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kthstrawberryshortcake · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction: finding out their s/o is a mythological creature

REQUEST (from anon): For short scenarios how about the boys reacting to you being a mythological being??

Here you go! I did my best, this was very out of the box and challenging though so I hope you guys like it.

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Namjoon | s/o is a cat shifter:

You and Namjoon had been dating for over six months now and he still didn’t know what you were. It was a little difficult to explain to an average regular human. Not to mention that time he said he was “more of a dog person than a cat person.” That made you more nervous than it probably should’ve. Eventually he started questioning where you disappeared to for three hours or so every afternoon. You hated outright lying to him, but unless you wanted to reveal yourself, you had no other choice. The rules of being a shifter were very clear. You must spend at least 3 hours a day in your animal form or a lot of things would start to go wrong with your body. You didn’t enjoy being a small and vulnerable creature out alone at night, so you elected to spend your cat form time during the day. That was also, unfortunately, more conspicuous than night, which would’ve been easier to hide. So one day you decided to test it. How did Namjoon actually feel about cats? You started hanging out by his front door in your cat form when you knew he’d be coming or going. To your pleasant surprise he was quite taken with what he believed to be a random stray, to the point of trying to figure out whether he could adopt it. Feeling more secure after that, one night when you were sitting together watching Netflix, you paused the show you were watching and looked at him. “You know how you’ve been asking me where I run off to during the day? I know you’ve been suspicious about that for a long time…” you began, watching the color drain from your boyfriend’s face. He was clearly expecting something bad. “It’s okay, it’s not a bad thing. I just wanted to say I’m ready to tell you…. Just watch me for a minute, okay?” You said tentatively, getting up and standing in front of him a few feet away. You shifted to your cat form and his jaw dropped in shock. You watched his expression carefully, worried as to how he’d react. After the momentary shock wore off a huge grin appeared on his face. “I’d been wondering why I got so attached to that cat so quickly,” he laughed, and you shifted back to your human form before he engulfed you in a hug. “You’re the cutest kitty, love. I’m glad you told me.” He said, and you felt relieved that he finally knew and fully accepted you.

Jin | s/o is a flower fairy:

You’d been with Jin for a year at this point, and you’d never been happier in your life. The biggest problem was the struggle to keep your secret about what you really were. You couldn’t exactly walk up to him and say “by the way babe I’m actually a fairy! Fairies are real, too, I’m not crazy or making this up!” You shuddered at the thought of how badly that’d go. You were grateful for the ability to conceal your wings, which was possible but took a lot of energy to maintain. There was one thing you couldn’t resist doing, though, that was kind of suspicious and difficult to explain, if you thought about it enough. Jin loved flowers, so he was always buying indoor plants to keep scattered around his apartment. He had a bit of a brown thumb, though, being quite talented at killing houseplants even as he tried to keep them alive. Every time a plant of his had deteriorated to the point of being almost dead, you’d wait until he wasn’t looking and would use your powers to revive it to its original blossoming glory. The flowers made him happy, after all, and it was the least you could do considering what you were hiding. One evening you were in Jin’s apartment getting it tidied up for his return from a trip. He didn’t ask you to do anything but get the mail, but you didn’t mind straightening things up while you were there. It also gave you time to work on some of his poor plants. He was supposed to be arriving home late that night. Relieved by the freedom to be your full self without hiding, you sang quietly to yourself as you hovered over the plants, wings out, using your powers to heal the wilting flowers. Little did you know that Jin was arriving home early, deciding not to tell you in order to surprise you with his early return. Imagine his surprise when he entered his apartment to find his girlfriend with wings attached to her back, magically healing his plants. You stopped, finally realizing you weren’t alone. You jumped when you saw him, startled by his sudden appearance. “……you’re early!” You said with a nervous smile on your face. Jin looked amazed. “The wings…. they’re real, aren’t they?” You nodded slowly. “Why do you have…..?” He trailed off as you replied “I’m a flower fairy.” He blinked at you, still in a bit of a shock. “Why haven’t I seen the wings?” Jin asked softly, more confused than upset. “I can hide them. It drains me, it’s hard to do… But I can hide them.” You explained. He approached you and carefully pulled you into a hug, careful not to squish your wings. “You don’t have to hide anymore, at least not with me. I can see why this is a secret overall but I love you, and I want you to be your full self with me. Okay?” He asked, and you gave a slight nod, tearing up. You’d never expected him finding you out would go so well. Your heart was warm.

Yoongi | s/o is a witch:

After being with you for nearly a year, Yoongi had accepted the fact that sometimes things…. happened… around you. They were difficult to explain, like items appearing to move on their own and mysterious sounds being heard sometimes when you were near. You also had a lot of cooking utensils, especially pots, considering you didn’t cook. He kind of just thought you were a bit of a weird girl, though, which was fine by him. He loved you and the unexplainable things didn’t matter really. One night you’d declined having dinner with him, explaining that you had a project for work that you wanted to get ahead on and that you planned to stay home. Yoongi accepted this readily, having no reason not to. In reality, you were running low on several of your most commonly-used potions, so you needed to replenish your stash. You were in your kitchen working with one of your “pots” as Yoongi called them (it was a cauldron), standing over it as you added ingredients one by one. You said the necessary words and channeled your magic into the brewing potion. You had no idea that Yoongi had brought takeout to surprise you, thinking you were working like you’d told him. He had a key to your place so he just walked right in, finding you in the kitchen and stopping abruptly. “Are you trying to cook again?” He asked apprehensively, sniffing the air and observing the strange smell. You turned to face him, frozen in place. “Um… it’s not food….” Yoongi stepped forward and peered into the cauldron, seeing that its contents were a thick gooey grey sludge. “Well I guess it’s lucky I brought takeout,” he said, trying not to gag at the sight of it. You just stared at him, silently blinking as you debated how to proceed. “It’s not food. I’m not cooking. It’s…. a potion…. I’m a witch….” You trailed off looking down at your hands as you fidgeted nervously. “Wait what? You’re serious? Thats…. not possible…. is it?” He asked in awe, and you looked back up, but not at him. You used your magic to move a bowl from the kitchen counter into the sink. You turned the lights off and on with the wave of a hand. You opened and then shut the front door from where you stood in the kitchen, the slamming of the door audible from where you were. You’d never seen Yoongi’s eyes so wide. He grinned at you. “This is insane.” He said excitedly. “I thought you were just this cute weird girl but you’re actually a badass witch? What did I do to get a girlfriend who’s this cool?” He enthused, giving you a quick peck on the lips happily. It was official, you thought. Your boyfriend was the perfect man.

Hoseok | s/o is a vampire:

As happy as your four-month relationship with Hoseok had been, you knew it was wrapped in a massive web of lies. Your lies. But what choice did you have? You wanted to be with this man, probably forever, but wouldn’t he run if he knew you were a monster? The biggest lie was that you had a rare digestive condition that required you to consume only fruit punch plus dietary supplements to replace other nutrients. Because of it he no longer batted an eye at the fact that you never ate or drank aside from “juice pouches” of red liquid. Your fundamental lie was implicit: that you were human. No, you were a vampire in hiding, disguised, trying to live a normal life without hurting anybody. Today you were meeting Hobi at the park as you often did. You were sitting on a bench waiting for him when he walked up, flashing that beautiful smile of his. “Hi jagi! It’s lunchtime so I brought you a fruit punch.” He said, giving you a peck on the cheek before offering you the juice he was holding. Inside you were panicking, but you gave him a smile back, taking the drink with a “thank you”. He blinked at you expectantly. “You should drink it, it’s time for lunch, so that’s your equivalent of eating, right? Don’t skip meals. You make me worried about you.” He pouted. You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you were going to have to drink the fruit punch. You lifted the straw to your lips and took a sip, trying not to make a face. You only lasted a couple of seconds before your body rejected it and you spit it up into the grass. Now Hoseok REALLY looked worried.“Are you okay? Is something wrong with your stomach?” He asked, deeply concerned. “We’re taking you to the hospital! Let’s go right now, come on.” He took your hand and pulled you along the sidewalk like he was on a mission. “Hobi stop.” You said, planting your feet and forcing him to stop walking. “I’m not sick. It’s just that what I’m drinking all the time isn’t actually fruit punch…” You chewed on your lip nervously, watching your boyfriend’s confused expression. “….it’s blood.” You admitted, and he stared at you for a long while, trying to decide if you were serious or not. When he determined that you meant what you said, his eyes grew wide and his face paled before he fainted onto the grass. When he woke up five minutes later you were kneeling beside him, looking down at him and crying. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just… I love you. I don’t want to lose you. Please just… don’t tell anyone. Then you can walk away and pretend we never met. I won’t hurt anyone, I promise. I never wanted to hurt anyone…” You sobbed quietly, knowing from past experiences that this revelation tended to scare people and make them want to drive you out of town because of their fear. Hobi reached up and wiped your tears from your face. “I’m not going anywhere. I know you, and I know you’re kind and gentle and wouldn’t hurt a fly. This complicates things, sure. But we’re in this together now.” He smiled as he kissed your hand. “Now let’s get back up off the ground."

Jimin | s/o is a mermaid:

Everyone is familiar with the concept that mermaids can’t be out of the water for too long. That was absolutely the case with you, and it made hiding what you were a real challenge. Your boyfriend of two years was still in the dark about it. Jimin just thought that you really enjoyed solitary trips to the beach and exceedingly long baths. You felt guilty for not telling him. You’d intended to initially, but as time went on you found yourself faller deeper and deeper in love, and now you were too afraid of losing him to say anything. You should’ve known that a secret this huge would eventually come out whether you like it or not. One day Jimin was running late for a meeting and had somehow managed to leave his keys on the bathroom counter. He thought you were in your bedroom, so he walked right in to get his keys. But he was wrong. You weren’t in your bedroom. You were taking one of your super long baths, which were needed to keep yourself from getting sick from water withdrawals. So there you were, sitting in the bathtub with your long iridescent tail hanging just slightly over the edge of the tub. You froze, not sure what to do. Jimin also froze, forgetting about his original key retrieval mission because holy crap his girlfriend has a tail…?! Not even the fact that you were naked occurred to him, nor you actually. It was just your tail. “I wanted to tell you….” You said quietly, afraid to make eye contact. “I’m so sorry, Jimin. I just love you so much that I…. I didn’t want to…. You can go, I understand that you probably don’t want to -“ You rambled, tears beginning to leak from your eyes. But Jimin cut you off. “NO. No, love, I’m not going anywhere.” He knelt beside the tub, placing a hand gently on your cheek. “Calm down. I don’t mind. I don’t care what you are, because I love WHO you are.” He said gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Your’re…. I mean are you a mermaid? Is that a thing?” He asked curiously, understandably confused. “Yes. That’s what I am. I love you too.” You confirmed, a small smile forming itself on your lips. “So can I come to the beach more with you now?” Jimin asked, smiling widely. You laughed and nodded, relieved that he was okay with all this. Suddenly his expression dropped and he looked panicked. “I forgot why I came in here, I need to grab my keys and go. I’m so late.” He jumped up, calling behind him. “Beach tonight! We’ll have a picnic before sunset! Love you!” Then he rushed out the door, leaving you excited and relieved.

Taehyung | s/o is a chipmunk shifter:

Your boyfriend of nine months still didn’t know the truth about you. He was under the impression you were an ordinary human. He had noticed small clues in your features and behaviors, but thankfully he never put the puzzle pieces together. He thought nothing of the fact that you were a vegetarian. He didn’t find it odd that you ate your favorite snacks, nuts, rather often. He cooed over your cute round, chubby cheeks, finding them adorable. He didn’t even mind you disappearing for a few hours every day, attributing it to your need for quiet alone time. You were, after all, relatively introverted. The truth? The truth was that you were a shifter… one whose animal form was a chipmunk. You never strayed far when you spent the physically necessary time in your animal form, usually preferring to stay in and around the trees outside your house. That was, of course, until one day when it was thunderstorming outside and you went back into your house in animal form to get shelter from the rain. You didn’t know that practice had been cancelled for the day because of the power outage in and around the BigHit building, caused by the storm. You were shocked when your tiny furry form scurried into the living room to see Taehyung sitting on the couch. Your “son” Yeontan didn’t even blink at you, already aware of his mom’s peculiar shifting habits. Tae’s face lit up at the cute little animal in front of him. “Hi little one. Aren’t you cute? Trying to get out of the storm?” He said in a quiet, gentle tone, sitting down on the floor and holding out a hand, offering it for you to sniff. Instead you hopped into his hand, scurried up his arm, perched on his shoulder, and rubbed your tiny furry head into his neck affectionately before hopping back to the ground. You returned to the other side of the room, throwing caution to the wind and shifting back to your human form. You looked nervously at your boyfriend, who was still seated on the floor, now with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Are you serious?! You turn into a little chipmunk?” He asked incredulously, and you nodded slowly in reply. A big boxy grin broke out on his face. “This is SO COOL! You’re so adorable, no WONDER you get those precious chubby cheeks when you eat. OH! And now I can smuggle you on tour with me! This is the most amazing thing to ever happen!” He exclaimed, jumping up and pulling you into a tight hug, half squishing you to death in the process.“Tae… Too tight…” You choked out before he finally loosened his grip around you, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry. I got a little excited.” You didn’t know how, but you had ended up with possibly the only man on earth that would be excited about this discovery. You smiled to yourself at his comment about smuggling you on tour in your tiny form. The secret was out and the feeling of love and acceptance his enthusiasm gave you was priceless.

Jungkook | s/o is a sea siren:

Jungkook had wanted to hear you sing since you’d started dating many, many months ago. When you repeatedly refused, he had thought that you were just shy about your voice or that you couldn’t sing and were embarrassed about it. The truth was that your voice was dangerous. You hid the fact that you were a sea siren from him because firstly, who in their right mind would believe you if you told them, and secondly, your power could have catastrophic effects, and that was hardly an attractive concept. Instead you refused to sing around your boyfriend under any circumstances whatsoever and took regular trips to the beach with Jimin’s girlfriend, who was, coincidentally, actually a mermaid. At least she was fully harmless. While you had zero bad intentions, you feared the day you failed to control your power. You sang exclusively when you were alone in an attempt to keep those around you safe. You were apparently just very unlucky, however, because one day you were home alone and started singing quietly to yourself while you tidied up around the house. Jungkook was on a trip and wouldn’t arrive back for hours yet, so you thought it was safe. But you didn’t hear the door open when he arrived home early to surprise you. He heard you singing and decided not to make his presence known just yet, curious about your long-hidden voice. Little did he know how hazardous that was. The effects of your voice took hold gradually. First he felt a little lightheaded, things beginning to feel dreamlike. Reality became distorted and it was as if he couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of your singing. His vision shifted until it was as if he was falling deep into dark, cold water, sinking with no way to stop it. He finally yelled in fear, signaling to you that he was there, and you immediately stopped. You rushed to him where he was laying on the floor, completely under your power. You couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes, your worst nightmare coming true. Thankfully you had stopped before it was too late. You held his hand as he dreamed of drowning, tossing and turning in his sleep. Finally after several hours the effects wore off and he woke up, sweating and panicked. You calmed him down before he realized you’d been crying. “What’s wrong? Did I really worry you that much with my nightmare?” He asked in confusion. You shook your head and finally did what you’d dreaded for so long: told him the truth. After everything was fully explained, he stared at you for a minute, clearly deep in thought.“This was a freak accident. I know you, you’re a good person. You can’t blame yourself for this one instance when you’ve protected me so well all this time. We love each other and I refuse to let this get in our way.” He said firmly, pulling you into a hug.

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years ago

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MM ANON SEASON TWO.

