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[tomssexdoll]

The Unspoken Truth

PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: ANGST + SMUT + FLUFF

SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are enemies and have been for years, he shows up to one of the parties she's at and tries to start shit with her, she is having none of it and tries to ignore him but he would stick to her like a fly, never leaving her alone. Finally she snapped, revealing a secret he never thought would leave her lips..

A/N: HI

WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggy), sucking d, degrading, hair pulling, spanking, teasing, arguing, mentions of alcohol

Me and Tom were enemies, we had been since we were young, every time I had to be near him it was like the world was about to end, everyone knew we despised each other, sometimes even purposefully putting us in situations where we had to be with each other, we both drove each other crazy and it would always end up in an argument.

I always yelled at him, screaming in his face for the little things he did, whatever he did just pissed me off. I had been invited to a party hosted by one of the most popular guys in our grade, he usually threw annual parties like this, my friend was dating him so of course I was invited.

I had no idea he was going to be there, my friends hiding it from me because they didn't want it to ruin my night. I got dressed, wearing something skimpy in hopes for a hookup, I did some basic makeup and straightened my hair, putting some heels on and running outside to the beeping car.

My friends blasted their music, booming throughout the street. They opened the door for me and I hopped in, speeding off to the address of the party. Every year he'd surprise us with where the party was being held, usually it was his house but this year it was at a random location in the middle of no where, a mansion he rented on air bnb.

We never had to worry about bringing out own alcohol, he was loaded with money and bought copious amounts of alcohol for everyone. As we pulled up, multiple other cars scattered the driveway.

The music filled the air, windows full of lively teenagers drinking and dancing. We all walked inside, I split from my group and went over to the alcohol stand in the kitchen, the kitchen island was full of different kinds of alcohol, vodka, gin, tequila, beer, etc.

I heard a familiar voice behind me, as it came closer I realized it was Tom, I grunted and just decided to ignore him, I didn't want him to ruin my night like he always would at these parties, one word from him and i'd go crazy.

As he noticed me not willing to fight he just glared at me, his piercing gaze narrowing as he watched my every move. Despite the animosity between us, he couldn't help but notice my skimpy dress, the way my tits sat so well. As he approached the counter he just ignored me, turning away from me so he could focus on his friends.

I grabbed my drink and quickly walked off, not wanting to hear his stupid voice, the sound of it making my blood boil. I reconnected with my friends, grabbing their hands and dancing with them, my hips swaying to the music.

Tom couldn't help but stare, his mind racing with dirty thoughts as he watched me dance. His pulse quickened as he took in every curve and angle of my body, he quickly snapped back to reality and took a sip of his drink, pretending like nothing happened.

As the night wore on, I could see Tom's eyes constantly wandering over to me, his mind a mix of desire and annoyance. He didn't want to admit it, but he was becoming infuriated with my fiery spirit and the way I moved, acting so careless about him being there.

I honestly found it weird how much he was staring at me, usually he'd just ignore my existence or annoy me, yet this time he was doing the opposite? I just left it and kept dancing with my friends, enjoying the booming music, rattling the house from its intensity.

His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he watched me spin and twirl on the dance floor, my laughter and smiles captivating the attention of everyone around me. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously, wonder why he couldn't be the one there, holding me close and making me laugh.

I eventually got too tired and went into the kitchen, my forehead glistening with sweat as I searched the cupboards for a cup, I quickly grabbed one and poured myself some water. His gaze followed me into the kitchen, his eyes fixed on my sweaty body, the way my chest heaved with each breath.

He strode into the kitchen, his movements slow and deliberate. I noticed a presence behind me and quickly turn around, rolling my eyes as I realized it was Tom. "What do you want?" I sighed, focusing my attention back to my water.

His eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that made my skin prickle, his voice low as he replied, "I want to know what's going on, why you're deliberately ignoring me," I scoffed, "that's all? I just want to have fun without you fucking ruining my night, is that so bad? Can I not, not argue with you for once?" I huffed out, anger bubbling up inside me.

"You're being so fucking boring, cmon, lighten up," he rolled his eyes, stepping closer to me, trying to intimidate me. "Oh fuck off Tom, stop trying to start shit, you always do this!" I raised my voice, turning a few heads.

"Oh, you're one to talk about starting shit. Tell me, when have you ever backed down from a confrontation? When have you ever let anyone else have the last word?" he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Just leave me alone tom, stop trying to start shit with me I'm not fucking interested, I want to have a fun night without seeing your face," I spat out, walking off but he just kept following me, taking a step closer to block my path, interrogating and annoying me, "you can try to run but we both know you're not getting away from me that easily," Tom grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he continued to pursue me.

"Fuck off!" I yelled, trying to push past him but he grabbed my arm, yanking me back against his body, his grip firm and unyielding, "cmon, fight back y/n, you know you want to.." he chuckled, whispering tauntingly in my ear, his fingers digging into my skin.

"Fine! For fuck sakes if that's what you want I'll do it, you are so fucking annoying! This is why I can't stand being around you, you always fucking bring me to my breaking point!" I screamed at him, everyone turning around, staring at us as I berated him.

"Ah finally, the real you comes out to play," he said, his eyes flashing with excitement, a wicked smile spreading across his face as he revelled in the intensity of the moment. He didn't flinch, even as I screamed at him, his grip on my arm only tightening.

"I fucking hate you Tom! I hate you!" I yelled, my voice bouncing off the walls, by now everyone was invested, peeking around the corners and pushing others out of the way to see the fight. "You always ruin my night Tom, always! I can never have fun without you making me miserable!" I pushed him off me, my chest heaving with intense emotion.

"Oh you hate me huh?" he scoffed, his smile only growing wider as he absorbed the full force of my venomous words, "you think I don't fucking hate you too? I fucking despise you," he yelled back, never backing down, instead taking a step closer, his voice low and dangerous.

"Oh really? If you hate me so much why were you destroying my pussy last year? If you hate me so much why were you groaning my name as you came in me?!" I screamed, everyone around us gasping and whispering to each other.

His face turned pale, his cocky smile wiping off his face, his eyes flashed with anger and embarrassment as my words cut deep, He took another step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "you fucking slut..how dare you bring that up, in front of fucking everyone," a muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched his teeth.

"Well guess what, I just fucking did! What are you going to do about it, huh?" I kept yelling, "should I tell them about how you were calling me yours, marking me with hickeys and saying if you saw me with another guy you'd kill him?" I kept interrogating him, driving him closer to the edge, his face red with anger.

"You're playing with fire.." he growled, his voice low and menacing, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him, his grip tight as he glared down at me. "Should I tell them ab-" but before I could finish my sentence he suddenly grabbed me, slinging me over his shoulder and storming off, bulldozing through the crowed in front of us.

He carried me off, my flailing legs kicking gin the air as he strides purposefully throughout the house, his powerful physique easily shouldering aside anyone who dared to get in his way. The air was thick with tension, the murmurs of onlookers echoing around me as he marched into a random room, slamming the door behind him and locking it.

"Get off! Fucking let me go!" I screamed, trying to escape his deathly tight grip. His grip only tightened on my legs, ignoring my futile attempts to break free. He carried me further into the room, dropping me unceremoniously into a nearby armchair, "you're going to fucking listen to me!" he yelled, his hands tangling in my hair and grabbing a fistful of it, tugging it roughly.

"Ow! Tom!" I whined, swatting at him, desperately trying to escape. His eyes flashed with anger, his grip on my hair relentless as he leaned in close, his voice a low, menacing snarl, "you think you're so smart, don't you? Trying to expose our business to the whole fucking world," I scoffed, oh shut up, it wasn't that bad.." I muttered, glaring at him.

"Not that bad? NOT THAT BAD?" he screamed, "get on your fucking knees.." he growled lowly, his arousal growing in his pants. My eyes widened, shocked at his words, "Tom...what.." I mumbled, scoffing slightly at his confidence, "what did I say? I said GET ON YOUR KNEES," he pulled me to my feet, shoving me down onto my knees.

He used his free hand to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly stripped down his pants, revealing his throbbing member, "tom.." I gasped, my mouth slightly agape as his cock stood tall in front of my face, twitching in anticipation.

His grip on my hair tightened, guiding my head forward as he pressed his cock against my lips, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, He smirked as he watched me hesitate, knowing full well the effect he had on me.

I couldn't lie, the way he was acting so dominant turned me on to a max, my pussy throbbing with each passing second, the tension so high any slight movement would break into us destroying each other.

I came back to my senses, wrapping my hand around his cock, pumping a few times before taking him in, inch by inch gliding into my mouth. His hips subtly thrusted forward as he savoured the sensation, his grip on my hair relaxing slightly, but only to allow him to gently guide my head back and forth, dictating the pace.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed through the room as I worked his cock with my mouth and hand. His fingers threaded through my hair, guiding my movements with an unspoken demand for more. His hips started to rock, fucking my face with slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Mmh.." I moaned softly, the vibrations on his cock driving him crazy, rolling his eyes back at the sensation. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, jerking off whatever I couldn't fit in my mouth, occasionally I could swirl my tongue over his sensitive tip, gaining a reaction out of him every time.

He threw his head back, "fuck...that's it you dirty slut.." the sound of his ragged breath filling the air as he succumbed to the pleasure I was bestowing upon him. With a sharp intake of breath, he bucked his hips, thrusting even deeper into my mouth, making me slightly choke. The veins on his shaft bulged as he struggled to maintain control.

His body began to tense, the muscles in his abdomen and thighs flexing as he reached the peak of his arousal. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, and he seized a handful of my hair, holding my head in place as he prepared to release his load.

"Gonna cum soon, gonna make you swallow all of my cum like the dirty fucking whore you are." My eyes began to water as his tip repeatedly hit the back of my throat, I whined as I felt my jaw tensing, but I was determined to give him the best orgasm of his life, working as hard as I could despite my jaw about to give out.

Saliva built around my mouth, dribbling down my chin, mascara tears falling down my cheeks. His balls started to tighten, his orgasm dangerously close. He loved the sight of me being so obedient, taking his cock so deeply, being a mess for him.

