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bump1nthen1ght · 4 years ago

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I’m Still Hurting (F!Reader/M!Orc)

Pairings: Fem!Reader/Male!Orc

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Angst

Warnings: (Almost) Infidelity

Word Count: 3376 words

Summary: Your boyfriend does something he’d never thought he’d do, and you’re left to try and pick up the pieces.

Request: can I make a request? About an angst story between an m!orc and f!human. I like the idea of like maybe the orc sorta misses being with other orc women or like she can't fulfill his needs and she hears this. I like the idea of almost infidelity

A/N: Surprise bitches! I’m alive! And back with some delicious angst for y’all!! I really loved doing this request, as I don’t often write full on angst. I am also working on a fluffy request at the moment, if some of you would like some nice comfort after this haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

Honey ❤️: Babe

Honey ❤️: Babe please answer the phone I need to talk to you

Honey ❤️: I know you’re angry, you should be angry, but please talk to me

Honey ❤️: Baby please

“____? Is that my phone?” Brynn yells from the kitchen, already mixing another cocktail for you to down. Her bright red horns peek over the living room divider, bouncing back as she grabs the alcohol from the fridge. Still looking at your bright screen, you don’t even have the energy to respond.

“____?” You throw your phone away as she peaks her head over, giving her a shameful look. Brynn furrows her brow, pulling away from the kitchen island and putting one hand on her hip. “Was that him?” With your eyes darting back and forth from the pillow you shoved your phone under and Brynn’s face, you nod.

“Y-yeah, it was him.”

Brynn sighs, fiddling with her hands.

“Listen, I don’t want to tell you what to do, especially not tonight, but I just think-”

“No, no, it’s alright. You’re right, you’re right.” A jolt hits you as your phone vibrates, the vibrations rumbling through the fabric and stabbing right into your stomach. You force yourself to look away, fiddling with your fingers. Brynn shoots you a pitiful look, you’re sure of it, even as your efuse to meet her gaze. “I shouldn’t talk to him tonight. Not right now, not when I’m like….this.” A slow, tired breath escapes you. “I’ll make him wait, just like he did.”

The coach cushion bends as Brynn sits next to you, rubbing your shoulder as she leans in for a side each. You accept it, your body like a deadweight as you let yourself go slack in her arms.

“Do you want anything? Chocolate, maybe a movie? I’ve got some leftover cheesecake?”

“A movie sounds nice.” You murmur, nodding against her chest. Brynn hums, her tail coming up and massaging your lower back as she kisses you on the forward.

“Of course, your choice. Do you want me to get your drink?”

You nod once more, letting Brynn untangle herself from the hug and laying back on the couch, grabbing the comfiest blanket and the remote. You quickly flick through you and Brynn’s ‘most watched’ section on Netflix. You need something new tonight, something to get your mind off.

All your regular comfort movies are romances, after all.

By the time Brynn comes back, a rum and coke and a carton of ice cream in hand, you’re already snuggled into a blanket burrito. She hands you a spoon and the glass, which you wordlessly accept. She sits down and throws a hand over your shoulder, trying her best to massage the left over tension in your neck. You sink into the feeling, pressing on your movie of choice.

“Mad Max: Fury Road, huh? I’ve heard this movie’s great.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, “It is.”

And chocked full of shitty men getting what they deserve.

As the opening title plays, the deep voice of Tom Hardy kicking the movie off, you snuggle into Brynn’s side. Your phone buzzes again, but it’s drowned out by screaming men and loud engines. Just how you like it.

Honey ❤️: Could you call me in the morning?

Honey ❤️: I’ll leave you alone for the night, I’m sorry

Honey ❤️: I love you

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Waruck sighs, his fingers shaking as another small ‘message delivered’ shows up on his screen. No response, just like the last 15 texts. He finds himself typing out another anyway.

I love you so fucking much

It reads, but is quickly deleted. Waruck clicks off his phone, but it stays in his hand, taunting him. The black mirror shows a sad, pathetic boyfriend, getting the silent treatment.

He falls back onto his bed, exhausted from a day of doing nothing. Nothing but worrying and feeling guilty, with the occasional flicking through TV channels and texting his girlfriend.

It’s getting late, his bedside clock cutting through the dark of his room to remind him he’s been up for almost 16 hours now. Waruck slides a hand through his hair and gets up. He’s going to have to camp out in front of the TV, because he knows he won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Not after what he did.

