#national dora day

[subby-sab]

Today is 7th of July.

Today is World Chocolate Day, National Dora Day, National Macaroni Day, Rath Yatra.

[kavehayati]

I am actually so sick of my tl on twt being flooded by complaints like be so freaking for real if you hate the game just leave stop playing it I promise it’s okay

[dorabellingham]

MASTERLIST

Here you can find all the one shots from the account! I accept requests, but that doesn't mean I'll give them all.

I hope you like them and leave a like whenever you can :)

ps: I'm not very good at writing smut and you can call me Dora

🍒 - Fluff ❤️‍🔥 - Smut ⭐ - Angst

jude bellingham;

[🍒] Just like daddy

Where Jude takes your son to get his hair cut and they look alike.

[🍒] Passanger prince

When you're driving around Madrid and you tease him for not knowing how to drive.

[❤️‍🔥] Kind of night

When you meet at a club and end up making out in the bathroom. It's not completely smut.

[🍒⭐] I'm all yours

When you go to a Real Madrid party and he's dying of jealousy of you.

[🍒] Little midfielder

When he's hurt but your little boy wants to play soccer.

[⭐] Womanizer

Where false rumors of cheating arise and you end up getting hurt.

[🍒] Birthday boys

When he and your little boy have the same birthday.

[🍒⭐] My woman

Where after a serious defeat another player from the national team ends up verbally attacking you and Jude defends you.

[❤️‍🔥] Underwear

When you go to pick him up from training and things start to get heated on the way.

[🍒] Bother you

Where you guys plan to go out, but his brother has other plans, which involve disturbing you both.

[🍒] Dinner plans

Where you want to go out for dinner but have a spoiled baby at home.

[🍒] Tea time

When your little girl has a tea party and wants you to join in.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Our first time

When you decide to have your first time in the guest room. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Are you my daddy?

Where you are a famous singer and took your son to a show, but you didn't expect that he would think Jude was his father.

[🍒⭐] El clássico

After Real Madrid's defeat in the championship the only thing he wants is to find solace in your arms.

[🍒] Cuddly boy

A sick baby and an important game, all in the same day.

[🍒] Halloween

Just a fun night of scares with your boyfriend.

[❤️‍🔥] Honeymoon

When you get married and can finally have some alone time.

[🍒] First day of school

When you discover that you are not so prepared for your child's first day of school.

[🍒] Be like them

Where you want to change your hair to go out with other wags, but he doesn't agree.

[🍒] La liga

When he's really drunk and won't stop proposing to you on international TV.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Provocations

Where your boyfriend is very focused on the game but you also want attention. It's not completely smut.

[🍒⭐] I'm here

When you have an anxiety attack after someone calls you names.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Is your mother here?

When you guys end up having a hot moment and his mom shows up. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Fashion critic

When he asks for a private fashion show.

[🍒] Mini Bellingham

When you tell him you're pregnant.

[🍒] Boyfriend material

Headcanon of what he would be like as your boyfriend.

[🍒] Moning after

When after your first time as a couple, he does everything to please you.

[⭐] Do you still love me?

When he gets really weird around you and it seems like he doesn't love you anymore.

[🍒] Rainy nights

Where your little boy is afraid of thunder and you go to sleep together to calm him down.

[🍒] Épouse-moi?

Where he proposes to you on a random afternoon with the most beautiful words you've ever heard.

[🍒] Play with me

When on any given Sunday he is super bored and you need to entertain him.

[🍒⭐] Lond distance

When your long-distance relationship is going through difficult times.

[🍒] Fever and moody

When he's sick and just being the most dramatic person in the world.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Let's have a baby

When he enters the phase of wanting a baby and keeps asking for you whenever he can.

[🍒⭐️] Kissing in the rain

When you are fighting and you decide to leave his house in the middle of a storm.

[❤️‍🔥] Caught in the act

When you are taking a trip to his parents' house and he has a very interesting idea. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Baby at the stadium

When you take your daughter to watch a Real Madrid game for the first time.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Play fair

When he makes you a surprise visit at dawn and things go the other way. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Overprotect

When he becomes super protective during your pregnancy.

[🍒] Cramps

When one dawn you are not feeling well and he is super careful with you.

jobe bellingham;

[🍒] Big boy

In the middle of an english winter your boyfriend is big enough to keep you warm.

[🍒] Too short for me

Where you guys are trying to make breakfast but teasing you is way cooler.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Irresistible

When you are too irresistible to him. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Boyfriend material

Headcanon of what he would be like as your boyfriend.

kylian mbappe;

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Score me

When he scores the first hat trick of the season and you make a surprise. It's not completely smut.

hector fort;

[❤️‍🔥] So small.

When after a game he wants to have fun specifically with you.

pedri gonzalez;

[🍒] Can you love me?

When your pregnancy hormones are on the surface and he is all careful.

[brandyschillace]

It’s Transgender Day of Visibility— and I'm thrilled to bring this music video to you, a promotion of my upcoming book on #transgender #history and an original song by Mya Byrne and Susan Hwang.

Set in interwar Germany, The Intermediaries tells the forgotten story of the Institute for Sexual Science, the world’s first center for homosexual and transgender rights. Headed by a gay Jewish man, Dr. Magnus Hirschfeld, the institute aided in the first gender-affirming surgeries and hormone treatments, acting as a rebellious base of operations in the face of rising prejudice, nationalism, and Nazi propaganda. But this is also the story of hope and joy and survival in dark times--and it is a story about Dora Richter.

Music composed and performed by Mya Byrne and Susan Hwang. Recorded by Mya Byrne. Stop-motion and video edit and production by Brandy Schillace.

[indreamsandreprises]

IN DREAMS AND REPRISES: An ISAT OC series

All posts from this blog after this one will be tagged as "idar/in dreams and reprises" and "isat spoilers"

Hello! This is In Dreams and Reprises, an OC story set before the canon plot of ISAT! I am...ah, that name is already in use here. And "director" has certain connotations...You can call me Producer. And I'm insane about my OCs.

Synopsis: An island nation suddenly disappeared from everyone's memory one day. That's all anyone knows, really. But a short while after, the same thing has happened to a corner of Ka Bue. A shrine maiden sought help from other lands...and that brings us to this adventure.

