#gamblers parade

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DP x DC prompt. ~“Unstable connection”~ Dead on main.

Part 13. Hungry Ghost Festival 2

or Unplanned Criminal Lord’s Vacation with uncle John.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Part 8. Part 9. New: Part 9.1. Part 9.2. Part 9.3.

Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Meme break №1. Part 13.

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Jason looked at the phone screen and didn’t believe Danny has really decided to entrust his safety in the haunted lair to one drunk and unrequited Phantom.

He had enough. Jason jumped up and grabbed his helmet off the table.

‘Where do you think you’re going? Patrol’s coming soon.’ Tim took his eyes off the documents.

‘None of your business.’ Red Hood quickly found keys to a jet and ran for an exit. ‘Cass, while I’m gone, you’re in charge of the alley.’

~~~~

Demons, spirits, and ghosts swung around as if in a dance. And Danny, whom Jason easily spotted entering The Gambler’s Den, did not seem foreign at this festival of death. The red light gently illuminated his pale skin, which almost fused with color of his white kimono. The flowing fabric made his silhouette as blurry and elusive as most visitors.

One second without looking at the boy, and he was in the opposite corner, where the crowd were much smaller. VIP zone? Otherworldly creatures, deserving special treatment, were rarely friendly to humans. And Jason was tense about it for a moment. But after noticing waving with enthusiasm teenager, a man in white clothes rushed to respond to the gesture and a ghost with an eye patch sitting in the chair nodded to him, ringing with silver earrings.

Jason let his guard down a bit.

Another man in the black robe was not distracted by Danny. He threw the bones and glanced at them in disappointment. Then ghoul banged the table with fist. He rose, grabbed from a nearby bowl a mantou and bit. The next second his face was distorted by awareness and disgust.

He abruptly removed the triangle-shaped headband from Danny’s head and spat out a bite into it. Then ghoul fell to a floor. Well, nice carpets have softened it.

Jason shook his head, trying not to laugh at the strange situation.

At the same time, Danny boldly stepped over the fallen player and sat in a chair in front of the ghost in black and red clothes. The man began to demonstrate a technique of throwing bones, with continuous ringing after moving of his hands. Danny seemed passionate about this.

Constantine, who did not come with the Red Hood voluntarily, decides for the first time in the evening to speak out.

‘That’s weird.’ Constantine said with an intonation that spoke of his distrust of the situation.

‘What is it now?’ Jason took his eyes off the object of interest.

Fenton must be watched for his safety. Why did the warlock distract him? Jason completely distrusted Danny’s promise not to use his body parts as a bet.

‘His clothes.’ Constantine looked at the boy with discomfort. ‘Boy, are you sure your lover is alive?’

‘Don’t be rude. He looks great,’ said Jason ‘Maybe Danny wanted to dress up in a traditional costume.  And it's not polite to ask people if they are alive. He’s always pale in all the photos. ’

 Jason didn’t think costume selection was such a big deal.

‘No.’ Warlock shook his head ‘Kimono is Japanese national costume, not Chinese at all. And it’s on the left side which means your boyf..’ 

Unfamiliar to Jason spirit came up and patted Danny on the shoulder. The spirit and the boy bowed to each other.

‘I see.’ The puzzled expression on the warlock’s face is gone. ‘Your lover has interesting friends, Hood.’

 ‘Who is this guy? Explanation. Now.’ Jason barked irritably. Why did he always have to pull every word out of John?

‘Nurarihyon. Don’t be so nervous, he’s not dangerous to people. I just realized your boy here after a walk with Hyakki Yakko. Which explains the clothes.’ Сonstantine exhaled cigarette smoke and continued. ‘Your love doesn’t waste any time. In one evening, he met three ghost kings.’

‘Hyakki Yakko?’ Jason asked a lot calmer.

‘The night parade of one hundred demons when all of the yōkai, oni, ghosts parade through the streets.’ John shrugged his shoulders and shook the ashes off the cigarette into the nearest ashtray. It was also red and black. Warlock winced. ‘But your boyfriend feels like a fish in the water. Whoever his protector is, he is respected enough here. Let the guy have a drink and have some fun, he’ll be fine.’

‘God. Danny’s like a sheep in wolf’s clothing’ Jason sighed anxiously. ‘His parents are ghost hunters but he’s here as a plus one for Phantom, a ghost from Amity Park.’

‘More like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.’ Constantine muttered to himself. But when he saw a silver butterfly nearby, he decided that revealing other people’s secrets was not his problem. ‘I know who the Phantom is. Everyone has heard about Pariah Dark.’

Jason has not heard about him, but decided to keep quiet so as not to make a fool of himself. He will ask Danny about it.

Constantine took a brandy from the bartender. Then he took a big sip and looked at Jason. ‘You know, I always thought Little Red Riding Hood was incredibly stupid to let a wolf eat herself.’

‘What’s this about, Constantine?’ Hood rolled his eyes under the helmet.

And immediately he was glad that John did not see it. In the end, he helped him a lot not to scare Danny. Without the old man’s comments, he could have easily carried the boy away from the local ghosts on his shoulder like a caveman.

Jay didn’t want to spoil a first impression of a face-to-face meeting because of a kidnapping. Although, looking at how comfortable Fenton was among the nonhuman creatures, Jason doubted that Danny would have been screaming and panicking. But he wouldn’t be happy about being distracted from the fun. Hood shook his head in disappointment.

‘Nothing important.’ John brushed the silver butterfly off his shoulder. ‘You know, I’m in debt to the owner, so..If you don’t need my favors anymore, I’m leaving.’

‘Wait. Help me find Phantom.’ Сrime lord stopped him. ‘I need to make sure he doesn’t leave Danny here alone.’

John turned and looked at him as if he were terminally ill. ‘Phantom is in this room now. Only an idiot would have missed him.’ John spoke slowly and clearly, raising one eyebrow. ‘A conference of four kings. No joke. Stop poking around and messing up international relations, kid.’

Jason looked around the room again. ‘I don’t see him.’

‘Because you’re an idiot, kid’ John patted Jay on the shoulder and left. ‘Good luck explaining to Batman why you stole his jet.’

‘Heck.’

[gremlingottoosilly]

What do you think about König and Horangi!Sister that an idol?

