#asia x oliver

[elejahfanfic]

Asia x Oliver_

[najia-cooks]

[ID: Two triangles of baklava garnished with ground pistachio and whole cloves, with a silver Moroccan tea set in the background. End ID]

μπακλαβάς / Baklava

Baklava is a layered pastry consisting of a filling of chopped nuts piled between thin sheets of dough and sweetened with syrup. It is of contested and potentially ancient origin, with similar pastries attested in modern-day Turkey, Greece, and Assyria. Today, many regional variations of the pastry exist throughout North Africa and West and Central Asia.

This Greek-style recipe layers a spiced walnut filling between sheets of homemade filo dough, then soaks them in a sugar-honey syrup flavored with cinnamon, clove, and lemon. The resulting pastry is flaky, flavorful, and über-sweet.

Recipe under the cut!

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Ingredients:

For the dough:

4 2/3 cup (560g) bread flour

1/2 cup + 1 Tbsp (133mL) olive oil

1 Tbsp + 2 tsp red wine vinegar

About 1 - 1 1/3 cup (240 - 320g) lukewarm water

3/4 cup (165g) butter or non-dairy margarine, melted, for brushing

For the filling:

400g walnuts (or hazelnuts, shelled pistachios, and/or blanched almonds)

1/4 cup (35g) breadcrumbs

1 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon (1/2 cassia cinnamon stick)

1 1/2 tsp ground cloves (18 / 1.5g whole cloves)

Greek baklava most commonly uses walnuts, though pistachios are also used. You may experiment with nuts of your choice.

The breadcrumbs help to soak up the syrup evenly and prevent sogginess.

For the syrup:

2 1/2 cups (500g) vegetarian granulated sugar

1 1/2 cups (355mL) water

1/4 cup (80g) agave nectar or honey

1 tsp orange blossom water (optional)

Peel of one lemon

1 cassia cinnamon stick

3 whole cloves

Instructions:

For the dough:

1. Combine flour and salt in a large mixing bowl. Add the vinegar and olive oil and mix to combine.

2. Gradually add a scant cup of water and continue to mix until the dough just comes together. Continue to knead, by hand or with a stand mixer and dough hook attachment, until the dough becomes smooth and elastic, about five minutes. If the dough does not come together, add additional water 1 tsp at a time. The dough should not be sticky.

3. Divide the dough into small balls of about 40g each (for a 13" x 9" pan). You may decide to make the dough balls slightly larger if you’re a beginner at working with thin dough.

4. Coat each dough ball with some olive oil and cover. Allow to rest for at least an hour, to allow gluten to form and facilitate rolling out later.

For the syrup:

1. Scrub a lemon thoroughly and remove the outer layer of peel with a knife or vegetable peeler. Heat sugar, water, lemon peel, cinnamon, and cloves in a large pot over medium heat until simmering. Stir to dissolve sugar and continue to simmer for about 5 minutes.

2. Remove from heat and stir in honey and orange blossom water. Allow to cool to room temperature, then refrigerate.

For the filling:

1. Blanch almonds by boiling them for about a minute, draining, and pinching gently to remove their skins. Shell pistachios. Chop nuts, or use a food processor, to achieve a coarse grind (you don't want a powder!).

2. Toast and grind whole spices, if using. Combine nuts with breadcrumbs and spices in a mixing bowl and set aside.

To assemble:

Baklava is made by interspersing thin sheets of dough with butter and nut filling to create flaky layers. Several sheets of dough will be needed at the top and bottom to prevent the weight of the nuts from causing the pastry to collapse. Some cooks add all of the nut filling between two groups of filo dough, while others intersperse the nuts throughout.

1. Melt margarine in a small saucepan or in the microwave. Using a pastry brush, coat the bottom and sides of a 9 x 13" baking dish in margarine.

2. On a lightly oiled surface, roll out one ball of dough into a rectangle a little larger than the bottom of your baking dish (it will relax as it transferred). Place the sheet in the bottom of the dish, gently stretching it into the corners. Don't worry too much about small holes—there will be many layers!

3. Gently drizzle and brush melted margarine over the sheet of dough.

4. Repeat this process 4 more times, for a total of 5 sheets interspersed with margarine. I placed each sheet on top of the previous one on the counter and waited to transfer them to the pan until I had rolled out all four. You may need to re-oil your working surface as you go.

5. Add just enough nut filling mixture to form a thin layer.

6. Roll out another two sheets of dough and brush them with margarine as before. Add another layer of nuts. Repeat until the nut mixture is gone, making sure to reserve at least five balls of dough for the top.

7. Roll out and place the remaining balls of dough and brush them with margarine as before.

8. Refrigerate for 10-15 minutes to make the baklava easier to cut. Using a sharp knife, cut the baklava into diamonds by cutting in lines diagonally in one direction, and then diagonally in another direction to form points at an acute angle; or, form triangles by cutting lengthwise and then widthwise to form squares, and then diagonally to cut those squares in half. Stick a whole clove in the center of each piece of baklava, if you like.

9. Bake at 300 °F (150 °C) for an hour to an hour and a half, until the top of the pastry is golden brown.

10. Remove from the oven and allow to cool for about 10 minutes. Pour the cooled syrup evenly over the surface of the baklava. Don't add the syrup warm, or it may make the baklava soggy!

11. Allow the syrup to absorb for several hours, or overnight.

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

Till's obsession with Mizi makes me so... Imagine being so broken down at such an early age that you latch onto the first person who ever took the time to show you any semblance of kindness and altruism. Every time she looks at you, every time her lips curl up into that pure, peaceful smile you wish you could replicate without straining. Everything she says and does, everything she gives you. To most it's just an inch, but to you it's enough miles to run away from this place. To most it's just a white recorder, but to you?

(x) "Thanks again for the recorder you gave me when we were little. It's my one and only treasure."

(x) It's an olive branch. A sign that somehow, despite the concept seeming so foreign and far away, you are deserving of love. You're deserving of feeling the touch of an angel, rather than the nails of the demons that dig into your head, or the weight of your leash, or the prick of a needle. You deserve to be given things you like. You deserve to be treated with kindness. She is the embodiment of that kindness, but she's more than that. She's the embodiment of all things pure. Unlike you... Dirty. Contaminated. Beastly. She is clean and beautiful, without scratch or bruise. Even within this pitch-dark cage, she bloomed with bright color. Just like a clematis. A light at the end of the tunnel, a star that shines in a black sky. Guidance. A thread of hope to follow. To grasp onto.

(x) From Europe to Asia, the Clematis flower symbolises “a traveller’s joy”. It is believed this is derived from the fact that an individual wandering down a rural road in the height of summer won’t be able to miss the embellishment of large blooms along their journey.

Till The End

[amnhnyc]

Behold, the Pink-necked Green-pigeon (Treron vernans)! This colorful bird can be found throughout southeast Asia, including parts of Thailand and Vietnam. It lives in forest habitats, where it hangs out in small flocks in the treetops, foraging mainly for fruit. Distinguishing a male from a female isn’t too difficult: females lack the pink neck and are mostly an olive-green color. Photo: e. Wander, CC BY-NC-ND 2.0, flickr #AnimalFacts #pigeon #PinkNeckedGreenPigeon #ornithology #birds #dyk https://www.instagram.com/p/CkeynEpLL-X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[athenaluciscaelum]

//Minor do not interact//

Pairing: DMC5 Dante x Fem!Reader

Rated: Mature

Words: 3758 word

Warning: mature, patriarchy, misogyny, purity culture, abusive parents, slut shaming, racism, oral

Disclaimer:

This is specially for my all South Asian girl, a little representation, this fiction is what motivated me to start the blog. So I hope everybody enjoys it. I know a similar South Asian tradition can have different variations but I am writing from one we follow, and my own experiences. I do not condone purity culture or parents abusing their children, but sadly it's common, and very true representation. Even within South Asia, women have different degrees of independence or co-independence. The amount of abuse or none they face within household or within patriarchal setup is varying. After all, even gender within is intersectionality itself. This writing stems from my own personal experience and is by no means a representation of the whole of South Asia, but the majority. Me and @altissia-09 brain stormed this idea.

Feel free to leave comments.

LET'S ROCK!

Traditions

You were sitting on the couch near the frosted window of Devil May Cry looking out, not much to see. It was a sunny day, the streets were isolated. It was the start of fall. You could feel a little chill air, but it was pleasant. You always like fall and winter. Your eyes fell on a letter in your hand and following up to your ring finger, a platinum ring with a red ruby stone set in between, a perfect wedding ring, just as you wanted. You thought about Dante, he was out on a mission, and you took a leave from your work today. He was supposed to be back to discuss the wedding. You trusted him and knew he would be back as soon as possible. After all, you were both so excited, you thought Dante would play cool and act like he couldn't care for details. But oh, you were so wrong. He wanted to be part of everything. It was his wedding as well, the only one he intended to do. So he could not miss a thing.

