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manicpixiefelix · 11 months ago

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he wanted to be in love (but you got in the way)

{ One-Shot for head, heart, hand. }

Summary: When Oliver's lies are revealed to you and Felix, you have a much better time understanding his reasoning for it all, and Oliver convinces you to help talk Felix around into hopefully forgiving him. Felix, however, just grows more frustrated as it appears that you've very quickly moved on from the betray, and are urging him to do so too. Meanwhile, Oliver has come to realise that no matter the outcome, Felix will never really want anyone else if he has you by his side.

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: death (YOU DIE IN THIS ONE), murder via overdose, oliver's birthday party situation, oliver being incredibly manipulative, reader and felix arguing a lot, felix being a bit of a dick, angst with an unhappy ending, toxic felix/oliver endgame, heavy drinking and drug use

{ now with an epilogue }

A/N: 6267 words. ooft ouch ooft my heart. i dont like reader & fi fighting and this whole thing fucked me up bigtime. like bigtime bigtime. big angst, please heed the warnings. what do you think about this one? i like it even if it made me cryyyy

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"Please," Oliver's lip trembles when he grabs your sleeve. He doesn't try and chase Felix after you all get back from the disastrous trip to his parents' house, perhaps part of him knew he wouldn't get through to him in this state, so he latches on to you instead, "you- you know," and even just the helpless sense of desire in his voice is familiar to you, "I just wanted to be his friend, be your friend; be close to you both -" Oliver's fidgeting with your sleeve and your heart's breaking for him, despite the betrayal of his lies.

"Ollie-" you sighed, but he took both your hands in his, tears gathering in the beautiful blue eyes you've come to care so deeply about in the past year.

"I never meant any harm," he insists. His hands are shaking.

"I know, Ollie," you finally concede, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

"He won't listen to me- won't believe me; please, please, I need you to believe me, I need Felix -" and though he can't seem to finish the request, it's enough. The lies he's told, what they mean for the friendship you've all forged, it makes you feel more than a little queasy, but you think you understand him. At least better than Felix would in this moment.

"I'll try," though your tone doesn't inspire confidence, "just give him space, give him time -"

"I don't have time," Oliver croaks out weakly, gave dropping to the floor, "he'll throw me out tomorrow and never look at me again," this time, when his grip on your hands tightens, it becomes almost painful, face scrunching up as if dreading the tears he was about to shed, the things he was about to say; "and even if you don't hate me the way he does, I'll be losing you too."

Your silence speaks volumes. You hate that he's right.

"You know you're the only hope I've got left." Oliver's nails dig into your skin, but your hands don't shake.

"I will try, that's all I can do."

By the time you get to your room, Felix is already cutting up lines of coke with a delicate little razor from one of the various stashes you and the other wards of the Saltburn Estate had hidden throughout the building over the years. He doesn't look up when you enter, quietly, and furiously focused on the task at hand, cross-legged in the middle of your bed.

Sitting behind him, you lean in to press your forehead between his shoulders, sighing deeply.

"Yeah," Felix mumbles, "it's a bit like that, isn't it?"

Squeezing your eyes closed, all you can see is the love and desperation in OIiver's eyes as he'd held you back, begged for your understanding, forgiveness, friendship -

"You never loved someone so much you'd do anything to keep them around?" You asked softly, and feel Felix go still, "you never lied about your family because you were worried about how people would react if they knew the truth?" The more you consider, the less anger you feel towards what Oliver had done.

"You're different," Felix's voice is carefully neutral. There's a pause, a snort, a line of white powder going up his nose, "you didn't pretend that your dad died just to get sympathy out of me," he points out, already picking at the threads of similarity that you'd laid before him in hopes of softening the betrayal he felt so strongly.

Then he's moving again, doing things you're still not sure of, forehead still pressed to the fabric of his shirt between his shoulders. Sighing, louder this time, you go to say something more, to try and argue your case further, but Felix cuts you off. It's the sharpest he's ever been with you, you think, practically orders you not to talk about this anymore.

Then, he shifts, he reaches for you behind himself, and you move with him, without prompting. Felix leans back, and you move to his side, allow yourself to settle your head on his chest, looking up at him. One hand loosely draped over you, Felix tucks his other behind his head, eyes closed; even if they were open, he wouldn't be looking at you.

"Just shut up about Ollie, just shut up -" his tone is much softer now, but his words still bite more than you're used to, "I don't want to hear anything about fucking Oliver Quick right now." There's a nausea twisting in your gut that you're unfamiliar with, heavy and upsetting, that you somehow know has everything to do with Felix's tone. Part of you feels so embarrassed for even feeling like this, for being so wrapped up in pleasing him that even the slightest hint of disapproval for the first time in years has you so viscerally uncomfortable.

The other part of you ducks your gaze, and curls up against his side, obedient.

"Sure, Fi."

A long silence, softened only by Felix's deep breathing for several long moments before you finally feel him relax.

"I love you," it sounds almost like an apology. You wonder if he knows how to do that. Still, the nausea in your gut immediately begins to clear. This time, when you close your eyes, you try to just be present in the moment for what it is, Felix's arm around you, his steady heartbeat warm beneath your ear; you can find contentment here if you tried.

Much to your chagrin, Felix's mood and feelings of betrayal also meant he was no longer interested in the full costume you'd put together for him for Oliver's birthday party. He's well aware his mother would be appalled if he just showed up in jeans and a shirt, so he reluctantly pulls on the wings you'd spray painted up on the roof a few days before.

"I put time into this, Fi," you pleaded softly, looking at the rest of the costume you'd put together hanging sadly, untouched in his wardrobe.

"Maybe I just want to save it for a happy occasion," Felix refused to even sit down at the dresser, despite where you'd neatly set out both of your accessories for the night. He doesn't even spare the various, gold accoutrements that you'd curated for his costume a second glance, simply fusses with his hair in a way that won't even last.

"You're being ridiculous about this," you finally voice, unable to stop yourself, "he's still Our Oliver, his family doesn't change that -"

Felix goes still in the mirror, expression displeased when he meets your eyes in the reflection. Nausea again. You never want him to look at you like this ever again; you half want to apologise already.

"I don't care about his family, I care about how I don't know if I can believe anything he says! He lied to you, to me, he was clearly lying to his family, considering they have no idea he'd be nothing but a fucking joke at uni if it wasn't for me!" The outburst blindsides you, it seems to even blindside Felix, who has to take a few moments to compose himself before he can look you in the eyes again. Softly, that look of betrayal is turned upon you, "how can you be okay with that?"

A million answers blow through your mind - love, compartmentalisation, hypocrisy - but none feel right. There's no way for you to justify this to Felix, at least, not one that would make him happy, make him understand.

"Our Oliver-" but as he's standing, he cuts himself off, shaking his head, "Your Oliver -" but the words get stuck in his throat. After a beat, he scrubs his face over his hands, "I just don't understand," far calmer, he lets out a deep breath and continues, "how you got over this so fast," but before you can answer, his eyes open, and there's no fire, nor fury, just hurt; "and I need you right now, but not if you're going to be like this."

Oh, you're going to be sick.

It's apologies that spew out of you, nervous, still only half ready, and regretting every word that made Felix look at you like that. He tries awkwardly to tell you that it's not that bad, that he just wishes it felt like you were on his team. Insisting that you are gets you a weak smile from your best friend, but he still leaves seeming unconvinced.

There are voices outside, on the grounds. The party has begun, the sun will be set soon.

Half of your costume hangs up beside Felix's, your elegant, green gossamer robe shining next to the matching, gold gossamer pirate shirt that you had made for Felix. Neither leave the wardrobe, and perhaps you are underdressed in what was basically a set of incredibly ornate, bejewelled, and bedazzled lingerie, and boots, but you couldn't even bring yourself to care.

Perhaps, you consider, if Felix had blown up before you'd gotten this much on, you'd be as dressed down as he was for the event.

Before you leave, however, you go to double check yourself in the mirror, and don't think to knock. Oliver catches sight of you in the mirror before you properly realise he's there. Both freeze, both deer trapped in each other's proverbial headlights. Both with red-rimmed eyes. You wonder if he knows, if he waited with baited breath and an ear pressed to the bedroom door as Felix tore him down and you immediately gave him up to keep your best friend happy.

"You look like a dream," Oliver's voice is hoarse, and he turns to properly face you, to give your costume a generous look over, "merry wanderer of the night," he offers, meeting your gaze again. The line, pulled straight from the play upon which the whole night was based, was one you'd gleefully recounted to him when you told him you would be going as Puck.

There's a slight, sad smile on his lips, a shyness to the way he leans against the counter, but none of the awkwardness he carries around others. There, in his boxers alone, you realise how vulnerable he truly is in this moment, the moment you've so callously interrupted. But Oliver doesn't call you out, nor does he shy away from your gaze.

All words have escaped you in this moment, however. Even the idea of Felix's reaction to his moment makes you feel ill, but part of your heart still breaks for Oliver, for this boy so overwhelmed with love that he would do anything for it.

"I can go," Oliver says softly, apologetically, when you seem frozen even still. It breaks you out, however, and you shake your head vigorously.

"No, its okay Ollie."

"Your," he says slowly, pointedly, "Ollie." He'd heard. Fuck; how much? "I heard all of it," he admits slowly, approaching you. This time, you are the wild animal, cornered in the bathroom. Oliver doesn't look at you like prey, he doesn't approach you like a predator; he doesn't want to spook you, "I didn't mean to get between you and Felix," his voice is soft, and he sniffles a little, but tries to smile through it, "ever; back at Oxford, over Summer, ever."

But you can't bring yourself to look at him. Gently, you loop a finger through the fine, silver chain around his throat, keeping your gaze focused on it without ever tugging it too hard.

"I'm trying," you whisper, voice watery despite your best effort, tears gathering in your eyes, "but I -"

Oliver pulls you into a hug as the damn finally bursts, and the tension, the pressure of the day that had already been pressing down upon you finally breaks. Oliver lets you cry on his shoulder, petting your hair gently.

"But you're a good dog," he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your temple, and you're too distraught to catch the echoes of resentment in his tone.

"It's all I know how to be!"

"I know, pet, I know."

Once you've calmed down, you apologise for your outburst, for having him comfort you at a time like this. There's something different about him, about his smile, the look in his eyes, as he just assures you that it's fine, that he's going to still try and enjoy his night.

After cleaning yourself up and fixing your makeup, finally you make it downstairs. There's more people on the first floor than you'd been expecting, so you have to worm your way through the crowd to search for Felix.

"My gentle puck, come hither!" Felix voice rises through the crowd; if your ears could prick up, they probably would. Just the brightness in his voice lifts you from your melancholy, and when you finally reach him you're beaming.

And he's already drunk.

Which you would like to be too. As if anticipating your requests, he puts two fruity looking drinks in your hands, and picks up another two with a wide smile. You trot along behind him as he cuts a path through the crowd towards the sofas where your friends from Oxford had found themselves. A cheer rises when they see you, all glad for your company, all desperate to hear how your Summer had been so far.

At first, you're simply sitting on the arm of the sofa, beside Felix, bright and animatedly engaging in conversation with the others. Felix finishes his first drink and his arm goes around India, tucked up against his other side, but as soon as his second drink is finished, and you've leaned across him to put your own empty cup on the coffee table between you all, he uses it as an excuse to pull you into his lap.

"Felix," India says when she means what the fuck are you playing at right now? Felix gives a surprisingly cold smile, his hand slipping from her shoulder, moving lower to grip her side rather possessively. You simply wait, ready to move at a moment's notice.

"What?" There's something biting in Felix's voice, something that sounds so uncharacteristically mean as he raises his voice enough for the group to hear, "aren't you all still deluding yourselves about me and Y/N? Don't you still think we're related - or whatever it was Farleigh told you all?" Immediately the tension in your little circle of friends spikes. Felix's hand is practically between your thighs, gripping your thigh like he owns you. In any other circumstance you'd probably enjoy this, but every single one of your friends is suddenly looking at you like they'd never seen you before.

"You hot people disgust me," India finally breaks the tension flippantly, and everyone else cackles with laughter. Felix does actually grin at her, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"No we don't," he teases gently, and India tries to continue playing at being annoyed, by insisting that she needs something stronger than the bar could offer. As she stands, she looks back, holding out her hands to you and Felix.

"Come on, disgusting hot people; I know you're both already high and probably want some more."

"Knew there was a reason I liked you, India," you grinned, glad to have escaped that encounter without much of a mental or physical scratch, though Felix does make a point of grabbing your ass as you stand, even with India holding his other hand.

However you're another line deep in the bathroom, with India, Felix, and two of the others who'd followed along, when that good mood evaporates. Oliver stands in the door, waiting, watching; you're the first to notice him, to catch his gaze properly, but all he does is clear his throat. Felix looks to him when Oliver finally calls his name, but pointedly acts like he doesn't in the next moment.

"Can I, er, talk to you for one second?" Oliver asks faintly, but is met with no response. Instead of looking at Oliver, Felix momentarily flicks a frustrated gaze at you, like he feels your sudden discomfort and fidgeting is a personal betrayal, "you can't ignore me forever," Oliver tries, but Felix gives him a cold smile.

"I can try."

"Fi," you hissed, but all you get is another glare.

"Felix, we need to talk," Oliver was begging now, but he turned his attention to you, pleading, "can you get him to please listen to me, just for a moment -" but his words have your heart freezing in your chest. You can't even stutter Felix's name out before he's dismissing you both.

"I tried being nice about this," Felix huffed, "but if you're still insisting on playing Devil's Advocate for him, the both of you can fuck off and go bother the rest of the party." He relights his cigarette, but he doesn't even look at you once. One more time you try, reaching out, apology on your tongue, but he shrugs you off and finally gives a cutting look, "no I told you, okay? You're over it; fucking great for you. I'm not, and I don't have to be, so piss off and be over it away from me."

You stand, momentarily unsteady on your feet before you regain your balance and head to the door. Everything in your mind is a mess of emotions. The drugs and alcohol are sending you into overdrive, though neither is the reason you're feeling so sick. Still, while you know where Felix is coming from, one look at Oliver as you reach the door and you can't help but stop. Turning back, you hope Felix can read how damn hurt you are by all this;

"I'm not a monster for having a heart, Felix."

And you take some small victory from the surprise in his eyes. Before he can respond, however, you grab Oliver's hand and lead him away.

With another two fruity drinks, you and Oliver sit on the edge of the fountain outside, watching the revelry, mirroring each other's weary slump.

"How are you finding your birthday party?" You asked lamely after a few minutes. Oliver took a few moments to deliberate, while you sipped down your drink quite quickly.

"Don't know anyone," he says mildly, "and the people I do know think I'm a joke -" right, he'd heard Felix's earlier comments about the group from Oxford's feelings, "and I was aware kind of from the start of knowing youse," he casts his gaze to you now, turning to you, eyes meeting yours, "that my two best friends were bonded like those cats at the shelter, the kind you can't separate from each other or they'll cry all day and refuse to eat until you put them back together," the smile he gives you is humourless, and doesn't even reach his eyes, "but one hates me and the other has no spine," he shrugged like he hadn't just insulted you, going back to people-watching, "so I don't think it'll go down as my best birthday ever."

"I have a spine," you scowled, as if straightening your posture proved his point at all.

"Why? You don't need it," still as mild as before, Oliver takes a long, loud sip of his drink, "you've got Felix."

"I'm trying to help you, Oliver, I swear -"

"You don't know how to stand up for yourself, Y/N," this time, the look that he gives you is simply pitying, "I'm sorry I asked you to try and stand up for me." The words ache like a punch to the gut, "you're not even trying to help me for me, or for how much you supposedly love me; you love that I love Felix."

"Oliver, I love you!" You insisted through angry tears and gritted teeth, "how your mind works, how you figure things out, the books you like, the way you're constantly watching and cataloguing and remembering, it shows you care about the world around you and the people in it. I love that you're obsessive and ambitious and that you can be ruthless -" it comes out messy and unrehearsed, but you slowly see the shock and genuine awe on Oliver's face as he comes to terms with the fact that you're being genuine. For the first time all evening, you think you see guilt in his eyes. It's gone too fast, Oliver turning away.

"I love you too," he says gently, following it carefully with, "but we both know who you crawl into bed with at the end of every night." Then, under his breath, sounding so forlorn, "do not separate."

"Oliver-" but he stands, stretches, and finishes off his beer.

"He's probably already missing you, waiting to forgive you," he puts his empty beer bottle down on the edge of the fountain, and for just a moment, he reaches out and gently holds your face. Nothing is said, but there's endless, unreadable emotions in his eyes as he gazes into yours.

Then he's gone.

Making your way back to the estate itself, you forgo looking for Felix, half ashamed of the idea that Oliver was right, and instead slip beneath the velvet rope that cordoned off the upper floors of the house. Back in your bedroom, the stash of coke Felix had raided before the party was still reasonably well stocked, and the bottle of bourbon that you'd stashed in the broken piano last Christmas was thankfully untouched. There was something seriously sad, you think to yourself, about drinking and snorting alone in your room, upstairs from a party where you know your friends are all doing it too. But you don't want to see them. Don't want to see anyone.

The remainder of yours and Felix's matching outfits taunt you silently from the closet door on which they hang. They're beautiful and vapid and cold; you hate them.

"Oh, sorry, didn't realise you were -" it's Felix at the door - of course it is, who else would it be? - who startles you out of your thoughts. There's no frustration in his eyes anymore, no anger, just surprise. His gaze roams over you, from the drugs balanced on your knee to the half-full bottle cradled in your lap, "you okay?" Oliver's right, of course. Oliver's right about a lot of things.

"Yeah," you sniffle, taking another swig of the drink, "what did you need?"

"Think they're gonna sing happy birthday to Ollie soon," Felix leans against the doorframe. You share in an awkward silence for a long moment.

"That why you're here?"

"I came up to see if there was any of that coke left from before," he says, looking at the mirror on your knee and the still mostly full baggie on the bed next to you. Then, he gives a sheepish little grin, "yeah," he admits.

"We should be down there," you say without thinking. Felix's expression falls, and he kicks at the doorframe for a moment, "you do care about his family," spills from you; you're not even sure from where. Felix's expression grows darker.

"Why are you so insistent about doing this?"

"Because you love him, Felix," you remind him firmly, before putting down the bottle and rolling up the already significantly curved bill beside you, "and he loves you, and you know that," picking up the mirror, you make short work of the last line to avoid looking at Felix. Dragging your finger across the glass, you pick up the last of the residue, wiping it on your gums. Your hands remain busy as you pack the remainder of it all into the little, wooden box it was kept in, as you spoke, "you hate the parts of you he figured out, the buttons he learned how to push; Oliver," you snapped the box shut, looking up at him, "was too good to be true, and that's why you're hurt; you're scared it's like Eddie all over again, too good to be true -"

"You shut up about Eddie -" Felix warned, but you stood, box in hand, approaching him with a fierce, intoxicated determination.

"Eddie was never too good, you were just in love! Eddie wasn't even loyal!" You cried, shoving him with the box, letting out a desperate sentiment that you'd let fester in the darkest part of your heart for over a year, "he was never going to be loyal! He never loved you as much as you loved him! Never! And you were so blinded by how happy he seemed to be with this 'better life' you were offering him, you could never bloody see it -"

"You are drunk and high," Felix spits at you, clearly holding himself back from tears.

"But all I ever want is you to be happy," hanging your head, you push the box into his grip and stumble back to the bed, searching for the bottle, "why can't you trust me about this?"

"Oliver fucking lie to me, betrayed me -"

"Us!" You shouted, unscrewing the lid with vigour, "to keep you in his life. You just don't like what the lies he used to keep you around say about you." And with that you furiously started chugging more of the drink.

"I'm done with you," Felix's voice is weak, hands coming up to cover his face. Lowering the bottle, all you can do is stare at him. It's like you've been splashed with ice water.

"Fi -"

"I need space; I need you out of my room for the rest of Summer."

"Fi, please -"

"I thought you were fucking better than this!" He snapped, finally stalking away, while you were too disorientated to even go after him.

The first thing you manage to do is stumble to the bathroom and throw your guts up into the sink. Physically you feel a bit better, but the nausea you can now tell is psychological. Downstairs, though you don't know how much time has passed, the house has transformed itself into a rave. Too bright. Too hot. Too sticky. You think you catch sight of Ollie, but your gaze quickly moves to Felix, silhouetted by neon and haze, looking like an angel. Beside him, India sparkles and giggles and her hands are all over him. You want him to be happy, you don't want to interrupt but you have to -

Someone catches you before you faceplant in the middle of the dancefloor, and it turns out it is Oliver.

"You look like a bit of a mess," he says, aiming for a light, joking tone, but it almost sets you off. Seeing you about to start crying, Oliver starts to panic, and suggests the two of you get some air. Though you want to protest, you see Felix and India, hand in hand, making their way to the side doors. Oliver, champagne in one hand, has his other arm under yours, supporting you as the two of you made your way out too.

The night air is cool, a sharp contrast from inside, so sharp it almost stings.

"I should'a kept my mouth shut," you whimpered, "I didn't need a spine, why did I listen to you?" Oliver is simply quiet, listening to you ramble, getting the gist of what had happened between you and Felix as you slowly made your way to the maze.

"I don't wanna go in," you whispered at the entrance, looking down it's tall, green corridor. Oliver looked at you strangely.

"Worried you'll get lost?"

"I could never get lost, Felix made sure of that plenty of times." Carefully, you extract yourself from Oliver, sitting cross-legged by the entrance of the maze, looking out over the rest of Saltburn with your back to the hedges; Oliver watches you curiously, "I can wait for Fi here."

"I can't wait," Oliver finally says, "I don't have the time. I have to try."

You, surprisingly serene and content with your decision, more at peace than you'd been during the entire walk over, make no attempt to stop him. You just tell him you'll be here when he gets back. This time you genuinely smile, insisting he go in without you.

"I'll be here, I promise; I'll wait."

So he goes, and you listen to his footsteps retreating. After a few minutes, however, he returns.

"I think you need this more than I do," and he hands you the bottle of champagne he'd been carrying. Turns out there's only really a quarter of the bottle left, but at least you think it won't be enough to make you sick again.

As frustrated as Felix could get, he's never not forgiven you. That's all you can think about as you finish off the bottle.

You would apologise. You would make it up to him. You could make this better again.

Except...

