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bedlamsbard · 4 years ago

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Part 10 of the other side AU concept! Next up will be the epilogue scenes. As a reminder from Part 1, the current state of the New Republic here takes more from the EU than it does from the new canon (though has some nods in that direction), because I’m more familiar with the EU and like it more.

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Only General Airen Cracken, the head of Rebel Intelligence, and Leia Organa were present when Hera did her post-mission debrief. She suspected that this op was going to be the kind whose reports were mysteriously lost – that if they ever existed at all – but as it was she gave Cracken and Leia the truth as best she could.

When she had finished, Cracken and Leia glanced at each other. The small office was quiet for a long time, broken only by the hum of the air filters on the big warship and the sound of steps in the corridor beyond the closed door.

Cracken turned the data card with the Cluster-Prism files over in his fingers, frowning to himself. He was a human male with graying fair hair, his mild expression belying the sharpness in his eyes. After a few moments, he said, “I would say that none of what you just told us leaves this room, but I assume under the circumstances you’ll be informing members of your old crew the details.”

“I could hardly not,” Hera said, forbearing to point out that most of them had been there when she had returned. Luke and Ahsoka had taken Kanan off to talk to him privately; since Hera hadn’t heard any alarm klaxons yet, either they had all killed each other quietly or it was going as well as it could under the circumstances. Luke and Ahsoka didn’t get along at the best of times and this wasn’t those.

Cracken tapped the edge of the data card on his desk, then shrugged and said, “This should get us a step ahead of Warlord Zsinj – several steps ahead, with any luck. Will you be transferring back to the Lodestar? You’re due some leave that I assume you’ll want to take under the circumstances.”

“Airen, you know as well as I do that a general never really gets to go on leave,” Hera said dryly, which made the corner of his mouth quirk up in a grin.

“I do that.” He pulled open a desk drawer, removed something, and tossed it to her. “By the way, the Council vote was four days ago. Alliance commissions are automatically transferred to the New Republic, but if you did want a new assignment, this would be the time to ask.”

Hera caught the neat circle of embroidered fabric and inspected it; the new insignia was the Rebel Alliance starbird surrounded by fifteen starbursts. She turned the patch over in her fingers, thinking.

“Hera?” Cracken said, when she had been silent too long for comfort.

Hera put the patch down on the desk in front of her, smoothing her fingers over the starbird, and looked up at Cracken. “I’m going to resign my commission.”

His sandy eyebrows shot up. “Why?”

“There’s something I’ve needed to do for a long time,” Hera said slowly, “and I’ve put it aside for far too long. I can’t do that anymore.”

“You’re talking about Ezra Bridger,” Leia said.

Hera glanced at her. “Yes.”

Cracken rubbed a hand over his chin. “I’ve read those files. Vanished off into the Unknown Regions with Grand Admiral Thrawn and what was left of the Seventh Fleet.”

Hera nodded.

“I met Thrawn, back in the old days,” Cracken remarked. “If he ever returned, we could be in for a bigger fight than Zsinj and Isard and the rest of that lot have been giving us. Do you have any reason to think they’re out there? Bridger, Thrawn, the Chimaera, any of the other ships from the Seventh?”

“No more reason than to think they’re not,” Hera said. “I won’t be alone.”

“Mmm.” Cracken tapped his fingers on the table. “Not being from Starfighter Command or representing High Command in this case, I can’t accept your resignation, General Syndulla. I will say that since the Council vote, we’ve already had a rash of personnel resigning, officers and enlisted alike. Some of them aren’t interested in going legit, others believe that the Council vote means the war is over.” He shook his head. “As long as there’s even one Imperial Remnant ship or base out there, the war will never be over. You’d be surprised at how many people don’t believe that, though.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

He snorted. “No, you wouldn’t. You’re like the rest of us old-timers. We saw too much. Kills our credibility as far as the kids who joined up after Yavin or even Endor think, let alone the ones who lived through Cinder.” He leaned back in his chair, sharp eyes considering. “You’re too good an officer to lose, Hera.”

She stiffened, but he held up a finger to silence her before she could protest.

“Let me finish before you tell me to go to hell and flounce off with that resurrected boyfriend of yours.”

“I never flounce, Airen. And it’s fiancé.”

His eyebrows went up. “Congratulations are in order, I suppose.” Then he frowned. “Is this for the damn pension? Because as I recall, technically Jarrus was never an Alliance officer –”

Leia stirred and said, “It’s in the Articles that members of informal rebel cells have the right to apply for retroactive status if they couldn’t formally join the Alliance due to captivity, distance, or other reasons –”

“Such as being dead?” Cracken said.

Hera met his gaze. “Prove it.”

He massaged his forehead. “Oh, for love of the Force.”

“The last formal rank he held was commander,” Hera said.

“In the Grand Army of the Republic, I assume.”

“There’s precedent. Rex –”

Cracken waved a hand. “I’ll sign the datawork if that’s what you want. If it’s just for the pension rather than actually finding him a command –” He tapped a finger on the data card. “This does count for something, but we’re a bit short of commands at the moment.”

“What, even with officers resigning left and right?” Hera asked.

“That’s not the problem. The Governing Council wants to reduce the size of the military, despite the fact that nothing actually changed after they had the vote and we’ve still got Zsinj and Gideon and half a dozen other warlords out there.”

Her voice very dry, Leia said, “There’s a faction in the Council that believes that once we have an established government again with a senate and maybe a chancellor or a president or whatever we decide to call it that most of the Remnant holdouts and the independents will fall in line.”

Hera rolled her eyes. “Has Borsk Fey’lya actually talked to any of the independents?”

“You can tell me if you think your father would pick up his calls.”

Hera snorted softly. Ryloth had refused the offer to formally join the Rebel Alliance until certain conditions were met, which the Alliance Council had been refusing to grant for the past year. With the Curia in disarray after almost twenty years of the Empire doing its best to delegitimize it, Cham Syndulla had managed to get the bulk of political power on Ryloth in his own hands, for better or worse. “Not the last time I spoke to him, which was only two weeks ago. We’re getting off-topic, Airen. And yes, the pension would be useful; just use the carbonite forms and leave the being dead part out of it; it isn’t like it’s never happened before. But that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Starfighter Command won’t accept your resignation without a good reason, and maybe not even then,” Cracken said, with a wince at the words “carbonite forms.” They hadn’t been used often, but they were a datawork nightmare for everyone involved.

“Why not? I’m a decent combat commander, but there are plenty of others who are just as good or better, and you can’t tell me that some of the people thinking about retiring wouldn’t be just as happy training pilots, so I’m not exactly necessary there.”

He ticked off reasons on his fingers. “You’re young, you’re pretty, you’re a woman, you’re not human, you’re a general – for that matter, you’re from one of the independent worlds in the Outer Rim and in high society back on Ryloth, even if most Core Worlders see that as the back of beyond – because most Core Worlders see that as the back of beyond –”

Hera frowned. “What does any of that have to do with it?”

“Apparently Ackbar had this conversation with Wedge Antilles while you were gone over some hot new project Antilles has in mind – nothing to do with you, but Antilles pointed out that most of the best-known officers in the Alliance – excuse me, the New Republic – are human, and mostly male. Except for you,” he added to Leia, who grimaced. “You, General Hera Syndulla,” Cracken went on, pointing at her, “are a PR officer’s dream. I guarantee that whenever you get back to the Lodestar there will be a message waiting for you with orders to report for a HoloNet interview and probably a photoshoot. All very reserved but sexy, to make it clear that the New Republic is open to everyone and that we’re not the Empire; even a Twi’lek woman can rise high.”

Hera fought down the memory of the younger Hera’s anguished voice saying, Most humans just think certain things about Twi’lek women. I’m sure even your Rebel Alliance is like that. “If you’re trying to convince me not to resign, it’s not working.”

“It won’t matter, because Starfighter Command won’t accept your resignation, and Ackbar won’t for the same reason if you try to go over their heads to him. He doesn’t look good on the front of a holomag unless you happen to be another Mon Cala.”

Hera rubbed a hand over her face. “Please just stop talking or I won’t even bother with resigning and just desert.”

“Yes, please do,” Leia said dryly. To Hera she added, “You’re not the only one, but I don’t work as well for it because I’m human and a princess of Alderaan. And married, but a really good reporter could spin that if they wanted to.”

“I’m trying to get married,” Hera pointed out. “Get to the point, Airen.”

“You were seconded to Intelligence for this operation,” Cracken said. “I can’t accept your resignation, but I could give you a new assignment. And right now no one’s going to notice if you’re transferred here permanently, with all the datawork chaos from the transition.” He held up a hand to still her protest. “You may need a New Republic general’s authority if you’re out in the Unknown Regions searching for a missing Imperial fleet. We’ve had rumors about Thrawn for years; he’s been the bogeyman beneath the Alliance’s bed since well before Endor. Since Jakku, more than a few Imperials have vanished, claiming they’re off to find him. If he’s out there, then we need to find him before they do, and they have a head start.”

Hera leaned back in her chair, frowning. “Starfighter Command is not going to like you poaching me anymore than they’ll like me resigning.”

Cracken and Leia exchanged a glance. “I can handle the fallout,” Leia said. “There’s enough else going on right now that no one is going to notice for a while, since you’re seconded already.”

Hera turned her frown on Cracken. “What do you get out of this?”

“We get someone out in the Unknown Regions looking for Thrawn,” Cracken said, raising an eyebrow. “Which I’ve been asking for since Endor, but we’ve never had the resources to send anyone out there. We still don’t, but if you’re going anyway –” He tilted his head.

Hera suspected there was a trap in here somewhere, but as it went Intelligence didn’t have so many generals in it that anyone but Cracken could give her orders. “I agree with conditions,” she said.

“What are those?”

“I don’t answer to anyone but you – or Ackbar,” she had to concede, since as the commander-in-chief of the New Republic military he had precedence even over divisional commands, “– and my crew draws a salary.”

Cracken closed his eyes briefly, clearly annoyed, but just said, “Agreed. We’ll discuss the specifics later.”

Hera and Leia left a few minutes after that, letting the door slide shut behind them as they stepped out into the corridor.

“I have something for you that I didn’t want to give you in front of General Cracken,” Hera told her quietly, drawing her aside into an empty room. She withdrew the box Bail Organa had given her from the bag slung over her shoulder, holding it out to Leia.

For a long moment Leia just looked at it. Eventually, she reached out, her fingers hovering just above the silver insignia inlaid in the fine wood of the lid, then she snatched her hand back as though she couldn’t bear to touch it. Hera didn’t protest, just waited patiently as Leia stared at it.

She hadn’t left her meeting with Bail Organa out of her report, though she hadn’t conveyed the exact content of their conversation either, not having a Jedi’s near-eidetic memory.

Finally, Leia reached out with shaking hands and took the box from her. She didn’t open it, just drew it in against herself, cradling it against her chest. Her voice a little shaky, she said, “He was…well?”

“Yes,” Hera said. She started to reach out, then hesitated, not certain if Leia wanted the comfort or not.

Leia didn’t seem to see her. She whispered, “They’ll live. They’ll all live. Somewhere else, even if not…here. They’ll live.” She bit her lip, then looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’d like to be alone now.”

Hera nodded. She touched Leia’s shoulder briefly and found that the younger woman was trembling; Hera squeezed her shoulder and then left her alone, letting the door slide closed behind her.

She was on her way back to the Ghost, docked in one of the massive warship’s several bays, when she ran into Ahsoka. Hera stopped at the other woman’s gesture, stepping aside into a mostly empty wardroom. The only two officers already there cleared out when they saw Hera’s general’s insignia, saluting her briefly before they left.

Hera eyed Ahsoka a bit warily. While they had been friendly in the old days with Phoenix Squadron, Hera had never been able to feel anything other than resentful of Ahsoka’s return from Malachor, nor had she been able to shake the suspicion that the other woman was keeping something from her. Something had changed there, something more drastic than the circumstances had suggested. Hera was vaguely aware that that was more than a little unfair, given what those circumstances had been, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. It helped that since her return Ahsoka had avoided her and most of the other members of the Rebel Alliance, preferring to go off on her own rather than take any formal role.

“Before you ask,” Ahsoka said, “it was my decision to bring Jacen here. Sabine went to get him from Ryloth. I spoke to General Syndulla before she arrived.”

Hera felt the muscle in her jaw twitch. Political reasons meant her father couldn’t set foot on a New Republic ship and thus couldn’t have come with Jacen; Ahsoka must have been very convincing to get him to agree to this. “I hope you have a good explanation for why you thought my five-year-old son ought to be on a warship.”

Ahsoka tucked her hands behind her back, frowning. “Believe me, Hera, if I hadn’t thought it was necessary I never would have brought him here. Rex didn’t find me until after you had already left.”

“That still doesn’t explain why my son is here,” Hera said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Because I didn’t think we would be able to get you back without him,” Ahsoka said. “And we nearly didn’t even with him here.”

Hera frowned at her. “Explain.”

Ahsoka sighed and looked around, then dropped into the nearest armchair and folded her legs in front of her. Hera sat too, a little stiffly; the chairs and couches in the room were all mismatched and hard-worn, but comfortable enough compared to the inside of a cockpit.

“When Luke sent you away – sent you over there – he had to have a – for lack of a better word, an anchor, a target. That was why they had to use you and not someone else.” She rubbed briefly at her forehead, suddenly looking every day of her thirty-odd years.

Hera nodded warily. “No one else with a high enough clearance for this op could be relatively certain of being able to access the same place they probably were before Scarif. We weren’t even sure just using the Ghost would work, except it did.”

“She – the Hera Syndulla from that universe, I mean – was there when you arrived?” Ahsoka inquired, looking briefly curious.

“Not in the room. She said she was just outside the ship – the Ghost was docked in a hangar on Naboo.”

“Hmm.” Ahsoka smoothed the side of her thumb over the armor plate resting across her crossed legs, her expression academically curious for an instant before she drew herself back to the subject at hand. “Having her there, in the Ghost, in a specific time span, gave Luke something to aim for. It could have been any number of other universes, too, other – other possibilities.”

Hera nodded. “Kanan – the other Kanan – said that the reason Luke had to use those constraints because he wasn’t aiming for anything very, very specific. He had to have a range, but not one which was too wide.”

Ahsoka frowned in thought. “I suppose. I didn’t think about it like that, but the dialect on the artifact is very archaic. My grasp on it is better than Luke’s, but I came to the same conclusion he did.” She looked up, her brows drawing together. “The…other Kanan. He didn’t use an artifact or a focus of any kind?”

Hera shook her head. “He said he didn’t need to. He said that Jedi didn’t use artifacts like that for anything they couldn’t do naturally, those just made it easier, but he also didn’t think he would be able to manage it if he didn’t know who he was looking for or if I wasn’t there, because otherwise he would have to – to sort through all the options, and he didn’t think he could do that.”

The other woman nodded slowly, her frown deepening. For a moment she looked like she was considering commenting on that, then she shook her head and said, “Anyway, that’s going there. Coming back is harder, especially since you’re not a Force-user and can’t direct yourself. Going there, the other Hera Syndulla could act as an anchor for you, to – to pull you into that universe. But to come back to this universe – well, you’re not here. You’re already gone. One of the holocrons Luke found talked about people getting lost in the transition.” She flattened her palms on her knees. “We didn’t find the reference until after you had left.”

“What does Jacen have to with any of that?” Hera asked, deciding to worry about that later.

“Jacen is your son,” Ahsoka said. “Blood of your blood, bone of your bone, to be old-fashioned about it. Your father probably would have worked just as well, but –”

“But he can’t set foot on an Alliance – a New Republic ship unless Ryloth joins the New Republic,” Hera said, rubbing a hand over her face. “You could have taken the Ghost to Ryloth instead of bringing Jacen here.”

Ahsoka shook her head. “The same reason but the other way around. And General Cracken wouldn’t allow it, since this was an Intelligence operation. I did ask.”

Hera ground her teeth and bit back her first few responses to that. When she didn’t say anything, Ahsoka went on, “We thought that Jacen would be able to serve as an anchor for you in this universe, especially because he’s Force-sensitive. We weren’t counting on –”

“Kanan?” Hera filled in for her when she hesitated, and Ahsoka winced.

“No. He…probably helped you along, but it’s hard to tell. It’s not like any of this has been done in living memory.” She glanced aside, clearly uncomfortable.

“Jacen is Kanan’s son too,” Hera pointed out.

“Yes,” Ahsoka admitted, looking even more uncomfortable. “I’m sure that helped. I don’t know what would have happened if your father had been here instead of Jacen.” She added with the ghost of a smile, “You should probably comm your father when you have a chance.”

“I’ll do that,” Hera said dryly. “He’d probably like to know that Kanan’s back and we’re getting married, too.”

Ahsoka sat up so abruptly that Hera heard her back pop. “What?”

“We’re getting married,” Hera repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Ahsoka pushed to her feet and paced the room, as if she suddenly couldn’t bear being seated any longer. Hera turned her head to watch her, frowning. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, of course not,” Ahsoka said, her voice strained and the words seemingly automatic; almost in the same breath she finished, “Yes.”

Hera felt the muscle in her jaw jump. “You and Kanan used to be friends.” You and I used to be friends, she thought, but held back the words. They weren’t enemies, but it had been a long time since they had been friends. Some of that was due to Hera’s inability to look at any Force-user without thinking, it should have been Kanan, but Ahsoka had pulled away from everyone except Rex after she had come back from Malachor.

Ahsoka stopped pacing. She was still facing away from Hera, but Hera could tell that she had her arms crossed over her chest, her shoulders hunched in. “We were. We are.”

Hera rubbed a hand over her face. She wanted to go back to the Ghost, reassure herself of Kanan’s presence, hug her son, and comm her father, but apparently she had to deal with this first. “Do you have something against my son?”

“Jacen’s a very nice boy,” Ahsoka said without turning around. She was quiet for a long moment, then she said, “Do you know who Luke’s father is?”

“A Jedi Knight who was killed during the Purge,” Hera said. She and Luke had talked about it a little when they had been stationed on Hoth together; he had sought her out after someone had told him about Kanan and Ezra.

“Anakin Skywalker,” Ahsoka said, a wealth of pain in her voice. “He was my master. And he didn’t die during the Purge.” She took a deep breath, then turned around to face Hera. “You might know him better as Darth Vader.”

Hera blinked rapidly.

“I don’t think – I know Kanan. I knew Kanan. The situation isn’t the same. I just –” Ahsoka bit her lower lip.

“You had better not be saying what it sounds like you’re saying,” Hera said quietly.

Ahsoka closed her eyes briefly. “After – Malachor – I did some digging. During the Clone War I’d made assumptions – well, we all had. It’s not as though Jedi never had affairs, though we weren’t permitted commitments outside the Order. And Padmé – Luke’s mother – had been a friend of mine. We all knew they were having an affair. Except it wasn’t an affair. They had been married in secret just after the war started.” There was agony on her face as she looked at Hera. “Anakin broke his vows, and because of it the Order died. They all died.”

Hera got to her feet. “Kanan isn’t him.”

“I know that!” Ahsoka snapped. She took a deep breath, putting one hand on the back of the chair nearest her.

“And the Jedi Order is a generation in its grave. There’s no one left but you and Kanan.”

“I know that too,” Ahsoka said. She was clutching the back of the chair so tightly that Hera heard the suede of her gauntlets creak.

Hera crossed her arms over her chest. “Does Luke know you knew his father?”

Ahsoka shook her head. “Knowing wouldn’t serve any purpose. The Anakin Skywalker I knew…” She let the words trail off, then shook her head again. “I can’t look at him and think of anything but what Anakin did, and I won’t burden him with that more than he is already. That’s not a ghost he needs to carry with him.”

“Is it one that you need to?” Hera asked her quietly.

“If I could set it aside I would,” Ahsoka said. She sounded unspeakably weary. “But everyone I know died. That isn’t an exaggeration. Everyone I know – except Rex – died because of him, because he decided to break his vows and we all loved him so much we let him.” She rubbed a hand over her face, briefly dislodging her headband. “Hera, it’s nothing against Kanan, truly, or you, or Jacen. But Anakin was a good person too, and so was Padmé. And – and everyone died. All of them. Padmé, Obi-Wan, the Order, the clones, the Republic – they all died because of Anakin. The Emperor as well, but – Anakin sided with that. And I’ll never know why, not really. I did what I could to find out, but – but everyone is dead. There’s no one left who knows. They’re all dead. And Anakin did that.”

She looked up at Hera. “That’s what I see every time I look at Luke. I won’t give him that burden, but I can’t set it aside either.”

“Is that what you think about Kanan and me?” Hera asked her. “That we’re on the knife’s edge of everyone dying?”

“No,” Ahsoka said. “No. But when you said it –” She hesitated, then went on, “– when you said it, it was the only thing I could think of. And I know you and I knew Kanan, but I knew Anakin too.” She looked at the chair she was gripping, then sighed and moved around to drop into it. “I knew you and Kanan were involved before, but I didn’t – I didn’t have to know it, if that makes sense. And I didn’t know about Anakin then. When I came back, I did know, and – and you had Jacen. And Luke was there too, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t bear it. I know it’s not fair,” she added defensively as Hera glared at her.

“No, it’s not.” She tried to bite back the sarcasm in her voice, but suspected she didn’t succeed. She stood there, looking at Ahsoka’s slumped form in the armchair, and said the first thing that came to mind, “Did you tell Kanan you were worried about him snapping and murdering us all?”

Ahsoka looked badly startled. “No, of course not. We had other things to discuss.” She grimaced, then added, “And Luke was there, and some of what I have to say to Kanan I won’t say in front of him.”

Oh, this should be good, Hera thought. She had always thought of Ahsoka as fairly even-tempered, but the handful of occasions where she hadn’t managed to avoid Luke had been memorable for everyone with the misfortune to be in the vicinity. “Then if you’re not going to say it to me, I need to go comm my father.”

She was almost at the door when Ahsoka said slowly, “Hera –”

She turned back. “What?”

Ahsoka bit her lower lip. She was quiet for a long moment, then she said, “Ezra could have brought Kanan back six years ago, when he brought me back, and I stopped him.”

Hera froze.

Ahsoka looked back at her, her gaze weary. “There was a reason –”

“I don’t care,” Hera said. Her mind felt as though it had gone blank with either shock or rage; she wasn’t sure which at this point. She balled up her fists at her sides, not certain either whether she just needed something to do with her hands or if she was trying not to hit Ahsoka. “I don’t care,” she said again, and was surprised to find that it was the truth. She took a shuddering breath, because Kanan was here now and it really didn’t matter as long as Ahsoka didn’t try to remedy what she clearly thought of as a mistake. Then her mind caught up with the rest of what Ahsoka had said and she snapped, “Do you know where Ezra is?”

“No,” Ahsoka said. She had sat up straight, but not risen. “This was before he went missing – from what Sabine’s told me, from when he went inside the Jedi Temple on Lothal.”

Less than a day after Kanan had died.

Hera stared at her, trying to think of something to say. She only realized she had put her hand over her stomach when she felt the edge of her belt buckle pressing into the side of her hand. She had been pregnant then and only just beginning to realize it; she wouldn’t be certain for another few weeks.

Hera still had nightmares about that day.

“I told Ezra I would find him,” Ahsoka said.

“Don’t bother,” Hera said. “We’ll do that.”

She turned and left.

She felt as if she was having an out of body experience, her hands still shaking, the ordinary ship sounds around her strangely muted, even the recycled air moving across her face every time she passed a vent seemingly alien. Whatever expression was on her face seemed to warn anyone off; passing crew members or pilots veered around her.