💜💜 PG MM Anon 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 1

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

1. April 15, 2020

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻WELCOME BACK MM ANON 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

APRIL 14/2020 1735 hrs CST

RIDDLE NUMBER ONE SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON

THANK YOU MM ANON

MM ANON …… doctor gone batty……… LA for dummies ……… Doctors Within Borders ……… social insistence ………… hugs not bugs……… absolutely isolated Kate. ……… “ not a whisper ma’am ……… St George’s chapel of course!!…………… with humility skippy, with humility

doctor gone batty………

WELL, WELL, WELL, I AM HAVING A SENSE OF DÉJÀVU. I CERTAINLY AM GLAD I TOOK TIME OFF TO RECHARGE MY BATTERIES OVER EASTER 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣? I, ALONG WITH MOST REASONABLE PEOPLE KNOW MADAM HAS NEVER LEFT THE U.K. AND IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT LIVING THE “HIGH”🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂LIFE IN L.A. SHE IS, AS SUSPECTED, IN SOME SORT OF CUSTODIAL CARE, CRIMINAL, PSYCHIATRIC OR BOTH. EITHER WAY, SHE HAS A PSYCHIATRIST AND OR OTHER MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONALS ON HER TREATMENT PLAN. TRUE TO FORM, SHE DOES NOT DO ANYTHING EXCEPT WHAT SHE WANTS TO DO THEREFORE COMPLETELY UNCOOPERATIVE AND MANIPULATIVE IN CARE. HENCE THE VERNACULAR USE OF THE WORD BATTY, SLANG FOR CRAZY. THE DOCTOR HAS GONE CRAZY TRYING TO DEAL WITH HER.

LA for dummies ………

THE WHOLE SET OF ZILLIONS OF BOOKS FOR DUMMIES WERE EXTREMELY POPULAR IN THE 1990’s . ANY TOPIC HAD A BLANK FOR DUMMIES BOOK. HER PR AND THE LIES IE MANSION PURCHASED ETC ETC.TRAVALYST REGISTERED. BIG NEWS YESTERDAY SAYING HARRY DROPPED THE NAME MOUNTBATTEN-WINDSOR. I AM VERY CERTAIN HIS AND WILLIAMS SURNAME IS WALES. BECAUSE I RECALL SEEING IT ON THEIR MILITARY RANK AND UNIFORMS, CADET WALES, CAPTAIN WALES ETC. SO SHE IS SO DUMB SHE HAS PR MAKE A BIG WHOOP ABOUT THIS AND ITS NOT ACCURATE.SHE IS USING FOR DUMMIES BOOK TO BUILD HER FALSE L.A. LIFE. SAD PATHETIC.

Doctors Within Borders ………

DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS IS AN INTERNATIONAL GROUP OF PHYSICIANS WHO VOLUNTEER TO HELP OUT ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, WITHOUT REGARDS TO ANY POLITICAL CONCERNS. THEY GO BECAUSE OF THE NEED AND THEIR OATHS AS PHYSICIANS. HERE WE HAVE WITHIN BORDERS. THE BORDERS ARE AN AREA IN SCOTLAND. MIGHT THAT BE WHERE SHE IS BEING HELD BY LAW ENFORCEMENT? I USE THAT LOOSELY COULD BE MI5 OR ANY BRANCH.

I ALSO WONDER IF MADAM, AS WE HAVE HEARD RUMOURS OF, TRIED TO CROSS BORDERS AT TIMES TO HIDE TO NO AVAIL.

social insistence …………

WITH THE PANDEMIC, THE TERM SOCIAL DISTANCE HAS BEEN DRILLED INTO OUR HEADS. THEN , THEY REALIZED THIS MIGHT MEAN DEPRIVATION OF EMOTIONAL CONTACTS, MOST ARE NOW USING THE TERM PHYSICAL DISTANCING. REGARDLESS, MADAM DOES NOT CARE ABOUT ANY OF THIS EXCEPT THAT IT HAS RIPPED HEADLINES FROM HER.

I BET CHICKY POO 💩 IS DEMANDING SOCIAL ACTIVITIES. SHE WANTS TO AND NEEDS TO MERCH BUT MORESO HER EGO NEEDS FOOD, BADLY!! SHE IS STARVED FOR ANY POSITIVE ATTENTION. THE JOKE ARCHWELL SITE BEING HELD HOSTAGE IS THE PENULTIMATE REVENGE. GREAT JOB WILLIAM!!!

hugs not bugs………

SHE HAS BEEN THOUGHT TO HAVE PLANTED RECORDING AND LISTENING DEVICES AT VARIOUS PLACES IN ORDER TO TRY AND RECORD PRIVATE ROYAL VIDEO OR CONVERSATION. DISGUSTING BINT!! THERE HAS BEEN A COMPLETE SWEEPING OF ALL THE RESIDENCES AND OFFICES QUITE SOMETIME AGO AND SHE HAS NOT BEEN IN ANY OF THESE PLACES SINCE.

JUST JOVIALLY THE ROYAL FAMILY PREFERS HUGS, NOT FROM HER THOUGH, TO BUGS. SASLY, LIKE THE REST OF US, DUE TO THE COVID ISSUE, THEY ARE NOT ABLE TO ALL BE PHYSICALLY TOGETHER TO HUG , ESPECIALLY HMTQ, PRINCESS CHARLOTTE AND PRINCE LOUIS’BIRTHDAY. THANK GOD FOR FACETIME, SKYPE ETC ETC.

RIGHT NOW THE BIGGEST BUG IS COVID-19! SURELY SHE IS NOT YAPPING FOR ATTENTION INSTEAD OF EVEN CARING A WHITE ABOUT THE PANDEMIC. OF COURSE SHE DOESNT CARE. SHES A NARC!!!

absolutely isolated Kate. ………

WILLIAM IS TALKING WITH CATHERINE, ALTHOUGH HE WOULD NEVER CALL HER KATE BECAUSE SHE PREFERS CATHERINE, HOWEVER, HE IS TELLING HER HOW ISOLATED THE PLACE IS WHERE MADAM IS CURRENTLY BEING “HOSTED”. I AM CERTAIN THAT IS A HUGE RELIEF FOR HER! SOME MIGHT THINK THIS IS A VACATION PLAN THATS QUIET BUT THATS UNTHINKABLE DURING THE PANDEMIC.

“ not a whisper ma’am ………

LG SPEAKING WITH HMTQ, VIA TELEPHONE, SHE IS SAFELY ENSCONCED AT WINDSOR CASTLE. HE IS UPDATING HER, REASSURING THAT THINGS ARE COMPLETELY COVERT.

St George’s chapel of course!!……………

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY 100%BEATRICE AND EDO’S WEDDING. ONCE THINGS COME OUT, IT WILL BE REVEALED ABOUT HRH PRINCE ANDREW BEING THE FIRST POINT OF ATTACK, TO NO SUCCESS. THE PLAN IN THE WORKS FOR A DECADE TO INFILTRATE, THREATEN, DESTROY OUR BELOVED MONARCHY. HE WILL BE VINDICATED AND OUR PRINCESS BEATRICE WILL RECEIVE A GRAND TRULY ROYAL 👰🏽 🎩 WEDDING, AT ST GEORGE’S CHAPEL!!!

with humility skippy, with humility

MM ANON AND THE OTHER ANONS LEFT SO ABRUPTLY MONTHS AGO. I WONDER IF MM ANON IS EXPRESSING HER FEELINGS ABOUT RETURNING TO THE BLOG AND SEASON TWO OF RIDDLES, SHE IS HUMBLY, WITH HUMILITY ASKING SKIPPY TO RETURN.

THE END IS NIGH, I AM THINKING A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR HMTQ AND A BREAK FROM PANDEMIC TO FINALLY SEE JUSTICE ACHIEVED. MM ANON HAS BEEN DIRECTED TO, AS WE ALL KNOW ANYWAYS, SKIPPY YOUR YEARS OF LOYAL, FAITHFULLNESS TO HMTQ, WILL BEAR FRUIT AND THE SCALES OF JUSTICE ARE IN PLAY ⚖️ . WE ALL KNOW 🐼SKIPPY DEAR, WILL BE VERY HAPPY, HUMBLE AND SAY ITS NOT JUST ME, MEANING SHE REFERS TO HERSELF, BUT A TRUE TEAM EFFORT. BUT WE ALL KNOW WHO STARTED THIS TRAIN AND HAS KEPT IT RUNNING FOR YEARS. CHEERS 🥂. MY DEAR FRIEND 🐼, FOR THE END IS NIGH UPON US. HARRY WILL BE FREED AND HE WILL FIND HIS WAY BACK. I HAVE NEVER, NOT FOR ONE SECOND HAD ANY DOUBT ABOUT HIS LOYALTY TO HMTQ, YOU ALL KNOW THAT, I HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY OPEN ABOUT THIS AS SKIPPY HAS.

THE END IS NIGH!

WISHING AND PRAYING FOR THE BEST OF HEALTH FOR HMTQ, HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH, OUR CAMBRIDGES AND OF COURSE OUR HARRY!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿. April 15/2020

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2. April 30

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻��😊PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON ……… the only virus ………… wonderful children to hug…… magnificent isolation ma’am……… dirty Megan,clean Harry ……… will never be the same ………… big things for a future princess ……… home cooking ………… “ ground control to major Tom” ………. “ and wash your bloody hands!!!……… an archificial birthday ………… trooping the colours???

APRIL 30/20 1700 hrs CST

SEASON TWO RIDDLE TWO

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊WELL WELL WELL, I HAVE BEEN WAITING, WAITING AND WAITING FOR YOU🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗, HERE YOU ARE, SECOND SEASON RIDDLE TWO. THANK YOU MM ANON 😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON

……… the only virus …………

THERE IS ONE VIRUS THAT HAS CHANGED THE ENTIRE WORLD COMPLETELY FOREVER. THE COVID-19 CORONAVIRUS HAS STOPPED THE 2020th YEAR COLD, DEAD COLD. IT HAS BEEN HORRIFIC TO WATCH IT SPREAD, MUTATE, SPREAD, TOO MANY DEATHS FAR FAR TOO MANY 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.TOILET PAPER BINGES ETC. BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE BUT ALSO THE WORST. I AM A GLASS HALF FULL KINDA GAL. WE HAVE SEEN SO VERY MUCH OF THE BEST OF HUMANITY EVEN TO THE POINT OF DOCTORS, NURSES, GIVING THEIR LIVES CARING FOR THESE PATIENTS. THERE ARE PLENTY OF CONSPIRACY THEORIES BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT NOR FOR BLAME. YOU DO NOT BLAME AN ARSONIST IN THE MIDDLE OF A 12 ALARM FIRE.

wonderful children to hug……

I AM CERTAIN ONCE RESTRICTIONS ARE LIFTED HMTQ WILL BE JUST ACHING FOR HUGS FROM HER FAMILY MEMBERS, YOUNG AND OLD. I AM CERTAIN THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSEHOLD ARE GIVING AND RECEIVING LOTS AND LOTS OF EXTA HUGS. TWO BIRTHDAYS PLUS HMTQ! THEY ARE WONDERFUL CHILDREN, SPLENDID HUGGERS I AM CERTAIN BECAUSE THEY ARE BEING TAUGHT BY THE BEST.🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

magnificent isolation ma’am………

LG VIA PHONE TO HMTQ, OR PERHAPS SYDNEY AS HE BRINGS THE COCKTAILS. HMTQ AND HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH HAVE SELF ISOLATED TOGETHER FOR WEEKS AT WINDSOR CASTLE. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE EVENINGS IN WARM COMFY CLOTHES, TV BLARING, HIMSELF WITH HIS BODDINGTONS AND HMTQ WITH HER GIN AND DUBONNET, TALKING OVER ALL THE CHANGES THEY HAVE SEEN DURING THEIR LIVES. THEY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HAVE FREE TIME TO JUST SHARE WITH ONE ANOTHER, HOW MARVELLOUS. CHEERS 🥂 🍻 TO YOU BOTH. AND TO YOUR CONTINUED GOOD HEALTH🙏🏻🙏🏻. BEEN A MAGNIFICENT ISOLATION!

dirty Megan,clean Harry ………

AHHHHH YES, MADAM IS FILTHY IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY, ALLEGEDLY OF COURSE. THE SUIT WITH THE MOS WILL BEAR OR BARE🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂THIS OUT. SHE IS THE LIAR, THE MANIPULATOR, THE PHOTOSHOPPER, THE CON AND GRIFTER, THE WORST OF THE WORST.

SOON, THE WORLD WILL SEE WHAT I AND OTHERS HAVE BEEN SAYING, HARRY HAS BEEN OVERTLY COVERT, ON BEHALF OF HMTQ, TO BRING TO JUSTICE EVERY SINGLE BACKER IN THIS YEARS LONG MESS TO TAKE DOWN THE ROYAL FAMILY.

will never be the same …………

THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. HARRY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AFTER THEY DIVORCED. TRULY NONE OF US WILL BE, NOR SHOULD WE BE. LIFE IS ABOUT GROWTH, CHANGE, DEALING WITH THE UNEXPECTED OTHERWISE YOU ARE A FAKE HOUSEPLANT COLLECTING DUST OR MADAM!

big things for a future princess ………

OUR CHARLOTTE HAS A BIG BIRTHDAY COMING UP. WE ALREADY, ALMOST SINCE DAY ONE, HAVE SEEN HOW STRONG A PERSONALITY SHE HAS. SHE WILL GROW INTO A FIERY, HIGHLY INTELLIGENT PRINCESS FOR THE 21ST CENTURY I HAVE NO DOUBT OF THAT.

BUT, TAKE HEED, HARKEN AND READ IT AGAIN, BIG THINGS FOR A “”F U T U R E””PRINCESS. CHARLOTTE IS ALREADY A PRINCESS. WHO IS THE FUTURE PRINCESS? I KNOW THEY HAVE ALWAYS SAID CAMILLA WILL NEVER TAKE THE TITLE PRINCESS OF WALES BECAUSE OF DIANA. IF NOT HER, THAN WHO IS THE FUTURE PRINCESS?? IF THIS IS CAMILLA, SHALL CHARLES BE REGENT BUT WHAT WOULD HER TITLE BE THEN? I JUST DO NOT THINK THIS IS CAMILLA.

POSSIBILITY PUNCTUATION MIGHT HAVE BEEN MISSED, NEVER WITH MM ANON. READ IT THIS WAY……BIG THINGS FOR A FUTURE, PRINCESS. THAT WAY SOMEONE IS SPEAKING TO A PRINCESS BUT ITS NOT THAT WAY.

I AM LEANING TO CHARLES BECOMING REGENT. WILLIAM BECOMES THE PRINCE OF WALES AND GUESS WHO ???BECOMES PRINCESS OF WALES??!!! CATHERINE, OMG I CAN HARDLY CONTAIN MYSELF I THINK I MIGHT BURST😁😁😁😁😁😁

home cooking …………

EVERYONE IS BAKING, BAKING BREAD, COOKING, DOING CRAFTS, RETURNING TO A SIMPLER FAR LESS SCHEDULED TIME. I AM CERTAIN THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSE IS NO DIFFERENCE. I AM CERTAIN CATHERINE HAS PROBABLY MADE ENOUGH. BOLOGNESE SAUCE, HER RECIPE, TO LAST FIVE YEARS🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

“ ground control to major Tom” ……….

WHAT A MIRACLE THIS WAS EH? HE IS NO LONGER MAJOR TOM, AND NO WE ARE NOT TALKING DAVID BOWIE, HE IS NOW COLONEL TOM MOORE. THANKS TO HMTQ, HE HAS RAISED LAST I HEARD £25,000,000! TALK ABOUT A HERO, KIDS TAKE NOTE, THAT GENT RIGHT THERE, THERE IS YOUR TRUE HERO, FORGET HOLLYWOOD.

“ and wash your bloody hands!!!………

THIS HAS TO BE HRH HIMSELF YELLING AT SYDNEY, WANTING ANOTHER BODDINGTONS AND REMINDS SYDNEY TO WASH HIS HANDS. OK KIDS, IF YOU DONT GET THE REFERENCES, CATCH, GO BACK READ THE NEARLY 200 RIDDLE INTERPRETATIONS I DID DURING MM ANON SEASON ONE!😁😁😁😁😁😁

an archificial birthday …………

WHAT WILL WE SEE, I BELIEVE MAY 6TH IS THE LIE EVERYONE HAS AGREED UPON🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. THERE WILL BE A PHOTO OF SOME SORT. IT SHALL BE BLURRY, BLACK AND WHITE, TAKEN WITH A WEIRD LENS, IT MIGHT BE THE IRIS OF HIS EYE, OR TOENAILS ON HIS RIGHT FOOT, PERHAPS THE BACK OF HIS NECK?? THERE ARE INFINITE OPTIONS WHEN DECEIT, LIES AND OBFUSCATION ARE YOUR GOAL. JUST FOR THE RECORD WE DO ALL AGREE THAT THOSE ARE HER GOALS AND THEN SOME RIGHT??

trooping the colours???

