#darling canadian anon

[frnkiebby]

YIPPEE SO IDK WHAT BANDS YOU MIGHT KNOW BUT CURRENTLY I REALLY LIKE THE BEACHES AND METRIC AND ALSO TX2 BUT HE'S A YUCKY AMERICAN

jesus christ i’ve tried to answer this like three fucking times and i keep getting interrupted (it’s my own damn fault, i’m at work, i should expect people to talk to me atp)

anyway, i don’t know beaches or metric so ill def check them out when i get my music set up here in a minute!! i’ve heard of tx2 but haven’t heard more than tiktok snippets of his music and the shit said about him, so i’m reticent to say more until i check him out fully and see if any of it is founded??~🎃

[theyellowroseofsodor]

Camille, I know Thanksgiving is coming up, but I also know that it’s exclusively an American and Canadian holiday. Are you planning to bring Thanksgiving to Sodor this year?

🎁 Gift Anon 🎁

Camille: We haven’t done one before but Thanksgiving was my least favorite holiday. Not that I hate it, it just wasn’t my favorite. I think it would be a lot of fun but honestly, the cooks are me and Edward and maybe Emily and we’d have both Gordon AND Scotsman to feed and they’re freaking bottomless pits.

Gordon: I beg your pardon, darling?!

Camille: I have been out to eat with you and Scotsman before at an all you can eat buffet. That’s terrifying enough.

Scotsman: She’s got us there, Gordon. But to be fair, we are rather large males…and we need a lot of food.

Thomas: I wanna do a Thanksgiving! That sounds like fun!

Percy: Me too!

Gordon: Nobody asked you two little engines.

Thomas: Your wife is a shorty, quit insulting tank engines.

Camille: W-Wife??? 😳😳😳

Gordon: THOMAS!! Quit teasing her!

Scotsman: I dunno… you’re blushing too Gordon. 😏

Gordon: With you two around I’m not sure I have much TO be thankful for.

Scotsman: Aw, c’mon Gordon, I’ll always be your favorite. 😁

Thomas: You love us!

[gerec]

Favorite and/or recommended professor X/wolverine fics? (Your cherik recs are always immaculate.) You're the reason I even considered xavierine as a pair and now I love it

Hi Anon! I'm always THRILLED to talk about Xavierine and rec some excellent fics! You've definitely come to the right place. Enjoy!!! :D :D :D

Here is a masterlist I made (last updated 2018) of my Xavierine faves:

XAVIERINE MASTER REC LIST

Here are some newer faves added since 2018:

Readjustment by softforsummers (orphan_account)

Looking at how sweet and trusting the prof was, Logan realized that letting Erik into his life was never an option.

Daylight by orphan_account

"What do you want, Logan?" Charles attempts to sound hostile, but his voice trembles instead.

Logan doesn't know either. But he knows that Charles is much more than the sum of his insecurities.

Sword and Sorcerer by TurtleTotem

Logan hates working with sorcerers, but Charles is offering enough gold to make him leave his comfort zone. He might be offering something else, too, if Logan is interested.

Diversions and Distractions by still_lycoris

Logan thinks he knows a good distraction but it might not have been the best idea.

an empty hearth by Ireliss

The nighttime city, shrouded in fog.

(Logan works for Shaw, guarding his pretty young boyfriend. They grow closer than they should.)

And here are some fics written by me (my personal faves) under the cut:

Setting A Different Course

On the way to Paris, Charles has sex on the plane with Logan instead of Erik.

The Professor is the Key

Based on this awesome prompt: Logan is a colossal, callous asshole, and doesn't care who knows it, unless Charles is involved. Then he's a darling fluffy bear, prone to cuddling the professor and making him tea. This surprises everybody, Logan in particular.

or Charles and Logan, from friends to lovers.

All of You and All of Me

Erik Lehnsherr aka Magneto is King of Genosha, forty-three and the veteran of countless wars against the British Empire.

Charles Xavier is his new husband, in a marriage arranged by the King of England as part of the peace treaty between their two kingdoms.

Logan Howlett is Charles' long time friend and bodyguard, in a secret love affair with the married Prince Consort.

Or Regency/Arranged Marriage/Age Difference/House of M style/Love Triangle AU

The Choices We Make

Soulmate AU: The minute he meets Erik, Charles is positive he's found his soulmate. When Erik's name fails to appear on his body, he's confused, but dismisses it as being too faint to see yet or some other quirk that happens occasionally. Time goes on and he still can't find Erik's name, through the beach, through Kennedy, through Vietnam, even though he looks every day, then every week, then only every so often.

Then as he's showering to pull himself together and go to break Erik out of the Pentagon and he sees the dark letters on the inside of his wrist: LOGAN.

We'll Always Have Paris

Charles Xavier disappears from Paris without a word, leaving Logan to start his new life alone. Six months later, in a tiny bar in the Canadian Rockies, Logan gets an unexpected visitor - a man he's tried very hard to forget.

A Casablanca AU, where Logan is Rick, Charles is Ilsa and Erik is the dashing Victor Lazslo.

From Lovers to Friends and Back Again

Logan Howlett meets Charles Xavier on one of his first real auditions, for a T.V. series about World War II. Charles gets a part; Logan does not. They also agree to go out on a date.

Somehow it takes them ten years to make it happen.

Frost & Darkholme

Men's fashion house Frost & Darkholme is shooting an ad campaign for their brand new underwear line, starring one of the faces of F&D Charles Xavier and his new partner, Logan Howlett.

Sparks fly, which may spell trouble for Charles and his long time partner at work and at home, Erik Lehnsherr...

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

nattie !!! nattie nattie nattie could you do a tour of the gurts? i want to see them all !!!!

yes yes yes my beloved!!! we can most certainly have a grand gurt tour, it’s been a little while

The latest editions we have are the lovely berrygurt with his little bag and Bunny

Then we have Maplegurt in honor of our lovely Canadian milfs, Berry and Brooke and Duckie with a matching scar like their momma duck

Then there’s Enbygurt in honor of my darling beloved 💍 (that’s u) and Lavengurt with her little skirt

Finally, we have the one, the only, the OG, Gogurt, the leader of the army of gurts and friends to a better tomorrow and fighting off all the mean anons anyone gets!!

And here’s all of them together and the Trixie/Katya mask i made in my drama class lol

And we have some honorary gurts i didn’t crochet but I love so dearly. these are Frogurt and Moogurt and they’re both strawberry scented 🥰🥰

and that’s the army! 9 gurts in all and growing because I just bought more yarn 🤭🤭

[pianocat939]

💜Violent anon💜

VIOLENT BOY FOOD POV YOU WERE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO HIS DARLING

“You’re getting too close to my lovely little darling, eh~?”

