#thats how you know its trooping the colour again

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Those god damn gun salutes and air planes just woke me up.

[fionajames]

Hey Jamie. How’s the concussion? I hope you’re doing well, sorry I haven’t requested in a bit.

Requesting time!!: can I please have a fluffy/comforting story? Your pick of characters. I just lost a close relative to cancer on Friday and i have nothing to do but be sad so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Thanks, Jamie. - Sha 🫡

icy comfort

hello sha! its better now, only hurts if i hit it rlly (which is sadly, quite often) thats ok, request when ever you want, no pressure!!!

aww im very very very sorry for your lose, my condolences. i know how it feels so if you need to talk to someone, im here <3

i hope this makes you feel better! and ur fav dhole, for extra comfort.

<3

Dhole shuddered yet again as the cold wind attacked his skin, pulling his helmet on to cover his face. The icy breeze howling and harming the Clones had only increased since they’d arrived, and the Coruscant Guard members were on the verge of constant tears from the cold's brittle attitude.

Most of the crew were on this icy planet - including Dhole, Vector, Dice, Bloodshot and Menace. 

Beside him, Bloodshot stood, an arm draped over his brother’s shoulders as the pair and Vector watched Dice and Menace roll around in the snow, play-fighting happily.

This mission was moving as slowly as slow as molasses, and it was annoying all of the troops, especially the ones who were used to the warmth. 

The Coruscant Guard members were on this frightfully freezing planet to capture a Republic Senator gone rouge, but they often forget that, as it had been so long since the briefing.

“Menace, put your helmet on,” Bloodshot ordered firmly as the boy whose skin had turned the same colour as the surrounding terrain turned. “You’ll get frostbite.”

“Yeah?” A voice called from a few metres away and the group burst out laughing as a Clone with light blue and white hair turned to them. “What?”

“Nothin’, Frostbite!” Dice called back, managing to stumble to his feet and reaching a hand out to help Menace up. But as soon as Menace reached to grab his brother’s - and put all of his weight leaning towards him in the process - Dice jerked his hand away, watching with a laugh as Menace collapsed face-first in the snow. 

The group howled with laughter again as they watched Menace raise his head out of the snow with a deadpan glare ahead, snow dripping from his eyelashes and hair as he shook himself. “Dice,” he whined in annoyance, standing up and running a hand through his dripping dark brown hair, tousling it around as snowflakes drifted from his hair and onto his armour. “You meanie.”

“C’mon, Menace,” Bloodshot chuckled as he moved to help his brother up properly, leaving Dhole to cling to Vector childishly. “You did the same thing to him yesterday, twice, in fact.”

Menace pouted but didn’t respond, lightly shoving Dice playfully before pulling his helmet over his face. The group made their way back to the camp, shrugging snow from their shoulders and dragging the white slosh, forming strange patterns.

They were joined by Frostbite and his friend Spider, a clone with shaggy black hair and glittering dark eyes. They were opposites in many ways, but got along well because. 

When they finally reached camp, the sun was beginning to disappear into the snow, in a way so brilliant and beautiful it looked like flames tamed only by the cold. While the others went to their bunks - an early start meant an early stop - Dhole stayed up to watch the sunset.

He settled on a cargo crate just underneath a cliff overhanging, watching the sky tint the snow pink. Dhole marvelled at the beauty, and even though it was harmless, he couldn’t help but think it was dangerous.

The sun - of course - was dangerous with its overwhelming, blistering heat. But the sunset itself was not.

Dhole watched softly as the sun began to seemingly disappear into the snow, staining it pink and the sky orange with waves of purple. It was a sight so beautiful he wished he could experience every day, watch as the sun slipped away and left beauty in its wake.

Something so simple, yet so marvellous.

Something Dhole so rarely got to experience.

And so he watched, as the night grew cold and his skin grew white, blue and pink, determined to watch it through his own eyes and not behind his visor.

“Hey, Vod’ika,” a voice murmured fondly, a Clone settling down to sit beside Dhole. He smiled lightly, knowing who it was without seeing the figure.

“Hello, Bloodshot,” he whispered back, bringing his knees up to the chest to resume his soft nostalgic state. 

After a minute or so of silence, the older spoke up. “What are you thinking about?” Bloodshot’s voice was gentle as he watched Dhole with a worried look.

Dhole bit his lip. He paused. “Do you ever wonder what would happen if the war ended?” The Clone wondered, watching through slight-glossiness as the sun disappeared. Bloodshot tried to hide his flinch at the word ‘if’, as if Dhole had no hope if the war would actually end.

“Not really, kid, no,” Bloodshot replied honestly. He’d always assumed he wouldn’t live to see the end.

“If it does,” Dhole murmured, and Bloodshot turned to him with an eyebrow subconsciously raised in curiosity. “I want to live on a planet like this.”

“Oh yeah?” Bloodshot prompted, and Dhole smiled.

“Yeah,” he whispered wistfully. “In a wooden hut with a clear view of the sunrise and sunset. I want to watch it every day.”

Bloodshot smiled fondly, wrapping an arm around Dhole’s shoulders. “I like that idea, Vod’ika.”

“Bloodshot?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared I won’t get that future,” Dhole admitted softly and Bloodshot could have sworn he heard his heart shattered, the shards scattering in his chest. 

“Oh vod’ika,” Bloodshot murmured, turning and pulling his brother into his arms. Dhole squeezed his eyes shut as a tear fell from his eye, sliding down his cheek and rolling onto Bloodshot’s neck. A gust of cold wind blew through his hair, splaying the curly wisps on his cheeks and sticking down from the tears.

“Bloodshot,” Dhole stuttered, desperate to get out his words. “I don’t want to die.”

Bloodshot sucked in a breath as his chest throbbed with the ache of his brother’s words, mourning the sunny, childish boy he’d seen only an hour before.

“I’m going to do everything in my power, to make sure you don’t,” Bloodshot whispered determinedly, wrapping the boy up tighter, clenching his teeth. “Everything.” 

They sat in the cold, snow surrounding them and eventually began to fall around them as the colours of the sunset began to fade away into darkness, the stars above shining brightly. Bloodshot felt his chest ache with sorrow and grief as Dhole’s shook with sobs, his tears turning to ice on the ground. 

Eventually, Dhole calmed down, and Bloodshot comfortingly guided him back to the barracks, where he clambered into his bunk.

“Bloodshot?” 

“Yeah?”

Dhole smiled softly. 

“If I do die, I’m glad I was your brother.”

Bloodshot smiled back, and although his chest hurt, so did his face. 

“Me too.”

“Hey, Bloodshot?”

“Yes, Dhole?”

“I didn’t tell you,” he whispered. “That cabin has a bunk for you, you and all our brothers.”

Bloodshot smiled wider, reaching over to ruffle his brother’s curls.

“Thank you, Dhole.”

“Thank you, Bloodshot.”

thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!!!

take care of urselves!!!!

(And request, pls.)

<3!

[thaumielanura]

Warning in the next few paragraphs for quite a bit of misogyny, eugenics, ect. (I'm not sure what to warn for here but those are definitely in there, if anyone has suggestions I'd appreciate it)

Tim: Very true.

Soc: And being thus trained they were not to consider gold or silver or anything else to be their own private property; they were to be like hired troops, receiving pay for keeping guard from those who were protected by them-the pay was to be no more than would suffice for men of simple life; and they were to spend in common, and to live together in the continual practice of virtue, which was to be their sole pursuit.

Tim: That was also said.

Soc: Neither did we forget the women; of whom we declared, that their natures should be assimilated and brought into harmony with those of the men, and that common pursuits should be assigned to them both in time of war and in their ordinary life.

Tim: That, again, was as you say.

Theres a lot you could get from this, but I think I'm going to focus on how this first paragraph really drives home the idea that the city guards are to be simultaneously the judge jury and executioner wherever they see fit, and to simultaneously pursue and focus only on this. Theyre not really people under this description, theyre not meant to have any sort of reward for their work, they're just meant to find the work the reward. I think it drives home that while this class of people are indeed high, they're far from the highest in class. (Although, I say this with some hesitance, and there's a good chance I'm missing some of the point here. I'll probably return to this in a reblog.)

That second paragraph..... oh boy. Thats fucking loaded, and it really doesn't get much better for the rest of the discussion of women's roles in this theoretical society. Something it reminds me of is the fact that, even though troll society is seemingly something where people are assigned worth based only on their blood colour, misogyny still very much exists, both on beforus and alternia.

Misogyny and homestucks treatment of women is obviously something very very real, but its not really the point of this analysis, so I'll just leave this here for now. The current assessment of this is that it is, to put it politely, pretty fucking cringe, and very relevant to homestuck itself in that aspect.

Soc: And what about the procreation of children? Or rather not the proposal too singular to be forgotten? for all wives and children were to be in common, to the intent that no one should ever know his own child, but they were to imagine that they were all one family; those who were within a suitable limit of age were to be brothers and sisters, those who were of an elder generation parents and grandparents, and those of a younger children and grandchildren.

Tim: Yes, and the proposal is easy to remember, as you say.

Soc: And do you also remember how, with a view of securing as far as we could the best breed, we said that the chief magistrates, male and female, should contrive secretly, by the use of certain lots, so to arrange the nuptial meeting, that the bad of either sex and the good of either sex might pair with their like; and there was to be no quarrelling on this account, for they would imagine that the union was a mere accident, and was to be attributed to the lot?

Tim: I remember.

Soc: And you remember how we said that the children of the good parents were to be educated, and the children of the bad secretly dispersed among the inferior citizens; and while they were all growing up the rulers were to be on the look-out, and to bring up from below in their turn those who were worthy, and those among themselves who were unworthy were to take the places of those who came up?

These paragraphs are really, really gross, but they're very much parallel to troll reproduction. The ideas of everyone being almost a single family, the idea that no one is aware of their direct lineage, and that "wives" as they describe them are more to be viewed as a common group of people. To me its reminiscent of the jade blood caste and their treatment, but maybe im looking a little too much into that.

The second paragraph here reminds me far more of how there seems to have been some idea in troll society of lowbloods being lesser, and that directly acting with them was some kind of socially frowned upon action (seen in both equius's many logs and in the first page we ever see of mindfang's journal.) It seems that being paired with someone who is not "their like" would be something otherwise normal to "quarrel" over, but under this system the "union" should simply be something attributed to chance, and is not something anyone should have any upset over, similar to how, in spite of engaging in various actions with those lower of the hemospectrum being viewed as socially frowned upon, no one actually has any complaints about the mixing of genetic material when it comes to the drones and the mother grub.

The third paragraph almost seems to be a framework for the nature of how, when in the quadrants of a highblood, lowbloods have far better chances and opportunities in life. It also lends to concepts of "good" children being "educated" differently based on their inherent class.

Posts so far: Foreword, one, two, three (you are here)

[cl-01-kestis]

My Little Rebel - Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Female Rebel!Reader | Part 11

Summary: You dig deep into your mind and search for answers about your past as a Jedi, unlocking memories you never thought you’d have.

Warnings: this is a filler chapter

“You’re gonna need all the energy you can get, I’ll see you in the morning” Cere hugged you like a mother as she wished you farewell for the night, squeezing you tighter than usual and making you feel safe as you pulled away and smiled.

“Night, Cere” You nodded, earning the ghost of a smile from the woman who turned around and walked away without another word. You closed your door quickly, closing your eyes and leaning your head against the door as darkness flooded your room, only light pooling in vaguely in the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor.

You opened your eyes, realising now just how exhausted you were. You weren’t sleeping as much as you used to, so of course you’d be tired. In fact, tired was a pure understatement. You practically dropped down almost unconscious on your bed as you got down the small set of stairs that connected the two platforms of your room.

The covers felt warm as you wrapped yourself in them, you turned to the large circular window that revealed all the stars and planets the Mantis was passing by. You sat cross legged on your bed as your eyes gleamed up at the pitch black surrounding you, feeling as though you could fall asleep right there and then but something was keeping you awake.

The faint sound of humming could be heard next to you, a mechanic buzz.

Your tired gaze shifted from space to your lightsaber which was placed next to you on your bed, it flowed a faint purple and only then did you realise the force wanted to show you something. Yawning, you picked up the lightsaber and held it in your lap, closing your eyes and memorising your meditation routine due to how religiously you had been doing it since you arrived on the Mantis.

It took a while for you to get that connection with the force, the saber was glowing but it was almost as if it was denying your presence. Still, you kept your calm and didn’t get angry, you knew better than to get angry over such a small thing.

You inhaled deeply, the air filling your chest till it couldn’t anymore which was followed by a slow and outdrawn exhale. The force finally let you slip inside and brought you into the same familiar white space that you appeared in the first time you meditated.

Multiple orbs of purple hue floated in the air, surrounding you and all waiting for you to pick one. You took your time in deciding which one to go for, instead of silence there was now many different voices calling out to you from each orb. You recognised Shaak’s, there was also Wolffe and the Wolfpack, but another voice caught your attention over the others. One you didn’t recognise but were sure you had heard it from somewhere.

It was a young boy, you were guessing at about 11 or 12 years old, his voice was squeaky and he sounded nervous as he called out your name. The voice was coming from one of the orbs furthest away, highlighting itself to you because of its brighter colour and bigger shape.

Curious, you creeped through the other orbs, careful not to touch any as you walked past and eventually stood in front of the bright glowing purple hue. The voice got louder, sounding as though the boy was now yelling out to you as you slipped your hand into the hue, everything immediately going white and the only thing present was the boy’s fading voice.

Your sight returned shortly after, followed by your hearing and then the sensation in your body. You breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling tense at the way it felt to flash back into memories you had forgotten all about. This whole experience was way out of your imagination, you couldn’t make this stuff up even if you tried.

