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callsignvenomcod · 10 months ago

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nobody's son, nobody's daughter

Young!Simon and his troubled life in Manchester with his equally fucked up best friend Y/N, loosely based on "Chemtrails over the Country Club" by Lana del Rey.

Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse, sexual abuse, drug addiction, physical abuse, violence.

Author's note: In my head, at least for this one shot, young Simon would look like Charlie Hunnam during his Green Street Holigans era. Maybe a tad bit taller. A headcannon of mine, I guess.

He tried to convince himself that he was only crying because of the stinging feeling of the alcohol against his broken skin, against the red cheek bone and the bleeding gash he had on top of his right eyebrow. The flickering greenish, puke-colored light that was dangling on top of his head didn't help much to the cure. That and the sad looking tiles of his bathroom, no toothpaste, broken mirror, whole look. Simon had to convince himself that this really was going to be the last time. He did a lousy job at that. The lad really drank that kool aid.

That next time he will hit harder, that next time he would be smarter, faster, wiser than Daddy. His heart and his lungs were still on fire from the fight he just had with his father; saliva dripping down his chin mixed with vice and blood, because if Simon was a big boy, well, he had to get it from someone. Petey Riley was a big son of a bitch, standing 6'5, belly outside of his wife beater (saddly, ironical) blonde patches of hair covering his baldening head, he drank like one, hit like one. No distinction too, Tommy would take it, his Mum would take it too. Simon just wanted to be present to take the biggest hit. He could bare it; he would do it. For those he loved he would sacrifice.

Some days it felt like he was the bull and his father was The Matador. A bloody number they both put on for his mum and his little brother but none of them were clapping. Simon was merely a distraction, one that showed his horns to drag attention.

It was an act of love. Some days it was all he could give, somedays it was all that there was left of him.

"For fucks sake..." he hissed dapping a pink colored, blood-stained cotton ball against his eyebrow split, the gash squeezing out anti septic and crying red down his face. He threw the cotton ball to the trash bin and let his head hang low on top of the sink, without looking in the mirror, before letting out a big, tired sigh.

18 years old and his live had already gone to shit. No compass pointing north, no aspirations, no home, and a family he felt pity for. A world that felt no pity for them, for him. Simon Riley was just another alley rat of Manchester, with lungs so black from the coal he might as well have been a miner.

The truth was that Tommy could no longer stay in the house like this, nor could his mother. Tommy was barely 12, an age in which his brain was so moldable it might as well be play doh; and Pete fucked everything around him; even carrots would rot if stood next to him too much time. He had to get Tommy away from the man before it was too late. Before he became like him.

There was a knock on the door, and he instantly knew it was his mother, because Tommy would just slip in due to the nature of being a younger brother, and his father would just storm inside, stumbling around to piss without caring someone was using the toilet; plus, his father had stormed out of the house with a loud door slam, making all the glasses in the house rattle. He looked at himself in the mirror while answering.

"Oi..." he acknowledges.

"..." only silence for a moment, before her mother cleared her throat from behind the door. "Here's more antiseptic, sun..." They all knew too much about first aids, he might as well become a doctor or join the army.

He almost smiled at use of the old nickname. Her sun, he called him. 18, looking 23, and his mum still called him sun.

Simon perked up in front of the mirror, his trashed simple white shirt, (now stained with yellow and few drops of blood) slipping back on himself as he took a deep breath and walked out of the toilet, straight into the hall.

His mother took a few steps back. It had been a while since Simon had outgrown her in height. The blonde woman, pale and frail stood in front of him and only could see the tip of his chin now. She was wearing acid washed jeans and a bright colored shirt with shapes in it very 80's, and they were so dirt poor it might as well be from the 80's. On top of that, an open bathroom robe and her hair was, in deed a mess.

Molly Riley, maiden name Harrison, winced out loud at the state of his son's face. Simon could tell she had been crying. "Oh, sun..." she moaned, quivering lower lip.

The woman looked up at his older son and gave him an apologetic smile, and Simon would be damned if he stood around to listen to her apologized for whatever reason it made his father snap this time. Simon shook his head, sadly used to this and placed a hand on the woman's shoulder, feeling her shiver under his touch.

"Where's Tommy?" he asked, walking over to his room with his mother following close on his step. He just wanted to slip on his jumper and get out of the house.

"He's at the TV room. Sooty and Co is on." She explained, leaning against the frame of the door, hugging herself. She watched with hazel eyes as his older son would sin on his bunk bed and slip on his white trainers, dusty and worn out, and zipped up a jumper that went just below his chin, putting on a jacket on top of it.

"Simon..."

"Mum..." they both said at the same time as they mirror each other. He knew what would happen the second he went outside the house. Tommy would drown himself in milk and cereal, being a vegetable in front of the TV until his eyeballs burned, and his mother would sit in the couch behind him, laughing at the show until she ran away to cry in her room, toying with the idea of picking of the things and leaving Pete. Nothing would happen and the wheel will keep turning. In a not so hopeful way of speech, they still had tomorrow. They had to take that as it sounded at the moment.

"Where are you going?" she asked, in an effort to seem motherly. The boy had seen her give up all her earthly power to the monster of his father and being in this same room with her suffocated him. He hated himself for it. Sometimes he had to really try not to hate her. He could never be quite there, but he was always dangerously close.

"Pub." He simply said, feeling up his pocket to make sure he had enough money to spend. He worked long shifts in the butcher's and weirdly enough, being surrounded by so much blood and carnage made him feel relaxed. Maybe it had to do with the fact it was him holding the knife and the pig hanging upside down, cutthroat. Simon wanted to tap out, get a flat for himself, even move cities, move damn planets, but couldn't bring himself to leave Tommy and his mother behind. They were all victims of the same natural disaster. "Don't stay up."

"Well, give her my regards..." she simply said with a soft smile.

They shared a knowing look, knowing that Molly would drop a pill in a few hours and won't be up until tomorrow morning; if lucky. She nodded, dropped eyes, and leaned against the frame to let Simon walk past her, the too loud sound of the TV in the room next door and distracted laughs of his younger brother making a soundtrack. Simon would look the back of his blonde hair before stepping out of the door and head out to the pub, much like his father did a few hours ago.