Hang on, wait, who was that who just ran out of the maze? Someone ran out of the maze? You were pretty sure someone did anyways... maybe India, if Oliver had confronted -

Oliver is the second to escape the maze. Instead of heading directly back, he waits, unseen for Felix to leave, observing the way he'd stumble out, not even glancing around enough to see you on the ground in the shadow of the maze itself. Once he was sure he was alone, Oliver crept over to your catatonic body, mouth agape, bottle still clutched but empty in one hand. Still breathing, though it was shallow, he checked your pulse only to feel a heartrate like a humming bird. If he called out now, Felix could hear him, could get help, could save your life.

But Felix would want for nothing as long as he had you by his side.

When you start convulsing, Oliver leaps away, startled. But he watches, and remains quiet. He takes the bottle, and just for a moment presses his forehead to yours.

"I'm sorry," it almost gets caught in his throat, "I loved you, I promise I did."

And he leaves.

Oliver wakes to a knock on the door. While Felix doesn't exactly seem happy to see him, it appears he has bigger things to worry about.

"Is Y/N in here?" He cuts right to the chase; there's dark circles under his eyes.

"Have you gotten any sleep?" Oliver yawns. Felix shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"I've checked literally every other room in this house," ignoring him, Felix explains himself, "I told them last night I wanted them to stay somewhere else, but I didn't mean it," he frowns, peering around Oliver as best he could, trying to see for himself. Oliver, who already knew this, but still played dumb, went wide-eyed.

"You didn't talk to them last night?"

"I was talking to them a lot last night -"

"They were waiting outside the maze for you; they were there when I left."

Oliver's never seen Felix run so fast.

It takes Duncan informing the rest of the family over breakfast that a gardener has spotted Felix sat by the edge of the maze for the past hour, to clear up his whereabouts.

"And have you heard from Y/N?" Elspeth adds, though Venetia buts in.

"Probably at the maze with Felix," she rolls her eyes; Oliver looks at his eggs, his runny, sickening eggs, and keeps his mouth shut. Elspeth sighs and requests someone go and collect them, tell them that lunch is ready, and promptly directs a smile at Oliver, asking how he'd enjoyed his birthday.

Oliver's halfway through an awkward thanks, assuring her it was grand, before Duncan re-enters. For the first time since Oliver first laid eyes on him, he looks genuinely shaken.

"I, uh, I do apologise," his words keep getting caught, and he can't seem to focus his gaze for too long, "I have some tragic news; Captain Y/N has passed away."

The world stops.

Felix Catton sits in the shadow of the hedge maze with you, his best friend, the love of his life, dead in his arms.

"I thought you were fucking better than this!"

His last words to you echo endlessly in his head as he cradles you to him. He'd found you slumped over at a painful angle, clearly having been sitting cross-legged on the grass, waiting, just as Oliver had said, still wearing part of the outfit you'd prepared. You looked so cold, so he'd wrapped you up in the robe he'd been wearing, maroon; you'd always said it was your favourite of his, but you'd never wear it, said it looked better on him.

"Can't believe I made you wait," it wasn't the first time he'd muttered it since finding you, "I'm so sorry, I won't do it again," he assured, and leaned in, pressing his forehead to your cold shoulder and collarbone, "and I didn't mean it about needing space from you; I couldn't even do it for one night, I got so lonely I spent the entire night searching all hundred and bloody something rooms we have, for you."

"Felix?" Venetia's voice is the first one he's heard since Oliver's, and it shakes, "Feef?" And maybe it's the way he can tell she's started crying, or the nickname he hasn't heard since he was six, but it all hits him at once. Finally he starts to cry, the shock giving way to anguish as Venetia drapes herself over him at the sight of you. Farleigh goes into shock, silent, falling to his knees before he brings his head down too, completely shutting down.

Oliver doesn't know how to react, doesn't know if he can. He stands back from the others, back from even James and Elspeth, silent. He did what he had to do. It takes him a long time to realise he's even started crying too.

Elspeth and Sir James try to keep up a sense of normalcy around the house, but barely anyone is able to keep up. Farleigh and Venetia show up and barely speak, Oliver can't bring himself to even look at anyone at the dining table, and Felix hasn't shown up for three days straight. He's been locked in his room, and none of them blame him.

None of the others know that he comes out at night. Well, he opens the door during the day since the staff have started leaving plates of food for him at his mother's request. But during the night, Felix leaves his room to crawl into Oliver's bed. Oliver never makes comments, but he always makes room, and Felix still hasn't kicked him out of the house. Small steps to victory.

"All those lies, all that shit you told us, you did it because you'd do anything to keep us around," on the third night, Felix speaks into the darkness, back to Oliver under the expensive sheets.

"To keep you around," Oliver corrected quietly, "I knew as long as I had you around, I would have them too." After a few moments, he could hear Felix start to sniffle. Carefully, testing his luck, Oliver shuffled around to face Felix. Wriggling closer, he draped an arm over Felix's chest and pulled him close, pressing himself against Felix's back. In the moment, Felix takes Oliver's hand and laces their fingers together.

"They always loved you, Felix; I never saw anything like it."

Small steps to victory.

At your funeral, Felix finally sees your parents. He wonders if looking at them is anything like looking at the idea of who you would have grown into. He doesn't think so; their expressions are so cold beneath their performance of grief.

They do, however, seek him out, ask his name, and hand him a framed photo. They say they won't be needed it anymore. It's you and Felix beneath the Eiffel Tower, arms around each other, each of you using your free hand to together form a heart between you, laughing at something just off camera. Oliver makes a disdainful remark about your parents, but slips his hand in Felix's, and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

Elspeth asks if Felix wants to keep the photo in his room, and when he remarks that he doesn't know, she suggests it gets placed with the other family photos over the fireplace in the television room. It fits in perfectly.

"I love you," Felix mumbles in the dead of night, pressed up along Oliver's back, lips in his hair, arm around him, "like proper love you." Oliver is quiet, "the kind of love I've been wanting to tell you for a while, but now I'm terrified that the reasons I love you aren't even real."

It's been a few weeks, he's intergraded back into life at home, but has taken a leave of absence from Oxford. As has Oliver. He still hasn't left Saltburn, he wonders if he ever will, if he ever has to.

"What parts?" Oliver said, voice barely more than a whisper, "I'll never lie to you again; I want you to know the truth of me." There's a rush of electricity, his fingers and toes feel all tingly; he doesn't want to sound too enthusiastic, but can't help but feel a giddy rush.

"I like how you can figure heaps of stuff out, but," Felix hesitates and hums, "I don't think I like what you figured out about me," he admits.

"I'll never bring that up again," Oliver reassures him, but Felix just hums once more, "and I figured out more stuff about you, good stuff; I figured out what made me love you too."

Felix presses a kiss to the back of his head. He doesn't smile, but that's to be expected nowadays. Felix doesn't really smile a lot anymore.

But Oliver takes it for what it is; his victory.

{ epilogue }

#felix catton x reader x oliver quick #saltburn x reader #felix catton x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton imagine #felix catton x you #oliver quick x reader #felix catton x y/n #oliver quick imagine #oliver quick x you #oliver quick x y/n #head heart hand fic #manic writer

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tea-with--honey · 2 years ago

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The Ted Lasso Finale has left me EMPTY. like man I knew they were gonna be kind of realistic about and it stuff but a lot of it just didnt feel like an ending to me? Do I think its probably what would happen if the show was completely realistic? Yes. Do I think it made ANY sense narratively? NO.

Like I'm actually very happy about what they've done with Roy and Colin and maybe maybe maybe Nate but thats it. Nate on paper worked okay for me but I just felt like he didnt have his big moment? That could have been intentional though.

I may ship Tedbecca/Tedpendent but I would have been fine without it if they didnt??? Do them so dirty like that???? Like they did NOT need to tease us like that throughout the entire episode that was just plain mean. Like hello????? the scene in Rebecca's house?? The 'you go, I go?' Ted actually saying that Rebecca pulled a rom-com moment on him? Hell Rebecca getting a first-class seat and Coach Beard leaving the seat next to Ted open? Its like they loaded MULTIPLE Chekov's guns that didnt fire. i would have been fine okay and THEN they pulled up with Boat guy coming back. What. Even. I hated that so bad.

And guys Trent not even getting a moment to really say goodbye to the man who he got fired over was so??? AHHAHSHSJDDGSB

AND IM MAD ABOUT COACH BEARD AND JANE. Especially after so many scenes that indicated that the better choice for Beard was to break it off. And also jane was just, incredibly toxic.

Also I would have hoped that they spent a better part of the season establishing that Ted needed to go home? Idk it just felt like I was waiting for Ted to reveal that he stayed in London the entire time. Henry is obviously a very important part of his life but we didnt even get to see Ted being fulfilled and being there for the reason he went back home in the first place!!! At least give us some scenes where Ted doesnt look like hes about to have another panic attack back in Kansas and he's actually spending time with his little boy.

Okay im just gonna put all the other things that bothered me in a list because im sleepy but I gotta get this all out

The way we have 0 idea what rebecca found out from the doctor

The green matchbox thingy not being addressed

The lack of Bex and the Rupert's ex assistant girlie in the episode. I know them going into Rebecca's house served as a plot point but I wish we still got to see them yknow

Not getting to see Sam's restaurant again

We literally dont even get to hear what Trent wrote in 'The Lasso/Richmond Way' I had hoped there would be at least a reading of it played over some 'future' scenes

Also that Ted looks so unhappy at the end and he just as always steps aside. WHERE DID HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT GO

Also how OOC Ted seemed this episode, I thought they were setting up him revealing to be just really upset hence the behavior but nope nothing nada

Lack of Jade

Doctor Sharon's reaction scenes feeling shoehorned in

While I do love her getting her own official position in the team I wish they just saved showing her character for that scene specifically. Idk the rest of her cheering scenes just didnt really add much

the lack of discussion on mr awful therapist

Ted seemingly still living in the same house as his ex wife who is currently dating his ex marriage counselor

Theres more I just cant think about it anymore

Anyways they did the Diamond Dogs and the Sound of Music routine so right but thats really it for me. Would love to rant about the ending with anybody so DMs are always open

#ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso finale #im so sad #I still love the show #This ending just seemed wrong though #like the merlin ending made me sad but I saw it coming yknow #this literally feels worse than the himym ending and i didnt think anything could feel worse than the himym ending #I appreciate it as an ending I just wish they set it up better and made Ted look like actually happy with his decision

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cuddlecave · 3 years ago

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is xiphoid

so here it is!! benrs got the nom instinct, but doesn't know what it is. gord is a Good BF and a scientist at heart, wanting to Figure Things Out. panic, worry, trust, and fluff are had, and I think I might be getting better at dialogue. or I hope so, anyway.

enjoy!

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benr has a problem. he wants to eat his boyfriend.

and he doesn't understand why the fuck this is *happening* to him! things are going well! they cuddle and kiss and spoon, gord laughs at his dumb jokes, benr sings SV at every emotion, unafraid of judgement from gord, knowing gord accepts and trusts and loves him.

but, for some reason, his shit alien brain has designated gord as *food*, and he doesn't know how that would even happen!

benr likes to chase and eat critters in the woods behind their house, he likes to crunch soda cans, swallow down whole noodles of pasta. he knows what it feels like to have the urge to down something, and now, for some awful reason, he's getting it when he looks at gord.

when gord does something nice, or is sleeping or distressed (he's terrified that his lizard brain is reading these moments as gord being vulnerable and easy to kill--his instincts recoil at that, but benr is too busy pushing the thoughts away to notice). he's confused, and scared. he's pushing every trace of it down the moment it appears, but it's getting harder to suppress. he's getting edgier around gord, sitting further away from him, and not touching as much. gord is starting to notice.

it's in this state that benr and gord are sitting on the couch. benr is sitting on one side, gord on the other, the middle cushion empty between them, the gap seeming much larger than it actually is. they are, supposedly, watching a movie. benr isn't even sure of the genre, honestly. he's entirely focused on Not Paying Attention to gord, and the unhappy space between them, and how much he'd like to eat hi-NO GOD PLEASE NO DONT THINK ABOUT IT.

gord is watching benr from the other side of the couch. it's colder, without benr to cuddle, but gord refuses to huddle under a blanket--the idea of adding anything that could be construed as a barrier between them is awful, when they already have physical distance.

he's not entirely sure what's wrong. *something* is, benrs been pulling away for a week now, and won't even look at him. he's obviously not watching the movie (tho neither is gord), and is so focused on ignoring gord that he hasn't even noticed that gord has both turned toward him, and has been staring at him. with how good the aliens senses are, it's more than mildly disturbing, combined with his behavior.

he's not sure where to start, but he's gotta start somewhere, so... 'hey,' he says softly, and benrs head whips towards him like he yelled. his eyes are nervous and darting. he doesn't usually hold eye contact, but this amount of avoidance is...a lot.

benr chews his lip in obvious nervousness. 'uh, yeah, bro?'

well, benrs never not taken the opportunity to deflect, so the best chance gord has of getting some kind of coherent answer is to be blunt. 'whats wrong? you've been avoiding me...' and awful thought hits gord, 'did-did I do something...?'

benr starts to deny that anything is up, but when he sees the sudden fear on gords face when he suggests that *he* did something that made benr avoid him, the words die in his throat, frantically replaced by reassurances. 'no, no no you didnt, it's not- its *me*, im the fucked up one, i-fuck. fuck-' and he starts to get up to leave. he's not looking back, so when gords hand grips his forearm, he startles and freezes. he hasn't touched gord in days and the instinct to /get him Down get him Down Eat Eat Eat/ crashes over him in a wave. he gasps and breathes hard as he shoves it down, panicked. he looks up and finds that gord has guided him back to sitting on the couch, benr next to the arm and gord sitting close to him, hand still on his arm. he's looking at benr so concerned, confused, and benr wants to *cry*. he spits out bright red distress, the pitch discordant and wobbling with emotion.

god, benr looks *terrified*, what the hell is going on? 'benr, please, I can't help if I don't know whats wrong...' benr turns his head away, but gord leans forward and captures his lips in a soft kiss. after a jolt at the contact, benrs arms come up to hold him as he pushes almost desperately into the contact.

they break apart, breathing slightly uneven. their foreheads are resting against each other, and gord brings his hand up and cups benrs face. benr shudders, pushing his head into it. 'benr, what's *wrong*?'

benr whines, but the closeness is calming him down, even if the disturbing instinct is starting to rear its head. he pushes out a sharp breath before pulling his face away from gords and looking away. he doesn't want to see gords expression of fear and disgust when benr tells him what he-what his instincts want him to do.

'i want to eat you.'

benr says it like every word had to be dragged out of him tooth and nail, and gord watches his boyfriend's body cringe away from him, clearly distressed.

that-was not what gord was expecting to hear, and he blinks in surprise. but things with benr are often not as they seem at first glance, and he's learned to look before he leaps. his eyebrows furrow in confusion. 'what, do you mean, you want to eat me?'

benr whines again writhes in place, refusing to look in gords direction. but he bites out, 'i don't *know*! i-i look at you and i want to eat you but i *don't*!!' he suddenly makes eye contact, looking desperate for gord to believe him, 'id *never* hurt you.' just as fast, he looks away again, fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie.

huh. gords eyebrows furrow in thought, this time, and he looks at benrs clawed hands (he's always so careful with them, with gord) tangling in the navy blue hoodie strings. 'you...are getting an... instinct? to eat me?'

'yes' benr says, and curls in on himself. 'im sorry, i dont--i don't know--'

gord cuts him off before he can spiral, 'no, don't, don't apologize, it's ok, you clearly are pretty worked up over this, not your fault.' he catches benrs eye and repeats himself, '*not* your fault.' he takes a breath, chewing his cheek in concentration, 'no, were, gonna, figure this out.'

huh? 'huh?'

gord looks at him in determination, and benr recognizes it as his gotta-solve-problem face. 'you have a new instinct, and we're gonna figure it out. it's gonna be fine.' he's looking at benr with compassion and confidence, and benr forgets to look away. it's very reassuring, gords look. gord may not know when to quit, but that means he usually finds a solution when others have given up. gord can figure this out, and *fix* it. benr feels calmer, and tho the unwanted instinct remains, it's not so pushy.

benr seems to calm some at his words, and gord smiles a bit, before shifting into information-gathering mode. he's gotta figure out what he's dealing with, in as much detail as possible. they *will* figure this out.

'okay, so' he starts, 'you have an instinct to eat me. can you give me any more details about what that feels like, exactly?'

benr shifts uncomfortably in front of him, and says 'uh, not, really? any time I start to...I just, uh. shove it down. don't wanna feel it...' he trails off.

'thats understandable, but we need more information. are you feeling it right now?' gord implores.

benr jerkily nods.

'okay, good. I need you to feel it, okay? let yourself feel it, what it wants.' benr gives him a distressed look, and gord says 'i know, it's hard, but if we don't know what exactly it wants, we can't figure out why it's happening.' benr sighs and slightly nods, and his eyes go a bit unfocused.

'okay, you're feeling it?' benr nods slowly. 'good. can you tell me what you're feeling?'

benrs face pinches in concentration, and gord waits as he puts his words together. 'its, uh.' he winces, 'want to eat. want to get you down. inside.'

hmm. 'okay, you're doing good. is there anything else attached, like a want to hurt or k-'

he doesn't even finish the word before benr is recoiling in horror, features aghast. '*no*!' he says, with vehemence, eyes wide. '*/no/*!'

'hey, hey, shhhh,' gord comforts, and waits a moment as benr catches his breath. then, gently, he says, 'is that you saying no, or the instinct?' benr turns sharply towards him, but before he can say anything, gord continues 'its ok, it's okay. any answer is okay' he soothes, 'but we do need to know.' he looks at benr with a concerned but firm face.

benr, with obvious reluctance, focuses inwards again with a deep breath. his eyes go hazy again, and gord waits.

benr is not happy to be doing this, but if gord thinks this will fix it... he focuses on the feeling, the want to drag gord inside himself, past his teeth and into his throat, and thinks deliberately about hurting gord, crunching into him and tasting his blood, feeling his bones give way beneath his sharp fangs...and is nearly bowled over by the strength of the horror and distress he feels at those images, not just from himself, but from the instinct. his whole being is *revolted* by even the thought of hurting his human, and yet seemingly in contradiction, the instinct to *surround* gord intensifies tenfold. what the hell?

gord watches as benr sharply gasps and reels a bit, before his horrified expression becomes intensely confused. 'benr?'

benrs eyes refocus, and look at him with the most bewildered face gord has ever seen. 'the instinct, it-the *instinct* to *eat you* hates the idea of hurting you.' what? 'but, it, it leveled up when I thought about it?????'

gord blinks. huh. time to get his thoughts in order. 'so, you want to eat me. and you *very much don't* want to hurt me. but the idea of hurting me, makes you wants to eat me more...?' gord trails off as benr starts to shake his head, concentrating.

'no, like. not hurting you, but, like...you *being* hurt.'

'me...being hurt, is making you want to eat me more? like, because I'd be easier prey...?'

benr recoils again, horror briefly flashing across his face, and he's saying, 'no! no, I don't want to hurt you, I would never want to hurt you, I want to *protect* you--!' he cuts himself off, surprised. 'huh?' he says to himself.

'protect me...?' gord is saying, but benr doesn't quite hear him. protection. surrounding. holding. making himself the barrier between gord and anything that wants to get him. dragging him down his throat, where it'd be dark and warm and soft, where no one could see him. where it's *safe*.

benr comes back to himself, blinking up at gord in shock, and finds the human is doing the same.

'you want to *protect* me' he says, almost to himself. 'after all, you're the most dangerous thing around, what's safer than inside you?' he's looking at benr with wide eyes, clear of fear or disgust, and this time when the feeling floods benr, he doesn't push it down. and he finds it's threaded with deep affection and happiness, protection and *want want want* to claim gord as his, possessive, no one else can have him. it thrums to his heartbeat and he leans in to kiss his boyf.

gord eagerly meets him and for a short time they kiss and nip at each other, getting closer, pleased hums coming from gord and pleased purrs coming from benr. when they break apart, benr is sitting on the carpet, sized up, with gord cuddled up to him in his lap. its warm and soft and everything in him is pulsing to /get him down, cuddle, protect, hold, consume, consume, love love love-/ and he leans in, nuzzling gords neck, and takes a deep breath, heady on the scent of his mate.

he lets out a rumble and hugs gord closer. he distantly notices that a new organ has formed, stomach-like, connected to his throat. he knows without thinking about it that it's safe, that it's where he wants gord to be, and he experimentally flexes it, noting it's plushness and sensitivity. he immediately wants it filled.

he notices that he's started gently licking gord, and rather than recoiling, gord is leaning into the warmth and texture. his heart swells and his purr grows, and he pushes out, voice distorted by the purr, 'can, can i-?'

god, gord thinks, benr wants to *protect* him. cares for him so much that his instincts drive him to hold him inside, cares so much that he'd resist those instincts because they at first seemed to wish gord harm. gord is surrounded by benr, his arms squishing him to the aliens abdomen, his oddly-textured tongue warm and gently lapping at his face, and gord thinks about just how much more surrounded he could be. maybe he should be scared, but this is benr--and he trusts benr with his life, his love, his everything.

when benr manages to ask, pupils blown and blush deep on his face, gord can't even fathom denying him. he smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners, and reaches his hand up to benrs jaw, rubbing along it. 'yeah, of course,' he says, and punctuates it by leaning his head to benrs chest and kissing it, nuzzling his face to the alien. he feels benrs purr ramp up and grins, riding his boyfs happiness. he feels benrs large hands grip him and carefully lift him up to benrs face, and when he opens his eyes, benr is looking at him with open adoration. gord probably looks the same.

gord hangs relaxed in benrs hold, and when benr opens his jaws he feels the warm breath and sighs, eyes closing automatically. he feels benrs tongue run up his face again and snorts a laugh, and then he's being eased into the aliens maw with the utmost delicacy and care. benrs teeth brush him as he's guided deeper, and the softness and warmth become all-consuming as he's pulled into the throat.

benrs muscles knead him further into the alien with every swallow he takes, the gentle grip of his clawed hands being replaced by soft, warm flesh and rhythmic movement. it should be frightening, gord reflects, but he's overwhelmed, in the best way, by the level of gentleness in every motion of benrs body--he is so clearly not food, not nothing; he's the person benr loves, and his love saturates through gord until he's boneless, slipping into the entitys stomach and curling up, sinking deep into the dark, plush flesh.

it's so warm, and so soft, and benrs purrs rumble through his body like an 18-wheeler rumbles through a sun-warmed highway. he's practically floating, and when the stomach squeezes around him, he hums happily and snuggles deeper, pushing his face into the dimly-glowing walls.

benr...benr is so *full*, the weight in his middle so warm and heavy and soothing, the gentle squirms of his calm mate sending waves of contentment through his body and mind. he sings out warm happy-yellow and calm-blue, deeply chill. he hugs gord through his belly, and lets out a happy sigh when gord leans into it with his whole body. fuck, this is nice.

gords voice, somewhat muffled but still understandable, says, 'mmm, this is...really good.'