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He had gone out with friends. Friends from highschool who he still occasionally chatted with, friends he didn’t even really like anymore. But the past two weeks had him feeling oddly...nostalgic, like something was out of place. So when his buddy Simon had invited him to the bar, he had eagerly accepted.

He remembers grabbing his coat, you sending him a text to have fun, and him not replying. He didn’t know why he didn’t respond, he still doesn’t. The two of you had been going strong for almost 8 months now, with only the occasional hiccup that most couples have. So why didn’t he respond? What made him casually throw your sweet remark to the side like that?

Waruck shakes his head, trying to focus on the movie in front of him. Now isn’t the time to get existential over tiny shit like that, not with how the rest of the night went.

When he met up with the group, Waruck immediately knew that tonight was going to be different. His current group of friends are quite different, less rowdy, than his old posse. At only 10 PM, three of the guys we’re already halfway drunk, saving a spot in line from him outside the noisy bar. The electronic music that thrummed through the concrete and out onto the street reminded him of how much time has passed, how different his usual party-scene is now, and he revels in that feeling of former good-times.

Simon greets him with a hug, the guys shouting his name as he joins them. From the corner of his eye, he sees a gaggle of girls giggling.

And that's where it started.

An orc woman, dressed in a beautiful black dress, winks as she passes him at the bar. Simon nudges his side as Waruck takes a drink.

“Dude, that chick is totally sending you the look”

Waruck furrows his brow, stirring his drink.

“What’s ‘the look’?” He says, taking another sip of his scotch.

Simon rolls his eyes. “The ‘come hit on me’ look dude! That’s the sign you need to go for it!”

“I have a girlfriend, Simon.”

Simon scoffs, throwing his hand out dramatically. “What, that human chick?”

Waruck has half of mind to set down his drink and ask Simon what he means with that sarcastic tone of voice. It pisses him off, but he says nothing, just rolls his eyes.

“No offense, bro, she looks cute and all. But is she really worth missing out on some great ass?”

Waruck grimaces and shoots Simon a dirty look. “Jesus, Simon, are you serious?”

“I’m serious! When was the last time you had fun, y’know? Everyone knows an orc chick can throw down, wild-style.” Simon nudges him in his side, playfully, but it only serves to make Waruck more annoyed. “C’mon, you seriously don’t miss it?”

Waruck should tell him a firm ‘No’, finish his drink, and leave. He should call a cab and go home, call you and rant about his gross misogynistic friend from high school.

But he doesn’t.

The part of him, the part of him that feels slightly off, wonders if this is it. It had been a long time since he had been with another orc. You were a great girlfriend, but so different from in so many ways. Is that it?

Maybe relieving the old days will satisfy whatever longing he has, and then it will leave forever. Would that be so bad, to let loose for one night?

Waruck feels a tap on his shoulder, and turns to see the orc girl from earlier; The one who sent him ‘the look’.

“Hey handsome, can I buy you a drink?”

Between the boosted bass of the music and the orc woman pressing up against him, Waruck doesn’t notice Simon slip away, giving him a pat on the back.

Leave, say no, tell her she’s got the wrong guy, you fucking idiot. His consciousness yells.

“U-uh, sure.” He stutters.

She introduces herself as Naz and says she noticed him the minute he walked in.

“Hard not to notice the best-dressed guy in the room.” She flirts, pressing herself closer and up against him.

He has a thousand little moments like that, to say something; To pull back and apologize, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he slips into a corner booth with her, purposely ignoring the texts you send to check up on him. You had remembered that he wasn’t sure how much fun this night would be, and routinely checked in if he needed a convenient excuse to leave early. You’re sweet like that.

Naz is sweet too. She's a great conversationalist, with a good head on her shoulders and an interesting career in zoology. Waruck could see the two of you being good friends.

Is that why she seems so alluring? Because she’s so similar to you? Waruck’s mind does mental gymnastics to try and justify his hesitance, his compliance in believing that maybe she has something different after all, even though he knows that isn’t true.

The two of them talk for a solid hour and a half, Naz slowly inching herself closer and putting a hand on his knee. His body screams in resistance, his stomach tying up into knots, but he doesn’t push her away.

“So, I’ve got a room not too far from here. What do you say we go make ourselves a bit more comfortable?”