Meet the party:

"Leon", "Cass", "Del", "Mene", Kofuku, Ren, Tsukine, Nitsune, Tatsuko, Wakaba, Mayu

Additional Musicians:

"Dora", Head Shrine Maiden, The Queen, Shiori

DISC Overviews:

DISC 1 | DISC 2 (Prelude | Interlude) | DISC 3 (Prelude | Interlude) | DISC 4 (Prelude | Interlude) | DISC 5 (Prelude | Interlude) | DISC 6 (Prelude | Postlude)

Lexicon

Part 1 | Part 2

[flagwars]

Florida City Flag Wars: Round 1

As National Alligator Day is on May 29th, I thought it would be fitting to have a tournament dedicated to the city flags of Florida! Florida does not have many great flags. However, there are a few really good flags that stand far above the rest! Alongside the good Florida city flags, I am also including some bad flags to make the good ones look better in comparison. This is the second tournament I’ve held focusing on a specific state, the first being the Maryland Flag Wars.

Round 1:

1. Holmes Beach vs. Fort Lauderdale

2. Tavares vs. Miami

3. Apopka vs. Miami Beach

4. Mount Dora vs. Lake Wales vs. Doral

5. Cocoa Beach vs. Winter Park vs. Port Orange

6. Orlando vs. Tallahassee vs. Sarasota

7. Tampa vs. St. Petersburg

8. Coral Springs vs. Key West vs. Jacksonville

[tllgrrl]

The Favor by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Sam touched the biometric pad on the case, and heard three soft clicks.

[“I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”]

The last time he was in Wakanda, he was on a battlefield just outside Birnin Zana: The Golden City.

He and his friends were fighting to save…everybody…everywhere…but before the battle he’d gotten a glimpse of the Blackest nation he’d ever seen.

A nation that had never been touched by colonization.

Sam also saw technology he’d thought only existed in Sci-fi movies and books…or maybe in Tokyo…but even more advanced than that.

T’Challa introduced him to General Okoye, leader of the elite Royal Guard known as the Dora Milaje.

Sam was also briefly reunited with Steve’s friend Bucky Barnes, who Steve had taken to Wakanda to see if they had the technological wherewithal to remove HYDRA’s super-assassin programming from his brain.

Apparently they did, they were successful, and two years later, there he was. With what looked to be a brand new arm, Bucky was joining the Wakandans and the Avengers in the fight against Thanos and his forces.

And Sam met T’Challa’s younger sister, Princess Shuri. A Black, teenage, African Princess tech genius who, with her team of scientists, doctors and engineers, freed the brain of mildly annoying, staring, grumpy supersoldier Barnes, who is now his “co-worker”.

(… and who is also now trying to aim those blue eyes of his at my baby sister!)

Shuri was also responsible for, among other things, developing the newest versions of T’Challa’s Vibranium-infused, nanotech, fighting suit.

[“I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”]

Sam thought about that battle. How it ended with half the universe, including him and Bucky, turning to ashes one minute, then waking up the next minute…

5 years later.

Like a film clip, images started speeding through his mind: Things he’d experienced, people he’d met, places he’d been from the moment he met Steve Rogers—as they both were doing their morning run around the reflecting pool at the Washington Monument in DC—to now.

All of that…ending up here, back in the house he grew up in, staring at this fancy, high-tech case.

[“I called in a favor from the Wakandans.” ]

(I’m actually gonna do…this.)

He opened the case and took a breath to steady himself.

There was a schematic on the inside of the case’s lid, and what almost looked like some kind of hieroglyphs. Sam couldn’t decipher it, but he immediately knew where it was from.

He lifted the piece of handwoven fabric that seemed to serve two purposes: beauty and function, as he could see metallic threads woven throughout the rich, surprisingly dense protective cloth.

The fabric had Vibranium woven into it, and under it there were three items:

A wing pack like his broken StarkTech one, but lighter in weight. By feel he immediately knew that these wings, like his shield, were made of virtually unbreakable Vibranium.

A neckpiece that was similar to the one he saw T’Challa wear, but not nearly as large, also far less traditional and ceremonial in design.

And inside a pouch made of the same fabric as the protective cloth, was a beautifully carved wooden box holding a bead bracelet like the kind worn by nearly everyone in Wakanda.

He also found a large envelope containing some official-looking paperwork, and a manual for the items in the case.

On the front of the envelope were Wakandan glyphs, and underneath them it read:

Samuel Wilson - Captain America

He read the opening paragraph of the manual, slipped the bead bracelet (called kimoyo) onto his left wrist as instructed…and shortly felt the beads lightly vibrate as his cellphone rang…

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Fan Fiction and Fan Art Submitted for the @samsseptember Samtember 2024: Day 3 -Costume, Day 19 - Wakanda. I honestly don’t know where this falls. It’s kind of about the costume but it is more about where and who it is from.

Happy Birthday Sam Wilson!

[stvrdrops]

Bodyguard shuri x reader ! It’s been on my mind for saurrr long

yess! i love this idea so muchhh. wasn't sure if you wanted it to be like a fame au or anything so i just went for it in my own way :) it's kind of just a tiny imagine, hope that's okay!

princess protection ☆ | bodyguard!shuri x fem!reader

when you begged your mom to lessen your security you never imagined she'd actually do it. even more shocking, to replace them all she brings in your nation's protector. shuri, the black panther, is now in charge of making sure you were safe and protected. maybe in more than one way.

warnings : none

word count : 2.1k+

being the princess of a nation was no small task. you were constantly attending political meetings, beautiful galas, and even doing community service for those around you. you loved being out and about, rather than confined to the palace.

your mother, the queen, often feared for your safety. of course you had quite the entourage of guard ready to protect you wherever you went. you had people trailing you with weapons ever since you were fresh out of the womb. it never scared you, but you never exactly cared for it. it made you stand out even though you loved to be the star in the room. you begged and begged your mother after your eighteenth birthday to lower the amount of guards trailing you. you realized it made you still feel trapped despite being out in the open. besides, wakanda was extremely safe other than the occasional invasion, which was swiftly put to rest by your nation's protector. the black panther.

she constantly refused, saying that you were the future leader of the nation and needed to be protected adequately. you quickly gave up hope and moped around the palace for a solid year or two before your mother finally caved in.

"mother? what was the urgent call about on my kimoyo beads?" you ask her as you step into the throne room. she had her back to you, obviously speaking to somebody else.