Having a brother with a reputation for gambling problems is something that kinda downed your up-and-coming career - especially if you're trying to gain money to cover for your minimal idol payments. Most of the new idols don't actually get a lot of money - especially if the groups consist of more than 5 people and you still haven't paid off your trainee debt...yeah, you haven't seen money for the last few years. Surviving off cup noodles and sheer spite(while still being forced into concerts for a dying brand that wouldn't survive the winter show drop), you were... disappointed in your choices, to say the least. You don't even have creepy fans, for fucks sake! Like you're the invisible backside girl from your band. Somewhere along the cake you pretend to eat(you're going crazy from the diet your managers have put you on recently), you stumbled across a man. A grown man. A fucking creepy and weird grown-up man in the apartment that you(whenever you're not in training dorms) and your brother share. And, well, at first, you thought it was a robber. Or a debt collector. That your useless gambler of a brother is finally going to get his ass whipped. The man turned out to be your brother's friend, which was insanely weird. Also turned out to be your huge fan, which is fucking impossible...but also flattering. Dude almost died when you did your favorite cute photo pose and thanked him for the support. Showed you the collection of cards with your photos he has - and you feel your cheeks flushing because...well, he is creepy. Weird. Obsessive. Parading the exclusive merch, he collected with your face and emojis planted on everything...and you honestly couldn't like him more. Adore him as much as possible. You're an idol, but the reality isn't as pink and cool as the advertisements. You're not a part of the big group, and there aren't a lot of things that can be done to save your career...so, naturally, you latch onto Konig. He is awkward, but pretty cute once you talked him into taking off his mask. You don't want a PR scandal after being caught with someone like him - still, you enjoy the way his hands are shaking when you hug him and the gifts he would give you after you push your ass closer to the obvious tent in his pants. Being an idol isn't bringing you a lot of money...but being Konig's pretty girl definitely is.

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

Hell's comin' with me

Aventurine and Boothill are on a mission to send Oswaldo Schneider to hell. You have your own reasons to team up with them. Implied Aventurine x reader.

GENERAL MASTERLIST

It was getting harder to breathe. At this point you weren't sure if you should blame your tight dress chosen by Aventurine for this evening, crowd of powerful people surrounding you or expensive wine you indulged in for this strange heaviness in your chest.

Everything about your appearence from expensive jewelry matching golden attire to artistic but elegant make up you spent hours doing had one purpose - getting people's attention off your partner in crime and his attempts to get more informations about Marketing Development Departament's head, Oswaldo Schneider from his assistant's private devices.

Your eyes scanned the room impatiently while you desperately tried to keep up your conversation with one of the most important IPC workers hoping he won't realise somebody is tinkering with his phone, foolishly left inside his bag by the table. Not an easy task if you don't speak the business language of numbers and statistics.

Old man paraded his knowledge and experience in finance, seemingly hoping to come off as a professional and wealthy man to impress you. You smiled at him politely and did your best to ignore the way he stared at your body.

Wave of relief washed over you when you saw Aventurine giving you a discreet sign that he downloaded all of the needed information already. Next thing you know gambler was right by your side.

- My dear, I hope you didn't get bored already... - he interrupted assistant's monologue, taking you by the hand. - I know very few people able to stand my lovely coworker once he gets a chance to talk about his job.

- Sir, we were in the middle of conversation... - old man looked at Aventurine with irritation, inhaling sharply.

- Unfortunately, this needs to end right here. - Sigonian gave him a fake smile. - You see, I still need to introduce my partner to my colleagues from Ten Stonehearts. - he guided you away from other male, towards the exit.

***

- Do you have everything we promised to that guy? - you spoke up to break the uncomfortable silence.

- Not really, Oswaldo's assistant isn't stupid enough to keep such personal information about his boss in his phone, even if he looks like a complete idiot. - Aventurine smirked maliciously, opening the door of his car for you.

- Do we have enough to make sure Schneider won't be able to hurt what's left of my planet or any other inhabitet place in this universe? - you glanced at Aventurine. He carefully drove past the wall littered with IPC recruitment posters before responding.

- Yes, it's enough to make sure Oswaldo can't do anything like that in the future, but it doesn't really matter. Once he's gone somebody else will take his place and do exactly the same things.

- If you think so then why are you doing that? - you argued. - I didn't expect you to be optimistic about the outcome of our mission, but come on. What's the point of this in that case.

- I have two reasons. First of all I work for Ten Stonehearts, my departament and the one ruled my Oswaldo are competing with each other. - he stated calmly. You rolled your eyes at his words in disbelief. - My second reason is much more important. Schneider is responsible for IPC's reaction to humanitarian crisis on Sigonia.

His gaze turned cold and sharp. You gulped nervously, knowing history of that planet. Conflict on Sigonia in it's last stage resulted in wiping out almost whole clan of Avgins, with only one survivor left. The man sitting by your side. You were more than eager to help him get his revenge for broken promises of safety.

- And you? - he turned his gaze to you. - Why do you want to take part in this mission?

- My family lives on one of the planets terribly indebted to IPC. In exchange for quick advancement IPC took over our independent government and made sure our debt could only grow. - you sighed, rubbing your temples. - They control our politics with threat of punishment for all the money we own them. My sister is one of the brave people who work towards setting us free, she hopes to get some of the debt forgiven by legal means. Somebody ordered to get her eliminated, with all evidence suggesting it has a lot to do with Oswaldo. She made it this time but as long as he's alive I won't be able to stop worrying about her.

- I understand. I know how it feels to lose your family and the whole world you used to know. - Aventurine squeezed your hand soothingly. - I will make sure you won't know this feeling.

***

- Is this all you have? ! Mudlefudger! Weren't you supposed to give me his full data and everything about his past as Nameless? - tall man with metal body and cowboy attire growled at the two of you.

- Hey, why not concentrate on what we have, Boothill? - Aventurine suggested. - Oswaldo's complete, detailed harmonogram for the next three days.

- Why would I give a love about how he spends his time?! I need to know his weaknesses, not what he eats for his fudging breakfast. - Boothill lashed out at gambler.

- No need to argue, guys. - you interrupted their friendly banter. - I noticed interesting break between bussines meetings and usual off-duty activities in our target's plans...

- That's exactly what I wanted to point out. - Aventurine glared at cowboy. - I checked his closest coworkers and their schedules in our system. It seems that for about an hour none of his official bodyguards will be guarding him. I don't know why is that so, but it might have something to do with his past. He might want to keep some secret from everybody, including his own subordinates. If we spy on him and make sure he's completely isolated at this time...

- I will finally be able to avenge my little daughter. - Boothill completed the sentence through gritted teeth. His fingers clenched around his gun.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

So how have you been luci~?

I see your getting remarried huh~

Now ain't that quaint and look at the motley crew your surrounding yourself with these days~

A cannibal,a walking tv,a drunk gambler, a gay spider, a tiny mad cyclops great job by the way little one Adam had it coming, a pyromaniac and a former angel hehehe I guess birds of a feather DO flock together afterall~

You always did have a habit of picking up strays didn't you luci~?

Then there's your lovely lovely daughter hmmmmm haven't seen her since she was a baby and you lilith paraded her around hell~

"What?! You can't... you can't be here. It's impossible."

