#don't deny your attraction wally

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If you're feeling sad

POV: you're feeling down on yourself when you enter the neighborhood.

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🏠 He'll give you a sympathetic look, and try to attract Wally or any other neighbors to your location.

🏠 if no one's around or busy, He'll try to offer his best means of comfort, which is his usual onomatopoeia.

"Creeeak... squeak.. creeeek..."

🏠 you understood some of it, but not all of it.

🏠 If you're sitting close enough to his side, he'll try to "pat" your back with his window shutter.

🏠 wishes you were small enough so he could invite you in to wait for Wally.

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Wally

🎨 he can't stand to see you upset. He'll notice your dimmed demeanor and ask you what's wrong.

🍎 He'd be very upset you didn't see your beauty the way he did.

"Oh neighbor. Don't you know that you're the absolute most to me?"

🎨 he'd try to make you feel better by painting your spikes or nails, or just a painting for you in general.

🍎 When none of which work/are denied, he'll reside to sitting beside you, if you're laying on your belly, he'll hug your cheek and reminds you that he "Loves you very much."

👁 will try to track down whomever made you feel this way to "talk" with them.

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Barnaby

🦴 He'll somewhat sense you're feeling off, but if you're visibly saddened he'll ask you outright if you're okay.

🐶 He'll visibly wilt at how you upset you were as he couldn't bare the fact you felt so bad. He'll even take off his hat.

"Aw... s'ok kid... you know you could talk to your ol' blue buddy Barnaby if ya need to."

🦴 He'll try to lighten your mood with a few jokes from his stand-up acts or try to perform a few tricks for you if he had any props on hand.

🐶 if none of those really work, He'll lay his head on your lap. If your laying on your belly, he'll lay his head on your hand.

🦴 He'll either sit there with you and offer words of comfort or just remain silent until you're feeling better. Sometimes he'll even lick your cheek.

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Julie

🪀 She'll notice it right away; she can detect the somber aura in your presence and lack of enthusiasm and ask you what's up.

🧸 Her cheery demeanor would lower almost instantly. Your feelings were very important to her.

"Aw... Don't worry, I'm here to help!"

🪀 seeing that you weren't up for physical games, she'd try games like "I spy" or find shapes in the clouds.

🧸 if you're laying on your belly, she'll sit beside your cheek, and idly trace shapes along your finger while having light-hearted chats with you

🪀 may doze off laying against your cheek, in which you'd also do.

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Poppy

🍪 Poppy can see it almost immediately, and would gently ask if you were feeling well.

🪶 Her heart would break for whatever bad feelings would plague you. Even if you were tall, she considered you to be her "child."

"Oh dear... is there anything I could do to make you feel better?"

🍪 she'll offer you something to eat, whether it be a baked pastry or anything you wanted in general.

🪶 if that is denied, she'll simply sit with you, either in silence or engages in lighthearted conversation, while knitting something.

🍪 sometimes, if she's feeling brave enough she'll perk herself onto her shoulder and preen your hair gently.

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Frank

🦋 he'll notice you aren't your usual bright self, and even if he's apprehensive with you, he'll still approach you and ask if you're okay.

📚 He'll actually be incredibly sympathetic, as he really didn't know what someone through your mind.

"O-oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

🦋 he won't really know what to do, and he'll upright ask if you wanted to talk about it.

📚 when you do open up, he's a very good listener, not missing a single word you say, and is very careful with his responses.

🦋 after a while, it will become a lighthearted conversation about a random subject.

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Sally

☀️ she knows an act when she sees one. She can see right through the "cheery facade" and will ask you upfront what ails you.

🎭 she'll have to keep from bursting into hysterics, as you were a paragon to her and for you to have such negative thoughts broke her spirit.

"Oh no... that simply won't do! Is there anything I can do to aid you?"

☀️ she'll try to keep her exaggerating to a minimum and try to offer you words of comfort.

🎭 If you're laying on your belly, she'll sit against your cheek, periodically doting over you and praising your existence.

☀️ her figurative and literal warmth might cause you to dose off with a smile on your face, to which she'll let herself dose off as well.

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Howdy

🐛 He'll see it in your posture, which was slightly slumped. When he got time to himself, he approached you and asked you if you were okay.

🛍 He felt terrible at how you felt. His inner older brother couldn't bare to hear such negative thoughts come from you.

"Ohh... Well... wait out here. I'm going on my break soon. Maybe we can talk about it."

🐛 true to his word, he did indeed spend his break with you talking with you, and offering words of comfort.

🛍 he sat on your shoulder, listening to you as you vented, while using all four of his hands to rub your hand best he can. [Optional if you have the appropriate hair type: he'll sometimes braid your hair.]

🐛 he'll offer you some of his stocks, and try to remain outside as much as possible to keep you company.

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Eddie

✉️ he'll see it in how you greet him; he knows a sad voice when he hears it. He'll ask you if you're feeling alright.

💌 he'll frown in sympathy, knowing how difficult it must be for one of your stature to deal with such negative feelings.

"Oh my. Don't worry. I'll always be here if you need me."

✉️ Once he's done with his usual routes, he'll notify everyone of your feelings via, you guessed it; mail!

💌 everyone almost immediately makes you letters, crafts and other various gifts, and he incorporated some of his own work into this.

✉️ once he delivers it to you, he'll sit with you and remind you on how much you mean to them, and that everyone's willing to help you.

Hope this brightened up your day, lovelies~ ❤️

This idea is from a commenter from my Wattpad book.