"ah, y/n! i have a surprise for you." she quickly turns around, still shielding whoever she had been speaking to. you attempt to look around your mother. she notices this, and steps aside.

your eyes widen when you see the black panther standing before you. her helmet was off, allowing you to see her face. you hardly ever saw shuri without the mask. she was always on missions or you were always out of the palace when she had been home in the lab. your paths never found a way to cross despite running in the same social circles. it had to have been at least an entire year since you were in her presence, considering she had been on a major mission.

"princess." she says, a charming smile spreading across her face.

"um, hi." you say, feeling your mouth go wide. she had gotten much more attractive since the last time you saw her up close. you two were close in age, so it wasn't like this crush you had was new. when you were younger you spent a decent amount of time together, but were never close.

"shuri's missions as the black panther have become less and less high priority. she's doing an amazing job so i'm assigning some of her more easy missions to the dora. while she truly deserves a couple days off, i've decided she will be your personal bodyguard until she is needed. she will be your only bodyguard may i add."

no way.

shuri laughs, "oh trust me, this is will be a good enough vacation for me. after all, i'm sure the princess can't get into too much trouble."

"you underestimate me." you say, with a challenge in your voice.

"noted." she responds back, willing to accept your challenge.

the tension between you two is so thick that not even a vibranium spear could cut through it. shuri kept her eyes squinted as she looked at you, as if she was studying you. to tell the truth, she had been quite excited about this mission. spending time with the princess would be a dream, she thought. also, she presumed it would be fairly easy as well.

you looked at her in the same way, but you were more undressing her with your eyes.

"y/n, do you still need to visit the market today? i know you said something about stopping for some new silks."

your eyes are ripped away from shuri, "oh, yes! thank you mother. shuri, i'll give you time to change out of your suit and then i can take you for a test drive."

shuri laughs, "no need." she presses something on her suit near her wrist. causing the suit to dissipate into a necklace. she wore a tight gray outfit underneath the suit. you couldn't help but feel like an idiot thinking about how she might've been in just her underwear under the suit. "i'm ready whenever you are, princess."

you smirk, walking away from her. you don't bother looking back to see if she's following you. her quick footsteps gave it away. it also helped that she was taller than you, her shadow looming slightly over your body.

"you do know that you don't have to loom over behind me, right?" you say as you look through the many silks at the stall.

"where else am i meant to stand?"

"how about next to me? i don't think i'd kill you."

she scoffs, "you couldn't kill me even if you tried."

a smile spreads across your face, "cocky."

she moves over to the side of you, causing your hands to brush slightly. you contemplate whether or not you want to meet her eyes for a second. ultimately your curiosity gets the better of you. when you look up you see her staring back at you. her eyes were dark brown, but you could see a sparkle in them. you could now also clearly see the tiny scar on her forehead that her hair almost nearly hid.

when she looked at you she noticed how beautiful your own eyes had been when exposed in the sunlight. she studied every beauty mark on your face that the pictures never quite captured. shuri obviously knew you were beautiful, but now that you were up close after all this time it had been impossible to deny your beauty. she had a task to complete though, meaning finding your beauty too blinding would be dangerous. if she was too consumed by you, lost in your chocolate river eyes, she couldn't focus on the task at hand.

"do you like this one?" you ask, picking up a random silk without breaking eye contact. you didn't want to look away from her.

shuri's eyes glance away from you for a second, "i think orange is a beautiful color for you, princess."

you wanted so badly to be a smart ass and tell her you had a name. however, hearing the word princess roll of her tongue did something dangerous to you.

"princess?" a voice calls out to you from the sea of people.

you had never seen someone move so quickly the way that shuri did as she got in front of you. the two of you didn't even know who the supposed threat was, but shuri couldn't help but go into her defense stance.

"princess! hello!" a woman makes her way out of the crowd. you recognize her as the caretaker of the orphanage you often help out at.

"stand down shuri, it's okay." you say, putting a hand on her arm to get her to relax. she looks over her shoulder back at you, giving a swift nod. her body moves back beside you just as fast as it had gotten in front of your own.

"hello mrs. adabashi! how are all the children doing?"

she smiles, "oh, they are just wonderful! they so enjoy the toys you brought for them last week. little kami has not put down the dolls since you handed them to her."

shuri can't help but admire the conversation as you both talk to one another about the children. shuri was not exactly sure what to expect when your mother asked her to watch over you. it had been quite some time since shuri saw you last and she didn't know your personality that well. now she knew that she had made the right choice in choosing to accept the queen's offer.

the whole rest of the time at the market was spent with you in conversation with shuri. you asked her constantly what life was like as wakanda's protector. you even managed to slip in a question about if she had anyone important in her life at the moment. she found that question amusing and answered truthfully, with a swift no. she claimed that she didn't have any time in her strict schedule to fall into any romances. you figured that if she was spending all her time with you, then it wouldn't matter. you had your eyes on her now, and you almost never got turned down.

the more time you spent with her the more you didn't want the day to end. it made you happy to know that every day would be like this. that was, until she was called back to her panther duties. you assumed that if you ever did get caught in a sneaky relationship with the black panther that your mother wouldn't mind. you could arguably do worse. plus, the nation's princess and protector in a relationship together would do wonders for the people's morale.

"you know you don't have to go, right?" you ask her as you both approach the door to your bedroom.

shuri laughs, "am i supposed to guard you while you sleep?"

"i don't plan on sleeping yet. as long as i'm awake i feel as if you should be on guard."

"who do you think plans on attacking you tonight?"

you look up to her, staring into her eyes. "i'm inviting you into my room and here you are questioning me. will you really deny your princess?"

shuri sucks on her teeth as she looks around the hallway, that same charming smile on her face.

"i can't believe you are pulling the princess card on me right now."

"well, is it working, my panther?"

the nickname being used in such a manner sent goosebumps down shuri's spine. she was meant to keep a professional relationship with you. bast knows that the queen would have her powers stripped if she were to hurt her precious baby. she was meant to protect you from the world, not entertain you romantically. however, she licks her lips as she contemplates the enticing question.

"if you really feel you need my protection."

"badly." you whisper out to her.

"fuck it," shuri says, "whatever you say, princess."

you just smile, knowing you have the most dangerous person in wakanda wrapped around your finger. you push the door open, revealing your room to her. it was large and the windows allowed you to see all of the capitol. even shuri was shocked by its beauty, despite living here all her life. for some reason it seemed so much more special from inside of your bedroom.