[mogwai-movie-house]

A Film A Year

Going through an old hard drive today I found this almost-completed list from 2015 in which I'd set myself the task of choosing a single film for each year of the preceding hundred. It was interesting to see in what ways my tastes had changed and just how many more films I'd discovered and fallen in love with in the meantime.

Anyways, I thought I'd finish it off and update it to the present: I very much tried to keep it to just one film per year, but the competition some years was just too high so they've had to share joint first places:

1915 A Night In The Show 1916 The Vagabond 1917 Easy Street 1918 A Dog's Life 1919 Sunnyside 1920 One Week 1921 The Kid 1922 Dr Mabuse, The Gambler 1923 Safety Last / Why Worry? 1924 Sherlock Jr / The Last Laugh 1925 The Gold Rush 1926 The General 1927 Sunrise / Seventh Heaven 1928 The Last Command / Steamboat Jr. / The Man Who Laughs / The Passion of Joan of Arc 1929 The Love Parade / Un Chien Andalou / Lucky Star 1930 All Quiet On The Western Front 1931 City Lights/ The Smiling Lieutenant 1932 Horse Feathers / Love Me Tonight 1933 Duck Soup / The Invisible Man 1934 It Happened One Night 1935 The 39 Steps 1936 My Man Godfrey 1937 Nothing Sacred 1938 Adventures Of Robin Hood / Pygmalion 1939 The Cat And The Canary / The Wizard of Oz / The Hunchback of Notre Dame 1940 His Girl Friday / Pinocchio 1941 Citizen Kane / The Maltese Falcon / Dumbo / Sullivan's Travels 1942 Casablanca 1943 Le Corbeau 1944 Arsenic & Old Lace 1945 Les Enfants du Paradis / And Then There Were None 1946 A Matter of Life and Death 1947 Black Narcissus 1948 The Treasure of the Sierra Madre 1949 The Third Man / Kind Hearts & Coronets 1950 Sunset Blvd. / La Ronde 1951 A Streetcar Named Desire 1952 Singin' In The Rain / Le Plaisir 1953 Calamity Jane 1954 Hobson's Choice 1955 The Night Of The Hunter /The Ladykillers 1956 The Searchers 1957 The Seventh Seal 1958 Vertigo 1959 North By Northwest / Ballad of A Soldier 1960 Psycho / The Virgin Spring / Two Women 1961 Breakfast At Tiffanys 1962 Le Doulos 1963 The Great Escape / The Birds 1964 Onibaba 1965 For A Few Dollars More 1966 Blow Up 1967 Le Samourai / Cool Hand Luke 1968 2001: A Space Odyssey 1969 Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid 1970 Le Cercle Rouge 1971 Get Carter / Harold & Maude 1972 The Godfather 1973 Don't Look Now 1974 The Godfather Part II / Chinatown 1975 Jaws / The Rocky Horror Picture Show 1976 Network 1977 Star Wars / Annie Hall 1978 Halloween / Superman 1979 Apocalypse Now / Alien / Life Of Brian / Manhattan 1980 Stardust Memories / Raging Bull 1981 Raiders Of The Lost Ark 1982 Blade Runner / The Thing 1983 The Dead Zone / Zelig 1984 Ghostbusters / The Terminator / Blood Simple 1985 Back To The Future 1986 Hannah & Her Sisters / The Fly 1987 Withnail & I / Wings of Desire 1988 Dangerous Liaisons 1989 Crimes & Misdemeanors / Dead Poets Society 1990 Goodfellas 1991 The Silence of The Lambs / Terminator 2 1992 Reservoir Dogs / The Player 1993 Schindler's List / Groundhog Day 1994 Pulp Fiction 1995 Se7en / Casino / The Usual Suspects 1996 Fargo 1997 LA Confidential / Grosse Point Blank / Boogie Nights 1998 The Truman Show / Happiness / Buffalo '66 1999 American Beauty / Magnolia / Being John Malkovich / Fight Club 2000 Memento 2001 Mulholland Drive / The Royal Tennenbaums / The Piano Teacher 2002 Adaptation / The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers 2003 Lost In Translation 2004 Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind / The Life Aquatic 2005 Me & You & Everyone We Know 2006 The Prestige / Perfume 2007 No Country For Old Men / There Will Be Blood 2008 The Dark Knight / Let The Right One In / Tropic Thunder 2009 Cold Souls / Up / Zombieland 2010 I Saw The Devil / The Ghost Writer 2011 The Hidden Face 2012 The Avengers 2013 Her 2014 The Grand Budapest Hotel / The Winter Soldier 2015 The Survivalist / The Lobster 2016 Like Crazy 2017 Coco 2018 Deadpool 2 2019 The Irishman 2020 Kajillionaire 2021 The French Dispatch 2022 The Banshees of Inisherin

[astrxlfinale]

🤫(for my muse to place a finger to their lips, shushing your muse)

Was it a measure of his emotions getting the better of him? The horror that found itself like an ever extending web, perfectly catered to catching prey with silken and well designed beauty? Caelus could only feel a gnawing sense of rage stir within his veins, a desperate gambit to blanket not only a sense of regret, but this stomach dropping sense of uselessness as plots and ploys were unearthed. Being the newly introduced, finding reason, having it torn away, it left his head so irritably heavy.

Always would it be before these damn smiles. A simple wish or command to keep calm, eyes that know but always keeping the cards reflected within close to their chest. In such matters Aventurine's way of operation was truly no different. The attraction of the Nameless's involvement, his own involvement, the loss of any agency while ever advancing tracks while grinding at his impatience. So when the scathing reply that awaited finds itself shushed, a gloved finger situated on his lips, it made his eyes widen in disbelief at the.. bravery of his 'friend.'

Caelus's hand lashed forward like a serpent's strike, seizing the gambler's wrist in a carefully controlled grip as to lower it, giving his mouth the perfect room to twist and reflect his very displeasure.

"Some damn nerve you're packin' here."

"If ya wanted some damn silence, it should've been puppets parading around here more than anything else. What-" There's a pause, unleashing that hand as the pool of Memoria that once hosted a body is motioned towards. The very foam of dreamy essence that once housed a body, one etched with a brutalized scar that bordered upon a twisted gauze of a nightmare. Seething violet amidst an ocean of blue.

"In the hell was all that? Time to pay up since no damn show is running around here for free."

@thelittlepeacock

[summerdownturn]

@stonesandswords tagged me to share my top 5 on my on repeat playlist on Spotify

1. Even Robots Need Blankets by Mayday Parade

2. The Gambler by fun.

3. Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time by Panic! At The Disco

4. deathwish by Stand Atlantic feat. nothing, nowhere.