OK IF I KILLED HIM IN MY STATE THEN THAT MEANS HE HAS THE NORTHERN MIDWEST/CANADIAN ACCENT.

[povlnfour]

GISELLE OH MY GOSH CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY🥹✨ That is such wonderful news you must be so excited!

Don’t apologise at all for being away! It must have been a bit of a toll! My sister had a really rough pregnancy so I can empathise entirely — when did you find out? If you don’t mind me asking of course! I know you said you’ll be a little private and I totally respect that of course but I’m such a nosey person haha I’m so sorry!

I hope you’re feeling better now, and we missed you!🫶🏽

just saw your second ask giving your emoji ahahha don’t worry HI KITTY ANON I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!

thank you darling🥹 it has been a bit of a journey i won’t lie but i am so excited to be a mom! i’m super grateful for everything my mom did for me so im hoping i can do the same ahhh!

don’t worry! i’m happy to share most things that don’t give away too much about my personal life offline! i found out when i was about 7 weeks pregnant? i’m 20 now! however i have pcos so i never really expected getting pregnant so quickly would be on the cards for me — and because of that i had to deal with a Lot of health stuff but we got through! it’s still going on however i have been seeing my doctors and whatnot🥹 i certainly miss the canadian health system though i cannot lie LOL!

i hope you are taking care of yourself and your job isn’t too much rn! i remember you saying it was quite stressful🤍

[alexusonfire]

happy thanksgiving, wife! grateful for you 🫶🏼 hope your day was filled with lots of warmth, love, good food and big laughs!

- sag anon ♡

Thank you darling! I'm Canadian so our Thanksgiving was last month, but I appreciate the well wishes nontheless 🩷🩷 I hope you had a wonderful time!!

[kallulovesu]

I just read your Yandere Spain going after a Witch country reader. So hear me out on this one, What if England was low-key still into is ex... and is a Yandere. Like reason why they broke up with him in the first place was he was becoming a power hunger bastard they warned him he'll become if he doesn't stop or at least slow down; and he was becoming to over bearing and controlling in their relationship ( this was back when he was the British Empire BTW ). Bonus points if Both America and Canada is platonic Yandere for the witch country. Basically the reader was the mother and care taker they never really had. The reader took care of them more than England did and they were pretty close up until England made them break up with him.

(A/N:) Anon you’re such a big brain...I just had to write a little story for this 👐

You couldn’t stand any of it anymore.

His persistent need to know everything about you, how he started controlling every little thing in your life as your relationship progressed, the way he would manipulate you into thinking that you were in the wrong for wanting to break it off multiple times. It all felt so draining.

"No one other than myself would even think of getting close to you. After all, who would want to be with such a small, lonely country that has barely anything to offer?" "What about Alfie and Mattie? You know how much they love you, and you’re just going to let them down like that? You’re just going to let us down like that?" "You’re only overreacting. So just stay with us, okay?" "You’re nothing without me."

"You belong with us, love. Can’t you see that?"

The words he spoke lingered with you everyday, chipping away at the little confidence you had left and slowly breaking the happy facade you had always tried putting on. Even your two little boys started to seem like nothing but a reminder of your shackles.

You felt as if you were a mere marionette; each inch of you being controlled by his strings as he formed you into his idea of a perfect little darling.

It was becoming tiring. The mind games, the puppeteering...all of it.

And so, you had decided on running away from it all, no matter how much you just wanted to brush it off and stay with your ‘happy’ little family, no matter how much you hated doing his plan. You packed your bags before carrying out your plan, waiting until night fell to finally sneak out. You, of course had plastered that usual smile on your face, the gesture just feeling...fake and empty to you now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care anymore. You had to pretend everything was going according to his plans.

Arthur was a smart man, but even he got blinded by simple gestures at times.

you hated doing this, but decided to suck it up and carry on with your little plan. Everything was going well, it seemed like no one noticed you acting a bit...off, and you only had to put your children to sleep before finally sneaking out.

"Mother, are you okay?"

Ah, speak of the devil.

You blinked, finally noticing said child before you. He had a worried look on his face, the nudging he gave your shoulder eventually stopping as he saw you paying attention again.

"Ah...! You’re okay, I thought you had forgotten about me..." a shy smile graced upon his lips, fingers slightly fidgeting with each other. You smiled at him, seeing him being enough to somehow cheer you up a bit.

"Of course I wouldn’t forget about you, Mattie." You pulled the child into your arms, hugging him. "I love you way too much for that! Besides, you’re my little angel." You said in a quiet voice, as to not wake up his twin brother.

It broke your heart having to say this all while you planned on running away, basically abandoning them. Arthur’s previous words, while you didn’t want to admit it still stuck with you, and you started to have second thoughts...almost wanting to give up on the plan and stay with your two little boys whom you loved way too much.

"Mattie, can you promise me something?" You suddenly spoke up, patting the boy’s hair.

...but it was for the better. You could only sit there and pray that the children you took care of turned into fine men while you were away, unlike their father.

The Canadian nodded, eyes looking up at you in innocent curiosity. "Promise me that no matter what happens you’ll forever stay the same, sweet boy that I’ve always known...even if I were to disappear one day." You held him a bit tighter, the troubled expression on your face hidden away from him.

"Mother...?" He gripped onto your clothing, confusion written all over his face. The question seemed innocent, but he couldn’t help but pick up the strange tone in your voice, which he couldn’t recognize...and it worried him.

"Please just answer." You pressed a bit more, though your voice was barely above a whisper.

Matthew opened his mouth, about to answer before a booming voice interrupted him.

"Not fair! I want hugs too!" Alfred, who you didn’t notice until now yelled. The boy pounced on his brother and tried pulling him away.

"Nu uh! You always hog her attention away from me!" Matthew resorted, clinging onto you with all of his tiny might.

"Lies! You’re the only attention seeker here!"

"That’s because everyone else forgets about me you meanie! Even you and father!!" Matthew cried, and you couldn’t help but snort a little at the remark, despite how sad you found it to be...poor boy.

You watched the two bicker, amusement written all over your face. It was better to enjoy the short amount of time you had left with your two boys.

"There, enough fighting you two. It’s past bed time," you clapped your hands, grabbing their attention. "you wouldn’t want me to tell father about you two misbehaving, do you?"

"No ma’am!" A small chuckle escaped from your lips, seeing the children immediately freezing and crawling back to their beds. Guess you weren’t the only one intimidated by Arthur, eh?

You went over to Alfred, giving the boy a soft kiss on the cheek and wishing him a goodnight before making your way to his brother, repeating your previous actions.

"Sweet dreams, I love you." Was the last thing you said, sparing them one last glance before closing the door behind you.

It felt as if your heart was clenching, already feeling a sickening emptiness in your chest as you just stood in front of the door, trying to recollect your thoughts.

