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The Princess of Wales Attends the 2025 Irish Guards' St. Patrick's Day Parade








Catherine, Princess of Wales, attends the 2025 Irish Guard's St. Patrick's Day Parade at Wellington Barracks on 17 March 2025 in London, England.
📸 Samir Hussein / Karwai Tang / WireImage
#princess of wales#catherine princess of wales#catherine middleton#kate middleton#british royal family#2025 Irish Guards' St. Patrick's Day Parade#Irish Guards#St. Patrick's Day Parade#St. Patrick's Day Parade 2025#St. Patrick's Day#St. Patrick's Day 2025#fashion#hairstyle#Wellington Barracks
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Catherine, Princess of Wales during the 2025 Irish Guards' St. Patrick's Day Parade at Wellington Barracks on March 17, 2025 in London, England.
#catherine princess of wales#kate middleton#her royal highness#irish guards#st patrick's day#wellington barracks#british royal family#royal style#royal family#british royal fandom#princess kate
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Crown Prince Christian of Denmark arrives for his four months basic military training, at Antvorskov Barracks in Slagelse, Denmark -February 3rd 2025.
#crown prince christian#danish royal family#denmark#2025#february 2025#military training#antvorskov barracks#royal children#my edit
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The Prince of Wales, Colonel of the Welsh Guards, privately visits the regiment at Combermere Barrack to speak with the soldiers, hear plans for their future, and witness the great work the Battalion does with physical and mental rehabilitation, in Windsor, England -March 20th 2024.
📷 : Kensington Palace & Welsh Guards.
#prince william#prince of wales#british royal family#england#2024#march 2024#welsh guards#combermere barrack#the wales#my edit
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This scene is destroying me...
been obsessed with @exilethegame recently. I love my commander so much i will post about him soon. Clarisse is his true mom.
Go play it!!!! It's by far my favorite interactive fiction i've played
#exile the game#the exile if#IM NOT CRYING IM NOT#oc: voxe kalesko#the deathless demon#“this is your bedroom not the barracks.”#i like to think that clarisse doesnt see him as a royal so much as her little boy#growing up she was the only one he really felt like he could just be voxe around#instead of being the lost prince or the deathless demon. to her he's just a kid#she could never be scared of him#not like marcelle and emeline always seem to be to at least some degree#or at least scared of what he represents#augh im so excited for the rewrite... to see how this scene changes/ stays the same#it holds such a special place in my heart#“Even if I should be.”#WAAHHHHHH
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(rev spoilers)
you know something else i love about gunter as a character.
he never actually .... apologizes. to corrin/(the player)/"the good guys".
i don't have time to grab the exact screengrab (it'd be in here) but the most he gives after you "bring him back" from the possession is a vague regret at killing scarlet, and him being explicit with acknowledging that he was using corrin, and ... that's pretty much it? his epilogue is a beautifully done, but also very vague "stands watch over corrin's coronation out of that longstanding complicated relationship to corrin specifically, and then walks away, closing that chapter"
i have a fondness for villains who never get declawed / who are honestly kind of right in a lot of ways, and gunter for sure has a lot of legitmate beef with royals.
and i love. love that the game gives him that richly textured, nuanced sense of at least still retaining that steel-spine .... half resentment, half dignity of holding to that, even after everything.
so many JRPG's have villains have abrupt "im sowwwy" moments at the last hour (as much as i love lehran his own is. ehhh.) - and fates, thank god, never forces him to apologize in front of the royals because quite frankly that alone would break his characterization in half. he just wouldn't.
#it's v much 'show don't tell' in that he gameplay-wise comes back to your barracks for the last fight. he doesn't just fuck off forever.#clearly there's a complicated sense of ... ownership; kinda. for part of what he did. but that defiance man. he never completely bends.#the other half of it is it's so fucking hot he's still technically this quasi villain figure (esp. in the royals eyes) even afterwards lol#(YRMR in particular takes this and ruuuuns with it :D)#this game. this GAME. THIS GUY. AUGH.
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Alexandre: *murdered a bunch of people, destroyed lands and led a reign of terror*
Also Alexandre: *knighted a dog because his daughter asked him to*
#{faebella obscura} royal au#Sir Biscuit is currently retired#and hangs at the barracks if he's not entertaining the young Noah
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Purple Emperor at Knepp in June a strong memory of my summer, views at Peninsula Barracks, Royal Hampshire Regiment Museum and looking into Winchester High Street with the Christmas lights and tree looking nice today and Wigeons at Testwood Lakes on Saturday.
