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houseofbrat · 4 months ago

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Have it on good authority that Angelina was known as crazy at the UN by many of the staff members, and the actual reason she left is because she demanded to be made a Diplomat instead of Goodwill Ambassador and gave them an ultimatum, make me a Diplomat or I will leave. They said no, and she left.

Angelina has such a long history of using her children in the press I can't believe more people aren't critical of this.

Not taking away from what a nightmare Brad is, obviously he sucks.

Thank you for bringing this up. I have heard similar things from friends working in international aid organizations often contracted to work with the UN. Also, remember all of the press and accolades she received due to her association with William Hague and how they created an Initiative for violence against women in conflict zones? It was basically abandoned shortly after its creation. Granted Hague retired so she shouldn’t shoulder the entire blame, but considering Angelina continues to receive special treatment as an actress who isn’t like the rest of Hollywood — sHe AcTuAlLy CaReS — I find it astounding that this has had no impact on her. If she needed to take a step back due to family or health issues, that’s okay! It doesn’t take a lot to do a handoff to other (more qualified and capable!) individuals and cut a check and continue to support with fundraising. But to have an independent governmental body say that you’re “letting down survivors” due to your inaction or lack of interest is absolutely something that deserves attention.

Here’s a Guardian article which gives a great summary: https://amp.theguardian.com/global-development/2020/jan/09/letting-survivors-down-criticism-for-william-hague-angelina-jolie-sexual-violence-in-war-zones-scheme

And here’s the report: https://icai.independent.gov.uk/psvi/

Also have it on good will that when she visited the Houses of Parliament she was a diva nightmare from hell, so there’s that too

Her move to the UN was motivated by public relations. She contacted them and pitched that she be a representative for Unicef, the UN agency that provide humanitarian aid children. The UN said no. Her image at that point wasn't what the UN wanted associated with children. So she ended up working for refugees.

Not surprised by this at all. I knew a few people who did international aid work in various places and Jolie was well known as a opportunistic fake who came, took pictures, and then returned to her 5 star hotel.

I know someone who knew Brad and AJ in similar circles and his biggest takeaway is how very “not bright” they both are.

I’ve posted about this before and most people don’t believe me but that’s ok .. Brad wanted the kids to be disciplined, in school, not be spoiled - and Angelina wanted to be their bestie, buying whatever they wanted and letting them do whatever they wanted. Now she just talks shit about him, brainwashing them into to believing he’s the devil. He’s not perfect by any stretch, but from what I know, she’s way worse than what is presented in the media. Very manipulative, calculating and nasty. Source: I’m an almost 60 year old woman who used to work in the entertainment industry and still have many friends in their circle.

Everything you say! I have two solid sources who are a-list and one of them works with her, the other share a team member. Shes a menace. Im team no one but their kids but truly she is dangerously manipulative. Perfect example she paid someone to build her fashion line, promised them co-creator credit and when it was time for it to be debuted in Vogue, called the editor and specifically said don’t name the main designer. The main designer found it and when confronted Angelina continuously denied and eventually pretended it didn’t even happen. Shes not all there. Source: been in industry for two decades and around these two quite a bit

This is essentially what I had heard as well. He had a more traditional approach to parenting, like set bedtimes, cooked family meals together, time-outs when the kids acted up, asking them to do their share of chores, etc. and she just didn’t believe in any of it. It was a constant source of friction. He was supposedly really unhappy that the kids ate a lot of junk and fast food as their meals. And yes, when things tanked between them, she worked on them to alienate them from him.

I used to work in the executive offices at Warner Bros in the late 00’s and this absolutely tracks with everything I heard about them from the other assistants and receptionists.

That seems like her PR spin though. I’ve heard (from reliable sources) that her refusal to set any kind of boundaries or discipline of any kind with the children was the main issue between them and ultimately was the match in the powder keg of the ugly airplane incident. Her older kids especially have no respect for authority. He wanted more structure and discipline. Now they are *gasp “troubled.” Who could have foreseen it? He “lunged at” the oldest kid (who is also “troubled” now) and Angelina jumped on his back. Not his best moment for sure but he doesn’t have a history of violence. Since then he’s been sober for eight years.

#reddit #celebrities #celebrity gossip #rumors...conjecture #my gif

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prettylittlels · 11 months ago

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He (Tom Blyth part 2)

summary: the stranger strikes again! is it fate or is it just coincidence?

Being late for my 20th century literature class was not in my plans, but I certainly wanted to stay in the comfort of my warm, cozy bed. I contemplate whether I should go to college today, my mind doesn't really care, and it leads me to think of him again. Why does he continue to haunt my dreams if I know I will never see him again in my life?

The phone rings. My breath slows down as I see an email informing me that Mr. Karinsky, who is responsible for giving literature lecture, was unable to attend the faculty today, and his substitute will be in charge. The class is rescheduled for nine-thirty in the morning. My watch reads eleven past eight. I rub my eyes to wake myself up and sit up in bed.

When I walk into Angelina's it's already ten past nine, plenty of time for a drink. At the cash register I am greeted by a teenager who looked like she lacked a good night's sleep. I ask for a latte.

- Name? - she asks, eyeing me up and down

- Y/N - I tell her -

- Y/N? -

- Yes - I hastily add - If you can do it quickly, I'd appreciate it -

She angrily puts the plastic cup on the table and smiles at me sarcastically.

- How much is it? - I ask, taking out my wallet

- Ten dollars -

- On the sign - I point to the top of her head - it says five.

- Oops,- she grins wickedly, - We forgot to update the prices -

Now it's my turn to laugh. Ten dollars for a coffee, yeah, right. I grab the bills from my wallet but someone else leans the cash against the table before me.

Danice, please - a man asks her lovingly - Charge her five and give me another one too, okay? -

NO. NO, NO, NO, NO! Him again.

Danice smiles at him as she takes out another plastic cup and writes something illegible.

- Of course, sweetheart -

Sweetheart? I turn her head to look at him in the eye and he's gone. What just happened?

- Sorry for the inconvenience, miss - he says as he looks up - Ah! - he laughs - It's you!

- Yes, thank you - I manage to answer - again -

- No problem- he offers me his hand - My name is Tom. Nice to meet you -

I take his hand - Is it possible that everything about this man is perfect? His hands, soft as a baby's; his manners, those of an English monarch. The suit he was wearing today, an icy blue like his eyes, pressed to excellence.

-I'm Y/N - I informed him - Y/N Y/LN-

-Beautiful name for a beautiful woman - he says happily - It's as if an invisible string unites us and makes us meet again, isn't it? -

I am stupefied, however I try not to look like a fool, and I look at my watch. I'm late.

-Yes, yes. Sorry Mr. Tom, but I'm late for class - I yell at him as I'm backing up to the door - Nice talking to you! -

- Wait! - he follows me - do you know how to get to the Williams Center? -

-Uhh - shit, it's part of my university campus - Yeah, I study there -

-Fantastic, let me come with you - he says cheerfully - I have to give an audition there and I don't know how to get to it, do you mind? -

Oh, God.

#book recommendations #bookworm #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader #the invisible life of addie larue #addie larue

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harrysarchive · 2 years ago

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A request where Harry styles is a college football star student who has a crush on his single sexy proffesor, reader. One day, reader asked him to see after class

after class: h.s.

pairing: fratboy!harry x professor!reader

summary:

"i can tell you like the thought of this rendezvous with me." i smirk and she gasp.

"that is very inappropriate mr. styles."

fratboy harry has a hot professor and she calls him in after class.

warning:

SMUT 18+ PLEASE

p.s.a i didn't write the exact request but this is what i felt comfortable writing! thank you for the request! <3

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘'𝐒

𝐏𝐎𝐕

i let out an exaggerated sigh as i make my way to english literature, introduction to romantic poetry was the lesson of the week. at least the professor is bangin' hot. thick thighs, amazing curves and what looks like a d-cup set nicely on her chest.

professor y/l/n.

she was a recent graduate of the University of Georgia, the current school i was attending. a full ride football scholarship, i was the best wide receiver in the nation, uni's form all states where trying to pull me. i made the decision to attend UGA on logistics, the best football team in all the states, currently undefeated.

"you ready to see our professor?" niall snaps me out of my thoughts wiggling his eyebrows.

"bloody hell, yes. i don't think i could thank my advisor more for forcing me to do this class." i snicker and he chuckles shaking his head.

"tell me 'bout it." he comments licking his lips and i scrunch my face in disgust.

"watch yourself horan." i mumble as i see a group of girls waving at me and sending winks my way, i send them a wave before averting my eyes.

niall throws a punch at my arm before starting a light jog and i huff out a laugh before following him. sooner than later we find ourselves in professor y/l/n's lecture hall.

"romantic poetry is the poetry of the Romantic era, an artistic, literary, musical and intellectual movement that originated in Europe towards the end of the 18th century." professor y/l/n's states as she walks around her desk, a gray pencil skirt hugs her curvy hips, her freshly shaven legs on display, and a black turtleneck that sticks to her skin like glue. "i've decided to take a different route then the normal, 'Sonnet 18 by the beloved William Shakespeare', and instead we will start this unit with something from my background, 'El Beso' by Angelina Weld Grimké. which translates to 'the kiss', Grimké wrote the poem about a love song, full of passion, yearning, and confused emotions."

i lick my lips and pull my bottom lip between my teeth, she sits back on the desk and her hips plush out even more.

i never would've thought i could listen so much in a class.

"as like your other projects in my class you will either make a short story, making it easier for the common eye to read or, you will make a photo reflection. with that being said i would also like a short summary over 'El Beso.' she smiles at the class, "any questions?" no one raises their hand except, well me. "yes mr. styles?" she cocks an eyebrow.

"what is the grade point based on?"

"like all your other projects it depends on efficiency, the structure and etcetera." she replied folding her hand in-front of her chest, "also if i could see you after class mr. styles, we need to talk."

my heart drops to the pit of my stomach and i gulp down the knot in my throat, "of course professor y/l/n."

i'm fucked.

"thank you so much for working hard today! i cant wait to see all of the things you guys have come up with. there will be a short quiz over El Beso next class so study hard!" professor y/l/n shooes everyone out, class ticked by at the slowest rate known to man kind.

i stand awkwardly at the foot of her desk and wait till she turns around beaming a smile at me.

"ah mr. styles! exactly who i wanted to see. please follow me to my office." she starts walking towards the direction of the locked office and opens it with her key.

"now no need to be scared, just wanted to talk to you about your grades." she smiles pointing me to sit in the chair in front of her desk.

she slides into her rollie chair as well and pulls out a manila folder with my name on the top right corner.

"okay it's just that you seem to be doing exceptional in my class, you are one of the top students that i have."

"but..?" i wait for the wooing factor that's bound to happen.

"but you are barely passing your other classes." she pulls out what looks like a report card you would get in grade school.

"a seventy is passing." i state bluntly as i look over the grades.

"that is true mr. styles, very true but how are you making seventy precent in all other class and passing mine with a ninety percentage average?"

it's because you make me focus.

"how do i make you focus?" she answer the question i thought was just in my head.

"i don't know okay? i mean look at you! you're the hottest professor i have! it hard not to pay attention when you are the professor!"

her eyes widen at my outburst and her ears flush, she straightens herself out and i notice that she squeezes her thighs together.

"i'm sorry? that i distract you?" she stutters putting her glasses on the top of her head.

"i can tell you like the thought of this rendezvous with me." i smirk and she gasp.

"that is very inappropriate mr. styles."

i get up and make my way towards her side of the desk pulling her chair out, i let my hands travel up her sides and to her shoulders, massaging them slowly as she lets out a whine.

"tell me this doesn't turn you on. the thought of you and me. me bending you over this goddamn desk and me fucking you senseless." i whisper in her ear and a shiver runs down her spine.

"we can't." she says bluntly causing a chuckle to leave my mouth.

"i didnt ask if we could did i, love?" she holds back an answer and i bring my lips to her neck pressing kisses on her sensitive skin, "i asked if this turns you on."

she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and murmurs, "fuck it." before spinning around and crashing her lips with mine. i eagerly kiss back slipping my tongue between her mouth, she lets a moan slips out. i slip between her legs and my arms grab underneath her thighs picking her up with ease.