Slowly – painfully slowly – reality reasserted itself, and by the time she had reached the hangar bay where the Ghost was docked she was breathing normally again, the sound of her footsteps on the durasteel floor familiar instead of muffled. When she tapped her code into the Ghost’s locking mechanism and waited for the ramp to lower she almost didn’t feel like screaming anymore.

Once inside she raised the ramp again, then just stood with her forehead tipped against the ladder leading up to the cockpit, aware of the sound of voices from up above. Kanan’s was one of them, though several layers of deck and closed doors made it impossible for her to make out the words. She let the cool metal of the ladder leech out her remaining anger until she finally felt calm enough to climb up and follow the voices into the common room.

She stopped in the doorway, fighting back her instinct to burst into immediate tears. Kanan was sitting on the floor with Jacen, his expression somewhere between stunned and awed. Jacen had brought out the box of toys Hera kept on the Ghost, as well as some that he must have brought with him from Ryloth, and was gravely showing them to Kanan. He did this by putting each one into Kanan’s left hand, then guiding Kanan’s right hand over the toy – at the moment it was a large stuffed anooba plush that Numa had made him several years earlier. Sabine and Zeb were sitting at the holotable, watching them and looking like they weren’t terribly far from tears either. Chopper was watching too, and somehow managed to look as emotional as it was possible for an astromech droid to get, though at Hera’s approach he chortled a greeting.

“Mama!” Jacen said gleefully, abandoning the anooba in Kanan’s hands, and scrambled up to run to her.

Hera hugged him, kissing his hair. “Hi, baby. Are you and your father and Auntie Sabine and Uncle Zeb having fun?”

Jacen nodded enthusiastically and tugged her towards Kanan and the pile of toys. “Look what Grandpapa gave me!”

Hera sat down next to Kanan and leaned over to kiss him, then turned her attention to the delicately carved nunas-and-gutkurrs set Jacen showed her. After he was certain she had seen it, he took each small animal out of the case to hand to Kanan, who inspected it solemnly with his fingers before passing it back and accepting the next one. Hera had had a similar set when she was a child, but had lost most of the pieces by the time she was ten.

“So are you heading back to Starfighter Command now?” Zeb said eventually, his voice elaborately casual. Chopper echoed the question, curious.

“No,” Hera said. “I’m transferring permanently to Intelligence, and there’s something I need to talk to all of you about.”

Sabine, who had been slouching and picking at some peeling paint on her knuckle plates, sat up straight. “We’re going after Ezra?”

Hera stared at her. “I didn’t even say anything!”

Sabine waved a hand. “It’s the only thing it could be, now that Kanan’s back.” She grinned happily at him. “Unless you wanted to stay and help Luke with his mission to restore the Jedi.”

Kanan grimaced. “He seems like a nice kid, but I just spent three hours in the middle of a doctrinal dispute and I didn’t even think I still had standards for heresy.”

They all stared at him.

“…what,” Zeb said eventually.

He winced. “Don’t ask. I was afraid to because I’m pretty sure I disagree with both of them, but pointing that out just now seemed like it was asking for trouble.”

“Amateurs,” Sabine sniffed. “No one’s dead yet. By Mandalorian standards that’s barely even a spirited debate.”

“To be fair, two of us were dead,” Kanan pointed out dryly. “We just happened to get better.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t die from the doctrinal debate, so it doesn’t count.”

“That’s because every time the Jedi have a doctrinal debate that results in someone dying it also results in a galactic civil war that lasts for years and kills hundreds of thousands of other people,” Kanan said. “So we try to avoid getting to that point.”

Sabine shrugged. “Maybe if you had those more often you’d have smaller civil wars.”

Zeb frowned at her. “Isn’t that why all you Mandalorians hate each other in the first place?”

“Not as much as we hate anyone who tries to interfere in our civil wars.”

Zeb gave Hera a pained expression.

“Don’t look at me,” Hera said, gathering Jacen into her lap. “Ryloth was still having blood feuds between clans three generations ago, and even now you shouldn’t try to get a Fenn and a Kru in the same room together if you don’t want trouble.”

Sabine pointed at her. “See, someone who understands me.”

“I don’t think anyone understands you,” Zeb muttered. “Back on Lasan – and Lira San – we all just sued each other.”

“Well, that sounds boring.”

“And dueling, but that’s been illegal for a century – two on Lira San. And that’s only for extreme cases anyway.”

“Now we’re talking,” Sabine said, sounding more satisfied as Chopper chuckled agreement. “I was starting to get worried for a moment there.”

“About what?” Kanan wondered out loud. “It’s not like there aren’t lawyers on Mandalore.”

“Well, not anymore,” Sabine said.

Kanan raised an eyebrow at her, then visibly decided not to pursue that line of questioning any further and went on, “And I’m pretty sure under the circumstances trying to kill either Luke or Ahsoka would have been a bad idea.”

Hera felt the muscle in her jaw twitch again. Jacen turned his face up to her, feeling her sudden tension, and Hera hugged him. Kanan picked up one of Jacen’s discarded toys, a small stuffed Loth-wolf, and balanced it briefly on the palm of his hand. Then he turned his hand sideways, the Loth-wolf remaining suspended in mid-air, and sent the Loth-wolf galloping towards Jacen. He bounced with glee, making Hera let out a soft oof, and caught it.

“I can do that too!” He narrowed his eyes in concentration, then sent the Loth-wolf back to Kanan. It wobbled a little in mid-air, but Kanan caught it easily, grinning. He picked up the anooba Jacen had shown him earlier.

Jacen put his hands out gleefully, not waiting for Kanan to send it to him. It sailed through the air to him and he hugged it, then he caught the Loth-wolf that Kanan sent after it.

“Hold that for a few minutes, love, we need to talk,” Hera told him. She settled him more comfortably in her lap – he was heavier than she remembered him being, but then again she hadn’t seen him in person for several months – and looked at the rest of her crew.

Her crew.

She, Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper had only been in the same place a handful of times over the past six years, and Kanan hadn’t been there at all. Hera had served with a number of people whom she had gotten along with, many of whom she had liked, but none of them were the three beings and one droid in the room with her now – in the Ghost with her now. She had thought that she would go to her grave without ever having this again.

Hera swallowed past the lump in her throat. “There have been rumors about Grand Admiral Thrawn and the Seventh Fleet for years,” she said. Zeb knew some of this, but she didn’t think Sabine did and Kanan certainly didn’t. “Rebel Intelligence has never been able to confirm that they’re still out there or that Thrawn was in touch with the Emperor – or anyone from the Remnant, for that matter. Because we’ve been busy dealing with the warlords since Endor, General Cracken – that’s the head of Intelligence,” she added for Kanan’s benefit, “– hasn’t been able to send anyone out into the Unknown Regions to investigate the rumors.”

“What happened to General Draven?” Kanan asked, startled; the previous head of Rebel Intelligence had been on Yavin while they had been there.

“He died,” Hera said. “Five years ago.”

Kanan winced.

“So since we’re going to be out there anyway, we might as well do it with Alliance – Republic – authority?” Sabine said. She cocked an eyebrow at Hera. “That is what you said to Cracken?”

“More or less,” Hera said. “Doing it with Republic authority was his idea. I was just going to resign.” She hesitated, then added, “I can’t order you – any of you – to come. But I’ve let this go long enough and I won’t wait any longer.” She couldn’t help but look at Kanan as she went on, “Ezra is family, and we’ve all lost enough family to the Empire.”

“I’m in,” Sabine said.

“Me too,” Zeb said. Chopper chortled agreement.

Kanan just leaned over and kissed her.

Hera let out her breath, relief making her shoulders slump. “All right,” she said. “Make your arrangements. We have to take Jacen back to Ryloth.” She smiled at Kanan. “And we’re getting married.”

That got them a round of back-slapping and congratulations and promising not to actually do it until both Sabine and Zeb could be there. By the time they were all settled down again, Hera was flushed with happiness, leaning against Kanan’s shoulder with her other arm around her son.

We’re all right, she thought, looking around at her crew – at her family. We’re all going to be all right.

#cut scenes and concept writing #other side au tag #also a peak example of 'I prefer to work things out in fic versus writing meta' re ahsoka here

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padawanlost · 4 years ago

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Hey love your content.

Just wanted to ask you something. There's a claim I've seen coming up in fandom a few times now that Obi Wan knew Luke would bring his father back to the light and redeem him. That he even planned as much and this is supposedly evidenced by his not killing Vader in A New Hope and telling Luke to face Vader but not kill him in Return of the Jedi

I'm not convinced, but can you offer a more conclusive answer rebuttal or whatever.

I’ll be honest with you, this is the first time I’ve ever heard such theory so I’ve no idea where it came from or what arguments are being used to support it. All I can show you is the OT itself. The movies make pretty clear that Obi-wan and Yoda were preparing Luke to kill Darth Vader, and that Anakin’s return was something considered impossible until that point.

Because I don’t keep track of DisneySW, all the evidence I provided is strictly based on the original canon, as developed by George Lucas. So if Disney retconned something, I won’t be able to help :)

That being said, that theory doesn’t make much sense to me, sorry. For Anakin’s redemption to be part of some Obi-wan’s master plan, the character would have to have an impossible foresight into everyone’s involved past and future. For Obi-wan to be able to manipulate people and events to push Anakin’s into going back to light, he would first have to understand why Anakin fell in the first place. And if there’s one thing Episode III makes painfully obvious is that Obi-wan was nowhere near Coruscant when Anakin made his fatal decision, nor was he aware of the circumstances that led him to it. Everyone who knew what truly went down were either dead or his new worst enemies.

With that in mind, let’s take a look at Obi-wan’s (alleged) ‘master plan’:

In Episode IV, we have Obi-wan openly lying to Luke about where he came from and dueling Vader (literary to the death). Not exactly the actions of a man who wants the son to save the father’s life.

In Episode V Obi-wan tells Luke not even Yoda had the power or skill required to see into the future of Han and Leia. Considering they were captured by one of the most even being in the galaxy, it wouldn’t be that hard to guess their future did not look pretty.

Luke: But, Han and Leia will die if I don't. Obi-Wan: You don't know that. Even Yoda cannot see their fate.

The idea here is tied to an important concept in SW: free will. The characters are fundamentally free to make their own choices. Anakin, despite being manipulated by Palpatine, ultimately made his own bed. This is true to all of them. Palpatine’s ‘master plan’ wasn’t about controlling people into doing what he wanted, it was using their own nature against them. He nudged them into the making poor decisions, he never stripped them of their agency.

Obi-Wan: It is you and your abilities the Emperor wants. That is why your friends are made to suffer. Luke: That's why I have to go. Obi-Wan: Luke. I don't want to lose you to the Emperor, the way I lost Vader. Luke: You won't. Yoda: Stopped, they must be. On this, all depends. Only a fully trained Jedi Knight, with the Force as his ally, will conquer Vader and his Emperor. If you end your training now, if you choose the quick and easy path as Vader did, you will become an agent of evil. Obi-Wan: Patience. [...] Obi-Wan: If you choose to face Vader, you will do it alone. I cannot interfere.

Unless you see Obi-wan as a manipulative, cruel person who wants an untrained Luke to face two of the most powerful beings in the galaxy alone for his own personal, secret plan, I’d say the movie is pretty clear in showing us that neither Yoda nor Obi-wan want Luke to face Vader at that point. If the plan was to get Luke to going, wouldn’t have been easier to just let him go instead of creating an huge argument about it? Hell, they are willing throw Han and Leia under the bus to keep Luke from leaving. If that wasn’t shady enough now we are supposed to believe that was part of an even worst scheme involving pretty much everyone?

Yoda: Told you I did. Reckless, is he. Now... matters are worse. Obi-Wan: That boy is our last hope. Yoda: No. There is another.

Yeah, it doesn’t sound like using Luke to redeem Vader was their ultimate goal here.

There are some pretty big holes in that theory in terms of character development and narrative structure. I know everyone loves the idea of Vader and Obi-wan having some badass duel in ANH but the truth is Vader had spent the last 20 years training and killing pretty much all kinds of enemies imagine while Obi-wan mediated on Tatooine as grew shockingly old for his age.

As proven on Mustafar, raw power only takes you so far. Anakin has always been much, much more powerful than Obi-wan but in the end Obi-wan won because of skill, training and discipline. Unfortunately, for Obi-wan, he didn’t get much training in his isolation. He couldn’t have because he was in hiding! If that wasn’t enough, the EU confirms that Obi-wan sacrificed himself to allow Luke to scape. There was no secret plan.

Obi-Wan risked a glance through the hangar’s open doorway and saw four stormtroopers guarding the Falcon. He also sensed that Luke was nearby. Hoping to cause a distraction that would allow Luke to board the Falcon, he attacked Vader more vigorously. The noise of clashing lightsabers echoed into the hangar, attracting the stormtroopers’ attention. With his peripheral vision, Obi-Wan saw the stormtroopers leave their stations beside the Falcon and run toward him and Vader. He continued his attack on Vader, and several exchanges later, he sensed Luke’s movement and knew his plan had worked. He risked another glance into the hangar to see several figures racing for the Falcon’s landing ramp: the droids, Chewbacca, Han Solo, Luke, and — Leia! Obi-Wan hadn’t known that Princess Leia was on the battle station, but he recognized the girl in the white dress from the hologram that R2-D2 had displayed. Obi-Wan did not believe in luck or coincidences, and seeing Luke unwittingly reunited with his twin sister, he knew that it was not a tractor beam that had brought him to the battle station, but the will of the Force. His fleeting glance also registered that Luke had paused behind his friends. Luke stood a short distance from the landing ramp and was staring straight at him, gaping. Obi-Wan realized there was only one way Luke, Leia, and the others would escape the battle station alive. He smiled as he looked away from Luke, then closed his eyes and raised his lightsaber up before him. Darth Vader did not hesitate to strike. [Ryder Windham. The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Imo, this theory ruins the character of Obi-wan by making him pretty much omniscient and way more powerful and manipulative than he was in canon. Obi-wan wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t palpatine level of manipulative either. He had no ‘grand plan’ beyond using Luke to kill vader and save the galaxy in a desperate attempt to save the galaxy.

On top of that, let’s remember that Obi-wan had no hope left for Anakin. He did not believe Anakin could be redeemed after Mustafar. If you do not believe md, believe George Lucas.

After the first complete take, Lucas and McGregor discuss when he should say each line: “As you watch Anakin slide down, how about if you take one step forward,” Lucas Suggests. “For a moment, you think about it. Your first impulse is to save him – but then you realize you can’t”. As the takes multiply and the actors find their rhythm and emotions, the scene becomes more and more powerful. Christensen yells “I hate you!”. McGregor says, “I love you. But I will not help you”. Lucas explains that what Obi-wan’s really saying to Anakin is: “Your were our only hope and you blew it. Now we don’t have any hope”. Take. After Anakin implores Obi-wan to save him, George asks Ewan to say “I will not…” softer, almost to himself. Take. “After he burst into flames,” Lucas directs, “it’s as if you’re talking to a dead person. To a piece of toast”. He suggests, to drive home this point, that McGregor change the words in the script to the past tense, “I loved you.” The actor acquiesces, but points out that his subsequent line would have to change to “But I could not help you.” Lucas agrees, and Tenggren alters the script accordingly.[ The Making of ROTS]

Another thing that George is very clear about is that Luke is the one who redeems Anakin.

It really has to do with learning. Children teach you compassion. They teach you to love unconditionally. Anakin can’t be redeemed for all the pain and suffering he’s caused. He doesn’t right the wrongs, but he stops the horror. The end of the saga is simply Anakin saying, I care about this person [Luke], regardless of what it means to me. I will throw away everything that I have, everything that I’ve grown to love - primarily the Emperor - and throw away my life, to save this person. And I’m doing it because he has faith in me; he loves me despite all the horrible things I’ve done. I broke his mother’s heart, but he still cares about me, and I can’t let that die. Anakin is very different in the end. The thing of it is: the prophecy was right. Anakin was the chosen one, and he does bring balance to the Force. He takes the ounce of good still left in him and destroys the Emperor out of compassion for his son. [ GEORGE LUCAS - THE MAKING OF REVENGE OF THE SITH; PAGE 221.]

This brings us back about what I said earlier about narrative structure. This is Luke’s story. Obi-wan is the mentor, that’s it. It’s Luke’s actions, Luke’s choices. To suddenly reveal that everything happened was the result of Obi-wan’s plan would be narrative equivalent of a slap in the face. We watched Luke’s hero journey only to find out his journey was a lie and his choices weren’t really his own. How disappointing!

Not only that but redemption comes from within. Even if Obi-wan had planned for everything, Anakin would need to WANT to change. and knowing it was Luke’s selfless actions that drove Anakin into killing Palpatine, suddenly finding out an ulterior motive behind Luke’s actions (beyond the character’s own goodness) would diminish the weight of Anakin own choices.

But, again, Obi-wan couldn’t have planned for Anakin to return to the light because he didn’t even believe one could be redeemed after such evils.

Obi-Wan’s spirit was invisible but present when Luke arrived in the Endor system, where the Empire had constructed a new Death Star battle station. When Luke surrendered to Darth Vader on the Endor forest moon, he listened as Luke maintained his belief that a remnant of Anakin Skywalker remained within Vader and had not been entirely consumed by evil. Luke urged his father to let go of his hate. Vader said, “It is too late for me, son.” Then he signaled to two stormtroopers to escort Luke to a waiting shuttle that would carry them to the Death Star. As the stormtroopers moved up behind Luke, Vader added, “The Emperor will show you the true nature of the Force. He is your Master now.” Luke stared at Vader for a moment before he said, “Then my father is truly dead.” Obi-Wan’s spirit wished he had convinced Luke of this fact earlier. [Ryder Windham. The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Even as they fought, Obi-wan didn’t believe Luke could save Anakin. It was only after witnessing Palpatine’s demise he started to realize what it meant.

Obi-Wan knew that Vader would never help, and he felt almost overwhelmed by a sense of dread. Luke would soon be dead, and Vader would remain the Emperor’s puppet. In fact, Obi-Wan was so convinced of Vader’s nature that he was stunned by what happened next. Vader grabbed the Emperor and lifted him off his feet. [Ryder Windham. The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Had Obi-Wan’s spirit not witnessed Vader’s action, he never would have believed it. Vader, the same monster that Obi-Wan had left to die on Mustafar, had sacrificed himself to save his son. And suddenly Obi-Wan realized where he had failed. For unlike Luke, Obi-Wan had not only believed that Anakin was completely consumed by the dark side, but had actually refused to believe that any goodness could have remained within Vader. [Ryder Windham. The Life and Legend of Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Btw, in ROTJ, Obi-wan doesn’t try to talk Luke out of killing Vader. In fact, the oppositve of that happens:

Luke Skywalker: There is still good in him. Obi-Wan: He's more machine now than man. Twisted and evil. Luke Skywalker: I can't do it, Ben. Obi-Wan: You cannot escape your destiny. You must face Darth Vader again. Luke Skywalker: I can't kill my own father. Obi-Wan: Then the Emperor has already won. You were our only hope.

Star Wars, at its core, has a very simple message about love and the power it has over people. in the end, the good guys won because they were good, not because they were being guided there by some powerful guy. In the end, it was love that won the war and saved the day. Everyone’s love. Luke’s love for Anakin, Anakin’s love for Luke, Han’s love for Leia, etc. Selfless love makes better people and good people do good things. It’s not about manipulating actions, people or even knowing everything. In fact, I’d say it’s the appositive.

Luke didn’t know he could save Vader, but he tried anyway and that’s what makes him a hero. It’s the not knowing but having faith in someone out of love, faith they can be better than they are. That’s what saves the world. It’s not knowing everything and still acting out love and compassion.

Anyway, I honestly don’t know where this idea of Obi-wan knowing Anakin’s future and planning for it came from. But I do know it’s not supported by the movies, the EU or George himself.

#ask #englishlady #what if #obi wan kenobi #sw meta #meta: fandom #txt #meta: anakin #meta: obi wan

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guylty · 4 years ago

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Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else’s holiday pictures – no offense taken, I totally understand! – please just scroll down to where you see the header for the round-up. All your tumblr Armitage needs will be satisfied down there 😉.

Tbh, it was lovely to leave the confines of my home town and finally venture out a little bit farther afield. In fact, it only occurred to me as we were on the road, that I hadn’t left Dublin at all since mid-January 😱. Ireland is not really that big – it reaches about 500 km (300m) from top to bottom – but the terrain here is characterised by rocks and hills, which makes for small, windy roads, especially as the infrastructure does not need to be as car-friendly as in other, more populated countries in the world. So don’t be surprised if you see the estimated travel time in the map below.

Yes, it takes more than 4 hours to travel 287km (178m) in Ireland. 😁 If you look really closely at the map you will actually notice a black jagged line running through the land. That is the border between the Republic of Ireland and Northern Ireland, which is part of the United Kingdom. Our route this time took us the Northern Irish way, crossing into NI near Belturbet and then exiting again via Pettigo. The border is still “green”, i.e. there is no visible sign that you have actually moved from one jurisdiction to another. (I can usually only tell by the difference in road surface 😂 and the fact that the speed signs are suddenly in miles/h and not in kilometer/h any more. It’ll be interesting to see the Brexit regulation work out the issue of the United Kingdom’s *only* land border while keeping both EU customs rules as well as inner-Irish peace…) This is the shortest way of getting up from Dublin in the centre of the East coast, into the Northwestern corner of Ireland, which is part of the Republic and called County Donegal.

Our journey took us even longer than the estimated 4 hours, but then we also had to switch drivers in order to relieve my mother-in-law (77) and take a lunch break. We eventually arrived in Dunfanaghy in the late afternoon where my father-in-law had specifically booked rooms with a view in the plush Arnold’s Hotel. At first I was a bit taken aback at the layer of dust in our otherwise lovely room but then I realised that it meant the room had not been used in months and we were the first occupants since reopening the day prior, i.e. no lingering viruses there… From our luxurious king-size bed we had views out to the beach. (Click all images to enlarge!)

View from the bed

Village idyll

Busy despite the Covid crisis

Dunfanaghy beach at low tide

I have to say I was a bit skeptical as regards the attitude of the holiday makers towards keeping safe from the virus, though. Dunfanaghy was packed to the gills with tourists, particularly from Northern Ireland. (The weekend actually coincided with the traditional, Protestant celebrations of the Battle of the Boyne on the 12th of July every year. This is a significant date in NI, marking the victory of Protestant king William III over Catholic king James II, celebrated with drums, huge bonfires and marches by the Orange Order. It continues to be a controversial tradition within NI, with (some) Catholics offended by the celebration of this victory, while (some) Protestants insist on their right to express their traditions.) As part of the UK, NI has had a different approach to the Covid crisis than the Republic, and tbh I was not really that impressed with the general lack of social distancing displayed last week. (It goes without saying that it was *not only* NI people who were far too close for my comfort; there obviously were also plenty of Irish holiday makers there, too.) Within the hotel, there were hand-sanitisers at all exits and corridors, so it was easy to keep hands clean. In the restaurant, the staff wore PPE masks and the guests were seated well apart as fewer tables than normal were set up. So I felt relatively safe in there. But I hardly saw any face masks worn in the village, people were congregating in big groups outside pubs and shops, and it felt as if there were no covid restrictions at all. All that made me very angry. On our walks, particularly in the very busy Glenveagh National Park, people would not keep distance even though the paths were more than 2 meters wide, and on the parking lot, cars parked directly side-by-side. But then again, at least we were outside, and Glenveagh is an absolutely stunning place.

Glenveagh

Glenveagh Castle

In the kitchen garden of Glenveagh

Bag End?

