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cf56 · 2 months ago
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It is incredible how much the creators of Wakko's Wish were able to tell us about the Warners' parents with just a tiny, tiny bit of direct screen time. Have you ever noticed how most of the fandom characterizes the Warner parents the same way, as if they're established characters, even though they've never actually appeared outside of a painting? It's no accident.
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In Wakko's Wish, this is all the information we get on the Warner parents:
-William was a good and kind king who was violently overthrown by Salazar
-As told in Yakko's story, William was a strong knight and his wife was a beautiful princess. They wanted a daughter.
-The painting above.
That's all. And yet, their characterization is so incredibly strong. From the painting alone, what can we glean? The king more resembles Wakko while the queen more resembles Yakko and Dot. We can extrapolate that the king had more of Wakko's personality, loyal and strong and true, but also a little goofy. The queen likely had more of the natural inquisitiveness and confidence that characterize Yakko and Dot.
In addition, they don't look like the traditional, arrogant, stoic royal family. The king and queen have kindly eyes. The children are all smiling and relaxed. Wakko and Dot are comfortable in their parents' arms- their parents haven't neglected raising them just because of their royal duties. Yakko beams with pride, likely wanting to live up to his parents' regal image. Overall, we can see that they appear to be a close and genuinely loving family. This is a royal couple who cared about their children as more than just heirs.
Finally, their usually accepted names of William and Angelina. William's name is directly stated in the movie, while Angelina is extrapolated from Dot's full name of Princess Angelina etc. the Third. If she is the third, there were others who came before her. It makes sense that her mother was also a Princess Angelina. While not official, it's another thing that just seems to make sense.
Like in the main show, there in an unsaid story of tragedy unfolding in the background of the main characters. The Warners are orphans, their parents are gone. Salazar violently took the kingdom. In the painting, Yakko looks probably 4 or 5, old enough to remember. He remembers enough to craft an accurate bedtime story about his parents' backgrounds. Dot thought it was just a story, but it likely isn't to Yakko. The events he described did loosely happen. His parents really were the sort to dote on their daughter and nuzzle her and call her cute and tickle her to sleep. They were likely the sort to do so for all of their children. It's a tight knit, extremely loving family that the Warners lost. You can see their tightness reflected in the mutually supportive relationship of the Warners. They would do anything for each other, and their parents would have done the same for them. Yakko's parenting style came from them. You can easily imagine a Warner family that got the chance to grow up together with loving parents and a nice home life. The kids turned out great anyway, but imagine what else they could have gotten up to if they weren't occupied with scraping by in a bleak, orphaned existence.
It's really impressive to me. Just a few nuggets form a natural, compelling picture of a loving family and a tragic backstory. Just a few nuggets form two strong new characters who never actually appear. You can easily imagine them because they are essentially reflections of the very well established characters/dynamics of the Warner siblings.
The last thing I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't have differing interpretations of the Warner parents, or that other versions are any less valid! But I still love how one version of the parents has become the most common because of how naturally it fell into place. They are almost official characters without being so.
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wisteria-blooms · 1 month ago
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Blurbsday Thursday!
Thank you @magicbystarlight for the tag and @cocommunitymoon for initiating this tag/challenge. This makes Thursday a whole lot better and is highly motivating.
For January 23, 2025:
A rough blurb from ‘Empty Bars’… a Bill Weasley one-shot that is sitting in the drafts.
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From the reflection on the tall, rain-splattered window, you saw a flash of ginger hair moving towards you. Your heart stuttered, went arrhythmic for a few seconds, and you felt your blood being shunted away from where it was needed. Your numb and cold hands clenched your glass, praying you had seen incorrectly. There was only one seat left at the bar and if he wanted to sit, then he’d be right beside you.
Your eyes flitted back to the window. The tall figure had now disappeared. Good, maybe he had gone to one of the side tables. If for some godforsaken reason it was Fred, then you were relieved.
The older man beside you continued: “If you’d like to join me next summer, I would very much prefer the company of a fair lady…”
“Good evening.”