5. Take My Breath Away by Mayday Parade

tagging @peachypunk22 @bbluejoseph @pumpkinspicestevie @caseum @wowagay plus anyone else who wants to

[rebellicnrising]

logan lerman . cis male . he/him ➶ I RECOGNISE THAT FACE ! that’s KALEB RIPLEY, the TWENTY-NINE year old SOCIALITE/SPONSOR from THE CAPITOL . they’ve been in the capitol around TWENTY-NINE YEARS , long enough to gain a reputation for being so CHARMING & MANIPULATIVE . they’re so lucky getting to live in the tribute center for the duration of the games! ( character ISN’T part of the uprising )

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: hieronymus kaleb ripley iii nicknames: kaleb, third used exclusively by family members  age: twenty-nine birthday: june 14th zodiac: gemini district: capitol citizen gender: cis male pronouns: he / him orientation: bisexual profession: socialite, hunger games sponsor, gambler, political ladder climber, nepo and trust fund baby��

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

face claim: logan lerman hair color: black eye color: blue height: 5'7" scars: only poor people get scars a thin silvery scar curving from the bow in his top lip towards the right

RELATIONSHIPS

father: hieronymus ripley ii mother: selenia ripley siblings: tba ripley ( older sister -- potential wanted connection )  significant other obsession: dante

EXTRA

mbti: istj-a ( the logistician ) temperament: melancholic  moral alignment: true neutral primary vice: pride primary virtue: diligence  element: air

BACKSTORY

ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏʙ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏʙ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ?

you’ve never once questioned the silver spoon in your mouth. it was passed down from a great- grandfather who had a general for the capitol air force in the dark days to your grandfather who had been head gamemaker for the hunger games for over a decade ( including being the game maker for the second quarter quell and fiftieth anniversary of the hunger games, an accomplishment he was incredibly proud of ) to your father who sits on president snow’s cabinet as minister of defense-- all the way down to you and you’ve never questioned it but you can’t ignore the weight of it against your tongue, heavy with further expectation, forever. when you’re a child, the weight isn’t even noticeable and those around you carry their own silver spoons jutting from their mouths and you never think of a world outside of the gleaming buildings and the beautiful gardens of the capitol. 

until your first memory of the hunger games of course. the hunger games brings life to the capitol and your family has been a very prominent part of the celebration for generations by the time you are able to join in on the fun. your family has box seats for the tribute parade where dark curls blow back from your forehead as the tributes move past in their district regalia and reserved seats in the audience for tribute interviews with caesar and one year ( when you’re still small but big enough to act right ) your father brings you with him to watch the tributes present to the gamemakers, his hands heavy on your shoulders to keep you still. your father and mother have their own game for the hunger games, each of them picking a tribute from different districts as their ‘champion’, following them closely through each step of the way; the prize is different each year but when your sister and you are old enough, you play as a family. they even give the two of you funds in which to sponsor your tribute and help you choose from the variety of packages you can send to your tribute, going so far as to introduce you to those mentors whose tributes you’ve chosen to sponsor. 

you’re in awe of these victors-- these olympians, these titans who have fought to glory. you start betting pools with your friends, each of you betting those allowances your parents give you not only on which tribute will be victorious but on all aspects of the games-- whose costumes will shine in the parade, which tribute will fumble in the interview, who dies first and last-- playing bookie to the capitol youth. as a teenager, you and your friends get in trouble for slipping into those restricted areas of the tribute center, your faces pressed against the glass that looks down to the training area, watching as these tributes ( who- now that they’re cleaned up- don’t look all that different from you and your friends that watch them like they’re zoo animals ) work to gain some sort preparation for what’s to come. you sneak into parties with those fellow elite- knowing that in a few years no one will question your being there- all in hopes of rubbing elbows with those victors who are in attendance. 

as you grow older, the heavier that spoon becomes. you’re given the finest education and you continue it at the shining university, pursing all sorts of knowledge with no clearly defined direction-- you have nothing but time to explore all sorts of topics between hunger games. eventually the question of what you’re doing with your life- what your plans are, what your goals are, what direction you are headed- begin to pop up as casual conversation between you and your father, whose focus has always been as straight as an arrow guiding him to what he wants. your mother asks even more irritating questions about your love life- who are you seeing, who are their families, when will you focus on settling down-- eager to see you pass that spoon from your mouth to a grandchild’s, eager to see what sort of empire can be built with the connections something like marriage can provide. you’d rather move to district twelve than even begin to think about something like that. 

you wish your parents had more faith in you and your ability to be your own man and create those connections without their guidance, to add your own weight to that spoon that tries to hold our tongue down. your father’s ring catches your mouth, splitting skin and you taste blood on your tongue at your impertinence and your mother begs you to get that awful scar removed but you leave it as a reminder; not for yourself, of course. you want your father to remember every time he looks at you how he raised his hand to you because one day, you will have the sort of power where no one was ever going to dare to do that again. not even him. you’re manifesting it. 

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴏɴ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

your father’s name gets you a position working under the minister of agriculture and the job bores you endlessly at first-- until those tesserae rolls come in from the districts to be documented and stored in the department of agriculture. here, a list of potential tributes from each district with the increased likelihood of their names being drawn right there in black and white. you take those rolls and add it as a new subsection in your yearly betting pool: which of these names will we see in the games this year? it’s not a job you hold onto for long- the months between those tesserae reports and the games stretch on forever-- but it allows you the perfect stepping ladder to move upward, rubbing elbows with those in different departments and the information they were privy to. even after you’ve left the position, you still keep those relationships and oh, there’s nothing more that government workers love to do than bitch about their jobs. 

you never become a gamemaker-- but you toy with the idea when surrounded by faces that discuss what this next years games will be and offer your own ideas to the table, mouth curling with a knowing smile when those ideas are reflected back at you on the screen. no, you never become a gamemaker but you become a voice that whispers in their ears on the off-season, slipping money into hands under tables to see those whispers brought to life on the screen-- certainly helps your odds in betting on a game when you helped to influence how the board is set up. 

no, you thrive as a sponsor. your father can say all he wants that is entertainment and not an occupation but damned if you don’t treat it as such. in the off season, you foster connections with others who have those silver spoons jutting from their mouths and heavy pockets-- a broker for the games, if you will, a nearly guaranteed return on your investment. it’s not just your money you’re working with-- but yours certainly tends to navigate how the rest of those funds trickle down. and when it’s all said and done, your pockets are all the heavier and the spoon in your mouth grows lighter, that bitter expectation turning sweet with achievement. 

ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ? ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ-- ɴᴏ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ

you have never wanted for anything in your life- benefits of that silver spoon-- and that includes your chosen companionship. you’ve grown up in the capitol’s hunger game culture, it was only a matter of time before you stumbled upon those parts that aren’t broadcasted; victors as prizes awarded to show of president snow’s favor and appreciation, victors whose time could be bought and sold for the right price. there’s not an ounce of shame in you when you pay your way into that exclusive club-- only a feeling of having made it when your generous donations during the games earn your pick of the litter as it were. 