"do you like being my personal bodyguard?"

shuri watches you as you go to your walk in closet. she can hear you changing as the sound of clothes being thrown around fills her ears. it takes everything in her to not look.

"i can't say it's the worst job in the world."

"and why is that?"

"something tells me you already know the answer to that."

you walk out of your room wearing a large t-shirt that shuri can tell is american vintage. she could also tell you weren't wearing any shorts when you lifted your curly hair up into a messy bun. shuri can't help but stare as you walk over to your bed. it was nice to see you in a normal state, without all the jewels and fancy clothes. however, it wasn't just that. the way you moved commanded attention and it radiated elegance.

"come here." you beckon to her. it was as if she didn't ave a mind of her own as she followed your command. it made you feel in control, and it was pretty damn amazing. "sit down."

"you are very bossy."

"it is in my nature. i am the future queen after all."

shuri laughs, "that's true. i think you'll make a great one."

the compliment makes you smile, "so you'll remain as my personal bodyguard even when i am queen?"

"of course, i serve wakanda and those in it. that includes you."

"i'm sure there are other ways that you can serve me."

her eyebrow raises, "oh really?"

you nod your head, looking at her with lust in your eyes.

shuri suddenly grabs you and sets you onto her lap. it feels so normal as you straddle her, arms around her neck. you felt like you were the perfect piece to her puzzle. she notices how you arch your back in efforts to feel closer to her.

"so, this is your idea of protection?" you can't help but ask.

"do you feel protected?"

"in the arms of the black panther? oh, most definitely."

you kiss her, allowing yourself to fully envelop yourself into her. her lips feel soft as they glide against yours. if this is what having shuri as your bodyguard was like, then you never wanted it to end.

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[astoldbyaja]

My Name on Your Tongue Ch.1 ~Wakanda Forever~

Plot Summary: Niobe is a strong warrior tasked with preparing the Talokanil to walk above with Wakanda. Even though she despises them for Ramonda's death she takes on the mission. Attuma is aroused by the strong warrior and her ability to go toe to toe with him. He is eager to learn from her and one day make her his.

Wakanda has always been my home. It was a nation so powerful that all I wanted to do was be powerful for her. My childhood was a happy one, until I was ten years old. My parents, born of the river tribe, were visiting Haiti when our home was attacked. My mother hid me in the closet and the last thing I heard were the gunshots that robbed me of my parents. But someone saved me that day. It was the protector of my home, the Black Panther. I remember King T’Chaka picking me up and placing me in the arms of the beautiful queen mother, Ramonda.

“Ukhuselekile ngoku mncinci.�� (You are safe now little one)I remember hearing her whisper to me as she cradled me in her arms. Although my face was buried into her chest, I never saw my parents again.

We had a funeral for them later on and I remember standing there before their floating tombs. I remember wearing white robes and tears flowing from my cheeks. Queen Ramonda stood behind me, her hand on my shoulder. I remember looking to the other side of her and seeing her children, T’Challa and Shuri. I remember thinking they would never know a pain like I was feeling. Queen Ramonda slowly leaned down toward me and I looked at her as she wiped my cheeks of my tear.

“Khawutsho ke mntanam uziva njani ngalomzuzu?” (“Tell me child, what do you feel in this moment?”)she asked me and I looked down in thought of her words. I felt knots in my stomach as if stones were dropped inside me.

“Ndiziva ndinomsindo, kumkanikazi mama. Ndinomsindo kuba ndingakwazi ukukhusela usapho lwam.” (“I feel anger, queen mother. I feel anger that I could not protect my family) I replied. She nodded and looked over at my parent’s tombs before the flew up into the sky. She then looked back at me.

“Would you like to become a warrior so that you will always be able to protect the ones you love?” she asked. I looked at her unable to really comprehend what she meant, but I knew I wanted to protect my loved ones. I wanted to protect her.

“Yes, Queen Mother.” I replied and she smiled and nodded.

“I sense great things in you.” she said.

And greatness I had achieved.

Normal POV

M’Baku let out a bark of a laugh as his generals reported to him.

“What are you serious! The John Wick of Wakanda is finally returning home!” he said with excitement. His general nodded.

“Yes, my king. She will be coming by boat in the next hour.” he reported.

The warrior he mentioned was Niobe. She was a fierce and strong warrior brought up by the late queen, Ramonda. M’Baku, as a boy, had seen her train even as he grew into a young man. She was nothing but pure will power. She made the impossible, possible. She had outmatched and bested the Dora Milajie in occasions that involved fighting one on one or all together. She may have been knocked down but each time she got up she was stronger than ever. She even became Queen Ramonda’s personal bodyguard at the age of seventeen. She was lethal and the queen knew this, which is why she kept her close.

Niobe is smart, cunning, and was given the best technology of the nation to ensure she was successful. There had even been talk that she became a war dog for King T’Chaka, going on assignments on foes that could be a threat to Wakanda. If her intelligence provided credible, she was to eliminate the threat. Even M’Baku could not get her on her back like he had wanted when he demanded to spar with her. She said he was a worthy opponent, but he did not believe it as the spar did not last long. It seemed she wanted to spare his feelings and M’Baku swore he would challenge her the next time they met! There has been talk by the elders that they wanted her to be the next Black Panther since Shuri gave up the title after her battle with the Talokanil.

M’Baku had taken the throne six months ago, and since then he had done much to improve Wakanda. Their security had heightened so they would not be caught off guard by threats again. With their alliance formed to Talokan, everything had been peaceful except for one thing, their fish man of a king. Namor had been meeting with M’Baku wanting the king to allow his people to integrate into their society. M’Baku reminded him each time that this was not an easy step.

“I cannot just let your people walk about with Wakandan civilians as if they are entitled to do so. The people still fear your society and trust is not there.” he explained.

“I do not expect my people to just come and go when they please. I want their to be interaction, I want to prove to the nation of Wakanda that Talokan can be civil and be in the same room together.” Namor announced. He was having a meeting with the king right now when his generals informed him of their warrior’s return. This gave the king an idea. He nodded slowly.

“This introduction will need to be a slow transition. I will not force my people to be around you if they do not wish it. So we will need to have one- two the most, Talokanil in my city at a time, for the time being. They will be escorted by a warrior of my choosing, someone who can stand against your men in if they choose to have ill intent.” he replied seriously. Namor tilted his head in thought, before nodding.