Entrance to the kitchen garden

Wild life very close by

I have been to Glenveagh a good few times before. It’s a stunning valley with a 19th century hunting lodge castle at the centre. There is a formal garden through which you enter the castle grounds, but what I had not see until now was the amazing kitchen garden. The little gardener’s cottage under the large tree somehow reminded me of Bag End.

The best thing, of course, is the beaches and dunes and the mighty North Atlantic.

Tramore Strand

Horn Head

View of Tramore from the dunes

Horn Head from Dunfanaghy

I was thinking of Squirrel/Radagast who had commented about wild flowers before I left for the North, and I took a good few photos of flowers.

Native Irish orchid

Calla lily – associated with the Irish struggle for freedom

The weather was – Irish. We had two days that were predominantly dry, with only a little bit of drizzle here and there. Only on our last day the weather really turned against us, which was annoying as we had planned to go walking with my in-laws a bit. But well, a bit of wet doesn’t deter my hardy in-laws. There is no bad weather – only inappropriate clothing. So we trudged off on a two-hour walk in the Ards Forest. I think I was the only who got drenched to the skin. Yep, even after 20 years I still haven’t learnt… or bought the right equipment.

Typical family picnic. In the rain. Sharing 1 bottle of Guinness, 2 apples and 2 sandwiches. No lie.

However, we did also get a bit of sunset in, and so the trip’s best memory is this – a sundowner from Horn Head with the ragged shape of Tory Island in the background.

So, that was my summer holiday 2020. Four nights away with family. It was actually really lovely, especially as my f-i-l is now getting really old. This may have been his last trip up to Donegal. It was lovely to spend time with him and my m-i-l who are still very active and who are interesting to chat to. I was especially delighted that Little Miss Guylty came along, too – not just for myself but also for the grandparents for whom her presence is particularly special. And I had four nights of sound sleep that really recharged my batteries. So much so that I can now jump energetically into this week’s tumblr round-up:

Badtennantwolf has put together a set of icons. I am including the set here for the first four pictures of RA at SDCC in 2015 as we recently had a chat about that occasion (and the famous dragon beanie throw) elsewhere

Richardarmitagefanpage reminds us of a Hobbit Extended Editions rewatch organised by One Ring Net for 21 July

Some dramatic Guy of Gisborne gifs, season 3, by riepu10

LOL. Including this mainly for the spot-on caption by thewarriorandtheking

*sniggers* Mezzmerizedbyrichard has come to the aid of many hot and bothered Mr Thornton admirers…

I have always been somewhat intrigued by that pock mark on Richard’s arm. Maybe he had it removed or something, because I also remember pictures from around the same time where he sported a blue plaster on his bicep. Picture posted by hobbitoferebor

Goodness me. 13 years ago. Yes, he looks a good bit younger. And full-on Gisborne-sideburns. Gifs by riepu10

Eyelash porn courtesy by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Ignore the wig and enjoy the nose! Richard as Claude Monet, giffed by mezzmerizedbyrichard

Lehnsharks’ Thorin drawings

BTS footage of Richard as Thorin was few and far between, so here are a few precious scenes, giffed by riepu10

Daniel Miller/Trevor Price looking ominous… Gifs by riepu10

One of nfcomics’ What A Guy Wants… interesting metaphor…

There we go. Sorry for the whole long holiday crap. I can faithfully promise that that is it for this year *sardonic laugh*.

However, before I go and more importantly, just a quick reminder:

It’ll be August soon and that means… RA birthday auction time!!! Donations of items have been coming in and it is high time for me to start organising and promoting, soon. Watch this space for more info!

Have a lovely weekend,

Sonja ❤️

2020 Armitage Weekly Round-up #28 Hello hello hello! A week has passed and I am back from my mini break. I am going to indulge in a little travel report here, so those of you who have no interest in sitting through someone else's holiday pictures - no offense taken, I totally understand!

#Daniel Miller #Guy of Gisborne #John Thornton #Richard Armitage #Thorin Oakenshield #Weekly tumblr Round-up

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fortheheavenssake · 5 years ago

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💜💜 PG MM Anon(II) 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 5

26. May 24

MM ANON …… Cummings going?………Lottie nottie going ……… Harry’s 💡idea……… “give birth? Incapable!! ……… “during yachting “………… “ I’ve seen the evidence “ ………… “ she lied to TBRF” ……… MOS knows!! …… 🎼we’re all going on a summer 🎼………… to pray or not pray………… “ Pleeeeez gan gan!! “……… “ one day you shall sweet girl” ……… “ next year , if things are admissible “ ……… “ he’s a tad grumpy ma’am”……… “ ignore him Sydney”

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 24/2020

RIDDLE #27

Cummings going?………

IF YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN THE FILM BREXIT WITH BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH, YOU MUST! IT TELLS THE STORY OF HOW DOMINIC CUMMINGS SINGLE HANDEDLY BUILT A TEAM TO BRING ABOUT THE LEAVE VOTE, BREXIT, BRITAIN EXITING FROM THE EU. ITS FAST PACED AND UNBELIEVABLE. ANYHOW DOM IS IN A WORLD OF HURT NOW. MANY REMAINER MP’S AND CIVIL SERVANTS DESPISE HIM, AND THE PAPER SAYS THEY ARE USING DARK MACHINATIONS TO GET HIM OUSTED FROM HIS POSITION IN THE CURRENT GOVERNMENT. HE IS IN A NON ELECTED POSITION AS THE PM’S MOST SENIOR ADVISOR. THE ISSUE IS, HIM BREAKING LOCKDOWN ESPECIALLY WHILST BOTH HE AND HIS WIFE HAD THE VIRUS. THEY DROVE THE 263 OR SO MILES TO HIS FAMILIES HUGE ESTATE AND STAYED THERE DESPITE THE MEDIA NOT BEING TOLD OF THE TRIP WHEN BEING TOLD HE WAS ISOLATED WITH THE VIRUS. THE PM BACKED HIM. HOWEVER THE DURHAM POLICE CAUTIONED HIM OR TICKED HIM. AS THE PAPER SAID. SO THERE IS A RAMPAGE NOW TO OUST HIM. WITH PM BOJO, I THINK SHOULD TAKE MORE TIME OFF TO RECOVER, NOW HIS MOST SENIOR AIDE ON THE CHOPPING BLOCK THESE ARE SERIOUS DAYS.

Lottie nottie going ………

THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE DECIDED THAT CHARLOTTE WILL NOT RETURN TO SCHOOL JUNE 1ST. THEY WANT HER AND GEORGE TO BE TOGETHER DURING LOCKDOWN AND RETURN TO SCHOOL AT THE SAME TIME. I THINK THAT IS VERY WISE, ESPECIALLY WITH JUNE BEING THE LAST FEW WEEKS OF SCHOOL. AND YES THEY ASKED AND WANTED MY OPINION 😄🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

Harry’s 💡 idea……… “

MADAMS PR HAS SHIFTED ALL!!!!! THE BLAME ONTO HARRY. IT WAS TOTALLY HIS IDEA TO ABANDON EVERYTHING HE HAS EVER HELD DEAR, THOSE HE LOVES, HIS HOME ETC FOR AN OLD SEAHAG YACHTING …ETC YOU GET MY MEANING. THIS IS SOOO DISGUSTING AND SHE KNOWS SHE IS NEAR THE END. OH YES, PR GOES ON, SHE ASKED HIM REPEATEDLY ARE YOU SURE??? IS HE KIND? ARE YOU OK? THIS PR GAME HAS REALLY OPENED MY EARS AND EYES.

“give birth? Incapable!! ……… “during yachting “………… “ I’ve seen the evidence “ ………… “ she lied to TBRF” ……… MOS knows!! ……

SO FOR WHATEVER REASON, PROOF NOW MADAM IS NOT CAPABLE OF GIVING BIRTH. SOMETIMES FOR WOMEN IT IS JUST HOW THEIR BODY IS, ECTOPIC PREGNANCIES, PCOS, COMPLICATIONS FROM A TEEN PREGNANCY, OR NUMEROUS ABORTIONS. WHO KNOWS WHAT APPLIES HERE.

DID ONE GET PREGNANT DURING YACHTING AND ABORT? I AM SURE THAT HAS HAPPENED TO MANY A YACHT GIRL BECAUSE IT HAPPENS TO MANY REGULAR WOMEN WHO HAVE NOWHERE NEAR THE PARTNERS OF A YACHTER. I AM NOT TRYING TO OFFEND, I FIND THIS DISTASTEFUL, BUT THIS IS WHAT WE ARE DEALING WITH HERE.

SO THERE IS EVIDENCE OF INFERTILITY NOW. YESTERDAY THE RIDDLE WAS THERE THIS IS MORE “EVIDENCES (PLURAL) OF PAST YACHTING”. MAYBE NOT ALWAYS INFERTILE BUT NOW FOR CERTAIN. THE MOS KNOWS. THIS LAWSUIT WILL BE THE UNDOING. STUPIDEST DECISION YET TO FILE THAT LAWSUIT SO ARROGANTLY.

AND THERE WE HAVE IT, LYING ,TREASON, COERCION, WHAT A GREAT ENTERTAINING STORY THIS IS EH KIDS? 😉 WHAT FILTH AND SLIME. HITS ME AGAIN AS I AM PROOFREADING HOW VILE THIS INDIVIDUAL IS, ALLEGEDLY.

🎼we’re all going on a summer 🎼…………

YEP NEXT WEEKEND MORE RESTRICTIONS LIFTED. BY SUMMER VACATION SHALL HAPPEN. INTERESTING IN THE DM, THE ORIGINAL METRICS OF THE VIRUS SPREAD HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY CONTRADICTED BY NUMEROUS STUDIES AND THAT THE DECISIONS THE GOVERNMENT MADE WERE BASED ON FLAWED DATA USING VERY FLAWED CODING. INQUIRY BECKONS AS MORE SCIENTISTS COME OUT AGREEING WITH THIS.

to pray or not pray…………

LIKE TO BE OR NOT TO BE, FROM THE BARD’S HAMLET. I SAY ALWAYS PRAY ALWAYS!! BUT WHAT IS THE MEANING HERE? HOPEFULLY HOUSES OF WORSHIP CAN REOPEN SOONER THAN EXPECTED IN THE U.K. I KNOW HMTQ IS GREATLY MISSING ATTENDING HER SUNDAY CHURCH SERVICES

“ Pleeeeez gan gan!! “……… “ one day you shall sweet girl” ……… “ next year , if things are admissible “ ……… “ he’s a tad grumpy ma’am”……… “ ignore him Sydney”

THE FAMILY TIME. CHARLOTTE IS PLEADING FOR SOMETHING, HMTQ ASSURES HER, ONE DAY WILL COME. I WONDER IF IT RIDING THE GREAT BIG HORSES AT WINDSOR CASTLE. WE KNOW HOW MUCH THE PONY WAS WANTED AND HOW THAT WENT FROM PAST RIDDLES. OR SIMPLY A VISIT FOR HUGS, WE ARE ALL WAITING FIR THAT DAY.

HMTQ SPEAKING WITH LG, NEXT YEAR FOR A TRIAL, IF THE EVIDENCE IS ADMISSIBLE. AFTER ALL THIS TIME AND SO MUCH SEEN BY THE PUBLIC THERE HAD BETTER BE ADMISSIBLE EVIDENCE.

HIMSELF IS NOT HAPPY, TIRED OF LOCK DOWN AND THIS NEWS OF EVIDENCE IS NOT HELPING. HMTQ ASSURES SYDNEY, EVER FAITHFUL SYDNEY, TO JUST IGNORE HIM AND CARRY ON.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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27. May 25

MM ANON …… Charlottes WWWeb……… Rules, What Rules. ……… in flight,flight. ………… Tinsel down……… hugs not bugs ………… non essential retailers open ………… no pubs, sport , cinemas, theatres, …………… Cummings,a shaggy dog story. ……… a very angry electorate ………… “ I want to go school gan gan”………“let’s see your dancing “………”no, school gan gan!!……… “ Oooooo, whats mummy doing “ ………… “ Sydney, refreshments ‘please.

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💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 25/2020 SEVEN MONTHS UNTIL CHRISTMAS 🎄

RIDDLE #28

Charlottes WWWeb………

E.B. WHITE WROTE THIS CLASSIC. I REMEMBER READING THIS IN SCHOOL, ITS A MARVELLOUS STORY ABOUT “SOME PIG” AND A SPIDER CALLED CHARLOTTE. OH IT IS CHARMING. HERE WE HAVE WWW, AS IN ONLINE WEBSITE. CHARLOTTE IS VERY LIKELY DOING SCHOOLWORK ONLINE AS ARE MILLIONS OF STUDENTS AROUND THE GLOBE. BUT I REALLY WOULD LOVE THE THOUGHT OF PERHAPS HER TEACHER IS READING THIS BOOK TO THE STUDENTS VIA ZOOM OR SOME OTHER ONLINE PLATFORM.

Rules, What Rules. ………

HUGE MAJOR PRESS CONFERENCE TODAY,I WATCHED THE ENTIRE THING. MP’S AND CITIZENS ARE CALLING FOR DOM CUMMINGS HEAD, NOT LITERALLY OF COURSE, FOR WHAT ARE NOW FOUR FLAGRANT VIOLATIONS OF THE LOCKDOWN RULES. HE HAD THE PRESS CONFERENCE IN THE GARDENS OF DOWNING, TABLE SET UP, MICROPHONE SET UP, LOVELY JUG OF WATER ON HIS TABLE, NO STANDING FOR DOM, HE HAD A COMFY CHAIR. IT WAS WILD. I THOUGHT IT WAS TO SET A SERENE SCENE. I THINK THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN HIS HOPE, AS HE PROCEEDED TO READ HIS NARRATIVE AND EXPLANATION OF EVENTS . THE REPORTERS WERE HAVING NONE OF IT AND WENT FOR THE JUGULAR, IN A BRITISH MANNER OF COURSE. NO APOLOGY, NO RESIGNATION, FROM DOM, JUST A RIGHTEOUS EXPLANATION WITH HIS BELIEF NO WRONGS WERE COMMITTED. THE PUBLIC ARE FURIOUS. DO AS I SAY, NOT AS I DO. DIFFERENT RULES FOR DIFFERENT PEOPLE. KIDS WE ALL KNOW THE GAME, THAT IS HOW THE WORLD IS. PM BOJO IS STILL NOT FULLY RECOVERED BUT APPEARS TO BE STANDING BY DOM. THIS IS REALLY UGLY KIDS AND IT IS ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE. THE HUGE FEAR IS THE PUBLIC WILL CEASE ABIDING BY ANY COVID-19 MEASURES WITH THE WEATHER WARMING UP AND SUCH FLAGRANT DISREGARD FOR THE RULES HE HELPED CRAFT. NONE OF THIS IS MY OPINION I AM SUMMARIZING THE PRESSER.

in flight,flight. …………

TODAY THERE IS SPECULATION THAT THE PLANE CRASH IN KARACHI A FEW DAYS AGO THE LANDING WHEELS WERE NOT DEPLOYED. WHETHER THIS WAS A PILOT ERROR OR MECHANICAL ERROR HAS YET TO BE DETERMINED. ONE ARTICLE I READ, WAS ENTITLED PILOT FORGETS TO DEPLOY LANDING GEAR. SIMPLY HORRIFIC CRASH AMAZINGLY I THINK TWO SURVIVED. THEY WERE IN FLIGHT AS THEY LANDED, HORRIFIC.

Tinsel down………

WELL, WELL, WELL, PR TODAY SAYING THE SUSSEXES ARE MOVING TO NYC TO GET AWAY FROM REPORTERS🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂😂. PINNOCHIOS NOSE WOULD HAVE BROKEN OFF LONG AGO. REALLY RACHEL, ANY IDEA HOW THE WORLD IS LAUGHING AT YOU?🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣

hugs not bugs …………

WE ARE ALL BEYOND NEED OF HUGS, HUG DEPRIVED. THOSE OF YOU WITH THOSE YOU LOVE, THAT ARE TOGETHER IN LOCKDOWN, BE GLAD OF THAT. IT KILLS ME NO HUGS FOR MONTHS I AM SO HUG DEPRIVED. I WONDER IF THE PUBLIC IN THE U.K. AND ELSEWHERE WILL DISREGARD PHYSICAL DISTANCING, ESPECIALLY AS THINGS ARE LOOSENING UP, AND THE WEATHER IS GORGEOUS. I TELL YOU, MY BEST FRIEND POPPED BY AS A SURPRISE TODAY, AND IT WAS ABSOLUTELY TORTURE NOT TO HUG HELLO AND GOODBYE. ONE STUDY, I THINK IT WAS THE ONE FROM OXFORD SAID THE VIRUS WILL BE GONE BY SEPTEMBER. BUT THE , I FORGET THE TITLE BUT THE SCIENTIST FROM THE LAB IN WUHAN SAID THERE ARE THREE SIMILAR STRAINS THERE IN THE LAB BUT ONLY MATCHED 78% TO COVID-19. IS ANYONE ELSE COMPLETELY TIRED OF THIS ALREADY? I HAVE MY GOOD DAYS AND BAD DAYS BUT IT IS SHOCKING HOW EASILY WE COMPLY AND HAVE LIBERTIES JUST REMOVED. NOW I SEE DM HEADLINE SAYING ALL SHOPS TO OPEN JUNE 15/2020. I HOPE SOON WE CAN JUST RESTART THE ECONOMY AND DEAL WITH THE ILLNESS SIMULTANEOUSLY.

non essential retailers open ………… no pubs, sport , cinemas, theatres, ……………

THE OXYMORON OF COVID RULES, YOU CAN BUY BOOZE BUT NOT SEE A DENTIST EVEN IN EMERGENCY. I READ IN THE DM THE OTHER DAY A DENTIST TOLD A MUM TO USE BABYBEL CHEESE WAX AS A FIX FOR HER CHILDS FILLING THAT HAD COME OUT. FOR THE SAKE OF MENTAL HEALTH THESE OUTLETS FOR SOCIALIZATION ARE BECOMING ESSENTIAL. WILL BE INTERESTING TO SEE HOW RULES ARE FOLLOWED IN THE U.K. AFTER DOM’S PRESSER THIS AFTERNOON.

Cummings,a shaggy dog story. ……… a very angry electorate …………

OOPS THIS SHOULD GO WITH RULES , WHAT RULES, SCROLL UP. AS I SAID YESTERDAY SEE THE FILM BREXIT, YOU WILL GET A STRONG FLAVOUR OF DOMINIC CUMMINGS. AGAIN REPEATING MYSELF BUT TO THOSE WHO DO NOT KNOW HE WAS PIVOTAL IN SETTING UP THE TEAM ALONG WITH. CAMBRIDGE ANALYTICS YEP THE VERY SAME, IN THE BREXIT VOTE WITH GREAT SUCCESS. HE IS THE PM’S MOST SENIOR ADVISOR, HAS GREAT POWER AND INFLUENCE BUT IS NOT AN ELECTED PERSON. THIS HAS MANY VERY ANGRY.

“ I want to go school gan gan”………“let’s see your dancing “………”no, school gan gan!!……… “ Oooooo, whats mummy doing “ ………… “ Sydney, refreshments ‘please.

AHHHHH MY FAVOURITE, FAMILY TIME. CHARLOTTE IS BEMOANING THE FACT THAT SHE CANNOT RETURN TO SCHOOL JUNE 1ST AND TELLING HMTQ, AKA GAN GAN ,HOPING MAYBE SHE HAS SOME INFLUENCE🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE DECIDED GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE WILL REMAIN TOGETHER ON LOCKDOWN AND RETURN TO SCHOOL TOGETHER. THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE FOR A MYRIAD OF REASONS. HMTQ TRIES TO DISTRACT HER WITH ASKING TO SEE HER TIK TOK DANCE MOVES BUT OUR STRONG WILLED CHARLOTTE IS HAVING NONE OF IT, SCHOOL IS HER AGENDA!🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 ANOTHER METHOD OF DISTRACTION, ASKING WHAT CATHERINE IS UP TO. AFTER SUCCESS AND THE CALL ENDS. HMTQ SETTLES INTO THE SITTING ROOM WITH HIMSELF TO WATCH THE BBC NEWS AND ASKS SYDNEY FOR THEIR COCKTAILS AS PER USUAL, GIN AND DuBONNET FOR HER AND BODDINGTONS FOR HIMSELF. BOY THE NEWS IS GOING TO BE THUNDERBOLTS.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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28. May 26

MM ANON …… Kate re-opening high street……… “excellent, as retail ambassador “……… W&K will have the public’s ear” …………”a late family tour ma’am’……… “ that’ll put a a Kate among the pidgins” …… “ a damaging tome sir “……… “ opening book shops, how’ll that work?……… “you can’t handle books……… “ o’ Philip, a quiet night”…… “ bloody hell !! What’ no tic-toc ?……… “nanny’s organised bingo”:…… “ ahhh, ……… Sydney ‘ something strong!!

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 26/2020. RIDDLE #29

Kate re-opening high street……… “excellent, as retail ambassador “……… W&K will have the public’s ear”

IT WAS ANNOUNCED YESTERDAY THAT MANY NON-ESSENTIAL SHOPS/STORES/RETAIL BUSINESSES THE U.K. CAN REOPEN JUNE 15/2020. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8357009/Coronavirus-UK-Britains-shoppers-face-new-normal-one-way-walking-systems.html

I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE EXCITEMENT WITH SOME HESITATION AND THE QUEUES WILL BE KILOMETRES LONG.😮😮😮😮😮😬😬😁😁😁. PEOPLE ARE CLIMBING THE WALLS ALREADY,NOT LITERALLY, BUT GOING STIR CRAZY. AND WANT SOME NORMALCY BACK IN THEIR LIVES.

AMONGST OFFICIALS, BOTH POLITICAL , MEDICAL AND SCIENTIFIC, THERE ARE CONCERNS ABOUT TOO MUCH TOO SOON OR TOO MUCH WAS DENIED AND THE CRUSHED ECONOMY. WITH DOMINIC CUMMINGS BEHAVIOUR, THE CONCERN IS THAT PEOPLE WILL JUST NO LONGER COOPERATE LIKE SHEEP,AS SOME CALL US. THIS IS VERY CONCERNING. SO I HAVE NOT READ THIS OR HEARD THIS BUT HAVING CATHERINE START A CONVERSATION, IF YOU LIKE, WITH THE PUBLIC, REMINDING OF THE PRECAUTIONS STILL NEEDED IE PHYSICAL DISTANCING, STAY HOME IF UNWELL ETC YOU KIDS KNOW ALL THIS AND ARE WELL AWARE SO I DO NOT HAVE TO BEAT A DEAD HORSE HERE.

HAVING THE CAMBRIDGES ACT AS A BRIDGE OR AMBASSADORS, HAVING THEM SET THE TONE OF THE RETURNING PROCESS AND STILL BE CAUTIOUS WILL BE VERY EFFECTIVE. AS MM ANON SAYS, THEY ARE VERY MUCH AWARE IF THE PULSE OF THE POPULATION AND ARE THROUGH THE ROOF POPULAR.

…………”a late family tour ma’am’……… “ that’ll put a a Kate among the pidgins”

THIS IS AGAIN THE REFERRAL TO THE CAMBRIDGE FAMILY VISITING AMERICA FOR A TOUR ONCE IT CAN BE SAFELY SCHEDULED. MM ANON MENTIONED THIS A FEW DAYS AGO. A CAT AMONG THE PIDGINS🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. MADAM , WHO IS STILL SCREECHING LIKE A SEAHAG OVER CATHERINE’S GORGEOUS TATLER MAGAZINE COVER, WILL SELF IMPLODE WITH THE POSITIVE MEDIA THAT WILL RESULT,ESPECIALLY WITH THE CHILDREN ALONG.🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯😱😱😱😱😱😭😭😭🥺🥺😩😩ALL APPROXIMATIONS OF HER FACIAL EXPRESSIONS, NEED SOME GREEN IN THERE AS WELL.