You turned around. The realization that it wasn’t Fred or his voice sunk in like a bad drug.
“Hello,” your words caught as your mind finally caught up with who was in front of you, “William.”
“Might I steal this lovely lady from you?” Bill asked the man beside you.
The other gentleman politely retracted his conversation, likely mistaking Bill Weasley as your boyfriend. You were happy to play along with that. You looked at Bill. He was tall, the tallest of his family. He was dressed in a navy suit, his brown loafers beautifully polished. You weren’t used to seeing him in formal wear, but some years in the field changed him for the better. Had it been Fred here tonight, he would’ve just come in jeans and a t-shirt and made a right fool of himself and you.
“And Bill will do just fine,” he whispered as he slid into the barstool beside you.
“Bill,” you responded quietly, letting the dulcet notes of the pianist hide the shy tone of your voice. “It’s been a while. I can’t believe you still remember me.”
“How could I forget you, (Y/N)?” he remarked. “One whiskey,” he said to the bartender. He glanced at your drink. “Make that two, please. On the rocks.
“What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?”
You both questioned at the same time.
“I fancy spending my Friday evenings here,” you answered. “It’s just as the name says, it’s a very dream-like place and I much prefer it to reality right now. And you?”
“I just got back from Egypt. A day earlier than anticipated. Figured I’d book a hotel instead of springing up on my family. I don’t want mum to make a huge fuss of my coming home. I thought I’d grab a drink, but stumbled on a familiar face.”
“That’s thoughtful of you.” Fred would never have considered Molly’s schedule. He would’ve barged straight in the Burrow and lazed around waiting for dinner. You’d know. You asked him to be more considerate. He never listened.
You looked into Bill’s eyes. They were blue. Unlike Fred’s but more like Percy’s. Percy Weasley. He was your best friend at work. Some in the office may have even teased you and called him your work ‘husband’. But you shot it down, thinking it was disrespectful to Fred, your actual boyfriend at the time. If only Fred had the same consideration for your feelings. He must’ve toed the line with Angelina at some point, dancing over the bygone shadow of your face.
Percy wasn’t like what others, like some of your more judgemental colleagues and his family members thought he was. You hated that Fred hated him. Percy was kind, considerate, and always there to lend an ear and you the same for him. He was good at communicating; he was also surprisingly empathetic, like the time he was too hesitant to tell you that he’d seen Fred making out with Angelina two weeks after you’d ended things.
“Canoodling,” Percy whispered in your shared office, his face red and burrowed in a report.
“Just canoodling?” you asked, pretending not to care too much.
“Smooching.”
“Just smooching?” you questioned with a raise of the eyebrow. You kept your tone light but you were dying inside, like a desperate, dying hand using your bruised heart as a lifeline.
“Fine,” he conceded. “Making out.” His face contorted, like that the most vulgar of words in the English language.
In retrospect, you should’ve maybe gone out with Percy Weasley. At least he would’ve invited you back home to meet his family. At least he would’ve taken your relationship seriously and made solid strides to what was important for you: a future. A fucking future.
“What are you thinking about?” Bill’s chuckle brought you back to reality. “You really do look like you're in a dream. This bar is truly befitting of you.”
You stammered, not wanting to admit to Bill that you’d been thinking about dating another one of his brothers. You wondered if he knew about your disastrous relationship with Fred.
“Work.”
“Just work?” His tone was teasing. “What’s been new with you since I came back?”
You stilled.
“You don’t have to talk about—that—,” Bill clarified, trying to navigate the first awkward hump on your conversation. “I don’t care about that. I’ve heard enough.”
(So this is more of a long excerpt but oh well). And everything comes back to Percy but it’s fine.
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typologyastro · 2 years ago
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Mbti & Astro Observations (5)
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They're my personal observations, so take it with a grain of salt.
🪐 Saturn in the 1st house may have an awkward body or the way they lay, sit, stand, walk, etc. is awkward. It's hard for them to relax their body. Their firm body reminds me of a group of soldiers marching in the military.