If there’s any ideas you’d like to share, asks are open.~

[notafunkiller]

you can't open your mouth without spreading complete lies, can you? Her official bfs list begins in 2010 with James Rousseau. A simple Google search shows the 3 of them together lol http://www.wireimage.com/celebrity-pictures/James-Rousseau-Annabelle-Wallis-and-Luke-Evans-attend-as-Elizabeth/155757666// But she never denied the rumors she dated Luke Evans. What I mean at the time Luke Evans was the it man and Annabelle always linked herself with popular, successful men! It's the reason why some people in general public thought she dated Evans. It was a win win for both of them. People weren't clear about Evans sexuality and they spoke about Annabelle without her making any effort. This pic is telling. I don't dislike Annabelle but it's a fact,she was very thristy ( maybe still is?). Tabloids weren't very kind with her ( not only fangirls) and people in comments of articles about her( it was very popular years ago)were awful and not all of them were part of fandom. Annabelle has a vibe about her and it isn't good. Doesn't mean it's true and she is like that but still. You can go on and on and try to defend her and pretend,it's just jealous Seb fans or her exes. I knew about Annabelle before I knew about Seb or Pine. And I never was a Cosplay fan or Gwyneth watcher. Annabelle always was like that, it's the british Minka Kelly. Annabelle can play the game very well,she isn't naive. And I think it's one of the reason Seb is attracted to her. She is more a socialite than an actress,she sells her image. Nothing wrong about that, it's just a fact.Sorry for the rant.

Don't apologize! Thanks for sharing the info.

[bloodynosesarejustlikeroses]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧!

✦; ꒰Conner Kent ✗ Male!Reader꒱ ;;✦ ↴

01. Summary. You managed to infiltrate in an enemy meeting, all seems to be going well until one of the V.I.P. guests shows an obscene interest in you, getting on Conner's nerves.

02. Word count. 3,661 words.

03. Warnings. Cursing, sexual harassment (Nothing really explicit), violence, and alcohol consumption.

04. Notes. I think it is more than obvious that I was inspired by the squid game to write this.

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(English is my second language, so if something sounds out of place or is misspelled, please let me know).

— The mission is simple, you will have the opportunity to infiltrate into one of the enemy's meetings and obtain information that could be valuable to the team. — Batman continued with his explanation, this time using holographic images to show the place where the meeting would take place. — The place is always the same, although the pattern of each meeting was confusing, Aqualad and I managed to deduce that the next meeting will be in four days.

— How do we get in? — Conner asked, taking a step forward and capturing everyone's attention.

Batman turned his gaze to Kaldur, giving him a nod to continue.

— At each of the meetings they hire a staff of about 100 people, including cooks, bartenders, and waiters. — This time the image on the screen changed, showing what appeared to be the waiters Kaldur was referring to, all wearing the same clothing, but what caught your attention was that they all seemed to hide their faces behind masks.

— So we're going in as waiters?— Conner didn't seem very convinced of the plan.

— No, not all of us will get in, each staff member has a personalized ID to avoid intruders, and despite our efforts, we could only manage to falsify two of the IDs. — Everyone seemed a bit surprised by Kaldur's words, feeling anxious to know who would go in.

— For some reason that we unknown, they only accept men on staff, which automatically disqualifies Artemis, and even though M'gann can change her physical appearance we decided to leave her out since she will be the one who will be in charge of the mental link that will allow you to keep up with the infiltrators. — Artemis and M'gann seemed to agree to Batman's words, so he continued. — Aqualad and Superboy are the best choices for infiltrators considering their abilities and strength, yet both are easily recognizable to the enemy, which leaves them out. — Kaldur seemed to agree with that, but Superboy didn't. — That leaves the three of you. — Everyone's attention quickly turned to Robin, Kid Flash, and you. — Kid Flash, your skill and ability cannot be denied. — A smug smile appeared on Wally's lips as he heard Batman. — But I don't think you're the right one for this mission considering how hard it's for you to keep a low profile. — Wally's smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived. — Robin and (S/H/N) will be the infiltrators. — You just nodded accepting your place in the mission, you could feel how Conner tensed next to you, with a slight movement you took his hand in yours hoping that no one would notice, due to the unexpected contact you managed to attract the attention of the black-haired boy, you gave him a small and quick smile that seemed to calm him momentarily.

— As I mentioned before, this is only a recognition mission to collect information, so you are strictly forbidden to start any kind of fight, your only job is to attend the guests and be attentive to your environment collecting any information that may be beneficial to the team. All the waiters are scanned before having access to the facilities where the mission will take place, for which reason, you will not have any type of equipment.

— You mean you would send them to a place they don't know completely helpless? — Conner seemed alarmed at the fact that Batman would send you into enemy territory disarmed.

— Conner… — You whispered to him a little embarrassed by his outburst, but he didn't seem to notice that you were calling him.

— If they follow all the instructions given to them, they will not be discovered, therefore, there will be no need to fight or be armed. —

— And what are we going to do? Sit around waiting for them to be killed? — Conner's annoyed tone persisted in his voice which put the rest of the team on alert, everyone knew that an angry Conner was synonymous with trouble.

— No. — Batman answered Conner's question, the screen that showed the images changed again, this time showing a map of the place of the meeting and another building. — You will be here, it's an old abandoned building, if things get out of control, you will have the opportunity to interfere.

Conner's fists clenched in dissatisfaction at the answer to his question, but Batman quickly ended the meeting since, according to him, there was nothing more to discuss.

[•••]

— You know they can't force you to go, right?

A small sigh escaped your lips as you finished buttoning the black shirt you were supposed to wear as part of the waiter's uniform to infiltrate. You had gone to your room to get ready, but of course, your boyfriend was also there trying to change your mind.

— I know Conner.