He brought his thumbs to my face, smudging the already ruined makeup, making a mess on my face. With a guttural groan, Tom erupted, his cock pulsating as thick ropes of cum shot deep into my eager mouth. He held me in place, forcing me to swallow every drop of his release as his orgasmic pleasure consumed him.

He slowly slipped his cock out of my mouth, a long string of saliva connecting from his tip to my lips, I slowly stood up, his eyes still glazed with pleasure, raking over my trembling form, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he watched me struggle to stable myself.

He reached out, his large hand cupping my chin as he tilted my face to meet his gaze, "strip, now.." he commanded, leaving no room for further discussion.

My heart picked up it's pace at his words, I hesitated for a second, "but..tom.." I looked up at him, his smirk growing wider at my resistance, his eyes glinting with an unyielding intensity. "Don't make me repeat myself," he warned, his fingers tightening around my chin.

"Strip. Now." his tone left no room for argument, every word dripping with authority and a hint of menace. "O-okay..." I said softly, his gaze and words making me instantly crumble.

I slowly backed away, turning around and moving my hair to my chest, signalling for Tom to help. He instantly got the memo, stepping forward and slowly zipping the zip down, exposing my back to him, his cock twitching in anticipation, trying to hold back from ripping my dress off me.

As the zipper descended, Tom's hands lingered at my waist, his fingers grazing at the small of my back. He let out a low whistle, his eyes roving over my exposed skin, taking in the curve of my spine and the swell of my ass.

I smirked at his teasing and gently slipped the dress off, revealing that I was only wearing a lacey thong and no bra, my tits completely exposed, the cool night air brushing against my nipples.

"God..you're so beautiful.." he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in closer, his breath hot against my neck. I tilted my head to the side, gasping softly as he placed gentle, demanding kisses.

His hands slid up to my tits, gently cupping them as he continued to kiss my neck, his kisses now becoming rougher as he sucked on the skin, leaving marks in their path. His lips whispered dirty things on my skin, his words only heightening the sense of anticipation building inside me.

His teeth grazed my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine as he ground himself on my ass, the firm press of his cock a reminder of the inevitable. "Get on the bed baby and get on all fours, I want you spread and ready for my cock.." he whispered, gently grazing his fingers over my nipples, pinching them ever so slightly.

"Mmmh...okay..." I said, completely hypnotized and under his control. I slowly took my thong off, letting it fall to the floor, walking over to the bed and climbing on top, getting myself ready in the position he so desired.

I felt the bed dip behind me, his eyes locked onto my provocative pose, his gaze burning with an intense desire. He scooted closer, his hands reached out to caress the curve of my ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're a vision, baby.." he whispered, his voice husky with lust.

I giggled softly at his words, pursing my ass high in the air, revealing my dripping pussy to him, aching for his cock. He growled lowly in his throat at the sight, his control slipping as his cock throbbed with need. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back against him so he could grind his hard length against my wet heat. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget my own name.." he smirked, lining the head of his cock with my entrance.

Without further notice he slowly started to bury himself inside me, groaning as my pussy engulfed him, the overwhelming sensations bringing him to the brink of insanity. He gripped my hips tightly, setting a fast and brutal pace as he pounded into me, each thrust bringing him closer and closer to his release.

"Fuck! Take it all you dirty whore!" he said, his voice loud and laced with desire, "ohhh fuck! Mmh, Tom!" I moaned loudly, feeling his tip hit my g spot repeatedly.

"You like that, hmm? You want me to fuck you harder?" he asked, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into me with reckless abandon, his hand coming down and smacking my ass roughly, leaving a prominent red mark, "yess! Harder, fuck!" I cried out, depserately gripping onto the sheets.

With a feral growl, Tom complied, his powerful hips driving me into unrelenting force. The bed creaked under the force of his thrusts as he ravanged my pussy, his cock pounding against my cervix with each brutal stroke.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair again, pulling me up towards him, his chest resting against my back, "you wanna reveal our private business, hm? You wanna tell everyone what we do behind closed doors? Fucking take it..take my cock you fucking brat.." he grunted, slamming his cock deep into my quivering hole as I whined and moaned.

"Tommm! Fuck!" I practically screamed, the pleasure and pain mixing into an addicting sensation, his spare hand moved down to my clit, his fingers moving swiftly over it, his strokes rough and demanding as he sent me spiralling into ecstasy, making my roll my eyes back.

It was almost too much to bear, his cock slamming into me with unrelenting force as his fingers worked on my clit like a professional. "Come for me, slut. Cum all over my cock..." he grunted, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh my god!" I cried out, feeling my stomach turn in knots, he smirked as he felt my walls tighten around his cock, a clear sign I was about to cum. "Good girl..cum for me.." he praised as he continued to fuck me with reckless abandon, his fingers never stopping their assault on my clit. He wanted to see me fall apart beneath him.

His grip tightened on my hair, adding pain to the pleasure, heightening it even more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I squealed, feeling his fingers double their efforts, rubbing faster and faster, bringing me dangerously close to my orgasm.

"Shit!" I screamed, moaning loudly as I came on his cock, my legs trembling at the strength of my orgasm. He groaned, feeling my orgasm milk him for all he had as he continued to thrust into me. He couldn't hold back any longer, releasing himself inside of me, filling me up with his seed, "fuckk! Take my cum you fucking cumslut!" he growled into my ear, his grip loosening on my hair, letting me fall into the mattress.

"Jesus..." he muttered as he caught his breath, our chests both heaving from the intense sex we had. He collapsed beside me, pulling me close and letting me cuddle up to him, gently caressing my hair to calm me down.

After a few minutes I finally spoke up, "Tom..?" I looked up at him, "hm..?" he lifted his head, his chest still heaving as he looked down at me, a small, satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Why do you always act like you hate me if we just end up like this? I mean, cmon Tom..." I sighed, "why do we even hate each other?" he chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind my ear, "I mean I could ask you the same but, I don't know, I guess it's always been that way," he shrugged.

"Look..." he sighed, "when im with my friends i just put on a front, but when i'm alone i'm always thinking about you," my eyes widened in surprise at his words, "Tom...I...I don't know what to say," my cheeks flushed a light shade of pink.

"Don't say anything baby...all I need is you here, in my arms. I don't want to "hate" you anymore, I want to love you, to show everyone how much I love you, to prove them wrong" he leaned in close, pressing his forehea2d against mine, I smiled gently, "me too Tom..I want nothing more then to just be like this with you every day, I'm sick and tired of acting like I hate you.."

"We'll break the news to everyone later..for now I just want to hold you.." he whispered gently, placing a few soft kisses to my head, holding me tighter as we rested from our mind blowing orgasms.

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[foxdies]

right so i really dont know what else to do here but just ask. i am a very disabled lgbt jewish man (both physically and mentally) who cannot deep clean my apartment to the extent it requires. i am trying to book a one time service to aid in this because it will never happen otherwise. i have done some pre-cleaning myself but i just simply cant do it all, i suffer from severe chronic pain and balance issues that limit my ability to clean our apartment.

my father and i live in a two bedroom one bathroom apartment that desperately needs a deep cleaning. we have been living with a mice infestation since we moved in, in 2010. the constant biohazard of the mice makes us both sick and ruins our food and clothing regularly.

my landlord is finally getting an exterminator to deal with the mice, but we're still going to be left with a dirty apartment that i cant deep clean on my own.

i am playing around with a reliable cleaning service with an online estimator and the price is going to be anywhere from 300 to 500 dollars here depending on if they decide theyre going to charge more for the apartments issues.

i really dont know what else to do but ask for help.

if you can help me, every last cent will go toward being able to afford to pay for this (the date is not set, you just have to select one to get any approximation).

please rb if you can, thank you so so much for your consideration. i can/will add photos of the rooms as proof if asked.

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[sherlockig]

Hello my little grieving friends (aka my CREW!)

I just want to talk about how much our flag means death has given me. I have not had internet friends since i were a teenager. They all kind of disapeared over time in the same way as high school classmates went away. I have been on this blog on tumblr since 2010 and i have never experienced what ofmd has given me. Not even in my very derranged ca 5 year long sherlock-era did i get to befriend and know this many amazing people who live in my phone. Some of you have come and gone and that is life, but some of you are still here and I hope I get to keep you here for a very long time. Max can not stop us and I want to be here with you until tumblr is put down like the beloved rabid pet it is.

I think we are all taking the news very hard and I think it's important to remember what it is all about really. It's about love and family and above all else the crew so i just want to show some love for my beloved mutuals. And i hope maybe some of you will be inspired to do the same because its what we need in these dark times. We need to be a lighthouse guiding each other to shore.