PUTTING THAT ASIDE, HOW AMAZING WOULD THIS TOUR BE VISITING AMERICA. PRESIDENT TRUMP WILL LITERALLY ROLL OUT A RED CARPET WELCOME AND I AM CERTAIN A HUGE WHITE HOUSE BANQUET. OH I CAN HARDLY WAIT TO SEE THE PHOTOS OF EVERYTHING.

…… “ a damaging tome sir “……… “ opening book shops, how’ll that work?……… “you can’t handle books………

TOME IS A BIG HEAVY BOOK. WE HAVE TWO TO BE RELEASED SHORTLY. LADY COLIN CAMPBELL’S:MEGHAN AND HARRY, THE REAL STORY. THE SECOND “BOOK” , AND ONE USES THE WORD BOOK IN THE LOOSEST TERM, IT WILL HAVE A COVER, A BACK, AND PAGES IN BETWEEN BY SCOOBY DOO AND DURAND. THIS ENTIRE THINGY, REFUSE TO CALL IT A BOOK AGAIN, WILL BE PR LIES, FRONT TO BACK. I HAVE NO DOUBT IT WILL BE PURE FILTH. THE OTHER ONE I THINK MIGHT BE SOMEWHAT EXPLOSIVE BUT WILL STOP SHORT OF ANYTHING THE BRF OR NATIONAL/INTERNATIONAL SECURITY RELATED.

OPENING BOOK SHOPS IS REFERRING TO UNLOCKINGDOWN OF BOOK SHOPS AND PEOPLE BUYING THE BOOK IN SHOPS VERSUS ONLINE BECAUSE THEY WANT TO SHOP IN A REAL STORE, GETTING OUT OF THE HOUSE. DISCUSSING HERE WITH LG, IN ANTICIPATION IF HIGH DEMAND FOR THE BOOK, BY LADY CAMPBELL, AND SUGARS FOR THE OTHER THINGY. CONCERNS HOW IT WILL WORK TO MANAGE EXPECTED QUEUES AND PHYSICAL DISTANCING.

THE PHRASE YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE BOOKS IS A REFERENCE TO JACK NICHOLSON IN MILITARY COURT TESTFYING IN THE FILM,A FEW GOOD MEN. THE TRUTHS THAT ATE GOING TO COME OUT ARE GOING TO BE SHOCKING AND DIFFICULT FOR THE GENERAL POPULATION WHO BELIEVE THIS IS THE ULTIMATE LOVE STORY. WE ALL HAVE KNOWN FROM THE START BUT MOST DO NOT. AS LONDON SCOOP SAID UP IS DOWN, DOWN IS UP. BIG EXPLOSIVE NEWS.

“ o’ Philip, a quiet night”…… “ bloody hell !! What’ no tic-toc ?……… “nanny’s organised bingo”:…… “ ahhh, ……… Sydney ‘ something strong!!

HMTQ AND HIMSELF, QUIET EVENING IN THEIR COZY SITTING ROOM. TV ON, I THINK MAYBE A FIRE AS THE EVENINGS ARE STILL CHILLY. HMTQ IS SIGHING AND LAMENTING THE QUIETNESS. HIMSELF ASKS AFTER THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN AND THEIR NIGHTLY DANCING ENTERTAINMENT VIA SOCIAL MEDIA. APPARENTLY BINGO HAS BECOME POPULAR IN THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSEHOLD AND NANNY MARIA BAROLLO HAS ORGANIZED A GAME TO KEEP THE CHILDREN OCCUPIED WITH FUN.

LAMENTATIONS,MA’AM, ARE YOU HUG DEPRIVED AS WELL, YOUR MAJESTY!? I CAN CERTAINLY RELATE TO YOU MA’AM. YES , SYDNEY, DRINKS, PUT SOME EXTRA GIN IN HMTQ DRINK THIS EVENING. OH YOUR MAJESTY, I WISH I COULD GIVE YOU A GENTLE WARM HUG AND VICEVVERSA. 🤗 🤗

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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29. May 27

MM ANON ………”I get tired of Lottie tic-toc-ing” ………… “little Louis gets tired using the trampoline “……… “ I’m off to Queens,tennis “……… back on his Ducati……… Nanny is making 🥘 paella ………… “I’ve managed to acquire that box set ma’am” …… “ Gangs of London or The Sopranos“……… both ma’am”……… “bloody epic Sydney “……… “ is that bumbling Minister still running round the palace “……… “ tell him to piss-orf”……… “ top-ups”

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 27/2020

RIDDLE#30

“I get tired of Lottie tic-toc-ing” ………… “little Louis gets tired using the trampoline “……… “ I’m off to Queens,tennis “……… back on his Ducati……… Nanny is making 🥘 paella …………

THE GOINGS ON IN THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSEHOLD TODAY. PARENTS ARE FINDING TIK TOK IS GETTING ‘OLD’ AS IN ENOUGH ALREADY😫😫😫😫🤣😂😂😂😂.

SOUNDS LIKE THEY HAVE A TRAMPOLINE BUT LOUIS IS TIRING OF IT. I WOULD LOVE PHOTOS OF THAT LITTLE CUTIE JUMPING ON IT WITH CATHERINE.

CATHERINE IS ON HER WAY TO QUEENS COURT FOR HER BI WEEKLY OR IS IT TRIWEEKLY NOW MATCH/LESSONS.SHE IS EXTREMELY GOOD AT TENNIS BUT THEN AGAIN WHAT ISN’T OUR CATHERINE EXCELLING AT??☺️☺️☺️😊😊😊

DID YOU SEE THE PHOTO TODAY OF WILLIAM ALL DRESSED IN LEATHER NEXT TO HIS BIKE, HIS DUCATI. HERE WE CALL THEM CROTCH ROCKETS. WOWZA WAS HE SEXY, YIKES☺️☺️☺️😅😅😅😅🤭🤭😍😍😍😍😍WOWZA WOWZA INDEED.

EVERYONE OCCUPIED, GOING IN A ZILLION DIRECTIONS. NANNY IS FULLY BACK OUT OF ISOLATION AFTER RETURNING FROM SPAIN IS TREATING THE FAMILY TO A CLASSIC SPANISH DISH PAELLA. 🥘 RICE, SEAFOOD, SAUSAGE…SPICES THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. YUMMY!!

ENJOY YOUR DINNER!!

“I’ve managed to acquire that box set ma’am” …… “ Gangs of London or The Sopranos“……… both ma’am”……… “bloody epic Sydney “……… “ is that bumbling Minister still running round the palace “……… “ tell him to piss-orf”……… “ top-ups”

WELL HERE WE RETURN TO WC, AKA WINDSOR CASTLE. HMTQ AND HIMSELF IN THE SITTING ROOM, WITH THEIR COCKTAILS AWAITING SYDNEY’S ARRIVAL. HE HAS MANAGED TO FIND A BOXED DVD SET THEY ARE JONESING TO BINGE WATCH. THIS IS AWESOME!! HMTQ ENQUIRES WHICH HE OBTAINED, GANGS OF LONDON OR THE SOPRANOS. HE GOT THEM BOTH, BOTH EXCELLENT OPTIONS, NOW IT IS TOUGH DECISION TIME!

HIMSELF SAYING BLOODY EPIC😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣I LOVE IT. HE IS VERY HAPPY WITH WHAT SYDNEY HAS COME UP WITH. FOR THOSE WHO KEEP ASKING WHO SYDNEY IS, HE IS ACTUALLY A REAL PERSON, SYDNEY HAS BEEN HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH’S MAN, MODERN IS VALET, FOR DECADES.

HMTQ HAS GIVEN THE PM, BORIS JOHNSON, PERMISSION TO DO HIS JOGGING AKA RUNNING THE GROUNDS OF BUCKINGHAM PALACE. ITS PRIVATE AND BEAUTIFUL. HIMSELF IS MAKING LIGHT OF IT. SAYING TO HMTQ SHE SHOULD HAVE SAID NO TO HIM. I AM CLEANING UP THE LANGUAGE🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

MORE DRINKS AND THE BINGE WATCHING COMMENCES.

AN ABSOLUTE JOY A RIDDLE LIKE THIS IS, THANK YOU MM ANON💜💜😊😊💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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30. May 29

MM ANON …… MM drone ing on…… tittle Tatler ……… lockdown tour T-shirt ………… ahhhhhhh, rate!! ……… school digital haves’ digital have nots……… rid the clap!! ………… one metre ………… “ it’s football Jim, but not as we know it “………… “To his good friends, thus wide lle ope my Armes: ……… “ look Philip,it’s Louis bouncing “ ……… “they have a new dance”……… “ return of a routine“…………” Maria and Lottie swimming “ …… “bloody hydrotherapy on Sunday “……… “ I think that’s enough Sydney “

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Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️. MAY 29/2030

RIDDLE WAS FOR MAY 28/2029

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #31

MM drone ing on……

DRONEING ON MAY MEAN MADAMS PR GOING ON AND ON AND ON, WHICH IT IS. BUT, LAST I READ ON WEDNESDAY, THERE HAD BEEN FOUR SEPARATE POLICE REPORTS MADE REGARDING DRONES FLYING OVER THE MANSION WHERE THEY ARE , AHEM AHEM , STAYING. ☺️😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣RACHEL, PINOCCHIO, RACHEL, FILING FALSE POLICE REPORTS ARE ILLEGAL. HIRING A DRONE AND HIRING A FARRY, AND HIRING A RACHEL, MAYBE NOT SO MUCH. I STILL WANT TO KNOW IF IT IS ILLEGAL TO IMPERSONATE A PRINCE NOT FOR COMEDY, BUT FOR LIES TO THE WORLD. THEY ARE NOT IN L.A. HARRY IS NOT WITH HER. THIS IS JUST MORE LIES. I TRULY WOULD BE CAUTIOUS TO ANYONE COMPLICIT IN FILING FALSE POLICE REPORTS. LG ADD THAT TO THE LIST.

tittle Tatler ………

LIES BUT DIDNT SHE LOOK GORGEOUS ON THE COVER, OUR CATHERINE. KP HAS ALMOST IMMEDIATELY RELEASED A STATEMENT SAYING THOSE WERE LIES, AS THEY SAID “A SWATHE OF INACCURACIES” AND I AM NOT REPEATING THEM. KIDS WHENEVER I TAKE INFORMATION WORD FOR WORD FROM ANOTHER SOURCE, I ALWAYS ENQUOTE AND CITE MY SOURCE, YOU ALL KNOW THAT BY NOW RIGHT? OTHERWISE IT IS PLAGIARISM, MAYBE NOT A BIG DEAL BUT ETHICALLY FOR SURE. ANYHOW SOME VERY CLEVER ANON OR WAS IT VERY CLEVER 💜💜🐼💜💜, JM, HAS A SISTER V, V USED TO WORK FOR THAT RAG MAGAZINE, AND IT IS NOT HARD TO CONNECT THOSE DOTS TO SOMEONE WHO HAS AN EVIL, VILE, JEALOUS HATRED FOR OUR CATHERINE, DISGUSTING!

lockdown tour T-shirt …………

OUR 🇨🇦. DOG,PLUTO, HAS BECOME A YOUTUBE STAR AND WORLD SENSATION LIFTING UP PEOPLE . PLUTO LIVING, IS THE YOUTUBE NAME. SHE HAS GOTTEN INTERVIEWS FROM ALL OVER THE PLACE. SHE STARTED T SHIRTS WEEKS AGO AND I THINK NOW MIGHT HAVE SOME OTHER THINGS TOO A MUG I THINK. ANYHOW , LITTLE PLUTO HAS BEEN REBLOGGED ON 💜💜🐼💜💜 BLOG TOO. VERY VERY CUTE AND DEFINITELY UPLIFTED MILLIONS. SHE HAS BEEN ON A WORLD TOUR AND CONTINUES TO BE VIRTUALLY!!!

BACK TO THE U.K. NOW, DONT TELL ME THIS IS A TSHIRT OF DOMINIC CUMMINGS FOUR BREAKS IN THE LOCKDOWN RULES, IF YOU CHOOSE TO VIEW THEM AS BREAKS. THAT IS UP TO THE BRITISH PUBLIC. I HAVE NO CLUE IF T SHIRTS WILL BE MADE IF THAT.

ahhhhhhh, rate!! ………

THE R RATE IS RELATE TO COVID AND HOW MANY CONTACTS A PERSON WHO TESTS POSITIVE HAS HAD. TRACK AND TRACE. AS THINGS UNLOCKDOW , I LOVE MY INVENTED WORDS🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂, THEY WILL BE WATCHING CLOSELY FOR INCREASES IN CASES . TEST, TRACK AND TRACE IN THE THING. PEOPLE WILL GET TATTOOS OF THAT SOME DAY.

AMERICA IS OPENING BIG TIME, THE PRESIDENT ORDERED HOUSES OF WORSHIP TO IMMEDIATELY OPEN. THE COUNTRY NEEDS MORE PRAYER HE SAID. AFRICA IS BEING BADLY INFECTED AND AFFECTED NOW. MANY OF THOSE COUNTRIES ALREADY ARE DEALING WITH HIV AIDS AND MANY OTHER THINGS, LACK OF RESOURCES ETC. OH MY 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

school digital haves’ digital have nots

THE OLD SAYING BETWEEN THE HAVES AND THE HAVE NOTS, MEANING THOSE WHO ARE WEALTHY AND THOSE WHO ARE NOT. THIS IS NOT MEANING THAT. CHARLOTTE IS NOT RETURNING TO SCHOOL JUNE 1ST AS SCHEDULED. THE CAMBRIDGES HAVE THEIR REASONS AND I HAVE MENTIONED IT IN PREVIOUS RIDDLES. SO SOME CHILDREN WILL CONTINUE THEIR SCHOOLING VIA THE INTERNET AND SOME WILL CONTINUE THEIR EDUCATION BACK IN THE CLASSROOM. IT WILL BE QUITE INTERESTING HOW MANY CHILDREN ACTUALLY SHOW UP. OUR SCHOOLS ARE ALL COMPLETELY CANCELLED UNTIL AUTUMN.

……… rid the clap!! …………

THE ORIGINAL IDEA OF CLAPPING FOR HEALTH CARE WORKERS CAME OUT IF ITALY AND SPAIN WHERE SOME SANG, MADE MUSIC, OR BANGED POTS ETC ON THEIR BALCONIES TO RECOGNIZE HEALTH CARE WORKERS. SAME HERE. EXCEPT SOME USED HOCKEY STICKS AND LEFT THEM BY THEIR FRONT DOORS AFTER. IN THE U.K. IT HAS BEEN CLAP FOR THE NHS EVERYDAY THURSDAY EVENING AT DESIGNATED TIME. I CANNOT RECALL THE NAME OF THE LADY WHO FIRST ORGANIZED IT IN THE U.K. BUT I READ, I THINK LAST WEEK, THAT SHE THOUGHT IT WAS GETTING OLD ALREADY AND TIME TO STOP.

one metre …………

THE PHYSICAL DISTANCING HAS BEEN STERNLY TWO METRES, THAT HAS BEEN THE CONSISTENT DIRECTIVE, ALONG WITH HAND WASHING, STAY HOME IF YOU ARE SICK ETC. AS THINGS ARE LOOSENED WILL THIS BE THE NEW DISTANCE? NOT SO HERE BUT PERHAPS IN THE U.K. ONCE HOCKEY RESUMES, IT WILL BE LESS THAN THAT AS THEY WILL ALL BE SAFE TO PLAY OUT OF QUARANTINE AND THEY WILL REMAIN IN QUARANTINE IN HOTELS FOR THE ENTIRE LENGTH OF THEIR TIME PLAYING UNTIL THE FINALS, IF THAT MAKES SENSE. OOOO EXCITING. STUFF!!

“ it’s football Jim, but not as we know it “…………

THIS IS NOW I BELIEVE THE 3RD POSSIBLY 4TH TIME, MM ANON HAS USED THIS STAR TREK REFERENCE AS IF ITS DR MCCOY SPEAKING TO CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK. I WILL MOVE THIS ACROSS THE OCEAN BUT IT WILL MEAN THE SAME. WE ARE GAGGING JUST GAGGING FOR OUR HOCKEY. THE FINALS WOULD NEARLY BE COMPLETED BY NOW. THERE HAVE BEEN A FLURRY OF TALKS IN THE WORKS. THEY ARE GOING TO PLAY IN TWO CITIES. THE TEAMS WILL FLY IN, THEN QUARANTINE FOR 14 DAYS. THEN THEY WILL PLAY, IN EMPTY STADIUMS BUT ZILLIONS OF US WILL WATCH IT LIVE ON TV. I AM CERTAIN THAT SOMETHING SIMILAR WILL TAKE PLACE IN THE U.K. WITH SOCCER/FOOTBALL AS IT IS CALLED THERE. SO GAME YES, STANLEY CUP YES, BUT NEVER EVER AS WE KNEW IT. I WONDER HOW AN EMPTY STADIUM WILL AFFECT THE PLAYERS. THE ORGANIST THERE TOO? MUSIC IS ESSENTIAL TO HOCKEY AS SINGING SONGS IS ESSENTIAL TO SOCCER ⚽️/FOOTBALL IN THE U.K. , EUROPE, OTHER PARTS OF THE WORLD.

“To his good friends, thus wide lle ope my Armes: ………

AGAIN WE RETURN TO THE BARD’S HAMLET. THE SCENE IS SEEKING OUT TRUE FRIENDS AND TRUE ENEMIES OR FAUX FRIENDS. MADAM IS THE QUEEN OF FAUX. ARMES CAN MEAN YOUR ARMS, OR ARMING ONESELF WITH KNOWLEDGE OR WEAPONS. RUMOURS OF SKIPPY, HARRY’S LONG TIME BEST MATE AND RUMOURED LONG TO HAVE ARRANGED THE BOOTY CALL, VISITING L.A. YEAH RIGHT. HERE WE KNOW, HARRY’S TRUE FRIENDS HAVE REMAINED SO. THE FAUX ONES WILL FALL. KNOWLEDGE IS POWER. THERE HAVE BEEN MUCH INVESTIGATION AND MANY ACCOMPLICES WILL FALL, EITHER LEGALLY OR REPUTATIONS. WE HAVE SEEN THE MARKLE EFFECT BIG TIME.

HARRY HAS BEEN SPENDING TIME WITH HIS FRIENDS BEFORE COVID. WE EVEN HEARD OF THE BIG NIGHT OUT WITH THE GUYS BEFORE THE “MOVE” TO L A. I PERSONALLY THINK THAT WAS A HAPPY ANNULMENT NIGHT OUT. TIME WILL TELL. FRIENDS , LOYAL TRUE AND TRUE HAVE REMAINED AND WILL. MADAMS FAKE FRIENDS, WE SHALL SEE THEIR OUTCOME.

“ look Philip,it’s Louis bouncing “ ……… “they have a new dance”……… “ return of a routine“…………” Maria and Lottie swimming “ …… “bloody hydrotherapy on Sunday “……… “ I think that’s enough Sydney “

MY FAVOURITE PART, FAMILY TIME. HMTQ AND PP WATCHING THE CAMBRIDGE CHILDREN ON THEIR IPAD. LOUIS IS BACK AGAIN ON THE TRAMPOLINE AFTER TIRING OF IT YESTERDAY. OF COURSE GEORGE AND CHARLOTTE ARE BOOGEYING TO A NEW DANCE SONG, SHOWING OFF BIG TIME. SOME SEMBLANCE OF A ROUTINE IS RETURNING, ESPECIALLY WHERE I LIVE, WOW!!! I SO WISH I WERE ABLE TO TAKE PART IN RETURNING TO NORMAL AND GOING OUT TOO😞😒. BUT ON WE GO, MARIA BORROLLO, THEIR SPANISH NANNY HAS TAKEN CHARLOTTE FOR A SWIM. DOES KP HAVE AN INDOOR POOL? ITS ONLY 9C HERE BRRR, TUESDAY WAS AIR CON, TODAY HEATING.

HIMSELF HAD A HIP REPLACEMENT A FEW YEARS AGO, SOUNDS LIKE HE IS STILL TAKING PHYSIOTHERAPY VIA THE HYDROBATH, ITS FUNNY, YOU STOCK YOUR HAND IN THE WATER IT FEELS ALL PRICKLY. LIKELY ALSO FOR ARTHRITIC ISSUES AT HIS AGE. HMTQ THINKS HIMSELF HAS HAD ENOUGH TO DRINK.

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31. May 30

MM ANON ……… looting/ shooting ………… “ tic-toc Nanny”………… “ ok! Charlotte, get Louis too” ……… “ George,do it properly “……… W&K , It’s a challenging schedule ma’am” …………” there having a bike day at Brands Hatch with Ducati “ ……… “ Nottingham cottage ma’am”………… “like old times ma’ am”……………” I’ll have a quiet word with Donald “………… “ not Philip, his diplomacy is wanting”………… “exiting times ma’am”……… “ one shall insist on compliance Christopher “

Thank you….Christopher…Lord Geidt….😊❤️❤️❤️

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MAY 29/2030. RIDDLE #32

looting/ shooting …………

AMERICA IS ON FIRE, QUITE LITERALLY. I WATCHED HOURS TODAY AND THIS EVENING. THERE WAS A CHAP CALLED GEORGE LLOYD WHO DIED WHILE BEING RESTRAINED BY FOUR POLICE OFFICERS IN MINNEAPOLIS.THIS INCIDENT WAS CAPTURED ON VIDEO BY VARIOUS CAMERAS.HUGE PUBLIC REACTION, FIRES AND RIOTING LAST NIGHT, IN VARIOUS AMERICAN CITIES, ESPECIALLY MINNEAPOLIS. PRESIDENT TRUMP TWEETED WHEN THE LOOTING STARTS SO DOES THE SHOOTING. APPARENTLY THAT HAS A MEANING TO SHOOT PROTESTERS AND HAS A LONG HISTORY AS A RACIST PHRASE. I HAD NEVER HEARD THAT BEFORE AND THE CHANNEL I WAS WATCHING THEY SAID THEY HAD NOT EITHER. SO TWITTER FLAGGED THIS AS HATE SPEECH. TODAY HE CLARIFIED THE TWEET BY ANOTHER TWO TWEETS, NOTHING RACIAL WAS WRITTEN JUST FACTS, YOU CAN READ THEM IF YOU LIKE. PEOPLE ARE STILL VERY ANGRY. IT IS JUST TERRIBLE, THE NATIONAL GUARD IS THERE, STATE POLICE. POLICE STATION, BUSINESSES BURNED DOWN. THE OFFICER WHO HAD HIS KNEE ON THE GENTS NECK HAS BEEN ARRESTED FOR 3RD DEGREE MURDER. PEOPLE WANT THE OTHER THREE OFFICERS CHARGED AS WELL. MANY PRAYERS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻FOR AMERICA.

“ tic-toc Nanny”………… “ ok! Charlotte, get Louis too” ……… “ George,do it properly “……… W&K , It’s a challenging schedule ma’am” …………” there having a bike day at Brands Hatch with Ducati “ ………

BACK TO THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSEHOLD. NANNY MARIA BAROLLO IS GETTING INTO THE TIK TOC MOW, DANCING AWAY. SHE WANTS LITTLE LOUIS TRY TO DO IT TOO, AND ASKS CHARLOTTE TO GO GET HIM. NANNY TELLING GEORGE HE NEEDS TO DO THE DANCE STEPS PROPERLY. HOW MUCH FUN THIS TIK TOK IS, I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY THE KIDS THESE DAYS LOVE IT, ESPECIALLY WITH LOCKDOWN. IT GETS THEM MOVING AND SOMETHING FUN TO DO. SOUNDS LIKE HMTQ HAS ASKED AFTER WILLIAM AND CATHERINE, BEING TOLD THEIR SCHEDULE WITH THE CHILDREN HOME SCHOOLING, AND THEIR WORK IS QUITE CHALLENGING. BRANDS HATCH, THIS I KNOW FROM MY CHAP IN SCOTLAND WHO LOVED ALL THINGS SPEED, HIS BIKE, HIS SUBARU ETC. IT IS A VERY POPULAR RACE CIRCUIT. SOUNDS LIKE OUR FAVOURITE COUPLE IS HAVING A SPEED DATE🤣🤣🤣😂😂, QUITE LITERALLY. OUT ON HIS BIKE, THE DUCATI, AND DOING THE CIRCUIT. WOULD LOVE THE PHOTOS!!! WILLIAM IN LEATHER…🥰🥰🥰😛😛😁😁😁I POSTED THAT PHOTO ON MY BLOG THE OTHER DAY. LIFE IS SLOWLY RETURNING TO THE NEW NORMAL. GREAT MENTAL HEALTH THERAPY GETTING OUT AND DOING SOMETHING ACTIVE!

“ Nottingham cottage ma’am”………… “like old times ma’ am”……………” I’ll have a quiet word with Donald “………… “ not Philip, his diplomacy is wanting”………… “exiting times ma’am”……… “ one shall insist on compliance Christopher “

BACK TO WC, WINDSOR CASTLE. LG IS SPEAKING WITH HMTQ. ASSURING HER HARRY IS SAFELY ENSCONCED AT NOTT COTT AT KP, KENSINGTON PALACE, HIS HOME WITH HIS DOG. REASSURING HER, HIS LIFE IS JUST LIKE OLD TIMES. SOON SOON PUBLIC WILL BE TOLD!!

HMTQ SAYING SHE WILL HAVE A PRIVATE TALK WITH PRESIDENT TRUMP AS DIPLOMACY IS NOT HIMSELF’ STRONGEST POINT. THIS IS REGARDING EVIDENCE AND CHARGES , LONG LIST WHICH NOW INCLUDES FILING REPEATEDLY FALSE POLICE REPORTS, IMPERSONATING A ROYAL PRINCE, ALONG WITH EVERYTHING ELSE. I AM CERTAIN THERE IS FAR MORE THAN WE EVEN KNOW ABOUT. MR TRUMP HIGHLY REGARDS HMTQ AND I AM CERTAIN THEY ARE WORKING IN CONCERT. I HAVE BEEN PRETTY SURE MADAM IS IN THE U.K.BUT THIS COULD BE EXTRADITION TO THE U.K., IF SHE IS IN AMERICA TO FACE CHARGES. OR EXTRADITION OF OTHER KEY PLAYERS OR WITNESSES OR EVIDENCE. LG FIRST NAME IS CHRISTOPHER, HE IS SAYING TO HMTQ EXCITING TIMES…..NO HE IS NOT….HE IS SAYING EXITING TIMES AS IN LEAVING!!! SHE WILL BE GONE, PERMANENTLY AND 💜💜🐼💜💜PAGE WILL TURN GREEN💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚🟢🟢🟢🟢 🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢 ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢🟢 THERE WILL BE NO QUESTIONS ASKED COMPLIANCE OR DOING WHAT SHE ASKS WILL BE INSISTED UPON!!! I THINK PRESIDENT TRUMP BROUGHT EVIDENCE AT THE LAST STATE VISIT AND HE WILL BE 100% ON HMTQ’S SIDE FOR JUSTICE ⚖️. OH KIDS I THINK THINGS ARE SOOOOOOO CLOSE.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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32. May 31

another billionaire friend ………… she lies on lies…………desperate for attention ……… a roadmap to nowhere ……… up up and away ……… all white on the night …………LTA talks with Kate ………… MENSA with Charlotte??………… “ bright as a button ma’am”. …… “ not this side of the family “………” there coming over next week”………” Mmmmm , live tic-toc”……… fairycakes Sydney.

MAY 31/2020

ORIGINAL DATE FOR MAY 30/2020

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE#33

another billionaire friend

WELL, I MISSED THE NEWS YESTERDAY KIDS SO I MAY NOT BE UP TO THIS. ARE “THEY” LEAVING ONE BILLIONAIRE FOR ANOTHER?? A FEW DAYS AGO, HER PR SAID THEY WERE MOVING TO NYC BECAUSE OF THE DRONES AND PAPARAZZI ATTENTION. SINCE WHEN DOES SHE NOT LIKE ATTTENTION? SHE HAS PAID FOR PR FOR YEARS AND CONTINUES TO. SO LEAVING PERRY AND WHICH NEW YORK BILLIONAIRE WILL THE LIE BE ABOUT THAT IS TAKING THEM IN. THERE ARE A PLETHORA OF BILLIONAIRES TO CHOOSE FROM. CLINTONS?

……��… she lies on lies…………

HOW OBVIOUS MADAM LIES SO MUCH SHE CANNOT KEEP HER STORIES STRAIGHT. SHE LIES ABOUT THE LIES SGE HAS TOLD, ALLEGEDLY. AGE, JOBS, MARRIAGES, FINANCES NOW I HIGHLY SUSPECT ADD LIVING IN L.A. , BEING A MUM, LIVING AT TP’S MANSION, HIRING DEBECKER, BEING BOTHERED BY DRONES, FILING FALSE POLICE REPORTS IF IN FACT REPORTS WERE FILED AT ALL, MIVING TO NYC….NEED I GO ON. I THINK IN THE WORLS SHE SPUN FROM EVERYBODY LIES. HOLLYWOOD IS ALL LIES, FAKE, PR. NOTHING IS AD WE ARE TOLD IT IS. WE HAVE ALL LEARNED THAT DURING THIS SAGA HAVE WE NOT??

desperate for attention ………

DM SAYING THEY HAVE HIRED THE “SECRET SERVICE FOR WEALTHY PEOPLE” , £7000 PER DAY. AGENCY RUN BY FORMER SS AGENT WITH PRESIDENT RONALD REAGAN, GAVIN DE BECKER WHO IS WELL KNOW FOR BEING A MEDIA PUNDIT AND TV,GO TO FOR SECURITY QUESTIONS, I CANNOT TELL YOU THE DOZENS OF TIMES I HAVE SEEN HIM INTERVIEWED. YES! YES!RACHEL, WE KNOW THOUSANDS WANT YOUR AUTOGRAPH BUT NOBODY EXCEPT ****HUB WANTS TO HIRE YOU, MAYBE IF THEY STILL EVEN DO. DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES AND IF ONE IS AS THIRSTY AS RACHEL IS FOR ATTENTION, WELL, PR PR PR.

FREE HUGE PR FOR DE BECKER, I HOPE HE DOESN’T SUFFER THE MARKLE EFFECT TOO .

a roadmap to nowhere ………

BIG PLANS. SUSSEX ROYAL. SHE HAD WEBSITES, HUNDREDS OF THEM WITH EVERY POSSIBLE PERMUTATION OF SUSSEXROYAL ON THEIR TO MAKE MONEY OFF OF THAT. WELL HMTQ TOSSED A BIG OLD SPANNER INTO THE MIX DID SHE NOT. 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂NOPE CANT DO THAT RACHEL OH NOPE CANT USE HRH EITHER. THE WHOLE PLAN WHOOSH. NOW WE ARE ON TO ARCHEWELL……LET US SEE HOW FAR THAT GOES🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. LG PLEASE, PRETTY PLEASE YANK THE PLUG!!

up up and away ………

HISTORIC PRIVATE LAUNCH INTO SPACE OF SPACEX FALCON 9 FROM CAPE CANAVERAL FLORIDA WAS SET TO LAUNCH MAY 27/20 BUT WAS DELAYED DUE TO WEATHER. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME A PRIVATE COMPANY HAS LAUNCHED ASTRONAUTS INTO SPACE. IT HAS LAUNCHED INTO SPACE YESTERDAY AND AS I TYPE THIS I AM FOLLOWING ALONG AS THEY HAVE NOW REACHED THE ISS INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION, AND HAVE DOCKED. THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING. ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!!

all white on the night …………

OH I SHALL BE EXTREMELY CAREFUL HOW I WORD THIS BECAUSE I IGNITED AN ATTACK ON MYSELF THE PREVIOUS RIDDLE SIMPLY BY INTERPRETING THE CLUES MM ANON HAD LAID FORTH. I SHALL STATE THIS, PEOPLE ARE GATHERING WORLDWIDE TO EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS ABOUT RACE, AND RACISM. THERE IS A HUGE UNDERGROUND AND ONLINE SECTOR OF VARIOUS GROUPS ON 4CHAN AND 8CHAN. WE ALL KNOW THIS AS THE DARK WEB WHERE LIKE MINDE D INDIVIDUALS CAN GATHER. SOME ARE FUNDED AND CONSPIRACY THEORIES ABOUND AS WELL. THERE ARE NEWS REPORTS THAT SOME OF THE EXTREME ALT RIGHT ORGANIZATIONS HAVE BEEN INSTIGATING AND MAKING THINGS WORSE. I HAVE MADE EVERY ATTEMPT NOT TO OFFEND, AS I ALWAYS DO. I COULD GO INTO DETAIL BUT I WILL STOP HERE.

LTA talks with Kate …………

CATHERINE IS A MIX OF BRAIN, PHYSICAL, BRAWN, INTELLIGENCE, EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE, WIFE, PARTNER MUM. SHE HAS FULLY BLOSSOMED AND IT IS MARVELLOUS TO SEE. IN THE PAST FEW RIDDLES MM ANON HAS MENTIONED HER DASHING OFF TO TENNIS LESSONS. WE ALL HEAR SHE IS VERY GOOD EVEN ACCORDING TO A FRIEND OF HER, ROGER FEDERER. CATHERINE IS PATRON OF THE ALL ENGLAND LAWN TENNIS AND CROQUET CLUB. UNFORTUNATELY, WIMBLEDON HAD TO BE CANCELLED THIS YEAR DUE TO COVID-19.

CATHERINE BECAME PATRON OF THE LTA OR LAWN TENNIS ASSOCIATION IN DECEMBER 2016. I WONDER IF THEY ARE GOING TO TRY AND SET UP SOME ON TV ONLY MATCHES, JUST FOR FANS. SIMILAR TO WHAT OTHER SPORTS ARE DOING. I THINK THAT WOULD BE AWESOME.

MENSA with Charlotte??………… “ bright as a button ma’am”. …… “ not this side of the family “………” there coming over next week”………” Mmmmm , live tic-toc”……… fairycakes Sydney.

NOW THIS DOES NOT SURPRISE ME. CHARLOTTE IS A BRILLIANT CHILD IN PERSONALITY. MENSA IS AN ORGANIZATION FOR THOSE WITH SUPER HIGH IQS. I ACTUALLY QUALIFIED. SOUNDS LIKE OUR BUDDING PRINCESS IS ALSO HIGHLY INTELLIGENT, VERY MUCH SO TO ENOUGH DISCUSS MENSA. THIS ORGANIZATION ENCOURAGES LEARNING, SOCIALIZATION, WHICH CAN BE TOUGH IF EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS RUNNING 115 AND YOU ARE 135, IQ NUMBERS THAT IS. THIS IS BRILLIANT. I FIND THIS HIGHLY EXCITING. SOUNDS LIKE CATHERINE IS RECEIVING END OF TERM REPORTS FROM SCHOOL AND THE TERM BRIGHT AS A BUTTON MEANS REALLY SMART AKA BRIGHT.

I THINK SHE JOKINGLY SAYS THE INTELLIGENCE DID NOT COME FROM HER SIDE OF THE FAMILY, THE MIDDLETONS.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂ALSO SOUNDS LIKE WITH THE UNLOCKDOWNING CHANGES THEY ARE COMING TO VISIT IN A WEEK, HOW BRILLIANT!!

ACTUALLY I THINK NOW THIS IS HMTQ SHARING THE NEWS WITH LG AND PR SYDNEY AND HMTQ IS JOKING THAT THE IQ DID NOT COME FROM THEIR SIDE OF THE FAMILY, JUST THE WAY IT IS WORDED. HEY I AM AN EQUAL OPPORTUNITY OFFENDER HERE. 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

HMTQ EXCITED THE CAMBRIDGES ARE COMING FOR A VISIT NEXT WEEK, REAL LIVE IN PERSON. DANCE AKA TIK TOK. SHE WANTS SYDNEY TO MAKE FAIRYCAKES OR AS WE IN 🇨🇦 CALL THEM CUPCAKES WITH SPRINKLES AND ICING.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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33. May 31

MM ANON …… it Musk be love ……… nine elms………… agent provocateur ………… teetering on the edge………… body cams?? ………… amateur photographers unite ………… front line statue ……… 🎼I heard it on the grapevine 🎼………… “ no darling not today”……” we’re going to visit gan gan” …………”staying overnight ma’am” ………… “ a few days Sydney “………… “ tomorrow night, it’s a little concert Philip, don’t get grumpy “ ………… “bloody hell, I’m low on refreshments. “

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MAY 31/2020

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #34

it Musk be love ………

ELON MUSK IS A WILD BRILLIANT MINDED BILLIONAIRE WHO NAMED HIS NEWBORN SON DIFFERENT COMBINATION OF LETTERS AND NUMBERS, HE AND HIS GF CHOSE A FEW WEEKS AGO. THEY HAD TO ALTER THE LETTERS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA HAS LAWS ABOUT NAMES, BUT IT IS STILL A WAY OUT THERE NAME. HIS COMPANY HAS BEEN WORKING ON MANY INNOVATIVE SOME SAY CRAZY, MANY SAY IMPOSSIBLE, PROJECTS, BUT HE DANCES LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING. WELL PEOPLE ARE WATCHING NOW KIDS BECAUSE HIS PRIVATE ROCKET NOT ONLY LAUNCHED SUCCESSFULLY BUT TODAY DOCKED AT THE ISS AND THEY HAVE NOW JOINED THE OTHER ASTRONAUTS ON THE ISS, INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION. THIS IS A PHENOMENAL ACHIEVEMENT.

nine elms…………

NOW I KNOW THIS IS A PART OF SOUTHWEST LONDON AND THEM BIG OLD TREES GO BACK HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF YEARS. THE NINE ELMS AREA IS BECOMING OR HAS BECOME AN AREA FOR ART GALLERIES. IS THIS WHERE THEY HOLD STILL FINAL 100 PHOTOS CHOSEN WILL BE EXHIBITED?? I KNOW CATHERINE IS PARTNERED WITH THE NATIONAL GALLERY.

agent provocateur …………

MADAM, IT TURNS OUT, HAD A LONG RELATIONSHIP/FRIENDSHIP WITH JAMES CHAU, A CHINESE TV PRESENTER. THIS CHAP HAS BEEN ACCUSED BY A BRITISH BUSINESSMAN OF HAVING HIM BEING TIED UP IN AN IRON CHAIR AND TORTURED, DRUGGED . ALSO A CHAP CALLED PETER HUMPHREY HAS ALLEGEDLY DONE A FALSE CONFESSION IN CHINA. THIS ALL HAS TO DO WITH COVID-19 AND THE WHO AND THE INFORMATION CHINA SHARED WITH THE WHO, WORLD HEALTH ASSOCIATION. MY MY RACHEL, YOU TRAVEL WITH SOME DANGEROUS PEOPLE. AGENT PROVACTEUR, IS A SEXY FEMALE WHO USES THAT IN THE ACT OF OBTAINING SECRETS FROM AND ABOUT A FOREIGN ENTITY BE IT COUNTRY OR COMPANY OR INDIVIDUAL REALLY.

teetering on the edge………… body cams?? ………… amateur photographers unite ………… front line statue ………

THE WORLDWIDE PUBLIC GATHERINGS, SOME CALL PROTESTS, FOLLOWING THE MURDER OF A CHAP IN AMERICA BY LAW ENFORCEMENT IN AMERICA. THERE HAVE NOW BEEN MARCHES, CIVIL PROTESTS IN CITIES THE GLOBE OVER. AFTER MONTHS OF BEING STUCK AT HOME, IT SEEMS LIKE A PLUG HAS BEEN PULLED PUT OF THE TUB AND THE WATER RUSHING OUT. THE FRUSTRATION OF LOCKDOWN EXACERBATING THE ANGER. WE ARE TRULY ALL AT A TIPPING POINT. I WONDER WHAT IT WOULD TAKE FOR THINGS TO COMPLETELY SPRIAL OUT OF CONTROL. MEANWHILE THE PANDEMIC RAGES…OR DOES IT?IT HAS MASSIVELY IGNITED RACE ISSUES , WORLDWIDE. IS THE ANSWER MORE BODY CAMS ON OFFICERS? MANY PEOPLE GRABBED THEIR PHONES AND CAUGHT THIS HORRIFIC MURDER ON CAMERA. THIS HAS HAPPENED PREVIOUS TIMES AND CHARGES HAVE NOT HELD. THE VARIOUS LAW ENFORCEMENT COMMUNITIES HAVE FORMED TIGHT LINES TO PREVENT PEOPLE FROM CROSSING LINES. THEY STAND TALL, TIGHT AND SOLID AND DO LOOK LIKE STATUES.

🎼I heard it on the grapevine 🎼…………

THIS SONG GOES BACK, REMEMBER IN THE 90’S WHEN THEY HAD ANIMATED GRAPES SINGING THIS SONG FOR MCDONALD’S OR SOME PLACE WHEN THEY WERE STILL ALLOWED TO GIVE OR SELL TOYS. BUT ITS OLDER ABOUT A PERSON HEARING THROUGH GOSSIP AKA THE GRAPEVINE THAT THEY WERE BEING CHEATED ON. NOW WHO MIGHT THIS BE? WE ALL KNOW MADAM MADE SURE TO BE IN PARIS WITH HARRY WHEN THE ROSE HANBURY AFFAIR RUMOUR WAS UNLEASHED. NO MATTER, THE PUZZLE PIECES FIT AND I RECALL-SEEING IN A DOCUMENTARY EITHER THE CHAP THAT LEAKED IT FOR HER OR A FRIEND OF HIS RATTED HER OUT. NOW WE HAVE A PENDING LAWSUIT BY THE CAMBRIDGES AGAINST TATLER. EVERYTHING IS LESS THAN SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION FROM MADAM. ALL ROADS DONT LEAD TO ROME, THEY LEAD TO MADAM. SORRY TO USE TWO CLICHES HERE. DEARIE ME, IF THEY SUE, HO HO HO, HEADS WILL ROLL!!! KARMA EVENTUALLY ROLLS AROUND. WHAT IS BURIED DOES NOT STAY BURIED TO QUOTE GOT, GAME OF THRONES.

“ no darling not today”……” we’re going to visit gan gan” …………”staying overnight ma’am” ………… “ a few days Sydney “………… “ tomorrow night, it’s a little concert Philip, don’t get grumpy “ ………… “bloody hell, I’m low on refreshments. “

NO TENNIS FOR CATHERINE OR TIK TOK FOR CHARLOTTE, TODAY THEY ARE OFF TO WC, WINDSOR CASTLE TO SEE GAN GAN FINALLY AFTER WEEKS, AND MONTHS.

HMTQ DISCUSSING PLANS WITH SYDNEY. TELLING HIM THE CAMBRIDGES WILL BE THERE FOR SEVERAL DAYS. OH HOW WONDERFUL!!!

HMTQ SPEAKING TO HIMSELF, ANTICIPATING AN IN PERSON TIK TOK, DANCING, LOUD MUSIC THE WHOLE NINE YARDS. HIMSELF IS AS CHEERFUL AS EVER. HE IS ANTICIPATING THE NOISE AND DISRUPTION, MUMBLING GRUMBLING THAT HE NEEDS MORE BODDINGTONS🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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34. June 1

MM ANON … Balmoral Fern………… plastic Nile. ………… in the Bunker ………… Autopsy …………………Truth , Justice and the American way ………… WC welcome …………… “ would one know how to barbecue Sydney??” ………… William will oblige ma’am……”one prefers coronation chicken “…………… “unicorn sausages ,Lottie George??……… “just salad ma’am. “

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

JUNE 1/2020. RIDDLE #35

Balmoral Fern…………

GORGEOUS PHOTOS TODAY, HMTQ OUT RIDING HER FAVOURITE HORSE,CALLED BALMORAL FERN, ON THE GROUNDS OF WINDSOR CASTLE. IT WAS THE FIRST THING I READ AND SAW OHOTIS OF THIS MORNING, STUNNING!! A GIANT BEADT OF A HORSE, YET HMTQ IN TOTAL MASTERY OF CONTROL. IT CERTAINLY IS SOMETHING TO. SEE. I AM SOOOO HAPPY FOR HER THAT SHE GOT OUT FINALLY FOR A RIDE. OH HOW MUCH SHE MUST HAVE MISSED THAT!!

plastic Nile. …………

OUR WORLD , MY GOD WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO IT. BREAKING NEWS OF THE HORRORS OF PLASTICS AND MICRO PLASTICS CONTAMINATING THE NILE RIVER IN EGYPT. IT IS CONTAMINATING NOT ONLY THE WATER, THE PLANTS, BUT THE VARIOUS CREATURES THAT LIVE IN THE WATER. THEY HAVE BEEN FOUND WITH MICRO PLASTICS. KIDS DOES ANYONE ELSE FEEL STIMULI OVERLOAD? TURN TO GOD AND SAVIOUR. THAT IS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME. PLEASE FIND A WAY FOR YOU TO HEALTHFULLY HANDLE ALL THIS. WE ARE A LOVING TUMBLR FAMILY AND WE WILL UPHOLD EACH OTHER.💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊PG😊😊😊💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

in the Bunker …………

Autopsy …………………Truth , Justice and the American way …………

WORLDWIDE WE HAVE BEEN WITNESSING CIVIL PROTESTS IN RESPONSE TO THE MURDER OF GEORGE FLOYD BY POLICE OFFICERS CAUGHT ON CAMERA. THEN THERE ARE BAD ACTORS WHO CAUSE CHAOS, ENTER TO STEAL, RIOT, COMPLETELY RUINING THE ISSUES OF CIVIL PROTESTS ARE FOR. WHILST THE LINCOLN MEMORIAL WAS VANDALISED LAST EVENING IN THE U..S. CAPITOL, WASHINGTON D.C. ALSO A CHURCH NEAR THE WHITE HOUSE WAS AFLAME. THE SECRET SERVICE RESPONSIBLE FOR POTUS SECURITY TOOK POTUS TO THE SECURE BUNKER UNDERNEATH LE MAISON BLANC DUE TO SECURITY ISSUES. POTUS AND FLOTUS HAVE TO DO AS THE SECRET SERVICE DIRECTS IN THESE SITUATIONS.

AUTOPSY RESULTS ARE PENDING FROM MR FLOYD TO RULE OUT ANY OTHER CAUSE OF DEATH AND CLEARLY POINT TO THE CAUSE.

INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY IS TRUTH JUSTICE AND THE AMERICAN WAY. THE MAIN PROBLEM IS IT IS NOT EQUALLY APPLIED AND MANY POC ARE DISPROPORTIONATELY ARRESTED, IMPRISONED ETC. THIS IS A LITERAL WORLD POWDER KEG. SECURITY NATIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL ARE MASSSIVELY IN PLAY HERE.