There was no use in sulking, you had to go. Now.

And so you scurried away, making your way towards the front door. The few items you truly needed were already brought down to your house, with the help of magic of course. You couldn’t waste any more time being here.

You disregarded things such as clothing and other unnecessary things, only caring about the potions and magic handbooks that you had brought along the way. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what Arthur could do with these in his possession— recalling that one of them had a receipt for a never-ending love potion, and god did you fear what he could do with that...even a stronger witch such as yourself would have trouble dealing with that, especially if it was casted upon yourself.

...what a dangerous situation you put yourself in. You should’ve never interacted with that bastard in the first place.

You sighed, snapping out of your thoughts and turned another corner. The house was large, and you had found yourself getting lost multiple times...but it wasn’t the time for any of that, you had to get out. Now.

And luckily, you soon found yourself standing in front of a familiar, large door. You took a deep breath, relieved that you managed to make it here without the idiot finding you.

"(Y/N)?" A voice spoke from behind you. "It’s late, where are you going?"

Oh, never mind.

You turned back, facing the very man you wanted to run away from. It was obvious that he was woken up from his sleep, seeing that he was wearing his pajamas while lazily rubbing his eyes. A small candle was in his hands, most likely to help him look through the dark mansion halls.

"Why are you awake?" Was all you said.

"I was waiting... I wanted to rest with you, but you never came." Arthur said, slight disappointment evident in his voice as he walked over to you. "Now answer my question, where the fuck are you going?"

You stayed silent, merely staring at the man before averting your gaze. "Away from this house, away from you." He froze, eyes widening as he seemed to process your words

"Can you repeat that? I...i don’t think I heard you correctly," he lightly tilted his head to the side. "you wouldn’t do something that foolish, would you?"

"Oh, I would." You took light steps back from him, distancing yourself from your boyfriend— no, ex-boyfriend. "I’m not doing this anymore, Arthur. This is becoming too much for me."

"And? What about it? I pour my heart and soul for this relationship... and you just run away like that? Love, you can’t just do that..." every step you took was repeated by him, his hands clenching into fists as he tried so,so hard to not just burst right then and there.

"I know, I’m sorry but I just...I can’t." You looked down at your feet, avoiding his piercing gaze. "Look out for them while I’m gone." And so, you turned around completely and walked towards the door, almost reaching towards the handle before abruptly getting stopped by a hand pulling you back.

"No!" Arthur yelled, his grip only tightening on you.

"England, you’ll wake up the kids-"

"Shut up." The man didn’t say anything for a while, trying to calm himself down. "Call me Arthur...please just call me Arthur."

"How about we just get inside and— and drink some tea while talking? I still have some sweets left from earlier today, so we could add that." He offered, pulling you closer towards him. "Please?”

You were looking at his hand, the hand that brung you comfort so long ago...but you couldn’t help but feel your skin crawling every time he held you now, fear overtaking you at the thought of what he could possibly do with them.

He was dangerous.

"Why?" Was all you could bring yourself to say. Arthur‘s grip softened, wide eyes looking at your downcast ones.

"...Why?" He repeated, "why what?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"All of this, why did you do it? For what?"

"Is it because you want my land? You already said it yourself, my country is basically useless...so why are you so persistent on keeping me here? Or perhaps it’s because of Alfie and Mattie? I’m sure they...wouldn’t really mind me going, they still have Francis and you after all."

"So why? You could have everything you wanted without me."

"Darling..." his eyes faltered for a minute, most likely taking all of it in and thinking of what to do. Arthur opened his mouth, wanting to say something-

"Arthur, do you even love me?"

Before being interrupted by your voice, which slightly cracked.

The man could only stare at you, mouth slightly agape. Whatever he wanted to say was completely forgotten about, instead being overtaken by his sudden shock— then panic. "Darling...what are you talking about? Of course I love you, I love you lots and lots. Everything I do is for your own well being."

"I’ll even change myself if it means having you by my side, so please..."

Love... Could this really be called love? You thought, finally mustering the courage to look up at the man and studying his face.

Confusion. Sadness. Distraught. Interest.

He looked conflicted; obviously not knowing what to do with his control on you slowly slipping away. Your actions were a mystery to him, and he wondered...what were you planning? What was going on in that little mind of yours?

"Ah," your eyebrows furrowed. "I see."

Your question had most likely caught him off guard, which was a good thing... you supposed.

Arthur gently tugged onto your arm, bringing you closer to him. "I-I can’t put it into words how much I love you...so just come inside, and let me show you." He offered again, eyes calculating, as if he were deciding the best course of action; whilst yours were sharp, refusing to show weakness.

"This isn’t love, England. You’ve done nothing but hurt me in various times by now, and I’m sick of it." You stood your ground, willingly stepping closer to look at him directly in the face— "Threaten me, physically harm me...hell, beg on the ground for all I care! But I’ve finally made my decision." and so, you took advantage of his weakened state to rip yourself away from his grasp, making him flinch.

"I’m not doing this anymore Arthur. You can figure everything out by yourself now, I’m done. We’re over."

You loved him, you truly did love him from the bottom of your heart...but you just couldn’t be with him anymore."

"Dear—"

"Enough. I’m- I’m done listening to you." Walking back, you took a deep sigh of relief; glad that you were finally able to stand up for yourself.

"Don’t even think of following me, unless you want to get turned into a mere frog."

[bibbawrites]

Take Me Home For Christmas - Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Request: “So I had this idea...you and char are newly dating and he invites you to spend Christmas with him and his family, but he introduces you as a friend, because you don’t feel very comfortable with his family yet...so it’s past midnight and it’s basically Christmas and you are in the living room, everyone else is asleep, and you’re sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, soft Christmas music is playing in the background and you start making out and one thing leads to another and you fuck there with the only light coming from the fire and the Christmas tree! You can turn it into a fic if you want!”

Word Count: 1371 words

Summary: Christmas is here and this year you’re spending it with your relatively new boyfriend Charlie and his family

Warnings: none that i know of 

A/N: okay so this is heavily inspired by the song Take Me Home For Christmas by Dan + Shay (both myself and the anon who sent the request were inspired by the song haha) i received this in my asks and knew i had to elaborate into a full fic, it didnt end up getting smutty though, sorry about that also i tried something new with not using any pronouns or gender specific words, so you could easily imagine the reader to be male or female :) hopefully you all enjoy this and have a merry christmas or whatever you celebrate at this time of year <3

“I want you to come home with me for Christmas.” 

Your head shot up from where it was laying in your boyfriend Charlie’s lap, as he braided and unbraided your hair. 

“You what?” You questioned. 

“I want you to come home with me for Christmas. Spend it with me and my family. I know your parents told you not to travel to them and I just don’t want you spending Christmas alone. Plus I’d love to wake up beside you on Christmas morning.” Charlie looked at you, his eyes full of anticipation. 