First of all @gentlebeard - Ella💕 my beloved honey 🍯 I can not explain properly or even believe how lucky I am that I found you and that I get a little good morning from you every day. We have been talking every single day since the first message over a year ago and I don't remember or want to remember how i survived before that. I will treasure the time i spent drinking pina coladas on your balcony in the sun forever and i hope i will get some more time on that balcony this summer. I have found a pirate bar in Sweden so we can continue our expensive pirate drinks theme that we started in Berlin. There is no one else i want to spend 6-8 hours talking to over the phone.💕My partner in crime, lasagna partner and floor person or whatever nicknames we have come up with during this time. You are not just the perfect friend to have, you are also funny, sweet, smart and a expert at making fanvideos that make me cry my heart out and laugh my lungs up - sometimes at the same time 💕💕

@blakbonnet - Meow my darling💕 you were the first one i really started to talk to in the fandom and i am so glad i did. You brighten my days and i love talking to you you brilliant humanbeing (i often find myself thinking i have listened to much to cabin pressure because i struggle to use any other word than brilliant to explain things.. the Arthur runs deep in me) also thank you for being my personal skincare guide in life!! Your fics, your art, your edits, your gifs, your meta the whole you make my dash a better place and we are all happy to have you! There is nothing you are not good at and i am both a bit jealus and impressed by you. Its Meows fandom we all just live in it 💕💕

@youshouldseemeinadeerstalker - Nes my dear💕 We may not be talking very often but I know I always have you there. I loved our vacation together and we had so much to talk about that we didn't even realize that the same song kept playing in my car so long that it messed up my spotify wrapped. It was amazing taking naps with you outside ruins of castles and in botanical gardens and living together in the worlds smallest hotel room. I hope we can get lost together in more cities than Hamburg and Copenhagen. (preferably without rain and sickness and maybe with a map) 💕💕

@darkinerry - Marlena 💕 its a pleasure getting weather and work updates from you and i am always interested in knowing what you have been up to and what you have to say. It brightens my day, please never stop!! Your videos and gifsets can make any day better and you are always kind and funny which are two things i appreciate hugely in my friends!! 💕💕 + You have the coolest haircut out of all my mutuals 😌

@aha-my-villainous-thoughts - Ash my wife💕 my love💕Nothing can make me scream, blush and giggle as much as your fanart. You have this style of everything you make from fanart to dolls to interior design that is so special and breathtaking. One day we will drink so many lattes in a cosy cafe and then sniff lush products for the rest of the day. 💕 You are always there for me - as a online shoulder to cry on or to motivate me with the smuttiest wips ever. I am happy to be mutual married to you 💕💕

@bizarrelittlemew - Ida 💕- my thirsting for rhys brother in arms. I can not imagine tumblr without your gifs or your posts. I love screaming with you over a picture of rhys darbys bicep. I am so happy i got to meet you this summer and i really hope it will happen again. We are not that far from each other, just some miles and a stupid bridge; we can make it. You are always a sweetheart and an incredible friend who write the hottest fanfiction ever💕💕

@dickfuckk - josh 💕 (who I also thought for a long time was called tyler) I dont know where the fandom would be without your bts blog! its a international treasure and a service to humanity. i don't know how you do it. 💕You always have everything i have ever been looking for and as a bonus you are witty and funny like no one else. I am so happy i got to meet you and spend a whole day in your company! 💕

@izzy-b-hands - Holden my absolute darling!💕 I am so glad I got the chance to get to know you! You are smart, funny and kind and my izzy mutual tm. You are always there for me with kind words and I am still forever shipping izzy and the third badminton brother which I think is the best headcanon I have ever helped coming up with. 💕

@funforahermit - Kristina 💕 Your love for Rhys and your gifs are a staple on tumblr and my dash. I know where to go when i need someone to understand how hot Steve is (even if we have agreed that he is yours and Murray is mine which i still think is a fine deal). I very often make or see a picture of Rhys and my first thought is "I NEED TO SHOW KRISTINA THIS" so you live rentfree in my brain 💕

@rainbowcrowley - Addi 💕If i ever start playing wow again you bet i am gonna be talking your ear off about my little frost mages progress but in the meantime i am happy to have you on my dash and even if we don't talk that much are you a beloved part of my dash and brighten it daily.💕💕

@fandomsmeantheworldtome - Maria💕 You were one of the very first people i found in this fandom and your gifs might have helped my rhys obession taking form. You might be into many things I have never heard of but its a pleasure seeing your excitement over everything. You are always a ray of sunshine and i love that so much💕💕

@tabbystardust - Tabby dear💕 You are the kindest person I know who I always get the strongest need to hug and hold close. Your fanart is beyond this world and i adore it like nothing else. Its always both hot and soft in the best way ever💕 I am always excited to get kitty updates and to hear about your ramen receipts. I hope we can still meet at the con next year! I am game if you are!! 💕💕

@hummingbee-o0o - Humming 💕 (i dont know your name sorry) I am always excited to hear your thoughts and metas about everything ofmd related as well as your beautiful art. 💕 it was a pleasure to scream about season 2 after every watched episode!💕

@xoxoemynn - Emy 💕💕 i am so happy to be mutual with you! 💕You always bring joy to the people who get to be around you and fill my dash with the same. We might not talk often but i know you got my back! That is the kind of person you are!💕

@saltpepperbeard - Jodi💕 No one write tags on tumblr dot com like you. There is nothing that can cheer me up more than see that one of my posts has gotten a whole ass novel written in the tags and then i instinctively know that its you who have left your wonderful mark. You are always excited and such a lovely human to be mutual with. 💕 And on top of that you make incredible gifs that make my heart stop!!! 💕💕

@autumnbois - Kai 💕💕 I hope you are doing okay. We might not talk much right now but you were there for me when i needed it most and you are a good friend to have living in my phone.💕💕 I will think of you whenever i see something related to scream and your love for piccrew always make me smile💕

@edsbacktattoo - Jams, jams jams! 💕 We are never online at the same time because of the damn time differences *shakes fist* but you are a staple in this fandom. Your art is incredible and you are the sweetest cookie in the jar. You are funny and always spread good energy to everyone around you and I love that with my whole heart💕💕

@kiwistede - Sam 💕 Your love for stede and rhys is unmet and i love you for that. You are always a good source for some rhys darby insanity and we all know that is what i treausure most here in life! 💕💕

@stedesearring - Kaitlin💕 You are the sweetest and kindest soul out here always spreading joy and love like the sun of my dash. 💕 I always love seeing you and i am happy to have the pleasure to have you as a friend in my phone! 💕💕

@stedebonnets - Ara 💕 Where would we be without your gifs?? without your joy?? without your blog?? without you?? No one knows! I am so happy to call you a mutual and friend and you always bring a smile to my face. Always!!💕💕

@appleteeth - Liz 💕 No one is quite as normal about rhys darby as you and it a pleasure to watch! Speaking of pleasure.. your fic the slightest touch is an all time favorite of mine and i would be embarrassed to tell you how many times i have read it... you are one of my mutuals that i am baffled that they want to follow me. Its a privilege! 💕

@as-a-creww - Caroline dear 💕 You are a beloved mutual and your blog are a permanent part of my dash and i want to keep it like that! you are the friendliest of the friendliest and what is more important than that?? 💕💕

@nandorisms - Ed dear💕 Your shameless reblogs makes the world go around. You are always sweet and a much needed wwdits addition to my life. I count you as a dear friend living in my heart!💕

@londonlock - Londie! 💕💕 The only sherlock mutual i have left and i am very happy to have kept you! 💕 I might have left those days behind me but you know as well as i that sherlock lives in my soul and seeing some sherlock and john love on a daily basis keep me grounded and on top of that are you such a romantic and beautiful human being! 💕💕

@follovver - Tanya 💕 My fellow Swedish ofmd fan! I am very happy to have found you! its nice to be able do discuss it in my mother tongue and i hope we one day can do it live! its to bad we never met when we went to the same uni (or maybe we did but didn't know) Du är fantastisk!! 💕

@wastingyourgum - Al💕(which i always read in my head as artificial intelligence and giggle because it make me feel like you are a robot) My fellow rhys friend. You bring me doses of darby when its most needed and your blog is always on fleek 💕💕

@xray-vex - Xray 💕 100 % one of my funniest mutuals!💕💕 You make hilarious posts that no one else could even dream of coming up with! Always top tier blog content and what more can a girl ask for??💕

@jellybeanium124 - Nina💕 I can not imagine my blog without you! Your posts are always a delight and you are so nice and sweet and funny and incredible (even when you make math mistakes kisses kisses) You bring a honest joy into the fandom that we could not live without! 💕💕

@thunderwingdoomslayer - Nellie 💕 My official rhys darby gif provider who I come to as if i needed a new hit of an illegal substance. I salute you and thank you for your service!💕💕

@forestofsprites - Green my dear 💕You might have gone from ofmd to be the supernatural provider of my dash but that does not stop you from being the kindest forest spirit i know. Your presence is calming in a way i can not explain and i am glad to have you and your love for meg here.💕💕

@cheersmequeers - Kate💕💕 A big puzzle piece to bring my dash together. Always filling it with my favorite gay pirates and i love having you here. Always friendly and full of love.💕💕

@sugashook - Sugaaa💕💕 You know i am in love with your art! Your art is always on top and it bring me back to life every time. I keep the dress i bought from you on the outside of my closet so every morning its the first thing i see and it sets the day right!💕💕 I wear your art on my tshirt to the gym as often as i can hoping to lure in a ofmd fan between the weights but that has not happened yet sadly!! Never stop making your art!! The world would be at loss if that happened 💕💕

@lacefuneral - Jay 💕(should be called YAY because that is what i say when i see a new selfie or fashion post from you) You are a fantastic friend and i love your love for stede and you are always kind and patient in a way that makes me comfortable to ask you questions about something i might not be familiar with. You are forever my moth mutual in my mind 💕💕

@meanmisscharles - Charles 💕 In my head i call you charles but i don't think that is your name but i hope its okay with you! Always friendly and sweet but ready to fight the bullshit the other spread! and such a source for good music recommendations!! 💕💕

@forpiratereasons - Darcy 💕literary no one does it like Darcy! Aways bringing the best ofmd posts to my dash and ensuring i don't miss anything! You are incredible! 💕💕

@blackbeardskneebrace - Miles my dear 💕 You make incredible art both the cute and amazing ofmd art but also the gorgeous historical art you post. Its a pleasure to see you talk about history but also about our beloved gay pirates. Your snoopy ofmd art will live in my heart forever and i think it might be healing me a bit. Maybe even watering my crops and clearing my skin! And those valentine ofmd arts from last year. I am 100 % gonna bring them back this February like beloved decorations you store in the attic. 💕💕💕

@awkward-fallen-angel - Heather 💕 You are one of the sweetest people i have had the pleasure to come across. You bring a big excitement and attention to the things you like and it moves along to everyone near. I mean i have watched long critical role videos just because you spoke so warmly about them and i wanted to know what it meant. I love having you here. 💕💕

@mxmollusca - Mx 💕 (dont know your name so i am just calling you that) I mean you are an incredible writer. I have only managed to read ifwts once because i cried so much that i am scared to open it again because i might just never stop crying. You are creative and funny and absolutely totally normal about rhys darby which in my book is a very good thing to be. And besides that you are a very friendly and nice mutual who is always a pleasure to interact with. 💕💕