You opened your eyes and found yourself standing in the middle of a cantina hall full of clone troopers, including your own Wolfpack. In your hands you held a tray, you didn’t even know how it got there, but you acted along and looked around for some kind of answer, wanting to know why the force wanted to show you this.

“Padawan, you seem lost?” You jumped slightly and turned around, only to look up and crane your neck at an almost 90 degree angle when a large Lasat male approached you with a kind yet firm face.

“Master Tapal,” You greeted, surprised you even knew his name considering you didn’t recognise who he was, maybe you had more memories you were supposed to cover before this one.

“I-I was just trying to find a seat, it’s pretty busy today” You said whilst looking around, your voice much more squeaky and anxious. Master Tapal let out a brief, short lived chuckle, staring down at you with a smile before looking around and trying to find somewhere to sit.

“I’m sure there’s a seat somewhere, come with me Padawan” He instructed, his massive body turning around to walk in the opposite direction where the booths were located. Reluctantly, you followed him whilst keeping a firm grip on your tray, shy around the clones you passed and trying your best to smile as they greeted you.

You were starting to remember more in your conscious state, getting used to being back in your smaller body and adjusting to the fact you had no control over what you done and said. This was a memory after all, everything you were seeing had already happened, you had no control over it.

“Ah, see! Over there by the corner” Jaro stopped and pointed his long arm over to the corner of the cantina, you almost crashed into him at his sudden abruptness but stayed quiet and looked over to where his finger was directed.

In the distance, inside a booth sat a young boy.

You clutched your tray just a little tighter when you studied him, noticing his fiery red hair and hauntingly familiar face. Next to him was a clone troop, white and yellow armour followed by helmets on the tables so the soldiers could eat their food. Your heart slammed violently in your chest and you felt like you were going to throw up.

“Over there, I’m sure my Padawan won’t mind some company, especially from someone who’s his senior” Tapal nudged you with an amused expression on his face. You gulped down the lump in your throat and nodded, looking back up to the large man and smiling.

“How old is he?” You asked curiously, looking back down to the booth and seeing the boy laugh, you weren’t sure why but it seemed the clones were sharing funny stories and jokes.

“11, 3 years younger than you” He answered with a kind tone, obviously not bothered at the fact you were curious. Nodding your head, you thanked Tapal and bid him farewell before making a hesitant approach to the booth full of clones and the one Padawan boy.

“Um, e-excuse me, can I join you?” You asked with a stutter followed by a blush. The nearest clone to you smiled and chuckled to himself softly, shuffling over and patting the spot next to him at the booth which made your heart feel a little easier.

“Of course! Get yourself comfy kid, you’re just in time for the 13th Batallions stories!” The clone nudged you after you sat next to him and let out a giggle, grabbing your cutlery from your tray and tucking into your food.

A lot of chatter and chuckles were exchanged across the tables, including your own. You shared stories of your own and talked about the adventures you went on with Shaak Ti, the clones were in awe of how brave you were considering your age, but nothing caught your attention more than the small, younger Padawan sitting across from you. He was quiet, letting out the occasional chuckle and waving off whoever asked if he was alright. You stared at the boy in curiosity, quickly looking away if he ever looked over and caught your gaze. He looked familiar.

“I’m (Y/N)” You said, your voice barely audible over the clones laughter. Your eyes connecting to the boys light blue ones and made him smile slightly, he was awkward about his approach though.

“I-I’m Cal, Cal Kestis” He stuttered shyly, reaching his arm across the table and shaking your hand in a soft, delicate grip. Your smile widened and you shook his hand in return, careful not to scare him and watching how hard you shook it until the two of you let go and looked to the clones.

“Are they always this loud?” You asked with a giggle, making the small Padawan in front of you roll his eyes and nod his head, as if he’d been asked the question a million times.

“You wouldn’t believe” Cal laughed, exchanging another glance from you which seemed to bring a blush to his freckled face.

“So what Jedi do you want to be when you grow up?” You asked curiously, turning your attention back to Cal who coughed lightly on his drink when he realised you were speaking to him once again. Gaining his composure, the red haired boy set down his cup back on his empty tray and let out a sigh.

“I like the idea of becoming a Jedi Master or Knight, like Obi-Wan Kenobi” Cal answered with a breezy tone, shrugging his shoulders and scratching his neck before clearing his throat.

“What about you?” Cal looked at you curiously, tilting his head to the side and waiting for your answer as you finished off the last of your meal.

“A Jedi Shadow, Master Shaak tells me I’m fit to be one and I’ve always looked up to the shadows within the temple, their jobs are to destroy the Sith and traces of them within the order” You seemed to boast about what you wanted to be, but to put it bluntly it was a dangerous job. To destroy the Sith and all thats to do with them seems a pretty hefty job, but your determination said otherwise.

“That’s cool” Cal’s eyes gleamed as he looked up at you, as if you were already made a role model just by the statement you just made. You smiled at his amazement and nodded your head, a blush spreading on your face.

“It’s... nothing really, I’ve got 10 more years till I’m at the stage of deciding my future as a Jedi,” You sighed, looking out to the cantina and spotting your Master speaking with Wolffe, their eyes directing over to you. This could only mean another mission had come up.

“Enjoy your training whilst you can, Cal, with skills like ours you’ll be able to conquer anything and stand up against everything,” You picked up your tray, standing up from your seat and bidding the clones a loud and humorous farewell.

“May the force be with you, Cal Kestis” You vowed your head, earning one from Cal who looked disappointed that you were leaving so soon.

“You too” He responded, watching you walk away and up to your master who reached an arm around your shoulders, guiding you away and out of the mess hall whilst Wolffe took your tray and took care of it. Cal didn’t take his eyes off you until you were fully out of sight and out of the Mess hall, feeling a strange ache in his heart before hearing the clones tease him about the way he was acting towards you.

The 11 year old huffed silently, turning around and crossing his arms over his chest and shutting off from the conversations surrounding him.

-

With a violent jolt, you woke up. Panting, sweating and catching your breath like you had just been underwater for minutes. Your body was covered in wet, fresh sweat and you felt your heart slamming harshly against your rib cage. Tears filled your eyes and you felt as though you were suffocating, trying to stop your crying as you shifted in your bed and let your legs dangle off the edge.

You hid your face in your hands, your body trembling aggressively as a cold sweat slowly lurked around you. You felt as though you were going to be sick, your stomach churned with the dinner Greez had made you early on and there was a sensation of impending doom that was heading straight your way.

Acting quick, you got up from your bed and ran up the small set of stairs in your room. You didn’t care what time it was, you had to get to the bathroom. Stumbling out of your room, you dashed for the bathroom beside you and fell to the floor when you reached the toilet. Your body was in a whole mix of sensations, from freezing cold, to boiling hot, to completely in between, you were all over the place.

You kicked the door shut behind you, not wanting to wake anyone up with the commotion as you coughed up your guts and tried not to choke. It was a few minutes until you stopped vomiting and only then did you manage to collect yourself and gather all your thoughts. You flushed the toilet before collapsing on your backside, leaning against the wall beside the toilet and grabbing some tissue and wiping your mouth, spitting out the remains of the horrid sick that remained in your mouth. You closed your eyes, checking that you weren’t going to be sick again before leaning back and letting out an exhausted sigh.

You let the images of the memory flash in your mind, your pulse was beating as fast as it possibly could at the shock you were in. You couldn’t believe it, you wanted to refuse to believe it, but these were your past memories. The memories you had before Shaak wiped your brain and you started from scratch.

Still in a state of shock, you carefully wobbled to your feet and opened the door, staggering back through to your bedroom and closing the door behind you. You didn’t bother walking down the set of stairs leading to your bed, instead you sat down on the floor and held your head in your hands. Your mind was a commotion, swirling with so many thoughts and opinions about the memory you just saw. Tears fell down your face and landed on the ground, followed by a swarm of stiffled sobs and sniffs.

Your body was shaking, at this point you felt like it was shutting down due to how much emotional torment you’d already gone through. First, you’re a Jedi, and now, you knew Cal before... before you ‘met’ Cal? Nothing made sense anymore.

You wanted to talk to him about it, at least say something even if he said nothing in reply, you just needed closure with this. The love of your life was once a Jedi Padawan along side you, you knew him long before he was an Inquisitor and he was even considered a friend.

Why did Shaak wipe your memory? How could she? Your mind held so many secrets that even you had to discover. If you still had the same memory you had as a Padawan, you’d be in a very different place. Cal would most likely be your enemy, he would most likely try and kill you and there would be a war between the both of you. You wish Shaak was still alive so you could ask her why she done what she did. You doubt any other Master wiped their Padawans memory after escaping the purge.

Coming back to reality, you rubbed your eyes and realised the ship had gone into hyperspace due to the stripes of blue and white outside of your large oval window. You stood up clumsily, walking through a light head and managing to get to your bed without collapsing. You needed sleep, you’d seen enough for the night and all you wanted to do now was to rest, only then would you be able to get a break from all the thoughts in your head. Only then would you find a bit of sanity.

[fortheheavenssake]

MM ANON SEASON TWO.

💜💜 PG MM Anon 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 1

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻PG INTERPRETATION OF SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

1. April 15, 2020

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻WELCOME BACK MM ANON 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

APRIL 14/2020 1735 hrs CST

RIDDLE NUMBER ONE SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON

THANK YOU MM ANON

MM ANON …… doctor gone batty……… LA for dummies ……… Doctors Within Borders ……… social insistence ………… hugs not bugs……… absolutely isolated Kate. ……… “ not a whisper ma’am ……… St George’s chapel of course!!…………… with humility skippy, with humility

doctor gone batty………

WELL, WELL, WELL, I AM HAVING A SENSE OF DÉJÀVU. I CERTAINLY AM GLAD I TOOK TIME OFF TO RECHARGE MY BATTERIES OVER EASTER 😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣? I, ALONG WITH MOST REASONABLE PEOPLE KNOW MADAM HAS NEVER LEFT THE U.K. AND IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT LIVING THE “HIGH”🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂LIFE IN L.A. SHE IS, AS SUSPECTED, IN SOME SORT OF CUSTODIAL CARE, CRIMINAL, PSYCHIATRIC OR BOTH. EITHER WAY, SHE HAS A PSYCHIATRIST AND OR OTHER MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONALS ON HER TREATMENT PLAN. TRUE TO FORM, SHE DOES NOT DO ANYTHING EXCEPT WHAT SHE WANTS TO DO THEREFORE COMPLETELY UNCOOPERATIVE AND MANIPULATIVE IN CARE. HENCE THE VERNACULAR USE OF THE WORD BATTY, SLANG FOR CRAZY. THE DOCTOR HAS GONE CRAZY TRYING TO DEAL WITH HER.

LA for dummies ………

THE WHOLE SET OF ZILLIONS OF BOOKS FOR DUMMIES WERE EXTREMELY POPULAR IN THE 1990’s . ANY TOPIC HAD A BLANK FOR DUMMIES BOOK. HER PR AND THE LIES IE MANSION PURCHASED ETC ETC.TRAVALYST REGISTERED. BIG NEWS YESTERDAY SAYING HARRY DROPPED THE NAME MOUNTBATTEN-WINDSOR. I AM VERY CERTAIN HIS AND WILLIAMS SURNAME IS WALES. BECAUSE I RECALL SEEING IT ON THEIR MILITARY RANK AND UNIFORMS, CADET WALES, CAPTAIN WALES ETC. SO SHE IS SO DUMB SHE HAS PR MAKE A BIG WHOOP ABOUT THIS AND ITS NOT ACCURATE.SHE IS USING FOR DUMMIES BOOK TO BUILD HER FALSE L.A. LIFE. SAD PATHETIC.

Doctors Within Borders ………

DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS IS AN INTERNATIONAL GROUP OF PHYSICIANS WHO VOLUNTEER TO HELP OUT ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD, WITHOUT REGARDS TO ANY POLITICAL CONCERNS. THEY GO BECAUSE OF THE NEED AND THEIR OATHS AS PHYSICIANS. HERE WE HAVE WITHIN BORDERS. THE BORDERS ARE AN AREA IN SCOTLAND. MIGHT THAT BE WHERE SHE IS BEING HELD BY LAW ENFORCEMENT? I USE THAT LOOSELY COULD BE MI5 OR ANY BRANCH.

I ALSO WONDER IF MADAM, AS WE HAVE HEARD RUMOURS OF, TRIED TO CROSS BORDERS AT TIMES TO HIDE TO NO AVAIL.

social insistence …………

WITH THE PANDEMIC, THE TERM SOCIAL DISTANCE HAS BEEN DRILLED INTO OUR HEADS. THEN , THEY REALIZED THIS MIGHT MEAN DEPRIVATION OF EMOTIONAL CONTACTS, MOST ARE NOW USING THE TERM PHYSICAL DISTANCING. REGARDLESS, MADAM DOES NOT CARE ABOUT ANY OF THIS EXCEPT THAT IT HAS RIPPED HEADLINES FROM HER.

I BET CHICKY POO 💩 IS DEMANDING SOCIAL ACTIVITIES. SHE WANTS TO AND NEEDS TO MERCH BUT MORESO HER EGO NEEDS FOOD, BADLY!! SHE IS STARVED FOR ANY POSITIVE ATTENTION. THE JOKE ARCHWELL SITE BEING HELD HOSTAGE IS THE PENULTIMATE REVENGE. GREAT JOB WILLIAM!!!

hugs not bugs………

SHE HAS BEEN THOUGHT TO HAVE PLANTED RECORDING AND LISTENING DEVICES AT VARIOUS PLACES IN ORDER TO TRY AND RECORD PRIVATE ROYAL VIDEO OR CONVERSATION. DISGUSTING BINT!! THERE HAS BEEN A COMPLETE SWEEPING OF ALL THE RESIDENCES AND OFFICES QUITE SOMETIME AGO AND SHE HAS NOT BEEN IN ANY OF THESE PLACES SINCE.