TROOPING THE COLOUR NO S NEVER AN S TAKES PLACE IN JUNE. IT IS SCHEDULED FOR JUNE 13/2020. THIS YEAR HMMMMMMM UP IN THE AIR, SO TO SPEAK.

MM ANON HAS GIVEN US COLOURS…..DOES THIS REFER TO MADAMS EVER CHANGING EXCESSIVELY USING BRONZER BUT NOT MATCHED ON HER WHOLE BODY? DOES THIS REFER TO HER USING HER AMERICAN CITIZENSHIP IN SOME WAY, IE COLOURS RED, WHITE, BLUE .

DOES THIS REFER TO HER REPEATED USE OF THE RACE CARD, IDENTIFYING AS CAUCASIAN PROFESSIONALLY BUT NOW EMBRACING HERSELF AS A WOMAN OF COLOUR.IF SHE WERE A CAKE, SHE WOULD BE OVER 100 LAYERS EACH WITH A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR SO SHE COULD USE WHAT WAS CONVENIENT AT THE TIME.

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3. MAY 1/2020

SEASON TWO RIDDLE #3

MM Anon

MM ANON … it’ll cost us thousands …… “ ‘‘tis the times’ plague , when madmen led the blind “……… 🎼 all the clubs have been closed down 🎼………… “ if you both don’t stop fighting I’ll send you to Madagascar “ ………… “ one makes ones bed”…………… “ well wash your bloody hands AGAIN!!”…………… “ there so funny on screen Philip” …… Quo victuals est super eam et irrumabo …………… next slide please.

it’ll cost us thousands …… “

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. DECISIONS MADE IN THE HEARING TODAY WERE NOT NOT NOT IN MADAMS FAVOUR😁😁😁😁MADAM IS HAVING TO PAY HER COSTS AND THE LEGAL COSTS OF THE MOS, I BELIEVE TOTAL THUS FAR I READ EARLIER WAS AROUND £160,000!! THE ACTUAL TRIAL HAS NOT YET BEGUN, IT WILL BE LATE 2020 OR EARLY 2021! WHERE IS AN OLD SEA HAG EX YACHTER GOING TO COME UP WITH THAT KIND OF MONEY???

‘‘tis the times’ plague , when madmen led the blind “………

OH DEAR MM ANON, BACK TO THE BARD, I DO SO LOVE THIS. THIS TIME IT IS FROM KING LEAR. THERE IS A CURRENT SAYING TOO, THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND, OR THE BLONDE LEASING THE BLIND. I ALWAYS GOT BLONDE JOKES DIRECTED AT ME, IT BECOMES VERY TIRESOME VERY QUICKLY, FRANKLY QUITE DISRESPECTFUL. MEANING A HAPLESS HOPELESS UNSKILLED PERSON DIRECT THE TRAFFIC OF A RELATIONSHIP, A BUSINESS, ANY SITUATION REALLY. WHEN I SAY TRAFFIC, I DO NOT MEAN CARS, I MEAN THE DAY TO DAY COMINGS AND GOINGS, DECISIONS, MORALS , PRIORITIES ETC.

LIKELY REFERRING TO MADAM INSISTING SHE IS RIGHT, AS THE NARCISSIST SHE IS, DESPITE LEGAL ADVICE TO THE CONTRARY. HER REPRESENTATIVES PUT ON A BRAVE FACE ALL WHILST KNOWING THEY HAVE NOT A SNOWBALLS CHANCE IN HELL OF WINNING. TODAYS COURT DECISION BORE THAT OUT.

HER REPRESENTATIVES IN COURT KNOW FULL WELL SHE WILL PAY NO HEED TO THEIR ADVICE, SHE WILL, LIKE A BULL IN A CHINA SHOP BARREL HER WAY THROUGH . THEY WANT RID OF HER I AM CERTAIN. THEY MUST KNOW BY NOW THEY WILL NEVER BE PAID. WHAT A STAIN ON THEIR CAREERS PROFESSIONALLY.

🎼 all the clubs have been closed down 🎼…………

THESE LYRICS ARE FROM A SONG BY THE BRITISH BAND, THE SPECIALS BACK IN 1981, THE YEAR OF THE ROYAL WEDDING OF ALL TIME. THE SONG IS ENTITLED GHOSTTOWN. THIS IS A DIRECT REFERENCE TO OUR CURRENT WORLD. THE CORONAVIRUS STRAIN COVID-19 HAS SHUT EVERYTHING DOWN, EXCEPT HOSPITALS, GROCERS, PHARMACIES AND LIQUOR STORES. WE HAVE ALL EXPERIENCED UNPRECEDENTED EXPERIENCES THE MODERN WORLD NEVER HAS. THE LAST PANDEMIC WAS IN 1918, INFLUENZA, MILLIONS DIED. THIS IS THE FIRST MODERN TIMES PANDEMIC.

IT HAS COMPELLED MANY, GIVE YOUR HEAD A SHAKE AND RE-EXAMINE YOUR PRIORITIES MOMENTS. PEOPLE ARE BACK TO COOKING, BAKING, KNITTING, CRAFTING, PLAYING BOARDS GAMES, FAMILIES HAVING MEALS TOGETHER, WORKING FROM HOME. I DO THINK THE WORLD THAT EMERGES FROM THIS WILL BE ONE WITH INFINITE POSSIBILITIES. AND SO VERY MUCH GRIEF. OUR LITTLE BIG COUNTRY HAS HAD SO MUCH TRAUMA IN A SHORT TIME, COVID 19, MANY DEATHS, THE MASSACRE IN NOVA SCOTIA, FORT MCMURRAY FLOODED AFTER BEING BURNED DOWN BY FOREST FIRES A FEW YEARS AGO. WILLIAM AND CATHERINE ALTERED THEIR DIARY WHILST THEY WERE HERE SO THEY COULD GO TO FORT MCMURRAY AND VISIT TO SUPPORT THE PEOPLE. NOW THIS HELICOPTER CRASH, ALL SIX LOST. THIS SHIP WAS BASED IN. NOVA SCOTIA. LOTS OF PRAYERS NEEDED. SORRY I DIGRESSED BUT IT SPEAKS TO THE CHANGED WORLD WE NOW LIVE IN.

“ if you both don’t stop fighting I’ll send you to Madagascar “ …………

THATS A GREAT DISNEY FILM. I THINK MANY PARENTS HAVE REACHED THIS POINT BY NOW. I THINK OUR GEORGE AND OUR CHARLOTTE MAY HAVE BEEN BICKERING AND THE THREAT WAS UTTERED, I SHALL NOT GIVE MY OPINION WHO UTTERED THE THREAT🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂

“ one makes ones bed”……………

THE SAYING IS, YOU MADE YOUR BED, NOW LIE IN IT. MEANING YOU HAVE MADE CHOICES, NOW LIVE WITH THE REPERCUSSIONS. THIS IS DEFINITELY MADAM, HER LAWSUIT.

SOME WOULD SAY, NO ITS HARRY, HE MARRIED HER, LEFT FOR AMERICA, LET HIM LIE IN THAT SOILED BED.

HOWEVER, AS EVERYONE KNOWS BY NOW, I DO NOT EVEN REMOTELY BELIEVE THAT.

MADAM AND HER ENTIRE CLAN HAS MADE GRIFTING THEIR LIFE. MADAM HAS ADDED MUCH MORE WHICH I DO NOT WANT TO REPEAT YET AGAIN. SCRIPTURE SAYS YE REAP WHAT YE SEW OR IS IT SOW….NOT SURE .

“ well wash your bloody hands AGAIN!!”……………

HRH HIMSELF 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂I TRULY THINK HE IS ENJOYING TAKING THE P*** OUT OF SYDNEY OVER AND OVER. SYDNEY HAS BEEN HIS MAN FOR SO LONG HE HAS PROBABLY HAS CHUCKLED OVER IT. WHEN I SAY HIS MAN, IT GIVES AWAY MY AGE, HIS VALET AND THEN SOME, KEEPER OF SECRETS. ETC.

“ there so funny on screen Philip” ……

I THINK HMTQ AND HRH HIMSELF MAY BE FACETIMING OR ZOOMING OR WHATEVER, THE CAMBRIDGES AND VERY MUCH ENJOYING THE CHILDREN’S ANTICS. I LOVED THE THREE CLAPPING FOR THE NHS AND THEN LAST WEEK THE WHOLE FAMILY IN NHS BLUE, OUTSIDE ANMER HALL CLAPPING. MARVELLOUS, JUST MARVELLOUS.

Quo victuals est super eam et irrumabo ……………

MY MY MY MM ANON, I AM BLUSHING☺️☺️☺️☺️. THE WIRD IRRUMABO WOWZA MM ANON, I BLUSH…..WOWZA…..LOOK IT UP KIDS, IF YOU DARE😁😁😁😁. HAVE YOU KIDS EVER HEARD OF THE LATIN POEM, (NOT LATIN AS SPAIN , BUT LATIN AS CENTURIES AGO)SO RAUNCHY, SEXUAL, FILTHY IT WAS NOT TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH UNTIL THE 20TH CENTURY? WE DO KNOW, SEXUAL APPETITES AND CERTAIN PROCLIVITIES WERE WIDELY ENJOYED, OPENLY. THIS CLEARLY IS A REFERRAL TO MADAMS PREVIOUS LIFE IN THE YACHTING BUSINESS.POSSIBLE VIDEOS OF A CERTAIN UNCOUTH NATURE WHICH GIVES THE TERM POTTY MOUTH A WHOLE NEW MEANING. ARE WE CLOSE TO HAVING THIS FILTH MADE PUBLIC? WE HAVE ALL WAITED SOOOOOO LONG FOR THE DM TO UNLOAD THAT MILLION DOLLAR DOSSIER!!

next slide please.

IN THE OLDEN DAYS, WHEN I WAS YOUNG, OUR FAMILY USED TO WATCH SLIDES OF OUR VACATIONS, FISHING TRIPS ETC AND LAUGH AT OUR CLOTHES HAIR. FOR YOU KIDS WHO DO NOT KNOW SLIDES, IT WAS A METAPL RING ABOUT EIGHT INCHES ACROSS WITH LITTLE SLOTS WHEREIN A OHOTO IN A SMALL METAL HOLDER AND USING. A SCREEN THE IMAGES WOULD BE PROJECTED. I CAN STILL SMELL HOW THE SLIDE MACHINE SMELLED WHEN IT WARMED UP.

IN UNI, WHEN THE PROFESSOR GAVE PRESENTATIONS, THEY USED THAT SYSTEM TOO. AS THE LECTURE WENT AND PROGRESSED, HE WOULD SAY, NEXT SLIDE PLEASE SO THE NEXT ITEM FOR DISCUSSION COULD BE VIEWED AND NOTES TAKEN.

SORRY FOR THIS LONG WINDED EXPLANATION, BUT KIDS YOU KNOW THAT IS HOW I ROLL.😂😂😂😂🤣🤣.

SO I THINK THIS COULD BE REFERENCING CURRENT COURT PROCEDURES WITH THE MOS LAWSUIT. HOWEVER, GIVEN THE CLUE JUST BEFORE THIS ONE, I WONDER IF LG AND THEY GREY SUITED MEN HAVE PREPARED THEIR CASE AND HAVE THE PRESENTATION READY.

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4. May 2

MM ANON ……… bless all who come here……… stay safe ……… not sneezing season ……… birthday girls world following ……… sitting on the toilet screaming and howling ……… Plasma fantazma?……… 🎼give a little bit 🎼……… “ I swear ,I’ll send you to bloody Madagascar “……… “another top up sir”………” leave the poor man be Philip “……… “no ma’am not yet” ……… Wilfred!!!!!………… “ Bloody Wilfred!!”……… conspirators will spread another sort of virus.

MAY 2/2020

SEASON TWO RIDDLE #4

1545 HRS CST

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAREST MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

FIRST AND MOST IMPORTANT…..A VERY VERY HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO OUR BELOVED ANGEL, HRH PRINCESS CHARLOTTE….LOTS OF LOVE💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🌈🌈🌈💐💐💐🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🧁🧁🧁🎁🎁🎁🎉🎉🎉🎈🎈🎈🎀🎀🎀🛍🛍🛍

bless all who come here………

ONE OF MY FAVOURITE BOOKS OF THE HOLY BIBLE KJV, I POSTED DEUTERONOMY 31:6 ON MY BLOG THE OTHER DAY, MIGHT HAVE BEEN 🐼BLOG. MY HEAD IS NOT ITSELF TODAY SO FORGIVE THINGS THAT ARE SPELLT INCORRECTLY OR SENTENCES NOT COHESIVE.

SO I PREFER THE KJV, KING JAMES VERSION OF THE HOLY BIBLE. THIS PHRASE IN SEVERAL FORMS AND SENTENCE STRUCTURES IS INSTANTLY RECOGNIZABLE.

6Blessed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and blessed shalt thou be when thou goest out.

FROM DEUTERONOMY, THIS CHAPER FOCUSES ON OBEDIENCES, GODS PROMISES ETC AND CONSEQUENCES FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT CONDUCT THEMSELVES ACCORDINGLY.

THIS PHRASE COULD BE USED IN ANY SPIRITUAL SETTING OR FRIENDS GATHERING.

I THINK THIS IS MEANING ALL WHO HAVE STEPPED UP TO HELP DURING THIS TIME, ESPECIALLY IN HEALTH CARE SETTINGS WILL RECEIVE ABUNDANCE OF BLESSINGS. BLESSINGS AND NOT ALWAYS TANGIBLE, SPIRITUAL BLESSINGS ARE TREMENDOUS.

I ALSO 110% BELIEVE THAT DEAR MM ANON, IS REFERRING TO OUR BELOVED 🐼 AND HER BLOG. BECAUSE ALL WHO COME HERE ARE TRULY BLESSED, IN SO MANY WAYS💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜🌈🌈

stay safe ………

WE MUST CONTINUE TO FOLLOW OUR GOVERNMENTS GUIDELINES IN REGARDS TO THE CORONAVIRUS STRAIN OF COVID-19. IT IS ESSENTIAL AS PLACES ARE SLOWLY OPENING UP THAT PHYSICAL DISTANCING AND ESPECIALLY PROPER TECHNIQUE HAND WASHING FREQUENTLY CONTINUE.

THIS IS ALSO REGARDING MADAM AND HER NARCISSISTIC HATE FOR CERTAIN PEOPLE. I AM QUITE CERTAIN EVERYONE IS SAFE AND VERY WELL PROTECTED INDEED.

not sneezing season ………

ALLERGY SEASON IS SHORTLY TO COME WHERE I LIVE. I DO BELIEVE IT IS ALREADY OCCURRING IN SOME COUNTRIES. ONE DOES NOT WANT TO SNIFFLE OR SNEEZE BECAUSE THAT IS A SYMPTOM OF COVID-19 IN SOME PEOPLE.WHEN IT MIGHT BE SIMPLE ALLERGIES. I THINK PEOPLE WHO STRUGGLE WITH SEASONAL ALLERGIES WILL BE FEARFUL IT IS MORE THAN JUST THEIR USUAL ALLERGIES. THIS IS SUCH A CHALLENGING TIME IS IT NOT.

birthday girls world following ………

AS OUR DEAR CHARLOTTE TRENDED WORLDWIDE FOR HER HAIR FLIPPING ON HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL LAST FALL, THESE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING PHOTOGRAPHS, TAKEN BY CATHERINE ARE GOING TO BREAK TRENDING RECORDS. I LOVE THE FACT THEY ARE NOT JUST PHOTOS FOR PHOTOS SAKE, SHE IS GIVING AND SERVING. MY GOODNESS WHAT A WONDERFUL FAMILY.

sitting on the toilet, screaming and howling ………

THIS GOES TO THE SCREAMING BANSHEE, SEAHAG, I USED THAT WORD YESTERDAY I THINK, IT IS SO FITTING FOR THIS FORMER YACHTGIRL AND SELLER OF ALL THINGS. SHE LOST BADLY IN THE COURT HEARING YESTERDAY, RELEASED A BOGUS STATEMENT TODAY, I JUST STARTED READING IT AND SCOOBY DOOS TWEETS,GOOD GRACIOUS. BADLY BRUISED NARCISSIST EGO. AS WE ALL KNEW AND EXPECTED, PHOTOS OF CHARLOTTE WOULD BE RELEASED BY KP, THE WORLD WOULD BE JUST ABSOLUTELY GOING GAGA OVER THEM. TWO PUNCHES, SO TO SPEAK, IN TWO DAYS.😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 LOTS OF PINK WATER AND HOBBIES AND A SCREAMING BANSHEE COMPLETELY HATING A CHILD, SHE IS

I BELIEVE THE TOILET PART IS OVERUSE OF LAXATIVES, COMMON IN BULIMIC FOR WEIGHT LOSS OF UNHEALTHY WAYS. BUT THEN AGAIN, I AM NOT AWARE OF ANYTHING THAT MADAM DOES IS HEALTHY, MENTALLY, PHYSICALLY OR SPIRITUALLY. SO PATHETIC.