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Breathe in, breath out. Mechanical, your body could do it without your brain telling it to, but sometimes your brain got so anxious it forgot about it. Some people started calling them anxiety attacks. Doctors, mostly. Y/N wasn't a doctor, but instead just knew it made her feel like ripping out her hair one by one and crawl out of her skin.

The cigarettes helped. Michelle, her older sister told her it wasn't a very feminine look to smoke Marlboro reds the way she did, but with a prostitute mother and a junkie lizard for a step father, whatever effort they made to look good to society was futile now.

That and the multiple bruises they both sported on their bodies. Michelle had learned how to put makeup on them, Y/N couldn't bother anymore.

Michelle. Emerald eyes, long face, short hair. Smart Michelle, kind Michelle, 5 years older Michelle, in love Michelle, pregnant Michelle, crying face Michelle, "Come with us" Michelle, "Come to see me soon," Michelle. Two jobs and a new born Michelle, always a mother Michelle. Too busy for her Michelle.

Michelle, Michelle, Michelle. Ma belle.

She missed Michelle, and now and then she wished she just had picked up and left Manchester with her and John, take a train to America, to a place called Chicago. Scape this place like a crying Michelle had asked her to, but no. She had done too much: her older sister had already acted like a mother her whole life, and Y/N thought she deserved a chance at love. John was that. A chance at happiness. A warm pair of arms, a nice house. No unsolicited grabbing, to drugs, no shouting and no smacks. Y/N couldn't just storm into her life and wreck it all, be a reminder of the past Michelle barely survived.

She took a drag of her third cigarette and leaned against the back alley of the convenience store she worked in. Few hours, shitty pay, but it was a way to stay away from her house, with her mom asleep, drugged off her tits most of the day and working all the night, she no longer felt like it was a home; not that it ever did. It was a place where she had a thin mattress and some clothes and a place she would only want to use to sleep.

The girl hugged herself, her too big on her black coat almost swallowing her. Her shift was off, the old man owner of the store telling her to "fix herself" before coming back on Monday.

He meant the bruises. They all meant the bruises.

She had a gash on top of her eyebrow from running away from a blow from Ethan, Mum's husband, presumedly pimp. It took a lot of rage, but the bastard wouldn't touch her again, not a single hair on her head.

This was not the first time he did it. This was not the last time it would happen. Y/N knew it.

Her hands slipped down her face, chipped burgundy polish on her nails, and she ran her hand down her hair, stepping on her cigarette butt and placing her hands inside her pockets.

She could see her breath in front of her, and the news said that it might snow this year again. Man, her house could no longer hold another winter the way it was. It was cold and wet on the bottom floor, and she wouldn't dare step upstairs in fear of the risks of being in the same room as Ethan.

She thought that if it came down to it, she could always convince Simon to just gather some money and spend the season in a motel with heat. It was a luxury, but she didn't want to be an Ice Lolly.

She smiled to herself at the thought of him. She flicked open the fire and lit another cigarette, the cherry burning almost instantly as she blew the smoke out of her hair. The girl started walking out of the alley, with a bit of a hunched back to her step, something she learned from when she was a kid and tried to conceal the fact that she had grown tits now.

The boy was her best friend, if not he was her only friend, the only one she could trust. What started with an innocent childhood friendship, with both of them being at the headmaster's office almost daily (teachers would find Y/N stealing stickers and pennies out of other girl's school bags and had to physically break out fights Simon started) developed into a deep understanding of each other circumstances; into an everlasting love that held no labels.

Simon gave Y/N her first beer at 11 years old and smoke her first joint with her at 12. Y/N pierced Simon's ear lobe with a burnt-out safety pin drenched in vodka, and with time had more experience in curing his bruises than the local doctor. A match made in heaven, you could say. A refuge for both of them. They both did it for the right reasons.

It was freedom of not having to use a mask. Y/N could crumble to pieces in front of Simon, curse the Gods, curse fate, confess herself a human being because she knew her vulnerability was safe with him, that Simon wouldn't let the light in.

In a sick joke of destiny, they seemed made for each other. Y/N's mum was also an addict much like Pete Riley. Broken homes both opened their doors to let loose the monster that lived inside Simon and Y/N's chest, and their jaw clenched at a fury that they never knew where to direct. None of them knew very well how to live now, and at 18, it had stopped being cute long ago.

So, it wasn't Simon beating up John Misty in the playground, rather bare-knuckle fighting drunks at the local pubs that would serve him, spitting into his father's face, in a screaming contest with the police. It was no longer Y/N shop lifting lip glosses from Macy's, giving a cheeky wink to the slow and beat up security cameras, rather than that it was her letting any boy that would fake listen to her feel her up under her clothes in the alley, picking up the tails of stranger's joints in the street. In a race with rats.

The girl detached herself from the wall and fixed her jacket, putting some strands of hair behind her ear and walking down the alley, the sound of her torn sneakers against the cold pavement. The bags under her eyes were turning blue now and her back was starting to hurt like it always did after a shift, but she couldn't go back home, if she ever had one. Plus...she thought, looking up.

The stars were out.

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It was a nice night.

The stars were out.

He could see it through the smoke of his joint as he leaned over the hill, joint in one hand, 40oz of beer in the other one. Nothing but the grey air of Manchester and the big hill under him, and yet the moon and the stars managed to go out and shine down on all of them mortals. Simon took a drag of the smoke and blew it out almost immediately, feeling every muscle in his body relax. He had to thank Ake next time he saw him; Ake had half a brain but double the heart and was always there when he needed someone to talk to...or free weed.

Yeah, Simon had that other bit covered. He knew that whenever he decided to open his mouth to speak whatever was locked inside, Y/N would be there to listen to him. He was the only girl he could talk to without fucking stuttering or feeling such an inadequate monster of a man. All the girls around him were older, mostly prostitutes, ladies of the night, that were equally broken than him, and more often than not, Simon thought about...just doing it. Pay for it. Pay for sex. In reality, he was paying for the company, for a warm chest and nice hands, for a fake smile, cheap perfume, but who was he to judge?

