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Shakespeare on Screen: Orson Welle’s Macbeth

Ce décor de carton goudronné, ces Ecossais barbares, vêtus de peaux de bêtes et qui brandissent des sortes de lance-croix de bois noueux, ces lieux insolites ruisselants d’eau, dominés par des brumes qui ne laissent jamais deviner un ciel où l’on doute qu’il y ait des étoiles, forment littéralement un univers de préhistoire, non celle de nos ancêtres les Gaulois ou les Celtes, mais d’une préhistoire de la conscience à la naissance du temps et du péché, quand le ciel et la terre, l’eau et le feu, le bien et le mal ne sont point encore distinctement séparés.

- André Bazin, French film critic and theorist

I recently read the delightful second volume of Orson Welles’ biography by Simon Callow, Orson Welles, Vol 2: Hello Americans, one of or finest stage actors and theatre and opera directors, and also a dab hand at writing biographies of such artistic giants as Charles Laughton and Richard Wagner as well as anthologies on Shakespeare. His crowning literary achievement must be his stylish 3 volume tome on the life of one of the greatest and controversial film artists of the 20th Century, Orson Welles.

I finished this book over the Christmas vacation period when I also sat with a few of my more literary minded family members to watch back to back Akira Kurosawa’s Throne of Blood (1966), Orson Welle’s Macbeth (1948), and Justin Kurzel’s more modern take with Macbeth (2015) with Michael Fassbender and Marion Cotillard. As a Shakespeare nut, I ‘m always curious looking out for how other artists in other genres translate his wondrous prose into their particilar medium. And I wasn’t disappointed in watching these three great movies back to back. It was the Welles’ version which lingered more on the mind and I had to set down some thoughts on paper - as I always do - to make try and make sense of what I had seen, especially after having just read Callow’s second volume on Welle’s life.

According to Orson Welles, his interviews were often unreliably transcribed, especially in Cahiers du cinema (the iconic French film magazine that was the seedbed for the French New Wave of directors like Truffaut and Godard), but there is every reason to believe in the accuracy, sincerity, and significance of what was recorded as his uncharacteristically straightforward response to a Cahiers’ interviewer’s leading question, “Wouldn’t you say that the greatest influence discernible in your work was Shakespeare?” “Yes,” Welles said simply, “without any doubt.”

Even a superficial acquaintance with Welles reveals that throughout his life he manifested what in an early essay “On Staging Shakespeare and Shakespeare’s Stage” he described as “that zealous and jealous love which most intelligent people, once exposed to him, must inevitably feel for Shakespeare.”

It’s fair to say the the shadow Shakespeare hung over Welles’ shoulder whispering ‘rosebud’ in his ear from the beginning from early childhood readings of and roles in various plays, and a haunting deathbed recital of lines from A Midsummer Night’s Dream by his mother to the end (he was working on a film of King Lear when he died).

Orson Welles' expressionist, visually stunning version of Macbeth (1948) was the director's first attempt at a cinematic adaptation of Shakespeare. Shot quickly and cheaply, the film makes a virtue of its budget minimalism by setting the familiar play within a spartan, eerie wasteland of fog and bare rock. Welles surrounds this bleak, violent parable of power and ambition with swirling fog, twisted trees devoid of leaves, stark expanses of vague nothingness in which only the light-sculpted features of the play's protagonists stand out, as though they are declaiming into a void, spitting out their tormented speeches while already engulfed in the hell that awaits them for their vile deeds.

It is incredible to think that Orson Welles’ Macbeth (1948) was only the fourth Hollywood sound production to adapt Shakespeare - made after Welles failed to get Alexander Korda to fund a production of Othello - and that the film is such an achievement is difficult to fully comprehend without understanding its history.

To begin with, it was one of the first instances of a director boldly daring to edit Shakespeare: certainly not by modern cinema standards, but Welles’ theatrical and cinematic re-workings of the Bard were considered akin to heresy in his day. He was also going up against Olivier’s second Shakespeare adaptation, the masterful Hamlet (1948), with a meagre budget, leftover sets, and only a few weeks of shooting time. Needless to say, critics hated his film and he was driven to Europe to try to find funding for future projects.

But despite these obstacles, Macbeth is every bit as beautifully stylised and genre-infused as The Lady from Shanghai (1947), though instead of elaborate camera tricks and a nihilistic noir sensibility, Welles essentially turned Macbeth into an expressionist horror film. Though his sets enraged critics, they represent the same type of sensibility found in films like Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari (1920) or Häxan (1922). In Le Figaro, Robert Bresson said, “I love too much natural settings and natural light not to love also the fake light and cardboard settings of Macbeth.” And it is precisely Macbeth’s cheap artifice that Welles uses to his advantage, creating an eerie backdrop for a tale of witchcraft, murder, rebellion, and damnation.

It's visually that Welles really makes his mark on this material. The chintzy sets and shoddy theatrical props of this production were doubtless necessitated by budgetary limitations, but Welles uses his limited means with purpose. The castle through which Macbeth stalks looks more like a cave, the bare rock walls warped and full of holes in which all light disappears, the ceilings low and craggy overhead. The film's atmosphere would be well-suited to a horror movie, with fog draped around the dark, minimal set, reducing visibility to a small circle of empty space in which Macbeth paces like a trapped rat, his face often blown up in dramatic closeups that capture every bead of sweat dripping from his skin, every quiver of his lips and every wild, bulging expression in his eyes. The backgrounds are blurry and sketchy, a few warped trees sticking up out of a wasteland, crudely carved rock everywhere, while the faces of the actors are crisply delineated with bold, high-contrast lighting, their eyes often shining out of the darkness of their shadowed faces.

The frequent close framing of the actors places the larger-than-life emotions of Shakespeare's text front and centre. Even the minimal scenery, so gloomy and gothic, seems to reflect the warped inner psychology of Macbeth and his wife, their paranoia and evil writ large upon their surroundings. Welles poses Lady Macbeth as a seductress, a femme fatale, urging her husband on to his murderous, treacherous deeds. In the crucial scenes where she convinces him to kill the king, Welles frames Macbeth in the foreground with his wife slyly positioned to his side, whispering in his ear, casting charged glances his way. She's Eve and the serpent all rolled into one form, her last-act attacks of conscience notwithstanding, and at one point her face glides into the frame at the fringes, behind a towering closeup of Macbeth, like a sinister sprite perched on his shoulder, whispering evil in his ear.

The minimalist aesthetic at times seems to mock the protagonist. When Macbeth is crowned king, a silly-looking square crown, at once flimsy and bulky, is placed upon his brow, with his glowering face beneath it. He marches out before his assembled troops and subjects for the first time as their king, and the music too mocks him, accompanying what should be his grand entrance with a jaunty tune more suited to a court jester than a king. Later, at the climax of the film, as Macbeth's foes amass beneath his ramparts to unseat him, the king runs back and forth across the bare stone of his courtyard in a crown designed to resemble the Statue of Liberty's spiked headband, thus ironically juxtaposing the vicious tyrant with the symbol of American democracy.

Macbeth's famous final act soliloquy - “full of sound and fury/ signifying nothing" - is delivered against an abstract image of smoke roiling and spinning in slow motion, a foggy void that's set to devour the murderous king, to end his time of strutting upon life's stage. Welles' visual interpretation of this material is often subtly clever like this, expanding the text with a truly cinematic sensibility. Welles cuts from Macbeth looking at a twisted tree branch and musing about crows to the image of the two murderers who Macbeth has sent after Banquo, crouched on a tree limb, their shadowy forms looking very bird-like as they wait for their victim to pass by so they might descend on him.

The sound design is also exceptional, with Welles ascribing piercing, harrowing import to a few key sounds on the otherwise hollow, disembodied soundtrack: after the king's death, especially, the loud knocking of Macduff (Dan O'Herlihy) at the castle door reverberates impressively, a foreboding sound of doom, and there's a similar force to the screech of the owl that so frightens Lady Macbeth that she grasps at her chest as though she's been stabbed by the sound. Welles' Macbeth was not appreciated in its time, but in fact it's a stunning and visually inventive adaptation.

Welles is mostly faithful to the text of Shakespeare's play, shifting some words and characters around here and there, and somewhat emphasising the religious subtext of the story, but mostly remaining true to the language and the story. Macbeth (Welles) is moved to murder the king by a prophecy given to him by three witches, further encouraged in the deed by his scheming, ambitious wife (Jeanette Nolan). His crime gets him the crown, but he's overcome by paranoia and madness, growing ever more bloodthirsty and reckless as he desperately defends his ill-gotten title.

The story is a classical study of the corruption of power, and Welles revels in the blustery speeches and stormy psychological subtexts, all of it delivered with the familiar disembodied sound that often characterised Welles' approach to dialogue — he recorded all of the speech separately, so that the actors are simply mouthing their words, and the dubbed, echoing quality of the sound contributes to the film's strange, haunting feel.

But it also feels like a war film for the ages. Indeed much of its horror is concerned with the violent overthrow of a government by a totalitarian ruler motivated by greed, ambition, and a fundamental sense that he is entitled to lead; albeit one operating under the umbrella of Early Modern monarchy. Some of the film’s most effective sequences involve Macbeth’s betrayal of his closest confidant, Banquo (Edgar Barrier), and the attempts of the rebel forces (led by Dan O’Herlihy’s Macduff and a young Roddy McDowell’s Malcolm, the rightful heir to the throne) to put an end to his reign. Welles fully embraced the play’s themes of betrayal, death, madness, and grief, and it is his reliance on genre themes that resulted in such an exquisite, if grim final product.

Like several later adaptations of Macbeth - including Kurosawa’s Throne of Blood (1957) and Polanski’s 1971 film - the emphasis here is on horror. Welles himself called it “a perfect cross between Wuthering Heights and Bride of Frankenstein” and his adaptation certainly borrows from Murnau’s Faust (1926) more than it does from a production of the day like Olivier’s Henry V (1944) or Hamlet - titles that effectively set the standard for cinematic adaptations of the Bard. Overwrought but undeniably eerie, the stark chiaroscuro play of light and shadow - frequently offset against matte paintings of a still yet artificially swirling sky - borrows heavily from German expressionism, and the insane camera angles include almost constant shots of actors, generally Welles himself, looking severely up at or down on the rest of the cast - or positioned enormously in the foreground - evoking both film noir and Gothic cinema.

Themes of death and violence pervade the dialogue - words like “knives,” “wounds,” and “darkness” are repeated frequently - and Macbeth’s monologues are given in voice over, adding a believable edge to his encroaching madness. The low budget set - which was filmed on a soundstage, apparently using leftover pieces from a Western film - is barren, hellish.

Macbeth’s soundscape matches its stark visuals and is likely an example of Welles working creatively against time and budgetary limits: though the sound has a hollowness to it, almost an echoing quality, it is somehow incredibly effective, and the limited soundtrack is made up of occasional drumming, booming door knocks, animal noises, thunder, and screams.

Additionally, Welles’ use of visual symbolism is far from subtle; for example, when Macbeth and his Lady (Mercury Theatre regular Jeanette Nolan) are first reunited, a rotting, hanged corpse lingers in the background. Heads on crosses, implausibly high up on pikes, litter the background of several shots, and much of Shakespeare’s offscreen violence is put in the forefront: Cawdor’s execution is front and centre, the scene of Duncan’s murder is captured by a beautiful and lengthy tracking shot, Macbeth is present for the murder of Macduff’s wife and children, and Lady Macbeth’s suicide is presented directly, even flagrantly, on screen.

Shakespeare himself was undoubtedly aware that many of the elements of Macbeth were within a literary and theatrical tradition that could be described in contemporary terms as belonging to the horror genre. Murderers, witches, and other disturbing and exciting phenomena were grouped by writers in a classification that suggested a dark, foreboding kind of mystery, threatening to man’s sense of security in his sinful state. Indeed, one of the age’s largest bodies of popular writing concerned ‘strange’ happenings. Many of these, like those on murder and witchcraft, are so germane to Macbeth that the suspicion is warranted that Shakespeare, for motives which were doubtless of the highest, seems to have knowingly drawn upon almost the entire repertory for his play.

The environment of the play in general reflects the encroaching world of darkness. Nature is warped by both witchcraft and rebellion. In his seminal Shakespearean Tragedy, A.C. Bradley wrote, “In Nature, again, something is felt to be at work, sympathetic with human guilt and supernatural malice”.

From the beginning of Macbeth, until Duncan’s murder is revealed at the end of act II, nature become steadily more vicious and loathsome. In I.i there is thunder and lightning, and “fog and filthy air.” In I.ii the Captain mentions “Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders,” and the battlefield is “another Golgotha.” I.iii opens in thunder, the Witches discuss a tempest one of them has caused, Macbeth describes the earth as “blasted,” and the Witches have become “breath into the wind.” Macbeth’s praise came “as thick as hail” and they “pour’d them down” before Duncan. The day is described as “rough” and the word “strange” is used by almost everyone in the scene. In I.iv Macbeth calls upon the night sky to blacken itself so that the stars may not be witness to his “black and deep desires.” Lady Macbeth evokes “thick Night” in I.v, and commands it to bring forth the “dunnest smoke of Hell.” Macbeth says, in I.vii, that the air will “blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.”

Act II begins the real descent into evil, when Macbeth says that “nature seems dead,” and Fleance and Banquo cannot see the stars. Nature is here seen as spawning unnumbered evils, and notable among them is the first of the evils defined in the play, rebellion. Indeed, Macbeth’s speech evokes images of witches celebrating, and the wolf and Murther roaming the night, ghostlike. Lady Macbeth only hears the shriek of the owl, and the Porter becomes the “Porter of Hell Gate.”

In his insightful book, Witches and Jesuits: Shakespeare’s Macbeth, Gary Wills (who wrote a magisterial book on Augustine) stated that even the Porter’s speech imitates the Witches, that it is “a reverse conjuration” as the Porter draws three demons down to Hell, rather than the Witches calling their three familiars up forth. In this scene, II.iii, the other thanes report their strange nights.

Lennox says:

The night has been unruly: where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i’th’air; strange screams of death, And prophesying with accents terrible Of dire combustion, and confus’d events, New hatch’d to th’woeful time, the obscure bird Clamour’d the livelong night: some say, the earth Was feverous, and did shake (II.iii).

This passage appears right before Macduff discovers the murder of Duncan, and reflects both the Witches’ role, as well as the involvement of Macbeth and his wife. The wind that blows down their chimneys is connected to the many passages discussing the Witches’ connection with wind, and in Renaissance beliefs, they were supposed to have magical control over the weather. The “prophesying” also recalls their meeting with Macbeth. “The obscure bird” is surely Lady Macbeth’s raven, and the earth shook with fever, because of the terrible deed of regicide. As can be seen in Lennox’s language, Bradley connects the Witches to the larger images of darkness, evil, and malice that are repeated through out the very world of Macbeth.

One of the few ways that Welles altered Shakespeare’s play - which oddly serves to emphasise these images of darkness, evil, and malice - was to add a strange folk horror element in the form of a clash between pagan and Christian religions. An old man character is transformed into a Holy Man, who chants ominously as King Duncan arrives at the castle. The King asks his soldiers - all kneeling and holding candles - “Dost thou renounce Satan and all his works?” There is an uneasy ritualism at play and Welles seemed to determined to capture the Holy Man’s assertion that the characters are all bearing witness to “hours dreadful and things strange.”

It is indeed an intriguing aspect of the film’s interpretation to have this collision of pagan and Christian religions that pervades the cinematic atmosphere. Those close-ups of the gruesome clay voodoo doll are contrasted with Celtic crosses made with long, perilously thin sticks, so feeble that they all look as if they might snap under their own weight. Yet this is a spiritual battle among a people who seem to have no spirits at all. In this version of Macbeth, the appearance of Banquo’s ghost is almost a relief: even if it’s a figment of Macbeth’s fevered, guilty imagination, at least it suggests the possibility of an afterlife beyond this horrid, filthy and cutthroat mortal world.

And of course, as in Shakespeare’s text, the overriding visual is that of the Witches and it is a central feature of Welles’ film here.

Indeed the film opens with a shot of them - three grey-haired, cloaked women on a narrow precipice, shrouded in fog - working magic around a large cauldron, which is represented by contrasting images of fire, water, and what looks like bubbling mud, the very elements of the earth. They pull a misshapen lump of clay from a pot and begin jointly working it with their hands, sculpting it into a rough, man-like shape.

Their spell-casting and prophecies do not make up a significant portion of the film’s running time, but they become the overall unifying theme and the few shots of them are unforgettable. From the moment Macbeth - recently returned from battle to meet up with other commanders on a desolate, muddy field - enters the fog to find the Witches after they have made their prophecies about his future greatness, they begin to have a corrosive effect on the film, infecting everything from Shakespeare’s language to the visual world of Welles’ production. Many critics have followed Bradley’s suggestion that the Witches, and in particular their prophecies, symbolise “the evil slumbering in the hero’s soul” and “all those obscurer influences of the evil around him”. The Witches’ prophecies whisper to this insidious evil inside Macbeth and awaken it, like a latent virus, until he is consumed by his own diabolical ambition.