I got more stunning Peregrine views in Winchester at lunch time with spider seen at home and Black-headed Gull, Carrion Crow, ragwort and common toadflax leaves enjoyed going by Lakeside this morning.
#sussex#hampshire#knepp#wigeon#testwood lakes#lakeside country park#winchester#peninsula barracks#royal hampshire regiment museum#birds#birdwatching#black-headed gull#outdoors#england#uk#world#nature#thursday#winter#autumn#europe
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The renowned 78th Highlanders Regiment of Foot were stationed at Halifax for almost three years (1869-1871). The regiment arrived in Halifax on the afternoon of May 14, 1869, aboard the troopship HMS Crocodile.
A total of 765 men disembarked in full dress uniform. The Regiment was divided into two depots and eight service companies, consisting in all of 34 officers, 49 sergeants, 21 drummers, 6 pipers, and 600 rank and file.
#78th Highlanders Regiment of Foot#arrived#Halifax#14 May 1869#history#155th anniversary#Halifax Citadel National Historic Site of Canada#Nova Scotia#summer 2015#original photography#kilt#old uniform#Historical reenactment#landmark#tourist attraction#Fort George#tent#Third Brigade of the Royal Artillery#Barracks#cot#travel#vacation#cityscape#architecture
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“STEALS REVOLVERS GIVEN FIVE YEARS,” Ottawa Journal. February 8, 1930. Page 9. ---- Sentence of five years' imprisonment in the penitentiary was imposed by Magistrate Wm. Joynt in County Court yesterday on Armand Poulin, Ottawa, found guilty of stealing 13 revolvers from the stores of "N" Division, Royal Canadian Mounted Police, Rockcliffe. Poulin was a helper at the Mounties' quarters in July, 1927, when the theft of the weapons, valued at $341, took place. He was traced and arrested recently on emerging from prison in Montreal, where he had been serving a sentence for another offence.
[AL: Poulin, also known as Gustave Aubin, was 30, from Montreal, a waiter before his sentence, was an ‘intemperate’ drinker, and had just been released from St. Vincent de Paul Penitentiary (as convict #7912). This time around he was convict #1620 at Kingston Penitentiary, and worked as a waiter in the prison kitchen. He supported the October 1932 riot, aiding the convict Milich in his attempt to take over the kitchen. His demands were the ‘usual’ - cigarettes, recreation, entertainment, prisoner governance, better work conditions. He was reported five times for talking or failure to apply himself. He was released January 1934.]
#ottawa#rockcliffe#county police court#stolen guns#theft of weapons#theft#royal canadian mounted police#police barracks#stolen revolvers#ex-convict#released from prison#montreal#sentenced to the penitentiary#kingston penitentiary#great depression in canada#crime and punishment in canada#history of crime and punishment in canada
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#queen elizabeth II#princess of wales#catherine princess of wales#catherine middleton#kate middleton#british royal family#irish guards#st patrick's day#st patrick's day 2025#st patrick's day parade 2025#st patrick's day parade#wellington barracks
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St Patrick's Day 2025
#catherine princess of wales#british royal fandom#kate middleton#st patrick's day#irish guards#wellington barracks#military parade#british royal family#royal style#royal family
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King Frederik X of Denmark, Queen Mary of Denmark, Princess Isabella of Denmark, Prince Vincent of Denmark and Princess Josephine of Denmark visit Crown Prince Christian of Denmark as he is serving as a conscript at the Guard Hussar Regiment, at Antvorskov Barracks in Slagelse, Denmark -March 8th 2025.
📷 : Det Danske Kongehus.
#king frederik x#king frederik#queen mary#crown prince christian#princess isabella#prince vincent#princess josephine#princess josephine of denmark#danish royal family#denmark#2025#march 2025#military training#antvorskov barracks#royal children#my edit
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The Prince of Wales, Colonel of the Welsh Guards, privately visits the regiment at Combermere Barrack to speak with the soldiers, hear plans for their future, and witness the great work the Battalion does with physical and mental rehabilitation, in Windsor, England -March 20th 2024.
📷 : Kensington Palace & Welsh Guards.
#prince william#prince of wales#british royal family#england#2024#march 2024#welsh guards#combermere barrack#the wales#my edit
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THE SWEET, FAR THING — NSFW TEASER
Knight!Kyojuro x Princess!Reader • Royal AU
A/N: surprise! It’s been so long since I’ve posted any Kyojuro content, and this fic has been my quiet project since originally teased. I love royal AUs, and I love a good forbidden love story.