JUST JOVIALLY THE ROYAL FAMILY PREFERS HUGS, NOT FROM HER THOUGH, TO BUGS. SASLY, LIKE THE REST OF US, DUE TO THE COVID ISSUE, THEY ARE NOT ABLE TO ALL BE PHYSICALLY TOGETHER TO HUG , ESPECIALLY HMTQ, PRINCESS CHARLOTTE AND PRINCE LOUIS’BIRTHDAY. THANK GOD FOR FACETIME, SKYPE ETC ETC.

RIGHT NOW THE BIGGEST BUG IS COVID-19! SURELY SHE IS NOT YAPPING FOR ATTENTION INSTEAD OF EVEN CARING A WHITE ABOUT THE PANDEMIC. OF COURSE SHE DOESNT CARE. SHES A NARC!!!

absolutely isolated Kate. ………

WILLIAM IS TALKING WITH CATHERINE, ALTHOUGH HE WOULD NEVER CALL HER KATE BECAUSE SHE PREFERS CATHERINE, HOWEVER, HE IS TELLING HER HOW ISOLATED THE PLACE IS WHERE MADAM IS CURRENTLY BEING “HOSTED”. I AM CERTAIN THAT IS A HUGE RELIEF FOR HER! SOME MIGHT THINK THIS IS A VACATION PLAN THATS QUIET BUT THATS UNTHINKABLE DURING THE PANDEMIC.

“ not a whisper ma’am ………

LG SPEAKING WITH HMTQ, VIA TELEPHONE, SHE IS SAFELY ENSCONCED AT WINDSOR CASTLE. HE IS UPDATING HER, REASSURING THAT THINGS ARE COMPLETELY COVERT.

St George’s chapel of course!!……………

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY 100%BEATRICE AND EDO’S WEDDING. ONCE THINGS COME OUT, IT WILL BE REVEALED ABOUT HRH PRINCE ANDREW BEING THE FIRST POINT OF ATTACK, TO NO SUCCESS. THE PLAN IN THE WORKS FOR A DECADE TO INFILTRATE, THREATEN, DESTROY OUR BELOVED MONARCHY. HE WILL BE VINDICATED AND OUR PRINCESS BEATRICE WILL RECEIVE A GRAND TRULY ROYAL 👰🏽 🎩 WEDDING, AT ST GEORGE’S CHAPEL!!!

with humility skippy, with humility

MM ANON AND THE OTHER ANONS LEFT SO ABRUPTLY MONTHS AGO. I WONDER IF MM ANON IS EXPRESSING HER FEELINGS ABOUT RETURNING TO THE BLOG AND SEASON TWO OF RIDDLES, SHE IS HUMBLY, WITH HUMILITY ASKING SKIPPY TO RETURN.

THE END IS NIGH, I AM THINKING A BIRTHDAY GIFT FOR HMTQ AND A BREAK FROM PANDEMIC TO FINALLY SEE JUSTICE ACHIEVED. MM ANON HAS BEEN DIRECTED TO, AS WE ALL KNOW ANYWAYS, SKIPPY YOUR YEARS OF LOYAL, FAITHFULLNESS TO HMTQ, WILL BEAR FRUIT AND THE SCALES OF JUSTICE ARE IN PLAY ⚖️ . WE ALL KNOW 🐼SKIPPY DEAR, WILL BE VERY HAPPY, HUMBLE AND SAY ITS NOT JUST ME, MEANING SHE REFERS TO HERSELF, BUT A TRUE TEAM EFFORT. BUT WE ALL KNOW WHO STARTED THIS TRAIN AND HAS KEPT IT RUNNING FOR YEARS. CHEERS 🥂. MY DEAR FRIEND 🐼, FOR THE END IS NIGH UPON US. HARRY WILL BE FREED AND HE WILL FIND HIS WAY BACK. I HAVE NEVER, NOT FOR ONE SECOND HAD ANY DOUBT ABOUT HIS LOYALTY TO HMTQ, YOU ALL KNOW THAT, I HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY OPEN ABOUT THIS AS SKIPPY HAS.

THE END IS NIGH!

WISHING AND PRAYING FOR THE BEST OF HEALTH FOR HMTQ, HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH, OUR CAMBRIDGES AND OF COURSE OUR HARRY!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿. April 15/2020

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2. April 30

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON ……… the only virus ………… wonderful children to hug…… magnificent isolation ma’am……… dirty Megan,clean Harry ……… will never be the same ………… big things for a future princess ……… home cooking ………… “ ground control to major Tom” ………. “ and wash your bloody hands!!!……… an archificial birthday ………… trooping the colours???

APRIL 30/20 1700 hrs CST

SEASON TWO RIDDLE TWO

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊WELL WELL WELL, I HAVE BEEN WAITING, WAITING AND WAITING FOR YOU🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗, HERE YOU ARE, SECOND SEASON RIDDLE TWO. THANK YOU MM ANON 😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON

……… the only virus …………

THERE IS ONE VIRUS THAT HAS CHANGED THE ENTIRE WORLD COMPLETELY FOREVER. THE COVID-19 CORONAVIRUS HAS STOPPED THE 2020th YEAR COLD, DEAD COLD. IT HAS BEEN HORRIFIC TO WATCH IT SPREAD, MUTATE, SPREAD, TOO MANY DEATHS FAR FAR TOO MANY 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.TOILET PAPER BINGES ETC. BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE BUT ALSO THE WORST. I AM A GLASS HALF FULL KINDA GAL. WE HAVE SEEN SO VERY MUCH OF THE BEST OF HUMANITY EVEN TO THE POINT OF DOCTORS, NURSES, GIVING THEIR LIVES CARING FOR THESE PATIENTS. THERE ARE PLENTY OF CONSPIRACY THEORIES BUT NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR THAT NOR FOR BLAME. YOU DO NOT BLAME AN ARSONIST IN THE MIDDLE OF A 12 ALARM FIRE.

wonderful children to hug……

I AM CERTAIN ONCE RESTRICTIONS ARE LIFTED HMTQ WILL BE JUST ACHING FOR HUGS FROM HER FAMILY MEMBERS, YOUNG AND OLD. I AM CERTAIN THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSEHOLD ARE GIVING AND RECEIVING LOTS AND LOTS OF EXTA HUGS. TWO BIRTHDAYS PLUS HMTQ! THEY ARE WONDERFUL CHILDREN, SPLENDID HUGGERS I AM CERTAIN BECAUSE THEY ARE BEING TAUGHT BY THE BEST.🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

magnificent isolation ma’am………

LG VIA PHONE TO HMTQ, OR PERHAPS SYDNEY AS HE BRINGS THE COCKTAILS. HMTQ AND HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH HAVE SELF ISOLATED TOGETHER FOR WEEKS AT WINDSOR CASTLE. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE EVENINGS IN WARM COMFY CLOTHES, TV BLARING, HIMSELF WITH HIS BODDINGTONS AND HMTQ WITH HER GIN AND DUBONNET, TALKING OVER ALL THE CHANGES THEY HAVE SEEN DURING THEIR LIVES. THEY HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HAVE FREE TIME TO JUST SHARE WITH ONE ANOTHER, HOW MARVELLOUS. CHEERS 🥂 🍻 TO YOU BOTH. AND TO YOUR CONTINUED GOOD HEALTH🙏🏻🙏🏻. BEEN A MAGNIFICENT ISOLATION!

dirty Megan,clean Harry ………

AHHHHH YES, MADAM IS FILTHY IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY, ALLEGEDLY OF COURSE. THE SUIT WITH THE MOS WILL BEAR OR BARE🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂THIS OUT. SHE IS THE LIAR, THE MANIPULATOR, THE PHOTOSHOPPER, THE CON AND GRIFTER, THE WORST OF THE WORST.

SOON, THE WORLD WILL SEE WHAT I AND OTHERS HAVE BEEN SAYING, HARRY HAS BEEN OVERTLY COVERT, ON BEHALF OF HMTQ, TO BRING TO JUSTICE EVERY SINGLE BACKER IN THIS YEARS LONG MESS TO TAKE DOWN THE ROYAL FAMILY.

will never be the same …………

THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. HARRY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AFTER THEY DIVORCED. TRULY NONE OF US WILL BE, NOR SHOULD WE BE. LIFE IS ABOUT GROWTH, CHANGE, DEALING WITH THE UNEXPECTED OTHERWISE YOU ARE A FAKE HOUSEPLANT COLLECTING DUST OR MADAM!

big things for a future princess ………

OUR CHARLOTTE HAS A BIG BIRTHDAY COMING UP. WE ALREADY, ALMOST SINCE DAY ONE, HAVE SEEN HOW STRONG A PERSONALITY SHE HAS. SHE WILL GROW INTO A FIERY, HIGHLY INTELLIGENT PRINCESS FOR THE 21ST CENTURY I HAVE NO DOUBT OF THAT.

BUT, TAKE HEED, HARKEN AND READ IT AGAIN, BIG THINGS FOR A “”F U T U R E””PRINCESS. CHARLOTTE IS ALREADY A PRINCESS. WHO IS THE FUTURE PRINCESS? I KNOW THEY HAVE ALWAYS SAID CAMILLA WILL NEVER TAKE THE TITLE PRINCESS OF WALES BECAUSE OF DIANA. IF NOT HER, THAN WHO IS THE FUTURE PRINCESS?? IF THIS IS CAMILLA, SHALL CHARLES BE REGENT BUT WHAT WOULD HER TITLE BE THEN? I JUST DO NOT THINK THIS IS CAMILLA.

POSSIBILITY PUNCTUATION MIGHT HAVE BEEN MISSED, NEVER WITH MM ANON. READ IT THIS WAY……BIG THINGS FOR A FUTURE, PRINCESS. THAT WAY SOMEONE IS SPEAKING TO A PRINCESS BUT ITS NOT THAT WAY.

I AM LEANING TO CHARLES BECOMING REGENT. WILLIAM BECOMES THE PRINCE OF WALES AND GUESS WHO ???BECOMES PRINCESS OF WALES??!!! CATHERINE, OMG I CAN HARDLY CONTAIN MYSELF I THINK I MIGHT BURST😁😁😁😁😁😁

home cooking …………

EVERYONE IS BAKING, BAKING BREAD, COOKING, DOING CRAFTS, RETURNING TO A SIMPLER FAR LESS SCHEDULED TIME. I AM CERTAIN THE CAMBRIDGE HOUSE IS NO DIFFERENCE. I AM CERTAIN CATHERINE HAS PROBABLY MADE ENOUGH. BOLOGNESE SAUCE, HER RECIPE, TO LAST FIVE YEARS🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂.

“ ground control to major Tom” ……….

WHAT A MIRACLE THIS WAS EH? HE IS NO LONGER MAJOR TOM, AND NO WE ARE NOT TALKING DAVID BOWIE, HE IS NOW COLONEL TOM MOORE. THANKS TO HMTQ, HE HAS RAISED LAST I HEARD £25,000,000! TALK ABOUT A HERO, KIDS TAKE NOTE, THAT GENT RIGHT THERE, THERE IS YOUR TRUE HERO, FORGET HOLLYWOOD.

“ and wash your bloody hands!!!………

THIS HAS TO BE HRH HIMSELF YELLING AT SYDNEY, WANTING ANOTHER BODDINGTONS AND REMINDS SYDNEY TO WASH HIS HANDS. OK KIDS, IF YOU DONT GET THE REFERENCES, CATCH, GO BACK READ THE NEARLY 200 RIDDLE INTERPRETATIONS I DID DURING MM ANON SEASON ONE!😁😁😁😁😁😁

an archificial birthday …………

WHAT WILL WE SEE, I BELIEVE MAY 6TH IS THE LIE EVERYONE HAS AGREED UPON🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. THERE WILL BE A PHOTO OF SOME SORT. IT SHALL BE BLURRY, BLACK AND WHITE, TAKEN WITH A WEIRD LENS, IT MIGHT BE THE IRIS OF HIS EYE, OR TOENAILS ON HIS RIGHT FOOT, PERHAPS THE BACK OF HIS NECK?? THERE ARE INFINITE OPTIONS WHEN DECEIT, LIES AND OBFUSCATION ARE YOUR GOAL. JUST FOR THE RECORD WE DO ALL AGREE THAT THOSE ARE HER GOALS AND THEN SOME RIGHT??

trooping the colours???

TROOPING THE COLOUR NO S NEVER AN S TAKES PLACE IN JUNE. IT IS SCHEDULED FOR JUNE 13/2020. THIS YEAR HMMMMMMM UP IN THE AIR, SO TO SPEAK.

MM ANON HAS GIVEN US COLOURS…..DOES THIS REFER TO MADAMS EVER CHANGING EXCESSIVELY USING BRONZER BUT NOT MATCHED ON HER WHOLE BODY? DOES THIS REFER TO HER USING HER AMERICAN CITIZENSHIP IN SOME WAY, IE COLOURS RED, WHITE, BLUE .

DOES THIS REFER TO HER REPEATED USE OF THE RACE CARD, IDENTIFYING AS CAUCASIAN PROFESSIONALLY BUT NOW EMBRACING HERSELF AS A WOMAN OF COLOUR.IF SHE WERE A CAKE, SHE WOULD BE OVER 100 LAYERS EACH WITH A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR SO SHE COULD USE WHAT WAS CONVENIENT AT THE TIME.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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3. MAY 1/2020

SEASON TWO RIDDLE #3

MM Anon

MM ANON … it’ll cost us thousands …… “ ‘‘tis the times’ plague , when madmen led the blind “……… 🎼 all the clubs have been closed down 🎼………… “ if you both don’t stop fighting I’ll send you to Madagascar “ ………… “ one makes ones bed”…………… “ well wash your bloody hands AGAIN!!”…………… “ there so funny on screen Philip” …… Quo victuals est super eam et irrumabo …………… next slide please.

it’ll cost us thousands …… “

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂😂. DECISIONS MADE IN THE HEARING TODAY WERE NOT NOT NOT IN MADAMS FAVOUR😁😁😁😁MADAM IS HAVING TO PAY HER COSTS AND THE LEGAL COSTS OF THE MOS, I BELIEVE TOTAL THUS FAR I READ EARLIER WAS AROUND £160,000!! THE ACTUAL TRIAL HAS NOT YET BEGUN, IT WILL BE LATE 2020 OR EARLY 2021! WHERE IS AN OLD SEA HAG EX YACHTER GOING TO COME UP WITH THAT KIND OF MONEY???