You two were not planning anything grand, it would be just the DMC crew-Nero, Kyrie, Lady, Trish, Nico, Vergil, Morrison, Patty and Enzo. From your side, no one in your family will accept a white man and someone not from the same faith as your family. They are not aware of the Devil yet, nor do they need to be. But anyway, here you are, you were disowned a long time ago when you told them upfront what a shit purity culture was, and you will date Dante because you love him. Marriage can be damned. They totally berated you for how shameless you were, abused you, and were about to raise their hand. But Dante had enough, he snapped. You held his hand tight to ease him. As soon as things got physical, before your mother's hand can land on your cheek, he held your mother's hand to stop her, his teeth gritted and clenched, "That's it. Enough. You don't deserve a daughter like her!" Your mother and family started to insult you like they always do, reminding you of every penny they spent on you and how selfish you were, taking everything and leaving as soon as you find a man.

They curse you that you will know the same pain they feel from your children. But you will not stop loving your children if they are not everything you want them to be. You sighed. You still remember when you were with Dante on your first date. It was early on and Dante was quite broke back then. You were no better in the last semester of your college doing a shitty paid internship. So you two pool in all the money, you both scavenged enough to go on a pizza date. Dante wasn't sure, but you said it's a date enough as long as he is there. You two can walk and talk till your heart's content. Pizza was a tasty addition. As you two were in Pizzeria enjoying Chicken Tikka Pizza, Dante was not sure what atrocity this was, but he tried as long as it had no olives. As you two were talking,your phone rang when you saw 'Maa' on caller ID, all color drained out of your face. You answer so scared and lied you to your mother that you were out with a friend. Dante was surprised you were young but a grown woman. So naturally, as a concerned and loving boyfriend, he asked about your family, at first it wasn't important to him, but now, he can't just sweep this under the carpet, first date be damned. You answered truthfully, you never liked lying anyway, you mentioned how your family treated you. You wanted to be clear about what he was getting himself into secret dates, no night stays, sex is off table for now, he can't call you anytime, and dates would be rare and away from the city. Dante didn't object, but he asked, "So your family do not love you?" You shook your head and answered sincerely, "They do. As long as I do everything they say. Little divergence and I will be unworthy of love, right?" Words hung heavy in the air. He just held your hand tight. The parental love Dante knew was acceptance, no matter what Dante or Vergil used to do, Eva always used to love them unconditionally, and he was sure, she would have even know. Dante didn't have much love in his life, but he was once loved dearly and knew what love is, especially parental ove. You were a perfect little girl back then for your family, but no more, you just dated, even if you were in your early twenties. Your family would not like it, you were never supposed to date. You were supposed to be 'pure' and get married to a guy they choose from the right family and faith, so the chain of your command can be given into his hands. You felt like a dog on a leash. But not anymore, you broke the rules, you were no longer a good girl, you were only you and Dante accepted it. And it only fueled your courage. So, after a few months of dating in secrecy and Dante climbing up to your window to sneak into your room at night, cuddling. While you tried your best to keep your voice down as he was balls deep in your sweet pussy. It was tough, but for him, sure.

After a few months, your family brought up the topic of marriage again, this time seriously. You sighed as they tried to show you pictures of more boys or men who were so pitiful that they couldn't find a woman themselves, or they had strings of flings and what not, but now they wanted a 'pure' girl to settle down. This was very common, and you knew how their pathetic mentality worked. You held your head in your hand as your mama was blabbering about tons of guys she found on a matrimonial site and talked to. She went on about how religious they were, how good they earned and whatever she found best for you. You sighed, "No!" Your mama frowned, "No? It's the right time, Y/N, you should get married as soon as possible and settle down. You aren't getting any younger." You can't take it anymore and went to your room. Your mama followed, "You will get married! You like it or not, young lady, and don't you dare to close the door!" You were in tears from anger, you could never speak in such situations, just cry, yet you spoke, "You can't make a decision for my life!" Your mama glared at you, she slapped you hard and squeezed your cheeks with bruising grip, she spoke hard, "Don't you dare to talk back! I made you! I will do whatever the fuck I want with you! Marry you off anybody I like, or kill you!" You held your knees close to your chest as you cried. You ha enough. You escaped from the window and went to Devil May Cry agency, it was 01:00A.M. Dante was surprised.

Dante held your shoulders, "What are you doing here? You know it's not safe, you were out at this time? You know, some Demon or human could have attacked you." He saw fingerprints and red marks left by how painfully your cheeks were held. His eyes darkened, you felt him lose control, his eyes demonic and his body morphed scaly for a second, he spoke in a cold voice, "Who did this...?" You looked down, "Maa...they want me to get married to guy they choose." Dante frowned, "No way in hell, I am letting you marry a loser." You held his hand, "Let's go...?" Dante frowned, "Right to give your mother, a piece of mind!" You shook your head, "No.... I am doing nothing wrong, I love you, I won't hide it anymore, we are going to face them." Dante chuckled, "Do I need to look presentable?" You smiled, "You are perfect."

You reached your home at 02:00AM. Your mama and papa were shocked as they saw you and Dante at the front door, holding hands. You said, "I love Dante, we have been dating and we have made love. I don't care if you accept it or not, but if you do, it is all I ask you."

Your mama saw you read, she was ready to physically assault you, but Dante pulled you behind him. He spoke disappointed, "Not so fast, lady, you don't get to hit my girlfriend." Your mama shouted, "Your girlfriend! She is my daughter! You tricked my little flower in your bed. You seduced her!" You were quick to cut your mother, you spoke as a matter of fact, "He did no such thing, Ma, I'm an adult, Dante loves, and I love him, and I gave myself to him out of my own free will." Your mama looked at you, she spoke condescending, "Shut up! Idiot! I never knew I raised a whore!" Dante shouted," "Enough!" You looked at your papa, and spoke softly, your voice broken, "Papa?" Your papa sighed, "I am so disappointed in you, I wish I had never had you. But.... let's go in and talk."

You were all seated on the couch facing each other. Your father goes through questions. He sighed, "So Mister Dante, how about you tell me about yourself." Dante was angry but stayed calm for you. He answered holding your hand, "I am Dante, I live on the east side of Capulet City, I run an agency called Devil May Cry, and let's say it's a.......pest control job." Your father nodded, "What faith do you follow?" Dante relaxed on his spot, "None, sir, I have no problem with whatever faith, Y/N choose to follow or practice. She is the kindest person I know." Your father was lost in thought and spoke after a while, "Will you convert?" You snapped, "Papa! Stop it!" Dante stood up, he was calm, "The answer is no. Your daughter helped me accept myself for who I am, so I have no intention of changing." You smiled, you were proud of him. Your mother spoke, "Y/N, can't you see, he is not serious! He is just using you as a toy who is young and innocent. As soon as he is bored, or you are knocked up, he will leave you! You know these people have no respect for relations or marriage. It's all fun and game to them" Dante sighed, "Seriously?" You were cringing so hard internally, "Seriously, maa, this is also racism, you know?"

Before your ma and papa could protest more, Dante took your hand to leave, your father spoke in a spiteful voice, "A step out of the threshold, and you are disowned, him or us?" You sighed, "Well, at least for him, I am enough. I will never be enough for you." You crossed that threshold knowing you would never come back, it was so nice to feel all the chains around you drop, though the pain of losing your parents was there, your freedom helped ease it. Your parents were shouting as you two left, "Just wait! He will leave you in no time!"

You fall asleep with the letter in your hand, the letter containing paper that the documents that you are legally disowned and will not get a single penny from them, like you cared. Dante comes back setting Rebellion and his dual pistol back in their place. He came to you and kissed your forehead, you smiled as you opened your heavy eyes, you spoke softly, "Dante?" Dante smiled, "Sorry, I am late, but don't worry, Trish and Lady are on the way. We will discuss everything. And you can go bridal shopping with girls. Patty will join you as well. Be prepared to be drained."

You just gave him a weak smile, he looked at the letter in your hand, he asked, "What's that?" You shrugged and lied, "More bills..." He shook his head, "Nope! Not in the mood for those. Today, I will spoil my girl! I will go get showered. And we can get started." You nodded and smiled.