Enjoy a first look at some of the spicy, smutty goodness to come in The Sweet, Far Thing. But be warned: these two blue ball the living daylights out of each other for several chapters. This fic will be one of the first breaks in my usual pattern of letting characters bone the first chapter.
You can read the prologue and find links to the other teasers HERE
CW: MDNI • explicit sexual content • grinding • lots and lots of sexual tension • Kyojuro’s got self control but it’s rapidly fraying • Reader’s a bit of a brat
shoutout to @tearmint for letting me flood their DMs with this
The scroll of containing the young Lord Agatsuma’s flowery prose lies forgotten on the floor, hidden beneath the layers of Kyojuro’s discarded uniform. Across the polished wood floor, you’ve been hoisted by your Knight into a distant corner of your room, your legs wrapped firmly around his bare waist.
The great roaring fire in your hearth bathes the dark room in an orange glow. Its flickering brilliance, however, seems dull in comparison to the flames in Kyojuro’s eyes as he grinds his bare member harder against your drenched sex.
He grunts as he ruts his hips into yours, mimicking the movements you’re so desperate for him to make while he’s buried inside you. He leans forward and catches your lips in a bruising kiss. Another thrust, and the thick, leaking head of his cock nearly snags at your entrance.
You gasp into his mouth just as he moans into yours. For one, foolish moment, you hope he will cast caution into the flames where it belongs and finally make his claim on you.
But Kyojuro’s self-restraint will forever be the bane of your existence, for he twists swiftly out of reach, the blunt head of his cock instead shoving into the crease of your thigh. He breaks your kiss with a ragged pant, though he resumes his desperate, jolting rut.
Your nails bite into the thick, corded muscles of his shoulders as Kyojuro’s length passes through your wetness again, though slower than before. There is a shadow of a smirk on his lips as he studies you, brow furrowed, your mouth pulled into a faint pout as you buck into him.
You will catch him; you will take him into your body, and then you will be his. He just needs to stay still —
“My Flame,” Kyojuro leans in and nips the soft spot beneath your ear in warning. “Stop.”
“Please,” you try and guide him back to your entrance, your fingers fisting in his hair to force his obedience.
Kyojuro seals his moan against your throat as your nails graze his scalp, but he stills your efforts by pressing you harder into the wall. The solid weight of him only flames the ache of your longing.
He pulls his face away from your neck. Despite the flush of his cheeks, his eyes remain sharp. “I cannot have you. You know this.”
“You can,” you insist with a demanding roll of your hips. “I command it.”
You try once more to maneuver your way back to him, to coax his thick, turgid length right where you need him most, but Kyojuro tenses. Slowly, he unsticks himself from where he’d pressed you solidly to the wall, shifting his arms out from under your legs, returning your feet gently back to the floor.
“If that is your command, your Highness, then you will have to send me back to the barracks for punishment. For I cannot obey.”
Kyojuro tries to turn away, but you catch his forearm, your fingers digging insistently into its thick muscle.
“Why?” And his heart strains at the plea in your tone. “Why must you continue to deny me? I would give you all of me, if you’d only allow it.”
Kyojuro guides you back into his arms, his lips pressed to your forehead until his mark is seared into your skin, before pulling away. He brushes a knuckle across your cheek. “Can this not be enough? Is it not enough that I risk your ruin — never mind my own head — so that we might be close like this? Are you so unsatisfied?”
You jerk away from him, swatting his hand from your face. “Yes. Because I have told you I care not about any pompous lord or prince of a distant land. I want you. Completely.” You know you are doing yourself no favors by acting like the spoilt, petulant princess you’d always tried so very hard not to be, but Kyojuro’s rejection strikes at some soft, unguarded part of you, and you are too easily bruised. “Yet you continue to only give me half of you.”
Kyojuro bristles, eyes narrowed. “I have lain with you in every sense of the word —“
“Except for how I desire you most,” you finish, cool, so as not to let the bitterness of your disappointment show. “You have had my body in every other way, yet this is where you draw the line?”
Kyojuro’s shoulders are rigid as he snatches his tunic from the foot of your bed. “Do not trivialize yourself for the sake of your argument. You know as well as I that the kingdom’s viability rests entirely on your marriage prospects.”
