silence, under the scorching afternoon sun. 

"When we're done with all that, remind me to continue this where we left off, ok, love?" 

"I shall." 

This time Mundy dived down to Lucien's lips and pulled his waist closer against his. 

"Listen love, when this is all done, I'm takin' you and we're leaving, ok? We'll live a simple life in the desert. I'll teach you how to hunt and fish, and you can teach me French."

Lucien smiled, albeit sadly. 

"Mon amour…"

[My love…]

"Ok?" Mundy insisted. 

"O-oui." 

"Right, let's do this." He put his lips on Lucien's forehead and left a silent kiss. 

"Oui." 

They headed for the complex and found the same entrance they had gone through the last time they had come, the fence that Lucien had cut through. Once they slipped in, it was a matter of seconds before they located two guards. 

Lucien readied his silenced tranquiliser gun and Mundy, his blowgun. They nodded to each other and when the guards passed behind the hangar, out of anyone else's view, Lucien and Mundy shot one each unconscious. 

After a minute, they wore the grey uniform and helmets. 

"Now, follow me, but you will have to do the talking." Lucien said. 

"Why?" 

"The accent." Lucien answered and Mundy's eyebrows jumped.

"Ah, yeah, I forgot."

They resumed their walk, armed with the rifles provided by the guards, which bodies they hid in some bushes. 

"Pst, Lu', there he is…" Mundy was comically speaking from the corner of his mouth, with his teeth clenched. 

"You may speak normally, no one is within earshot and the walkie-talkies are off." 

"Oh, yeah, ok, I tried to be… spooky." 

Lucien smiled under his helmet. 

"Go and place the explosives, I will check on the empty hangar. We shall reconvene here in 10 minutes sharp." 

"Okay, you be careful, ok?" 

"You too." 

They parted ways. Mundy headed for the feline hangar. He entered without too many problems and pretended to patrol inside. On each cage he passed, he put a little explosive, right on the lock. He used them all, and there were more than two dozens. When he was done, he glanced at his watch and exited the hangar to reconvene with Lucien. 

But he got interrupted. 

"Hey!" One of the guards called him. 

"Yeah?" 

"What're you doin' in there?" 

"Patrol."

"Did you fix the light?" 

Mundy tried to hide his surprise. 

"Yeah, nah, I was just sent to get the reference for the light bulb, I'll report it and get someone down here to fix it." He answered. 

"Ah, alright, cheers mate." 

And Mundy turned on his heels, sighing in relief that he passed the test. A few moments later, he was meeting with Lucien again.  

"How did it go?" Lucien asked. 

"Stressful. Had to talk to a bloke. He asked me if I fixed a light in the big cats hangar."

"What did you say?"

"That I was just taking the reference for the bulb?" 

Lucien smiled. 

"Excellent job."

"What about you?" Mundy asked. 

"Hangar A3 is indeed free. It was locked with a padlock but I easily picked it. We should be able to use it whenever we need. I found a few things to help us too, a chair and some ropes."

"Aces. Now, to get the bloke…"

"Follow me." Lucien said and they walked to the front of the hangar. 

Not a minute later, the man himself appeared. Duchemin was impeccably dressed, with a blue three-piece suit and matching dark blue, varnished shoes. He was followed by a few people who were not in uniforms… 

"Oui! I need that to be ready! What am I paying you for?!" 

The little escort of men in suits apologised profusely and went back to wherever they came from, leaving Duchemin alone. 

"Follow me, Mundy." 

"Right." 

Lucien walked close behind Duchemin as he passed them. 

"So first, we go through hangar A1, that's the birds, oui, colours and noises, perfect as a grand opening, then we move on to C5 with the reptiles… Hey! Are the alligators in better shape than last time?" Duchemin stopped in front of the reptiles' hangar and asked a few guards. 

"The vets said they were a bit depressed cause they don't see much of the sun but they should be fine."

"Depressed?!" Duchemin repeated. "What kind of nonsense is that! They're stupid animals, for God's sake!" 

Mundy clenched his fist and gulped down hard, trying to keep his calm.

"Right, let me move on! I don't want to get angry before Rochefort and his friends arrive…" 

Duchemin moved along, Lucien and Mundy still on his heels, on the orange and dusty ground of the desert. 

"The projectors were installed, good…" Duchemin raised his head to the towers with projectors planted at regular distances between the hangars. "At least they didn't mess that up!" 

He went on and Mundy followed until he felt something bump him. He looked down at Lucien and the man under the helmet gave a very slight nod as his gloved fingers slid to the button of his jacket, through the uniform vest that he had opened.

He pressed it and it was a matter of seconds before the guards started yelling around hangar B10.

"What the hell is that racket?!" Duchemin yelled.

One guard came running but before he reached Duchemin, a few wild cats escaped through the door of the hangar, bringing down the guards. Duchemin gasped and started yelling left and right, as more guards poured out to help their colleagues.

"Don't kill them! They are priceless! Put them to sleep! They are worth a fortune! Why does everything have to go wrong now?!" He roared angrily. 

"We gotta take you to safety, let's go." Mundy said, and both him and Lucien escorted Duchemin to the empty hangar. 

"Why are you taking me here? There is nothing in this hangar!" 

As Lucien faked to unlock the padlock on the door, he raised his eyes to Mundy who seemed at a loss as to what to answer. 

"Uh… Well exactly that's the point! We stay in there with you and lock ourselves up until the situation's under control. C'mon, get inside!" 

And in a second, the three men slipped in and Lucien locked themselves up inside the wide abandoned storage area. 

"Mon Dieu, that was close…!" The criminal said. "Argh, I don't even have a phone line installed here to call reinforcements!" 

Lucien had gone further away and came back with an old chair. 

"Y-yeah, take a seat, it could be quite long. We don't know how many more beasts escaped." Mundy said and Duchemin obliged. 

"This chair is the most uncomfortable thing ever…!" The rich rascal said. 

"And it is your last." Lucien answered while removing his helmet, he shook his head left and right. Duchemin's eyes snapped wide and he was about to shout for help but too late, Mundy had a kukri against his throat from behind. Lucien undid his tie  and quickly used it as a gag on Duchemin's mouth.

"Now, let us have a chat, shall we?" 

[hellish-shenanigans-rp]

Hi im on mobile and I cant see the rules, taken characters or how to apply!! Im very rusty when it comes to tumblr so is there any other way I can see it?

Hey hi! Here’s a handy copy-paste ;) 

1. RULES

APPLICATION AND RESERVATION RULES 1. You can pick any Hazbinverse canon character or apply to join with an OC. There are different character sheets for canon and OC applications: check them out at HOW TO APPLY. 2. Please only apply for 1 character or OC for now! Once you’re in the server for 2 weeks, you’ll be allowed to take up a second character/OC. 3. You can reserve a character by DMing us about it! It’ll stay reserved for 1 week. By that time you have to submit your character sheet or else your application will expire. 4. Please send in your application through the DMs. If it’s accepted, we’ll send you an invite to the Discord server. If not, we’ll let you know why it was rejected. Either way, you’ll hear back from us! IN SERVER RULES 1. Please post a short introduction of yourself in #introduction and your character sheet in #canon-character-sheets or #oc-character-sheets according to the template after joining! 2. Canon characters include all Hazbin/Helluva-verse characters who have a page on Hazbin Hotel wiki, even if they did not show up in the show yet. OCs are the characters of your own creation which you weave into the universe yourself! 3. After 2 weeks in the server, you can take up a second character to play (canon or OC) but make sure you don’t get overwhelmed and have the time to roleplay both characters adequately! If you want to take up a second character, just send the new extra character sheet to one of the mods for approval. 4. The roleplay channels are divided into chat (group or dm) and literate RPs. Refer to the channel descriptions for explanations of how these channels can be used. 5. Since Vivzie’s shows themselves deals with many dark/nsfw themes, nothing is off the table here: unless it’s on the blacklist. Please respect the blacklist for the comfort of everyone involved! If you want to talk about a blacklisted topic anyway, make sure to mark it as spoiler and add a TW in front of it. If you want to add something to the blacklist, you can message any of the mods and it will be updated anonymously. 6. Be nice to each other OOC. Sure, characters can have drama, be assholes, and despise each other’s guts, it’s hell, but please please let’s keep it fun for each roleplayer here. 7. Make sure your characters aren’t overpowered. For canon characters: keep it reasonable considering their canon role. For OCs: the abilities should be within reason too! 8. This is an 18+ server, NSFW jokes can be made in RP and OOC, however, please don’t spam nudes everywhere! We have a special channel for that: #nsfw. If you’d like to take an RP to smut: do this in #nsfw-lit. 9. Your own characters CAN interact but it should be avoided. Let’s not have a situation where you’re roleplaying only with yourself! 10. Shipping is totally ok if both parties involved agree to it. However, this is not just a shipping server, so make sure your roleplaying isn’t always about your ship! Likewise, you cannot seriously injure or kill another character without their roleplayer’s permission. 11. You can always dm the mods privately if something is wrong. If you have suggestions for improving the server or new channels to add, you can also do this in #channel-requests. 12. There is a special channel for any headcanons you might have that did not make it into your character sheet: #headcanons. Please keep this channel clean, with JUST the headcanons. You can discuss them with others in #headcanon-discussion 13. We have a vent chat, but if you don’t want to see it, please feel free to mute it! We wouldn’t want to make you feel down. 14. When roleplaying in the dm chat RPs, make sure you only use the channels which are OPEN. After you’re done using the channel for talking with another character, please post (OPEN) so that others can know that! Same goes for literate channels! 15. Literate channels are turn-based. Please decide on the order of replies among each other when you use a lit channel. If a roleplayer does not answer to their turn after a week, they can be skipped. 16. Please try to be active! Life can get busy but if you don’t roleplay for 2 weeks, you will be messaged by the mods to see if you’re still interested in the server. After 4 weeks of no roleplay, you may be kicked out from the server. To avoid this, you can request a hiatus for a longer absence by dming any of the mods! 17. Have fun!!