— So why don't you refuse? — You could hear the uneasiness in his voice, you turned around finding yourself face to face with your boyfriend, his features showed nothing but concern, you slowly moved one of your hands to hold his cheek, he responded by melting into your touch, his hands moved to your waist shortening any distance between you.

From the moment the two of you started dating Conner had assumed a much more protective attitude towards you, you believed it was mainly because you didn't have superpowers, you always appreciated his concern, but you wanted him to know that you could stand on your own, that you were just as strong as everyone else on the team. Your lips were only inches away from touching, you leaned in a little closer, and finally, your lips touched. It was a sweet and slow kiss, just what both of you needed.

After a couple of seconds, you pulled away from his warm lips to catch your breath. — Everything will be all right, Conner, I promise... — You wanted Conner to trust your abilities, you wanted him to know that you were fine on your own.

— What if it is not? — He asked still with negativity.

— Then... You'll save me, you always do... — You said not quite happy with your words, after all, you didn't want to be saved.

[•••]

You and Robin had arrived at the place where the meeting would take place, all the waiters were in a line waiting to be scanned, Dick had entered first than you.

You were the next to be scanned, the scanner didn't detect anything unusual about you and your fake ID wasn't a problem either.

— Go ahead. — One of the soldiers said, you just nodded and walked to where all the other waiters were going.

You slightly adjusted the mask that covered your face, remembering something that Kaldur had told you before leaving... "Whatever happens, do not take off your masks, or they will kill you", it seemed that the host of the meeting took the privacy of his workers very seriously, for that reason, it was totally forbidden for you to take off your mask.

You continued walking until you reached a huge hall where all the guests and the rest of the waiters were, you quickly identified Dick, and without wanting to waste any more time you started to serve all the guests who needed it, either serving drinks, bringing them food, etc... The speed and skill with which you moved between the tables didn't go unnoticed by the soldiers who looked at you with curiosity. And you hadn't even noticed that until one of them approached you ordering you to follow him, you gave a quick glance to Dick who was already looking at you with some fear, you turned again and followed the soldier who led you out of the main hall through the huge hallways of the place until you reached a particular hallway that seemed to be quite isolated from the others. Your heart was pounding, you were afraid of being discovered and risking the mission, but you were not the only one who felt that way, Conner was more than ready to jump in to defend you, but surprisingly the team managed to hold him back until they knew exactly what was going on.

You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn't notice that the soldier had stopped in front of what appeared to be a door at the end of the hallway, you stopped abruptly almost bumping into his back, but you recomposed yourself when you saw that he turned to you holding his gun tightly.

— Behind that door are the VIP guests, they are hard to please and more important than all the people you served before, they seem to have quite a bit of experience and agility as a waiter, so you will be in charge of serving them, understood?

— Yes, sir. — You answered without hesitating a single second.

The doors in front of you opened revealing a room so much smaller than the large hall from before, the decorations were quite exotic, but without a doubt what stood out the most about the place were the people that were there, their faces were hidden behind extravagant animal masks colored in vibrant gold.

You walked confidently into the room ready to fulfill the whims of the "V.I.P. Guests."

[•••]

About forty minutes passed in the room and nothing interesting had happened, none of the V.I.PS guests seemed to need anything, except for the man with the mask of what seemed to be some feline, probably a tiger, who had called you more than once to refill his glass with Whisky.

— Hey!— You quickly turned your head towards the calling voice, it was the man with the tiger mask waving his glass in the air making it clear that he wanted you to refill it again.

You slowly approached him with the bottle of Whisky in your hands and filled his glass again, you were about to go back to your place but he grabbed your arm firmly preventing you from moving.

— Stay here, I don't want to have to keep calling you. — You swallowed thinking of a quick answer.

— I'm sorry sir, but I must serve the other guests. — You said neutrally.

— Hey! Do you guys have a problem with the boy staying with me? — Quickly the other guests turned to you, but none of them seemed to mind at all, to which they all denied.

You had no choice but to take a seat next to the man. About 10 minutes passed when you could feel how his gaze was totally focused on you, but you still remained calm in your place. It was then when one of his hands moved towards your thigh that you went on alert, you slyly turned your face down just to see how his hand moved down your leg, a huge feeling of disgust came over you when you felt his touch on you but there were two armed guards in the room, so even if you tried to defend yourself, the probability of escaping unharmed from the guards was quite low, you had to remain stoic. And certainly, you weren't the only one who felt disgusted in those moments, your teammates also witnessed that touch through the telepathic link, they all felt extremely uncomfortable and impotent, but they tried to remain calm, or at least almost all of them tried, Superboy's fists were clenched in anger, even his teammates could feel the anger radiating from him, but Batman's orders had been clear, they could not interfere unless it was totally necessary or unless you or Dick asked for it.

As the seconds passed your discomfort became greater and greater, but feeling his grip move away from your leg made you feel relief, relief that was gone as quickly as it came.

— You have such beautiful eyes. — You turned your head slightly towards him, your expression behind the mask was one of pure disgust, he didn't even give you time to respond when he gave his next command. — Take off the mask. — You went blank for a few moments before giving him your answer.

— But they will kill me if I take off my mask. — By this point, you were beginning to feel anxious.

— And I'll kill you if you don't. — He extended his hand towards your face determined to get rid of your mask, your heart stopped in your chest, the panic was taking over you, but you were not the only one, the team that was witnessing everything that was happening were as nervous as you, they were ready for your next move to determine if they should interfere or not. Before his hand could reach your mask you held it lightly, not knowing what to do when an idea crossed your mind.