He stopped doing it that one time he saw Y/N's mum walking down the street in very tight latex and tired eyes and he couldn't stomach the image of another prostitute's kid, hungry and cold, waiting for their mum at home. Much like Y/N had done it before, and Michelle before her.

Around the same time, Y/N grew sick of the one-night stands. Of boys pretending to listen, to care, to feel her up. She grew tired of the empty eyes and the dead beat "goodbye's" after having sex. And after fucking Paul Brendan in the back of the school yard, and the boy fixing himself up and giving him a nasty wink without a second action to it as a goodbye, she decided enough was enough.

It was nice to have a friend for any ocasion.

A best friend.

They started fucking each other the summer they both turned 17.

And they never said it was something, let's say, exclusive, but none of them touched anyone else. Y/N just couldn't trust anyone else enough to do so, wouldn't go near boys or men in general after that last slip of her dignity and self-worth, and it was only wrapped around Simon's arms that she could allow herself to be as intimate as she wanted to, to literally spread open for him.

For Simon, however, it ran deeper. Once he tasted Y/N, well...there was literally no one else in the whole of Manchester that could catch his attention. Maybe he was attracted to other girls, sure, Emily Nichols could make a grown man cry with those tits of her, and Samantha Blunt's leg should be ensured for 1'000'000 pounds at least, but there was just something about Y/N that no one else could supply. It was like she had some sort of additive dripping from in-between her legs, something laced in her saliva that he just couldn't resist. He was just perpetually thirsty.

They never quite said it but they both knew they were only for each other, and they knew each other enough, so much, to reach the point where Simon could tell Y/N who she was in case she forgot.

And that's why, guzzling the rest of his first 40 oz down his throat, messily getting his chin wet, Simon could hear the dry leaves behind him and identify, the way only a kid born in a house on fire could, the steps of her friend behind him.

This was their spot. Sure, maybe some junkies came over, left needles and used condoms around, teenagers like themselves used them to drink from cans of beer and leave their traces behind but this was their spot. Hidden behind thick leaves and bushes, down the hill, slightly tilted down enough to lay down with no effort, only using their elbows. Simon bit down the joint to keep it in place and scratched under his shirt lazily.

"Look what the cat dragged in..." Simon joked, eyes still to the front, to the dark night. He earned nothing but an annoyed huff erupting from Y/N's plush lips as the girl sat down next to him in the dark.

"Fuck off, Riley. I am not in a good mood today."

Simon almost giggled in a lazy weed haze. "Oi, when are you ever in a good mood? I bet...-Shit."

"Shit." They both said at the same time, staring at each other, analyzing their faces, at least as much as the moonlight would let them. They had seen each other with all sorts of bruises and gashes, purple and red, dried blood and busted out stitches but it was always a sight for sore eyes. Simon sat down correctly, putting off the joint next to him next to the beer bottle and Y/N crawled next to him, sitting on her knees to observe his face.

Simon's hands went directly to her face, delicately, afraid to hurt her even more, calloused hand above a beat-up princess cheek. He wasn't surprised, he stopped being surprised years ago, at the same exact spot, seeing her first bruise, boiling with rage, wanting to go to her father, beat him up. Simon was as scrawny 12 year old back then.

Yeah, but it still wasn't a pleasant view. Never would be.

Y/N at the same time was able to stare back at him. Simon's rugged features were there, no doubt, but if she squinted her eyes enough, she could see the boy beneath him. The soft cheeks, now beat up, the kind eyes, now darkened. He was also sporting a pretty gash on top of his eyebrow, still red and angry around the edges. He must have cured it himself. She sucked on his teeth as his hands went and wrapped around Simon's wrist, in an effort to make contact. They both stared at each other for a pretty minute before both stumbled across their own words, trying to figure out what had happened.

"What did..."

"That fucking arsehole, the cunt..."

"Simon, it's not..."

"Did he...?"

"No." They both remained silent. She had hurried the answer, not wanting for Simon to finish the question. "He didn't." Not this time. And it was true. This time it was true. Y/N had seen him reach for his buckle, but she had hurried away before he could do anything to her. Make her do anything to him.

Simon scanned her face for a second. "Good..." he whispered. There was nothing much else to say. He sorts of missed the days where she would rush over to him a crying mess, babbling, shaking with fear and anger and sadness and shock. These days Y/N would just sit next to him, sort of showed her wounds and then just...drink it away. There was nothing else in there. The light was already broken.

The ball of the bottle gagged up and down as Y/N drank a big gulp from it, the burning sensation on her throat long forgotten. Simon watched for a few seconds before deciding to look away, look to the abandoned park in front of them and just let her sit in silence for a while, figure out her emotions, how much pain she was in. If it was worth the cry.

Y/N leaned the bottle next to him and her fingers left the neck of it seconds before Simon picked it up, drank a little himself. She placed her elbows on her bent knees and sniffed the cold air of Manchester through her nose. Simon lazy eyes scanned her side. Perky nose, loose messy ponytail, tear eyed, glassy look. He sighed and shook his head slightly. He wasn't sure about himself but...he knew Y/N deserved better.

This wasn't like any of the other times. Once she was fierce, fiery, talking about how many things he would do to her stepfather if she ever gathered the courage to do it herself or let Simon take business in his own hands, but now she was quiet, and the lonely park was just an extension of her silence. Dead, and beautiful and familiar and comfortable.

He opened his mouth to say something, as he thought he should but Y/N, beautiful, forceful, trainwreck Y/N spoke first.

"You know I see us so far away from here? Sniff." She said with a watery tone in her speak. She looked at him before briefly looking at her torn boot. She sniffed again, holding back tears. "So far from Manchester, so far from that fucking neighborhood..."

"What?" He dared to say. "Wales?" They shared a very brief look before she shook her head.

"Out of fucking England, me and you..." she said, talking absently, more to herself, as if Simon wasn't there. "Away from Ethan, the cunt, and your bloody father. Away from this park..." Her voice was raising, and she didn't even realize she was close to shouting. Simon straightened up in his seat, alert.

"Oi..." he tried to interrumpt, hands up to stabilize her.