"wait," she whines pulling apart and pushing my chest.

"what baby?" i practically cry out wanting nothing more than to kiss her puffy lips again.

"the door, i didn't lock it."

i let out a chuckle before dropping her to her feet and briefly pecking her lips, quickly locking the door. y/n leans over the desk, the plump of her ass sticking out.

"so you do want this?" i muse as my hand runs along down arch of her back.

"shut up and fuck me." she grunts through gritted teeth causing my cock to swell in my pants.

i slip a hand through the front of her skirt splitting her sleek folds before my thumb makes contact with her sensitive puffy clit rubbing tight circles, her whimpers and moans start to fill the air, "you're soaked baby." i mumble in her ear and she shivers.

"please." she pleas, grabbing ahold on her skirt hiking it up and they bunch on her plump hips.

"wanna taste ya cunt first." i groan sitting in her chair as i pull down her red lace thong, "ya tryna to kill me."

pressing a kiss to the arch of her back i make my way down to her puffy cunt, jesus fuck, i spread her glistening folds pressing a kiss to her clit, she lets out a breathy moan before pushing her hips back licking a broad stripe through her folds, muffling my own groan of pleasure.

"oh harry." she shuddered pulling her hand to her mouth, trying to suppress the small moans and whimpers that were trying to escape her.

"no," i growl against her and slap her plushy ass, "let them out, i wanna her you."

her jaw fell open as a beautiful pornographic moan erupted through the room, knuckles white as they fisted the bottom of the desk, nails digging in the wood leaving small angry marks, her hips pushing back into my face.

my hands were around her thighs, pulling her closer to me, holding her still as she huffed out a breath through her swollen lips. i begged her with my actions, digging fingers into her beautiful melanin flesh and willed her to cum on my face.

"har, 'm gonna cum!" she moaned bucking her hips.

"do it." i spat shortly.

she lets out a high pitched moan as her orgasm hits her, i let her ride it out coaxing her swollen clit. my hands quickly unbutton my pants and i yank them down along with my boxers.

"got my cock leaking honey." i muse lightly fisting my bulge.

"fuck me please." she whines arching her back further.

"yeah you want my cock bad?" i tease swiping my swollen tip through her velvet folds.

not wanting to tease us both any longer i positioned my cock at her entrance, pushing inside her in one fluid motion. she moaned loudly, my hands moving to her lower back, fingers digging into her skin i groaned at the feeling of being inside her. i fucked into her at a torturously steady pace. she grounded her hips down to meet my movements, desperate for more, silently begging me to meet that soft spot inside of her. my hand moves to her neck, wrapping around her throat and she whines.

" 's good." she slurred as her legs start to buckle.

i pull her up with the hand that's around her neck, moving it to her face before turning her head to give her a bruising kiss. once we pulled away i push her down again my hips snapping faster craving a release. i looked at her like she was artwork, displayed just for me in a pornographic arch. my pace was fast, smooth and shallow thrusts, keeping my hips angled so my cock could hit that spongy place that makes her eyes roll back.

"faster h! please!" she cried pushing her hips back, i rocked my hips faster against her before looking down where we connected, i gather saliva in my mouth before spitting between us.

"that's it baby, that's it, take it like a good girl." i gasp out gripping her hips with an iron grip not letting her run from my thrust. i felt her spazzing around me and a choked moan left my lips, my hand moves around to her front and my thumb connects with her swollen pearl.

"cum for me baby." i grunt and she lets out a whine clawing the front of her desk.

she clenched around me and i let out a gasp as we both finally released. my thrusts we're starting to slow down, giving her a sharp pump keeping my cock there as her orgasm hit her. she screams my name as her eyes closed and legs shook. i stood above her as i waited for her pulse to calm down. i let out a breathy chuckle before pulling out and grabbing a tissue for the box of her desk. i quickly clean her before placing a kiss on her plump ass and pull her thong up.

"what do you want for dinner love?" i ask as she pushes her skirt back into place.

she turns around with a smile on her lips before pushing me to sit in her chair and sitting in my lap, "dunno, we haven't gone grocery shopping this week, we have nothing in the fridge."

i play with the diamond ring that rested on her left hand before bringing it to my lips and placing a kiss on it.

"i can go if you want sum pet."

"yeah been craving your chicken parm." she groans out rubbing her stomach, i let out a chuckle before kissing her lips.

"okay want anything else?"

"those crisps i like, the spicy ones." she hums running a hand through my hair, "best fiancé out there."

"yeah? 'm the best?" i tease her and she nods.

a/n: PLOT TWIST😭🤣🤣 i knew i wanted them to have a real relationship but i didn't know if i wanted it to be a "they use to date" relationship or a "they're engaged" relationship😋

also a lil introduction about me i'm 19! my full name is emily but please call me em! i am mexican (MEXICORRY RISE🇲🇽) my pronouns are she/her/hers. i've been a fan of harry since xfactor days so i'm not new to this fandom🫶🏽 that's all you get rn ;)

-all the love,

xo🐝

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sebastianmichaelisslander · 2 months ago

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for the ask game: grell for character and redcliff for ship :3

Aaah ofc! 🙏🏼💫 I’m still doing this though it’s been a while, btw!

Grelle

How I feel about this character:

first off, I think she’s beautiful, fr. Even before I got into Kuro, I saw her design and thought she was so pretty - and that was shortly before I started reading the manga.

I also think that she’s more complex than she gets credit for. When I write her, I like portraying what’s going on behind her queen facade - delve deeper into her psyche, her fears, how she really feels about every situation she’s in… I also think she’s very quick to act and has ended up saving her colleagues’ asses more than once, but that also means she’s impulsive and gets herself into far too much trouble.

Although she doesn’t show it, she really does regret letting her temper and jealousy get the better of her. She never got the love or support so many others she knew did, which is part of why she was resentful of her victims and others who had what she didn’t.

I also think she seems like the sort who, despite her shortcomings, has a great capacity for love and is loyal to a fault. I love showing all her layers and giving her even more.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Honestly, the only people I do ship her romantically with are William or Angelina. However, I don’t mind her with others she’s commonly paired off with, such as Mey-Rin (though I personally can’t see it sometimes), Sebastian (even if how Grelle is portrayed in fics with him often annoys me), Nina, Hannah, Undertaker, or anyone else lol.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Othello or Ronald would defo be her platonic soulmates, lol.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

She indeed is crazy about Sebastian, but more in an, “I want to fuck him and then bisect him with my scythe à la the black widow spider” sort of way. Does she wanna bang him? Yeaaaah. But by no means is she actually that into him romantically, lol.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I wish her inner life and backstory haven’t been explored more in the manga. Not only would this have the Grelle lovers more content, but it’ll also give us more to understand her better. I also want her to get the happy ending I think she deserves. 😭

My OTP:

Grelliam. 😂 tho I’m a multishipper at heart.

My crossover ship:

Don’t really have one. I do think Grelle and Hidan from Naruto would be fucking funny, though.

A headcanon fact:

Not my own headcanon, but some of my mutuals on here hc that Grelle is of Russian origin and can even speak the language. Which I love. I also like the German Grelle hc equally, lol.

Now, for the ship part.

Redcliff

When I started shipping it if I did:

After Angelina’s death in the manga. So much angst potential.

My thoughts:

I’ve always remembered wondering if those two did have something else going on. It even seemed as though their relationship transcended what’s platonic. However, though I do like the pairing, I don’t usually seek out that many fanfics for it as two weirdly specific pairings (Grelliam and SebTaker) are the only ones I think of 24/7.

I think they could either be incredibly wholesome or extremely toxic depending on how they’re written in specific fics and given the nature of their rapport. There’s so much potential to explore it in several different ways. Plus… the ANGST.

Things done in fanfic that annoy me:

Can’t really think of any atm, tbh.

Things I look for in fanfic:

I really want another, “what if Angelina lived?” AU, fr. I also like Bizarre Doll!Angelina fics.

Whom l'd be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Don’t @ me, but (alive) Angelina and Undertaker would be funny. 😂 /hj

Actually, I don’t really ship Angie with anyone except Grelle. But as for Grelle, defo William.

My happily ever after for them:

They’d probably actually try to make whatever they have going on a healthy, functional relationship if Angie lives. As for whether they have a family… maybe there’s the whole, “Grelle finds a baby and decides to keep it” thing.

Who is the big spoon / little spoon?

Grelle is definitely the big spoon. Angie sometimes takes over though, lol.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

Lots of things. They both would read tacky magazines and penny dreadfuls together, give each other their observations while people-watching, go shopping, probably do art together… another one would be Angie braiding Grelle’s hair and making her feel so pretty while doing it. 🥹

That’s it for now! Do send in more 😁 💓

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #this #Angelina Dallas #grelle sutcliff #William t spears #ask games #shipping #Redcliff #grelliam

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in-death-we-fall · 2 years ago

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Murderdolls

Fred Durst isn’t on their Christmas card list. But Angelina Jolie is…

Words: Daniel Lukes Photos: Scarlet Page

(google docs) Thanks @incredizort for sharing your collection!

Joey Jordison’s presence in glam-metal side-project Murderdolls was always bound to garner more than just a passing glance; not least because the exuberant drummer shocked everyone by deciding to make his post-Slipknot debut in stack heels and a whole lotta make-up. But since releasing their debut album, ‘Beyond the Valley Of The Murderdolls’, this summer, the horror-punk quintet have (sic) the past few months creating merry mayhem out on the road, rapidly building a colourful cult following in the process.

Today, the Murderdolls Roadshow has hit London – the Forum in Kentish Town, to be precise – and a group of diehard fans have gathered outside the venue to catch a glimpse of their heroes. For six diehard ‘Dolls fans, however, Christmas has come early. Louise Condren and her brother Michael, Michelle Peppiatt, Rebecca Brazil, Matthew Murray and Richard Williams are currently sitting in the venue’s upstairs bar, where they’re about to begin interrogating the glam-goth six-piece (sic) about subjects as diverse as drugs, Anjelina (sic) Jolie and, of course, a fat man with a white beard and red coat.

After hands are shaken and pleasanteries (sic) exchanged, there’s just one thing to do: get this party started…

Michelle: How do you feel about having so much success so quickly? Ben ‘Ghoul’ Graves: “We’re the hottest thing since sunburn, the greatest fucking band on planet Earth, so it wasn’t really a big surprise to us.” Acey Slade: “We’re doing something different. A lot of people are turning their noses up, but at the same time a lot of people are buying it. It’s like heroin.” Wednesday: “Joey’s had a lot of success with Slipknot, but it’s really weird for me, it’s kind of a new thing. To come to another country and there’s kids dressed like you, and imitating your whole thing, and they know every word to a song that you wrote in your bedroom when you lived with your parents, it’s such a great feeling.”

Matthew: Who would you most like to fuck on a cold Christmas morning Wednesday: “To fuck? On a cold Christmas morning? These are good questions.” Acey: “It’s a very generic answer, but I’d probably have to say Angelina Jolie.” Wednesday: “I’d say Santa Claus.” Ben: “Have you heard of a girl over here called Lindsey Dawn? She’s from the UK, she’s very hot.” Acey: “That’s not what you said earlier, Ghoul. You said for Christmas you wanted to find a midget in your stocking. That’s what you said.”

Richard: Whose roast turkey would you most like to carve this Christmas morning? Wednesday: “Whose what?” Acey: “Is that a variation of the same question? If it’d get me laid, I’d say Angelina Jolie again.” Wednesday: “I don’t know. I don’t know how to carve a turkey anyway.” Acey: “He only carves chickens. One time he carved a squirrel, for class.” Wednesday: “I don’t know. That’s probably the most difficult question I’ve ever been asked in my life.” Ben: “Hugh Hefner. I’d love to spend Christmas at the ‘Playboy’ Mansion.” Wednesday: “Of course you would.”

Michael: If you were the five wise men, what would you give to baby Jesus? Eric Griffin: “Drugs!” Wednesday: “Drugs and a couple of shots of Jägermeister. I’d like to breastfeed baby Jesus.” Acey: “I’d give him a butterscotch enema.”