'yeah,' benr agrees, and nuzzles at his tummy. he's going to say more, thank gord for walking him through this, but stops in his tracks and spits pink, pink, pink, a startled blush rising on his face.

gord kissed him.

gord laughs, delighted, as the walls flash pink around him and then fade to blue.

dating an alien can be real weird, sometimes, but damn if it isn't worth it.

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khslydlydlhzyks ive had this idea sitting around for weeks, happy i finally got around to getting it down on (metaphorical) paper!

another direction this might have gone was gord guiding benr into swallowing him before either of them realizing the actual reason behind it, and gord just going full trust fall--but that didn't quite work out as I was writing it, this made more sense, I think.

this was fun to write!

bro that was so good............

#security snacking #long post #hlvoreai

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benwllbond · 3 years ago

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If you are still taking Robin/Julian prompts, can I please get some fluff with the two of them teaming up to play online chess and talking smack about their opponent?

i hope u enjoy this!! sorry its taken a little while for me to get done, i hope its kind of what u had in mind?? trying to write dialogue for julian is very difficult but i hope its okay!! if anyone has any more robin/julian prompts feel free to send them to me :)

i don't believe this has any spoilers for s3, but if u r super worried, this is written through the lens of having seen season 3, so there may be subtleties or something but i dont think so?

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Chess had been Julian and Robin’s “thing” for as long as Julian had been at Button House, give or take a few days. They would spend hours sitting at the chess board, initially attempting to teach Robin the basics of the game, and then later trying to keep in their minds the placements of all the pieces as they played.

The board that had sat for years, when Heather owned the house, untouched and gathering dust, had been a host for years of memories, chronicling so many of the major points in what was shared between them, from the very beginning, when Julian had died and Robin had first elected to take part in the game, to now, with Alison and Mike in the house, shaking up their routines completely. It seemed to Julian that all of the most important moments in his death could somehow be linked back to that chessboard.

As such, it made sense that the both of them were resistant to change. The idea seemed sacreligious, almost, and although that would usually push Julian in favour of something, this all felt entirely wrong to him. Alison’s offer to let them leave the table where Julian had first learnt of his ability, the pieces Robin had learnt to play with, although tempting, had initially seemed too much.

Vaguely surprisingly, it was Robin who came around first; possibly it was the man’s familiarity with change - nothing much was left the same over the thousands of years he had lived on the land of Button House - or maybe it was just the intrigue offered by the prospect of the online medium, but after a brief consideration, he was more than willing to give Alison’s suggestion a try - and to pester Julian about it.

“We make good team,” he explained one evening, as they sat in one of the sitting rooms, enjoying the ambiance of the fire, “And we can both win game then!”

Julian did have to concede that he had a point there, but despite how much he enjoyed utilising Alison’s new technologies, he couldn’t quite find himself willing to let go of their little chess board, no matter how ridiculously sappy and pathetic it sounded. The temptation to try this online chess game was strong, but Julian couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

“You just want to make all this extra work for me, don’t you,” he whinged, “Of course you’d go along with it, it's nothing to you!”

He didn’t even have to look to see Robin’s eyeroll.

“You as whiny as Thomas.”

Julian screwed his face up at the idea, before dramatically falling onto Robin, spreading himself out across the couch, his head in the caveman’s lap.

“I guess I can possibly consider doing this,” he groaned dramatically, and Robin couldn’t help but shake his head - he really was becoming far too much like the poet.

Nevertheless, however, he smiled down at Julian, who still had a ridiculously put out expression on his face.

“Love you.”

Julian didn’t like admitting he was wrong, but despite the awful cramps he was getting in his hand, if he were being honest, this was awfully fun.

He was still unsure if it was as good as playing against Robin, trying to keep up with where all the pieces had been moved, but it certainly had proven to be fun, so far at least, to play with him instead. It was nice to shake things up a bit, he figured, after 30 odd years of almost daily games, something new was nice.

“Take his prawn!” Robin exclaimed from next to him, animatedly pointing at the screen.

Obligingly, Julian agreed, wincing as he clicked the touchscreen to move the piece. “This is the last game for today, okay? This is hard work for me!”

“You not know hard work if it right in front of you,” Robin muttered, unhappy at the thought of losing his new favourite hobby for the rest of the day.

Before Julian had even had the chance to respond indignantly to that comment, Robin interjected,

“Dickhead!”

When Julian returned his focus to the screen, he saw that their opponent had taken their queen. Yeah, dickhead sounded about right.

The pair spent a moment in silence, staring analytically at the screen, contemplating their next move, calculating their next step. As the timer on the side of their screen continued to count down, Julian’s eyes widened in realisation and he began attempting to click the screen. When he saw what Julian was trying to do, Robin let out a pre-emptive celebratory cheer.

“Checkmate! We win!”

And sure enough, after a couple of attempts where his hand passed through the screen, when Julian managed to move the piece, the screen lit up with the message that they’d won.

“Aha! I told you, not just a handsome face!”

Robin rolled his eyes, but nonetheless, raised his hand, grinning, and Julian high fived him, somewhat reluctantly, because he knew what was going to happen next - the caveman was, if nothing else, predictable.

“We play again?” He asked, looking hopefully at Julian and he grimaced, both from the pain because his hands really were cramping really quite badly, and because he knew, as much as he prided himself in his ability to act in his own self interest, that he wouldn’t be able to say no to Robin.

“Genuinely though, one more game. That’s it, or you have to make Alison come and press all these buttons for you because my hands can not take any more of this! I am a respected politician, and will not stand for being treated like your slave, pressing all these buttons for you… I guess that is the burden of being the most skilled…”

Robin let Julian’s ranting and raving blend into the background for a moment, before deciding he had most definitely had enough - jabbing him in the ribs with his elbow proved to be a good enough solution to that problem.

Before Julian could start on a whole new tangent about his deserved respect, Robin gestured to the screen, reminding him of what was actually important.

“Game on!”

#ghosts #bbc ghosts #ghosts bbc #robin #julian x robin #julian fawcett #six idiots #the six idiots #ghosts fanfiction

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thoughtfulpaperback · 4 years ago

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Charmed 03x04 review SPOILERS!!!!!!

I really liked this episode so much that I actually had to be nitpicky to fill the dislike section. This episode brought back some of the very missed parts in season 1 that season 2 didn't fill. Mainly a feeling of domesticity combined with the looming danger. Season two was very much constant drama and angst. At the same time, Mel was given a relevant and very true to her character storyline that wasn't rushed unlike season 2.

The vibe felt like a good balance of season 1 and 2. I was entertained and intrigued by the promise of new lore-what is older than the oldest recorded magic?- and satisfied with the jokey/serious bits (like Macy's underfed and overhyped libido). Its a solid 8/10 (only because i save my 9 for the later episodes) because it is kinda rebooting itself again, in that we are getting a "new" magical text (the rock) there isn't anything to complain about lore/canon-wise and I am intrigued so I'll give it a solid 8/10 lore wise as well because the previous seasons set lore hasnt been contradicted so far.

I am super happy with what we've got so far. Moving on.

Dislikes

1. The new monster/threat seems more science fiction than fantasy/magic.

This is a nitpick. I am not unhappy about it but even when the OG Charmed and even Supernatural played with concepts traditionally reserved for sci-fi (parallel dimensions, alternate universes, and alien abductions for example) it still felt true to the genre of fantasy/supernatural/play on religon/etc. As soon as I saw the monster I screamed "It's an Alien!". And the end scene had me asking when Charmed became a sci-fi show. I am interested in where its going but it really was a noticeable shift in vibe so I have it in my dislikes.

2. Suffering as protest

I am not mad at it. I get it. And overall the message is that there is always cost to disrupting the status quo and we have to be willing to deal with that...... BUT, risking your emotional and mental health in abusive situations that you can get out of seems like too much. I believe that you can and should force yourself into spaces that people try to exclude you from and dealing with the reactions (usually negative) that come from that. But living with someone who is emotionally and mentally abusive is not okay. I would never tell a woman or man to continue living with someone who resents and retaliates against them for just being themselves in the hopes they will change somewhere down the line.

I do get it, I just think it is a fine line to walk. I dont think the show handled it poorly. I've seen worse, but it is important to be conscious of the possible ways it can be viewed or possibly trigger people.

3. So.....they not dead and its okay

They may explain it later which is why I didn't count it against the episode lore/cannon wise, but if they are using real names now does that mean they aren't legally dead now. Was that a magic reversal? Or they just magicked thier way passed the credentials and legal documents like last season? I give a pass since I felt the whole witchness protection program thing was underdeveloped anyways and they cam quickly resolve it was a throw away line later on. It's not a devastating contradiction to lore in the grand scheme of things.

Likes

1. The domesticity

Unlike last season the small ways they have shown the sisters routines helps to feel as if they are close and that they are a family and not just people forced together by duty, circumstance, and blood. They all felt closer to each other even with the lack of being physically close. And that's was done just by quick scenes showing how they know each others routines, how thier lives overlap, and how they interact with each other. Making breakfast, grabbing coffee for each other, walking together to the university. Little things like that made such a huge difference in my opinion.

2. Mel doing her thing!

I think what made season 1 Mel so great was that drive to help people. Not out of some idea of duty or responsibility, but out of truly being passionate about fighting with those who are oppressed and/or mistreated.

Mel was an activist both in the magical and non magical world. Season 2 Mel wasn't the same, it felt more like Mel was a prop and she was just going through the motions and just doing things out of a sense of duty which later on she seemed to resent.

I want to see Mel be passionate about saving and working with non magical people AND magical creatures. But if they reserve that for the non magical world, I won't be terribly disappointed as long as the writers continue to give Mel well written storylines and character archs.

3. Hacy

This was a good example or real couple issues and not just drama for the sake of drama. I think my biggest complaint of season 2 was that rather than focusing on realistic issues (not that miscommunication isn't a real issue) the writers threw in angsty and unnecessary tropes (love triangles and other love shapes) that they dragged put too long. You can have flawed couples facing issues without going to those extremes. I think this episode and even the last few episodes did really well with this.

Plus I love a soft hacy scene any day.

4. Maggie/panic attacks/and jordan

I love that not only are they not just dropping Maggie's panick attacks but they show her growth. Her calming herself by remembering what Jordan told her was amazing. She isn't dependent on others to "fix" her. She is using coping strategies effectively. I stan.

Also I do love that Jordan is still around.

Epsiode Highlights

Harry's entrance into the house

Macy's libido

"Kiddo"

Mel teaching again

Alien monster

Maggie suggesting "Men Talk Over Me"

"I love you as fully as I know how...."

Figure jumping out of a rift in the time space continuum

#charmed spoilers #charmed 2018 spoilers #hacy #harry greenwood #harry x macy #macy vaughn #charmed reboot #macy x harry #charmed cw #charmed remake #cw charmed #charmed 2018 #maggie vera #jordan chase #mel vera

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years ago

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Strangers (Pt.3)

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Virgil felt his throat close, almost deathly cold.

"R-Roman what do you-"

"And another thing, songbird, I dont want you calling me Roman anymore," Virgil thought he might cry, everything was so confusing and it had only been one day.

"What do you want me to call you then?. . ." Virgil asked, trying to keep his breathing steady, his eyes were clenched shut out of terror and fear.

"I think Romulus has a nice ring to it, dont you songbird?" Said Romulus, resting his head on Virgil's shoulder.

"Y-yes- its nice-" Virgil responded.

"Are you feeling well songbird? You look sick," said Romulus, turning Virgil's face.

Virgil opened his eyes, but when he had, he didnt see the vibrant green he was expecting.

No, he saw a deep, almost black, red color, and the same blood-red stains that had coated Roman's mouth just that morning, were staining the underside of Romulus' eyes. He bit his lip to keep from screaming.

"I'm fine Romulus- but uh-did you forget to take off your contacts and make-up before bed?" Virgil said quietly.

"Oh this? Just a new style songbird, no special affects required," said Romulus.

"I really dont think you should be sleeping with that necklace on though- it might choke you and quite frankly I dont want that," Virgil said, making a move to take off his own necklace.

"No," Virgil flinched at the harshness in Romulus' voice, and winced when he felt him grab his arm and pull it away from the necklace.

"Romulus!" Virgil's eyes went wide as he moved to push himself away.

"Songbird whats gotten into you? You're so jumpy today," Ronulus' face showed an expression of concern, but Virgil wasnt sure he bought it very much.

"You're not acting like- you! That's what's scaring me! You wake up bleeding from the mouth and coughing like you've got the plague and then deny going to the doctor, and then you hit me when I try to get these stupid necklaces off when you didnt start acting like this until we got them! And now your eye colors changing and you've got all this- stuff all over your face and you're acting like it's perfectly normal! And you're calling me songbird of all names when you've never once wanted to call me that!" The sentence escaped Virgil's throat in a series of harsh breathes.

"Oh. . ." Romulus' expression shifted to one of hurt and concern now.

"I'm sorry baby I- didn't think it would bother you so much," he said.

"But we should keep the necklaces on, who knows what would happen if we lost one or both, and if we dont know what's wrong with them than we certainly shouldnt risk something else happening, and you seem perfectly fine, so I doubt it's something serious," said Romulus, running his fingers through Virgil's hair.

"You have a point. . ." Virgil said quietly, looking off to the side for a few moments.

"Do you want me to stop calling you songbird, though? I will if it makes you unhappy," Romulus said, taking one of Virgil's hands in his and using his thumb to trace along his knuckles.

"Songbird is fine, it just- caught me off guard- that's all. . ." Virgil murmured.

"Alright, goodnight little songbird," said Romulus, pressing a kiss to Virgil's forehead and pulling him close.

"Good night Princey," Virgil whispered, before finally falling asleep.

His dreams were odd that night, dreams of blood and axes and chanting and a sweet smile that had turned into the maw of something sharp and horrifying, of wedding bells that seemed to shift into a funeral procession.

Virgil awoke the next morning, cold and sweaty, tears running down his face. He turned to the lump next to him, shaking it and hoping against his own reality that the eyes that blinked up at him would be a beautiful jade color.

But instead, he was once again met with charcoal.

"What is it songbird? You seem frightened," Romulus sat up in bed and pulled Virgil closer to him, resting Virgil's head in his lap and resuming the previous nights activity of messing with his hair.

"B-bad dream- thought- something happened-" Virgil said between sniffles.

"Oh my poor little songbird,dont worry, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere," said Romulus, now pulling Virgil up to his chest, Virgil buried his face in the soft fabric of Romulus' pajamas.

"What about work?" Virgil said, smirking.

"Oh? Getting cheeky now are we?" Romulus said with a laugh. Virgil smiled, maybe it really had just been a dream, maybe he was just scared of something changing when there was nothing to be scared about.

"But seriously, do you want to go to work today? Are you sure you dont still feel sick?" Virgil said, moving away from Romulus' chest and looking up at him.

"I think I can go in today, the extra cash doesnt hurt now does it?" Romulus said, tracing along Virgil's jawline and smiling.

"Extra money never hurts anyone but the people being exploited for it," Virgil responded.

"Theres my little anarchist songbird, been listening to Janus again have you?" Romulus said.

"Of course I have, hes the only one who can make AP Government interesting," Virgil replied.

"Well I've got to start getting ready then ok songbird? You stay here while I get started on breakfast," said Romulus.

"Ok," Virgil lay back down and reached to grab his phone off the bedside table.

Sixteen missed calls from Patton

Twenty missed calls from Janus

Ten missed calls from Remus

One hundred and forty six missed messages from Janus and five others

Virgil stared at the notification screen for a long while, before noticing the 'Silent' symbol at the top corner.

He only felt more guilty as he began to read, hundreds of concerned voices and texts, all asking if he'd made it home alright.

He decided to call Janus and Patton first.

"Virgil! We've been worried sick! Why havent you been answering? Did something happen? Is everything alright?" Patton's voice chimed over the phone, frenzied and terrified.

"I'm fine Pat- just had my phone on silent on accident for some reason, Romulus is back to normal, it was just an off day," Virgil said.

The line went quiet.

"Virgil. . . Who's Romulus?. . ." Janus replied, from further away it seemed.

"Roman changed his name," Virgil said nonchalantly.

"Oh- well- tell him we're happy for him," Patton said awkwardly.

"Will do," Virgil said.

And then he hung up, and it all seemed to feel rather strange.

And this only continued after this other calls. He wouldve thought Romulus would have told his own brother about his name change before he told Virgil, but that didnt seem to be the case.

"Princey?" Virgil slipped out of bed and into the kitchen.

"Songbird? What are you doing up? Breakfast's not ready yet," Romulus said.

"I just got off the phone with the gang- my phone was on silent last night and they were all really worried, but I wanted to ask you something-" Virgil said nervously.

"Yes, songbird?" Romulus replied.

"How come you told me you changed your name, but not Remus, hes your brother, wouldnt he be more important?" Virgil said.

"Well I prefer to think you're the most important thing in my life songbird," Romulus said with a smile.

"Dear gods you're so cheesy," Virgil said, rolling his eyes.

"I know songbird," Romulus replied.

"Can you try this for me?" Romulus said, holding out a fork with a piece of waffle on it. Virgil walked over and took the bite, eyes widening as he did.

"Which brand is this?" Virgil said when he finished.

"Home-made," Romulus said, smiling.

"Careful or you're gonna end up having to do a lot more work for breakfast," Virgil said with a laugh.

"That's the idea songbird," said Romulus.

Soon enough Romulus was on his way to work, and Virgil was alone in the house again, but for some odd reason.

He felt less alone than he ever had before.

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hearteyes-candyskies · 5 years ago

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Odysseus

yandere shouto x reader, background shinsou x reader

summary; im a lil too obsessed with greek myth and purple prose and shouto’s too obsessed with u. peep the title if u still dont know what this is abt

tw; blood, death

word count; 2.6k

the cast

of course, we have our brave and guileful hero, Todoroki Shouto, as Odysseus himself, Nobody, King of Ithaca, and Son of Laertes. you play the role of sweet Penelope, Helen’s pretty mortal cousin. brash Antinous is portrayed by Yoarashi Inasa. and Shinsou Hitoshi is our silver-tongued Eurymachus

the first glance

Shouto first comes for the hand of your demi-god cousin, Helen, who is said to rival Aphrodite in beauty. you don’t like this farce your uncle puts on, summoning men from all over Greece to compete for Helen’s hand in marriage; she is still a child, only 16, and with no say in her future. still, you think, rather guiltily, better her than you. you do your best to avoid the suitors who come in hope of Helen’s hand, lest the see you and decide that they would like a consolation prize. downward gazes, veiled hair, and thick, draping robes all help to deflect attention, and you mange to pass unnoticed for the first couple weeks. all of this changes when he arrives. it’s said that nothing escapes his watchful gaze, and when his icy eyes sweep over you, you can feel yourself freeze as you pull your shawl just a little closer. he pauses for a fraction of a second, and yet you are unimaginably relieved when he moves on to inspect the crowd of nobles gathered in the corner

the pursuit

that night, you appear only as needed for the festivities before hurrying off to your rooms to weave. you’re rushing through one of the more abandoned hallways, preferring to walk a little extra rather than run into a drunk man, and when you turn the corner, room in view, Shouto stops you. maybe stop is too vague of a word; rather, he cages you in, not only with a casual hand against the wall, but also societal niceties. you desperately want to push him away, run for the refuge of your room, but to do so would be to slight all of Ithaca and bring his wrath down on your father. Shouto knows this, too. he tries to woo you first, honeyed words and a silver tongue, but you’re the daughter of a king. you’re used to gold. he tells you that the minute he saw you hiding away in the corners of shadows that his heart would beat for no other, and that he had to have you no matter what it took.

‘such a delicate thing, whose humble beauty is overshadowed by your cousin’s,’ he says. it doesn’t escape your notice how docile he makes you out to be, and while you were raised to be demure and refined lady, if Shouto really thinks you’re going to sit back and let him take you away, he’s wrong. he seems to sense the little fire of rebellion deep within you, but rather than putting him off, it only stokes his desire. lust flares in his eyes, and from that moment onward you know that you’ve trapped yourself in an obsessive relationship

the snare

Shouto leaves Tyndareus’ house with an alliance of the Greek city states and your hand in marriage. his quick wit and silver tongue allows him to secure the visiting nobles into a united agreement; Tyndareus will choose a husband for Helen, and all other men must leave without quarrel, and come when called upon. in return, Tyndareus will support Shouto in his pursuit of you. you know who the man is before your uncle even speaks, for in your agreement to marry Shouto, you asked that he might provide a kind and worthy man as Helen’s spouse. once again Helen lords over your life, but you cannot find it within yourself to hate her for it. after all, she is but a mere child, still too young to understand that her beauty is not really hers, that her life will always be in the hands of other men. still, one could argue that you are but a child, too. the ceremony is beautiful; you wear a dress of the finest fabric, a material softer and finer and lighter than any sort of linen you have ever encountered but one that Shouto assures you is worth it’s weight in gold. if he thinks to buy your love with material goods, you’ll allow yourself to be spoiled but you will never part with your affection willingly. at least, that’s what you think. Shouto has other plans

the early years

even from the beginning Shouto’s love is overbearing and extreme, but he’s a powerful king who treats you well and kept your cousin safe so there’s not much you can complain about. you’re just barely out of childhood, children who have been burdened with great power and yet the love and devotion he looks at you with is unparalleled. you have a feeling that he would fight even the gods to keep you. he’s kind and considerate; for the first two years of marriage he neither beds you nor tries do, despite the pressure he must feel to produce an heir and the weight of your family’s expectations. these gifts, these personal liberties he allows you to have, the way he lets you roam the island at your own leisure, this is why you fall in love with him. it’s odd; you never thought you would love the stoic king of Ithaca, but it seems that Aphrodite has other plans for you. on your twentieth birthday, you welcome him into your bed for the first time, and less than a month later, you discover that you are with child. it’s the next turning point in your marriage

the worse years

after the birth of Telemachus, Shouto’s love changes once again. once forgiving and relaxed about your interactions with others, he seeks to hide you away for only himself to see. the worst is when men approach you. it does not matter what their intentions are, nor their age nor stature nor standing; Shouto claims that his heart beats only for you, and thus yours should beat only for him. his demands to know where you’ve been and who you’ve talked to become more and more intense, until the island loses it’s queen. you are a prisoner in your own home, with Shouto smothering you in love, spending the whole of his day just lounging with you while he addresses kingly matters. bitterly, you think how you have never had any power to your name, not the way that men do and not the way that Shouto does. your rooms are nothing but a gilded cage, and you are almost glad when he is summoned for war. almost. after all, you do love the soft, kind boy that he once was

the war

throughout the war, you hear of your husband’s exploits. his bravery, his cunning, his skill. whenever you do not hear about him, your heart aches in fear, though you do not know if you wish him alive or dead. a year after the way has ended, when Helen has been reunited with Menelaus again, when Agamemnon is dead and Cassandra gone, when Aeneas has set sail for New Iliium, not yet Rome, the suitors come trickling in. at first, you do not know what to do, for festivities and mean both ceased to exist within the palace walls after the birth of your son. two catch your eye, bold Antinous, known as Inasa, sweet beyond his brash exterior, and sly Eurymachus, whose wit you see in your husband and whose charm is only his own. by the end of the second year after the fall of Troy, it is obvious who your heart beats for. the sight of purple sets your heart alight, and his small smiles are as sweet as the finest honey. you wonder if this is how Odysseus felt when he first saw you.