Shakespeare actually gave Welles (and other directors, whether cinematic or theatrical), quite a bit of flexibility when it came to portraying the witches themselves, as textually he reveals very little about them. Indeed Shakespeare leaves many unanswered questions about the witches: are they male or female, human or supernatural, real or imaged?

The opening of Macbeth is only a short, twelve-line scene that does little more than introduce the Witches and their intentions to meet Macbeth. Witchcraft was a subject of frightening spiritual concern. Shakespeare could be confident that his Witches would be viewed as more than spectacle. Though the Witches are not named directly as practitioners of witchcraft, there are several obvious indications. For example, the first two witches call upon “Graymalkin,” and then “Paddock,” while the third Witch calls to someone, or something, with “Anon!” In the Arden Shakespeare edition of Macbeth, it notes that Graymalkin is a “grey cat… a common witches’ familiar,” and Paddock refers to “a toad,” which is another animal associated with witches.

While connections have been made between Welles’ Macbeth and his earlier Federal Theatre Project outing, a 1936 stage production with an all-African American cast, known as “Voodoo” Macbeth, some of the seemingly voodoo-related elements he includes in the film can also be traced to Renaissance beliefs about magic. This type of magic would include the killing of a person by piercing a doll made in his image, inflicting sickness on a child by reciting a spell, bringing down hail on crops by burning enchanted substances, starting a fire by leaving a hexed sword in a room, and causing impotence in a bridegroom by tying knots in a piece of leather and leaving it in his proximity.These acts were usually referred to in Latin as maleficia and in English were sometimes called witchcrafts.

Willis calls Macbeth “one of the great male witches of drama,” and the character does take on a Faustian aspect for the second half of the play, one that connects the themes of supernatural evil and martial rebellion. Welles certainly played up this element: his frame moves ever closer to the camera in the second half of the film, as if he is claustrophobically asserting his dominance over the world itself, his jagged crown often appearing like horns, particularly when his face is cast in deep shadow. At about the halfway mark, Macbeth’s crown is placed upon his head while he’s looking into a warped mirror, which marks a dramatic turn in his personality as he begins to slip towards madness, an event that began in earnest with his murder of Duncan. Much like rebellion against the crown, murder itself is connected to witchcraft by several documents from Early Modern England and Europe. For example, in Nicholas Remy’s “The Persecution in Scotland” from 1591, he states that: “From the very beginning the Devil was a murderer, and never has he ceased to tempt the impious to commit slaughter and parricide. Therefore it is no wonder that, once he had caught men in his toils, his first care is to furnish them with the implements and instruct them in the practices of witchcraft.”

Macbeth’s “instruction” seems to begin immediately after he meets the Witches for the first time in I.iii, when they vanish “into the air and what seem’d corporal, Melted as breath into the wind” (I.iii.81-82). They do dissolve into the air, but, operating like Renaissance notions of the bubonic plague, transform into “filthy air” that infects Macbeth, whose moral and spiritual defenses are already weak, due to his treacherous thoughts. This evil infection spreads to everything that is associated with Macbeth: his wife, his castle, and even the natural environment that surrounds him.

The vocabulary of the Witches, depending upon whether we take these strange beings to be originators or merely responsive aspects of evil, either prompts or reflects the vocabulary or thought of the human actors.

It is likewise implied that they drive him to repeated acts of murder, generally symbolized by a dagger: whether a physical dagger, a hallucinated one, or repeated uses of the word in dialogue. In II.i, a hallucinatory dagger appears before him, showing him the way to murder. This sentiment is again echoed in III.ii, before the death of Banquo, when he invokes the night to “Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond/ Which keeps me pale!” These invocations of evil seem to grow exponentially as Macbeth becomes more dependent on the language of witchcraft.

Welles underlines this transition from war hero to warlock in typical Wellesian fashion: in a later scene, he shouts for his servant, Seyton, but his booming voice sounds a lot like he’s yelling “Satan”; moments later the man is revealed to have hanged himself, resulting in yet another body dangling by the neck from a rope in the background, all while Welles delivers the famous “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” soliloquy. These seemingly diabolical intonations mark both an increasingly mad man, a defeated one (Welles seems in turns drunk and exhausted in the second half of the film), and one who has given himself over to the diabolical. The ending of the film is notably different from conventional stagings of the play: Macduff is shown to decapitate Macbeth outright, rather than cutting off his head after he’s dead; he then flings it off the castle ramparts, echoing Lady Macbeth’s earlier suicide — where Welles brazenly depicts her launching herself over the castle walls and plunging to her death. Welles ends the film with a final shot of the Witches, who declare “the charm’s wound up,” implying that though Macbeth has met his fate at the hands of Macduff, they are ready to begin again.

Tellingly in Witches and Jesuits: Shakespare’s Macbeth, Gary Wills calls Macbeth “one of the great male witches of drama,” and the character does take on a Faustian aspect for the second half of the play, one that connects the themes of supernatural evil and martial rebellion. Welles certainly played up this element: his frame moves ever closer to the camera in the second half of the film, as if he is claustrophobically asserting his dominance over the world itself, his jagged crown often appearing like horns, particularly when his face is cast in deep shadow. At about the halfway mark, Macbeth’s crown is placed upon his head while he’s looking into a warped mirror, which marks a dramatic turn in his personality as he begins to slip towards madness, an event that began in earnest with his murder of Duncan.

Macbeth’s “instruction” seems to begin immediately after he meets the Witches for the first time in I.iii, when they vanish “into the air and what seem’d corporal, Melted as breath into the wind” (I.iii.81-82). They do dissolve into the air, but, operating like Renaissance notions of the bubonic plague, transform into “filthy air” that infects Macbeth, whose moral and spiritual defences are already weak, due to his treacherous thoughts. This evil infection spreads to everything that is associated with Macbeth: his wife, his castle, and even the natural environment that surrounds him.

It is likewise implied that the Witches drive him to repeated acts of murder, generally symbolised by a dagger: whether a physical dagger, a hallucinated one, or repeated uses of the word in dialogue. In II.i, a hallucinatory dagger appears before him, showing him the way to murder. This sentiment is again echoed in III.ii, before the death of Banquo, when he invokes the night to “Cancel, and tear to pieces, that great bond/ Which keeps me pale!” These invocations of evil seem to grow exponentially as Macbeth becomes more dependent on the language of witchcraft.

So Welles seems to echo Wills in cinematically showing how Macbeth transitions from the war hero of trope to warlock. In a later scene, he shouts for his servant, Seyton, but his booming voice sounds a lot like he’s yelling “Satan”; moments later the man is revealed to have hanged himself, resulting in yet another body dangling by the neck from a rope in the background, all while Welles delivers the famous “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” soliloquy. These seemingly diabolical intonations mark both an increasingly mad man, a defeated one (Welles seems in turns drunk and exhausted in the second half of the film), and one who has given himself over to the diabolical.

The ending of the film is notably different from conventional stagings of the play: Macduff is shown to decapitate Macbeth outright, rather than cutting off his head after he’s dead; he then flings it off the castle ramparts, echoing Lady Macbeth’s earlier suicide - where Welles brazenly depicts her launching herself over the castle walls and plunging to her death. Welles ends the film with a final shot of the Witches, who declare “the charm’s wound up,” implying that though Macbeth has met his fate at the hands of Macduff, they are ready to begin again.

It’s tempting to see this film as a story that briefly paralleled Welles’ own fate - at least in the sense that it’s about a man damned by his own monstrous ambition - as it would be his last Hollywood film for many years. Despite the fact that he got the film made in record time and with a pitiful budget, it was critically panned and its reputation wouldn’t be revalued for several decades.

Fortunately, Welles would go on to make other Shakespeare adaptations like Othello (1951) and Chimes at Midnight (1965) with European funding, though I tend to read Macbeth less as part of a Shakespearean trilogy and more as belonging to a WWII-influenced series with Journey into Fear (1943), The Stranger (1946), The Lady from Shanghai (1947), and even The Trial (1962): films about persecution, paranoia, madness, and betrayal.

All of this is to say that Welles' Macbeth, while not at first blush a terribly accessible film today, rewards scrutiny: the more one looks and listens, the more one sees and hears. In this way, Welles again proves in sync with his literary hero, for the unfolding text has riches deeper than its many famous lines. The shortest and most visual of Shakespeare's tragedies, Macbeth uniquely lends itself to cinematic adaptation: witches' brew, a prophecy of coronation, a phantom dagger, direful murder, blood that won't wash away, and the ghost who came to dinner. Welles lends the material his own distinctive visual style, marked here by stark high and low angles and prominently employed depth of field. Welles also intensifies the play's penetrating psychology by choosing close-ups as his default composition, makes strong use of montage for the witches' incantation at the film's outset, conversely (and masterfully) stages a then-unusual ten-minute-long take around the discovery of Duncan's murder, and gets an uncanny effect from slow motion during the march of Birnam Wood.

Macbeth may be among the Bard’s weakest popular plays (opinion is, of course, divided) but this is one of the better cinematic conversions. A wonderful thing about Shakespeare’s canon is that those plays can form the vehicles by which any director’s unique vision can emerge. Actors and directors before and since such as Laurence Olivier and Kenneth Branagh have recognised this.

Of course, Welles' Macbeth has also been famously divisive, having been mockingly dismissed by most upon its premiere (only a week on from Olivier's celebrated, conventional Hamlet) for Welles' bold choice to have the entire cast perform the play in a setting-appropriate Scottish brogue, for the outré costume choices (basically, Macbeth's boxy, spiky crowns), and other "crimes" of mise en scène.

Despite favourable reviews in Variety magazine and the New York Times, the film was universally panned by critics. For instance, Life magazine devoted 3 pages ridiculing it. headlined, “MURDER! Orson Welles doth foully slaughter Shakespeare in dialect version of his Tragedy of Macbeth,” and remarked of one still, “The scene opposite is not, as you might think, from a musical comedy skit in an alcoholics’ ward…”

The timing of Macbeth’s 1948 premiere, in Boston - only a week after Laurence Olivier’s much slicker, highly revered, and distinctly middle-brow Hamlet (which had already garnered a celebratory eleven-page spread in Life) opened in the same city — couldn’t have been worse. By this time, Welles had already been persuaded to withdraw Macbeth from competition at the Venice film festival with the fear of Olivier’s Hamlet stealing its thunder there.

The American public reception confirmed Republic Pictures' worst fears. The U.S. reception was so poor that Republic, in panic mode, obliged Welles to cut up to half an hour from the film (including the ten minutes of overture and exit music), add an opening voiceover to paper over some of the gaps, and to redub much of what was left without the Scottish accents - although, to his credit, studio boss Herbert J. Yates allowed Welles to carry out this work himself. Welles was also forced to accept the re-recording of dialogue because Americans couldn’t understand it.

Welles had by this time relocated to Italy to star in Black Magic and start shooting Othello (his first independent production), and had to do the re-editing of Macbeth there, with associate producer Richard Wilson serving as stateside intermediary and Welles returning briefly to Republic only to supervise the redubbing.

Predictably in Europe, it was hailed as a classic.

The great French writer, Jean Cocteau, had seen the film in Venice and he wrote: “Orson Welles’s Macbeth has a kind of crude, irreverent power. Clad in animal skins like motorists at the turn of the century, horns and cardboard crowns on their heads, his actors haunt the corridors of some dreamlike subway, an abandoned coal mine, and ruined cellars oozing with water. Not a single shot is left to chance. The camera is always placed just where destiny itself would observe its victims. Sometimes we wonder in what period this nightmare is unfolding, and when, for the first time, we see Lady Macbeth, before the camera moves back to situate her, it is almost a woman in modern dress that we are seeing, reclining on a fur-covered divan beside the telephone.”

André Bazin, the influential and renowned French film critic and theorist who was to write a book on Orson Welles, thought in similar terms, “This tarred cardboard decor, these barbaric Scots, dressed in animal skins and brandishing some sort of gnarled wooden cross-thrower, these unusual places dripping with water, dominated by mists that never let you guess a sky where one doubts that there are stars, literally form a universe of prehistory, not that of our ancestors the Gauls or the Celts, but of a prehistory of consciousness at the birth of time and sin, when heaven and earth, water and fire, good and evil are not yet distinctly separated.”

Not all versions of Macbeth are successful. A 2015 adaptation (starring Michael Fassbender and Marion Cotillard) was inert. The sometimes-lauded 1971 Roman Polanski interpretation was bloody and at times cartoonish. But Orson Welles’ 1948 film remains a respected classic and arguably Akira Kurosawa’s Throne of Blood may be the best Macbeth of all, despite not using a single line of Shakespeare’s dialogue (and changing the setting and names). It is intriguing to speculate whether Kurosawa ever saw Welles’ Macbeth as it would seem Throne of Blood owes a great debt to Welles’s film in terms of spooky imagery and powerful visual impressions.

Still, the caveat, which is often the case with direct adaptations of Shakespeare, is that The Tragedy of Macbeth requires some heavy lifting. The viewer has to engage with the movie because Shakespearean dialogue needs to be processed. This is a well-made, artistically effective motion picture but its appeal is limited to those who appreciate movies that are driven as much by the aesthetics as the narrative.

This is ironic because Welles was both an aristocrat and a populist whose taste was both highbrow and lowbrow - and thus diametrically opposed to the middle-brow, middle-class taste that ruled American culture at mid-century, especially when it came to William Shakespeare - Welles, born in 1915, was as much a child of the nineteenth century as he was a prophet of the twentieth, which meant that his view of Shakespeare harked back to the time when Shakespeare was a staple of American popular “low“ culture, not a prized exhibit in elitist and effete “high” culture.

Unlike Ken Branagh, who came the closest of any recent director in making a genuine attempt of ‘Shakespeare for the masses,’ Orson Welles had similar sincere ambitions in attempting to bring a vital and in some ways radical ‘Shakespeare from the Provinces’. Ultimately Welles’ film foundered in an era when mass media were increasingly redirected to more profit-generating and non-intellectual entertainment. Welles’ ended up with a more cultured audience watching his film.

But it doesn’t mean it’s all style and no substance. It’s both, and that is a great feat. In this heavily symbolist tragedy Macbeth, William Shakespeare consistently describes the interplay of darkness and light, of darkness as death, murder and other "dark" deeds, and of light as life, righteous justice, and truth, shining into the corners where evil lurks. The graphic intensity of Orson Welles' black-and-white 1948 film, then, isn't merely for show, but a carefully considered symbolist staging for screen, meant to complement the Bard's immortal poetry. Shadows and fog compete with fire and torches, in keeping with lines like Lady Macbeth's "Come thick night/And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,/That my keen knife see not the wound it makes,/Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,/To cry, 'Hold, hold!’

In the end Welles’ greatest achievement may well have been that he held his own cinematic power close to matching Shakespeare’s powerful prose and therefore cinematic language to higher level. In doing so he - along with Kurosawa’s Throne in Blood - could, like Shakespeare, amalgamate many different cultural influences, ranging from both “high” and “low” culture, in order to create a highly original, powerful, and – crucially – autonomous work of art.

By liberating his film from the constraints of Shakespeare’s language, and instead embracing the interplay of different filmic styles, Welles - like Kurosawa - enabled subsequent generations of directors such as Celestino Coronado, Derek Jarman and Peter Greenaway to pursue their own artistic vision of Shakespeare through a language of film, rather than of verse.