‘‘tis the times’ plague , when madmen led the blind “………

OH DEAR MM ANON, BACK TO THE BARD, I DO SO LOVE THIS. THIS TIME IT IS FROM KING LEAR. THERE IS A CURRENT SAYING TOO, THE BLIND LEADING THE BLIND, OR THE BLONDE LEASING THE BLIND. I ALWAYS GOT BLONDE JOKES DIRECTED AT ME, IT BECOMES VERY TIRESOME VERY QUICKLY, FRANKLY QUITE DISRESPECTFUL. MEANING A HAPLESS HOPELESS UNSKILLED PERSON DIRECT THE TRAFFIC OF A RELATIONSHIP, A BUSINESS, ANY SITUATION REALLY. WHEN I SAY TRAFFIC, I DO NOT MEAN CARS, I MEAN THE DAY TO DAY COMINGS AND GOINGS, DECISIONS, MORALS , PRIORITIES ETC.

LIKELY REFERRING TO MADAM INSISTING SHE IS RIGHT, AS THE NARCISSIST SHE IS, DESPITE LEGAL ADVICE TO THE CONTRARY. HER REPRESENTATIVES PUT ON A BRAVE FACE ALL WHILST KNOWING THEY HAVE NOT A SNOWBALLS CHANCE IN HELL OF WINNING. TODAYS COURT DECISION BORE THAT OUT.

HER REPRESENTATIVES IN COURT KNOW FULL WELL SHE WILL PAY NO HEED TO THEIR ADVICE, SHE WILL, LIKE A BULL IN A CHINA SHOP BARREL HER WAY THROUGH . THEY WANT RID OF HER I AM CERTAIN. THEY MUST KNOW BY NOW THEY WILL NEVER BE PAID. WHAT A STAIN ON THEIR CAREERS PROFESSIONALLY.

🎼 all the clubs have been closed down 🎼…………

THESE LYRICS ARE FROM A SONG BY THE BRITISH BAND, THE SPECIALS BACK IN 1981, THE YEAR OF THE ROYAL WEDDING OF ALL TIME. THE SONG IS ENTITLED GHOSTTOWN. THIS IS A DIRECT REFERENCE TO OUR CURRENT WORLD. THE CORONAVIRUS STRAIN COVID-19 HAS SHUT EVERYTHING DOWN, EXCEPT HOSPITALS, GROCERS, PHARMACIES AND LIQUOR STORES. WE HAVE ALL EXPERIENCED UNPRECEDENTED EXPERIENCES THE MODERN WORLD NEVER HAS. THE LAST PANDEMIC WAS IN 1918, INFLUENZA, MILLIONS DIED. THIS IS THE FIRST MODERN TIMES PANDEMIC.

IT HAS COMPELLED MANY, GIVE YOUR HEAD A SHAKE AND RE-EXAMINE YOUR PRIORITIES MOMENTS. PEOPLE ARE BACK TO COOKING, BAKING, KNITTING, CRAFTING, PLAYING BOARDS GAMES, FAMILIES HAVING MEALS TOGETHER, WORKING FROM HOME. I DO THINK THE WORLD THAT EMERGES FROM THIS WILL BE ONE WITH INFINITE POSSIBILITIES. AND SO VERY MUCH GRIEF. OUR LITTLE BIG COUNTRY HAS HAD SO MUCH TRAUMA IN A SHORT TIME, COVID 19, MANY DEATHS, THE MASSACRE IN NOVA SCOTIA, FORT MCMURRAY FLOODED AFTER BEING BURNED DOWN BY FOREST FIRES A FEW YEARS AGO. WILLIAM AND CATHERINE ALTERED THEIR DIARY WHILST THEY WERE HERE SO THEY COULD GO TO FORT MCMURRAY AND VISIT TO SUPPORT THE PEOPLE. NOW THIS HELICOPTER CRASH, ALL SIX LOST. THIS SHIP WAS BASED IN. NOVA SCOTIA. LOTS OF PRAYERS NEEDED. SORRY I DIGRESSED BUT IT SPEAKS TO THE CHANGED WORLD WE NOW LIVE IN.

“ if you both don’t stop fighting I’ll send you to Madagascar “ …………

THATS A GREAT DISNEY FILM. I THINK MANY PARENTS HAVE REACHED THIS POINT BY NOW. I THINK OUR GEORGE AND OUR CHARLOTTE MAY HAVE BEEN BICKERING AND THE THREAT WAS UTTERED, I SHALL NOT GIVE MY OPINION WHO UTTERED THE THREAT🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂

“ one makes ones bed”……………

THE SAYING IS, YOU MADE YOUR BED, NOW LIE IN IT. MEANING YOU HAVE MADE CHOICES, NOW LIVE WITH THE REPERCUSSIONS. THIS IS DEFINITELY MADAM, HER LAWSUIT.

SOME WOULD SAY, NO ITS HARRY, HE MARRIED HER, LEFT FOR AMERICA, LET HIM LIE IN THAT SOILED BED.

HOWEVER, AS EVERYONE KNOWS BY NOW, I DO NOT EVEN REMOTELY BELIEVE THAT.

MADAM AND HER ENTIRE CLAN HAS MADE GRIFTING THEIR LIFE. MADAM HAS ADDED MUCH MORE WHICH I DO NOT WANT TO REPEAT YET AGAIN. SCRIPTURE SAYS YE REAP WHAT YE SEW OR IS IT SOW….NOT SURE .

“ well wash your bloody hands AGAIN!!”……………

HRH HIMSELF 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂I TRULY THINK HE IS ENJOYING TAKING THE P*** OUT OF SYDNEY OVER AND OVER. SYDNEY HAS BEEN HIS MAN FOR SO LONG HE HAS PROBABLY HAS CHUCKLED OVER IT. WHEN I SAY HIS MAN, IT GIVES AWAY MY AGE, HIS VALET AND THEN SOME, KEEPER OF SECRETS. ETC.

“ there so funny on screen Philip” ……

I THINK HMTQ AND HRH HIMSELF MAY BE FACETIMING OR ZOOMING OR WHATEVER, THE CAMBRIDGES AND VERY MUCH ENJOYING THE CHILDREN’S ANTICS. I LOVED THE THREE CLAPPING FOR THE NHS AND THEN LAST WEEK THE WHOLE FAMILY IN NHS BLUE, OUTSIDE ANMER HALL CLAPPING. MARVELLOUS, JUST MARVELLOUS.

Quo victuals est super eam et irrumabo ……………

MY MY MY MM ANON, I AM BLUSHING☺️☺️☺️☺️. THE WIRD IRRUMABO WOWZA MM ANON, I BLUSH…..WOWZA…..LOOK IT UP KIDS, IF YOU DARE😁😁😁😁. HAVE YOU KIDS EVER HEARD OF THE LATIN POEM, (NOT LATIN AS SPAIN , BUT LATIN AS CENTURIES AGO)SO RAUNCHY, SEXUAL, FILTHY IT WAS NOT TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH UNTIL THE 20TH CENTURY? WE DO KNOW, SEXUAL APPETITES AND CERTAIN PROCLIVITIES WERE WIDELY ENJOYED, OPENLY. THIS CLEARLY IS A REFERRAL TO MADAMS PREVIOUS LIFE IN THE YACHTING BUSINESS.POSSIBLE VIDEOS OF A CERTAIN UNCOUTH NATURE WHICH GIVES THE TERM POTTY MOUTH A WHOLE NEW MEANING. ARE WE CLOSE TO HAVING THIS FILTH MADE PUBLIC? WE HAVE ALL WAITED SOOOOOO LONG FOR THE DM TO UNLOAD THAT MILLION DOLLAR DOSSIER!!

next slide please.

IN THE OLDEN DAYS, WHEN I WAS YOUNG, OUR FAMILY USED TO WATCH SLIDES OF OUR VACATIONS, FISHING TRIPS ETC AND LAUGH AT OUR CLOTHES HAIR. FOR YOU KIDS WHO DO NOT KNOW SLIDES, IT WAS A METAPL RING ABOUT EIGHT INCHES ACROSS WITH LITTLE SLOTS WHEREIN A OHOTO IN A SMALL METAL HOLDER AND USING. A SCREEN THE IMAGES WOULD BE PROJECTED. I CAN STILL SMELL HOW THE SLIDE MACHINE SMELLED WHEN IT WARMED UP.

IN UNI, WHEN THE PROFESSOR GAVE PRESENTATIONS, THEY USED THAT SYSTEM TOO. AS THE LECTURE WENT AND PROGRESSED, HE WOULD SAY, NEXT SLIDE PLEASE SO THE NEXT ITEM FOR DISCUSSION COULD BE VIEWED AND NOTES TAKEN.

SORRY FOR THIS LONG WINDED EXPLANATION, BUT KIDS YOU KNOW THAT IS HOW I ROLL.😂😂😂😂🤣🤣.

SO I THINK THIS COULD BE REFERENCING CURRENT COURT PROCEDURES WITH THE MOS LAWSUIT. HOWEVER, GIVEN THE CLUE JUST BEFORE THIS ONE, I WONDER IF LG AND THEY GREY SUITED MEN HAVE PREPARED THEIR CASE AND HAVE THE PRESENTATION READY.

1425 hrs CST. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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4. May 2

MM ANON ……… bless all who come here……… stay safe ……… not sneezing season ……… birthday girls world following ……… sitting on the toilet screaming and howling ……… Plasma fantazma?……… 🎼give a little bit 🎼……… “ I swear ,I’ll send you to bloody Madagascar “……… “another top up sir”………” leave the poor man be Philip “……… “no ma’am not yet” ……… Wilfred!!!!!………… “ Bloody Wilfred!!”……… conspirators will spread another sort of virus.

MAY 2/2020

SEASON TWO RIDDLE #4

1545 HRS CST

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

FIRST AND MOST IMPORTANT…..A VERY VERY HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO OUR BELOVED ANGEL, HRH PRINCESS CHARLOTTE….LOTS OF LOVE💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🌈🌈🌈💐💐💐🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🧁🧁🧁🎁🎁🎁🎉🎉🎉🎈🎈🎈🎀🎀🎀🛍🛍🛍

bless all who come here………

ONE OF MY FAVOURITE BOOKS OF THE HOLY BIBLE KJV, I POSTED DEUTERONOMY 31:6 ON MY BLOG THE OTHER DAY, MIGHT HAVE BEEN 🐼BLOG. MY HEAD IS NOT ITSELF TODAY SO FORGIVE THINGS THAT ARE SPELLT INCORRECTLY OR SENTENCES NOT COHESIVE.

SO I PREFER THE KJV, KING JAMES VERSION OF THE HOLY BIBLE. THIS PHRASE IN SEVERAL FORMS AND SENTENCE STRUCTURES IS INSTANTLY RECOGNIZABLE.

6Blessed shalt thou be when thou comest in, and blessed shalt thou be when thou goest out.

FROM DEUTERONOMY, THIS CHAPER FOCUSES ON OBEDIENCES, GODS PROMISES ETC AND CONSEQUENCES FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT CONDUCT THEMSELVES ACCORDINGLY.

THIS PHRASE COULD BE USED IN ANY SPIRITUAL SETTING OR FRIENDS GATHERING.

I THINK THIS IS MEANING ALL WHO HAVE STEPPED UP TO HELP DURING THIS TIME, ESPECIALLY IN HEALTH CARE SETTINGS WILL RECEIVE ABUNDANCE OF BLESSINGS. BLESSINGS AND NOT ALWAYS TANGIBLE, SPIRITUAL BLESSINGS ARE TREMENDOUS.

I ALSO 110% BELIEVE THAT DEAR MM ANON, IS REFERRING TO OUR BELOVED 🐼 AND HER BLOG. BECAUSE ALL WHO COME HERE ARE TRULY BLESSED, IN SO MANY WAYS💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜🌈🌈

stay safe ………

WE MUST CONTINUE TO FOLLOW OUR GOVERNMENTS GUIDELINES IN REGARDS TO THE CORONAVIRUS STRAIN OF COVID-19. IT IS ESSENTIAL AS PLACES ARE SLOWLY OPENING UP THAT PHYSICAL DISTANCING AND ESPECIALLY PROPER TECHNIQUE HAND WASHING FREQUENTLY CONTINUE.