“Alright. But I will choose the two members who will start this bonding experience.” he said. M’Baku nodded.

“Who will you choose?” he asked. Namor motioned toward his two best warriors who stood behind him.

“Attuma and Namora.” he replied. M’Baku looked at the two warriors who stood with strength and intimidation. He nodded.

“Alright. Then I will choose a warrior that surpasses them.” he said. Now Namora and Attuma held back their scoffs. They had seen the Wakandan’s powers, and they did not believe the king’s words in the slightest, and neither did Namor.

“King M’Baku you should not think so little of my warriors. As I recall your defenses were easy to get through and your army was no match for my own.” he replied with some arrogance. M’Baku just smiled leaning back into this throne.

“Of course, King K'uk'ulkan. You and your warriors can meet her today.” he said.

Niobe’s POV

Wakanda, it had been too long. The last time I was here my home was attacked yet again, and I did my best to defend it. Invaders from the water came. They had vibranium weapons and powers unlike anything I had ever seen. They were drowning civilians, hypnotizing our engineers and EMTs to walk to their deaths and destroying our homes. I remember fighting against one of them…

He was going to land a finishing blow on a warrior of the Border tribe, when I intervened using my spear to stop his weapon from landing. I spun quickly to put space between us and I held my spear up firmly. This opponent was large and strong, I could tell from the force of his large battle axe that almost landed. He had what looked like a hammerhead shark head dress on. From the markings and and green earrings in his ears, I deduced he was from some ancient Mayan tribe. But seeing the face mask he wore, some form of rebreather, and his gills, I knew he couldn’t survive up here without it.

“Uláak' guerrera u oksaj óoltik wa ka u superar in. K ilej.” (Another warrior who thinks she can best me. Let us see.) he replied. I understood many languages as was a part of my training as a child and his was no different.

"Séeb engrandecerás a ch'i'ibalobe' yéetel ken a na'ate'exe' k'áate'ex máax a tu túuxtaj yaal a kíimil, Ka'abet in k'aaba' ti' a." (You will greet your ancestors soon and when they ask who sent you to your death, you will have my name on your tongue.") I hissed violently and he seemed almost impressed by my words.

“A t'aan in t'aan materna... Ma'alob.”(You speak my mother tongue… Good) he said before coming at me swiftly, swinging his blade me quickly, and I blocked his blow with my spear, using it to spin around his body and with a blade held in my wrist, I tried to slice his gills, but ended up missing barely. Now he faced me with a glare, his hulking size could overpower me if I was not careful. He’s fast, his weapons are vibranium. Who are these people? He came at me fast, swinging his his massive blade at me and I bent my entire body backward and with one blow from his fist into my stomach, I was on the ground, but before he could stomp on me, I rolled quickly. I got up on my feet and saw his blade coming for me. I dodged it with my spear and now he was backing me into the closes wall with his brute strength.

My knuckles were sore from holding my weapon so tight and I needed to get space between us. I let my body drop to the ground, and with my knees bent, I slid around him and came up again this time to slice his rebreather in half. He growled and I quickly took this time to slice one of his gills as well. He now jumped back and I held my spear up, my stance ready to attack him. He fumbled back, holding his mask to this face and he looked up at me with a glare and I shot it right back.

“In k'aaba' ti' a waak'.” (My name on your tongue) I reminded venomously. His eyes were filled with rage but the sound of a horn blowing caused us both to look up. He then looked at me and just pointed his weapon at me before retreating. I was about to go after him with a member of the Dora Milaje, Ayo, approached.

“Niobe you must come, the queen is in danger!” she yelled. My attention was immediately on her as I ran toward her, and we were collected in a fighter ship before heading toward the throne room.

I felt nothing but rage after the queen was buried. She was killed by Namor, leader of the Talokan Nation in the sea. They were the second nation that used vibranium and proved to be a strong force against Wakanda. But now we made peace with them. I couldn’t believe it. The queen mother is gone. First, she lost her husband, then she lost her son. I wanted to stay and fight for Shuri, but she demanded I leave and continue the mission I was on in Europe, because she needed assurance that they were not plotting something with France. I didn’t want to leave her, but she promised that she would get retribution for the both of us.

Things are different now in Wakanda. M’Baku took the throne, Shuri has left to properly mourn her brother and mother, and now everything is well. My mission was finished and so I decided to come home and be a weapon for my people should they need me.

The boat landed at the harbors of Wakanda and immediately, a row of Dora Milaje was standing there waiting for me. I walked down the bridge looking at all of them. They looked at me with strength, but also with looks of challenge in their eyes.

“If you wish to take me head on, I advise that you all have stretched.” I warned and they looked at me seriously for a short moment until Ayo broke it with a warm smile. “Welcome home sister!” she said before they all crossed their arms tightly before approaching me. I returned the gesture and approached them as well embracing them all. Foreheads pressed against foreheads, and we smiled and laughed.

“It has been too long.” I replied pressing my head to Ayo who nodded.

“That it has. King M’Baku would like to see you before you get settled.” she said and we now began to move from the harbor.

“Is he already trying to get a rematch with me too?” I asked. She inhaled and looked ahead.

“He just wants to brief you on your new assignment.” she informed. I nodded with approval.

“I like the sound of that!” I replied and now she just went ehhh.

“This assignment may not be one you will like.” she replied. I tilted my head confused. “The king will explain.”

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Author's Note: Already a completed 16 chap. fanfic, BUT i'll most likely add and update to make it better.

[kittenknight33]

Blood on a white dress, a lamb to the knife

She whispered of mercy while draining your life

Lovely to look at, never to touch

And if you look close enough, you can see the fear in her last breath

Radmila, the Angel of Death

Radmila Vasilisa Butterfly was the 14th Queen of Mewni, the daughter of Queen Dora and King Milan.

Radmila was born mute, with pale hair, icy blue eyes, and upside-down butterfly cheek marks.

Both Queen Dora and King Milan were peace-loving and kind, but when Radmila was just six years old, a devastating war broke out in Mewni. The war was between the Butterfly and Dragonfly kingdoms. It began when the Dragonfly king attacked first, and after the Butterfly council decided to retaliate, the Butterfly–Dragonfly War officially began.

These two kingdoms had never liked each other much. Unlike past conflicts, like those under King Gabriel, this war wasn’t about land, it was about destruction. Each side sought to eliminate the other.