#welles #orson welles #macbeth #film #movie #cinema #shakespeare #play #culture #poetry #literature #arts

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Did anyone ask about your fnaf au yet? I wanna know.

anon i fucking love u i was starting to lose hope

LETS GO THEN :)

tw for child death, possession, alcohol, fire, gore in general

Mechanic Tears (A FNAF AU)

Starting strong, Techno and Wilbur met in college, both in different majors (Techno in English, Wilbur going Music), and discover the mutual interest in robots, specially animatronics and AI. Together, they both join in the robotics major, quitting their former. Its around this time that Wilbur meets Sally, a free-lancer artist that sang in the bar next of the university

Time pass, both Wilbur and Techno finally getting what was their first peak and they are confident they can build some state of art animatronics. Wilbur already has Fundy, with Tubbo on the way, and Techno has already 'adopted' Ranboo at this point. They both turn to the kids and decide to take their opinions on the design of the robots

Thats how the first generation of Fungi the Fox and Enderchest the Cat are born, animatronics that could double as suits. Sally gives the opinion of making a restaurant, a pizzeria maybe, and use the animatronics as entertainment. One year later, Ender & Fungi Family Diner was opening to the public

The restaurant is a success, and the lives of both families are sky rocketing. Wilbur and Techno have the chance to hire their old friend, Phil, as the manager, because they wouldn't skip the chance to help a friend

With the sucess, soon they planned new animatronics and a new pizzeria. Tubbo was already a smart kid, that always gave a lot of trouble to Fundy when the brothers were alone, so Wilbur took his opinion on the new animatronic. Techno, being the one to design a second one, decides to be self-indulgent for once

And there it surged Michael Underscore, the undead pig (Tubbo had a really wild imagination) , and Steve, the Polar Bear (Steve was a bear that sat on his cave, reading and reenacting old Greek myths to the kids. Techno was a nerd)

After a coin flip that ended up with Wilbur as the winner, Fungi & Co Pizzeria open to big success, once again improving their life. With the second generation, most commonly called the Classic Versions, of Enderchest and Fungi plus Steve and Michael as the stars

Sadly, Sally was starting to get sick around this time. Not wanting to risk something, she convinces Wilbur to adopt just one more kid. She loved to see the house full and she believed just another one would be perfect

So, they adopt Tommy

And, for a brief moment, it was perfect. Their family was happy, the kids felt right at home in both pizzerias, nothing could shatter that

Until, it did. Sally died some time later and completely destroyed the Soot family, Wilbur specifically. Fundy had to take the parent role, being helped a lot by Techno, while Wilbur spiraled into despair and alcohol to help his grief

Trying to get better and prove to himself he wasnt broken, Wilbur quits his partnership with Techno (still in good terms) and starts an entire new brand of pizzeria

This is finally time to Tommy to pick a design, being the family tradition at this point, and so the face of the new pizzeria appears: Party Henry, a cow animatronic that could play music (even vinyl disks!!), dispense soda, dance and interact with kids, plus a hidden feature that gave the robot the ability to make cotton candy, being a surprise that Wilbur made

The older 2 designs Wilbur had, Fungi and Michael, were remade as the new lineage of the Party Animatronics

As the forth animatronic, Wilbur made a mermaid. The robot could walk around in two legs and have them transformed back into a tail when sat on a rock on its stage. The animatronic could sing and had a beautiful red, almost orange, hair. No one stopped Wilbur when he named it Sally the Salmon (for some reason), maybe that was his way to cope

Not satisfied with how the AI of the animatronics used to be, Wilbur went far and beyond with this set. It was smart. Way too smart. Focused on entertainment, of course, and always learning the best way to keep the guests happy, but nothing restrained the AI to change focus. Which really distracted him of other things, like clear defects on some animatronics that could have been fixed

Party Henry Pizza World opened and it was a big hit right at its first day! A lot of people had heard about the famous engineer Soot and his new big project, and all wanted to see it

Sadly, things didn't end up good at the restaurant. When both Tubbo and Tommy locked themselves at the room dedicated to Party Henry, the animatronic produced some cotton candy for Tommy, and a glitch happened in the animatronic's system, the kid being pulled into the opening on Party Henry's chest and being trapped within the machinery. He suffocated to death

Tubbo was deeply traumatized, and the two other Soot family members were not that far behind. Fundy closing himself to the world and Wilbur closing himself inside the Party Henry's Rental and Entertainment warehouse, trying to know what the fuck he did wrong and how he could have messed so much that he ended up killing his own son

Which, well, end up in more alcohol

Meanwhile, Techno was trying to plan something to help his best friend

Ranboo already had turned into a close friend to Tubbo, slowing helping him with his trauma, so Techno was sure he got that front covered. Techno then made a new animatronic, a security marionette, to always be in check of kids, so a Tommy-Situation didnt happen again. And so, he called Wilbur to check it one night, while Techno was still working at the Family Diner

Since Ranboo was still to convince Tubbo to go with him to the Diner, he was all by himself when a couple of mean kids decided to temper with him, kicking him out in the rain at the back alley

Thats when Wilbur comes by, drunk, and accidentally hits Ranboo. He does his best to save the kid, but it was too late. Wilbur flees from the scene

The marionette manages to go after Ranboo, breaking down in the rain while trying to cover the lanky body of the kid

Tubbo has a shift after the news, becoming more scared and nervous, which once again distraught Fundy to the point he closes himself even more

Which doesnt help when those same bullies put Tubbo right into Fungi's mouth when they are celebrating Tubbo's birthday at the Family Diner

After Tubbo dies, Wilbur sends Fundy to a boarding school, trying to protect Fundy but only breaking their relationship apart

While alone, and desperate, still working at the underground facility and on Party Henry, and thats how he finally discovers that Tommy's spirit is still there, soaking the animatronic with agony and something called remnant, haunted metal powered by bad emotions that basically trapped souls. He also tests the Fungi animatronic that killed Tubbo, finding the same results. And so, Wilbur slowly starts to lose it, now fully believing theres a way to bring his boys back

Meanwhile, Techno closes the Family Diner, retiring the old two animatronics, now withered, and leaving them in the storage room of the Fungi & Co pizzeria, also bringing the security marionette and re purposing it as a small attraction in Prize Corner, not knowing about the soul hunting the robot

Wilbur wouldn't risk hurting any part of his kids soul, so, he just does what he thinks he needs to be done. He was so close to fixing his family that he snapped, not thinking straight when he went to the pizzeria and put the withered Enderchest suit

He attracts five tweens, one of them being the birthday boy, and just does the deed, trying to turn himself away from it.

A girl with blond short hair, Niki, goes into the classic Fungi animatronic. Another blond kid, nickname apparently being Purpled, goes into Steve. The boy with the very distinct name of Jack Manifold easily fits into the Michael suit. The third boy, Eryn, is easy to put into the classic Enderchest. Wilbur, still with an intoxicated mind, forgot where to put the fifth kid, the birthday, the terror of what he did finally hitting him as Wilbur decides to run away, leaving Quackity behind

Its Ranboo, possessing Marionette, that places Quackity into the withered Fungi suit, not knowing Tubbo's spirit already possessed it, making the two souls share the body. At the end, Wilbur was right, the animatronic actually ended up becoming hunted, but he never went back to check

After the missing kids drama, Techno shuts down the pizzeria, giving the ownership to Phil as he decides to just distance himself from all the tragedies. Wilbur does something similar, planing to move somewhere far away

Phil then starts to plan a new business plan, first step being contracting someone new to take care of the animatronics, people said they were really starting to smell bad

And, as time passed, Fundy was finally out of the boarding school and going back home. He planned to make amends with Wilbur, maybe, start on a new page

But Wilbur had other plans. He couldnt discover how to save his sons, but maybe Fundy would. Fundy was a smart kid, and probably an even smarter adult. He could solve it

Wilbur, right before Fundy comes back, writes everything. All about remnant and agony, at least all Wilbur could discover, and also writes a set of orders: "1) Go to Party Henry's Rental and Entertainment / 2) Use the recommendation card I wrote and get a job as a technician / 3) Work at the night shift, down the facility / 4) Take care of him". Right by the order list, was the recommendation letter

As a last note, written on a post it, it only read "Save Tommy"

Fundy believed his dad went nuts. And now Wilbur didnt even answered his calls or left a trail to where he might have been gone to

Fundy felt alone, but that wasn't the first time that Wilbur had sent him away

He decides to obey the orders. It was a job, after all, and it paid well. He really wanted to live by himself at this point

So, Fundy now finds himself going down the elevator, trying to understand why the fuck his dad mentioned that Tommy would be down there

I decided to end here :) all the set is placed for the domino sequence, basically :D

#mechanical tears #AN AU AGAIN :DDD #anyway will i tag this??? of course im a clout chaser #fundy #wilbur soot #tubbo #tommyinnit #guys this fits perfect the Aftons are british and most of the Soots are british i cracked the code

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Mammoth List of Feminist/Girl Power Books (200 + Books)

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Brazen: Rebel Ladies Who Rocked the World by Pénélope Bagieu, Montana Kane (Translator)

Rejected Princesses: Tales of History's Boldest Heroines, Hellions, and Heretics by Jason Porath

Tough Mothers: Amazing Stories of History’s Mightiest Matriarchs by Jason Porath

Women in Science: 50 Fearless Pioneers Who Changed the World by Rachel Ignotofsky

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Wonder Women: 25 Innovators, Inventors, and Trailblazers Who Changed History by Sam Maggs

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Warrior Women: 3000 Years of Courage and Heroism by Robin Cross & Rosalind Miles

Women Who Dared: 52 Stories of Fearless Daredevils, Adventurers, and Rebels by Linda Skeers & Livi Gosling

100 Nasty Women of History by Hannah Jewell

The Warrior Queens by Antonia Fraser

Sea Queens: Women Pirates Around the World by Jane Yolen

The Book of Gutsy Women: Favorite Stories of Courage and Resilience by Hillary Rodham Clinton & Chelsea Clinton

Fight Like a Girl: 50 Feminists Who Changed the World by Laura Barcella

Samurai Women 1184–1877 by Stephen Turnbull

A Black Woman Did That by Malaika Adero

Tales from Behind the Window by Edanur Kuntman

Amazons, Abolitionists, and Activists: A Graphic History of Women's Fight for Their Rights by Mikki Kendall

Witches and Pagans: Women in European Folk Religion, 700-1100 by Max Dashu

Mad and Bad: Real Heroines of the Regency by Bea Koch

Modern HERstory: Stories of Women and Nonbinary People Rewriting History by Blair Imani

Individual and Group Portraits of Real, Amazing Women Throughout History

Alice Paul and the Fight for Women's Rights: From the Vote to the Equal Rights Amendment by Deborah Kops

Vanguard: How Black Women Broke Barriers, Won the Vote, and Insisted on Equality for All by Martha S. Jones

Ruth Bader Ginsburg: A Life by Jane Sherron De Hart

The Firebrand and the First Lady: Portrait of a Friendship: Pauli Murray, Eleanor Roosevelt, and the Struggle for Social Justice by Patricia Bell-Scott

I Am Malala: The Story of the Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban by Malala Yousafzai, Christina Lamb

Life Undercover: Coming of Age in the CIA by Amaryllis Fox

Native Country of the Heart: A Memoir by Cherríe L. Moraga

The Soul of a Woman by Isabel Allende

Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly

Ashley's War: The Untold Story of a Team of Women Soldiers on the Special Ops Battlefield by Gayle Tzemach Lemmon

Alice Diamond and the Forty Elephants: The Female Gang That Terrorised London by Brian McDonald

Women Against the Raj: The Rani of Jhansi Regiment by Joyce Chapman Lebra

Girls to the Front: The True Story of the Riot Grrrl Revolution by Sara Marcus

The Amazons: Lives and Legends of Warrior Women Across the Ancient World by Adrienne Mayor

Rise of the Rocket Girls: The Women Who Propelled Us, from Missiles to the Moon to Mars by Nathalia Holt

The Women of WWII (Non-Fiction)

Women Heroes of World War II: 26 Stories of Espionage, Sabotage, Resistance, and Rescue by Kathryn J. Atwood

Skyward: The Story of Female Pilots in WWII by Sally Deng

The Women with Silver Wings: The Inspiring True Story of the Women Airforce Service Pilots of World War II by Katherine Sharp Landdeck

The Unwomanly Face of War: An Oral History of Women in World War II by Svetlana Alexievich, Richard Pevear (Translation), Larissa Volokhonsky (Translation)

Les Parisiennes: How the Women of Paris Lived, Loved, and Died Under Nazi Occupation by Anne Sebba

To Serve My Country, to Serve My Race: The Story of the Only African-American Wacs Stationed Overseas During World War II by Brenda L. Moore

Standing Up Against Hate: How Black Women in the Army Helped Change the Course of WWII by Mary Cronk Farrell

Sisters and Spies: The True Story of WWII Special Agents Eileen and Jacqueline Nearne by Susan Ottaway

A Woman of No Importance: The Untold Story of the American Spy Who Helped Win World War II by Sonia Purnell

The White Mouse by Nancy Wake

Code Name Hélène by Ariel Lawhon

Code Girls: The Untold Story of the American Women Code Breakers Who Helped Win World War II by Liza Mundy

Tomorrow to be Brave: A Memoir of the Only Woman Ever to Serve in the French Foreign Legion by Susan Travers & Wendy Holden

Pure Grit: How WWII Nurses in the Pacific Survived Combat and Prison Camp by Mary Cronk Farrell

Sisterhood of Spies by Elizabeth P. McIntosh

Spy Princess: The Life of Noor Inayat Khan by Shrabani Basu

Women in the Holocaust by Dalia Ofer

The Light of Days: The Untold Story of Women Resistance Fighters in Hitler's Ghettos by Judy Batalion

Night Witches: The Untold Story of Soviet Women in Combat by Bruce Myles

The Soviet Night Witches: Brave Women Bomber Pilots of World War II by Pamela Jain Dell

A Thousand Sisters: The Heroic Airwomen of the Soviet Union in World War II by Elizabeth Wein

A Dance with Death: Soviet Airwomen in World War II by Anne Noggle

Avenging Angels: The Young Women of the Soviet Union's WWII Sniper Corps by Lyuba Vinogradova

The Women of WWII (Fiction)

Among the Red Stars by Gwen C. Katz

Night Witches by Kathryn Lasky

Night Witches by Mirren Hogan

Night Witch by S.J. McCormack

Flygirl by Sherri L. Smith

Daughters of the Night Sky by Aimie K. Runyan

The Lost Girls of Paris by Pam Jenoff

Code Name Verity series by Elizabeth Wein

Front Lines trilogy by Michael Grant

The Alice Network by Kate Quinn

All-Girl Teams (Fiction)

The Seafire trilogy by Natalie C. Parker

Elysium Girls by Kate Pentecost

The Good Luck Girls by Charlotte Nicole Davis

The Effigies trilogy by Sarah Raughley

Guardians of the Dawn series by S. Jae-Jones

Wolf-Light by Yaba Badoe

Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson

Burned and Buried by Nino Cipri

This Is What It Feels Like by Rebecca Barrow

The Wild Ones: A Broken Anthem for a Girl Nation by Nafiza Azad

We Rule the Night by Claire Eliza Bartlett

Tigers, Not Daughters by Samantha Mabry

The All-Girl Filling Station's Last Reunion by Fannie Flagg

Saving CeeCee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman

Bad Girls Never Say Die by Jennifer Mathieu

The Secret Life of Prince Charming by Deb Caletti

Kamikaze Girls by Novala Takemoto, Akemi Wegmüller (Translator)

The Island of Sea Women by Lisa See

The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry

The Scapegracers by Hannah Abigail Clarke

Sisters in Sanity by Gayle Forman

The Scandalous Sisterhood of Prickwillow Place by Julie Berry

The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires by Grady Hendrix

The Lost Girls by Sonia Hartl

Hell's Belles series by Sarah MacLean

Jackdaws by Ken Follett

The Farmerettes by Gisela Tobien Sherman

A Sisterhood of Secret Ambitions by Sheena Boekweg

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Stepsister by Jennifer Donnelly

Poisoned by Jennifer Donnelly

Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust

The Girl Who Fell Beneath The Sea by Axie Oh

Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins by Emma Donoghue

Doomed by Laura Pohl

The Seventh Bride by T. Kingfisher

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Seven Endless Forests by April Genevieve Tucholke

The Queens of Innis Lear by Tessa Gratton

A Thousand Nights by E.K. Johnston

Kate Crackernuts by Katharine M. Briggs

Legendborn series by Tracy Deonn

One for All by Lillie Lainoff

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Sawkill Girls by Claire Legrand

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Crying Laughing by Lance Rubin

Stand Up, Yumi Chung by Jessica Kim

This Will Be Funny Someday by Katie Henry

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Pretty Funny for a Girl by Rebecca Elliot

Bossypants by Tina Fey

We Killed: The Rise of Women in American Comedy by Yael Kohen

The Girl in the Show: Three Generations of Comedy, Culture, and Feminism by Anna Fields

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Redefining Realness: My Path to Womanhood, Identity, Love & So Much More by Janet Mock

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American Transgirl by Faith DaBrooke

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The Witch Boy series by Molly Ostertag

Uncomfortable Labels: My Life as a Gay Autistic Trans Woman by Laura Kate Dale

She's Not There: A Life in Two Genders by Jennifer Finney Boylan

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Wandering Son by Takako Shimura

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

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Women Are Some Kind of Magic trilogy by Amanda Lovelace

Wild Embers: Poems of Rebellion, Fire and Beauty by Nikita Gill

Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul by Nikita Gill

Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths and Monsters by Nikita Gill

The Girl and the Goddess by Nikita Gill

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Misogyny: The World's Oldest Prejudice by Jack Holland

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Colonize This!: Young Women of Color on Today's Feminism by Bushra Rehman

Feminism is for Everybody: Passionate Politics by bell hooks

Here We Are: Feminism for the Real World by Kelly Jensen

The Equality Illusion by Kat Banyard

White Feminism: From the Suffragettes to Influencers and Who They Leave Behind by Koa Beck