@poisonintopositivity - Lilias💕 We have not talked much but we have been mutuals for a very long time and i hope you know that i appreciate you greatly as a mutual and you always but the best posts on my dash!💕💕

@glam-hutchence - Birb 💕💕my dear bird lover! You are a sweet potatoe and i love reading about your love for music and the concerts you go to.💕 Its so nice to take a little part of your life. You are always there for me and i always get happy when i talk to you. You are like a little happy pill! 💕💕

@turtles-on-turts - Turts 💕 Whenever i see a turtle i think about you. Its your brand! You make amazing art! and the ones on canvas always blow me away. 💕💕 Its incredible. You are also so very pretty and i have that picture of you in your depression robe with all the pigeons imprinted in my mind because it such a cute one. You are always very friendly and i love reading your personal posts as well. 💕💕

@vonlipwig - Franky 💕 You bring me lots of normality about rhys darby but these days also a huge bunch of normality about david tennant which i appreciate a lot. You are very nice and i stand by my assesment that you have a very cool aura!💕💕

@haeva - Mar my beloved💕 You bring me my wifes emily and valkyrie and a bunch of amazing posts about everything i can imagine. You are loving and sweet and good at maths which i am always very impressed by. I love being your mutual and doing ask games with you is a pleasure!💕💕

@mykonossalome - Myko💕 When i see moomin i think of you because i know how much you love it. We dont talk as much as i would like but the interactions we have had has meant a lot to me and i love seeing you posting about the things you love! 💕💕

@cottoncandiescupcakes - Cupcake 💕 I love that you are always so excited over our boy the swede and its a pleasure to compare language with you. We can continue fighting if the swede belong to the dutch or the swedes but that is a pleasure!💕💕

@mister-brightside - Andrea my dear💕. Your art is always perfect and whenever i see a picture of izzy giving the middle finger i think about you! Its your brand and its your picture now and no one can change that. You are sweet and caring and a lovely mutual to have. thank you!💕💕

@merryfinches - Kylie 💕 What can i say more than that i ADORE your fanart. The colours the style the softness of it all is exactly what we all need in these times. Every single time it shows up on my dash it makes my heart grows softer and my love grow stronger! I love it so so much. 💕

@ofmd-ann - Ann 💕 You glorious glorious gifmaker! Your gifs are always beautiful and these last days you have saved me with your wrecked edits. As a supplier of rhys darby gifs i love you forever. You are a hero love. 💕💕

@usersukuna - Bia 💕You are a gif magician. Your gifs are perfect and you are also very kind and sweet and i am so glad i can call you a mutual! You light up tumblr like no one else and i am always happy to see you on my dash.💕💕

If you are not in this list it does not mean that i dont love you or have forgotten about you it means that tumblr has put a limit to how many people you can tag which sucks. But if i follow you then it means i love and appreciate you. 💕💕💕 And you know what? We will make it through this hard and trying times of greedy streaming services putting an end to our gay pirates show. I love you all and you know what??

We will make it through as A CREW!

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Some people can't get their heads around the idea that there are people who are basically kind, considerate and compassionate who are without an ulterior motive. No one's perfect but Catherine is a middle class person who married into the BRF. A lot of people who only started taking notice of the royals around 2018 don't realize that the royals aren't celebs. A couple of ex-royals decided they wanted to be celebs and we all saw how that turned out.

If Catherine had never met William I doubt we'd know who she was. She worked in fashion after uni and has a normal "boring" family. We don't know her outside her work but I think her private life would've been the same regardless of who she married. She probably would've married someone from her own/similar background and have a family living in the countryside.

Also, life married to a random rich man is a lot more enticing than being married to a future king where every aspect of you and your life in inspected so if Catherine had just wanted a cushy life she wouldn't have married William.

Exactly. Yet another way that Kate reflects the general public more than her naysayers think - most people are like Kate in that we don't have sordid skeletons or dirty secrets buried in our closets that could ruin our lives. It's not a conspiracy. It's not strategy. It's not a scheme. There's nothing to hide.

It is a plain, simple fact that most of us are good people from boring backgrounds with ordinary experiences like Kate.

And lastly, I can't let go of the anon who said that because Kate lives a taxpayer-funded life, it means that people have the right to be suspicious of her. That anon doesn't understand what using taxpayer funds means. It means that your actions while you're using taxpayer funds is under scrutiny. Your actions when you were not using taxpayer funding doesn't count.

As a federal employee, my salary is paid by taxpayer funds. Meaning that all Americans have the right to know what I am doing to earn that salary and how I spend my time on the clock for that salary. But once that clock ticks 4pm and once that money goes into my pocket, it's not your time and it's not your money anymore. It's mine. You don't get to know what I do with it or how I spend it. The only thing that you, the taxpayer, have a right to know about my personal spending and my personal time is that I'm not using government or taxpayer funds to support my own lifestyle - meaning I'm not using a government purchase card or a federal grant to get Eras Tour tickets or eat the Cheesecake Factory and that I'm actually on leave/non-work status when I go on vacation and not fraudulently claiming to be in the office.

So applying that to Kate: if she wasn't using taxpayer funds and she wasn't on the clock (as she was not from 2001 when she met William to 2010 when she became engaged to William, with some exceptions), then it's not your business what she did, where she went, how she spent her time, what she thought. It's off-limits. She was a private citizen then. A taxpayer doesn't have any right to Kate's personal history, her personal background, or her personal activities. They have a right to William's personal history, his personal background, and his personal activities since he was taxpayer-funded.

Kate didn't qualify for taxpayer scrutiny until October 2010 when she became engaged to William and began utilizing royal services/support. So scrutinize her life, her decisions, her behaviors, her actions from thence. Make conspiracy theories about ulterior motives from 2011, and sure - I'll play along with you. But everything before April 28, 2011, again with some exceptions, is off-limits.

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I had kinda dipped out of the phandom during the was era (sorry) so I would to hear how that era led to them being so connected in this one

oh that is so valid, friend! 🧡 i kinda did too since it was announced right when i got my first full time job and suddenly i didn't have time to engage with phandom stuff anymore 😭 but things are a lot chiller now, so let's dive in! (under the cut because this is gonna be loooong--dnp please do not read if you happen to stumble across this!)

i think to get a full perspective on this journey, we really need to look at the full history of dan and phil. how they forged such a deep connection in 2009 and did whatever they could to be together. how they were blowing up more and more in the early 2010s and seeing more opportunities come from this youtube business. and how one youtube glitch could've ruined those opportunities forever.

i'm sure we all know by now how big of a deal the vday video was but if you don't... it was a huge deal. suddenly this very private piece of their lives was out in the open, long before either of them were ready to publicly address it. and it changed everything. yes, their love story was basically documented already, but they never expected those posts would be seen by millions of people one day, potentially even by people who could give them jobs. so they shut down. they insisted they were separate people and made completely different videos while also showing us the family sized box of shreddies they'd bought for the two of them.

and this is where wad comes in. yes i know i'm jumping really far into the future here, but hear me out--in a way, i believe wad is directly connected to everything that went down in 2012. see, phil's told us that he's always been happy doing amazingphil and dan and phil things. but dan's different.

SPECULATION TIME -- IF YOU ARE DAN AND PHIL, PLEASE CLICK AWAY NOW. THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING.

dan grew up desperate for validation from parents who never had time for him and from peers who constantly bullied him. he's always had a voice in the back of his head telling him he's not good enough, and even when phil tells him his videos are great, he still wants them to appeal to all the people who dismissed him growing up. he wants to be his full self, yet he's also terrified of acknowledging that he could be the very thing he was tormented for. meanwhile, phil (as far as i can tell) had that validation growing up. his parents were older and had more money and therefore, more energy to devote to phil and martyn. phil's always been super close with his whole family, whereas dan (from what we know) has only ever been close with his nana and popsie, and now with his mum too. phil had a whole group of friends growing up, whereas dan flitted from group to group, never quite fitting in, and even had no friends for a while. this is why he developed the cynical, sarcastic persona he's worn for so long. it was his battle armor. every time he'd shown his real self growing up, he'd been rejected. but once he saw how lovely we all are, that battle armor was quickly becoming restricting. but he'd spent so long wearing it that now dan didn't know who he was now.

so we got the hiatus, while dan worked out who he was and how he wanted to present himself and threw himself into different projects that did and didn't see the light (rip dinok our strongest soldier 💔)--one of those projects being wad. suddenly dan, theatre kid extraordinaire, who'd spent two tours working with his favorite person onstage, was now facing the prospect of carrying an entire stage show on his own. on one hand, that was terrifying as fuck, but on the other, it was a culmination of all the work dan had done on himself. and he did it. he spent months physically apart from phil only to find that we loved him for who he is. and that was deeply healing for him.

however, being apart for several months was SO hard on him and phil. phil said he was having a lot of trouble with his migraines around that time and i have to wonder if that could have partly been from the stress of not having dan around for long periods of time. and we know dan had plenty of crises on the road that he frantically texted phil about--enough to have him credited as "remote crisis manager" in the wad recording. and that's the thing, isn't it? i think dan especially needed that time apart to realize that he and phil are truly magical together. and with all the pressure he puts on himself for solo content, he knew it would take a herculean effort to put anything out on his main channel. but phil's been working with a really cool editor for his main channel. and the gaming channel has never had that content threshold.

so they finally both dropped the masks (for the most part) and dove into this new version of dan and phil that emphasizes their connection. because it's okay for them to be this close now. they've already worked with some hugely powerful people (and been accepted by their families) and now all they need is us. and we've not only accepted them for it, we've celebrated it--all the way to the finals of the rpf tourney. and i think that acceptance means more to dnp than we will ever know.

tl;dr: dan and phil had to be apart for a while to see just how much they needed each other. and now that they've experienced that, they know they can never let each other go--and that their connection is just as special to us as it is to them, so there's no harm in showing it off every chance they get.