This became one of the bloodiest wars in Mewni’s history. It was brutal and merciless, and would last nearly a century. Nearly everyone was left homeless, thousands died, and the realm turned into an apocalyptic, unlivable wasteland.

Few places were safe during the war, and the Butterfly Castle was not one of them. Fearing for her safety, Radmila’s parents sent her far away to a religious boarding school in a forest that belonged to no nation. No one outside the royal family knew where she had gone. Dora and Milan, though disapproving of the war, had to remain at the castle as rulers.

The school was part of the Luxism religion and housed hundreds of girls and teachers. While it offered some standard education, it mainly focused on strict religious teachings.

It was a hyper-dogmatic and psychologically abusive place. The Light (Lux) was taught as the only truth, and even the smallest "dimness" (mistake, emotion, thought) was punished. Teachers believed suffering purified the soul.

Children were locked for days in the cold dungeon beneath the school for the slightest mistakes. Worse, magical sigils were branded into their skin, and these would activate with intense pain whenever the child repeated a “sin” like speaking out or showing fear.

Those who couldn’t “reach enlightenment” were quietly sent away to die in war zones. Radmila's best friend, Lena, was one of those sent away.

Many kids had trauma. This trauma twisted Radmila’s perception of life, light, and salvation.

She grew to despise the school and its religion. Still a child, she and several other girls secretly formed a cult-like sisterhood called The Choir. They reinterpreted ancient texts to glorify death as the ultimate salvation. To them, death freed the soul from “dimness” and returned it to the divine light.

They believed Radmila was The Final Flame, a figure prophesied in The Book of Dimming from the sacred texts of Luxicon. According to their belief, Mewni had fallen into a "Great Darkness" and needed to be saved.

On her 14th birthday, Queen Dora visited the school and, during a secret midnight ceremony in the middle of the forest, passed the wand to Radmila. No one else was to know. Because she didn’t have a crown with her that day, she placed a blackberry bush on her head as a substitute. And when she took her wand and whenever performed magic, wings would appear around her.

Neither Dora nor Milan had any idea what was happening inside the school. The kingdom was in complete chaos.

To Radmila and The Choir, killing was saving. Death was illumination. This was a perversion of Luxism's teachings, but they believed it's the truest version.

When the war reached its peak, Radmila (she was 18 years old) and her followers left the school and began traveling the battlefield, not to heal, but to “liberate” the wounded. They silently killed injured soldiers, believing they were showing mercy.

Radmila was not a bloodthirsty tyrant in the usual sense, she was eerily calm, gentle in voice, and sincere in her delusion. Killing became, to her, an act of divine mercy. She believed she was sending souls “into the Light.”

When she became queen, the war still raged. Her travels with The Choir continued throughout her reign.

Her writings, in which she openly shared her beliefs, were banned and burned by the Church of Lux.

Though her actions were terrifying, some say she truly believed she was helping. Others believe she simply never escaped the torment she endured as a child. To some people, this controversial queen was a genuine saint; to others, simply a lunatic.

One of her spells is called "Lux Mortis", and it kills the target silently with a pale light. There’s no sound, no flame, and no struggle, just sudden stillness.

Another spell, "Flos Cineris", makes a glowing white flower grow from ashes or barren ground where nothing else could live.

"Eyes of the Last Flame" allows her to see the "dimness" in people: not objective truth, but what Radmila believes is spiritual corruption.

[takeyaki]

lost echoes

shuri x fem!reader

summary: y/n and shuri were inseparable best friends, but an unexpected event causes a separation between them. perhaps y/n is involved in a dangerous mission or is believed to be dead. but shuri is determined to retrieve her no matter what.

warnings: light angst, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end :P

the sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the vibrant city of wakanda. its technological marvels and lush greenery were a testament to the nation's progress and prosperity, but even here, shadows could loom in unexpected places.

y/n, with her determined spirit and unyielding courage, had always been shuri's closest confidante. they had shared secrets, dreams, and countless adventures since their childhood. it was a bond forged not just in friendship but in their shared love for wakanda and its people.

before the mission that would tear them apart, they sat together on a secluded balcony, the evening breeze stirring the leaves of nearby plants.

"i can't believe you're leaving on this mission, y/n," shuri said, her voice tinged with concern. "it's dangerous, and i have a bad feeling about it."

y/n offered a reassuring smile. "i know it's risky, shuri, but wakanda needs us to gather information about those weapon dealers. you've seen the damage they can do. i promise i'll be careful."

shuri's expressive brown eyes bore into y/n's, her worry evident. "just come back to me, okay? you mean the world to me."

y/n reached out to hold shuri's hand, squeezing it gently. "i will, shuri. we've faced worse together, remember?"

little did they know that these would be their last moments together for a long time.

the mission had started like any other. y/n was an accomplished operative, and her skills were crucial to wakanda's security. yet, the danger this time was unparalleled, and the information she needed to gather was elusive.

weeks turned into months, and as time stretched on without any word from y/n, anxiety settled in shuri's heart like a stone. she couldn't focus on her inventions or her duties as the princess of wakanda. her thoughts were consumed by y/n's absence.

one evening, shuri approached okoye, the leader of the dora milaje, in a dimly lit room within the palace. her voice quivered with barely suppressed emotion as she spoke.

"okoye, i can't bear it any longer. i need to know what happened to y/n. i can't just sit here and do nothing."

okoye, stoic as ever, nodded in understanding. "i will find out what i can, your highness."

and so, the search for y/n began. okoye utilized her extensive network of contacts, infiltrating secret organizations, and gathering any snippet of information that could lead to y/n's whereabouts.

months turned into a year, and shuri's anguish grew with each passing day. she visited the balcony where they had last spoken, tracing her fingers along the railing and staring out into the night. the moon's soft glow offered her little comfort.

finally, one fateful night, okoye returned with a piece of news. y/n had been declared missing in action, presumed dead. her last mission had gone horribly wrong, and the trail had gone cold.

shuri refused to accept this bleak fate. "no, she can't be dead. i refuse to believe it."

okoye's eyes were sympathetic, but her words were matter-of-fact. "we have searched tirelessly, your highness, but the evidence is undeniable."

shuri's tears flowed freely as the weight of her grief bore down on her. "i can't lose her, okoye. i won't allow it."

determined to find closure, shuri requested access to the mission logs and y/n's personal effects. she poured over every detail, every report, and every message, searching for any clue that might prove y/n was still alive.

the more she dug, the more the pieces of the puzzle started to fit together. there were inconsistencies in the reports, encrypted messages that seemed to suggest y/n had been taken captive rather than killed. shuri's hope was rekindled.