Everyday Sexism by Laura Bates

I Have the Right To by Chessy Prout & Jenn Abelson

Feminism and Nationalism in the Third World by Kumari Jayawardena

The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir

How to Suppress Women's Writing by Joanna Russ

Invisible No More: Police Violence Against Black Women and Women of Color by Andrea Ritchie

Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism by bell hooks

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment by Patricia Hill Collins

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Half the Sky: Turning Oppression Into Opportunity for Women Worldwide by Nicholas D. Kristof & Sheryl WuDinn

Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde

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Difficult Women by Roxane Gay

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body by Roxane Gay

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture by Roxane Gay

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color by by Cherríe Moraga & Gloria Anzaldúa

Power Shift: The Longest Revolution by Sally Armstrong

Eloquent Rage: A Black Feminist Discovers Her Superpower by Brittney Cooper

Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot by Mikki Kendall

Had It Coming: What's Fair in the Age of #MeToo? by Robyn Doolittle

She Said: Breaking the Sexual Harassment Story that Helped Ignite a Movement by Jody Kantor & Megan Twohey

#Notyourprincess: Voices of Native American Women by Lisa Charleyboy

Girl Rising: Changing the World One Girl at a Time by Tanya Lee Stone

Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers: Monstrosity, Patriarchy, and the Fear of Female Power by Sady Doyle

Sisterhood is Powerful: An Anthology of Writings from the Women's Liberation Movement by Robin Morgan (Editor)

Girls Make Media by Mary Celeste Kearney

Rock She Wrote: Women Write about Rock, Pop, and Rap by Evelyn McDonnell (Editor)

You Play the Girl: And Other Vexing Stories That Tell Women Who They Are by Carina Chocano

Things We Didn't Talk About When I Was a Girl: A Memoir by Jeannie Vanasco

The Portable Nineteenth-Century African American Women Writers by Henry Louis Gates Jr. (Editor), Hollis Robbins (Editor)

Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman by Lindy West

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

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The Edge of Anything by Nora Shalaway Carpenter

Kat and Meg Conquer the World by Anna Priemaza

Talk Before Sleep by Elizabeth Berg

The Female of the Species by Mandy McGinnis

Pulp by Robin Talley

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera

How to Save a Life by Sara Zarr

That Summer by Sarah Dessen

Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen

Honey, Baby, Sweetheart by Deb Caletti

The Girl With the Louding Voice by Abi Daré

Mrs. Everything by Jennifer Weiner

Beauty Queens by Libba Bray

Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

American Girls by Alison Umminger

Don't Think Twice by Ruth Pennebaker

The Color Purple by Alice Walker

In Love & Trouble: Stories of Black Women by Alice Walker

You Can't Keep a Good Woman Down: Stories by Alice Walker

Wonder Woman: Warbringer by Leigh Bardugo

Sula by Toni Morrison

Rose Sees Red by Cecil Castellucci

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik

Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu

Rules for Being a Girl by Candace Bushnell & Katie Cotugno

None of the Above by I.W. Gregorio

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

Orlando by Virginia Woolf

Everything Must Go by Jenny Fran Davis

The House on Olive Street by Robyn Carr

Orange Is the New Black by Piper Kerman

Queens of Geek by Jen Wilde

Lady Luck's Map of Vegas by Barbara Samuel

Fan the Fame by Anna Priemaza

Puddin' by Julie Murphy

A Heart in a Body in the World by Deb Caletti

Gravity Brings Me Down by Natale Ghent

Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See

The Summer of Impossibilities by Rachael Allen

The Dead Girls of Hysteria Hall by Katie Alender

Don't Tell a Soul by Kirsten Miller

After the Ink Dries by Cassie Gustafson Girl, Unframed by Deb Caletti

We Are the Ashes, We Are the Fire by Joy McCullough

Maybe He Just Likes You by Barbara Dee

Things a Bright Girl Can Do by Sally Nicholls

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart

Uprising by Margaret Peterson Haddix

The Cure for Dreaming by Cat Winters

Dress Coded by Carrie Firestone

The Prettiest by Brigit Young

Don't Judge Me by Lisa Schroeder

The Roommate by Rosie Danan

Tomboy: A Graphic Memoir by Liz Prince

Surpassing the Love of Men: Romantic Friendship and Love Between Women from the Renaissance to the Present by Lillian Faderman

All the Single Ladies: Unmarried Women and the Rise of an Independent Nation by Rebecca Traister

Paper Girls comic series by Brian K. Vaughan

Heavy Vinyl comic series by Carly Usdin

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ellewritesathing · 4 years

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Infernal IX

Summary: In your sleepy little town of Greendale, nothing ever slept for long. And ever since October, everything felt like it was waking up. Everything except for you, that is. One teensy trip to Hell (and an infuriatingly cute guy) later and suddenly you felt wide awake.

Word-count: 2k+

Masterlist Prev. | Part 9

A/N: sorry for dropping of the face of the earth!! i’ve been super overwhelmed with uni but here we are 💕 enjoy the angst

When you went to her for help to face the Absolute Dark, Lilith had told you that you could feed on the dark and absorb its power. Even after unbinding your powers, you were left with more power than ever before. You were warned about the dangers of power, but no one told you how consuming it would be. There wasn't a moment that went by that you didn't draw on the Darkness, and almost all you could think about was testing the limits of your power. Every day was a new attempt at mastery, sometimes in the form of controlling a jerk who went too far and other times by tearing through the pages of a grimoire. You'd missed school. You hadn’t talked to your friends in days. For the first time in your life, you were selfish.

You thought Caliban would have liked the new, rebellious version of you better - Lilith certainly did - but he’d been acting strangely ever since the incident at the Paramount. He was more closed-off with you than before, more hesitant with what he said or did to you. At first, his concern for your safety was amusing, but now it just infuriated you. You felt watched and alone even when you were with him.

If he didn’t trust you anymore, then Caliban should just leave.

The flame on the wick exploded, and you cursed as you shook out your burnt palm and scowled at the ruined ritual in front of you. Exploring the Celestial Realm would have to wait.

“Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound upon a wheel of fire.”

“That mine own tears do scald like molten lead.” With a sigh, you lowered your palm to your side and turned to face the familiar voice in the corner of your room. “King Lear.”

Caliban’s mouth turned up into a smile. “You’ve been reading.” He leaned easily against your doorframe, seemingly forgetting how your last interaction had blown up.

“I’ve had time,” you said. You crossed your arms over your chest as you walked closer. “What are you doing here?”

Caliban shrugged and stepped closer. “Quiet day in Hell. I thought we could talk.”

“And what do you want to talk about today?”

Caliban reached a hand out to the side of your neck, but you didn’t move. His touch was frosty. “Theo says you haven’t been at school. He was worried about you.”

Your voice caught in your throat. The Darkness stirred at the idea of your friends talking about you behind your back. “I didn’t know you two were so close.”

“Well, since Rosalind is dating Huckleberry Finn, so Theo is my favorite…” Caliban sucked in a breath when you didn’t respond to his joke. He dropped his hand and looked down for a moment. “Have you given any more thought to my offer?”

“Your offer to fix me?”

“That isn't what I said.”

“But it’s what you meant.” You poked his chest angrily. “Because you think there’s something wrong with me.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.” Caliban’s easy sense of calm faltered as he reached for your hand. He wasn't used to being vulnerable or trying so hard. “Please, will you just listen to me for a moment? This much Darkness is dangerous. It’s changing you.”

“Have you ever thought this is how I’m supposed to be?” You stepped closer and lowered your voice. “I’m Lilith's heir. I’m made of darkness.”

“This isn’t who you are.”

“Yes, it is!”

The candles behind you reignited, their flames exploding to touch your ceiling. You ripped your hands away and stumbled back. Even with all the arguing you'd done and all Darkness in your veins, you’d never yelled at Caliban before then. You breathed heavy, unsteady breaths, trying to get your heart to stop racing and your hands to stop shaking.

Despite his furrowed brow and stormy eyes, Caliban was rooted to the spot just in front of your door. His hand twitched to help you, but he didn’t make any other movements.

“There is nothing wrong with me, do you understand? I’m not broken.”

Caliban’s lips parted, but lightning cracked in your room before he got the chance to speak. The candles were snuffed out in the blinding light, and for a moment, the room was deathly still. The hair on your arms stood on end.

Lilith’s cry brought you back to reality. She clutched her ginormous belly in one hand and clung to one of the minions with her other. When she opened her eyes, instead of explaining, she zeroed in on Caliban. “What is he doing here?”

“He was just leaving,” you said before he could answer. As angry as you were with him, you weren’t going to let your mother hurt him.

Caliban smiled, but it wasn’t as warm as before; his smile was something rueful and tight-lipped. He bowed, twirling his hand as he did, and said, “As you wish,” before disappearing in Hellfire.

It would have hurt less if he stuck a dagger in your chest and twisted.

Lilith screamed again as she crumpled to her knees. Glaring up at you, she forced out, “Something’s wrong with my baby. Take me to Zelda Spellman.”

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Growing up, it had always been you and your dad. He taught you how to tie your shoes, tried an awfully intricate hairstyle for your first day of school, and read you a story every night before bed. As much as you loved him, it always felt as though your family was missing something. Having long given up on your mom ever coming home, you asked him if you could have a little brother. He promised that one day, when you’d probably forgotten that you asked in the first place, you’d get a little brother.

It was an easy lie to get you to stop asking about having a family - except, as you held the sleeping lump in your arms, you realized that your dad never lied to you. This perfect, troublesome little lump was all you’d ever wanted.

“What do you want to name him?” Lilith asked. You turned away from the window to face her as she pulled herself into a sitting position. She winced slightly as she did, more out of annoyance than pain.

“What?”

Rolling her eyes, she repeated, “What do you want to name him?”

“I don’t know,” you said quietly. Looking down at his face, it was hard to believe he came into this world without a name. It was hard to believe that you’d only had him a few hours at most. “Michael?”

“Less angelic,” Lilith critiqued, taking a long sip from the healing elixir Hilda had given her. Her disdain for herbalism was clear on the look of her face.

You huffed, rocking slightly on your heel to keep him sleeping. “His name is Adam.”

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you thought about it, sounding offhand but packing a punch. Lilith’s grip on the glass turned her fingers bone white. After an icy second, she repeated the name to herself. A wicked smile covered her features. “Adam,” she hummed. “I could agree to that, on the condition that-”

A knock sounded at the door and Lilith froze. Whoever was outside knocked again and you heard Zelda mumbling as the door handle turned and Lilith told them to come inside. She pulled you and Adam closer to her side. Uncharacteristically patient for her, Lilith waited for the witches to shuffle inside and explain that the Lords of Hell were asking to pay tribute to Adam.

The Uninvited had been the Darkness' family. When they were trapped in the alternate reality of Sabrina's dollhouse, the Darkness had lashed out with a white-hot fury, pushing angrily at your ribs and trying to break out. The thought of Adam being taken away from made the Darkness just as angry, but the scary thing was that it made you even angrier.

“Pay tribute?” Lilith scoffed, reaching to take Adam from your arms. Reluctantly, you let her take him. “They are here for one reason and one reason only: to kill my baby.” Before either of the Spellmans could respond, she added, “The baby you just delivered, Zelda Spellman.”

Zelda knotted her hands together. “Very well. Let’s give them the welcome they deserve.” Turning to the witches, “Ladies, if you’ll follow me.”

“Actually…” you stepped forward and tilted your chin up. “I’d like to have a word with them.”

Zelda faltered for the first time in all the years you’d known her. She might have known about your powers, but it must have been difficult for her to process that the child that brought her dandelions each spring was a demon. “Alright,” she said with a nod. “We will be right beside you.”

With a nod of your own, you led the way to the Academy gates. Your chest buzzed at the idea of being one of these witches, butterflies fluttering through the Darkness with all the excitement. Standing in front of the Lords, you clenched your tingling fingertips. They were as unpleasant to look at as the day you met them.

“What do you want?”

They looked at each other for a moment before one of them nodded and the other said, “Word has reached the Infernal Palace that a babe was born of Lucifer’s concubine, Lilith. We come bearing gifts?”

“Aren’t there supposed to be three of you?” With each word, you took a step down the gates. Pointing a finger at the gifts in their hands, you asked, “With gold, frankincense, and myrrh instead of these … trinkets?”

The other one pulled the box close to himself. Asmodeus, if you remembered right. “Bite your tongue, you insolent child. We come at the Dark Lord’s behest.”

You tilted your head to the side. Letting the Darkness seep into your veins, you told him. “Bite your tongue.” He frowned, blinking slowly. “I said: Bite your tongue, and because you didn’t do it right the first time, now I want you to bite it off.”

His voice rose, but all that came out were a few strangled noises before Asmodeus’ eyes glazed over, the box fell to the ground, and blood oozed out of his mouth. He spat his tongue into his hands, coughing and trying to speak, as Beelzebub cursed you.

He didn't get very far before Darkness tinged your vision as you turned to him. You didn’t have to speak this time to control him, just wave a hand and watch him fall to his knees.

“We will not leave-” he grit his teeth as he struggled against the weight of your will “-without the babe.”

Bending down, you grabbed one of the horns on the top of his head to pull his face up to meet your own. “No.” You smiled. “No, I don’t think you’ll be leaving here at all.”

You threw his head to the side and took a step back, watching Asmodeus choke on his own blood and Beelzebub writhe. The Darkness filled your body, and the world grew so still that your heart didn’t dare disturb it by beating. In a cold, distant voice, you recited your most familiar spell.

“Ater ignus, fusce fume.” Beelzebub yelled. You clenched a fist to force his mouth shut. “Te evoco ut potentium tuam monstres.” A spark ignited, right between each of their shoulder blades. “Cupidibus flammis hic veni.” The flames licked their backs, growing taller and darker by the second. “Caelo sub isto, harc arborem consumo.” The puddle of Asmodeus’ blood caught alight, illuminating his wretched face as it burned. “Lucem tenebrasque tuas monstra. Impetuum tuum evoco ad devorandum.” Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and let the Darkness consume all three of you. “Hanc arborem ac omnes hospitas devora.”

The flames erupted in front of you, blinding your eyes and knocking you off your feet. You were dimly aware of the witches screaming your name and the rush of heels against cobblestones as something sticky and cold dripped down your face. Not tears. Or blood.

Only Darkness.

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shakespearenews · 3 years

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From left, Mr. Cullum, Michael Cerveris and Martha Plimpton in "Cymbeline" (2007).

“A Lifetime of Roles, Sometimes Two at a Time”

“Mr. Cullum has amassed a rock-solid reputation as a classical actor, one that extends back to Shakespeare in the Park performances in its earliest days, including a 1962 “King Lear” directed by Joseph Papp and a memorable Laertes opposite Richard Burton’s Hamlet. He credits his skill at the classics in part to persistence and in part to a begrudging apprenticeship on another “Lear” early in his career: “I had just given this incredible audition as Edgar, if I do say so myself, but the director, Philip Lawrence, asked if I would be his stage manager instead. We’d hold auditions all day and drink martinis all night, and I learned more about Shakespeare in that stretch than I ever did before or since.”

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the-hottest-band-tournament · 4 months

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Round Two

Modern English

Defeated opponents: Dinosaur Jr.

Formed in: 1979

Genres: New wave, post punk

Lineup: Robbie Grey – vocals

Gary McDowell – guitars

Stephen Walker – keyboards

Michael Conroy – bass, violin

Richard Brown – drums, percussion

Albums from the 80s:

Mesh & Lace (1981)

After the Snow (1982)

Gathering Dust EP (1983)

Ricochet Days (1984)

Stop Start (1986)

Propaganda:

Santana

Defeated opponents: The Alan Parsons Project

Formed in: 1966

Genres: Latin rock, blues rock

Lineup: Alex Ligertwood – vocals, rhythm guitar

Carlos Santana – guitar, vocals

Richard Baker – keyboards

Gregg Rolie – organ, vocals

David Margen – bass Graham Lear – drums

Armando Peraza – congas, bongos, vocals

Raul Rekow – congas, vocals

Orestes Vilató – timbales, vocals

Albums from the 80s:

Zebop! (1981)

Shangó (1982)

Beyond Appearances (1985)

The Very Best of Santana (1986)

Freedom (1987)

Viva Santana! (1988)

Propaganda:

#round 2 #modern english #santana #robbie grey #Gary mcdowell #stephen walker #michael conroy #Richard brown #Alex ligertwood #carlos santana #richard baker #gregg rolie #david margen #armando peraza #raul rekow #Orestes vilató #the hottest 80s band tournament #the hottest 80s band tourney

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whomp-whump · 5 years

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Michael's mouth was a sloppy, fleshy wound. His tongue slid over the empty gums, and it scared him every time how easy it went: a feeling of dread deep into his stomach. There was a picture over the fireplace at Lear’s base where he was smiling.