you unabashedly have a favorite, of course; you can remember his games with startling clarity, from the tribute parade to the interviews to the games you watched with eager eyes. you had bet on him and he’d won, staking your unconscious and invisible claim to on the young victor that now as an adult, you get to reap the benefits of. over the last seven years, he has been a near constant companion on your elbow to those parties and events around the capitol, no price for his company being too high; it’s a status symbol, having this victor- who’d won his games in a vicious display of savagery at the tender age of twelve, imagine what display he could have put on if he’d waited a few more years- at your side, eating from your hand while your mouth curls in a smirk around that silver spoon. 

these games are different in a way you never anticipated and while you love a good twist, you are among those capitol citizens who are less than happy with the turn of events: victors volunteering to go back into the arena? it feels almost sacrilegious in a way, the capitol’s religion is the hunger games and the victors in some way the deities created in the arena’s crucible; now they would be going back in to be taken from the people. your dissent isn’t loud; of course not, you know what happens to those who speak out too loudly, even among those who speak around silver spoons. it seems like a waste to you and there’s nothing more that you hate than wasted potential; certainly has nothing to do with a particular victor volunteer that you’ve grown used to. 

and the thing is, you aren’t a stupid man. you’ve been hearing whispers from those bitching government workers of little acts of rebellion that have begun to pop up across the districts, quickly squashed-- you know that this is a display that’s going to turn those whispers to rumbles in some places. you’ve bribed as many gamemakers as possible to try and get any information on further twists - surely, they’re not going to carry this out, surely there’s some other twist to make it that much more entertaining - but lips have been sealed shut. not that it’ll deter you from trying to coax those lips open-- after all, this is the largest betting pool you’ve run with countless variable to take into account, you need all the information as possible to keep those odds tilted in your favor when it comes to how those bets land.

TFLDR + EXTRAS

kaleb is a capitol nepo baby- his great grandpa was a general for the capitol air force during the dark days and led the attack on the rebels when they tried to attack the capitol by going over the surrounding mountains, bombing them and being the first victory that turned the tides back in the capitol’s favor. his grandpa was a gamemaker for over ten years, including being head gamemaker for the second quarter quell and his father is a part of president snow’s cabinet. 

and kaleb,,,, is just an asshole who loves the games, chisme, and spending his dad’s money. 

he’s been running the largest betting pool for the hunger games since he was seventeen, starting with just his friends and expanding out over the years, working out other bookies over time. 

treats being a hunger games sponsor like it’s a full time job 

the type that is out for him and him alone, literally does not care about anyone else besides himself

old money, fake loyalty will be your best friend to your face and then stab you in the back with zero hesitation

def maintains close relationships with gamemakers bc he likes trying to influence the games creation in the off season and tries to get them to give him hints about how the arena will be in order to stack bets in his favor. 

literally Hates his first name he will not respond to it and will tell u ‘that’s my dad actually, you should Know my name’ 

arrogant smug fucker constantly acting like he knows something you don’t know it’s so irritating 

CONNECTIONS

something based on the vibes from heartbeat by childish gambino-- like that toxic back and forth situationship where they’re just Bad for each other

capitol nepo baby network aka rich kids friend group!! maybe they’re connected bc of their families, maybe they went to school together, maybe they frequent the same scenes often enough that they just gravitate to each other-- friends who grew up with no limits 

sponsored districts!! kaleb is a prominent sponsor who goes all in for games. he is a very big sponsor of district two but is also one who loves to be pursued by other districts and if he does sponsor your tribute it’s because he has some sort of previous investment in your tribute-- and he’ll do whatever he can to tip the odds in favor of protecting his investments. 

rivals!! gimme that antagonistic we’re both gentlefolk who will cut each other to shreds while maintaining the most polite smiles and courteous tone of voice with each other-- it’s giving hamilton v burr

[alexanderwesker]

HOLY CHURCH OF PRIME AND BLOOD GOD, the bastards have done it.

The Pogtopian Rebellion stand triumph on the former rotting corpse of Manberg along with it's traitor and former now rotting ruler.

They have liberated their beloved country. Oh my stars I couldn't believe it. The Ram is dead, beheaded, torn to shreds and have his horns to be given on the Gambler like a hunting trophy while his skull became an additional researching findings. Told to be forgotten...

Like I couldn't still believe it. The General also known as the former streamer have defy his own writings and story telling and fate itself.

They have won.

They have saved the country of L'manberg from their own destruction and now the rebuilding is being done.

Tubbo is becoming the new president of new shining country of New L'manberg.

I am imagining the modern soldiers squads along with their captain shouting with such glee and happiness. Telling the lands of Sovereign. They spat on his ruling and tryanny. For so long the people and citizenry of L'manberg have a deep rooted fear on seeing the soldiers of the Sovereign's marching proudly to their nation's capital with their flag flowing over their streets. And it was replaced the new members of Pogtopian Rebellion and the Modern IRL Squads along with their captain. And their squad captain falls to their knees.

And muttered their ancient words. ''Now Thou dost dismiss Thy servant, O, Lord, according to Thy world in peace.'' A sigh leaves them, and tears of joy fall from their eyes. That is how it should be; after all. They put their undying trust and loyalty to Soot and the General, L'manberg O, shining beacon of liberated people and country. Followed by the cheers and celebration of the citizens and Pogtopian and Secret Rebellion shouting and celebrating their victory.

Also I am listening to Denʹ Pobedy also known as Victory Day by the Soviets on the aftermath of World War 2. And kinda imagine the parade and celebration made by the people and the soldiers alike...

So thank you for making me happy and smile during this hour...

What if anon.

I'm so very happy to hear you enjoyed the chapter that much, really, it means a lot to me, and also I loved the image you painted with your words there.

It's really moving.

Thank YOU so much for your comment! Really :D

[pmpmyread]

Happy Phantom Parade launch day to those who celebrate!

I don’t know what I’m doing and God knows I’m terrible with gachas lol, but I will endeavor to acquire and max out Nanamin and unlock all of his quests.

I’ll also start saving up some cubes for when they inevitably roll out an event focused on him, lest I transform into an absolute gambler overnight lmao.

That recent Nanami-centric phanpara promo has truly been living in my head rent-free, I was looking to grab some screenshots and ended up making some gifs out of my favorite frames as well:

Full sequence:

Some bonus waist action, for the culture:

Video source: @/jujutsuphanpara

[finishinglinepress]

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–Nancy Spiller, author of the novel Entertaining Disasters and memoir Compromise Cake: Lessons Learned from My Mother’s Recipe Box.

