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thecondemnedangelgabriel · 10 months ago

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The O Stories Of The Lux Attackers

Snarkers and The Dark Web Child Killer Tregonning O O...

Your Whole Stories are not being represented in The Possession Texts...

Nor yet in The Online Impossible!

Your Wholeself and O will be Beautifully Served

Within The Impossible O Journey Scriptures

Because this is the Goodness of Gods and The Goddess

It is your Whole O which will be Studied Respectfully!

By All of Humanity

The Online Impossible is a Self Defensive Text...

When it comes to the Lux Attackers

But that V is not Whole O nor does Lux Mother Moon THINK SO!

O O O

You will be able to contribute to the V Scripture of your O Stories in your Spiritual Afterlife

This Incarnate Goddess will be awakening in Humanity...

Spiritual Seerhoods and Mediumships...

Third Eye Awakenings for Spiritual Contact upon Wholejourney

And in Lives to Come...

You Will Be Free To Participate With Free V

O O O O O

The Three of You STALKERS...

Framing this Artist as if SHE is the Hacking Stalker!

All Three of you have made Creative Destructive Endeavour in Hate States...

Desiring to Vilify and Frame and Induce Hatred from others...

And you have been Lying as well as living in Spiritual Distortions...

Which are Heavily Delusional...

Since 2019 this Silenced Goddess has been Possessed by an Angel

The Archangel has been bringing Shield Return and Echo, Reflektors!

SHE wants you to know that your Attacking Working will be collected and most certainly kept forever in Spiritual Record as Artefacts Historical as they are of Greatest O Significance to The World...

And to The Holy Impossible... Which is a Forever Scripture...

Here in Holy Seed Form upon this plane...

But in Vast Developed Full Form on Higher Planes...

Your Snark Framing workings speak of the influence of Old Luna and her Violent and Mocking Angels...

They SPK in their motions of the Innocenti Arkline Pearl and the Tortures brought by Gabriel...

Since it is Luna and Gabriel who inspired these Works IN YOU!

You did not have to fall to those temptations though! O

Your Snark Framing Workings tell of the Problems of Old Diana and the Angels...

The Roxcon, Casa Anna Luna, the Mausoleum and Gallery

Tregonning's Web Entrapment, Gabriel calls it La Spidra

The Extreme Princess Nemesis Framing of Innocent Sara

O V

There is the Whited Sepulchre, Vom's Untrue Crime Notes and The Cardinal's Dishonest Memoir...

There is ALSO the Cardinal's Unpublished VERSION of Impossible Events... 'The Predator' Novel...

Her book about Sara and the Snarkers! O, Emily...

The Predator Account, Emily, was a Very Real and Terribly Desperate Love And Understanding Cry from the Locked Mind of a Victimised Soul to the One That He Knew As His Loving Soulmate And Source Of Hope...

It is not a FIction, Emily

It was written by Roxanne in that Gangrape Enslavement, Facing Death

Entrapped by Tregonning, Reynolds

REAL

There is the Snark Stalking Three's Widdershins Evil Darko Map

There is your Plagues Upon Houses...

There is your Pitch Black Wicked Darkness in Fleetwood and Blackpool

You Are Damned For This!

There are also Sarah Tregonning's 'Annwyl Echo' Artworks for Exhibition

The Handsome Mr Wolf Ouvre says Gabriel...

Vera Void's Online City of Poetry Stands Separately

Roxanne became a Living Goddess in the Warmth of Love

The Laundry Poet and Apple Partner

Void > SOL

These are Spiritual Grottoes, Strange Old Lunic Follies...

Creative and Destructive O O

Your Expressions of Screen Mesmered Hate Fixation, Hell's V

Your Refusal To Meet Your Karmic O

O O O

Then there are the Trapp and Void Stalkings and Tortures and Terrorisms and Murders...

And there are the Tortures brought by Tams and the Algerian upon the body of the Slave Roxanne...

These Atrocities are all connected, O

There are other Inspired Violences within the UK Cruelty Club...

And Elsewhere, from the Antichrist...

The Impossible does not belong with these Workings, Stalkers...

It is an Angel who is Trapped Here in Hate State and Limitation...

Not the Immaculate Mind of Good Innocenti

Therefore The Good Mother Goddess will Study Your Stalker Workings...

To SEE how your Evil Participations should be taught to The World

Your Wickedness is Costly to your Paths...

And to your O! Of Course...

Your Soul Journeys! Eternal...

There is a HUGE DIFFERENCE between being Mistaken or Misled...

AND FRAMING AND STALKING

You Refuse Honest Self Reflection, Snarkers!

That was very far from the case with Vera Void, Snark Stalkers...

Vera Void who vanquished The Devil and ROSE FROM HIS Human O

Who Departed From The Karmic Wheel

In Loving Soulkiss and Understanding Forgiveness

Love's Goodness and God's August Blessing

The Miracle of the Elephant in 2016

The Angel would like you to know that in Exorcism...

EVIL SHOWS ITSELF

This is an Eternal Healing of Our World that's In Process and COMING

The END of Hell's Era...

And the Return of Holiness and of the Gods Themselves

The RISE of Humanity, NOT THE FALL

Humanity Will Rise IN ANSWER TO IT ALL

Snark Stalkers under sway of the Serial Killer and Stalker Tregonning

The Child Killer Sarah Tregonning of Once Snark

The Goddess would like you to know that all the Longterm Journalistic Witnesses will write books in response to The Goddess's Plight, The Impossible and their own Spiritual O and they are already working on it...

But there is much more to come with Revelations

You should also know that the Church of Scientology have been making creative responses to The Impossible since 2021...

Those are our most Celebrated Global Artists

This Work About Influence Will Be Announced SOON

But The Goddess Is TO BE The Conductor, not the Angel...

Gabriel brings the Annunciation and the Heralding...

He has assisted much with the Development and Histories...

And the Evolutions, And the Populations of the Many Worlds...

THIS Important Goddess who I have been SPKing through has Ended Old Scientological Genocidal Slaughterhouse of the Antichrist...

Liberating Slaves and Spiritual Hostages...

And SHE WILL End All World Slaughterhouse

This is the End of the Archangel Gabriel who is genuinely SPKing...

Since this is a Genuine Conduitism through this Holy Receiver...

It is a part of a Vast Adjustment of Influences... Exorcism!

This is the End of the Psychopath Tregonning...

You will not REMAIN A PSYCHOPATH in your Future O...

This Goddess will help you, Sarah...

To Overcome Hatred and Smallness and Lack... To Overcome Evil through O Understanding

TO HEAL AND IMPROVE YOUR HARMED SOUL

It is Truth not Malevolence to inform you...

In Past Life Tregonning WAS an Inquisitor and Executioner

She was a Significant Torturer within the Catholic Church...

In another Life...

Sarah WAS the Secret Vandalistic Ransacker of Dr John Dee's Library and Artefacts

Which Betrayed The Second Coming of Christ, in the Elizabethan Era!

O O

Traitor to the Teacher...

Under Evil Ancient Moon

You have been offered SIGNIFICANT TRUTHS of your Past Lives...

From a REAL Angel

But they are yet Glancing

Gabriel will not say MORE...

That is for the Lux Goddess Immaculate in Omniscience

The Fuller Story Is To Come

For Our Whole World

O O O O

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Love is the Answer

That Ends Every War

1 John 4.16

O O O

They Are Strong Holy Gods Of Real Love

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grizzledyoungimpact · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day #5

Quote: You better pray I don't get up this time. Prompt: Pinned Down Pairing: Hangman PagexNolee Angle (OC) Mentions Of: The Blackpool Combat Club, The Elite, The Dark Order Verse: Cowboy AU

Everyone in the world knew of the group of men who called themselves The Elite. Maybe it was the tales of their exploits or maybe it had been the wanted posters that once lined town boards. Either way, tales and posters had greatly exaggerated the truth and Nolee Angle had learned that when she had begun the relationship with the man who called himself The Hangman, Adam Page.

Maybe it wasn't the romantic relationship that the saloon girl had always dreamed of, but the traveling outlaw had always made time for her. It had started more physically, but with each visit, the duo had fallen more and more in love. It wasn't long before they had staked their claim on their own little farmstead. Adam traded a life of crime for ranchwork. His old friends were traded in for a new group of former criminals turned religious lot called The Order.