2. TAKEN CHARACTERS

HAZBIN HOTEL Charlie Magne Vaggie Angel Dust Alastor Husk Niffty Cherri Bomb Katie Killjoy Tom Trench Sir Pentious Valentino Vox Velvet Lucifer Magne Lilith Magne Rosie Mimzy Crymini Roo Villa Helsa von Eldritch Seviathan von Eldritch Arackniss Molly Baxter Henroin Summer Dia Sheep Demon (Alastor Comic) Jazz Cat (Alastor Comic) HELLUVA BOSS Blitzo Loona Moxxie Millie Stolas Octavia Robo Fizz Barbie Wire Tilla Stolas’ wife Ms. Mayberry Martha

3. HOW TO APPLY

APPLICATION TEMPLATE: CANON CHARACTER Personal information Your name: Your age: Your pronouns Your Discord handle: Character information What character are you applying for: How will you write them: (please include at least 8 sentences/bullet points about your take on the character and any significant headcanons here!) Writing sample: (5-10 sentences. The writing sample has to be about/from the POV of the character you’re applying for. The setting, plot, or anything else is up to you!) APPLICATION TEMPLATE: OC Personal information Your name: Your age: Your pronouns Your Discord handle: OC information OC name: OC pronouns: OC date of death (n/a if hellborn): OC appearance: OC backstory: OC personality: OC likes: OC dislikes: OC abilities: Other: Writing sample: (5-10 sentences. The writing sample has to be about/from the POV of the OC you’re applying for. The setting, plot, or anything else is up to you!)

[sagehaleyofficial]

HERE’S WHAT YOU MISSED THIS WEEK (11.6-11.12.19):

NEW MUSIC:

·         With Confidence premiered their cover and music video of Train’s iconic track “Drops of Jupiter.” The band, along with many others, are contributors to the second volume of Songs That Saved My Life by Hopeless Records and their nonprofit organization, Sub City.

·         Poppy premiered her brand new track “BLOODMONEY,” alongside a video that finds her kicking ass and taking names. This comes after wrapping up a run on the Threesome Tour with Bring Me the Horizon and Sleeping with Sirens.

·         Originally slated to be released last Friday, All Time Low livestreamed their tribute Nothing Personal documentary a day early on Twitch. Speaking with Alternative Press, frontman Alex Gaskarth revealed the reasoning behind the band’s decision to rerecord the album.

·         Bring Me the Horizon debuted their fiery new track “Ludens” from the forthcoming soundtrack Death Stranding: Timefall (Original Music from the World of Death Stranding). Yesterday, the band shared their new action-packed music video for the song.

·         The Blink-182 live album, The Mark, Tom and Travis Show (The Enema Strikes Back!), is finally available to stream again in certain regions on Spotify. Recorded in 1999, the album includes material from the trio’s first three albums: Cheshire Cat, Dude Ranch and Enema of the State.

·         Motionless in White released a new music video for their song “Undead Ahead 2: The Tale of the Midnight Ride.” They also added more dates to their co-headlining tour with Beartooth and revealed Stick to Your Guns will be joining them on the full 2020 run.

·         You, Me and Everyone We Know teased fans on their social media accounts and also posted a video of an acoustic track on their website, marking their first new song since 2016. Back in 2016, the band revealed in a Tumblr post explaining their reasoning for calling it quits.

·         Fireworks released a brand new track last Thursday titled “Demitassem,” making the song the first new music by the band since 2014. They also tweeted a link to a website that offers a survey and then takes you to the song.

·         After the announcement that their new album You’re Welcome would be released November 15, A Day to Remember took to Instagram last Friday to delay it. The album is now slated to be released in early 2020.

·         As It Is’ latest EP in their reimagined versions series, Acceptance: Reimagined, was released and features reimagined versions of “The Haunting,” “The Hurt, The Hope” and “The End.” Starting this past March, the band have been reworking The Great Depression into different styles.

·         Waterparks felt like taking control of their old music and released a medley of sorts of some songs from their second album, Entertainment. While the 7:43 song features elements from the entire album, it showcases “Tantrum”, “Crybaby” and “Peach (Lobotomy).”

·         Billie Eilish took to Twitter to announce her new single “Everything I Wanted.” The song will be Eilish’s first new music since her debut album, When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?, was released in March of this year.

·         Silverstein announced plans to release an album of concert recordings, LIVE: When Broken is Easily Fixed. Slated for release November 19th, the record is compiled from various recordings from their 2018-2019 tour centered on their debut album of the same name.

·         Weezer snagged Adam DeVine and Barak Hardley, who appear in the upcoming comic thriller Spell, for the strangest therapy session in their “California Snow” video. The band dropped their Black Album earlier this year.

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENTS:

·         Falling in Reverse canceled their forthcoming Episode IV Tour with Crown the Empire and Tom MacDonald, set to kick off last Thursday, November 7th. The cancellation comes with the tragic news of guitarist Derek Jones’ fiancé suffering complications from her metastatic cancer.

·         Angels & Airwaves announced the addition of a second leg for their upcoming winter tour, which will kick off in January 2020. The news comes on the heels of the release for AVA’s “Kiss & Tell” music video.

·         Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness and AWOLNATION are teaming up for the Lightning Riders Tour next summer. The run kicks off in late May in Asbury Park, New Jersey, and wraps up in Troutdale, Oregon, in June.

·         My Chemical Romance added another show for their reunion run at Download Japan 2020. Billboard also confirmed former touring drummer Jarrod Alexander would join them for the reunion shows, and the band revealed Thursday would be their opener.

·         Billie Eilish headed to White’s label studio in Nashville last Wednesday with brother and collaborator FINNEAS. She is also partnering with Global Citizen to offer fans a chance to work their way into the shows on her tour.

·         Ed Sheeran joined ONE OK ROCK onstage at Yokohama Arena in Yokohama, Japan, on the latter’s Eye of the Storm Japan Tour. ONE OK ROCK supported Sheeran on the Asia leg of his Divide World Tour in April and May earlier this year.

·         Fall Out Boy played a “special show” with iHeartRadio in Seattle yesterday and offered locals the chance to attend at no cost. The band are preparing to release another greatest hits record and live-streamed the entire gig, also doing a Q&A and chat about their upcoming tour.

·         In This Moment announced that they are bringing along Black Veil Brides, DED and Raven Black for a spring tour. The In Between Tour kicks off March 24th at the Orlando House of Blues and wraps up May 17th in Morrison, Colorado, at the iconic Red Rocks Amphitheatre.

OTHER NEWS:

·         Green Day fans were quick to spot Lou Taylor Pucci, the actor who portrayed St. Jimmy in the band’s “Jesus of Suburbia” music video, in an episode of American Horror Story: 1984. The video followed the teen’s heartbreak and struggles opposite Whatsername, portrayed by Kelli Garner.

·         My Chemical Romance frontman, Gerard Way, announced that Doom Patrol is receiving a special stand-alone issue in the series written by DC imprint Young Animal’s Becky Cloonan and Michael Conrad. He announced the new comic on his Instagram account last Wednesday.

·         Circa Survive and Saosin vocalist, Anthony Green, revealed via Twitter he has relapsed in his addiction. Many of Green’s fans and fellow artists responded in support for the musician, and he previously penned an essay for Spotify about his journey with substance abuse.

·         The Black Parade has officially re-entered the Billboard 200 chart. According to Chart Data, which tracks various Billboard charts and collects data on the most popular albums and EPs, this is My Chemical Romance’s first entry in over two years.

___

Check in next Tuesday for more “Posi Talk with Sage Haley,” only at @sagehaleyofficial!

[2spooky-legout-blog]

time capsule

I hope i still use this site at my age the year this is posted will be my birthday in 2020 9-18-2020 it is now june in 2013 i hope i am happy with the profession im going after in college dear me if you are still on this site i want you to remember:

your weeabo days, ben ten, pokemon, watson, deacon, reagan, cici, madison, even robert, autumn, faith, miss janet, miss janice, miss lesilie, miss Evelyn (rip), hetalia, bleach, deadman wonderland, that one i cant think of with the guy that couldnt die, all the animes you COULDNT get into, role-playing, HOMESTUCK, MCR, ANDREW HUSSIE, super natural, doctor who, sherlock, TENTABULGES, your "frisky" days wonk (IF YOU HAVENT HAD SEX IM MAD AT YOU), your kinks (IF YOU HAVENT DONE PETPLAY IM INCREDIBLY MAD AT YOU), YOU BETTER FUCKING DOMINATE YOURSELF IN BED SOMETIMES I SWEAR TO GOD, ORAL YOU HAVE HAD TO DO ORAL ONCE ANGELING I SWEAR TO GOD, ps congrats if you ever told madison how you felt and acted like a true moirail to her FOR FUCKING ONCE, if you told her about your lil crush that  one time, remember twerking, lil nuggers, niggles, doots, nocku monji, every single thing you laughed at, take a look at the older side of your blog trust me the semi regret will be worth it, remember your roleplaying buddies, conner, ethan, sadie, kriss, zany,and everyone else on that chat thats already starting to be forgot about, miyemonster, neeples, rin, shadow, anyone else from any rp groups, remember all the books you'd spend hours reading? artemis fowl, redwall, percy jackson, the kane chronicles, the gaurdians of ga'hoole, remember every aspect (lil homestuck pun) of your life and childhood let it flow back to you its ok if youre crying i am too hey if you can use stuff like trollian in the future message me lets not pull a karkat lets talk lets cry together hell lets share porn. remember everything madison liked? spook, one, johny, adori and skully? remember her smile, you might not see it much anymore, she might not even be there. dont bottle up your feeling please do me that! remember everything you aspired to be your fascination with filming and animation, your love of singing (broadway karkat) science astronomy. how scared you were to go to high school how you didnt get an etsy. im scared at the moment of going to highschool. but if youre reading this everything mustve went pretty smooth. remember every movie every book every show every comic every fandom evey chat (msparp.com/chat/shhNoWordsNow, msparp.com/chat/fuckifireallyknow please revisit them) every youtube channel (pewdie, cry, roosterteeth, damn even yamimashe revisit them too) every laugh every tear shed reflect on your life let your memories come back to you remember every trip you took up and down the same road remember every song you listened to, every fanfiction that ripped your heart in two (loophole and UFUT uwanted free ulgy troll please reread them) 

YOU'RE HERE AND YOU'RE OKAY AND THAT'S WHAT MATTERS MOST

love yourself

[karazor--el]

Nicole Maines once offered lessons in becoming herself. Now, she becomes someone else for a living.

