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[make-a-little-mischief]

❤️🎬 DIRECTOR-MODE X 8 🎬❤️

[darkbluekies]

Silas likes nutty chocolate, at least that's what he tells you when there are only the nutty ones left in the selection boxes. This darling dosent like nuts much, but it makes him feel all warm inside at the delusional idea that darling left those specifically for him (even if that's not the proper reason)

Kry likes dark chocolate, maybe mint butt deffiantley has a box in the attic of small individuals wrapped ones liquor flavoured along with his first draft of his story. He might never eat them even, but soemtimes he goes and looks at them because they remind him of his parents. He once stole one from a cupboard when his parents wernt looking, only to realise they were horrible and alcohol flavoured and put him off sweets for like a year afterward. It made him believe his parents about lots of things being far to unhealthy for him to even think about eating because if chocolate tasted that bad they must be right!

Hedwig loves strawberry bonbons, realised a long while ago that she ate far too many to be healthy but couldn't come to regret it when you asked how her breath always smelt like strawberrys because you love the smell of strawberrys.

Edmund really likes afternoon teas. He saw his mother have them with other ladies soemtimes When he was little and always made an effort to steal a cake or pastry from them. When he first became king he ate them a lot in private because in weird way it made him feel closer to the mother he never really got to know. He hasn't eaten one since he met darling because he's worried it makes him seem less manly, but I'm sure they both would share one if he asked.

Jerry doesn't like chocolate. Well, she dosent like most chocolate. Then she find you in the kitchen, following some tiktok trend of homemade chocolate and she dies a little inside because she knows she'll have to pretend to enjoy it for your sake. But then she eats it and it tastes how you smell and it has your fingerprints from where you touched it too much during the drying prosess, everything screams you. Now Jerry has you make a new batch of chocolate very week.

(Not ment to be accurate or anything, i hope life feels better soon for you blue <3)

are you reading my mind because i literally opened up one of our new year's choclate boxes because i wasn't feeling the best lol. Thank you by the way. There's so much going on at the same time right now and i don't feel like my body can handle it all, but i'm taking one day at a time.

Silas unironically likes liqour chocolate. He's the one that eats them voluntarily. He doesn't like those fruit ones, they're too gooey and tastes horrible.

In sweden, we have a choclate box called "Aladdin" (aka the one i just opened lmao) and in that box, i think he would share my favorite "höstnougat" (autumn nougat) with a taste of coffee. But he would be the type to have 1 with his coffee instead of actually snacking on them. His parents probably had the Aladdin box too, because of how old it is, but it's a calssic so he needs to have it but he wouldn't really like it.

Not to be all Narnia, or anything, but I think my King Edmund would like turkish delight. I don't know why, but it just feels like it fits him? Or hard candy, like those that have been made for years and years and years. Old fashioned boy here.

Jerry doesn't really like chocolate, you're right in that. I don't think she really likes "sweet" at all. I think she's more of a savory girl. But, I think she likes ice cream. And she likes fruity flavours (wonder why)

Hedwig. Oh boy. She loves sweet and she loves strawberry. Everything strawberry flavoured is her absolute favorite. Both natural and artificial. But I also have a weird feeling that she likes artificial banana too. This girl loves lollipops<3

[chloessleepystories]

Chocolate Fog

Mind control, Drugged, Male/Female, Male Dominant

This was sparked by a patron's three-word prompt: Airplane. Eyes. Chocolate.

***

The setting sun was glaring through the little airplane window, so Amber, squinting, lowered the shade halfway. She was a pretty white girl in her early 20s, blonde, with a thin sweater stretched over generous breasts. Her seatmate had noticed them – noticed her beauty – but hadn't been creepy about it, and she appreciated that. They were only an hour into their 4-hour flight, and she didn't want to feel creeped out the whole time.

He seemed like a gentleman. Older man, with dusky skin and a trim white beard. Dr Suresh or something like that, he'd said, with just a hint of an accent, as he'd smiled and exchanged pleasantries before takeoff. She got a warm feeling from him – partly from his nice smile, partly from his rich, deep, soothing voice, but mostly from his eyes – they sparkled with warmth and mischief, and there seemed to be golden flecks in those kindly, chocolate-brown eyes.

The snacks and drinks trolley was coming down the aisle. She found she was really looking forward to that little packet of peanuts. She pulled down the little tray, moving her paperback to the empty seat beside her. How fun air travel was! And how cool that the flight wasn't fully booked, so she had room to spread out. Dr Suresh had spread out too – he'd laid a small case on the seat between them when he first sat down. So that was nice – a shared space, but also a buffer.

She ordered her peanuts and a Diet Coke from the nice stewardess.

"There you go. And for you, sir?"

"A scotch and soda, please. Neat."

"That's all?"

"That is all. Thank you. Oh – a blanket, perhaps, when you have the chance."

Amber leaned over, once the stewardess had moved on. "No peanuts? I think the peanuts are my favorite part. For some reason, peanuts on a plane just taste better than peanuts anywhere else!"

He chuckled in his throat, as she giggled. "This is true. Perhaps someone should do a study as to why. Me, I do not need them, for I bring my own snacks." He patted the small sample case between them. "The finest chocolate bars no one has heard of – yet. New, from my company."

"Wait – you make chocolate?? That's awesome! What are you, Willy Wonka?" He laughed again at her little joke. She liked his laugh. "Wait a second, I thought you said earlier you were a scientist?"

"This is indeed true. I am a scientist," he said, and his eyes twinkled. "There is a lot of science that goes into making good candy. Did you know this?"

He was already opening the case, so she decided he didn't mind talking about it. "So what's special about it?"

The bars were packaged more like an extra thick Hershey bar than a Snickers or 3 Musketeers – a dark-brown sleeve around a foil wrapper. The sleeve said "Chocolate Fog."

"Our chocolate is made from a very special bean just recently discovered deep in the Amazon rainforest," he said in his rich, melodic voice. "Its flavor is unlike any other kind of chocolate previously tasted outside of Peru. In our labs, it goes through a special process designed to enhance its unique properties, until we arrive at what I believe is the best chocolate bar ever created."

He peeled open one end of one bar to show it was segmented. He broke off a chunk and held it out. "You will have a taste, and you will agree, yes?"

Well, how could she refuse free chocolate? She popped the thick square in her mouth, and her eyes lit up at the explosion of taste on her tongue. "Mmmm! It's so rich, and ... nutty? But also there's a softness, like ... almost a little nougat in there?"

"That is what gives it its ‘fog,' I believe," he murmured. "That airy quality."

"It's amazing!" she said, and drooled a little speaking around a mouthful of chocolate. "Could I ... Could I have a little more?"

"You may have the whole bar, dear lady," he said, and the golden flecks in his eyes sparkled as he smiled. "I have plenty more ..."

Half an hour later, the plane interior was much darker. The sun had finished setting, and people were dozing, or watching movies with their headphones. Only a few overhead pinpoint lights lit up the interior gloom.

Amber had a tummy full of chocolate. She'd finished the bar in a surprisingly short time, and had been allowed to devour a second too. Now, she leaned back in her seat, feeling the gentle rocking of the plane and hearing its dull roar, and feeling ... lulled. Lulled into a repose.

Lull, lull, lull. What a funny word, she thought. Lol. Lull. Lulllllled ...

She looked over at Dr Suresh, with a dopey smile and lidded, glazed eyes. "Thasss so good ..." she whispered. "Bess chocklit ever ... It makes me, like, happy ..."

The chocolate taste coated the inside of her mouth. It felt like was coating her brain, too, which was sluggish. Thoughts were moving slowly through the rich, chocolatey fog in her head.