Plasma fantazma?………

MM ANON, I HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT FANTAZMA BUT I KNOW THE MEDICAL PEOPLE ARE TAKING PLASMA FROM PEOPLE WHO HAVE FULLY RECOVERED FROM COVID-19 AND GIVING IT TO PEOPLE ILL WITH IT. TRYING TO ASSES HOW AND IF THE ANTIBODIES NOW IN THE PLASMA HELP, THEY ARE UNSURE HOW LONG THE ANTIBODIES REMAIN EFFECTIVE. IN SOME CASES FOR OTHER DISEASES YOU HAVE IMMUNITY FOR A LIFETIME. BUT WE STILL KNOW SO LITTLE ABOUT THIS CORONA VARIANT CALLED COVID -19. OXFORD HAS A VACCINE IN HUMAN TRIALS ALREADY AND THEY HAVE PARTNERED WITH PHARMACEUTICAL GIANT ASTRA ZENECA WHO IS ALREADY PRODUCING THE VACCINE. THEY HOPE TO HAVE 100,000,000 DOSES READY BY THE END OF THE YEAR. USUALLY IT TAKES YEARS TO DEVELOP A VACCINE BUT I HOPE AND PRAY THIS IS TRULY AN EFFECTIVE VACCINE WITH NO HARMFUL SIDE EFFECTS

🎼give a little bit 🎼………

OF YOUR TIME TO ME DUH DUH DA DA…GIVE A LITTLE BIT OF YOUR LOVE TO ME. AHH MM ANON BACK TO SUPERTRAMP, ONE OF YOUR FAVES. I LOVE THIS SONG. ITS ALL ABOUT LOVING AND CARING FOR ONE ANOTHER. THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE SEEN SO MUCH OF DURING THIS PANDEMIC. I COULD TELL YOU ALL THE THINGS MY FRIENDS HAVE DONE FOR ME BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WITHOUT MY HELPER FOR WEEKS. WE SEE PHOTOS OF THE YORKS, THE WESSEXES, CHARLOTTE ALL GIVING, HELPING…NOT FOR ANY HEADLINES NO NO NO. GIVING FOR THE REAL REASON OF CHRISTIAN CARING AND LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER. ITS SO MARVELLOUS TO SEE. LIKE I SAID THE OTHER DAY, THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY BLESSINGS DURING THIS PANDEMIC.

“ I swear ,I’ll send you to bloody Madagascar “……… “

OK, I GIVE IN, THE OTHER DAY I SAID I WOULD NOT SAY WHO IS SAYING THIS BUT ITS WILLIAM. THE CHILDREN ARE AT IT AGAIN, AND HE HAS LOST HIS PATIENCE🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. LIKE MANY MILLIONS OF PARENTS.

“another top up sir”………” leave the poor man be Philip “……… “

AAAHHH HERE WE ARE, BACK IN THE SITTING ROOM, TV IS ON, BBC OF COURSE TO WATCH THE DAYS NEWS. WHAT A MARVELLOUS ISOLATION YOUR MAJESTY. HRH HIMSELF IS STILL IN A FEISTY MOOD AND AS I SAID THE OTHER DAY, HE IS TAKING THE P***OUT OF DEAR LOYAL SYDNEY😂😂😂😂🤣🤣. I WONDER IF HIMSELF IS WANTING BACK AT WOOD FARM, WITH HIS HORSES ETC. BUT MY WHAT MARVELLOUS TIME FOR THE TWO OF THEM TOGETHER. HIMSELF IS BEING OFFERED ANOTHER BODDINGTONS BY SYDNEY, HMTQ IS SCOLDING HIM FOR HAVING A GO, YET AGAIN, AT POOR SYDNEY. AS SHE SIPS HER GIN AND DUBONNET. SHE IS QUIET AND LOOKING AT HER HUSBAND, MANY MEMORIES FLOODING THROUGH HER MIND. FEW TEARS, BARELY TEARS, BUT GRATITUDE FOR THIS PRECIOUS TIME TOGETHER. ANOTHER SIP AND ITS BACK TO THE NEWS.

“no ma’am not yet” ………

HMTQ IS AWAITING WORD ON SOMETHING AND IT IS NOT THERE YET. THERE ARE A MYRIAD OF THINGS SHE MIGHT BE WAITING ON. SHE WOULD BE PRIVY TO ALL THE LOCKDOWN ISSUES SO IT IS NOT ANYTHING RELATED TO THE PANDEMIC I DO NOT THINK. THIS JUST MAKES ME THINK OF HARRY, BUT WHY I DO NOT KNOW. SHE IS WAITING FOR WORD ON SOMETHING REGARDING THE END OF DEALING WITH MADAM. KIDS I JUST DO NOT KNOW. IT MIGHT BECOME PATENTLY OBVIOUS ONCE I SUBMIT MY INTERPRETATION BUT RIGHT NOW I JUST DO NOT KNOW FOR CERTAIN.

Wilfred!!!!!………… “ Bloody Wilfred!!”……… conspirators will spread another sort of virus.

THERE ARE ALWAYS CONSPIRACY THEORIES SNOUT BIG AND SMALL THINGS. THERE IS A GROUNDSWELL THAT THIS WAS PURPOSELY RELEASED, DEVELOPED AS A WEAPON OF WAR AND MANY OF THINGS. I DO NOT HANG OUT ON 4CHAN OR 8CHAN. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY ARE, THEY ARE THE DARK WEN, WHERE YOU CAN GET OR DO ANYTHING AND I MEAN ANYTHING. DO NOT EVER EVER EVER GO THERE!!!

I BELIEVE THIS IS HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH SPEAKING, THE BIRUS HE IS REFERRING TO IS THE CONSPIRACY THEORIES AND HOW THEY SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE. ITS LIKE GOSSIP, WE ALL KNOW HOW QUICKLY THINGS SPREAD.

WE DO NOT NEED CONSPIRACY THEORIES. WE JUST NEED TO BELIEVE WHAT OUR GOVERNMENTS TELL US.

I WONDER IF THIS IS A CHAP HIMSELF KNOW WHO SPREADS OR ENJOYS OR BELIEVES IN CONSPIRACY THEORIES. FOR SOME REASON, THE NAME WILFRED MAKES ME THINK OF A CHAUFFEUR OR DRIVER, I TRULY DO NOT KNOW FOR CERTAIN.

OF INTEREST, AND I HIGHLY DOUBT IF THIS IS THE WILFRED HIMSELF IS REFERRING TO, BUT THERE WAS A WILFRED BOWES, OBE(19 FEBRUARY 1994-6 JUNE1970) HE WAS A RAF SERVICE POLICE DETECTIVE WHO RAN THE SPECIAL BRANCH, SIB, IN 1944. IF YOU HAVE EVER SEEN THE FANTASTIC FILM, THE GREAT ESCAPE, HE HEADED THE INQUIRY INTO THE MURDERS OF THE OFFICERS THAT WERE RECAPTURED BY THE NAZIS AND RETURNED BACK TO THE POW CAMP.

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG ADDS TO MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊 HI KIDS, I HAVE BEEN THINKING AND THINKING. THE COMMENT ABOUT SENDING YOU TO BLOODY MADAGASCAR WOULD NEVER EVER HAVE BEEN SAID BY WILLIAM TO HIS CHILDREN. I THINK THAT CLUE SHOULD HAVE BEEN TOGETHER WITH HRH HIMSELF HARASSING DEAR SYDNEY. THIS IS PARTLY WHY HMTQ SAID TO STOP IT. I JUST HAD TO CLARIFY BECAUSE WILLIAM WOULD NEVER SAY THAT TO HIS CHILDREN NEVER!!

WILFRED BLOODY WILFRED

HRH HIMSELF HAVING A GO AT THE PM AND HIS PARTNERS NEWBORN SONS NAME.

THE CONSPIRACY CLUE WHICH I INTERPRETED SHOULD HAVE BEEN SEPARATE BUT I STAND BY MY INTERPRETATION OF THAT.

SORRY KIDS, JUST TOO TIRED TODAY. BUT I HAD TO COME BACK AND CLARIFY THESE THINGS, THEY WERE BOTHERING ME GREATLY ESPECIALLY ME SAYING WILLIAM WOULD SPEAK THAT WAY TO HIS CHILDREN.

I BEG FORGIVENESS, FOR THIS, SPELLING ERRORS AND JUST NOT UP TO PAR TODAY.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻TO NYC ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

I HOPE YOU SAW THE PRAYER POST I DID FOR YOU A FEW DAYS BACK. THANK YOU FOR UPDATING US. YOU ARE VERY MUCH IN OUR PRAYERS.

REGARDING INSOMNIA….I LIKE TO WATCH THE SHOPPING CHANNEL, OR I DO EASY CROSSWORD PUZZLES ONLINE. THEY ARE EASY SO IT DOESN’T REQUIRE A LOT OF EFFORT. JUST GOOGLE FREE ONLINE EASY CROSSWORDS. TAKE CARE AND LOTS OF PRAYERS FOR YOU

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊TO LEGAL ANON😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CLARIFYING. I KNOW IN MY PROFESSION SO MUCH DOCUMENTATION. EVERY SINGLE PILL I GAVE, INJECTION I GAVE ALL HAD TO BE SIGNED FOR, SOMETIMES TWICE IF IT WAS A CONTROLLED DRUG. THEN IF IT WAS PRN, OR AS NEEDED, ONE HAD TO WRITE IN THE CHART WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN WHY , BEHAVIOUR, SIDE EFFECTS GOOD OR BAD. LOTS AND LOTS OF COPIOUS DOCUMENTATION. IF POLICE WERE NEEDED THERE WAS A WHOLE PROTOCOL OF PAPERWORK ETC ETC ETC SO I FULLY GET WHAT YOU MEAN. TAKE CARE AND PLEASE KEEP COMING BACK TO HELP US UNDERSTAND THIS LEGAL QUAGMIRE.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊DEAR DEAR DEAR 🐼😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART FOR PROVIDING A SAFE PLACE TO COME, ANYTIME, WHERE ONE IS LOVED AND ACCEPTED AND PRAYED FOR WITHOUT ANY QUESTION. THIS IS SUCH A GODSEND TO ME. I WAS ISOLATED BEFORE ISOLATION WAS COOL😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. BAD ATTEMPT AT HUMOUR. YOU WILL NEVER TRULY KNOW THE DEPTH OF MY LOVE AND APPRECIATION. THE FRIENDS I HAVE MADE HERE ARE JUST MARVELLOUS. THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR KINDNESS, YOUR FRIENDSHIP AND YOUR CARING.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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5. May 3

MM ANON ………Lucrezia Markle……… For her own well-being … she’s kicking and sedated ……… safety net for Harry ……… a very private LOCK-down ………” GATEWAY“intervention …… “NHS Catherine , Sterling work darling “ …………” yes ,I love Frozen 2” ………… PTA……… “ your experience would be valued ma’am”……… “ I myself am best when least in company “……… absque misericordia

MAY 3/2020

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON RIDDLE #5

1520 HRS CST

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Lucrezia Markle……

THE BORGIAS, LUCREZIA BORGIAS MY WHAT A WOMAN SHE WAS. KIDS THIS GOES WAY WAY BACK, THE LATE 1400’S ITALY. A NOBLEWOMAN, A POWERFUL WOMAN. MANY MARRIAGES. THE BORGIAS FAMILY WERE WIDELY GOSSIPED ABOUT, THEN AND NOW. SO MANY RUMOURS OF FOULEST OF BEHAVIOUR, MANIPULATION, USE OF POISONS, INCEST, MURDER, THE WHOLE GAMUT.

WE HAVE ALL LONG SUSPECTED EACH FAMILY MEMBER OF THE MARKLE FAMILY IS PART OF THIS WHOLE MESS. MADAM AS LUCREZIA, SELF ABSORBED BUT NOWHERE ANYWHERE NEAR THE DESCRIPTIONS OF HER BEAUTY. IN THAT REGARD, MADAM IN NO LUCREZIA BORGIA. BUT IN RUTHLESSNESS AND DOING ANYTHING FOR SELF AND FOR POWER? OH YOU BET SHE IS!!

For her own well-being … she’s kicking and sedated ………

SO MADAM HAS FULLY LOST THE PLOT AND IS BACK IN LOCKDOWN, FOR HER OWN SAFETY AND WELL BEING OF OTHERS. MENTAL HEALTH LOCKDOWN NOT PANDEMIC. OBVIOUSLY SHE MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING AFTER THE HEARING AND THE PHOTOS, PERHAPS SELF HARM ATTEMPT? OVERDOSE ON HOBBIES? NARCISSISTS ARE KNOWN TO TRY BUT GENERALLY IN MY EXPERIENCE, NOT ENOUGH TO SUCCEED. SO SHE HAS BEEN SEDATED BUT STILL FIGHTING RULES.

safety net for Harry ………

THE SAFETY NET FOR HARRY IS THE YEAR REVIEW PROCESS AFTER THEY ALLEGEDLY LEFT THE ROYAL FAMILY. WE ALL KNOW HE HAS NEVER LEFT HIS FAMILY AND HAS ABSOLUTELY NOT LEFT THE U.K. TO BE WITH MADAM. HE MIGHT HAVE LEFT TO INVESTIGATE BUT NOTHING TO BEING WITH HER.

ALSO IF HE DOES SPEAK TO HER AND HE CAN GET SOME SORT OF CONFESSION THAT WOULD BE MORE THAN A SAFETY NET FOR SURE.

a very private LOCK-down ………”

SO MADAM IS IN A VERY EXCLUSIVE PRIVATE FACILITY. I WONDER IF IT IS THE SAME FACILITY SHE HAS BEEN IN BEFORE?

LOCK MAKES ME THINK OF LOCH, LAKE IN SCOTTISH WORDING.I TRULY WONDER IF HARRY HAS BEEN AT BALMORAL IN SCOTLAND. THAT WOULD PROVIDE HIM THE MOST ABSOLUTE PRIVACY. ALSO VERY NEAR HIS FATHER AND CAMILLA. SURELY WOULD GIVE HIM PLENTY OF OUTDOOR TIME HUNTING, RUNNING ETC. MOST OF ALL, NO MADAM!!

GATEWAY“intervention ……

THIS IS A VERY WELL KNOWN AND RENOWNED SUBSTANCE ABUSE TREATMENT FACILITY, OR CORPORATION OF FACILITIES. I WONDER, YET AGAIN, IF HARRY NEEDED SUBSTANCES TO COPE AND HE REQUIRED A FAMILY INTERVENTION TO GET HELP. THERE ARE FACILITIES IN CALGARY. HE MAY HAVE SPENT TIME THERE. THERE WERE RUMOURS OF HIM BEING HERE, AS IN 🇨🇦, WITH HIS RPO’S, BUT THAT WAS SAID TO BE HIM DOING SOME OF HIS OWN INVESTIGATIONS OF MADAM. THIS IS WHERE GOSSIP IS A BAD THING.