The Maine native first made headlines as an anonymous student who sued her school district in 2013 over bathroom discrimination. School officials had barred Maines, who is transgender, from using the women’s bathrooms. She won her case, and eventually went public to describe the experience in the family memoir Becoming Nicole: The Transformation of an American Family.

Maines’ activism also led to on-camera appearances in television and film discussing her experience as a transgender American. Her natural charisma also led to acting opportunities, including appearing as the first transgender superhero on American television with her role as Dreamer/Nia Nal on The CW series Supergirl, produced by Greg Berlanti. Last year, she also earned acclaim (and a Queerty Nomination) for her work as a vampire in the indie horror film Bit.

With her star on the rise, Queerty snagged some time to chat with Maines about the unusual trajectory of her life, her newfound acting career, and her survival lessons for the COVID-19 lockdown. Supergirl airs Sundays on The CW.

So, I must say, with everything going on I feel obligated to ask: how are you right now? Are you ok?

Thanks for asking. I’m really good. I came down to Austin; I’m staying with my parents. I try to keep myself busy any way I can. I’m playing lots of video games. I just re-downloaded Skyrim.

Oh yes.

I’m doing a playthrough. Always fun. I got Disney+, and they released the final season of Star Wars: Clone Wars, which was a big show when I was a kid. I love it, so I’m rewatching. It still holds up. It’s amazing. And I’m doing art with my tablet. I sit in bed and doodle away.

Maines as Dreamer in ‘Supergirl’

Sweet. So you’re one of the most prominent trans actors on television. I don’t want to call you a trans action hero; that makes you sound like an ATM.

[Laughter]

Trans superhero, yes.

What kind of responsibility is it to play a character like Dreamer, the first transgender superhero on TV?

I feel like being the first for anything has a certain amount of pressure. You’re setting where the bar is going to be. You want to set it as high as possible because you don’t want to be the one that messed up. It’s like oh, she messed up. No more trans superheroes!

[Laughter]

Right.

So I want to do so well so we can continue to have trans superheroes. Fortunately, the response has been responsible. People love Nia, the character. People who aren’t trans love the character, which is almost cooler than hearing that trans people love Dreamer. I was pretty sure that the response from the trans community would be very positive. My own reaction was so excited, so I knew the community would love it. But the number of cisgender people that come to me and say “Dreamer is my favorite character. She’s my favorite superhero.” Aside from her transness, she’s a really special character. She’s just awesome, and its been amazing to see people love her as much as they do.

It’s true. In looking at the show, what strikes me—you’re right—is that it’s not about her being trans. It’s about a woman in an extraordinary situation, who happens to be trans. It’s her relationships with characters like Kara and Brainy that are so relatable. She’s a woman finding her purpose.

Absolutely. It’s a true coming of age story. Her transness isn’t the biggest part of her story. Coming into Season 4, the biggest problem on her mind wasn’t her transness. It was seeing the future in her dreams and not knowing how to handle it.

She’s just trying to get through the day, yeah. It’s so simple that way. Nia has obviously been a huge part of defining your career. And you’re not even old.

Can that please be the headline?

[Laughter]

I’ll keep it in for sure. But this role, by the way, will follow you for the rest of your life. You will be forever associated with her. Is that daunting?

I mean, I think it’s exciting. It’s very exciting to craft this original character and see her thriving among all the major DC players. Crisis [a storyline that crossed over on The CW superhero shows] was so crazy for me. To watch it and see Dreamer, the first trans superhero, up there with Batwoman and Supergirl and The Flash. That was so cool. So I’m excited to have this character follow me. I’ve had so much fun. And I’m so attached to the character personally. I’m protective of her. She’s my baby.

That’s wonderful. You’re an actress who specializes in playing characters with extraordinary gifts. I want to ask about another character you played in a film called Bit.

Yes! Let’s talk about Bit.

It’s a cheeky, fun comic book horror film that you carry as the lead. You were nominated for Best Performance at the Queerties. I hope you are aware…

Yes, and I was so shocked, first of all, because it’s a genre film. So often, genre films don’t thrive in that kind of environment.

It took me by surprise at Outfest last year. I talked to Brad Michael Elmore, the director.

He’s one of my favorite people ever. He’s so smart and talented. He did such an amazing job writing this script. It’s so special. He’s very aware—and will be the first person to say–”I’m not the person who should be telling this story. I’m the straightest, cis guy out there. But I don’t see anyone else telling this story, so I’m going to.” And he did. He’s using his platform and privilege to lift people up. And he did a f*cking cool movie starring queer women.

Totally.

We had a female DP, which is huge. The whole movie was so amazing. The script was brilliant. Instantly, reading it, I fell in love. I hope people get to watch it soon. It’s just cool.

It’s cheeky fun. It’s kind of a female version of The Lost Boys, and I really related to the characters.

Yeah.

So it’s your first movie.

My first and only movie. I’m always on the phone with Brad. “Bradley, when are we making another movie? I’m getting bored.”

[Laughter]

So was it intimidating carrying the whole movie your first time out?

Terrifying. Dreadfully terrifying. I don’t know if anyone knew this, but I have no idea what I’m doing up here. I don’t have formal acting training. I’m not a Julliard actor. I haven’t been doing this for years. I show up and it’s like playing dress-up, you know? And on Supergirl too, I’m acting with juggernauts. It’s my first major [job] and I’m doing scenes with David Harewood. Cool, no pressure.

[Laughter]

I have to live up to something. I have to keep up with that. All of it is very scary. With Bit, trying to keep up with Diana Hopper and James Paxton. Most of my scenes are with them, and they are both so phenomenal. Acting is the most terrifying thing I’ve ever had to do. I have virtually no control over anything. I just try my best. And I’m really happy with Bit, and the response has been better than any of us could have asked for.

That’s marvelous.

It was supposed to be coming out soon, but the virus sort of threw that. I hope people get to see it soon, and I hope they get to see it in theatres.

It’s a film that I think will have a following. When I talked to Brad, he mentioned that he had read your book and consulted you doing research for the part. Then he decided he should cast you in the lead.

Yeah.

Were you at all reluctant to appear in a very queer film written by a cis straight man?

I didn’t really think much of it. The writing spoke for itself. It was phenomenal, well written, well researched. He’d talked to trans folks and read books. He knew what he was writing; he’d done his research to make sure it’s done well. And he made a movie where the trans character, like Nia, where her transness is not the only interesting thing about her. Brad knew: queer people are more than who we sleep with or where we use the bathroom.

Yes.

I found that very refreshing.

Well, and I’m not sure I should say this, but I did tell Brad: the first time I saw the movie I didn’t even catch that she was a trans character. I just thought Laurel was a woman played by an actress who happens to be trans, and that was it.

And that’s the beauty of it. It’s not something a lot of people are going to catch unless they’re looking for it. You catch it in certain places. It is there, and if you know to look for it, you understand. But otherwise, it’s not really pertinent to the situation. When we first meet her, with Laurel driving to Los Angeles, she’s passed a point in her life where her transness is her biggest issue.

Exactly.

Her biggest issue is her selfishness, and that now she has to kill people. She doesn’t want to kill people. It’s a story of a sort of amoral teen trans lesbian vampire.

I love it. When I talked to Brad, it was obvious he had this world very defined in his mind. Have you talked about doing another one? He hinted…

Yeah. It’s a possibility. Of course, I’m like yes, let’s do a trilogy. I want Bit Part II. I want to do all the movies. I have a running joke with him and James that Brad will be like 80 in a wheelchair, and James and I will be in Bit 16. We’ll never stop.

It worked for Star Wars.

I think it has the makings for a sequel, but first we need it frigging released.

So what else do you have coming up? I know Supergirl is coming back for Season 6. Are you part of it?

I believe that I can say I am, yes. I’m not going anywhere.

Beyond that? Other movies?

My life has just been Supergirl and Bit the past couple years. It’s funny: I see other folks doing other projects while they’re a regular on a series. And I’m like how do you have the time? It’s all I can do to get a night’s sleep. So right now it’s Bit coming out and Supergirl Season 6. I talked to the showrunner, and he told me what the plan is. I’m really excited. It’s a cool concept.

And I’m sure you can’t tell us what that is.

I can’t say anything.

It figures. Anything else you’d like to add?

Stay indoors. I feel like this could all be over sooner if people would just. Stop. Going. Outside. For stupid reasons.

Right?

Supergirl airs Sundays on The CW.

Queerty.

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108: Nov 5

MM ANON …… A prospective congressional candidate ……caLiforniA voting …… bankrolled by Bubba…… 🎼” ain’t nobody Straight in LA”🎼…… Nov.14th , liftoff !! …… “ don’t come back, general consensus ma’am”. //… “ William’ you’ll love the break darling “…… “ 🦄can I come daddy, pleeeeeez!!”…… “bring me back a 🦎”…… “ Well, rather you than me squidgy” …… “ I’m reading these balcony jokes old thing” ……” 🤣🤣 Philip, look at this one ‘ wicked!!”… “make it there problem, it’s her decision “ … “Ad Nauseam.

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November 5/2019 Riddle #108 1050 hrs CST

A prospective congressional candidate

Rumours abound of madam seeking elected office in America once she leaves the U.K. Isn’t this marvellous, we are at the point of realistically talking about her being gone!!🤣🤣🤣😂😂😁😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😁😁😊😊😊😊!