You storm to his side, still as nude as the day you were born, your loose hair spilling down your bare breasts. You plant your hands on either side of his face and twist, forcing him to meet your stare head-on. “I would marry you. I will march before my father this moment and declare I will have no other.”
You press your body against his, every soft, unblemished curve of you molding perfectly with the solidness of him. Though his limbs are rigid with restraint, he cannot stop himself from cradling your face between his palms.
A muscle in his jaw feathers. “Princess —“
“I dream of you inside me,” you breathe against his lips. Kyojuro’s fingers curl into your cheeks, and his breath turning ragged. “Every night, I dream of it; of how you might lay me back against the bed and make me yours. How you would feel, sheathed within me.”
“Y/N,” his desperate plea is little more than a gasp of air; a whimper for mercy you will not give.
You dig deeper into the wound you’ve opened. “I dream of you putting your claim in me.” You stretch tall on your toes, pressing your lips just below the notch in his throat. “I would carry your child for all the kingdom and those beyond to see. I dream of it so fervently that I am aching when I awake.”
You tease up the length of his neck, kissing his chin once, twice, before settling on his mouth. He indulges you with a soft, pleading moan. His tongue brushes your bottom lip right before you break away.
“You desire me; that much is clear.” Your fingers trail down his torso, finding your proof where it stands taut against his abdomen. “Do you not dream the same?”
Of course he did.
It is his most dangerous, most treasured fantasy. One he’d held even long before he ever began training to be a knight, back when he’d been young and foolish and dreamed of marrying not the Princess of his beloved kingdom, but his dear childhood friend. The girl he trailed after during her family’s lavish feasts, stealing away with her under tables to watch revelers drink and dance and sparkle the way all adults seem to, when one is young. And as he laughed as you would sneak a small hand out from beneath the table’s cover to tickle some lord or lady’s ankle and startle them, he imagined one day whisking you out onto the dance floor. He, in some handsome, smart finery he’d seen the other young lords wear; you, resplendent in the finest of gowns, a crown of jewels sat atop your head.
It is all he has ever wanted; to have you, openly. His love and devotion to you a display that did not have to be concealed in the shadowy corners of your chambers.
But he’d always known it could never come to pass. It was why he’d been able to hold back, even when you were as you are now, bare before him, demanding he lay you out on your bed and claim you for good.
Your thumb strokes his cheek. “Will you continue to deny me? When you swore an oath to serve me?”
You were not his to possess; to love. You belonged to the kingdom and its people. Your people.
Not him. Never him.
You know his answer before he speaks it; can see it in the way his eyes lift to yours, pained yet resigned. Kyojuro withdraws reluctantly, his hands dropping to your wrists before stepping away from you entirely.
“I serve the kingdom.”
He doesn’t need to clarify. Not you.
Kyojuro would rather swallow his own sword than raise a hand to you; you know that. Yet his words are an ugly, vicious slap and you recoil all the same.
The sharp bite of your nails into your palms is all that helps you keep your voice steady, even as embarrassment warms your cheeks.
“If that is your answer,” you swallow once, and force your chin high. “Resume your post then, Sir Rengoku. You’re not needed here.”
He makes as though to say something more, to protest, fight back, do anything that might prove someone in this castle cares for you, not merely what you represent. But even Kyojuro, kind, sweet, loyal Kyojuro cannot elevate you above his own duties. He cannot be fully yours.
Instead, his hand balls at his side. “As you wish, your Highness.”
You’ve put your back to him now, too prideful to allow him to see the silly tears burning in your eyes under the sting of his rejection. Even as your fingers find your dressing robe, the material sliding silkily over your shoulders as you conceal your bare body from sight, you can imagine the curt nod of his head; the ease with which he slips back into his mask as Captain of your guard.
A small, childish part of you longs to lob one of the small pillows decorating your bed right at his head. You opt instead, however, to stare into the fire burning merrily in your lavish hearth.
You try not to linger too long on the way the flames dance like his hair in the wind; how its warmth caressing your face feels dangerously close to his hands; his lips.
Behind you, Kyojuro silently gathers his own abandoned attire. Your ears are painfully tuned into every snap of leather, every shift of metals as he completes his metamorphosis with careful precision.
He cannot help but hesitate as he dresses, silently willing you to face him, to say something — anything — but the only sound that passes between you are the ones of him preparing to leave. Again.
Resigned, he makes his final adjustments to his uniform, his armor, and then slips quietly to your chamber door. He chances one, last hopeful glance back at where you stand before the hearth before pulling the door shut.
You do not turn around.