— Please, take me to a place where we can be alone… — The tone of your voice was soft and fearful. You caught a glimpse of lust in the man's eyes causing you to feel even more disgusted and vulnerable, but once he and you were alone, he would be the vulnerable one.

The man quickly stood up from his seat still holding your hand, you copied his movements and stood up to follow him leaving the room with the V.I.P. guests behind.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team was stunned by your response, you seemed to have the situation under control, but still, they could not help but feel uneasy imagining the things that man was thinking of doing to you, and undoubtedly the most affected was Conner.

— Well, what are we waiting for to interfere?! — Superboy demanded to the rest of the team.

All eyes turned to Aqualad in wait for an order, and he quickly communicated with you through the psychic link.

— We are ready to interfere (Y/N), we will do it on your command. — You heard Kaldur's calm voice in your head, the fact that the team was already ready to act made you feel a little safer.

You were about to answer Kaldur telepathically, but you were interrupted by the sound of a door opening, you had forgotten the situation you were in.

The man led you into a sophisticated bedroom, his hand finally released yours.

— Get on your knees… — Your mouth opened in surprise due to the sudden order, but you obeyed.

He was standing over you, observing your figure, his hand moved to the bottom of your mask gently removing it.

— Wow, this isn't the kind of face you hide under a mask. — His rough hands held your chin forcing you to look at him.

At this point Conner was burning with anger, the image of another man touching your skin was enough to make him lose his mind.

— Now... Take off your clothes….

— That's it. Fuck the mission! — Without waiting for a second longer Conner launched himself from the building where he was, breaking through the roof of the meeting place, landing right in the hall where all the guests were.

Dick's eyes widened, after all, if the team had interfered it was because something bad had happened.

— Superboy! — Kaldur tried to get Conner's attention as the rest of the team arrived on the scene.

The shots of the guards in the place were immediate, the bullets touched his body, but Conner couldn't care less, instead, he began to run following the direction he had seen through the telepathic link.

You heard the gunshots in the distance, the man also seemed to hear them lowering his guard, you were about to get up and attack, but before you could do so the door to the room came down in a thunderous crash revealing your boyfriend looking red with anger.

— Conner! — You surprised shouted, but the boy totally ignored you and approached the man who had touched you.

Conner's punches hit one after another in that man who collapsed unconscious in less than a second, but Conner seemed to want more, he knelt to continue hitting him, but you interposed yourself taking his arm strongly finally attracting his attention since he came to the room.

His face softened a little as he saw the fear on your face, you weren't afraid of him, you weren't afraid for that man's life either, you were afraid because you didn't want Conner to cross that line of no return by murdering someone.

You were about to say something, but you didn't have the chance because Conner took you in his arms leaving the place and the team behind. In other circumstances, you would have reproached him for his actions, but all you wanted was to be in his arms.

[•••]

The beautiful sound of the waves crashing against each other was enough to clear your mind and make you forget the horrible experience you had had not more than 20 minutes ago. For some reason, Conner had decided to bring you to the beach, you thought he wanted to talk with you about what had happened, but he hadn't spoken to you since you arrived, he had simply been focused on the waves.

Slowly and slightly unsure of what to say you positioned yourself next to him clearing your throat.

— I think we should go back with the rest of the team Conner, I don't think Batman will be happy about how the mission turned out...

— Is that all you care about?! For God's sake (Y/N)! That man was totally going to... But all that matters is the mission and what Batman will think of it! — Your eyes opened in surprise at Conner's words, he seemed to be more affected than you were. — I mean, why didn't you let us interfere?! You didn't even know if that man had a gun or what he'd do to you! — Conner's eyes showed pure anguish, and you could totally understand it, after all, you would feel the same way if you were in his place.

— Conner… — You moved closer to him and held his face in your hands, you looked into his beautiful blue eyes that at first seemed as cold as ice, but now were as warm as the ocean. — I didn't let you interfere because I wanted you to trust me and my abilities, I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't need to be saved, but I guess I failed... — Your tone of voice decreased slowly with each word. — You know Conner? Sometimes I feel like it's hard for me to stay on the sidelines with the team, you all have abilities that make you unique and powerful... In every battle, I try to push myself to my limit to feel that I can fight as hard as you, to prove that I'm at the same level as the team, but there are days when it's so hard... — Conner's eyes no longer reflected anguish, only sadness.

— Why didn't you tell me anything? — Your hands left his cheeks only to rest on his shoulders, you felt his arms wrap around your waist drawing you even closer to him.

— Because...It's embarrassing to admit out loud that I feel helpless being on the team.

— But you're not! Look, if you weren't enough for the team you wouldn't even be on it. I mean, Batman himself was the one who recommended you for the team. Many other heroes could have been here, but they chose you because you have what it takes to be on the team and much more than that. — You couldn't help but smile sweetly at your boyfriend, you knew Conner would never lie to you, and even if he did you would notice, and his words didn't seem to be a lie.

— Thanks Conner… — It would take time for you to get over your thoughts about not being enough for the team, but you knew that Conner would be with you every step of the way reminding you how indispensable you were.

One of Conner's hands left your waist to rest on your cheek, a small shiver ran through your body as you felt the coldness of his palm against your skin. His face approached yours and sweetly joined his lips with yours, unlike his hands, his lips were much warmer and had a taste that made you get completely lost in them. Sadly, you had to break the kiss to catch your breath.

— Sorry, for the mission, I shouldn't have interfered. — Now that things had calmed down Conner seemed genuinely embarrassed by his actions.

— It's okay. But I don't think I'm the one you should be apologizing to…

[•••]

— I know that my actions put you all in danger and ruined the mission, that's why I apologize — Conner quickly turned his gaze to you, with a simple nod you encouraged him to continue with his apology to the team. — To all of you…

The rest of the team remained in their places listening to Conner's words, despite how badly the mission had gone, none of them seemed really upset, except for Batman.