“NHS Catherine , Sterling work darling “ …………”

CATHERINE HAS BEEN WORKING WITH MIDWIVES AND WOMENS HEALTH FOR YEARS NOW. REMEMBER AFTER SHE HAD CHARLOTTE, SHE WAS ATTENDING A DAY SEMINAR, THE MIDWIVES WHO HAD BEEN THERE WITH HER DURING THE DELIVERY WAS THERE AND SHE HUGGED THEM SO MUCH. IT WAS LOVELY. EARLIER LAST WEEK I DO KNOW SHE HELD A ZOOM OR FACETIME MEETING DISCUSSING HOW THEY WERE MANAGING WITH THE PANDEMIC AND IN THEIR WORK. SHE IS SO AWESOME, STERLING FOR SURE, I THINK PLATINUM.💜💜💜

yes ,I love Frozen 2” …………

AH YES OUR CAMBRIDGE PRINCESS LOVES FROZEN 2 AND 1 AND LIKELY HAS WATCHED THEM OODLES OF TIMES. I WONDER IF THIS IS FACETIME WITH GAN GAN WHO CONCURS THAT SHE LOVES IT TOO.

PTA………

IN CANADA, THIS MEANS PARENT TEACHERS ASSOCIATION. IS THIS REFERRING TO ALL THE PARENTS HELPING TEACH THEIR CHILDREN OVER THE LAST FEW MONTHS?

ALSO MADE ME THINK OF PDA AND MADAMS CONSTANT 🦞 CLAWS GRIPPING OUR HARRY.

“ your experience would be valued ma’am”………

SO, SOMEONE SEEKING HMTQ ADVICE, INPUT BASED ON HER EXPERIENCE. WHAT ISSUE MIGHT THIS BE? KNOWING WHEN TO GO PUBLIC AND GIVE THE FINAL OK FOR THE PRESS TO RELEASE ALL THEY HAVE ON MADAM. OR IF HARRY SHOULD ATTEMPT TO GET INFORMATION FROM MADAM NOW BY MANIPULATING HER FEELINGS?

“ I myself am best when least in company “………

AGAIN INSTANTLY RECOGNIZABLE AS THE BARD, SHAKESPEARE, THIS TIME TWELFTH NIGHT. THIS IS A VERY INTERESTING PORTION OF THE PLAY. A WOMAN HAS GONE MAD, IS LOCKED UP, THE MEN ARE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO BEST DEAL WITH HER, WITH FOUR OR FIVE MEN OR JUST ONE. VIOLA IS THE WOMAN. ORSINO IS THE MALE WHO SAYS HE CAN DO THIS TASK BEST ALONE. USING MANIPULATION, TELLING HER HOW HE LOVES HER, THEIR TIMES SPENT TOGETHER TO GATHER THE INFORMATION NEEDED.

THIS IS FASCINATING. THE SHOE IS ON THE OTHER FOOT NOW. HARRY IS STRONG AND SHE IS BROKEN, TRYING TO GET A RECORDED CONFESSION WHILE HE PLIES HER WITH HIS LOVE FOR HER. THIS TRULY IS A TRAGEDY OF SHAKESPEAREAN LEVELS. WOWZA KIDS!!

absque misericordia

I KNOW A HOSPITAL CALLED MISERICORDIA, MERCY HOSPITAL. HERE WE HAVE ABSQUE OR ABSENCE. ABSENCE OF MERCY, RUTHLESS JUSTICE. THIS AWAITS MADAM ⚖️, SHE HAS DONE THIS ALL TO HERSELF. SHE HAS PLAYED EVERY BIT THE MATA HARI. SELF SELF, LIES, MANIPULATION, AND ON AND ON. SO POSSESSED OF A JEALOUSY , HATRED AND REVENGE UPON CERTAIN PEOPLE WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE. I DO NOT WISH TO MENTION THEIR NANES AGAIN, BAD KARMA. SHE SET THIS LAWSUIT IN MOTION. THE SNOW BALL IS ROLLING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN NOW, GATHERING STEAM, GETTING LARGER AND THERE IS NO STOPPING IT NOW. YE REAP WHAT YE SEW. LEAVE HER TO JUSTICE AND GOD.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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6. May 5

MM ANON …… granny flap…… delusions of gran-tour…… “ aye, some wantid er’ but Walt dis-ney “…… a p****hub offer worth millions …… a secret return …… Lottie leaded Cambridge assault ……… “ a very prominent speech for VE DAY ma’am”. …… unlocking the unlock able ………… 🎼day by day…🎼………… pause ,pray, proceed. …… optimistic optimism???

MAY 5/2020

RIDDLE POSTED MAY 4/2020

SEASON TWO THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE #6

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

0900 hrs CST

SORRY I AM A DAY LATE KIDS.

granny flap……

FLAP IS A INTERESTING WORD, A PURSE CAN HAVE ONE, A FLAG CAN FLAP IN THE WIND, A PERSON WHO IS WOUND UP OR AGITATED CAN BE SAID TO BE IN A FLAP. GRANNY FLAP,WELL DEPENDING ON WHICH GRANNY IS BEING REFERRED TO. I KNOW HMTQ IS REFERRED TO AS GRANNY, SO I SHALL SAY THIS IS HER. I CANNOT SEE HER EVER BEING IN A STATE OF A FLAP SO THAT IS OUT.

delusions of gran-tour……

INTERESTING MADAM, AND BACKWARDS SPELLED SCOOBY AND DURAND ARE ALLEGEDLY WRITING FINDING FREEDOM. I PERSONALLY THINK SHE SHOULD HAVE WAITED UNTIL SHE WAS OUT OF PRISON BEFORE USING THAT TITLE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. SHE IS THINKING THIS WILL BE A WALL STREET JOURNAL BEST SELLER. THE DAYTIME TALK SHOW CIRCUIT HAS ALL BUT DRIED UP BUT I AM CERTAIN IN HER MIND, SHE FULLY BELIEVES EVERYONE WILL BE DYING TO INTERVIEW HER, DOING A GRAND TOUR, LIKE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MOST MAJOR AUTHORS PUBLISH. HERE WE HAVE GRAN-TOUR. HYPHENATED. WHO IS ARCHIES GRAN? I HAVE NO IDEA BUT MADAM HAS SOLD DORITO AS THE GRANDMOTHER. OH DEARIE ME, PLEASE SAY IT AIN’T SO 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 THE TWO OF THEM, MAKING THE ROUNDS. GOOD GRAVY, SAINTS PRESERVE US. MAYBE A PRIME-TIME OPRAH SPECIAL TELL ALL ON OPRAH’S TV CHANNEL THAT NO ONE WATCHES. DOES SHE STILL EVEN HAVE IT ANYMORE?

“ aye, some wantid er’ but Walt dis-ney “……

NOW THIS REQUIRES THE THICKEST OF SCOTTISH BROGUES TO PULL THIS OFF, WALT DISNAH’🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. THIS IS WONDERFUL MM ANON, I AM IMMEDIATELY TRANSPORTED TO A PLACE I LOVE, SCOTLAND 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿. THIS IS SAYING DISNEY WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH MADAM. WE ALL SAW THAT BIG ACT HARRY PUT ON, WAS THE THE REASON HE DIDN’T ATTEND THE MILITARY EVENING AND ATTENDED THE LION KING SO HE COULD CONFRONT BOB IGER FACE TO FACE, CAPTURED OF FILM..ACTING ALL INNOCENT BY YAPPING THAT MADAM DOES VOICEOVERS, IGER’S FACE GOES WHITE AS A SHEET KNOWING THE PALACE KNOWS ABOUT HIS SHENANIGANS WITH MADAM, WORK ON THE ELEPHANTS FILM. IGER LEFT DISNAH’ 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂AKA DISNEY. NOBODY OF ANY REGARD OR ESTEEM REMOTELY WANTS HER. SHE TRULY CARRIES THE MARKLE EFFECT…LTHAT GOES ALONG WITH THE EVIL.

a p****hub offer worth millions ……

AGAIN WE HAVE A GRAPHIC SEX WORD, ALTHOUGH IN MY EXPERIENCE, THAT WORD IS NOT USED IN THE U.K. THERE IT IS CALLED A FANNY OR A WORSE WORD. I LEARNED THAT RATHER QUICKLY WHEN I BROUGHT MY FANNY PACK WITH ME ONE TIME AND MY FRIENDS WERE AGHAST AT THE NAME IF IT. HERE FANNY IS YOUR RUMP BUT NO NO NOT IN THE U.K. ANYHOW THE EVER SPOKEN ABOUT DOSSIER, VIDEO. WILL THE TRUTH AT LAST BE REVEALED. THE DM DOSSIER WAS A MILLION SEVERAL YEARS AGO. HAS IT GONE UP IN PRICE? HOW I WISH THINGS WOULD BE REVEALED BUT THEY WILL BECAUSE SHE STARTED THIS LAWSUIT AND THINGS ARE COMING. ONCE COVID-19 SETTLES BOOM! IN SIMPLE TERMS, THIS IS MADAMS PAY FOR PLAY, “OPEN DOOR POLICY”.

a secret return ……

WILL HARRY RETURN PUBLICLY? HAS HE BEEN AT BALMORAL , CANADA INVESTIGATING OR EVEN HIS BELOVED AFRICA, OR ALL THREE. SECRET MEANS NOT PUBLIC YET, BUT CLOSE? SO WHEREVER HE HAS BEEN, HE WILL RETURN TO LONDON TO BE READY FOR REEMERGENCE.

Lottie leaded Cambridge assault ………

AS IF IT WERE A PLANNED BATTLE, THE PHOTOS OF CHARLOTTE’S FIFTH BIRTHDAY, PORTRAYING HER IN THE ACT OF GIVING IN PHOTOS TAKEN BY CATHERINE ARE STELLAR. UNBEATABLE, NOTHING MADAM COULD RELEASE COULD HAVE KNOCKED THOSE HEADLINES AND TRENDS. I AM 100% CERTAIN SHE SEES IT AS THEM ATTACKING HER AND TAKING PR TIME AWAY FROM HER. SAD LITTLE LIFE, JEALOUS OF A FIVE YEAR OLD.

“ a very prominent speech for VE DAY ma’am”. ……

NOW I NORMALLY NEVER DO THIS, BUT THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT AND I THINK MANY WILL WANT THIS INFORMATION. THE QUOTED PORTIONS ARE FROM TOWN AND COUNTRY MAGAZINE. SO THE BBC WILL HAVE EXTENSIVE PROGRAMMING AND HMTQ SPEECH AND HER MEMORIES WILL FEATURE PROMINENTLY AMONGST IT.

🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧”Announcing its coverage plans to mark 75th anniversary of VE Day, the BBC said in a statement: “At the heart of the commemorations will be a special address from HM The Queen broadcast at 9.00pm – the exact time her father spoke to the nation three quarters of a century ago.”

Announcing its coverage plans to mark 75th anniversary of VE Day, the BBC said in a statement: “At the heart of the commemorations will be a special address from HM The Queen broadcast at 9.00pm – the exact time her father spoke to the nation three quarters of a century ago.”

The Queen will have her own memories of that important day. Then 19-year-old Princess Elizabeth, she was allowed to leave the palace along with her sister Margaret to join the crowds outside celebrating.

The Queen’s message on May 8, 2020 will form the centerpiece of the televised musical event VE Day 75: The People’s Celebration, which will begin at 8 p.m. in the UK. The program will culminate with the nation coming together to sing Vera Lynn’s wartime classic We’ll Meet Again, which the Queen referenced in her recent speech reassuring the nation amid the coronavirus crisis.

“At a time when many are looking for unity and hope, the BBC will bring households together to remember the past, pay tribute to the Second World War generation, and honour our heroes both then and now,” the broadcaster’s Director General, Tony Hall, said in a statement. The program will also include memories and photographs from members of the World War II generation.

Additional events throughout the day will include a two minute silence at 11 a.m. and a broadcast of then Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill’s victory speech in the afternoon.”🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

unlocking the unlock able …………

AGAIN, WITH MM ANON, EVERYTHING MEANS SOMETHING. WE HAVE UNLOCK IN DIFFERENT FORMS TWICE. THE SECOND TIME IT IS SEPARATED WITHOUT HYPHEN. SO UNLOCKING OBVIOUSLY MEANS OPENING, LETTING DUST OUT FRESH AIR IN. LETTING FILTH OUT LIES PUT THE FILTH TRUTH AND LIES PUBLIC. UNLOCK ABLE , I READ THIS AS YES, IT CAN UNLOCK AND WE ARE ABLE TO. SO ALL IN ALL THAT DOSSIER IS COMING OUT ALONG WITH VIDEOS AND EVERY OTHER FILTHY MERCHING THING MADAM HAD DONE.

DNA IS OFTEN SAID TO HOLD THE KEY.FROM EYE COLOUR, TO GENETIC DISEASES, ETC ETC. THE KEY TO UNLOCKING DNA IS BOTH BOOKS, TEXTBOOKS , LECTURES ETC ETC. I THINK THIS MOST DEFINITELY REFERRING TO DNA OF ARCHIE NOT EXACTLY COMING OUT, BUT WHAT WILL COME PUT , FINALLY, IS THAT HARRY IS NOT THE FATHER.

🎼day by day…🎼………… pause ,pray, proceed. ……

THE FIRST THING TO MIND IS THE CLASSIC HYMN, DAY BY DAY AND WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. IT SPEAKS OF THE STRAINS, TOILS, TRAUMAS AND JOYS OF LIFE. NOW I DOUBT THIS IS FAMILIAR TO HMTQ, HOWEVER, THE PHRASE PAUSE, PRAY REPEAT REMINDED ME OF AN EPISODE OF MUDER SHE WROTE WITH MY FAVOURITE ANGLEA LANSBURY WITH A CLUE STITCHED ON AN EMBROIDERED SAMPLER. THE CLUE THERE WAS REFLECT AND PAUSE, OF COURSE SHE FIGURE IT OUT, THE EMBROIDERY WAS TO BE SHOWN TO THE MIRROR, THEN ONE SHOULD PAUSE AS HIDDEN CLUES REVEALED THEMSELVES. SORRY FOR BEING SO ELABORATIVE, AS USUAL FOR ME THOUGH😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. THESE CLUES TOGETHER TAKE ME TO THE 19TH CENTURY. SAMPLERS WERE HUGE THEN. ANYHOW I THINK WHAT MM ANON IS SAYING IN HER CLUE AND I AM WRITING THE EQUIVALENT OF TOLSTOY IS HMTQ IS A WOMAN WHO HAS A PLETHORA OF LIFE EXPERIENCES, GOOD, BAD AND THE IN BETWEEN. THROUGH OUT ALL OF IT, SHE HAS RELIED ON HER FAITH AND THE GOD GIVEN INHERENT BRILLIANCE SHE HAS TO NAVIGATE THROUGH THEM ALL. SHE ALSO HAS MILLIONS PRAYING FOR HER.

optimistic optimism???

THIS IS ODD REPETITION OF TWO FORMS OF THE SAME WORD WITH THREE QUESTIONS MARKS. EVERYTHING MM ANON WRITES IS THERE FOR A REASON.

IS THIS TELLING US, THOSE WHO HAVE STOOD BY HARRY HAVE OPTIMISM THAT OUR STALWART FAITH AND OPTIMISTIC BELIEFS SHALL SOON BEAR FRUIT??? I MOST CERTAINLY PRAY SO🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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Iwazumi:

Hajime Iwaizumi was a prideful man, sure, he could admit that. He was ill tempered, and impulsive at times with the things he said. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t care… He cared a lot, which is why the petty fights seemed so stupid now. His girlfriend had a way of pushing his buttons during arguments, not intentionally, just she didn’t understand when he was angry he wasn’t good at pulling punches. She didn’t appreciate his bluntless as much as he wished she could, and their last argument was a doozy.

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“It’s like you don’t even care. Why did you have to start an argument in front of all of our friends? You totally overreacted!” The girl threw her purse on the couch, turning quickly on her heels to look her at her boyfriend with an accusatory stare.