You were silent, taking in his offer. He was right, your family had told you not to worry about flying back to spend Christmas with them. It had hurt you at first, since this was the first time you’d ever spend Christmas away from them, but after you thought about it you realised they were only trying to keep you safe. 

Plus, you and Charlie had only been dating for a few months, it seemed like it was a bit too soon to be doing something as big as spending Christmas with his family. 

As if he could read your mind, Charlie spoke up. 

“We can always tell them that we’re just friends if that makes you more comfortable.” He suggested. You hesitated. 

“Okay.” You agreed. “Let’s do it.” Charlie grinned. 

“Really? You’ll come home with me?” He checked, and you nodded. 

“When do we leave?” 

You were leaving the next day, as it turned out. You woke up bright and early to finish packing, before heading to the airport to fly to Canada. 

It felt like time passed so slowly. From the car ride to the airport, to checking in, to the actual flight that was going to take around 11 hours. But finally you touched down in Canada, and before you knew it you were hopping into a rental car and on your way to meet your boyfriend’s family, nervously staring out the window. 

Charlie glanced over at you as he drove, reaching out to place his hand on your knee, giving it a comforting squeeze. 

“Don’t stress yourself out, they’re gonna love you. Besides, it’s only my mum, dad and Meghan, remember?” He told you. You bit your lip. 

“You’re still gonna tell them we’re just friends, right?” You checked. Charlie nodded.

“If that’s what you want darling.” He smiled softly. 

“Just for now.” You said and Charlie squeezed your knee again. 

“Then just friends we are.” 

Meeting Charlie’s family was less awkward than you had anticipated. They were all extremely welcoming, greeting you with warm hugs and excited chatter as they asked you about you life. 

After placing your bags in Charlie’s room, you found yourself in the living room with Charlie and his mother, as she questioned the two of you on how you had met and other questions that made you believe that she secretly knew that you were lying about just being friends. 

After a while she stood up, smiling at you. 

“Let me get the guest room ready for you Y/N.” She said sweetly. 

“Oh it’s okay, we can share my bed.” Charlie said. His mother raised an eyebrow. 

“Okay then.” She gave him a knowing look. “I guess I’ll just grab you a towel then dear.” 

She left the room and you glared at Charlie. 

“What?” He asked. You shook your head. 

“Way to be subtle.” You muttered. He rolled his eyes. 

“C’mon Y/N, no one is gonna figure anything out.” He told you. 

“Fine. But only cause I like cuddles.” You sighed, 

“I’ll be sure to get extra cuddly then.” Charlie grinned. You opened your mouth to reply but stopped as Charlie’s mother re-entered the room, handing you a towel. 

“Thank you.” You smiled, standing up. “I might have a shower now if that’s okay?” 

His mother nodded. 

“Of course dear. I’ll order us some takeout for dinner. Do you eat Chinese?” She questioned and you nodded. 

“Go have your shower, I know what you eat.” Charlie grinned. You smiled in thanks, heading out of the room and into Charlie’s bedroom where you collected some clothes before heading off to have a nice, hot shower. 

The next few days passed quickly with you and Charlie staying busy constantly. He showed you around his home town, taking you to all of his favourite places. You got to meet his childhood friends and spend some time hearing stories about your boyfriend growing up. He even took you ice skating, something you swore you would never do with him again after the disaster that was the first time he took you skating. 

Before you knew it it was Christmas Eve, and you found yourself curled up near Charlie on the lounge, the rest of his family scattered around the room as you watched Love Actually, a tradition you were happy to be included in, while the fireplace burned in the corner, filling the room with a comfortable warmth. 

The movie eventually ended and Charlie’s family all headed off to bed, wishing you both goodnight and merry Christmas. Once you were alone you snuggled closer to Charlie, resting your head on his chest. 

“I never want this moment to end.” You whispered, afraid if you spoke too loud you would ruin the magical moment you were having. Charlie ran his hands down your back, squeezing you tight to him. 

“Me neither.” He replied, voice just as low. “But I might have to ruin it.”

You sat up slightly, frowning. 

“Why?” You asked. Charlie shook his head, peeling himself out of your grasp. 

“Stay here.” He instructed. You nodded, laying back onto the couch and waiting. 

A few minutes later Charlie reappeared, two mugs in his hands. 

“Hot chocolate.” He explained, handing one of the mugs to you. You smiled gratefully. He placed his mug down, before heading over to the small speaker in the corner and connecting his phone up to it to play carols softly. 

“Merry Christmas, by the way. It’s officially Christmas Day.” He said, heading back over to the couch and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

You smiled against his lips, so happy that you were here with him. 

“Merry Christmas Char.” You replied. “I-” 

You hesitated. You’d never said the L-word to each other before, but in the last few weeks you had come to realise that you were definitely in love with the Canadian boy. Charlie frowned. 

“You what?” He questioned. You took a deep breath. 

“I love you.” You finished softly. Charlie’s face lit up, a massive smile appearing on his face as he threw himself at you, and you silently thanked your past self for placing your hot chocolate down on the table. 

“I love you too.” Charlie replied, his head buried in your neck. Your heart sped up. 

He loved you. 

And you loved him. 

You were in love. 

You grabbed onto the front of Charlie’s hoodie, pulling him up and kissing him quickly. He smiled against your lips, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap, your lips never disconnecting. 

“I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. You smiled, breaking the kiss to press your foreheads together. 

“I love you too.” You whispered.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.” Charlie smiled, pulling you back into a passionate kiss. Your fingers tangled through his hair and you tugged slightly, swallowing the moan that he let out. After a minute you separated, gasping for air. You smiled sweetly.  

“Do you want part of your Christmas present now?” You questioned. Charlie’s eyes widened and he nodded quickly. You grinned. 

“Bed. Now.” You muttered, climbing off his lap. Charlie stood up quickly, collecting his phone and hot chocolate and putting out the fire in the fireplace, while you stood waiting, your own hot chocolate in hand. 

He made his way over to you and you allowed him to lead you to his bedroom. 

And as you stripped off your clothes and fell to the bed together in a mess of kisses and giggles there was only one thing on your mind and that was how thankful you were that you decided to spend Christmas with Charlie. 

[ilikefandom]

The Science of Magic

Request: Hi hi. I was wondering if you could write Snape x reader fluff. But the reader is a muggle, not a muggle born witch. If you don’t want to, it’s alright since I saw a lot of requests on your blog u might be busy rn. Love u.

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Two teachers, one magic and one science, A sneek peak into cuteness

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem Reader

Warnings: Ignorence

“What do you mean you’ve never recorded your marks electronically?” (Y/n)’s voice was shrill and her tone was flabbergasted.