— Even so, your actions could have turned out worse, so you will be left out of the next mission as a punishment. — A gasp escaped from the lips of the entire team when they heard Batman, even though they knew it was fair they feared that Superboy wouldn't take it in the best way.

But Conner decided to remain calm and simply nod accepting his punishment.

— That's it, you're free to go. — At Batman's words, they left the place to go to their respective rooms one by one.

You and Conner walked to your rooms in silence with your hands clasped.

— It doesn't bother you to be left out of the next mission? — You asked with some concern to Conner.

— No, the team will be fine. — His face turned to you with a sweet smile. — Especially because you're in it. — You couldn't help but smile hugely and then throw yourself at Conner capturing his lips in a passionate and affectionate kiss that he gladly accepted.

You hated being rescued, but you knew that your Superboy would be there if you ever needed to be rescued.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Why wasn't Charles allowed to marry Camilla back in the day? I know it was a long time ago, but it was still far past the time when royal marriage alliances were necessary for securing allies or expanding dynasties. I don't think Camilla was a commoner either (or was she?). Why couldn't Charles marry for love? Why exactly was Camilla so objectionable to the BRF?

I love talking about this bc it’s manifold.

The thing is that technically, had Charles married Camilla against the family’s wishes, it would’ve been a big scandal.  But nobody was STOPPING him.  I think that he could’ve married her had he wanted to, and risked being disinherited, to be sure.  But...  the thing is.  That I also don’t think that Elizabeth II would’ve had the balls to tell Charles that he wasn’t going to be king because he married the girl he wanted to marry.  Not after the immense scandal of what happened with David--I don’t believe that she would have disrupted the line of succession in that way, or pushed Charles to give up his claim (because, though David was pushed, he did CHOOSE to abdicate).

Charles just didn’t have the balls.  And arguably, perhaps Camilla wasn’t ready at that point to be queen; Parker-Bowles was still in the mix then, and some biographers have argued that Camilla and Charles didn’t get that serious until after she married Parker-Bowles... Though this is done, I think, to minimize the degree to which Charles KNEW he was doing a fucked up thing by marrying Diana.  I think he wanted to marry Camilla before she married Parker-Bowles, and I think he knew that he wasn’t going to give Camilla up when he married Diana.  I also think that it’s totally possible that Camilla wasn’t ready to marry him quite yet.  She’s a very offbeat woman, and I think canny enough to recognize the magnitude of being Charles’s wife.

And though Charles and Diana’s marriage didn’t secure an ally, it was very much still the last dynastic marriage within the family.  Diana hit a certain criteria--she hailed from an extremely prestigious bloodline that had served royalty for centuries, with connections to the Duke of Devonshire and even the Boleyns.  She was beautiful.  She was virginal.  It was believed that she could be taught.  So it was a marriage made PURELY to further a dynasty, because she was the emblem of the type of queen that dynasty wanted to produce its next generation and indeed its next king.  Though they were politically powerless, the Windsors viewed Charles’s marriage prospects through the lens of breeding and image.  Some have said that his cousin Amanda, granddaughter of his uncle Mountbatten, was proposed to by Charles for exactly this reason.

And the family was worried about the inappropriate love marriage because they did associate it with Wallis Simpson, who even after she was sequestered off to Paris made them look bad, due to Nazi ties, due to the way she and her husband talked shit--so while Elizabeth and Philip married for love, he was also... borderline unsuitable, to be sure, but suitable enough because he came from royalty and he was willing to fall in line, even if he grumbled.

Camilla was openly sexual.  People knew that she was someone slept with men, and this could not be tolerated by the regime, even if one of those men she slept with was Charles.  Her father was an army officer turned businessman, so she was not truly aristocratic, regardless of how much money her parents made.  She was considered, again, offbeat and kooky, so... yes, very much like Charles in that sense but also not what the Windsors wanted.  Because the thing is that whoever married Charles was supposed to prop him up, much like Philip propped Elizabeth up and the Queen Mum propped her husband up.  The Queen Mum was not glamorous, but she was well-bred and extremely charming, knowing exactly how to soothe her husband’s moods and support him on tour.  Philip was a bit rebellious at first and could put his foot in his mouth, but he was also considered this masculine ideal--handsome by the standards of the day, very macho in his naval pursuits, a gregarious and physical man who kind of jazzed up Elizabeth’s image, as she was a plain girl who lacked charisma.  Philip at her side gave her this legitimacy, this desirability, that she lacked naturally.  And it gave the impression of masculine support, which downplayed the issues she possessed as a woman in a position of power, if only a theoretical position.

This kind of suitability mattered deeply to the Windsors, and Philip and Uncle Mountbatten in particular were SO worried about the suitability of Charles’s bride.  Because Charles wasn’t this naturally handsome man.  He was sensitive, and he was awkward, and he seemed to not excel at any of the things Philip wanted him to excel at.  He was not this James Bond-ian figure that Philip tried to be, even as they sold him as one during his “action man” years.  The woman Charles was with needed to support and accent him--they set up him with glamorous, pedigreed socialites who’d be amazing arm candy, while what he wanted was a plain, considerably less refined woman who had something of an imperfect reputation.

That’s why Diana was considered perfect.  She was a 19 year old virgin, so no reputation to speak of.  She was beautiful, but was immediately seen as shy, so she could fade into the background when needed while also emphasizing this idea that Charles was a virile man who could attract the attention of a beautiful woman.  And her blood was extremely blue, to the degree that her father gave a little speech about how her marriage was essentially an extension of the Spencer family tradition of serving the royal family.