"Away from this fucking cold, and the leaky ceilings and, and my whore of a mother and... a-away from...away from that fucking house! Away from... FUCK, FUCK!" she ended screaming, as if it was a crescendo.

No one was around to hear it except Simon, and it tore his insides a little to see the vein in her neck pop out, to see her run out of breath, fisting her hands, face all red and angry. Her chest was going up and down, her rage bubbling inside her chest, from an angry red dissolving into a confusing and cold blue. She swallowed her tears, chest still in a rush and stared at him, biting her bottom lip, trying to contain herself.

It was seeing herself reflected in Simon's unsure, impressed face what broke her. Her brows furrowed, and her face contorted in a sob as Simon opened his arms to embrace her, whiskey bottle now forgotten next to them. Their cheap jackets rubbed against each other, sheltering the cold away from them, so thin their hearts could touch each other.

She had kneeled next to the boy now, almost crawled into his lap and it was only there that she allowed to...feel.

It was the loudest she had cried in years and again it was Simon's chest who sheltered, from the outside world, from the cold, from the dark of the park, from herself. From Ethan.

The girl leaned her cheek against his chest, pressing hardly, as if wanting to crawl into his ribcage. It had reached a point where she was that scared. Where she made sense out of it. She trembled and groaned, and cried, stopped for a few seconds shivering, while Simon rocked her slightly, confused, aware, terrified.

Was this the end? Was this what happened before the whole world went utterly to shit? Were they staring at the abyss and didn't even realize?

The girl trembling in his arms knew it was ending. Something had kicked inside her, her surviving instincts and, okay, if it came to it, he knew that Y/N would be the type of girl to survive a mass shooting, a natural disaster, any disaster really, but first...she was going to cry. She was a Manchester girl, a port girl, she was made to live in the waters.

"I see us so far away from here, Simon..." She repeated, her voice calmer, miles away from that park. "I need us far away from here." Y/N closed her eyes and frowned. "I still believe we deserve a kinder life than this..."

"Y/N..." he whimpered, holding her tight against his chest. "Where...?"

"Do you see it?" She asked, and Simon looked down to his chest, to her pressed cheek against his pectoral, his arms surrounding her small frame, his thumbs rubbing against her shoulders. Her eyes were staring at nothing, or at something very far away in the distance. "Simon, do you see it?"

Did he? What were they going to do now? Okay, out of Manchester, out of England. Then what? They were 18, just out of their mum's fannies, not a penny to their names, no one that gave a shit about them really. Did he really saw something out of that park, something that involved them both, safe, not starved, somewhere warm?

Nobody's son, nobody's daughter.

Somewhere kinder.

He looked down to his chest, to her rosy cheeks, to the small patch of tears that stained his jacket, the icy forms her lips made due to the cold of her breath. A little dove nesting in his chest, a pair of bloody knuckles from bare knuckle fighting, holding her so softly. Simon's breath got caught up in his chest and he decided they will leave town the next day.

"Simon?" she asked, looking up, childish thick eyelashes, glossy stare, hopeful, terrified. "Do you see it?"

He nodded, hugged her tightly against him and felt her arms hugging him back for the first time in the night. She had moved into giving a part of herself, hugging back. She was in.

He kissed her temple, he dared, softly, wet, his eyes now also looking into the distance, to something that involved them both in a kinder place.

"I see it."

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loveinreality · 1 day ago

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My favourite artists/bands and songs 🤍

SZA- awkward

Childish Gambino- redbone

Lana Del Rey- chemtrails over the countryclub

Foo Fighters- doll

The cure- lovecats

Beabadoobee- cologne

Mitski- me and my husband

The strokes- barely legal

Arctic monkeys- I bet you look good on the dancefloor

The neighbourhood- reflections

TV girl- the blonde

Tag others to share their fave 11 artists and their songs xoxo

@lonelydolly @persephones-carnations @idontliketopoeticize

#coquette #lana del ray aesthetic #this is what makes us girls #girlblogging #lana del rey #cinnamon girl #im just a girl #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #female hysteria #girl blog #childish gambino #the cure #beabadoobee #music #marina and the diamonds

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nekoannie-chan · 11 months ago

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Blood magic

Title: Blood magic.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 438 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Your blood always cures Brock.

Major Tags: Mention of blood.

Additional tags: This my entry to @multifandom-flash, Annie-3002 & square 9:

"Blood magic.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

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Brock had always had successful missions. However, on the last seemingly routine mission, everything took an unexpected turn. You did not fall into the enemy's ambush and completed the mission successfully, but several agents were injured, including Brock, even though he pretended he was fine.

The night had become dark and stormy as you returned from the gruelling mission. As soon as he took off his shirt, you noticed the wounds on his body.

“I didn't think you'd be back so soon, Brock," you said, assessing the wounds visible on his face and hands.

Rumlow grunted, shedding the rest of his gear and exposing cuts and bruises in other areas.

“They're just scratches; I don't need anyone to take care of me," he replied proudly.

But you ignored what he said. You knew he was very proud, so you approached him. You raised your hand, and Brock felt a warm energy enveloping him. Your powers began to close the wounds and ease the pain. Brock, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel surprised by the disappearance of the pain and wounds; it seemed as if they had never been there.

“You don't need to keep pretending you're a tough guy, Brock," you said calmly.

He frowned at her, distrustful.

“What kind of trick is this?"

You smiled, and you loved that sometimes he could be so stupid and he didn't seem to notice it.

“It's not a trick; it's magic. Magic runs through my veins as well as my mutant side. In case you didn't know HYDRA also recruits mutants, I thought you knew everything, Brock," you teased.

Brock was dumbfounded. After all the time you had been together and known each other, it had never occurred to him to ask you about your abilities.

“What else can you do? “he asked.

You smiled and started to show him some of your skills, but what caught his attention the most were the little flashes of light dancing in his hands.

“Why didn't you tell me before?" Brock questioned.

“You never asked me, but didn't you ever wonder why most of the time the missions went practically flawlessly?"

“Because I'm an excellent leader," Brock replied proudly. You raised your eyebrow.

“That also helped."