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PROLOGUE

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: Sera Salvatore moved to Beacon Hills for a break from the supernatural. But her life was once again turned upside down when she and her two best friends get thrown head first into a world of werewolves and mystery. But it’s hard for her to protect her friends when a single werewolf bite is what could kill her for good…

WARNINGS: mentions of blood

a/n: this is just the intro ! future parts will be longer, that’s where the story really begins ;)

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Beacon Hills was supposed to be a sanctuary from all things supernatural.

After what felt like over a century (because it was), Sera Salvatore needed a break.

Which was admittedly a little hypocritical considering she herself was a vampire, but she was desperate for an escape from all the drama and chaos that her family - namely her brothers - had brought to Mystic Falls. So she decided to start afresh, again.

After only one year of living back in her hometown, she picked up and went to the furthest most point in the continental United States, which just so happened to land her here. From Georgia, all the way to sunny California. It would be a nice change.

She was fortunate enough that she could pass as quite young whenever she settled in a new place. With the help of makeup, clothing, and a healthy amount of dishonesty she managed to blend into freshman year at Beacon Hills High without anyone even batting an eye.

It was now one year ago today that she had started her first day, which turned out to be a breeze.

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January 3rd, 2010

“You’re humiliating,” I expressed my annoyance flatly as I stood by the door, waiting for my brother to let go of my jacket that he had been straightening before I left the house.

He patted my shoulder with a motherly smile as if he was sending his child off to kindergarten, then took a step back to play the role further.

“Have you got everything?” he asked as he nodded to my bag.

I let out a breathy chuckle. I didn’t hate him as much as I let on… mostly.

“I packed you a blood bag for lunch,” he continued, that smirk of his right at home on his smug face - never a dull moment.

My hand reached for my keys on the side table as I walked backward towards the door, shaking my head to stop my lips from forming a smile of their own. “How thoughtful,” I retorted sarcastically.

But just as I was about to step outside I stopped to say one last thing, “Thanks for helping me move in and all,” my tone was much more genuine than it typically was when speaking to him, but I really was grateful.

Moving across the country would’ve been infinitely harder without his company on the road, and without being able to play the little sister card and sit back while he does the heavy lifting. But… and I would never admit it… but even now, starting a new school was just as scary as it always has been and a part of me liked that I had my big brother there to see me off.

I quickly cut our sappy little chat short with another comment, “But, I expect you to be gone when I get home.” I arched an eyebrow and pointed a finger at him.

He was definitely the fun brother, but with fun comes impulsivity - a trait that must be genetic, and must have skipped my twin - and with impulsivity comes a long string of ‘animal attacks’. And that was exactly the drama in question that I wanted to escape, so I had brought along a surplus of blood bags to hold me until I found a more permanent solution.

He held his hands up in surrender, “I’ll be out within the hour.”

“Okay. I’ll see ya,” I said finally as I stepped outside, hiding from the brisk winter cold in the confines of my leather jacket.

My words were met with another smile and a nod from my brother before he spoke again. “Tell me how it went when you’re home.” The protective mother was back. But this time, it wasn’t just a joke, he was lucky we had no witnesses since he’d hate to ruin his tough-guy persona.

I almost laughed at him again, but I didn’t. As humans me and my brothers were incredibly close, but over time that faded. Me and our other brother never really settled that, but over the past year back in Mystic Falls me and the eldest fell back into old patterns.

“I will,” I gave in with a joking eye-roll. “Bye Damon,” I waved his way.

“Bye Seffie,” he returned, getting a kick out of my suddenly sour face.

Seffie. A nickname he saddled me with at the age of 4 and has stuck with me ever since. But my real name was a mouthful, so I chose to go by Sera - a fact Damon will insist on disregarding for the rest of our eternal lives.

As I walked away my once friendly hand gesture turned into a middle finger as I heard him laugh behind me and shut the door as I made my way to my new school.

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The moment I stepped foot in the doors I noticed some heads turn, some overheard whispers from passers-by that fuelled my ego just that bit more as I walked up to reception and signed in.

First-period English went smoothly, then it was History which ironically was focused on the confederacy (not me and my siblings' proudest fight). And it was safe to say the teacher was thoroughly impressed with my knowledge on the subject, little did he know I quite literally lived it.

But after class was when my day took a turn.

“1076, 1076,” I repeated under my breath as I went to scour the halls for my new locker, but the break rush made my search all the more difficult with what felt like a million people charging around.

But finally, I seemed to be in luck as I read the numbers to my right; 1080, 1079, 1078, 1077, and…

Crash.

I took a deep breath and a frustrated sigh at the smug-faced, blond jock who had just practically booked it into my side, knocking all of my books out of my hands, and causing me to jump at the deafening sound of them hitting the tile floor. ‘Great,’ I thought satirically. The prick didn’t even bother to look back! Let alone be kind enough to help me pick them back up again.

But someone else did. In fact, two other boys seemed to have played witness and immediately came scrambling up to my side.

“Hey, uh-” the one with darker features and a crooked jawline, giving him a somewhat goofy smile stuttered, stopping after his friend who stood politely next to him not-so-subtly jabbed him in the side with his elbow, causing him to bring a hand to it and shoot his friend a glare.

“What he meant to say was, do you want a hand with that?” The slightly taller friend with the buzzed brown hair asked after his friend's failure to do so.

I could do nothing but laugh slightly at both of their clear excitement and reply with a smile, “I’d love one.”

Picking up books was a simple task that I most definitely could’ve done myself in probably half the time, but nothing compared to watching them both drop to the floor and bat at each other's hands in a frantic competition to ‘help the most.’ My smile grew wider and I brought a hand up to rest on my forehead. This was already a refreshing change since none of the boys back home would have ever done the same.

Soon, they both stood back up in front of me, proud looks on both of their faces as they put the books in my open locker for me.

“Thank you,” I chuckled in response.

“No problem,” the more hyper one added before quickly speaking again at a constant, lightning pace. “I’m Stiles, by the way,” he gestured to himself, “and this is my buddy, Scott,” his hand moved over to pat the other boy on the shoulder.

“Nice to meet you, Stiles and Scott,” I nodded back at them, still trying to bite back an amused grin, “I’m Sera.”

“You’re new here right?” Scott spoke again with an innocent look of pure curiosity.

I put my hands together behind my back and rocked on my heels slightly, “Mhm, started this morning,” a somewhat nervous chuckle left my lips, which the one called Stiles seemed to pick up on because he quickly interjected.

“I mean, we’d be happy to show you ‘round if you wanna hang with us,” he offered, a hopeful shrug on his shoulders and a pout on his lips.

“Wouldn’t we, Scott,” he then batted the back of his hand against his friend’s arm, glaring at him to respond.

Scott quickly blinked and nodded rapidly, “Oh, yeah, of course.”

I bit my lip in contemplation, they did seem awfully nice. “I’d love to, but I’ve gotta go to the office quickly, but maybe I’ll catch up with you guys later,” my counter seemed to be accepted without a second thought as I studied their expressions.

When I stepped backward I noticed how they didn’t leave just yet, so I said, “Bye boys, I’ll see you around,” with a small wiggle of my fingers as a wave.

“See you around, Sera,” Stiles repeated as he and Scott both mimicked my step back, his hand raising up to do a little salute before we turned our backs to each other.

I could not help the quiet giggle that escaped my mouth after I was out of their eyeline, but I also could not help but hear what they were saying to each other down the hall.

“Why the fuck did you salute?” Scott whispered, hitting Stiles back in retaliation for earlier.

“I- I don’t know, okay?” Stiles replied slightly panicked.

My smile grew. What idiots.

As for the conversation with the receptionist, it went smoothly with a little help from my immaculate ‘people skills’.

“I’m sorry but we insist on transcripts. And your immunisation records seem to be missing,” the lady said, peering over her glasses as she looked through my files.

My sigh was followed by me leaning forward, looking into her eyes as I watched her pupils dilate - she just had to make this more difficult.

“Please look again, I’m sure you’ll find everything you’re looking for.” A proud smirk laced my lips as she did exactly that, nodding and sending me on my way. Too easy.

During lunch, I did end up joining the boys at their table, taking a seat next to Stiles and definitely not missing the wide-eyed look he gave to Scott, along with his stuttered breath as I leaned over him to reach my pen that had rolled across the table.

The portrayal of vampires in Twilight had always annoyed me due to its incredible inaccuracy, but it was beyond amusing how easy it was for me to read their minds, even without special powers.

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That day had ended with new numbers in everyone’s phones and Sera scoring a new ride to school and back every day in her new friend’s beaten-up old Jeep (which she thought had enough charm to distract from the deafening sound it made when running).

And from that moment forward, the three were inseparable.

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hope you enjoyed !

this was basically to just tell you what to expect from the rest of the series. might not post it all on here unless you want me to so check out my ao3 and wattpad ( @crazyinluvfix ) like and comment x

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If you ever want to get distracted with some of the little scandals of France, here's one if you want.

During the 2010s, Chinese investors and fortunes frenetically bought a LOT of the wine estates of France. It is known that China always ha little something for France, and already at the time it made lot of people grumble (the usual saying of "Why are we letting foreigners buy what's typically and traditionally French?"). The Chinese desire to buy or import a certain "French art de vivre", a French lifestyle, wasn't so much the problem, as some of their open and public commercial projects (some clearly announced they wanted to produce 5-euros wine in France to sell it back in their own network in China 100 euros).

Today, the Chinese are selling back the wine estates. Why? Well the most obvious and immediate reason was the Chinese government's decision of regulating more harshly the Chinese investments in foreign countries, and closing a lot of ways through which money went elsewhere than China itself. This resulted in the Chinese owners of these wine estates realizing they couldn't keep up. It becomes too difficult for them: after all, they realized that having a wine estate isn't as easy as just buying it and waiting for results to happen. Not only are Chinese people buying and drinking less and less wine year after year, but wine-making in France became QUITE difficult since the 2010s thanks to the climate change.

Because unlike what Trump and his insane clowns are saying, climate change is real and wine-makers suffered a LOT from it. Between the winters way too hot, the violent thunderstorms and hailstorms, the regular floods in river-adjacent areas, and this year a summer way too gray and rainy... Vines suffered a lot.