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kyojuro rengoku#kny#rengoku kyojuro#kny x reader#kny fanfic#kny rengoku#kny kyojuro#kyojuro x reader#rengoku x reader#kny smut#demon slayer smut#rengoku smut#kyojuro smut
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FUCK ME LIKE THE MEN BETWEEN THOSE PAGES
Bottom John Price x Top Male Reader


Just Price brain rot🤤 I've always wanted to a model for MLM porn sites ngl so I'm living through this fic🙏 As usual not proofread :)
FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI
Prices would be one of those faceless models for those erotic gay romance novels. All his work would be faceless. Just something he did to make money on the side.
It was a secret that was long forgotten. Memories replaced by his military service. His body more scarred than his younger self's. His own books but they were just collecting dust in a box.
When you got together, you had found one of the books Price had forgotten that was on a shelf. Your eyes grew wide as you noiced it was Price's shirtless body on the front cover. A small mole on his left hip was telltale that it was him.
Flipping the book over and reading the synopsis reveals the dirty content of it. All the colour washes from Price's face as he sees what you have in your hand.
Price was about to open his mouth to quickly deny it but saw your giddy excitement. Though Price felt a bit shameful, he told you that there was more. A lot more.
With much hesitation from him and a whole lot more convincing from you, Price lent you the books. His amazing body on every single one of them. A new scar here and there as the
He had been surprised that you never poked fun at him and that you were genuinely interested in his past works.
You'd admit that the sex scenes depicted were the main thing that got you interested. You'd imagine Price vividly as the characters he model on the front covers. It didn't take long for you to read through the lot of them.
When Price would be on deployment, he'd get a text from you.
Cum on the front cover or on the pages. Or others with your erect cock slotted like a bookmark between the pages with the dirtiest scenes, precum dripping onto the sheets.
You'd send worded texts underneath the photo like "Try these with me?" or "What if were we the ones to do this?"
Price hated himself for showing you the books right before the mission, making the wait painfully long.
Sexualy frustrated and slightly pissed he had to wait for his deployment to end, Price would have a lonely wank in his barracks. His fingers didn't feel right. His fantasies never felt like details in the books. Nothing felt like you.
Once he got back, Price had to fight back a boner as the anticipation took over him. He went through countless cigars trying to get his mind on something else. The 141 Boys knew something was up. Soap had to control the intrusive thoughts to ask if you were waiting naked when Price returned home.
Which he wasn't wrong. The moment Price came through that door he was already painfully hard. Before he could even open his mouth to greet you, you were on him like a fly to honey, attacking his neck with bruising kisses. Whispering the dirty dialog from one of the books made Price weak in the knees.
Thus was the beginning of your roleplay sex.
Your playtime is always different. Numerous scenarios with one thing in common: Mind blowing sex.
Price would play a royal guard, and you, the prince. A prince in a loveless engagement to a princess. A guard pleading loyalty as he rides the prince on the royal throne.
A grade slipping college student fucking his teacher in an empty classroom for extra credit. Blowjows underneath desks replaces the outdated method of study and paying attention to lectures.
A hunter who falls in love with a werewolf he's supposed to kill. The wolf is just a dumb puppy who needs to be told what to do. With a collar around his neck, ready to be tugged at and the willingness to please his master, puppy soon becomes skilled at lapping at master's hole.
A rowdy rockstar and his stressed out manager. The musician needing to burn off the adrenaline after the show and the poor management needing the stress fucked out of him. The real show was played backstage. The manager put on quite the proformance, his deep moans sounded much better than your singing.
A sex therapist that prefers to take on a more hands-on approach. That skilled tongue was used more than just giving advice.
Or lastly, a priest beguiled by a gorgeous sinner. Guilt was all he felt but it felt like true heaven. God would forgive any sin if he showed true repentance, right? Wouldn't Jesus have died for nothing if we didn't sin?
Sure, some where terrible written and some were written by women with a fetish for gay men. Seeing you act out the scenes without missing a beat or breaking out into laughter while you quoted the dirtiest and most ridiculous things.
You'd remember every dirty word uttered. Every scenario memorized. Price was starting to understand what those white women on TikTok saw in those fucking books. It was just too bad they couldn't live it out like he could.
#call of duty x male reader#call of duty x reader#x reader#x male reader#john price x reader#john price x male reader#sub character#dom male reader#dom reader#cod x male reader#cod x reader#call of duty mw2#call of duty mw3#☆*charlie writes
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