WC welcome …………… “ would one know how to barbecue Sydney??” ………… William will oblige ma’am……”one prefers coronation chicken “…………… “unicorn sausages ,Lottie George??……… “just salad ma’am. “

THE CAMBRIDGES ARE SET TO DESCEND UPON WC, WINDSOR CASTLE, FOR A LONG AWAITED VISIT. HMTQ. AND SYDNEY DISCUSSING A MENU,HMTQ WONDERING IF SHE COULD MANAGE TO DO THE BBQ. WHEN SHE SPEAKS IN THE FIRST PERSON ENGLISH, SHE IS REFERRING TO HERSELF. HMTQ PREFERS THE CORONATION CHICKEN RECIPE THAT WAS CREATED FOR AND SERVED AT HER CORONATION. I HAVE NEVER HAD IT. IF ANYONE HAS LEAVE A COMMENT HOW IT TASTES PLEASE.

JOKINGLY SAYING UNICORN SAUSAGES FOR THE CHILDREN. LOTTIE WAS OBSSESSED WITH UNICORNS WHEN SHE FIRST STARTED SCHOOL. SYDNEY VETOES THIS IDEA AND SUGGESTS JUST SALAD😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣. HE DOES NOT HAVE TOO MUCH CONFIDENCE IN HMTQ KITCHEN OR BBQ SKILLS.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂☕️.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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35. June 02

MM ANON ……… keep your distance ………” it’s a curfew Jim , but not as we know it “ …… “ A plague o’ both your houses “……… house today , gone tomorrow ………… “all lives matter “ …………… cut and roots and streaks ……… B&EC are reluctant to return ………… Minister misleads testing ……… office of national ridistics ……… 🎼I I see a bad moon rising 🎼………… blackout Tuesday ………… “ “wear a body-cam old thing, then I can pretend I’m riding “ …………�� “one would look ridiculous Philip!!”……… “ Sydney, stop pouring “

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

JUNE 2/2020. RIDDLE# 36

BEFORE YOU READ, PLEASE PLEASE, I HAVE TRIED MY BEST HERE, I MEAN NOOOO OFFENCE OR DISRESPECT. I AM TRYING TO PROCESS THIS ALL.

keep your distance ………

I DO NOT LIKE USING THE WORD RIOTS OR PROTESTS RIGHT NOW, I WILL USE THE WORD MARCHES. THE LAW ENFORCEMENT AGENCIES, WORLD OVER, ARE TRYING TO KEEP SITUATIONS SAFE BY KEEPING A SAFE DISTANCE, PERIMETER AROUND LARGE GROUPS. INDIVIDUALS HAVE BEEN THROWING ROCKS, BOTTLES, OTHER ITEMS SO THERE NEEDS TO BE A SAFE DISTANCE. I HEARD YESTERDAY IN AMERICA OVER 60 SECRET SERVICE AGENTS HAVE BEEN INJURED.

THIS APPROACH HAS NOT JUST BEEN IN AMERICA BUT EVERYWHERE MARCHES ARE TAKING PLACE. SAFETY AND ORDER.

“it’s a curfew Jim , but not as we know it “ ……

THANK YOU MM ANON, STAR TREK REFERENCE YET AGAIN, I GET THE MESSAGE. STAR TREK WAS ONLY TWO SEASONS BUT FORESHADOWED SO MUCH TECHNOLOGY WE USE DAILY AND TAKE FOR GRANTED. THIS SHOW WAS UTTERLY GROUND BREAKING. CONSPIRACY THEORIES ABOUT THIS AND THE ANIMATED TV SHOW , THE SIMPSONS, LITERALLY TELLING OF EVENTS YEARS BEFORE THEY HAPPENED. MANY MANY THINGS ARE CIRCULATING ONLINE ABOUT THIS.

THE CURFEW IN WASHINGTON D.C., THE AMERICAN CAPITOL, WAS A FEW HOURS EARLIER LAST NIGHT IN AN EFFORT TO GET AHEAD OF ANY ALTERCATIONS ETC.

POTUS WALKED TO THE CHURCH THAT HAD BEEN SET ABLAZE THE PREVIOUS NIGHT AND HE HELD A BIBLE HIGH IN THE AIR. THEN PROCEEDED TO WALK BACK TO LE MAISON BLANC. HE WAS WALKING ALONG A CLEARED PATH, A CORRIDOR, WITH ON EITHER SIDE FLANKED BY LONG ROWS OF UNIFORMED SECURITY, POLICE, NATIONAL GUARD, I AM NOT CERTAIN, BUT IT WAS A VERY POWERFUL VISUAL. HE STATED HE WOULD DOMINATE THE STREET TO KEEP THEM SAFE. NOT DOMINATE PEOPLE. THESE ARE NOT, I REPEAT, NOT ME, PARAPHRASE, I AM STATING FACTS.

“ A plague o’ both your houses “………

OF COURSE INSTANTLY RECOGNIZABLE AS FROM ROMEO AND JULIET, BY THE BARD, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. THE LOVE OF THESE TWO YOUNG PEOPLE WAS PROHIBITED DUE TO THE MUTUAL HATRED AND LED TO THEIR SUICIDES. FIGHTS FEUD HATRED BETWEEN THE HOUSES OF MONTAGUE AND CAPULET, I AM PRETTY SURE YOU ALL KNOW THE STORY BE IT THE BARD OR ANY MODERN HOLLYWOOD VERSIONS.

IN AMERICA, THE CONGRESS HAS A DEMOCRATIC MAJORITY, THE SENATE HAS A REPUBLICAN MAJORITY . THEY BOTH HAVE VERY DIFFERENT VISIONS OF THE NEEDS OF THE COUNTRY OF AMERICA. BOTH ARE SEVERELY BEING AFFECTED BY ALL THE PAIN AND SUFFERING THE COUNTRY IS UNDERGOING. IT IS SO INTENSE AND UPSETTING IT HAS SPILLED OVER THE ENTIRE WORLD AND OVERTAKEN THE PANDEMIC WHICH EVERYONE WAS PARALYZED BY.

THIS MAY ALSO BE SIMILAR TO POC AND CAUCASIAN HOUSES. AMERICA AND OTHER PLACES HAVE A LONG HISTORY OF ISSUES THAT YOU ALL KNOW ABOUT, I DO NOT NEED TO REPEAT.

house today , gone tomorrow …………

MADAM, LEAVING TO MANSION, HEADING TO NYC WITH NEW BILLIONAIRE. OR LIES, PR LIES, PR LIES, 🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥. HER BESTIES LIES TO TATLER VIA A SISTER ARE COMING BACK TO BITE IN THE DERRIÈRE. ITS A TAKE ON THE PHRASE, HERE TODAY GONE TOMORROW. HOW I WISH THAT WERE TRUE. MAKE NO MISTAKE I DO NOT WISH HER ANY ILL WILL, I JUST WISH SHE WOULD FACE JUSTICE AND LIVE QUIETLY. WE KNOW THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. NO MATTER HOW MUCH GREASE YOU PUT ON THAT SCREEN DOOR IT IS ALWAYS GOING TO MAKE THOSE LOUD ANNOYING SOUNDS AND NOISES!!

“all lives matter “

BLM, BLACK LIVES MATTER, ! , FROM WIKI, TRYING TO SAVE MY HANDS KIDS, Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter (BLM) is an international human rights movement, originating in the African-American community, that campaigns against violence and systemic racism towards black people. BLM regularly holds protests speaking out against police killings of black people, and broader issues such as racial profiling, police brutality, and racial inequality in the United States criminal justice system.WIKIPEDIA ENDQUOTE.

MANY WANT THE IDEA OF ALL LIVES MATTER. THERE ARE THE LEADERS OF BLM THAT STATE THEIR COMMUNITY IS UNIQUE IN THE HISTORY OF VIOLENCE AGAINST THEIR COMMUNITY. OH KIDS I AM TRYING TO DO A CLUE IN THE RIDDLE, TRYING TO UNDERSTAND AMERICAN ISSUES. I MEAN NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE PLEASE🥺🥺🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

…………… cut and roots and streaks ………

FINALLY AFTER LOCKDOWN HORRIFIC AT HOME HAIRCUTS, COLOURS, THE LIFTOFF HAS COME AND WE CAN GET OURSELVES TENDED TO. CUT, COLOUR, HIGHLIGHTS, WAXING, MANICURES, PEDICURES AND A PLETHORA OF OTHER THINGS!

B&EC are reluctant to return ………… PRINCESS BEATRICE AND EDO’S WEDDING WAS TO HAVE BEEN MAY 29/2020 I BELIEVE. THEY HAVE BEEN ISOLATING WITH EDO’S MUM IN CHIPPINGTON NORTON. PRINCESS EUGENIE AND JACK I BELIEVE AT IVY COTTAGE. WHAT IS THE C THOUGH COUNT? ARE THEY ENJOYING THE QUIETNESS OF THE COTSWOLDS SND NOT WANTING TO RETIRN TO LONDON?? KIDS THE C STUMPS ME. I AM CERTAIN AFTER I SUBMIT THE RIDDLE I WILL GET AN IDEA SND SAY SELF, HOW DID YOU MISS THAT?😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. Minister misleads testing ……… office of national ridistics ……… RID OF COVID IN THE U.K. BY JULY?? I THOUGHT IT WAS HERE TO STAY AND VACCINE WAS MONTHS AWAY, OH NO ITS YEARS AWAY NOW. THE STATS OF DEATHS AND CASES CHANGE. LOCKDOWN EXTENDED, JUST READ MATT HANCOCKS MEMO. THE WHOLE TESTING, TRACK AND TRACE IS GOOFY REALLY. IT SEEMS EVERYTIME I PUT ON THE NEWS THINGS HAVE CHANGED , LIKE A TENNIS MATCH WATCHING THE BALL BACK AND FORTH. HOW COME, I ASK IN ALL SINCERITY, THESE WORLDWIDE PROTESTS HAVE OVERTAKEN THE PANDEMIC, YET THE FEAR OF CATCHING IT HAS NOT STOPPED MILLIONS OF PEOPLE WORLDWIDE PROTESTING. I HAVE MANY QUESTIONS, I JUST DO NOT UNDERSTAND SO MUCH OF WHAT IS REALKY TRULY GOING ON IN THIS WORLD IN 2020! 🎼I I see a bad moon rising 🎼………… CCR, GREAT BAND, JOHN FOGERTY ONE OF THE MOST UNIQUE VOICES EVER. CREEDANCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL IS THE BAND. WE USED TO JOKE THAT PMS WA WORSE DURING A FULL MOON. I CAN 110% GUARANTEE IT WHEN I TELL YOU, WORKING IN A HUGE PSYCHIATRIC FACILITY, INDIVIDUALS MOST DEFINITELY WERE MUCH MORE VOLATILE DURING FULL MOONS. ADMISSIONS INCREASED DURING FULL MOONS. PEOPLE WITH ORE EXISTING ILLNESS , WAS OFTEN EXACERBATED DURING FULL MOONS. I KNOW MANY A STUDY HAS BEEN DONE ON THE EFFECTS OFVTHE POLAR TIDES AND ITS EFFECTS ON THE HUMAN BRAIN. ITS REAL.

JUNE 5/2030 IS THE NEXT FULL MOON. ARE WE ANTICIPATING THINGS WILL GET WORSE BY THE EFFECTS OF THE FULL MOON, POLAR TIDES? ALL I KNOW IS, I HAVE SEEN IT HUNDREDS OF TIMES DURING MY CAREER AND PERSONAL LIFE AS WELL.

blackout Tuesday …………

SOCIAL MEDIA, SCREENS TO GO BLACK TODAY IN SUPPORT OF BLM. I GET AUTO EMAILS WHEN SALES OR SPECIALS ON MY FAVOURITE MAKEUP/SKIN CARE. SUNDAY, TARTE COSMETICS SENT OUT EMAIL, SAYING THEY WERE HAVING CELEBRATION SPECIALS. YESTERDAY I GOT AN EMAIL FROM THEM STATING OUT OF RESPECT FOR BLM, THEY FELT NOW WAS NOT THE TIME TO CELEBRATE. TAKE THAT FOR WHAT YOU WILL. WE ALL HAVE OUR OWN THOUGHTS ON WHAT IS GOING ON IN OUR WORLD. FEAR, ANXIETY ETC. WE ARE A TUMBLR FAMILY, LETS LOVE ON EACH OTHER AND HELP EACH OTHER UNDERSTAND DIFFERING POINTS OF VIEW , EXPERIENCES ETC.

“ “wear a body-cam old thing, then I can pretend I’m riding “ …………… “one would look ridiculous Philip!!”……… “ Sydney, stop pouring “

WELL WELL KIDS HERE WE ARE, THIS IS THE STATE OF THINGS IN 2020! HIMSELF IS SUGGESTING THAT HMTQ WEAR A BODY CAMERA NEXT TIME SHE RIDES BALMORAL FERN, SO HE CAN RIDE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HER VIA THE CAMERA. THAT IS ACTUALLY A BRILLIANT IDEA SIR!! OF COURSE HMTQ IS HAVING NONE OF THAT, SAYING SHE WOULD LOOK RIDICULOUS. KIDS CAN YOU PICTURE THIS CONVERSATION?? SITTING ROOM, TV BLARING THE GANGS OF LONDON DVD THEY ARE BINGE WATCHING, IN THE MIDDLE OF A SCENE, HIMSELF COMES UP WITH THIS IDEA.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. HMTQ SAYS, SYDNEY NO MORE BOOZE, NO MORE SILLY IDEAS NEEDED.🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂OH THANK YOU MM ANON FOR THE LAUGHS, I NEEDED THAT JUST NOW.

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buddha-in-disguise · 5 years ago

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A full of fucking swearing long post about the shitstain that is Dominic Cummings. Plus where I can find them, at the end I will link fucking sources, just in case anyone wants to try and say otherwise.

Also, if you do start @ me over him, I'm blocking your fucking cunt of an arse. Clear enough?

Good. Then let's begin.

As a nation, we can be a fairly mild mannered lot. At least collectively. But as of now, the majority of Britons are a mass of anger. So much so, I've even agreed with pundits like Piers Fucking Morgan! That alone is distressing enough, but Dominic Cummings has pissed off just about everyone.

But first a little background on this heaping pile of shit.

Dominic Cummings was one of the main instigators of Leave Campaign in regards Brexit. Now for those who don't know or haven't cared until now, not only were they found to be in breach of the electoral law, Dominic himself was also found in contempt of Parliament when they tried to find out if Vote Leave used fake news to help achieve their goal.

To add to this, he took around 200k of subsidies from the EU for his properties. So a known lying fucking hypocrite.

Even before that, he was advisor to Gove, that spineless fucking weasel who has been out today spouting even more fucking bollocks over this. Funny that.

Don't think for a minute being Gove's Special Advisor meant Cummings was liked by others in the Tory Party. Cummings was pretty much despised by a lot in Government at the time. David 'Pig fucker' Cameron called him a career psychopath.

Fast forward to 2019. Cummings is now Special Advisor to another spineless fucking cunt known as the Prime Minister Boris Johnson. BJ was never in control. Anyone watching what was going on knew that the moment Cummings had Javid's one aide uncermoniously marched out of her job, using armed police no less.

Only problem was, he had no authority to do that.

But never fear, BJ decided to change the rules, so lo and behold, he didn't break any rules (seeing a pattern here yet?)

So fast forward to the last few days. Now newspapers were reporting that Dominic Cummings drove his COVID-19 symptomatic wife, with a 4 year old in the same enclosed vehicle, some 260 miles to his parents location in Durham.

Oh now comes the fun part, and why as a nation we are all beyond extremely miffed, and fucking pissed off!

The offical guidance was anyone in a household with someone displaying symptoms (tested or not) was to stay the fuck at home. There was one exception to this rule. One. Extreme risk to life.

So Cummings took the decision to go and drive for fucking childcare reasons.

A man with his wealth, privilege and even with family in fucking London, couldn't do it at his home, but had to drive (thus risking his own child because of viral load you're going to get in an enclosed vehicle), himself and others (because he had to stop. Tell me of anyone with a 4 year old in the car they wouldn't be stopping anywhere?)

So anyway, they take a fucking jolly jaunt up to his parents.

But hold on, a Minister recently resigned for breaking lockdown rules. So why in the ever loving fuck was Cummings not resigning or being fired?

I don't know what Cummings has on BJ, but I suspect it makes wanting to fuck a dead pig seem like child play. Because not only isn't he fired, good old Jolly BJ comes out and fully defends and supports his senior advisor (who is unelected as well, just to add salt to that wound).

So by following his fatherly instincts (the fucking laughable defence given, when BJ couldn't even say how many fucking kids he has) and acting with integrity, (someone please give these fucking morons a dictionary), Cummings was given a free pass.

And then a load of fucking MP's including cabinet ministers all piled in saying how great a father he is, how it was exceptional circumstances that made him do it, you're all overreacting you terrible ingrate you, blah, blah, more horse shit, blah!

So, now all of those families who actually followed the fucking rules, and did what the government said are now being told, oh sure. You could've attended the funeral of your loved ones. Gone halfway across country to get child care for your kids, and so on and so fucking forth.

So basically saying, hah the jokes on you.

A few grumbles came out from the odd Tory, who might not have grown a spine, but were looking less like jelly (jello) being nailed to the wall, and more like thick fucking custard. A little more substance to them, but still slopping around with no spine.

We have a bank holiday coming up, and unusually good weather forecast, because as every Brit knows, Bank Holidays are normally shit weather wise. And a lot of people saying, fuck me if Cummings can do this, so can we. And all pile into cars for days out as if nothing had changed! No masks, no social distancing. Zilch. Great innit.

No it fucking isn't! The virus doesn't take a holiday you fucking morons!

So back to the other mess. Cummings now gives a press conference in the fucking rose garden of No.10. Also likely in breach of the rules, but as we know, he really doesn't give a flying fuck about rules now does he.

First of all he was 30 minutes late (you would've been sanctioned , therefore getting no money, for weeks, probably months if on benefits and did the same thing thanks to this government). But he eventually rolls up, looking slightly less like he's been dragged through a hedge backwards, but still looking like a dogs arse. Actually sorry dogs, you don't deserve that comparison. I'm really sorry!!

Anyway, here he is, about to fill us with more bullshit.

The shit now isn't just hitting the fan. In the immortal words of Terry Pratchett, The Midden has now hit the Windmill.

Cummings is trying to explain why he did what he did, oh and now we have the added delight of him being caught going out to a location some 30 miles from the family home, which is another breach of the law!

He sat there, and said, the public aren't angry at me, they're angry because of how the media have reported it. Woe is me, they're making me out to be the bad guy in all this .... blah fucking boo hoo blah.

This was supposed to calm us down.

Dear reader.

It. Did. Not.

So journalist after journalist (Beth Rigby gave a fucking masterclass) actually didn't let him get away with it.

These weren't just questions or accusations. They threw proof at him! Despite the collective rage, it was glorious to see them do it. If this was when stocks were still in use in the town square, Cummings would've been covered in excrement and anything else to hand. That shit was blown back so fast, it was hard to keep up.

Anyway, without going into too much here, his excuses ranged from he didn't feel safe because of demos outside his home (unverified and strangely enough, no neighbours reporting any disturbances either. Funny that),

Then, having gone to great lengths to say he drove up to his parents to keep his kid safe, he explains the additional trip he got caught out on was taken to test his eyesight, which had been affected because of being unwell with Covid19.

So not only is it highly fucking illegal to drive while impaired (including if eyesight is impaired) in this country, you decided to take your wife and kid, who you wanted to protect, not for a little jaunt down the road, but on a 60 mile fucking round trip.

Oh, and he hadn't stopped on the 260 mile trip up there, but his kid needed a stop on the way home, so a less than 60 mile trip required a stop. Yeah. Strange how that works.

He still kept blaming the media. Still kept up the woe is me, it was exceptional circumstances, and so on. Must get sore lips there Cummings, with the amount of smoke you try to blow up peoples arses.

So, to end it all, he has flatly refused to resign. No need to even consider it. The public will be jolly good chaps in all of this and see my side of things.

No we won't, you motherfucking cunt!

So this morning, various people including Gove are still making excuses for this fucking shitstain.

I now wish Cummings is fired, but better yet, thrown out of our universe, so he can never ever be seen again. But I've seen more spine on a fucking snake that I have Boris Johnson, who is just as much to blame in all this.

Before I end, we also had an infamous Tweet from someone in the Civil Service, who knew they were torpedoing their career. I'm including a screen shot. It was taken down, but it was genuine. Whoever they were, you deserve all the applause and a fucking medal!

Oh and a few sources for this and the cuntface Cummings. But you know, just Google the fucker. You can find this and much more.

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-44856992

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-47712040

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2019/aug/10/dominic-cummings-owns-farm-got-eu-subsidy

https://www.theguardian.com/politics/2014/jun/18/david-cameron-dominic-cummings-career-psychopath

https://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/dominic-cummings-boris-johnson-cabinet-minister-aides-civil-service-sajid-javid-a9109836.html

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-52782913

[https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-52553229

https://www.bbc.com/news/amp/uk-52792200

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-52793991

https://www.chroniclelive.co.uk/news/north-east-news/dominic-cummings-trip-county-durham-18306147

https://www.gov.uk/driving-eyesight-rules

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Tuesday 26th January 2021

Brought to you by the colour Pink

What’s that you say? Doesn’t look very pink here. This was the view of the back garden when I opened the curtains. Dark(ish) Frosty (very) and a bit foreboding.

But a quick swivel to my left, from due South to South East and WOW.

This was the view through the woods.

One with added Rooks and one without

During sunsets and sunrises, when the Sun is closer to the horizon, sunlight has to travel through a longer distance and more of the dense environment to reach an observer’s eye.

When sunlight strikes, gas molecules such as nitrogen and oxygen; light of longer wavelengths, like red, yellow, and orange, easily passes through; while light of shorter wavelengths, such as blue and violet, is absorbed and then scattered in all directions by the gas molecules (stay with me)

When you look up at the sky during the day this scattered blue and violet light reaches your eyes, however, the human eye is more receptive to blue frequencies than violet frequencies, so the sky looks blue. This phenomenon is known as Rayleigh scattering: it’s named after British physicist John William Strutt, also known as Lord Rayleigh, a nobel prize winner no less. Besides making the sky look blue, it is also the reason why the Sun looks yellow during the day even though sunlight is white. When the Sun is high in the sky, the light has to travel a shorter distance through the atmosphere. This means most of the yellow, orange, and red light passes through, while a small amount of blue and purple light is scattered and removed from the mix. The Sun, therefore, looks yellow for us here on Earth.

Due to Rayleigh scattering, most of the light of shorter wavelengths (blue, violet, and green) are scattered away multiple times, leaving only lights of longer wavelength (red, orange and yellow) to pass straight through to the observer.

This is why a rising and setting Sun tends to take on spectacular hues of red, orange, and yellow.

And yes, I did have to look all of that up!

We’ve been speculating about the effect of less air and road travel on air quality during lockdown and read that the quality of the air that sunlight has to pass through also has an effect on the colour of sunrises and sunsets. Dust particles and pollutants tend to tone down the colours in the sky as well as impede light from reaching those of us looking from ground level. Because of this, the sky takes on dull hues of red and yellow when the air is full of dust and pollutants. This is why sunrises and sunsets in rural areas, over the ocean, and deserts are much more vibrant and colourful than over cities and urban areas. It’s information that’s very relevant to me having had eye operations which totally changed my perception of colours.