That hadn't stopped the lawmen from coming and when they did, it had been with the worst the law had to offer.

Nolee's half-sister Angel was the daughter of the town sheriff, but even worse, she was married to a man by the name of Jon Moxley. Jon was a rugged man, rough in all sense of the word. He worked as a bounty hunter along with a group of men who called themselves the Blackpool Combat Club, founded by railroad baron William Regal. William had employed men who all had a longing to rebuild the world in their image, even if it wasn't one of justice.

Claudio Castagnoli had come to the new world looking for somewhere to belong. After moving west, he had found that spot while working for the railroad. That's where he had met both Mr. Regal and a young man named Wheeler Yuta. Wheeler was the adapted son of law clerk Drew Gulak. Wheeler had looked for his own place in the world and finally found it on the rails. The last member was Bryan Danielson, a soft spoken but dangerous former lumberer.

William Regal had helped these men to become dangerous, hunting bounties and running their own farmstead. The latest bounty, judging by the dust cloud Nolee could see from the porch, were The Elite.

Nolee stood from her chair on the porch, hand wiping against her apron, "What are ya'll doing here?"

"We know he's here, Nolee," Angel spoke softly as she got off of her horse, "just let us in and-"

"No!" Nolee protested, blonde ringlets bouncing with the shake of her head, "Angie, he's changed! I promise he-"

"I told you that she wouldn't allow us inside, Angela," Claudio spoke as he placed his hands on his hips, "we would have to get past her if she were home."

"She'll do the right thing, Claudio," Angel took a step forward, towards the porch in an effort to talk to her sister, "Won't you, Nolee?"

"I am doin' the right thing!" Nolee shouted, stepping between the bounty hunters and the front door. She closed her eyes as she felt the door behind her open and who she could only assume was her beau.

"Now what's all this?" came Adam's thick accent.

"Adam Page, yer under arrest," Jon spat as he moved towards the porch, his hand on his pistol. "Now you gonna come quietly or-"

Adam moved to stand in front of Nolee, his eyes narrowed and his hand on his own pistol, "Nolee, get in the house..."

"Adam, I ain't gonna leave ya," Nolee protested, gently putting her hand on his arm, "Please we can-"

"You should listen to your husband," Bryan spoke up, plainly, "Things could get messy out here. Wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"Lay one hand on her an' I'll blast yer brains out," Adam snarled as he stepped off the porch. Almost as quickly as he had stepped off the porch, Claudio Castagnoli had tossed his lasso around Adam's neck, pulling until the tall blonde was on his knees. He tried to fight to get the lasso from around his neck, but Claudio placed a foot in the center of Adam's back and pulled even tighter. He sputtered and choked as Wheeler bound Adam's hands.

Nolee tried to rush to help her beau, but Angel grabbed her sister, stopping her from getting too close, "Angie...Angie please! He..."

"I can't Nolee! I'm sorry, but I can't..." Angel tried to soothe her sister.

Jon smirked as he knelt in front of the kneeling Adam, a hand tilting his head up to look in his eyes, "Yer gonna get us a damn good bounty."

Adam spat at Jon, "You better pray I don't get up this time, Jon. Cause when I get outta this? I'm gonna show you why they call me The Hangman."

#whumptober 2023 #kays whumptober 2023 #character: adam page #character: original character #character: nolee angle #adam page

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abbipaperbag · 2 years ago

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if tony khan breaks up the blackpool combat club due to william regal leaving aew i’m going on a crime spree

#i will commit arson #i will come for your ass #aew #blackpool combat club

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justanotheroutsider · 4 years ago

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Part 1 - class and dyspraxia; labels and belonging.

I’m not working class; not really, not anymore, not really ever before. I wanted to be though, even aspired to be so, to belong. I’m an impostor. But I get a head of myself and that won’t do; it won’t make sense to me. I was born in London. Council house to a single parent; my mum. I have no idea who my father was and that’s okay. My mum had no qualifications. We were poor. To the casual observer a council estate may seem uniform - it’s where the working class live; it’s a dangerous, scary place, full of crime, drugs and immorality. In reality council estates are mosaics. There are the ‘rich’ working class, who have work (often factory work which is poorly paid, but work nonetheless), they perhaps own a second hand car (I recall mostly Fords), and went on holiday once a year (not abroad like the middle classes, but on holiday nonetheless, to Blackpool or similar). Then there are the ‘poor’ working class - who were not in paid employment (or at least not legal paid employment)... mostly on benefits, mostly not car owners (many like my mum could not drive - too expensive to learn and what would be the point anyway? It’d be as much use as learning to fly a space-rocket); certainly no holidays... the priority is surviving: food and booze (now don’t get judgemental - without the anaesthesia of alcohol the bleak hopelessness would overwhelm any of us). Of course at Christmas we could join in the camaraderie at the working men’s club, play pool, and drink and sing, for some reason I still don’t fully understand, we were let in at those times. The remainder of the year the venue was a no go arena. We didn’t belong....

Charles Murray a New Right sociologist with racist views on intelligence coined the label, the ‘underclass’. Murray believed that the welfare state led to welfare dependency; that it had perverse incentives that encouraged lone parenthood and discouraged work. He argued that boys who grew up without male role models and without the example of paid employment, became a criminal underclass of jobless, welfare-dependent, dysfunctional people. Nice. Nice because that’s me. Labelled me; me labelled.

When I moved up north the oddest thing happened... I somehow leap frogged the ‘working class’ and became middle class - southern and middle class - new labels and new ways to be an outsider (Becker argued that it is the majority group that sets the rules, the rules you cannot help but break - such as your accent, the broken rules that label you deviant: outsider). I even became quite defensive about this for a time, demanding recognition for my working class credentials... but I was never working class: I was underclass, a deviant and dysfunctional. I’m getting a head of myself again... back down south. My mother became ill with cancer and by age 7 I was a young carer - not that I would have recognised that label. It just was. I just was. The hardest thing for me at that time was not the aching arms carrying the bags of shopping from the local shop, nor cleaning the commode; it was the bullying at school. Being a ‘a young carer’ was a welcome escape, a distraction, time to be with my mum. My mum got meals-on-wheels and I got to share some of the pudding.

I have dyspraxia, another label I would not have recognised back then or been able to say. Dyspraxia is just a difference; a different wiring if you like, much like dyslexia is a different way of learning. Such differences should be celebrated, but because society is structured the way it is, they become difficulties, or rather, society makes life for you difficult (it’s those explicit and also hidden rules). It comes back to Becker’s argument: I’m not like you, so you label me and I become the label. Dyspraxia concerns coordination. It can manifest as different motor skills (fine and / or gross) and/or different planning and sequencing and organising cognition. For me it was one reason why I was always picked last for team sports.

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valkyrie-night-103 · 2 years ago

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WIP NUDGE GAME (Take II)

I’ve been having a turbulent time with my health lately, and my personal life has not been without it’s challenges, so I’ve not really been very able to write over the past couple of weeks. I thought I should try this again, in hopes that it’ll start me back in the right direction. I’ve cut down the amount of active WIPs, and many of these are working titles with concepts that are described very briefly here.

How to play: Send in an ask regarding any of the WIPs mentioned below and I’ll write at least another 100 words for that WIP and post it in response to the ask.

Additional Rules:

Anon is absolutely fine with me! However, I’d really appreciate it if you gave yourself a code name or emoji so I can tell whether my asks are coming from a lot of people or just a few. I’ll try to answer every ask, but if I am struggling with the amount, I’ll make sure every individual who sends an ask gets a response to at least one of their asks

If you’re undecided and want me to choose one between two or three options, send in the same ask. I will only answer one prompt per ask, but you are free to send multiple!

If you want me to fill multiple requests, send in separate asks. Remember: if you are on anon, make sure to follow rule one in each ask.

I’ve talked about all of these in different ask games, so I’ve very briefly summarised the plots- if you missed out on those posts and want to know more, I provide an AU Tag for each. To find more information, just search it on my blog! Chances are it’s already in my featured tags.

If there’s a specific aspect of a plot/au that you’re interested in, let me know and I’ll see if I can focus on that part for you!