Matthew: Which rock star looks most like Santa Claus? Wednesday: “Jerry Garcia. Michael MacDonald. You guys probably have no clue who that is.” Ben: “Who’s the one they said Wednesday looks like?” Wednesday: “Mortiis! Like a dead Santa Claus. Or maybe one of his elves. Rob Zombie looks kinda like Santa Claus a little bit.” Joey: “Cancel that. We won’t get that tour.” Wednesday: “He’s got his beard. I’d love him to bring me presents. That’d be the coolest Santa Claus in the world, bringing you shrunken heads and all that. Jellied brains.” Acey: “Or go-go girls, or a leather face mask.”

Richard: If you had Fred Durst hanging by his bollocks what would you do to him? Eric: “Nothing, I’d just leave him there.” Wednesday: “That’s pretty harsh torture in itself. I think we’d all swing on it to make it a little bit worse.” Joey: “We’d throw sliced ham at him.” Acey: “I’d pour honey on his nutsack, and then let ants eat it off.”

Louise: What do you guys think of the UK music scene? Wednesday: “Well, we’re a local band here now, since we’re always over here. It seems to be pretty cool.” Acey: “I like the music scene here better, truthfully. It just seems that people are a little bit more open-minded, you’ve got bands that a little bit older like The Wildhearts and we’ve always had good support bands like AntiProduct and The 80s Matchbox B-Line Disaster, who are really cool.”

Rebecca: How have your families taken to your career paths? Joey: “My parents have always supported me from day one. I’m still the same person, my mom still makes me take out the trash and mow the lawn. She lives in her Murderdolls and Slipknot gear. She wears it every day. She’ll go to the grocery store and these kids’ll come along and go, “You like Slipknot?’. And she’ll go, ‘Oh yeah’. Now she gets free groceries.” Ben: “My parents have always been very supportive of whatever I’ve done. I’m not going to sit here and say that my childhood was traumatic and I hated my parents and all the crap that other bands come out with, because that’s just not true.” Acey: “My mom’s very proud, very very proud of me. My dad, on the other hand, disowned me. So fuck him.” Eric: “My mom came to see us and she wore Devil horns.”

Matthew: What are the three most important things you take on tour with you? Ben: “Our make-up. Our clothes. And rubbers.” Eric: “Spoken like a true ghoul!”

Michael: Your songs are quite sarcastic, but are any of them based on real-life experiences? Wednesday: “No, not at all. I think the only song on the album that had any personal theme, was ‘Dressed To Depress’. The bands that I’ve always grown up on, I didn’t want to go to a concert and be reminded of the bullshit in my life, if I hated school or was angry with my parents. I’ve always compared our band to a TV or a movie or something, you get lost in it. Bands that keep singing about bad childhoods or trauma or politics, it gets old after a while.” Ben: “I think it’s more about escapism than real life.” Wednesday: “So no real grave-robbing stories yet? (listens to music playing in the background) Oh God, is that Nickelback?” Ben: “How would you know that? That’s bad that you know that.” Wednesday: “I know, I’m sorry.” Eric: “I think that there’s a lot of kids that really relate to us, and feel like they have a lot more in common with us than with their parents or their friends at school.” Ben: “Or Nickelback.”

Richard: If you weren’t making music, what would you be doing now? Joey: “I would just try to get as close to anything musical as possible, by being a tech or working in the studio. Music is the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do since I was really young – I’m just lucky I get to actually do it now.” Eric: “I think I’d probably open a strip club. A brothel or something.” Ben: “If I wasn’t doing music, I’d probably be doing something art-oriented.” Acey: “What do ghouls do? What is a ghoul?” Ben: “What’s a ghoul? That’s a good one.” Wednesday: “Don’t you rob graves and beat on poor people?” Acey: “I would maybe be a manager. I mean, I can barely manage my own life, so that would be kind of a tough one.” Eric: “In all seriousness it’s an impossible question to answer because music is more of a life than a job. Our whole lives just revolve around music. It’s part of who we are, so I can’t even imagine not being able to play music.”

Louise: What object will be on the top of your Christmas tree? Wednesday: “I have a Jack Skellington doll on the top of my Christmas tree at home. I always do that every year. I don’t want Santa Claus, or an angel, or a star or anything stupid like that.” Acey: “I got a fake tree that I’m going to spraypaint black. It’s one of the little ones. I’ll spray it in my apartment and get a buzz painting it.” Ben: “I didn’t have a Christmas tree last year, so I’m not sure.” Acey: “That’s because you’re a ghoul.” Wednesday: “What about getting the ghoul and painting him green and standing him on our bus. His hair is like pipe-cleaners…” Acey: “And he’s already got balls hanging…”

Richard: If you could be on an ideal tour, who would be supporting you? Wednesday: “I would love to have AFI support us. That’s probably the only band out right now that I can listen to all the time.” Acey: “Andrew W.K. would be pretty cool. He likes to party.” Wednesday: “We played a gig with Andrew in Japan and he’s a really cool guy and has a lot of fun and I really respect what he’s done and that would be a cool tour.” Ben: “The Donnas, but I think they’re afraid to talk to us.”

Matthew: If you could choose one person, who would you like most to resurrect from the dead? Wednesday: “Vincent Price. I’d just love to have dinner with that guy and just talk to him.” Acey: “Joey Ramone.” Ben: “Brigitte Bardot.” Wednesday: “(correcting his bandmate). Bardoo.” Acey: “Bardow!” Kerrang!: Brigitte Bardot is alive. Eric: “You fucking ghoul. I told you we were stupid.” Ben: “The one Anton LaVey had an affair with then – what was her name? Jane Mansfield.” Wednesday: “Next question!” Ben: “Yeah, let’s move on.”

Michelle: What would your ideal Christmas presents to each other be? Acey: “I’d buy Joey and Wednesday Les Pauls. The Ghoul? What do you buy a ghoul? Wednesday: “A box of magnums. I’d buy Joey a 12-pack of Corona with the lemons… All: “The limes!” Wednesday: “The limes already in ‘em. I’d buy Acey shares in Starbucks franchise. I’d get him a coffee-smelling kimono, or a fucking scarf, so if he couldn’t find coffee it (sic), he’d just inhale it.” Ben: “I’d buy Wednesday a big bucket of KFC.” Acey: “I’d buy him a chicken ranch.” Ben: “Actually, I lost my mind back in the summertime, I’d like to open up a present and get that back.”

Michelle: Acey, was it a strain for you joining after Tripp Eisen left? Acey: “You know you were asking what I would like on Christmas morning? Well truthfully, and for the first time in my life I really have everything that I want. And I’m not just talking shit – I’m in a band that’s gone around the world, that I love, I got a computer – so what more do I need? Some more ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’ toys! They hate me, by the way.” Wednesday: “I’ve known Acey for a long time, before he was ever in Dope or I met Joey. So, it was kinda weird how everything worked out. Us starting a band together was a long time in the coming.”

Rebecca: What is the most rock ‘n’ roll Christmas you’ve ever had? Joey: “I think this one will probably be the most, since with Slipknot, the band’s not heavily indulging in everything, and it’s not like the more free-spirited atmosphere I have with these guys. We’re playing a New Year’s Eve show in my hometown, so we’re just going to probably get drunk and get ready for the show. What do you think about that answer Wednesday?” Wednesday: “It was great.” Joey: “Thank you.”

#murderdolls #joey jordison #wednesday 13 #ben graves #eric griffin #acey slade #interview #facepalm-through-face.jpg #really making fun of ben for being a ghoul XD #if anyone knows which issue of kerrang this was lemme know

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draconeye45 · 4 months ago

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httyd2/animaniacs au stuff

thought i'd share some stuff about this au, given i'm not sure I'm actually going to give my httyd1 au fic a sequel anymore. but some of what i thought of doing was cool enough that i want it out there anyway. XD An au of the Hidden World was never on the cards because I despise it XD But, there are some things I would have borrowed from it

King William wouldn’t die like Stoic did, but everyone would think he was dead for a while until he turned up again (in some kind of dramatic fashion, he is Yakko's dad).

Angelina isn’t dead either. She was lost at sea, ended up on a slaver ship with amnesia. She frees a light fury (in this au light furies would be a larger, day dwelling version of night furies with some neat visuals.) the dragon helps her escape, and they bond. For many years she just wanders, until seeing the sigil of her home in a marketplace. She doesn’t quite remember what it’s got to do with her, but it feels familiar enough that she decides to find the tribe the sigil belongs to.

Would’ve introduced the McDuck triplets as part of an isolated tribe that had already befriended dragons.

Salazar would’ve been Drago, but would’ve been controlling a dragon army via sorcery mixed with death gripper venom (the alpha stuff is kind of messy and one of httyd 2's weak points). The two tribes would have allied and fought against him.

#animaniacs #animanics 2020 #animaniacs 1993 #httyd animaniacs au #httyd

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yakkolicious-writing · 5 months ago

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Brotherly Love

"Oldest child bedroom 001" by Tim Evanson, Modifications: Resized to 3000x1055 pixels is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Family Fandom: Animaniacs Central Relationship: Wakko Warner & Yakko Warner Wordcount: 1,473 words Summary: When Wakko tries to get a glass of milk in the middle of the night, he hears crying coming from Yakko's bedroom. What's going on? Warnings: None Rating: G. Suitable for all audiences.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56653579

I'm back with a new one-shot! This is an alternate universe one-shot that isn't canon-compliant at all. The Warners are children in 1930s America in this story. Yakko is five, Wakko is two, and Dot is a newborn. The Warners also have parents (loosely based on Sir William the Good and Princess Angelina Contessa II) in this story! I hope you enjoy it!

It was a quiet, peaceful night at the Warner Bros. water tower. Everyone was asleep except for Wakko Warner. It was midnight, and he had been put to bed at eight, but he couldn’t sleep; he was thirsty. He needed a glass of milk, but he didn’t know how to get it. Normally, he would call for his mother, and she would bring him a glass, but ever since his little sister Dot was born, she became preoccupied with her. She didn’t leave Dot much either, as Dot would cry every time she was separated from her. Mom was out of the question, but what about Dad? He might’ve been asleep at the moment, but maybe Wakko could ask him for help. All he had to do was get out of bed to make sure.

Wakko rolled off the side of his bed, landing on his belly with a thud. He was silent for a moment, but he giggled afterwards and crawled to his bedroom door. He looked up at the doorknob. He couldn’t reach it like this. He reached his hand up, but he still couldn’t reach it. Wakko stuck his tongue out slightly as he realized what he would need to do: he had to stand up. He wasn’t particularly good at standing or walking yet, but if he was going to ask Dad for milk, he had to try. Wakko stood up with a grunt and reached his hand up. He opened and closed his hand rapidly as he tried to grab onto the doorknob. Wakko jumped, and once he did so, he managed to grab the doorknob. He gasped and grinned, and his tail began to wag like that of a dog who had just been handed a bone. Wakko turned the knob, and the door cracked open just enough that Wakko could walk out. Wakko giggled and hobbled out the door.

It was strange to be in the tower hallway all alone. Neither Dad nor Mom was there to guide him. It was just Wakko and his little feet against the world. His first instinct was to check his parents’ and Dot’s bedroom, since his parents slept in the same bed. He never understood why anyone would want to sleep in the same bed as someone else, even if they loved each other. Wakko loved Dot and his older brother Yakko, but he wouldn’t want to sleep in the same bed as them. He liked having his own bed, where he could stretch out as much as he wanted to. Regardless, apparently Mom and Dad liked to do that, so their bedroom would be the first place he’d check. Wakko walked as quickly as his little legs would let him. He stumbled every once in a while, but he walked very well for a thirsty two-year-old.

Before Wakko could make it to his parents’ bedroom, he heard muffled crying. His ears perked up, and he turned his head to the nearest door: the door to Yakko’s bedroom. He hobbled closer to it, and the crying continued. He also heard a sweet voice trying to comfort the crier.

“Hey, hey,” the voice said, “it’ll be alright, Yak. Monsters aren’t real. They won’t getcha.”