After everyone was at the Devil May Cry agency,it was decided you will hold your wedding near the Lake in the forest, since it is a private affair, Vergil will be your officiator, Nero will be Dante's best man, Trish, Patty and Lady will be your bride's maid with one of your close friends, Natasha being your maid of honor. You asked Morrison to walk you down the aisle. He got emotional and agreed. Kyrie was more than happy to take care of everything in Devil May Cry when you two arrived as a married couple. Dante called Lucia, but she didn't answer. You were aware of her feelings for Dante, you thought it was best not to press her. Matier was happy, she sent her blessings and regards. Matier laughed on the call, "So this was your reason, Dante?"

You and the girls were ready for bridal shopping. Patty asked, "You will look great in a white dress!" You answered a little shy, "I don't want to wear a white dress, we traditionally wear red, Dante,I want to wear a red dress. I don't hope to find a lehenga or saree here, so dress will do." Dante smiled, "I love red!" You giggled. You looked at him, you spoke a little unsure, "There is another tradition I want to add, everyone." All eyes were on you. You were nervous, "Well, it's called Henna Night or Mehendi, a night before marriage, all girls apply henna on their hand and especially Bride. They say the deeper the stain of henna, the deeper the love. And also in henna design in brides' hands. You hide the name of the groom somewhere in the design." Trish was curious, "Why is the name of the groom hidden?" You blushed, "Well, that will be a task for Dante. Nico thought, "I heard the stain is dark, because you are actually horny and body heat decides the temperature of the stain." You were red and everyone laughed, Dante was grinning like an idiot, he spoke proud, "Awww babe, I will make sure you get the deepest stain." And everyone laughed again.

On the night before the wedding, your friend Natasha came to pick you and the other girls to her house. Dante protested, "Hey! Not fair!" Natasha smiled, "Come and get her tomorrow." As you and the girls were in the car, Natasha blew all the typical Bollywood marriage songs in her car music system on drive to her home, you were not much of party person. But it was fun how much everyone was enjoying it. At her home, the whole living room was decorated with mattresses on the floor and white sheets on them, there were pillows everywhere. Marigold flower strings decorate the wall. Henna cone on a silver plate. Trish, Lady, Nico, Kyrie, and Patty enjoyed the night of applying henna on each other, their designs were 'unique', you could not stop yourself from laughing as they danced to Bollywood songs and were trying to make sense out of saree. They tried tons of traditional sweets. You were sitting quietly, your hand lay flat on the pillow and Natasha was applying henna to your hand. Traditionally, it was supposed to be till elbow but you both decided to cut it short. You saw Dante's name hidden on your left hand's index finger. You smiled at Natasha, "He won't be able to find it." Natasha laughed, "Good, then he is getting no action on his wedding night. Now let it dry, it's not wet, but the longer it stays the better the color. I will apply some lemon juice and sugar on it, so it doesn't dry and shed off quickly." You nodded as Natasha did just that. You were sleeping alone in the guest room, hands above your head so they don't touch anything and ruin the henna. You couldn't sleep, you were so excited. You felt something in your room, before you could sit up, a hand on your mouth kept you down, it was beautiful icy blue eyes and the smile you loved most. He puts a finger on your lips, "Shh.... it's me....angel .." Your eyes were wide, you whispered "Dante....why are you here...? It's not good." Dante chuckled, "You are marrying a devil, don't tell me you are afraid of bad luck." You giggled, "But why are you here?" Dante was above you, he smiled, loving how your hands were above your head, and you were at his mercy. His fingers pulling the string at the back of your neck, he answered, "Because this reminds me of the time when I used to sneak into your room and....as a loving husband..." You corrected, "Fiancé." Dante puts a finger on your lips, "Shh....husband. I have to make sure my love is a wonder, and you get the deepest red stain, my angel."

You blushed, "Dante..." Dante chuckled, "Don't move, we don't want this beautiful design ruined. Stay still and quiet for me?" You nodded.. Dante leaned to kiss your lips, you kissed him back with equal fervor, it was torture that you couldn't touch him. He pulled off your dress and fondled your breasts. A hand keeps massaging and squeezing your breasts, your eyes squeeze shut, as his head trails down from your breast, to your stomach, to your lower abdomen with trails of kisses. He reaches your core and places a kiss from your vulva to your clit through your panties. He parts your legs with one hand. As both his hands come down to spread you and kiss each side of your inner thighs, until he decides it was enough tease. And, he settled his head between your legs, taking off your panties, hooking his arms on each of your thighs, he eats you like a starved man. He started with a soft little kiss on your nub, then his tongue flat, licking broad stripes from your vulva to your clit, sucking on your nub till you were a whimpering mess, your legs trembling. He parted your folds and puts his thick middle finger in, screwing you in and out while sucking on your clit, lapping all your juice. You were a mess, biting your lower lip, your head nuzzling your pillow to keep quiet. He keeps altering between using his finger and sucking on you. Your legs are shaking, a tell-tale sign of your orgasm, but he got a build it more, leaving you all hot and bothered for long. He pulls away and you whine. Dante smirks, his thumb on your cheeks, "Aww... My angel wants to cum?" You nodded eagerly, all flustered and panting, while making sure your henna design isn't ruined. You whispered, "Dante please." Dante rubs circles with his thumb on your clit building you up and stopping as soon as he realizes you are about to come. You were a whining mess, "Dante, please." Dante kissed a side of your face and close to your mouth, "Please what? Babe." You whine, "Let me cum ....." Dante nods, "As you wish." He puts a finger into your throbbing pussy and slides it in and out, adding another, you buck your hips, and he chuckles, how eager his angel is. He picks a pace a little to build your orgasm, but as you were so close, he pulls away, "Not so fast, sweetheart." You cry silently and thrash your leg, he smiles, leaning down to kiss your sensitive spot on your neck, helping you ease and making you shiver, as he keeps kissing your neck, sucking it hard to leave marks. You cry, "Let me cum ... Dante" Dante sighs and pulls himself down to nuzzle your pussy, his stubble grazing your delicate pussy..he licks it and sucks on it. He fucks you with his tongue in and out till your body trembles, and you cum in his mouth, he laps it all, licking it clean. You bit your lips hard to not scream. He puts your legs back down as your whole body trembles. He kisses your cheeks and pulls away to stand up. He smiles, "This should make sure you get a deep stain." You were too tired to say anything, you fell asleep in no time, Dante cleaned you to put your dress back on, covered you with sheets, your henna was dry enough to let your arms rest beside you. He kisses your forehead as he leaves, jumping from the window.

The transition from morning to the Lake was smooth. You were wearing the red dress you chose. It was perfect. Dante made sure you got the dress of your dreams. Your Henna design was beautiful. It was the deepest shade of red. A red veil covers your beautiful face. Morrison walked you down the aisle where Dante was waiting in a black tuxedo with red tie, you smiled through a veil, Vergil spoke in an authoritative voice, "Sit down, everyone. Tonight, we are here to the satanic matrimony of a star, and a a star, and a fool." You giggled, everyone laughed, Dante just huffed. Vergil smirked, he continued, "there is no such thing as anyone objecting to this wedding, so do not even try, or else..." Everyone felt the cold glare. You smiled at Dante. Vergil looked at everyone, "Hmpp... exchange your vows." You spoke, "I vow to always make you smile, to accept you for who you are, to love you through the happiest and the saddest times, I vow to understand you always, to be there for you. To be there when you need me and make you the happiest man ever. As you made me the luckiest woman in the world. I will never stop trying," You were emotional and your voice breaking, Dante was serious..he took your hand in his. "Y/N, I vow to protect you, take care of you, try to give you everything I can, to love you even if we have our differences and respect you for who you are. To make you happy, as you make me the happiest man in the world."

Vergil nodded smiling, "Dante, do you take Y/N as your wife?" Dante smiled, "I do." Vergil looked at you, "Do you take Dante as your husband?* You nodded eagerly, "I do! I do! I do!" Dante smiled, Vergil tried not to smile like ab idiot, "By the power vested in me. I-" Dante cuts him, "Wait-wait, we are vesting no power in you." You nodded through your veiled face, "Yeah, you go Third Reich crazy with power" Vergil clenches his teeth and spoke, "Silence!" You to snickered and were quite when Vergil glared. Vergil sighed snd spoke casually ,"You are now husband and wife. Kiss, idiots!"