"I am very glad to hear that," said her seatmate. "You look like you are enjoying it thoroughly."

He raised his armrest and, moving his sample case and the blanket he'd gotten from the stewardess, slid into the seat beside her.

"I am always interested in learning more about the special properties of these special beans. So I do enjoy finding more test subjects. Tell me – and please be honest, this is for posterity – how do you feel?"

She giggled, quietly. "I feel ssoooo goooood ..." she whispered. "Like, rosy! Like no worries, no stress, all the tension I was feeling in my body that I didn't even know I was carrying, has melted away! Like every cell in my body has gone on a happy lil vacation!!!"

"Well, that does sound delightful," he said, making a few notes on a small pad.

"Whadid you ssay was in there?"

"A mild sedative to slow the limbs, dopamines and opioids that produce a gentle euphoria, similar to being pleasantly intoxicated. Some components of the bean that inhibit activity in the prefrontal cortex and make you highly suggestible, that we have ... enhanced. And of course some pretty damn good chocolate."

He smiled, and his teeth seemed to shine in the dim light of the plane interior. She could see his eyes glittering, almost like a cat's.

"... Huhh?" she slurred. There was a bit of chocolate-brown drool at one corner of her mouth. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on him.

"Now," he went on. "Here's my question. I know the chocolate makes you happy. Makes you dopey. And it sometimes can be addictive. What I don't know is ..." And he leaned closer. "Does the chocolate make you horny?"

She blinked, and focused a little bit, looking deeply into his eyes. "H-horny?"

"Yes. You can feel it now, can't you? You can feel the rich, melting pleasure coursing through you, from your tongue up to your brain, and down through your whole body ... Melting away your inhibitions, covering your objections with flavor and pleasure." She was captivated by his eyes, dancing and sparkling. She hardly had to listen to his words. "The chocolate fog fills your whole body, making your nipples erect, yes? Your tummy tingle. Your arms and legs are like lead, heavy with the weight of their happiness, and your pussy ... oh, your pussy is singing, and buzzing, drinking in the rich, chocolatey heat. It's getting so aroused, so needy. Why, if you think about it – and it is hard to think, isn't it? – but if you think about it, you can feel your whole body, and all your mind, melting into your needy, foggy pussy. If only you could lift your arms, you would be desperate to pinch your nipples. Desperate to rub your clit. As it is, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, around that heat, that aching need ... Isn't that right? You're squeezing right now, aren't you?"

She couldn't look away from his eyes. She could barely blink. Her eyes were watering. She nodded. Her whole body was consumed with hunger – no longer for chocolate, but for sex. For carnal pleasure. For cock. Yes! She needed to be filled with cock! That's what she craved now!!

She whimpered, quietly, in that dozing, dark plane filled with unknowing passengers, staring into the eyes of her kindly seatmate.

He moved the blanket over her lap without breaking eye contact, and pressed his hand into her crotch under its cover. He raised her skirt and stroked a finger along the moist heat of her panties-covered mound. She moaned and twitched, her mouth falling open, staring into his eyes.

"Please ..." she whispered. "Please, I'm so horny ..."

"My only question," he said, smiling directly into her eyes, "is whether you would have gotten so horny if I hadn't suggested it. Did I implant that thought into your suggestible brain? Or does the chocolate actually make you horny by itself?"

He moved her panties aside, and stuck a finger deep into her wetness. Her eyes filled silently with gratitude, already dreaming how she wanted to spend the whole weekend with him, letting his fingers and his cock and his chocolate do everything he wanted to with her.

"Every time, I tell myself I'm going to just wait and see," he went on, stroking her sex, already bringing her close to her first mind-breaking orgasm. "I won't say a word, just observe. But every time ... well ... I can't help it. I tell you how good your body feels. And it does."

She grasped his strong arm in both her little hands, and gasped in ecstasy, trying to be as quiet as possible and mostly succeeding.

"Six times now, and every time, I ruin the experiment. I just can't stop talking! It is a failing. I am a bad scientist."

He grinned.

"But you forgive me ... Don't you?"

And his eyes sparkled.

[clockworkreapers]

Can you give a brief description of what the 16 emissaries are like?

In personality no (cuz not all of them are my characters, as with all AN things other people are invited into the universe or invited to make offshoots of it). Blanket description of the position is that they are part of the royal “family”, all fuchsia bloods who did not fight for the position of ruler and instead become emissaries of the empire. All emissaries are one step below The Luminary (the current empress) in rank of power. They are the ones who oversee colony planets that are gifted to them by the empress. Think of them as similar to governors or old world lords but the area they oversee are entier planet colonies that house billions of Alternians each.

The emissary that I can 100% speak for on a more personal level is Valitn aka Val. Val is on the younger side, like around 900 sweeps (like 2000 years old) and he kinda shows it cuz he’s very free spirited and kinda disregards his job. He’s known for handing a lot of stuff off to advisors while he instead goes off and kinda just enjoys himself going out to dinners/galas/parties/celeb meet ups/ anything that’s fun and flashy. Sure he has the knowledge to regulate his colonies but he just thinks it’s a hassle and boring. He does participate in more formal imperial gatherings and meetings still however, he just has other people in govornment under him do the majority of the work and he gets to know the gist of what’s going on. (Why he only has 3 colonies cuz Luminary doesn’t want to give him more cuz he’s not responsible enough yet).

There are also 4 elder emissaries that are owned by my significant other who I can moderately speak for (though he’d know the most).

Blalip, The Emissary Warlord and the head of the military, as well as Luminaries right hand and the oldest living troll in the empire as of now. Hes the grandpa fuchsia, gruff, serious, very intimidating and also very physically imposing, he is a scary old man. Of course being the face and overseer of the entire Alternian military he’s very very important.

Harlan, The Emissary Droneforger (my trolls live on one of his colonies) He is the second eldest fuchsia very reserved, kinda the quiet engeneer who likes to be left to his work. He’s on the side of industrializing and physical machinery manufacturing side of the empire. He’s not as hands on with his colonies but he’s the one you want to be under if your looking to be a big name inventor or manufacturer of machinery and non-cybernetic tech.

Yrskma, The Emissary Vivisectionist, her focus is on cybernetics manufacturing and improvements. She is at the top of bioengineering research and implementation. Mad sciency lady but more contained/ less insane, very smart and put together, also very into her research but is more likely to collaborate and talk with other trolls rather than keep to herself like Harlan.

Quelia, The Emissary Oracle. She is the youngest of the elder fuchsias (those older than Luminary) and she issssss… interesting? She is brilliant mind you, an incredibly talented and knowledgeable programmer, in turn she kinda oversees a lot of cyberspace and internet regulation. She made a lot of the base stuff for what keeps the web running along with useful A.I. and imperial programing she’s kinda the god and mother of cyberspace. However in person she is flirty, nutty, and kinda crazy, she is the most likely to stab you due to an intrusive thought.

[thesovereignsring-if]

Not really an update, but I'm working on a side project...

I'm sick today and it's messing with my productivity so I'm sharing with you guys a little sneakpeak on a side project ive been cooking up for a while. I'm not sure how well it be received since its more horror-oriented with no romance in it (the MC is a baby!) ; w; and it'll be my first time writing horror too. The project is in its very early stages, but when the time comes, maybe I'll make it's own tumblr blog for it.

I have some really old concept art is anyone is interested. Tho my artstyle and process very different from what it was 2-3 years ago. >//< This is a really long post so beware!!