“We are very old fashioned at my school.” Severus said, as he copied down the marks of his third year students from their tests onto his gradebook.

“I know you have magic Sev, but honestly. Using google sheets or Excel is so much easier. It’s how I keep track of all my marks.”

“We don’t use computers or the internet at Hogwarts love.” Severus glanced up at (Y/n) from his place near the fire. 

“You don’t even use pens.” (Y/n)’s tone was on the verge of angry, but still amused. 

“Quills are harder for you to believe in than magic?” Severus chuckled as he placed his quill back in his ink pot. 

“Magic is just energy that you exert from your body, people who have magic just have more control over that energy.” (Y/n) said sitting down on the couch across from Severus. “For example the fire charm Incendio, or whatever latin you bother using, is a cue word for your energy to heat up and cause fire. Ergo, magic is science and has a reasonable explanation.” 

“I can never understand all of your terminology my dear.” Snape said, closing his mark book as he blew on the ink to dry it. 

“You and I basically teach the same subject! Chemistry and potions are the same thing, just in two different contexts.”

“If you want to collect all of my marks on your spreadsheet thing, I’ll send you them via owl every night.” Severus’ attempt at compromise left (Y/n) speechless.

“No, Professor Snape, you will text or phone your wife every night and you will send her all of the grades for your 1000 students.” (Y/n) looked at Severus incredulously. “I spent six years at University getting my degree and masters in Biochemistry, just to fill out a spreadsheet with my husband’s grades.”

“Darling, things are alright the way they are.”

“Husband of mine. Your textbooks in the wizarding world sound like fantasy novels. And your history class is taught by a ghost. Do your students even know basic math?” (Y/n) stretched her legs and looked at her husband. “I have so many questions about this.”

“Arthur Weasly would love you. Muggle obsessed as he is.”

(Y/n) stopped speaking and looked at Severus, head tilted and expression confused. “What’s a muggle?”

Severus sighed. “You’re a muggle, dear.” He cleared his throat. “A non-magic person. Other countries have different words, Americans call you no-maj and Canadians call you can’t-spells. The majority of the world are muggles, just like you.”

“It sounds rude.” (Y/n) grumbled as she crossed her arms across her chest. “Do you have any muggle teachers at your school?”

“We do not.”

“Well why not?”

“Because you can’t teach magic.”

“Well what about, what do you call it? Muggle studies, shouldn’t a muggle teach muggle studies?”

“Muggleborns usually teach muggle studies.” Severus got out of his chair and sat beside his wife on the couch.

“So people born with a magic gene, but of muggle descent. How often does that happen? Is magic a dominant or recessive trait? I doubt it’s a sex linked gene as as many men have it as women. I need to draw a punnett square.”

“No, you don’t love. And I assume it’s a dominant trait.”

“That would make sense.”

“I really must introduce you to Arthur Weasly. He’s in a club of sorts with me, and he is very interested in muggles. Pity you don’t have a background in Physics.” Severus chided placing his cheek on top of (Y/n)’s head. 

She smacked him in the chest. “You don’t even teach two subjects so who are you to judge?” Severus laughed and put his arms around her.

“You know I was joking right dove?” Severus asked

“You, dark, brooding, moody, Severus Snape joking. That in itself is a joke.”

“Well this was fun while it lasted. I’ll have to go back to Hogwarts in a few days.”

“Imagine if we swapped classes. My students would all hate you with your detention giveing self.” (Y/n) laughed and snuggled herself back into his chest. 

“My classes would love you. You’re like Minerva, strict, but understanding and kind.” 

Sevurus pulled her closer and they both sat for a few minutes enjoying the fire.

“When can I meet your co-workers? You met mine at the staff Christmas party, last year when Davie almost set you on fire.” Both Snapes laughed at the memory of (Y/n)’s iddiotic coworker.

“In a few days,” Severus answered, staring at his sweetheart, “We are going to start the Triwizard Tournament. I'll aperate to you, and bring you back for the choosing of the champions. I’ll introduce you to them then.”

“Alright.” Came the soft, sleepy reply from the bundle in Severus’ arms. “Can we sleep here tonight, I don’t want to walk up the stairs. 

It was moments like this where Severus was glad to have (Y/n). She was a light in his shade and a question in his mind. When he held her, in the living room on a cool August night he was content. As he should be, without the knowledge of all of the dark things to come.

Author’s Note: Thanks for reading. I am not a biochemist. I just thought it would provide a nice contrast. Please comment and request. Thank you!

[ingravinoveritas]

Looking at the recent Staged S2 promo pics - Can we just talk about how insanely amazing David's street style is? Like major fashion houses should work with him. And modeling is a perfect activity to do while still under COVID restrictions. He's got down the art of looking cool and fab without ever looking like you're trying. I just feel like we don't talk enough about this.

Hi, Fashion Anon! (Hah, I just made a pun and I didn’t even mean to. Good times...) I am totally with you on David’s amazing style in the Staged 2 promo pics. I think he looks incredibly gorgeous, especially with that longer hair, and all the colors and combinations are things that would totally not look good on anyone else, but he somehow just makes them work. Here are four that are my personal favorites, with a little bit of analysis:

So first we have denim! Denim is classic, but can very easily stray into Canadian Tuxedo and/or “middle-aged mom in an appliqué phase” territory. Yet David is working the heck out of this denim jacket. I love that the shirt underneath is also blue, but a darker shade, so as to complement the jacket rather than match it. His hair and beard are also immaculate and top off the look beautifully.

My second selection is this button-down shirt. I know we can’t see much of it here, but this gives us a gorgeous close-up of David‘s face and his big brown eyes. This is very Daniel Day-Lewis in The Crucible meets hipster chic, and I am living for it. The lovely curve of his nose and his pink lips also suggests the potential for makeup modeling (like modeling iconic makeup looks such as David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust with the lightning bolt, or Adam Ant). Stunning.

Next is this lovely emerald sweater. When I first saw a picture of David in this, I was struck by how flattering the green was to his skin tone. I’ve always thought that Michael looks the best in blue, and I think green has to be David’s color. (So yes, @faggghaggg, I am agreeing with you that he looks hot in green!) But what I am absolutely gagged over now is the YELLOW ELBOW PATCHES on this sweater. I cannot think of a single human being those elbow patches would be flattering on except for David Tennant. Elbow patches are traditionally a very stuffy, professorial type of accoutrement, yet with David it’s completely “Yes, I stuck my elbows in a puddle of mustard, so fucking what. It’s fashion, darling.” He’s totally unselfconscious about it and it makes him even sexier.