“Oh excuse me, am I just supposed to let your ex act all smug and mighty about how long you two were together? Was I supposed to grin and bare it when he hugged you for far too long? I know you’re blind to it but that guy has feelings for you and he’s a total dick about it.” Iwaizumi stepped forward his blood already boiling.

“Haijime! How many times do i have to tell you we are just friends. Nothing is going on between us, and it was entirely unnecessary for you to act that way, or to put your hands on him. Do you not trust me? I would never do anything with him even if he did have feelings he knows we are nothing more than friends now.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, what the fuck? Why do you always twist my words? I don’t trust him around you.”

“Well that’s not for you do decide! I can hang out with whoever I want.”

“Fine! Go hang out with him then I won’t stop you hang out with whoever you want, you don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

“I can’t keep having these arguments anymore Hajime… I think… I think i need a break from this. I’m just going to go.”

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He couldn’t even work up the courage to stop her from packing a bag and leaving their shared apartment.

That was days ago, Iwaizumi had been couch hopping, not wanting to be in their shared space at first, but also not wanting to admit that. Finally Oikawa encouraged him to go back, and now he was dreading sleep. He walked into the living room their fight still fresh. The breakup text he received the following day hanging heavy in his pocket still. It was like he was going through the motions. He ate his convenience store dinner, took a long bath, and finally sat in their room. Deep down he knew, knew that they just weren’t ready for this kind of relationship. They were both too sensitive and not great at communication. He did love her, and he had hoped moving in together would have worked out. It didn’t, it just made fighting harder to get through, and dinners awkward. He finally managed to lay down, pulling her pillow to his side, and holding it. It smelled vaguely like her shampoo, and memories of good times flooded him too suddenly. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, and drift to sleep, holding onto those memories.

Daichi:

Daichi was the type of man to love hard. He was a romantic through and through; usually that would be a good thing, but in this moment he hated that personality trait of his. It was spring of his Freshman year of university when Daichi met her. A manager for the basketball team, and honestly it disappointed him that she wasn’t involved with volleyball. But she was bright, enthusiastic and had this soft kind smile that seemed to make her radiate an angelic light. Needless to say he had fallen pretty quickly. The college he decided to go to didn’t have a huge volleyball program, but he still wanted to participate in the sport. It also wasn’t a bad thing that the volleyball team shared a gym with the basketball team and he could get time with the pretty manager.

There was always a magnetic feeling between them, and Daichi always showed up early to chat her up, and help her with setting the court up. The more they talked the more the boy fell for her. It only took him a week before he had asked the girl out on a date. Y/n quickly became a sort of light in his life. She was insanely supportive, and never pressured him to prioritize her over his love for volleyball. Things were blissful, and they moved quickly as a couple. After the semester ended they looked for apartments together, and moved in together. Their home was humble, but daichi loved the small touches she’d add to the place. She had a love for houseplants, and quirky colorful statement pieces. Their relationship was strong, and they had built a beautiful little life together.

That was all years ago, and Daichi was a salaryman now. His hours were long, and he spent most of his time sitting behind a desk. It wasn’t the most fulfilling life, but honestly, it supported their life and that was enough to keep him content.

Was it his dream job? No of course not. But he loved his girlfriend, and she always cheered him up at the end of a long day. His girlfriend became a teacher at a local middle school, and funnily enough one of the boys from their university started working as the coach for the basketball team. Daichi thought it was nice, knowing his partner was excited about having a familiar face and their team wasn’t half bad either. As long as she was smiling Daichi was happy, and supported her decision to help out as the team’s faculty advisor. He knew things were hard when he wasn’t around as much due to work. So he was happy that she had something to do with her time that he knew she truly enjoyed.

However, happiness doesn’t last forever… It had been another long shift, and Daichi had stopped at a local bar for a quick bite to eat and a drink after work. He didn’t usually do this but, he didn’t want to wake up his lover with cooking and drinking in their living room. About halfway through his meal he had heard a familiar laugh. His head lifted up on instinct and man, how he wished he hadn’t. His sweet, angelic girlfriend was on the arm of a tall man, laughing and playfully pushing him away as he kissed at her neck and pulled her closer. His stomach sank, and had to swallow down the bile rising in his throat. Her eyes met his, and he saw a few emotions flick through those eyes he had come to love over the years. Shock, shame, and then quickly, it become pity. He was frozen, and he wanted to get up, pull his lover away from this man and punch the smug bastard right in the jaw. His muscles tensed, his eyes became dark, and his face fell into an expression that used to put the fear of god into his kohai’s.

Daichi got up, and as he walked up to the pair, his anger dissipated into a sharp pain. They exchanged glances before the man coldly walked passed the pair. He made his way to their shared apartment, throwing his briefcase to the side, shrugging off his jacket angrily. He waited for her to come home, to explain herself. Instead, his phone lit up, she was calling him? “Daichi? Hey, listen I’m really sorry you had to find out about this like… well like that. I promise you it happened very recently and I was waiting for your schedule to calm down so we could talk about this face to face, but that’s kind of out the window huh? I love you. I really do, but I just can’t keep doing this. Our lives are the same thing in and out everyday. You’re always working or stressed from work and I guess I just felt… underappreciated. That’s not an excuse and I’m not at all blaming you but, i think it’s better that we split up. I’ll come get my things tomorrow while you’re working. I’m really really sorry Daichi.”

Daichi once again felt bile trying to fight it’s way up his throat. His eyes burned and threatened to spill over with emotion. The grip on his phone was too tight. He didn’t say a word, anything he said wouldn’t matter, she wasn’t his anymore. So he hung up.

Things started to fall into place for him. The way she hesitated to become a faculty advisor at first, looking to him for permission. The way she started spending more time on her makeup in the morning, and planning her outfits at night. Her demeanor becoming more like their times as silly school kids in love. He realized now that it wasn’t just the job and her love of basketball making her happy… He thought back to a time when she talked about her first love. A senpai on the team that he had never official met, something in his gut told him if he asked her now for his name, it would be the same man that worked with her now.

Daichi threw his phone unceremoniously onto the couch, and pulled at his tie. He slowly made his way over to their shared space. It felt tainted now, like this whole happy facade that only he was blind to. He walked to his dresser, pulling open the top drawer, and pulling out a small jewelry box. This next check was the last one he needed to officially pay off the ring that he had bought her. A ring that was meant to symbolize their past, present, and future. He laid in their bed, now his bed, and set the ring on the pillow where she used to rest. He let the tears fall silently, and let the dull ache in his chest lull him to sleep. Maybe when he woke up, it would all just be a dream.

Kuroo: The tall man wasn’t one for romance, he had more to focus on, especially in high school. Volleyball, keeping his grades up, nationals, entrance exams; the whole nine yards. So when he finally got into a university, with a good volleyball program, and a great science program he was excited to not be so stressed out. God, was he wrong. The science program was more intense than he had anticipated, and university level volleyball was nothing to scoff at. To make things worse he had met the perfect girl. A shy girl from his bio lab, who’d hide her smile when she’d laugh, and she always laughed at his science puns. She was adorable, and kuroo was as charming as could be. It didn’t take him long to get her to agree to a study date. Okay so maybe he had to call it a study session because she got a panicked look on her face when he called it a date, but good enough!

All and all it went pretty well, he made her laugh, and they had gotten on topics passed that of biology labs, and micro-organisms. Soon their study dates just became real dates, and she spent a significant amount of time at his dorm. It wasn’t long until they fell into natural roles of boyfriend and girlfriend. Even with all of the stress she understood completely, they stayed up together working on homework, and she came to every game. Things were pretty great. Sure they had some arguments and sometimes the stress made him want to close himself up in his room for days at a time.

So when things imploded it wasn’t loud or dramatic. It was as natural as them coming together was. They had been getting closer and closer to finals week, and things were lining up in all the wrong ways. His team was knocked out of their tournament far too early, and now this. His girlfriend was at his door which wouldn’t normally be a happy thing but she didn’t look happy.

“Hey, come in, what’s wrong?” Kuroo pulled her into the room gently, sitting them on the bed. She looked ready to cry and the sight broke his heart.

“I’m sorry, it’s so late and I know you’re probably trying to get work done.” She had a way of procrastinating when it was something important, so kuroo took her hand in his and raised his brows at her.

“Come on, you know you’re welcome here anytime. Now calm down and tell me what’s on your mind.” “Tetsuro, listen… I really like you and you’re a great guy but… I really am drowning in all this school stuff. I think we should just maybe be friends? I really like hanging out with you and truthfully I haven’t made many friends other than you so I really hope things don’t have to be weird between us. But if you need space I totally understand!”

It was endearing how nervous she was, but honestly it made a lot of sense. Kuroo himself was stressed enough to feel like his world was crumbling. He knew he should be sad, but honestly he thinks he needed a friend more than anything. He missed Kenma, Yaku, hell he even missed Lev and Taketora’s loud antics. He gave the girl a hug and flashed a charming smile.

“Please, how many times do I have to tell you how kind I always am? Friends sounds like a great plan.”

Like that his first college relationship was over, and it was bittersweet. He cared about the girl, but he knew this was best for both of them. Later that night after they both spent an hour bitching about their bio teacher and looking over past labs together frantically. He walked her back to her dorm. Kuroo laid in his bed, pretty satisfied with his first semester. He made some great memories, and he slept pretty soundly. Kuroo was happy with his decisions and with how things had ended, and he knew he’d have a great friend who he could tease about her lapse in judgement freshman year for the rest of their lives.

#this took me forever #angst #cheating #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu requests #haikyuu #haikyu #nekoma #karasuno #seijoh #karasuno captain #nekoma captain #aoba johsai #k writing

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nihilismdan · 7 years ago

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between the bars.

word count: 4946 warnings: none. summary: Dan is a lonely twenty-something year old not really looking for a connection until he finds one, and not in the way he expected, in fact he can't even remember it. Or the one where Dan and Phil meet on Tinder. a/n: under the cut.

a/n:I've had this idea in my head since Phil's tinder video. I had planned for this to be literally a 2k word fic. That didn't go as planned. I've been working on this for two fics and I'm proud for it to be done. This fic comes from a special place as I am talking to a girl and we're actually going on a date soon and I just really wanted a way to express that feeling of liking someone, (especially of the same sex) for the first time and how special and sort of magical it feels. Enjoy.

He downloads the app because he’s drunk at his house warming party, and he sets up his account when he’s sitting in his tub with his friend right next to him with a bottle of malibu in between them. Someone had come in not too long ago turning the shower on and they’re sitting with their natural (curly, frizzy) hair, their clothes are wet but they’re too drunk to notice or really care. Lauren grabs his phone from him and goes through his photos to find a couple of “good ones” to put on his profile. They argue but then laugh because he’s trying too hard in some photos but they can make it look like it’s purposeful.

“What a night, huh?” Lauren says as she’s swiping right on people. She doesn’t mean that she put the settings on both “men and women,” in the beginning it was a joke -- the whole profile was a joke, and no male has actually matched with Dan yet.

“Yeah… yeah.” Dan says, tipping the bottle back and all he wants to do is lay down. He is a grown man, and he is drunk in his bathroom with a friend who’s a bit older than he is.

“We need a bio.” She slurs.

“My life is a joke.” Dan says, “I like pizza.” It’s a solid bio to Dan, he’s not expecting responses plus in the morning when he’s throwing up and feeling the wrath of the hangover he can just delete the app and pretend that it didn’t happen. At least he’ll have a funny story for his youtube channel. He’ll probably leave the dating app out though. Yeah, sounds like a plan.

“Hey, you got a match,” He thinks he hears his friend say but he can’t be sure, there’s too much alcohol in his system he just wants to sleep.

ii.

Dan couldn’t move the entire morning after the party. The most effort he had done was get out of the bathroom and to his bed and he didn’t move for hours after that. He was sweating and he could smell the alcohol off of him and he was nauseas, and then there were the body aches. He took some pain reliever and started to pick up after his friends, it was a lot of bottles and a lot of food gone to waste, he had just moved in yet his house had felt worn in already which was comforting but also just a lot of work to do for someone who hadn’t even been living here for a month yet.

He didn’t dare check his phone yet, he figured if he could distract himself with the clean up and a shower whatever he’d find wouldn’t exist and it didn’t happen. He was prone to drunk text a lot of his friends that he didn’t talk to anymore, but he was more scared of contact his ex during a night of drinking but he honestly couldn’t remember much of last night.

After a long shower and a cup of peppermint tea he had found himself back in bed with all the lights off and the only comfort he had was the light coming from his screen. He had seen the numerous notifications of people who matched with him, though he doesn’t remember really swiping anyone.

He moans and cringes, unlocking his phone and getting on the app to see the damage. He first looks at his profile and the selfies that Lauren had chose and shakes his head at the main photo he used, and then at his bio and his several interests below that he hadn’t bothered to unlike on facebook.

He finally gets the guts to look at messages, all of them are messages that just say “whats up” and they’re all females except for one. He takes a deep breath and then clicks on the message:

I just wanted to say that your bio is very short and sweet and i like it.

The first thing that Dan notices is the boy’s hair. He also mentions it on his profile.

“I’m that guy with the hair. I also like x-files, corgis and terrible puns.”

Dan reads the message over again. There’s a weird feeling he has looking at his profile, seeing their similar likes and interests, things that he also forgot to uncheck when he was making his tinder profile, and he looks at his selfies- some are just of him, and then he sees some with his friends he assumes or family. He has a very nice smile and pretty eyes. You could go swimming in those eyes, Dan thinks to himself and then cringes at the thought of him using that as a pick up line towards the other boy. And that’s just the thing -- he does want to reply back to him. Very badly, actually. He sighs again and then shakes his head. Why not?

haha thanks. i put in a lot of effort if you can’t tell. i like x-files, corgis, and terrible puns too.

He sent the message and then huffed, locking his phone and then turned on his side to look at the wall.

He hears a buzz a few moments later.

Looks like we have a lot in common! Even the same hair! What else do you like?

Dan finds himself looking at Phil’s profile again and smiling. He writes back to him.

did you steal my hair? i really like naps, breakfast food, wifi, space. wby???

When he hits send he waits for a moment, and then he grabs his headphones, if he’s not going to sleep he’s going to watch youtube if Phil was going to reply back as fast as he had been. It was an odd thing for Dan- he talked to people online all the time, for godssake he was someone who made videos for a living, but this was different- it was weird but completely familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

I DID. I’m older than you so I think you actually stole my hair :p What a coincidence, we both like naps, breakfast food, wifi, and space. I’d ask you what you’re looking for on tinder but that’s pretty boring question. Do you prefer tea or coffee?

Dan snorts reading the message, but he waits for a few minutes before replying back. He doesn’t want to seem desperate.

lies. i mean i don’t go outside but i do go on the nasa instagram and look at the photos of space they put up. hopefully that counts.

Dan ignores the tinder comment.

listen i know we’re british and like tea is a staple…. but i love coffee. well, it has to taste sugary for me to like coffee. to be specific, i love caramel machiatto’s from starbucks and I KNOW that it’s mostly just milk and caramel flavouring but it tastes great.

Dan had felt like he told too much there, their messages getting a little bit bigger each reply, he felt his eyes getting heavy though and he really did need to sleep. He was trying to stay up and at least read Phil’s message but he passed out listening to someone rant about algorithms and dreamed of parties and bathtubs.

iii.

Over the course of the week Dan slowly brings his apartment to life and he documents it in small little clips on his phone that he’ll eventually piece together into a video for his audience. Dan finds it enjoyable to be able to pick what kind of houseplants he wants in his apartment and what kind of cooking utensils he needs and if he wants the cutting board that’s green or white- it’s small little decisions that he enjoys because they’re his decisions and they belong to him.