And while Camilla was objectionable as a wife, in theory she was not objectionable as a mistress.  Because everyone expected two things if Charles went back to her after his marriage: a) that he’d be satisfied to keep Camilla as a purely secondary side piece, tucked away and very much not his first priority and b) that Diana, the shy, beautiful arm candy, would put up with it.

They were profoundly wrong on both accounts.  Charles did see Camilla as the love of his love, and the more his marriage to Diana was imperfect the more he wanted to be with Camilla and resented that she wasn’t his wife; and Diana not only reacted to Camilla as the mistress, but reacted by raining down hellfire on that family.  Camilla COULD NOT be the mistress, which was a role the royals would have been fine with her taking, and I think many completely expected her to be an adequate, truly secret one.  And mind you, she was bad at being a mistress--talking to Diana way too much before the wedding, provoking her by showing up where she really shouldn’t have.

So basically, a lot of it came down to a misjudgment of Charles (as a man who’d be happy and unromantic enough to keep the woman he really loved as a side piece, while also being noble enough to treat his wife well and work to make her happy affair aside) and Diana (as a meek stand by your man type, who would be happy to have her children and decline to retaliate).  They believed that the scandal of Camilla, a totally unsuitable wife, would outweigh whatever Charles and Camilla could do to each other--especially after Camilla married and the alternative was Charles marrying a woman who’d divorced her husband for him.  They had no concept of how far Charles and Diana would go.  Because Elizabeth II, and Philip, and the Queen Mother, and Uncle Mountbatten, and everyone involved in that whole arrangement, fundamentally misunderstood how people act on emotion.  They also failed to understand how the times were moving on, and why Camilla would have likely been accepted by the punlic.  And ironically?  Now it remains somewhat tense as to whether or not she’ll ever be Queen Camilla, precisely because Charles was denied her originally.

[franklyshipping]

Giggly Love ~ A Markiplier and Crankgameplays Ego Fanfic

OOOOOHHHH THIS IS EXCITING. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'LL BE WRITING SOMETHING WITH THE CHARACTER BLANK. IT'S GONNA BE CUTE. AND THIS IDEA IS FROM @amazingmsme WHO IS A FANTASTIC, IMAGINITIVE, AWESOME HUMAN BEING AHHHH LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @corrup-swich-blank and @ticklee-trimmer

The two men were already giggling, and there hadn't been any teasing contact or teasing words. They were just a beautiful pair of giddy, enamoured men. Amidst his giggles, Bim Trimmer let out a very sudden cackle when the man next to him accidently let out a rather raucous snort. Blank had hurried to cover his offending nose as bubbles of embarrassment rose in his tummy, but he couldn't deny how stunningly attractive Bim looked when he was filled with mirth.

'Ahahawwww yohou sohounded lihike a little pihiglet!'

Blank's eyes widened as his cheeks darkened with a bluey-grey hue, and he playfully glared at Bim as he replied with dramatic indignance.

'I did not! How dare you even insinuate that!'

Bim was grinning like a madman at this point as he giggled louder, which made Blank smirk. He relished in the knowledge that he was the one who knew how to unlock every part of Bim's laugh. The lazy, breathy tone it bore in the mornings was heavenly to hear, and then there was its wild, uncontrollable counterpart that came about from Blank's rude, or plainly terrible, humour,; the sounds were simply exquisite. One aspect of Bim's laugh though.....Blank could happily hear for the rest of his days; it was the one he was making right now.

'Yohou diiiiiid!'

'Did not!'

'Did did!'

'Did not did noooot!'

'Buhut yohou diiiiiid! You did yohou did!'

Bim at this point, was encased with jumpy, bouncing giggles that just seemed to make his whole frame shake with his joy. Interwoven in them also were small gasps, half-hiccups, and most importantly.....squeaks. Bim was lightly hugging himself as his eyes shone from behind his spectacles, was sat on the couch with his legs up; they were a little tangled with Blank's, since he too held that position, but neither of them felt the need to complain. At Bim's words, Blank narrowed his eyes at him; his voice was clear and soft.

'.....are you sure you wanna keep with that sweetie?'

Bim couldn't help but shiver, especially at the endearing term; on any other occasion he would have probably meekly conceded and proceeded into a session of lazy cuddling. However, Bim was way too giddy to even think about being meek. He giggled and stuck his tongue out, nodding enthusiastically.

'Yep!'

As you can tell, Bim didn't give a flippety flip about whether there would be any.....consequences for his cheekiness. Blank didn't reply immediately, he just took Bim in for a moment. His eyes were bright and shining, acting as bay windows do as light bounced from their depths. He was still giggling, lips parted and breath jumpy; he was so beautiful. Blank unfortunately had to bring himself back to his senses, but it wasn't all bad.....because he had had the most wonderful idea. Bim had been gazing at Blank nervously, watching his mind work away.....and when Blank smirked he shivered.

'Well if you keep calling me a piglet, I'll just call you a little mouse!'

Bim didn't know exactly why, but soft flustered bubbles had quivered in his tummy when he heard Blank call him that. Blank snickered when Bim bowed his head, then glanced at him with a miniscule pout along with a similar glare.

'I-I am not! How am I a m-mouse?'

Blank tried not to let his heart melt at the sound of Bim's gentle stammers, and he grinned at the query. He slowly, very slowly, started to lean forward. This was where Bim knew that something was coming. Yes, you've just seen Blank be all giggly and sweet....but don't forget who he is at heart. He is coal haired, dead eyed, and has quite the malevolent streak running through his heart. Blank's gaze was glued to Bim like a cold magnet, and Bim felt like he couldn't move as Blank got closer; Bim gulped when Blank spoke, it was deep and sharp and had the intent to bring forth fear.