Anyway, I've always wanted to work in the visual novel genre/Renpy, but being a newbie at the whole indie-dev thing makes it feel overwhelming, but since TSR's development is going somewhat smoothly, I've been thinking of giving it a shot! In the future once I finish the Twine version of TSR (probably years from now tbh) I'd like to take a crack at making it a visual novel. I am a visual artist a heart before anything else haha

Hence the side project! I'll be working on it in short bursts between updates, just to wind down and prevent burn out, but I plan to make the story in Twine first before working in Renpy. Anyway here a little sneak peak :)

The Diabolical Estate of Count Blackwood

There is something strange going on in this town...

You were nothing more than a dirty street urchin until you were scooped up by the young Percival Blackwood and whisked away to live in his newly inherited estate. 

There is something going on in the eerie town of Grimvale, from its strange inhabitants to the even stranger events that have been happening ever since you stepped foot here. Even the new castle you call home is filled with mysteries around every corner. Some of them are more sinister than others… 

Will you be able to uncover the mysteries of the town or will you succumb to the shadows over it?

Cast:

The Young Lord/Lady/ Honourable Blackwood: That's you. The dirty street urchin. Your life changed forever when Percival took you off the streets at the age of 8.

Percival “Percy” Blackwood: Your new father. He’s impulsive, eccentric and a bit nutty, but he certainly doesn’t make things boring around here. Apparently he went by another name before taking his grandfather's title.  

Sylvia Blackwood (née Faulkner): Your new Mother. She’s aloof with a sharp tongue- but only to Percival it seems. She mostly tolerates your presence. You wonder what keeps her tied to Percival. Something tells you that it's more than just 'love'.

Abel Waxley: The head butler of the estate. He’s stern and sharp tongued to everyone who upsets the flow of his schedule. He’s one of the few people who can reign Percival in. He looks like he could use a vacation.

Amos Blackwood: The previous count and Percival's grandfather. He was a known hermit and an eccentric man before his timely demise. Only he knows all the secrets of the castle. 

Balan ???: The strange older man who used to live in the castle with the late Count Blackwood. Were they lovers? Or just good friends? 

Concept Artwork:

[gilverrwrites]

For Black Mask 🖤 for the Headcanon Meme < 3

what does their breakfast look like?

what is their favorite wine / liquor?

how do they take their coffee / tea?

do they take any medications?

what does a typical day off work look for them?

On a standard day, breakfast is just a black coffee with one sugar, but if he's in the position where breafast is easy/a must (a meeting in a resturant, a day off, a special occassion) then he's partial bagels. He's not fussy what kind but he defiently prefers savoury: a plain or wholewheat, bacon egg and cheese with butter.

For wine, gotta be a nice expensive bottle of italian red, but he'd always reach for a whiskey first. Probably bourbon, but he prefers sweet flavours over nutty or woodsy.

Black americano with one sugar, preferably brown sugar. He also enjoys a (again black) cold brew in the summer. He has many boxes of chamomile tea, meant to help calm him when he's in bad mood but he never drinks them.

Yes, however I am not a professional so I couldn't get to technical here. As he has a pacemaker, he probably takes some kind of beta bloker to help reglaute his heart rhythms. Pacemakers can also cause pain/discomfort so he probably takes a lot of over the counter pain meds. and I wouldn't be suprised if he's prescribed (but not taking) something for a mood disorder. (Mood disorders are often the cause of anger issues.)

Days off are few and far bewteen, and it nobody is there to distract him, he'll prbably end up putting in at least a few hours of work. But with the best of intentions: Probably has breakfast ordered from his favourite deli and brought to him at home. After a slow start to the day he'll probably take one of his cars for a drive, not in the city, but wherever the closest scenic route is. Really feel the wind blowing over his big bald wooden head.

In the evening it can go one of two ways. He's either meeting with friends/criminal associates for poker, drinks, ladies, or something of the sort, and not going home untill the early hours of the following morning.

Or he's having a nice long hot soak in the bath with a glass of wine before retiring to bed where he'll watch mob films/documenaries.

Thank you for the ask! 🖤🖤🖤

[twiksayshi]

A dumb List of some Happy Tree Friends characters that are based on head-canons on how I think they smell and their hygiene

1.Flaky

I don't think they smell TOO bad, but since they're clearly the sporty type and have dandruff, I imagine their fur and quills to be greasy from sweat from playing sports and also oily. I do think they at least try to take care of themselves though.

Mime

He mimes everything he does, including his personal hygiene leading to his fur to be pretty shaggy and smell bad

3.Nutty

All he eats is sweet sugary things so he definitely has bad teeth and breath. He has a very distinct and sickly sweet smell. he does his personal hygiene with sweets and soft drinks instead of actual bathing and dental facilities e.g brushing his teeth with a lollipop, using soda as mouthwash. I imagine his fur is pretty sticky so it picks up clumps of dirt and other stuff.

4.Russel

Smells like a wet dog and fish. He also has scurvy. That's all I could really say

5.Disco Bear

His personal hygiene is pretty good. It's just that he has all these strong colognes he sprays on himself that attracts anything BUT the ladies. 6.Fliqpy

Do I need to say anything?

(I know FLIPPY is the one pictured here but I couldn't find any other image to prove my point)

7.Toothy

Pretty average in terms of hygiene except dental. His teeth is always a sparkling white as he always brush 5 times a day. His teeth so clean when he smiles you can see you're own reflection like a mirror.

8.Petunia

Literally the cleanest critter in tree town as she prioritizes hygiene over almost everything. She smells like a field of flowers, her fur is silky smooth and soft and she never goes out with out washing her paws.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Ask Jeeves: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Bobby's presence is requested at someone's funeral/will reading. Since he's not here to go, his next of kin will have to do, i.e. you. Sam and Dean make you go thinking they are going to win big. You get something else instead, something deadlier.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

You're taken back into the living room where everyone else is. They're all arguing about what happened, where everyone was, and who might have done it. This was supposed to be a "grab the money and go" kind of day. It seems like wherever you go no matter what you do, it turns into a case. You're sick and tired of going on cases and helping others. You reach up and touch the metal object stuck in your neck. You'd love nothing more than to yank this thing out but Dean won't let you leave.

"Beverly let go of me. It's so obvious she's guilty," Heddy states.

"You're off your rocker, old lady," Dash rolls his eyes.

"Old lady? I--" She notices Sam and Dean at the entrance of the room and stands up straighter. "I'm thirty-nine."

"Yeah, you have been since '03."

"How dare you!" Heddy gasps.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but who's guilty?" Sam asks.

"The town's slut, Amber. She killed Stan."

"What was her motive?" Dashs asks.

"Everyone knows that Amber was sleeping around. She wanted to leave Stan but her prenup was ironclad. So, she killed him."

"Sounds logical," Dean shrugs.

"Well, unless you believe that ridiculous story that she's been peddling. A ghost killed Stanton. Honestly. She's claiming that Bunny's late husband, Lance did it. Have you ever heard such a thing? So stupid."

"You're nutty as a squirrel on those synthetic hormones," Dash bites back.

"Nutty? How appalling of you. Don't they teach you manners at Harvard?"

"Looks like we might have a case here," Sam says when he pulls you and Dean off to the side.

"Yay," you roll your eyes.

"Do you think we can get to the car and get the EMF?"

"Not with Detective Friendly. I guess we're gonna have to go old school."

"Fine. You stay here and keep an eye on everyone. Y/N and I will sniff around upstairs."

"No, I'm staying here."

"Come on," Dean grabs your arm.

"I want to see Sam get flirted with by them." Dean drags you with him anyway and you yank your arm from him. "You're no fun."

"We're not here to have fun, and you're not leaving my sight."

"You can't keep me on a leash. I'm not a dog."

"Yeah? Then why are you acting like a bitch?"

Your glare would burn holes in his head if it could.

"Be careful Dean, you might not wake up one day if you keep this up."