The spoon stopped a few millimeters short of his lips. Faust looked at him expectantly, “C'mon now, don't be difficult. We all must eat.” The yellowish mush seemed to rot under his very eyes. Michael gagged.

There was a shame to opening that wet gape, that he couldn't define as a mouth anymore. Especially in front of Faust, who insisted on feeding him himself.

“Sergeant, your meal is growing colder!”

A smear of compressed, tepid food covered his cheek. Faust chuckled, the now empty spoon hanging in mid air. Michael pawed at his face with a dirty sleeve, getting the stuff all over his shirt.

“Fuh’ ohh”, he said, trying to grasp for the container with the rest of his slop. Faust was quicker, raising it just out of Michael's reach. Die, Michael thought, envisioning Faust's body slashed open and black with mold.

“That's unpleasant,” Faust commented. He didn't seem disturbed, overall. Not for the first time, Michael wondered why he'd kept him alive this long.

If Faust heard that, he was very careful to hide it. Instead, he just took a new spoonful of the food, and held it for Michael to eat. “It's been quite long since you've last eaten,” he mused, touching Michael's caved stomach.

He flattened himself against the wall. Faust didn't seem to notice, kept caressing Michael' skin, pausing to gage at the prominence of his ribs.

“Yes.” Faust's palm inched up, from hips to waist to chest, knuckle brushing Michael's nipple. “Quite the weakling.”

Michael's bound hands pushed, fingers splayed. He felt the rip of skin under his nails, blood dripping thickly from Faust's brow. It lasted for less than a moment: the scratches patched themselves up, as if by an invisible thread.

“My, my,” Faust smiled, but it was taut and grim. “The claws on this kitten.”

He stood, and walked towards the door. At the last second, Faust turned. Michael only had the sound of air being shoved aside before the food container impacted against the wall, in the exact spot his head had been.

Before the room was plunged back into darkness, Michael managed to take it. It wasn't broken, just cracked. As the locks on the door clicked and cried, Michael scooped the food with his cupped fingers, and ate.

When he went to lick his thumb clean, he tasted the slightest hint of metal.

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The sack around his head reeked of sweat, and piss; Michael kept his breathing as short as possible. He could hear Faust's guards moving around the cell, bringing something in and out.

By the screeching against the pavement, Michael guessed it was some kind of furniture. Someone ripped the sack from his head: Faust. Michael blinked at him, then at the table resting in the middle of the room. Sure enough.

“Please,” Faust said, gesturing to a small, rackety chair. “Make yourself comfortable.

Michael eyed the machine resting on the table. It was a sleeve of leather and metal, stuck to a base. At the very end, a series of levers that reminded Michael of a mouse trap. He glanced at the door.

Fuck.

Faust’s guards grabbed Michael by the arms, almost raising him off the ground when he tried and held his footing. The same one who punched him in the eye - big and burly, but with a small, almost delicate nose - sits him down.

His right arm was forced into the sleeve. His fingers slid almost naturally into the mousetrap. “Now,” Faust leaned against the table, “I understand you might be a little confused.”

Michael gulped. His index had no space to go but between the thin rods. In a blink, he saw it bent out of position, like an old stick. When he looked up, Faust was grinning.

“Nothing so gruesome,” he whispered, taking care to brush Michael's hair aside - it was getting longer. Michael couldn't tell how much he'd been captive, but he'd never kept them so long before. They were impractical.

This, too, felt like one of Faust's many violations.

Faust reached to adjust Michael's index, so that the metal pressed on the bed of his nail. All the pressure in his body ran into his stomach. Oh, Christ.

“We've gotta take care of this nasty scratching habit of yours. Perhaps this'll teach you.” Michael realized he couldn't retreat his finger. A metal band had fastened around his joint. He tried to stand, but Faust pushed him down.

“I thought you'd prefer this over breaking a bone! Be reasonable,” Faust reached for a small lever. He balled his fist, free hand keeping Michael on the chair; his strength wasn't something Michael could go against. Not unharmed.

It was quick. But the underground’s cold air burned on the exposed flesh, red and pulsating. The nail itself, was stuck in the mousetrap’s grip. Faust plucked it out, and placed it on the table.

Michael stared at it. Now that it was severed from him, he couldn't understand how it had been a part of his body. Same as his teeth; he'd forgotten how it felt to grind them on each other, to worry at his lip.

His body had become a malleable thing, ever shifting. Michael couldn't find a sense to it. But Faust did.

He was so taken but the reasoning, he almost didn't realize Faust had shifted his attention to his thumb. “Here,” he said, rubbing the back of Michael's neck. “You don't have to hold back, if you want to cry.”

It separated evenly, easy as pie. Micheal howled, kicking at the table legs. The two guards were quick to bind his ankles. Faust positioned the newest nail next to the first. Michael was beginning to see the pattern.

“You just have to get into the rhythm of it,” Faust quickly replaced his thumb for another finger. Michael shook his head, side to side, no please. He couldn't even think of the benefit this had over having his fingers broken: he just wanted it over.

The third and fourth nails blurred into each other. Michael's screams came guttural and muffled, and with splutters of drool. Faust patiently cleaned his chin, with a purple, velvet handkerchief.

The pinkie was a hard fit - Michael would chew on it ‘till he hit bone. Even now, it strained to cover its soft underside. Faust tsked, “Tricky.”

Michael counted. One, two, three -- Faust moved according to his thoughts. Michael hissed, and glanced down: the nail hadn't been ripped, only partially raised. He threw his head back and rocked the chair.

“There, there,” Faust said. “Accidents happen.” Michael blinked as he picked the nail between two fingers and pulled. It came clean off.

“Look, how precious,” Faust admired the row of fingernails. They were stained red, and broken in shards. But, he studied them as one would a pearl.

Faust raised his brows at Michael, smile softer.

“You're such a lowly creature, but every part of you is beautiful.”

Michael didn't protest when they moved onto the left hand.

#whump #whump writing #tw:blood #tw: nail ripping #tw: mind manipulation #torture device #my writing #oc!faust #oc!michael

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years

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PG MM Anon Interpretation Collection - 24

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

163: Jan 6

MM ANON … RICKY , RICKY ,RICKY!! …… respect!! …… A HANK-kerchief full of platitudes …… 🎼a speech full of sugar helps the Meganson go down🎼……… 🎼Oh happy days 🎼………… “SHE CAME, SHE SAW, SHE CONNED-CURD…… …”………… “ this must end soon !! very soon”…… We have the technology ……… “Ahhh , The elusive tape”……… Timing is everything!! ……… DM loading it’s guns……… print and be dammed!!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #161

January 6/2020 HAPPY EPIPHANY EVERYONE!

1800 hrs CST

RICKY , RICKY ,RICKY!! …… respect!! …… A HANK-kerchief full of platitudes

At the Gold Globe awards, by the Hollywood Foreign Press Associations Annual Awards, host Ricky Gervais gave a beyond scathing attack on celebrities, especially the big wig executives, YOU COULD FEEL THE RAGE AND TENSION FROM THE SCREEN! He said what most everyday people think! Tom Hanks facial expressions were very indicative of anger and disagreement with what was being said. Even Jeffrey Epstein was mentioned. Did any of you watch 60 Minutes last night? They interviewed Dr Michael Baden, the family hired expert pathologist. Graphic photos were shown. Too many coincidental errors, l definitely believe was NOT A SUICIDE!

Many celebrities, higher than thou attitude and their ‘woke’ platitudes, telling us how we should live, what we should believe, the worst offender imo is OW!

🎼a speech full of sugar helps the Meganson go down🎼

Song from a film l just watched with my sister for the first time last week, Mary Poppins! Such a shame the surgeon botched her surgery tendering the amazing Julie Andrews no longer to sing! But l digress, you know me, queen of digressions! The song spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down. Will the sugars do something to help madam once things go Lear-shaped? What can they do, most are young, have no wealth nor fame. Someone making a very sweet speech, saying very nice things about madam. Meganson, Meghan is not spelt Megan, is this Archie?? Revelation of the truth about Archie revealed and make us all finally happy for the real truth to come out! Who will deliver this speech? Harry? Bojo?

🎼Oh happy days 🎼………… “

Old Gospel song, oh happy day when Jesus washed my sins away, l sing this ALL THE TIME! We will sing these words, oh happy when day madam is summarily stripped of her title, and information of all her crimes and misdemeanours are made public!! I pray for this day!!

“SHE CAME, SHE SAW, SHE CONNED-CURD…… …”

Madam arrived, conned her way in, using blackmail and many other alleged things, she saw and tried to take secret photos, recordings etc at various places. Cameras, hidden, were allegedly found prompting the complete sweep, MM. ANON mentioned in a riddle few weeks back. Conquered is not the word, conned-curd. Curds and whey are a product of cheese-making. When rennet, an enzyme is added the milk curdles. These solid, curdled lumps are the curds. The whey is the liquid byproduct of the curdling process. Basically madam behaviour has resulted in lumps and clumps of lies, distortion and only a God knows it all, many many more alleged victims of being used for her own personal gain/needs/wishes!

“ this must end soon !! very soon”…… We have the technology ……… “Ahhh , The elusive tape”……… Timing is everything!!

THESE ARE THE WORDS WE HAVE ALL BEEN SCREAMING FOR MONTHS AND THE PUBLIC AS WELL!! LG is reassuring HMTQ they have the technology they need, perhaps facial recognition for all her fake photos, l mean a non-tech like me can see they are glaring photoshops or should l say photo-CHOPS!!

Talk of the elusive tape that has been leaked on line, l personality think there are numerous tapes!! They have the tape they need and HMTQ remains firm of releasing it at the right time!

DM loading it’s guns……… print and be dammed!!

The DM is tired of years of sitting on the dossier while madam, to quote the Bard, “struts and frets her hour on the stage, full of fury signifying nothing!” They are gonna roll it out , weapons loaded locked soon to be fired. Oh l can hardly wait!

1845 hrs CST. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you PG! This looks amazing. We appreciate this….tick tock!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

skippyv20

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG ADDS/CLARIFIES🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

TO CLARIFY MY POINT💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻

SHE CAME, SHE SAW, SHE CONNED-CURD

She came, saw conned used…..Vini Vidi Vici words by Julius Caesar, MM ANON altered for the purpose, unlike Caesar, she came, conned..BUT DID NOT CONQUER…..THE MON

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164: Jan 7

MM ANON, ……… she’s the (arm) pits……… go home Yank…… he’s a stone lighter ……… get off my f#@£%land ……… “ come to my birthday, never!!” ……… A state of emergency …… who dares bins ………… 🎼return to lender🎼……… “ it’s a struggle old thing”……… “ stop swearing at the tourists”…………… “ bloody tourists” …… Sydney!!……… “ I’m looking forward to next series” ……… “new stamps??

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #162. January 7/2020

1245 hrs CST

she’s the (arm) pits……… go home Yank…… he’s a stone lighter ……… get off my f#@£%land ……… “

Well well well, something wicked this way came……return of evil and Harry tethered, somewhat temporarily to that evil. Her sweat was so excessive in her axillae, the shirt was soaked and very obvious in photos!! DM giving that photo front page coverage🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Yes go home Yank! Screams and silent roars for just that, be gone evil from whence ye came! Harry looks so thin, a stone in UK 6.35 kg, American is 14 pounds! He has been through the wars indeed!! I feel, as a Canadian, exactly that sentiment but l won’t edit the word and might add a few more🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬!!

come to my birthday, never!!”

Catherine’s birthday is January 9/2020. NO WAY NO HOW ON GOD’S GREENEST EARTH IS MADAM GOING TO BE PART OF ANYTHING FULL STOP!!!

A state of emergency …… who dares bins

Australia is on fire, state of emergency everywhere . He who dares wins but this is bins? There are so many brave firefighters from all over the world helping. Millions in donations and aid pouring in. Millions for helping the surviving animals. It’s so heartbreaking, the photos are horrific. Burned bandaged koalas 🐨, the kangaroo 🦘 hugging its rescuer….if you have not shed a tear, l don’t know what else would bring tears. 😢😢😢😭😭😭. The worst is that reports are coming out that many of the fires were started by people.

🎼return to lender🎼

Song by Elvis, Return to Sender….hmmmmmm madam owes lots of something to lots of dangerous people! No idea how she is going to do it, but she doesn’t care, she thinks on the fly, or rather doesn’t think, just lives life on the fly, lies upon lies upon lies! The story always convoluted, never making sense and adding to the disbelief by many here and other places.

I think the UK and the entire Commonwealth have had her on ‘loan’ for this whole farce and it’s time to return her to America!! They lent her!! RETURN POSTAGE DUE!!!

“ it’s a struggle old thing”……… “ stop swearing at the tourists”…………… “ bloody tourists” …… Sydney!!………

PP AND HMTQ DISCUSSING THIS SITUATION. HE IS STRUGGLING WITH PROLONGED ILLNESS AND HIS AGE. CALLING FOR HIS VALET, SYDNEY, NEEDING HELP WITH SOMETHING OR PERHAPS A BEVVIE/BODDINGTONS. YES IT SOUNDS LIKE MADAM IS STILL TREATING PEOPLE AS THEY ARE BENEATH HER , CONTEMPTIBLE AND WORTHLESS. OR IS PP FRUSTRATED WITH TOURISTS AROUND WINDSOR ETC.

“ I’m looking forward to next series” ……… “new stamps??

HMTQ AND PP HAVE BEEN WATCHING THE CROWN ON NETFLIX. IN PREVIOUS RIDDLE MM ANON ALLUDED THAT PERHAPS HMTQ HAD INOUT INTO THE NEW OR NEXT SEASON.

NEW POSTAGE STAMPS TO BE RELEASED? I KNOW WE HAVE GORGEOUS ONES NOW OF HMTQ IN LAVENDER, I HAVE A NICE SET OF THEM. PERHAPS THE ROYAL MAIL WILL BE ISSUING SOME, I CANNOT FIND ANY NEW ONES ON THEIR WEBSITE .

THERE IS STANLEY GIBBONS, A BOOK AVAILABLE THAT LISTS ALL THE NEW RELEASES FOR 2020 .

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Thank you PG…this looks great. Much appreciated 🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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165: Jan 10

GOD BLESS YOU ALL I AM READJUSTING TO BEING ALONE AGAIN AFTER SUCH A BLESSED FEW WEEKS. THANK YOU ALL FOR SO SO MANY KIND WORDS, WISHES AND PRAYERS. IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME 💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

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MM Anon

MM ANON. .…… GSTQAOBC …… don’t rock the bloat. …… pain-t stripper …… past, present and future ……… hide-a-Weymouth ……… W&K rule……… make a list ……… common- wealth……… nutmegs strange grandiosity ……… feed the handbitten …… king baby ………… love in a cold climate ……… NO MORE MONEY ……… a fall from race ……… Harry has left the building

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #163. January 10/2019

1400 hrs

GSTQAOBC

GSTQAOBC, I ALWAYS SIGN MY POSTS THUSLY WITH THE CANADIAN FLAG, RECENTLY ADDING BRITAIN, AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND IN A SHOW OF SOLIDARITY. THANK YOU MM ANON, I STARTED THIS ACRONYM MONTHS AND MONTHS AGO. IT MEANS, GOD SAVE THE QUEEN AND OUR BELOVED COMMONWEALTH. WE MOST SURELY HAD AND HAVE GOD ON OUR SIDE. EVIL, IN ALL OF ITS FORMS, SHALL BE DEFEATED AND THE CROWN REMAINS STRONG. TIS FOOLISH LIES OF THE MOST EVIL ONE, IN ALL ITS FORMS AND FASHIONS AND PRESENTATIONS, LEADING BACKERS AND MADAM INTO A FOOLS ERRAND. CONSEQUENCES WILL BE DIRE!

don’t rock the bloat

DONT ROCK THE BOAT IS THE USUAL SAYING, HERE MM ANON HAS GIVEN US BLOAT. BLOAT, SWELLING, FILLERS TO HER FACE, FAUX MEGNANCY, WEIGHT GAIN, ALL THINGS MADAM HAD PRESENTED US WITH. MOST RECENTLY BEING THE DRASTIC FILLER IN HER FACE AND UPPER LIP ESPECIALLY.

THE BALCONY APPEARANCES ARE GETTING LARGER AND LARGER, ONE MIGHT US THE TERM BLOAT. IT IS WELL KNOWN THAT PC WANTS TO DOWNSIZE THE MONARCHY AND HAVE A TEAM OF SENIOR ROYALS. WE CAN SAY FOR CERTAIN NOW, MADAM HAS NO CHANCE OF EVER BEEING ON OR NEAR THIS TEAM.

pain-t stripper

PAINT STRIPPER IS TURPENTINE OR SOME OTHER SIMILAR NOXIOUS ITEM. AND MADAM IS ABOUT AS TOXIC IF NOT MORE. SHE CERTAINLY HAS CAUSED A LOT OF PAIN. HER HISTORY INCLUDED ALL THINGS SORDID. Pain-t stripper PANTY STRIPPER, IS SELF EXPLANATORY. LIKELY SHE HAS BEEN A STRIPPER AT SOME POINT. I DO SO WISH ALL WAS MADE PUBLIC BUT IT SHALL BE PUBLIC IN DUE TIME.