She certainly has the nonsense speak to be a politician. However, in this digital age, this madam has more secrets hidden that anyone else that l 🔒 🔐 can think of. In America there is no relationship between the media and elected officials to embargo news or comply with the request of the Palace to not run certain stories. At least l don’t think there are. Every little inconsequential and massively consequential behaviour, hobbies, financial “borrowing “ from foundations allegedly, charging for appearances, not reporting income to the IRS, the Internal Revenue Service THAT oversees the tax system in America. Good luck Rachel! Oh yes, ah, there is that pesky little matter of manipulation to marriage allegedly, ⚖️ Treasonous crimes, allegedly, violating the “of the body”law allegedly and a long long list of other possible illegalities, ALLEGEDLY!!

caLiforniA voting

LA, Los Angeles, California is where madam allegedly hails from. Might this be where she has voted, or has she ever even voted? I wonder if she ever has because that would entail her having to think about something and someone other than herself. If she does run for Congress, seems that would be where. The left leaning celebrity driven politics in that state are in her wheelhouse. We have had celebrities, public allegedly lie for and about her. EDG talked about visiting the Sussexes at FC, feeding baby Archie and how much red hair he has, SERIOUSLY PINOCCHIO??SERIOUSLY?? You going to stick with that story??🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🧐🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥, GC, OW , HRC all chimed in.

bankrolled by Bubba

On twitter, archificial is bubs or bubba but a doll cannot bankroll anything. Bubba is Bill Clinton’s nickname. Are we to surmise, MM ANON, that she will be a paid candidate on behalf of the Clintons. This is unbelievable! But London Scoop warned two years ago, down is up, up is down, wet is dry, dry is wet. Her backers are very very obvious now in who they are! Get rid of any conservative Christian values, let the top 1% keep their trillions and manage the worlds money. The Commonwealth is quite a spanner in the mix isn’t it? This is scary stuff kids!!

🎼” ain’t nobody Straight in LA”🎼

Song by The Miracles, content of the lyrics is all about the prevalence of homosexuality in Los Angeles. Who is this referring? Doria?? I know she has a partner, but l don’t know if male or female. Is this pornography? Has madam done videos of this nature? Might this be the excuse she uses to leave the marriage, that she finally has “woke” to who she really is as a woman and is gay? I hope none of this comes across as homophobic, that’s is not my intention💜. Madam just poisons anything and everything!

Nov.14th , liftoff !!

Liftoff usually means a 🚁 helicopter or a spaceship 🚀 taking off! I am spinning that around! BIG TIME! Is November 14th the day the palace will liftoff the hold on the media 📰 and tell them go ahead DM print that million dollar dossier you have been sitting on for two years. Let the media explode the headlines with each and every bit of alleged filth, evidence, alleged misdeeds, financial and others!

“ don’t come back, general consensus ma’am”. //

LG telling HMTQ, if/when madam goes to L.A. or wherever for her six week break/ American Thanksgiving, the consensus, the agreement or majority opinion is she SHOULD NEVER COME BACK!!! All in favour, raise your hand!!!! Oh l see some people raising both hands, up that’s ok😁😁😁😁😁😁

“ William’ you’ll love the break darling ““ 🦄can I come daddy, pleeeeeez!!””bring me back a 🦎”

I have not read this or heard but l am going to suggest something. Prince Harry will have six weeks leave after RS, madam will be going to America, or so it seems just now, l don’t know where archificial will be. I wonder if the brothers are going somewhere to be together, spend time, talk over the horrors of the past two years. Maybe to Balmoral, hunting, fishing, drinking 🍺, just 😎 chilling out!! Prince William is going to Kuwait and Oman December 1 - 4/2019, the first week in December. I can hardly see this as a break but it will be away from the stress and truly with as it seems madam has been all but dealt with and contained, it would be a break! Sounds like our shy, 😁quiet😁 Princess Charlotte🤣🤣😂😂🤣, wants to go along! Prince George continues his love of all things reptilian 🦎 and wants a reptile brought back as a souvenir.

“ Well, rather you than me squidgy”

Way back when, there were the squidgy tapes. Anybody remember those? Anybody remember cassette tapes even??🤣🤣😂😂. Secret recordings privacy of Princess Diana and her lover who referred to her by that name. Squidgy can also mean soft, wet, something that when you squeeze it, it can change shape, like play-doh. According to the urban dictionary has a meaning that l refuse to type or share! I think this is Prince Charles and Camilla discussing her appearance on the 7th of November with Prince Harry YES HE IS ROYAL NOT NOT NOT A COMMONER🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 and madam. The Duchess of Cornwall is the Patron of The Poppy Factory . They will visit The Field of Remembrance at Westminster Abbey. It will be very very interesting if madam shows and what she wears and how she behaves, or make that, misbehaves. We know she has no respect for The Fallen or anyone else except SELF!! Charles is joking with her saying better you than me having to spend time with madam!! I LOVE visualizing these conversations!

“ I’m reading these balcony jokes old thing” 🤣🤣 Philip, look at this one ‘ wicked!!”

My favourite it is, but you are all tired of it by now but, 🔥 firelight, relaxing clothes, 📺 on, cocktails 🍸, relaxing time talking. PP is very much enjoy the lampooning nature of the political comics with various drawings of madam and how she will look 👀 in a cartoon version on the balcony🤣🤣🤣😂😂. Don’t you just love political cartoons? At one time, a cartoonist was murdered when he did a cartoon of a head of a certain religion, so there is a limit on what’s prudent. He points out one, l think l saw one similar, of madam portrayed as a witch! Wicked is a stage play about the witch characters from the classic film, with the gorgeous Judy Garland, The Wizard of Oz!

“make it there problem, it’s her decision “

Regarding having a VISA to return to England, l know you have to return to your home country every certain number of months, l have no idea what or where her VISA status is at. So if she goes to America, will she be allowed to return? Sounding like they are letting the staff at the airport deal with her. It’s also her decision if she wants to return to the U.K.

“Ad Nauseam.

Ad nauseam from the Latin, means one is repeated something verbally or by action, like pounding a door, so often that it has become endlessly annoying or tiresome.

Madam making endless demands over and over and over. Pleads over and over and over. Don’t make me attend anything public, l can’t do it please, please, please. Ad Nauseam. I think the phrase Ad Nauseam perfectly describes the general feeling towards madam just now, although l would argue there are stronger adjectives some would use.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

November 5/2019 1210 hrs CST

What fun…..thank you dear PG…so appreciated…..😁💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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109: Nov 6

MM ANON ………” the pest is fleeing the rented nest” SO-HO HO HO !!!………”🎼” don’t give me that do goody good bullshit”🎼…… I’ll catch him , you talk him round” …… “ don’t be naive, it’ll be longer than 6weeks.”……… “I’ve got a cunning plan”………… Mmmm’ money but NOT title!!…… “ the Privy Purse won’t finance that”. …… “ I’ll have a chat with the LCJ, ol’ Netty will fix it.”…… “ done and dusted darling”. …… 🎼” we’ve already said “ so long”🎼………🎼” With a Little help from my friends”🎼. Amen!!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU SO MUCH MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 6/2019 1115 hrs CST Riddle #109

” the pest is fleeing the rented nest” SO-HO HO HO !!!

Well, madam is done, leaving. She has been kipping at SoHo, probably worn out her welcome!😁🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 Never to return!! The Ho stayed at SoHo🤣🤣🤣😂😂🤣! This is bloody fan-diddly-tastic!!!😁

”🎼” don’t give me that do goody good bullshit”🎼

MM ANON taking us back to Money Pink Floyd! Yep all about money, living the highlife, not having done anything of consequence for it, except wrong things, violence even. Madam is DEFINITELY not a goody good! I am so excited, l am trying to type so fast! Forgive any of my usual typing errors!

I’ll catch him , you talk him round” “ don’t be naive, it’ll be longer than 6weeks.”“I’ve got a cunning plan”

Like William and Catherine, maybe more intimate family discussing rehab for Harry after this horrific tour of duty of unprecedented nature and length of time. Sounds like they will have him come for that tagliatelle recipe of Catherine’s. I wonder if l could be invited? Anyhow, the length if time in rehab varies, depending on any medical issues and what substances need to be weaned off of. It’s harrowing. After medically stable, 90 days is a usual. They have a plan, all done out of love. Harry has PTSD from losing his mum, his military service and worst of all, this assault on him and his body, mind and soul. He is going to need a lot of love and l know he has that in spades. Harry, l never doubted you, NOT ONE SECOND!! You have been daily in my prayers 🙏🏻, it will continue as you rehab, recover, get your bearings back and start a whole new wonderful life!

Mmmm’ money but NOT title!!

So dealio here is, she will get some sort of financial settlement in the divorce but NO MORE HRH , NO MORE DUCHESS! She can return to her title of evil succubus! Anything to be rid of her and no title!I LOVE THIS! Guys, this is REALLY HAPPENING!! After RD she is gone, and the shit will hit the fan when the media starts printing all their dossiers that they have sat on for TWO YEARS!! Next week is going to be AWESOME!!! God bless you LG and your entire team!!

“ the Privy Purse won’t finance that”

Prince Charles is in charge of doling out money to various royal family members. It’s called the Privy Purse. So they won’t finance any settlement?? Her private jet? I think to be rid of her likely yes. Maybe it’s her divorce lawyers fees? Or some stupid demand she’s making, never ending yammering woman!

“ I’ll have a chat with the LCJ, ol’ Netty will fix it.”…

PP is long long time friends with the LCJ, Lord Chief Justice, Ian Barrett, Baron Burnett of Maldon. This was in a riddle a long time ago. Sounds like PP will speak with him and sort out this aggressive attack against the palace by ABC regarding PA. PP will set things to order with Netty aka Baron Burnett

“ done and dusted darling”.