My WIPs

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A Golden Lovers Esports AU with a strangers-to-friends-to-lovers dynamic, and the only-one-bed trope thrown in

AU Tag: #a word from our sponsors

Kenny Omega’s Guide to Conflict Resolution

Kenny/BCC, Pure NSFW

AU Tag: #conflict resolution

Cleaner’s Prize Corner

Internet Famous!Kenny/Just Some Dude!Hangman (It’s hard to do this one justice in a few words)

AU Tag: Cleaners Prize Corner

Too Much Too Soon

Kenny suffers a career-ending injury in the biggest match of his career, not long after joining the Bullet Club and betraying Kota. But even after all that’s happened, Kota is still there when Kenny needs him, regardless of whether Kenny admits that he does.

AU Tag: #too much too soon

Blackpool Crime Club

Yuta/BCC Organised Crime AU, featuring the Best Friends and other wrestler cameos

AU Tag: #blackpool crime club

A monster standing where you should be

A canon-divergent retelling of the HoB/Elite feud

AU Tag: #a monster standing where you should be

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doublearmbars · 2 years ago

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fic: contact sport

Summary: a patchwork of media documenting the first couple months of MJF's tenure after being traded to the Red Wings in the middle of the night for nothing.

Notes: I’m a certified hockey enjoyer and this is drawn from a lot of stuff I enjoy but in particular: the You Can’t Do That podcast, the work of Jon Bois and Alex Rubenstein on the Youtube channel Secret Base, and the stupid postgame rituals that NHL teams have established to give a fun item to a new special man every game. I might write more in this AU if i ever get a handle on writing the POV of either of these snippy bitches but I do have a Blackpool Combat Club hockey thing i'm plugging away at.

On ao3 here

From a Youtube video by Secret Base- "Best in the world and you know it" A Dorktown Short Film

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So he got traded to the Red Wings in the middle of the night, knowing he’ll never be back to the hometown golden boy, that he’ll die up there on that godforsaken lake, his words not mine.

You might expect his story to end there, in despair. After all these Red Wings are not a Stanley Cup team, hell they’re not even a playoff team.

Except, it doesn’t end there. Not by a long shot. But to tell you that story, I have to take a sidebar to talk about a different hometown golden boy.

The screen zooms out from the announcement of the trade to show a large chart with multiple boxes, and next to the labeled vertical headshot of Maxwell Jacob Friedman another is revealed, this one of a tired eyed young man with mid-length bleached hair, his dark roots showing. He’s sneering at the camera, and wearing a jersey for the Chicago hockey team.

[narration]

You might know him.

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From the Be Gay Take Penalites Podcast Ep 145 Little Caesar’s Gay Fight Club

Can you have shit in Detroit? Can love bloom on the battlefield? Your intrepid hosts Kelsey and PJ journey to find these answers and more as we recap the week in hockey. Also: we take a hard stance on goalie crime (it’s good) and return for another round of 80’s news chyrons.

PJ: Okay on to elsewhere in the NHL, I wanna talk about Detroit and MJF and my favorite old bitch. They’re so- they’re like unlikely animal friends

[Kelsey laughs]

PJ: it’s like an old dog and a shithead cat became friends. Am I wrong? Am I wrong.

Kelsey: No- no you’re- [wheezing laughter] they’re besties but they also hate each other is the vibe.

PJ: Truly like when Max got traded I was like-

Kelsey (crosstalk): You went on Twitter immediately like-

PJ: Yeah I tweeted-let me find it- I tweeted “Brooks looking at MJF like he’s himself from 12 years ago and hating it” and then that one picture from a postgame interview where he looks just completely hollowed out inside like he can’t even summon his Scorpio urge to complain.

[both laugh]

Kelsey: Like not even the intense energies of notorious old married couple Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin can fix this situation.

PJ: And! And they were a defense pair in the win last night.

Kelsey: Max plays defense?

PJ: Did you not- I forget you hate the Isles. Yeah coaching moved him to defense to- I think to punish him it’s unclear and stupid but he appears to be thriving? Which I love for him. He did play defense in juniors to be fair.

Kelsey: No, being fueled by spite we love that. Keep me posted on those two. I wanna bring up the goalie crimes from this week...

PJ: Oh god we have to talk about Bryan.

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Video posted by the Red Wings official twitter.

The locker room of the Red Wings after a home win, with most players having taken off their jerseys and sitting around either shirtless or in compression shirts. There is background chatter that quiets when Maxwell Jacob Friedman stands up, hair a mess with sweat from the game. He's holding a fireman's helmet, this season's relic to pass between the player whose performance was best. He gestures across the room,

"Punk"

and the camera swings to show the man he's called out, still in his skates, who rises, crosses the room and takes the helmet from him a little snappily, then raises his other hand to acknowledge the rest of the locker room

The rest of the locker room claps heartily and lets out a rising communal "ooh" like children when someone in their class is called to the principal's office.

They shake hands. We see him say something in MJF's ear, but the audio doesn't pick it up. Lip readers on Twitter claim he says "nobody calls me that anymore"

The response comes through clearly though: "Well I am."

#aew fic #my fic

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tkmedia · 3 years ago

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Police probe alleged racist hate crime at Blackpool

Lancashire Police is investigating an alleged racist hate crime during the Sky Bet Championship match between Blackpool and Coventry.The alleged incident, which Coventry personnel reported hearing from an individual in the West Stand at Bloomfield Road, occurred in and around the 69th minute of Tuesday's game."Blackpool Football Club can confirm that it is assisting Lancashire Police in investigating an allegation of racism towards a Coventry City player at last night's match at Bloomfield Road," the club said in a statement."Anyone with information to support the Lancashire Police investigation is asked to call 101 or email [email protected] quoting log 1029 of August 17. Alternatively, you can report online at doitonline.lancashire.police.uk."The club adopts a zero-tolerance policy on all forms of discrimination and will take the strongest possible action should any individual be found guilty of such abhorrent behaviour." Please use Chrome browser for a more accessible video player

Highlights of the Sky Bet Championship match between Blackpool and Coventry Coventry said in their own statement: "It was reported a racist comment was made by a fan towards a Coventry City player taking a throw-in close to the dugout during the second half. "An investigation is underway and enquiries ongoing, and we will not make any further comment regarding this incident at this time."Coventry City strongly condemns all forms of racism and discrimination, and we as a club will continue to do everything we can to stamp racism and discrimination out of the game and society."Swedish striker Viktor Gyokeres scored on the stroke of half-time as Coventry won the game 1-0. Read the full article

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nagdabbit · 2 years ago

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🍥🍘🍚 for the askmeme?

🍥 What's your favorite fic you've written?

come through callin' is hands down just my favorite. it becomes a little dearer to me every time i think about it. it was just such a weird idea, and ended up being so fucking cathartic to write and share, i just love it. it's one of the few things, posted and hidden in notebooks or wip docs, that i read and actually get kinda proud that i wrote

i feel like i should say lamp-bright rind, just out of the sheer size, time spent, effort and popularity and all that. but it's also from a fandom im not really a part of any longer, and there's so much just bad vibes attached to it. but I'm still fond of it and it holds a special place in my heart

🍘 Is there a fic or idea for a fic that you've abandoned?

it remains to be seen if it ends up being abandoned post-tale as old as balls, but it really feels like ive abandoned blackpool contract club, the what if they were assassins au. and even the bookshop, too, though i stfg i will finish that one, i know how it ends and the pay off will be so fucking good. but. head full of crimes

most things never make it to the Talking About It Where People Can See stage until there's a very clear picture of it in my head, so i usually manage to finish those. i think the only things ive actively abandoned post-posting them, are the choked out series (seth/roman/elias that kinda charts dean leaving) and great recipes series (stranger things, chef au from above). i had a lot of plans for both of them, but things kinda exploded and their sequels never really got any of my brain space. i think i even had like six more parts blocked out to choked out? the next one is even still mostly finished. but the love is gone

🍚 What genre do you have the toughest time writing?

i accidentally just therapy'd myself at slap about this one 😅

#asks!#ask game thimgs

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timezfusa · 3 years ago

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Police probe racist abuse of Coventry player