I THINK JUST LIKE IN SPRING THE OLD AIR GOES OUT, BRING IN THE NEW, MADAM WILL BE STRIPPED OF HER TITLE, HER EXISTENCE WILL BE STRIPPED FROM THE ROYAL RECORD IN TERMS OF PHOTOS ETC ETC . LOOK HOW EASY SHE WAS TO PHOTOSHOP OUT OF BABY PRINCE LOUIS CHRISTENING PHOTOS!!

past, present and future

HER FAKE ENGAGEMENT RING WAS THE CLASSIC TRIO, HER PAST, WHAT WE KNOW OF IT IS VERY SORDID, HER PRESENT IS CAUSING HORRIFIC HAVOC AND I AM CERTAIN HER FUTURE INVOLVES ARREST FOR TREASON AT THE LEAST AND FINANCIAL CRIMES, FITURE IS LONG TERM INCARCERATION.

hide-a-Weymouth

IS THIS WHERE SHE IS BEING KEPT IN CUSTODY? I AM CERTAIN SHE IS IN CUSTODY OF ONE SORT OR ANOTHER.

W&K rule

WILLIAM AND CATHERINE HAVE MORE THAN PROVED THEMSELVES DURING THESE DIFFICULT DAYS. THEY ARE TRULY WORTHY OF THE TITLES THEY SHALL EVENTUALLY RECEIVE. I AM CERTAIN THEY HAVE BEEN OF IMMENSE SUPPORT TO HARRY THROUGH ALL IF THIS AS WELL AS TO HMTQ AND PC! THEY ARE TRULY DIVINELY GIVEN, A PERFECT MATCH IF THERE EVER WERE ONE.

make a list

NO CHRISTMAS IS OVER, WE ARE NOT TALKING SANTA CLAUS HERE. A LIST IS BEING MADE Of ALL THE THINGS HARRY CAN DO, ONCE HE IS FREE OF HER. ALL THE THINGS HE CAN DO TO HELP HIS GRANDMOTHER, HIS FATHER, AND THE FAMILY IN GENERAL.

common- wealth

IN ANY DIVORCE ASSETS AND CUSTODY ARE ISSUES, HENCE THE COMMON-WEALTH. THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT FOR HER, BY THE TIME DIVORCE COMES HARRY WILL BE PENNILESS THANKS TO THE BRILLIANCE OF THE ROYAL TEAM. AS FAR AS HER MOVING TO CANADA, SHE CAN SCRAP THAT OR ANY OTHER COMMONWEALTH COUNTRY, WILL NOT BE PERMITTED NOR WELCOMED.

nutmegs strange grandiosity

SHE IS TOTALLY NARCISSISTIC, I TRULY DO NOT THINK IT WILL HIT HER UNTIL HER CELL DOOR SLAMS SHUT. EVEN THEN SHE THINKS HERSELF SO IMPORTANT THAT SOMEONE WILL SWOOP IN AND SAVE HER!

feed the handbitten

THE PHRASE IS NEVER BITE THE HANDS THAT FEEDS YOU. SHE HAS GNAWED BEYOND THE SHOULDER. WHO IS FEEDING THE HANDBITTEN? HARRY IS BEING LOVED AND SUPPORTED BY FAMILY, FRIENDS AND US. SHE HAS NO ONE. FUNNY HOW PHOTOS IF TM AND DR HAVE NOW STARTED TO REAPPEAR.

king baby

KING BABY IS A NEW ORLEANS TERM FOR THE MARDI GRAS KING CAKE, THEY PUT A SMALL TOY BABY IN EACH CAKE AND WHOEVER GETS THE SLICE HAS GOOD LUCK. WELL THIS OBVIOUSLY REFERRING NOT TO BOSS BABY BUT HE WILL NOT BE KING, NOR TO GEORGE WHO WILL BE KING.

MADAM IN HER MIND FANCIED HERSELF QUEEN, HER ‘CHILD WOULD BE KING, KING ARCHIFICIAL .😂😂😂🤣🤣 HOW SAD. AM I CORRECT THAT THE SURROGATE BIRTHED TWINS A BOY AND A GIRL??

love in a cold climate

THE ALLEGED OWNER OF THE MANSION ON V.I. WHERE THEY ALLEGEDLY SPENT THEIR TIME IN CANADA, IS SAID TO BE A RUSSIAN BILLIONAIRE, WORKING HARD TO CONCEAL HIS IDENTITY. IS MADAM GOING TO TRY AND DO A RUNNER AND BECOME A CONCUBINE TO THIS OLIGARCH?? LOVE CERTAINLY WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!

NO MORE MONEY

HAS PRINCE CHARLES CUT THE ORIVY PURSE FINALLY, HOW I HOPE SO. THE STEP TOWARDS BANKRUPTING HARRY AND LEAVING NO FUNDS THAT MADAM CAN GRAB!

a fall from race

A FALL FROM GRACE IS THE USUAL STATEMENT, HERE ITS RACE. MADAMS USE OF BEING A WOC GOT HER NOWHERE US SOUTH AFRICA, IN FACT MANY WERE EXTREMELY UPSET. SHE HAS ALWAYS IDENTIFIED AS CAUCASIAN AND SHE HAS RETURNED TO IT.

Harry has left the building

THE SAYING IS ELVIS HAS KEFT THE BUILDING, MEANING THE CONCERT IS OVER, AS WOMEN KEPT SCREAMING FOR ELVIS. WELL WE CAN OFFICIALLY, WITH THAT THUMBS UP PHOTO OUTSIDE CANADA HOUSE, SAY HARRY IS DONE WITH HER, MARRIAGE OVER, THANK GOD!! THERE ARE DIARY ENGAGEMENTS FOR HIM AND HIS FUTURE WILL BE GRAND!!

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Thank you dear PG…looks wonderful….let the fun begin…😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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166: Jan 11

MM ANON ……… blowing up a GAIL……… “ it’s like de-programming sir” ……” better have them inside the tent pissing out……… “it’s her pattern of behaviour” ………… back in the day ……… W&K step up……… William refuses to play ball……… that’s weak Charles …………” it’s all about money with her”……… “ all I’m saying is,you’re powerful family “ ………” another snifter LG”……… “ hold the calls Sydney”.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

January 11/2020

RIDDLE #164. 1345 hrs CST

blowing up a GAIL

A gail/Gayle, can be a strong destructive storm wind or it can be a person’s name. Gayle King, OW bestie has been on madam ‘friend’ list for quite sometime since the day of the gathering of unhappy people which OW attended. Her friends, l use that term in its loosest sense, people she has kept around her socially seem to have popped up out of nowhere. .backers?? When they did the first show of archificial madam insisted a CBS/AMERICAN network be there and at the time of its morning showing. Not surprisingly Gayle King is a host of that very show. Harry and OW are allegedly working on something for Apple TV on mental health l am not sure where things are at with that. News today clearly stating that Madam and Harry are going to do a tell all interview with GK. Things are blowing harder and stormier kids, batten down the hatches!! I do not believe Harry will take part!

“ it’s like de-programming sir” ……” better have them inside the tent pissing out……… “it’s her pattern of behaviour”

As l said yesterday in my riddle interpretation, it’s like Harry has been in a cult and needs de programming. A slow process, surrounded by loved ones and expert professionals, to heal mentally and physically. As l have said many times Harry will be forever changed by this entire trauma.

It’s probably better to have him inside the tent pissing out, than outside the tent pissing out. Quoted by President Lyndon , referring to the then F.B.I. Director J.Edgar Hoover, in the New York Times, October 31/1971. It was a dark time in America with the house on Unamerican Activities Trials, many blacklisted as communists, and oh the scandalous details have come out about Hoover and his proclivities. This is basically saying and meaning, keeping your friends close and your enemies closer. I think it might also be a strong hint regarding JE black book, and given Hoover was high power and perverted information came out about him, is this a reference to other powerful people hiding skeletons of filth also? Some of those very individuals are backers!!! ALL ALLEGEDLY OF COURSE!KEEP MADAM UNDER 24/7/366 , AS THIS IS LEAP YEAR SURVEILLANCE OR CUSTODY. DEBATE THAT AMONGST YOURSELVES WHICH IT IS😁.

REGARDING MADAMS PATTERNS OF BEHAVIOUR, OF USING PEOPLE AND DISCARDING THEM, WASNT IT AWESOME TO FINALLY READ AND SEE THAT IN HUGE LETTERS AS THE HEADLINE OF THE DAILY MAIL YESTERDAY? FINALLLY FINALLY SOMETHING WE HAVE ALL BEEN PRAYING FOR THE TIDE IS DRASTICALLY TURNING. SEEING THAT HEADLINE WAS AWESOME!!

back in the day

MAKES ME FEEL OLD, THIS SAYING DOES, BECAUSE I REMEMBER BACK IN THE DAY🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. MADAM HAS AN ALLEGEDLY SORDID, VILE LIST OF ACTIVITIES DURING HER “BACK IN THE DAY TIMES”. I HAVE SAID THIS PROBABLY IN EACH RIDDLE INTERPRETATION AND IN MANY COMMENTS/POSTS. THE DM HAS A MILLION DOLLAR DOSSIER THAT THEY HAVE BEEN SITTING ON SINCE BEFORE THE DAY OF THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE. LET IT BLOW DM, OPEN THE WINDOWS LET IT ALL OUT!!!

W&K step up……

WILLIAM AND CATHERINE HAVE STEPPED UP AND SHOWN EVERYONE THE FUTURE OF THE MODERN MONARCHY IS WELL SECURED. ARE THEY BEING NOW ASKED TO STEP UP FURTHER? IN WHAT WAY? THIS IS VERY INTERESTING IN LIGHT OF THEIR SEVERAL TOURS THAT ARE ALLEGEDLY PLANNED FOR 2020!

William refuses to play ball ….that’s weak Charles …………”

it’s all about money with her”……… “ all I’m saying is,you’re powerful family “ ………” another snifter LG”……… “ hold the calls Sydney”

HMTQ, LG AND PP ARE AT SANDRINGHAM, PRINCE CHARLES I BELIEVE IS IN SCOTLAND OR WAS YESTERRDAY, ARE DISCUSSING THIS. AGAIN FIRE CRACKLING ROARING AND SNAPPING JUST LIKE THE EMOTIONS IN THE ROOM, UNDERCOVER BUT VERY MUCH PRESENT! THE FLAMES DANCE ALMOST AS IF HER EVIL PRESENCE WAS THE FIRE ITSELF. THEY ARE DISCUSSING A PLAN OF ACTION , HOWEVER WILLIAM IS NOT WILLING TO COMPLY OR GO ALONG WITH IT! PRINCE CHARLES SUGGESTION MAKES HIM WEAK BY THE COMMENTERS OPINION. LG TRYING TO CONVEY THE EXTREME POWER THE ROYAL FAMILY HOLDS NOT JUST IN THE UK AND COMMONWEALTH BUT IN THE WORLD. HMTQ MOST CERTAINLY HAS THE SUPPORT AND RESPECT OF THE AMERICAN PRESIDENT TRUMP!

EVERYTHING WITH MADAM IS $$$$$£££££££€€€€ NOTHING ELSE IN THE WORLD MATTERS, NOT HER SOUL, NOT HER ALLEGED CHILDREN, NOT HER FAMILY, CERTAINLY NOT HARRY, HMTQ NOR THE ROYAL FAMILY AND CERTAINLY NOT HER PERSONAL REPUTATION!

SO MONEY WAS OFFERED, FOR MADAM TO LEAVE, AS A ONE TIME DEAL AFTER THEIR ENGAGEMENT, MADAM INITIALLY ACCEPTED IT THEN RENEGED. IS LG SUGGESTING HMTQ OUT CASH OFFER BACK ON THE TABLE, BEARING IN MIND HER POWERS? I CANNOT SEE HMTQ DOING THIS, SHE IS AND HAS BEEN A WOMAN OF HER WORD, IF SHE SAID IT WAS A ONE TIME OFFER ON,Y I AM INCLINED TO THINK THAT SHE MEANT IT. HOWEVER SHE MAY OFFER SOMETHING ELSE, PROPERTY? OR SOMETHING ELSE THAT LG IS REMINDING HER OF WHILST MENTIONING HER VAST POWERS, A PARDON PERHAPS??

ANOTHER BRANDY ORDERED GOR LG, HMTQ USUALLY HAS HER GIN AND DUBONNET BUT APPARENTLY NOT TODAY. TODAY IS NOT THE DAY FOR A LEISURELY COCKTAIL, THIS IS SERIOUS WORK. AS SYDNEY BRINGS THE SNIFTERS HMTQ REQUESTS HE HOLD ALL TELEPHONE CALLS AS THEY NEED UNINTERRUPTED TIME TO THINK AND PLAN!!

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Thank you dear PG…looks great, and is appreciated…💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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167: Jan 12

MM ANON ……… 🎼I don’t like Mondays🎼………” turn her bloody ugly face orf”. …… “ your call William!!” ……… bad advice ……… A military absence ……… “ yes,Pontcius Pilate” ……… Charles, The weakest link ……… “ your over generous ma’am”. ……… “ let them go, f**** em” ……… The taxpayers won’t like it ……… Canada caves……… RCMP……… BO offers a net- flick……… 🎼money,money,money 🎼…………… royal dis-appointments. ………… a tabloid tornado looms.

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

January 12/2020

RIDDLE#165. 1610 hrs CST

🎼I don’t like Mondays🎼………”

This song, by the Boomtown Rats, was sooo popular when l was young, it was if l recall the first song about depression and school shootings. A very dire song indeed. If this is in comparison to tomorrow’s meeting, extreme dire warning!

turn her bloody ugly face orf”.

PP HAS THE TELEVISION ON, SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING PRIVATE FAMIKY INFORMATION ON NEWS BUT EVEN MORE TIRED OF SEEING MADAMS FACE AND WANTS IT OFF!! Or orf!

“ your call William!!” bad advice ……… A military absence ……… “ yes,Pontcius Pilate” ……… Charles, The weakest link ……… “ your over generous ma’am”. ……… “ let them go, f**** em” ……… The taxpayers won’t like it ……… Canada caves……… RCMP……… BO offers a net- flick

THESE DISCUSSIONS HAVE OCCURRED AND WILL CONTINUE BETWEEN HMTQ, PP, PC, PW ANDLG . I DOUBT MADAM BE DIALING IN FROM WHATEVER CELL OR CUSTODIAL PLACE SHE IS CURRENTLY. WILL WILLIAM IS BEING GIVEN A CALL, HIS CHOICE OR OPINION TO ACT IR NOT ACT IN A CERTAIN DECISION, OR A FINAL SAY IN A DECISION, MIGHT THAT INVOLVE WILLIAM SPEAKING PUBLICLY?? THE WORDS IN THE RIDDLE, BAD ADVICE, FOLLOWS THAT. MIGHT THAT BE THE DECISION WAS BAD ADVICE? OR TO NOT DO IT WAS BAD..,SO COMPLEX. THEY ARE PLAYING OUT EVERY SINGLE OPTION, SCENARIO OF DEALING WITH MADAM AND THE POSSIBLE REPERCUSSIONS.

SINCE HARRY HAS CERTAIN MILITARY OBLIGATIONS, HE CANNOT JUST UP AND LEAVE. ARE THEY DISCUSSING A FORMAL MILITARY LEAVE FOR HIM? HE IS NOT LEAVING WITH MADAM, BUT THIS IS FOR HIM TO HAVE TIME TO HEAL AND RECOVER EMOTIONALLY.

AS WE KNOW ALL ORDERS COME FROM AND WILL COME FROM HMTQ. IN SCRIPTURE , PONTIUS PlLATE ORDERED CHRISTS CRUCIFIXION. THERE WAS ALMOST REGRET BY PONTIUS PILATE BECAUSE HE BELIEVED CHRIST TO BE A GOOD MAN WHO WAS TURNED IN BY ONE OF HIS OWN, JUDAS . WHO IS JUDAS HERE?? MADAM IS JUDAS AND SATAN SIMULTANEOUSLY WISHING TO DESTROY ALL THAT IS GOOD, DESTROY HARRY, DESTROY THE MONARCHY, HATRED OF CATHERINE IS PATHOLOGICAL AND HER UTTER GALL AND DISRESPECT FOR HMTQ IS UNCONSCIONABLE , WITH NO OBVIOUS RATIONALE OTHER THAN THAN PURE JEALOUSY! AND PURE EVIL, POSSESSED BY THE NATURE OF PURE EVIL MOST FOUL.AGAIN THE BARD, HAMLET….”Hamlet:

O most pernicious woman!