Done and dusted, meaning everything is done, sorted, over and out, sayanora, goodbye, move along folks nothing to see here, you get the idea!🤣🤣🤣😂😂 l am giddy l am so happy about this!!😁😁😁😁😁😁🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 prayers answered, thank you dear Heavenly Father🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. Madam is done, her stranglehold is no more! Two more appearances, tomorrow and RS, if she shows! Then forever out , she will NEVER EVER EVER BE ALLOWED ENTRY IN THE U.K. AGAIN EVER!! She will be on a watchlist so she cannot sneak back for whatever nefarious reason she might have!

🎼” we’ve already said “ so long”🎼

Closing song from the Carol Burnett show, remember that? I’m so glad we had this time together, just to share a laugh and sing a song, seems we just got started and before you know it, it’s time to say so long. The only lyrics that apply are so long, but l was singing as l was typing. Remember she dressed up as a frumpy maid with the mop and bucket as she sang? Oh l am over the moon excited! HMTQ looked STUNNING today in the bright ROYAL PURPLE and gorgeous brooch. She was DEFINITELY sending a message, l am the Queen, l Reign and the Crown has won! 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻 GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

…🎼” With a Little help from my friends”🎼. Amen!!

I love this song, l’ll get by with a little help, this is our Harry. He will and is surrounded by loving family, can reconnect with all his close mates that he was forced to shut out. He will be just fine, in face more than fine. He is so well loved and everyone will be so glad to see that woman gone! As we used to say, let the door know hit you where the good Lord split you🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 BYE RACHEL!!!

November 6/2019

1200 hrs CST

GSTQAOBC

This sounds great! Exciting days ahead….I have more I would love to say, it can’t because don’t want her to know….thank you PG this is great! Thank you for doing this much appreciated….and you MM Anon thank you for sending in these fantastic riddles! 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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110: Nov 7

MM ANON …… Royal blue class…… navy blue @ss……… royal winning ……… smug grinning …… “ a quiet word in your shell-like Harry, she embarrassed you”…… “Sunday night ma’am, alone!!”…… Royal Trinity …… 🎼” leaving on a jet plane , don’t know “🎼……… “Exeter airport, not far from Babington ma’am”……”What!! a brotherly tour LG?”…… SANDRINGHAM sand pit…”one disaster at a time,old thing”……” Melania has royal discretion Philip”…… “ God knows Philip, money?”…… “whatever’ but not in bloody black and white “

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November 7/2019 2250 hrs CST Riddle #110

Royal blue class…… navy blue @ss……… royal winning ……… smug grinning

Appearances today at various Remembrance ceremonies. Catherine looked stunning in her Royal blue. Might l suspect a pregnancy just based oh how very tired she looked or is it just all the crap with madam etc, plus having three children. She looked every bit the Royal Duchess and future Queen she is. She carries herself with this innate elegance, you cannot buy nor fake it. She was, as always, stunningly beautiful.

Madam on the other hand, oh where do l start. Copycat massive wig, trying to match Catherine’s gorgeous hair. Coat half open, a coat not fit for the occasion. Fake hair covering the poppy. Boots?? Really?? And that constant blanking smug look and emu attitude, this too one cannot buy, it’s her innate sense of entitlement. She’s just so inappropriate!!

“ a quiet word in your shell-like Harry, she embarrassed you”

Someone offering Harry support for the way madam behaved today. He even had to tell madam, or rather signal to her to close her legs as she was again standing as if she were going to straddle something! Poor Harry. Harry had to quietly signal this to her. He looked so official and outstanding in his dress uniform!, doing his duty today, ignoring her keeping focused yet a side eye monitoring her behaviour. He was in his own shell, focusing on the solemnity of the occasion and sick and tired of being tethered to her. Almost done Harry, Sunday she’s gone!!

“Sunday night ma’am, alone!!”

Madam will get on the plane and leave the U.K. FINALLY AND PERMANENTLY! Pending possible alleged treason or charges. No RPO, no security, no one to carry her bags, ALONE!!!😁

Royal Trinity

Without a doubt, Prince William, Duchess Catherine and Prince Harry. They will resume where they were before madam came onto the scene. Harry will need time to recover but getting back to being Royal and amongst people who love him will go great lengths. The people will be so glad to see madam gone, Harry will soar in popularity, the love for him will soar.

🎼” leaving on a jet plane , don’t know “🎼……… “Exeter airport, not far from Babington ma’am”

Great old song, l used to play this on the piano and sing a lot. Don’t know when I’ll be back again, oh babe l hate to go, YEAH RIGHT RACHEL! You’re happy as a pug in a sty to be getting out of England! Exeter is a city east if London l think, sounds like her alleged private jet to L.A. will be leaving from there.

”What!! a brotherly tour LG?”

Sounds like, remember a previous riddle where l interpreted William and Harry may take some time at Balmoral to hunt, fish etc, celebrate madam being gone. The. Cambridge children wanted to go, remember? Well it sounds like LG has a smashing idea to show the solidity of the brothers relationship and help Harry readjust, the two boys, l call them goys in my head, the two Princes May do a few appearances/occasions together. Banner idea LG, banner l say!!!!

SANDRINGHAM sand pit

Sandringham is where the Royal family goes to enjoy their family Christmas time. Catherine, despite having been with William for years was not invited until after they married. Somehow, and it perplexed many of us, madam was included before she and Harry wed. Sand pit can be a sand pit to play in or it can be a metaphor for sink ing in quicksand, burying things in a sandpit, keep things buried like secrets etc. I wonder what madam did there, did she go in areas she wasn’t meant to? What is the secret from the sandpit there?

”one disaster at a time,old thing”” Melania has royal discretion Philip”“ God knows Philip, money?”…… “whatever’ but not in bloody black and white “

HMTQ and PP, gorgeous relaxing evening clothes, today l picture her in velvet of a purple colour, and a lovely throw over her knees of a lovely plaid wool. The 🔥 fireplace is full, warm and crackling, can you feel it? So cosy and warm. PP is wearing black, cozy wooden sweater. Sharing cocktails 🍸, maybe some cream caramel for PP. he was hankering first some the other night. Close time, talking over the concerns they share. PP is reassuring her, one crisis at a time, madam and yet another attack on the royal family through PA. I truly think that was the original plot but the backers couldn’t get through.This is a decade or more long plot to destroy the Monarchy. This is only what we know, IMAGINE all that has happened that is top secret!!! As earlier riddle said Melania Trump has had foul things printed about her that were lies, she sued and won! So seating her next the Harry at the NATO banquet will be very appropriate!

They are talking about something madam has done or will be doing, possibly politics and pondering if her motifs money. Well that’s her motive for every filthy thing she has ever done so…,likely YES!

Talking about a family portrait for Christmas, again mantis previous riddle. PP funny, a blithe attitude but tired of madams black and white photos, 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, only colour portrait!

November 7/2019 2345 hrs

I absolutely love how you turn the riddle into exciting tales! One can so easily visualize the scenario. Thank you so much, so appreciated….good times are coming!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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111: Nov 9

MM Anon

MM ANON … beyond the bathrobe..…hit the spot(not)…never on a Sunday …… 🎼Sun-day my Prince will come🎼…LA Confidential …… morning TV. …… The Late shows …… “And now a surprise guest ‘Princess Megan and Prince Archie”…… “And now a word from her sponsor”…… A Meg-a endorsement … “you can have my jet”…… please!! a little decorum”…… Who’me

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK GOD FOR ANSWERED PRAYERS AND MR 🐼 HEALING🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜💜🙏🏻THANKS SO MUCH MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

November 9/2019 1630 hrs CST, Riddle #111

beyond the bathrobe

Well madam attended the The Poppy Factory Field of Remembrance at Westminster Abbey with Harry on Thursday , Camilla was dr ordered to bed with a chest infection. Now that was odd because Wednesday she had an appearance and tonight she was there. I think she just was not well enough to deal with the unpredictable madam!! She wore a boucle fabric coat by her favourite, Canadian company Sentaler, boy l bet they wish she would STOP!! The nature of the fabric and style of the coat really had the appearance of a cozy bathrobe, certainly nothing near appropriate for such a solemn occasion. As a matter of fact, the hooker boots, massive amount of makeup, FALSE eyelashes, weird belt etc etc shall l go on? I think we all agree! For the longest time she has loaded on the bronzer especially in Africa. We have been told repeatedly she likes the natural look and her freckles aka she doesn’t have any decent makeup nor money to buy. Wow was she decked out on Thursday! I just cannot get over false eyelashes which l don’t fancy anyway, but the smug face at this solemn occasion, she never fails to fail. That cross of hers was like a child had stamped it, VERY clear which two were royal and hers was not. Then there were the games of her not standing where she was directed too, at one point Harry had to motion to her and at another point she stood so close that HE had to move to take the salute at last post. If he hadn’t moved his elbow would have smashed her in the face. Wow did he look and do well. I love how the papers said he was so protective of her🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Watching her was more like it, so she would behave! Huge wig, l could go on and on.

hit the spot(not)

As above, l should have included this, she was told where to stand, then moved, Harry had to signal to her. After she put her cross in, she returned standing too close et etc etc. Never hit the spot she was meant to be standing. Surely madam would not purposely do that would she???🙄🙄🙄🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

.never on a Sunday

Old song called never ever on a Sunday, Petula Clark. I always thought she was the prettiest girl ever. This song is all about loving, no loving on a Sunday because that’s her day of rest, used to be Sunday was the day of rest, was it really? For some l guess, farmers never, nurses, ambulance, firefighters, police, factory works and on and on. Well Sunday is madams last royal performance, off to America after that! Hallelujah?? No loving for her tomorrow, or any other day. People just are so beyond sick of her and her behaviour. Tomorrow bye bye Rachel. Get on that sweet old airliner and fly to L.A. l have no doubt Justice will catch up. BUT at least with her gone, the Royal family especially Harry is done with her filthy smug presence.