Wakko’s heart sunk as he realized it was his father trying to comfort Yakko. Yakko! For as long as Wakko could remember, Yakko was never upset. He always had a smile on his face and something to say, whether it was something sweet or something funny. Nightmares were for little kids, like Wakko and Dot, not big kids like Yakko. Why was he of all people having a nightmare? This wasn’t right. Yakko wasn’t supposed to have nightmares.

As much as he wanted milk, Wakko wanted to see if Yakko was doing alright first. Wakko did as he did before and jumped, grabbing onto the doorknob, turning, and opening the door just enough so he could walk inside. The door creaked as he opened it, and Yakko and his father’s eyes focused on Wakko. Both of them went silent, Yakko only sniffling once. They sat on Yakko’s bed, side by side, the brothers’ father’s hand on Yakko’s shoulder. Wakko waddled into the room, his tongue hanging from his mouth, and he looked up at his dad and older brother.

“Wakko, honey,” Dad began, “Daddy needs to talk to Yakko right now. Could you go someplace else and wait? Wait, how did you even get out of your room?”

Wakko giggled.

“He’s smart, Dad,” Yakko said with a sniffle.

“Smart!” Wakko repeated.

“That you are,” Dad replied, “anyways, go someplace else, Wakko.”

“No!” Wakko shook his head.

Dad sighed and looked at Wakko curiously, putting his free hand on his hip.

“Why don’t you wanna leave?” Dad asked, “ya thirsty?”

Wakko gave his father the stink eye. He was right about him being thirsty, but that didn’t matter right now. Right now, Yakko was crying, and he wasn’t supposed to do that. Yakko was more important than anything else.

“No,” Wakko answered, “sad.”

“You’re sad?” Dad asked, “how come?”

“Yakko’s sad,” Wakko said.

Yakko sniffled and started to cry again. Dad patted his shoulder gently, when Wakko got an idea. He hobbled towards Yakko’s bed and grabbed onto it, wagging his tail. He grunted and jumped up and down, but he couldn’t seem to get up. As Yakko sobbed and sobbed, Dad noticed Wakko trying to get on the bed. He took his hand off Yakko’s shoulder and held his arms out for Wakko. When Wakko saw his dad’s arms, he walked over to him. Once he was in-between his dad’s hands, Dad picked Wakko up and set him on the bed. Wakko quickly looked at Yakko as he cried. So many tears were streaming down his cheeks that his entire face looked drenched, and his blue striped pajamas were a bit wet as well. His normally white face had turned red in the middle. Whenever Yakko would take a small break from crying, he would shake and shiver. Wakko hated seeing Yakko like this. He was so… scared. Yakko wasn’t the type to get scared too often. He had to make him feel better, but how? Whenever Wakko had a nightmare and Yakko saw, Yakko would try to make him smile, usually by telling him a joke or singing him a song, sometimes by picking him up, giving him a hug, and telling him that everything was going to be alright in the end. Wakko didn’t know how to tell a joke or sing a song, and he wasn’t strong enough to pick Yakko up, but he could try to hug Yakko and share some comforting words, even if he didn’t know too many.

Wakko wrapped his arms around Yakko’s arm and closed his eyes. Yakko looked down at him, teardrops shimmering in his eyes.

“Huh?” Yakko asked.

Wakko did not reply. He squeezed Yakko’s arm as tightly as he could. It didn’t hurt Yakko. It felt like a nice hug, just around his arm instead of around his entire body like a conventional hug.

“It’s OK, Yakko,” Wakko said, “it’s OK.”

Yakko sniffled and shook. He wanted to tell Wakko a lot of the stuff he told Dad before he came in, but he didn’t want to scare Wakko either. All he did was watch Wakko in silence.

“I love you,” Wakko whispered.

The boys’ father’s eyes glistened with joy, and a massive smile appeared on his face.

“That’s the first time Wakko’s ever said ‘I love ya,’” he whispered.

Yakko’s frown grew softer and softer before eventually it turned into a smile. Tears were still in his eyes, but instead of tears of fear, they became tears of love. Yakko wrapped his arms around Wakko with a grin, and Wakko smiled back at his older brother.

“Look at my boys, they’re so sweet,” Dad softly said, “I’m so glad they love each other.”

Wakko and Yakko’s dad stood up, put his hands on his hips, and looked at his sons, still hugging each other, Yakko looking much happier than he did before.

“Hey, since the two of you are here,” he began, “would you like me to get you boys anything?”

“I’m fine, Dad,” Yakko said, “Wakko’s making me feel better.”

“That’s good,” Dad replied, “how about you, Wakko?”

“Milk!” Wakko exclaimed.

The boys giggled, and Wakko’s tail wagged rapidly.

“Alright,” Dad said, “if milk is what you want, then milk you shall get. I’ll be right back!”

The Warners’ father waved to Wakko and Yakko before slipping out of the bedroom. Once he left, Yakko and Wakko focused their eyes on each other. Nightmares weren’t fun, but Wakko knew he could count on Yakko whenever he had one. Now, Yakko knew that he could count on Wakko when he had a nightmare too.

#animaniacs #wakko warner #wakko #yakko warner #yakko #fanfiction #fanfic #my fic #writing #writers on tumblr #fluff #hurt/comfort #family

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ask-aces-future-warners · 11 months ago

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OKI Admin here for a quick LOOOORE* dump :P *best read in a matpat voice

thing one, their Parents

OK so in this AU Angelina II and William aren't the Warner's Parents, their parents are named Annabelle and Winston, and are the OPPOSITE of William and Angelina. (because I love Will and Angie sm I don't wanna make them bad guys)

Annabelle and Winston are basically just those kinds of parents that think they basically just own their children, they are Narcissistic, and act like their just the greatest people in the world. they forced their kids into a spotlight they didn't want, forced their kids to look a certain age for the entire run of the show (Dot had it the worst)

and they also think Wakko is confused because they're non-binary and refuse to gender them correctly

(designs for them still pending and in progress)

thing two, Abby's mother

OK so, if you saw the info sheet you'dve seen that Yakko is a single Dad, and in this AU reproduction is alike to us humans. so Abby DOES have a mother,

her name is Sasha, she was a model for Wakko and Dot's company, and had a brief fling with Yakko, which resulted in Abby.

now, Ashleigh is not a nice person, she was fired from her modeling job after complaints of her being toxic and rude to her peers,

she also left Yakko with a child he never knew existed until she was just dropped off at his door without a word.

(Ashleigh design also in progress)

thing three, the placement

now, location wise, this takes place in New York, (no more context there, as I am very fuzzy on the US, as I am Canadian)

and time wise, it's 2009. I've done the math and that is the best fitting option. I was very young then so I will have to do some research on what has happened at that time. so please don't come at me for any inaccuracies on that front

thing four, how the characters are portrayed here. (so headcanons)

Yakko is Pan, and uses he/they pronouns

Wakko is Transfemme, nonbinary and Aroace (Asexual/Aromantic) and uses they/them pronouns

Dot is Asexual and Biromantic, and uses she/her pronouns

Abby, Undetermined sexuality atp, and uses she/her pronouns

that's all :) have an Abby doodle for getting through the whole thing

#animaniacs ask blog #animaniacs au ask blog #animaniacs #ask blog #older warners au #abby warner #animaniacs 2020 #animaniacs headcanon #yakko warner #animaniacs oc #animaniacs fanart #animaniacs 1993 #animaniacs reboot #dot warner #wakko warner #lore post #admin #admin speaks

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crownshattered · 3 months ago

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|| *sets down my old suitcase of Grelle headcanons*

we have a lot to unpack. (btw i am currently working on iconing all of grelle's appearances in the manga, so if any of you write her and would like some unedited icons, let me know and I'll give you the link when I'm done~)

First of all, Grelle is one of my four first characters to ever write on Tumblr (and the first canon character at that). I have SO many headcanons for her, but since most of them were made while I was a freshman in high school, there's gonna be a lot of revision XDD So some of these might not make the cut!

Grelle is a transfem!! I'm going to always use she/her to describe her. However, she's a transwoman...in Victorian-era England... So she can't actually transition. And she is WAYYYYY before her time. So while I'll obviously accept she/her pronoun usage for her (and they/them as well, I don't care) I WILL accept he/him as well for ic writing. OOC, I'd prefer it if you guys called her by she/her, but it's different ic. Your character most likely doesn't see Grelle as trans because they can't even fathom what it means to be trans. So if they refer to her as he/him, that's fine, that doesn't make you transphobic or anything XDD In fact, I kind of expect most characters to call her he/him due to the era this series takes place in. All this is to say... We flexible with pronoun usage~

Grelle, Grell, whatever you want to call her. The first translation I ever read (and the one I'm reading now) calls her "Grelle", so that's what I keep. Technically, my headcanon is that her birth name is Grell Sutcliff, but she added the "e" at the end to make it look more feminine~

I used to have her be from France initially!! I think I'll keep that. However, she ran away from home fairly early in her years and went to London, where she eventually died. And...she was a serial killer before she died. No surprises there. I actually have tons of headcanons about that era of her life, but I don't want to unpack all of that right now~

Grelle was definitely in a romantic relationship with Madam Red. Grelle is bi, probably male-leaning, and I think Angelina was the first person Grelle ever loved romantically. I obviously won't force this on any Madam Red roleplayers if I come across any, but yeah. Red ladies murder power couple~

At one point I had a headcanon that reapers secretly (even secretly to them) have an additional power that connects to their "reason" for dying, which is why Grelle could change her hair color when she first revealed herself. However...there is SO much to unpack with that and I think I might just throw that headcanon away and try to think of a different explanation for how that happened 🤷‍♀️

I'M A MANGA-ONLY GIRLIE. Sorry, I don't know shit about the anime-exclusive arcs. I could never quite get behind those. They always seemed half-baked to me, and maybe my opinion would change now that I'm older, but I don't have easy access to the anime so I'm not bothering XDD I have seen the OVA of Grelle and William, but that was 7 years ago?? I think??? So I barely remember anything except the fact that they knew each other since training~

Also, adding onto that, I don't love how the anime arcs portrayed Grelle... I mean yeah, she's a comedic (and fucked up) character, but from what little I remembered, she seemed like more of a joke than an actual character. It feels like the manga takes her more seriously, if that makes any sense..?? Again, maybe my thoughts would be different if I watched the anime again but I don't plan to any time soon so oh well~

ummmmm that's it for now??

#⪡||⋇ [grelle hc] ⋇||⪢#◹||⋇ |black butler| ⋇||◸#(jeez i missed my silly murder lady...)

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hardeynyhun · 2 years ago

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His Curvy Obsession.

Prologue

'No sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy; and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage.’ —

William Shakespeare.

"Do you take Angelina Adenike Walters as your lawful wife?" the minister asked.

"I do," he replied curtly, looking at nothing in particular as his eyes void any emotions he was feeling.

The minister turned to the bride and asked, "do you take Nathaniel Xander Hugh as your lawful husband?" her heart skipped a little, staring at her unresponsive husband-to-be face before responding in a crooked voice, "I do."

"With the power of God, I declare both of you as husband and wife. You may kiss your bride," the minister pronounced.

Her stranger husband moved to her slowly, opened her white veil a little as he tilted his head to the right side, and she closed her eyes expectantly, waiting for his cold lips to hers, but a gush of air passed through her face.

She fluttered, and her eyes opened to know what was delaying him, but she was left alone at the altar, humiliated.

He left her.

She was just a replacement.

*****

Chapter 1

People always say first love is a lesson, but last love is true love, and Nathaniel did not believe it because his first and last love was Clara Adrian.

His only woman.

Clara was the granddaughter of his nanny —Mrs. Adrian. He and Clara practically grew up together from diapers, and they went to the same schools. And they'd promised to get married when they grow up till old together with their child(ren).

She was mine, and I was hers only. He thought, smiling cheekily while twirling the diamond ring.

All his reasons and actions revolved around her. Anything she wanted or said, he agreed to it without batting an eyelash because she was the only one who understood him better, and he loved her so much with every fibre of his being. She was like the oxygen he breathed in.

His twenty-six birthday was a fortnight ago, and she told him she was ready to become his lawful wife, and he proposed to her, feeling over the moon. She was a strong believer in sex before marriage, and he vowed to keep himself a v**** for her, but that didn't stop him from masturbating when the s***** urge was too much to bear.