Of course, I had to save the very best for last. This picture...I cannot tell you what went through my head when I saw this the other day. (Well, I could tell you, but it’s all terribly filthy.) This is the most model-y I have ever seen David look. The leather jacket, the hair, even the fucking sneakers...incredible. He looks like he just got done rehearsing with his indie rock band and is ready to sell you some kombucha, but in the least douchey way possible. It’s hard to see much of the trousers, but they look to be hugging every curve and line of his body perfectly. And he does indeed make it look effortless, as if he just rolled out of bed looking this good. 10/10, super sexy, would love to see a full photo shoot of him straddling that bench in various states of undress. LOVE.

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So those are my thoughts on some of David’s fashion in Staged 2. I hope you enjoyed them, Anon! And I hope David does go ahead and pursue some modeling in lockdown*, because as we’ve seen here, he would be perfect at it and fashion houses should jump at the chance to put him in their clothing. Thanks for writing in! x (*Not counting whatever naughty pictures David has texted to Michael of course...)

[drxwsyni]

I know- I KNOW we aren’t even at thanksgiving yet but- but CHRISTMAS DABI 😭 but ✨SOFT✨ CHRISTMAS DABI 👌🏼😭

jokes on u anon CANADIAN THANKSGIVING WAS THIS MONDAY.

But oh to be a darling spending Christmas with soft yan dabi, instead of having to worry about stressing over relatives (cause ofc he wouldn’t let you).

He’d 100% make a gingerbread house with you. Now, for those of you who read Pumpkin Pie, then you know he’s not the best baker. So you can be sure he’ll just buy one of those pre-made sets that come with the baked cookie foundation, where you just have to piece it together.

Will he try to get icing on your face? Absolutely, but it’s just so he can kiss it off. Soon enough the kitchen turns into a warzone as both of you try to get icing and powdered sugar on each other. Problem is that all the icing you waste on fighting is supposed to be used for holding the gingerbread house together.

Needless to say, it falls apart.

You guys still eat it though, and he makes hot chocolate for the both of you, putting on your favourite movie on Christmas Eve. 

In the morning he makes a point to get up before you, making you breakfast in bed with another cup of hot cocoa (normally he’d sleep in with you but he’s really trying to help you warm up to him). Of course he gives you some gifts then, and generally spends the day doing other cute domestic stuff, or whatever you like really. He saves the best gift for last though, handing it to you just before bed.

It ends up being your childhood stuffed animal, one you thought you’d never see again. You didn’t know that Dabi burnt down your apartment, or that he’d grabbed the plushy on his way out all that time ago. He was waiting for the right moment to give it to you, when it wouldn’t resurface bad memories of your past, but only serve to bring more comfort in your home here with him.

[sapphic-luthor]

sleep deprived anon here, i’m too busy looking for an emotional support canadian to sleep LOL

hello followers from canada would any of you like to sponsor this by-all-accounts-lovely sleepy darling

[gingerwritess]

o k o k but loki grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him while your cooking and having him spin you around singing an asgardian tune in sweatpants and your favorite ™ t-shirt with his hair tickling your neck as he leans down and whispers the old norse song words making you just feel s a f e and secure is a whole ass mood

anon y e s

SORRY I RLY LIKE HOW THIS TURNED OUT

this is the song (soldier, poet, king) i translated it to old norse just cause i like the lyrics and thought it was pretty Loki-esque :))

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There are a couple things that you’ve noticed Loki is borderline obsessed with: neck kisses, surprise hugs from behind, and seeing you wear his shirt.

Also included in the list (you’re pretty sure he’s actually written it down in some obscure journal) is lap sitting, you playing with his hair, laying his head on your chest, cuddling on rainy days, kissing you so hard his jaw hurts, being the little spoon (not that he cares to admit it), holding your hand, kissing your hand, that moment when you grab him by the collar and pull him in for a kiss—okay, maybe the list is longer than he remembers.

Loki is not new to love, and certainly not new to making a partner feel good. But honest affection, both giving and receiving…that is new.

And he loves it.

Something as simple as a brush of the hand somehow gets his heart pounding, and your little smiles flashed across a room are enough to send his mind reeling, and gods, the more he thinks about it, the deeper he sinks.

Hopelessly, helplessly, happily in love with you.

You cater to him too well, too. You know how to catch his heart in your fist and make him bend to your will, make him blush like a child and beg you for affection—he can’t believe how you don’t scare him.

There’s a level of trust you’ve offered him, giving him the chance to restart and take comfort in your embrace. The god trusts you; he lets you have this power over him and trusts, knows, that you will never abuse it.

You see, you bring a foreign softness into his world—a softness he craves among the sharp angles and bitter disappointments and cutting truths he has lived with.

Sometimes, when you catch him pondering this newfound love, he’s just happy.

And happy Loki is an entirely new being.

He waltzes into the kitchen that night as you stir the pot of mac and cheese on the stove, strangely singing something to himself, and you almost want to laugh.

“Someone’s in a good mood, huh?” You grin and start to turn around, but his arms are around your waist and keeping your back flush against his chest before you can move.

��Þar munu koma einn borgarmaðr,” he hums, pressing his lips to your ear. “Hverr karriur einn ríkr sverð.”

“Sorry…what??”

“There will come a soldier.” He laughs and plants a trail of tiny kisses up your cheek, coming to rest on your temple as he sways you side to side. “Who carries a mighty sword…hann munu slíta þinn kity niðr.”

“Cultural concert time, gotcha.” You shake your head with a smile and go back to your mac.

Loki squeezes your hips gently and moves you side to side, a light attempt to make you dance with him, his voice crisp and earthy bouncing off the kitchen walls.

“Oh lei, oh lai, oh þengill,” he chants, resting his hands on top of your head and shaking your head with a laugh. “Sing, my love, it’s an easy enough tune; oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh þengill—”

“Then-gull??” You duck away from his hands laughing and push your hips back to push him off of you. “Then…thin-gel—”

“Then-gill.”

“Then-gull.”

“Ill, darling, then-gill.”

“I’m gonna let you do the singing.” You lift your cheese-covered spoon and give him a sticky boop on the nose. “I’ll just be your audience, cutie, don’t stop.”

For once he just blushes, grins at you, and spins off across the hardwood kitchen floor, his socks slipping easily on the smooth surface.

“þar munu koma einn skáld, hverr skóð ir hans orð…”

It’s an earthen tune, rich and lively and bouncing as the words roll off his tongue—watching him close his eyes and just let the old language fall from his lips makes you want to just…run into the forest with him. Live among the trees, careless and detached from reality.

“Hann munu drepa þú með hans tunga, oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh þengill—”

“Translation, please?”

“…með hans tunga—oh, of course.” He slides smoothly over to you and latches an arm around your waist, yanking you away from the stove as you yelp in surprise.