🦂 Scorpio Moons like to show their expressions as if they're subtly unhinged. You may find their expressions strange and be confused if they're bad or normal by their expressions. But you're attracted to them because anything unknown unconsciously draw people in.
🌑 Pluto influence may make someone have a strong jaw. Or they may look like they hold their anger in like they hold their teeth tightly when someone upset them makes the end of their lips downwards. I think they do feel like that commonly. I associate Pluto with Ni and Fi. I found some dominant Fi users have this feature.
Ex: Aubrey Plaza (ISFP), Jenna Ortega (INFP), Blackpink's Jennie (ISFP)
🩷 Venus in the 1st house, Libra Rising or Libra Moon may exhibit strong Fe traits. Libra Moon eyes are average-sized and give a pretty, charming, and gentle look.
Ex: Beyoncé (Libra Rising, Venus in the 1st house, ESFJ), Mehgan Markle (Libra Moon, ENFJ), Selena Gomez (Venus in the 1st house, ISFJ), Arianna Grande (Libra Moon, ESFJ), Twice's Mina (Libra Moon, INFJ), Madison Beer (Libra Moon, ENFJ), Olivia Rodrigo (Venus in the 1st house, Libra Moon, ESFJ), Jennifer Aniston (Libra Rising, ESFJ), Harry Styles (Libra Rising, Libra Moon, ENFJ), Angelina Jolie (Venus in the 1st house, ESTP)
🌙 Also, people who have strong Cancer placements, especially Cancer Moon and Sun, Moon Conjunction Midheaven, or in the 10th house may exhibit strong Fe traits.
Ex: Prince William (Cancer Sun, Cancer Moon, ISFJ), Kate Middleton (Cancer Moon, ISFJ), Meghan Markle (Cancer Sun, Cancer Rising, ENFJ), Taylor Swift (Cancer Moon, ESFJ), Selena Gomez (Cancer Sun, Moon Conjunction Midheaven, ISFJ), Jennifer Aniston (Cancer Midheaven, ESFJ), Angelina Jolie (Cancer Rising, ESTP), Arianna Grande (Cancer Sun, ESFJ), Olivia Rodrigo (Moon Conjunction Midheaven, ESFJ), Twice's Dahyun (Cancer Moon, ESFJ), Aespa's Karina (Cancer Moon, ESFJ)
🌹 Some suspect Blackpink's Rosé to be a Libra Rising and Cancer Midheaven. Coincidentally, she's an ESFJ.
🌓 Sun trine Pluto are passionate people and influential leaders. They love what they do and are the masters of what they love. Everything they achieve seem legendary because they follow their true path. Everything falls into place when you follow your dream. They may have Fi and Ni in their stack. Both Fi and Ni are passionate about what they love.
Ex: Suga (INTJ), Blackpink's Lisa (ESFP)
🌫 Easy aspects (trine, sextile) try their best not to sound like they attack someone in the way they talk, act, etc. They look like someone who gives advice because they genuinely want to help people to be better. They probably got compliments about the traits belonging to those aspects from people in the past. They give off a peaceful and gentle vibe even with Mars, Saturn, and Pluto soft aspects.
🪨 Hard aspects (opposite, square) always talk and act like they attack someone, and someone attacks them. They likely experienced people with the traits belonging to those aspects attacking them in the past. They feel everyone come at them. You think they attack you, but they probably attack their imaginating ghost in the past. They may still be as true as the ones with easy aspects but sound harsher.
🔥 Mars in the 1st house or Aries Rising just looks hot. Their eyes are sharp, pointed upwards, and fierce-looking. They may likely be the sensing types, especially dominant/auxiliary Se users since Mars rules the bodies.
Ex: Kris Jenner (Mars in the 1st house, ESTJ), Rihanna (Aries Rising, ISFP), Megan Fox (Mars in the 1st house, ISTP), Kendall Jenner (Aries Rising, ISTJ)
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houseofbrat · 7 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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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prettylittlels · 1 year ago
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He (Tom Blyth part 2)
summary: the stranger strikes again! is it fate or is it just coincidence?