O villain, villain, smiling, damnèd villain!

My tables—meet it is I set it down

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain—

At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark.

Hamlet Act 1, scene 5, 105–109”

CHARLES, THE WEAKEST LINK OR CHARLES IS THE WEAKEST LINK, THIS CAN BE TAKEN TWO WAYS, BUT THE PUBLIC HAS THOUGHT HIM WEAK. CHARLES CERTAINLY TAKEN HIS SHARE OF CRITICISM IN HIS LIFE REGARDING HIS CHOICES AND SOMETIMES LACK THEREOF. HE ACTED QUICKLY REGARDING PA BUT HIS OWN SON WILL BE A DIFFERENT BALLGAME.

HMTQ HAS SUGGESTED THE FINAL OFFER. LG IS TELLING HER SHE IS OVER-GENEROUS. PP SAYING LET THEM, THEM PLURAL, THE BOTH OF THEM GO, F***THEM, FORGET ABOUT THEM, DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO TO GET RID OF “THEM”. NOW HEAR ME OUT! THEM IS PLURAL, DO I THINK THIS IS MADAM AND HARRY, NO I DO NOT. I THINK IT MIGHT BE MADAM AND ARCHFICIAL OR MA.

HERE IS THE PART ABOUT CANADA , CANADA CAVES, MORE OF HER LIES AND PR. YOU SAW HER AT CANADA HOUSE, SWEATING PROFUSELY, LITERALLY SOAKING WET!! . SHE HAS LIED, CHEATED, OBFUSCATED, TREATED OUR QUEEN AND ROYAL FAMILY AND EVERYONE HORRENDOUSLY. THERE IS NO WAY ON GODS GREEN EARTH THAT HMTQ WILL ALLOW THIS. CANADA IS A PRECIOUS COMMONWEALTH COUNTRY. MADAM HAS COMMITTED TREASON AGAINST THE CROWN AND A WHOLE HOST OF OTHER ALLEGED CRIMES, FINANCIAL ETC. SHE MUST PAY FOR THESE CRIMES. THERE IS NO FREE RIDE OR WALKING AWAY LA DE DA ANYWHERE. NOT ON HMTQ WATCH, ⚖️ WILL BE SERVED.

BO, OBAMA HAS HE OFFERED MADAM SOMETHING , A FILM ON THE INTERNET BUT NOT NETFLIX BUT NET-FLICK. HE IS A YANK, SHE IS WHY DOESNT HE TAKE HER IN, OR OW. OR GK. OR ANYBODY. LET HER FEND FOR HERSELF, SHES PROVEN HERSELF QUITE CAPABLE OF THAT.

🎼money,money,money 🎼…………… royal dis-appointments. ………… a tabloid tornado looms.

ABBA SONG, MONEY, LIVING IN A RICH MANS WORLD WITH NO MONEY OF YOUR OWN. MADAM IS OBSESSED WITH IT! NO AMOUNT IS EVER ENOUGH! HER ROYAL APPOINTMENTS MAY BE DISAPPOINTMENTS AS IN REMOVAL OF ANY AND ALL PATRONAGES, TITLES, ETC ETC.

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THE TABLOIDS WILL CONTINUE TO BE FILLED WITH THIS AND IF EVERYTHING COMES OUT, HOW SHE CONNED HER WAY IN,PR, ROYAL REPORTERS. ON AND ON, WE MUST CAREFULLY READ AND DISCERN. PERHAPS WILLIAM MAY MAKE A SPEECH AS REFERRED IN THE EARLY PART OF THIS RIDDLE. THE PR WAR CONTINUES, HARRY IS OFF THE BATTLEFIELD, THANK GOD.

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Fascinating! Thank you Dear PG! Yes, all the PR trickery and lies is the work of Satan! HM will make sure Canada is protected! This has to play out in order to free Harry, with minimal damage to the crown! Everything has been executed brilliantly! God Save The Queen! 🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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168: Jan 13

MM ANON …………… take it or , take it!!……… no negotiation ………… Harry walks out ……… threats and lies ……… no comment…… tabloid carnage ……… more talk,talk. ……… commonwealth ambassador??? ……… no loss of financial support ……… MM gives up title ……… Harry keeps HRH. ……… archificial tells all……… W&K hold a huge party 🥳 🧣🤣🥳🥳🥳👀……… PP gives Sydney a knighthood ……… PP& Sydney get drunk. …………George bakes a cake. ……… Lottie has another sleepover. ……… Nanny gets a surprise

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #166. January 13/2020

1545 hrs CST

take it or , take it!!……… no negotiation ………… Harry walks out

WHAT AN OH HAPPY DAY THIS IS! OFFER OF EVERYTHING MADAM WANTED AND SHE STILL IS NOT HAPPY. HOW SHOCKINGLY PREDICTABLE IS SHE😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 STOMPING IN HER WELLIES, ARMS CROSSED, NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT BIG BAD U.K. EVER AGAIN…HMMMM DIDN’T SHE SPEND YEARS WANTING A BRITISH MAN?? I BELIEVE MALE, PALE AND STALE WERE HER CRITERIA🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

THERE WAS NO NEGOTIATION TODAY, EVERYTHING HAD BEEN DONE AND DUSTED BEFOREHAND. HARRY WALKED OUT, HEAD HELD HIGH, GLEEFULLY HOPING MADAM KEEPS HER PROMISE OF NEVER COMING BACK TO THE U.K. AGAIN!!!

threats and lies ……… no comment…… tabloid carnage ……… more talk,talk. ………

TYPICAL MADAM SHE WILL USE THREATS, LIES ANYTHING EVEN WHEN SHE HAS BEEN GIVEN EVERY SINGLE THING THAT SHE ASKED FOR! THE TABLOID CARNAGE HAS BARELY BEGUN. JUST WAIT UNTIL THE REAL FILTH OOZES UP FROM THE MUCK AND MIRE. ALLEGED MISDEEDS, POSSIBLE CRIMES OF SUCH VILE NATIRE WILL NOT DISCUSS! FINANCIAL MERCHING , TAXES ETC ETC. I AM CERTAIN THERE ARE MANY MANY OTHER THINGS THAT WE DO NOT EVEN KNOW OF.

commonwealth ambassador???

no loss of financial support ……… MM gives up title ……… Harry keeps HRH. ………

THERE WAS TALK OF HARRY BEING THE GOVERNOR GENERAL TO CANADA BUT JULIE PAYETTE, OUR ASTRONAUT OCCUPIES THAT PART OF SPACE😁. WILL THERE BE RUMOURS OF AMBASSADORSHIP?? FINANCIAL SUPPORT TO CONTINUE? ODD BECAUSE MADAM WAS VERY CLEAR THAT IT ONLY COVERED 5% OF THEIR EXPENSES AND “THEY”WANT TO BE SELF SUFFICIENT FINANCIALLY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. THE WORDING OF HMTQ LETTER TODAY LEFT OUT ANY TITLES. DOES MADAM HAVE TO VOLUNTARILY AGREE TO GIVE UP HER HRH OR DofS? IN RETURN FOR WHAT, SOMETHING BEING KEPT SILENT? THERE WOULD BE SO MANY OPTIONS! HARRY WILL ALWAYS BE HRH BECAUSE HE IS THE GRANDSON OF THE QUEEN AND SON OF THE HEIR TO THE THRONE. EVEN IF THE DofS TITLE REMOVED. PERSONALLY I HOPE HMTQ RETIRES THOSE TITLES PERMANENTLY!!!

archificial tells all………

HE MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY , HE MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL CHILD, ONLY THOSE OF A CERTAIN AGE WILL RECOGNIZE THOSE SONG LYRICS! ARCHIFICIAL IS AMAZING, HE CHANGES SIZES, FACE SHAPE, EYE SHAPE AND COLOUR, HAIR COLOUR AND AMOUNT. AT THE AGE OF SEVEN MONTHS.HE OOHS AND AAHS AT THE SCENERY IN A COUNTRY HE WAS NOT IN, NOW THAT IS A TALENTED CHILD! SO IS HE WRITING A TELL ALL BOOK TOO? A TELL ALL INTERVIEW, PERHAPS INTERVIEWED BY PEPPA PIG? OR DORA THE EXPLORER MAYBE??

SERIOUSLY EVERYTHING REGARDING THE DNA IS COMING OUT PUBLICLY AND COMING VERY VERY SOON. GET THE POPCORN 🍿 READY!!

W&K hold a huge party 🥳 🧣🤣🥳🥳🥳👀………

A HUGE BANNER CELEBRATION, MADAM IS DONE!! LOTS OF SCARFING JOKES, DRINKS, SIDEEYE JOKES AND JUST DECOMPRESSING.

I WOULD LOVE AN INVITE, NOT THAT I COULD GO BUT WOW THIS IS GOING TO BE A MASSIVE KNEES UP!!!

PP gives Sydney a knighthood ……… PP& Sydney get drunk. …………

DEAR SYDNEY, BLESS HIM, HE HAS BEEN STALWART, ALWAYS QUIETLY THERE IN EACH AND EVERY RIDDLE, READY TO TEND TO ANY AND ALL NEEDS AND REQUESTS. PP IS SO APPRECIATIVE OF HIS DEDICATION AND LOYALTY HE GRANTS HIM A KNIGHTHOOD, WELL DESERVED I SHOULD SAY! THEN THE PROCEED TO IMBIBE AND GET GOOD AND SNOCKERED! FORGET THE BODDINGTONS, GO FOR THE GOOD STUFF TONIGHT, ITS A CELEBRATION!!CHEERS 🥂🍻

George bakes a cake. ……… Lottie has another sleepover. ……… Nanny gets a surprise

MEANWHILE WITH THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN, GEORGE HAS BEEN TURNED ON TO BAKING EVER SINCE MAKING THE CHRISTMAS PUDDING AT THE VIDEO FOR CHRISTMAS. HE IS WORKING ON A NICE CAKE TO 🎉 CELEBRATE. THE CHILDREN ARE NOT EXACTLY CERTAIN WHAT THE CELEBRATION IS BUT UNCLE HARRY IS OVER AND HE IS VERY VERY HAPPY!!

OVER IN LOTTIE LAND ANOTHER SLEEPOVER IS HAPPENING, MY WHAT A BUSY HOUSEHOLD, I LOVE IT!!

WHAT HAS LOUIS GOTTEN UP TO, TO SURPRISE , NOTHING HE IS ASLEEP!! AGAIN I WILL SAY IT, NANNY’S SURPRISE IS PREPARING FOR CAMBRIDGE BABY 🍼 NUMBER FOUR. 💜💜💜💜

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Thank you PG…this is wonderful…playing out and requires patience! Much appreciated 😊💜💜💜💜

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169: jan 14

MM ANON ……… para-sight……… “ O ma’am, cunning very cunning”………… “ William is made of sterner metal”……… ( behind every great man) ……… spring offensive, the children!! …………” Lotties the key”……… the holy trinity ……… “freeze them out”………… “it’s all a smokescreen sir”…… “ yes, full steam ahead, ask Camilla “ ………… “ circle the wagons LG” …………” Burn that f**** olive branch, once bitten”………” a Canadian tour , with the children, OMG! Touché!!……… inde redire eruditionis Habes

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #169 @fortheheavenssake is keeping me on track of the riddles l have interpreted!

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para-sight……… “ O ma’am, cunning very cunning”………… “

Parasites are things that live on a host taking its nutrition , from the host, most often resulting in great harm coming to the host. For example, someone eats undercooked meat, gets a tapeworm, the worms take all the nutrients and the human becomes very ill. It can also, in humans, be emotional parasite, sexual parasites, financial parasites. Madam just happens to be a narcissistic parasite that takes and uses everything possible in her chosen human AND HIS FAMILY/FRIENDS!! SHE LIES IN EVERY POSSIBLE. CONNIVES, PLANS, TALKS TO HERSELF ON TWITTER UNDER DIFFERENT NAMES. ITS ACTUALLY FREAKY TO WATCH HER DOING IT IN REAL TIME🤪🤪.

HERE, OUR DEAR MM ANON, HAS GIVEN PARA-SIGHT. PARA THE PREFIX MEANS

💜💜💜💜💜“ alongside of, beside, near, resembling, beyond, apart from, and abnormal.” 💜💜💜💜AND SIGHT. SO I READ SHE HAD BEEN SEEN DRIVING A CAR IN AMERICA OR CANADA. WHO KNOWS WHAT IA TRUE. ABNORMAL DEFINITELY, SHE HAS USED BODY DOUBLES BEFORE IN FAKE PHOTOS, THE VISIT TO THE BAR WITH FAKE HARRY. EVERY ARCHFICIAL PHOTO HAS BEEN PHOTOSHOPPED AND THE SIGHT IS ABNORMAL, ONE CAN TELL IMMEDIATELY THAT SOMETHING IS OFF. I WONDER HOW SHE WILL TRY AND ‘PROVE’ SHE AND ARCHFICIAL ARE STILL IN SAANICH😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. LOCALS KNOW EVERYTHING, BE IT THE SEA, THE PRAIRIES, WHEREVER HERE. WE ARE NOT NOSY BUT WE ARE NOT EASILY FOOLED, WE CAN SMELL BS BEFORE ITS DROPPED!! BUT WE ARE EVER SO POLITE AND NICE THANK YOU VERY MUCH. I CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR HER NEXT MOVE. WE HAVE WON THE LOTTERY KIDS!! I BET SHE IS STILL SCREECH TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HAPPENED😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🥂🥂🍻🍻🍻🥂

SHE IS CUNNING, SLY, MANIPULATIVE IN SO MANY WAYS, BUT SIMULTANEOUSLY EXTREMELY STUPID😂😂😂🤣🤣IT TRULY IS HARD TO FATHOM. HER TOXICITY IS ALMOST LETHAL. THE DAMAGE, HAS AFFECTED THE U.K., THE COMMONWEALTH AND THE WORLD. THE BIBLE SPEAKS OF SATAN BEING THE GREAT LIAR, THE FATHER OF LIES. THIS IS HER MASTER.

William is made of sterner metal”……… ( behind every great man) ……… spring offensive, the children!! …………” Lotties the key”……… the holy trinity

TUNGSTEN WAS ALLEGEDLY HER NICKNAME GIVEN TO HER BY PC WHEN MADAM FIRST CAME ON THE SCENE. PUBLIC EXPLANATION WAS HE ADMIRED HER STRENGTH, WELL NOW WE KNOW IT WAS FOR HER UNBENDING STUBBORN VERY DIFFICULT TO ACCOMMODATE AND DEMANDING NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY!!!

WILLIAM HAS STEPPED UP, SHE HAD AND STILL HAS NO IDEA WHOSE SHE WAS MESSING WITH!!! WILLIAM SINGLE HANDEDLY TOOK ON HRC!!! ITS LIKE LITTLE tootie IN MY FAVOURITE FILM,MEET ME IN ST LOUIS ,TAKING ON THE BROKOFFS ON HALLOWEEN NIGHT😂😂😂🤣🤣. IF YOU HAVE SEEN THE FILM YOU WILL COMPLETELY GET WHAT I MEAN. SUFFICE IT TO SAY, WILLIAMS BACKBONE AND STRENGTH HAS BEEN INHERITED FROM HMTQ!! I AM SO PLEASED TO SEE OUR BELOVED MONARCHY IS SUCH SECURE HANDS!!!

THE OLD SAYING, BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL MAN IS A GREAT STRONG SUPPORTIVE WOMAN! WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT WILLIAM HIT THE MOTHERLODE IN THE LIFE OF MINING TERMS WHEN HE FELL IN LOVE WITH AND MARRIED CATHERINE. HE WAS LUCKY THAT SHE LOVED HIM ENOUGH TO WAIT. THE TEAM OF THE TWO OF THEM, ALONG WITH THE FAMILY THEY ARE BUILDING IS FORMIDABLE. THEY TRULY ARE A POWER COUPLE. I KNOW THAT PHRASE IS BANDIED ABOUT, BUT THEY ARE THE REAL DEAL. HOW LUCKY ARE WE? LUCK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT, AS WITH HMTQ, GOD ORDAINS WHO THE MONARCH IS. HMTQ BELIEVES THAT AS DO I AND MILLION S OF OTHERS.

TIME TO GET EVERYONES MIND OFF OF THE HELLISH TIME OF MADAM, THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN ARE THE KEY. OPERATION SPRING OFFENSIVE IS BEING PLANNED. BRING ON THE WEE CHARMERS! LOTTIE, OUR DEAR CHARLOTTE MOST DEFINITELY IS KEY AS SHE HAS AN EXTREMELY STRONG PERSONALITY, LIKE HMTQ AND RESEMBLES HER VERY MUCH AS WELL, ALTHOUGH SHE DOES HAS THE CHARMING RIGHT CHEEK THING THAT CATHERINE DOES. ITS HARD TO EXPLAIN ITS SORT OF A HALF SQUINT…ITS CHARMING AND COMPLETELY NATURAL!! THE HOLY TRINITY, DEFINITELY CHILDREN ARE GIFTS FROM GOD. THEY HAVE THREE, BUT I STILL STAND FIRM THAT NUMBER FOUR IS ON THE WAY. THE HOLY TRINITY IS PROTECTING THEM FROM EVIL MADAM HAS BROUGHT.