———

under the soft, starlit canopy of the wakandan night, shuri and y/n sat side by side, the tranquility of the hidden cave surrounding them. their hands are inches away from each other. for a while, they simply enjoyed the serene silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

shuri cleared her throat, breaking the silence, but her voice was a gentle whisper, carrying a profound weight of emotions. "y/n, i want to tell you something i should have said a long time ago."

y/n turned to look at her, her eyes filled with curiosity and affection. "what is it, shuri?"

shuri took a deep breath, her gaze never leaving y/n's. "you've always been my best friend, my confidante, and my partner in every adventure we've undertaken. but what i haven't told you, what i've kept hidden in the depths of my heart, is that you mean more to me than anyone else ever could."

y/n's brow furrowed slightly, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "shuri…"

shuri pressed on, her words heartfelt and sincere. "you're the light that brightens my darkest days, the strength that carries me through my toughest battles, and the laughter that fills my heart with joy. you're everything to me. y/n, i love you. i have loved you for as long as i can remember, and i can't imagine my life without you in it."

y/n's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her heart feeling as though it might burst with emotion. she reached up to cup shuri's face, her thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped shuri's eye. "shuri, i… i love you too. i've loved you for so long, and i never thought you could feel the same way."

shuri leaned into y/n's touch, her heart soaring with happiness. "y/n, you've always been the missing piece of my soul. i was a fool to keep my feelings hidden for so long. but now, i want you to know, to truly know, how much you mean to me."

their lips met in a tender, unhurried kiss, a silent promise of a love that had withstood the test of time and distance. the cave around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depth of their emotions and the truth of their love.

as they pulled away, shuri whispered, "y/n, you're the love of my life, and i promise you, from this day forward, i'll never let anything or anyone keep us apart again."

y/n's eyes shone with love and devotion as she replied, "and i promise you, shuri, that my heart belongs to you and you alone. no distance, no obstacle, can ever come between us again."

with their hearts entwined and their love declared, shuri and y/n knew that they had found something truly special, a love that was unbreakable, enduring, and destined to last for eternity.

———

the sun rose over wakanda, bathing the nation in a warm, golden glow once more. shuri and y/n emerged from the cave, hand in hand, ready to face the world together. their journey had been filled with pain and separation, but their love had endured, and they were finally reunited.

as they walked back to the palace, shuri couldn't help but smile, knowing that she had found her soulmate, and that their love was stronger than any obstacle. she whispered to y/n, "i love you more than anything in this world, and i will never let you go."

y/n's eyes sparkled with love and devotion as she replied, "and i love you, shuri, with all my heart. i will always be by your side."

their love story had been tested by time and distance, but it had emerged triumphant, a beacon of hope and strength for all of wakanda to see.

[kavehayati]

She’s a great alhaitham fic writer what can I say sighhhh

[thistlecatfics]

Tedromeda Rec List

I put together a Tedromeda rec list for an anon ask of @spindrifters, and I figured it ought to be its own post! I like messy, imperfect, bordering on toxic Tedromeda, and I especially love lesbian!Tedromeda so if those are not your things you may not vibe with this rec list and that's ok! But if they are -

Turncoat: in defense of andromeda tonks nee black, @ink-splotch (8.3k) 

“When her little cousin Sirius got disowned too, years later, Andromeda sent him a fruit basket.”

This fic was so big and so brilliant and the world building is so excellent. It made me cry. I had to triple check the word count in putting it here because it seems so much longer because it’s just so rich with life and detail. 

War, or Peace, or Whatever This Is, Slyboots (7.6k) 

“Fall in line, that’s the way, and never mind who gives the orders. Carrying on, that’s the British national sport.”In the aftermath of the Fall of the Ministry of Magic, Andromeda Tonks does what little good she can.”

I love a war time fic with complicated world building and no good choices. Really brilliant fic. The sharp, fast moving pace adds to the paranoid anything-can-happen-at-any-moment feeling of a coup.

In Memoriam, Bitterfic on LiveJournal (6k)

“When he was young, brash, he had said that the Muggle-born were as good as any purebloods, yet he had never doubted that Andromeda Black was infinitely superior to him. Even after twenty-five years of marriage, he never thought of her by his name, as Andromeda Tonks. She was to him always Andromeda Black whose voice cut through the darkness that night in the Forbidden Forest.” (cw: sexual assault, suicidal ideation) 

A brilliant haunting little fic from my favorite LJ writer from wayyy back in the day. Ted Tonks POV

Andromeda Liberata (133k+ WIP) (lesbian Tedromeda) 

“In which Andromeda Black cruelly betrays her sisters and sets in motion the total destruction of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black because she fell in love with a lesbian muggleborn.”

While it might be tacky to put your own fic in a rec list,  I’m quite proud of it :)

i don’t forgive you (but please don’t hold me to it) by evawrites (10k, T) (lesbian Tedromeda)

For Andromeda, the choice is not between the Dark and the Light. It’s not between Headmaster Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, not between Teddy’s family and her own. Instead, it’s between Bella and Teddy. Foolishly, Andromeda prays she’ll get to keep both.(She gets to keep neither.)

Dark and haunting and the contrast between Bellatrix and Ted is so well set up.

history books forgot about us by spindrifters (25k, E)

Andromeda Black meets Ted Tonks quite by accident, and it’s something like mischief at first sight. From the lost papers and mixed-up files of the marginalia universe, the complete history of a relationship that was never meant to happen.

This canon-divergent universe is everything, and these two recklessly in love kids are everything to me!

wherefore/evermore by @leftsidedown (150 words, T)

continuing the Great Literary Tradition of mad women writing villanelles

A poem!!

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And then some Andromeda-centric fic where Tedromeda is important but it's not really a shippy fic:

not like the rest of them by unspeakable3 (11k, T)

Sirius has recently followed in Andromeda's footsteps and emancipated himself from their family. This afternoon, the two cousins will reunite - and see each other for the first time in four years. Andromeda is nervous. Sirius is nervous. There is a lot they need to say to each other.

Imperfect runaways!!

we were sisters once (we have another love now) by Nefaria_Black (3k, T)

Dora is six and few things are more exciting than a day spent in Diagon Alley. Even if the street is packed with people. Even if she’s separated from her parents by the crowd Because Mother is easy enough to find, isn’t she?