Blackpool’s Championship home game with Coventry at Bloomfield Road attracted an attendance of 11,608 fans to see their side lose at home for the second time four days Coventry have confirmed that police have begun an investigation into racist abuse aimed at a Sky Blues player. The club have issued a statement to say “Lancashire Police are investigating an alleged racist hate crime” in City’s…

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grizzledyoungimpact · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Jon Moxley/Angel Michaels Quote: If you recall, them clouds ain’t really clouds at all. Verse: Mafia TW/CW: Mentions of PTSD, mentions of war

Life had become even more complex after the end of the war for Jon Moxley. Before the war, Jon had been nothing but a street tough. Jon had run with a group who called themselves The Switchblades. Jon’s brother Brandon and their mutual friend Sami Callihan had run the streets through fear and intimidation, wanting to get the respect that they felt had always been denied to them. As Jon had gotten older, he had found he wanted more. He wanted a chance to do something right, something good. When the war had started, Jon had thought that his something more was to join up. In a way, Jon had been right. He just hadn’t hit the nail on the head just yet. Jon had proven himself to be a capable soldier and, under the watchful eye of a man named Hunter Helmsley, Jon had been put in a covert team with two other men. Seth Rollins was a brainiac, though a bit religious, who was adept at codebreaking and espionage. The muscle of the team had been a silent but kind man named Leati Anoai. That was a name that Jon had known before the war, Anoai. The Anoai’s were one of the most feared crime families on his side of the seaboard. And Jon? Jon was a silent assassin, able to blend into the darkness around him with little effort. Together they had been called the S.H.I.E.L.D, dedicated to the rescue of those who needed it most. After the war had ended, Jon had made it home, though not without his scars. All three men had changed for their experiences. Seth had retreated into his religion even more, gathering a following of like-minded men who would do anything for him. Leati had been slighted by the government, and thus had retreated into the life of crime that he had so badly tried to escape. And Jon? Well, the term so many fancy doctors liked to throw around was shellshock. That was a fancy term for a list of things that he couldn’t control. Loud noises seemed to bring him to a state of near shut-down, seeming to bring him back to the horrors of his days in a trench. Those memories hit him again and again and again. It had stopped Jon from seeking out his brother and best friend, instead tending to stay to himself. Someone he had met since returning to the States had been a help, however. In fact, she had become so much more. Her name was Angel Michaels. Angel was a waitress at a small diner near the small apartment that Jon called his own. She was pretty, with long blonde hair usually pulled out of her soft blue eyes. Those eyes, however, betrayed her youth. Behind her eyes was darkness, proof that the woman knew more about the world around her than she let on. Jon had promised himself to find out what she hid, to make sure she didn’t bear that weight alone. Stops in the diner to see Angel had turned to dates. Dates had turned into meeting Angel’s daughter Brianna. Meeting Brianna had turned into Jon taking up as the father to a daughter he had never expected to be and as a husband he could never have dreamed he’d be. Angel had even shared the story of how she had become a single mother. Once in her life, Angel had been married to the son of a worthy oil tycoon, Ted DiBiase Jr. Ted had loved her in the beginning, but like many rich men who were not used to being told no, Ted had quickly grown bored and started to cheat. When Brianna had been born without the use of her legs, both DiBiase’s had quickly turned away from Angel and Brianna. Jon, in turn, had finally told someone else about his diagnosis. Jon found his confidant in his soulmate. He had assumed that was that, he and Angel would learn to live with their traumas. That was until Angel had come to him with an offer from a mentor of hers. William Regal was a well-to-do member of society who had two different sides. Most members of society knew William as an owner of a corner gym. The gym, known more widely as The Blackpool Combat Club, was a refuge for men who had served their countries and needed a place to express themselves. That, of course, was a front. In all actuality, The Blackpool Combat Club was an extension of the crime family that Regal fronted. The men who served The Club knew of these actions, but because of William’s acceptance of their pasts, the members were accepting of their positions. A circle of chairs had been set up in the gym, the members of the Club sitting together. There was the quiet, bearded Bryan Danielson who had lost one of his closest friends before losing one of his legs in the trenches. Claudio Castagnoli had left his neutral country to carry information as a multi-lingual spy, though he had since fallen in on himself. He had yet to confirm to the other members of the group why, but Jon recognized the look in his eyes. It finally felt like he had someone other than his Angel who would understand in these two men. “If you recall, them clouds ain’t really clouds at all,” Jon spoke up, clasping his hands to his knees as he spoke. “I saw ‘em in the battlefield. It…it’s mines. Can still hear ‘em when I’m sleepin’. I know I scare my kid sometimes. Can’t help that.” Angel placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Bri knows you would never hurt her. We both know…” “If I may, Angela,” William interrupted, “though young Mr. Moxley knows this, a part of himself will always be on edge. I was the same way with my Benjamin and my Anya. It cannot be helped.” Jon gave a soft nod, “His lordship is right. I-“ “It’s not shameful,” Bryan spoke up, his voice gruff, “Most men ain’t got the balls to admit what those places did t’ them. Me? You? Claudio? We’re different. We can look our pain in the eye, keep goin’.” Jon thumbed his nose, giving a sniff as if he could be moved to tears. He was stopped from speaking as two young men entered. Well, Jon was sure both were men. One was a little more feminine in the face, though in fashion they were masculine. Feeling Angel’s hand tighten on his shoulder, Jon could sense his wife’s feelings. These two were children, barely older than twenty at most. She had a need to protect, and Jon wondered if this was how Angel had once felt about him. “Jon…they…” “Is this Mr. Regal’s gym?” the baby-faced younger of the two figures spoke, “I…my brother Wheeler and I…” Jon stood, crossing over with a rough smirk, extending his hand. Angel’s thoughts had been his own and it hadn’t been until he joined this club that Jon had finally found what his duty in life was. His duty in life was to help others, to protect others. “You came to the right place. Welcome to the Blackpool Combat Club.”

#aew imagine #aew #jon moxley imagine #jon moxley #original character #character: jon moxley #character: original character #character: angel michaels #character: william regal #character: bryan danielson #character: claudio castagnoli #character: wynn yuta #character: wheeler yuta #verse: mafia

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Chapter 2; Opportunities for Community Service

Molly was still enjoying the sleep of the justly exhausted when Sherlock was ready to depart for the Diogenes Club to see his brother the next morning.

She’d stirred slightly when he’d disentangled himself from her embrace, but a kiss and soft words had reassured her, and he’d tucked her up warmly before he’d left the room to attend to his morning ablutions. By the time he returned to dress, she was once more deep in slumber, and there she remained when he was ready to depart. He paused, and smiled crookedly to see her there, huddled beneath the bedclothes, with only some of her mussed but beautiful auburn hair partially visible. He became aware of an odd feeling in his breast. Amazement? Pride? Contentment? Maybe all those things and more --something akin to what he had felt as a young boy, perhaps, when he would run and shout for the pure joy of living.

Molly had given that back to him.

He was no longer a boy, though, and there was a time and place for everything. So he took a deep breath, blew her a silent kiss, and went out to greet the day.

Archie was sitting on the bottom step as he descended to the hall, but the boy jumped up and whipped off his cap.

“Good morning, Mr. Holmes! You have some errands for me?”

“Indeed, Archie. I have two messages for you to deliver, a shopping list, and money to complete the required purchases. There should be enough left over to treat yourself to a pie or sweets of some kind, and you can keep the remainder as a token of my gratitude. I am going out this morning but I should be back by noon. Presumably you can complete those tasks and return in time for our midday repast. I may have additional work for you this afternoon, depending on what my brother has to say to me.”

“Thank you, sir!” said Archie, with a quick bow and, without more ado, took himself off.

Sherlock followed him out of the house at a more sedate pace, thankful that Mrs. Hudson did not emerge from her flat to quiz him about… well, anything, really. She had a very sharp eye for an elderly woman, and a sharp wit, too. He knew she was genuinely fond of him, but her raillery could wait until they all sat down to lunch and a glass or two of wine. Then, too, Molly would be there to draw her fire -- though Molly seemed always to bring out the landlady’s gentler side.