“That’s my favourite part, you know,” he grins and spins you under his arm, catching you back against his chest and peppering kisses over your giggling lips. “There will come a poet,” he sings in a low voice, “whose weapon is his word…”

His hands grip your waist and he pulls you close, moving you against his hips as he sways. “And he will slay you with his tongue—”

You squeal when he traces his tongue up the curve of your neck, and you can feel his grin against your skin.

“—oh lei, oh lai, oh lord.”

“Oh lord is right,” you laugh breathlessly, squirming in his ever-tightening hug around the chest. “You can slay me with your tongue any day.”

Loki laughs, wind in the leaves of trees deep in a forest, and spins you around to hold you tight against his chest. “It’d be my genuine pleasure.”

Then he kisses you, and you know those kisses that seem to just knock the air right out of your lungs? That’s this one, and his hands are cradling your jaw, fingertips brushing the nape of your neck as his lips part and breathe you in, turning at the corners in a satisfied smile against your lips.

“Þar munu koma einn þjóðann, hverr brún ir laið inn geirr,” he whispers, not letting your face leave his hands when you start giggling, your noses bumping together with your laughter.

“Tharmanookarma-nine-jogger-dan-some-shit,” you whisper back, trying to curb your laughter enough to feign seriousness as you stare back into his eyes.

“…that was flawless.”

“Mmhm.” You grin and steal another kiss—I mean, his lips are so close and his smile so true, how can you not? “I can slay you with my tongue, too.”

“I know you can,” he murmurs, stroking a thumb along your jaw. “You do.”

Your mouths meet once again, slow and laden with curious tongues eager to prove their worth until your hand slips to the curve of his ass—which always looks just so damn fine in sweatpants—and you give him a quick slap.

“You’re burning my mac and cheese, silvertongue.”

He sighs and pulls away with a smack, lips red and slightly swollen, face flushed and alive, hair tousled from your hands—god, he’s beautiful.

“Oh lei…” he follows you to the stove again, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning his head against yours. “Oh lai…” cold lips plant another firm kiss to the curve of your neck. “Oh þengill.”

“…thin-gull.”

“THEN-GILL.”

not my happy loki gif :’)

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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

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[darkmulti]

Hello my darlings and welcome to my blog❣️

First let me introduce myself:

I’m n!

Female

Pronoun- she/her

23 years old

Canadian🇨🇦

Bisexual

English is not my first language so bear with me😣

That’s all you need to know about me

I do write non consensual sex and if that’s something that triggers you, this blog is not for you. I do put warnings on all of them, and the keep reading tab. But some people still get aggravated by it. I also have a disclaimer on my masterlist with more information.

I can write about most kinks besides feces, piss play, pedophillia, foot fetish and actual siblings. Step siblings are fine, but if the ‘step’ is not in there I am not comfortable with that. I’m also not comfortable with underage smuts. All characters are legal age. Any other kink, I’m probably open to.

I do not write male x member or member x member because I don’t have enough background knowledge and don’t want to assume.

Most of my writings are smuts, but I pop an angst or fluff drable here and there. I also write reactions. I have anon reactions for a couple other groups, just scroll down.

All of this is fictional and purely for entertainment. My stories/smuts do not represent on how the idols actually act/behave. I don’t not encourage any type of toxic behaviour, it’s all fictional. Some people can’t understand this, so let it sink in your brain before you come at me.

My asks are always open, so if you ever need someone to talk to I’m always here❣️ I have a group chat on discord, and you are more then welcome to join (as long as your 18+ bc I don’t feel comfortable talking to minors about...😳 For obvious reasons). I also have a anonymous list you can join❣️

Otherwise I’m nice, I promise❣️

Two things I will not tolerate on this blog is:

a) Kink shaming

b) hate comments

I want none of it. I won’t even consider them and you’re wasting your own time!

If you don’t like my writings, don’t read it.

If my blog bothers you, block and not report!

This is a safe space for all kpop fans❣️

Enjoy your stay at darkmulti😈❣️

[fortheheavenssake]

MM Anon 6

Jan 1, 2020

MM ANON ……… “ I don’t want to go back!!!”…… “ get him a title”………… “ a monthly periodical” ……… “mental health and well-being” ……… A brief synopsis LG……… “ I’ve prepared a small dossier ma’am”…… “One has no choice”……… “I’ll contemplate it”………… “ Somewhere warm Catherine”……… keep a low profile ………… he’ll do what he’s told!!!! ………… perhaps a state visit??………… “springtime with Boris in harmony” ……… “Mmmmmm, god help us”

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Jan 2

MM ANON ……… Drip, drip drip……… Drop ,drop drop……… back to school soon 🏫 ……… a successful 🌍 ……… Sophie steps up…… a stable stable ………a tad overconfident ……… “ sooner she falls off the better!!” ……… “ Mmmmm, quite the young man!!”…… “resuming play” ……… it’s the open!! ……… “a bit of an obsession!!” …………”it’s another course Catherine” ……… “be careful!!”…… “ we’ll have to send an envoy ma’am”. ……… “yes, it’s a disaster “.

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Jan 3

MM ANON …… “They will return… eventually!!”…… “mummy, it’s school Monday!!”……… cry-sis, 😭😭what cry-sis…… “from our house to Bauhaus”……” there together sir”………… “ one needs the quiet time “……… take the pulse of the populace ……… “ overwhelming support ma’am” ……… “football George,football!!”…… “O god!! He’s on another planet”………… “ A quiet few weeks would be welcomed” ……… I received the memo. ………” poison chalice old boy, poison chalice”

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Jan 3

MM ANON, The Suck-sexses are said to be contemplating a return to the UK, I don’t think so, they have made it quite clear that they have nothing but contempt for the BRF and its citizens. They probably will visit LA and try to get some free PR via OW. Nutmeg will begin to blab more word salad about her “Snoozpaper” and how she’s living this perfect life with archificial and himself. WHO PAID FOR HER SIX WEEK VACATION???? THE BRITISH TAXPAYERS

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Jan 3

MM ANON , Mmmmm ,RA has a point, no recipes from Harry except (photoshopped images) ? My own gut instinct is that all the misinformation has muddied the waters of confusion. As you say this site is for “ entertainment purposes” and your unique in that respect. No body posts the amount of information that crosses your blog from anonymous sources to real time situations, even the national press visit “Skippy” to fuel its veracity for copy. As they say “A diabolo,qui semia dei”

A diabolo, qui est simia dei. Where god has a church the devil will have his chapel.

Thank you MM Anon😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Jan 4

MM ANON ……… a list of all her discrepancies!! ……… sex, lies and video tapes, my god!!……… metoo Monday …… “actually darling it’s now the safest local”…… “I’d love to play in a tournament” …… “ great backhand!! “ ……… Duty calls…… first things first!! ……… “an environmental tour??” ……” eventually,with the children” ……… no chance to cry racism ……… no protocol left ……… maybe frog cott?? ……… we start building in the spring ………” it won’t last long”.