There’s more, much more, than mahjong tables and stuffed marlins and zoot suits in this nostalgic collection. Crime bosses and bullfighters and philosophers and neurotic relatives parade through these pages, and we end up on the shores of the Pacific enjoying the pleasures of ice cream and a modicum of contentment, but always hearing the powerful echoes of jazz and flamenco and artists’ young chatter in rooms that burned down long ago.

–Alex M. Frankel, author of So Many Mouths at the End of All Beauty.

There is something elegant and wise about a premier collection of poems composed late in life. In language well-seasoned, a reader finds a peppering of weariness, a salting of irony, some nuttiness and bitter humor, all ingredients in aging’s recipe. The narrator in Suzanne Jones Weisberg‘s debut chapbook, “The Lord Balfour Hotel,” is a kind of “wise guy” little girl who, like Eloise in The Plaza, grows up living in a hotel. Not just any hotel, but a “good fella” world in Miami Beach, where mobsters and Cuban dictators and their sultry mistresses check in and out. In Jones Weisberg’s capable hands, her poems soar in mystery, sorrow and loss that accompany long memory. The strange atonal cry of a pelican haunts her, leaving a sound in her mind like “a clanging of the suitcase room, where vipers go to expire.” Jones Weisberg’s language surprises. Her images are original and playful: “Cherries on top red as a diaper rash” … “the stuffed marlin pinned above the front desk smiles at me, as always.” Her writing is confident and taut. Her subjects range wide from the dark, possibly fatal allure of chocolate, to a dragon mother to lost love, bizarre hotel guests and the terror of a hurricane. In one poem she evokes Havana in the early 1950s — a lone cornet in the night, sugary humidity, other little girls peeking out of “sordid … curtains.” A love lyric resonates with the fact of death. “All we love means nothing without you laughing at the moon beside me,” she writes. She is so good at titles that the table of contents reads like a poem. The Lord Balfour Hotel is a wonderful debut, a truffle both sweet and dark, a bright moon over Miami.

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[infjtarot]

Wheel of Fortune. Songs for the Journey Home Tarot.

Reminds us we have the choice whether to keep reacting to the endless drama of life, or to witness the parade of events from a still and contemplative centre. LWB. The Roman goddess Fortuna held a strong appeal for the late pagan mind. She appears in Anicius Boethius popular sixth century work The Consolation of Philosophy, and as the deity in charge of fate was respected by gamblers and fortune-tellers alike. She was renamed Dame Fortune during the Christian Middle Ages and was still feared on account of her well-known fickleness, the gifts presented at the turn of the year by servants to their masters being a memory of the old Pagan worship. One of her most frequently encountered symbols is a large wheel, the so-called Wheel of Fortune. Illustrations of the Wheel sometimes depict four figures riding it with words emerging from their mouths: regnabo, regno, regnavi, sum sine regno: “I will reign, I reign, I have reigned, I am without reign,” which tell their own story. Dame Fortune may turn the Wheel herself, blindfolded like Eros to demonstrate just how arbitrary she is. Her Wheel may be seen to represent the questioner's public image, his friends and associates, his financial condition or that of his employer or business associates. Generally however cartomancers regard the Wheel as a card of good fortune, growth and prosperity when it appears upright; of aggrandizement and its perils when reversed. Paul Huson. All prosperity begins in the mind and is dependent only upon the full use of our creative imagination.

In astrological terms this is Jupiter, the planet of luck, opportunity, and abundance. This symbol reminds us that like the goddess Fortuna in Roman mythology that we can turn our lives in more fortunate and positive directions by being objective like the Sphinx, flexible like the monkey, and reaching for new opportunities and ways to express our creative power like the crocodile. Ruled by Jupiter Angeles Arrien

[representshinjuku]

Three Hearts as One (三心同体）

“One way to the champ

There’s no way out

One way to the champ

There’s a reason to fight”

[All]

We’re going to the next level

And that’s the reason why we can’t lose this battle

You can’t shake our unity, 

We stand three hearts as one

[Samatoki]

Now turn tail and run, you Shibuya dogs

This headshot’s your warning

Lawlessness is my rule

Running around the playground really suits you  

Some used-up tool’s gonna pick a fight with me? 

Forget it, I’ll take you out

I don’t give a shit what your reasons are

I’m just doing what I’ve gotta do–hunting you

Raising ‘Hama’s banner of revolt, 

Three hearts as one

[Dice]

Always pinching up our brows? 

Nah, we’ll hit straight through your hyped-up pride

Hiding nervous sweat under my poker face

I see right through you, I’m calling doubt on you fakes

[Gentaro]

Intimidation poured into your flowery lyrics

But your fear flickers clear through the facade

In one of my novels, you’d remain unnamed

Destined to die as such

[Dice]

A little bird like you better

Give it a nice long cry from inside your cage

[Gentaro]

You little rabbit of fables

What awaits you is ah, a tragic fate

[Dice]

Hama’s gettin’ some safety scissors 

[Gentaro]

You no longer need your mad trigger

[Gentaro & Dice]

Dice and Gentaro, writing your last rites

Fling Posse rising to the top

Shibuya is greatest

We stand three hearts as one

[Jyuto]

You’re a writer who only knows fiction

Wet your bed and lie in it

This won’t end in just your arrest

Counting down to your destruction 

[Rio] 

Back to square one; this is my unshakable foundation

A gambler throwing a tantrum over the counter

Gets crushed by this verse

[Jyuto]

You plan to deceive me with lies?

Come crying teary-eyed begging for money?

[Rio] 

If you kneel begging for forgiveness

I’ll let you taste my wonderful dishes again

[Jyuto]

Your face is an eyesore

[Rio] 

I’m tired of your pretending

[Jyuto & Rio] 

Don’t talk so cheaply of bonds

Yokohama is a monolith

MAD TRIGGER CREW, Shibuya goes down to 

Three hearts as one

[Ramuda]

So scawy, scawy, you three of a kind

You’re real funny so keep up the jokes!

If you pick a fight halfheartedly then

In return should I crush your everything?

Yakuza, cop, soldier, ‘Hama’s garbage

You’re so annoying, I can’t share the stage with you

Gonna knock you on your back and open the path

Get outta the way, weaklings

C’mon and wave Fling Posse’s flag, 

Three hearts as one

[All]

One way to the champ

We’ll seize glory with our disses

“We gotta go”

Towards the top

“No way out”

It’s kill or be killed until one of us falls

“We gotta go”

Or else this all means nothing

“Right here, right now”

To the next; Cutting deep, fighting head on

Burning with passion through our words

(Rhyming like nobody else has)

To the next; The strength of our bonds will carry us through (one way)

There’s a reason to fight; we’ll settle things three hearts as one

(Walking a road nobody else has)

Can’t stop ‘til we die!