But that's not the scandal. The scandal is all what is coming up now that the Chinese are selling the domains. Already the mayors of the towns around were alerting people on the fact the Chinese are fracturing the domains - because typically a wine estate in France is a domain made up of a historical castle and the vineyards, and they always went together for quite some times. The Chinese bought them together, and now are selling the castles separately from the vineyards. That's a patrimonial problem, but not the biggest.

The biggest is the state of the castles... Turns out, after the Chinese bought the castles of the wine-estates, they didn't do ANYTHING with it. They didn't pay to maintain them, to clean them, to keep them up. They hired nobody for them, no one ever came to live within them, host things or even inhabit them. Basically... These castles stood empty and uncared for, for YEARS. The Chinese are selling them back now, at quite a low price... but they won't get a lot of people for them, because now they are filled with the usual problems led to castles left empty under storms, warm winters and rainy summers - fractured walls, broken roofs, mold everywhere, dust and vermin and animals... So whoever buys the castle, even for a low price, will have to pour a LOT of money to make the castle inhabitable again, or even safe. They're on their way to become ruins.

[Ironically, this careless, not to say clueless, handling of the castles and the wine business around them was explained by a Chinese businessman by the name of Hugo Tian as resulting from a different of investment model between Europe and China. In his own words, European people typically invest in estates on the scale of "generations", and that's how they measure time, in "generations", as opposed to China who has a model of buying-and-selling on a scale of usually five years, with no generatonal investment]

And that's not even talking of how the fracture of the wine estates, and the poor managing of the Chinese investors, results in hundreds of jobs being threatened - because now that everything is being sold back, the disastrous handling of the wine businesses. The companies owning them now have absolutely no representative in France, all the decisions are taken in China without anybody actually there to manage things in France, employees haven't been paid in years, and many taxes also have not been paid in years... Already before the re-sales had been announced, these businesses were about to crumble apart.

So, you know... French people are not very pleased.

[livingdeadblondequeen]

Shared Love

Jenneel x reader

*this is a work of fiction. I do not usually write RPF but I couldn’t get this out of my head*

TMZ Breaks the News: Jensen and Danneel Ackles in a Threesome with The Walking Dead Star

In a shocking twist of events, popular actor Supernatural Jensen Ackles and his wife, Danneel, have been spotted kissing well-known actress Y/N YLN from The Walking Dead. The scandalous photos, obtained exclusively by TMZ, show the trio sharing a passionate embrace in a secluded location.

Fans of both shows are reeling from the unexpected revelation. Many are expressing disbelief and shock, while others are speculating about the full nature of their relationship. Some fans are questioning the traditional norms of monogamy, while others are expressing concern about the impact this news may have on the actors' careers.

Fan Reactions:

@SupernaturalFan123: "I can't believe this! Jensen and Danneel are my favorite couple. I hope this is just doesn’t blow up in their faces."

@TWDAddict: "Wow, this is a lot to take in. I'm happy for Y/N because the Ackles are beautiful but I'm also a little disappointed in Jensen and Danneel."

@JDMFan: "I'm not judging, but this is definitely a choice. I wonder how Jared and Misha feel about this."

@OpenRelationshipAdvocate: "I'm actually kind of excited about this. It's great to see people exploring different relationship dynamics."

@WorriedFan: "I hope this doesn't ruin their careers. They're all such talented actors."

The Ackles themselves first started dating in 2008, then marrying in 2010 and currently have one child together. This is the not first time that the three have been photographed together, they have been known to be friends since the three met at Comic Con two years before, but never in a scandalous embrace. Fans are left stunned by the unexpected revelation.

A day later, Jensen, Danneel, and Y/N took to Instagram to confirm the news. In a joint post, they revealed that they had been dating for several months and had kept their relationship private to just their close friends and family.

"We understand that this might be surprising to some, but we hope that our fans will respect our decision to be open about our relationship," they wrote. "We are all very happy and in love, and we appreciate the support we have received."

The announcement was met with a mixed reaction. While some fans were supportive, others were skeptical and expressed concerns about the unconventional nature of their relationship.

While the news may come as a surprise to many, close friends of the couple, including Jared Padalecki, Norman Reedus, and Lauren Cohan, who admitted to being the one to introduce the three to each other, have expressed their full support for their decision. Jared, in particular, has been a strong advocate for open relationships and has often spoken about the importance of communication and trust in a healthy partnership.

The news has sparked a wider conversation about the changing nature of relationships in Hollywood and the increasing acceptance of non-traditional relationship structures. Some have argued that celebrities should be free to live their lives as they see fit, while others have raised concerns about the potential for exploitation and coercion within polyamorous relationships.

The public will be keeping a close eye on this new development, waiting to see what will happen next.

[verdemoun]

Man fuck you I was having a good day and then you went and said “oh yeah kieran gets his life ruined for like the 7th time” now im sad.

So glad it isnt canon though, right? RIGHT?!

Pleased to announce it is not canon, it hurts too much. Kieran is a very content little dweeb who lives with Hosea and Bessie forever, Arthur is his bff and Isaac is his bff's weird kid who happens to be one of the most aware of neurodivergency being a 2010s internet teen.

Isaac is the one who will ask Kieran to give him a hand inside at gang cookouts just to say 'it was getting really loud and annoying out there and p sure Dad's about to beat up Micah again' because he gets sensory overload.

Kieran just has that harmlessly wonky brain vibe kids love. All the gang kids have a soft spot for their semi-verbal Uncle Kieran and he would kill for any of them. Also Kieran is used to manhandling haybales and saddles, once he gets back his physical strength (honestly probably healthier than he ever actually was with the VDLs) he can carry the kids for hours and they love it.

Isaac has been Arthur's height and bulk since like 16-17 and can pick up Kieran with one arm. Arthur also used Kieran as target practice when he was teaching Isaac how to lasso and hogtie somebody, which he decided was a life skill all young adults should have. Kieran was bribed with drinks beforehand and cackled the entire time.

Young Isaac did still have panics about hearing the doors open and people walking around at night due to the trauma of his death, but after getting to know Kieran actually found it a comfort to know someone was awake. The house was very much always guarded like camp in canon era days.

[sable-skies]

I wanna see some drama.

Rank the Chain from 'good boy' to 'MY SCRIMBLO. MY BLORBO. BRAIN PARASITE. LITTLE STINK MAN BABY BOY'

oh boy this is gonna be interesting.

okay okay so lets make a few things clear: I haven't played every zelda game, so my opinions on the boys are mostly based on vibes or my personal headcanons for them! For reference, I've played a lot of modern loz games, but not a lot of the old ones. so take my opinions with the biggest grain of salt :]

We'll go in ascending order of good boy to scrimblo, because i love the dramatics.

9. Good Lad - Time.

Okay, I'm so sorry to all the OoT and MM enjoyers out there, but I do not care for these games. I have no attachment to them, and growing up on the internet in the late 2000s and early 2010s, where everyone and their mom acted like OoT was the tits with fries, has forever kinda ruined my relationship with those games. I acknowledge what they did for the series, and that they're important for 3D Zelda's as a whole, but holy shit. People on the internet were OBNOXIOUS

That being said, I still love Time! I'm more attached to him via the Hero's Shade rather than his own games, but I still like him regardless. I don't have many thoughts on him though past enjoying that he acts like a perpetually old man. Yknow that one post thats like "hey grandpa." "THE WARRR" "okay." Thats him.

Overall, 10/10 lad, I enjoy him a lot and I feel like he'd be nice to me so we're even steven.

8. Gooder Lad - Warriors.

It's been so long since I've played Hyrule Warriors, and I never played its DLC because I was a poor teenager at the time, but I appreciate the captain a lot! He's only higher than Time because I've actually played his games, so a technicality really.

Otherwise I love this slightly arrogant but otherwise whole and good hearted fella, and I love it when people give him dragon imagery. I also like to think he might be the most normal guy out of the entire group, like he's got a 401K and a retirement organized back in his time, so when he talks to everyone else and learns that they're literally just wild children he's like "huh. hm."

7. Gooby Lad - Wind.

THE GROUP BABEY!! THE ITTY BITTY FELLA!! Love him, love him so much. It's been years since I played Wind Waker and I never played Phantom Hourglass, but I loved this guys whole 100+ personality and everything. And dude, his whole journey being one fueled by personal stakes to get his sister back? Love it, absolutely love it.

I like to think he's the group baby at 13, with Four being 14, and it pisses him off endlessly. He wants to grow up so he can be of use to everyone around him, but little does he know that everyone wants to protect him because they want him to enjoy his youth, not like the rest of them who lost it in some form or another. Overall, excellent lad.

6. Goodest Lad - Four.

Again, did not play this dude's games, but I read the Four Swords manga so I'm a bit more familiar with his whole vibe. Hell a couple of years ago I did a headcanon post on how he divides into four people (based on personality theories), and I like his depth because of it.

I also love how he's probably given too much responsibility because of his maturity within the group, he's still a kid but because he acts a lot older sometimes the others just kinda forget. I also like to think that when he's having an internal/emotional issue he'll write up a note, split himself, and let the four figure it out. they'll find the note and it says some shit like "20 minutes. Figure it out. (please)"

Also he's excellent material for the burnt out gifted child. Love that for him.

5. The slightest of scrimblo - Hyrule

THIS DUDEEEE a few years ago I kinda dipped back into LU for a bit and found this artist that made some fucking like. renaissance shit for him and that's what unlocked my love for this dude. Unfortunately, I cannot remember the artist so i must live with the memory.

I really like how alone he was in his journey, how he only had the land and nature itself to guide him and offer comfort. Love how when he enters a bigger group he has to learn how to work in that setting, alongside maybe come out of his wilderness tended shell. Also I like to think that his possible fae traits make him a bit more uncanny than people realize.

4. A bit more blorbo - Sky

Eepy guy (just like me FRRR), overall fatigued but still kind hearted fella, I love it. I loved his game (fuck you Arin Hansen /j), and I love the personal stakes he has in that game as well. It's actually the only LoZ game that makes me a ZeLink truther, because otherwise I'm neutral on it.