THIS IS ALSO REGARDING MADAM AND HER NARCISSISTIC HATE FOR CERTAIN PEOPLE. I AM QUITE CERTAIN EVERYONE IS SAFE AND VERY WELL PROTECTED INDEED.

not sneezing season ………

ALLERGY SEASON IS SHORTLY TO COME WHERE I LIVE. I DO BELIEVE IT IS ALREADY OCCURRING IN SOME COUNTRIES. ONE DOES NOT WANT TO SNIFFLE OR SNEEZE BECAUSE THAT IS A SYMPTOM OF COVID-19 IN SOME PEOPLE.WHEN IT MIGHT BE SIMPLE ALLERGIES. I THINK PEOPLE WHO STRUGGLE WITH SEASONAL ALLERGIES WILL BE FEARFUL IT IS MORE THAN JUST THEIR USUAL ALLERGIES. THIS IS SUCH A CHALLENGING TIME IS IT NOT.

birthday girls world following ………

AS OUR DEAR CHARLOTTE TRENDED WORLDWIDE FOR HER HAIR FLIPPING ON HER FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL LAST FALL, THESE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING PHOTOGRAPHS, TAKEN BY CATHERINE ARE GOING TO BREAK TRENDING RECORDS. I LOVE THE FACT THEY ARE NOT JUST PHOTOS FOR PHOTOS SAKE, SHE IS GIVING AND SERVING. MY GOODNESS WHAT A WONDERFUL FAMILY.

sitting on the toilet, screaming and howling ………

THIS GOES TO THE SCREAMING BANSHEE, SEAHAG, I USED THAT WORD YESTERDAY I THINK, IT IS SO FITTING FOR THIS FORMER YACHTGIRL AND SELLER OF ALL THINGS. SHE LOST BADLY IN THE COURT HEARING YESTERDAY, RELEASED A BOGUS STATEMENT TODAY, I JUST STARTED READING IT AND SCOOBY DOOS TWEETS,GOOD GRACIOUS. BADLY BRUISED NARCISSIST EGO. AS WE ALL KNEW AND EXPECTED, PHOTOS OF CHARLOTTE WOULD BE RELEASED BY KP, THE WORLD WOULD BE JUST ABSOLUTELY GOING GAGA OVER THEM. TWO PUNCHES, SO TO SPEAK, IN TWO DAYS.😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣 LOTS OF PINK WATER AND HOBBIES AND A SCREAMING BANSHEE COMPLETELY HATING A CHILD, SHE IS

I BELIEVE THE TOILET PART IS OVERUSE OF LAXATIVES, COMMON IN BULIMIC FOR WEIGHT LOSS OF UNHEALTHY WAYS. BUT THEN AGAIN, I AM NOT AWARE OF ANYTHING THAT MADAM DOES IS HEALTHY, MENTALLY, PHYSICALLY OR SPIRITUALLY. SO PATHETIC.

Plasma fantazma?………

MM ANON, I HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT FANTAZMA BUT I KNOW THE MEDICAL PEOPLE ARE TAKING PLASMA FROM PEOPLE WHO HAVE FULLY RECOVERED FROM COVID-19 AND GIVING IT TO PEOPLE ILL WITH IT. TRYING TO ASSES HOW AND IF THE ANTIBODIES NOW IN THE PLASMA HELP, THEY ARE UNSURE HOW LONG THE ANTIBODIES REMAIN EFFECTIVE. IN SOME CASES FOR OTHER DISEASES YOU HAVE IMMUNITY FOR A LIFETIME. BUT WE STILL KNOW SO LITTLE ABOUT THIS CORONA VARIANT CALLED COVID -19. OXFORD HAS A VACCINE IN HUMAN TRIALS ALREADY AND THEY HAVE PARTNERED WITH PHARMACEUTICAL GIANT ASTRA ZENECA WHO IS ALREADY PRODUCING THE VACCINE. THEY HOPE TO HAVE 100,000,000 DOSES READY BY THE END OF THE YEAR. USUALLY IT TAKES YEARS TO DEVELOP A VACCINE BUT I HOPE AND PRAY THIS IS TRULY AN EFFECTIVE VACCINE WITH NO HARMFUL SIDE EFFECTS

🎼give a little bit 🎼………

OF YOUR TIME TO ME DUH DUH DA DA…GIVE A LITTLE BIT OF YOUR LOVE TO ME. AHH MM ANON BACK TO SUPERTRAMP, ONE OF YOUR FAVES. I LOVE THIS SONG. ITS ALL ABOUT LOVING AND CARING FOR ONE ANOTHER. THIS IS WHAT WE HAVE SEEN SO MUCH OF DURING THIS PANDEMIC. I COULD TELL YOU ALL THE THINGS MY FRIENDS HAVE DONE FOR ME BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN WITHOUT MY HELPER FOR WEEKS. WE SEE PHOTOS OF THE YORKS, THE WESSEXES, CHARLOTTE ALL GIVING, HELPING…NOT FOR ANY HEADLINES NO NO NO. GIVING FOR THE REAL REASON OF CHRISTIAN CARING AND LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER. ITS SO MARVELLOUS TO SEE. LIKE I SAID THE OTHER DAY, THERE HAVE BEEN SO MANY BLESSINGS DURING THIS PANDEMIC.

“ I swear ,I’ll send you to bloody Madagascar “……… “

OK, I GIVE IN, THE OTHER DAY I SAID I WOULD NOT SAY WHO IS SAYING THIS BUT ITS WILLIAM. THE CHILDREN ARE AT IT AGAIN, AND HE HAS LOST HIS PATIENCE🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. LIKE MANY MILLIONS OF PARENTS.

“another top up sir”………” leave the poor man be Philip “……… “

AAAHHH HERE WE ARE, BACK IN THE SITTING ROOM, TV IS ON, BBC OF COURSE TO WATCH THE DAYS NEWS. WHAT A MARVELLOUS ISOLATION YOUR MAJESTY. HRH HIMSELF IS STILL IN A FEISTY MOOD AND AS I SAID THE OTHER DAY, HE IS TAKING THE P***OUT OF DEAR LOYAL SYDNEY😂😂😂😂🤣🤣. I WONDER IF HIMSELF IS WANTING BACK AT WOOD FARM, WITH HIS HORSES ETC. BUT MY WHAT MARVELLOUS TIME FOR THE TWO OF THEM TOGETHER. HIMSELF IS BEING OFFERED ANOTHER BODDINGTONS BY SYDNEY, HMTQ IS SCOLDING HIM FOR HAVING A GO, YET AGAIN, AT POOR SYDNEY. AS SHE SIPS HER GIN AND DUBONNET. SHE IS QUIET AND LOOKING AT HER HUSBAND, MANY MEMORIES FLOODING THROUGH HER MIND. FEW TEARS, BARELY TEARS, BUT GRATITUDE FOR THIS PRECIOUS TIME TOGETHER. ANOTHER SIP AND ITS BACK TO THE NEWS.

“no ma’am not yet” ………

HMTQ IS AWAITING WORD ON SOMETHING AND IT IS NOT THERE YET. THERE ARE A MYRIAD OF THINGS SHE MIGHT BE WAITING ON. SHE WOULD BE PRIVY TO ALL THE LOCKDOWN ISSUES SO IT IS NOT ANYTHING RELATED TO THE PANDEMIC I DO NOT THINK. THIS JUST MAKES ME THINK OF HARRY, BUT WHY I DO NOT KNOW. SHE IS WAITING FOR WORD ON SOMETHING REGARDING THE END OF DEALING WITH MADAM. KIDS I JUST DO NOT KNOW. IT MIGHT BECOME PATENTLY OBVIOUS ONCE I SUBMIT MY INTERPRETATION BUT RIGHT NOW I JUST DO NOT KNOW FOR CERTAIN.

Wilfred!!!!!………… “ Bloody Wilfred!!”……… conspirators will spread another sort of virus.

THERE ARE ALWAYS CONSPIRACY THEORIES SNOUT BIG AND SMALL THINGS. THERE IS A GROUNDSWELL THAT THIS WAS PURPOSELY RELEASED, DEVELOPED AS A WEAPON OF WAR AND MANY OF THINGS. I DO NOT HANG OUT ON 4CHAN OR 8CHAN. IF YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY ARE, THEY ARE THE DARK WEN, WHERE YOU CAN GET OR DO ANYTHING AND I MEAN ANYTHING. DO NOT EVER EVER EVER GO THERE!!!

I BELIEVE THIS IS HRH THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH SPEAKING, THE BIRUS HE IS REFERRING TO IS THE CONSPIRACY THEORIES AND HOW THEY SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE. ITS LIKE GOSSIP, WE ALL KNOW HOW QUICKLY THINGS SPREAD.

WE DO NOT NEED CONSPIRACY THEORIES. WE JUST NEED TO BELIEVE WHAT OUR GOVERNMENTS TELL US.

I WONDER IF THIS IS A CHAP HIMSELF KNOW WHO SPREADS OR ENJOYS OR BELIEVES IN CONSPIRACY THEORIES. FOR SOME REASON, THE NAME WILFRED MAKES ME THINK OF A CHAUFFEUR OR DRIVER, I TRULY DO NOT KNOW FOR CERTAIN.

OF INTEREST, AND I HIGHLY DOUBT IF THIS IS THE WILFRED HIMSELF IS REFERRING TO, BUT THERE WAS A WILFRED BOWES, OBE(19 FEBRUARY 1994-6 JUNE1970) HE WAS A RAF SERVICE POLICE DETECTIVE WHO RAN THE SPECIAL BRANCH, SIB, IN 1944. IF YOU HAVE EVER SEEN THE FANTASTIC FILM, THE GREAT ESCAPE, HE HEADED THE INQUIRY INTO THE MURDERS OF THE OFFICERS THAT WERE RECAPTURED BY THE NAZIS AND RETURNED BACK TO THE POW CAMP.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG ADDS TO MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊 HI KIDS, I HAVE BEEN THINKING AND THINKING. THE COMMENT ABOUT SENDING YOU TO BLOODY MADAGASCAR WOULD NEVER EVER HAVE BEEN SAID BY WILLIAM TO HIS CHILDREN. I THINK THAT CLUE SHOULD HAVE BEEN TOGETHER WITH HRH HIMSELF HARASSING DEAR SYDNEY. THIS IS PARTLY WHY HMTQ SAID TO STOP IT. I JUST HAD TO CLARIFY BECAUSE WILLIAM WOULD NEVER SAY THAT TO HIS CHILDREN NEVER!!

WILFRED BLOODY WILFRED

HRH HIMSELF HAVING A GO AT THE PM AND HIS PARTNERS NEWBORN SONS NAME.

THE CONSPIRACY CLUE WHICH I INTERPRETED SHOULD HAVE BEEN SEPARATE BUT I STAND BY MY INTERPRETATION OF THAT.

SORRY KIDS, JUST TOO TIRED TODAY. BUT I HAD TO COME BACK AND CLARIFY THESE THINGS, THEY WERE BOTHERING ME GREATLY ESPECIALLY ME SAYING WILLIAM WOULD SPEAK THAT WAY TO HIS CHILDREN.

I BEG FORGIVENESS, FOR THIS, SPELLING ERRORS AND JUST NOT UP TO PAR TODAY.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻TO NYC ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

I HOPE YOU SAW THE PRAYER POST I DID FOR YOU A FEW DAYS BACK. THANK YOU FOR UPDATING US. YOU ARE VERY MUCH IN OUR PRAYERS.

REGARDING INSOMNIA….I LIKE TO WATCH THE SHOPPING CHANNEL, OR I DO EASY CROSSWORD PUZZLES ONLINE. THEY ARE EASY SO IT DOESN’T REQUIRE A LOT OF EFFORT. JUST GOOGLE FREE ONLINE EASY CROSSWORDS. TAKE CARE AND LOTS OF PRAYERS FOR YOU

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊TO LEGAL ANON😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CLARIFYING. I KNOW IN MY PROFESSION SO MUCH DOCUMENTATION. EVERY SINGLE PILL I GAVE, INJECTION I GAVE ALL HAD TO BE SIGNED FOR, SOMETIMES TWICE IF IT WAS A CONTROLLED DRUG. THEN IF IT WAS PRN, OR AS NEEDED, ONE HAD TO WRITE IN THE CHART WHO WHAT WHERE WHEN WHY , BEHAVIOUR, SIDE EFFECTS GOOD OR BAD. LOTS AND LOTS OF COPIOUS DOCUMENTATION. IF POLICE WERE NEEDED THERE WAS A WHOLE PROTOCOL OF PAPERWORK ETC ETC ETC SO I FULLY GET WHAT YOU MEAN. TAKE CARE AND PLEASE KEEP COMING BACK TO HELP US UNDERSTAND THIS LEGAL QUAGMIRE.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊DEAR DEAR DEAR 🐼😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART FOR PROVIDING A SAFE PLACE TO COME, ANYTIME, WHERE ONE IS LOVED AND ACCEPTED AND PRAYED FOR WITHOUT ANY QUESTION. THIS IS SUCH A GODSEND TO ME. I WAS ISOLATED BEFORE ISOLATION WAS COOL😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. BAD ATTEMPT AT HUMOUR. YOU WILL NEVER TRULY KNOW THE DEPTH OF MY LOVE AND APPRECIATION. THE FRIENDS I HAVE MADE HERE ARE JUST MARVELLOUS. THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR KINDNESS, YOUR FRIENDSHIP AND YOUR CARING.

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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5. May 3

MM ANON ………Lucrezia Markle……… For her own well-being … she’s kicking and sedated ……… safety net for Harry ……… a very private LOCK-down ………” GATEWAY“intervention …… “NHS Catherine , Sterling work darling “ …………” yes ,I love Frozen 2” ………… PTA……… “ your experience would be valued ma’am”……… “ I myself am best when least in company “……… absque misericordia

MAY 3/2020

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON RIDDLE #5

1520 HRS CST

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Lucrezia Markle……

THE BORGIAS, LUCREZIA BORGIAS MY WHAT A WOMAN SHE WAS. KIDS THIS GOES WAY WAY BACK, THE LATE 1400’S ITALY. A NOBLEWOMAN, A POWERFUL WOMAN. MANY MARRIAGES. THE BORGIAS FAMILY WERE WIDELY GOSSIPED ABOUT, THEN AND NOW. SO MANY RUMOURS OF FOULEST OF BEHAVIOUR, MANIPULATION, USE OF POISONS, INCEST, MURDER, THE WHOLE GAMUT.