‘call me Hitoshi’, he says, and the way it rolls off your tongue is a sign that this love was meant to be. he asks for your hand in marriage three times. each time a flash of red and white causes your throat clog with fear, and though you know that you deny him out of protection, it makes the tears no less painful. even the loss of your husband cannot set you free

the reprieve

after Hitoshi’s third proposal, you set about weaving a shroud for your vanished lover. each day you weave ten rows, and each night you unravel five more. the sun-drenched days you spend with your violet-haired lover only fuel a blazing passion within you, but when he is gone, when you are alone in a cold room meant for two, the icy gaze of your husband haunts you, and you cannot help but delay the inevitable once more. you will bury your love, one day. you just cannot find the courage now. in the end of the fifth year after the fall of Troy, you finish the shroud.

Hitoshi is too respectful to rejoice, but you can see the relief in his eyes that you have finally put the memory of your husband to rest. plans are made, friends contacted, and suitors long vacated return to your halls in preparation of a beautiful wedding. the palace swells with life once more, the boisterous laughter of the men filling the halls and driving away the cold of the night. when night falls, you rest your head against Hitoshi’s chest, his arm slung carelessly across your shoulders, and you listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat, and rejoice in the constancy of his love.

where Shouto is the sun, bright and brilliant and life giving, but prone to flares of temper and burning those his affections focus on, Hitoshi is the moon; silver-tongued and soft, reflecting the radiance of others and giving the world a gentle glow. yet, despite your happiness, despite the love and life that is promised, you cannot help but feel a pit of worry in your gut

the unraveling

not more than a week after the former suitors’ arrival, your anxieties are confirmed in the form of a beggar. he is naught but an old man, merely claiming to know of the great king Odysseus, yet you cannot help but lean away from Hitoshi, your lover, and sit as if unhappy with the festivities. something about your mysterious visitor doesn’t sit right with you, and when he proclaims that Odysseus has escaped death, you know why. Inasa laughs, the scent of wine and honey heavy on his breath, and declares Odysseus dead.

‘his wife has burned the shroud she wove, not more than a month ago. dead men do not return five years after their fall.’ you want nothing more than to silence him, fear brewing in your stomach, and you are too busy giving panicked glances to your dear friend to notice how the stranger’s eyes train on you alone. a curt nod affirms Inasa’s statement, and your voice is steady when you answer.

‘less than a moon ago I laid the memory of my husband to rest. it has been ten long years, five years too long for a living man to return.’ you say this, and yet, you cannot wonder if this is a test . who is this man who claims to know of your husband, whose eyes burn like ice against your skin? you have to know, and perhaps it is your curiosity that causes your downfall

the slaughter

when the guests wake the next day, you propose a challenge. it’s selfish of you, borne out of a need for reassurance, a need to know that your husband truly is dead and that your love lives and will remain living. the great bow of Odysseus, only to be strung and shot by the man himself, is brought out, and forty axes are planted in the great hall.

‘this bow was my husbands, may his soul rest in Hades, and it was said that only he could wield it. who among you will try?’ man after man step up, failing good naturedly and patting Hitoshi on the back when he too does the same. you don’t mind his inability to wield the bow; in fact, it comforts you that your husband has been laid to rest, that his memory will not live on even in his weapons. then, the beggar from last night comes forward, and though you know that the decrepit body of his will be unable to sustain the force needed to even string the bow, fear runs thick in your blood. it is like you have been struck by Zeus, watching as the stranger strings the bow with ease, before launching an arrow straight through the great axes in the hall. your husband stands, and shakes off the illusion like a fur coat.

‘my love’ is all he says, and before you can react there’s an arrow buried in Agelaus’ heart and an expression of horror burned into his face. he orders you to the bedroom, your shared bedroom, but you stand still in shock, unable to move as he slaughters the men you have called friends in the very place you once called a prison. soon, far too quickly, there is none left save for brave Inasa and your lover Hitoshi. the look of disgust on your husband’s face as he rounds on Inasa, sword drawn, is unimaginable.

‘you come into my house, flaunt the rules of xenia, court my wife, and desire mercy? you will have no justice except for the bite of my blade.’ Inasa dies inelegantly, loud voice lost in a fountain of blood pouring from his throat. as Shouto stalks towards Hitoshi, it as all you can do to throw yourself around your lover, despite your please, Hitoshi steps out from behind you, hands placating and silver tongue spilling words of peace and goodwill. you want to tell him that silver tongues fail against tongues of gold, but it is too late and in the end all you can do is hold your love as the life bleeds from his eyes, forgiving and gentle to the very end

the ruins

the hem of your fine silk dress is soaked in blood when Shouto pulls you into his embrace, and you call brokenly for the servants to keep your son from seeing the carnage. he should never have to know the monster that his father is. as you look into his face, worn by the horrors of war and lined by time, you cannot help but hope that this is not your husband who has just perpetuated such a crime, that the soft red and white haired boy you once knew is dead, and a god holds you in their arms instead.

it’s a desperate, last ditch attempt to save the face of a man who once brought the life of Ithaca to you, and when you ask him to prove that he is Odysseus, that he is Shouto, your husband, you hope that he cannot speak anything but lies and half truths. he asks what you would want to hear from him, and you tell him that you have tired of sleeping alone and would like him to move to the bed in your bridal chamber, as only Odysseus himself would be able to lift it.

Shouto smiles, the years slipping off his face, and for a second you’re staring into the eyes of a man who helped your cousin, a man who waited two years to even touch you because he wanted to respect your decision to love him at your own pace, the man who gave you your greatest joy, Telemachus. he strokes your hair, love clouding his beautiful eyes, and tells you that it cannot be done, for he built the bed himself around a living olive tree. your heart sinks in disappointment, and you know that no divinity stands before you, only a god of a man. as you fall into his arms and sob, he holds you close, arms just a little too tight as he whispers soft comforts in your ear.

‘I am home, my love, and you have been here, waiting faithfully for me’

#yandere shouto x reader #yandere #tw: blood #tw: death

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enchanted--realm · 4 years ago

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When Calls the Heart Live Ramples

Season 8 episode 9 Pre Wedding Jitters

That scene in 👏Nathan's 👏office👏 The lines they wrote for Kevin *chef's kiss* perfection. I mean, I still dont like this whole secret reveal thing. I think it's so dumb. Like, ain't no way the writers intended Nathan to have this secret when he first came to the show. I don't think he was suppose to have any secret at all. I mean, this whole, 'There's something he's not telling me' thing came out of nowhere. That aside, the love confession was great, again, and he left Elizabeth speechless again and she ran away, AGAIN. That tells me all I need to know. She cannot deny this man BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM. And if y'all think otherwise than you're delusional.

The game at the bachelorette party. It was obvious from the promo for this episode how this would play out. She reaches for Nathan's hands and thinks he's the one. (I was predicting that she would know it was Nathan and then feel uncomfortable and move on, but that didnt happen. She thought he was Lucas *bleh. Though I was still right in thinking Nathan would be 'the one' during this little game). We like that. I really liked how the party scene lasted longer than I expected. It wasnt even too long of a scene, but it was definitely long for When Calls the Heart. This show really needs to work on it's pacing. Everything happens so fast bc they have to cut to the millions of side plots that happen in every episode. My gosh, would they give us some focus please.

When Lucas came by Elizabeth's house in the morning I enjoyed that they interacted more casually with each other it seemed, at least it did on Elizabeth's part. Just through small details like the way she was casually leaning in the doorframe or her tone of voice. She wasnt so awkwardly polite...but Lucas still was. Lucas is so polite it's uncomfortable. Like I don't feel like anybody could just be themselves around him, bc it's like every meeting has this awkward air of being polite to an acquaintance you dont know well. Ugh it's so weird. I didnt like that Elizabeth told him Nathan's reveal. I feel she should have kept that to herself. Ugh and then Lucas wanted to act all protective and 'talk' to Nathan. Oh please. That is not his place. Elizabeth is obviously the one who needs to talk with Nathan and it's no one else's business what goes in between them, besides Allie of course. And speaking of Allie, I thought her scenes were really good and thoughtful. I still think it was weird that Lucas got her a gift for her adoption ceremony, but whatever we are past that now. I like that her character is being more mature about everything too. I really hope we get a scene where Allie and Elizabeth have their own conversation though. They need it. I'm not sure how I feel about that obvious Paul (Florence's son) having a crush on Allie. It seems that the writers will want them to like each other. I guess it could be cute? It's just a little awkward bc we havent seen this Paul kid around before so it creates a weird air that the only reason he shows up now is to be a school crush for Allie. Eh. Jaeda was great though and I think she did her scenes well.

After Lucas and E talked, I think it's obvious to Lucas that Elizabeth has strong feelings for Nathan and that she's just running away from them. I mean, she told Lucas that when Nathan told her he loves her all she could do was say nothing and just leave. *holds out arms and stares with a 'well, there you have it' expression'* IT DOESNT GET ANY CLEARER THAN THAT. I wonder if the writers will make Lucas step down bc he cant be with someone who will never love him. Idk how Lucas will react honestly, Lucas's character is such a mystery to me I could never know what he would do in a situation that didnt involve setting up a perfectly romantic date or sweet talking someone with an annoyingly, unrealistic, perfectly understanding polite response.

Elizabeth was also super rude to the people she cares about in this episode. The way she talked to Rosemary. First, she didnt like hearing what Rosemary had to say, which implies that she may have been blaming Nathan for Jack's death. That is such a horrible thing to hold against someone. I mean I could understand why she would feel that way but just for a moment. I mean she should understand how completely wrong and irrational that thought process is and that she shouldnt blame Nathan. TWO, then she had the nerve to tell Rosemary something like 'why would you think that comment would help me right now'. Wow Elizabeth. Gee, maybe she's saying the truth and she's also your friend and just trying to talk things through and give her opinion as a way to help you through your difficult situation. God forbid she doesnt say the perfect thing that you needed to hear at that time, she can't read your mind. I thought that was incredibly rude. It hurt to see Rosemary hurt. And then later she told her that she should leave her house. *SCOFF* man, she was really hitting Rosemary hard this episode. If I were in Rosemary's shoes, yes I would be hurt, but I think I would mostly be understanding of what Elizabeth might be going through and not take anything personally. E's lucky that Rose is such a good friend. OH! What Rosemary told Nathan in the library! She totally implied with her little metaphor comparison that Nathan was making Elizabeth unhappy by getting in the way of true love, i.e. Lucas and Elizabeth. I-- wow! Everyone is against this man. I'm so glad that Nathan stands firm. I mean he knows that Elizabeth feels strongly for him based off her reactions to his honesty with her and how she never denies anything and just runs away. I mean, it's plain as day. Let's not forget the *speechless gaze into each other's eyes* 'I can't' from Honestly, Elizabeth.

I think that's it regarding the love triangle. I absolutely despise the Faith and Carson relationship. And I cant believe they made him say, come with me to Baltimore and we can see in a year if we want to get married. That is so dumb. He just asked Faith to drop everything and leave her life in Hope Valley for a 'I might break up with you in a year' situation. Dumb. This is definitely out of character for Carson. It's obvious the writers are just trying to get rid of him and make him not be missed by the audience. They clearly want us to favor Faith, but she couldnt be more annoying honestly. I wish she were leaving and Carson would stay in Hope Valley. But whatever.

I dont like how every side plot seems to be about some couple's budding relationship. I mean aside from the love triangle, we have Florence and Ned, Molly and Bill, Clara and Jesse (though not a budding relationship, it's still all about their relationship) and now Rachel and Christopher and oh yes also Fiona and whoever that guy is and wow I'm still missing Faith and Carson. Thats 6 other romantic relationships in the show (not including the also important one of Rosemary and Lee) and I'm probably leaving one out. Oh yes, now possibly Allie and Paul. 7. Seven relationship side plots!!! Omg I'm going crazy!! They need to learn how to write some actual plot! What happened to town problems and family drama! Thank goodness we have Henry Gowen and his son (cant believe I just complimented that out of nowhere concept but hey) and the oil thing with Lucas and Henry, barely ever a plot line. This show needs better writing. There's no glue holding the town together and even when there is, it's so small or happens so fast that it doesnt have any long lasting and meaningful affect.

If I weren't so invested in Elizabeth's plotline and in need of some wholesome tv, I would have stopped watching a long time ago. Oh and the last thing. The mention of Abigail. I'm so glad Henry mentioned her because she was very important to him and his character growth. His character arc is one of the saving graces of the show and it needs to be given more attention.

Okay in short, Elizabeth was hecka rude, Nathan is wonderful and so was that office scene. We also stan Allie. Next week's episode also looks like a dud and I dont think much will happen.

#when calls the heart live #when calls the heart season 8 #when calls the heart #wcth

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jojo-reader-hell · 5 years ago

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hi could i please get a rohan x sibling reader during the events of DIU?? and if u dont mind, could the reader be around 15ish and a stand user?? sorry if this is too vague

No worries! I had to do a bit of research for this one, so I hope you enjoy it regardless! I didn’t know his character too well, let me know if I did Rohan justice!

Rohan Kishibe and Sister!Reader: Tales from Moominvalley

“Are you reading that pathetic excuse of chicken scratch again?”

You looked up from your Moomin anthology, a scowl on your face when your eyes met with Rohan’s. You never understood why you got the short end of the stick with this piss poor excuse of a brother. He mocked everything you did, most brothers would protect their baby sisters from any harm in the world. A normal big brother would sacrifice life and limb, climb any mountain, face any foe, stop his own heart to pull his baby sister free from a centuries long curse. Rohan called you a basement dweller because you held weekly sessions of Dungeons and Dragons at the cyber cafe in town (it used to be held at your home, until Rohan started coming in and making fun of the plot you’d created). He would demean you as a person for getting less than perfect marks at school. Put on a good enough show for the adults that worshiped him and for the fans of his works, but treated you like a disease.

“It’s called literature, Rowboat. As in, the artist is also an accomplished writer who understands world building and human emotion. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you? Go back to your cartoons.”

You had to be harsh, to protect yourself from him.

“What did you say, you little basement dweller?!” He growled.

“I said you’re nowhere near the accomplishments of Tove Jansson, artistically or in terms of writing. Now shut up and leave me alone. I’m reading about REAL emotions.”

You both continued like this back and forth, until Rohan refused to cook you dinner and you stormed out of the house in a huff, not letting him see the tears that fell down your cheeks as you slammed the door. He knew you didn’t have much money, but the way you insulted him, he couldn’t take the abuse lying down.

Not even if he had to be the responsible one, because your parents didn’t want to take care of a child anymore. Not even if he’d been the one to come and claim you, never alluding to how much he’d cried when he was told that the courts approved his request to become your legal guardian, or how excited he’d been to have the privilege of raising such a fine baby sister such as you were.

Pride got in the way. Useless pride, and perhaps even a bit of envy when he first heard you telling stories to your Stand. Defying Gravity always sat perfectly still when he saw her through the crack in your door, her head cocked as you went on and on about the worlds inside your head and the characters you thought of. Some of them seemed so familiar, and it was when he’d taken you on some outings in the city for school supplies that he noticed you were very quiet and contemplative, always watching everyone else around you live their lives as though you were watching fish swimming in an aquarium. It was always pride, because no matter how many times Rohan used his Stand on others he couldn’t seem to connect the dots like you could. Understanding people and emotions, it came so naturally to you, and yet it never seemed as though you were able to read your own brother accurately.

He noticed as he trekked to the kitchen to make some coffee that you’d left your Moomin book on the table. Strange... you never put the stupid thing down, and he never had a chance to see what it was about even though he could have easily gone to the store and picked up a copy himself. He noticed heathen that you were, you marked pages and smiled to yourself when no one was looking.

When he picked up the book, perusing random pages, he noticed you had starred some very important text bubbles, and sinking into the chair, he decided to thumb through the pages and read every bit of text that you deemed important.

“But one needs a change sometimes. We take everything too much for granted, including each other.”

“I only want to live in peace, plant potatoes and dream!”

“All things are so very uncertain, and that's exactly what makes me feel reassured.”

“It’s funny about paths and rivers, you see them go by, and suddenly you feel upset and want to be somewhere else – wherever the path or the river is going, perhaps.”

"Oh! I should like to live in that shell. I want to go inside and see who is whispering in there."

"It's only the sea. Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn't go inside because it's a labyrinth and you may never come out."

“I used to stand before the mirror and look deep in my unhappy eyes and heave sighs such as: ‘Oh cruel fate!’ ‘Oh terrible lot’ ‘Nevermore.’ And in a few minutes I felt a little bit better.”

Such beauty in words, he could hardly put the book down and continued to thumb through it, gaining a little bit more insight into the cunning and beautiful thoughts you must have had every single day. He teased you because he envied you. Manga was all practicality. Never any freedom because his editor always breathed heavily down his neck at any original thought that would not sell and make Rohan an instant success. This was the fault in his craft, and he envied you because you were a dreamer. You lived your life skipping barefoot in the clouds of your imagination, but only crashing down to earth again when he jarred you with his mean spirit. To read about the words that inspired you from your favorite book, and to know you as he never could if you were standing in front of him, it felt so raw and open that his heart ached in such a way that it never had before.

And then he was shot in the chest again, because the very last passage you had underlined made him choke up with guilt.

“I put my trivial surroundings aside and mused more and more about myself, and I found this to be a bewitching occupation. I stopped asking and longed instead to speak of my thoughts and feelings. Alas, there was no one besides myself who found me interesting.”

Didn’t he have a hand in that? You used to want to tell him stories. You used to be so excited and blooming with life that no matter how many times he tried to recreate that pure enthusiasm he always failed. It was something so uniquely belonging to his baby sister that was like a daughter to him. Your sparkle, is what he called it. Your sparkle used to shine so brightly when you tried to explain the world within you, only to be shot down cruelly because he had a deadline to meet. He had a manuscript to complete because the bills were due and he had to get you a new uniform and new shoes, had to struggle and pull the strength out of himself to keep you happy and healthy, only to push you away and make you angry at him.

He was unreadable to you, Rohan realized, because you couldn’t comprehend why someone you loved and trusted with your true self rejected you so harshly.

Guilt ate at him as he put the book down where it came from, instinct pulling him into the kitchen where he began to chop vegetables and cook rice for a simple meal to be waiting for you when you returned. Rohan knew you didn’t have enough money, maybe for some chips from the convenience store, but not enough for any kind of a meal that he could take the time to cook. He had four days off, he could make you something that gave you substantial leftovers and even get to work on a lunch for you to take to school tomorrow, he could start off new. Show you how much he loved you and cared for you, his only baby in the whole wide world that he ran himself ragged for.

#jojo’s bizzare adventure #jojo’s bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable #jojo’s bizarre adventure x reader #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #little sister reader #jjba #jjba stand oc #jjba stand #jjba x reader #jjba diu #reader insert fiction #moominvalley #i go hard for them moomins #moomin #tove jansson #reader is a stand user

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years ago

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mouth full of white lies {Machine Gun Kelly} 5

5. you say that you’re no good for me

Summary: So you have actual real feelings for him and they’re kind of starting to get in the way of your job, which is awful because you’re a professional, damn it, you’re better than that. Perhaps it’s time to come clean.

the brainstrust: @sataninsatin @silvertonguedserpent @juliarose21 @kellysimagines @estxxbritt @machine-gun-casie @harringtonstudios @misscharlottelee @narcvissa @hiworlditishumbleme @angelwarner28 @nevilles-insinuations @rumoured-whispers @mgkobsessed @edwardtriggerhandzz @suckerforbarnes @wastelcve @bakerkells @local-troubled-writer @freddiessmallnipples @oopsiedoopsie23 @mayaslifeinabox @mrs-machinegun-norris @hxbbit @lilytalebi

Casie had gone back to her mom’s about a week and a half ago, and now you’re left all alone with his words of ‘like if you wanted to actually date my dad, that’d be cool with me’ with a strangely knowing air that you’re trying not to think about.

But the point is that now you’re sitting back, watching him snort fake cocaine of a very pretty girl’s bare chest, and slowly and bitterly coming to terms with the fact that your feelings for him have gone from just a lowkey crush, to a crush large enough to make you jealous because a girl’s got her tits all over Colson on a set that looks like a strip club, and you hear ‘and we’re rolling’ a few feet away from you, and you’re not quite sure why there’s an uneasy feeling in your stomach. At first you try and tell yourself that you’re a little indignant that they’re basically just using pretty girls as props, but the girls who are all over your brother in the scene don’t give you that same vague nauseous feeling, so you can’t delude yourself that into believing that there’s any particularly feminist reason for your feelings.

You try not to think too much about the girls on set wearing not much at all, covered in oil and glitter with their hair teased up and curled and laden with products. They’re doing their job, and they’re doing it well, listening to the directors, and you’re just trying not to compare yourself to them because you’re in very different roles.

And you tell yourself this.

Over and over.