As lovely as our skies were in this rural area, I don’t think they compete with the views down at Rye Harbour looking out to sea.

and if you do want to head over to their Twitter account, they have a lovely few seconds of time-lapse video of the sunrise. It’s just lovely.

I’ve got more pink - not so vivid, but still pink.

The Egyptian Goose is a very distinctive looking small goose with its chestnut eye patches and pink legs and is a member of the shelduck family. In the wild it is invariably found in pairs or family parties. Flocks of 50 or more can be found after the breeding season.

They were once common along the entire Nile valley and in ancient times were regarded as sacred, but the Egyptian Goose is now largely confined to upper Egypt. It is, however, widespread and common throughout sub-Saharan Africa and there are introduced populations firmly established in England, Holland, Belgium and France. They were brought to Britain in the late 17th century as an ornamental bird for the lakes of country gentlemen and apparently as an exhibit at St James’ menagerie.

Photo Credit: my South East London Correspondent Ms NW tE

Egyptian Geese are early breeders, with pairs defending potential breeding sites from January onwards. Cavities in trees are favoured, but they may also nest on the ground.

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Unfortunately, as always happens with introduced species, which become ‘invasive; there are concerns over conflict with native species which have now lead to restrictions on keeping them in Britain and Europe.

The UK Invasive Alien Species (Enforcement and Permitting) Order 2019 came into force on Sunday 1st December. The Order implements requirements contained in EU Regulation 1143/2014 on Invasive Alien Species, which sets out rules to prevent and minimise the impact of the introduction and spread of non-native animals and plants across the EU. The Order makes it an offence, amongst other things, to import, keep, sell, transport, breed or release into the environment, any of the listed plants and animals. Invasive alien waterfowl currently covered by this Order are Egyptian Geese and Ruddy Ducks

Egyptian Geese on the lawns in front of Kensington Palace.

I was going to say that was the last time we saw any, but thinking about it, there were some on the lake at Petworth House when we went last year.

Males and females look alike,except the female is smaller and often has darker markings on the bill. Their calls are distinctly different. The male emits strong but hoarse hissing sounds, while the female makes harsh, trumpeting quacks. I’ve put a sweet little video of a pair towards the end of this blog.

The main concentration of Egyptian Geese in England, is at Holkham Park where recent counts have totalled as many as 170 birds. Indeed today, according to The Wildfowl and Wetland Trust. Norfolk holds over 90% of the national population of some 900 birds.

In their tropical African home Egyptian geese frequent rivers, marshes and lakes resorting to a wide range of nesting sites. Cavities and holes in trees and abandoned nests of other birds may be selected; also ledges on cliffs and banks.

Males will draw attention to themselves for the mating season with noisy displays and fierce territorial fighting both on water and on land. Rivals will stand or swim, breast to breast, continually attempting to seize each other's backs near the base of the neck, while beating with wings and even striking with feet. It all sounds very violent.

Once mating has taken place, following on from egg laying, the birds almost disappear until the time comes to escort flotillas of goslings to the water. Clutches of eight or nine eggs hatch after about four weeks. The downy chicks are similar in markings to those of the Shelduck (confusing, but as I said, they are related) Sadly, despite the clutch size, it’s often the case that only one or two young survive following predation by Crows and competition with Canada Geese and Greylags. I suppose like Pheasants, the large lay compensates for the mortality rate.

Male and Female getting vocal below...

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That it’s for today. sunrises and Geese. The Blog that just keeps on giving.

NOTE FROM THE KITCHEN:

Tonight’s supper is a roast chicken with tarragon, roast parsnips and potatoes and left over veggies including some really lovely ratatouille.

FACT OF THE DAY:

I was not wearing any pink. I was wearing a rust coloured jumper, which some of you may be familiar with and dark moss green trousers. What a fraud.

Research: waterfowl org and Birds of Britain

#egyptian geese #sunrise sunset wildlife country life rural nature photography

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deathofmyego · 5 years ago

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The Tragedy of Your 2nd Love

Lobster + Tina= Failure to Launch (twice)

4/16-3/17

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her. I was in my psychology class at nova. I am talking to my friend catching up, and in walks to me the most beautiful girl I’ve seen at nova so far. She sits near the front while in the back just wondering what her name is.

Fast forward a little bit (1st heartbreak in full effect) I am invited to a friends sorority event. I am feeling confidence for once feeling drunk (false) confidence rum does to a Puerto Rican and we’re all waiting in a big group. I turn to my left and see her, the same girl from my psych class. I tell my friend Janie to go up to her and ask if she goes to NOVA just to be 100% it’s her. She says yes then I am right there, saying hello and asking if we have the same psych class. I somehow manage not to shit myself

Later on in the night I ask her to dance (she so kindly rejects me saying maybe later after taking pics w her friends). At the end of the night I muster up the courage one more time go up to her and ask her for her number so we can “study” for our upcoming exam. The next morning I text her, and acted like I was confident. Then I told her how fucking excited I was to actually talk to her after being left on read and then sparks fly.

We were in constant communication, and I mean she read me like a fucking book. Knew my biggest insecurities, my dreams, aspirations. We became so close, so fast but there was one issue. That I till this day still regret putting her through. I wasn’t over my first love. In fact I was nowhere near ready for a relationship mentally. Of course being the idiot I am I selfishly tried to pursue a relationship knowing I wasnt ready. Things were great, we got along so well, had similar backgrounds, interests, and aspirations. I did everything I could to spend just an hour with her nothing could get in the way of that.

Then it hit me, I started falling for her. I proceeded to keep her distanced, causing stress in the relationship when she didn’t do a single wrong thing to me. Being the coward in fear, I ended it on the phone. Fast forward a solid 6 months I never let go of that feeling of caring for her. I got over my first love, dated around, and realized the fucking severity of the decision I made. I did exactly what was done to me. Hurt someone who wanted nothing but to love you.

Again because I’m an idiot (just a reminder) I message her on 12/24 I believe. Wishing her well, explaining to her how sorry I was for what I did, and that i didn’t expect to get back together but I thought she had the right to know. She messaged back in the morning (I believe Christmas morning).... once she messaged me, I knew we were gonna get back together

She despite all of her family and friends telling them not to speak to me ever again.... she sees me. We talk in my car for 8 hours discussing every aspect of the relationship and my position on what I want with her. She decides to have some sort of “probationary” period where we would be exclusive but nothing physical because she wanted to see if she could trust me. That I was perfectly fine with and had no problem reassuring her at every moment. Then I found out my grandmother was going to die in a few days. She supports me completely but I ask her to put her concerns on hold while I grieve because we would discuss how I hurt her for 4-8 hours multiple times a week. This wasn’t something she could do. We had a huge argument (just days after my grandmother died, parents split up, and finding out my dad is moving.)

(She doesn’t know about my parents)

Then we meet to discuss if the relationship can continue. I had every intention of making it work that night. My family told me to say something to her and see how she reacts. I don’t remember exactly what she said but I remember I was so mad. The roles were flipped from the conversation on Christmas and she was doing everything she criticized me about. She was just so defensive when she was in the wrong. She stormed out of my car. I sat there for 30 seconds thinking what do I do? I knew that if I stayed and got her there would be no way out of the relationship. If I left, I would be alone but I could deal with my family struggles without catering to someone’s every insecurity. So I turned on my car, and left her in her neighborhood. Fast forward a week it’s my birthday. I sat all day waiting for her to message me so we could work things out. That we just needed to cool off and take a short break from two alphas refusing to bend anymore. I never received any message and knew it was officially over.

Reflecting on this relationship, it just seems like timing was never in our favor. I obviously was an idiot and fucked up. I lost her trust in my actions after our first breakup and how selfish I was. I just couldn’t deal with it when my family was falling apart. I see that maybe we weren’t a great fit for each other but I’ve never felt that type of chemistry ever before. She would know what I wanted before I even thought of it. To this day I can’t comprehend the way she knew me so well.

I wish you well. I think so highly of you. I genuinely want to see you change the world through your career / life endeavors. I wish I could tell you this in person but you’ve made it clear no communication will ever happen between us unless we’re linked romantically. I will always love you but it’s just in such a different way now. I’m thankful for the man you helped make in a huge way.

The man I am today, the boyfriend who will do any and everything for his S/O. Taking charge of his family, and pursuing an education for a career to provide my own family one day. I wonder why you didn’t get to enjoy the fruits of your labor in me... it’s something I feel guilt over to this day but I pray you find the man you deserve, and live the life you deserve.

-D.O.M.E

Rachel Menken : Maybe. They taught us at Barnard about that word, 'utopia'. The Greeks had two meaning for it: 'eu-topos', meaning the good place, and 'u-topos' meaning the place that cannot be.

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workingontravel · 5 years ago

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“Why do you travel so much?”

(You can read a Swedish translation of this text here.) A couple of years ago, I realised that one of the people waiting for the same plane from Paris to Stockholm was a colleague, choreographer Dinis Machado. As we started talking about our lives, he told me of the hardships in a year of constant touring. There was something about the way he told it that is emblematic of a life that has been mine and still is for many of my friends. I began thinking about what it means for us to have this collective yet potentially lonely experience of intense travel for work. So the encounter with Dinis at an airport in Paris was somehow the starting point for this interview project. Because of this, he was the first person I wanted to interview. I asked him how he experiences his relationship to travelling; the history and future of that relationship. His answers gave me many stories. Here are a few of them.

Dinis Machado: My identity is based on processes of moving. With this I mean that my entire private life is adapted to migration as such, rather than to just touring for work.

I moved from my hometown Porto, the second biggest city in Portugal, in 2005, when I was eighteen. My passage through Lisbon was very formative in how I make art, but I always felt like a tourist there. Moving to the capital from the second biggest city, I was viewed a bit like a wannabe. The social networks I started building in Lisbon were, of course, much more fragile than for someone who had lived there all their life. At the same time, this anonymity had an amazing side. I moved to Lisbon at around the same time I came out as a gay person. I don’t know if it was a tactic really – I moved there because of art, but discovering my sexuality while being away from everything that was me before meant something to my possibilities of experimentation. New relationships happened in synchronicity with a new identity. We are in a time when sexuality is changing a lot. There are these apps that everyone uses. People have a very non-monogamic life in that sense. But I don’t think they always claim it politically. They do it on the side, in the dark, in the back corridor. I think because I don’t have a family pattern holding me in place, I allow myself to claim it. And my art is also more and more about that. This said, I am very interested in alternative ways of thinking about relationships, not only as a result of all my travelling, but also from the very beginning of my life. From the moment you stop believing that a relationship is only one thing, you also start to see the multiplicity of social structures. You can see what a relationship actually contains, with or without sex, cinema, talking about personal problems… Different structures and different qualities of intimacy interest me. The economic crisis in Portugal escalated when I was living in Lisbon. Even my mother, who is a primary school teacher working for the government, had her salary reduced. The salaries no longer adapted to inflation, and new taxes were added, so people were actually receiving less money. While I was establishing myself as an artist, it was more and more difficult to live on it. There was very little state funding for the arts. Institutions that used to have it lost it, and went for the project grants. Starting artists like me could not enter anymore. I always got money from a private foundation, but never from the government. The first year I applied, I was number three on the list of people closest to getting it, and when I left Portugal in 2012, when the crisis peaked, I was thirty places down.

This was a consequence of the right-wing politics inspired by the debt repayment requests from the IMF. But the loans that caused Portugal’s debt were used in a way that didn’t give anything of what the richer countries in Europe have. Repaying them just made things worse. At times, unemployment was around 40% for people below the age of 35. People were losing their houses to the banks, and foreigners bought a lot of the real estate. The percentage of apartments turned into Airbnbs in Portugal is just insane.

Nowadays, they consider the country to have recovered, because there are less unemployed people. But the jobs are stuff like baking, making beds or handing out keys for Airbnbs. There is low unemployment, but everyone has a 600€ job (which is the minimum wage in Portugal). All the big profits are leaving the country or going to the few who are already wealthy. Portugal’s situation is, in a way, approaching that of countries like Brazil, where the gap between rich and poor is widening.

For these reasons, it became more and more absurd for me to try to make a living from art. I was fed up, but I didn’t want to drop all my efforts and work in a café somewhere. So, I was moving more and more, within Portugal and sometimes abroad. No one really knew where I lived. I spent as little money as I could on accommodation, renting only when it was absolutely necessary for work. In the end, the only funding I could get in Portugal was a grant to work abroad. When I decided to leave Portugal, I had come to the conclusion that I shouldn’t start new relationships there. I suspended any attachment. Doing another art education was a shortcut to a context where I could continue to produce my work, while taking it easier for a while. I had been struggling so much. That is how I ended up in Sweden. But as a foreigner, you can’t get Swedish funding for studies. And the cost of living in Sweden is three times higher than in Portugal. Together with my mother, I managed to convince a bank to lend me 500€ per month for two years to study. I knew that it was practically impossible to live on that, but I just made a leap into the dark. This loan had a ticking clock built into it. Every month, I received less because they deducted the interest for the money I had already borrowed. So even though I started out with 500€/month, it was about 350€ towards the end of the two years. By that time, I was living on a boat with a nice community of students and artists. It was fucking cold in the winter, but in a way I loved it. But towards the second year, my situation got complicated, because my loan had shrunk a lot. I couldn’t get funding for my work in Sweden since I was a student. So I got jobs: as a bike messenger, as a nude model… But I still didn’t want to quit art or my studies to make a living. In the end, I asked to get the money from the loan faster. I took out the last 3000€ at once and bought a caravan. I parked it close to a public swimming pool in Stockholm where I had a gym membership. I lived there and used the showers at the swimming pool. Both the boat and the caravan were tough and lonely experiences in a way. But they were also extremely liberating. I allow myself to take risks now, because I know I can get by on very little. It will still be ok – or not ok, because it’s a very precarious way of living. But I resisted a certain minimum bourgeois life style by crossing these lines, and it made me conscious of how all of Europe is divided through them. Everyone in the EU supposedly has the same rights, but we know that this is’nt true. The southern countries do all the manual labour that the northern countries don’t want to do. Then, my life changed again. The Cullberg Ballet/Life Long Burning was offering this one-off grant for young choreographers and I got it. It allowed me to work, get new funding and do a production that was invited to the ImPulsTanz festival. That, in turn, led to a lot of touring. I’m still very much a touring artist. I tour to small venues, institutional festivals, places in South America… a bit outside the central European circuit. Maybe the fact that they don’t book me as much there has to do with that DIY aesthetics that they might lack some understanding for, because their material base is so different from mine. I do almost everything myself. My stage sets all fit in to a travelling bag, and they are small, foldable or inflatable. My friend says I will be a tent engineer when I stop being a dancer. Everything travels with me, and nothing is disposable. All this tent-ness of my work is practical for touring, but it’s also connected to the precariousness of my life. I very rarely stay in hotels. I tour with so little money. If a friend doesn’t host me, I usually book Airbnbs, despite what I have seen this business model doing to Portugal. Apart from my sets, I travel very lightly: my computer, one or two pairs of trousers and jumpers, seven t-shirts, seven pairs of socks, seven pairs of underwear. I “drag” normality in a way. As a performer, people have so many opinions about every step you take. I don’t feel I have the space to make statements. Even here in Stockholm, I use the same amount of clothes. I got used to it when touring. I own more extrovert and less masculine garments that I really like, but I use them mostly in performances, where it’s easier for me to embrace non-binary gender.

I had a different period in Sweden, for three years when I had a boyfriend and we were living together. Then we separated. When we split up, I lost so many parts of my life, not just the relationship but also my home and a lot of friends. Before entering the relationship, I had more of an alternative community around me that was very unwelcomed by my partner. At the time of the breakup, I was already distanced from some of the people who could have helped me. That year, I just travelled so much. Because I didn’t have an apartment, I just booked as much travel for work abroad as I could. At the same time, this was the first occasion in Sweden that I had a proper budget for a project. So I was attached to the country in that way, in a functional relationship with funding bodies. But I was physically exhausted from moving between countries, more than from touring. Touring is not a restructuring of life, but moving is. Touring became home. Travelling was a constant. I love trains. I love planes. I can travel for ten hours. It makes me feel safe. Phones are off, and there is this set time frame that I can use to focus on one thing at a time. Being on stage was a way for me to “turn off” during that period. Stages are one structure; you know how to operate there. In the midst of administration, travelling, arriving and setting up, that one hour of performing was actually peaceful. I think it’s because dancing is the only thing I have in my life that actually comes from a very early age. I started dancing professionally when I was six. It made me feel like I had a history. That is in contrast to always being surrounded by producers or others whom I had only met in the last three days. Or even friends in Stockholm – or in places where I toured – friends who had known me for less than three years. These people had no idea who I used to be, who I was in my early twenties. Almost the only thing that had been long-term in my life was that everything was short-term. All the things that were part of my personal life before the migration period were kind of erased. It was traumatic. At a certain point, there was only administration of all my travels, caravan problems, boat problems, money problems. All my narratives were about that. And then I made a piece about it. It’s called Cyborg Sunday.

The fact that I can work in English is what allowed me to survive in Sweden until now. My Portuguese is more or less gone. Nowadays, I think in English. When I speak English with someone here, we meet on common ground, since it’s foreign for both of us. When I try to get around with Swedish, the situation is very unequal. The other is speaking their native tongue, and I am speaking a language that I started learning “yesterday”. Maybe it’s about pride for me. I want to be able to express complex thoughts. I mean, I read philosophy. I’m not in a rush to speak baby language.

Until very recently, my life was an emergency of getting money to live. Because of that, I only speak coffee Swedish. I hear people saying it’s a game-changer to speak Swedish, but I think that’s a lie. Although I love how Sweden allows me to produce work, I doubt that I will ever be viewed as a Swedish person. It’s a very white context, super segregated. This is contradictory, since Sweden has a long history of hosting exiled communities and cultures. But there is a discomfort with the other. “Foreigner” comes before anything. Sometimes it can be like a tender otherness, but you will never pass.

A while ago, I started to use “we” when speaking about things going on in Sweden. “Because we here in Sweden do this and that…” People would get confused. I also applied for Swedish citizenship last September, to be able to vote and to make that symbolic gesture of belonging here. They told me I need five years in Sweden – I’ve been here for six – but I am only allowed to have travelled eight weeks abroad per year, because that’s what they consider a standard vacation. All absence from the country above those eight weeks is deducted from the amount of time I have lived in Sweden. So I’m not even close.

Now that my life is a bit calmer – I have an apartment, I manage to live ok on what I earn and so on – suddenly all these questions of who I am came back. For a while I was depressed. I was wondering where “I” am in all this administration of life. But I concluded that there could be no separation between work and self. Throughout my twenties, this is what became peculiar with my identity. I don’t care about traditional family values. My life just has another structure. My friendships are on and off and intense. I see friends in Chile or Brazil once a year, once every two years. We are like family, but we don’t talk so much when I’m not there. I hate digital communication, texting, and e-mails. We use the time when we are together. I arrive and it’s like it was yesterday. We just hang out 24/7. With my friends in Sweden it’s the same, in a way. I get in touch when I’m back from travelling, and I schedule seeing them. One thing that I do differently now is that I actually try to plan my work travel in a way that allows more space for these relationships. For example, I’m going to Brazil to perform for three days, but then I’m actually staying an extra week to be there with my friend and join her in her daily life and check out the art scene. I also have certain rules for myself now. I try not to travel more than two weeks per month. I prefer staying some weeks in one place, making several shows or teaching or something. I also prefer to engage local people when I need dramaturge or a stage assistant, rather than bringing a team with me. This is both for economic, social and political reasons; these cannot be separated.

You asked me what would happen if I couldn’t fly anymore. I try to imagine touring being organised so that you go from city to city by train on a consecutive route instead of flying all over. It’s not like me to say this, but I think that is very close to impossible today. I am already pushing the production structures so much to be able to just work. It’s extremely difficult to negotiate. You negotiate for years and when a date comes you just need to take it. Often, these are dates for festivals or specific empty slots in a programme and you just take it or leave it. There is rarely space to discuss this month or the other. I’m pretty concerned with environmental questions, but sometimes I feel people misplace the responsibility on the individual dancer travelling for work. It’s still far more environmentally friendly that a performer travels to present their work to a whole audience than the audience travelling to see the performance in a different place. To change the travelling patterns of contemporary dance would be possible, but not something artists can do alone, and I am not sure venues are so concerned that they would be open to restructuring the way they programme to make a difference. It seems easy to turn to a dancer and say, “Why do you travel so much?” But it’s extremely difficult to work around it within the established structures of production and touring.

#dinismachado #english #workingontravel #trainsandboatsandplanes

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findbeggar84-blog · 5 years ago

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Freelance Friday 045 – March 8 2019

While we got some snow this week my children were disappointed that there were no school closures. Do you remember listening to the radio before your parents even got up to see if school was closed? I certainly do, and I remember the world of possibility that was opened up with an extra day to go adventure in the snow.

What opens that adventure for you?

I’m also thinking/struggling with content again. I have some projects that would take a bigger time of focus to push them through to completion, but I’ve got a reputation for shipping weekly here and on YouTube. As always the question is, do I go deep and publish less or do I keep up the pace and sacrifice some research and deep time?

I’ve tried this in the past, and I couldn’t stop myself from publishing something regularly despite saying I’d take time away to do deeper content. Love to get a reply with your thoughts on it.

If you’ve found my content helpful then new in 2019 I’ve opened up a Patreon page. You can help ensure that more helpful content keeps coming.

I Shipped

Monday was all about sharing how I plan my months. I’m not sure I’ll do this every month because if nothing changes I’m not even sure what I’ll say, but the default for the first video of a month will be sharing my monthly planning with you.

Wednesday I talked about WPMU Dev, grace, and the willingness to have our ideas about a company changed. In that I say that if you’re not willing to question your ideas and give a second chance, this isn’t the right email list for you. The unsubscribe link is at the bottom.

Friday Five

1. What Steve did when he felt overwhelmed

I’ve felt the same way and while I didn’t do a Trello board, I did add a bunch of stuff to Things. You can see exactly what I’m doing if you follow me on YouTube.

2. Do we need Chrome?

Read Leiden writes:

The dominance of Chrome has a major detrimental effect on the Web as an open platform: developers are increasingly shunning other browsers in their testing and bug-fixing routines.

I’m not so sure about this, though I do think that we need browser diversity. I wonder what it would take to have the EU force Google to offer a “lottery” of alternate browsers in it’s search just like it force Microsoft to do in it’s operating system.

Sure you can choose a different search engine, but Google is the default and as much as I love DuckDuck Go, there are still times I have to turn to Google to get what I want.

Of note, I’m a Firefox user. After years of Chrome eating all the RAM I had Firefox Quantum was fast and awesome. Even with the issues of iOS not letting my specify a browser as default outside of Safari, more and more apps are letting my tell them which browser I prefer.

3. On Mental Toughness

James Clear:

Research is starting to reveal that your mental toughness — or “grit” as they call it — plays a more important role than anything else for achieving your goals in health, business, and life. That’s good news because you can’t do much about the genes you were born with, but you can do a lot to develop mental toughness.

As a long distance mountain runner it’s awesome to see the number of “older” runners turning out amazing performances. I’m reminded of Bronco Billy’s (Jeff Browning) results that just keep him in the top of the whole field at 48 years of age. In our local races the most competitive category is often the 40 – 50 group with 7 of the top 10 being in that range.

It’s not that the younger people are slower, far from it. Many times over shorter distances they’ll blow the older runners away, but when things get hard over hours and days of movement that mental toughness and experience of slogging it out keep the older runners on track.