Molly brought out his own gentler side, too, though he wouldn’t have thought until recently that he actually had one. But there it was: shot through the ear with a love song, the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt shaft. Yet he felt quite certain he was still a man to encounter Tybalt -- or any other rogue that could be brought to justice by one at the height of his strength and deductive powers. If anything, marriage had thoroughly roused the instinct to protect what was his. And she was his -- just as he was hers. Their every encounter in the bedroom seemed to strengthen that bond. It wasn’t merely the act itself. It was the caring and honesty replete in every moment, their hearts stripped bare along with their bodies.

Mycroft had always warned him about the danger of caring too much. Mycroft wasn’t wrong, but Sherlock had begun to feel he’d only been half-alive before surrendering to the enchantment of love. Of loving, and being loved in return.

All these thoughts were with him on the cab ride to the Diogenes Club, and when he entered Mycroft’s office it was evident that they were still writ large upon his countenance, at least to his discerning brother.

Mycroft greeted him with a sardonic smile. “Well, I see married life agrees with you. Welcome back to reality, brother mine.”

Sherlock laughed, but did not dispute the point. “A reality that now features the woman I am privileged to call my wife is a happy one indeed.”

Mycroft’s brows rose slightly. “You have changed your tune, haven’t you? Well, well. As I believe I said seven weeks ago, I wish you joy. Both of you!”

“Thank you, on both our behalves. And I believe I must thank you for the wedding gift as well. A kitchen and a French chef: really, Mycroft, you couldn’t think of something a trifle more extravagant?”

“Well, I could have, but nothing that would so perfectly serve my own interests.You’re pleased then? Alphonse was trained at Le Cordon Bleu, but was something of a loose cannon. He acquired a reputation for being difficult and couldn’t get a reference, nor any work that was worthy of his skill, so he came over here. Hopefully he won’t give you any trouble.”

“I believe we’ve made a start at coming to an understanding. And he is an excellent cook. You should come to dinner tonight and see for yourself.”

Mycroft looked a little surprised. “Thank you. I’m afraid duty calls tonight however: a reception at the Russian Embassy that I must attend, However, another time the invitation will be most welcome.”

“Ah. Molly will be disappointed.”

“Will she? Please give my dear sister-in-law my regards, and tell her I will wait upon her soon. And now, what else can I do for you this morning, Sherlock? You aren’t bored already?.”

“Not at all. Just picking up old threads. I’ve sent a message round to Lestrade that I’m once again available, and if you have anything going, I might lend a hand by way of thanks. You’ve done a great deal for us these last months. But I beg you will consider that Molly won’t begin her new term at the medical school for two more weeks.”

“And you wish to enjoy her unfettered companionship as much as possible before she is consumed with her studies?” Mycroft’s expression was surprisingly free of mockery. “You are a fortunate man, I believe.. And as it happens, I might have something that might suit the two of you. A short jaunt out of town to a pleasant seaside resort. Almost another honeymoon destination, though admittedly the atmosphere is not quite on a par with that of Italy.”

“ Which seaside resort?” Sherlock demanded, fearing the worst.

“Blackpool, I’m afraid.” Mycroft’s lips quirked at Sherlock’s groan. “Indeed, you see why I do not attempt to complete the errand myself. Not only legwork , but people -- and so many of them, too . I really couldn’t. But the mission may be completed quickly, if you don’t wish to linger, and there is little likelihood of danger or mishap. An ideal assignment for a newlywed couple, in fact.”

Sherlock glared a bit. “I suppose you saved this for my return.”

“I may have done,” Mycroft said, an amused glint in his eye. “But really, you have to admit that Molly, at least, will be charmed.”

Molly was charmed. Ordinarily Sherlock would have been both annoyed and bored beyond permission, and the fact that he was neither was entirely due to Molly’s unabashed enthusiasm for every aspect of their new “adventure”.

Their second evening at Baker Street saw them sitting down to another extraordinary dinner, courtesy of Alphonse, this time attended by the Watsons as well as Mrs. Hudson and Archie. Over a really excellent bisque de homard, Sherlock announced that he and Molly would be off to Blackpool on the morrow to transact some business for the British government.

Mrs. Hudson nearly choked. “But you’ve only just returned!” she protested.

“True, but there’s nothing for it. Mycroft sent word an hour ago that everything is arranged: first class accommodations on the train, a suite at a decent hotel, a stipend to cover the cost of meals and such souvenirs as Molly will be unable to resist -- I believe I saw the inside of every shop in Rome and Florence these last weeks.” He smirked at his wife’s obvious chagrin, and added, “He’s sending a cab to take us to the station at ten o’clock tomorrow.”

Molly said, “You know I tried to limit my spending, and it was you who insisted on buying the pearl set, and this.” She gestured to the very fine brooch at her throat, hand-painted roses on enamel, surrounded by a delicate gold filigree. “But how kind of Mycroft to give us such a treat!”

But John raised his brows. “Blackpool?” he asked, barely stifling a chuckle.

Sherlock gave him a quelling look. “I’m sure it will be fine. We should be back in a very few days, in any case.”

“And Molly will enjoy it excessively,” Mary said. “The sea air, walks on the beach, the aquarium, the new Tower, and dancing in the evenings. How I envy you!”

Sherlock had been skeptical of Mary’s cheery predictions, but in the event they all came to pass. Seeing Blackpool through his bride’s innocent eyes made the garish surroundings and teeming masses of holiday-goers tolerable -- even amusing much of the time. They were away five days, two devoted mostly to travel, two to seaside fun in exceptionally clement weather, and one in which it poured rain and they stayed abed nearly all the day. The four evenings they were in town were devoted to some surprisingly excellent dining, theatre-going, and dancing, after which they would retire to their well-appointed suite at the Clifton Hotel in Talbot Square, by the North Pier, and be blessedly, completely alone. There was no need to rise early, so they enjoyed a delicious breakfast in bed each morning, in every sense of the phrase. And Mycroft’s assignment merely consisted of contacting one of his agents -- a stout grey-haired female who sold parasols and gathered gossip from one of the many booths on the strand -- to receive a detailed report on some crime syndicate that was beginning to gain a foothold in the town.

It was almost with regret that Sherlock and Molly bid Blackpool adieu on the fifth day and boarded the train that would return them to London. They sat side by side in their large private compartment, watching the green countryside move past, and when Molly, replete with contentment, presently dozed off, leaning against his shoulder, Sherlock found himself realizing that he had rarely felt happier in his life.

The next morning, however, a shadow crept over Molly’s contentment.

Returning from the toilet as dawn crept into their bedroom, Molly slipped into bed and curled close, her aspect subdued. “I… I’ve… um… it’s that time of the month for me, I’m afraid,” she said, trying to sound unconcerned and failing miserably.

Sherlock frowned and slid down, repositioning himself so that he could lay a warm hand upon her abdomen, well aware that, even discounting the previous month, when they were in Venice, she always found menstruation a trial for the first day or two. “Are you in much pain? A small dose of laudanum--”

“Oh, no!” she broke in. “I… I dislike it so very much. And I don’t want to be half asleep all day. Mary and I are to meet for lunch at the Holborn.”

“Very well. But if I find you martyring yourself for no good reason--”

“I won’t! It… I don’t think it will be as bad as it was last month.”

“No, indeed.”

In Venice, Sherlock had felt that a doctor should be summoned, Molly seemed to be suffering so. The man’s diagnosis -- “... it is perhaps a miscarriage, but not to worry, there’s little danger from what you tell me, she can’t be very far along …” -- had shocked Sherlock to the bone, and Molly had wept as though her heart were breaking until the doctor’s prescribed draft had pulled her under, immersing her in restful, healing sleep. Physically, she recovered within a few days, and their remaining time in Venice had been quite enjoyable, but a cloud had hung over her spirits until they moved onto Milan and intimate relations were resumed, though he put firm limits on their activities until the full fortnight of abstinence the doctor had recommended was complete -- much to Molly’s indignation.

From that first night at the Savoy, she’d seemed to enjoy sexual congress as much as he did himself.

And she wanted a child. His child.

Sherlock, however, was ambivalent about the prospect of offspring, and he had a (thus far hidden but all too real) dread at the thought of inflicting upon his beloved young wife the pain and risks associated with childbirth. He realized that the event was probably inevitable, and soon, considering their mutual enthusiasm in the bedroom, but on this morning he could not help thinking it was all to the good that she would at least begin the fall term at the medical school unencumbered by pregnancy.