🎼Sun-day my Prince will come🎼

The Sun, what will they be printing in tomorrow’s edition??? This song is from Disneys animated classic Snow White. Someday my prince will come, she sings it awaiting her true love, as all the old Disney cartoons ended. Sunday is madams last day for an appearance with Harry!!! My he has conducted himself so well at these services!! I am still waiting madly for liftoff day, the 14th!! I used to tell this lame joke, all my jokes are lame🤣🤣🤣😂😂 but here it is. What did Snow White do while waiting for her pictures to be developed?(oh you have to be old enough to remember when we had to mail our thingy from the camera to process our film and a week or two later we got our photos! Does anyone else remember that?) Anyhow back to Snow White, whilst waiting she sings SOMEDAY MY PRINTS WILL COME,,🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣Lame, l told you😁

LA Confidential

This is a fantastic modern, well 90’s version of a classic film noir, excellent movie. More to the point here, it is a magazine about the goings on in L.A. etc. Has madam got a tell all interview planned for her return home? I wonder how much she is going to charge for that? Lies, lies, and more lies. Lies infinity!

morning TV. …… The Late shows …… “And now a surprise guest ‘Princess Megan and Prince Archie”…

Yes, l have no doubt she will be raking in the money making appearances. Probably GK morning show, plus ABC morning show that attacked Prince George for taking ballet and the Palace, madam will be going for the jugular. She will be on home turf, and she will lie more than you have seen up till now! There are a bunch of late night chat shows in America, l am certain she will do the rounds. Introducing herself as Princess🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮, how is she going to come up with Archie??? That should be very very interesting. We KNOW she will be on EDG (Ellen de Generes )show, liar also.

And now a word from her sponsor”

This in old time radio and tv, is how they used to announce the ads, usually the radio shows had one sponsor. This may mean madam will be do some adverts. I think more likely, some big name ie GC, AC, BC, HRC, OW etc etc will come crawling out of the woodwork, supporting her publicly and quite like financially as well. People at this level could make all her IRS problems disappear!!

A Meg-a endorsement

Mega means huge! Meg is short for madam.So l am assuming or interpreting that BO, MO, HRC, BC, one or all will raise from the swamps and announce an endorsement of her for some sort of political office. This is far far FAR FROM OVER kids!

“you can have my jet”

Someone is giving her their jet. Is this just to get her out of England? I don’t think so. I think this is one of her backers, in this scheme, who will now switch to backing her us U.S. politics giving her their jet to use to travel about, make appearances, politic nature and likely endorse her as well. I sure hope Lady Justice wins here because if she is swimming politically with these big fish, she’s untouchable! How scary is this? I have contemplated writing your president because he will definitely be attacked by this cabal and her! Of this l have no doubt!

please!! a little decorum”…… Who’me

The dress she wore tonight was a repeat of the red/auberguine she wore at OYW at Windsor Castle. Huge open neck, barely a spot to pin her poppy, not that she cared. That dress was so unflattering. Decorum and madam do not go hand in hand. She has no manners, respect, elegance etc. Then when challenged she bats her false eyelashes who me??🙄����🙄🙄🙄🙄. No respect for the fallen, none. The amount of time she kept her head sort of bowed after she placed her cross was so fast, if you blinked, you would have missed it! But kids let’s take heart she will be gone. Don’t watch American news, l really pray ⚖️ is done.

November 9/02019 1745 hrs. CST

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Thank you! Looks like she thinks she will be successful in the US! Oh her backers have an agenda…..I am so relieved she is moving on….don’t fret US….she will face justice….she just doesn’t believe it. Thank you so much PG! Awesome job once again.😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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112: Nov 10

MM ANON …… game,set and lies…… “ that royal DR conversation actually took place “……… game, set And Siberia …… William isn’t enamoured …… “Bare legs, ever ready Rachel “🤣🤣🤣🤣………”So-Ho hook-up?? really”……… “the RPO HAS to keep quiet!!! …… “ a scandal to far old thing “…… “ pray it stays!!”…… “extra protection , NO , let her pay!!”……… “ her little friends ‘ it’s a called a sleepover William “ …… “Yes,Edward and Sophie “…… “wheels up ma’am ,… thank god LG

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

SHE IS GONE SHE IS GONE HALLELUJAH SHE IS GONE!!!

November 10/2019 Riddle #111 1320 hrs CST

May I first say how gorgeous HMTQ, Catherine, Sophie all of them, the boys in their dress uniforms, amazing! Tears from HMTQ we’re for a multitude of reasons and to see Catherine lean in , l assume to ask if she was alright was the most amazing photo!

game,set and lies

Game, set, lies, in tennis it’s game set, match. Everything throughout this entire ordeal with this woman has been a game and full of lies. I do not think she would know what truth is, if she spoke it or lived it she might self-combust!

“ that royal DR conversation actually took place “

DR could be dining room, Doris Ragland, Divorce rules, . A royal conversation could mean a heated conversation or quite literally involving royalty. I know last Christmas there were rumours that Doria Ragland was invited to Sandringham for Christmas, but she did not attend. Then it was put down as gossip. Is this what MM ANON is referring to? But why now?

game, set And Siberia

Games on the balcony, remember TTC??? Well madam was on a separate balcony at the Foreign and Commonwealth Trade building today called the Siberian balcony. Actually quite funny, but not. In Russia, or the previous USSR, people who were unliked for various reasons, protesting or various other political reasons were sent to the gulags in Siberia. It’s the harshest, coldest environment. So appropriate that symbolically, HMTQ ha her be on the Siberian balcony!

William isn’t enamoured

What is this regarding the sleepover that Princess Charlotte wants? It’s not next to that clue, so l think it’s something else.

Well he obviously has never been enamoured with madam, does he have concerns about how she left? This clue confuses me in that there are so many possibles. Maybe he thinks madam should have flown commercial, but the private jet was part of the negotiation to get rid of her.

“Bare legs, ever ready Rachel “🤣🤣🤣🤣

Wore boots on Thursday even though she was told to wear tights/pantyhose. Naked legs at the dress evening last night and l am assuming a repeat today. Continues her big finger up to HMTQ. Why be different now?

”So-Ho hook-up?? really “the RPO HAS to keep quiet!!! …… “ a scandal to far old thing ““ pray it stays!!”

My goodness who did she hook up with? The RPO knows, saw all and must be kept quiet. Must be something huge if it’s a scandal too far and must be kept quiet. Good heavens, might explain where her new clothes have come from. Whoever she hooked up with, must be very wealthy, famous and something that must be kept quiet! Wow madam never misses a chance to sin does she? I am not going to say who l think it might be but l certainly have a very strong suspicion!

“extra protection , NO , let her pay!!”

No protection, she can pay for her own after the ceremonies today. No RPO to go with her to America. She will have to look after herself but l am quite certain she already has that handled. Wild cats like her know how to scrape and scratch for what they want. HMTQ is very clear in what she is saying, refusing extra protection and that she can pay for any regular protection out there in the big bad world.

“ her little friends ‘ it’s a called a sleepover William “

Sounds like little Princess Charlotte and her friends are keen to have a sleepover! Oh those were such fun! I would love to be a fly on the wall. I know how my six year old niece runs her family🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Little girls with strong personalities have a way of doing that. I love it!!

“Yes,Edward and Sophie “…… “wheels up ma’am ,… thank god LG

Countess Sophie was previously scheduled to visit New York and Toronto this week, solo. Now l wonder if Edward will fly with her and madam will be supervised by them to make sure she deplanes in New York! What a rude awakening that will be. No security, on her own, unless whoever the nig wig she hooked up with at SoHo is footing her bills. Madam is very adept at that. Wheels up, means the jet has taken off. SHE IS GONE!!! Thank God LG, HMTQ very relieved.

Now l picture, the family, in their own ways celebrating that this day has finally come! HMTQ and PP, we look in, again we see, the 🔥 blazing, warm and crackling, the scent and feel of the flames instant comfort. Lovely evening dress, pondering the memories revisited today, intertwined with the hell of the war with madam and her backers. Suddenly cream caramel for two arrives along with special cocktails 🍸. They toast one another to have survival yet another war. 🥂 Cheers to you both! God bless you both.

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November 10/2019 1415 hrs CST

I thought this day would never come. Congratulations and a million thanks to LG and his team!!

Thank you dear PG….I wonder when the articles coming out will start saying she is in the US? Or will she continue to play…gaslighting is her favourite PR strategy….but we know…she is gone. Thank you PG great job….always appreciated…🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

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113: Nov 11

MM ANON …… “H’ phone Oprah , NOW!!…… “ we’ll stay with SW for a while”…… “ my mother’s already here”. ……… “ Lottie’ tell your little friends to stop jumping on the bed.” …… BREAKFAST!!…… “ OK’ who’s for sticky maple syrup and waffles?”…… Charlotte!!!! behave. …… “ We’re outnumbered George!!”……”NANNY HELP!, …… “Wait and see,ma’am, wait and see!!”…… “yes, my friends in the service!!”… The banquet would be a good time. ……Embroil him in duties to his regiment ……’seven for a secret never to be told

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

MADAM IS GONE!, Riddle #113 1250 hrs CST

November 11/2019 l took the morning to remember the fallen as today is Remembrance Day in 🇨🇦🙏🏻 LEST WE FORGET

“H’ phone Oprah , NOW!!

Prince Harry has been involved in a Mental Health initiative with Oprah for Apple TV. I do not know how much they have done of it or even started, however sounds like he is meant to call her and back out of it.

However, there is only ONE IDIOT IN THE WORLD THAT CALLS HIM H!! and orders him around like that!!! I hope he changes his phone number M! Madam is barely out of the country and she’s yammering for him to find her a place to stay or wanting something from OW! Good God Harry CHANGE YOUR MOBILE!!!!! ASAP

“ we’ll stay with SW for a while”…… “ my mother’s already here”.