'Well first off, you're so damn cute that it makes me wanna hold you close.....and never let you go.'

Bim nibbled his lip as Crank's lips shifted from a grin to a sneer.

'Secondly, you're ever so small.....and delicate.....'

Bim shivered, he was tense and filled with butterflies as Blank got onto his knees and loomed over him; Blank whispered now.

'......and it's impossible not to pounce on you!'

Bim eyes widened as he squeaked, and Blank snickered as he grabbed Bim's arms and put them above his head, whilst his body rested on Bim's and their faces nearly touched with Blank's initiated, intimidating proximity. Bim looked up at him, still riddled with his silence since his vocal chords seemed to be flustered beyond belief. Blank chuckled, grinning maniacally as he mused.

'Oh I'd almost forgotten! Your little squeaks are the most adorable too.....especially when you're embarrassed or taken off guard.'

Bim had to resist the urge to squeak again right now, since Blank had taken the liberty of whispering in his ear and brushing his lips over the skin of his neck. Bim had goose-bumps. His cheeks burned bright too. Blank was so close that he could almost feel their warmth, and it only made him sneer wider with a soft chuckle; he loved making Bim feel like this. What Blank didn't expect though, was for Bim to actually have some defiance left in him.

'You're wrong! I-I'm n-none of those th-things a-and I.......don't s-squeakthatmuch.....'

Blank was just elated. He needed this excuse. Bim had no idea what he'd just let himself in for.....poor thing. Although actually, hah, now I think about it....that last sentence may or may not have been a little fib. Bim knew precisely what Blank would do to him now.....and he feared it and loved it in equal measure. The first sign was Blank's tightened grip on his wrists, before one of Blank's hands held Bim's wrists whilst the other disbanded; he needed one hand free to play with after all. Bim shivered as he saw Blank's hand in his eye-line, but then a chill ran through him when Blank's fingertips brushed his cheek in a soothing gesture. Blank was lulling him. Bim couldn't help but succumb, even though Blank's fully fledged smirk contrasted with the sensations he provided.....for now.

'Oh darling.....you and I both know I have no choice but to prove you wrong.....'

Bim let out a soft whimper when Blank cooed evilly, and their eyes were locked as Blank's hand withdrew from his face and trickled down his neck. Bim bit his lip as he softly shook his head, but his smile was already growing.

'N-nohooo b-babe y-you don't ha-MMMmph!'

Bim had been trying to vainly dissuade Blank, but as soon as he felt those devious fingers fall down his side where they started to play with the hem of his shirt.....he clamped his mouth shut. Blank snickered as he teasingly ran his fingertips over Bim's sensitive waist as he purred.

'Don't what? What's with the stammering sweetie?'

Bim's lips quivered as Blank's fingertips started to scratch now, and he was shaking with the effort not to let his giggles jump free. Now though, Blank's fingertips were splaying over his sensitive tummy.....and Bim's weak dam broke.

'B-Becahahause ihihit t-tihihickles dahammihit!! Dohon't ahact lihike yohou dohon't knohohow!!'

Blank chuckled at the sound of Bim's high pitched giggles, loving how they flowed and jumped and meandered through the air; but he raised an eyebrow, hardening his scratches as he growled lowly.

'Gonna be feisty are you? Well this is gonna take a while.....'

Bim squealed and writhed to one side when Blank's hand crept up the squeeze one of his sides as the man himself hummed nonchalantly, he shook his head as he cackled and tugged at his wrists.

'NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE!'

Blank merely snickered, before humming in thought. How could he make this more interesting? Hearing Bim laugh away and squirm was wondrous enough, but how could he tease him more.....taunt him more? Bim could only laugh and wriggle as Blank's hand spontaneously shot to flutter in his armpit, just as Blank's mind came up with a lovely idea; he exclaimed dramatically.

'Hey! I just thought of something!'

Bim's nerves only became more enhanced when he saw Blank's eyes light up with happiness; now, Bim loved to see his boyfriend happy, but when he was in this situation it unnerved him as well as excited him.

'Wh-whahahat?'

Bim giggled softly as Blank's touch seemed to lighten for a brief moment, but it didn't stop the tickling from feeling diabolical in Bim's underarm; lightness was still torture for him. Bim's face was red and his lips were slightly parted as he looked up at Blank, whose smile was broad as he purred.

'Since you're giggling up a storm already.....I think now is the perfect time for me to try out my new jokes! Doesn't that sound fun?'

'Nohohohoho! Yohohou gohoof nohoho!'

Bim exclaimed as he giggled, but Blank merely smirked as he cleared his throat.

'Why does Wally from Where's Wally wear stripes? Because he doesn't want to be spotted!'

Bim ordinarily would have groaned in disdain, but on this occasion he squeaked and cackled......courtesy of a few devious fingertips scratching his hollow.

'OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAD!'

Blank gasped with much exaggeration as he grinned, relenting the tickles as Bim gasped for air; so he didn't notice how Blank's hand moved as he spoke.

'Squeaks and a laugh? Wow, with reactions like that I might as well throw out a few more.....'

To put it plainly, it was relentless. With every joke came prods and skitters and scratches.....poor Bim was nearly at the end of his tether. Soon both his underarms had been tormented, along with his sides, tummy, his delicate waistline.....and now his thighs were having to endure their share. Along with Bim's ears.....because Blank was still offloading his ''fantastic'' comedy.

'What's E.T. short for? Because he got little legs!'