“Wait, you mean... you used your powers all this time?"

“Of course, that's why Rogers hasn't discovered us either. You know I can conquer the world if I want to; we can do it together, Brock; it's you and me against the world," you assured.

He took your hand and kissed you. He liked the idea that, somehow, you were going to conquer the world.

#multifandom flash #multifandom flash bingo #round 3 #Brock Rumlow x reader

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loveverythingbooks · 1 year ago

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🎶A List of Songs I think are Locklyle-Coded🎶

Either because of lyrics or vibes

Okay mostly vibes

Chemtrails Over The Country Club - Lana Del Rey

Work Song - Hozier

Coming Down - Dum Dum Girls

Linger - The Cranberries

Books From Boxes - Maximo Park

Friday I'm In Love - The Cure

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths

I Can't Be With You - The Cranberries

Eyes Wide Open - Gotye

the cattle - Zach Palmer

Fade Into You - Mazzy Star

Back to the Old House- The Smiths

#will not be accepting criticism #but please suggest more songs #i have a playlist #lockwood and co #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #save lockwood and co #lockwood and co has become my entire personality sorry not sorry

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talssyyy · 4 months ago

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅hello! I’m talsy and i’d love to be your friend!⊹ ࣪ ˖

Here’s a little bit about me:

Generally:

my pronouns are she/her

i’m bi

i’m a minor so don’t be 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 haha

i’m obsessed with the clean chic aesthetic and aspire to resemble that in the future

Favs:

Movies/series and characters and ships:

10 Things I Hate About You

characters: Kat and Cameron

ships: kat and patrick

Stranger Things

characters: mike, lucas, robin

ships: lumax, byler

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

characters: my baby Charlie😔

Ocean’s 8

characters: Lou and Nine Ball

ships: Lou and Debbie🫦

Ponyo

i haven’t watched that many ghibli movies but this one is my fav so far!!

Grown ups 2

H2O

characters: Rikki, Cleo and Lewis

ships: cleo and lewis, rikki and emma

Spider-man: Into The Spiderverse

characters: Miles and Peni Parker

ships: Miles and me👅

GILMORE GIRLS!! i am a SHLUTTT for autumn rain, hot ginger and lemon tea, thick blanket and gilmore girls playing on my screen

characters: lane, luke and sookie

ships: luke and lorelai, jesse and rory

Tangled

honestly there is nothing better than disney movies and this one takes a special place in my heart

characters: richie and bill

ships: reddie

Arcane

characters: Ekko, Sevika, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx

ships: caitvi, ekko and jinx

Videogames:

The Last of Us (both part 1 and 2)

characters: ellie, jesse, abby, joel

ships: dellie, riley and ellie

Life is Strange and lis before the storm (also watching the playthrough od lis2)

characters: rachel, sean, max

ships: pricefield, amberprice

Fortnite🥸

nothing better than playing fn on call with my friends (i always say i prefer zero build but it’s just a cover up for the fact i can’t build for shit)

Music:

Brent Faiyaz

fav song: all mine

Montell Fish

fav song: destroy myself just for you

Kendrick Lamar

fav song: LUST.

Faye Webster

fav song: she won’t go away

Men I Trust

fav song: Pines

Clairo

fav song: Amoeba

Beabadoobee

fav song: 10:36

Childish Gambino

fav song: Heartbeat

Pixies

fav song: monkey gone to heaven

Arctic Monkeys

fav song: Sweater weather (proud enjoyer)

TV girl

fav song: Pretty boy

Billie Eilish

fav song: wildflower

The Cure

fav song: friday i’m in love

The Smiths

fav song: This charming man

Lana Del Rey

fav song: chemtrails over the country club

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ that is IT i think so yeah. you can also find me on tiktok (talssyyy). bye bye!!!

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lordkingsmith · 7 months ago

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March lyric prompt list 2024

1. Girls get loose when they hear this song/Hundred on the dash get me close to God/We don't pray for love, we just pray for cars-star boy by The Weeknd

2. Ain't no problem when I'm the equation/Presence noted, observation/I'm not new here, reborn creation/Come and find me, sending location-The King’s Affirmation by Iniko

3. Living in devotion/It's always like the first time/Let me take a part-Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking

4. When all is clarity, the hate you gave to me/With all sincerity hurts like a disease/The wings that brought you here will take you far and near/But you will always be no angel to me-0% Angel by Mr. Kitty

5. I like digging holes/Hiding things inside them/When I grow old/I won't forget to find them-no roots by Alice Merton

6. Confusion that never stops/Closing walls and ticking clocks/Gonna come back and take you home/I could not stop that you now know/Singin' come out upon my seas/Cursed missed opportunities/Am I a part of the cure/Or am I part of the disease?-clocks by Coldplay

7. Oh, what a shame/Your spirit never left/Possessed me like a demon/Made them worship at your bed/Oh, yeah-supernatural by barns Courtney

8. It was dark and I was over/Until you kissed my lips and you saved me/My hands, they're strong/But my knees were far too weak/To stand in your arms/Without falling to your feet-set fire to the rain by Adele

9. I'm not a fan of puppeteers, but I've a nagging fear/Someone else is pulling at the strings/Something terrible is going down through the entire town/Wreaking anarchy, and all it brings/I can't sit idly, no, I can't move at all/I curse the name, the one behind it all-Discord by The Living Tombstone

10. You're in the wind, I'm in the water/Nobody's son, nobody's daughter/Watching the chemtrails over the country club/Suburbia, The Brentwood Market/What to do next? Maybe we'll love it-chemtrails over the country club by Lana Del Rey

11. I can't sit back and wonder why/It took so long for this to die/And I hate it when you fake it/You can't hide it, you might as well embrace it-In Too Deep by Sum41

12. My God, my Tourniquet/Return to me salvation/My wounds cry for the grave/My soul cries for deliverance-Tourniquet by Evanescence

13. I can't live in a fairytale of lies./And I can't hide from the feeling/cause it's right./And I go faster and faster and faster and faster for love.-faster by within temptation

14. And it's my whole heart/While tried and tested, it's mine/And it's my whole heart/Trying to reach it out/And it's my whole heart/Burned but not buried this time/I'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out-which witch by Florence and the machine

15. Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near/Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear/Isn't it lovely, all alone?/Heart made of glass, my mind of stone/Tear me to pieces, skin to bone/Hello, welcome home-Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid

16. Another late night, another crazy mood/And I didn't think twice what it would do to you/I was a wild child, you always knew it/It was a matter of time before I blew it-Karma by Brit Smith

17. Yeah I heard you look good in a sundress/I heard you look good when you're undressed/I heard you like to get away/I heard you like to stay out late/I heard you had a couple boyfriends/I heard they didn't treat you right/I heard you're hated by your girlfriends/‘Cause all the guys want you tonight, yeah-rumors by NEFFEX

18. Don't overthink this/Look in my eye/Don't be scared, don't be shy/Come on in, the water's fine/You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit/You say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did/You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried/Got it? Good, now get inside-all eyes on me by Bo Burnham

19. Deep in the dark, I don't need the light/There's a ghost inside me/It all belongs to the other side/We live, we love, we lie-the spectre by Alan Walker

20. The words you whisper are like a love letter/Give you my heart now, for worse or for better/But when the fall comes, will you remember?-sugar high by Scott frenzel

21. Hey, we're just two people trying to love/Oh but how, how can we love/With this wall between us, holding us back-if you were a woman and I was a man by Bonnie Tyler

22. You think you're ready, think you're ready/You're already giving up!/(Woah, who? Oh, woah)/You show me what you've got but you know it's not enough,/And you think this isn't fair,/'Cause you're ready but you're not prepared-scary movies by the home team

23. Mother looking at me/Tell me what do you see?/Yes, I've lost my mind/Daddy looking at me/Will I ever be free?/Have I crossed the line?-all the things she said by t.A.T.u.

24. All I want to do/Is be more like me/And be less like you/Can't you see that you're smothering me/Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?-numb by Linkin Park

25. So insecure, so uptight/I break my neck, to be polite/I cannot take your/whispering, your whispering-dance without you by Skylar Grey

26. I play within my head/Touch my own skin/And hope that I'm still breathin'/And I think back to when/My brother and my sister slept/In an unlocked place/The only time I feel safe-lights by Ellie Goulding

27. Strawberries on a summer evenin'/Baby, you're the end of June/I want your belly and that summer feelin'/Getting washed away in you/Breathe me in, breathe me out/I don't know if I could ever go without-watermelon sugar high by Harry Styles

28. I see a ship in the harbor/I can and shall obey/But if it wasn't for your misfortune/I'd be a heavenly person today-blue Monday by new order

29. Big surprise you're not welcoming/Cause your cliques got cliques/And they don't pick me/No worries I don't want to be/A part of your A team/I came to make a scene cause/Who died and made you king/Nobody-I’m not sorry by NEONI

30. I'm on a cliff, should I enjoy the view/Or fear the fall?/Looking around I breathe in it all/Isn't it funny how things can change/Oh funny how things can change/Oh isn't it funny how/My heaven became my hell-my heaven became…by unlike Pluto

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othcrside · 1 year ago

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𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄 + 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄 now playing...

roslyn. bon iver + st. vincent. in the woods somewhere. hozier. la belle fleur sauvage. lord huron. let the light in. lana del rey + father john misty. pictures of you. the cure. northern downpour. panic! at the disco. sidelines. phoebe bridgers. when it's cold i'd like to die. moby + mimi goese. second chances. gregory alan isakov. blood bank. bon iver. chemtrails over the country club. lana del rey. evermore. taylor swift + bon iver. milk & honey #1. arcade fire + owen pallett. dead of night. orville peck. cannibal holocaust (main theme). riz ortolani. cosmic love. florence + the machine. as the world caves in. sarah cothran. if we were vampires. jason isbell and the 400 unit. your face. wisp. the new year. death cab for cutie.

( @tea-rcses )

#nadine & colson.#━━ ✦ 𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄 * MEDIA ‚ got class & integrity just like a goddamn kennedy .#THE C*NNIBAL HOLOCAUST THEME IS GOOD OK !! I DONT CONDONE THE REST OF THE MOVIE #forgive me for adding it

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lost-in-the-labyrinth · 1 year ago

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Here lies a penultimate sky in December

Before the sun has sparked or culled her final ember

Where lilac preens like a bruise well cherished

And green winks to tell us not all life has perished

Where Jack Frost rides pink chemtrails like chariots

At dawn, with the stars sleeping soundly in navy cots

Together colours burst forth vibrant and merry

While the moon lingers, not yet weary

Tangerine orange splits across the picture

Whispering heartily of friendship’s shared rapture

Gives her half to the waxy yellow figment

The cure of art enhancing her pigment

This long list of lovers gives way to blue

Embalming earth’s dome, winter through and through

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stolenparadisse · 1 year ago

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Most popular conspiracy theories:

1. **** Inside Job: Belief that the *** government orchestrated the **** attacks for various reasons.

2. Area ** and Extraterrestrial Life: The idea that the *** government is hiding evidence of alien contact at Area ***

3. Moon Landing Hoax: Claiming that the moon landing was faked by ****.

4. New World Order: Allegations of a secret global elite controlling world events.

5. Illuminati: Belief in a secretive group controlling world affairs.

6. **** Ass****** Conspiracy: Various theories surrounding the assassination of President J*****. **""""".

7. Chemtrails: The idea that airplane contrails are used for sinister purposes.

8. COVID-19 Misinformation: False claims about the origin and nature of the COVID-19 pandemic.

9. Flat Earth: The belief that the Earth is flat and not spherical.

10. QAnon: A far-reaching conspiracy theory claiming a secret cabal of Satan-worshipping elites.

11. Roswell UFO Incident: Claims that an alien spacecraft crashed in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947 and was covered up.

12. Freemasonry: Accusations of a secretive and influential group controlling world events.

13. Holocaust Denial: Denying or downplaying the Holocaust's historical reality.

14. Fake Moon Landings: The idea that the moon landings were a series of staged events.

15. Big Pharma Conspiracy: Accusations that pharmaceutical companies withhold cures for profit.

16. 5G and Health Concerns: Unfounded fears that 5G technology poses health risks.