“How’re you doing, Duck?” In between takes, your brother will often check in on you, and it’s getting harder to force a smile.

“Great!” But you know even as you say it that he won’t believe you; Douglas can see through your lies better than anyone else in the world. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t, Doug,” you tell his quietly, face and voice both falling in the safety of his presence, but you don’t move away, “I’m a professional.” You tell him, but your heart’s not in it.

“I know you are, Duckling -”

“I’m really trying.” You mutter, leaning your head against his shoulder, conceding defeat to your own negative thoughts.

“This is new for you, I know,” he assures calmly, his hand still firm and reassuring on your shoulder.

“It’s just a job,” you remind yourself again, “everyone here’s a professional.” Voice so low only Douglas can hear you, he gives you an almost imperceptible squeeze. Before he can get a word in edgewise, the director is calling for the scene to be reset, and he had to go. Across the room, Colson gives you a quizzical look, and you try your best to smile back; it doesn’t seem to work, his frown just deepens.

And you move on with your life. Try to, at least; pick up your clipboard, ask Josy if she needs anything, and try not to act relieved when she asks you to buy her a coffee.

You get dinner on your own that night, which isn’t necessarily an unusual occasion, but you’re lingering in the fancy Italian restaurant a few blocks from his house, looking a little lonely, a little like the poster-girl for every pining girl in a rom-com waiting for her true love, sadly poking at your half-finished dessert. If you get recognized, you’re pretty sure the press is going to have a field day.

The thoughts won’t leave your head; it’s more than the girls on set, it’s more than the thought that he’s done this sort of thing before, it’s more than even his reputation, because you don’t give a shit about his reputation, but you can’t deny that you don’t have feelings for him, and you can’t deny that you didn’t have feelings for him before any of this even happened.

If you hadn’t said anything, you’re pretty sure nothing would have happened between the two of you. Which is okay, it’s fine, but something about it being fake is worse than it never happening.

So you leave your dessert half finished, and start the lonely walk back to the hotel where your brother was staying.

[💜colson💜: where r u 💜colson💜: u ok? 💜colson💜: did something happen today?? 💜colson💜: ducky 🦆🥰: im fine 🦆🥰: you dont need to worry about me]

But you don’t go to the hotel. You have to see him, have to get these thoughts out of your head before they drive you mad.

“Were you waiting for me?” Your voice is small when you finally get to his house, get to his room, and Colson’s laying back on his bed, stretched out and shirtless, looking a little like the centerfold of a magazine in the lamp light. Your heart’s in your throat.

“I do worry about you, you know.”

“What?” Is all you can think to say, and try to avert your gaze.

“You said I don’t need to worry about you; I know that, I do though,” he says, doesn’t look away from the ceiling.

“Why?” Though it’s said with a laugh, there’s no humour in it, but you don’t know if you wanna hear his answer, don’t know if you could handle it, “if I had never said anything, you wouldn’t have made a move,” you rattle off, the words falling from you like you’d rehearsed them, though it’s more accurate to say that the thoughts had been going around in your head for so long that you couldn’t even find any other words. Colson’s head turns to look at you, frowning, “so you wouldn’t have needed to worry about me then, so you shouldn’t have to worry about me now.”

And then there’s silence, and he’s regarding you with an almost angry confusion.

“What?” He finally asks, disbelief colouring his tone.

“Don’t worry about me,” you sighed, moving around the room to the open balcony door, plopping yourself into one of the wicker chairs, closing the door behind yourself.

“What is your problem? I thought we were good,” Colson’s quick to open the door and follow you out, sitting in his usual spot, elbows on his knees, almost glaring with an intensity you hadn’t witnessed before, “if you want out, you can go, don’t stay on my account if you’re unhappy.”

This shocks you enough to keep your mouth closed as you look out to horizon.

“You’ve got your room at the hotel, you don’t have to stay -”

“Just tell me,” you cut him off, “if I’d never suggested this, I would have just been Doug’s little sister during the whole process, and you wouldn’t have done anything, would you?”

“Done anything?”

“Made a move.”

“Because me making a move on the golden girl of YouTube would have worked out great,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes and sitting back, “if you hadn’t said anything, no I wouldn’t have made a move; I don’t actively seek out ways to get shot down by chicks who think they’re better than me.”

“What?” You voice comes out small, confused and a little sad, somehow it’s worse than the answer you were expecting. “I don’t -”

“And don’t go high-roading me on this bullshit; you wouldn’t have made a real move either,” it’s like his own words don’t even quite register as he said, but after a beat, he sighs, the anger, the tension leaving his body in a rush, “I know you don’t think you’re better than me. Now.” He added, and okay, he had a point there; as much as his reputation preceded him, yours did too.

But that’s not what’s caught your focus.

“You would have wanted me to?” Shyly, almost traitorously hopeful, you can’t look at him as you speak. There’s a shift in tone, the tension changing to something new, something a little bit exciting.

“I didn’t want to scare you off -”

“I’m not porcelain, you know,” you say, glancing at him out of the corner of your eyes, and you see him give a half-amused smile.

“Like I said, I know that now,” he conceded, “but you’re Doug’s little sister; he calls you Duck for fuck’s sake, you give off this vibe like you bleed bath bomb water, and me, I give off this vibe like -”

“Like you’ll rope someone into committing a felony,” you tell him with a dry smile, and he laughs, nodding a little.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” he says, with surprising self-awareness, “but yeah, if I knew then,” he pauses for a moment, his gaze moving to the stars; even in this light you can see him turning faintly red, “how cool you were, yeah I would have done something.”

Heart in your throat, you want to ask him if there’s still even a chance, but your mind’s stuck on the if.

“Should I have done something?” You hear yourself ask, quiet, fiddling with your hands, and when he doesn’t answer after a beat, you can feel your heartbeat heavy in your chest. When you turn to him, he’s there, leaning in, and you meet him halfway, kissing him hard in the starlight.

You take that as a yes.

No cameras, nobody around; it’s not an act when you let yourself get pulled from your chair, closer to him, the two of you standing now. At first his hands are gentle, holding your face almost reverentially, like he can’t quite believe he gets to touch you like this without having to put on a show for everyone, and you feel almost dizzy with his lips on yours.

“I can’t believe I waited so fucking long to do that,” he murmurs, and your breath stutters from you, so overwhelmed that he wanted you, that he wants you, really wants you, that it’s all you can do to kiss him again. Rough this time, you card your fingers through his hair, tug, pull him close and kiss him desperately. He can probably taste on your tongue how much you’ve wanted him too.

Wrapped up in each other, it’s better in this one moment than every other kiss you’ve shared put together. His tongue glides along your bottom lip, as if asking for entrance, and you deepen the kiss, all teeth and tongue, a gentle sigh when he bites your lip.

“Is this serious- are you -?” You pull back, breathless, hands still in his hair, and his smile is genuine as he leans back a little, arms still wrapped around you.

“How much more serious can I get?”

“This isn’t a bit, is it?”

“No it’s not a fucking bit,” he snorted, “honestly I can’t believe you’re doing this; the fake shit was your idea!” He’s still holding you close. Opening and closing your mouth for a few moments, looking a little like a fish, lost for words, lost for a response, you settle on;

“Exactly how cheesy can I be and get away with it?”

When he kisses you this time, it’s sweet and gentle, his smiles soft against your lips, and you hum happily against him.

That night, you spend the night watching movies and making out, falling asleep half naked in his enormous, plush bed. When you wake, it’s to the sight of the sun painting his tattoos with light as he scrolls through Twitter on his phone.

[ID: A series of tweets between @duckduckbooth and @machinegunkelly.

@duckduckbooth posted a photo of Colson Baker, laying on his side in bed; the covers are black and there’s a sliver of sunlight that highlights his gentle smile. The wall behind him has a picture on it but it’s out of focus. Colson looks like he’s laughing, and he’s looking at something behind the camera, his hair is a mess. There’s something so gentle and intimate about the photo itself, like he’s just woken up, like he’s sharing a joke with the photographer. You. There’s a hickey that’s cut out at the edge of the photo.

The photo is captioned ‘those ocean eyes’.

@machinegunkelly has retweeted the photo with one of his own; of you, laying on your back in the very same bed, grinning, phone held in both hands above you, but you’re looking at him, expression fond and amused. The window behind you is open, with sunlight spilling through the crack of the curtain, hitting your mouth and chin, highlighting your own smile.

His photo is posted with the caption ‘shed a lot of tears just to smile in the mornin'. End ID.]

Everything has changed, everything has shifted; it used to be too much to touch him casually, to feel his skin burn against yours, but on set over the next few days, it’s a thrilling release, a reminder. He wants me, every time he touches you, he wants me.

Before, it was such a performance, every action so carefully calculated to show that you were in love, never enough to scare him off, but now? You’re ferrying some paperwork for Josy to the offices at the other end of the film lot, and you pick him up a pack of cigarettes on the way back; his whole face lights up and he presses a kiss to your temple, with an easy ‘thanks babe’, and you feel lighter than air, and it shows.

“Everything work out?” Douglas asks you with an almost knowing smile, and you turn your nose to the air, pretending you don’t know what he’s on about, and he’s kind enough to play along, let you have this.

Safe in the security of a genuine relationship, you’re not worried as you once were about the other actresses, not when you know you get to go home with him. Now, seeing him on set, the earlier jealousy you’d felt turns to pride as you watch him work.

“You guys are gross,” Josy says with a smile, watching your display of heart-eyes as drums ferociously behind the band, “it’s adorable.”

“We are not,” you tried, but he twirls his drumstick with a flourish and a smirk and your own grin widens automatically.

“Listen, as long as you’re on time, and you don’t smear his makeup, I don’t give a shit,” Josy shrugs, her tone equally nonchalant as it was blunt. You sigh, but they’re easy enough terms to agree to.

And then you’re travelling, the production going on location to different stadiums and theaters across the country, a few days at time, concerts put on to screaming fans, or more accurately, unpaid, enthusiastic extras. When you’re not with Josy, you entertain yourself well enough; you and Colson usually see the sights of wherever you are, at least when you’re not wrapped up in each other in the confines of your hotel room.

“Hello, I’m [Y/N] Booth,” you smiled at the camera.

“And I’m Machine Gun Kelly, and today we are reading thirst tweets,” he holds up a large, blue mug-shaped object with ‘Thirst Tweets’ written on it, before the title comes up:

Thirst Tweets with MGK & [Y/N]

“I’m gonna start with this one,” you half laugh, holding the little piece of paper up before yourself, already leaning on him just a little, and the tweet comes up on the screen as you read;

“I would let MGK and Duck beat me up and I’d say thank you,” you pause, before looking a little sheepishly at Colson, “that sounds painful - for them I mean.”

“Don’t you get comments like that all the time?”

“I know you do,” you half smile at him, and he laughs, nodding, “step on me Daddy Kells, or something like that?” He flushes, grinning.

“How dare you - that one’s probably in there!” And he fishes out the next piece of paper.

“Machine Gun Kelly looking like 80s Tommy Lee could do anything he wants to me - you haven’t even seen the movie yet!” He exclaims, while you just give a pleased little smile, “what?” He asks with a grin when he turns to you.

“It’s kind of a mood though,” you shrug helplessly, and he rolls his eyes fondly, before pulling out another tweet, giving it a read over and handing it to you to read.

“Duck is stunning, girl lemme lick ya.”

“Sorry dude, that’s my job,” Colson smirks, and you give a small, flustered shriek, though you were still grinning from ear to ear.

#mgk #mgk imagine #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #machine gun kelly #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #Douglas Booth #the dirt #the dirt cast #the dirt cast imagine #motley crue #the angry lizard writes

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pinktatertots99 · 4 years ago

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🔥 Feelings on the canon ships of Homestuck?

Send Me a 🔥+ a Topic, and I’ll Tell You My Honest Opinion About It

god am i gonna need to go with the sequals too? just og or all ships that’re considered canon by the end? whatever i’ll just go in order in what might be the ‘canon’ ships from all three of these categories. this is gonna be fucking long so anything and everything is under the cut. also i’m SO not gonna add hiveswap that can be its own separate ask. so:

roxygen: it’s a cute ship...but the sequal vers is garbage considering how inconsiderate roxy is to john’s feelings and his house burning down like damn rox this is the guy who sat with ya as ya mourned doom rose’s death give the guy some fuckin time himself.

rosemary: also cute ship...sequal versions are fuckin godawful tho. their barely a thing in meat from wha i can gather and then there’s candy...oh CANDY kanaya deserves better fuck this sense of her sayin she’s over it idc if it was off screen, even then half the cast ate stupid pills during that time so WHY must i be surprised that this is wha happens?

dave/kat: i dun like it. in either universe. meat is just perfect gay bois who have occasional deep talks and literally do nothing else while candy they split up thanks to jade which, geez ya guys must’ve been shit to tell her to fuck off like come on. og hs wise i barely consider them canon if we only get pictures and them just being on equal footing on quadrant talk. not to mention dave implied to be crushing on jade and JOHN not karkat, idk where this couple even came from other then love triangle situation with terezi but like, that’s barely much of a reason to become canon. i’d go with em bein pale/moirails more.

jadedave: i’m guessing candy and meat i thought meat implied they were dating but may aswell. so....it sucks but thats because candy and meat suck, meat dave’s basically cheating on her i didnt hear any implication they broke up and she’s like...chill??? and then there’s candy where she literally forced him and kar to break up and dated after dirk apparently died, i do not like the implications of this whole thing. course candy dave is dead and a robot now so...anyways canon wise dave had a crush on her and if jade does like him i’d hope it’s not cause of davesprite cause despite both being dave’s they were different. it’s cute otherwise.

davepetajade: it’s...cute? i guess? idk i kinda found davepeta a bit...idk overwhelmingly overrated? like i know where their popularity came from but readin the series now after all that hype i dont really see it anyways tho it’s basically davespritejade with nepeta in the mix. and idk nothin implied much of nepeta liking jade, or talkin to her much. and davepetasprite is a mesh of both so idk. it’s a ship with cute fanon works of em hanging with outfits but that’s bout it.

janejake: i hate it. legit. this is disgusting and completely throws out jane’s character. like even in the fixed timeline the talk she had with dirk probably still happened on the god bed’s and how she acknowledged wha she thought was wrong on wantin jake’s kids and so on trickster still happened and how she also realized she might’ve overhyped jake. but lets throw it ALL out the window to force jake in an unhappy marriage in both universes and possibly force him to stay in candy due to having tavvy if i’m reading the implications right. even then jake isn’t good for jane either both got their own needs this ship would’ve been sunked in canon and WAS but the sequals are beyond it so maybe that explains it but it disgusts me.

roseterezi: guess in meat specifically. yeah i kinda dont...care for it, like i still cant tell if rose and kanaya broke up or if she just fucked off without breaking up either one is fucked up on kan’s behalf. even then i just dont care for their kismesis it got brought up once and that was it.

jaderose: candy wise i guess even tho it was a fling. it disgusts me still mostly because of kan’s behalf on bein fucked over and both goin through a ‘surrogation’ process without her notice. like fuck this shit the jaderose fans deserve better.

roxycallie: idk if this one’s canon but it’s heavily implied callie lives with roxy least in candy. it’s cute, cant deny it even in og it was pretty cute, dont really care for candy vers tho but then again maybe their not a couple in it idk what’s canon couples anymore.

johnterezi: literally fucked in meat universe and john has kismesis feelings for her in canon. it’s...interesting, idk tho i feel like it’s one sided on john’s side.

ms paint/spade slick: i cant deny it’s cute, he’d least know how to treat a lady but god i’d hope it wouldnt be his only defining trait with her. also want ms paint to call his bullshit out pls and thanks.

dirkjake: honestly i cant tell if their STILL canon in og or not god forbid the sequals. in general though...i dont. i honestly dont really like em together much. they seem like the type to least stay friends but idk bout another relationship would be a good idea for em. maybe later down the line but otherwise canon wise they need a break.

and now for the canon one timer ships this involves any ships implied, uncomfirmed, ex-relationships, crushes, etc:

arasol: it’s cute, best ship. their quadrant was never confirmed but regardless their cute. sol tho in the sequals deserved better then to get abandoned by aradia goddamn.

fefsol: also cute, i live for both of em bein ass’s together.

erisol: oh boi this one...this was...yeah i cant even deny they wouldnt be too healthy, i like lookin at fanon ways tho for em. canon wise tho yeaaaah no these guys definietly wouldnt work.

gamtav: it’s...cute but boi gamzee needs some help i think.

gamsol: -sollux did imply he either wanted a kismesis or matesprit with him in one of the flashes- again same as gamtav.

aradia/equius: BIG NOPE nope nope nope equi that’s weird wha ya did never do it again thank fuck aradia hasnt been around him since.

karterezi: their actually kinda cute, looking back on em they could’ve worked. stupid doomed timeline bullshit.

daverezi: also kinda cute, idk tho if i got flushed for em tho i get more pale vibes but it was semi-a thing.

kanvris: it’s baaaaad kanaya deserves much better and vriska never seemed much the type for cementing into a relationship.

vristav: even worse, like i’d like to thank fuck tav one up-ed her in the end cause fuck wha he had to go through.

karmeenah: it...could be cute? maybe? only iffy part is the ages, i thought the dancestors were like sixteen tho since the kids said they were teenagers even tho they were at the time about fourteen? idk tho if eighteen is considered an adult in alternia or not tho it’s kinda implied to be? anyways tho it’s just off puttin maybe a bit tho.

meenahvris: it’s kinda cute, it was atleast, idk lookin back it does feel more unhealthy.

rufidama: baaaaaad i love rufi but he’s got some bullshit he needs worked out and damara deserves someone better.

rufihorr: just as bad as above, both deserve someone better or atleast horrus does with some therapy on it rufioh i think should just chill on relationships but it’s so obvious their not meant to be.

mitula: it’s cuuuuuute i cant deny it, ...okay fanon vers is canon is barely anything and tula does give more pale implications for tuna but with how protective she was over damara near him it’s sweet, but god do i wish canon tuna gave more feelings for tula.

kantula: it’s...creepy. like it’s so obvious the vantas bois cant communicate well but kankri’s crush feels almost pressuring on tula when he kept goin about them and goin “oh but we’re totally friends and i’m celibate so it’s okay its whatevs” like kan go to a corner give tula some air to breath.

crotuna: BIG NOPE cronus needs to learn fuckin boundaries thirsty fish bastard.

should i even add cro//eri due to the fact he literally asked an eridan out? regardless gross, ew, no, i’ll take the fanon ampora brothers anyday canon i didnt fuckin need that thx.

porrnea: it was implied to be more of a fling. idk considerin aranea’s track record i cant really say i’d trust her in many flushed quads. and porrim seems the type to have hers open and not a closed off thing so idk they got different cases.

aranea/jake: i cant deny it’s fuckin cute, i’d would’ve loved if they tried to do somethin but aranea was definietly uhhh not a good choice for jake. least she backed off when he didnt wanna be kissed but man yeah, it was cute while it lasted.

kurmeu: i cant deny the idea kur forced himself quiet due to hurting meu hurts me in a sweet way but as of rn them bein ‘pale’ and him mind controllin her when we dunno if she’s alright with this or not is...disturbing.

vristerezi: i am HIGHLY doubtful this is canon considering everything but i guess i gotta cement this. i dont see em as canon in og or sequal wise since vris is still gone in both, even then i dont like, see it, i see it but idk man i like em more pale then pail.

erifef: honestly no. both are much too different for a relationship, kinda glad they uh...got cut short cause honestly even their moirailship wasnt healthy what’s to say a matespritship would? on BOTH sides mind you.

rosejohn: thank karkat’s shipping board. anyways, i think their cute cause fuck it rose is a bi-con to me, canon wise probably wouldnt work but i’ll take fanon.

vriseri: kinda glad they got cut short of their kismesis cause boi eridan deserves a better one with how shit vriska was in breaking up with him.

johnvris: it was cute, i cant deny i’m soft over how the two talked things about vriska’s life and john’s it’s just kinda cute. it’s obvious tho canon wise with wha john went through it wont work out. would’ve loved if they became moirails tho but o well canon is god i guess.

spadePM: i dont like much of their implications, would be an unhealthy relationship regardless considerin spade’s flushed and PM’s pitch, they deserve some therapy and other people.

dadbert/momlonde: their cute i like the implications of em, sad they died though, it was cute while it lasted.

meowrails: may aswell count moirails in this shipping mess. anyways their cute, they gimmie sibling vibes course equius early into it was so...not a good moirail.

kurtuna: i guess it might be cute moirails? idk tho with kurloz’s implications it concerns me.

gamkar: as moirails...karkat was fuckin shit at his job i cant sugarcoat it. i get where it’s from he’s not gam’s lusus and shouldn’t be forced to check on him during his time of gettin high and such, i get they were kids, but god gam kinda deserved a better moirail. and then later on in the series it gets more fucked up between kar gettin stabbed by him and both in a pretty unhealthy moirailationship to the fixed timeline where gamzee is just shut into a fridge and kar doesnt fuckin care, like dude, wow. gamzee was bad yeah but damn, harsh a tad.

terezigam: as a kismesis it’s almost disgustingly unhealthy to me and honestly terezi deserved better and gamzee maaaaybe shouldn’t get a kismesis, ever, unless he can sort his shit out -the sequals tho wont do that lol-

minorly gonna count johndave in this: idk if i can see john reciprocating for dave so dave’s crush on him almost kinda hurts, especially since fixed timeline dave’s john is well, dead and our john is probably still different from his john, has angst but man i kinda dont mind it as a one sides crush it’s nice confirmation of dave bein bi atleast.

nepetajasper/jasprose: i cant see it, it’s disturbing i guess. i like em more as friends but jasprose is probably more creepy bout it.

signless/diciple: i think considerin the implications they were fuckin adorable and deserved the best.

summoner/mindfang: it’s kinda sad considerin its implied mindfang’s love for him might’ve been one sided, they could’ve been cute tho.

orphanor/mindfang: probably sounded like the best kismesis’s until he murdered dolorosa.

dolorosa/mindfang: BIG NOPE i dun like the implications.

condence/orphaner: since it’s implied orphaner had a crush on her, gonna say tho big nope considerin condence is a bitch.

condence/lord english: its hard to decipher their relationship in canon, but to cover all my bases it’s big nope to me somethin bout it makes me uncomfy despite both bein bastards.