The same goes for running a business. 10 year into running my business there are “troubles” that don’t even phase me. I listen to people just starting their business and remember being stressed about the same issues, but now they barely register on my radar.

If there is one thing that will help you make it in your business, it’s developing mental toughness so that when things get tough, you dig just a bit deeper and keep on going.

4. The bare minimum for listening…

Is to have learned something from someone else. listen to the rest of this for more awesome discussion on good conversation.

5. What man needs to know when 28 days have passed?

Caroline Criado Perez:

Going back to the theatre of Man the Hunter, the lives of men have been taken to represent those of humans overall. When it comes to the other half of humanity, there is often nothing but silence. And these silences are everywhere.

I feel like I’m more attuned to this with 3 girls as children than I ever was before. The article goes on to address how crash test dummies representative of only men increase female fatalities. How stab vests designed to fit men don’t protect female officers.

Being a dude I didn’t even think about some of the things mentioned here as designed to fit men, like:

a standard brick which most men can get their hand around, but few women can

a standard A1 portfolio

standard diameter wrenches and tools

standard safety clothing NOT designed for women’s hips and bust

We’ve got a long way to go.

Source: https://curtismchale.ca/2019/03/08/freelance-friday-045-march-8-2019/

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teagrl · 8 years ago

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Negotiations: Survivor’s Quest vs Balance Point

So apropos of Jedihafren’s post, I decided to ramble some more about the representation of the post marriage Luke/Mara ship in two of the EU novels to heavily feature them.

My distaste towards Survivor’s Quest is well documented.

I don’t know how many times I’ve forced myself to read it telling myself I MUST like it. I WANT to like it. But man, it’s always a hard read for me. I pulled up some quotes just to go into why Survivor’s Quest misses the mark where Balance Point doesn’t.

Like I said, I’m not writing so I may as well procrastinate and navel gaze on why stuff doesn’t work for me.

Actually, I love stories that deal with relationships and the process of negotiation and *work* that goes into them. I hate to say it but the fact that Zahn handwaves the real work of negotiation in a relationship is part of what puts me off from the novel. One of the parts I most had an issue with is in fact this one... lemme dig it up:

In Luke and Mara’s case, his responsibilities at the Jedi academy and her need to disengage herself in an orderly fashion from the intricate workings of Talon Karrde’s organization had kept them apart almost as much as they’d been before their wedding. Their moments together had been few and precious, and they’d had only a handful of the longer periods of togetherness that Han had once privately referred to as the breaking-in period.

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Luke turned back to the canopy, smiling out at the stars. Despite all the time they’d spent apart, he and Mara had a distinct advantage: They were both Jedi. And because of that, they shared a mental and emotional bond that was far deeper than most couples were able to forge in an entire lifetime together.

This irritates me to no end. Like it irritates me like in VotF when Luke names Mara’s abilities as the most important catalyst for their relationship. Here this seems handwavy and lazy, and a perfect reason why a lot of readers felt the Luke/Mara ship was overidealized (I feel that way too)

I get the meta text. The YJK books never mentioned Mara so Zahn was locked into having them long distance, but like long distancing is fucking hard. Don’t give me that bullshit of chirping birds it’s all lovely because of their Jedi bond (like how the fuck does that even work? Zahn doesn’t care -- he can’t wait to get to the mystery, at least motherfucking tell me how the bond works so I can try harder to buy the Luke/Mara Relationship of Heavenly Paradise)

I mean like I said I’m cranky and assholish, but I don’t want to read about a relationship that works like a well oiled machine with no hiccups. I want to read about the process by which couples compromise and meet in the middle. The one moment in the novel where this seems like it will happen is when Luke confronts Mara about her being invited to join the Empire. I seem to recall all that takes like a page, he offers to go with her, she declines. Case closed. Let’s look:

“You know what decision,” Luke growled, not really in the mood for coy. “About whether you’re going to take Parck up on his offer to join the Empire of the Hand.”

“That would certainly be something, wouldn’t it?” Mara commented thoughtfully. “All those people on Coruscant who never really liked or trusted me would have a Harvest Day special with that one.”

“I’m being serious,” Luke said.

“Hey, relax,” she soothed. “I’m joking. You know I’m staying with you.”

“I know that.” He braced himself. “What I meant was … if you really need to be there, I’m willing to go with you.”

“I know,” she said quietly, reaching over and taking his hand. “And you don’t know how much it means to me that you are.”

There’s more that’s kind of shoddily done about Mara’s survivor’s guilt, but I’m not talking about that here, so I’ll refrain from quoting, but this is the style. Their partnership is just rosy, and that’s mind numbingly dull for me. I don’t want them like bickering, but I do want a more realistic portrayal of a relationship *because* they’re both such independent people with a lot of responsibilities resting on their shoulders. That has to result in some tension that needs to be carefully ironed out.

Luke and Mara have been married for three years in Survivor’s Quest. Bond or no bond cohabiting or spending time together should always reveal matters that need to be worked through. That’s just fucking normal.

By contrast this from Balance Point is why that representation so hits the mark with me They’ve been married for EIGHT years at this point and still they have to negotiate things, especially now that Mara’s newly pregnant:

Luke uncrossed his legs and leaned forward. “You can’t deliberately risk that child.” The intensity in his eyes reminded her of the worst days of her illness, and his despondency.

“Do you think,” she answered, “that I ever—ever—deliberately risk myself? Grab some reality, Skywalker. If the Yuuzhan Vong get near Coruscant, I’m on the evac ship—in fact, I’m driving. But this isn’t even close to that danger level.”

His lips firmed. She could almost feel him preparing to outflank her—to bury her objections under patriarchal affection, or pull rank. Mara cherished her farmboy’s sincerity, but she refused to be sheltered.She wondered if arguing was simpler for women who couldn’t tell what their husbands would say next.

“My instincts are shifting,” she admitted, diverting his thrust before he could make it. “I’ve been running an inventory. I can already feel new hormones starting to kick in. I’m getting protective, too, Luke. Already.”

He leaned away from her, looking so wide-eyed hopeful that she hated to burst his bubble.“But in me,” she explained, “ ‘protective’ is active. I’m going with you. In fact, maybe I should take Anakin and head out,” she suggested.

“Then you could stay in touch with the Advisory Council. When they start using words like persecution, we have to pay attention.”

He arched his eyebrows. He didn’t want to be left behind, either!

I love so much about this exchange. The fact that her pregnancy and Luke’s instinct to try to protect her doesn’t come out of thin air, it comes from already having faced the prospect of losing her through illness. That’s specific character work right there.

I love Mara’s recognition of this (a good faith moment) and how she’s drawing lines, being strict, but not cruel or mean about it (it’s a nice tone-down without being toothless). When she says she’s getting protective too that’s EXACTLY what I mean by negotiation. Mara is trying to meet in the middle and say hey, I feel like you do, it’s just I express it differently. ( I’m not crazy about the biological determinism, but whatevs a girl can’t have everything ) Mara offers to take Anakin, so she’s not exactly alone. AND then she appeals to Luke’s sense of duty. Good work there showing an adult argument Tyers.

Mara’s recognition that *Luke* also doesn’t want to sit back is another really awesome moment. It seems here that Mara recognizes that as something apart from his protectiveness. Luke likes being active too. Of course he does. They BOTH do, it’s who they are and why they make sense as a couple.

There you go. One scene and Tyers colors in what a back and forth in a mature relationship looks like. No theatrics, but also no handwaving or short cuts.

I can’t remember any scene in Survivor’s Quest being like this.

#luke x mara #meta #the eu

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mitt hjärta (my heart) – pt. 2

Kim “Reignover” Yeujin, Martin “Rekkles” Larsson

~pt. 1~

The morning after a devastating loss, Yeujin is lost, but finds himself again. All because Martin is the beautiful soul that he is.

pt. 2 - lost but with you

October 26, 2015

The morning sunlight peeking over the rooftops of Brussels effortlessly slipped through the hotel window. The young Swede squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to get up, despite the blinding sunlight. He didn’t want to face yet another morning knowing he had failed to secure Worlds for Fnatic. They had been so close.

He wasn’t happy about having to play against Hyukkyu so early in the tournament. Yet, being 3-0’d by KOO Tigers felt even worse. He felt like he had failed not only his teammates, but also his fellow AD Carry whom he had promised that he would win Worlds for the both of them.

Sure, they were words, but they weren’t just words. There was a certain validity and promise in them that made it matter more to him. Call it cliché, but perhaps that was just simply how he was as a hopeful 19-year-old professional gamer.

The young AD Carry tightened his arms around the boy snuggled up tightly against his chest. The regret from not closing the blinds the night before quickly disappeared when his eyes fluttered open and was met with the lovely sleeping face of his Jungler. Even with the faint streaks of dried tears on his cheeks and a disheveled mess of red hair for a fiery halo, Martin couldn’t help but think how beautiful he still looked.

He wasn’t really thinking when he pulled back a little, using the backs of his fingers to gently rub the marks on the older boy’s cheeks. It was as easy – as necessary – as breathing to prove to himself that Yeujin really existed. Although his heart was still heavy with defeat, just being in the presence of his teammate made the weight on his shoulders feel just a little lighter.

Tracing the pad of his index finger along Yeujin’s soft features, he couldn’t help but smile the longer he stared. The soft breaths that tickled his sensitive neck made Martin’s heart flutter as he stared at Yeujin’s small, parted lips. Before he could catch himself, the young AD Carry had closed the space between them and pressed his thin lips against Fnatic’s sleeping beauty.

In a matter of seconds, he could feel the Korean’s lips move – albeit rather slowly – against his. The young Swede couldn’t help his smile as he peeked at the other boy underneath his eyelids. Yeujin had his eyes closed, but it didn’t take Martin much effort to realize that his innocent, little kiss had woken up his princess.

“Morning,” Martin managed to say once they pulled away from each other, effectively leaving them both breathless. That trademark smile of his was painted on his lips when Yeujin’s eyes fluttered open. The Jungler gently rubbed his eyes with his knuckle, a smile finding a home on his lips when a hand reached out to stop him from rubbing them. “That’s bad for your eyes.”

“Such a mom,” he joked quietly as he let his AD Carry pull his hand away from his face. “Sleep alright?”

The Swede subtly shrugged his shoulders as he ducked down and buried his face in the crook of his teammate’s neck. With a deep breath, he relished the warmth and naturally sweet scent that was Yeujin. Something about the Jungler’s presence made him feel relieved. As if nothing mattered anymore. Martin hadn’t felt happier since his return to Fnatic. Sure, the roster was almost entirely different, but Fabian, Seunghoon, and Yeujin only added more to the house. He was no longer the kid in the Fnatic family.

Or so he would like to believe, but he was still one of the kids age-wise. That didn’t stop him from feeling the need to act as an older brother with his past experiences in Fnatic.

Similar to how Martin felt a certain comfort in Yeujin’s presence, the young Korean Jungler found a sense of home around the AD Carry. Perhaps it was the way the Swedish boy held himself… or his scent… maybe his warmth…or just his whole being entirely.

Yeujin let his eyes gently fall shut as he ran his fingers through Martin’s pale, golden hair. He released a soft hum of contentment as he reveled in its smoothness.

“You need a haircut…” Yeujin mumbled with his face in the nest of golden locks. The words fell from his lips before he could even gather them up into a concrete thought. He subconsciously thanked his family for making him fluent in English at a young age.

Yeujin loved how he could speak without thinking in Martin’s presence. Some aura about the young Swede just naturally comforted him. Yeujin wondered whether the other boy was even aware of the effect he had on him.

A deep chuckle vibrated against the crook of his neck as the AD Carry shifted a little. A casual smirk danced on the corner of his lips, hidden away in Yeujin’s collarbone. “What? I just cut my hair like a month ago.”

“Yeah,” Yeujin interrupted himself with a yawn. “But it’s long again.”

Martin moved his head to peek up at the Jungler, and a small frown formed on his pale lips when he caught the older boy in his habit of rubbing his eyes. In a few moments, the young Swede wrestled his fingers from his eyes and – rather excessively – had Yeujin’s thin arms pinned beside his head.

“Stop, it’s bad for you – your eyes.”

A pang of guilt shot through Yeujin’s body from the center of his chest when he looked up into the bright and clear ash irises of his … lover? Admirer? Boyfriend? None of those labels seemed to fit, seeing as they’ve never set anything in words.

They weren’t in any relationship, at least not any romantically labeled ones.

They weren’t boyfriends. That would’ve made things overly complicated.

Yet, they were definitely more than just teammates. More than just friends, but friends with benefits didn’t do their relationship any bit of justice.

Neither of them have ever explicitly spoken their affections. Martin never brought it up, so Yeujin didn’t pay it much thought. Nor did he think it to be of any importance. Besides, what they had was already very comfortable to him and he never thought that anything needed to change. Until he spent the night before in Kyungho’s hotel room…

Martin caught the flash of guilt across his eyes, but mistook it for physical pain. “Sorry, did I hurt your wrist?” he asked softly while gingerly pulling the hand on Yeujin’s right wrist away.

“No, I’m fine.” Yeujin attempted to hide his guilt with a smile that failed to reach his eyes. He held back a sigh of relief when it seemed like the other had bought into his façade. Martin leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the injured joint, looking like the golden-haired angel everyone knew he was.

When he pulled back up so that he was hovering over the Jungler, Martin laced his left hand’s fingers with Yeujin’s right. The sweet and pure smile the Swede gave made the Korean’s heart flutter in joy, yet also clench painfully in guilt.

He felt – no, he knew – that he didn’t deserve any of this. Any of Martin’s precious love. In stark comparison, Yeujin was such a flawed character. Martin had everything together in his life. He knew what he wanted. He treasured his relationships with his family and all the other players in the EU scene. He freely expressed his affections towards Yeujin no matter the time and place. Yeujin was almost the complete opposite. He didn’t know what he wanted, he could barely tell the difference between simple, sexual attraction and shameless, honest love. He’s lost more meaningful relationships than he’s kept. He’s always too wary of other opinions outside of the house to entirely reciprocate Martin’s heartwarming affections. Perhaps it was the cultural environment he grew up in, which had condemned romantic behaviors between two males. It wasn’t a good excuse to Yeujin, though. No excuse could justify his right to be loved by the wholesome Swedish boy. In his eyes, Yeujin was too broken, too messy of a person for wonderful, little Martin.

And now, Yeujin knew for a solid fact that he didn’t have any right to accept Martin’s affections. It was simple. He didn’t deserve it, because he couldn’t accept it whole-heartedly. His lingering feelings for Kyungho dug its malicious claws into his heart, refusing to let go and let him accept the knowledge that the Korean Top laner didn’t love him the same way. They refused to let him move on and happily enjoy his time with Martin before he needed to return to Korea for his mandatory military service. He couldn’t just take Martin’s love without giving anything in return. That wouldn’t be fair to him.

The night before their match against the KOO Tigers, Kyungho invited him over to his room to catch up since they hadn’t gotten to talk much after his move from South Korea to Germany. The first few months after Yeujin joined Fnatic, he let the distance between them grow without realizing it. He had constantly worried about fitting in and making sure to pull his weight – to live up to the name that came with Fnatic. Thankfully, his English hadn’t been an issue, but that was only one less thing to worry about. He often stressed over having good gameplay and good publicity, all while striving to prove to the worldwide community that ‘Reignover’ wasn’t “Game Over.” As a result, he rarely called home, much less his old teammates on Incredible Miracle. If Kayli didn’t schedule in a Skype call every two weeks he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hold himself together as well as he did. Not that that had been any good in reality.

With all his worries also came the sense of betrayal he felt when looking at Kyungho’s Kakao Story, which consisted of many pictures of him and Seohaeng. It wasn’t like they had ever dated. It wasn’t like Kyungho was attracted to him – another boy, mind you – as much as Yeujin had felt “sinfully” attracted to him. The only one he had ever dared to tell of his preferences – which were looked down upon by his country’s culture – was Kayli, who had pleasantly surprised him with being so accepting.

Facts aside, Yeujin knew he had no right to feel the way he felt when he saw those snapshots of Kyungho’s daily life. It took him until almost the end of the Spring Split for Yeujin to decide not to let Kyungho – or rather, the thought of Kyungho – hold him back from living his life to the fullest and enjoying Europe as is.

Martin in his sweet, thoughtful, and well-intended existence just so happened to stroll into his life. As much as he tried to resist and keep the promise to himself not to fall down the same path he had with Incredible Miracle’s Top laner, something within him kept insisting that the Swedish AD Carry would be different.

Perhaps it was the way the young boy held himself with a nice balance between confidence and modesty. It could’ve been how naturally Martin touched him, as if simply playing with his hair was nothing more than an expression of close friendship. Maybe it was that beautiful smile that matched his sparkling, ash-blue eyes. Or potentially the kindness with which he showed Yeujin – knowing his boundaries with teasing the Jungler and respecting him when he expressed his opinions, unlike a certain Korean boy who shot down everything he offered with a smug smirk.

What he believed to be a passing crush hasn’t disappeared, even to this day.

There should’ve been no surprise that when he paid Kyungho a visit and found a spark that relit his affections for the jokester of a Top laner, he found himself confused and conflicted.

Yes, they had never established anything, but with all the affections Martin had showed him, they may as well have told everyone they were dating. Yeujin didn’t need them to explicitly state anything for him to feel as though he had cheated on the younger now.

It wasn’t even because he had shared anything with Kyungho. No kisses. No affectionate touches. Not even a friendly hug when he left the hotel room. Yet, just knowing those feelings were resurfacing made him feel as though he were betraying his AD Carry and all his well-intended feelings.

Don’t get him wrong, Yeujin knew he felt something strong towards Martin, be it love, sexual attraction, or perhaps both. Each time they shared a kiss – chaste or wanton – his heart would thump excitedly against his chest. Each time Martin embraced him in his arms, his heart would run a marathon before he could hold it back. Each time Martin played with his fiery hair or his lithe fingers, he would feel a certain giddiness that made him barely able to speak coherent sentences in either English or Korean.

“Are you sure you’re alright…?” his eyes caught the worry in the young Swede’s bluish-grey irises. His light-colored eyebrows furrowed in concern when he stared deeply into Yeujin’s darker-colored eyes.

The worry Martin expressed over him, and the fact that he even caught the discomfort in the first place, made Yeujin feel unreasonably happy. It showed that Martin cared. Sure, that fact was blatantly obvious, but having the confirmation was reassuring to Yeujin. Whether he deserved it or not, knowing someone in the world – other than his mother and siblings – cared deeply for his well-being filled his heart with warmth.

Yeujin gave the boy a rather sad smile as he raised a hand to gently caress his pale cheek. “Yeah. I’m…fine,” he breathed quietly, trying to make his lie convincing while he craned his neck to plant a playful kiss on the AD Carry’s nose. His half-hearted effort never managed to slip past the younger’s observant nature.

He brought it upon himself. Yeujin should’ve known he wouldn’t be convincing enough with such effort.

The young Korean couldn’t hold back the whine in his throat when Martin slowly sat up and a rush of cold air swept across his body. The only thing guarding him from the chill of the hotel room had been Martin’s warm body.

“What’s wrong?”

No, no, no…

Confrontation.

There wasn’t very much he hated more than confrontation.

“Nothing…”

“It’s not nothing,” Martin’s playful smile was gone, replaced by an expression of unhappy concern. Yeujin caught the plea in his eyes and he could feel his own heart break at the sight. He shook his head. He didn’t want to risk hurting the younger boy anymore by mentioning the Top laner of the team they had lost to last night. He shook his head a second time, as if to rid his mind of any such thoughts. The AD Carry seemed to read it as his refusal to reveal what was wrong, so he took a guess. “Was it…is it about last night?”

Yeujin flinched at the mention. Martin guessed that he reacted in such a manner because of what he also felt: the pain of losing 3-0 after a successful season and on their home field.

Although that may have been part of it, it was more of how loud the words had sounded in the eerie silence of the hotel room that made Yeujin flinch.

Before the Korean could even muster up a coherent sentence to explain his thoughts, Martin continued: “It’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault, so please don’t…don’t try to bear the burden yourself. We’re a team. As a team, we know how to, and will, grow. You saw us this summer.”

With one hand, Martin reached over to lace his fingers with Yeujin’s again, giving his smaller hand a firm squeeze. He knew that Martin’s words were nothing but the truth, but he could only nod to acknowledge that he was listening. That he understood.

“We’re strong. All of us. Sure, we were beat by KOO this time,” he choked on his words as tears threatened to fall. Yeujin gave a gentle squeeze to Martin’s hand. The feeling they had had on the stage right after the semi-finals had returned – not quite as strong, but it was still powerful enough to put both boys on the brink of tears. The Jungler wanted to comfort the younger boy, but it was already tough enough for himself to come to terms with what he was saying. Yeujin settled for tightening his fingers around Martin’s. “We’ll practice so hard when we get back after break. We’ll practice and we’ll beat everyone. We’ll show…we’ll show them that Fnatic isn’t dead. We’re still strong. We’ll get stronger and we’ll beat them next year. We’re not done.”

Midway through his little speech, a stray tear escaped from his eyes and trailed down his cheek. If Yeujin’s heart had cracked from the painful pressure of his earlier thoughts, it completely shattered while Martin spoke. He raised a hand to the back of the younger boy’s neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads were pressed together. He hadn’t realized how cold his hand was until he had it pressed against the warmth of Martin’s neck.

It felt…comforting.

The warmth spread from his palm to the rest of his limbs. Yeujin closed his eyes as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against the other boy’s watery eyes. The tears were salty to the taste, but the frustration he felt towards his thoughts of Kyungho had nearly disappeared, replaced by a heavy sense of bitterness.

Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing except his desire to comfort Martin. To tell him that he was right, that they would return as an even stronger team than before. Everything else disappeared around him as his fingers tightened around Martin’s, a grip that seemed like he was holding on for dear life. Yeujin closed the space between them and bittersweetly pressed his salty lips to the younger’s. The taste of tears swirled between their tongues as he made sure the kiss was gentle and at least somewhat comforting. Scratch that, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to convey in the kiss, but he let his mind and body run free on his emotions.

What they were, he wasn’t sure.

But, it didn’t matter.

Watching as Martin attempted to comfort him and broke down himself made Yeujin realized what it was that he felt.

I love him.

There was no more doubt left. It didn’t matter that Kyungho was part of him before, or even still was a small part of him.

Martin was here in front of him. Right now.

Martin has been here with him.

Martin cared, and he knew that Yeujin cared.

He hated that it took this long for him to realize this, with tears running down their cheeks and their lips locked. He didn’t need anyone else. Martin understood him, and he still wanted him with all his small – and not so small – faults.

Martin was the first to pull away, despite Yeujin’s lungs burning for air. No words needed to be exchanged as they comfortably listened to each other’s heavy breaths, sitting in the bed with nothing else but their tears and thoughts to bother them. No words would suffice for what they felt.

But they said it anyways.

“I love you.”

An amused smile found itself a home on Yeujin’s lips when he realized they had said it at the same time. No context was needed, or rather it didn’t need to match the context. Those three words could mean nothing to someone else, but between them it meant more than just their affections.

I love you.

It meant everything. Their dedication, their trust, and a promise.

~pt. 3~

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter~ I hadn't really expected to give it so many chapters at first, but it's happening(?).

Thank you so much to @aeonwing for being my reliable beta <3 I'm sure it was a pain re-reading so many times ;;~;; but it would be like this without you.

#reignover #rekkles #rekkover #fnatic 2015 #still angsty as always ofc #help >~<#of course I complicate everything more than usual though...#slightly fluffy #fnc reignover #fnc rekkles #fnatic #fanfiction

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