Dante took off your veil to look at your beautiful face, he scooped you in his arms and kissed you deeply. You kissed him back cupping his face, everyone clapped and smiled. It was followed by a ton of music, dance, food and everyone congratulating you both. When you both came back to the agency, Kyrie cleaned the whole place, Dante was carrying you bridal style, you went upstairs to your bedroom before him. It was decorated with roses, candles, and a vanilla fragrance. You sat there with your veil in the middle of bed. When Dante walked in, he was eager. He was about to take your veil off when you held out your henna-stained hand in front of him. You spoke flustered, "It has your name, find it, you can't make love to me, unless you do." Dante chuckled and smiled, "okay, I was in the mood for something else, but I do not mind earning it." Dante looked hard, he tried, he really tried, he was losing patience, "Is it in english?" You nodded. Another five minutes, he sighed, "You are messing with me, there are no names in it." You laughed, "There is!" He tried and as he about to give up, he grinned excited, "There it is!" He pointed at index finger of your left hand and you nodded. He wasted no time in taking your veil off and pinning you to bed. He was eager to take your dress off, but he felt resistance, he raised his eyebrow, you laughed. "Wedding dress are hard to take off, dummy. Now help me out of it, I don't want my wedding dress ruined. As you both took all pins out and lil stitches out of way. It took quite a while to get you out of the dress. Dante was exhausted with such delicate work of making sure everything is off and dress is intact, "Who makes such dresses!?" You laughed, "Well, it's pretty..."

That night, Dante didn't get to enjoy the fruit of his labour to say the least.

Tagged: @marshmallows-and-champagne @altissia-09

[yaso711]

Another country offers an olive branch to Tesla: Turkish President invites Musk to build factory

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Following India, South Korea, Indonesia and other countries, another country has issued an invitation to Tesla to build a factory.

Turkey's official news agency Anadolu Agency posted on social media platform X on Sunday that the country's President Recep Tayyip Erdogan invited Tesla CEO Elon Musk to build a A Tesla factory.

Currently, Erdogan is attending the 78th Session of the United Nations General Assembly in the United States. Anadolu News Agency stated that Erdogan made the invitation when he met with Musk at the Turkish House (Turkish House), the building of the Turkish Office to the United Nations and the Consulate General in New York.

Musk is also scheduled to meet with Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu in California on Monday. Musk posted on X that their talks will focus on artificial intelligence technology.

In August this year, Tesla expressed interest in setting up a factory in India to produce low-cost electric vehicles. Tesla currently has six factories and is building a seventh in the northern Mexican state of Nuevo Leon. This is part of the electric car manufacturing leader's efforts to expand its global footprint.

Musk said in May that Tesla may select a location for a new factory by the end of this year.

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As Tesla seeks global expansion, many countries have already extended an olive branch to the electric vehicle leader. In April this year, South Korean President Yoon Seok-yue met with Tesla CEO Musk and invited him to invest in building Asia's second gigabit factory in South Korea. Indonesia has also been sending invitations to Tesla in recent years, hoping that Tesla can invest locally. In addition, Malaysia, Italy, France and other countries have issued invitations to Tesla to build factories.

On September 17, Tesla’s official Weibo announced that Tesla’s world’s 5 millionth vehicle officially rolled off the assembly line at Tesla’s Shanghai Gigafactory. This marks a huge milestone in the company's expansion efforts over the past few years.

Since the beginning of this year, with the AI craze, the stock prices of the "Seven Technology Giants" in the US stock market, including Tesla, have soared. Tesla’s stock price has risen 153% this year. Spread EX

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COMMENTARY:

Here's a little tutorial on the numerology of the Bible.

First of all, all the numerology, astrology and Astronomy from Persia, west, originates in Samaria, as far as I cn tell, The numerology and astrology of Asia is unavailable to me, I can't figure it out. As a consequence, I have recently come to the opinion that Zoroaster is the source and is imported into the Bibical narrative by Enoch. His 7000 year Epoch, which I have just become aware of, is a useful template for the Biblical Narrative The BCE/CE nexus occurs in the 6th 700 years week of the Epoch and we are currently in about the 223 year of the 8th Veek.

The elegant India-Arabic symbols we use were not universally adopted until the 13 century due to the promotion by Leonardo of Pisa. Anyone who has seen Arabic calligraphy written in sand would realize that the Arabic influence is the critical factor in its development.

19 is the Alpha and omega of divine number. The symbol for nothing, the null set, Zero, 0, does not exist in classic numerology. I don't believe we could have computers without these two moral innovations; I couldn't do numerology with the Hebrew Gematria or Roman Numerals. And, just for the record, I believe that the Hebrew alphabet began as the Gematria.

123 Mental 456 Material 789 spiritual//Moral (as in Geist = Mind/Spirit)

this is a format I employ for certain analysis. In this commentary, iI want to illustrate how the number 5 touches all numbers. It has a number of connotations, including the senses and sex and man like Leonardo's sketch but, in particular, the interior line in a miliary context. The Pentagon is designed around the interior line: you can get to any point in the Pentagon in ten minutes as a consequence. A strategic advantage of the rebellion of the Southern slave owners was the interior line. Sherman's march to the sea, which began at Chattanooga, fatally penetrated the Southern interior line.

In this regard, the feeding of the 5000 has a deliberate military significance: Jesus transformed a lynch mob determined to avenge the execution of John the Baptist to a Galilian milia the same sine and organization of a Roman legion. This military formation participated in the destruction of the XII legion in 66 and is the military formation Josephus was given command of and betrayed.

As an ideogram, the number 15 represents a man with a purpose, such as the centurion in Mark 15:39 who speared Jesus on the cross. The 1 represents his spear and the 5 represents the centurion. Peter's reference to Acts 15:7 is the Holy Spirit pointing at the unilateral covenant cutting ceremony betwen God and the centurions of the Italian Cohort in the Gospel of Peter, the 15 refrs to the centurion in charge and the nmuber 7, points the way. 7 has many functions, including as a lightening rod in Daniel 7:13, 13 being the Finger of God.

Just to illustrate the sense of humor of the Holy Spirit, the introduction of Cornelius in Acts 10 is a reference to the X Legion that occupied the Mount of Olives during the reduction of Jerusaem. The Leg X was one part of the permanent garrison of Caesarea that Cornelius commanded, . '

You miss so much with the Post Modern Historical Deconstruction of dialectical Marxism. You never bet beyond broken pottery.

The Parable of the Prodigal son is a recasting of the Odyssey: the Prodigal Son is Odysseus and the contrast between his homecoming to Ithica and the homecoming of the Prodigal Son is the contrast between the gods of the Total Depravity Gospel of the Old Testament and the New Wine of Jesus is the point, The Prodigal Son is the essence of the Gospel of Luke that he intends to convey to Theophilus.

In literature, the Prodigal Sonis considered the perfect short story. O'Henry's The Gift of the Magi is often compared favorable to the Prodigal Son.

If Paul had employed the Parable of the Prodigal Son on Mars Hill instead of his lame legalistic argument of the Unknow god, he might have converted Athens.

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[#1] Beyblade original characters: Nationalities and Ethnicities

Objective: Since there have been mild rumors and misinformation regarding the ethnicities of Beyblade characters spreading in and across the fandom, I wanted to bring up the right piece of information delivered to the fanbase.

Viewer's note: This will not cover up all the characters because of several uncertainties, and these aren't headcanons either, so don't confuse them with fanfictions. They are mostly pure canon material or statements from the author of Beyblade, Takao Aoki.

I also don’t own the Beyblade characters and any of these information related to them.

1] BBA team

◇ Tyson Granger/Takao Kinomoya: Japanese

◇ Kai Hiwatari: Japanese. -conflicting the rumors: Kai was never stated to be Russian by ethnicity. It might have been his hometown or nationality, but ethnically speaking, he is Japanese, evident from his parents' names (Susumu and Misaki) and surname (Hiwatari). Kai is a fire festival celebrated in Japan.

◇ Ray/Rei Kon: Chinese

◇ Max Tate/Mizuhara: Japanese-American. Max's father is Japanese, and his mother Judy is an American.

◇ Kyouju/Manabu/Kenny Saien: Japanese

◇ Hilary/Hiromi Tachibana: Japanese ◇ Daichi Sumeragi: Japanese ◇ Hiro Granger/Hitoshi Kinomoya: Japanese

2] Blitzkrieg boys

All the members are Russians.

3] White Tigers X

All the members are Chinese.

4] PPB All Starz

All the members are Americans.

5] Majestics

◇ Robert/Ralf Jurgens: German ◇ Johnny McGregor: Scottish ◇ Oliver/Olivier Polanski: French ◇ Enrique Giancarlo: Italian

6] Saint Shields

Their ethnicities haven't been given clearly, but they were stated to come from the origin of Beyblading. It must be Chinese or Japanese, yet nothing very explicit is stated about their origin.

7] Psykicks

◇ Kane/Kein/Cain Yamashita: Japanese-Australian -conflicting the rumors: Some were presuming him to be an Australian alone, but the surname "Yamashita" is pretty famous in Japanese culture. Meanwhile, though the dub says the Psykicks come from Japan, Kane is stated by Aoki sensei to be half-Australian.

◇ Goki: Japanese Aoki mentions on his site.