This is his final chance to find an excuse and say goodnight. To run back home and forget this ever happened. But the words are caught in his throat and he’s further silenced by the nearby whooping of his asshole friends.

“Yeah, Waruck! Get some!”

Naz chuckles and mistakenly reads his seething anger at himself with embarrassment for his friends. She leans in, grabbing his jaw, and whispers.

“Let's give them a show, huh?” Then, she kisses him.

The noises of the bar, his friends, and Naz all drown away as her lips mold into his. Waruck’s body goes rigid, terrified as time seems to freeze as he kisses someone who is not his girlfriend.

But all of that stops when your ringtone begins to blast in his pocket. It should be near silent when compared to the pounding bar music, but that familiar jingle seems to cut deep into his skin and skewer his heart. Waruck pulls away with a quick jerk, Naz almost falling over as he pushes himself into his seat and away from her body-heat. Every nerve is a light with tension as he quickly pulls out his phone.

There on the screen is a picture of you, your contact name, “Sweetie❤️”, shining through the dimmed light of that bar. Waruck breathes heavily, feeling like he’s just run an emotional marathon, stuck in his own head until Naz slides away from him.

“Wait, hold on, do you have a girlfriend?”

Waruck looks at her, then looks at his still-ringing phone, then back to Naz. He nods.

Naz's face curls up into obvious disgust, quickly directing her body to be as far away from him as possible. “Fucking hell, dude. What the fuck?” She grabs her handbag and stomps out of the booth, not before throwing her drink in his face and telling him to go to hell.

He almost watches her move across the bar, most likely to go complain to her friends about the asshole she just wasted the last 2 hours chatting up, but all he can focus on is your picture on his phone.

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Waruck practically runs out of the bar, his whole body covered in sweat and his mind racing a mile a minute.

What the hell was wrong with him?

He felt like a 15 year old, goaded into another shitty prank just because he wanted to look cool in front of his friends, buying into their weird bullshit about humans. Was he seriously going to throw away your wonderful relationship over one night, over one urge?

Naz had been strikingly beautiful, in all the ways he was taught an orc like himself should look for. She could probably get any guy in that club tonight, but she wasn’t you. You’re different, but in so many cool, inconsequential, uniquely-you ways.

Waruck doesn’t know how long he walks before he sits down outside a cafe, trying to collect his racing emotions. He feels gross, sticky with the kind of sweat you only get after too much alcohol and too many people. The screen of his phone seems to reflect every smudge and finger-print as he swipes it to unlock it, finally getting the courage to read your text messages.

They start off normal, spread out over several hours. The occasional “How are the guys?” and “Hope you are having fun! Just let me know when you get home safe.” before dropping off into nothing. Right up until 20 minutes ago, where you send a short and curt text that has his heart dropping to his stomach.

Sweetie❤️: Can you call me right now?

Sweetie❤️: Waruck, I need to talk to you

Sweetie❤️: Are you still at the bar?

After that is a notification of your missed call from earlier and Waruck can’t help but feel guilt stir in his gut.

It could be nothing, something unrelated to what he almost did tonight. But the notification he gets from his Instagram says otherwise. It says a mutual of his tagged him in a photo 30 minutes ago.

Waruck feels like vomiting when he opens up Simon’s story and sees a shaky picture of Naz, draped over him in the corner booth, with him looking all too happy to have her there. The caption reads

“At least someone’s getting lucky tonight 🤣🤣 #BoysNight20XX”

But what comes next is even worse; An even blurrier photo of Naz kissing him, both of their eyes closed as she almost sits in his lap.

Waruck can’t even look at the caption, quickly exiting out of the app and calling you.

He needs to explain himself.

But what will he say?

The phone rings, rings, rings….

Waruck waits with bated breath, thinking you’re going to let it go to voicemail, but you answer. There is no cheerful “Hi Babe” or even a tired and drawn-out “Hey.” Instead all Waruck hears is a shaky sigh, waiting for an explanation.

The words stay caught in Warucks throat, trying to find a way to maneuver and swing around to a solid excuse, a lie he hopes you won’t catch.

But he can’t, he can’t. Not to you.

So you make it easy for him, like you always do, and start the conversation off instead.

“Were you flirting with that girl?”

Waruck’s mind doesn’t give him a choice, the truth already spilling out like a tidal wave.