"You won't kill me. You'll have Sam on your ass and trust me, you don't want that."

He has a point. This whole thing fucking sucks. You two sneak upstairs to investigate while Sam holds the fort downstairs. There are artifacts like a mannequin of armor and delicate paintings in the hallway. Nothing that would suggest there is a ghost roaming about in this mansion. At the end of the hallway, there is a bookcase with a ton of books on it.

On one of the books is a symbol that matches the necklace he got from the butler earlier. He pulls out the book to inspect it but can't because it's attached to the shelf. Instead, the bookcase comes forward and opens, revealing a hidden door behind it. Dean takes out the necklace and separates the key from the rest.

"Now why would this Bunny chick leave Bobby a key that goes to a locked door behind a bookshelf in a house he doesn't live in?" you ask.

"No idea."

Dean uses the key on the lock and opens the door to reveal a set of stairs leading toward where the attic is supposed to be. It's all very creepy but Dean is more scared than you are.

"Ladies first."

"Baby," you scoff and push past him.

You walk up the stairs without any sort of weapon to protect yourself while Dean grabs a metal pipe he sees on the way. The attic is dark and dusty but Dean uses his flashlight to help light the way. If you had your magic, you'd be using it. The attic is filled with different statues, artifacts, trinkets, and furniture. It's so crowded up here that you think a hoarder could live up here. There is a rolled-up rug on the ground with feet sticking out of it.

"Dean? Y/N?"

You and Dean turn and see Olivia, the maid, with a horrified expression on her face.

"Olivia?"

"Thank God! I thought you were him."

"Who?"

"Phillip, the butler. He locked me in here because I wouldn't lie to the detective about what I saw."

"What did you see?" you ask.

"I saw him roll Colette's body in a rug."

"Clown College Colette? The butler killed her?"

"No, he just hid her."

"Who killed her?"

"Let me guess--Lance's ghost?"

"No. Bunny's."

That doesn't make any sense. One person is saying they saw Lance's ghost roaming the hallways and now Olivia is saying she saw Bunny's? If you cared about these people at all, you'd get to the bottom of this. However, with the thing on your neck, you're forced to stay with the brothers. They said you couldn't leave them, they didn't say you had to hunt with them. You'll let them do their thing while you stand by and watch them make a bigger fool of themselves than they already are.

You, Dean, and Olivia leave the attic and join the rest downstairs in the living room. Sam is sitting at the table playing cards with Beverly and Heddy but there is no sign of Dash or Amber. Sam sees you two enter and excuses himself before heading over.

"What did you find?" Sam asks once Olivia leaves your side.

"Have you seen the Butler?"

"No. Why?"

"If anyone has any answers, it's him. We're dealing with two vengeful spirits. Apparently, Aunt Bunny had a bee in her bonnet as well."

"You're talking about a husband and wife tag-team killer ghosts?"

"Gotta keep the marriage alive somehow."

"If it is a ghost. There are no cold spots. No electronics going haywire. No ectoplasm. Come on, I thought you two were better hunters than that," you roll your eyes.

"The key is to a hidden attic," Dean says, ignoring your comment.

"Why would Bunny want Bobby to have a key to her attic?"

"I don't know. It gets weirder. I found Olivia and Colette locked inside."

"Clown College Colette?"

"Yeah, but she ain't studying balloon animals. She's dead."

"Now what does the butler have to do with all this?"

"He's the one who locked them in there."

"Or so Olivia says. You trust her just like that?" you smirk and lean against the wall.

"Shush." Dean turns to his brother. "I don't know why but he's covering for the spooks. He's acting like their Renfield."

"Alright, we've got to find him. I'll take upstairs. You take down here."

"Okay," Dean nods.

Dean leaves no room for argument and takes you with him again. He sure wants you to be alright even after everything you've done to him. He hasn't given up hope on you just yet. Guess you'll have to work harder to break his little heart if you're ever going to leave them. Dean passes by some tools and picks up a wrench he's going to use to defend himself if he has to.

"That's not going to do anything."

"Okay, hot shot, use your magic. Oh wait, you don't have it so shut up," Dean snaps.

"Keep it up, Dean. If I have to kill you and your brother, then so be it. It'll put me out of my misery for sure."

Dean chooses to ignore your jabs even though he's kind of scared you'll actually go through with your subtle threats. Dean continues to search the first floor with you trailing behind him with a bored look on your face. He eventually comes across a room that has a sign on it that reads: BUTLER'S QUARTERS. The door is slightly open so he pushes it open further and stares inside.

"Would you go?" you sigh and push him into the room.

Dean is about to say something to you when he notices Phillip by his dresser. He sees you two in the mirror and turns to face you.

"Uh, the leaky faucet is down the hall."

"Cut the shit, Wadsworth. What are you doing hiding dead maids in secret rooms?"

Phillip chuckles. "I know it all looks rather peculiar but I can explain. I did it for Bunny."

"What, did you hide Colette's body in the attic so that she wouldn't steal Bunny's thunder?"

"I couldn't stand the thought of overshadowing Mrs. LaCroix's funeral with another death. She deserved a proper farewell. I owed it to her."

"That's crazy."

"No, Mr. Winchester. That's loyalty."

There's something wrong here. You push past Dean and approach the butler in determination. You grab his chin and move it to the right and left as you inspect his face. He has a certain fire in his eyes that he didn't have when you first met him. You're not dealing with a ghost. You're dealing with a shifter.

"You're not Phillip," you glare.

Dean receives a text from his brother: "Just found Phillip. Dead." Dean turns just in time to see the shifter grab you and toss you into your husband. Both you and Dean fall to the ground as he makes a quick escape. You push Dean away from you and notice a pile of skin by the back door. The shifter has changed forms, and he could be anybody.

"Fuck. I hate shifters. He better not shift into me," you groan and get up.

Dean calls his brother and informs him what's going on, and the two of you meet Sam right outside the kitchen where Phillip's body is.

"Did you see anyone run out of here? I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."

"I thought you wanted nothing to do with hunting," Sam says.

"That bastard could be wearing my face right now. He's dead meat."

"So, the shifter's getting its jollies by impersonating dead people?" Sam asks.

"First Bunny, then Lance, and now Phillip. We saw a pile of skin on our way over to you. He could be anybody, including one of us. We need to find silver."

"Oh, my God!"

You three turn and see Olivia in the doorway with a horrified look on her face.

"He was like that when we found him," Dean says.

"Who did this?"

"We don't know yet. First, I need you to calm down. I know you think he was working with ghosts but there's something way worse going on here."

"Worse than...? What's going on here?"

"If you want to help, then help. Can you do that? We need silver."

Olivia walks to a silverware case without question and opens it to reveal a bunch of silver knives, forks, and spoons.

"Why do you need silverware?"

"For protection."

"You need butter knives to protect you?"

"Trust us. There's a method to our madness."

"How do we know Olivia is who she says she is?" you ask and cross your arms.

Sam reaches into the case and grabs a butter knife.

"Can you hold this?" She does as she's told but her skin doesn't burn. She's safe... for now. Sam picks up two more and hands it to you and Dean. "Alright, let's do this."

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[drmaddict]

The Wallflower Dance

Summary: Reader flees from her parents ball. Sirius saves the day and her feelings.

Word count: 1.214

Warnings: little hurt, LOTS of comfort, mentions of buising (no violence is happening or happened)

The wallflower dance was probably the most humiliating tradition of my family. Only a man could have thought it up.

Every year it took place. Once at the summer solstice and once at the winter solstice. The girls and ladies were dragged onto the dance floors and nicely draped side by side. The trick? There was exactly one male counterpart too few. One girl would be left without a dance partner and she would be the wallflower for the rest of the evening. The wallflower would spend the rest of the evening on the edge of the dance floor watching. That was the tradition.