[Rio] 

The bullet wound, the heart to shoot

You’re naive to the pain of both

Though you’re blind in this abyss

It’s time to grovel in the mud, Posse

[Dice]

Gotta say thanks for feeding me but

Until this battle’s over I’ll have to pass

Playin’ around like a military maniac

Time for you to withdraw from the front lines

[Jyuto]

If you’re in the red, then you turn it to black

That’s nothing but simple winner’s logic

You’re a disgusting public enemy

Shall I erase you from society?

[Gentaro]

What is a lie and what is real?

An officer of the law wearing masks of good and evil

Without time to mourn–

Shall I ring the bell that tolls the end

[Samatoki]

Don’t come at me like you’ve learned something, stupid

Shut your damn mouth and choke on your empty words

Breakin’ down your pretty words and fake justice

I’ll show you your last vision

[Ramuda]

Yeah, witnessing threats at the scene of the crime

This means I’ve gotta give you a pat-down exam

Your lawlessness is on parade

Can’t let you run free anymore, stupid

[Samatoki]

Get outta my sight Ramuda, you damn brat

I’m never gonna forgive you

Your damn manipulations ain’t gonna shake ‘Hama

I’m gonna be the one settling things here

[Ramuda]

Huh? Who gave you the right to talk, Samatoki?

Your superficial anger’s a real eyesore!

If you mess with Shibuya, you get eliminated

You can’t invade our sanctuary

[MAD TRIGGER CREW]

Shout out with thundering anger–Rise up, rise up

[Fling Posse]

Together in the same boat–Open it up, open it up

[MAD TRIGGER CREW]

We’ll take it all, Mad Trigger Crew

[Fling Posse]

We won’t give way, we’re Fling Posse

[All]

Crush the enemy before you and forge ahead one way

Our bonds are greater than any sum

Break all; Hypnosis Mic

There’s a reason to fight here and now, 

A conflict of interest

One way to the champ

We’ll seize glory with our disses

“We gotta go”

Towards the top

“No way out”

It’s kill or be killed until one of us falls

“We gotta go”

Or else this all means nothing

“Right here, right now”

To the next; Cutting deep, fighting head on

Burning with passion through our words

(Rhyming like nobody else has)

To the next; The strength of our bonds will carry us through (one way)

Sorry but we’re not backing down; we’re betting all our will and pride

There’s a reason to fight, 

We’ll settle things three hearts as one

(Walking a road nobody else has)

Can’t stop ‘til we die!

We’re going to the next level

And that’s the reason why we can’t lose this battle

Rhyming like nobody else has

[MAD TRIGGER CREW]

We’ll take it all, Mad Trigger Crew

[Fling Posse] 

We won’t give way, we’re Fling Posse

[All]

“One way to the champ”

Walking a road nobody else has

You can’t shake our unity, 

We stand three hearts as one

[whatevergreen]

Zhang Zongchang (1881 – 3 September 1932)

General and Governor of Shantung (Shandong) Province, Zhang was described as China's basest warlord. He was the most hated, and one of the most bizarre.

An opponent of the Nationalists and Communists, he was part of an unsuccessful alliance which sought to oppose Chiang Kai-shek and prop up the corrupt government in Peking (Beijing).

Zhang is not somebody I'd normally draw attention to however it's hard not to be fascinated.

His origins are unusual, his father was an alcoholic who worked as a head-shaver and trumpeter. His mother was a practising witch who performed exorcisms, and who remained with him until her death.

In his youth Zhang became a club bouncer and a bandit, heading his own gang. He became a revolutionary of sorts during the 1911 revolution and joined the army, eventually leading his own division. However finding himself on the losing side during the second revolution (1913), he later murdered one of the founding members of the Republic who had rebelled, in order to prove his loyalty to the new Vice President Feng Guozhang.

Into the 1920s he rose in the ranks, eventually leading his own army. He took control of Shanghai and Nanking (Nanjing) for a time in 1925, and then was appointed Governor of Shantung Province. He included women in his army, and numerous White Russians.

Zhang was heavily involved in the drug trade, and was an opium addict himself. He was also an alcoholic, a gambler, and a sex addict with up to 50 so-called concubines.

His rule of Shantung was disastrous. Excessive taxes, and over-issue of provincial and military paper money that rapidly became worthless caused chaos and poverty. He lived flamboyantly in the provincial capital and brutally supressed any opposition: he had the editor of a critical newspaper shot. Rebel groups began to form in the countryside, and were often successful against his forces.

Zhang is known to have travelled with a coffin, and publicly announced that he would come home in this if he was defeated in battle. When his troops were forced back during one campaign he indeed had himself paraded through the streets, sitting in his coffin and smoking a cigar.

He gained many nicknames including 'Dogmeat General', 'Monster' and 'Lanky', however at least three nicknames including 'Old Eighty-Six' were in reference to the size of his penis. Equal in length to a stack of 86 Mexican silver dollars apparently.

Zhang was also noted - and joked about - for taking his aging mother with him practically everywhere, except on military campaigns.

In the end, his military actions against the Nationalists were a failure and he was ousted in May 1928, fleeing to Japanese controlled Manchuria. He made various attempts to regain power in his remaining years.

During this period he "accidentally" shot and killed a cousin of the last emperor Pu Yi and was given a choice between a 15 day prison sentence or a fine! He paid the fine.

Another story relates how Zhang had deposited a quantity of his military paper money (Provincial Army-Note of Shantung) and provincial bank notes at the British owned HSBC bank branch in Tientsin (Tianjin). A few years after his defeat he snuck in to the city to withdraw funds from his account, no doubt hoping that he would be paid in current notes. The bank however paid him in the very now worthless notes of his regime that he'd deposited. He wasn't in a position to protest.

In 1932 he was assassinated by the nephew of an officer he had killed. Despite the justified widespread hatred of him, his funeral procession stretched for over two miles, though many came out of curiosity or were paid to attend.

Zhang wrote hilariously bad poetry (though some claim others wrote it to slander him):

Visiting Pengai Pavillion

A poem (allegedly) by Zhang Zongchang

What a pavilion Place is fucking nice If the gods can get here I’ll take a seat too Have a drink by the window Sing some songs to the ocean Play some cards I think I’ll get drunk

Also...