“Yes.”

Waruck hears you suck in a breath, before you shakily ask once more,

“Did you kiss her? Did you kiss her back?”

“Yes.”

There's 15 seconds of brutal silence as Waruck sits with his confession. In the moment, Waruck feels like he can hear your pounding heartbeat through the receiver.

You hang up.

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You hate the weather outside for two reasons.

One: You had far too much rum last night to enjoy any amount of sunlight. And,

Two: On a terrible morning like this one, it feels unfair that there aren't any dramatic thunder storms.

The bell rings on the cafe door as you walk in, causing you to wince as you pull down your sunglasses.

Thank god for the low lighting of these cafes.

You rub your brow, eyes scanning the menu above the bar. Some caffeine should do you good, at least with your headache.

But when you spot him, tucked away at a table, tapping his foot, all that aching pain seems to fall to your subconscious. Before you can meet eyes, you look away, forcing yourself to re-read the menu and blink away your tears.

You face the inevitable when you put in your order, turning to walk towards Waruck. He’s locked his gaze into the wood grain of the table, his large body hunched up and small, like he wants to sink into the shadows. He looks like shit, with large bags under his eyes and a nervous tension in his face.

He startles when you pull out a chair, sitting down across from him, but quickly curls back into his ball of shame. He looks so guilty, a small part of you wants to comfort him and tell him it’ll be alright.

You punch away that part of you with a baseball bat.

“Why did you flirt with her?”

Waruck says nothing. He looks at you with his tired eyes, big and racked with guilt.

I don’t know. They whisper.

Your fingers dig into your jeans, anger boiling up and through your nerves.

That’s not a good enough answer.

“Were you,” You suck in a breath, trying to control your volume, “Were you going to sleep with her? If I hadn’t called you, would you have-”

“No!” Waruck nearly shouts, shaking the table as his knees bang against the bottom, but he recoils once he sees the way you flinch. “No, I wasn’t going to.”

Those pesky tears press against your eyelids once more. You can feel your nails digging indents into your thighs.

“I don’t know if I can believe that.” You whisper, failing to catch the crack in your voice.

Waruck’s brow furrows as he nervously chews his bottom lip. He tries to meet your gaze, but you seem to look right through him.

“I know.” Waruck sighs, bringing his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

There's a tenuous silence; Waruck tries to find the words to fix things while you focus on the details of the cafe walls, examining every nook and cranny as you try not to sob.

“I-I understand if you don’t trust me. I understand if you hate me, or you want to break up. But please, please know that I love you, and that I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I’ve been kicking myself over flirting with that girl because I love you so fucking much. I-”

You hold up your hand, stopping Waruck in his tracks. He realizes how loud he’s been talking and that people are beginning to stare. He huddles back into his corner, tucking his hands into his lap. You let out a long breath. Waruck takes the risk and looks up.

When his eyes finally meet yours, he realizes just how sad you look. A treacherous tear has begun falling down your cheek, sending a lightning bolt of remorse into Waruck’s chest.

You take in another deep breath, wiping away the tear with the back of your hand. You look at Waruck, exhausted.

“I don’t,” You falter, but catch yourself, “I don’t want to break up with you. I just don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you yet.”

Waruck nods, fiddling with his fingers.

“Of course, I get it-”

“I’m not done.” Waruck quickly shuts his mouth. “You hurt me, Waruck. Hurt me in a way I don’t think I’ll ever forget. So I need time. Time before I can even see you again without thinking,” You hiccup, but this time you let the wave of emotion hit you, full force. “Without thinking about that night.”

A lady calls out your order, but neither of you makes a move. You sit in each other's presence, trying to wrap yourselves around the mess of emotions, trying to read the others mind without seeming too obvious.

You both sit here, in the presence of something that's been broken, damaged in a way that’s cut the heart of your chest and slams them on the table. There’s a crack that runs down between you two, inching open more and more with each breath.

But somehow, somehow, you both think you have a chance of fixing it.

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #female reader #monster romance #orc x reader #angst #orc

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jamesvanriemsdyk · 4 years ago

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avalanche and islanders

why would u do this to me

avalanche: im sure theyre great dudes. i love and would die for naz and graves especially. like im sure theyre a cool team and good dudes and stuff but i just cant. the whole social media thing ruins the entire team for me. i just cannot do it

islanders: i still have the tag blocked

#sorry jayc love u #just. dont like them lol #anon #answered #do more of these pls i have such fun opinions

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spine-buster · 6 years ago

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Alone, Together | Chapter 28 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: I couldn’t bear to re-live too much of the playoffs so...yeah. This is the last chapter to deal with them. We are now moving on to the summer! Fun and interesting shenanigans ahead!