And he checks his phone during those small little decisions for a message from Phil. They talk more at night. Phil is sometimes out of touch, and Dan can’t blame him. He hasn’t even asked him what he does yet. Right now they’re just talking. Sometimes when Dan is feeling brave enough or after a glass of beer he’ll ask Phil how his day is. And Phil will reply with tidbits of his day, and tell him a funny thing that happened to him, and Dan will be sitting at the pub with his friends and smile down at his phone, and his friends will laugh at him because he’s staring down at his crotch and laughing at him, and he’ll blush a little. Thanks, Phil, he’ll think internally and he’d want to tell him that but he’s scared that he’s just building his version of Phil or the Phil he wants him to be in his head and it’s always hard for boys like Dan- he falls for people so easily- or, well, he fell for this boy so easy. Perhaps because he’s the first boy to really give Dan the light of day. And he answers him back.

My day was good! I visited my parents which was why i was MIA for a bit. They have terrible service in IOM. Sorry for such delayed messages. My brother and his girlfriend came too so it’s just been busy. It was good though! I got to finish up that Stephen King book I was telling you about. Did you do anything fun over the weekend? (: Also I missed talking to you and thought maybe we could exchange numbers? I never check this thing or get notifications so maybe texting would be easier?

Dan reads the message a couple of times. He doesn’t know why it makes him feel giddy inside. He sets his phone down and looks out the window. His view isn’t that great. It’s just of the street he lives on and the other apartments surrounding his. Cars park out front and teens kick rocks with their new shoes they bought for school.

glad to hear that your day was good. i understand. whenever i go back to wokingham i don’t get any service out there either. it’s cool you got to see your parents and brother. i wish i was closer to my brother. nice! hopefully it was a good read and wasn’t too predictable. nah i didn’t do anything fun. i went to the cinema and ate a lot of food haha. yeah, i was going to actually suggest texting it seems a lot easier but you beat me to it! here’s my number.

Dan has to film a video. He puts his phone on silent and then purposely leaves it in the kitchen while he sets up the camera and lights. The past couple of weeks of talking to Phil felt like a mess and unorganized and he felt like he didn’t know what he was doing. It had been a while since his last video and he knew that now was a good time to film. This was what Dan was good at. This is what he knew how to do. It was effortless to film a video, and it was slowly becoming effortless to talk to Phil. He didn’t want to get his hopes up though. He blocked it out for a half hour while he talked to his camera. He could do that.

When he finished filming he took his time putting everything away. It didn’t take long -- his apartment wasn’t that big, there wasn’t much room for everything but he made it work. His channel was doing good and growing slowly but surely. He liked where his channel was going and his audience was great, he could always guarantee some sort of funny discourse or art being made for his content. He knew that his parents weren’t exactly proud that he dropped out of law school and they didn’t understand the whole internet thing, after what had happened with his brother his parents had given him a cold shoulder for a while, they didn’t talk until a couple months ago. While he understood- living out here in London wasn’t easy and a lot of times he was lonely and just wanted to talk to someone familiar. He had his new friends, his youtube friends but there was still a bit of loneliness because he couldn’t really relate or know how to make conversation and have that conversation mean something, because if it didn’t mean something and if there wasn’t a purpose for it then what was the point?

Hearing his phone buzz as he stared out the window of his tiny flat he had smiled to himself a little, walking over to see that there were a few text messages and a call from his mom. No voicemail. She normally left a voicemail if it was important. He’d just text her what’s up.

Hey it’s Phil from tinder! (: I didn’t know you had a brother! Is he older or younger than you?I’m the baby of the family :p but my mom still spoils both of us over the holidays. Book was good! Def reccomend if you want something scary to read :3 I’m glad I have your number now, this is much easier.

This is how it gets easier for Dan. While he still feels the pit of anxiety when talking to a boy it’s getting easier for him to talk to Phil because he makes it easy. Dan finds himself getting a bit giddy every new message that Phil sends him.

hey there soz for late reply had to get some work stuff done. yeah his name is adrian. he’s younger than me and definitely gets spoiled more than me but it’s okay :p lol my parents throw in a couple socks at christmas to make up for it (the best gift ik) hmmm i’ll read it if YOU give it to me yeah? (; that sounded a lot more flirter than i intended for it to be i’m sorry. i think it’s just the winky face that makes it way more inappropriate.

Dan puts his phone down and looks in his fridge for what he can cook for dinner but he already knows that he’ll end up ordering a pizza and catching up on his subscription feed. He knows that he should go out and explore the city more but staying inside and eating pizza and possibly texting Phil most of the night is winning. There’s a feeling that he gets when he remembers that he’s actually talking to someone -- and he knows that this all wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t gotten so stupidly drunk a couple weeks ago but he’s thankful for it.

iv.

Phil asks him out on a date a couple of days later. Dan is out to dinner with friends when he asks. He tries to maintain his composure in the restaurant but inevitably excuses himself to the restroom where he locks himself in the bathroom stall and reads the message over again. And again. And again. And again. It didn’t feel real the more times he looks over the text.

Hey I know that we were just talking about movies but I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go to coffee or dinner or something? Because I really like talking to you and I think we have good conversation and it’d be nice to see you in person? (: If not, it’s cool!

Dan doesn’t care to wait to reply.

i can’t believe this is how you’re asking me out on a date by trying to play it cool, phil. of course i’d love to get ‘coffee or dinner or something’ with you. i’ve been meaning to ask you but you beat me to this first.

Dan is smitten.

The first time they meet Dan is a ball of nerves. It’s at a restaurant that Phil suggested that he likes to eat at a lot in Chinatown. It’s a small hole in the wall, so when Dan and Phil hug its in front of a lot of people and Dan blushes and Phil looks at him intently. They talk about their journey to get to Chinatown. Dan is still getting used to the London transportation and had gotten off the wrong station and had to get back on the tube for a few more stops. Phil has been here for a while now and knows it by heart. He says that Dan will get used to it.

They’re sat in the back of the restaurant but with how close the tables are Dan and Phil are sort of scrunched together.

“I know it’s really cramped in here but the singapore dish is just so good,”

Dan’s voice shakes a little as their date progresses, and he stumbles on his words a lot and he’s trying his best to articulate but Phil stares at him like there’s not another soul in this tiny restaurant. Dan finds himself rambling a lot more than normal. He just has so much to say to someone who will listen to him.

“I’ll say you’re a lot more… chipper? In real life,” Phil laughs a little, stirring the soup and taking another bite.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s easy for him to be on camera, to have that to talk to, but in real life when Dan isn’t comfortable he’s silent, but with Phil it felt easy- effortless, and he’s only known him online but that’s been a lot of relationships with Dan; whether it was friendship or romance, when he’s online he can be more himself and he doesn’t have to worry about what he looks like or what he sounds like or any of the insecurity he harbours but it’s just easier. He has an online persona and sometimes he had to remind himself that he was a real person with feelings and he didn’t owe anyone anything and he was trying to let that part that he was still holding onto go. “I think because I work mainly online it kind of… bleeds into everything and it’s just a delicate balance,” Dan pays for dinner but Phil pays for coffee. There had been a silent agreement that they didn’t want the date to end. So they get coffee and find themselves just walking and talking. Dan is still relishing the fact that Phil remembered that Dan liked Caramel Machiatto’s (with extra caramel).

They talked a lot about what they normally text about -- other than the comment Phil had made, Dan is more lively now that he’s gotten a little bit used to the fact that Phil actually wanted to be here on the date with him. It was hard for him to comprehend that someone might actually like him.

“Why did you join Tinder? Now that I’ve gotten to know you it doesn’t seem… very you?” Phil takes a sip of his drink and Dan laughs a little.

“I know,” he feels the anxiety come back a little. “I’m going to be honest with you,”

When he looks back at Phil he’s listening, with a content smile.

“When I made my Tinder account I was kind of doing it to be ironic? Keep in mind that I was very drunk doing it, and I didn’t even know that we swiped each other until the morning after. And out of all the messages I recieved after all the random swiping I did- I don’t know- I just found myself interested in yours? Since it wasn’t some dumb pickup line and… you’re just easy to talk to,”

After a second Phil just smiles and laughs.

“After that story, I have something to give you,” Phil had brought his backpack with him which wasn’t unusual but Dan was surprised to see it. He had given him Doctor Sleep, and Dan had taken it and smiled.

“You said you’d read it if I gave it to you. I figured if I gave it to you after our first date it would guarantee me a second date,”

Dan is overwhelmed. He shakes his head. “I bet you think you’re smooth,” Dan smirks at him now and then gets closer and gives Phil a hug. It caught Phil off guard but he found himself wrapping his arms around him and it was warm.

vi.

Like many things in life, it takes time. At least that’s what Dan was telling himself as he slowly got to know Phil. After that night of their first date Dan kept running his hands over the book because it was his book, that he brought from home to give to Dan because he was thinking of a second date. He couldn’t begin to explain -- and probably didn’t really want to explain out of embarrassment- the many times he thought of that particular moment.

It had reminded him of a lot of school. There had been a lot of moments where Dan had questioned himself and his sexuality, (and it didn’t help that he went to an all boys school), when a boy that sat in front of him and bent over to pick his fallen pencil and give it back to him with a sweet smile. Dan would try and not stare too much at him but he got lost in other people’s eyes and was dying to make a connection- any connection. It was a lot of guessing of what was real or not, being at an all boy’s school, because he knew that there must have been other boys at his school wondering the same thing.

“The bullies were the worst,” Dan says over a Caramel Machiatto, with extra caramel, they’re sitting on Dan’s couch, Dan has his back against the armrest, his feet spread a little in front of him on his side of the couch while Phil is on the other side. They had made pasta at Dan’s house tonight.

“I remember they used to throw rocks at me for being a little different. If it wasn’t my hair or my voice it was something stupid, like the colour of my belt,” He taps his fingers against his to go cup, and he looks up at Phil who’s doing a lot of listening. He’s wearing his glasses since a lot of today he had been cooped up in an office editing videos for one of his many bosses, and Dan can’t stop thinking of how cute he looks, but he’s trying not to get too distracted.

(Turns out it wasn’t that weird for Phil to find out that Dan was a youtuber. They both were sort of in the same career- Phil made a lot of short films and not that much dialogue, but he mostly edited for other people.)

“That’s a very... strange thing of them to point out,” Phil tries to make a joke about manliness to help ease some of Dan's tension, he ends up placing a hand on Dan’s knee, a gentle squeeze and he lets go.

It was a good point. Dan had always wondered if at least one of his bullies had ever had a crush on Dan since they seemed to call him a lot of name, and he didn’t understand any of it -- Dan was just the guy that listened to a lot of Radiohead and My Chemical Romance and appreciated to read some crappy philosophy book because he saw his dad reading it.

Dan smiled at Phil, there was a silence that often fell over them, it wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact, sometimes they would just sit in the room together and be quiet, and read or go on the internet. They hadn’t kissed yet because Dan was nervous- and each time he tried to go in for a kiss it was like Phil knew that he wasn’t ready, and they wouldn’t say anything, they’d just wrap their arms around the other. The hugs lasted a long time and Dan had never felt more safe.

Dan puts his cup of coffee down on the coffee table and looks at Phil again. It was a new feeling, it felt warm, and gooey- the best way Dan could prescribe it was like when he was a kid going on a roller coaster for the very first time, you anticipate getting up to the top, and you know that any second now the ride will drop and when it does it takes your breath away and you can’t help but want to either yell or laugh, and maybe you did a little bit of both, but there’s a moment of pure ecstasy when you’re going down and it’s a feeling he was afraid that he’d never get back again.

“Can I?” Dan says, getting a little closer to Phil.

In response, Phil nods his head with a smile that’s encouraging.

Dan felt that feeling he felt that first time he ever kissed a boy; he was a bundle of nerves leaning in. When their lips touched it felt soft and quick. Before Dan could think of going in for another kiss Phil had beat him to it, and this time he had made it long and sweet. Dan was trying to think of adjectives that could describe what he felt, but he was all feelings and less logical, and he blanked out when Phil sucked on his bottom lip and pulled away. He felt dizzy, but in a good way. If Dan could spend the rest of his life in such close proximity of Phil, in this moment and small bubble- he would.

vii.

Dan stores every piece of information that Phil gives him about his life, there are areas that they haven’t talked about yet, and it’s not that they were off limits, it’s just that it was hard. Dan didn’t open up to people very much but Phil was a mystery. He wanted to know everything that Phil would give him. Above all though- Dan wanted Phil to be his boyfriend.

The conversation about it didn’t go as planned but that was okay with Dan.

Dan and Phil are making another meal together and they were waiting for the pizza in the oven. Dan was against one side of the kitchen while Phil was on the other, they had been talking about previous bad dates and some were funny, others were sort of sad, both had been stood up once or twice and while it normally didn’t really bother Dan not knowing Phil’s sort of- origin story of his sexuality, he still wanted to know. He knew not to be scared to ask but when talking about someone else’s sexuality it was personal, and Dan understood that.

“How did you know that you liked boys?” Dan can feel his heart rate increase and he gripped the counter for extra support.

Phil kind of laughs a little, “Uh, well. I remember seeing this guy walk past me in a shopping centre, and I was like, ‘Hey, he’s hot,’ and then, ‘Huh Phil? Oh. Wait.’ and you know -- that was that. What about you?”

Dan could see his retell happening, it made him smile.

“I didn’t. And then you know, I met a guy… and we were something -- and then we were nothing.”

“Me too."

When their pizza finished they were quiet, but sitting at the table they had began to ask the other questions about the guys that had once stolen their heart. Dan tells Phil about his first kiss with a boy and how similar but different it felt. He tells him about Erin, and how everyone had sworn that the two of them would have gotten married, but he didn’t love her like that anymore. While he still felt love for her -- it wasn’t the same, and it was a confusing and painful time in his life. His first official crush on a boy had been after that and they weren’t really anything- they messed around a lot but eventually the other boy had moved and inevitably moved on and Dan started youtube.

Dan does learn about a boy named Charlie. Sometimes Phil stopped eating to look at it for a second too long and Dan knew that it had been something real for Phil and important. He won’t say anything, but he’ll think that he’d do anything to make Phil smile, and try and make up for that loss and hurt. There were holes in Dan and Phil that were meant to be there because of the people that had edged their way into their hearts, and they’d stay there, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anymore room to love.

When Phil’s eating his last slice of pizza Dan smiles at him. “Want to be my boyfriend?”

“Hm. I think so.”

And that was the beginning of everything.

viii.

They delete the app together, and hold hands on the sofa, and they make out on Dan’s bed, and subtweet sweet things to each other while they’re laying next to each other. Dan steals a lot of Phil’s shirts and Phil buys Dan a nightlight because he knows that he sometimes is scared of the dark.

Dan’s insecurities flare up sometimes, and he’ll lay on his side and whisper, “Why do you even like me?”

Because everyone else is boring and you're different.

And sometimes that’s enough.

Dan is learning that loving this boy is a work in progress, and it’s new, and different, and familiar all at the same time. If Dan were to rate the love that he felt on a scale of one to ten he’d say that Phil was his ten.

And when he does plan on telling him he loves him, he’ll tell him that he’s his ten. Someday. Soon.

#phanfiction #phanfic #phan #phan fluff #phan romance #phan au #again i need to stop posting so late #eeee this is my new bab

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velarisstars · 8 years ago

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What We Want

Summary: Dan and Phil have a date night, which eventually leads to them realizing what they both want for their future together.

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago, and just now realized I only posted it to ao3 and not here. So if there’s more fics than usual lately, it’s just me taking them from my ao3 and placing them here! :)

Word Count: 3,795

Warnings: None

Phil stared at Dan from across the table, well aware of the smirk that rested on his lips as Dan glared back, pursing his lips to pout. Phil chuckled, cutting into his thick steak and taking a nice bite of it. He chewed the tender meat, swallowing it before saying, “Quit pouting and eat your meal.”

Dan looked down at his own steak, still untouched and sizzling on the hot ceramic. “I told you not to take me anywhere expensive and fancy.”

“Well obviously you weren’t against it too much since you went ahead and dressed up in your nice suit when I told you to earlier.” Phil laughed as he looked down, taking another bite of his meal. “Besides, it’s not that big of a deal. We’ve come here before. And last I recall, you enjoyed it very much.”

“That’s because it was our first date as a couple, Phil. This isn’t anything special.” Dan gripped his fork and knife tightly, his knuckles whitening. He didn’t like when Phil took him out to extravagant places where the music overhead was classical piano and everyone was dressed in suits and sparkly attire. The atmosphere wasn’t for him. His ears were filled with the soft murmurs of people from nearby tables, and the sound of silverware scraping against each other.