17. Climate Change Denial: Denying the scientific consensus on human-induced climate change.

18. Reptilian Elite: Belief that shape-shifting reptilian aliens control world leaders.

19. HAARP Weather Control: Claims that the HAARP facility is used to manipulate weather and cause disasters.

20. Mandela Effect: The idea that collective false memories are evidence of alternate realities.

21. The Denver Airport Conspiracy: Speculations about hidden agendas and symbolism at Denver International Airport.

#reality #mind control #test #zero escape #the matrix #conspiracy

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melrosing · 1 year ago

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tagged by @bidonica, first 10 songs on my on repeat playlist…. my taste is so uncomplicated lol I wish this list was cooler

Scott Street - Phoebe Bridgers

Red Wine Supernova - Chappelle Roan

Real Love Baby - Father John Misty

Chemtrails Over the Country Club - Lana Del Rey

Everybody Wants to Love You - Japanese Breakfast

Sometimes - Goldmund

King - Florence + The Machine

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High - Arctic Monkeys

Cure For Me - AURORA

tagging…. whoever wants to do it 🫣

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago

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Here comes the boy! Cure Wing~! Funny how Murase-san went from the sharks to the birds, huh? First (main) Male Cure~! And he's a vibrant orange, too~!

I have no idea what to expect, but... Well, he's really bustin' down them gender roles, I can tell ya that much.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Borb

-Borb and baby

-Caught her!

-He vanish!

-"You there, bird! Did you catch this infant?"

-Man, I've held off on talking about Cure Wing's design... and I'm gonna do that longer, haha~!

-Birdie can't fly. He's very penguin-like.

-I see Elle-chan's just vibing at the dinner table.

-Sora speaks bird!

-All Skylandians do!

-"WHAT THE FUCK, BIRDS!?"

-Model Peacock~!

-Butler Pigeon~!

-Instant dinner is a ways off, Mashi-ron.

-...Mmm, Instant Dinner...

-Not even a Spicy Fish.

-School's done! Now to put my girlfriend in cryosleep~!

-He was spotted!

-MY MANS JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW

-RUN BOY

-Bird-boy!

-Borb.

-Tsubasa~!

-Puni Baado~!

-Man, somebody should really install guard rails in Skyland.

-I seee... Storm Portals.

-Sorashido's a dumping ground, huh?

-A reflex~!

-"...you scare me :("

-WAN

-She's so mean to this bird, holy fuck

-Is Sora racist?

-Hey, I guess that's another thing like old American comics~!

-I'm kidding, I'm kidding, please, I don't actually think this is the case.

(Addendum, 3/27/2023 2:51PM: Hi, this is Tsuki from the future. I don't usually do this, but I want to inform you that I made a massive error here. I was, just a little bit before the time of this edit, made aware of the actual context of this scene being that Sora's distrust of Tsubasa stems from him randomly appearing in Elle's room while Kabaton was going around trying to kidnap her, and thus it's entirely reasonable that she assumed he was an accomplice.

I obviously intended it as a stupid joke, but it was one that completely missed the point of the scene and, looking back now, just reads as very baseless and mean. I have no idea how I misinterpreted the scene this badly, considering she interacted with the other sentient birds of Skyland just fine in the first episode, but I did. I wasn't paying full attention to the episode, this is all my fault. And I do apologize for it.

We now return to your (irregularly) scheduled programming.)

-Plaaaane

-Chemtrails.

-SHE GONE

-"Observe."

-She stand!

-They catch!

-Tsubasa's quite a chill lad, isn't he?

-"Aerodynamics."

-Quite an immense science for a youngling.

-Don't laugh at the borb boy.

-The lad wants to soar.

-Ahhh, I see... the Puni Bird Tribe can't fly.

-Poor lad's just flailing.

-"Tsubasaaaaa!"

-Holy fuck, your dad is a Chad.

-It's a good thing fall damage doesn't apply to Pretty Cure characters, huh?

-Borb Boy and Hero Girl have become besties!

-Drones. My God.

-Kabaton Orders Drone Strike in Sorashido City, Millions Dead

-"This is a disrespect of science"

-Defend the Baby

-It's Hero Time~!

-Okay, there she goes!

-There calls Ageha, at the exact time.

-"Dude, holy shit, there's so much violence happening here!"

-You know what you must do, lad.

-Fly, my son!

-Oh

-Okay, no transformation today. ...well, not into a Cure, at least.

-Nodaka, hello~! I've been doing my best to keep myself healthy.

-Uhhhhh

-Cure Wing's hat and vest are super cute and the way his hair feathers is really neat, there I commented on his drip.

-They're holding this lad in the back.

#Hop! Step! Jump! Hero Gals Dream of the Everlasting Sky!#precure #pretty cure #hirogaru sky pretty cure #hirogaru sky spoilers #hirogaru sky precure

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rauthschild · 5 months ago

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We are officially over the target and catching the flak; this past two weeks has seen an unprecedented effort by agencies and quasi-military personnel to promote slander and other harassments aimed at discrediting Federation officers and personnel.

This is no doubt the result of our view of the activities of our unlawfully converted military and both of their corporate presidential candidates, and our objection to their continued hegemony apart from civilian oversight, and also our direct objection to their plan to substitute a British Territorial "Republic" for the American Republic we are owed.

We don't pander for the simple reason that there has been more than enough of that. Plain-speaking and truth is what is required to overcome the criminality that Corporate Feudalism, bankers, dishonest clergy, politicians, and mercenary armies have made of this world.

We also object to and disapprove of spraying the Earth with incendiary waste products from various industries as chemtrails, exploding shells full of used but still highly radioactive nuclear wastes, promoting outlawed biological and chemical warfare, phony vaccines and pandemics.

We even object to and protest their loathsome practice of incubating screw worms and broadcasting millions of maggots over countries like Argentina and Panama --- introducing an alien species of flesh and blood eating flies to infect and feed upon domestic livestock and human beings in countries that have traditionally been friends of ours.