Lmao wow. So official with ur jacket in the wag group pic. Bet u begged the other wags for a jacket and to be in the pic.

You look really cute in your jacket! I think you’d look better if you were maybe Steph or Madison’s size though! Other than that, super cute!

OMG you are honestly the most desperate person in the city of Toronto

pls pls pls how can I become a wag

can u give Auston my number 416 555 0123

So…how’s Scotiabank treating you?

For the love of God, sign up for a yoga class girl. Pilates. Start jogging. Something. Nothing about your body is flattering. You can’t tell me Morgan likes all that flab. You were always a calf but you’ve been a cow since Christmas.

You want to make it seem like you’re ‘part of the group’ of WAGs but we can all tell you’re not. They include you to be nice but in reality, they probably don’t even speak to you outside of the arena. To think you are isolating Morgan from his friends and teammates – and for what? So you can have a WAG jacket one year? So you can flaunt in front of everyone? Morgan would be so much better off with someone who doesn’t leech off of him and who doesn’t reek of desperation.

***

Bee didn’t know how she survived all the way up to game six. It was a back and forth between the Leafs and the Bruins and she didn’t know how she was going to handle this game, with the Leafs being able to eliminate the Bruins if they won. The Leafs won game three, even though at 6:15pm that same Monday, it came down that Naz had been suspended for the rest of the series – however long that was. The boys were angry, but they tried not to let it show. That Wednesday, they lost 6-4. Morgan got two assists that night but they still couldn’t capitalize. In Boston for game five, the Leafs won 2-1, with Morgan getting another assist on Kappy’s goal. Now, with game six about to start, she was jittery. She even felt hot in the jacket but couldn’t bear to take it off.

She was praying for an Easter miracle.

Once everyone settled back into their seats after the singing of the anthems by Martina, her leg couldn’t stop bobbing up and down. It was Aryne who had to lay her hand on Bee’s thigh to get her to stop. “Are you nervous or something?” she asked sarcastically.

“How have you done this for almost ten years?” Bee asked. “I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“You’re going to be okay. You get used to it,” Aryne said. “Besides, this is actually only the fourth time John’s made the playoffs.”

“What? Really?”

Aryne nodded her head. “When we went to Sochi it was much more nerve-wracking. But that’s besides the point. You need to calm down.”

“So if they win this, they face the Columbus Blue Jackets, because the Blue Jackets swept the Tampa Bay Lightning,” Bee listed off, remembering the look of the bracket in her head.

“Exactly.”

“Could we beat the Blue Jackets? Like in a series?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Bee’s chest tightened. “So…like…we could really do this.”

Aryne nodded her head. “Really really. But we can’t think about that right now. We need to focus on beating the Bruins.”

Morgan opened the scoring. It happened about ten minutes into the first period, a one timer from the blue line thanks to Willy keeping it in the Bruins zone, and Bee erupted from her seat with the crowd to scream and cheer for him, even high-fiving a man and his son who were seated in front of her. She looked up at the jumbrotron to see him fist-bumping with the bench before they replayed the goal. Her heart fluttered in her chest knowing that he had opened the scoring in such a big game, motivating the rest of the team.

That didn’t last long though. Brad Marchand scored less than two minutes later, and another goal by Krug ended the first period. DeBrusk, still playing even though there were rumours that he had a concussion, scored in the second period. Auston scored in the third period and tried to rally the team to tie it. Late in the game, Morgan and Jake DeBrusk got into a little…scuffle on the ice, and DeBrusk pushed Morgan’s helmet off. There was an exchange of words, a little pushing and shoving, and Bee couldn’t bear it.

“PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, surprising even herself at the ferocity and volume of her demand. She stood up in her seat to watch the aftermath and the replays on the jumbotron. Surely an opponent pulling off the helmet of another player would result in a penalty? “WHAT FUCKING BULLSHIT!” she screamed at the top of her lungs again.

“Bee, there are children present,” Aryne grabbed her hand.