Phil set down his fork and knife, dabbing his mouth with the napkin he had rested on his lap. “Dan, please. If I didn’t want to take you out for a fancy meal, then I wouldn’t. I thought we might change it up for once, you know? Instead of pizza or chinese take away, I thought we could clean up and go out. Not only that, but it’s been far too long since I’ve seen you in a suit.” To prove his point, he raked his eyes up and down, drinking in Dan’s form. The suit was a great fit, wrapping around his biceps quite nicely. A lot of people didn’t think so, but Dan had nice arms. His muscles and veins showed every now and then, but only when he was using them. Like he was now, gripping his silverware so tightly.

A blush creeped up Dan’s neck, and he felt his face heat up. He looked down at his untouched meal, his chest filling with a familiar warmth. “Fine,” he mumbled, finally cutting into his steak and taking a bite. At the first taste of it, Dan’s stomach growled and his mouth watered more than it should have. It was so good and juicy, cooked just the way he liked it. He really shouldn’t have waited to eat it for so long.

Phil chuckled, continuing to eat his own meal and taking sips of the red wine he had ordered. Typically Phil was more of a fruity cocktail kind of guy, but every now and then he liked to be fancy. Today was definitely one of those days.

It didn’t take long for the both of them to finish their meal and get the check before stepping out into the cool London air, listening to the traffic whiz by.

“Should I call a cab or do you want to walk?” Phil asked, reaching for his phone in his pocket.

Dan wasn’t a fan of exercising, but just this once … “Let’s walk.”

Phil raised both of his brows, clearly surprised at Dan’s answer. “Alright then.” He pocketed his phone, taking a step beside Dan and heading down the way. It wasn’t late by any means, so the city was still whirring with life as they strolled down the pavement, looking into shops and watching people. Phil could see his breath in front of him with every exhale, and he was still surprised Dan hadn’t caved yet and asked him to call a cab home. Even if they had only been walking for roughly ten minutes.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Dan asked, keeping his hands shoved in his suit pockets.

“Well, I didn’t plan for a stroll,” Phil chuckled. “We can do whatever you want. I got the dinner, so you can plan the after.”

Dan glanced at him, raising a brow. “Is sex an option?”

Phil snorted. “If that’s what you want, then sure. But from what I’ve experienced, the best sex is the kind that’s unplanned.”

Rolling his eyes, Dan gave Phil a small shove. “Or maybe it’s just great because of you.”

“Likewise.” Phil smiled wolfishly, causing Dan to laugh. “Anyways, I say we head home, put on some PJ’s, and have dessert. Or hot chocolate by our fireplace. It’s rather cold out here.” He shivered, proving his point further.

“Do you want my jacket?” Dan said, beginning to shrug it off.

“No! Keep it on!” Phil laughed, shoving Dan’s arms away. “We’ll be home soon anyways, and I rather you not get sick.”

Dan frowned. “I don’t think a little chilly weather will put me down.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for the next time you contract the flu,” Phil said, remembering the last time Dan said those exact words, only to get sick a few short days later. He was sick for about a week and a half before he got better, and ever since, he’s worn a little more layers when going outside in the winter.

“It was one time, okay? Don’t let one fluke get to you.”

“I think you mean FLU-ke,” Phil said, emphasizing the “flu.”

Dan stopped short, pressing his lips together and squinting his eyes. “Phil, that was terrible. The puns stop right now.”

Phil laughed, biting the tip of his tongue. “That was one of my better ones, admit it.”

“Never.”

The two of them laughed as they continued walking, finally turning onto the street where their flat resides. When they walked down their street, there was a shrill scream of delight coming from one of the houses nearby. Both of their heads snapped in the direction of the noise, only to see that it was a little girl being chased around the front lawn. She wore a bright pink jacket and a hat with one of the fuzzy balls on top, it jiggling as she trotted across the crunchy grass. She squealed again when he dad caught up to her, lifting her in the air and roaring playfully.

Dan and Phil both stood on the other side of the road, watching with small smiles on their faces as they little girl played with her dad. Shortly after, a large dog ran around the corner, its tail wagging, as the girl ran up to it and gave it a big hug. A woman appeared next, causing the little girl to squeal, “Mummy!” She ran into her mum’s arms, being picked up and kissed in the process. It was a picture perfect family. A husband and wife, their child and a dog.

Phil swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to ignore the aching feeling in his chest as he watched the family hug as a group. He never told Dan this, but he longed for a family. He had been for quite sometime, but it was such a big topic to discuss, and he wasn’t quite ready to bring it up to Dan. Mostly because Dan never seemed interested in it in the first place, and he didn’t want to cause problems where it wasn’t needed. But he was coming up on thirty years old now, and he hadn’t started a family yet. The closest thing he had to caring for were his houseplants and Dan when he got sick. Phil felt like his time to start a family was running out. Though his mum always told him there was never a right or wrong time to start a family. That you just simply started it when you were ready for it.

He glanced over at Dan, looking for some sort of reaction out of him, but all he saw was a passive face. He stared at the family, but gave no indication on the outside that he felt anything. Dan was good at that. Masking his emotions. But he would talk about them if asked, that much Phil knew. Dan had no problem opening up to people-when he wanted to, that is.

Dan looked back at Phil, offering a quick smile before walking again, and Phil reluctantly followed. He still heard the cheerful squeals of the girl as she was loved by her family, and for just one, quick second, Phil wished he had a daughter who he could make squeal with delight.

***

At home, Phil was quick to rush off to his room and change out of his suit. He tried his best to not think about the little girl or her family, but the thoughts just kept coming. He would do that sometimes. Just think about what it would be like to have a family. He always pictured having two kids-a boy and a girl-with the love of his life. He also saw a house in the country, crammed with dozens of houseplants that his spouse disapproved of. He smiled just thinking about it, and his train of thought was quickly broken when Dan called his name from the other room.

With a sigh, Phil left his suit in a pile on the bed, trekking out to the lounge to see what Dan wanted. He adjusted the glasses on his face, realizing he left his contacts case in his room, but decided he would get it later and take it back to the bathroom where it belonged. If it stayed in his room, it was sure to get lost in the trinkets that were placed about the space.

In the lounge, Dan was still dressed in his suit, but his collar wasn’t tucked in and his tie was way too loose around his neck. His hair was disheveled, almost as if he had run his hands through it multiple times.

“What’s up?” Phil asked, slightly worried about his friend. He looked so frazzled. What could have caused him to get distressed in such little time?

Dan looked at him, parting his lips slightly to say something, but the words didn’t come. At least, not the words he wanted to say. “Our date night isn’t finished. I want you to dance with me.” Dan took a step forward, grabbing Phil’s hand and yanking him close.

“As much as I love being this close to you,” Phil began with a smile, “I’m afraid there’s no music playing. Or a rhythm to go along with. I also don’t know much about dancing.”

“Good thing I do.” Dan smirked.

Phil rolled his eyes. “I hardly think two lessons at a dance class your mum forced you to go to when you were eight years old, counts as you knowing something about dancing.”

“Dancing is dancing, Phil. And now, for the music.” Dan pressed a button on his phone, letting the music flow through the speakers.

Phil listened to the tune for a moment, trying to figure out what it was. “Is this … Jon Bellion?”

“It is,” Dan said, keeping Phil close as he spun them in a slow circle.

“What’s it called?”

“To my future wife,” Dan replied. “Though, I guess in my case, and most likely yours, it should be ‘to my future husband.’”

At that moment, Phil swore his heart stopped beating. The song kept playing, and Dan kept spinning, but Phil wasn’t really paying attention. “What are you trying to say?”

Dan let his eyes trail down to meet Phil’s, and he only smiled at him. “I hope I’m not just some hookup to you,” he said teasingly. “I was planning on sticking around for a very, very long time.”

“Me too,” Phil choked out. They’ve known each other for almost a whole decade, and have been dating for at least three years. Most people questioned why they never took things further, and Phil honestly didn’t know. He supposed he was content with the way things were now. Just him and Dan, doing whatever they wanted without labels. Phil knew Dan didn’t like labels. They stuck for a while, but eventually they wear and tear and fall, leaving something unknown. And Phil didn’t want them to be unknown. He wanted them to be forever. And with a label, it didn’t make it all the more real and last forever. It only made them temporary. “What’s making you say this?” Phil asked suddenly, his voice muffled from pressing his face into Dan’s shoulder as they spun around the living room slowly, still listening to the same song.

“Honestly? That family across the road. Did you see how happy they were, Phil? I want to be that happy. You make me happy, but I know if we had more, we could be happier.”

So this was really happening then? Dan was ready to have the conversation Phil had wanted to bring up for so many years, but didn’t have the courage to do. His heart fluttered oddly, and his whole body heated up with nerves. “Dan, there’s something I’ve been wanting to talk about for a long time, but never had the courage to tell you.”

Dan pushed Phil away slowly, lowering the volume on his phone. The song still played faintly as Dan said, “Phil, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? I don’t want you to be scared. Not when it comes to us.”

“I know. I just … I didn’t know how it would make you feel, and I didn’t want things to get weird between us. But I think now is the right time to talk about it if we’re talking …” Marriage was the word he refrained from saying.

But Dan only nodded once, understanding what Phil meant. “Tell me.”

Phil swallowed thickly, feeling his palms grow sweaty at his clung onto Dan. “I want a family,” he blurted.

Dan stared at him blankly, much like he had at the family an hour ago. Phil was worried that Dan was wrong, that he couldn’t just be told anything without some sort of unwanted feelings in there. But Dan opened his mouth and licked his lips as he said, “Me too.”

They stopped spinning then, the song coming to an end. The lounge was now quiet, the only sound being their breaths and heavy heartbeats. “Really?” Phil whispered, not quite believing what he just heard.

“Really.” A smile grew on Dan’s face, and he leaned forward, kissing Phil gently on the nose. “There’s nothing more that I want but a family with you, Phil. Sometimes I lay awake at night, thinking about how great of a dad you would be. I picture you drawing funny looking animals in crayons with our kids, telling them how your favorite animal is a lion.”

“Because it is.”

“Staying with the branding, I see,” Dan said, chuckling.

“No! Lions are my favorite. Always will be.”

Dan clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You may lie to your fans and our children, but you can’t lie to me. I know you like red pandas the most now. I will always know the truth behind AmazingPhil.”

“You see right through me,” Phil said, laughing at Dan suddenly spun them around once more. There was a new song playing, one that Phil wasn’t sure the name of. But it was soft and it was catchy, and it fit the mood just right. “But getting back on topic, I remember you were the one who said he would be the best parent ever to your three children.”

Dan scoffed. “Always remembering the details,” he muttered.

Phil laughed. “I have to. For reasons such as this one.”

“Whatever. My statement was probably wrong, though.”

Phil frowned. “No, Dan. You would be the best parent ever. I have no doubt.”

Dan twisted his face, making a noise along with it. “Eh, I don’t know about that. If it were you and I who were parents to the same children, I bet you would overtake my statement.”

Phil slapped Dan playfully, pursing his lips. “Nonsense. We would both be the greatest parents to have ever existed.”

“There’s a statement I can agree to,” Dan said, stopping their dancing and heading over to the fireplace. “I’m going to grab some more wine. Would you like some?”

“Sure,” Phil said. He sure needed it. His hammering heart and sweaty hands were making him even more nervous, and anything he could do to calm the nerves about his and Dan’s marriage and parent talk, he would take it.

As he waited for Dan to return with two glasses of wine, he sat down on the small rug in front of the fireplace, watching the orange flames dance along the logs. He thought about the time Dan almost set fire to the fake plushie they kept in it, and laughed to himself. That really would have been a disaster.

It didn’t take Dan long to come back to the lounge, two wine glasses in hand. He gave one to Phil, sitting down on the floor next to him and taking a sip. “Remember when I almost set fire to that?” Dan asked, nodding at the fire plushie that now sat beside the fireplace.

Phil laughed. “Yes, I was just thinking about that.”

“That’s a good story for our kids,” Dan said.

Phil didn’t miss the use of “our” in Dan’s sentence, and it made his stomach flip. In a good way, of course. “Yeah, it would be,” he replied absentmindedly, just thinking about Dan reciting the story to their children. He imagined him telling it dramatically, making it sound more epic than it really was. But that how you told stories to kids. You exaggerate them to keep the kids entertained. But knowing Dan, he would probably tell them how the whole place almost caught fire, but he put it out quickly, living true to his YouTube name.

“What other stories do you think our kids would like?” Dan wondered aloud.

At that, Phil laughed. “There’s a lot of good stories to tell, Dan. But I think how we fell in love is the best one of all.”

“Talk about cliche,” Dan teased, setting his wine glass down. “I hardly think realizing we were in love on a tour bus in America, is a great love story to share.”

“Maybe not,” Phil agreed. “But the road to discovering that we did is a good one.”

“Like me stalking you on the internet and you befriending me for some reason?”

“More or less,” Phil chuckled, bumping shoulders with Dan. “Though, I don’t want our kids having those bad habits, so maybe we should leave that part out and tell them about our journey from 2012 and up. That’s when we started getting closer.”

Dan hummed an agreement. “I think the tour is the best part of that. Or even as we wrote our book.”

“Those were good times,” Phil said, taking another sip of wine. “I’d do it all again.”

“Maybe we can do something similar,” Dan said, looking away from the fire and at Phil. “Just this time, maybe we take our kids around the world.”

“You think so?”

Dan nodded. “Of course. Everyone deserves to see the world they live in. Experience more cultures and know that everyone lives just a little differently than you. As fun as it was for us to go on tour and meet millions of people, it was also a very good learning experience. And from what I know, the fun kind of learning is the best kind of learning. And that’s what I want for our kids. For them to be happy and learn in a way that doesn’t make them hate life. Kind of like me when I was in law school.”

Phil nudged Dan with his elbow, saying, “Hey, you had me to help you out. You don’t hate life now, do you?”

“Of course not,” Dan snorted. “I’ve never been happier. Ever since you asked me to move in with you, and we got our own radio show on the BBC, I’ve never felt better. You came into my life and made it something I’ve never dreamed of.”

Phil smiled, feeling the warmth rush back through him. He gazed at Dan, looking at the soft dimples on his cheeks when he smiled slightly, noting the way his hair was still a bit wild from running his fingers through it. It wasn’t the first time realized this, and it would never be the last, but he knew that he loved Dan Howell. He was his world and his home, and he would never have it any other way.

He grabbed Dan by the tie, yanking him close and kissing him hard on the lips. Dan leaned back, letting Phil rest on top of him as they kissed. Dan bumped his phone, the volume turning up to reveal that it was yet another Jon Bellion song, only this one being Guillotine. Phil briefly wondered if Dan had some sort of musical taste for Jon Bellion, but didn’t care enough to ask him right now.

Dan pulled away, sucking in all the air he had lost from Phil’s sudden kiss. “Wow, that was … something,” he breathed.

“Dan, I love you,” Phil said, staring into the brown eyes he had been used to staring at everyday. His favorite time to look at them were in the mornings and just before bed, when they looked sleepy and glossed over, letting the brown shine brightly.

A small smile spread across Dan’s lips as he said, “I love you too, Phil.”

“What do you say we get started on that family soon?”

“Can 'soon’ be tomorrow? I’m tired of waiting,” Dan admitted.

“I think I can agree to that,” Phil said, smiling as he kissed Dan once again. This was something that had been years in the making, and Phil was finally done waiting for it. He wanted a family, and he wanted it now. And if Dan was so eager about it, then he would start getting on that as soon as he could. But first … “I want us to get married. Go away for a while and then come back and start it. How does that sound?”

“As long as I’m doing this with you, I don’t care, Phil. I know that you love me,” Dan said, his last sentence matching up with the song that still played through the speakers on his phone.

“I would sure hope so,” Phil said. They both laughed, letting their lips connect once more. “Just one last thing.”

Dan pulled away, his brows knitted downwards in concern. “What?”

Phil smiled wickedly at Dan. “What’s our family’s last name?”

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