WE HAVE ALL LONG SUSPECTED EACH FAMILY MEMBER OF THE MARKLE FAMILY IS PART OF THIS WHOLE MESS. MADAM AS LUCREZIA, SELF ABSORBED BUT NOWHERE ANYWHERE NEAR THE DESCRIPTIONS OF HER BEAUTY. IN THAT REGARD, MADAM IN NO LUCREZIA BORGIA. BUT IN RUTHLESSNESS AND DOING ANYTHING FOR SELF AND FOR POWER? OH YOU BET SHE IS!!

For her own well-being … she’s kicking and sedated ………

SO MADAM HAS FULLY LOST THE PLOT AND IS BACK IN LOCKDOWN, FOR HER OWN SAFETY AND WELL BEING OF OTHERS. MENTAL HEALTH LOCKDOWN NOT PANDEMIC. OBVIOUSLY SHE MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING AFTER THE HEARING AND THE PHOTOS, PERHAPS SELF HARM ATTEMPT? OVERDOSE ON HOBBIES? NARCISSISTS ARE KNOWN TO TRY BUT GENERALLY IN MY EXPERIENCE, NOT ENOUGH TO SUCCEED. SO SHE HAS BEEN SEDATED BUT STILL FIGHTING RULES.

safety net for Harry ………

THE SAFETY NET FOR HARRY IS THE YEAR REVIEW PROCESS AFTER THEY ALLEGEDLY LEFT THE ROYAL FAMILY. WE ALL KNOW HE HAS NEVER LEFT HIS FAMILY AND HAS ABSOLUTELY NOT LEFT THE U.K. TO BE WITH MADAM. HE MIGHT HAVE LEFT TO INVESTIGATE BUT NOTHING TO BEING WITH HER.

ALSO IF HE DOES SPEAK TO HER AND HE CAN GET SOME SORT OF CONFESSION THAT WOULD BE MORE THAN A SAFETY NET FOR SURE.

a very private LOCK-down ………”

SO MADAM IS IN A VERY EXCLUSIVE PRIVATE FACILITY. I WONDER IF IT IS THE SAME FACILITY SHE HAS BEEN IN BEFORE?

LOCK MAKES ME THINK OF LOCH, LAKE IN SCOTTISH WORDING.I TRULY WONDER IF HARRY HAS BEEN AT BALMORAL IN SCOTLAND. THAT WOULD PROVIDE HIM THE MOST ABSOLUTE PRIVACY. ALSO VERY NEAR HIS FATHER AND CAMILLA. SURELY WOULD GIVE HIM PLENTY OF OUTDOOR TIME HUNTING, RUNNING ETC. MOST OF ALL, NO MADAM!!

GATEWAY“intervention ……

THIS IS A VERY WELL KNOWN AND RENOWNED SUBSTANCE ABUSE TREATMENT FACILITY, OR CORPORATION OF FACILITIES. I WONDER, YET AGAIN, IF HARRY NEEDED SUBSTANCES TO COPE AND HE REQUIRED A FAMILY INTERVENTION TO GET HELP. THERE ARE FACILITIES IN CALGARY. HE MAY HAVE SPENT TIME THERE. THERE WERE RUMOURS OF HIM BEING HERE, AS IN 🇨🇦, WITH HIS RPO’S, BUT THAT WAS SAID TO BE HIM DOING SOME OF HIS OWN INVESTIGATIONS OF MADAM. THIS IS WHERE GOSSIP IS A BAD THING.

“NHS Catherine , Sterling work darling “ …………”

CATHERINE HAS BEEN WORKING WITH MIDWIVES AND WOMENS HEALTH FOR YEARS NOW. REMEMBER AFTER SHE HAD CHARLOTTE, SHE WAS ATTENDING A DAY SEMINAR, THE MIDWIVES WHO HAD BEEN THERE WITH HER DURING THE DELIVERY WAS THERE AND SHE HUGGED THEM SO MUCH. IT WAS LOVELY. EARLIER LAST WEEK I DO KNOW SHE HELD A ZOOM OR FACETIME MEETING DISCUSSING HOW THEY WERE MANAGING WITH THE PANDEMIC AND IN THEIR WORK. SHE IS SO AWESOME, STERLING FOR SURE, I THINK PLATINUM.💜💜💜

yes ,I love Frozen 2” …………

AH YES OUR CAMBRIDGE PRINCESS LOVES FROZEN 2 AND 1 AND LIKELY HAS WATCHED THEM OODLES OF TIMES. I WONDER IF THIS IS FACETIME WITH GAN GAN WHO CONCURS THAT SHE LOVES IT TOO.

PTA………

IN CANADA, THIS MEANS PARENT TEACHERS ASSOCIATION. IS THIS REFERRING TO ALL THE PARENTS HELPING TEACH THEIR CHILDREN OVER THE LAST FEW MONTHS?

ALSO MADE ME THINK OF PDA AND MADAMS CONSTANT 🦞 CLAWS GRIPPING OUR HARRY.

“ your experience would be valued ma’am”………

SO, SOMEONE SEEKING HMTQ ADVICE, INPUT BASED ON HER EXPERIENCE. WHAT ISSUE MIGHT THIS BE? KNOWING WHEN TO GO PUBLIC AND GIVE THE FINAL OK FOR THE PRESS TO RELEASE ALL THEY HAVE ON MADAM. OR IF HARRY SHOULD ATTEMPT TO GET INFORMATION FROM MADAM NOW BY MANIPULATING HER FEELINGS?

“ I myself am best when least in company “………

AGAIN INSTANTLY RECOGNIZABLE AS THE BARD, SHAKESPEARE, THIS TIME TWELFTH NIGHT. THIS IS A VERY INTERESTING PORTION OF THE PLAY. A WOMAN HAS GONE MAD, IS LOCKED UP, THE MEN ARE TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO BEST DEAL WITH HER, WITH FOUR OR FIVE MEN OR JUST ONE. VIOLA IS THE WOMAN. ORSINO IS THE MALE WHO SAYS HE CAN DO THIS TASK BEST ALONE. USING MANIPULATION, TELLING HER HOW HE LOVES HER, THEIR TIMES SPENT TOGETHER TO GATHER THE INFORMATION NEEDED.

THIS IS FASCINATING. THE SHOE IS ON THE OTHER FOOT NOW. HARRY IS STRONG AND SHE IS BROKEN, TRYING TO GET A RECORDED CONFESSION WHILE HE PLIES HER WITH HIS LOVE FOR HER. THIS TRULY IS A TRAGEDY OF SHAKESPEAREAN LEVELS. WOWZA KIDS!!

absque misericordia

I KNOW A HOSPITAL CALLED MISERICORDIA, MERCY HOSPITAL. HERE WE HAVE ABSQUE OR ABSENCE. ABSENCE OF MERCY, RUTHLESS JUSTICE. THIS AWAITS MADAM ⚖️, SHE HAS DONE THIS ALL TO HERSELF. SHE HAS PLAYED EVERY BIT THE MATA HARI. SELF SELF, LIES, MANIPULATION, AND ON AND ON. SO POSSESSED OF A JEALOUSY , HATRED AND REVENGE UPON CERTAIN PEOPLE WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE. I DO NOT WISH TO MENTION THEIR NANES AGAIN, BAD KARMA. SHE SET THIS LAWSUIT IN MOTION. THE SNOW BALL IS ROLLING DOWN THE MOUNTAIN NOW, GATHERING STEAM, GETTING LARGER AND THERE IS NO STOPPING IT NOW. YE REAP WHAT YE SEW. LEAVE HER TO JUSTICE AND GOD.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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6. May 5

MM ANON …… granny flap…… delusions of gran-tour…… “ aye, some wantid er’ but Walt dis-ney “…… a p****hub offer worth millions …… a secret return …… Lottie leaded Cambridge assault ……… “ a very prominent speech for VE DAY ma’am”. …… unlocking the unlock able ………… 🎼day by day…🎼………… pause ,pray, proceed. …… optimistic optimism???

MAY 5/2020

RIDDLE POSTED MAY 4/2020

SEASON TWO THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE #6

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

0900 hrs CST

SORRY I AM A DAY LATE KIDS.

granny flap……

FLAP IS A INTERESTING WORD, A PURSE CAN HAVE ONE, A FLAG CAN FLAP IN THE WIND, A PERSON WHO IS WOUND UP OR AGITATED CAN BE SAID TO BE IN A FLAP. GRANNY FLAP,WELL DEPENDING ON WHICH GRANNY IS BEING REFERRED TO. I KNOW HMTQ IS REFERRED TO AS GRANNY, SO I SHALL SAY THIS IS HER. I CANNOT SEE HER EVER BEING IN A STATE OF A FLAP SO THAT IS OUT.

delusions of gran-tour……

INTERESTING MADAM, AND BACKWARDS SPELLED SCOOBY AND DURAND ARE ALLEGEDLY WRITING FINDING FREEDOM. I PERSONALLY THINK SHE SHOULD HAVE WAITED UNTIL SHE WAS OUT OF PRISON BEFORE USING THAT TITLE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂. SHE IS THINKING THIS WILL BE A WALL STREET JOURNAL BEST SELLER. THE DAYTIME TALK SHOW CIRCUIT HAS ALL BUT DRIED UP BUT I AM CERTAIN IN HER MIND, SHE FULLY BELIEVES EVERYONE WILL BE DYING TO INTERVIEW HER, DOING A GRAND TOUR, LIKE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MOST MAJOR AUTHORS PUBLISH. HERE WE HAVE GRAN-TOUR. HYPHENATED. WHO IS ARCHIES GRAN? I HAVE NO IDEA BUT MADAM HAS SOLD DORITO AS THE GRANDMOTHER. OH DEARIE ME, PLEASE SAY IT AIN’T SO 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 THE TWO OF THEM, MAKING THE ROUNDS. GOOD GRAVY, SAINTS PRESERVE US. MAYBE A PRIME-TIME OPRAH SPECIAL TELL ALL ON OPRAH’S TV CHANNEL THAT NO ONE WATCHES. DOES SHE STILL EVEN HAVE IT ANYMORE?

“ aye, some wantid er’ but Walt dis-ney “……

NOW THIS REQUIRES THE THICKEST OF SCOTTISH BROGUES TO PULL THIS OFF, WALT DISNAH’🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. THIS IS WONDERFUL MM ANON, I AM IMMEDIATELY TRANSPORTED TO A PLACE I LOVE, SCOTLAND 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿. THIS IS SAYING DISNEY WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH MADAM. WE ALL SAW THAT BIG ACT HARRY PUT ON, WAS THE THE REASON HE DIDN’T ATTEND THE MILITARY EVENING AND ATTENDED THE LION KING SO HE COULD CONFRONT BOB IGER FACE TO FACE, CAPTURED OF FILM..ACTING ALL INNOCENT BY YAPPING THAT MADAM DOES VOICEOVERS, IGER’S FACE GOES WHITE AS A SHEET KNOWING THE PALACE KNOWS ABOUT HIS SHENANIGANS WITH MADAM, WORK ON THE ELEPHANTS FILM. IGER LEFT DISNAH’ 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂AKA DISNEY. NOBODY OF ANY REGARD OR ESTEEM REMOTELY WANTS HER. SHE TRULY CARRIES THE MARKLE EFFECT…LTHAT GOES ALONG WITH THE EVIL.

a p****hub offer worth millions ……

AGAIN WE HAVE A GRAPHIC SEX WORD, ALTHOUGH IN MY EXPERIENCE, THAT WORD IS NOT USED IN THE U.K. THERE IT IS CALLED A FANNY OR A WORSE WORD. I LEARNED THAT RATHER QUICKLY WHEN I BROUGHT MY FANNY PACK WITH ME ONE TIME AND MY FRIENDS WERE AGHAST AT THE NAME IF IT. HERE FANNY IS YOUR RUMP BUT NO NO NOT IN THE U.K. ANYHOW THE EVER SPOKEN ABOUT DOSSIER, VIDEO. WILL THE TRUTH AT LAST BE REVEALED. THE DM DOSSIER WAS A MILLION SEVERAL YEARS AGO. HAS IT GONE UP IN PRICE? HOW I WISH THINGS WOULD BE REVEALED BUT THEY WILL BECAUSE SHE STARTED THIS LAWSUIT AND THINGS ARE COMING. ONCE COVID-19 SETTLES BOOM! IN SIMPLE TERMS, THIS IS MADAMS PAY FOR PLAY, “OPEN DOOR POLICY”.

a secret return ……

WILL HARRY RETURN PUBLICLY? HAS HE BEEN AT BALMORAL , CANADA INVESTIGATING OR EVEN HIS BELOVED AFRICA, OR ALL THREE. SECRET MEANS NOT PUBLIC YET, BUT CLOSE? SO WHEREVER HE HAS BEEN, HE WILL RETURN TO LONDON TO BE READY FOR REEMERGENCE.

Lottie leaded Cambridge assault ………

AS IF IT WERE A PLANNED BATTLE, THE PHOTOS OF CHARLOTTE’S FIFTH BIRTHDAY, PORTRAYING HER IN THE ACT OF GIVING IN PHOTOS TAKEN BY CATHERINE ARE STELLAR. UNBEATABLE, NOTHING MADAM COULD RELEASE COULD HAVE KNOCKED THOSE HEADLINES AND TRENDS. I AM 100% CERTAIN SHE SEES IT AS THEM ATTACKING HER AND TAKING PR TIME AWAY FROM HER. SAD LITTLE LIFE, JEALOUS OF A FIVE YEAR OLD.

“ a very prominent speech for VE DAY ma’am”. ……

NOW I NORMALLY NEVER DO THIS, BUT THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT AND I THINK MANY WILL WANT THIS INFORMATION. THE QUOTED PORTIONS ARE FROM TOWN AND COUNTRY MAGAZINE. SO THE BBC WILL HAVE EXTENSIVE PROGRAMMING AND HMTQ SPEECH AND HER MEMORIES WILL FEATURE PROMINENTLY AMONGST IT.

🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧”Announcing its coverage plans to mark 75th anniversary of VE Day, the BBC said in a statement: “At the heart of the commemorations will be a special address from HM The Queen broadcast at 9.00pm – the exact time her father spoke to the nation three quarters of a century ago.”

Announcing its coverage plans to mark 75th anniversary of VE Day, the BBC said in a statement: “At the heart of the commemorations will be a special address from HM The Queen broadcast at 9.00pm – the exact time her father spoke to the nation three quarters of a century ago.”

The Queen will have her own memories of that important day. Then 19-year-old Princess Elizabeth, she was allowed to leave the palace along with her sister Margaret to join the crowds outside celebrating.

The Queen’s message on May 8, 2020 will form the centerpiece of the televised musical event VE Day 75: The People’s Celebration, which will begin at 8 p.m. in the UK. The program will culminate with the nation coming together to sing Vera Lynn’s wartime classic We’ll Meet Again, which the Queen referenced in her recent speech reassuring the nation amid the coronavirus crisis.

“At a time when many are looking for unity and hope, the BBC will bring households together to remember the past, pay tribute to the Second World War generation, and honour our heroes both then and now,” the broadcaster’s Director General, Tony Hall, said in a statement. The program will also include memories and photographs from members of the World War II generation.

Additional events throughout the day will include a two minute silence at 11 a.m. and a broadcast of then Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill’s victory speech in the afternoon.”🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧

unlocking the unlock able …………

AGAIN, WITH MM ANON, EVERYTHING MEANS SOMETHING. WE HAVE UNLOCK IN DIFFERENT FORMS TWICE. THE SECOND TIME IT IS SEPARATED WITHOUT HYPHEN. SO UNLOCKING OBVIOUSLY MEANS OPENING, LETTING DUST OUT FRESH AIR IN. LETTING FILTH OUT LIES PUT THE FILTH TRUTH AND LIES PUBLIC. UNLOCK ABLE , I READ THIS AS YES, IT CAN UNLOCK AND WE ARE ABLE TO. SO ALL IN ALL THAT DOSSIER IS COMING OUT ALONG WITH VIDEOS AND EVERY OTHER FILTHY MERCHING THING MADAM HAD DONE.

DNA IS OFTEN SAID TO HOLD THE KEY.FROM EYE COLOUR, TO GENETIC DISEASES, ETC ETC. THE KEY TO UNLOCKING DNA IS BOTH BOOKS, TEXTBOOKS , LECTURES ETC ETC. I THINK THIS MOST DEFINITELY REFERRING TO DNA OF ARCHIE NOT EXACTLY COMING OUT, BUT WHAT WILL COME PUT , FINALLY, IS THAT HARRY IS NOT THE FATHER.

🎼day by day…🎼………… pause ,pray, proceed. ……

THE FIRST THING TO MIND IS THE CLASSIC HYMN, DAY BY DAY AND WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT. IT SPEAKS OF THE STRAINS, TOILS, TRAUMAS AND JOYS OF LIFE. NOW I DOUBT THIS IS FAMILIAR TO HMTQ, HOWEVER, THE PHRASE PAUSE, PRAY REPEAT REMINDED ME OF AN EPISODE OF MUDER SHE WROTE WITH MY FAVOURITE ANGLEA LANSBURY WITH A CLUE STITCHED ON AN EMBROIDERED SAMPLER. THE CLUE THERE WAS REFLECT AND PAUSE, OF COURSE SHE FIGURE IT OUT, THE EMBROIDERY WAS TO BE SHOWN TO THE MIRROR, THEN ONE SHOULD PAUSE AS HIDDEN CLUES REVEALED THEMSELVES. SORRY FOR BEING SO ELABORATIVE, AS USUAL FOR ME THOUGH😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. THESE CLUES TOGETHER TAKE ME TO THE 19TH CENTURY. SAMPLERS WERE HUGE THEN. ANYHOW I THINK WHAT MM ANON IS SAYING IN HER CLUE AND I AM WRITING THE EQUIVALENT OF TOLSTOY IS HMTQ IS A WOMAN WHO HAS A PLETHORA OF LIFE EXPERIENCES, GOOD, BAD AND THE IN BETWEEN. THROUGH OUT ALL OF IT, SHE HAS RELIED ON HER FAITH AND THE GOD GIVEN INHERENT BRILLIANCE SHE HAS TO NAVIGATE THROUGH THEM ALL. SHE ALSO HAS MILLIONS PRAYING FOR HER.

optimistic optimism???

THIS IS ODD REPETITION OF TWO FORMS OF THE SAME WORD WITH THREE QUESTIONS MARKS. EVERYTHING MM ANON WRITES IS THERE FOR A REASON.

IS THIS TELLING US, THOSE WHO HAVE STOOD BY HARRY HAVE OPTIMISM THAT OUR STALWART FAITH AND OPTIMISTIC BELIEFS SHALL SOON BEAR FRUIT??? I MOST CERTAINLY PRAY SO🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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[ad1thi]

the second (love of his life)

the title is deliberately obtuse cuz why not?

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all credits for this idea goes to  @winteriron-trash ; i’m lucky she’s letting me play around with it

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based on this post: [x]

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It was in times like this, Bucky mused as he slashed his blade against yet another HYDRA head, that he really resented his father’s choice to make him the God of Fertility

Love was fine

Bucky loved Love

He loved resting his rifle against his shoulder, and carefully aiming his bullet at his chosen target, watching their lives move and shift in immense ways to accommodate the flutter in their heart

Granted, he wasn’t always successful (he didn’t care what Steve said, Helen of Troy was a clusterfuck of epic proportions) but he liked to think he had it down quite well

Plus he got it, being so swept up in his emotions that nothing and nobody else mattered (fucking Adonis and his blue eyes)

He was in love with God of War, Steve after all

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It happened, as most things do, with a love affair

Bucky was particularly bored one day (Steve was off making some war happen down on Earth) and he decided it would be fun to create some drama

He cocked his rifle, and scoured Earth until he found a particularly drab German officer who looked like he could do with a little colour in his life, aimed, and shot

He watched the ripples of his effect, immediately; how Joann Schmidt rallied troops around him and lead this brilliant rebellion right under Adolf’s nose, all in the name of wooing Adolf’s wife

Honestly, he was having such a swell time watching the whole thing unfold, plus it had made the war much more interesting (which meant Steve would be happy); that he missed all the indicators that Joann was a demi-god (one of Steve’s; because the Fates hated him) and he completely missed the ambush

Joann captured and sedated him before Bucky could even open his mouth, and chained him to the wall

Apparently Eva Braun was infertile, and Joann wanted his help to fix the situation

Bucky refused, as one does when they’re trying to avoid the wrath of their Mother (Winfred would kill him if she found out he’d been meddling with humans again after Troy) 

Which is how he found himself fighting a damned Hydra, pulled from the depths of Hel itself- with the sole purpose of wearing Bucky down so he would give in

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He’d been fighting the Hydra for 31 days and nights before he started to feel the fatigue of the fight wear him down. He was the God of Love and Fertility, not the God of fighting. While Steve had taught him a considerable amount of manoeuvres, he simply didn’t have the stamina for it

He fell to his knees, avoiding a particularly vicious snap from the Hydra, when his vision started swimming and he felt himself going under.

The last thing he saw before he collapsed, was the bright light of an explosion. 

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He wakes up to someone lightly slapping his face, and the wind against his skin

“Steve?” he garbles as he blinks to adjust himself to the light, and feels the figure next to him move back like they were burned

He pushes himself up on his elbows to see who it is if not Steve, and his eyes widen when he takes in the hesitant figure of -

“My lord,” he says, scrambling to get on his knees-

his husband. 

“Tony is fine,” he says, before moving slightly to grab gauzes, “For your wounds” he gestures for Bucky to lift his arm so he can wrap them

Bucky moves to make space for him, allowing him to wrap his right arm with the gauze, ‘I apologize my lor- Tony. I thought you were..” Bucky trails off; unsure if he should bring Steve up

“You thought I was your lover Steve,”Tony finishes, eyes trained on Bucky’s hand, “It’s alright I understand. But Steve is too busy facilitating the whims of his son Joann, and I wasn’t going to leave you to die”

“How did you -”

“Rhodey is a good friend of mine. He mentioned that a Hydra was missing from his collection, and Steve has been particularly upset that Joann has stopped his mission of carnage in his cure for his lover’s sterility”

Tony shrugs, squeezing Bucky’s hand lightly when he winces at the mention of Joann, “It wasn’t too hard to put it all together after that”

Tony moves to cup Bucky’s cheek, but freezes in the middle of the action, “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you”

--

It isn’t that Tony isn’t attractive, Bucky thinks as he watches his husband putter around this, vehicle that he’s made specially to transport Bucky away from Joann

Tony has always been the most attractive of them all, Bucky can securely admit to that.

Everyone has always held a torch for Tony, Steve and Bucky included

There have been many a time when Steve had seen Tony come out of his workshop, clothes half incinerated and hanging off him and it’s gotten him so worked up that he fucks Bucky almost angrily

It’s that Tony is small

After a particularly bad accident in the workshop, Tony’s growth was stunted and he’s considerably smaller than all of the other Gods, barely coming up-to Bucky’s shoulders

Bucky was young and rebellious and he resented being married to the deformed God

and Tony?

Tony had a reputation by then. Everybody held a torch for the guy, and everybody was indulged

Bucky looked into his honey-trap eyes on their wedding night, and decided that it was entirely too absurd for the God of Love to get his heart broken by the God of Metal, and it was unacceptable for him to be just another notch on Tony’s shoulder

So he pushed Tony off from where he was straddling Bucky’s hips and pressing insistent kisses against his neck and said under no uncertain terms that Bucky was Steve’s

and that was the end of it

--

They’re 2 days into their voyage back to Olympus when Bucky finally asks, “Why did you come for me?”

Tony looks up from where he was building some gizmo to help Bucky with his left arm while it was recovering from Hydra venom

“Would you rather I hadn’t come from you?” Bucky searches his eyes for a few seconds, but there’s only amusement and curiosity

“No I’m extremely grateful, I just don’t understand why”

“You are my husband,”Tony says simply before returning to the gizmo in his hand, like Bucky hadn’t pushed him away on their wedding night, like this wasn’t their first meaningful conversation in 1000 years of marriage, like Bucky hadn’t been screwing Steve on the side

“No thats not -” Bucky grabs Tony’s hands, making him look up sharply, “I appreciate it. Don’t get me wrong. But our marriage is a sham, it always has been. We’ve never even consummated it -”

“- we can change that now if you want -”

Bucky continues as if Tony hadn’t spoken, despite the heat that rushed through him from those words “- and yet you come and save me from one of Hel’s most feared creatures. Why?”

Tony tugs softly, and Bucky releases his hands sheepishly, “I told you, you are my husband. That doesn’t change because you are sleeping with Steve. I knew that before we got married. But you are my husband and I owe you a duty of care and protection, and so I will save you from all of Hel’s creatures if I must”

He takes in a breath, “But that really shouldn’t be necessary, because like I told you-Rhodey is a good friend of mine and his pets generally like me”

“I’ve been told on good authority that they find me too cute to hurt”

--

"Did he notice I was gone?” Bucky says apropos of nothing, and Tony stills from where he’s been feeding Bucky the grub of the day

Despite Tony’s best efforts, Bucky’s left arm isn’t salvageable, and short of having Clint himself here, there’s nothing to be done

(that isn’t to say that Tony didn’t try to contact Clint, aimlessly throwing bits at the sun like it would catch his attention, but they both knew it was in vain)

“He did,” Tony says hesitantly, “but he was just so caught up in his son that he probably lost track of mine”

“Did you know that it was his son that chained me up and fed me to the Hydra?”

“Yes, I did”

“And Steve,” Bucky pauses like he can’t process the words coming out of his mouth, “and Steve still feeds into his son’s fancies?”

“You understand what it’s like when one of our children do well,” Tony rushes to explain, and Bucky is at a loss for why his husband is supporting his lover, “he must’ve just gotten caught up”

“I’m sure that he meant nothing by it”

“Why are you defending him?” Bucky says angrily, pushing the bowl out of Tony’s hands when he shakes, “I have been cheating on you for 1000 years with him, why are you defending him?”

“You are my husband,” Tony says, cleaning up the mess without compliant, “and I owe you a duty of care and prot -”

“You keep saying that but it explains nothing!” Bucky cuts him off and he’s on his feet now, pacing like a caged animal

“Our marriage is a sham, it has always been a sham, so why do you suddenly care if I live or die?”

“You save me from the Hydra in the name of our marriage,” Bucky’s furious now; even if he isn’t sure why, “You, you defend Steve in the name of a marriage that doesn’t exist!!”

“These are the first days that we’ve spent together in 1000 years and I just, I don’t understand why you go on and on about a marriage that’s been broken since before it commenced!!”

Tony is, there’s no other word for it, he’s vibrating from where he’s bent down on his knees, and there’s a fire in his eyes that Bucky’s never seen before

“You would do well to remember husband,” he says it like it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, “that I was not the one to push you away on our wedding night. The only person who believes that this marriage is a sham is you”

“I will uphold the institution of the marriage as is my responsibility and duty as your husband, as I have for 1000 years. You may believe that this marriage isn’ worth a second of your time, as is your right- but do not presume to understand my feelings”

Bucky always forgets that Tony is the most influential God in Olympus, but its impossible to ignore when all that fierceness is directed at him

“Your choice in this marriage was always Steve; one that I have respected. It is only fair that you respect that my choice was you”

He stands up abruptly, and Bucky feels like he’s been punched in the gut, “we land in Hel in a day’s time- where we will stop and rest for 2 weeks. After those 2 weeks, it is up to you whether you wish to accompany me on the way back to Olympus”

and he walks away, leaving Bucky with the feeling that he’s lost something he never even knew he had

--

Fin

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tagging: @im-ironman, @lovingtony3000, @imposter-human and @tinystankdefencesquad who gave me inspiration to complete and post this 

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i do intend for there to be other parts to this, but i have no idea when they’ll go up

[harlockauxillia30k-blog]

Epilogue

Vale Halleck sat at her desk, and glanced out her wide window to see a city skyline of cranes, hover constructors, drones, and workers busying themselves. In the far distance, a dim glow reminded her that she was on the same hemisphere as the Imperial Palace.