In the dub, Kane says that Salima's hometown is in Canada, and in Aoki's site her name is taken from an African travel guide. Regardless, Aoki sensei says that no nationality has been set for her. Jim's name sounds European or American.

8] F-Dynasty

All the members are Spanish.

9] Barthez Battalion

The nationalities of this European are unclear much like Saint Shields is, but according to TV Tropes, these are their possible ethnicities.

◇ Miguel: German Named after an F-1 racer.

◇ Claude: Jamaican From his appearance.

◇ Aaron: French His name sounds more like French-speaking.

◇ Mathilda: English According to the Beyblade rising manga and her illustrations, she seems to be from the United Kingdom/England.

10] BEGA

◇ Mystel: Indonesian This is there in Aoki's notes.

The nationalities of the other BEGA members are not mentioned, but Ming Ming is probably Chinese, Crusher might have African roots, Garland can be somewhere from South Asia, and Brooklyn has no hints.

As for characters like Zeo, Gordo, King, Queen, etc., nothing about their nationalities or their ethnicities has been stated or even scraped as hints. Hence, it's unknown about theirs. 

Characters like Kincaid, Mr. Dickenson, Taro Mizuhara, etc. are mostly Japanese.

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The Phoenix Ymbryne ||  Millard Nullings

Pairing: Millard Nullings x Fem!Reader

Devil’s Acre Era (includes events in TDODA)

Word Count: 2.3k words

Summary: You are a peculiar who can take the form of a Phoenix. Wights were a constant threat until an invisible boy takes you to your new home. Getting to know him made you realize your purpose and the worth of all you’ve been through.

A/n: this fic includes South-East Asian references and i wrote it in a way you’ll learn easily. so whatever your race is, step inside Y/n’s boots and enjoy this adventure fluff. 

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1900, Manila

The gust of wind rustling the forest almost silenced your pounding heart, but not quite. You transformed into a blazing bird and shoot through the bright sky, searching the brown earthen hues below. Your bird form made you an easy target, knowing that the wights after you have hunting guns; but your bird form also allowed you to scan the forest with your peculiar intuition. You could detect souls and sense their objectives. As you fly towards the outskirts of the woods, you located the two wights running away.

Suddenly, you felt another soul wandering through the thickets. A lone, pure heart, a good aura that you wouldn’t expect right after getting chased by blank-eyed monsters. Driven by curiosity, you roamed above the trees where you felt the presence. It was a floating map. You perched on a branch and watched the huge map turn, as if being held by a person. You looked from another angle at it revealed a floating suit and trousers. Carefully eyeing the subject and its pavement shoes leaving a calculated trail, there was only one word you can fathom: peculiar.

It had been over half a century since you’ve seen another peculiar, and it fascinated you how you couldn’t actually see this one. You continued watching the invisible who seem to be looking for something; a landmark? a person? a girl who can turn into a two-feet-tall fiery bird? If it was the latter, you knew you couldn’t easily trust someone, even if your intuition screamed this person’s good intentions.

You flew towards your house by the river, and judging by the angle of the floating clothes below, you knew you’ve been spotted. The moment you reached your home, you transformed back to your sixteen year-old body and slipped in a floor length skirt, a white sleeved shirt made from pineapple fabrics, and a scarf around your neck. You prepared hot chocolate in case that invisible peculiar pays a visit.

It only took a few minutes until you heard a knock on your door. Reluctantly, you opened it to reveal the same floating clothes that seemed to belong to the western world.

"Who are you?"

"Millard Nullings, at your service." A voice of a teenage boy spoke up. You moved aside to allow him enter your home, saying your name as you lead him to the drawing room. At first, you thought it was going to be painfully awkward, but it immediately changed into a pleasant, curious atmosphere when his body headed straight towards the ancient maps on your walls, as if being pulled by a magnet.

"Thank you, this place is incredibly interesting. For the longest time I thought these maps were never to be found again," Millard said as he took the hot chocolate from your hand while staring at the walls.

"These are from my old ymbryne. She was a real treasure," you said, standing beside him. "It shows hundreds of ancient loops across Asia. I wouldn't have found my current home without these maps. Oh, and Millard... may I ask how did you get here?"

"The wights after you were caught a while ago. This loop is marked empty in A Map of Days, so catching two of Caul's followers in here is intriguing. It wasn't long until I found the entrance after leapfrogging through a parallel loop nearby."

Brushing off more questions in your head, you offered him a seat and took sips of hot chocolate.

"Perplexus wasn't wrong when he marked this loop empty," you said. Millard's head most likely whipped up at the mention of the famous cartographer.

You smiled at this and continued. "When my old loop was raided, my ymbryne suggested this small loop. It was an empty peculiar menagerie. I suspect a dozen peculiar animals used to live here with all the traces I've found. But for over fifty years, I haven't seen any peculiarity in this area." You turn your head towards the window. "Past those Cacao trees is the membrane of the loop. A small provincial village with normal people, normal chickens, and a normal carabao. So seeing you here feels more surreal than it sounds," you admitted.

"What about your bird?" he asked, "that tall phoenix flying around the woods?"

A twinge of realization came over you and you sigh, reluctant to admit your peculiarity.

"That was me," you say finally.

"What! You can turn into a phoenix? You're an ymbryne?" Millard's voice was a mix of astonishment and confusion.

"How else did you think I manage to revive this loop?" You smiled.

"I just thought ymbrynes' bird forms are supposed to be inconspicuous. But you were...incredibly remarkable."

Your cheeks heated up at the comment and you divert your gaze with a soft chuckle.

"That baffled me as well, that's why I only transform in important situations. Locals believed me to be a magical bird, thus driving many hunters' attention. My bird form is known as Adarna. Similar to a phoenix, but distinct in certain features."

"Adarna? I've never heard of that kind of bird before."

"It is a famous folklore bird in the Philippines. There are stories about it, even in the Tales of the Peculiar." You stood and picked up an old children's book on the bookshelf across the room. You handed it to Millard, which you assume, made him smile.

"This is an ancient version indeed. I annotate many of the Tales but I've never seen this before. Would you mind letting me borrow this?" You couldn't bring yourself to say no to him, so you insisted he could keep it. Stating that you didn't need a copy, having memorized it for the longest time.

After minutes of discussion, you noticed how he got so excited in the topic of maps, history and his friends. It felt like you were listening to a teacher who loved his work, and you weren't complaining as you found this adorable. You were both having good laughs with Millard's stories, until he finally said, "I trust you expect a reassurance that the wights wouldn't trouble you anymore, but we can't be certain."

Your eyebrows furrowed at this, "what are you planning?"

"To take you to Devil's Acre."

You were surprised and slightly taken aback. He must've seen the faraway look on your face so he continues, "Y/n, you don't have to go now. I can just leave you a detailed map to help you reach the panloopticon anytime."

You paced around the drawing room. "So you're letting me go there alone?"

“If that's what you like, yes. I don't want to rush you into leaving your home, but I’ll feel much better if you let me take you there myself." His British drawl made your throat dry, you could only nod.

"I'll take my time to think about it, but as soon as the wights come near this area, I'll head to your loop for safety." You decided it's only smart to stay home until real danger emerge, despite how much you'd like to go with Millard. "Why don't you stay here for a while?"

"That can be a problem. You see, my ymbryne left me with strict rules..."

"You weren't supposed to be here, aren't you?"

You both just laughed at this.

A while later, a loud commotion started in the other side of the loop membrane. Villagers were screaming and animals were flocking away.

"Was that a regular noise within your loop?"

"For fifty years of living this exact same day over and over again, I can assure you that was most unnatural." You got up and pocketed an old but sharp dagger as Millard packed the maps and the book you gave him.

"Those are certainly Wights looking for their other comrades. We ought to flee this place now," he said.

You both slipped through the backdoor towards the river, careful not to trip into the mud. When you reach the bamboo raft, he held your hand and made sure you wouldn't lose balance. This gesture, however, made you lose your composure instead.

"You seem nervous, is it the raft? Should I let you cross the river first?"

"No, no, it's safe," you said as you both stood on the either side of the raft, trying not to slip as you crossed the river holding tall pieces of bamboo to keep yourselves steady. "I guess I just feel sad that I'm leaving home for good," you say. It was true, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit that he made you flustered.

"I understand that this loop may close permanently as you leave," he said, "but in the Devil's Acre, you may train with other ymbrynes ang get the chance to create new loops, have wards of your own—"

"Train with other ymbrynes?" You exclaimed as the raft reached the other side of the river.

"Yes, they're rather lovely. Miss Avocet and all the other ymbrynes would love to guide you. I also believe my friends will celebrate your company. Horace will cook feast, Olive and Claire will surely entertain you, oh," he said, clearly excited, "the celebration will never be enough!"