I had been the wallflower for 3 years, since my introduction to this nutty society. Every time. Six times I had stood on the sidelines. Each time hurt in a different way.

The first time, I was crushed. I had tried so hard with my dress and my hair. The second time, I wanted to cry. Again? Why? The third time, I was sure I was just too ugly for this tradition. The fourth time, I stood on the sidelines, snivelling, watching the girls dance as they floated across the floor like princesses. The fifth time, I wanted to refuse to attend the ball at all. The sixth time, I was annoyed and angry.

Today I stood on the dance floor again. I had no hope. I wondered what would happen if I just left now. My mother would behead me. That's what would happen.

The boys and men came onto the dance floors and grabbed a partner one by one. One jostled me briefly before motioning to the girl next to me.

I rolled my eyes. I waited for everyone to see that I was left again and silently left the floor.

I watched the girls dance and rammed my gloved nails into my upper arm.

If I at least knew that someone had been interested in me for once. But no. No one had ever asked me out, or treated me as anything other than one of the guys.

I felt my cheeks grow warm and a pressure build up behind my eyes. I quickly turned and ran out intonthe garden. The dance was still going on, but I was not willing to watch it again.

The thirteen-year-old girl with the soft heart and big hopes, unfortunately, was still sitting behind my eyes, looking disappointedly at her beautiful dress.

I tore the gloves from my fingers and threw them carelessly into one of the flowerbeds I was walking past.

I heard footsteps behind me. I walked faster. I didn't want my mother to see me crying.

As the footsteps came closer and closer, I called out annoyed: "I'm not doing this to myself again! Your daughter is ugly. Accept it!" I stopped petulantly, breathed heavily. "I was going to ask if you wanted to dance." I heard a voice behind me that definitely did not belong to my mother. I turned around slowly. Sirius Black was looking at me with pity. I was getting angry. "I don't want your pity," was all I said and turned back around.

"I would've asked you when we were fourteen, but my scarecrow of a mother never let me participate in that crap. She thinks I'm just embarrassing her again." I stopped and turned back around. Sirius almost ran into me, but caught himself just in time.

He looked at me kindly. "Hi.", he said just beaming. "Hi.", I replied hesitantly. "So? Dancing?" He grinned at me. I turned and strolled on. Without haste this time. "Wallflower.", I said, "I'm not allowed." "Technically, we're not on the ball," he smiled. I sighed and lifted my arms into position. Sirius grabbed me and put one foot forward to step on mine with conviction. I groaned slightly, but had to laugh.

Sirius smiled. Slight embarrassment lined his eyes. "There's a reason I wasn't allowed on the dance floors. I'm sorry." "That's okay." He shook his head. "I should have just asked you in school," he muttered. "Ask what?", I asked irritated. Sirius looked at me in wonder. "Well... For a date.", he answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I laughed lightly. "Yeah right. After beauty queen Susan Mitchel the little (y/n)." I shook my head in amusement.

When I looked up into Sirius' face, however, I wasn't met with the approving grin I had expected, but only a more confused expression.

"I'm serious," he said. He let the light swing dance fade out. Now I was looking confused. "Really?", I asked dopily.

Sirius nodded. "Do you know that Susan doesn't look half as good as you do under all that makeup?" he asked me. "It takes her over an hour to look like that."

He gave me a friendly look before grinning. "And there's only room for one diva in a relationship, and that's me." He winked at me coquettishly. "I need time for my hair."

I smirked slightly. "I'm serious. Noone wants to see that rat's nest in the mornig." He lightly punched my upper arm.

A gesture that was meant to be encouraging, but only reminded me of how other guys liked to treat me like that. Like one of them. Not just once had I been darkly bruised.

My smile stiffened a bit, but I tried to keep it up. "You okay?" he asked uncertainly. "Yeah. Sure," I smiled.

Sirius faltered. "You probably don't want to go out... at all. With me... Well, you have to have that much arrogance first," he tried to lighten the situation with a laugh. He tried to lighten up the situation with a laugh.

"I would," I blurted out. "It's just...", I gestured to my shoulder, "I don't like it. Mostly it just hurts and..." I looked to Sirius, whose eyes grew wide in shock. "Not that you hurt me right now.... But with the others..." I sighed. "All the other girls get hugs, or they put an arm around their shoulders and then I get beaten green and blue for the greeting." I looked down at the floor. "It's meant nicely, but I hate it."

Sirius looked at me intently. "Who was the last boy to hug you?" he asked. "I don't think there ever was one," I reasoned as Sirius raised his arms in the air as well. "Can I be your first?" he smiled. I walked up to him, but was slightly unsure. To be honest, I had a hard time remembering any hug I'd ever gotten.

Sirius took over for me and wrapped his arms around me. 'He smells good,' it flashed through my mind. I unobtrusively sucked in the scent and let myself fall into the hug. He stroked my back gently. He was about to break away, but my arms remained wrapped around him. He took the hint and put his arms around me again.

"Are you at the Malfoys' this weekend?" he asked into my hair. "I'm afraid so," I mumbled into his shirt. His laughter vibrated through his chest before he gently pushed me off him after all. "How about a date? I know a good place to hide in the backyard." I nodded with a smile. "I'd love to."

[hyperfixingfr]

This is for adult Hoggie and Abby

1- what are their parenting style like. Are they’re strict, lay back, or a mixture of both

2- How is their dynamic with Cree like. Friendly terms, distance, etc

3- How did the two knew they like then love each other

4- Hoggie- did you ever know what happened to your dad.

1:

Abby: "never in Abby's life will you see her be strict if I decided to have kids! My momma was a gentle parenting kind of lady, and it's the reason I'm in a better mental state than my lovers. When we were younger, everyone came over to my house for dinner and sleepovers, because my house was the safest place for everyone."

Hoagie: "I can agree with that. My mother thought she was laid back... She hardly was. Look at how I turned out. If we had children, we would NEVER be strict with them. Children are people just like us, they just know and understand less. You have to teach them directly and be understanding of what they can and can't do or understand at those ages, because kids aren't miracle workers. Kids have feelings and wants too, and you shouldn't tell them not to do something unless you can provide a reason for why it's bad, something that isn't stupid like telling them they have to listen just because you're the parent. Silly punishments like telling your kid to go clean their room when they messed up only make them hate the task of keeping their spaces clean! I had to do a lot of self recovery when I moved in with Wally regarding my views of cleaning because when I was younger, I had punishments rather than consequences... And my punishments were to clean up after other people even though cleaning up was completely unrelated to what I had done!"

Abby, patting his shoulder: "it's okay, baby. You aren't in that situation anymore."

Hoagie: "I know I'm not! I'm not worked up or anything, I'm-"

Abby: ".. Honey, you are VERY worked up. Your passion is felt everywhere... Especially in your shoulders. You've got a lot of tension."

Hoagie: "o-okay, well do you blame me?! I could never, ever let a kid endure what I did! These idiots think that their kids sneaking out is just apart of being a kid, but you never snuck out because you were raised right and never felt like you had to. I snuck out all the time because of how they raised me, even more so with their strict rules!"

Abby: "we get it, baby. You really are great evidence for why strict parenting doesn't work... Serves good shock value."

Hoagie: "shock value is a new one."

2: (CW// bigotry, fatphobia, alcoholism, eating disorder)

Hoagie: "we stopped talking to her long, long ago by choice. Once Abby went to college, Cree was out of our lives as far as we were concerned. I don't like talking about it, let Abby tell you why."