We objected to the insane invasion of Libya for the "crime" of advocating an African Union similar to our own and the use of gold-backed currency among the Union members. We think it is obvious who the criminals were in this matter, and it wasn't Gaddafi.

We object to the monopolization of the money transfer system, SWIFT, the imposition of non-negotiable legal tender such as EUROS and FEDERAL RESERVE NOTES, and the many instances of failed legalization of regulations and acts of legislation which are criminal in nature and were never remedied by providing access to exemptions, debt swaps, and other means to legalize them.

Yes, we object to all of this and more.

We object to the existence of arbitrarily imposed and illegal and criminally misused "State Trusts" which have been used to latch onto American assets and misuse them as Slush Funds for politicians and as collateral for foreign debts --- we especially object to foreign war debts and wars for profit being waged using our people as cheap mercenaries and our assets being used as the collateral funding it and our good names being slandered in the process.

Yes, we object. We disapprove. We protest. We are not at all pleased with this insane misuse and abuse of our assets by purported "custodians and trustees" we never appointed to these duties, and impositions made upon us based on the completely false idea that we were "absent" or adopting foreign citizenship obligations.

By what possible "authority" do these corporations continue to carry out actions like these "in the name of" our government?

These are not acts of war or anything politically motivated; these are acts of genocide both in actuality and on paper, with commercial advantages being sought-- crimes, in other words.

Even the recent U.S. Supreme Court actions allowing the British Territorial State Trusts to use our Autochthonous gold reserves to mint gold coinage for their own use is a violation of our property rights and contracts; our contracts with the actual States of the Union require that we -- not they -- provide a National Coinage and Currency for the use of all the States.

They and everyone else in the world can see that we are here and doing our job.

We have served due process and notice and record of our actions over the course of three decades; we have published our lineage treaties and identified ourselves and recorded and cured and published our claims. There can be no doubt that we are native to America and to our specific States of the Union. And there can be no doubt that any claims otherwise based on undisclosed "registrations" of American babies are unconscionable and illegal and self-interested.

We have resumed operations in spite of all this British hokum and are in General Assembly in all fifty (50) States of the Union.

We have taken care of housekeeping, such as enrolling all the incipient Territorial "States" as States of the Union and completing the process mandated by the Northwest Ordinance.

We have published the first Public Law in decades, outlawing claims by patent holders seeking to enslave people by undisclosed injection of patented mRNA or DNA materials.

We are here, presenting ourselves. And their response? Do they yield as required by their employment contracts to the remaining civilian authority of the actual American Government?

Will they continue to pretend that the "absence" of a lackey organization wielding delegated power somehow overcomes the right of the delegator to exercise their own powers directly?

Obviously, these men are not reading their contract nor are they listening to their employers, and they have continued to engage in criminal acts, including fraudulently misrepresenting their corporate elections as public elections.

A recent expose on the website of the Comptroller of the Currency shows their preparations for a "global reset" of currency values without, however, facing the basic questions of ownership, representation, and resources.

We have reclaimed the assets of the State Trusts and they have been fully informed that the living progeny of the victims whose property was cashiered illegally by the British Territorial Raj are here to collect their birthright assets that our purported custodians socked away "for" us and then taxed us for the use of our own land and our own credit.

These are the acts and thoughts of criminals engaged in illegal booty and prize salvaging. These are the acts and thoughts of Executors de Son Tort.

In Law, there is no excuse for the continued pretenses and obstructions that these foreign Principals and their corporations masquerading as governments have made.

They know that we are owed an immediate and unquestioned liquidation of these State Trusts in our favor.

They also know that even though they have acted as corporations, when they seized upon and copyrighted our Given Names in order to create corporate franchises for their own benefit, they acted as Public Usufructs to legalize this action.

As such, they owe us the Usufructuary Duty to hold us harmless from all charges and injuries accruing from their action.

That means that their Principals are responsible for paying all bills, all charges, all penalties, all fees, all taxes, all insurances related to their franchises and to hold us harmless --- but have they?

No, they have not.

They have pretended that their franchise taxes are our taxes, that their franchise's citizenship obligations are our obligations, and so far worked to confuse the identity of the living man with the En Legis "person" they named after us, that most of the world, including the victims, have been fooled by this chicanery.

They have claimed a repugnant ownership interest in their imaginary franchises named after us, taken out insurance policies on these franchises and on their franchises' purported property assets, used them as collateral backing their own debts, and then not even had the decency to use the life insurance to pay off the debts still owed by these "franchises" when they die.

The $950 Trillion in "Life Force Value Annuities" --- another pot of insurance premiums -- that Prince Philip received in April 2017 from the GOVERNOR OF OTTAWA -- should have been used to pay off a substantial part of the world debt.

Instead, it disappeared, while the insurmountable debt being amassed on the clueless victims of these scam artists continued to climb and to devalue the entire world financial system.

It's time for all the purloined assets to be returned and for this to be accomplished in an honest and transparent fashion.

First, in America, all title, right, and interest in land seized upon illegally and without full disclosure in the 1860s and again in the 1930's and placed in State Trusts, must be returned to the living heirs still living on and possessing title to such land.

You may begin with all lands and land assets held in the Wisconsin State Trust in the name of Julius Alfred Schnur and Alfred Julius Schnur, their heirs and assigns -- to be returned together with all cadastral surveys, patents, plat numbers and titles to Anna Maria Riezinger, at our Fiduciary Office, address listed below.

This is a lawful demand for liquidation of illegally seized-upon Wisconsin State Trust Assets, via return to the rightful owner. Proof of life and identity have already been provided.

Second, bank liens and security interests based on fraudulent misrepresentation and the practice of loaning the victim his own credit, must be released.

Third, all property taxes assigned or collected on the basis of this fraudulent salvage operation must be credited to the rightful owner(s).

Fourth, the profits gained from these unlawful, illegal, and immoral activities must be seized upon and used to provide restitution to the victims.

We are not interested in an artificial "Great Reset" that does nothing but victimize the victims again while building yet another financial edifice on fraud and sand.

#blacklivesmatter #blackvotersmatters #donald trump #joe biden #naacp #blackmediamatters #blackvotersmatter #news #ados #youtube

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