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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.
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sebastianmichaelisslander · 6 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 😁 💓
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queenilyrian · 1 month ago
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“We DO NOT HATE. We are simply concerned/ watching this shit show”.
Then please explain this. It’s a story from a hater and a trolls… sorry I mean an innocent bystander. Apparently if Henry and Natalie attend any event ,while having dogs and a child,they’re the worst people and deserve all the criticism. WHAT? What in the mental gymnastics was that supposed to mean? If you have a child and a pet you’re not allowed to live your house? Or is it ONLY HENRY AND NATALIE are not supposed to leave their house? Because Matthew McConaughey and his beautiful wife have 3 kids and never miss a red carpet. Blake and Ryan have 3 kids and never miss a red carpet. Brad and Angelina have 6 and they never missed a red carpet event. Beyoncé and Jay Z have 3 and they never missed an event. Even the royals like William and Kate have 3 kids and they never miss an event. And they have lots of events. So how come trolls are never criticising EVERYONE ELSE on the planet but Henry and Natalie if they are “a random bystander enjoying the shit show”.
And when we say they’re trolls and haters we are the villains. But stories and posts like this are an every day occurrence. “Oh they went out- so staged” / “oh they’re eating dinner and someone saw them (YEAH A FUCKING SUPERMAN) and took a pic - this was planned” / “they’re attending a premiere OF HIS OWN MOVIE - it’s forced by his PR team”. Oh FFS 🤦🏼‍♀️ just say you hate them both cuz they have everything you want and we can all move the fuck on.
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draconeye45 · 7 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.
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yakkolicious-writing · 9 months ago
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Brotherly Love
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"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.
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ask-aces-future-warners · 1 year 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
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crownshattered · 7 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??
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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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sunskate · 2 years ago
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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
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mashitandsmashit · 16 days ago
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AGT Season 17: Live Shows 3
11: XOMG POP. Catchy, yet...annoying...I can have a soft spot when it comes to girly bubble-gum pop, but with an already-established pop star managing them, they do come off as...manufactured...
10: Mia Morris. This girl is very talented, and she has the means of recording a good track...But live, it is quite the mess...Also, maybe she should move away from 2002, since I don't think she was even born yet back then...
9: Jojo and Bri. (I wonder if Jojo went into the audience to meet the other Jojo managing XOMG POP...) Once again, a very cute chemistry and strong harmony...I suppose Bri would make a good solo singer as well, but for now, they were mostly just nice and somewhat forgettable...
8: Cline Twins. Again, some impressive tricks, but not much that stood out from their audition...They felt rather swallowed up by the stage...It's a shame, because I did have some ideas in my head on how they could expand the act for the live stage...Still, gotta give them credit for not dropping the pucks (or the sticks) once...
7: Funkanometry. From one young male Canadian duo to another...These guys pretty much suffered the same problem as the last entry, in that they didn't take full advantage of the big stage or production...But they still have an amusing personality that said previous entry severely lacks...It makes for a fun high school talent show performance, but it's not a Vegas act...
6: Amanda Mammana. I'd say this was a decent step up from her audition, but still not enough to bowl me over...That said, I like her passion and nice, soothing voice (that again works through a disability).
5: MPLUSPLUS. While this was far from the best light-up act I've seen on this show, I feel that they deserved more credit than Howie gave them...There were still enough unique effects to keep me both interested and entertained...
4: Hayden Kristal. Something about this lady gave me a fairly hearty chuckle this time! Best of all, it wasn't ENTIRELY about her condition, and still managed to be relatable (even for someone like me who never even owned a dog...)
3: Sara James. I'd probably go out on a limb and say that Sara is the best overall vocalist of the season! What's more, she has a great stage presence! And she took the Angelina Jordan approach by doing such a unique take on an Elton John song! (Best cover of “Rocketman” since William Shatner!)