#home stuck #hs #the pink one speaks

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autisticangus · 4 years ago

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anyway im so out of the loop on the mcelboys

i pretty much only keep semi-up to date with Sawbones at this point, not cuz i dont still LIKE everything else, just a lot has been goin on in my life

if anyone wants a long and rambly update on All Of The Bullshit im gonna stick a read more down here, asks are open and its cool to message me abt any of it if u want cuz i have some really nice and cool followers/mutuals here that make me comfy talkin abt that shit

as far as the future of this blog goes i wanna start using it more again! the mcelroys have gotten me out of some really dark places before so i hope having more connection to this community and the people here and their content again will help me like it has in the past! ill probs post more general mcelroy content here than previously rather than just taz btw i just gotta fuckin uhhhhh,,,, catch up on a bunch of shit again before this blog is even semi active lmaoo but im like alive and on tumblr regularly again!!

Wow u clicked on this and wanna hear me talk? Ur awesome and sweet, thanks for caring!

These past two years have been extraordinarily tough. This is gonna be a pretty long and detailed post that deals with the sensitive topics of emotional abuse, abusive relationships, and alcoholism. Please read on with caution.

Back in March of 2019, so this was about 3-4 months after i left tumblr, I got a new boyfriend and things started out really good, he was kind of a "bad boy" and it was fun at first. Im kind of a goody-goody so it was very interesting for me at first to be with someone so different who had such different life experiences than me. I liked hearing his stories of living in a traphouse, and running with gangs, and selling drugs, and knowing people who had killed people. I assumed a LOT of it was lies, obviously, who just brags about that shit u know? I just rolled with it, didnt take it seriously, and found the imagined scenarios interesting to listen to. So much of it was obviously played up to make him seem cooler, and I shouldve seen that as the red flag it was, and all my friends did but I didnt.

He had a serious alcohol problem, I mean I had coffee in the morning and he had 2 four lokos before noon. it was bad. about 6 months into the relationship he decided i was cheating on him with my ex who i had recently reconnected with, we missed being friends and things were really going well talking and being friends again, he was really important to me! but my boyfriend saw this as yet another thing i was doing wrong. when he decided i was cheating, that become his focus of alcoholic rage. nearly every time he got drunk, which was several times a week, he would accuse me of things, he would yell and scream, he would call me horrible names and make me cry for literal hours, he never hit me but that shouldnt even matter, i was emotionally battered and mentally bruised and everything hurt. he gaslit me into believing i said and did things i never said or did, i admitted to things that were not real, and then i was yelled at for admitting them. i didnt know what to do.

he was threatening my ex too, he would get drunk and say he knew where he lived (he didnt) or he knew what car he drove (he didnt) and explained to me many times that although he had never killed someone, people had been killed before at his command. he said a bullet in the back of my ex’s brain was just a phone call and $500 away. somedays he would tell me he was just going to do it himself, with a hammer, or a kitchen knife, or whatever weapon he could get his hands on during his explanation of how he would do it. my only option was to agree, to say it didnt matter to me what happened to him, i had to pretend my on

/ly concern was him going to jail for the crime, if i showed any sign that i didn’t want my ex murdered, it clearly meant i was cheating on him.

i pretended to block my ex on social media to get him off my back and it worked a little bit but he still brought it up. and even if he didnt directly mention him, he would always tell me when he was drunk that i was the cause of all his problems, i was why he was so self conscious, i was why he drank so much, i was why he had to work so hard, i was why every single issue he had was happening. logically i knew it was wrong, but i was so conditioned to it by then that i just went with it. i knew that agreeing and apologizing made the fighting end quicker.

things spiraled this past summer. his job needed us to relocate so we moved like 4 states away, away from all my family and friends, and lived in a tiny hotel room for a month. during this time, his drinking was somehow worse. he was drunk literally every night but he was passing out so we didnt fight and i was relieved. i was depressed being stuck in the hotel room all day alone, but thankful i wasnt being abused at least. then he started getting into drunken fistfights with his coworkers in the hotel parking lot. one day he came home just in time to find one of his drunk coworkers trying to break into the room with me there desperately trying to keep him out. i was terrified and wanted to go home but he convinced me to stay. a couple weeks after that we travelled for his work again several more states away. his drinking got a little bit better here, but i was so depressed and lonely, i was so isolated, he was all i saw day in and day out besides his coworkers and i was nervous around them. one day the guy who tried to break in on me, purposefully, while drunk, hit another coworkers car and totaled it and tried to run the guy over and i saw the whole thing. a week later my boyfriend was also fired because he got so drunk he passed out in the hotel parking lot and the company needed to save face with the hotel after the whole car incident.

so we travelled back home, but not my home, to his where we lived isolated on a mountain with no phone signal or wifi. the house was old and not well kept from being empty for several years, half the appliances didnt work. i was more isolated than i have ever been in my life. for 4 months i stayed there and just dreaded him coming home because i knew he would be drunk again and he'd yell or accuse me of things or otherwise belittle me. it was horrible. my friends all said to leave and my parents said to leave but i was so brainwashed into thinking that if i was just a good little housewife and if i just stayed home and did the dishes and the laundry that he would be nicer but he still found things to point at and say i was cheating. he was also becoming really controlling about my food intake and weight and i already struggle with an eating disorder so that just made me feel even more like i had to stay, my brain felt like if i wasnt under his watchful eye id gain weight again, like somehow it was thanks to him i had lost weight and not my own choices.

one day last week i expressed to him wanting to leave, saying how unhappy i was, i told him how sad i felt and how i didnt think we were such a good match. he didnt take me seriously, so the next day when he got sloppy drunk before 5 pm i packed a small bag and went to my moms. i was just gonna stay for a night or two but he called and screamed at me for leaving without telling him, i told him he just didnt remember me telling him because he was so drunk, and he accused me of not caring about his feelings and made me sound like the bad guy for leaving without his permission. i told him it was just for a few days but the angrier he got the more i knew i was in the right and told him i was done. i told him we were breaking up and id come get my stuff soon.

i got my stuff while he was at work this past weekend and moved in with my best friend. im safe and happy now. things are looking so much better for me and im so thankful to my friends and family who supported me all the way to the end.

i just wanted to make this post because, i know its not mcelroy related, and a lot of ppl probably dont care for stuff like this on this kind of blog, but i think its important.

its important to friends and family of people in abusive relationships to be steady. dont give up your ground. even if the person keeps pushing back and wont leave the person, keep being there for them, it can take a long time, it took me almost 2 years to leave, it takes some people even longer, but just stay there for them and be there for them when they finally make that step. dont give up on them.

and to those who have been in these kinds of relationships, and especially those who are there right now: it is not your fault. it is so, so hard to leave, i know, but please try to find help and support and resources to do it. if all your friends dont like someone, theres a good reason for it. please dont fall into the trap of thinking your friends dont have the best intentions for you. there are so many things you may overlook in the moment that others can see from a mile away are horrible. especially if you have been abused in the past. its incredibly hard to tell what is a red flag when your gut instinct is that anything and everything is a red flag. surround yourself with people who you can trust and listen to them

and trust me, i know how hard it is when youre stuck in that spot of KNOWING you should go but fearing that first step away. its scary. its difficult. but it is worth it. find someone safe you can be with. and if you arent sure, find a reason to leave for just a few days, an excuse, anything. give yourself space from the abuser, tell yourself youre going back in a couple days, just get out from under the thumb long enough to clear your head and things will make more sense with the fog lifted.

when i first got in my car and put my kitten on my lap and told her we were going to my moms for a couple nights, i didnt know if that was the truth. i planned to come back and i knew i didnt want to. i only took enough stuff for a couple days. i couldnt imagine my life changing so drastically. where would i live? how would i make money? who take care of me? i had no clue about any of those things. but after a couple days away I realized i would take care of me. i remembered that i had worked jobs before i was with him, i could do it again. i remembered that i had options of where to live. all of those things were so clouded when i was with him, they felt like impossibilities. once i was away, even just for a short time, things were so much easier to parse.

and i know i had many privileges in this journey not everyone is afforded, and my heart goes out to those who read this and are in this situation and the options i had just arent accessible to you, i am so sorry, i wish i had something more to offer you but all i have is my story, and a wish that it gives you some hope at the very least, and a promise that if you need someone to talk to, im here, i will listen, and you will be heard and loved.

i just want everyone who reads to take something small but important away from it. love your friends, love yourself. please stay safe. please dont give up. remember love should not hurt.

#angus.txt #getting deep in here but it felt good to write #i love u all so much ok pls be good urselves

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1832 Nov., Mon. 12

9 1/4

12 1/2

Pickles came at 9 1/4 which roused me up – To see him after breakfast at Lower place or he to call here again in the evening – Letter 3 pages and ends from M– [Mariana] (Lawton) vide line 27 page 285. Inquiries about Miss W[alker]. Smokes what is going on. Writes with implied affection, true and great as that of former days. Is unhappy and carless off living long, and has made her will and …… the tears started to my eyes and all my own affection burst upon me again –

Breakfast at 10 40/.. with my aunt – George Robinson came almost immediately for near an hour – Settled with him for stone leading for James Smith’s road etc. – He proposed some means of getting rid of Lower Brea lane footpath – To see about another day –

Breakfast at 11 40/.. – Told my aunt of M– [Mariana]’s letter – Came to my room at 12 20/.. – Fire in my room and from 12 25/.. to note 2 pages of 1/2 sheet from Miss Walker at 1 10/.. in consequence of which off in 1/4 hour to Lidgate and there in 25 minutes –

Home again in 1/2 hour at 5 20/.. – At my desk in about 10 minutes – Wrote the last 1/4 of page 3, and the ends and under the seal and finished my letter to Breadalbane MacLean – Began yesterday – Thanks for her letter and the willows (sent off Monday 29th instant from Coll house)

"which I am very anxiously expecting, not only for their own sake, but because they are associated with many remembrances that I value most highly" –

Should have written some days ago, but waited in the hope of announcing the arrival of the cuttings – Shall write by tonight’s post to Glasgow to inquire about them – Bavardage amical – Wonder how her people did without her so long (5 weeks away)

"Your life is one continued benefit to them; and a five week’s arrear of such services is hardly to be made up" –

Sorry her father is so dead to the world and that Sir Hector’s health is so failing – Mention the death of old Lochiel on the 19th September – Only known to Lady S– [Stuart] on the 6th ultimo and not known to Vere on the 24th ultimo the date of her last letter to me (from Turin) – Hope

"if Lochiel is obliged to come over immediately surely V– [Vere] will remain with her friends till he can return for her – I should quite dread her being hurried across the alps at this season of the year …. You would all be pleased at dear Vere’s having got her rank – Surely, it has some value in a world of vanities like this" –

Civil congratulations on Mrs. Maclean’s being again about to increase her family and sorrow at Mrs. Hunter’s having lost her youngest daughter – The loss of my steward and my aunt’s suffering health have kept me so long here or I should have been on the continent again before this – But my aunt so very much recovered, no longer uneasy about her – She herself spirits me up to get off, and I hope to leave here about the end of January but all things here so uncertain never think much of plans very long beforehand – Kind regards to all I know "and believe me always very truly yours A Lister" –

Had written the following 2 1/4 pages to M– [Mariana] just before being off to Lidgate –

"Shibden Hall – Monday 12 November 1832

Mary! I have been late this morning, and have done nothing but see and speak to Marian, and breakfast, since reading your letter – It would be difficult to describe the effect it has upon me – It is many months since I have basked beneath the beam of happiness, and without courage to think of the past, or hope to calculate the future, I am attempting to answer your letter –

Your account of yourself unnerves me – I grieve over your leaving Lawton, and tho’ I could, and would, see good in your going to Leamington, if you would let me, I am now uneasy at the thought, and little out of sorts than you can be – The only thing I rest upon, is the manner in which you mention coming here for a few days –

It makes me fancy, nay almost hope, my scheme is not quite impossible – You would have been agreeably surprised, and satisfied to hear what Marian said about it – Say I am not well (God knows I am sick enough at heart) or, which is true, that I am in great perplexity, or that my aunt is poorly (tho’ she is very much better, and probably in no danger) or say what you please, but lose no time in coming to me for at least a few days –

I really do want to see you – I will take the carriage and meet you at Manchester – Do pray make an exertion and get off – At any rate, answer my letter by the second post after you receive it, and tell me if you cannot come off immediately – Nothing like the spur of the moment –

You will get my letter tomorrow afternoon – and, if your answer is off on Wednesday morning, at night on that day I may hear whether I may be off for you on Thursday or Friday morning at seven, or not – Bring merely a few things and yourself – I will take care of you from and to Manchester –

You will see from my manner of writing, that I am not likely to relax my interest while it is yet necessary to your happiness – Your pages of Saturday make me fancy, I may have been mistaken, and that, in the bitterness of disappointment and regret, I may have miscalculated what it was my interest and desire to estimate most correctly

This here written after dinner –

It is needless to write more – I shall anxiously and impatiently wait your answer – I would give worlds to hear of your being in better health and spirits – I had a letter from Eugénie last night – I consider her engaged; and she is to wait my orders till January –

I cannot enter upon the subject of my friend, as my aunt and sister laugh and call her – I am too much thinking of the interests of other days – Come if you can – You might be almost ride over to Manchester –

But cheer up, my dearest Mary – Time was when I had power to charm you into pleasure-stirring thought, and almost into happiness – I am what I was – And yet this power is gone, – Parted like Aynt never to return?

God bless you! The heart knoweth its own bitterness – ’Tis harder than you think to break the spell of twenty years – Entirely and very especially yours AL –

Sent off at 8 by John my letter to Miss Maclean of Coll, Coll house Aros North Britain and my letter to Mrs. Lawton Lawton Hall, Lawton, Cheshire and my letter to the “Reverend T. Ainsowrth, at Miss Bentley’s, 1 crescent, Salford, Manchester”

George Robinson then came and staid till 9 – Said Ramsden, now the constable of H–x [Halifax], bought the last ground sold adjoining my Northgate land at 11/6 [shillings/pence] a yard – and Stancliffe bought his ground fronting into Broad street the street given at 12 /. [shillings] or 12/6 [shillings/pence] a yard but then it was cleared, or sunk down ready for building –

Had seen Bates of Washer Lane who said that I might build a good corn mill at Mytholm with saw and goit and wheel and machinery for £1500 and might have 7 to 7 1/2 percent for my money tho’ people in general did not look for much for their money now –

Some man (Brook?) of Brighouse is letting a mill had 10 percent on his money for the 1st ten years, and then 5 percent rent afterwards – The Embargo on Dutch vessels has already made a great difference – Has stopt the German trade –

Went into the other room for 1/2 hour till 9 1/2 – π [Mariana] thought I might have gone from York to Langton

"Is it Miss Walker of Crow Nest with whom you seem so suddenly to have formed an alliance? You mention her twice as "my friend" and as you were not wont to bestow this title lightly I am puzzled to unders[t]and, not having ever heard you mention her name, how Miss W[alker] has so quickly succeeded in adding herself to the list so designated.

You say, "I shall be glad to hear your friend was etc. etc." I am glad to hear anything that gives you pleasure, and so far shall be pleased to hear all possible good of Miss Walker, but as I don't remember ever having seen her.

She must be satisfied with secondhand interest for I cannot fancy her at all one of those who could herself awaken it. So far as her better health can contribute to your comfort, I rejoice that it is likely to improve and hope by this time she has somewhat recovered the loss of her particular friend" –

You say ‘I always tell you how much better Mr. Lawton is,’ because you always ask me. In bodily health he is certainly better than I have known him for years, but in mind and temper he is infinitely worse. As he improves I fall off, and I have been weak enough to fret and discomfort myself about this Leamington plan until I have almost made myself ill –

M– [Mariana] in very bad spirits about going to Leamington – "and if I could get to you, I should come for consolation" – Should be glad to spend a few days with me but does not know how it can be managed –

Watson more philosophical than π [Mariana], thinks she shall get all her mistresses things off to a place of safety

"Made my will the other day, and told Watson where to find it – I do not fancy, my dearest Fred, that my health or happiness will claim your attention 20 years longer, so dont relax your interest while it is yet necessary to my happiness. I live in so much discomfort that it cannot be expected that I should covet living forever”

Concludes with

God bless you Fred. Whatever I have said or may say, trust me, there is not much warmer affection bestowed upon you than that which flows from the heart of yours, very entirely, Mariana –

Poor π [Mariana].

Vide line 4 of today – The following is Miss W[alker]s note

I have received a letter, which you shall see, but we must meet on different terms. Oh that I had taken you at your word last Monday, and as you said finished the matter on that day. I should then have spared you this additional bitterness.

I did hope when my word was once given to you that I should have felt at rest and satisfied, but in reflecting on all you have said and trying to turn it to my own advantage I cannot satisfy my conscience, and with such sufferings as I have endured since Wednesday, I feel I could not make you happy. That I should only bring misery upon you, for misery I am sure it would be to you to see me in the state I have been in for several days.

It was this sort of wretchedness that was expressed in my note on Friday. It was these miserable feelings that prompted my request

(that is I suppose for me not to send to York for the ring)

For your own sake, fly whilst it is yet in your power,

(I smile as I copy this sentence)

and believe that I will never intrude myself in any way upon you (unless it is your wish) whenever you revisit the neighbourhood.

Nov[embe]r 12 eighteen hundred and 32 writton [written] on the outside of this half sheet but under cover,

Read this alone

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Off I set. Found her twenty minutes ago returned from Cliff hill and lying on the bed in tears. Kissed and soothed her till in a few minutes she went down to dinner. I remained in her room a little while read overMr. Ainsworth’s letter pathetic appeal to her feelings, making sure that she must be engaged and hoping that her choice would do all he, Mr. A[insworth], had hoped to have done.

Begging her to take the scrapbook as a friend and to condescend to write in answer to say if he might send the book and a narrative of himself. And if this business should be the death of him, he would only pray for blessings on her. But much bad tact and the whole ill done, tho better than I expected.

I went down before dinner was over. Agreeablized and amused both Miss Parkhill and Miss W[alker]. Then pretending business letters for Miss W[alker] to answer, Miss P[arkhill] left us, and I talked the poor girl into admiration of my conduct and into thorough approbation of my writing and sending (I wrote there and shewed it to her) the following to Mr. Ainsworth,

Lightcliffe Mon[day] 12 November eighteen hundred and 32.

Sir, I am commissioned by Miss Walker to acknowledge immediately the receipt of your letter of Saturday and to inform you that she has given me for the future, at least for some time to come, the surveillance of all her letters and parcels.

I am Sir your obedient servant, Anne Lister

Before writing I had asked if it was her heart that had changed towards Mr. A[insworth]. No, it was all her conscience. She owned she was not in a fit state to judge fairly and tho she had felt great affection for him, yet she did not know how it was, now all seemed dead. And if she felt at liberty, she did not know or think he was quite the man she should choose, in spite of the two great things, his being a clergyman and liking to live at Cliff hill.

‘Well, but what would you have done had I not been here?’ She said she would certainly have exone[ra]ted herself now. Would have gone to her aunt Ploughs in London and then brought down the Chapmans with her. She would not have been alone and would have kept out of the way and done the best she could.

This, said I, is enough. In answer to her note said I did not think her at liberty to marry anyone without my consent, in which she agreed, and that Wednesday had given me a power over her which I was determined to use in her service. She would be better by and by and more able to judge for herself, and then she might try again, but now I should not let her.

She might safely trust to my honour, but I pledged myself to nothing. She brightened up and owned how much better she was. I even brought away, with her full consent, and A[insworth]’s letter, and the book of prayers he gave her with a long rigmarole written on one of the flyleaves promising to get her another of the same from London, and on asking for my dirty night things to bring back she said no till I promised to send clean ones, and we parted very good friends.

She agreeing with me that she had reason to be thankful for the great event of Wednesday – Who could have anticipated such a result as the consequence of her note? She likes me. But my affections are not so fearfully and I irretrievably hers as she thinks, and I shall manage well enough, tho I really will do her all the good I can –

Writing the above till 11 – Came to my room at 11 20/.. and then wrote note to Mrs. Holroyde

“Mr. T. Holroyde Esquire Solicitor Halifax” in answer respecting the land at Northgate – Not in any way anxious to sell, but would sell lot A as marked in the plan if his client would give my price – But before naming any terms I wished to know what sort of buildings it was proposed to erect –

Wrote to desire Booth to get me Gilpins practical hints on Landscape gardening and theform of family prayers published by Hatchard and Son Piccadilly London 8 edition 1828. 12mo. [duodecimo] pages 159 and 2 bottles of Albin and Chapman’s chemical writing ink –

Did my clothes for the wash. Very fine November day – Fahrenheit 49º now at 11 40/.. – Sent off my note written last night to Mr. Holroyde –

[in margin] vide line 12 page 286

nothing like the spur of the moment

very fine November day

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20. May 19

MM ANON ……… a personal loss………… the Dynamic Duo………… FPhishing……Nlcola Nike Snike ………… Hydroxy- foxy(do not do this at home)…………………” a suitable case for ( shhhhh) treatment “ ………… “ no comment “ …………… “ a game of cards old thing “…………… “patience Philip ……………” ………… ma’am , it’s Charlotte and George on tic-toc…………… “dance, gan, gan, you dance, … Sydney!!

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a personal loss

LOSS CAN BE MANY THINGS. WE HAVE SEEN THE MASSIVELY TALENTED MUSICIAN, ADELE, COME OUT IN SUPPORT OF THE SUSSEXES, TWICE RECENTLY. SHE, AS I HAVE SAID PREVIOUSLY, POSTED A PHOTO OF HERSELF NEARLY UNRECOGNIZABLE. SHE HAS LOST SO MUCH WEIGHT AND HER FACE LOOKS SO DIFFERENT WITHOUT ANY EXPLANATION. SHE OWES NONE TO ANYONE, ITS HER PERSONAL JOURNEY. I TRULY DOUBT THOUGH THAT SHE IS PERSONAL FRIENDS WITH THE SUSSEXES OR WE WOULD HAVE HEARD FROM HER BEFORE, SO WHY NOW? SHARED PLASTIC SURGEONS PERHAPS?

the Dynamic Duo…………

THIS USED TO BE BATMAN AND ROBIN. THEN THERE WAS THE FAB FOUR WHICH ORIGINALLY WERE THE BEATLES, THEN TWO ROYAL COUPLES, ONE OF WHICH NEVER REALLY EXISTED. WE HAVE SEEN THE EMERGENCE IN THE LAST YEAR OF A VERY CONFIDENT ROYAL COUPLE AND FAMILY, THE CAMBRIDGES. THEY ARE MARVELLOUS. THEY ARE AND HAVE BEEN FOR YEARS AND CONTINUE TO DO MARVELLOUS WORK REGARDING THE AREA OF MENTAL HEALTH AND WERE BRILLIANT DURING NURSES WEEK.