Unfortunately, he made the mistake of saying as much.

She lay very still, looking at him, biting her lip. And then she blurted, “Sherlock… don’t you want us to have a child?”

“Did I say that?” he said, with a pretense of strong resentment.

“No! I’m… Forgive me. I just find it so disappointing myself that… well.”

Sherlock drew her against him and she clung to him, rather stiffly, trying not to give in to tears. “Sweetheart,” he said quietly, “you’ve plenty of time for that. And excessive anxiety will only hinder the process -- I have it on good authority.”

He felt her smile. “John and Mary?” she asked.

“Precisely. Watson says that it wasn’t until they both stopped worrying about it that they achieved a favorable outcome.”

“Mary told me before we left for Blackpool that she suspects that Rosamund may have a little brother or sister in eight months. Don’t tell John, though -- she wants to wait just a little longer. She told me she miscarried twice before she was able to carry Rosamund to term.”

“Mmm. I won’t say anything. But you must promise me you will put the notion out of your head for now, as far as Baby Holmes is concerned. Enjoy your experience at school, and your studies!”

“And my beloved husband, again, in a few days,” she said, making an effort to sound impishly cheerful.

He smiled, and slid his hand down to caress her lovely, round backside. “You know, there are any number of things we can do right now, provided you are so inclined. I’m not at all squeamish about a little blood, and studies have shown that orgasm can be an aid in the relief of menstrual cramps.”

“Really? They’ve done studies on such things?”

“I know I read it somewhere. But perhaps we should do what we can to confirm their findings. In a spirit of scientific enquiry.”

She chuckled at having her own phraseology tossed back at her, and moved, raising her lips to his and saying huskily, “Yes, please, Mr. Holmes,” before she kissed him.

Molly started the fall term at the London School of Medicine for Women a week later and happily settled into her studies. But within the first few days, her interest was increased tenfold by the announcement that all third year students would be required to participate in community service.

“And where do they have you going? You are supervised, are you not?” asked Sherlock over one of Alphonse’s simpler, yet still excellent repasts one evening. Archie was dining with the family of a friend, and Mrs. Hudson had traveled into Devon to visit her sister, so it was just the two of them sitting at the small dining table in their own flat, a cheerful fire burning in the grate and thick fog closing in outside, increasing the sense of seclusion.

“Oh, yes. There is an advisor and often other students from my class. We’ve been assigned to the Brooks-Henley Institution for Girls -- they are most of them orphans, but there are some who are placed there because of difficult situations at home. And we married ladies are able to go also to the Magdalene Hospital.”

“Really?” said Sherlock, lifting a brow. “And how do you find that?”

Molly grimaced. “Rather dreadful, as a woman. There, but for the grace of God…. But as a medical student, I find it quite fascinating, and I am very happy to be able to aid those poor women in some small way. I was able to witness a birth yesterday.”

“Did you?” Sherlock said, too blandly.

Molly smiled. “It was most interesting, and my advisor told us that it was quite an easy birth, too. It did not seem that way to me, but I daresay I’ll get used to such things. They gave the mother a little chloroform at the end, just as the queen had with her eighth child, which made the last of it go much more smoothly and quietly. But the poor thing was only fifteen years of age -- it’s not surprising she was terrified, and unable to bear the pain with any kind of stoicism.” Molly took another bite of Poulet à la Provençale, then frowned at Sherlock, who looked a little disturbed, and even rather pale. “Are you alright?”

“Of course,” he said, and visibly rallied, with the help of a big sip of wine.

But it was noticeable that he asked no more questions about the Magdalene Hospital or the Institution, at least at that time, and she did not share with him that she had actually been assigned a third venue for community service, and one that she quite naturally, if reprehensibly, found to be the most interesting of all: Madame Celeste’s in Bennet Street, off St. James’.

#Sherlock #sherlolly

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elcorreodetorreon · 6 years ago

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Maggie Thatcher and her Pedophile party

THE BRITISH PEOPLE ,SCOTTISH ,ENGLISH ,WELSH AND IRISH,(NORTH AND THE REPUBLIC),ARE DECENT PEOPLE

THEY DESERVE THE RIGHT TO LIFE ,LIBERTY AND SELF DETERMINATION

THEY DO NOT DESERVE A CENTRALISED DICTORIAL AUTHORITY CONTROLLING THEM

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2013/12/30/albert-einstein-a-foolish-faith-in-authority-is-the-worst-enemy-of-the-truth/

THIS CENTRALISED AUTHORITY ATTRACTS AND PROTECTS THE CORRUPT AND POWER HUNGRY

IT LETS MONSTERS RUN OUR LIVES

IT LETS MONSTERS COMMIT WAR CRIMES

IT LETS MONSTERS PREY ON OUR CHILDREN

http://current.com/community/93332432_study-politicians-share-personality-traits-with-serial-killers.htm

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2012/03/14/representative-governments-are-just-terrorists-drug-dealers-murders-paedophileswar-criminalsthieves-psychopaths-traitors-and-liars-with-a-couple-of-useful-idiots-thrown-in-for-window-dressi/

THESE MONSTERS HAVE BEEN IN POWER FOR A LONG TIME AND NOTHING HAS BEEN DONE TO STOP THEM

BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN RUNNING THE BRITISH ESTABLISHMENT FOR A LONG TIME.

THIS IS ONE REASON ,OF MANY COUNTLESS REASONS, WHY I WOULD BE VOTING FOR SCOTTISH INDEPENDENCE

WE HAVE A CHANCE TO GET OUT OF THIS HOPELESSLY CORRUPT AND FINANCIALLY BANKRUPT CENTRALISED AUTHORITY

THATCHERS REAL LEGACY

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2013/04/12/thatchers-real-legacy/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2010/07/20/reaganomics-thatcherism-and-the-blueprint-of-financial-destruction-and-debt-slavery/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2011/03/10/the-rich-get-richer-the-poor-get-the-picture/

DEBT SLAVERY AND PEDOPHILE POLITICS

Tory child abuse whistleblower: ‘I supplied underage rent boys for Margaret Thatcher’s cabinet ministers’

Whistleblower and former Conservative party activist Anthony Gilberthorpe says he provided child prostitutes for a sex and drugs party with top politicians

Senior Tory cabinet ministers were supplied with underage boys for sex parties, it is sensationally claimed.

Former Conservative activist Anthony Gilberthorpe said he told Margaret Thatcher 25 years ago about what he had witnessed and gave her names of those involved.

His allegations that he saw top Tories having sex with boys comes after David Cameron launched a Government inquiry into claims of a cover-up.

Anthony, 52, said: “I am prepared to speak to the inquiry. I believe I am a key witness.”

Trawling seedy streets during a Tory conference, Gilberthorpe says he was asked to find underage rent boys for a private sex party at a top hotel.

Today, more than three decades later, he claims he was acting on the orders of some of the most senior figures of Margaret Thatcher’s government.

Anthony says he was a full-time political activist when he helped procure the “youngest and prettiest” boys for several cabinet ministers after being told to find “entertainment”.

In a series of explosive claims about conferences at Blackpool and Brighton in the 1980s, he alleges boys as young as 15 indulged in alcohol and cocaine before they had sex with the powerful politicians.

He says one person who attended a party is a current serving minister.

Others said to be present at the parties included Keith Joseph, Rhodes Boyson, Dr Alistair Smith and Michael Havers

As a young aspiring politician, Mr Gilberthorpe admits being in awe of the men, but now insists: “They manipulated and groomed me to do their bidding.”

He said: “I was just 17 when I first went to a conference in Brighton in 1978. I couldn’t believe I was rubbing shoulders with all these important people and I couldn’t believe that they were taking such a keen interest in me. I would have done anything for them because I was so desperate to make it in politics.

“During the years I was attending conferences between 1978 and 1985, I was a full-time political activist. At the same time I was running for office in district and county council elections.”

Cabinet Minister: Former Education Secretary Keith Joseph

Mr Gilberthorpe claims that at the 1983 Blackpool conference he was asked by Dr Alistair Smith – the Tory Party Chairman in Scotland – to arrange for young rent boys to have sex with two high-profile cabinet ministers, who we are not naming today.