2: Nicolas Ribs. Is he the BEST magician we've seen on this show...? Not really...I thought Yu Hojin's trick last week was a little more slick and compelling...(And let's not even GET into comparing with Shin Lim!) But it IS telling that I consider this trick at the same LEVEL as the one last week! Once again, he used a little table projection, which concerned me as I wasn't that impressed by it last time...But he seemed to up the sleight-of-hand, along with an animation that reminds me of the classic Flash animation with the stick-figure battling the cursor! I actually kinda forgot about the thing with Terry's card, and like Heidi said, his accent was a little hard to understand...BUT! (I'm giving quite a few “buts” in here...) BUT! ...It was cool, slick and well-presented! It's ironic that after last season I felt just about done with magicians...Because I actually wouldn't mind having TWO in the Finals this year! (Just PLEASE, don't let either of them win! They've been great and all, but I want to see something DIFFERENT win this year!)
1: Celia Munoz. Well, I knew we would be hearing this song sooner or later this season to pay tribute to ONJ...But I certainly wasn't expecting it to be sung THIS way! This lady...is brilliant! I never imagined that watching a woman just sitting down and eating popcorn could be so funny and entertaining! I think she may be a real contender in this game, and I REALLY hope she makes it through tomorrow!
For all of my criticisms, this WAS a strong show! Everyone in here had SOMETHING enjoyable to their performance! ...Blah, blah, blah, two acts, blah, blah, blah, terrible format, blah, blah, blah...
So let's guess how they'll rank tomorrow...
Ranking Prediction:
11: XOMG POP
10: Mia Morris
9: MPLUSPLUS
8: Jojo and Bri
7: Cline Twins
6: Funkanometry
5: Amanda Mammana
4: Hayden Kristal
3: Nicolas Ribs
2: Celia Munoz
1: Sara James
Tomorrow, Kodi Lee returns with yet more musicians that only HE could rise to perform with!
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Well, I must say, the whole results show was pretty much going EXACTLY as I had mapped out in my head...I called it with the Top 5, I called it with the Top 3, and I called who would get sent through first...But I guess I got my hopes up that Celia would be sent through over Nicolas...I suppose it WAS naive of me to think the magician wouldn't be in the Top 2...At the end of the day, America still has its obvious draws to certain kinds of acts that it always votes through WITHOUT FAIL!
Sad to see Celia go, but I said I wouldn't mind Nicolas joining Yu in the Finals, and I stick by it! Both of them truly have performed neat tricks that rival Shin Lim...As for Celia, I'd say she's the most fitting choice so far as the wildcard act for the Finals...
Kodi is always great, though I'd probably say the other singer (who kinda looked like a bald Post Malone) overshadowed him here...Didn't get to hear much from Journey's guitarist either...
(Current Edit: Reading "bald post malone", I had to look up who it actually was, and sure enough, it was Teddy Swims before he hit it big!)
So this is the part where I WOULD make my early predictions for next week, except they didn't show who was gonna be ON next week...And since I still can't access the proper resources to see who to expect, I guess I'm not gonna know until then...
So I'll see you then!
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The Investigation Chapter 1
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Adapted from Conquer 征服 episodes 1, 5 and 9
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Ronaldo Marquez was found shot dead in an alleyway in Suzano, São Paulo at night. He was just about to leave in his car when a van sped past him and blocked his way. Two armed assailants, William Peralta and Taylor Harrison, ran out of the van and fired three shots at him as he got out of his car, killing him instantly before they quickly fled the scene.
Local police took up the case as they investigated Ronaldo’s background and connections. Ronaldo was the owner of a number of businesses in São Paulo, including a game arcade, a hotel and a nightclub. He was a filial son, always going back to visit his parents in the alley nearly every day before going home to his condo. The alley made him an easier target due to the security at the condo. The motive for the murder was determined to be revenge.
The next evening, Craig Handorer and his partner were found dead at their flat in Tatuapé, killed in the same manner as Ronaldo Marquez. From this, the police determined that the perpetrator was an enemy to both victims, and so, suspicion fell on Parker Zhou, who had such connections to them. As Parker was the commander of the Unified Resistance Army in Santos, UNIT was alerted of this and Kate Lethbridge-Stewart personally offered her assistance to the investigation.