Abby: "it's a bit of a nutty situation. My sister believes fat people are unhealthy slobs who deserve the criticisms they face and it's AWFUL. I've tried to educate her, but apparently 'bullying people into healthiness' is something she thinks is appropriate only for fat people. She wouldn't do that to someone who has cancer or HIV - just fat people, for some reason, and most of the time she doesn't even do it to fat people who are ACTUALLY unhealthy."

Hoagie: "she's a foul mouthed bigoted piece of shit."

Abby: "it became a really big issue when I announced to my parents that I was in a relationship with Hoagie... The first thing she did was burst out laughing at the dinner table. She asked why I was dating an ugly, fat slob instead of somebody healthy and beautiful. It hurt me a lot to hear it, and I realized in that moment just how awful fatphobia really was in this world. Thank goodness my parents defended me from her when they could. Cree would harass Hoagie CONSTANTLY. She would deliberately find him whenever he had come over just to tell him that he was ugly and disgusting, and that he didn't deserve me. It contributed a lot to Hoagie's eventual alcohol abuse in his teens... She knew he had started drinking and cutting, but all that did was make her laugh harder. Hoagie often starved himself, too, and it made us all sad, because you never saw it in his body very much, but you saw it in his face and in his movements. No energy, slow movements. Cree laughed at that, too. She laughed even harder when she realized he wasn't losing much from starving himself, telling him he was destined to be a fat slob his whole life. Cree treated me okay, even despite being in the Teen Ninjas... But just because she treats me right doesn't mean she's an okay person. I would never, ever keep someone in my life knowing they enact bigotry towards people, even if I never experienced it from them myself."

Hoagie: "so... She cut Cree off. Told her to screw off. She let me listen to the final call she made to Cree, where she cursed her out and told her that she'd never let her contact her again. It made my heart flutter, honestly. Violence in speech never usually makes me feel good, but something about hearing your lover cuss out the person who had bullied you and made you feel like shit for years with absolutely zero mercy or censorship is so... Romantic."

Abby: "you poor thing. I'm glad Abby made you feel better, though. Trust me, if she tries to come near us, I'm drop kicking her."

Hoagie: "make sure to record it if it happens when I'm not there."

3:

Hoagie: "I always liked Abby, ever since I met her. At the time, I would've said it was because she was boyish. Oh, my sweet, innocent, gay heart."

Abby: "same for me, just the opposite way. I knew Hoagie had a cracking egg, even if I couldn't put it into words at my small age. I knew he wasn't a boy, and it kind of drew me towards him."

Hoagie: "I was falling for Abby within a year of meeting her. I always confused it for liking Cree, though. Because of the house I grew up in, I thought that love meant hurting somebody. Cree beat me up and mocked me a lot, so I thought that I was in love with Cree, not Abby. After a bit of self discovery, I realized the situation I was in. I realized that I had only thought I loved Cree because she did to me what felt most like home, but the entire time I had actually loved Abby. I started to experience true love and feelings with Abby after that, which opened my eyes a bit. I had never felt flustered or embarrassed around Cree because I never had feelings for her to begin with, I was just being drawn in by what I was familiar with... But with Abby, I was stammering like hell. I would freeze up and do the most ridiculous things you can think of! I was a mess around her. My first experience with love was Wally, but that was pretty slow burn with a lot less awkwardness. My first experience with a true CRUSH? Definitely Abby. Around the time I started dating Wally, I started dating Abby, too. It was actually Abby who helped me get with Wally. She learned then that I was polyamorous, just like her, and I was open to being with her AND Wally."

Abby: "it was a little weird for me. I felt really weird around Hoagie starting when I met him. His kindness radiated off of him and stabbed me in the heart fifty damn times. I mean it! It pulled me in... I was always wanting to be near him or watching him do something but I was too young to understand why. My dad taught me all about those types of feelings when I was 11, and that's when I officially realized I was in love with Hoagie. And Nigel, and Kuki... But those two aside. Realizing I was crushing somehow made me crush even MORE. Abby was stumbling like a little dork, ya know. If you saw us having a conversation before the confession, you'd think we were bad actors."

4: (CW// death, plane crash)

Hoagie: "yeah, I know what happened to him alright. Up until my late teens, mom kept trying to convince me and Tommy that dad was away on a long, long business trip. The truth is, he died in a commercial plane crash about 2 years after Tommy was born. He was the co pilot that day... The rudder snapped off the plane, made it uncontrollable. Plane was going so fast face first into the ground that there was almost nothing at first glance of the scene of the crash that indicated it was a plane. They never actually recovered his body, because there WAS no body. I mean, look what happened to the plane. If man-made infrastructure can turn to bits and pieces, imagine what happens to organic matter... They dug up the cockpit from the depths of the ground to investigate the instruments, in which they were able to confirm through DNA analysis of the rubble and small samples of organic matter that my father's remains were in the cockpit. They only double checked because the records of that day were extremely faulty, and they didn't have a way of verifying the employees who were piloting that day or the day before. The only way was from verbal account, written account, or in that one single case, a crash site being DNA tested. The entire event became a HUGE deal when, a year later, investigators found the rudder part half a mile away from the main wreckage, missing a bolt that had normally connected it to the tail. I found out about this event because of the internet. I was curiously looking up the names of my family members online when I was 12, and I ended up searching for my dad's name. It immediately pulled up results from the event, because his name was featured numerous times in the articles. I didn't have any self control, so instead of leaving it at that with my newfound information that my dad was dead, I clicked through the articles. I found an article that contained a link to the publicized CVR recording, which traumatized me pretty badly. I heard my dad's final seconds, his final words. That really fucked me up, honestly. I'm sure it would for anybody. I was so shocked by what I had heard and seen that I never, ever told Tommy the truth. I didn't tell mom that I knew the truth. I only admitted that I knew when mom told us what happened for real. I'm still upset with her for having lied to us like that. We had false hope that our father would come home for years, and it never happened, because he was dead the entire time. It did a number on me. He always protected me and loved me when I was younger, I still believe my life would've never went downhill if he hadn't died. Because he would've protected me from my grandma."

[thequantumranger]

I hope my neighbors know me as that nutty lady who scolds spiders while kicking them out of her apartment at 3 am, because that's all I've been doing since I moved here.

[vatoms33]

How to train a crybaby that he is too neon white, and not nearly Lilith Phaire enough to command any respect of a lady who came out of the womb dizzy queer for anything of the earth spice with any of the correct BS to keep This Bitch who stayed angry about white people BS, while looking super white, knowing full well I am an olive. Put up with racist shit just long enough to mindfuck people out of nasty behavior, or let the hateful brain rot take its inevitable toll. That just is my setting, and has been long before I verified I am a pleased lil brown mutt about my fucking life.

Seriously. I am one of the meanest people I know (which is funny, because if I am not the meanest in the room, then I usually make sure to address that shit right away by endearing myself to those who speak asshole or bully so well, that they eventually forget how to in duration of being not my friend.)

I know I am the curse no one wants. I've accepted that role, because I take sickeningly sweet pleasure in being the nice bitch friend. Even when they ditch my ass, cuz they weren't quite ready to forget how to actually mean bitches.

I am the curse of "the most sobering, sober person you'll ever meet thsn can be sober, even if they are not 100%, for being the safety gut." That chick gets you out of stupid tickets cuz she's just white enough to help.

That in mind, like... I'm not saying all of my exes adore me, I just know if they saw this text thread.... They'd pour a shot on the grave of any of Our Brothers who wish they were able to even be around to actually hear I am being a cunt about anything.... Given I generally predo at least 3 corrects, before making a left turn.