What I also enjoy about him a lot is the untapped terrifying energy he could have. He's a god-killer, Hylia's Chosen Hero, he may not show it a lot, but I think he has the potential to really fuck some shit up but chooses kindness. I would love to write something someday where he's forced to choose otherwise.

But yeah squishy soft guy oh my goodness wubwuwbuwbuwbwubwb :33333

3. Blorbo parasitism - Wild.

The first parasite. The first brainworm on this list. I need to get an anti-parasite antibiotic.

OBVIOUSLY all the angst and buildup from his games is so much fun. I love when he has an internal crisis of going back to who he was 100 years ago, a quiet and burdened knight, or allowing himself to remain free-spirited and a bit deranged that his new life has given him. It's such a fun dynamic. And of course, I love his bond with Twilight. I think he needs someone to set him on the right path every once in awhile.

I also like to think he has a subtle undead quality to him. Similar to his mentor, something is inherently wrong with him on a spiritual or magical level, but that's for later. (maybe)

2. The ultimate stink - Twilight.

THE GUY!!! MY FAVORITE GUY!! No matter what he will always be the number 1 Link incarnation in my heart. I love him so much and when things get rough I just gotta be like "Twilight wouldn't want this for me" and keep on fuck it we ballin.

The untapped ANGST and TRAUMA from his journey drives me insane, I literally could write a whole essay about the shit he endured and how that must have affected him. I wanna write something one day about it but alas, perpetually tired, and I'm nervous about my writing so wheh.

Also I like to think he's horror adjacent. Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you, but he has the same vibe as the dog from The Thing (1982) to me and I love that for him.

Actual fucking war criminal parasite in my head GET OUT GET OUT GET OUTTTT - Legend.

UGH this fucker. Who let this guy in???? Kill him, smasha with rock.

But on a serious note, while I finished his games (only really played ALBW), the depth he has from those adventures intrigues me endlessly. I love his bitter exterior yet still warm and kind heart, I love characters who act mean but are genuinely good deep down, they just need time to show it.

Also something possesses me when I draw him that makes him look so much more cunty than he actually is and I don't know what it is. I'm sorry for this, I cannot fight what the universe is clearly telling me to do.

He only outrights Twilight rn, because otherwise he would switch places with him. For now he's in my head and I'm shining sunlight on him through a magnifying glass like he's an ant on the pavement. Something Will Happen To Him if I have anything to say about it.

[rolotouto]

Rolo over the years

28th September is when Turn 25 “Re;” first aired, and together with Lost Stories also wrapping up R2 in its latest update, I’ve been remembering just how I miss what Code Geass was like before the year 2012ish. Rolo has been, in my opinion, treated worse since then.

Apologies in advance, as I'm going to complain, but I want to share what I remember about a time which may be forgotten or unknown to younger fans:

Before Akito, Code Geass’ “canon” story was mainly the 50 episodes of the anime. Picture/Illust Dramas, season 1 Sound Episodes (R2 SEs mostly stopped being serious) and official publications here and there were also part of the canon, but beyond that, comics like Majiko’s, Nightmare of Nunnally, or videogames such as Lost Colors diverged sufficiently from the anime to be clearly treated as AU spin-offs. Code Geass ended with Lelouch dying, and despite plenty of “the cart driver is Lelouch” theories, the creators themselves stated that Lelouch was dead (can’t remember the source, but it’s probably well documented somewhere). I miss when Lelouch stayed dead, not just as a Rolo fan, but because that’s what made the story bittersweet. That’s what made Continued Story a song I personally couldn’t listen to. All the fanarts of the characters being happy together when you knew Lelouch never got to experience that… It was sad, but in a pretty way. And yet, I guess many viewers do like Lelouch resurrecting, considering that both Lost Stories and Rozé follow that canon. For me, watching L.L. do nothing but speak in cryptic messages with C.C. is sadder than accepting his death, and not the “pretty” kind this time, but the “Lelouch was forcibly turned into someone who isn’t him” kind of sad. As for Rolo, during R2, Lelouch lived for 5 more episodes after Rolo’s death. And in such a brief period, he remembered Rolo as many as 5 times: Turn 20 preview, when Rivalz asked in Turn 20, Turn 21 preview, Turn 24 when Lelouch recalls the people who sought happiness, Turn 25 when his life flashes before his eyes. Back around 2008~2010, believing Rolo had become important to Lelouch was easy. Hikari (summary) was canon. Kiseki no Tanjoubi most likely isn’t, but Lelouch and Rolo had the main roles and Lelouch worries when Rolo gets tired. New official illustrations were still being released. The Special Edition Zero Requiem was dedicated to Shirley and Rolo because they inspired Lelouch’s Zero Requiem plan. That’s a lot of Rolo attention coming not just from the staff, but Lelouch himself. Yet resurrected!Lelouch doesn't remember Rolo again! Except for maybe just once, when Rolo and Euphy were saving him… and unfortunately for me, he uses kimitachi, which implies he was addressing Euphy (he would have used omaetachi with Rolo)… 😭 I also gacha'd Emperor Lelouch a couple days ago, hoping to find ロロ in any of his lines, but nothing. Code Geass’s canon expanding after R2 mostly took good things away from Rolo, and added bad things: -Akito and Oz both did damage to Rolo and Lelouch’s meeting. When only R2 existed, we assumed that Rolo had met Lelouch very shortly after Charles’ Geass, and that Rolo and Lelouch spent a whole year together. Akito shortened their happy year because Lelouch now needed to be Julius first, and Oz introduced Clara, who, turns out, was actually the initial choice to replace Nunnally instead of Rolo?! And even though I don’t think she even got to meet Lelouch, I don’t like how Rolo was no longer *the* Nunnally replacement. Since Rolo mentions unmei in Arabesque, I think he would have preferred to believe Lelouch and him were “destined” to meet -Couldn’t Benio and Savitri's stories be told without involving Rolo negatively? Did he need more sins? Ohgi and Nina have been redeemed in recent years, while Rolo… didn’t kill Shirley in the movies, but in the Fukkatsu manga and Lost Stories he did, so I still feel like he killed Shirley in the Fukkatsu canon -We don't talk about GeaGene -Mario/Maya ruining Rolo’s sacrifice There’s another piece of knowledge seemingly lost to time, which is that those pictures of Lelouch and Rolo aren't official. You know the ones. They were drawn by Yukie Sakou, who WAS an official animator/illustrator, but she released Anniversary & Memorial on her own. I've seen misinformed comments... Something else about Fukkatsu: I liked C.C. better when she wanted to live and be happy without depending on the protagonist for it. But if C.C. fans disagree, they certainly know her better than I do.

[daenysthedreamer101]

Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 7 - Memory Lane

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: sadness lol? Plotwist? Kassie is feeling very nostalgic and melancholic + my favorite man is back!!!

Masterlist

There's nothing but the rain No footsteps on the ground I'm listening but there's no sound

October 2010, Mystic Falls

Two more weeks have passed. Stefan was still refusing to hand over their siblings. Kassie could tell Klaus's patience was paper thin and if she was being honest, so was hers. She understood why Stefan was doing all this; Klaus had no right to compel him and take his will away. But this was getting out of control.

Klaus told her he was going to negotiate with Stefan one last time. She asked what would she be doing. Her brother just laughed and with sickly sweet words told her to stay put while he dealt with the situation. Kassie had to actively control herself from lashing out at him. 

He always sidelined her and her ideas, no matter how good they were or if they made more sense than his. She was to sit aside and let him do everything. But how could she sit idly while a vengeful vampire basically kidnaped her family? No matter how hard she tried explaining to Klaus that they were her family too, he wouldn't listen. 

She knew why he never allowed her to do anything; it was cause he thought she would ruin everything. To him, she was a nuisance and a liability. Why did he even undagger me, she thought. She was not allowed to do anything outside of his preplanned procedures, so why did he bring her back?

Was he simply just bored and wanted company? Did he truly feel remorse for breaking her trust and betraying her? He never told her the true reason and after two months of being back in the land of the living, she was starting to get frustrated with his antics.

~

While Klaus was out negotiating with Stefan, Kassie had hours to kill. It was a sad, gloomy day; the skies above Mystic Falls were grey and full of dark clouds, indicating it would rain soon. The poor weather meant she was stuck in the house. It also brought a sense of melancholy onto Kassandra's mind. 

An idea popped up in her head. She walked toward her closet and opened it. A big wooden chest stood at the bottom of it; inside were a bunch of old-looking diaries and notebooks. They all belonged to Kassandra. After undaggering her, Klaus was gracious enough to ship most of her belongings from Geneva to their new residence in Mystic Falls. 

They were all chronologically placed in order by year. Her eyes danced over the years - 1939, 1922, 1914, 1864, 1492, 1453 and so on. The very first one was the biggest in size, the pages were yellow and she was honestly surprised it lasted all these centuries. The first page had the year 1104 written on it. 

"Do you really want to do this?" she asked herself. She hadn't opened this diary in particular since...the accident. That was over 900 years ago. But something in her mind was telling her to open it and read. And so she did. As she read, memories of her past flooded her mind. 

May, 1104 AD

"Today was the most splendid day. Axel gifted me with the most beautiful present - wedding rings! Mine even has a blue gem at the top! Today marks 100 years since we made our union official—one hundred years of pure bliss and joy. I pray for an eternity of peace with him by my side. Destiny has so far been kind to the two of us. My siblings were nowhere in sight and I haven't heard from them in decades. I intend to keep it that way."

This passage tightened Kassandra's heart like she hadn't felt in centuries. She blinked away tears and shook her head. She looked inside the wooden chest once again. In the corner, next to one of the diaries, was a small trinket box made of rosewood. It had floral engravings on it and was clearly made centuries ago.

She picked it up and she could already tell this was a bad idea. She should stop now and save herself the pain. But the yearning inside her heart was too great to ignore. Kassie took a deep breath and opened the small box. 

Inside the box was a silver ring. It had Norse knots engraved on its sides and at the top sat a small, emerald-cut sapphire. Even after all these years, it hadn't lost its shine. Kassie turned it in her hands, examining it. She hadn't looked at it in so long she had almost forgotten how beautiful it was. 