Bim was squealing and gasping for air as he laughed deeply, his muscles tensing and jumping as Blank hurriedly alternated between his thighs; tweaking and squeezing them as he grinned like an utter madman. Wilford would be proud.

'THAHAHAHAT IHIHIS SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!!'

Blank grinned, his dark eyes glittering as he let Bim breathe amidst his exclamation.

'You were laughing at it! And squeaking! Honestly, lying is not becoming of a little mouse.....'

Bim mustered up a glare at the nickname, even though he was smiling and blushing because of course he secretly adored it. Despite this, Bim mumbled mockingly under his breath.

'.....wehell dohouchery ihisn't becoming ohof a snorty piglet.....'

Let it be known, just for general awareness, that Blank had fantastic hearing. As soon as those words left Bim's lips he froze.....expressionless for a moment. Bim, honestly, was shivering from how much anticipation and fear he felt when Blank snarled like an animal and leant down, nose to nose with him. Bim's breath shattered down his throat as his soft brown orbs quivered in the wake of Blank's gleaming, onyx rocks. Blank's voice was soft.....and that made it all the more terrifying.  

'Well love, since you seem to like little piggies so badly....how about I treat you to a little song?'

Bim froze......oh no. Oh no not that. Bim's eyes widened as Blank slowly leaned away from him....released his wrists.....and shuffled down from his torso to his legs. Where he perched, relishing in Bim's stammers.

'Oho g-god n-not this! Th-this ihis th-the worst!'

Blank raised an eyebrow. At this point.....there was only one thing to be said.

'Then stop me.'

Bim.....averted his gaze. We all know why. Instead of arms shooting forth to ''save'' himself, he merely hugged his own chest. Blank took a moment to smile fondly, and thank the universe for letting him have this. Then it started. Blank was slow. Taking Bim's socks off one by one as Bim held his arms to his chest and looked on in anticipation, his heart had never been more jittery and his stomach was like a gymnast fighting for the gold. Blank tossed the socks aside and experimentally traced a finger down one of Bim's arches, and when he heard Bim's sharp gasp he grinned. And began.

'Thiiiiis little piggy went to market.....and this little piggy stayed at home....'

Bim squealed and giggled as he felt Blank take one of his feet and play and scratch at the first two toes, he whimpered when Blank merely chuckled and continued.

'Thiiiis little piggy had roast beef! But this little piggy had nooone.....'

The fact that Blank had put on a childish voice was really not helping Bim keep his composure as he giggled louder, scrunching up his crimson face as Blank fluttered over his toes teasingly. Then Blank paused.....and turned to face Bim. Bim shivered when Blank smirked ferally.

'And this little piggy.....went WEE WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME!'

Blank exclaimed childishly, and cackled himself at the sound of the massive shriek that came from Bim's lips. Blank's fingertips danced up and down the taut sole, since Blank had stretched it and held it in place, and just scraped and scribbled mercilessly.

'NAHAHAHAHA YOHOHOU EHEVIHIL!! PLEHEHEASE!!'

Blank chuckled, alternating between using all five fingers on his sole to using one or two to scratch at his heel; Bim was already starting to wheeze as the rest of his body thrashed wildly. Blank was aghast at how Bim reacted, he had never thought that someone could be this ticklish.....it was perfect.

'Evil? Awww can Bimmy baby not take all the tickles on his tootsiiiies?'

With that, Blank disregarded the song and just went to town on both of Bim's soles; tormenting the sensitive skin with practised vigour and malice.....and love of course.

'IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN'T!!'

Bim cried out, tears were building in his eyes as he vainly struggled, but the fact that his hands had taken to covering his face let Blank know that Bim was perfectly okay.....for now at least. Bim probably thought that his toes were safe, because of how much attention Blank had already paid to them with that dastardly song.....but oh no. Blank was certainly not done with them.

'Awww your poor poor soles do deserve a break I guess.....besides, your toes are way more fun to play with!'

Bim screamed. No word of a lie. As soon as Blank's blunt fingernails found the soft, baby skin under his toes Bim just lost it. He arched his back as he cried out, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he frantically hit out; hitting the couch thankfully.

'NAHAAAAAAAH FAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAACK!!!'

Needless to say, Blank didn't last long there. This was because he loved Bim immensely and would rather prefer it if he managed to maintain the uses of his vocal chords, lungs, muscles and general sanity. It only lasted a few seconds, it probably felt longer for Bim, but Blank retracted his fingers and shifted off his perch. He immediately tilted his head so he could analyse Bim......making sure he was alright.

'Sweetheart......you good?'

Bim blinked a few times. He'd pulled his legs close as soon as they'd been freed, his feet were scrunched as Bim breathed with wide eyes......it did take him a few moments. He cleared his throat a little and swallowed, then looked at Blank was a soft smile as his chest rose and fell.

'........b-better than good......'

Bim whispered, before wordlessly stretching his arms out....and Blank knew what to do. He surged forwards and the two swiftly became enveloped in an embrace. It was their thing. They smiled silently for a few moments.....but then, the giggling started again. Not for any reason or because any sneaky pokes had been made, it was just because Bim and Blank were content and joyous; that's all it takes.

FIIIIIC COMPLEEEEETE I HOOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, PLEASE LEMME KNOW IF YA DOOOO AAAAND YUP! I LOOOVE YOUS! XXX

[seriousmetabolism]

@lonelyflyinggrayson

“Dude, we need to get you to a bathroom immediately because Alfred will kill me if you hurl/die on this carpet. Also, you should have saved some of those for Artemis, if ya know what I meeeaaaannnnnn”

“Farty Arty has nothing to do with anything, okay! I’ll throw up on you for that, don’t test me you know I will do it!”