The police gradually arrested people related to Ronaldo, Craig and Parker, and questioned them with the attitude of “guilty until proven innocent”. The police even went so far as to use the suspects’ family members to lure them back home so they could arrest them, something that was unheard of in countries with more disciplined police forces (depending on your point of view). Kate and the police kept each other updated on updates and developments on the case, which brought interesting and memetic insights into the psyche of Parker Zhou.
The week before Ronaldo’s death, Parker and three of his generals, namely Angelina Mouseling, Liam Pitara and Mauricio Hernandez, took a brief trip up to Jundiaí. As they went back down to Santos a few days later, a fruit stall vendor outside the entrance of a favela in São Bernardo do Campo was reported stabbed.
Around 3:00 PM that day, Parker approached the stall on his motorbike to buy a watermelon. The vendor, a 29-year-old man who looked more like he was in his 40s, was talking with two of his friends. “Business going okay, guys? Birthed any xenomorphs lately?”
Parker got off his motorbike and approached the stall. “Eyy bruz, how much for a watermelon?”
“R$8 one kilo,” said the vendor.
“What’s up,” Parker remarked, shocked at the price. “The seeds made out of gold or the skin’s made out of gold?”
The vendor blew out a cloud of smoke, making a noise like an elephant. “Where else do you think you can get watermelons? They’re all from the greenhouse, brother. I hate charging this price just as you hate paying that much for it.”
“Aight, I’ll have one.”
“K.” The vendor turned around and picked out a watermelon from the pile behind him. He slapped it a few times to make sure it was ripe. “How’s this one?”
“Is it sweet or is it eetswa?” Parker asked.
The vendor was a bit miffed at that comment. “I run a fruit stall, bro. How could I sell you unripe eggies?”
“I asked you, is it sweet or is it eetswa?”
Offended, the vendor looked up at Parker. “Are you playing me, bro? Do you even want this?”
“If it’s sweet, then of course I want it,” said Parker as he began walking behind the stall. “What will you do if it’s eetswa?”
“If it’s not ripe, I’ll eat it for you. Happy?” As Parker nodded in agreement, the vendor put the watermelon on his scales. “5 kilos, R$40.”
Parker looked at the scales. “Brah how is it 5 kilos? Your scale’s broken mate.”
The vendor was really offended now. “Are you fucking playing me bro? You want it or not?” he said as he slammed the watermelon in front of Parker. “You want it or not?”
Parker just reached beside the vendor and flipped over the dish on top of the scales to reveal something. “Magunetto,” he pointed. “Remember, you said you were going to eat this if it’s eetswa.” He picked up a machete from the table and chopped the watermelon with it.
“你TM劈我瓜是吧?” The vendor was so offended he was yelling in another language. The vendor lunged at Parker but he stabbed him in the stomach with the machete.
“薩日朗!” the vendor’s friends shouted repeatedly as they tended to him. One of them tried to throw something at Parker but was stopped by him holding the machete at him. Parker dropped the machete, got onto his motorbike and drove off.
An acquaintance of Parker, Tian Erxi, recognised him and called out to him, which was how he was identified as the perpetrator in this incident. Parker was never apprehended as the war was happening and the Unified Resistance Army couldn’t afford to lose him and his leadership.
Why did Parker stab the vendor? Parker wanted to draw attention away from himself while his enemies were marked for death in São Paulo. It just so happened that there were a lot of swindlers near that particular favela, and the vendor was one of them. Also, Angelina brought a watermelon from there once and it was eetswa. Angelina didn’t care about getting revenge on him, while Parker only decided to care because he was a convenient distraction.
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the-firebird69 · 11 months ago
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Thena Vs Kro - Eternals Final Fight Scene | Sprite stabs Sersi | Ikaris ...