I'll be blunt. Yea, i started my period. Yes... I can hear my own brain squishes about desiring a safe space to actually nest and have a child I may hold, love, cherish and occasionally brain zap into being a crafty wicked angel fox demon that no one wants to deal with, but everyone wants around anyway. I want a family big and bild enough to gently take any blood of mine from me, and urge me to do anything other than teach teach teach.... I want a tree big enough that we have to invenent Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred reasons to celebrate, just to feel at peace with the love The We care to bloom 10 times over for every good lost, in a never ending charade of everyone wanting too much, when there was never actually enough ever, worth comitting actual attrocities over.

From the perspective of a trial by not dying test dummy that will be retiring after 2 last brain breaks to satisfy my current calm. Brain breaks for boys in their 40's that never grew up.

I'm going to be pretty focused on crafting sparkles to Jewel our way out of a place far too good for the filth that thought they were going to take it from The We who did any of the work to have earned such a space. There are some Men, of whome hurt my feelings by not seeing their own beauty as painfully as I feel it when I even imsgine them (let alone, go a bit nutty about seeing them and them being so sweet about my brain trauma actually preventing me from remembering them in any moment over the last 5 years. These men that have Theirs always ready for The Cause, and wavering less than a lost lil brain dinged autistic who never feels satisfied with her own contributions.

[laresearchette]

Saturday, February 01, 2025 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: AN UNEXPECTED VALENTINE (W Network) 8:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? NEW YORK HOMICIDE (Premiering on February 3 on Oxygen Canada at 9:00pm

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

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CBC GEM ALI INVISIBLE BEAUTY LAKAY NOU SUMMER OF SOUL (…OR, WHEN THE REVOLUTION COULD NOT BE TELEVISED)

CRAVE TV BOOKWORM

DISNEY + STAR GILMORE GIRLS (Seasons 1-7)

NETFLIX CANADA AMERICAN BEAUTY ARRIVAL A BROTHER’S LOVE CAFE DE FLORE DIRTY GRANDPA THE FABELMANS MARY KILLS PEOPLE (Seasons 1-3) THE PORTER (Season 1) RED EYE ROYAL RUMBLE: 2025 SAKAMOTO DAYS (JP) (NEW EPISODE) SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS: SEASON 8 TAXI DRIVER

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NBA BASKETBALL (TSN4/TSN5) 5:00pm: Hawks vs. Pacers (SN Now) 8:00pm: Kings vs. Thunder (TSN/TSN4/TSN5) 8:30pm: Lakers vs. Knicks

JAMES & ISEY (APTN) 7:00pm: Ninety-nine-year-old Ngāti Manu woman Isey Cross lives with her devoted adult son James, on a farm in Kawakawa - a small town on New Zealand's North Island; cheeky and vivacious, Isey is preparing to celebrate her 100th year on earth.

HELD HOSTAGE IN MY HOUSE (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: A single mother wakes up to find herself hogtied and held captive at her country vacation rental by an unknown assailant. She must piece together clues from the previous guests to find out who is behind this.

SOUNDS BLACK (History Channel Canada) 8:00pm/9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Discovering the roots of Black music in Canada, from the early black settlers of the Underground Railroad to the 1960s Caribbean migration, which introduced music which shaped all music within Canada today. In Episode Two, examining the systemic barriers that Black artists face in the radio and music label industries and how this led to pivotal moments and historic protests that shaped the current landscape of the music industry today.

SPENCER (CTV Life) 8:00pm: The marriage between Princess Diana and Prince Charles has grown cold. Though rumors of affairs and a divorce abound, peace is ordained for the Christmas festivities at the queen's estate. However, this year, things will be profoundly different.

BABYLON (Crave) 9:00pm: Decadence, depravity and outrageous excess lead to the rise and fall of several ambitious dreamers in 1920s Hollywood.

THUNDER BAY (Oxygen Canada) 10:00pm: Ryan learns that the Thunder Bay Police Service is on the verge of collapse; Indigenous police board member Georjann Morriseau reveals that Police Chief Hauth has opened a criminal investigation into her to force her into silence.

DON'T WORRY DARLING (CTV Life) 10:30pm: Alice and Jack live in Victory, an experimental company town that houses the men who work on a top-secret project. However, when cracks in her seemingly idyllic life begin to appear, Alice suspects something sinister is lurking below the surface.

BOOKWORM (Crave) 12:10am: Mildred's life is turned upside down when her mother lands in hospital and her father, Strawn Wise, comes to look after her. Strawn takes Mildred camping in the rugged New Zealand wilderness and the pair embark on the ultimate test of family bonding.

A STAR IS BORN (2018) (CTV) 12:30am: Hard-drinking country music star Jackson Maine discovers -- and falls in love with -- a struggling but talented singer named Ally. As her career quickly takes off, Jackson starts to realize that his best days may be behind him.

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「     Open Event 007  ⇛ birthday solo 」

She was a british young lady. So obviously when faced with the challenge to come up with a special menu for her birthday her first thought was earl grey with biscuits. However knowing that rarely anyone could value the divine simplicity of such treat, the video features her sitting down with staff to consider careful moderations that could make the whole meal seem more appealing. The process is filled with laughter and careful consideration to taste and creation. When the process is done, likely to be cut into nice clip sized bits once the final video is released, she finds herself at the counter, introducing what they've come up with along with the names.

"This feels so surreal, it is an honour for me to be here today and introduce you to a menu I carefully crafted with the help of capable staff present at LGC Agency, whom I'd like to extend my gratitude here at this point. As some might know I was born and raised in the UK and thus have a strong favour for my beloved tea time. However I also know that simply earl grey with a sip of milk and a spoon of sugar is potentially not the most commonly enjoyed drink so we created something a bit more appealing that is heavily inspired by the royal milk tea formula. A blend of assam, earl grey and oolong tea along with an additional nutty flavour given by almond milk, the royal black tea latte can be enjoyed warm AND cold, depending on what mother nature decides for this late october day to look like," she narrates while gesturing along the various cups set up to present the final drink both with it's full design in hot and cold.

"Alongside this," she continues on, moving on to the snack they decided to construct. "We went for crunchy delight; a variety of biscuits you can mix and match to your tastes that comes in a pack of 3. the base formula is your classic british tea biscuit, however each has an additional ingredient to give it their own unique flavour. We have the choco chip biscuit, the vanilla crisp and nutty crunch. my personal favourite is the vanilla crunch but I love each of them, honestly." smile on her lips she looks at the products, unable to help herself as she sneaks a bite from the vanilla crunch with a mischievous giggle. she'd just stepped into the role of an actress half a month ago and she was already preparing things for potential fans that may have been looking forward to her debut- it felt inconceivable.

"I hope you'll enjoy these and I'll hope to see you at the lgc cafe on the 25th of october. I can't want to meet you," she finishes off, an enthusiastic wave following as the video wraps up.

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In this photo provided by Joe Redelinghuys. left, for Annies Ladies Bar, Annie Redelinghuys poses with a giant Gatsby sandwich on display at the establishment in Cape Town, South Africa, Saturday, June 29, 2024. A South African restaurant and bar has served up a 3-meter-long (9.8 feet) sandwich in the latest offering from an establishment with a taste for the supersize. (Annies Ladies Bar via AP)

This Nearly 10-Foot Gatsby Sub Is Made By A South African Restaurant With A Taste For The Supersized

— By Gerald Imray | July 12, 2024

Cape Town, South Africa (AP) — The idea came — as the nutty ones often do — over a few drinks in a bar.

A South African restaurant served up a 3-meter-long (9.8 feet) sandwich recently in the latest offering from an establishment with a taste for the supersized. The giant submarine sandwich produced by Annies Ladies Bar in Cape Town follows a burger it cooked up in 2019 that weighed in at a whopping 124 kilograms (273 pounds).