Who doesn't have dirty secrets? He grinned.

She was a beautiful innocent soul whose smiles radiated through his whole body, giving him purpose, yet he knew the love of his life was dr**-addicted, and he loved her with her flaws.

What's the essence of loving someone if you can't stand the person's flaws? He always replied to anyone asking why he was with a dr** addict. Maybe his love for her was blind and clouded his rational thought.

He talked to his parents about his marriage to her, and his parents opposed it because she was not who he thought she was, but when he threatened to leave the household and everything, he made his parents support him. He was the only child, the coolest of their eyes. And he used that line a lot to let his parents agree to his will. The perk of being the only child, he smirked inwardly.

He didn't understand why his parents did not like Clara, maybe because she was from the lower class or she loved to spend all his money on shopping and to buy the latest dress, but he didn't care because he would have spent the whole world on her.

They'd been preparing for their wedding, and she wanted theirs to be the number one wedding that no other could meet in the nearest century.

He let Clara do everything she thought was right, and she picked his suit, venue, and everything. He wanted everything to be to her taste and likes. She invited almost all the celebrities and paparazzi. She wanted to be the talk of the town. Who was he to say no to her?

Sweat was dripping from his body because of the nervousness and giddiness that he was feeling. He couldn't believe it when she agreed to marry him after so much wait and persuasion.

The maids were running to and fro to carry orders given to them as he dressed in his Armani suit. He couldn't wait for tonight, and he would split her cunt. He was going to rampage her and feed her with his seed, he thought, feeling himself getting hard while he tried to adjust his shaft between his tight pants as he awkwardly touched his tie, checking whether his shaft was not visible.

He scolded himself to stop those naughty thoughts, be patient and wait for the real thing tonight.

As he was going out, a little boy bumped into him and handed him a brown envelope before he smiled cheekily at him and ran out hurriedly.

He smiled and looked at the envelope warily, feeling a sense of foreboding before opening it.

Dear natty boy,

No time for greetings, boy.

Don't wait for me at the altar today because I'm already on my way to meet the love of my life. It was fun fooling you around with Ken because he's not my distant cousin but the father of the child I'm carrying. You are too innocent for me, and I need a wild and rough guy to handle me well, especially his huge ****, but—

I just wanted to inform you that I've transferred $10 million from your account. I know you won't feel it is missing. I hope you don't search for me because I'm already long gone. I don't love you.

Don't cry too much natty boy. She was crying, baby mama boy.

I don't love you.

I can't marry you because you are not the man for me, and I don't think you can handle me very well in bed. And I don't do *******, also.

And thanks for being my money machine. I and my love enjoyed lavishing it.

Xxx

Yours Clarabear.

"No," he mumbled in denial, feeling his chest constricted as he crumpled the paper on his fist in anger. His phone vibrated in a notification. He took it out and saw the debit alert from the bank. He smashed his phone on the ground, and he tugged his tie away.

"No," he shook his head, scattering all the flower vases on the floor to which the sound resonated; angry curses left his lips as he hit his fist on the wall. He crumbled on the ground, reminiscing what he ever did wrong to justify this rejection, lies and betrayal. His eyes clouded with unfathomable rage; what did she want that he'd never given her? She left him for a skinny guy. His heart shattered in pieces with betrayals as his eyes were filled red-blooded with fury for retaliation, feeling the immense throbbing from his head around his body.

She left him.

She lied.

His mom ran in and took in his dishevelled form, kneeling beside him disheartened, "mom," he called out in a shaky voice, his body trembling in anger, "she left me," he mumbled, gritting his teeth. He wanted to strangle someone, and he wanted to unleash the fury of the betrayal running in his bloodstream. "Mom, it hurts," he said, blood trickling down his fist.

"Baby, it's okay," His mother whispered, taking his bloodied hand as she continued to humming her soothing melody to calm him while she removed the white ribbon she used to bound her hair. She wrapped it on it to stop the blood.

"People are waiting in the..." his father trailed off as he looked at him with a void expression. He knew what his father was thinking.

"Call off the wedding," his mother said softly, wiping the tears from her eyes and sniffing.

"No, mom," he stopped her, holding her as he picked up the ring with determination. "We are doing the wedding," he enunciated, standing up on his legs. She wanted him to be embarrassed on a joyous day, but he would show her her feeble attempts were useless to him.

"We need a replacement," he said while everyone stared at him worriedly.

Chapter 2

She was running, and she had been running, l her life; everything was falling apart. Her apartment fee had been due for the last six months, and the landlord wasn't heeding her pleas. She could not live on the street, and this State wasn't like her father's country, where she could get accessible apartments anytime or anywhere.

She was given a scholarship at the State University for the last four years, and she was very excited, but if she'd known this was what she would be facing, she would have stayed with her father in her father's country. Well, this State was her mother's, which made her biracial.

Her life had been jumbled-mess since she arrived in this country; she was easily judged by her brown skin colour.

She didn't have a real job apart from freelancing for lazy youths. And that wasn't paying her much. They judged her skin colour and her father's nationality, not her brain then, they were men who always had their lustful gaze on her curve, which she hated, but she couldn't do anything.

She was tired, and she was running out of money. She could not call her father because her father was the same as her. A working-class being striving to feed. And her mother was a no-go-area because she did not know who her mother was or where she lived. Whenever she asked her father, he always ended up in tears, which always broke her heart.

She hated her mother because she wasn't been part of her life since she was young.

She wasn't there when she needed her the most.

She wasn't there to talk to her about her periods.

She wasn't there to talk to her about boys.

It was only her father she knew, her father covered both roles, but there was still a part of her that yearned for motherly love.

She hummed a tune her father used to sing to her whenever she was depressed or down as she walked around with a towel wrapped tightly around her body. She walked towards her Ghana must go* - (a woven luggage bag) to pick an old faded jean skirt and blue polo as her only friend - Belle, barged in, searching for Angelina until her brown eyes met Angelina's grey ones before she squealed happily at her and crushed her in a bear hug.

Isabella or Belle was a half-Japanese friend with short blond hair, and they met at the school functions on the first day of resumption in university. She was trying to find the hall when she collided with her friend's petite body, which made them fall to the ground. They both groaned before staring at one another and laughing out loud. They both exchanged numbers, and since then, they have become tight buddies.

"Babe, I've got you a job," Belle chirped, stealing one of her fries that she left on the nightstand beside her messy bed before slumping on the floor. She swatted Belle's hand away when she stretched her hand to steal another fries.

When Angelina's brain comprehended what her friend had said before stealing her fries, she screeched, "you got me a job?" she asked.

"Yeah, babe," Belle winked at her, "I told you," she smirked with a sly grin.

"What does the work pertain to?" she asked enthusiastically before feeling down and sighing.

"What happened, sugar? Aren't you happy? But—" Belle frantically asked, and she interrupted her.

"Nothing," she replied dismissively, "The uniform code?"

"Just put on pants and a shirt," Belle answered, crawling towards Angelina's bag, unzipping it as she started to rampage through it. She was taking out a dress, looking at it before throwing it away to take another one.

"I'm not putting on pants!" Angelina tutted, "my curves are going to be visible, and I don't want unwanted attention to myself," she added downcasted.

Belle pinched the bridge of her nose, she didn't know how many times she would lecture her friend to love herself with her curvy body, but no, her insecurities were too high.

"Babe—"She dragged slowly, "if I was the one who has this shape of you," Belle's eyes roamed on Angelina's hourglass body, shaking her head, "I swear I'll be f***ing walking in lingerie," she said sultrily. "Or if I was a guy," she stared at her sed*ctively as she wetted her lips sensually while her brown eyes twinkled with mischief, "Imma f*** you to oblivion state," she added impishly.

"Now, let's change, babe," she squealed, picking the outfit Angelina wore on last year's Thanksgiving, checking it only to dump it down.

Most of Angelina's dresses were second-hand graded, and she didn't have the money to buy new dresses. Every last Monday of the month, she went to the mall to purchase a dress. Well, Belle always made her shop with her and bought her some lasting dresses which she rarely wore except for important occasions.

"I hope it's not a stripping job you got me because I'm not interested," Angelina voiced her opinion. After all, she knew her best friend. It could be a strip club that got her a job, and she had been bugging her to apply for one, but Angelina being Angelina, was not comfortable and confident about showing her body.

"Oh," Bell's mouth was agape, pouting her lips, "you are supposed to trust me on this," she scrunched her nose, "if it were a club I'm talking about, I would have just kidnap you to Victoria secret palace for that d" "ty, naughty and s**tty lingerie," she wiggled her brows bashfully before facing what she was doing

"I think you should wear this," she heard Bella's voice, holding a cocktail gown before she threw it away.

"No," Belle murmured to herself before picking another dress, "I think this will do," she scrutinised her eyes on the A-shape skirt only to throw it away again. She stuck her tongue between her lips in a concentration way as she brought out all her dresses in the bag, scattering them on the floor before taking them back, turning them upside down, and then throwing them away.

"I can't seem to find it—" She trailed off before screaming excitedly, "I see it!" bouncing up and down.

She handed Angelina the black fitted knee-length gown, ushering her to change because they were getting late.

Angelina entered the kitchen and changed into the gown her friend selected, brewing a coffee to calm her nervousness. She applied oil to her wavy brown thick hair brushed it together, and put it in a ponytail. She used her lips gloss and called Uber to take her to where the wedding was located.

A day waitress.

Just to serve food for the guests. And a serving costs $5.

If I am to serve a hundred guests, that means I'm taking $500 home. She thought happily. She was already analysing how she was going to spend the money.

The Uber arrived at the destination, killing off the engine. As she got down from the car, a woman in her early forties who looked distressed came to her and dragged her to another direction where there were fewer people.

The woman stopped when they entered a room and locked the door at the back while she took a moment to catch her breath.

"Ma'am, I'm Angelina. I'm here—" The petite woman waved her hand, interrupting her as the woman scrutinised her gaze on her before her lips stretched widely.

"You are someone I need—No—We need," the woman smiled uneasily.

"Oh?"

The woman's hands trembled while looking disheartening. Angelina took her time to recheck the woman, and she noticed that the woman's brows wrinkled as if she was in deep thought and distress.

"Ma'am—" She tried to call the woman, but the woman grabbed both her hands urgently.

"I want your help, and I shall pay you handsomely," the distress could be heard in her soft voice.

"Ma?"

"The bride left my son today, and we need a replacement. So name your price?"

"What?" Angelina asked, feeling annoyed. What did the woman take her for? She thought.

"$5 million?" she asked while Angelina's jaw nearly dropped on the floor. Her body was immobilised because her brain couldn't comprehend what was happening.

"$10 million?"

"....."

"$20 million?"

"Ma'am!" Angelina practically screamed at her, "I don't know what you want me to do, but I don't want your money," she stated firmly while the woman sighed in relief.

The woman touched her chubby cheeks lovingly, "like I've known you aren't like her," the woman mumbled.

"Just marry my son for a year, and after that, you could divorce," the woman explained.

"Okay," Angelina responded.

Chapter 3

"Okay," she responded in a weak voice, thinking of the pros and cons of the situation. It was a win-win situation. I get a house to stay in, and he gets a wife to marry. And it's only for a year. Free food and shelter, She thought.

"Good," the woman clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh my," the woman's eyes widened dramatically, using her hand to cover her mouth while Angelina stared at her, "sorry for my lack of manners," the woman smiled shyly.

"Uhn?"

"I'm Jasmine Hugh," she introduced herself, holding her hand out for Angelina to shake.

Angelina rubbed her hands together nervously before accepting the woman's open hand, "I'm Angelina Walters," she responded. Jasmine smiled to the fullest and dragged her again to another room, pushed her in, and then locked the door at the back.

"This is the bride," she announced enthusiastically while Angelina looked at her. Did she mean it?

"Oh," three guys came out behind the curtains, twirling her around, staring at her in fascination.

"How I wish I had these assets," a ginger-headed guy said in a high-pitched voice while she mentally cringed. He wore a black baggy knicker, a white polo that hugged his fitted abs, and black sneakers.