She opened a side drawer and looked at a slug pistol she kept loaded, until sliding it shut again; she hoped it would not be necessary.

Before her, a tidy leather-bound book rested. She ran a finger over its spine, then glanced at a framed photograph of her and a military man.

The door to her office, framed by artificial plants, buzzed repeatedly.

“Enter” she said, gulping slightly.

Shadowed somewhat by the bright hall lighting which backlit the figures robe, a menacing presence stood. It clanked and hissed as pistons moved and machinery churned beneath its simple dull red robes, its only feature visible in the light the two dull orange lids of a biomechanical gasmasked face.

The figure stepped forward into the neutral light of Arch-Medicae Halleck’s office, and the door gently slid shut.

Halleck gestured, and with a holo display enabled blinds for her window, blocking out the evening lights of the rebuilding Imperial superstructure of Terra.

“Why have I been summoned.” The tech-magos intoned, clearly impatient despite her dispassionate mechanical voice.

“I’d like your assistance with a project I’m conducting, Magos Augustine.” Halleck began, carefully laying out her thoughts.

“This is beneath my talents. Other projects demand my attention.”

“I’m certain your lords in Malcador’s personal organization can wait.”

The magos immediately drew a pistol, and fired it without hesitation at Medicae Halleck- only for the shot to impact a wall.

Halleck considered the reaction from her office, watching the magos through a holo window.

“I’ll cut to the heart of things, Magos Augustine, or do you prefer Adept Klicke? I’m summoning you here to get your testimony regarding a captain you briefly worked alongside of during the Horus Heresy, Jan Harlock.”

The magos froze, her pistol grip shaking, ultimately a mechadendrite reaching out, retrieving the weapon, and holstering it as she dropped her arm.

“What?” The mechanical voice asked.

“I started information gathering when I recieved word my lover had died on Centauri Prime. General Storm, you likely wouldnt have known him well. He had taken an interest in your army captain during the great crusade, and we had a file prepared that would have released him from Imperial service. But..”

Halleck sighed, and tossed her arms up gently. “Horus happened. So much for that.”

The Magos listened, saying nothing.

“I was curious about what happened to him, especially after i learned he was there when Storm died. I’ve been doing some digging ever since. Until last week, two days after the second anniversary of his death on Hesperax, I got my hands on this.”

Halleck tapped the bound book on her desk.

“I recovered it from the army’s property claimage system- it seems Harlock didnt have any next of kin to pick up his belongings. Almost all of it was put up as army surplus, destroyed, or handed off to new troops, but they had nothing to do with his personal writings, which he kept seperate from his own mission logs.”

Making a tent with her fingers, Halleck looked at the Magos. “Lets finish this charade before we go on. The door to my office is to the left, its time you left my waiting room.”

The door opened, and the magos walked through it, remaining silent.

“Good, now were face to face.” Halleck said, watching the reactions of the tech priestess.

“How do you know who I am?” the adept asked. “Do you really think your the only one with connections? Where do you think people go after they get cut up by traitor marine remnants they were hunting on Terra, over a year after it was declared traitor-free? There are only so many ‘construction accident’ excuses one can make until they need a good doctor to come in and care for the entire situation.”

The magos folded her arms.

“Your compromising my cover for a dead man.”

Vale couldnt help but be surprised. “I knew you martians had metal hearts, but you’re impressively blunt. Is that a defense mechanism? Or did you fall into his arms by accident one night? These writings outline your relationship clearly.”

The magos recoiled slightly, her stance changing. “And just what gives you the write to read them? You weren’t there. What the hell do you know?!”

Halleck nodded. “I see. I’m in mourning too, you know. Its only been two years now, since the apocalypse. Thats what I like to call it. What other word suffices?”

The magos snapped: “I’m not in mourning- I’m-”

“Listen. I’ll answer your question. The reason I read these documents is because no one else will. I don’t know why Harlock wrote all he did. Maybe he felt good to have a release, or a tell-all. But as far as war memoirs go this is surprisingly frank and honest. Usually I read about super-men thwarted only by circumstance. This reading is hard, honest, and carefully considered.”

The magos paused for a time. It was clear she was looking at the book, considering her options.

“What will you do with it?”

Halleck ran her fingers over the book. “In my opinion this should be preserved in any museum of the crusades, and the ones that we’llmake for the Heresy as well. But- there are many accounts already. And I don’t think the colourful words here really fit that. Your old captain had a knack for making his diaries quite readable for a common man.”

The Magos walked up and gently picked up the book, flipping through entries.

“There is a lot here.”

Halleck slowly drew a lho stick and lit it, leaning on her desk with a sigh.

“Well, you aren’t wrong about that. Its not just his words too. Theres a copy of my notes and investigations as well. As much data on that regiment of his that I could. Records from remembrancers of the crusades, sketches of him, recordings of bawdy drinking songs, the works. I’ve had a bit of free time- and I think you and  I both know how dangerous that can be.”

Halleck exhalled a stream of smoke, gently sucked up by soundless environment fans above her.

“But, I’m a poor writer, and I dont want to hand this off to some hack fraud war propagandist to turn this into some Imperial Army adventure piece. I’ve considered it. I’d like you to edit and revise that mess of journals and notes into something readable- from the perspective of someone who was actually there. Who could make the hard calls on what is or is not cut. Excise yourself if you must meddle with them- I’ve considered that too. Or burn them, if you really don’t care about him, or your memories there.”

Halleck turned, her jaw taut.

“But you do, don’t you. You can’t just drop this into a furnace and forget about it all. I couldnt. Not after what I read.”

The magos remained silent, flipping through pages.

Halleck stared at her, then slumped back in her chair, staring at the blinded window and enjoying her lho stick.

“...Very well. This can be done.” The magos said, in her unnatural mechanical voice.

Halleck exhaled.

“Good. It’s all there, and on a data disk near the back as well. I can help get it to publishers when your done. I cant promise you it will be the widest release- given the saturation in the market of books just like that... but maybe he’ll live on as more than some anonymous grave in a centauri state graveyard.”

The magos nodded, folded the book into her robes, and made to leave.

“One more thing.” Halleck said, finishing her lho stick.

“August 3rd, two years ago. Port Vangelis. Why didn’t you show? Near as I could tell you were alive and able. And dont give me some line about the Inquisition.”

The magos stopped as she stood upon the threshold to the exit.

“Colonel Harlock died on Centauri Prime. The heresy took what little fragments that were left of that noble man and ground them into a fine paste, like so many others. Do you think I could have redeemed the war for him? Do you think that there was anything any of us could have done?  Behind the deeds, he was the most wounded human I have ever met. Do you want the truth? I didn’t go, because I was scared. Scared of becoming like him. Scared to see the face of 800 years of war. I’m not some galactic hero, Vale. Neither was he. He was just a man, a soldier, who earned his survival by paying the price no one dared: his soul.”

The magos turned, her hood glowing from the light emanating from the magos’ mask.

“Even machines have souls, Halleck. To peer into the absence of one, is to peer into chaos. You think Harlock survived the Horus Heresy? Wrong. He fought it every single day. Until at last, mercifully, he didn't have to any more.”

With that, the Magos crossed the thresh-hold, exited the room, and left.

//

CHAPTER 1: HARLOCK, THE AUXILIARY

...

[The End]

[jessiewre]

Day 47

Thurs 20th Feb

Phil up super early (a bit hungry maybe?) and was keen for breakfast. We had our usual and Phil suggested we walk round to the bay one up from ours. As the official tour guide of ‘Phil & Jess do Africa 2020’, I couldn’t really argue. We found a path on the end of the beach and followed the coastline edge to see where it took us.

It was a cute little path and within 5 minutes we spotted something in the distance that was a bit of a surprise.

Four camels were stood at the top of a hill, grazing on the plants and seemingly free to roam. Alrighty then...

We walked through a little bay and up the hill to get closer and being the ace ventura pet detective that I am I could instantly identifying them as one hump camels 🐪🐪🐪🐪😎.

After enjoying watching these absolute weirdos eating with their sideways mouths and standing on their extremely long legs, we continued trying to find the path to this unknown destination.

I found a route that looked doable and we found ourselves on a derelict concrete site with a big abandoned swimming pool that now resembled a pond. It was right on the edge of this new bay and would have been an amazing spot for a hotel or holiday home. I wondered what had happened to get it to this sorry state.

We found some steps to lead us down to the beach and thats when we noticed more derelict buildings on the land overlooking the beach. They ran all the way along the coast. There were so many empty concrete huts and buildings, it looked like the kind of place you’d make into a paintballing site,. We spoke to some locals who said it was a popular resort in the 60s-80s but there was a ‘money problem‘. It was a crazy amount of wasted space on a beautiful beach with lots of tourists around. Seemed mad to think it had gone from hero to zero in such a popular destination.

Anyway, the water was crystal clear and we could see the tide was out and we could walk to the mini islands and beaches a short distance away. Despite having a bag to carry (good exercise that though Phil) we walked out to sea and is was soooo niiiiiiiiiicce.

The water was cooler than in our bay which made it so much nicer and we reached a little beach next to a big rock island. I did my sea cow impression again and then let Phil have a try (he was surprisingly good at it). We left our stuff on a sand bank and tucked it towards the rock so it was nicely in the shade. And bloody lucky we did too, as the tide came up SUPER fast without us realise it. We casually went back to get our stuff and as we got closer we realised we were about 3 minutes away from it all getting soaked. What a save.

We went to head back and I figured we’d have to walk round the coast again (plus I was missing the camels obvs) but Phil wanted to trying and walk through the town. Hmm I was not convinced this would be the fastest, but Phil was adamant he wanted to try it. The street was dusty and empty and I had a lot of sand stuck to my feet (it may surprise you to know that I really hate sand on my feet unless I’m literally on the beach) and it did not look like a quick way home. But I saw a guy on a bike nip down a little alleyway and thought Hmmm so had a little check on Phil’s phone to see - and by jove it appeared to be that Phil was absolutely right and this would soon get us to the village quick sharp. WHAT A JOYOUS OCCASION THIS WAS TURNING OUT TO BE.

It really was one of the best shortcuts of recent times and I just want to formally take this opportunity to thank and praise Phil for making it happen. Girl loves a shortcut.

As soon as we got back sweaty from the walk, we didn’t stop and walked straight into the pool to cool off. But obviously the water is always boiling in the pool so we quickly got out to hide in the shade.

Hunger appeared rapid though so we went back to the restaurant street to visit our new favourite Swahili place. Big sign saying CLOSED. Oh god DEVESTATED. In a panic, we went to the nice pizza place - Makuti - but they forgot to put cheese on my pizza which was ANNOYING. How could this happen!? So I had to wait for another one. Phil’s marinara with onion and garlic was good though so I ate a load of that.

I went for a walk to buy myself a dress (NOT REALLY that was just a cover story, god I’m so clever, I walked off to see my mate and collect Phil’s shirt).

It was ready on the table when I got there. Very nicely made it was too. But they’d added some hard material to the collar to make it stiff...and it was really quite an orange yellow colour...the pocket material that I’d chosen had also been added round the collar as a detail and it looked a bit like a 90s Paul Smith summer shirt reject...god I’m really not sure he’s going to like this one but we shall see on the 24th 😂

Seeing as these tailor folks were on a roll, I decided to order a few headbands for him too as he’d mentioned he needed one for running. Another present in the bag oh yeah. I found a few scraps of material in the shop and couldn’t decide which one was the least rank, so ordered 3 different ones for $5.

On the way back, I saw some nice trousers (for me) but they must have been children’s sizes as I couldn’t get them over my arse. I did find a square bandana material for $1.50 and it was exactly what Phil was looking for as a neck cover so grabbed that as a little pre-bday gift. I gave it to Phil as soon as I got back and he was really pleased with it. As soon as I saw it on him though, I got a flashback and realised it might be a little bit...gay. I’m not saying that in a derogatory sense, just in a factual sense - I had a vague memory that this type of scarf was a sort of gay symbol. So we sent a video to Nick and Louis quick sharp and awaited the results.

Before dinner, we went to the beach for a drink and I took my iPad to try and do some art. Of course within minutes, some kids came over to look and suddenly we had 10 children surrounding us. I didn't fancy letting them have a go to be honest but Phil reminded me about the face warp photo booth app and so I put it on and faced the camera to the kids. Honest to god, these kids lost their shit. They were HOWLING with laughter. A local bloke came over (tipsy for sure) and they got him to look at the camera and when he saw his warped face, he was so shocked that the kids went wild with laughter. 😂😂😂 It was very very funny.

we walked back to town and crossed our fingers the Swahili place would be open. It wasn’t, so we just went back to Makuti and decided to give a pasta a go. After some entertainment of a stroppy old Italian man refused to move tables and stormed out of the restaurant, we had a pizza (WITH CHEESE) and spaghetti arrabiata with our signature blob of mayonnaise to accompany each dish. We successfully managed to avoid eye contact with any Italians in close proximity while consuming said mayo with their beloved cuisine. Look, its better with mayonnaise I swear. While sat there, a troop of 3 men appeared in the street and did some mental circus tricks and acrobatics. It was incredible, at one point a man was upside down with his head balanced on another mans head and NO HANDS. Evie & Meg would have looooooved it.

Walked home past the little beauty salon at the end of our street and noticed on the sign they offered a service called a MANCURE. Wondered what this treatment entailed and how much they charged for it, as I knew quite a few people who might benefit.