With no less than 10 layers of fillings, the sandwich tipped the scales at 65.27 kilograms (145 pounds) after it was balanced precariously on a weighing machine using a tray with supports. It took over four hours to prepare at a cost of about $160 for the ingredients, said Joe Redelinghuys, who came up with the plan and runs the restaurant and bar with his wife and owner, Annie.

In this photo provided by Joe Redelinghuys. left, Annie Redelinghuys, centre, and chef Michele Steyn, right, pose for a photograph at Annies Ladies Bar, with a giant Gatsby sandwich on display at the establishment in Cape Town, South Africa, Saturday, June 29, 2024. (Annies Ladies Bar via AP)

Those ingredients included: 3 kilograms (6.6 pounds) of tomatoes. About 20 kilograms (44 pounds) of meat, from three types of sliced sausage to steak to burger patties and chicken fillets. Three layers of french fries weighing a total of around 10 kilograms (22 pounds) to break up the meats. A layer of calamari for those who prefer seafood. And, finally, a generous helping of onion rings on top. All in a sandwich.

The sauces ranged from garlic to cheese, pepper, mushroom and tartare, depending on which layer.

“Never Underestimate the Power of Stupid People in Large Groups.” ― George Carlin

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What to buy in Doha? An Incredible Compilation of best gifts to buy in Qatar

No one can deny that Qatar is a rich Middle East country having specialties that any traveler would like to bring back with them after their stay. Qatar, with its stunning scenery from the sea to the desert, eye-catching skyscrapers, gorgeous mosques, state-of-the-art museum architecture, and delicious food, has exclusive tall shopping malls and Souqs (traditional markets). The famous market in Qatar for shopping is Souq Waqif. This article will be a treat if you to know What are the Best Gifts to Buy in Doha, Qatar for your friends and family. Below is the compilation of the best gifts to take home with you:

What Best Gifts to Buy in Doha

1. Qatari Pearls

Qatar has a long history of being known for its pearling banks, which harbor the growth of the best-known pearls in the world. There are a lot of jewelry shops selling Qatari pearls. Pearls have always been a natural gift of the Middle East. For sophisticated women and ladies, nothing compares to wearing a piece of elegant, designed pearl-embedded jewelry. If you are fond of jewelry, Qatar is the best place to buy it!

2. Sweet Treats

How can someone forget to take sweet treats for your loved one? The cherry on top of the meal is the sweets. Qatari sweets have a unique flavor of their enriched culture in them. Visitors must undoubtedly relish these exquisite desserts essential to Qatari cuisine. Their traditional desserts are Umm ALI, Kunafah, Basbosa, Muhallabia, etc. The famous sweets you can buy in Qatar for your loved ones are Khanfaroosh, Qatayef, and a wide range of Baklava. Also, don’t forget to buy some chocolate, pistachio, and nutty dates from home. Trying their traditional desserts is a must!

3. Fragrance

The national scent of Qatar is oud. You can smell the lovely, smoky aroma everywhere you walk, from homes and cars to souks, hotels, and shopping centers. Oud, also called “Wood of the Gods” is a musical instrument made from the sticky heartwood of the rare agarwood tree. You must buy oud perfumes for your family.

How can one forget Qatar’s famous “Bukhoor”? A fragrant wood called bukhoor is frequently used in Qatar to produce traditional incense. After slicing it into small pieces, a pot filled with hot coals is filled with wood. As soon as the coals are fired, the Bukhoor gives forth a lovely aroma. They are fabulous souvenirs. If you are visiting Qatar, a Bukhoor pot is an ideal gift to buy in Qatar for anyone you know who appreciates Qatar.

4. Decorative Wooden Boxes

Beautifully crafted wooden boxes are among the best traditional Qatari artifacts. The ornamental wooden boxes are stunning and practical for storing more miniature goods like pearls, jewelry, etc. They are also the best decoration pieces. You can customize it by adding some jewelry or chocolates to make it a perfect gift. They are available in many sizes and forms. You can get them at Souq Waqif and various shopping centers in Doha.

5. Scarves and Shawls

The ideal Qatari gifts are scarves and pashminas. Qatari shawls and scarves come in a range and are beautiful, elegant, and diverse. In the winter, pashminas are a fantastic way to stay warm. They are woven from delicate wool known as “fine cashmere wool” and are renowned for their enduring warmth in traditional market.

Also, the variety of scarves is wide. They are smaller and can be used as a wrap, although pashminas are typically larger. Why not get a pashmina or scarf as a memento of your trip to Qatar because the country is known for its delicate fabrics? If you are visiting Qatar, you must buy these.

6. Arabian lamps

Why not light someone’s room with a beautiful and elegant Arabian lamp? Undoubtedly, Arabian lights are lovely and give any personal space a dreamy and enchanted feel. The smaller hanging lights are less expensive and simpler to get home. But you could be tempted to invest in a lovely metal-base swan-neck table lamp. Whichever option you select, be careful when packaging because all the lights are pretty fragile. They should ideally be transported in your hand luggage. You can get your hands on them from Souq waqif in any shopping mall.

7. Dry fruits and nuts

Wait! While taking other gifts, why not give your loved ones a nutritious gift? In Qatar, there are wide different varieties of dry fruits that offer a wide range of nutrients. Some are scrumptious, while others have medicinal qualities. They can be utilized in various ways and are simple to handle because they are dry. The famous dry fruits in Qatar are almonds, pistachio, cashew, apricot, walnuts, dates, prunes, figs, hazelnut, etc. A wide range of dry fruit varieties is available in local markets. Gift your loved one to add macronutrients to their lives.

8. Arabic coffee and traditional arabic coffee pot

If you want to take back the rich culture of the Middle East, how can you miss Arabic coffee? Arabic coffee is a universal welcome expression due to its potent cardamom flavor and yellow, tea-like consistency. It is often served in Qatari Majlis. You can take home an Arabic coffee mix, and whenever you miss Qatar’s rich culture, arrange a similar Majlis in your home and enjoy the aroma of the Middle East. It is the best thing to buy in Qatar. Don’t forget to buy a traditional arabic coffee pot.

9. Al Sadu weavings

The beautiful handwoven fabric called Al Sadu is created from camel and goat hair. Al Sadu fully encapsulates Qatar’s rich history and culture, making it the best souvenirs of Qatar. The Bedouin tribe, nomadic, has been using this weaving technique for thousands of years to make tents, carpets, blankets, and cushions. You can find these traditional handicrafts from the Corniche end of Souq Waqif to find some weavers and a shop selling specific types of Al Sadu Weavings.

10. Qatar’s famous glass art

Qatar has some of the world’s most stunning beaches; it should be no surprise that its sand is as astonishing. The artists from Qatar have converted this sand into beautiful glass art. The elaborate motifs are carved into shards of glass filled with beach sand from Qatar. The result is a magnificent work of art that perfectly depicts Qatar. This is a must thing you should buy in Qatar for your loved ones. These artpieces are available in different shapes.

What to buy at Doha airport?

Doha airport, also known as Al-Hamad International airport, is considered the best-known airport in the world. The lamp bear is the biggest attraction at the airport. The duty-free shops at Doha’s airport are plentiful and will be familiar to any seasoned international visitor. Below are must things you should buy in Hamad International airport in Doha:

· Perfumes

If you want to buy some best fragrances in Qatar, Doha airport is where you can get them. Not only Qatar’s traditional perfumes, but you can also get your hands on international brands. Doha airport has all famous brands such as Gucci, Hugo Boss, Dior, etc. You can get perfumes at the 24-seven convenience stores also.