FPhishing……

THIS IS SCAMMING ONLINE. MOST OF OUR ROYALS AND FORMER GIRLFRIENDS, HAVE BEEN HACKED BEFORE, NOW THEIR SECURITY IS HIGHEST LEVEL. SO WHO IS PHISHING OR BEING PFHISHED? MADAM PERHAPS? SHE HAS NO MI5 OR ROYAL SECURITY ON HER DEVICES THAT IS CERTAIN.

Nlcola Nike Snike …………

SNP MINISTER, MY THEY SEEM TO HAVE IT OUT FOR MS STURGEON. RUMOURS OR MISLABELS OF COVERUP OF COVID 19 AT A NIKE CONFERENCE IN EDINBURGH IN FEBRUARY. SNIKE MEANS S***.

Hydroxy- foxy(do not do this at home)…………………”

I JUST CANNOT BELIEVE ANY DOCTOR COULD PRESCRIBE THIS. THE U.S. PRESIDENT HAS STATED PUBLICLY HE HAS BEEN TAKING HYDROXYCHOLORQUINE FOR A WEEK AND A HALF BECAUSE HE BELIEVES IT PROTECTS HIM FROM CORONOAVIRUS STRAIN CIVID-19. THIS DRUG IS GIVEN FOR MALARIA AND A NUMBER IF OTHER THINGS BUT THE PRODUCT MONOGRAPH IN NO WAY SUGGESTS ANY INDICATIONS OF USE FOR THIS PURPOSE. ALL PRESCRIPTION DRUGS HAS MONOGRAPHS WHICH ARE EXTENSIVE, INDICATIONS FOR USE, CONTRAINDICATIONS, SIDE EFFECTS ETC. ITS A BIG BOOK VALLED THE CPS IN CANADA. NO RECOMMENDATIONS YET THAT THIS IS FOR TREATMENT OF COVID AND IN FACT IS QUITE DANGEROUS.

“a suitable case for ( shhhhh) treatment “

SILENT TREATMENT IS SHHHHH. SO WHAT HAS BEEN DEEMED SUITABLE TO STAY SILENT? ARCHIES REAL SEX, LOCALE, PARENTAGE? THERE ARE MANY FACTS THAT WE WILL NEVER BE PRIVY TOO. WHEN HARRY WILL BE BACK? DIVORCE SOON? IT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED HOPEFULLY ANNULMENT BUT I REPEAT MYSELF.

HER CASE, AS IN LEGAL CASE, AGAINST THE MOS, I BET SHE WISHES SHE HAD REMAINED SILENT. HOW AND WHERE IS SHE GOING TO FIND FIVE FRIENDS TO TESTIFY? YEP, IN THIS CASE, IT IS SUITABLE THEY REMAIN SILENT, FOR THEIR OWN FUTURE.

NO FORMAL ANNIVERSARY WISHES FROM THE CAMBRIDGES, HMTQ……..SEEMS TO ME ANNULMENT OR DIVORCE, KIDS YOU KNOW I ME, I AM IN THE ANNULMENT CATEGORY, HAPPENED THE DAY THEY VISITED CANADA HOUSE. SO THERE IS TO ANNIVERSARY TO CONGRATULATE THEM ON, SINCE THEY ARE NOT MARRIED😁😁😁😁

“ no comment “

NO COMMENT INDEED. THE BRF HAVE STATED THEY WILL MAKE NO FURTHER PUBLIC COMMENTS ON THE SUSSEXES MONTHS AGO. SO THIS PAYBACK OF FROGMORE RENOVATIONS IS BEING LEFT TO PR AND THE MEDIA AND IT IS LOOKING PATHETIC.

“ a game of cards old thing “…………… “patience Philip ……………” ………… ma’am , it’s Charlotte and George on tic-toc…………… “dance, gan, gan, you dance, … Sydney!!

BACK TO WINDSOR, HMTQ AND HIMSELF ARE PLAYING CARDS, GONE IS THE JIGSAW PUZZLE. HE IS IMPATIENT WANTING HER TO MAKE HER MOVE, SHE IMPLORES HIS PATIENCE. THEY ARE INTERRUPTED BY SYDNEY, THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN ARE ON TIK TOK…SOCIAL MEDIAS NEWEST SERVICE THAT ALL THE YOUND KIDS ARE USING NOW. SOUNDS THEY HAVE MUSIC GOING, ARE DANCING AND THEY WANT GAN GAN TO DANCE ALONG….HIMSELF HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THE NOISE CALLING FOR SYDNEY! I HOPE THEY HAVE RESTOCKED HIS BODDINGTONS. 🤣🤣😂😂.

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21. May 19

MM ANON …… Ana-adversity …… the gathering marital storm…………” first family visit will be the United States when normalisation hits ma’am” …………”life will return ma’am”……… Who is that? …………… guesting the testing ……… “ they won’t return early ma’am”…………… “one speaks to Catherine,daily , and the little ones” ……… “it’s interminable Sydney,” …” a Little top-up sir”

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MAY 19/2020. RIDDLE #22

TWO YEARS TODAY THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE🤬😡🙁😩🥺😫😖

Ana-adversity ……

THROUGHOUT THE COVID EMERGENCY WORLDWIDE THERE HAVE BEEN AND STILL ARE CRITICAL SHORTAGES OF PPE, SUPPLIES, TEST KITS, VARIETY OF, TESTING IS WOEFULLY LOW IN NUMBERS, VARIOUS REGIONS HAVE VARIOUS EXPLANATIONS. HEALTHCARE WORKERS AND OTHER ESSENTIAL WORKERS JAVE BEEN PLACED AT HIGH RISK OF ADVERSITY AND MANY HAVE DIED WORLDWIDE.

the gathering marital storm…………

WE ARE IN FOR NEWS VERY VERY SOON. I HOPE IT IS ANNULMENT BECAUSE THAT MEANS AUTOMATIC LOSS OF MADAM’S TITLE BUT DIVORCE IS GOOD TOO. THE GACT THAT THERE WERE NO ANNIVERSARY WISHES CRICKETS 🦗🦗 FROM ANY OFFICIAL ROYAL TWITTER, INSTAGRAM ETC THAT I AM AWARE OF. EVERY DAY THERE ARE ARTICLES BRINGING HARRY’S NAME BACK IN, TODAY REMINDING US HE WAS AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE TRIO THAT STARTED HEADS TOGETHER. KIDS ANY DAY A HEADLINE WILL HAPPEN AND 💜💜🐼💜💜 PAGE WILL GO GREEN. I CAN HARDLY WAIT!!

“first family visit will be the United States when normalisation hits ma’am” …………”life will return ma’am”………

I BELIEVE HMTQ TO BE SPEAKING WITH LG, HE IS REASSURING HER THAT LIFE WILL RETURN, RESUME THE WAYS OF LIFE. AS THE PROCESS OF UNLOCKDOWNING IS COMING, THINGS WILL BE CLOSELY MONITORED. SOUNDING LIKE ONCE ALL IS COPACETIC, THE CAMBRIDGES WILL BE OFF TO AMERICA FOR A VISIT. THAT PUTS A SPANNER IN THE MIX OF MY IDEA/DELUSION OF CATHERIN BEING PREGNANT. MM ANON, EVER SINCE YOU USED THE PHRASE, SPANNER IN THE MIX , WAY BACK LAST YEAR IN A RIDDLE. I USE IT ALL THE TIME!! I THOUGHT CANADA HAD BEEN ON THE DIARY BEFORE ALL OF THIS. EITHER WAY IT WILL BE HUGELY POPULAR.

Who is that? ……………

NOW THIS CLUE BEFUDDLES ME. WHO IS ASKING THE QUESTION? COUKD BE MANY THINGS. WE HAVE ASKED OURSELVES THAT IN MADAMS RECENT PHOTOS, THEY ARE SO BIZARRE, SHE LOOKS SO UNLIKE HERSELF. BUT BETTER, WHO IS FARRY? THAT WAS A GREAT POST OF THE PHOTO SHOWING THIS CHAPS COMPLETELY BALD HEAD FROM THE BACK. THIS IS SOME LOW PAID LIKELY OUT OF WORK ACTOR. IS HE COMPLICIT TO FRAUD.? IS IT ILLEGAL TO PRETEND TO BE A PRINCE? I DONT KNOW BUT I SURE KNOW HE IS NOT NOT NOT OUR HARRY.

guesting the testing ………

SO MUCH CONTROVERSY NOW ABOUT COVID TESTING. IN THE DM, I WAS READING THAT THERE ARE TRUTHS COMING OUT NOW ABOUT DECISIONS MADE AROUND ADEQUATE TESTS, ADEQUATE SUPPLIES OF TESTS AND ADEQUATE NUMBER OF TESTS HAVING BEEN DONE BETWEEN THEN AND NOW. WHO HAS THE BEST TEST? IT IS NASAL PHARYNGEAL WHICH TAJES DAYS AND MANY FALSE NEGATIVES OR FINGER PRICKS/SEROLOGY AND HAS ITS OWN ISSUES. TRACK AND TRACE WAS NOT DONE IN EARLY STAGE IN THE U.K.

“ they won’t return early ma’am”……

HMTQ IS SPEAKING WITH LG AGAIN, REASSURING HER THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN WILL NOT RETURN TO SCHOOL EARLY. SAFETY IS PRIORITY ESPECIALLY FOR THE CHILDREN DIRECTLY IN LINE OF SUCCESSION.

……… “one speaks to Catherine,daily , and the little ones” ……… “it’s interminable Sydney,” …” a Little top-up sir”

AS USUAL OUR DEAR MM ANON ENDS WITH A SCENE BETWEEN HMTQ AND HIMSELF. SHE IS SAYING SHE KEEPS DAILY CONTACT WITH CATHERINE AND THE EVER GROWING CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN. I WONDER IF PART OF THIS IS PER MY SPECULATION IN A PREVIOUS RIDDLE OF THE CLUE FOUR, MEANING CATHERINE IS EXPECTING. GENERALLY DURING HER FIRST TRIMESTER SHE HAS SUFFERED GREATLY. HIMSELF IS SAYING THIS PROTRACTED LOCKDOWN IS INTERMINABLE. EITHER THAT OR HIMSELF IS IRRITATED BY THE NOISE OF THE CHILDREN IS🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. SYDNEY KNOWS WHAT MEDICINE HE NEEDS AND OFFERS HIM A TOP UP ON HIS BODDINGTONS!

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gstqaobc GUYS IT JUST HIT MY THICK BRAIN, ANA ADVERSITY IS THE TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE GATHERING OF UNHAPPY PEOPLE IS TODAY. WHAT A MESS THAT WAS AND THE BLUNDEROUS FALLOUT SINCE THAT TIME.💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜 GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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22. May 20

MM ANON ……… 5 years old ‘ COVID security ……… transmission admission??……… 1st. June. …………… A pollution solution ………… free at last……… kiss 💋 me 😱😱😱………… another Father???…………… Spanish,French and judo 😂😂😂…………… lies,damm lies, and MM……… an expensive squat………… A Greece-y gamble. ………… “ is one sitting comfortably’ good, Once apon a time “

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MAY 21/2020. RIDDLE #23

5 years old ‘ COVID security ………

UK SCHOOLS SET TO RESUME JUNE 1ST. THERE WAS A RIDDLE CLUE THE OTHER DAY I INTERPRETED , IT SAID SOMETHING LIKE THEY WONT’T RETURN SOON. I TOOK THAT TO MEAN THE CHILDREN, ESPECIALLY AS BEING IN THE DIRECT LINE OF SUCCESSION WOULD NOT RETURN SOON. THERE IS A RISK WHEN THIS RESUMES. I THINK THE RIGHT DECISION WILL BE TAKEN. ACCORDING TO HELLO CANADA, CHARLOTTE WOULD BE THE FIRST TO LEAVE ISOLATION AS YEAR 1 AND YEAR 6 STUDENTS RETURN JUNE 1ST. I AM CERTAIN ALL SECURITY WILL HAVE BEEN AND WILL CONTINUE TO BE TESTED AND ISOLATED AS WELL. THERE IS A SERIOUS RISK HERE, AS WE ALL KNOW.

transmission admission??………

PRINCE CHARLES HAD COVID-19! PM BOJO HAD IT, NOW WE KNOW JACK’S FATHER WAS DEATHLY ILL WITH IT. THEY ALL ARE RECOVERING OR RECOVERED . I THINK PM BOJO NEEDS MORE TIME TO RECOVER, HE LOOKS SO PALE AND UNWELL IN THE PAPERS. AFTER HIS MORNING RUN. HAS THERE BEEN A BLIP IN SECURITY OR EXPOSURE HERETOFORE NOT TOLD? HAS THERE BEEN A LAPSE RESULTING IN THESE INFECTIONS OR THE GENERAL POPULATION. THERE IS GREAT TENSION FROM MAN Y TOWARDS CHINA, MANY PEOPLE BELIEVE THE TRUE NATURE AND SEVERITY OF THIS CORONAVIRUS WAS NOT SHARED TRUTHFULLY AND QUESTIONS ABOUT THE W.H.O. I WONDER, AS WITH MANY THINGS, WE WILL EVER BE GIVEN THE COMPLETE TRUTH. THERE HAS BEEN AN INCREASE IN ANTIASIAN INCIDENTS OF VERBAL AND PHYSICAL INCIDENTS IN 🇨🇦. PHARMACEUTICALS HAVE BILLIONS TO EARN FROM POTENTIAL TREATMENTS OR VACCINES.

1st. June. ……………

THIS IS OR HAS BEEN THE DATE SET FOR PRIMARY GRADE 1 AND 6 STUDENTS TO RETURN TO CLASSES. I WISH THEY WOULD JUST LET THE WEE ONES BE DONE. THE GRADUATING STUDENTS ARE THE ONES MY HEART HURTS FOR.

MIGHT THIS BE THE DAY HARRY OFFICIALLY RETURNS A WELL?🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

A pollution solution …………

WITH THE WORLD LOCKDOWN, MANY EMISSIONS THAT POLLUTE THE WORLD HAVE BEEN DRASTICALLY DIMINISHED. I REMEMBER A FEW WEEKS AGO ON THE BLOG, SOMEONE POSTED THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PHOTOS TAKEN OF THE HIMALAYAS. THE FOLKS IN THAT PART OF THE WORLD HAD NOT SEEN THEM VISIBLE FOR 30 YEARS OR SO. WHEN WE RESUME LIFE THERE IS NO GOING BACK. CREATIVITY IS ALREADY ABOUNDING IN ENDLESS WAYS. IT TRULY WILL BE A BRAVE NEW WORLD BUT IN A GOOD SENSE. MANY CAN WORK FROM HOME, LESS MASS TRANSPORTATION BUT THAT WILL DEFINITELY HAVE A TRICKLE DOWN ECONOMIC EFFECT FOR SURE. I HOPE THOSE BRILLIANT MINDS CAN USE THIS TO LESSEN POLLUTION PERMANENTLY AND DEAL WITH THE POLLUTION THAT IS DESTROYING OUR BEAUTIFUL PLANET GOD GAVE US TO STEWARD.

free at last………

THIS IS A LINE FROM DR KING, SPEAKING OF THE PLIGHT OF CIVIL RIGHTS AND REFERENCE TO SLAVERY IN AMERICA MANY YEARS AGO. HARRY HAS BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP/PR SLAVERY OF A SORT, I WONDER AND PRAY AND FEEL VERY STRONGLY WITH THE SECOND ANNIVERSARY NOT MENTIONED BY ANY OF THE BRF, ANNULMENT OR DIVORCE ANNOUNCEMENT IS IMMINENT. I KNOW I HAVE SAID THAT A ZILLION TIMES BUT IT SEEMS THERE ARE MORE INDICATING SIGNS THAN PREVIOUSLY.

kiss 💋 me 😱😱😱…………

REMINDS ME OF KISS ME KATE, THE MUSICAL, JUST THE FIRST WORDS. KISSES TODAY CAN BE FATAL. WHO WANTS A KISS AND WHO GIVES A HORRID KISS. I REMEMBER 18MONTHS AGO, AT THE POLO, MADAM AWARDED THE TROPHY AND KISSED HARRY. HE GRABBED THE CHAMPAGNE AND TOOK A BIG SIP, SWISHED HIS MOUTH AND SPAT IT OUT AS TO GST RID IF HER MOUTHS TASTE. GROSS WHERE THAT MOUTH HAS BEEN, I CANNOT BEAR TO THINK. IS MADAM GOING TO TRY AND GET HIM TO KISS HER SOMEHOW?? OR WORSE YET THREE KISSES? IS SHE GOING TO TRY AND GET OUR CAMBRIDGE KIDDIES TO KISS HER?

another Father???……………

OH THE PR, 🇨🇦DAVID FOSTER IS ON HIS 547TH YOUNG WIFE AND PR IS HE IS LIKE A NEW FATHER TO FARRY= FAKE HARRY. PR HURTS SO BADLY AND NADAM IS GETTING HER DIGS IN AT EVERYONE. SHE IS SO EVIL.

Spanish,French and judo 😂😂😂……………

I LAUGHED AT THE PHOTOSHOPPED PICS ON THE BLOG OF A VERY FIT WOMAN DOING MARTIAL ARTS WITH MADAMS FACE GLUED ONTO THE BODY. HARRY HAD A GO AT MADAM AT CANADA HOUSE ENCOURAGING HER TO SPEAK FRENCH🤣🤣😂😂. OF COURSE SHE COULD NOT, SHE HAS TOLD SO MANY LIES, THESE THREE ARE JUST THREE SMALL DROPS IN AN OCEAN.

lies,damm lies, and MM………

I HAVE TAKEN TO CHECKING THE URBAN DICTIONARY, NORMAL SPELLING IS DAMN FOR THE CURSE OR DAM FOR THE THING THAT HOLDS BACK WATER. ACCORDING TO URBAN AND THIS IS DISGUSTING DAMM IS DRUNKS AGAINST MADD MOTHERS, PLAY ON MADD…MOTHERS AGAINST DRUNK DRIVING. A DAMM IS ALSO A COIN IN OLD INDIA.

SO IS MADAM LYING ABOUT FOREIGN MONEY OR IS THERE A HISTORY OF IMPAIRED DRIVING. ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING, AS OUR SKIPPY SAYS, IS POSSIBLE. THE ONLY THING WE KNOW FOR SURE IS NOTHING IS AS OT SEEMS, TOLD US OR PURPORTS TO BE.

an expensive squat…………

SQUAT IS A TOUGH EXERCISE, VERY CORE STRENGTHENING FOR SURE. IT IS ALSO A POSITION MANY WOMEN USE DURING LABOUR AND CHILDBIRTH. IT ALSO MEANS TO APPROPRIATE SOMEONE PROPERTY. THERE ARE, IN SOME PLACES, LAWS THAT PROTECT SQUATTERS RIGHTS AND THE RIGHTFUL OWNER CAN HAVE A WHALE OF A TIME TRYING TO GET THE COURTS TO EVICT THEM. IS MADAM SQUATTING IN ANY WAY? THIS IS TYPICAL HER, USING AND ABUSING ANYONE AND ANYTHING. USING PHOTOSHOPS OF TP’S MANSION AND PR LIES THAT HER AND A BALD HEADED “H” ARE THERE. I THINK THIS COST MIGHT NOT JUST BE IN MONEY BUT IN FREEDOM. AS WELL ON E THINGS FINALLY CATCH UP WITH HER. SCALES ⚖️.

A Greece-y gamble. …………

WE KNOW MADAM HAS YACHTED ALL OVER THAT PART OF THE WORLD. IS SHE USING SOME INFORMATION GAINED DURING THAT TIME TO GET SOMETHING FROM A CLIENT THERE? I KNOW LINDSAY LOHAN IS DOING EXTREMELY WELL. FOR HERSELF THERE WITH HER RELATIONSHIP WITH AN OLDER MAN. LAST I HEARD SHE HAD TWO NIGHTCLUBS OR WAS IT THREE…

“ is one sitting comfortably’ good, Once apon a time “

MM ANON AGAIN CHOOSES TO END WITH MY FAVOURITE PART, HMTQ QUIET TIME, SHE HAS REGULAR FACETIME CONTACT WITH THE CAMBRIDGES AND WE HEARD TIK TOK TOO🤣🤣😂😂😂. SHE IS READING A STORY OR A BEDTIME STORY TO THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN. HOW SWEET. OH WILL BE GOOD WHEN SHE CAN HUG THEM AGAIN AND ALL OF US.

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23. May 22

MM ANON …… “what , seen at Lympstone “………… a Diplomatic retreat ……… A-Nul-ment………… NY bio-diver-city……… facegrime ………… Charles, a man for all see-sons……… thermal Heathrow ………… 1st Solo address ………… high-end-ing ………… “ clever children, such a lovely dance”……… “ no darlings gan-pops with Sydney “………… “ yes’ we’ll all bake a cake “………… “ pretty Jim-jams Charlotte “.

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MAY 21/2020. RIDDLE#24

“what , seen at Lympstone “…………

THE ROYAL MARINES COMMANDO TRAINING CENTRE IS IN LYMPSTONE. IS THIS A SIGHTING OF OUR HARRY, THE REAL ONE. HAS HE BEEN BACK SERVING THERE?? IF TRUE, I THINK THIS WOULD BE FANTASTIC!

a Diplomatic retreat ………

AFTER FIRMLY STATING I BELIEVE IT WAS A £400 CHARGE FOR FOREIGN WORKERS TO ACCESS THE NHS THE OM HAS WALKED THAT BACK. THERE WAS A HUGE PUBLIC RESPONSE TO A SOCIAL MEDIA POST BY A BADTA AWARD WINNING FILMMAKER WHO NOW WORKS AS A HOSPITAL CLEANER SHARING HIS PLIGHT. SINCE THAT RESPONSE OM BJ HAS WALKED BACK THAT POLICY.

A-Nul-ment…………

THIS IS WHAT I KEEP HOPING FOR AS IT MEANS AUTOMATIC LOSS OF HER STATUS AND TITLE. SOUNDS LIKE, WITH THE WORD NUL,MEANING VOID, THE ACTUAL MARRIAGE IS VOIDED FOR A VARIETY OF ALLEGED REASONS. THIS IS FANTASTIC AND AS WE HAVE ALL DISCUSSED HERE.