Poem About Bastards

You tell me to do this, He tells me to do that. You're all bastards, Go fuck your mother

During a famine and drought in 1927, Zhang prayed for rain in a temple of the Dragon King (a rain and guardian god). When this failed, he returned and slapped the statue of the deity several times, shouting and swearing at it, and threatening to destroy the temple. He then ordered his artillery to shoot into the sky for many hours, after it which it apparently rained. He (or someone) wrote a poem to commemorate the event.

His other known brush with religion was a failed attempt to build a shrine to himself at Daming Lake, but he was ousted before it's completion.

[chanelfunnell]

what i know, anon, from public wisdom is a fling of Meghan Markle with Dell Zotto. She was 30 and he was 23. I'd take it as good fitness session and a boost of self confidence. I don't bother about something outside of NHL and ice hockey topic. I think she has made herself a total unkempt home fool in her badly staged whining reality trashy series and had exposed her huge ego, delusion all gained by her 3rd husband and her real non photoshopped face and huge nose that she edits. So she has hurt only herself if she ordered to film Marketa in her privacy and I believe so based on Markle's hoke videos. Her little helper UK fashion editor is mad with her horrible fashion clash for crash with belly. There are serious criminal charges for it to film anybody dressing up in own privacy and distribute it.

Markle will be found as a sex pervert in proximity of her famous neighbours in any home search. I'd finish it here. It is not for my blog and a topic. I think all these ruling Windsors Mountbattens and their add ons are weird bunch of lazy posers.media seekers., Manipulation, victim players, corrupted idiots and fools taken for rides with charlatans. Car presenter rattled the cage with something what old mistress told him about Markle and naker body being paraded through the streets. Markle is nasty manipulator hold digga but it's about treatment of the women. Does it come from Camilla as old mistress trying to set up Marketa for a trap with her darling climber equarry with similar name Jonathan who can't keep to stay outside of the press? He has hired social media and buzzes to UK press and had JT. Lol. I don't go into their melee. I think old mistress can't get out of mags covers and cheap publicity but lacks any charity work. She is full of intrigue like Markle and she did it for Diana but they are all lazy, weird odd bunch of stupid tone deaf old farts naming themselves as generals or below average looking women gold diggas ruling to those weak men. We have two mad old farts trying to be our presidents again but i am glad to be USA with government full of experts in their fields than corrupted bunch of PR executives and a tour operator who has damaged their health and financial and police.,army system. They all sold to contractors and run cocaine parties bigger than Hunter. Markle is just plain US citizen Markle for me and us and no favour made to see her and her Prince whinge in the dishevelled look and different face than button nose on edited photos with heavy make up. We know she was unknown prior of her big trophy and athletes are smarter because they are natural hunters chasing the most prized trophy and medal but not other way round lol. The main ruling bunch are a bunch of weirdos, trashy like Meghan and so desperate to appear next to celebs and stars from. Oston to that London party that they are at the same trashy yet lazy let them eat cake level. Nothing to do with ice hockey. Sure Prince Harry copied Andrew Shaw's Spiderman's costume and he looks like an idiot so he copied her stay at UK aircraft carrier in NYC for his spying at our carrier in Hawaii but there is zero with ice hockey. So out of topic. Markle was not Wag and she is not a journo In this sport. Any bad things by MM have to be issued by M bLW and her team, UK has demanded tha that Sussexes are without any titles. If the king does it listen to his country he will face his own music as we are different country bit both use precedents in law and there was Edward vIII and there are human rights and rights of UK taxpayers . I don't pay them and I don't care. They are losers attracting losers thinking they are cover stars and above the law and us.rkld

Markle sponged $50 millions plus from UK tax payers money and she spat on them. Her children showed for monetary reasons in cheaply made dicy series with unkempt d list show girl. Aged Camilla poses with celebs and for mags bythe storm but lacks anything from brain cells of a gambler with messy life Evander Kane who is actually with claim to fame and hot look on his own, also smart PR to run hands on charity and his own biz..old Camilla thinks that she dishonours a young brainy beauty stating out of the press with certain Thompson or her nonsense like with Diana. M is calm and Meghan M perhaps to similar treatment like Kane's ex-wife after her multiple admission about suicide so Californian law triggered because Markle admitted she is unstable and a treat to her own life. I would stay away. They are a mix of Delusion bunch mixed with drugs apparently smuggled in party paraphernalia import by Kate Middleton's mother and an uncle from Netherlands, monitored over a year...I am glad I don't pay this check circus of not good lookers and no way Netflix cancelling good series for broadcasting this badly made home tapes of dishevelled deluded devils.

B) I plan numerous posts one about brown shoes of Tazer, female journos and wags but I am busy and lazy now. Also Blackhawks play terribly.

[edareal]

Black and Gold

At a bonfire in my consciousness, we met.

"Where have you been?" The girl who was surrounded by a murder of crows said.

I saw one of the crows continually peck the thoughts out from her head.

"I wish I knew." I replied.

"You've left me here to fend for myself with nothing but a murder of crows. I needed your strength, your confidence." she said.

I looked up at the cracked sky and watched golden particles materialize from thin air to gather around the fissures and slowly fill each one.

It was like watching a parade of lost fireflies that have found their way home.

"It wasn't strength nor confidence, Lush. I buried and I buried and I buried it all underneath the soil we stand on until there was no earth left. You were here for the aftermath, to see it unravel, to feel it all and endure. The sudden bursts of light and the long dark. The buried and their shadows that tried to pull you down into the ground. Your wings, as beaten as they are now, still sheltered our son and our daughter through it all." I said looking into her green eyes.

"I wonder if that's why I hate you. You, the gambler, the reckless, the escape artist... why did I have to endure the darkness you left behind? the longing? your misguided fantasies and dreams? where did you go?" she said, while she took a step back and shrouded herself with her jet black wings, her face barely visible through the feathers.

"I don't understand it myself, but I think this season was meant for you, as irrational as you are, your kindness and tenderness, the way you can see people for what they can be and not what they are, you had hope for them and you gave so much but they left you empty." I replied while I took a step forward and gently parted her wings to reveal her face as she cried.

"and what of it, Dearest? what was this meant to achieve? you left me like a stray dog with a bird in its mouth looking for someone to show it to, clinging to anyone that felt like home. You left and I belonged nowhere." she said.

"To learn and to commit each feeling to memory. Thank you for being here when I couldn't. Thank you for bearing it all in my place. Thank you for all that you've learnt.

You're stronger than you think, you're stronger than me, you faced it all, but you're also fragile and naive.

I'm starting to return to this world slowly, I'll leave all the ghosts that try to haunt you asunder. I am your severer and gatekeeper. You don’t have to hide anymore. We need all our parts, as broken as they may seem. Can you hear the silence? Did you feel the longing dissipate into the wind? Can you feel that feeling? That the only place we belong to is ourselves.” I said.

“Yes.” She replied.