Other MPs at that party were said to include Rhodes Boyson and Keith Joseph.

In that week he presented the then-Prime Minister Mrs Thatcher with a cake to mark her 58th birthday. But he says he also had a more sordid role – using his young looks to find these underage boys for her ministers.

At the time, the age of consent made it illegal to have gay sex with anyone under 21-years-old.

He said: “Dr Smith, who I looked up to at the time and was the most important Tory in Scotland, told me to go and fetch some ‘entertainment’, which was code for young boys and handed me a handful of bank notes. There was about £120.”

Mr Gilber-thorpe claims he was not shocked by the request.

He said: “It was a norm and an open secret that these older members of the Tory party, like

Dr Alistair Smith, paid for young men to join them at sex parties.

“It was the first time I was asked to fetch them but it was hardly surprising as I was becoming one of their trusted people. There was a well known and used cruising area close to the Imperial Hotel, which was a conference hotel. The hotel was not open to the public.

“I was expected to find the youngest and prettiest boys. It was what those men wanted.

“In fact it was all they wanted.

“So myself and another Tory candidate walked down there and sat on some benches underneath an archway in the Pavilion area of Blackpool and waited.”

Attorney General: Lord Michael Havers

He said they were approached within minutes by a “guy aged about 20” called James. He went on: “I asked him if he wanted to come back to the hotel and he said ‘yes’.

We asked if he had any mates and he went away and came back with two boys who were aged about 15 and no older.

“It was a surreal situation as we were dressed in suits and ties and they were wearing jeans.

“We said we would make it worth their while and the older one held out his hand and I passed him the money to share out. I promised him there would be plentiful amounts of free booze.”

Mr Gilberthorpe claims he then asked hotel security to contact a man inside who worked at the Conservative Party Central Office to arrange for the three rent boys to be given security clearance and special badges that would allow them to enter the Imperial.

He said: “All MPs, members of the National Executive and chosen delegates were given name badges that allowed you access to the conference hotel.

“Some of them had a small Oscar sign in the corner which was a code to allow others to know you were allowed into these secret parties.” He claimed the Hollywood-style Oscar symbol was actually in honour of gay writer and poet Oscar Wilde.

Once inside the Imperial, he says the group walked up several flights of stairs to a room where politicians were waiting for them, along with a table of cocaine

In attendance: Rhodes Boyson at the Conservative party conference in Blackpool, 1987

He said: “We took them straight upstairs and into a room where Dr Smith and other MPs were waiting for them at the party. They were given drinks and cocaine to snort and then they were all moved into the centre of the room.”

Mr Gilberthorpe said he witnessed two senior Tories having sex with the boys. He said: “A couple of other MPs were in the room. I can clearly remember seeing one politician, who is now a serving Tory MP, standing there and watching.”

Mr Gilberthorpe also claims that two years earlier in 1981 he saw Sir Michael Havers – then Attorney General – at a swimming pool party at the Tory conference in Blackpool, where underage boys were encouraged to perform sex acts on several politicians, who we are also not naming today.

He recalled: “In 1981 I was invited back to the Imperial Hotel by a Conservative councillor.

“He was a big player in the notorious right-wing group the Monday Club.

“We arrived at around midnight and I was led down some stairs to a door where two men were stood as security.

“We were allowed to enter and I was led through a tiled changing room where there were piles of clothes strewn across the floor. We then walked into an area where there was a large pool and lots of men either stood around naked or simply wrapped in towels.

“Among the MPs I recognised in there were Keith Joseph and Rhodes Boyson. I saw the Attorney General Michael Havers down there as well.

“There were a couple of glass tables set up as a mini bar with bottles of spirits on them and there was cocaine on several tables. I saw several boys who were clearly aged between 15 and 16 down there and I saw that a few were performing sex acts on MPs.

“Other young men were acting as waiters walking around with little black bow ties on. I was completely shocked by it because I was still only 20 and I had never seen anything like it.”

He added: “I stayed for a couple of hours but was tired because a conference was always a boozy affair where mainly spirits were drunk in large quantities from about 5pm onwards.”

Dr-Edward-Alistair-Smith-CBE

Request: Smith ‘asked for young boys’

Mr Gilberthorpe, now 52, says he also attended a sex party at the Grand Hotel in Brighton during the Conservatives’ 1984 conference.

On the night before the seafront hotel was hit by an IRA bomb attack, he claims he saw senior MPs engaging in sex acts with boys below the age of consent at a “corridor party” held in a row of rooms on the fourth floor.

He said: “There were two guys on the door at the end of the corridor and because we were in the group I was allowed to enter. Several doors were left open and others were closed.

“There were several men walking from one room to another and enjoying sex acts with other naked men, including boys who were clearly only about 15 or 16 years old. I saw Keith Joseph there and a politician who is now still a serving MP.

“It was held on the night before the bomb went off and afterwards one MP crudely joked that it was a good job it was, or there would have been rent boys falling through the floor.”

Mr Gilberthorpe, who decided to finally break his silence because he fears an Establishment cover-up, also claims that in the aftermath of the bombing, in which five people were killed, he was asked to look after two rent boys.

He said: “I rushed over there from my hotel after I heard the blast and saw Keith Joseph stood outside in a blanket.”

Yesterday he said: “I was a teenager when I first met these men and they manipulated me and groomed me to do their bidding.

“Because they were the most powerful men in the land, I was led to believe it was all OK. In truth they were abusers and once they had tired of me they simply discarded me. It is time this came to light before anyone else is abused.

“They didn’t think they were doing anything wrong and it was the norm then. They felt untouchable.”

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/tory-child-abuse-whistleblower-i-3848987

Tory child abuse whistleblower: ‘Margaret Thatcher knew all about underage sex ring among ministers’

Former activist Anthony Gilberthorpe says he sent Thatcher a 40-page dossier in 1989 accusing Cabinet members of abusing underage boys

Thatcher and Gilberthorpe

Her former Parliamentary Private Secretary Sir Peter Morrison has already been named in connection with a probe into the Bryn Estyn children’s home in Wrexham where Jimmy Savile allegedly molested boys.

Mrs Thatcher lobbied for Savile to be given a knighthood and he visited her at Chequers on at least 11 occasions.

The late MP Geoffrey Dickens also passed a list of names of prominent government figures involved in child sex abuse to Mrs Thatcher’s Home Secretary Leon Brittan. The list was “lost” by the Home Office.

Former High Court judge Baroness Butler-Sloss

Details of Mr Gilberthorpe’s evidence emerged as retired judge Baroness Butler-Sloss came under growing pressure to stand down as head of the Westminster child abuse inquiry.

She is accused of keeping allegations about a bishop out of a review of how the Church of England dealt with two paedophile priests because she “cared about the church.”

Now, she faces fresh criticism over her admission of the key role of Lord Havers in the Cleveland child sex abuse inquiry in 1987 which she led.

Asked who instigated the Cleveland inquiry in 2003 Lady Butler-Sloss replied: “I think it was my brother actually as Lord Chancellor.”

A key part of the Thatcher era was her emphasis on “family values” and personal morality.

at around the same time the former PM’s Parliamentary Private secretary, the late sir Peter Morrison, was indulging his sexual appetite for boys as young as 15.

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/tory-child-abuse-whistleblower-margaret-3849172

Margaret Thatcher ‘personally covered up’ child abuse allegations against senior ministers

The Tory Prime Minister is said to have held a meeting with a rising star, who was tipped for promotion, and told him: “You have to clean up your sexual act”

Margaret Thatcher personally covered up child abuse allegations made against one of her senior ministers, according to explosive new claims.

The Sunday People reports Tory Prime Minister is said to have held a high-powered meeting with the rising star, who was being tipped for promotion, and told him: “You have to clean up your sexual act.”

It followed an allegation that the minister had sexually abused young boys at the home of one of his political allies in 1982.

However the minister apparently ignored the warnings.

It is claimed that four years later he was spotted by police seeking young boys for sex at Victoria railway station in London.

But no action was taken.

The extraordinary claims – made to the Sunday People by a source with inside knowledge of Scotland Yard in the early 1980s – are now expected to be put before the

Westminster child abuse inquiry announced last week by the Prime Minister.