As l had proposed yesterday in the riddle, a wild cat like madam finds soft cushions. Well, it does not get any softer that a billionaire like SW and her husband is worth more than that, who we KNOW has been a backer and obviously STILL IS! Now we know where Doria has been kipping to avoid SPLASH news that they hired😂😂😂🤣🤣😂😂 paparazzi and why Doria needs an assistant l I couldn’t get that last week when a photo of her ‘assistant ‘ walking her dogs made the rounds. I was saying in a riddle then, why does she need an assistant.This might also explain why she has eight million dollars in her bank account! So this is where madam will have ‘Family Thanksgiving’,OW BO MO HRC BC, the whole entire “family”. How precious, l almost shed a tear NOT,🤢🤢🤮

“ Lottie’ tell your little friends to stop jumping on the bed.” …… BREAKFAST!!…… “ OK’ who’s for sticky maple syrup and waffles?”…… Charlotte!!!! behave. …… “ We’re outnumbered George!!”……”NANNY HELP!, ……

Well little Princess Charlotte had her sleepover. I assumed it would be at KP due to security issues. Waffles, giggly girls, William seeking solace in George, little Louis is too young yet😂😂🤣🤣. William screaming jokingly for Nanny Maria Borollos, but she likely is with Prince Louis. I would love to have been a fly on the wall, l know l say that in every riddle but it’s true each time l say it!By the way William, l am still waiting for my waffles!😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😂🤣🤣😁😁

“Wait and see,ma’am, wait and see!!”“yes, my friends in the service!!”

LG in conversation with HMTQ. She is wondering or commenting on media release of info date LIFTOFF!!!!NOVEMBER 14 according to a previous MM ANON riddle! How will things be released, all at once? LG supportively saying just wait and see, excitedly by the exclamation marks. I am sure after all this waiting the press has done, sitting on all this golden horrible but news breaking secrets of madam, it’s going to be brilliant! I am certain LG has been involved.

HMTQ also voicing concern over madams next move, as obviously once a narcissist always a narcissist, and even though madam never LIVED with the a Royal family she was privy to many events including Sandringham. I have no doubt throughout this entire ordeal the family, spoke to her only as politeness would require and never ever EVER shared information. Nonetheless, she was in the palace, observed how they do things, etc, she holds a lot of information and l don’t know what her departure agreement included but l definitely see fee doing the tv rounds, magazines, PR will continue and a book of my life if she was a duchess or some such garbage!

As we know LG has many connections in the world on intelligence, all over the world. He will be in touch with some of these individuals and keep track of what madam gets up to. I am certain President Trump who brought such valuable intel on his state visit last time, that he has has his homeland security department monitoring her and her backers!!!

The banquet would be a good time.

The NATO banquet is December 4/2019. HMTQ will host NATO leaders, it will be an all out elegant affair. I can hardly wait for the photos. This would be a good time to what. Perhaps put out a notice of formal separation on the day if the banquet? I cannot see HMTQ doing anything to overshadow such an event. I wonder if , as has been mentioned twice in riddles, that Prince Harry will be seated next to Mrs. Melania Trump for the evening. Perhaps some announcement may be made that day about a position for Harry to serve in the military. A huge part of me would love a formal announcement of separation, but that’s unlikely but l still want it, hey maybe annulment? Something!!!

Embroil him in duties to his regiment

HMTQ is pondering how best to have Harry era climate to his life now that madam is gone. How glorious. The public will want to see him and know he is finally regaining his health and happiness. Sounds like involving him in his past military career is the answer. Given his Invictus Games and involvement in mental health issues and his own, this is a phenomenal idea. I do believe it will be a bespoke role, created especially for him, non-combat of course. He has so much experience and it will help him rebuild his confidence tremendously. I can foresee a number of roles for him. This is fantastic!

…’seven for a secret never to be told

This is from an old rhyme about magpies. Great big beasts of a bird, black and white, they extremely loud and eat others eggs etc. I remember one Sunday afternoon a friend of mine and her husband live on a farm and she has a bunch of us for dinner. We got talking, they were saying how many magpies they had and the great annoyance they are. Well right after dinner, out came the rifles and we all spent a good few hours riding them of the problem. It was marvellous. DONT JUDGE until you have lived on a farm and had these massive rats with wings stopping at your or your children’s heads!! They remind me of ravens, always made me think of Poe, Edgar Allen Poe. The Raven, read it! Wow sorry kids, l REALKY DIGRESSED there, but l think you like my elaborative writing!

Anyone, back to the clue, the nursery rhyme is below.

One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret,

Never to be told.

Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten for a bird,

You must not miss.

Seven for a secret never to be told. This was in yesterday’s riddle. HMTQ feels imperative, RPO MUST KEEP SCHTUM(quiet), the manner of how Prince Harry Met madam, as MM ANON put it yesterday in PP words, a’a scandal beyond a scandal’.

What hell hath this succubus wrought on or beloved Queen and Prince Harry, the entire royal family, England, the U.K. and our beloved Commonwealth. We have many many friends in other countries who share the horror with us as faithful friends and we so love them for it!!

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November 11/2019 1350 hrs CST LEST WE FORGET

Thank you dear PG! Fantastic read once again….your personality shines through, and I love that…interesting days ahead! Thank you🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜

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114: Nov 13

MM ANON ……… 🎼” let the Sunshine”🎼…… who pulled the short straw?……… palm trees at Sandringham …… “ pass the Dorito’s darling “……… Sophie’s surprise ……“ I love the belt sweetie”. … Preg-nont…… “ I love the belt sweetie” ……… “yes , smile and serve them gru-el”…… Christmas?” Musical chairs old thing” ……… more of a 12 by 6 ……… small expectations …… Kate’s red carpet …… “ bet she goes for the lovers knot.” …… Hobson choice.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜THANK YOU MM ANON LOTS OF 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜

November 13/2019 1730 hrs CST , RIDDLE#114

🎼” let the Sunshine”🎼

Old song let the sunshine in, face it with a grin smilers never lose and frowned s never win. Also from the age of Aquarius. Either way SS, Sunshine Sachs, madams PR agency, one of them known for using ‘dark arts’, deeply dark things. They have in overdrive going back and forth with the Palace today is battling statements. They have absolutely NO IDEA WHO THEY ARE DEALING WITH RIGHT LG????

who pulled the short straw?

Usually when there is a task needing done and no one wants to do it, tour draw straws and one straw is shorter and THAT person gets or has to do the thing no one wants. What might this be. RPO babysitting madam? Royal sitting next to madam at the Christmas? Who knows where Christmas will be, but this is involving madam for sure and no one wants to do what needs done! Maybe it’s who sits next to a Doria at a Christmas!

palm trees at Sandringham

Rumours of madam on the beach in the Caribbean. Are they going to put some pal trees in so madam feels like she is in L.A. when she is there for Christmas??? This is so ridiculous!!

pass the Dorito’s darling “

Oh, is Doria coming for crimbo too?? Oh dear, Dorito has been the way madams is referred to by many. Prince Charles and Duchess Camilla are dining and Camilla, l can see her all dressed for dinner, making this cheeky comment to Charles, and Charles’ red face getting redder as a broad smile and chuckle ensues. By the way, l am NOT joking at his red face, l have several times here written my concern about that along with his red and swollen hands. His birthday is tomorrow let’s remember! He is on tour in India now.

Sophie’s surprise

Sophie was meant to fly to NYC with madam. Something happened and madam didn’t show up for the flight. I looked online earlier l could find nothing about Sophie in NYC. She is also due in Toronto for a women’s empowerment conference/anniversary.

“ I love the belt sweetie”

Madam wore a Gucci belt on RS , worth a few months rent! Is this a catty comment or a genuine from MA or the crying makeup artist? Most public comments were scathing and many think she is trying to look like she’s pregnant or let people think she may be.

Preg-nont

Madam has been wearing her belts very high, tight clothes etc. The last few days PR talking about a second child and she was seen holding her tummy at Royal Hall for RD evening service. Yes yes games games games .

“yes , smile and serve them gru-el”

Another SS doozy PR crap, madam volunteering🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 at a homeless shelter near Frogmore, millionaires homeless now!??🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 on Thanksgiving, in a country that doesn’t celebrate it🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. Sorry you just cannot make this garbage up. It’s like they have a room full of zoo animals pressing buttons for ideas! No offence to zoo animals! Gruel is slop, if you ever read a Dickens that’s what they fed the children in Oliver, tastes terrible but enough to keep you alive,

GRU or GRU is the name for the former USSR KGB secret police. Surely GRU is not at play here?!

Christmas?” Musical chairs old thing”

Madam for Christmas?,Doria for Christmas?, lots of moving around so everyone takes a turn politely talking to Doria and madam. Oh come on, MM ANON, we all know THERE US NO POSSIBLE WAY they are going to be there! I have explained the game of musical chairs in a previous riddle.

more of a 12 by 6

💜💜💜💜This, l firmly believe, is where madam is. Contained , either by bars or in a psychiatric a facility, her mind having fractured and split apart by the stress all of her own doing. Good luck to all those minding her!!!💜💜💜💜

small expectations

Great Expectations, by a Charles Dickens about the French Revolution…it was the best of times, it was the worst of times…..explains everything happening in England/the U.K. now. Here we have small expectations, that is what we have or of madam and she is cornered yet her OR is working overtime and each time today BP has countered played the PR. This is a public game of chess with someone who cannot even play checkers!

Kate’s red carpet …… “ bet she goes for the lovers knot.”

This is a reference to the NATO gala banquet that HMTQ is hosting. Catherine, as usual will wear The Lovers Knot Tiara, l hope she wears a red or green Christmasy gown. I can hardly wait for the photos!!!

Hobson choice.

This goes way way back, even a film made. I haven’t seen it though The phrase is said to have begun with a livery stable owner, Thomas Hobson in the 1700’s England, who offered customers the choice of either taking the horse in his stall nearest to the door or taking none at all. A Hobson’s choice is a freely made choice only one thing is offered. Because a person may refuse to accept what is offered, the two options are taking it or taking nothing. In other words, one may “take it or leave it”.

Madam is in a pickle, so to speak, a tight sour situation. She, wherever she is, although l have a confident idea exactly where she is, is cornered with only one choice and she loathes to accept it! TICK TOCK🕰 TICKITY TOCK RACHEL! THE BELL HAS ALREADY TOLLED FOR THEE!!