“freeze them out”………… “it’s all a smokescreen sir”…… “ yes, full steam ahead, ask Camilla “

FREEZING SOMEONE OUT MEANS PRETENDING THEY NO LONGER EXIST, IGNORE THEM, NOT PUBLICLY SEEN TOGETHER ETC ETC. THIS WILL BE HOW THEY WILL MOVE FORWARD UNTIL MADAM IS COMPLETELY DEALT WITH. GIVEN THAT SHE WANTED TO LEAVE THE U.K., THE FAMILY SHE GOT, FOR THE FAMILY SHE NEVER HAD, WANTING TO DO HER OWN THING OR ‘THEIR’OWN THING WITHOUT ANY FINANCIAL HELP OR GOING TO THE U.K., THE FREEZING “THEM” OUT WOULD PUBLICLY BE SEEN AS RESPECTFUL BECAUSE THEY ARE RESPECTING HER WISHES🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. THE GAME IS AFOOT, ALL A SMOKESCREEN, ANOTHER WORD NEEDING EXPLAINING BUT PLEASE LOOK IT UP, MY HANDS ARE NEARING THE END, SORRY. MADAM IS SO STUPID🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, BEING THE NARCISSIST THAT SHE IS THE LAST THING SHE WANTS IS TO BE FINANCIALLY INDEPENDENT, LIVING ON VI. NO PUBLICITY, IN THE WOODS😂😂😂😂😂. THERE IS A GREAT SAYING, I DO NOT KNOW THE ORIGIN BUT WILL LOOK IT UP AT SOME POINT, BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR BECAUSE YOU MIGHT JUAT GET IT!! WELL SHE HAS GOTTEN IT ALLRIGHT AND THERE IS PLENTY MORE TO COME😂😂😂😂😂.

CAMILLA CANNOT STAND MADAM, THE GARDEN PARTY VIDEO ASKING FOR HELP🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, REFUSING TO ATTEND THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE TO DO A S HOOL OUTING, THE CATHEDRAL VIDEO WHERE SHE IGNORES MADAM AND RUBS HER OWN TUMMY WHILST SMILING AT CATHERINE ETC ETC. CAMILLA IS 110% APPROVAL OF THIS!!

“ circle the wagons LG” …………” Burn that f**** olive branch, once bitten”………” a Canadian tour , with the children, OMG! Touché!!……… inde redire eruditionis Habes

HMTQ, PP TALKING WITH LG, THE FAMILY NEEDS BROUGHT TOGETHER, PHYSICALLY TO PROTECT HARRY AND THE MONARCHY! THE TERM, MM ANON HAS USED BEFORE. CIRCLE THE WAGONS, IS QUITE LITERAL, OR WAS. WHEN THE PIONEERS MOVED WEST IN NORTH AMERICA, OVERTAKING NATIVE LAND NATURALLY THE INDIGENOUS POPULATION WAS NOT HAPPY. THERE WAS A LOT OF VIOLENCE AND BLOODSHED. THEY LITERALLY CIRCLED THE WAGONS AND HID INSIDE THE CIRCLE SHOOTING THEIR GUNS OUT AT THE INDIANS.

MADAM GOT EVERYTHING SHE WANTED YESTERDAY BUT THEN CHANGED HER MIND, NO NOT LIVING PARTIALLY IN THE U.K. AND ABROAD. NO NO NOPE NO U.K. SHE JUST CANNOT GET OUT OF HER OWN WAY!!

TO EXTEND AN OLIVE BRACH, THE TERM GOES WAY WAY BACK, BUT IT MEANS TO GIVE SOMETHING TO MAKE SOMEONE HAPPY IN A DISPUTE, THATS THE SHORT DEFINITION. WELL IT INITIALLY WORKED BUT WHEN MADAM HAD TIME TO THINK NO,SHE WANTED MORE YET, NO U.K. NOPE NOT GONNA DO IT. NOPE!!

PP SAYING BURN THE BLEEPING OLIVE BRANCH!! ONCE BITTEN,TWICE SHY. THIS IS ANOTHER OLD PHRASE HE JUST USED THE FIRST PART. EXAMPLE, DOG COMES UP, YOU PET HIM HE BITES YOU. WOULD YOU PET HIM AGAIN? I DONT THINK SO. THIS PHRASE IS NOT EXCLUSIVE TO BITING. EXAMPLE FRIENDS ASKS FOR MONEY , HE’S DESPERATE, YOU GIVE BUT NEVER GET PAID BACK AND ITS NEVER MENTIONED. THEN HE ASKS AGAIN FOR MONEY WOULD YOU GIVE?? DOES THIS MAKE SENSE, I HOPE SO, I TRY EVER SO HARD, FOLKS ALL OVER THE WORLD READ THESE AND I WANT EVERYONE TO UNDERSTAND THE SLANG WORDS OR SAYINGS.

MADAM, ON PAPER, HAS AN OBSESSION WITH LIVING IN CANADA. NOW KIDS, ALL OF ADULTS KNOW WHY, TAXES!! A CAMBRIDGE TOUR OF 🇨🇦 CANADA, WITH THE ENTIRE FAMILY IN TOW, HOW MARVELLOUS. 💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜CAN YOU POP BY MY PLACE AND SAY HI PG??💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜😁😁😁😊😊😊😁😁😁 OH YOUR MAJESTY, TOUCHÉ INDEED. MADAM WOULD BE SCREAMING LIKE A BANSHEE🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣. THEY WILL GETS SUCH HUGE CROWDS AND A WARM LOVING RECEPTION, THE LIKES OF WHICH MADAM CAN ONLY DREAM OF, AND EVEN HER DREAMS WOULD NOT DO IT JUSTICE. 💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻YOUR MAJESTY, I WOULD CURTSEY, WERE I PHYSICALLY ABLE TO CHEERS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 🥂.

inde redire eruditionis Habes

And repeat learning you

ONE LEARNS THE HARD WAY, LIFE IS FOR LEARNING. WOW OUR DEAR HARRY HAS LEARNED HASN’T HE? SURELY HE WAS A VICTIM! MILLIONS OF BOOTY CALLS HAPPEN DAILY, THIS WAS COMPLETELY UNFORESEEABLE. 💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻HARRY YOU ARE LOVED MORE THAN YOU KNOW. I PRAY FOR A VERY HAPPY LIFE FOR YOU. YOUR TIME WITH HER IS OVER, LOTS TO DEAL WIT TO BE SURE.

ITS INTERESTING, A FEW DAYS AGO, SOMEONE MADE A POST ON SKIPPY’S BLOG ABOUT MY ERUDITE WRITING. LITERALLY FROM THE LATIN TRANSLATES AS , SOUNDING LIKE YODA IT IS 💜💜💜💜AND REPEAT LEARNING YOU💜💜💜💜. ERUDITE IS SIMPLY, RATHER NOT SIMPLY BUT DEMONSTRATING A VAST ARRAY OF KNOWLEDGE WHICH BECOMES EVIDENT IN CONVERSATION OR I GUESS IN TUMBLR IT WOULD BE THROUGH ONE’S WRITINGS. . My DEAR MM ANON, MIGHT I BE SO BOLD, BECAUSE YOU AND I HAVE GOTTEN TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER VIA THESE RIDDLES AND INTERPRETATIONS , MIGHT I BE SO BOLD AS TO SUGGEST THAT A PART OF THIS IS REFERRING TO MY SKILLS OF INTERPRETING YOUR RIDDLES??

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Thank you PG looks great….😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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170: Jan 16

LET THAT SINK IN KIDS, THIS IS MY 160TH RIDDLE INTERPRETATION, WOW WOW WOW☺️☺️😊💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

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MM Anon I just found this!

MM ANON,……… sea-plane PR. ……… where’s Harry?………… “ leaves 15million mansion visits poor shelter 🤣🤣🤣………… so broke,(woke)……… Paternal hurricane ……… Royal courts of Justice ……… “ write me a roll”………… “what Megan wants, Megan forgets”:……… Calipornia politics? ………… “she can be the new AOC” ……… she’ll campaign for Dems……… “OW ,tell all coming”. ……… negotiations,negotiations!!! …… W&K kill it !!!

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #170!!!! January 16/2020

0020 hrs CST SKIPPY JUST FOUND THE RIDDLE JUST POSTED!

MM Anon I just found this!

sea-plane PR. ……… where’s Harry?………… “ leaves 15million mansion visits poor shelter 🤣🤣🤣………… so broke,(woke)

MADAM IS LIKE WHERES WALDO, SHE “ALLEGEDLY” POPS UP IN THE ODDEST PLACES, IN PHOTOSHOPPED, ALLEGEDLY BUT LETS BE CLEAR THEY ARE PHOTOSHOPPED PHOTOS AT THE ODDEST ANGLES, IN PHOTOS FROM THE SAME DAY, ALLEGEDLY, THE SWEATER CHANGES, HER BOOTS CHANGE, HER THIGH SIZE CHANGES, HER NECKLACE CHANGE FROM A GOLD CIRCLE THING TO A WHALE, EARRINGS ON, THEN OFF, HAIR LENGTH CHANGES. ITS LIKE YOU FEEL INSANE LOOKING AT THESE PHOTOS AND THEN YOU REALIZE YOU ARE THE SANE ONE🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂THIS CALIFORNIA GIRL, LEAVES THE MANSION, AND ALL ITS COMFORTS, TO FLY PUBLIC IN A SEAPLANE TO VISIT THE MOST DIFFICULT PART OF THE CITY. I CALL BS, OR AS COLONEL POTTER ON M*A*S*H USED TO SAY, HORSE HOKKY 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. SHE IS DOING ALL OF THIS ON HER DEVICE FROM WHEREVER SHE IS IN CUSTODY, AT SOHO, ETC.

HARRY APPEARS IN NONE, DESPITE HE WAS TO FLY OUT RIGHT AFTER THE BIG MEETING AT SANDRINGHAM. THURSDAY HE HAS THE RUGBY AT BP. HE WAS SUPPOSED TO FLY OUT AFTER THAT. NOW BP HAS SOME APPEARANCES FOR HIM NEXT WEEK. I LOVE THE LINE IN THE ARTICLE POSTED ON THE BLOG” as the story changes “ SOMETHING LIKE THAT. THIS IS ALL CONTINUED KABUKI KIDS. I DO NOT BELIEVE FOR ONE SINGLE SECOND SHE IS CURRENTLY IN VI. SHE HAS CALLED IN THE FEW FAVOURS SHE HAS LEFT. SHE HAS TO MERCH!! EVEN TWO YEAR OLD PARKA CAN BRING MONEY IN L GUESS .

TERRIBLE SNOWY STORMY WEATHER IN VANCOUVER, YET OUT SHE GOES, TO ENLIGHTEN THE POOREST OF THE POOR IN A VANCOUVER WOMENS CENTRE. HER MYSOGYNISTIC USE OF OTHER AT RISK WOMEN, IS VILE, DISGUSTING EVIL, THE WORKS OF SATAN!!

Paternal hurricane ……… Royal courts of Justice ……… “ write me a roll”…………

WELL ITS COMING KIDS, NETTY IS DOING HIS BIT. THE CHIEF JUSTICE AND OTHER JUSTICES(JUDGES) OF THE COURT OF ENGLAND AND WALES ARE ON THE CASE. DNA WILL BE REVEALED, HARRY WILL BE TOLD HE IS NOT THE FATHER, FEIGN SHICK DEVASTATION ETC ETC. THIS WILL BE A MASSIVE PR HURRICANE. PATERNAL MEANS FATHER OR OF THE FATHER SIDE OF THE FAMILY. I WONDER IF THEY KNOW OR WILL REVEAL THE TRUE FATHER, LIKELY NOT.PROTECTING THE BABY IS PARAMOUNT. WRITE ME A ROLL😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 , NO THE JUSTICES WONT WRITE HER A ROLE, AS IN ACTING, IT WILL BE A ROLL, AS IN DECREE OF GUILT OR INNOCENCE. REMEMBER THE FANCY GOLDEN SCROLL DR GOT FOR THE ENGAGEMENT? LEGAL PAPERS ARE WRITTEN KIND OF LIKE THAT BUT NOT, IF THAT MAKES SENSE. BASICALLY THE VERDICT, WRITE THE VERDICT FOR THE PUBLIC RECORD. OH THIS WILL BE SOOOO GOOD.

INFORMATION RE ROLLS FROM WIKI….

Keeper or Master of the Rolls and Records of the Chancery of England, known as the Master of the Rolls, is the President of the Court of Appeal of England and Wales, Civil Division, and Head of Civil Justice. As a judge, he is the second in seniority in England and Wales only to the Lord Chief Justice, who is Baron Maldonado, Lord Ian Duncan Burnett or NETTY, PP LONG TERM MATE!! The Master of the Rolls was initially a clerk responsible for keeping the “Rolls” or records. End wiki.

“what Megan wants, Megan forgets”:……… Calipornia politics? ………… “she can be the new AOC” ……… she’ll campaign for Dems……… “

NO MORE WHAT SHE WANTS AND GETS NOW ITS FORGETS. SHE MISSES ALL THE SMALL DETAILS

AOC, DESPITE THE INTERNET HAVING BEEN SCRUBBED BY THE BEST, OUR TEAM HERE , STIL FIND MANY GLARING DISCREPANCIES, BE IT IN THE SEAPLANE, THE MAGIC SNOW THAT ONLY FELL IN PART OF THE PHOTO, ALL THE DISCREPANCIES, YOU READ THE BLOG YOU KNOW THEM!

AOC, NEWLY ELECTED TO THE CONGRESS IN AMERICA AOC, AS SHE HAS BECOME KNOWN, EASIER TO TYPE. AOC IS WIKI💜💜💜Alexandria Ocasio-Cortezis a politician and activist who serves as the U.S. Representative for New York’s 14th congressional district. is an American politician and activist who serves as the U.S. Representative for New York’s 14th congressional district. 💜💜 SHE HAS BEEN VERY OUTSPOKEN AND POLARIZING BUT NO POLITICS TALK. MADAM IS PROBABLY OOZING TO GET THE PRESS AOC GETS!!

IS THE BACKERS NEW PLAN TO HAVE HER RUN FOR SOME DEMOCRATIC POSITION IN THE 2029 AMERICAN ELECTION AS THE NEW AOC BRAND ?🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 WOW THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY MIGHT WANT TO THINK TWICE ABOIT THIS, SHE MAY BE IN CUSTODY😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣.

“OW ,tell all coming”. ……… negotiations,negotiations!!!

RUMOURS AGAIN OF A TELL ALL BY MADAM, WITH OW NO LESS COUGH BACKER, COUGH COUGH BACKER!!!! LOTS OF BACK AND FORTH TO ARRANGE, DISCUSS, MERCH ETC ETC ETC. MAKES ME SICK.EVIL EVIL EVIL PERNICIOUS WOMAN. OK KIDS INWONT POST HAMLET ANYMORE BUTTHAT FITS HER SO PERFECTLY!!

W&K kill it !!!

THEY ARE ON FIRE IN TERMS OF BEING LOVED AND POPULARITY, ALL BASED ON REALITY NOTHING FAKE OR PRETENTIOUS. WHEN WILLIAM GAVE CATHERINE THAT WHITE ROSE TODAY I TEARED UP, IT WAS A MOMENT BETWEEN THE TWO, SO SPECIAL. ANYTHING MADAM DOES, THEY GET MORE LOVE, RESPECT AND ATTENTION FOR JUST SMILING. THEY ARE GOING TO , AS THE KIDS SAYS, SLAY IN 2020!! THEIR CHILDREN CONTINUE TO GROW AND WHO DOESN’T LIVE THEM?? WAIT UNTIL WE SEE MORE OF BOSS BABY TURNED INTO BOSS TODDLER, IT WILL BE CRAZY POPULARITY!! A TOUR OF CANADA 🇨🇦 AMD AMERICA PERHAPS, OH PLEASE DO STOP IN, SAY HELLO, I WOULD DIE, ABSOLUTELY DIE IF THAT HAPPENED. WERE I ABLE TO TRAVEL I WOULD GO TO WHERE THEY WILL VISIT. 2020 IS GOING TO DRIVE THEIR POPULARITY EVEN HIGHER. I CANNOT WAIT!!💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜. 0105 hrs CST

Wow! PG it sounds like we are in the home stretch doesn’t it! How we have prayed for this! I can’t wait! Thank you, so appreciate this….wow…you have done soooo many….wow!😊💜💜💜💜

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