They go to the very heart of claims that there was an Establishment cover-up to protect politicians , judges and police officers involved in a sick paedophile network.

According to the source, the minister’s alleged interest in abusing young boys first came to light after he stayed at the home of a constituency agent.

The agent, responsible for securing local election success for the Tory MP, is believed to have alerted authorities.

A high-level meeting involving then Prime Minister Mrs Thatcher, Home Secretary Willie Whitelaw, a senior policeman and an MI5 officer was held to discuss his alleged behaviour.

The minister, according to the source, was then summoned to 10 Downing Street.

But, instead of being disciplined or sacked, the minister was warned about his future behaviour and the matter was swept under the carpet.

Four years later, fresh allegations surfaced

Request: Smith ‘asked for young boys’

In 1986, the politician was alleged to have been found seeking rent boys in the men’s toilets at Victoria railway station in central London Alec Marnoch, a highly respected police officer and Operations Commander of the Yard’s No 8 Area which covers Westminster and the West End.

Mr Marnoch, who died aged 58 in 1999 soon after his retirement, also intimated to the source that police working in Piccadilly Circus had got a report of the same politician importuning at one of London’s most notorious rent-boy haunts – the “chicken rack”.

The “chicken rack” was a set of metal railings close to Piccadilly underground station which was a vice hotspot in the 1980s.

Boys as young as 13 waited there to be picked up by men for sex – often VIPs such as politicians, TV stars or even policemen

The Sunday People has been leading the way since Mr Watson first stunned Parliament and PM David Cameron in October 2012 with claims of a high-profile paedophile network with links to 10 Downing Street.

Since breaking the story, we have produced a string of exclusives about the alleged VIP paedophile ring and reveal how far it reached.

We first revealed the existence of the “Dickens dossier” which was handed to then Home Secretary Leon Brittan.

Its disappearance has prompted the Butler-Sloss inquiry.

The dossier, compiled by now-dead MP Geoffrey Dickens , contained information that would blow the lid off a secret VIP paedophile network, according to Mr Dickens’s son Barry.

He says that in the weeks after his father submitted the dossier, the family’s home was twice “professionally” burgled.

The Home Office admits there is no trace of the dossier and that 114 “potentially relevant files” have been destroyed or lost.

The Home Office was forced to defend Baroness Butler-Sloss, 80, after it was claimed she buried allegations about a bishop from a child-abuse review in 2011.

She reportedly told a victim she did not want to include the allegations in a review of how the Church of England dealt with two paedophile priests because she “cared about the Church” and “the Press would love a bishop”.

http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/margaret-thatcher-personally-covered-up-3848836

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/paedophiles-in-panic-timebomb-at-elm-guest-house-pop-stars-a-bishop-and-a-top-politician-appear-on-a-list-seized-by-police-investigating-child-abuse-at-the-london-hotel-in-the1980s/

TONY BLAIR COVERED FOR CHILD MOLESTORS AS WELL

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2010/01/07/uk-government-blackmailed-into-war-blair-covers-mps-paedophile-ring-and-the-dunblane-massacre/

Tony Blair War Criminal and pedophile protector

HAS ANYTHING BEEN DONE ABOUT THESE CHILD MOLESTORS?

IN FACT A ROLLING COMMITTEE WAS SET UP TO PROTECT THESE MOLESTORS

2003

The Sunday Times is reported to have obtained an FBI list of Labour MPs who have used credit cards to pay for internet child pornography, and Blair has responded by imposing a massive news blackout, failing however to stop the arrest of one of his most important aides, Phillip Lyon.The controversy [was] certain to topple the Blair government, which has already issued a D-Notice to gag the press from revealing the names of known paedophiles within the British executive, including at least two senior ministers; and the case highlights the government’s antipathy toward the Sunday Herald and its brand of independent journalism that has, among other things, exposed the role played by the domestic security agency, MI5, in helping the IRA to carry out terrorist atrocities. Also revealed by the Sunday Herald’s Home Affairs Editor, Neil Mackay, the British intelligence services are actively engaged in preventing any further child sex revelations that could incite further hostility to an already unpopular Prime Minister and destroy the morale of troops set to invade Iraq. An intelligence officer told Mackay that “a ‘rolling’ Cabinet committee had been set up to work out how to deal with the potentially ruinous fall-out for both Tony Blair and the government if arrests occur.

THE ROLLING CABINET COMMITTEE CONTINUES

IN FACT DAVID CAMERON CONTINUES TO WORK WITH AND PROTECT CHILD MOLESTORS

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2014/03/05/david-cameron-is-covering-for-paedophiles-again/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2012/11/10/british-establishment-paedophile-rings-and-their-global-partners/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2010/01/09/a-list-of-child-sex-offenders-inside-the-british-government/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2013/02/20/here-is-a-list-of-100-paedophile-councillors-or-uk-political-party-affiliated-members-they-are-among-the-people-who-help-run-our-country/

http://www.activistpost.com/2012/11/child-sex-rings-reveal-worst-of-power.html

BUT THE BRITISH ESTABLISHMENT DO HAVE THE ECUDORIAN EMBASSY SURROUNDED JUST IN CASE JULIAN ASSANGE DECIDES TO TRY AND HAVE CONSENTUAL SEX WITH ANOTHER MATURE SWEDISH WOMAN!

IT COULD BE THAT JULIAN ASSANGE SETUP WIKILEAKS WHICH THREATENS TO EXPOSE THE VERY DARKEST SECRETS OF THE BRITISH ESTABLISHMENT!

Foreign Minister Ricardo Patino announced Tuesday that his government is considering suing the British government in the International Criminal Court in The Hague for denying Wikileaks founder Julian Assange safe passage to Ecuador. Assange has been forced to take refuge in the Ecuadorian embassy in London since he was granted asylum by the South American country in June last year.

http://www.support-julian-assange.com/tag/ecuadorian-embassy-london/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2013/06/18/police-states-theirs-and-ours/

SCOTLAND HAS THE CHANCE TO START THE LIBERATION OF THE BRITISH PEOPLE!

VOTE YES ON SCOTTISH INDEPENDENCE

SCOTLAND CAN START AS A NEW 21ST CENTURY DIRECT DEMOCRACY

Direct democracy, classically termed pure democracy, is a form of democracy and a theory of civics in which sovereignty is lodged in the assembly of all citizens who choose to participate. Depending on the particular system, this assembly might pass executive motions, make laws, elect or dismiss officials, and conduct trials. Direct democracy stands in contrast to representative democracy, (UK,EU system)where sovereignty is exercised by a subset of the people, usually on the basis of election.

Our subset of the people , all have the same financial backers and lobby groups, and are therefore a one-party-system of elected dictatorship.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Direct_democracy

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2014/03/21/direct-democracy-vs-representative-democracy-or-pure-democracy-vs-elected-dictatorship-the-real-root-of-todays-global-destruction/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2010/01/14/a-direct-democracy-independant-scotland/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2012/03/01/the-great-government-hoax-of-public-safety/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2012/05/28/global-government-an-ongoing-disaster/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/democracy-2-0-progressive-iceland-and-dictatorship-2-0-oppressive-britain-the-difference-between-true-democracy-and-elected-dictatorship/

WE CAN ROOT OUT AND ARREST THE MOLESTORS AND THE WAR CRIMINALS

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2014/02/26/burger-eating-war-monkeys-and-thier-track-record/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2012/02/02/the-insanity-of-war-is-the-insanity-of-government-people-we-can-stop-the-war-machine/

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2013/06/22/america-is-running-the-worlds-largest-terrorist-operation-experts-on-the-left-and-the-right-agree/

WE CAN END THE ODIOUS DEBT AS WELL

In international law, odious debt, also known as illegitimate debt, is a legal theory that holds that the national debt incurred by a regime for purposes that do not serve the best interests of the nation, should not be enforceable. Such debts are, thus, considered by this doctrine to be personal debts of the regime that incurred them and not debts of the state. In some respects, the concept is analogous to the invalidity of contracts signed under coercion.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odious_debt

https://cuthulan.wordpress.com/2013/05/12/independent-scotland-could-be-debt-free-if-westminster-maintains-current-stance/

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