Haunting fairytale vibes

The Waves by nanneramma (3k, M)

Andromeda is not sure if she got it right. But she tried.

Gorgeous canon-compliant character study

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And for those who like some Blackcest with their Tedromeda:

Clip, Ravel, Cleave by @vdoshu (15k, E)

Before Andromeda met Ted, she was a Black, through and through. While years later the story was told that she’d turned her back on her family’s dark ways, in truth, nothing was so simple.In the beginning, it was just Andromeda and Bella. And it was just the two of them until it was too much.

An all-time favorite featuring Andromeda and Ted meeting after Hogwarts and dark magic addiction and all sorts of dark goodness

[tieflingkisser]

Seven European nations urge Israel to ‘reverse its current policy’ on Gaza

Israel has halted the entry of food, medication and all other essentials into the Palestinian territory since March 2.

from the article:

A group of seven European nations has called for an end to Israel’s military assault and blockade of Gaza, as the United Nations aid chief says time should not be wasted on an alternative United States-backed proposal to deliver aid to the Palestinian territory.

In a joint statement late on Friday, the leaders of Iceland, Ireland, Luxembourg, Malta, Slovenia, Spain and Norway said they “will not be silent in front of the man-made humanitarian catastrophe that is taking place before our eyes in Gaza” as Israel’s blockade has prevented the delivery of humanitarian aid for two and a half months.

“We call upon the government of Israel to immediately reverse its current policy, refrain from further military operations and fully lift the blockade, ensuring safe, rapid and unimpeded humanitarian aid to be distributed throughout the Gaza strip by international humanitarian actors,” the statement read.

“More than 50,000 men, women, and children have lost their lives. Many more could starve to death in the coming days and weeks unless immediate action is taken,” it said.

Meanwhile, the Council of Europe, a body that works to safeguard human rights and democracy, also noted that Gaza was suffering from a “deliberate starvation” and warned that Israel was sowing “the seeds for the next Hamas” in the territory, referring to the Palestinian armed group.

“The time for a moral reckoning over the treatment of Palestinians has come – and it is long overdue,” said Dora Bakoyannis, rapporteur for the Middle East at the Parliamentary Assembly of the Council of Europe.

The European calls came hours after UN aid chief Tom Fletcher said 160,000 pallets of relief and 9,000 trucks were ready to enter Gaza.

“To those proposing an alternative modality for aid distribution, let’s not waste time. We already have a plan,” he said in a statement.

“We have the people. We have the distribution networks. We have the trust of the communities on the ground. And we have the aid itself – 160,000 pallets of it – ready to move. Now,” he said.

[dragoneyes613]

What happened in Entebbe, Uganda, on July 4, 1976, was one of the happiest events in modern Jewish history: A group of Jews destined to be murdered was saved from its attackers.

The crisis at Entebbe had been precipitated on June 27, when terrorists of the Popular Front for the Liberation of Palestine hijacked an Air France plane to Uganda. The choice of country was no accident; Uganda's dictator, Idi Amin, was one of the few world leaders willing to go on record as an admirer of Adolf Hitler's treatment of the Jews. The hijackers seemed intentionally to evoke the association with German Nazism. Jewish and Israeli passengers were quickly separated from non-Jews in a manner reminiscent of the Nazis. Once they had their hostages on hand, the terrorists announced that they would murder the Jews unless Israel and other countries released fifty-three Palestinian "freedom fighters."

Israel entered into negotiations with the PLO, even as Israel antiterrorist units examined all possible military options for freeing the captives. Fortunately, Israel had detailed photographs of the Entebbe airport that had been taken several years earlier when a friendlier government was in power, and Israel had helped train the Ugandan Air Force. Israeli agents grilled the non-Jewish passengers who had been released, and learned many details about the terrorist operation, most important of all being the precise location of the hostages and the guards. On the afternoon of July 3, less than a day before the hostages were due to be murdered Defense Minister Shimon Peres ordered the rescue mission on its way.

The lead Israeli plane flew at a sufficiently low altitude to evade Uganda radar, then landed in a remote part of the airport. Three other planes followed. A Mercedes-Benz was lowered out of the first plane, with a hefty Israeli soldier inside made up to resemble Amin. The Israeli imitation of the usual Amin entourage confused the Ugandan and terrorists troops for several seconds. The Israelis burst into the terminal where the hostages were held, and within fifteen seconds killed the terrorists guarding them. Less than an hour after the first Israeli plane arrived, the hostages were flown out of the country. Unfortunately, one elderly Jewish woman, Dora Bloch, had been taken earlier to a Ugandan hospital. After the Israelis left, Amin had her murdered. Three other hostages were killed during the operation.

The commander of the Israeli force, Captain Yonatan Netanyahu, was the only Israeli soldier killed during the mission. He has since become one of the heroic figures of modern Jewish life, and a large selection of his letters were published posthumously in a deeply moving book.

On July 4, 1946 - thirty years to the day before Entebbe - forty-two Jewish survivors of the Holocaust who had returned to their hometown village of Kielce, Poland, were murdered in a brutal pogrom by their Christian neighbors. On July 4, 1976, over a hundred Jews who were about to be murdered were saved by the Israeli Army. More than anything else, Entebbe continues to symbolize for Jews the importance of there being a Jewish state. When they didn't have a nation of their own, Jews could be killed with impunity. With a state, for the first time in two thousand years, Jews who were threatened had a fighting chance.

- Jewish Literacy, Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, pages 347-348

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2023

5 JULY 2023 || The Duchess of Rothesay attended the National Service of Thanksgiving and Dedication to the coronation of King Charles III and Queen Camilla at St Giles' Cathedral in Edinburgh.

Catherine was in -

↬ 'Mayfair' Blue Coat in Blue with Bespoke Details by Catherine Walker

↬ Bespoke Ascot Day Hat in 'Blue' by Philip Treacy

↬ Queen Elizabeth's Four Row Japanese Pearl Choker

↬ Princess Diana's Collingwood Pearl Drop Earrings

↬ Princess Diana's Three Strand Pearl Bracelet by Nigel Milne

↬ Scalloped Clutch in Blue (possibly L.K. Bennett's Dora Clutch)

↬ 'Rebecca' Pumps in 'Cobalt Suede' from Emmy London