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November 13/2019 1820 hrs CST

Thank you dear PG…much appreciated….🙏🏻💜💜💜

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For Granted pt.2 // Jisung

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Genre: even angstier than the first one if that’s possible (eventual fluff !!)

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part 1

“One medium caramel latte to go?” I shouted, my throat beginning to feel slightly raw from shouting these continuous orders. It had been a long shift, on a long day, in a long week. 3 sneaky coffees later and I was still struggling to keep my eyes open. Today had been especially busy, with everyone from families with screaming children, to giddy schoolgirls, to loved-up couples, to quiet workers spending time in the tiny cafe. Luckily, with only 10 minutes until closing, all the hustle and bustle had finally died down. 

After promising my manager that I’d close up, I began wiping down the machines, but not before spotting a kid in the corner with his hood up. His back was to me, but from the proximity of his face to his screen and the quick rate of his typing, I could just imagine the look of concentration on his face. My thoughts were confirmed as I watched him inch closer to his screen, completely oblivious to the coffee mug that was already precariously perched on the edge of the table. 

I smiled slightly, finding the scene endearing. 

I soon stopped smiling when I realised the reason why. 

He reminded of me of Jisung.

It had been a few months since the break-up, but I still found that unavoidable sting in my heart whenever I thought of him. He was always there, even throughout the harder times of our relationship. That night, I quickly realised that I’d never felt more alone. 

There was no doubt that Jisung had left a hole where my heart once lived, but now, after weeks of tears and anger and ice cream, I could finally say that the hole was beginning to heal. 

I hadn’t heard anything from Jisung, so I quickly assumed that he was ok. In fact, he was probably happy that he could finally work in peace. I shook my head, trying to stop thinking about that dreadful night. I tried seeking a distraction, but luckily, the hooded figure provided one for me. 

There was a loud crash and a surprisingly high pitched screech, followed by a string of curse words. Without even looking, I knew what had happened. I quickly grabbed the mop and made my way over, trying to suppress a laugh.

“I guess I should’ve said something about your coffee cup earlier, but you looked so in the zone and I didn’t want t-” The words died in my mouth and my heart plummeted straight down to my stomach.

There in front of me, dishevelled and sleep-deprived but beautiful as ever, was Jisung.

One look in those damn eyes and I felt all the happiness and hurt he caused rush through me all at once. I couldn’t bring myself to look away, my heart pounding even faster when I realised that he was staring right back.

“Y/n...” My name felt strange and soft coming from his lips, and it made my head spin so much that I was finally pulled from my trance. 

“I’ll uh... I’ll just tidy this up, yeah...” I mumbled awkwardly, grabbing my mop which had fallen limply to the floor and beginning to clean up the mess as best as my shaky hands would allow. 

Jisung continues to just stare at me, and I found the similarity in his dumbfounded expression to the last time I saw him almost comical. Almost.

As I began to pick up the rogue pieces of the mug from the floor, my mind raced with a million questions.

How did I not see him earlier?

He must’ve come in when I was on break.

Is he ok? He looks tired.

He’s probably in the middle of writing an album. Not like its any of my business anyway.

Why was he here, of all places?

That one, I had no answer to.

Jisung, who had remained silent for a long few minutes, seemed to read my mind at this point. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to my cup. I’ve just had the worst writer's block for so long and even being near you always gave me inspiration. And I guess I just wanted, wanted to see you? I don’t know. God, that-that sounded way less creepy and stalkery in my head, fuck, sorry. I mean, I miss you, I get that it’s over and I’m in no way trying to pressure you or-” I stood up abruptly, cutting off this rambling. I stared at him for a few more seconds, seeing the tears swimming in his eyes and debating whether to break down or scream bloody murder at him.

Instead, I decided to whisper meekly,

“I’ll go get you another coffee.”

I trudged back behind the counter, leaving a still dazed Jisung to trail behind me. 

There were a few moments of silence, while I made his latte, with Jisung watching my every move.

“I’ll get you one.” He blurted out suddenly, startling both of us and leaving me slightly confused.

“I-I mean, I’ll pay for two coffees, and maybe.. maybe we could drink them together? And talk?”

I blinked in shock. Every fibre of my being was screaming at me to say no, to make his damn latte and get the hell out of there before he caused me any more pain.

And yet, I nodded.

Jisung was nothing if not my best friend. This was a fact that had made our breakup even harder than it should be. There was not only a Jisung shaped hole in my heart, but he was also suddenly missing from so many parts of my life, too. It took almost a month for me to stop instinctively reaching to text Jisung when I got a test result or when new college drama started.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jisung nod slightly in return, ears tinting pink as he struggled to bite back a smile. My stomach did flips at his adorableness and I soon felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks too. 

A few minutes later, we were sitting across from each other, cups of steaming coffee in front of us, in complete silence. Silence had become such a prominent part of our meeting recently, and it was driving me crazy.

“So how are you?” We said at the same time, causing both of us to tinge pink.

“Uhm, I’m good, the term is ending soon and I got the final results I wanted,” I said, inwardly cringing at the politeness in my statement.

I continued rambling on about college, the awkwardness in my words slowly diminishing. I was so caught up in telling him about my ridiculously incompetent lab partner, that I didn't notice Jisung’s soft smile as he looked at me with eyes full of love. I never saw the heartbreak those eyes were hiding, or how his hands were constantly fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie, terrified that he would mess up again and lose this tiny piece of heaven he held right now. I didn’t know that he had missed me so much he was sometimes incapable of getting up in the mornings, and I had no idea about the number of times Jisung walked past the tiny cafe, hoping to catch a glimpse of the smile that he used to see every day. He’d waited for almost 30 minutes in the cold street outside the cafe that morning, pacing up and down like a damn crazy person, trying to rack up the courage and some sort of plan before walking in. He was still in shock. Y/n was right there. In front of him. Chatting away like a long lost friend. Jisung couldn’t believe his luck. Even after all he had done, everything he’d fucked up over and over again, he got to sit here and have a damn a catch-up.

“So how are the boys?” I asked, suddenly embarrassed when I realised that I’d talked for at least 15 minutes straight. 

Jisung took a second to answer, still slightly dazed.

“Oh, uh... they’re fine. Tired as usual, but I guess that’s normal now. They miss you, ya know.” 

He hesitated, before mumbling so quietly I shouldn't have been able to hear it. But I did.

“I miss you.”

At those words, I felt my world explode with fireworks and come crashing down at the same time. 

I was silent now, and Jisung was avoiding my gaze by staring at the now rather lukewarm coffee in front of him.

“Jisung, you know that’s not really fair...” was all I could muster up, using all my energy to keep the tears from falling.

“I know, I know I don’t even deserve to have a coffee with you, but please believe me when I say that this has been the worst 47 days of my life. I treated you like shit, and you’re clearly better off without me, and yet and I can't help but be selfish and ask for another chance. A chance to treat you right, to treat you like the princess you are and I swear, fuck I swear y/n, if you say yes you’ll never want after anything ever again, I would take care of you forever, I promise angel.” By the end of his speech, his voice held a desperation so strong that it physically pained me to hear. He looked so truly broken. It took everything in me not to wipe away his tears and forgive him instantly. 

But hey, when is life ever that simple?

I sighed, choosing my next words carefully, feebly trying not to add to the pain that had already been inflicted on both of us.

“I’m sorry Jisung, b-but I don’t think I could do this again. Even with the best will in the world, you’re still an idol and you’re still busy as hell, and I still can’t cope with the pressures that brings. Who knows, maybe things could’ve been different in another life, but one thing I know for sure is that there’s no way I'm letting you comprise your dream for anything, especially me.” There was a slight ferocity in my words, which seemed to hurt Jisung, but I knew I needed to be firm if we were ever to move forward.

“But I-I don’t care about any of that! I would do anything for you y/n, my schedule doesn’t matter, because we love each other, right? Tha-that’s what you said right before my debut, you said that love always found a way.”

He hesitated.

“You do love me... right?” 

There was fear in his eyes, which shocked me greatly. How could I ever not love him? Even after everything, he was still the best person I had ever met.

“Of course, of course, I do, but it was naive of me to say that, I guess I didn't know just how cruel and lonely the world could be. But know that I forgive you, Ji, and I want you to be hap-”

“Don’t do that.” He blurted out, causing me to frown at the dark tone of his voice. He continued.

“Don’t call me Ji. That was our thing, and it makes me feel like, like we’re still together, or something, like your still mine...” He trailed off, the crack in his voice only deepening the crack in my heart. 

I sighed. The mention of our relationship did nothing to help the tears that were slowly beginning to fall from behind my eyes. 

“I don’t know if I can ever trust you with my heart again, Jisung.”

It was a simple statement, but it crushed Jisung entirely. That was just it, he could give all the love he had now, but the past was set in stone, and try as he might, he could never erase the damage he'd done. 

There was nothing left to do now but go our separate ways. We silently put our coffee in the bin, Jisung only speaking to say that he’d walk me to the bus stop, and at this point, I was too heartbroken to argue. 

The silence continued at the bus stop as we waited. That was when I decided to be spontaneous for the first time in my life.

I stuck my hand out towards him, Jisung looked at it, startled, and then at me, eyebrow raised to demand an explanation.

“A fresh start. Let’s have a fresh start. I may not be able to give you my heart yet, but I didn't say anything about not being able to text you my college drama.”

At my words, Jisung’s heart leapt for joy. It sank only briefly, knowing that our new relationship probably wouldn’t involve cuddles and kisses, but fuck was it still more than he ever deserved.

Jisung cracked a small smile, before reaching to shake my still outstretched hand.

“Friends, yeah, I would love to do that, y/n.” I smiled in return at the cheesy gesture.

“Great, well, I’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

“And I’m Jisung, and it’s a pleasure.”

Jisung felt his heart swell. He had his heaven back, and he sure as hell could get used to it.

 FIN

....ok so I might have lied about the fluffy ending