"Are you kidding me?" You laughed soundlessly as you headed towards the forest. "Your presence alone is more than enough."

He did not reply anything for a moment and you bit your lip. Millard lead the way to another loop that was connected to the panloopticon. It was a silent but surprisingly comfortable walk. He told you to watch your steps in some parts of the forest and you give every useful information you had about your homeland.

"There it is, come here, y/n." He spotted the portal door propped amongst the old trenches of the place that was once bloodstained by war.

Shivers crawled down your spine as you paced forward. Millard noticed your uneasy expression and ran circles on your knuckles. "You can tell me if you don't want to come," he whispered gently, "we'll figure out another way if you're ever uncomfortable."

"Thank you, but I really want to go with you. I want to meet your family and read your books." A smile painted its way on your face just thinking about it.

Without another question, he lead you through the door while gripping your hand. You held your breath and let him guide your steps. His fingers traced your forehead and you opened your eyes.

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1886, London

"Where are we?" You stare at the plain, unfamiliar bedroom infront of you.

"The third floor of panloopticon," Millard said with a relieved sigh. "We just crossed half the world in a matter of seconds, I trust the kitchen will have something to ease our loop-lag."

Without even thinking about it, you pulled him in a hug. He caught his breath and wrapped his arms around you as you feel tears streaming down your face. You missed your country but don't regret being with this boy at all. "Thank you," you managed to whisper.

It had been less than a week since you first arrived. Millard's friends were the kindest people you have ever met. The first time you saw Miss Peregrine, she was furious at Millard for running off without permission, but her mood changed when she met you and realized you were an ymbryne too. You were immediately recruited in Miss Avocet's academy and made friends with many other people in the Acre. You get along very well with Miss Wren who was interested in your peculiarity and the fact that you lived in a menagerie loop in Asia.

Desolations came and you stayed in the Ditch House with Millard reading books for you. While it was raining blood, bones and ashes outside, you were having the time of your life with your new family.

You stayed in the Academy while the rest of Miss Peregrine's wards take on their adventure to France, giving all your best wishes for Millard.

You fought in the battle of the Devil's Acre and tended to the injured with the other ymbrynes-in-training. When you heard the news that Caul was defeated, you were elated and incredibly happy.

You were one of the ninety-five peculiars who broke loop-bound in Jacob's house. You could finally go anywhere you like without the fear of aging forward rapidly, and Millard promised many trips with you, you could only shut him up with a peck on the cheek.

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1940, Cairnholm

So many good things happened to you that week, but nothing could beat the joy you felt when you found out that the ymbrynes-in-training are to live with Miss Cuckoo, and Miss Peregrine and her wards in Cairnholm.

You stare at the dog roses in Fiona's garden, you were filled with mixed emotions and wanted a quiet time. All of them are celebrating inside the house; all except Millard, who was wearing a velvet smoking jacket for the occasion.

"It's beautiful here," you said while watching his clothes head your way, "you must be happy that you're home."

"You are my home," he said sincerely, now standing in front of you.

You couldn't grab any witty reply, in fact, you couldn't find any words at all. You knew you were blushing ferociously by now.    

"Mind if I talk to you about something that's been bothering me for a while?" He broke the silence and you nod at him.

"With everything we went through these past weeks, I found myself hoping to stay alive."

You stifled a laugh. "Isn't that a good thing? Wishing you'd survive?"

"That's the point, I wanted to stay alive, not just because we ought to take surviving as a priority, but because I can't get you out of my mind."

Your face went blank. "What do you mean, Millard?"

"I wish it was a choice, but it wasn't. I fell in love with you, Y/n. I'd love you for as long as time."

"And we have time," you reassured him, "I love you too," and with that, he kissed you.

Both smiling into the kiss, you leaned against each other, swaying in the breeze of the garden and basking in each other's presence forevermore.

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Fine Line: The Divorce Series - part two.

In case you missed part one you can find it here. Feedback always appreciated in any form. Feel free to message me if you have any questions!! 

Trigger warnings for this include; mentions of death, drug and alcohol abuse. 

It’s ten passed twelve when Eliza opens her eyes for the first time, she hadn’t slept a good nights sleep since Fallon’s diagnosis but last night she didn’t wake not once.They had her funeral yesterday, she doesn’t remember much, she thinks this is probably partially why she was able to sleep so well, knowing that Fallon was finally resting at her forever home. Harry helped to organise the funeral and had been more available to both her and their other two children in the lead up to it and insisted in paying for it in full. But yesterday was too much for him, he left somewhere between the wake and the kids’ bed time and Eliza hadn’t heard from him since.  Harry woke up in his apartment for the first time in weeks, he’d be living at Eliza’s in the spare room from the time when things got to be too much for Eliza to handle on her own. He missed his bed and the peace and quiet, but he’d never allow himself to say those words out loud. Right in between losing her and laying her to rest, they celebrated her birthday. Gemma thought it would be a good idea to acknowledge the day instead of pushing it to the side, Harry just kind of wanted to push through and try and get through the day, but Eliza liked the idea of being able to blow out a candle for Fallon and so to appease his ex-wife’s needs and support her through her grief, Harry bit his tongue And they did just that, celebrated her. 

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 The funeral came around quicker than he had anticipated, it kind of crept up on him. After today things would go back to the way they were before Fallon got sick snd Harry wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. He wasn’t ready to be away from Koa and Lennon, or even Eliza for that matter. Everyone was so wrapped up in supporting Eliza on the day, they had forgot that Harry had lost a child too. So distracted by Eliza, no one noticed Harry when he slipped out in the middle of her wake, no one but Eliza.

There was no communication between the two in the weeks that followed, he locked himself in the studio with only a select few people and she was trying to get back to somewhat of a normal routine with the twins. He was making good progress with an album, it wasn’t as upbeat as previous albums had been but it just reflected what he was going through and how he was feeling. With no communication and his lack of interest in their other two children Eliza goes ahead and books a court date to finalise their divorce. Harry is leaving the studio when he gets words of the court date being set, he heads straight to the bar.  Harry is on his sixth drink when he finally gets a hold of Eliza. I miss you he tells her We just lost — we just — how can you even be thinking about finalising our divorce. She cries and that’s when he knows he’s fucked up. Eliza don’t cry, I’m sorry, I’m such a fuck up, it should have been me, not her... Eliza knows she should hang up the phone, call Gemma let her deal with him and go back to bed. Instead she asks Harry for his location, calls a sitter and by the time she heads to the bar its almost 10pm. 

Eliza finds Harry in the corner booth, away from prying eyes and away from windows with his back toward the rest of the people in the pub. By now he’s lost count of how many drinks he’s consumed. She orders herself a scotch on the rocks. The bartender looks between her and Harry and wonders what they must be going through to have lead them here tonight. They sit in silence mostly, Harry throwing back three drinks in the time it tasked Eliza to finish the one she ordered herself when she first got here. The bartender draws a line in the sand and cuts Harry off, he pays for his long bar tab remembering to ask the bartender to include Elizas scotch on the rocks and then he goes to leave. 

Harry makes it all the way to his car before realising he cannot find his keys. When he reaches the bar door she’s standing out front her arms crossed over her chest,p. You didn’t think I’d let you drive home in your state did you?  My children have already buried their sister this year, I’m not about to let them bury their father too. The words Eliza said to drunk Harry would play on sober minded Harry in the weeks to come. She half carries him to her car and takes him home with her. For the first time since they split, he sleeps in the same bed as her it’s only so I know if you stop breathing and to make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit. Eliza watches Harry breathe for the rest of the night, much like she watched Fallon take breaths in and out until she took her last, the only difference here is that Harry never stops breathing. Somewhere between 4am and 7am she doses off and Harry slips out of her sheets and out her back door before she’s awake. Eliza canceled their court date again, realising that perhaps Harry needed time to grieve before they started to go down this path.

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Harry finished writing his album just before Christmas, it was literally the fastest album he’s ever been able to write. After all this time and experience, he knew the people he needed in his space to get the job done. A lot of the songs were sad, and Eliza knew that some songs would be about her and she fully expected some songs to be about Fallon, so when he turned up at her place to show her the demo she was surprised to find no songs about their angel daughter. Eliza, that’s sick that you’d think I’d cash in on — no why would I — I can’t believe you would think that. He was angry, didn’t see she was coming from a good place and not trying to attack him. She didn’t think it would be a bad thing if he had written songs about Fallon, she was growing concerned about his abilities to deal with the loss of their daughter... he couldn’t even say her name.  He was trying to be more consciences to spend more time with Koa and Lennon. With the album complete it was only a matter of time before his management would undoubtedly have him on the road and all over the globe. Truthfully he was dreading it. He spent most afternoons putting the children to bed before bedding back to his house. He noticed things about her that were different in the Fallon aftermath. She was lonely at night, and when Koa and Lennon were out with him of an afternoon she had not so much to do. She had already organised the bookshelf, and the kitchen. Harry knew what the perfect Christmas gift would be to keep her busy. 