"Oh! Nicky, look at those boobs,'' she felt self-conscious, kicked in and brought her hands to cover her already-covered chest only to be swatted by a blond-haired guy. He wore a blue short sleeves shirt with a neck collar flared up. He wore yellow baggy shorts, which Versace had printed on them while putting on Oscars.

"Ricky, the third guy with black hair, whined, "you are embarrassing the lady," he said, smiling charmingly, showing his prominent dimples while Nicky cooed, and Ricky couldn't help himself not to pinch her cheek.

"Sorry, M'lady," the blond-headed guy — Ricky, said without meaning it with the mischievous twinkling in his eyes. "I'm Dicky,'' the black-haired guy said, holding his hand out gentlemanly. Angelina put her hand on his as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her on it, "while the other fools are my brothers," He wore Harry Potter's glass which made him stand out from his brothers.

"Well, we are the little triple-triple triplet," the ginger-haired guy — Nicky grinned.

"It's okay with the introduction," Jasmine clapped her hands dismissively.

"Aye, mistress," they said in unison dramatically, offering their invisible hats.

"Now, let's take you over and make him head over hills," Ricky screeched and dragged her to the chair.

Dicky went behind the curtains to retrieve the wedding dress, "I think this white colour would be the best. It's as innocent as she's," he chirped, dancing around with the long dress.

"I can't believe it, and we are the ones who will dress the future Lady of the Hugh family."

"Now," Ricky paused a little, staring at the flustered lady before grinning slyly, "Undr***," his eyes shone naughtiness.

"What?" Angelina stuttered, using her hands to cover her body.

"How are we going to dress you if you don't strip out from this dress," he narrowed his eyes at her while she shook her head adamantly.

Dicky sighed, "Ricky, can you please leave the poor girl alone?"

"I can't," Ricky pouted, "I just love her; she's now my favourite girl."

Nicky opened the box full of lingeries, took out one, and gave it to her to change into, pushing her into the changing room.

She entered the room, locking the door firmly, looking everywhere for holes where others could peep to watch her. When she found none, she sighed and slumped her stiff shoulders.

She stared at the white lingerie with her and blushed furiously, her cheeks and ears coated red.

The ling*rie was made of rich, lightweight silk, stretching with decorative fabric flowers at the bosom. The chemise fit snugly and skimmed around her body, hitting the mid-thigh. And cupped her breasts firmly, giving them extra chest support. The lingerie was different from the one she had seen because it drew more attention to her waist and hips. She looked at the mirror in the room and lowered her gaze immediately because it made her feel like a seductress.

She took her dress and used it to cover herself before gracing the awaiting triplet's presence.

"Why are you covering those assets?" Ricky exclaimed, pouting his lips. He could not understand why she wasn't proud of her body. Millions of models and wealthy ladies visited their shop for the body she had. Well, the person who has a head doesn't have a cap, and the person who has a cap doesn't have a head, he thought. Even that bitch- was one per cent of her beauty. Natural beauty with no artificial touch. Rare gem.

When Angelina was inside the room putting in the lingerie, Jasmine had told the triplet to change the wedding dress, not wanting her to wear what the ex-fiance had tried on, though it wasn't her size. So she brought their family dress for her. When she showed the triplets, they nodded in agreement, taking the gown from her as they waited for the lady in the changing room.

Ricky yanked her dress that she used as a shield from her before dragging her to where his brothers were waiting for them. Nicky helped her wear the gown as she felt the length gown kissing the floor. The dress was beautiful, which would be an understatement. It was like a fairy tale as she lowered her head meekly.

"If not, you are getting married today; I would have stolen you away," Nicky got a dreamy look before he was smacked by one of his brothers.

Angelina felt overwhelmed; if someone told her that she would get married in her early twenties, she would have argued or married a stranger without knowing his name. It would be a blatant lie, yet she felt like a princess.

They made her sit on the chair and ordered her softly to close her eyes as they worked on retouching her naturally wavy hair. When they were through, they told her to open her eyes, and she was dumbstruck by the lady she was in the mirror. Her grey eyes were glued with well-curved brows, and her parted lips complimented her small pointed nose, beautified with a designer nose ring.

"Enough of the look," Dicky scolded lightly, "When the lover boy sees you, he won't know what hit him tonight," he smiled while she involuntarily shivered.

"Now remains the glimmer," Nicky said.

The door opened and the groom's mother entered hurriedly, looking at her in shock, "Woah," Jasmine exclaimed, "I know when I see a diamond. Just some little retouch, you become a real aphrodite," she complimented, covering her face with a veil.

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Long Live the Queen: The Beginning

I rewrote the Angelina 1 Lives Au-- which if you don't know, is an au of Wakko's Wish based upon my headcanon of the warner's grandmother, Angelina the First.

Basically a lot a lot a lot of angst and shit and this chapter is how it all got started <;33

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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Princess Angelina II was engaged to Sir William the Good, though it was in secret. After all, he was just a knight and she was the princess with a mother who, without any hesitation, would tear the two apart if she knew.

There was a brief moment where Lena perhaps thought luck might be on their side when her mother fell deathly ill, but by truly miraculous means, the queen survived, which meant they had to continue their little secret.

The trouble with secrets though was that people assumed they weren’t around and so proceeded as though she was still single and therefore her mother still attempted to introduce her to countless suitors which Lena obviously wasn’t too keen on. It was just one idiotic and snooty man after the other. Lena wished at the very least her mother would throw in a princess or something to keep it interesting, but of course her mother wasn’t about that and also didn’t know about that secret, and so it remained boring.

Needless to say, time was wearing on William and Lena as they waited and waited for the right time to come.

Little did they know, the Queen was also tired of waiting.

“Angelina, you have to at least accept one of the suitors. If you don’t they may start fighting in the streets for you,” Queen Angelina the First gave her daughter a quick glare as she looked over papers.

“I don’t know what to tell you, mother. Maybe if any of them had a brain cell or two in their heads then I could think about it,” Lena lied, looking out the window to the gardens where she saw William with his fellow knights marching onward to the stables.

“You know, I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this,” Angelina sighed, setting her quill down.

“Something I highly doubt,” Lena muttered to herself.

“Watch your tone,” Angelina warned, and Lena stepped down.

“As I was saying... I hoped it wouldn't come to this, but since your impertinence has given me no other option, I will be selecting the suitor for you,” She said with a glare that made Lena’s blood run cold.

“I-I’m sorry, what?” She asked, pulling at her gloves anxiously.

“You’ve only done this to yourself, Angelina, I’ve no other choice. You aren’t getting any younger here,” She eyed her daughter up and down.

“I- um- will you excuse me, mother? I need to go,” Lena asked. Her mother looked at her suspiciously before nodding. Not wanting to be in there for a moment longer, Lena bolted out of the room and ran across the palace, all the way down to the royal stables, where William was just arriving.

“Lena? What’s the matter?” He asked as he dismounted from his horse.

“My mother... she said...” Lena panted. “She said... she’s gonna... arrange...”

“Have you been running?” William raised an eyebrow. Lena rolled her eyes and paused to catch her breath.

“My mother said that because I didn’t pick a suitor, she’s choosing for me,” Lena explained.

“Oh– that’s… not gonna work out– What do you want to do?” He asked her. Lena thought a moment before snapping.

“We need to get married. Now,” She said, grabbing his hand and began leading him away.

“What- now now?” William was startled, but allowed himself to be moved.

“Well– yes-! I don’t know how long I’ll have. We need to do this, and we need to do this now,” Lena said, looking out and heading towards a servant building.

“So, um, where exactly are we going, Lena?” William asked.

“The underground mail tunnels. They go all over the kingdom to make sure any letters or important documents can go straight to the queen. If we go far enough we can find a town with a priest and be married there. Hopefully, they won’t mind the short notice,” She explained.

“Or the fact you’re the princess,” William pointed out.

“...Yeah, that too,” Lena realized. Would that count as treason? She really hoped it didn’t count as treason.

“So... um… I’ve never really left the castle grounds before so if you got any suggestions on where to go, now would be the best time,” She said, looking at the sign outside the building. William scanned over the list of towns and cities with deep thought, before snapping and grabbing his fiancee’s hand excitedly.

“I know a place where I know they can’t refuse us,” He winked, taking his fiancées hand.

“Oh? And where is such a place?” She laughed as he excitedly scanned the map and they headed down into the tunnels.

“Acme Falls, my home town. They love me there, I’m sure they’d love you too,” He gave her hand a squeeze and they excitedly began to run down the torch-lit and winding tunnels until they eventually opened the door that led to an empty mail room in Acme Falls.

They stepped out, surprised to find it empty but glad they could go unnoticed for at least five seconds, and walked out straight into the town center, which was bustling with business.

“So… what do we do now?” Lena asked, squeezing his hand, nervous about the unfamiliar surroundings.

William laughed soothingly, “I thought this was your plan.”

“I came up with it two hours ago, cut me some slack,” She punched his arm lightly.

“William? Is... is that you?” A female voice cut through the crowd.

“Helloise? Is that you?” William’s face lit up as he looked through the crowd for his childhood friend, absolutely ecstatic when she was visible and ran to him.

“William! What on earth are you doing here?” She hugged him. “And– oh my wishing star– are you the– the princess?” She blushed and quickly did a curtsey.

“Oh there’s no need for that right now, really,” Lena blushed too. “Besides, any friend of William is a friend of mine.”

“Thank you, your highness,” Heloise chuckled, embarrassed. “If I may ask, what brings you two to town?”

“We’re here to be married,” William explained, taking Lena’s arm and patting it excitedly.

“You’re engaged to the princess???” Heloise gawked. “Aren’t you two supposed to have a giant wedding ceremony with the whole kingdom invited? Isn’t that how royal weddings are supposed to go? Holy shi- I didn’t even think a knight could marry a princess,” She laughed in almost disbelief.

“Actually, he can’t. Not with my mother knowing anyway,” Lena explained. “That’s why we came here- to be married in secret.”

“Oh that’s very romantic,” She nodded understandingly. “William knows where the church is. I can get the priest and a few townsfolk if you want,” she offered.

“That’d be great, thank you,” William smiled. Heloise nodded, and ran off.

“I guess you weren’t kidding about this place, huh?” Lena chuckled.

“Acme Falls is practically perfect, what can I say?” He snorted. “It also helps to be the town's darling who braved several dangers to become knight. Shall we?” he let go of Lena’s arm just to offer his again.

“We shall.”

And so Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Second and Sir William the Good were married in Acme Falls, with the whole town as their witnesses. Lena and William were the happiest they’d ever been their entire lives– which wasn’t saying much exactly, but still, they were euphoric.

They smiled and laughed and kissed a lot as they made their way back through the tunnels to the castle, but when they got to the final door, Lena froze.

“Are you ready?” William asked softly.

“I-i don’t know. I just– I’m already so happy, I know she’ll just–”

“Ruin it?” He caressed her cheek.

“...Yeah,” The princess sighed, staring at the door a long moment before whispering,

“I’m frightened, William.”

“It’ll be okay, Lena. I’m right here, and always will be– til death to we part, after all,” he kissed her forehead

“Right,” Lena smiled, kissing him back. She put her hand on the door before pausing again.

“Stay with me tonight?” She asked nervously.

“Of course, my love,” He said, and they shared another kiss.

“Good. Let’s go then,” She said, now ready as she turned the handle and entered the castle grounds once more.

And so Lena walked casually and calmly to her room all by herself, unlocking her bedside window and giving William the signal to climb in, which he did. The two embraced and kissed and hugged and did the sort of thing they had done many a time before, but now with the added joy of being husband and wife.

When the sun rose, William had to part for his training, and so kissed his fair princess adieu and climbed his way back down, leaving Lena to wave goodbye from the window and go back to acting like nothing had happened at all.

And thus is how their secret engagement turned into a secret marriage; a marriage that Lena realized she was going to have to tell her mother about sooner or later before it was too late and she was already in the middle of another wedding ceremony. However-However, out of a desire to preserve her nights of pure paradise with William, she kept her mouth shut and just hoped it could all last just a little bit longer. She didn’t want her mother to ruin this just as she ruined most everything else in her life.