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Good I get to hit him several times he's such a blaspheme and a loser remember is the Gods and they're the ones doing it and all this other s*** it's just Billy Hicks and a little boy.. we can see it in his face no surprise and it's about to use surprised he's about to say how does it feel to know you're going to die and I use a split second and he goes away for a little bit and I'm kind of get one this is when this is I think it's after the whole he is possessed he's a loser and ruins everything and very quickly and our friend here doesn't like him in any way and says when he's lizard man he won't be allowed here other mutants are kept off. What do you see that we do see that Camilla comes in occasionally but people have to be here so we don't know how that happens but let's all say goodbye to Trump it's ruined our people I'm kind of the same race and he's a massive fool we had a chance to win completely any fluid
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I'm not Julie Williams that's a stupid idiot Trump good God is he dumb
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We have heard enough from Trump and he's a spaz and idiot a loser and his lizard Man and he's possessed with something else and it's his crew of idiots probably from Avatar and their junkies and they're ruining our day there's a whole bunch of them fighting us and we're using suits and stuff and he won't stop bothering us or trying to do something and it seems to find out exactly where and when all the time with aspire to and it ruins everything we're not going to get anywhere and the max aren't getting anywhere and the guy has to go you couldn't control himself if he wanted to he's always this idiot hack in the movies ruining everybody's stuff it's really strange I look at the movies I do and I'm kind of a jerk and I play things wrong a little but I'm human and I'm doing a character and he says he can't see anything that massively drastically awful but this guy blows his lines are so heavy and he says he's saying things that he said when is really pissed off and trying to use it as an excuse and it's just really raunchy and moronic it makes you mad and now I see what he's saying this guy is a piece of s*** it needs to flushed a long time ago he's Billy Hicks and boy what a Wonder okay you should see him with this guy's like you watch him when he's not near our friend he's just as bad but he's so clueless and he's such a stupid person and he's wired to respond like some sort of half-assed fighter and I've seen it before and clones they do it sometimes but he's just as complete geek and f** and he's terrible who says the closest thing to it is cork when he's squished and really it is something interesting not to be desired they're they're horrible but he's like it all the time he's just complete maniac I will tell you one thing he exposed with an accident but that a huge price and we knew about it and we're ready and we need to figure out what happened for real and it's supposed to divvy it up he wouldn't negotiate so something went wrong and he says he went after people to keep it all and it didn't work and it just was hurting people and making them stupid and but what triggered him to do it in the first place is probably the max cuz they thought they'd take it all and it turns out that having this guy blab the whole time ruined it it goes back to us getting something I'll be amazed that this is a plan he says it's not his in whole but it's part of it cuz he figured out these guys will never let him have anything and they'll just continue pilfering Us in this the max I come in like the tide and go out and nobody will notice that will softly go out into the night like Michelle Pfeiffer says and instead we have a rank as fight and we fight each other and you turn into some kind of dragon mutant kind of weird thing your second fighting but he says you're not as fast as the creature and you're not juiced up and you can't handle the juice so I do understand that and it's still wicked but still I mean you got teeth and claws you don't do anything well we're in suits so it did pretty good considering they're in suits but he says usually a dragon with the just breathe fire and the suit would be gone not gone but the guy would be charbroiled like a what do you call those things corn dog. That's really gross that they don't they don't use the fire that much and he says it probably eats their brain up and I said this wow that's stupid but really gross okay I mean that's way over the top and we don't want to do that but he says the max might be forcing it and who the hell cares as far as we know you have to find out what the damn status is before we come superheroes and screw around forever to see
Brad pitt
So he says to Angelina my wife stay away from me ogler cuz she's looking at him staring at him and he's going with the hell is that and I think you're Angelina near the co-star and Dune 2 and she says no I'm not that small and it wasn't me so I'm wrong again and good she gets the point you can take her out to dinner and your Lambo
And he's expressing Lambo very strongly it's going to lambeau project nobody's interested not even Lamborghini they say they might be if I can't touch it he says that's because it's her company kind of her inventions looks like a spaceship all right we're getting out of here
Yeah you do that you little boy Angelina Jolie
I'm going to tell you something you're cracking the web Brad
I'm running out of paper so we have to print
Zues Hera
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