The more she looked at it, the more her eyes watered until eventually, tears started spilling down her cheeks. The ache in her heart was painful but not unfamiliar; it took her back to a time and place where pain was the only thing she felt. 

By the time she put back everything in its place, the rain started pouring from the skies. For some reason, she wanted to go outside. Out of sight, out of mind was the principle she used all these years and now she had ruined it all by looking into the wooden chest. 

The cracks in her heart were starting to ache again; they never truly healed in the first place, but at least they were dormant. Not anymore. 

Before leaving, she scribbled down a quick message for Klaus and left it at the front door. She then put on her long black coat, grabbed one of the umbrellas, and walked outside only to be greeted by the cold wind and rain. She didn't mind it, she welcomed it as a distraction. The streets were empty; everyone ran inside to hide from the rain. But not her.

~

Her black leather boots clicked against the wet concrete as she went further and further away from the town. The place she was looking for was deep inside the forest surrounding Mystic Falls. She walked over Wickery Bridge but then made a sudden stop. 

She observed as the raindrops danced on the surface of the river and listened to the quiet hum of the river's movement. When she was a human, there was no bridge and the river existed as a mark to indicate the end of their village's territory. 

After a couple of minutes, she continued with her little journey. After another mile of walking, she could see it in the distance. Not bothering to use her vampire speed, she slowly walked until she finally stood in front of her special place. Their special place.

It consisted of a small rock formation, though it was big enough for people to sit on it. This was the place where she would sit and patiently wait for him to arrive. The reason why she had to sneak outside of the village was because she knew her parents would disapprove. 

To her surprise, it was her mother who was strictly against Kassandra being involved with anyone. Their mother was strangely against any one of her children getting married. Kassie never understood why. 

The rain was still pouring from the sky, making the rocks wet and shiny. She walked around the rock and crouched down. On the back of it, two carvings could be found. Both were names written in Runic, the written script of Kassie's native language. 

ᚪᛋᛖᛚ   (AXEL)

ᚳᚪᛋᛋᚪᚾᛞᚱᚪ (KASSANDRA)

She ran her hand over his name. "My love...where are you? Are you even alive?" She whispered in her mother tongue, choking on her own tears. 

For many months, they would meet in secret and share kisses under the light of the moon. Together, they carved their names on this rock to immortalize their love. Little did they know, they too would become immortal. 

After a little squabble with Damon Salvatore and witch spirits, Klaus finally took back what was his. Daniel, his hybrid, was carting in his sibling's caskets into one of the halls. Upon entering the house Klaus could tell it was dead silent. His sister usually had music or some TV show playing, which meant she was gone. 

"I think this is for you," Daniel said and handed him a small piece of paper. Klaus unfolded it and in small, neat letters he recognized as Kassandra's, a short message was written. 

Went out for a walk. Will be back in a couple hours. - K

Klaus hummed. She never went out anywhere without notifying him before leaving. But she was also known to go on spontaneous walks so this didn't surprise him. He just wondered where she was and why she didn't tell him. 

After carting in the last casket, Daniel asked him if he would open them up. "Not quite yet. I have some unfinished business to take care of." Klaus said as he walked past the caskets.

"What business?" Daniel asked but before Klaus could respond, the man fell to the ground, dead. Behind him was Elijah, holding the hybrid's heart.

"So, Niklaus," Elijah said, looking Klaus dead in the eye.

"Elijah..." Klaus gasped, shocked to see his brother alive.

"What did I miss?" Elijah asked, getting closer to Klaus.

***

Gasp! Kassie was married!?

I felt I needed to lay the foundations of Kassie and Axel's relationship now, so that the payoff, well... pays off later on down the line lol

Elijah is baaack!!! I just realized that this is the first time we'll see him and Kassie together in the main timeline!

Yes, my girl was married and doesn't know where her hubby is. That's why she's so depressed. Wonder who could be behind all of that...hmmm?

[mariacallous]

You cannot understand the failure of Conservative rule unless you accept that we are living with the failure of honestly held Conservative beliefs. The UK is in crisis, not because Tories are criminals or charlatans or fools, although they can be all of these things, but because they tried to govern according to their sincerely held beliefs and sent us into a deep crisis.

I accept that this is a hard concession for the government’s opponents to make. They like to think of Conservatives as crooks. And they are right in part. The Tory administration from 2010 to the present, which offers peerages for £3 million to passing bidders, has been the most corrupt government of the modern era.

Why, then, pay these crooks the courtesy of taking them seriously?

Meanwhile, those of us brought up in the British class system have a second reason for refusing to offer Conservatives the smallest mercy.

David Cameron, George Osborne, Boris Johnson, Rishi Sunak, and, for a while, their Liberal sidekick Nick Clegg, fit our resentful image of dilettantish public-school boys: foppish wreckers, who do not care about the damage they inflict as long as they can stay at the top of the heap.

I have lost count of the number of times anti-Tory columnists have reached for F. Scott Fitzgerald’s lines from the Great Gatsby to describe our rulers.

“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy – they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”

There is a terrific piece in the current edition of the New Yorker  on fin de regime UK by Sam Knight. Without endorsing the notion that we have been ruined by dilettantes, his interviewees provide plenty of evidence to support it. 

“It’s all about constantly drawing dividing lines,” a former Conservative party strategist told him. “That’s all you need. It’s not about big ideological debates or policies or anything.” 

“He is not a Brexiteer,” George Osborne said of Boris Johnson. “I really would go to my grave saying, deep down, Boris Johnson did not want to leave the E.U”.

Knight himself, while never losing sight of the suffering austerity brought, says that the best way to think about the ruling politics of the past 14 years is to see it as a “psychodrama enacted, for the most part, by a small group of middle-aged men who went to élite private schools, studied at the University of Oxford, and have been climbing and chucking one another off the ladder of British public life” ever since.

Clearly, there is truth in this. But we will not save the country merely by replacing upper-class chancers with middle-class moralists.

However satisfying a rhetorical tactic, dismissing you opponents as liars and crooks misses that they can be far more dangerous when they are wholly in earnest. As the Conservatives were when they were at their most destructive.

The damage austerity caused to schools, local authorities, the criminal justice system and national defence (a subject, incidentally, we should worry more about given Russia’s aggression) flowed from the authentic Conservative belief that lower rates of taxation produced economic growth.

There is a strong link between Liz Truss and George Osborne.  

The 2010 Cameron government cold-bloodedly refused to take advantage of a once-in-300-years opportunity to borrow to invest in infrastructure at next-to-zero interest rates.

Instead, it paid off the debt accrued in the finance crisis by cutting public expenditure rather than raising taxes. 

Do not underestimate the extremism that followed.

The Office for Budget Responsibility said of the period up to 2018

“In the 12 years from the outbreak of the global financial crisis in 2007-08 the UK public finances will have suffered their largest peacetime shock in living memory, followed – on current policy – by one of the biggest deficit reduction programmes seen in any advanced economy since World War II.”

From Osborne to Truss, Conservatives genuinely believed that low taxes would produce economic growth, and they have never had a programme to turn to when their strategy failed.

As we can now see.

Knight cites some horrendous figures.

Between 2010 and 2018, funding for police forces in England fell by up to a quarter. Officers stopped investigating burglaries. Only four per cent now end in prosecution. In 2021, the median time between a rape offense and the completion of a trial reached more than two and a half years. In 2023, hundreds of school buildings had to be closed for emergency repairs, because the country’s school-construction budget had been cut by forty-six per cent between 2009 and 2022.

I could go on.  But the point worth noticing is that at all times between 2010 and 2016 Osborne’s austerity programme had the full support of the Tory press, Tory donors and Tory MPs, and many of them went on to support Liz Truss in 2022.

There is an effort underway to rewrite the Conservatives' time in power. The period from 2010 to 2016 is presented as an era of moderate conservatism ruined by the aberrations of Johnson and Truss. In truth, the continuity is more striking than the change.

The result of 14-years of Conservative rule is the wrecking of the public sector combined with the highest taxes the UK has experienced since 1945.

 As policy wonks now joke in their rip-roaring way, the British used to want American levels of taxes and European levels of public service.  Now they have American levels of public service with European levels of tax.

The fiscal room for manoeuvre of the next Labour government has already been curtailed. It will not have pots of money to bail out local authorities, universities and the court system, to pick just three of the many deserving cases.

It will have to encourage growth

Economically, the quickest way to do it is to rejoin the EU.  But politically it is a nightmare, I agree with George Osborne that Boris Johnson didn’t believe in Brexit. I wrote in 2016 that going with the Brexit campaign was the smart move for a charlatan on the make.

But fascinating though the speculations about the court politics of the 2010s are, they have no relevance to the urgent need to halt the UK’s decline by rejoining the EU.

We can’t because of the tyranny of the anti-European minority, which unlike Boris Johnson, has an authentic belief in Brexit.

Indeed, so great is the minority’s power, British politics does not even talk about Brexit. It is as if, as George Osborne says, we are in the old Soviet Union and essential questions cannot be debated for fear of offending the ruling ideology.

Most people now regard Brexit as a mistake.  But then there are the Brexit diehards, who so resemble 20th century communists when they insist that Brexit has not failed, but simply has not been properly tried yet.  Beyond them, are those who think that Brexit went fine, or who don’t want to reopen the question, or don’t care about our economic fortunes.

Under our electoral system, a dedicated minority can have real power. The majority of Labour voters support rejoining the EU, but they will vote Labour whatever European policy the party puts forward. A minority of pro-Brexit voters may even now turn away from Labour if it supports Europe, however, and lose them seats in the north of England. (Or at least that is what the party believes.)

 Labour politicians feel they must wait until an overwhelming majority of the population realise that Brexit was a monumental blunder.

If only the Tories had just been a bunch of crooks. They would have stolen some money but that would have been the end of it.

As it is, it will take us years to recover from their sincerely held beliefs. Assuming, that is, we recover at all.

[otaeseven]

ruining lives since november 13, 2010