She knew objectively her mother could never truly tear the two apart now, as divorce was strictly forbidden amongst royals, but if she knew her mother, she’d certainly find a way somehow, and thus she held onto her happiness as tight as possible.

The good/bad news was that William had been promoted to be a guard inside the castle, so Lena would see him much more often than she used to, but it was awkward because she couldn’t talk to him, much less flirt. It also didn’t help that her mother positioned him to often have shifts in the throne room which was “some of the most stressful situations I’ve ever been in” according to William.

But still, they were together in the night and that made all the difference.

If it could just last–

But of course, it couldn’t.

“Excuse me, Princess, the queen said she’d like a word with you,” A servant girl knocked on Lena’s door.

“What now?” Lena grumbled, setting down her book and opening the door. “Is she upset with me, or..?”

“No, your highness, in fact, she seems almost happy,” The girl said.

“My mother? Happy?” Lena blinked. “This can’t be good...” she said, dismissing the servant before quickly making her way down to the throne room.

“Lena, there you are,” Her mother smiled at her, “You’ve met King Salazar,” she gestured to the king standing by her throne.

Uh oh.

“Why, yes I have,” Lena nodded at him, sharing a quick glance with William in the corner.

“He’s the one you’ll be marrying,” She announced.

Shit.

“Mother, may I have a word with you- alone?” Lena asked with a nervous smile. Angelina frowned.

“This has already been decided, Angelina. You refused to pick and so I had to take matters into my own and teach you an important lesson and I-”

“I know. mother, but I really do need to talk with you,” Lena interrupted her mother before she could think to stop herself. The queen’s eye twitched.

“Fine.” She huffed. “King Salazar, you may wait in the grand hall,” she said. The king huffed and muttered something before taking his leave. Then, her mother’s focus went back to her.

“This better be good Angelina, or so help me,” The queen grit her teeth and pointed, making Lena a shiver crawl down her spine. She looked at William for support, and he gave her a weak smile. She took a deep breath.

“Mother, I can’t marry him,” She said.

Her mother starred dully. “...Is that all..?”

“I’m serious. I can’t,” Lena said again.

“Angelina, it has already been arranged for you,” Angelina rubbed her forehead.

“W-well I can’t because I’m already married,” Lena announced.

Her mother froze. “To whom?”

“Sir William the Good,” Lena admitted, pulling and twisting her gloves at a feverish pace. Angelina’s eyes went to William, and he remained still as a statue.

“Really now?” Angelina laughed darkly, standing up to examine him.

“It’s true. We eloped in Acme Falls three nights ago,” Lena explained.

“And you really expect me to believe that?” Angelina continued to laugh it off.

“Well- yes. We have certificates and everything- it was legally binding,” Lena didn’t know how else to explain such a simple fact to her mother.

The queen looked back at her daughter, then at William, then at Lena again, deep in thought, before shrugging to herself.

“Well, I suppose it’s a simple fix really, I could just have him executed–”

“A-and I’m pregnant!” Lena shouted over her mother, and the room fell utterly silent.

“Y-you are..?” William broke his composure.

“Haha– yep–!” She sweated at the lie.

Definitely no going back on that one…

The queen’s face was truly unreadable as she looked at her daughter. Silence filled the air, choking both William and Lena before Angelina raised her right hand and dismissed the guards with a single wave. William hesitated as she looked at Lena, but understood if he valued his life he needed to part, and so just smiled weakly before leaving with his fellow guard.

The silence didn’t dissipate for awhile until Angelina walked back to her throne and removed her gloves one by one, and slipped back on her wedding ring.

“You know, suitors are hard to come by. Many are wealthy, powerful men that inviting could risk wars and wrath unlike anything this kingdom has ever faced, but did I care? No. I prioritized the kingdom and your prosperity, and how do you repay me?” She turned and Lena could see the hatred in her eyes.

“My prosperity? When Salazar was here the first time he tried to kiss me five times without my consent and even hit me– you’ve never cared for my prosperity!” Lena argued.

Angelina growled. “You do not understand what it is to be lucky, child, nor do you understand the sacrifice it takes to run a kingdom as powerful as ours.”

“You call being married to that absolute dimwit luck?!” Lena laughed a little, before Angelina hit her backhanded, with her ring leaving a particularly strong bruise as it had many times in Lena’s life.

“You wretched child– you’ve no idea nor care for what you’ve done to me and to your kingdom. Years and years and years of sacrifice and you repay me by marrying a bastard from a no name town in the middle of nowhere,” Angelina growled.

“Don’t you dare talk about William like that,” Lena rubbed her cheek, but Angelina struck her again.

“You do not get to tell your queen what she can and cannot say,” She glared.

“I-if you hurt him, I’ll just hurt myself, and then you’ll be left with nothing– how’s that sound, hm?” Lena tried to hold onto her false courage, but tears were threatening to fall from the sting.

“Of all the impertinent, aggravating, abominable things you’ve done Angelina, I just cannot believe you’d marry absolute filth like this,” The queen was barely able to contain her anger anymore. “I just cannot believe my own flesh and blood would betray me like this.”

“Oh please, like you’ve ever treated me like ‘flesh and blood’,” Lena muttered, a tear escaping.

“I have done nothing but care for you. I’ve clothed you, given you a home and an education, and provided you with numerous options for your future and future suitors, and yet you discarded every single one without any care in the world,” She clenched her fist.

“But you’ve never loved me,” Lena said, tears now streaming hot and fast. “If you did, you’d be happy for me.”

Angelina scoffed. “Who could ever love a pebble in her shoe?”

“I hate you,” Lena glared, and Angelina hit her again, this time making her fall to the floor.

“You are going to pay for your actions, Angelina. The hard way,” She declared.

“W-wait, what are you–” but Lena wasn’t able to finish her question, as her mother grabbed her long black curls and immediately yanked on them, causing her to yelp in pain.

The queen then dragged her across the room and down the halls, where maids and servants gawked and stared as the queen dragged her kicking and screaming barely-not-teenaged daughter up to a secret room where she then dragged her up fifty feet of a spiraling staircase to single dusty cell where she tossed her in and locked the wooden door before Lena had the opportunity to stand and protest once more.

“You will not be leaving this room until you have understood a fraction of the pain and agony you have caused me and this kingdom,” Angelina spat and quickly stormed down the stairs before Lena could exclaim just how much she hated her goddamn mother.

So instead, she just whispered it over and over again, choking on sobs as she held her sides and rocked back and forth.

“I hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, i hate you,” She rocked back and forth, not noticing the broken glass surrounding her or the tears in her dress that was being caused because of that. Instead, she just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until she was sick in the stomach.

Things were supposed to get better. They couldn’t divorce– that was supposed to have made her untouchable. She and William were married now- it was supposed to be okay.

Instead, now she was locked away for who knows how long in a dark, cold room with a bare-bones bed, a broken mirror, a blanket as thin as paper, and a single window.

Lena cried a bit more before regarding the broken mirror shards by her and got a very impulsive thought she didn’t hesitate to see through, grabbing a large piece, then grabbing her hair and slowly but surely slicing it all off.

One less thing her mother could manipulate...

With that, her mind turned to her beloved William– what was going to happen to him?

Would she kill him? Could she? Could anyone? He’s a trained knight, one of the best across all the lands, surely she couldn’t kill him “the old fashioned way”. Surely that would mean he would be okay... right? He was strong, so much stronger than her, surely he would survive anything Angelina threw at him.

And… stars above, what if she was pregnant? Sure, she lied out there but it wasn’t like it was impossible with how many nights they laid together before– god, she really messed everything up, didn’t she? Her mother was right, not only did she ruin her own life, but William and maybe even a baby’s life too– lord, she really hoped that wasn’t true though…

She eventually moved from the floor to the rickety bed, holding herself and thinking about how much she ruined the lives of those who loved her and how she wished she had never been born, that way everyone could just be happy.

However, soon she heard grunts right outside the window and before she knew it, a familiar presence wrapped himself around her.

“William- w-what-? H-how-?”

“Shh, it’s okay Lena, I’m here, it’s okay,” he hushed her, snuggling into her shoulder, which she responded to by nuzzling into.

“B-but how?” She still had to ask.

“I climbed,” He said it so simply but Lena gasped.

“Th-that’s like- 50 feet, William, You could’ve died,” Lena broke the embrace and sat up to look at him.

“Lena, it’s okay. I made it, and I’m here, that’s all that matters,” he too sat up and placed a hand on her face, wiping away a few tears.

“B-but I-i– I messed everything up so badly– and now I’m locked in here and I’ve no clue how long she plans to keep me in here o-or if I’ll just rot and die and then you’ll be alone again a-and hating ever loving me a-a-and–”

“Hey, hey, hey…” William made her look at him in his soft brown eyes, “I will never regret loving you, Lena, I promise. You are my whole world, ever since I was sixteen, and you will be until the day I die.”

Lena sniffled. “That’s what I’m worried about…”

William sighed. “I know... I’m so sorry, my love,” he was crying now too, and he stroked her head of freshly cut hair.

“Did she do that?” He whispered. Lena shook her head.

“Mother grabbed my hair a-and dragged me up here so I cut it off,” she explained tiredly. William quickly hugged her.

“I’m so sorry, Lena...” He said.

“I’m sorry too,” she said. “You’ll probably b-be killed or fired or de-knighted o-or something.”

“I don’t care for my title, only for you, Lena. And I swear we will get through this together no matter what.” He pressed his forehead against hers.

“No matter what,” Lena repeated to herself and William kissed her forehead. Despite everything, it brought a little smile to her face.

“Your mother cannot live forever, Lena, and soon enough it will be our time to be safe and happy as a family, just you and me and our children,” He smiled so softly that it dissipated any cold in the room and replaced it with warmth.

“Our children…” she thought with a small smile. The thought that terrified her now made her feel hope for her future: her mother would die, and she would be the mother Angelina never had been to kids of her own.

It would be perfect.

“I love you, William,” Lena said, kissing him softly.

“I love you too, Lena,” He smiled and kissed her right back.

It wasn’t today, and it sure wouldn’t be tomorrow, but someday all this pain would go away and they would be free and happy. And while right now wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows, they had each other, and that made all the difference in the world.

#animaniacs #my fics #angelina 1 lives au #wakkos wish #queen angelina i #sir william the good #queen angelina ii #lena warner #i forget how i originally tagged this #oh well lmaoooo #angst #tw abuse #we love bi icons #(William and Lena lol)

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indigoipsum · 2 years ago

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@docmartensanddietcoke @pop-roxs

Grelle Headcanons Time (finally)

Grelle seems like she would be polyamorous, but she really does want a steady relationship. She just craves attention and flirts with everyone to try to see if anyone will take an interest in her. Sadly, she’s treated as a joke, so deep down she’s insecure about others’ perceptions of her. She keeps falling for people who really aren’t interested. She primarily flirts with men, but likes ladies too! She’s in a weird spot where it’s easier as a feminine person to be into men than to pursue women, and then theres the problem of being seen as the “man” in the relationship.

Idk if this was official art but I keep thinking about Grelle and Angelina dancing together with Grelle wearing a gown and Angelina wearing a suit. The pair attended a few masquerade balls with Angelina pretending to be the “man” to help Grelle feel more comfortable. In all other contexts, Grelle had to pretend to be her servant, so as masquerade balls were the only way they could semi-publicly be a couple.

Angelina was the first and only human that Grelle has fallen for. Sometimes she visits Undertaker just to reminisce and talks about her. Undertaker always brings up new things that Grelle didn’t know about Angelina.

I think Grelle wants to settle down and get married, despite her wild nature. She also wants children in theory, but I think her main frustration is not having the option. She probably doesn’t believe that she’d be a good mom (which…. Hmmm yeah)

Grelle is only still working for the Dispatch because William genuinely cares about her and sees that she’s good at her job, she just lets the intrusive thoughts win. They’ve also been working together for so long that he fears what would happen if she’s terminated.

She doesn’t have any attraction to Ronald, but just sees him as a little brother. They grab drinks together and gossip. They have friend dates, but sometimes Othello sees them together and teases William about it (Grelle and William aren’t even dating but they’re in a weird will-they-won’t-they thing and Will gets super jealous).