NY bio-diver-city………

NYC HAS A HUGE HUGE PROBLEM WITH COVID. YET NEAR STATES HAVE MUCH LESS . NY STATE IS AS VARIED AS THEY COME. GET OUTSIDE THE COTY, RANCHES, GREENSPACE, HORSES, ITS BEAUTIFUL. WITHIN HUMANS WE EACH POSSESS UNIQUE DNA, BUT YET DIFFERENT RACES AND MUXED RACES CARRY DIFFERENT GENETIC RISKS OR SENSITIVITIES. I READ A VERY INTERESTING ARTICLE ON HOW THE RICHER BOROUGHS IF NYC HAVE FAR FEWER CASES OF COVID THAN THE POORER ONES. THERE ARE ISSUES WITH ACCESS TO CARE AND AFFORDABILITY OR SO THE MEDIA REPORTS. (NOT BEING POLITICAL JUST EXPRESSING MY OWN THOUGHTS)

facegrime …………

IMMEDIATELY I HAD A VISUAL OF PRINCE LOUIS MAKING CAKE POPS WITH HIS FACE FULL OF STICKY YUMMY CAKE BITS. THIS IS FACEGRIME….FACETIME IS APPLE.

THE WORD GRIME , MAKES ME THINK KF MADAMS GREASY FACE AND THICK LAYERS OF BRONZER, MAKEUP ETC HAS SHE BEEN USING OLD SCHOOL LIKE ME, FACETIME, TO PLEAD FOR MONEY? OR TRYING DESPERATELY TO REACH H? YOU THINK SHE WOULD HAVE GIVEN THAT UP BUT SHE WILL NEVER.

Charles, a man for all see-sons………

A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS IS FANTASTIC PLAY, THEN FILM ABOUT SIR THOMAS MORE, WHO REFUSED TO ANNUL HENRY VII MARRIAGE TO CATHERINE OF ARAGON. THIS ALL LED TO THE KING BEING NAMED THE SUPREME HEAD OF THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND,AND THANK GOODNESS SHE KEPT HER HEAD.

SO CHARLES IS VERY MUCH A MAN OF PRINCIPLES. I SHALL LEAVE IT TO YOU TO COMPARE HIM TO THOMAS MORE.

HAS HE BEEN SEEING HIS SONS VIA SKYPE, ZOOM, FACETIME? I FULLY BELIEVE SO. NOW MORE THAN EVER, WITH MADAME’S ESPECIALLY HURTFUL PR REGARDING DAVID FOSTER BEING LIKE A FATHER TO HARRY, DIRTY MEAN VICIOUS PR, THEY NEED SUPPORT FROM EACH OTHER.

thermal Heathrow …………

GONE ARE THE DAYS OF MERCURY THERMOMETERS, ORAL AXILLAE OR RECTAL TEMP CHECKS. IMAGINE THAT AT HEATHROW😮😮🤣🤣😂😂😂THERMAL TEMPERATURE SCREENINGS ARE BEING TRIALED AT HEATHROW. IT IS AMAZING, HOW MUCH OF OUR PRIVACY AND OUR DAY TO DAY GOING ABOUT WE HAVE JUST SIMPLY COMPLIED WITH. SOME SAY CONSPIRACY OTHERS SAY COOPERATION IS ESSENTIAL TO GETTING THROUGH THIS. WHAT DO YOU THINK/BELIEVE? I AM CURIOUS.

1st Solo address …………

IS HARRY GETTING READY TO ANNOUNCE THE ANNULMENT OR DIVORCE PUBLICLY IN PERSON. TILL NOW IT HAS ONLY BEEN VIDEOS AND FAKE HARRY PR. WOW THIS WOULD BE AMAZING AND HOW WOULD HE RELISH BEING THE ONE IN CONTROL OF PUBLICITY AFTER YEARS OF BEING CALLED EVERY INSULTING WORD IN THE BOOK.

high-end-ing …………

MADAM HAS A HISTORY OF MANY VARIOUS HOBBIES. CURRENTLY LIVING THE “HIGH” LIFE AT TP’S MANSION IN L. A…..RIGHT AND I CAN RUN A MILE!!! THE ENDING OR HER LAST DAYS AS A WIFE PUBLICLY, WE ALL KNOW IT WAS OVER AT CANADA HOUSE, SHE HAS MILKED THE LIES. WE KNOW SHE IS ON SOME COUCH SOMEWHERE IN THE U.K. SHE HAS LEGAL TROUBLE IN AMERICA, NO WAY SHE IS THERE. SHE CERTAINLY HAS MANY WILLING TO LIE FOR HER,BUT WHY? WHAT IS TO GAIN EXCEPT THEIR NAME IN THE MEDIA ASSOCIATED WITH MADAM. UNLESS THE BACKERS PAID OFF. EITHER WAY, NO MATTER, THE ENDING IS NEAR AND CHANCES ARE HOBBIES ARE USED TO COPE.

“ clever children, , such a lovely dance”……… “ no darlings gan-pops with Sydney “………… “ yes’ we’ll all bake a cake “………… “ pretty Jim-jams Charlotte “.

AS USUAL MY FAVOURITE MM ANON TIME. HMTQ IS COMMENTING ON SEEING THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN ON TIK TOK MOVING AND GROOVING AS WE USED TO SAY. HUGELY POPULAR CARE CAKE POPS ON A STICK, ITS BASICALLY AFTER YOU BAKE A CAKE , YOU SQUEEZE BITS OF IT INTO LITTLE BALLS OR POPS AND PUT ON A STICK. KIDS LIVE THE PARTICIPATING BECAUSE ITS MESSY AND TASTES YUMMY.

THE CHILDREN WANT GAN GAN TO HELP BUT CATHERINE SAYS NO, HMTQ DOES THIS WITH SYDNEY🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. SO THE WHOLE GANG IS IN ON THE FUN, EVEN LITTLE LOUIS, PERFECT AGE. SOUNDS LIKE AFTER ICING OR FROSTING, THEY ARE DECORATING THEM. IN CANADA WE CALL THEM COLOURED SPRINKLES, IN PARTS OF AMERICA THEY ARE CALLED JIMMIES, IN THE U.K. JIM JAMS!

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24. May 22

MM ANON …… 88 two fat ladies ……… two blacked out Discovery’s in St Leonard’s ……… Priti Draconian …… pray,or else!! ………… gel my temperature ……… wash your hands then wrinkle cream ……… a memorial event ………… Hong-Gone…………” well, wake him up Sydney!!………… “bloody hell Sydney “ ………… “ sorry ma’am , Charlotte wants to play bingo”……… “ wonderful , clickerty duck”

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MAY 22/2020. RIDDLE #25

88 two fat ladies ………

WILLIAM AND CATHERINE DID AN AWESOME JOB OF VIRTUAL BINGO WITH SENIORS. THEY MUST HAVE BEEN TUTORED BECAUSE THERE IS SUCH A THING AS, BINGO ETIQUETTE. YOU DON’T CALL NUMBERS TOO FAST, AND NUMBERS GET A FUNNY NAME. SO 88 BINGO BALL TWO FAT LADIES🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂I LOVE IT. TAKES ME RIGHT BACK TO CHILDHOOD GOING FROM LEGION TO LEGION WITH MY PARENTS AND PLAYING BINGO.

two blacked out Discovery’s in St Leonard’s

MADAM IS BEING TRANSPORTED. I AM TAKING IT THAT HER HOSPITALIZATION OR CONFINEMENT HAS CHANGED. WHOO HOO, THIS BRINGS ME AGAIN HOPE OF AN ANNULMENT ANNOUNCEMENT VERY SOON!! AGAIN I SAY, THE STAR CHAMBER CERTAINLY MUST HAVE BEEN EXTREMELY BUSY AND HAS THIS CASE EXACTLY SOLID NOW IN TERMS OF COERCION OF MARRIAGE, ALLEGEDLY, TREASON ETC ALL FICTIONAL AND FOR ENTERTAINMENT OF COURSE 😉.ACTUALLY THIS MIGHT BE THE FIRST TIME SHE HAS BEEN NEAR SUSSEX AT A TIME WHEN TITLE DUCHESS OF SUSSEX SHALL SOON NO LONGER EXIST. ALLEGEDLY OF COURSE. ALSO FITTING IT IS A SEASIDE TOWN, AS WE KNOW MADAM LOVES BOATS AND ALL THAT GOOD CLEAN FUN 😉.

……… Priti Draconian ……

AS I WROTE ELSEWHERE, PRITI PATEL STATED THE GUIDELINES, I WILL NOT REPEAT, SCROLL DOWN PLEASE. SOME PEOPLE FEEL SOME OF THE GOVERNMENTS MEASURES HAVE BEEN AND ARE ARE FAR TOO AUSTERE AND THERE MAY BE A LOCKDOWN BACKLASH. DRACONIAN IS A TERM FROM DRACOS CODE…STIFF SEVERE RULES OR LAWS, UNNECESSARILY SO RIGID, UNBENDING. STIFF RULES FOR LEAVING AND ENTERING THE U.K. WERE ANNOUNCED THIS EVENING, WITH SERIOUS FINES.

pray,or else!! …………

THIS IS MY LIFE MOTTO. PRAYER IS ESSENTIAL. THERE WAS AN ARTICLE IN THE DM TODAY ABOUT HMTQ FAITH AND HOW SHE MISSES THE FELLOWSHIP OF ATTENDING CHIRCH ON SUNDAY MORNINGS. IF YOU ARE INCLINED,I ENCOURAGE YOU TO READ IT. I KNOW WHERE HER STRENGTH AND FORTITUDE COMES FROM.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

gel my temperature ………

OK, THE FIRST THING I THINK OF IS SOMEONE TRYING TO FOOL THE THERMAL BODY SCANNER OR FOREHEAD TEMPERATURE SCANNER BY USING COOLING GEL. IN 🇨🇦,IT IS CALLED ICY HOT, GREAT FOR JOINT PAIN OR MUSCLE ACHE. ITS LIKE RUBBING ALCOHOL BUT IN GEL FORM. AS US OLD NURSES KNOW, BACK IN THE DAY, WHEN A PATIENT HAD A HIGH FEVER WE WOULD WIPE THEM DOWN WITH RUBBING ALCOHOL. ARE SOME PEOPLE USING THIS METHOD TO TRY AND FOOL THE SCANNERS? DISGUSTING IF TRUE. ITS COLD AT ROOM TEMPERATURE BUT KEEP IN THE FRIDGE ITS EXTREMELY COLD.

wash your hands then wrinkle cream ………

MM ANON, EVERYTIME YOU WRITE ABOUT WRINKLE CREAM, I SELF PROJECT BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN A RUNNING THING HERE FOR SOOOOOO LONG, MY LOVE OF ALL CREAMS AND SERUMS..CURRENTLY USING PRAI AND KORRES COMBINATION. FABULOUS. AS RESTRICTIONS ARE BEING EASED, HANDWASHING IS A MUST. IT IS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS YOU LEARN IN NURSING SCHOOL , THAT AND MAKING A PROPER BED. ALL NURSES KNOW WHAT A BIG DEAL THEY MAKE ABOUT THAT.🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. SO WITH EASING OF SOME RESTRICTIONS, HAND WASHING, MASKS HERE ANYWAYS. DO NOT TOUCH YOUR FACE WITH OR WITHOUT A MASK. SO WHAT, NOW ITS OK TO USE WRINKLE CREAM?? I HAVE BEEN USING IT ALL THROUGH THIS LOCKDOWN! SERIOUSLY IT IS JUST REMEMBER TO KEEP WASHING YOUR HANDS OFTEN, DO NOT TOUCH YOUR FACE, USE HAND SANITIZER AS RESTRICTIONS ARE EASED UP. BE SAFE EVERYONE 💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

a memorial event …………

THIS WEEKEND IN AMERICA IS MEMORIAL DAY, THEY ALSO HAVE VETERANS DAY. 🇺🇸 ARE VERY PROUD OF THEIR VETERANS AND THOSE WHO CONTINUE TO SERVE, AND MY HOW RIGHTLY SO. THEIR PRESIDENT SPEAKS SO OFTEN OF HOW HIGHLY HE VALUES THE MILITARY AND IT IS MY UNDERSTANDING THAT HE HAS BUDGETED AND BUILT IT STRONGER THAN EVER. IF INAM WRONG PLEASE CORRECT ME, B😊UT NICELY PLEASE? MY HOW I ADMIRE THEIR NATIONAL SPIRIT AND PRIDE. THIS MEANS IT IS A LONG WEEKEND. WITH SOME RESTRICTIONS BEING LIFTED IN MANY PLACES, MY PRAYER IS FOR HAPPY PEOPLE TIME, OUTDOORS, BBQ, ENJOYING THE FRESH AIR , ALL WHILST REMEMBERING ALL GAVE SOME…SOME GAVE ALL. 🇺🇸

Hong-Gone…………”

HONG KONG, CITY IN CHINA, HANDED OVER FROM THE BRITISH JULY 1/1997. WOW IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY. PRITI PATEL WAS ADDRESSING THE NATION THIS EVENING, I WATCHED HER ON BBC WORLD. SOUNDING LIKE HOPES PEOPLE HAD FOR HOLIDAY MAY BE DASHED. FOREIGNERS OR THOSE RETURNING FROM SAID HOLIDAY WILL BE REQUIRED TO QUARANTINE FOR 14 DAYS. BEFORE BEING ALLOWED ENTRY, THEY HAVE TO PRODUCE A PLAN, ADDRESS AND PHONE NUMBER. THERE WILL BE STRICT FOLLOWING. THE FIRST OFFENCE OF NON-COMPLIANCE IS A FINE OF £1000. AFTER THAT FURTHER OFFENCES THE FINE WILL BE “UNLIMITED”.

“well, wake him up Sydney!!………… “bloody hell Sydney “ ………… “ sorry ma’am , Charlotte wants to play bingo”……… “ wonderful , clickerty duck”

YESTERDAY WILLIAM AND CATHERINE HAD A FABULOUS TIME PLAYING BINGO VIRTUALLY WITH SENIORS. AS ALL PROFESSIONAL BINGO PLAYERS KNOW, THERE ARE A

WAYS CUTE SAYINGS AFTER EACH NUMBER. I COMMENTED THIS YESTERDAY, AT LENGTH. MY PARENTS PLAYED EVERY NIGHT OF THE WEEK, I KID YOU NOT.

SO WE HAVE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE INSISTING SYDNEY DISRUPT HIMSELF’S NAP TO PLAY BINGO WITH HER VIRTUALLY. I TAKE IT HE IS NOT AMUSED🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂. POOR EVER PATIENT SYDNEY. APOLOGIES TO HMTQ FOR THE INTERRUPTION. CLICKETY DUCK WHAT BINGO NUMBER IS THAT? 75 TOP OF THE HOUSE , 1 BOTTOM OF THE HOUSE , HERE 66 IS CLICKETY. CLICK SO I AM GOING FOR 66!! I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT BINGO, TYPES OF GSNES ETC BUT I WILL STOP NOW!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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25. May 23

MM ANON …… 44 million? ………… anons’ how much on clothes?………… “still looked trash”………… evidences of past yachting 😱😱😱😱😱………… LA EX?? ………… “ in Exeter”…………… “ Josh Stones!!“………… a second peak? ……………not in Spain 🥳🥳🥳………… meanwhile in WC. ……… “ gan gan I want a tiara “ ………… “ and one day you shall “ ……… “ is nanny back Catherine?”……… “where’s my bloody slippers “ ……” your wearing them sir”

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MAY 23/2020. RIDDLE #26

44 million? …………

THE HEADLINE WAS £44 000 000 WAS WHAT THE PEOPLES COST WAS FOR THE SUSSEX WEDDING. OUTRAGEOUS ESPECIALLY FOR THE SHABBY SHOW IT WAS. HOW MUCH PUBLIC MONEY WAS RIFLED AWAY IN AN OFFSHORE BANK ACCOUNT BY SOMEONE AND HER CRONIES. OH INQUIRY BECKONS.

anons’ how much on clothes?………… ““still looked trash”…………

THE UNBELIEVABLE OVERUSAGE OF GIVENCHY AND BAIT AND SWITCH BILLING TWICE SCAM GENERATES A LOT OF REVENUE. CRIMINAL REVENUE. AGAIN WE HAVE A WEBSITE WHO HAS BEEN FLOGGING EVERY SINGLE ITEM. ALOT OF MONEY. WHERE IS IT? INQUIRY BECKONS. ALTHOUGH FOR THIS AND PREVIOUS CLUE INQUIRY HAS LONG BEEN DONE AND KEPT TRACK OF, MANY ARE GOING TO FALL.

evidences of past yachting 😱😱😱😱😱

WILL WE FINALLY SEE THAT DOSSIER OR PARTS THAT THE DM HAS AND OTHER OUTLETS HAVE BEEN SITTING ON? OR HAVE EVEN MORE COME TO LIGHT? TO QUOTE GAME OF THRONES..”WHAT IS DEAD NEVER STAYS BURIED”. NO MATTER FILTH ALWAYS EVENTUALLY IS REVEALED AND CLEANED UP. MAYBE NOT IN A TIMELY MANNER BUT EVENTUALLY.

………… LA EX?? …………

LAX AS WE ALL KNOW IS THE AIRPORT IN L.A. CALIFORNIA. IS ONE OF MADAMS EXES COMING TO GIVE INFORMATION TO THE STAR CHAMBER OR THE SECURITY SERVICES? THEY HAVE BOTH SAT QUIETLY BY AT LEAST PUBLICLY ANYWAYS. INTERESTING IF THIS WERE TRUE.

OF COURSE MADAM IS NOT IN L.A. SHE HAS NEVER LEFT THE U.K. DESPITE HER BAD PR FLURRY TO THE CONTRARY. I DEFINITELY BELIEVE THEIR MARRIAGE ENDED, OOOOOH HUGE THUNDER HERE NOW😮😮😮😮, SORRY GOT A STARTLE BY THAT, AT CANADA HOUSE BY A OR D , I HAVE SAID IT SO OFTEN, I HOPE FOR A AS IN ANNULMENT.

“ in Exeter”……………

A NURSE I USED TO WORK WITH HER DAUGHTER MARRIED A CHAP FROM EXETER, SHE BROUGHT ME A LOVELY PAIR OF CELTIC CROSS EARRINGS FROM THERE. WHAT NOW WE HAVE A SIGHTING IN EXETER? THIS HAD TO BE MADAM, AFTER ALL THE BLACKENED OUT DISCOVERYS WERE YAKING HER FOR A DRIVE THE OTHER DAY. AREN’T RIDDLES FOR ENTERTAINMENT FUN 😉? WHAT IS NEAR THERE?

“ Josh Stones!!“…………

JOSS STONE, FABULOUS SINGER, HAS BEEN IN THE BOYS ORBIT FOR AGES. I BELIEVE SHE WAS AT EUGENIE’S WEDDING, I CANNOT RECALL IF SHE WAS AT WILLIAM OR HARRY’S, SUCH AS HIS WAS. HERE WE HAVE JOSH, MALE NAME OR JUST JOSHING HERE MEAN JUST KIDDING AROUND . STONES PLURAL. TWO EXCLAMATION MARKS. STONES IS ALSO A MEASUREMENT OF WEIGHT. WE KNOW ADELE HAS LOST MEGA WEIGHT BUT JOSS IS TINY. BUT JOSH HMMMMM NOT SURE KIDS.

a second peak? ……………

COVID-19 AGAIN, HERE WE HAVE BEEN TOLD THEY FEAR A SECOND WAVE OR PEAK IN THE AUTUMN WHEN FLU SEASON RAMPS UP. WE NEED TO SERIOUSLY KEEP HANDWASHING, PHYSICAL DISTANCING ETC. I FEAR THIS GREATLY. AS THINGS UNLOCKDOWN, WHICH IS BADLY NEEDED FOR MENTAL HEALTH AND THE ECONOMY, THINGS WILL BE CLOSELY MONITORED.

not in Spain 🥳🥳🥳…………

HERE WE HAVE SPAIN AND THREE CHEERS, I TAKE THIS AS AS NANNY BORROLLO HAS RETURNED, AND OUT OF QUARANTINE BEEN TESTED AND IS HEALTHY . THREE CHEERING CAMBRDIGE CHILDREN.

meanwhile in WC. ……… “ gan gan I want a tiara “ ………… “ and one day you shall “ ……… “ is nanny back Catherine?”……… “where’s my bloody slippers “ ……” your wearing them sir”

REMINDS ME OF THE SAYING, MEANWHILE BACK AT THE RANCH😂😂😂🤣. HERE WE HAVE WC WHICH IS OF COURSE WINDSOR CASTLE. MY FAVOURITE PART OF THE RIDDLE. HERE WE HAVE THE DAILY VIRTUAL VISITS BETWEEN HMTQ AND PP WITH THE CAMBRDIGES. CHARLOTTE IS JONESING FOR A TIARA, GAN GAN ASSURES HER SHE SHALL ONE DAY WEAR ONE. HOW SPLENDID WILL THAT DAY BE EH? YESTERDAY I READ THAT CHARLOTTE WILL BE THE NEXT PRINCESS ROYAL, ONCE THE TIME COMES. OF COURSE WE KNOW HRH PRINCESS ANNE IS CURRENTLY THE PRINCESS ROYAL TITLE HOLDER.

SOUNDS LIKE NANNY HAS BEEN AWAY, OR WHY WOULD SHE NOT BE THERE. HAVE THEY BEEN IN LOCKDOWN WITHOUT NANNY? WAS SHE VISITING HOME ON SPAIN AND QUARANTINED FOR 14 DAYS? NANNY IS MARIAM BORROLLO.

MY MY PP HIMSELF IS MUTTERING WONDERING WHERE IS SLIPPERS HAVE GONE TO AND EVER PATIENT SYNDEY TELLS HIM HE HAS THEM ON. I RECALL DRIVING WITH A FRIEND AND SHE WAS MADLY LOOKING FOR SOMETHING. I FINALLY SAID WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR, SHE SAID MY SUNGLASSES, I SAID YOU HAVE THEM ON YOUR HEAD😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. SHE HAD MOVED THEM UP TO LOOK FOR GUM OR SOMETHING GOT DISTRACTED AND WELL….THE REST IS HISTORY.😊😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

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