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Jan 5

MM ANON, ……… 🎼I’m ready, ready ready ready,I’m ready🎼…… “No your not”………… vinegar and brown paper ……… activate the broken record ……… same old, same old ………” from my window I can see Frogmore House” ……… A short reflection on residency ……… home delivery …… another Sunday service , beautiful!! ……… she’s got this one in the bag. ………”The children aren’t participating!!”……A REASON, A SEASON A LIFETIME. ………

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Jan 6

MM ANON … RICKY , RICKY ,RICKY!! …… respect!! …… A HANK-kerchief full of platitudes …… 🎼a speech full of sugar helps the Meganson go down🎼……… 🎼Oh happy days 🎼………… “SHE CAME, SHE SAW, SHE CONNED-CURD…… …”………… “ this must end soon !! very soon”…… We have the technology ……… “Ahhh , The elusive tape”……… Timing is everything!! ……… DM loading it’s guns……… print and be dammed!!

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Jan 6

MM ANON, Ok , a sycophantic visit to Canada 🇨🇦 House tomorrow in a packed London, they’ll be met by the Ambassador and no doubt Harry will be the customary three steps behind his 43 year old companion who will smile on queue and fake waves to nobody watching. After the same old same old they’ll disappear into the same car and return to the elusive residence somewhere in England. Don’t expect a rush towards the crowd.

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Jan 7

MM ANON, ……… she’s the (arm) pits……… go home Yank…… he’s a stone lighter ……… get off my f#@£%land ……… “ come to my birthday, never!!” ……… A state of emergency …… who dares bins ………… 🎼return to lender🎼……… “ it’s a struggle old thing”……… “ stop swearing at the tourists”…………… “ bloody tourists” …… Sydney!!……… “ I’m looking forward to next series” ……… “new stamps??”

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Jan 8

MM ANON ……… 🎼”And she must face the final curtain 🎼 The problem with NOT WEARING your wedding ring opens all conversation towards conjecture ………… 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 the firm always wins. Numerous whores and courtesans have tried to put a dent in the Monarchy over the past 2000 years most were decapitated. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Jan 10

MM ANON. .…… GSTQAOBC …… don’t rock the bloat. …… pain-t stripper …… past, present and future ……… hide-a-Weymouth ……… W&K rule……… make a list ……… common- wealth……… nutmegs strange grandiosity ……… feed the handbitten …… king baby ………… love in a cold climate ……… NO MORE MONEY ……… a fall from race ……… Harry has left the building

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Jan 10

MM ANON, BP has just denied that M&H were frozen out. And where did she accumulate £500 million. Something really really stinks. All her life she’s grifted and whored. TPTB should take her down before the BRF are involved in her elaborate deception. DM poll on side of RF and PH, want MM to leave Britain and never return.

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Jan 11

MM ANON ……… blowing up a GAIL……… “ it’s like de-programming sir” ……” better have them inside the tent pissing out……… “it’s her pattern of behaviour” ………… back in the day ……… W&K step up……… William refuses to play ball……… that’s weak Charles …………” it’s all about money with her”……… “ all I’m saying is,you’re powerful family “ ………” another snifter LG”……… “ hold the calls Sydney”. 

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Jan 12

MM ANON ……… 🎼I don’t like Mondays🎼………” turn her bloody ugly face orf”. …… “ your call William!!” ……… bad advice ……… A military absence ……… “ yes,Pontcius Pilate” ……… Charles, The weakest link ……… “ your over generous ma’am”. ……… “ let them go, f**** em” ……… The taxpayers won’t like it ……… Canada caves……… RCMP……… BO offers a net- flick……… 🎼money,money,money 🎼…………… royal dis-appointments. ………… a tabloid tornado looms.

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Jan 13

MM ANON …………… take it or , take it!!……… no negotiation ………… Harry walks out ……… threats and lies ……… no comment…… tabloid carnage ……… more talk,talk. ……… commonwealth ambassador??? ……… no loss of financial support ……… MM gives up title ……… Harry keeps HRH. ……… archificial tells all……… W&K hold a huge party 🥳 🧣🤣🥳🥳🥳👀……… PP gives Sydney a knighthood ……… PP& Sydney get drunk. …………George bakes a cake. ……… Lottie has another sleepover. ……… Nanny gets a surprise

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jan 14

MM ANON ……… para-sight……… “ O ma’am, cunning very cunning”………… “ William is made of sterner metal”……… ( behind every great man) ……… spring offensive, the children!! …………” Lotties the key”……… the holy trinity ……… “freeze them out”………… “it’s all a smokescreen sir”…… “ yes, full steam ahead, ask Camilla “ ………… “ circle the wagons LG” …………” Burn that f**** olive branch, once bitten”………” a Canadian tour , with the children, OMG! Touché!!……… inde redire eruditionis Habes

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Jan 14

MM ANON … She new well in advance of Markle V Markle, that’s why she ran , doesn’t want the dirty laundry washed in view of a few hundred yards of BP. HARRY, You married trash. Trash whose father is going to testify against her. Goodness sake Harry, didn’t you see this , or weren’t You briefed by the intelligence service about her family and sordid history.

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Jan 15

MM ANON …………… OUR BEAUTIFUL DUCHESS OF CAMBRIDGE …………… ONE DAY OUR GLORIOUS QUEEN ……………WELL DONE KATE , YOU ASTOUNDED THE CRITICS ……… ONLY ONE CLASSY DUCHESS. 👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑

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Jan 15

MM ANON, MARKLE V MARKLE, won’t get to court, she will not Dare. She won’t bring the firm into disrepute. Unless she really wishes to harm the royal family and that’s a possibility. Will she permit her resentment for her father to drag her dirty washing through the royal courts of justice in the Stand. Is she that psychotic. Yes , I think she is, will Harry approve, I don’t think so.

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Jan 16

MM ANON,……… sea-plane PR. ……… where’s Harry?………… “ leaves 15million mansion visits poor shelter 🤣🤣🤣………… so broke,(woke)……… Paternal hurricane ……… Royal courts of Justice ……… “ write me a roll”………… “what Megan wants, Megan forgets”:……… Calipornia politics? ………… “she can be the new AOC” ……… she’ll campaign for Dems……… “OW ,tell all coming”. ……… negotiations,negotiations!!! …… W&K kill it !!!

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Jan 16

MM ANON,……… laugh and carry on……… isolation desperation ……… W&K leapfrog ……… not jaw jaw …… pseudo Trudeau ……… re-distribution …………” just scrapping by ,sausage” ……… LA NA. ……… gizza job……… ahhhhh’ the ubiquitous tape……… brotherly shove ………… “ the tour will proceed” ………… Diamond Dogs……… 🦂🦂🦂………… twice shy

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