Whilst she had redecorated the lounge and her bedroom. Fallon’s room remained untouched, the door closed and the room just the way their almost four year old had left it the day she left for the hospital and never come home. Sometimes when he would finish putting the twins to bed and when Eliza was sleeping on the couch, he would sneak into Fallon’s room and sob. Being in her room was the only time he allowed himself to feel anything.

elizadoherty Happy holidays from the Doherty-Styles household, wrangling two and half year old twins into a photo is hard work and this mama couldn’t get it done. Please enjoy a photo of our delicious cookie “nomies” that are absolutely not store bought. 😝🎅🏻🎄🤶🏻 Liked by harrystyles, annetwist and 2,637,367 others.

harrystyles ELIZA X OLIVE. Merry Christmas.  Liked by elizadoherty, olivedogherty and 18,573,663 others,

Harry’s album came out the week of Christmas. With the new year there would be lots of changes coming for both him, Eliza and their two children. He would be off on tour, first to the states then, back home for a UK stint, followed by the rest of Europe, then to South America wrapping up with Australia, New Zealand and a few dates across Asia. He wouldn’t be home for more than two days in the next nine months. This bothered Eliza. Partly because she wanted him to be home so they could finalise the divorce, partly because she wouldn’t have his help with the twins and mostly because he had already lost one child, had he not noticed the importance of having quality time with his children.  She had already been annoyed by the fact that he had bought a dog into her home and gifted it to her for Christmas, she didn’t have time for a dog.. she would barely have time for herself and the two kids he was leaving behind to go on tour, and he though a doh would be a good idea?

Her thoughts all come to a head in the middle of an argument on New Years Eve. We need to finalise the divorce, we both deserve to move on. He didn’t want to move on, he liked being able to come by see her, and the kids and still be able to know she was legally still his wife. You don’t care about me and the kids, you’re not even going to see them for the next nine months, don’t tell me you care. He was mad, not because she was right but because he wanted to see them but didn’t know how to ask her to join him on tour with them. I never wanted to divorce you. You’re the one who filed for divorce Eliza. It’s Eliza’s turn to be mad. Well there was no hope for our marriage, we hadn’t had sex in months, you were sleeping on the couch, what the fuck kind of marriage is that. It wasn’t a healthy argument for the tel of them to be having, especially with the twins in the next room. I was a drug addict Eliza, I was also an alcoholic, I couldn’t really walk up the stairs, that’s why I slept on the couch not because I didn’t love you. He had stormed out, the following day he had booked in with his lawyers to come back the last week of February for their court date and two days after that he was back on tour.

harrystyles USA thank you for being the perfect start to this tour, you were all so beautiful! I’ll be back soon. All the love, H xx. Liked by annetwist, gemmastyles and 27,627,855 others. 

January rolled by faster than she would like to admit. Harry was back in London briefly to see the twins, Anne picked them up and took them to him as per his request. His birthday was tomorrow, Eliza offered for him to keep them for the weekend whilst he was in town, but he had other plans and declined her offer. She’s trying to give you time with your children. Anne nagged him, but her words fell on deaf ears. He had plans to drink his way through his birthday and not be able to recall any of it.  He woke in the morning to a voicemail from her. Harry, happy — well i know it’s not happy really — but happy birthday. I’m sorry about the divorce papers, I was... reaaaaalllyyy dumb. Anyway, see ya. She had been drinking, she could never hold her liquor. He remembers back to a time pre marriage and pre children when she would go out and have a few too many cocktails and call him from the bar, he remembers driving to fetch her, pulling over on the side of the road because his driving would be too much for her stomach to handle. He thinks about the way he used to hold her when she was too tired to walk and then the way he’d hold her in bed as her breath would steady and she’d finally succumb to the effects of the alcohol and sleep. God he loved her. 

elizadoherty HBD to my #1 (And only) bb daddy, @harrystyles, you’re a great dad, friend and I’m so glad I get to raise my babies with you. Here’s a throwback to when we were younger and when you had less wrinkles, old man.  Liked by harrystyles, annetwist and 18,257,268 others.  He made a mental note to return her the favour of nice words on social media when her birthday would roll around come summer. They were younger and happier in that photo. He wouldn’t wish his kids away, but he does wish he could go back to being that happy, young and carefree guy in the photo. 

After his birthday, things continued to go downhill for the two of them and their co-parenting endeavour. It started when he was photographed leaving a nightclub with a random girl on his arm the night of his birthday and things escalated when a week before their court date she had been photographed with someone new. This was the first time since the two of them had started dating all those years ago that they had been photographed with someone else.

TMZ 

Harry Styles ex-wife, Eliza Doherty, spotted out with new mystery beau shopping over the weekend.

It was the comments left the photo that sent Eliza into a rage. “Where are her kids?” “Spending all of Harry’s alimony I guess” that’s all the end of their marriage was to the public? Just about money? Never mind the emotional turmoil either of them had gone through, the sleepless nights the days where she wouldn’t know if he would make it home. The public didn’t understand, and never would, what it wad to be like Eliza Styles.  On top of the public ridicule, Harry of course had to get his two cents worth in. I don’t want you bringing random guys around the twins. It was a harmless comment and something she would surely say to him if she didn’t have manners or any kind of belief that he would be responsible with who he introduced their children to. Focus on yourself, Harry. And less on who I’m bringing home..

TMZ

reports of Harry Styles and ex-wife, Eliza Doherty, heading into court today to finalise their divorce after almost a year snd a half. He wore a black shirt and a cross earring for the occasion. 

Harry was trending on twitter and the photo and article from TMZ were attached to every tweet. Most people agreed he didn’t look himself. Everyone agreed it was inappropriate to take the photo and then post it to the masses but here it was for everyone to see. Eliza shook her head and put her phone away, soon enough she’d be in the same room as him for the first time since New Year’s Eve. 

 She had never been more scared to see him, hadn’t heard from him personally for the entire first leg of his tour, which even when they were having problems was odd. Perhaps he was still angry,  she had moved passed the anger stage and into the sad stage pretty quickly, it had been like this throughout their entire relationship. She would get over things quickly whilst he would hold onto things for days and days at one time. Harry knew based off of her voicemail that she had been ready to move passed the argument on New Year’s Eve, and he was almost on the same page as her and then they argued about partners and children and things had again been sour since. 

As soon as the time drew closer she began to feel like she couldn’t breathe. Like she might collapse at any second and never wake up again, like someone had taken all the air out of her lungs and out of this building. She used to enjoy the way her heart would skip a beat and the way her lungs would lose all the air when he entered her orbit, but now the feeling made her sick to her stomach. For the first time in a long time she couldn’t stand the thought of being in the same room as him. 

Part of him didn’t want to be here. This was partially to do with the fact that last night he had drank his body weight in alcohol, was very hungover and couldn’t think straight, but it was mostly to do with the fact that he couldn’t stand to see her cry and knew there was a good chance with the way they left things off that he might be the reason for her tears. 

He reeked of vodka and scotch and tequila and definitely weed, at least that’s all the things that Eliza could smell as he sat across from her. He was using again, or drinking again at the very least. It made her sad, he had worked so hard to get to a good place. Perhaps this was his way of coping, his way of dealing with Fallon dying. His way of forgetting about his problems. It wasn’t healthy, she’d make a note to talk to Gemma and Anne when she got back to the kids later in the afternoon.

He looked as if he hadn’t slept at all since the last time she saw him some five weeks ago now — which would make sense because she hadn’t slept properly in that long either. His shirt was creased and it was a mess, he looked unkempt which was a rare sight. Mismatched socks, untucked shirt, the pants he was wearing just as creased as his shirt was. His hair was longer than usual— he was letting it grow again... was this even any of her business anymore? — It probably wasn’t but she still examined him from head to toe, He’s wearing his shades inside, what an asshole she thinks. He was almost unrecognisable. He was most definitely no longer her Harry. She didn’t care make eye contact with him, and he extended the same courtesy not that he had much of s choice in the matter.  Mr Styles is offering Ms Doherty 50% of all his assets, as of this time that part has not changed.  Ms. Doherty would be happy to only 25%, your honour. She feels it’s adequate enough to provide for the children, she has a job and doesn’t require 50%. Mr Styles insists in the 50%, even 25% of it were to go into a fund for the children. 

Her lawyer looks to her for approval, even though she really doesn’t need Harry’s money, she doesn’t want to argue with him.