She started liking cats after seeing Sebastian’s love for them. She never paid much attention to them, but ended up letting a stray into her apartment and now it’s her little baby.

She really likes spicy food! Agni always has to make his dishes milder for Ciel and most of his friends, so he’s always relieved that Grelle likes his recipes as they are.

She sleeps in corsets, trying to make her waist smaller. She thinks it’s working, but no one has commented on her figure and it makes her mad.

She actually has freckles! She hates them and covers them up with makeup.

As a human growing up in the 18th century, Grelle was working class and lived on a farm. She had little brothers and was the oldest, having to grow up pretty fast and become a mom to them as her mother died after her baby brother was born and her father wasn’t the nicest person. I’m sure he wasn’t happy with how feminine she was. She tried to move to the city to see if she could become a performer, but money was scarce and she truly had nowhere to go. Feeling trapped, she ended her life.

#tw suicide #kuroshitsuji #black butler #grelle sutcliff #long post #headcanon #a lot of this is about romance sorry

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pop-pop-pop-popculture · 2 years ago

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Who, in your opinion, are ✨Legendary, Talented Actors and Actresses✨ (deceased, alive and "legend in the making")?

Nice question!!!! Like the word “versatile”, I feel that when referring to an actor or actress, “legendary” is thrown around too often without actually understanding what that word means and how it correlates to an actor or actress. That being said, I hope I do this right...

Alive: - Daniel Craig - Winona Ryder - Christian Bale - Julianne Moore - Jim Carrey - Meryl Streep - James McAvoy - Julia Roberts - Willem Dafoe - Susan Sarandon - Ewan McGregor - Charlize Theron - Johnny Depp (like him or not) - Nicole Kidman - Tom Hanks - Kate Winslet - Edward Norton - Morgan Freeman - Robert Downey Jr. - Leonardo DiCaprio - Allison Janney - Christopher Walken - Will Smith - Michael Caine - Brad Pitt - Dakota Fanning - Denzel Washington - Viola Davis - Gary Oldman - Bryce Dallas Howard - Idris Elba - Helena Bonham Carter - Tom Cruise (like him or not, and I, personally, absolutely despise him) - Jessica Chastain - Al Pacino - Cate Blanchett - Steve Carell (his career took off after he landed his iconic role as Michael Scott in The Office, but since his last episode in 2011, he's come a long way and has even branched out into a variety of genres as well as role types) - Angelina Jolie - Michael Keaton - Michelle Pfeiffer - Daniel Day-Lewis - Sandra Bullock - Robert De Niro - Renée Zellweger - Colin Farrell - Patricia Arquette - Colin Firth - Joaquin Phoenix - Keanu Reeves - Matthew McConaughey - Brendan Fraser - Harrison Ford - Jack Nicholson - Stanley Tucci

**There are tons of actors and actresses from the 30s-60s that were in-demand and could definitely be considered a legend, but I chose to leave them off because I didn’t want this list to be long and I wanted to focus on only the ones I grew up with as well as heard of**

Gone, but NEVER Forgotten - Heath Ledger - Carrie Fisher - Robin Williams - Brittany Murphy - River Phoenix - Chadwick Boseman - Chris Farley - Patrick Swayze

Legend in the Making: - Anya Taylor-Joy - Robert Pattinson - Margot Robbie - Julia Garner (I can just feel it...!) - Finn Wolfhard - Melissa McCarthy - Andrew Garfield - Sadie Sink (I can just feel it...!) - Cillian Murphy - Kate McKinnon - Saoirse Ronan - Anne Hathaway - Amy Adams - Lin-Manuel Miranda - Kristen Stewart (like her or not)

Honorable Mentions: Emma Thompson, Natalie Portman, Elle Fanning, Halle Berry, Chris Evans, Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds, Zoë Saldaña, Emma Stone, Will Ferrell, Adam Sandler

Unsure:

Hugh Jackman - click here

Matthew Modine - A true artist at heart who was quite versatile with his roles and genres in the 80s (and so fine 😍), but he isn't super well-known nor popular like, for example, Tom Hanks; however, the role of 'Papa' on Stranger Things won him tons of new fans as well as awoke his fans that grew up with him

Jason Bateman - He's been around since the 80s, but aside from Ozark, he only really stars in crude R-rated films, so I'm on the fence about whether he'd be considered one or not

Amy Poehler

Adam Driver

Tina Fey

Jake Gyllenhaal

Chris Rock

Florence Pugh

Bill Skarsgård

Tom Holland

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There are definitely tons--I mean tons of more actors and actresses I could write out for each category, but I'll end the lists here. Thank for the ask, this was fun to think about! If any of you have suggestions, then send me an ask.

#ask #answered #2023 #pop culture

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yourapple56-blog · 2 years ago

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I’ve been very sad today. That’s because I’ve come to the conclusion that Armie won't be back to Hollywood. Too much time has passed and ppl are not invested in the truth, at least not right now.

Show business is a much different place now than it was like, back in the 1990s, maybe even 2000s. Being a weird, kinky person (think Angelina Jolie in the 90s with her blood oath wedding to Billy Bob Thornton) and/or a controversial person (think Marilyn Manson back in the day, or Madonna back in the day) is simply not acceptable now. We live in a time where ppl want you to be perfect and squeeky clean no matter what. Even rappers now seem to be very very careful in how they present themselves these days.

We went from a society that was beginning to be open about BDSM (50 Shades of Grey, anyone?) to a society that doesn't want to see or hear it. We went from a society that was cool with Woody Allen’s relationship with Soon Ye Previn to a society that sees the relationship as tantamount to incest! We went from a society where Rob Lowe was able to make a comeback even after spending time with a 16 year old young lady in Arkansas ( age of consent in that state then was 14-and I’m not condoning this ) where he would now be #metoo’d!

I honestly don't even know if most Armie haters truly believe the allegations against him, as they just love to see him suffer! They believed obviously faked DMs with impunity! They just don't like the fact that this straight white cis male from a wealthy background was able to go to Hollywood and make his dreams come true and they have to go to Patreon to beg for money to get their creative endeavors done ( nothing wrong with Patreon, BTW )!

I think the times have changed, and not for the better. We live in a world now where immaturity reigns! Yesterday’s blockbuster movies like Lawerence of Arabia make way for today’s blockbusters like Wonder Woman! We want everyone to be perfect like we did with our Mommy and Daddy! We no longer use phrases like ‘gourmet food connoisseur’ or ‘petite,’ we now use phrases like ‘foodie’ and ‘fun size’ in their place!

I really hurt for Armie. I wish he was born much earlier than 1986 ( maybe 1965 or 1931) where he could have been a brat packer in 80s Hollywood or a heartthrob in the same vein as his hero-Paul Newman in 50s Hollywood and beyond!

I do think, however, that Armie will be OK. I actually think he’ll be great! I do see him as a phoenix that rises above the ashes-just not in Hollywood in particular or acting in general. I see him as a businessman and a philanthropist!

I could be wrong-I am very open to that possibility. Hey, I thought that Mel Gibson was finished-and he wasn't! I thought Vanessa Williams was finished-and she wasn't! So, I am not ruling out a comeback completely. I am coming from a place where I believe that Hollywood is a full of shit hypocritical place that caters to various fandoms that have gotten more dysfunctional and entitled throughout the years. There is literally a TMFU Tumblr that has replaced Armie’s face as Illya with an unknown nondescript model on her site-I kid you not! There are many other examples like the psychotic Star Wars fans that hate George Lucas and see his creation as theirs!!

Well, I just had to vent I suppose. I would love for you guys to tell me what you think.

If you think I’m wrong-convince me!

Please convince me...

I’m always here :D

Take care.

#armie hammer #moving on #comeback

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sunskate · 1 year ago

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JGP Austria ice dance -

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Darya Grimm/Michail Savitskiy 🇩🇪GER (16/20 yo) they were 5th at the JGP Final last season and 6th in the RD at junior worlds but had to withdraw from the FD due to food poisoning. he was the engaging commentator for Nebelhorn Trophy last fall. their ISU bio hobbies are cherry pit spitting (her) and failure management (him), and their skating has personality as well 😊 he's been the stand out - lovely skater, strong partner - he draws your eye when you watch them. she was very young when they began, has lots of potential. her extension and free leg weren't quite matching his last season. their RD is to ELO, and they have a Habanera (so, Spanish themed?) FD. this is their 3rd and final junior season. the podium at worlds feels like an attainable goal for them

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i wrote this before news of their accident 😢 we won't get to see them skate, but check out their previous programs if you like. hope she recovers stronger than ever and that we see them back this season

Angelina Kudryavtseva/Ilia Karankevich 🇨🇾CYP (17/19 yo) known for their creativity and flair, they had a cheerleader FD last season. every season they do something nobody else is doing (2021, 2019). i love their audacity and quirkiness - most of their programs have some surprise, their take on most styles has their stamp on it. they like no hands balance lifts where she's holding on by her heel or toe, or rotational lifts where she's spinning on top of his head. even in a lyrical program ⬆️ look. at. these. lifts! maybe not every novel thing works, but so often it does. they've been as high as 8th at junior worlds but tend to lose points on levels and twizzle errors. there are details of unison and control that they need to improve in order to move up. i'm sure they're aiming for top 5 in the world and want to make the JGPF. they're skating a Madonna RD and a Nights of Cabiria FD - if that's the Fellini film music, it's bright and jazzy but more in a characterful than cool way, 50s, kind of lush in places, and it’s the story that Sweet Charity is based on - am very interested to see what they came up with for their final junior FD

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Elliana Peal/Ethan Peal 🇺🇸USA (16/19 yo) a sibling team, they've been as high as 3rd at US Nationals and have silver medals from Dallas and Lake Placid this season already. they're aiming for the worlds team for the US this season. they have a Janet Jackson RD ⬆️ and Lord of the Rings FD. they've always been coached by their dad, who went to jr worlds for US ice dance himself, but at Lake Placid, Igor was also at the boards for them although he's not officially on their team. they maybe lack speed but have good unison

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Iryna Pidgaina/Artem Koval 🇺🇦UKR (14/19 yo) she looks more mature as a skater than her years, so they seem balanced as a team. last season was their first in int'l competition, and they had a 4th place at JGP Gdansk. this season they're skating George Benson and Pump Up the Jam for their RD, Robbie Williams and I Love Rock n' Roll for their FD, and Nazarova/Nikitin are 2 of their choreographers😭

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Chloe Nguyen/Brendan Giang 🇨🇦CAN (18/20 yo) they're a newly formed team training with WIng/Lowe in Vancouver. both have been to the JGP with their previous partners. they won the Next Gen competition, have good fundamental skills, seem well matched and are off to a good start (they're at 1:09:30 ⬆️) i really hate their Aspects of Love FD music- it's from an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical that was a huge flop on Broadway. i'd dislike the music anyway, but what makes it worse is that the show, among a number of storylines, has 2 inappropriate relationships between an adult and a minor, and two of the songs in this FD are about those relationships. i don't know why their team would choose this for a junior program

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Ashlie Slatter/Atl Ongay-Perez 🇬🇧GBR (14/16 yo) they are musical and have been vibrant performers since they were little. as their skating skills develop to catch up to their performance quality, they'll rise. levels in step sequences and patterns have been a challenge. but they have interesting choreo and i think? skate more in hold than a lot of teams. they were 18th at junior worlds in march. their RD is Run-DMC, and their FD is jazz, blues and Great Balls of Fire

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Caroline Mullen/Brendan Mullen 🇺🇸 USA (17/19 yo) they had to sit out last season due to injury and also switched camps from WISA to Rockville with Dmitri Ilin but have been spending time at MIDA getting choreo as well. they have a bronze medal from Lake Placid this season, and this is their first JGP

Ambre Perrier Gianesini/Samuel Blanc Klaperman 🇫🇷 FRA (16/16 yo) this is their 2nd junior and 2nd JGP season. they medaled at some events last season and have nice qualities but also were prone to falls and twizzle errors. hopefully they got their nerves out and will have good outings here

#Youtube #jgp linz #cup of austria #sept 1-2

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