Mr Styles would like joint custody of their two children, Koa Everett Styles and Lennon River Styles. Your honour, Mrs Doherty requests that the father of her children submits to drug and alcohol tests and has supervised visitations until he can get himself — uh well... clean.  The judge rules in her favour, Harry has to pass three tests in a row for both drugs and alcohol before he can come anywhere near the twins. The rest esd pretty straight forward and not much different to what they had already signed on, she got the house and would receive child support on top of the 50% of the money they made from the time they first got married. Harry doesn’t see his children  till two days before their third birthdays, almost three months after the court hearing. It had taken him three months but this time he swore to keep clean.

elizadoherty happy three my miracle babes, there are no words 🥺  Liked by gemmastyles, annetwist and 4,472,378 others. 

A month after the twins’ birthday it’s Eliza who changes the agreement for supervision required to him being allowed to do visits at their house. Both the twins and Harry would be much more comfortable and if would give her more of a chance to observe him with them before she lets them stay with him overnight. He’s the one who suggests they go to therapy. He tells her it might help, and that he’s willing to try anything so long as she is too.  The first session back in therapy goes well, they haven’t done one together since just after the twins were born. They mostly discuss how to co-parent better and how to communicate with each other, the therapist warns to discuss Fallon and Harry practically has a panic attack at the mention of her name. When he instantly gets up and walks out on the session it’s just you and the therapist and 20 minutes left on the timer. I don’t think he’s ready to talk about her yet. It’s a sensitive topic for him. It hasn’t quite been a year yet since she passed. He won’t even talk about her with me and that was out daughter.  When Eliza gets home, Harry is on her doorstep. He’s sober, but crying and hyperventilating. She sits next to him and just hugs him not really knowing what to do. Eliza prays that her boyfriend, Andrew, doesn’t come over today. Her prayers are answered Eliza and Harry are left on their own. He cries for a long period of time before the head inside her house, Eliza is silently grateful that Anne offered to take the kids to Holmes Chapel for the week. Where did we go wrong? We should have been better and communicating. I was depressed when I couldn’t tour straight away and then you let me go and honestly this is going to sound fucking terrible but I didn’t want to come home.  So many confessions spill from his lips in a short space of time. Then Eliza starts. I just wanted you to be okay, you were struggling, I know you were depressed. I keep thinking about it, I don’t remember the last time we kissed or had sex, maybe it was before the twins were even born, we should have made more time. When she stops he’s not crying anymore he’s just staring at her with his eyebrows furrowed and then he does the unimaginable he kisses her. Not just a regular peck, his hands on the back of her head and her hands are on his chest and for just a moment they’re back in 2019 and they’re newly engaged and their wold is perfect. And then he pulls away, apologises and leaves and they are back to being divorced, estranged people who happen to share two children together. 

[gyrfa-gariadus]

Meet the animals series

Natter with the Northern treeshrew

The northern treeshrew is a treeshrew species native to Southeast Asia. In my opinion Tree shrews look remarkably similar to squirrels. See for yourself…(sorry for the poor photo tree shrews are really fast and hard to photograph)

Northern tree shrews have grayish, olive fur. These animals are diurnal (awake during the day) and territorial, marking their spots using scent gland located in the abdomen and chin.they’re relatively small creatures and their tail is about the same length as their body.

Treeshrews live between 2-12 years

Northern tree shrews live in rainforests. They are sometimes arboreal(lives in trees) , but are most often found on or near the ground level. During dry months when the leaf litter dries up and reduces the amount of prey available on the ground, they are found more frequently in the trees.

Small social groups are composed of parents and their offspring until the young reach sexual maturity.

Male and female territories will frequently overlap, resulting in monogamous pairings. Although males and females do not interact often, they may share a burrow at night.

Northern Tree Shrews are omnivores, which means they eat both plants and animals. Their diet consists of insects, beetles, fruit and seeds.

Sources:x-x

Shriver, J .G., Noback, C. R. (1967). "Color Vision in the Tree Shrew (Tupaia glis)". Folia Primatologia 6: 161−169.

Knabe, W., Skatchkov, S., Kuhn, H.-J. (1997.) Lens Mitochondria in the Retinal Cones of the Tree-shrew Tupaia belangeri. Vision Research 37 (3): 267–271.

[fridaynightfunkinmoments]

all fnf kids

Paris (Keico) (biological)

Pathy (Keico) (biological)

Karia/Karinall (Keico) (biological)

Simon (Skid) (adopted)

Philip (Pump) (adopted)

Rose (RoyRoss) (biological)

Ray (RoyRoss) (biological)

Reindeer (RoyRoss) (adopted)

Bet (?? x ??) (biological)

Brittney (Grilizzard) (biological)

Exar (Grilizzard) (biological)

Yunna (Daddy Dearest X Mommy Mearest) (biological)

Cement (Daddy Dearest X Mommy Mearest) (biological)

Lemon Pie (Leminty) (biological)

Sweety Mint (Leminty) (biological)

Shawn (Lemirit) (biological)

Seth (Lemirinty) (biological)

Ellie (Lolai) (adopted)

Whispering (Lolai) (biological)

Levi and Sophia (Lolai) (biological)

Violetta and Ethan (Wharol) (biological)

Curie (Wharol) (biological)

Landon, Walter and Ruby *need to rename her* (Wharol) (biological)

Kiara (Hatsaito) (biological)

Shade, Veronica and Diary (Dayana) (adopted)

Daisy (Dayana) (biological)

Zarah (Zardy) (adopted)

Astell (Annie) (adopted)

PrimRose (NDXL) (adopted)

Duke (Kapi) (adopted)

Fatry (Flexy) (adopted)

Skate (Sketchy) (adopted or biological)

Selever (Saruv) (biological)

Rasazy (Saruv) (biological)

Samantha (Saruv) (biological)

Robert (Saruv) (biological)

Nelly (Charicky) (adopted)

Joshua (Charicky) (biological)

Flora (Charicky) (biological)

July and June (Charicky) (biological)

Felix (OpheeBob) (biological)

May (OpheeBob) (biological)

Bethany (OpheeBob) (biological)

Fritz (Garcello) (adopted)

Naomi (Hexlynn) (adopted)

Flurry, Chiller, Pellar/Pillar, Harrison/Harry (Hexlynn) (biological)

Temmie (Tankeve) (adopted)

Jackson (Tankeve) (biological)

Sylvie (Skylever) (adopted)

Valentina (Skylever) (biological)

Charles/Charl (Hank) (adopted)

Olive (Cassette Girl) (adopted)

Monday (Sunday) (adopted)

Miracle/Bloody (Pulp) (adopted)

Braden (Ron) (biological)

Nova (Noob) (adopted)

Freya and Hadley (HomeNA) (biological)

Windy (Updike) (adopted)

Vincent (Trollge) (adopted)

Marinette (Myra) (adopted)

Pepper (Itsalty) (biological)

Ricky (Itsalty) (biological)

Cassie/Kassie (Chrity/Kais) (biological)

Rassy (Javaree) (biological)

Luciana (Javaree) (biological)

Asia Nene Aloe (Manosuzu + mano and momosuzu are both 19 in my AU) (biological)

Scheme (Brightside) (adopted)

Lucas and Clementine (Yukizen (formerly)/Kylers (currently)) (adopted)

Madison (Kylers) (biological)

Amethyst (Kylers) (biological)

Karl (Kylers) (biological)

Kelly and Connor (Kylers) (biological)

Andre (Maruby) (biological)

Sabrina (CJade) (biological)

Berry (Cheeky) (biological)

Ezra (Cheeky) (biological)

Tsavorite (Cheeky) (biological)

Eve and Louis (Cheeky) (biological)

Amora (Cheeky) (biological)

Pierce Rogers (Marville/Matt X Shaggy) (by magic)

Sophia Ongaku Cortez (Mackenzuki)  (biological)

Mia (nonsense) (adopted)

Hugo (Cassandra) (adopted)

Asher, Amari and Kyrie (Bobosip) (biological)

canon fnf characters not mine

my fankids belong to me

[lichenaday]

Xanthoparmelia loxodes

This foliose lichen has short, rounded lobes that grow entangled and wrinkled in roundish patches up to 14 cm in diameter. The upper surface is yellowish or olive brown to dark brown and shiny except for the areas of course, gray isidia. The lower surface is black toward the center and more brown toward the margins. Apothecia are short and concave with a crenate margin and a concolorous disc.  X. loxodes grows on rocks and rarely wood in North America, Europe, North Africa, and Asia. The species of the Xanthoparmelia pulla group are variable, and relatively difficult to distinguish between one another, and more thorough genetic investigation my be necessary to fully differentiate them. Typically, you can distinguish X. loxodes by its negative spot test results. 

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