“FUCK YOU DEBRUSK!” she shouted one more time before sitting down, huffing and puffing in anger as they showed a replay yet again. “I guess game two let us all know the Bruins can do whatever the fuck they want and get away with it!” she said loudly, but not as loud as before. She looked at Aryne. “Can you believe this?!”

“Yes Bee, it’s game six of the playoffs,” she giggled slightly. “This is the most I’ve seen you get riled up about hockey ever. I think Mo needs to start getting more physical more often,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

Bee snorted. If only Aryne knew. “I just…nobody’s allowed to touch him. Nobody. I’ll deal with them myself if I have to.”

Unfortunately, the Leafs couldn’t capitalize and Brad Marchand scored again. The final was 4-2. They’d be going back to Boston.

Another game 7.

Bee could see the looks on everyone’s faces as the buzzer rang to signal the end of the game. The girls who had been through this before – Alannah, Lucy, Madison, and others – were not smiling. At all. There was a look of worry mixed with dread on their faces. As fans filed out of the arena, the girls all sat in their places, staring at each other. Nobody got up – Bee didn’t think anyone had the strength to. There was always a lot of media after the games, anyway, so there was no point in leaving when the fans did.

Aryne, forever the optimist, saw the look on Bee’s face. “They can do this, Bee. I know they can,” she said. “We need to stay positive.”

“I know they can. The question is if they will,” Bee mused. “What if they get those awful referees from game two again?”

“They won’t. The NHL will never let them officiate another game again, they were so bad. We need to stay positive. They have all the tools they need. They can beat the Bruins.”

Bee wished she could be as positive.

***

Morgan wasn’t a man of many words when he came out of the locker room. He gave Bee a kiss and said goodbye to everyone before they descended down to the parking garage. Rocco and Clarette had invited them over for an Easter dinner, and that’s where they were supposed to be headed. But Bee could see the dejected look on Morgan’s face and the bags under his eyes. She knew he would probably rather just go home. She knew he was tired, aching, that he now had a flight to catch tomorrow to go into enemy territory.

As they got into the car, she looked over at him and put her hand over his. “I can call Clarette and tell her you’re tired if you want to go home,” Bee said softly. “They’ve been watching. They’ll understand.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Morgan, come on,” she said. “If you want to just go home we can go home. Or I can take the subway up myself and you can go and rest.”

“No no no,” he said, flipping over his hand to hold hers and bring it to his lips to kiss. “We promised them we’d be there for Easter dinner. Clarette’s probably made four different courses. We’re going. I’m okay.”

“Morgan.”

“Briony, I want to take my mind off of hockey right now,” he said, his voice sombre, firm, and resolved. “I want to be around family.”

She couldn’t protest. Not when she heard the tone of his voice, not as he cradled her hand in his against his chest, not as he looked at her with his blue eyes. She couldn’t do it. “Promise me you’ll tell me you want to go the second you want to? Don’t feel obligated to stay longer.”

“I will Bumblebee. I promise,” he said, kissing her hand one last time before pulling out of the parking spot.

When they arrived, it was Rocco who opened the door to greet them. “Mr. Goal Scorer tonight!” he beamed as he hugged Morgan. “Great goal tonight!”

“Thank you,” Morgan smiled.

“And you!” Rocco turned his attention to Bee. “That jacket looks great!” She spun around so he could see the giant Maple Leafs logo on the back and he oohed and awed at it. “Can I buy one too?”

Bee giggled as she showed him the ‘Rielly’ patch on her arm. “You have to start dating Morgan to get one.”

“He’s handsome. That could happen.”

They broke out into a fit of laughter as Sarah Jessica Barker came running towards them, bringing with her Angie, Mason, and Joshua. Morgan bent down to pet her and coo at her while Angie, Mason, and Josh looked on with amused expressions on their faces. “Sorry about the game,” Angie said as Sarah Jessica Barker had enough of Morgan and moved on to Bee.

“What are we having for dinner?” Morgan asked. His way of letting her know he didn’t want to talk about it. Angie got the hint. So did everyone else.

“We’re Italian. We have lamb on Easter,” Rocco informed him.

“We’re also French-Canadian,” Clarette piped up from the kitchen. Morgan couldn’t help but laugh. “We are also French-Canadian and have butter tarts to offset the Italian lamb.”

“That’s what I like to hear, Clarette! Dessert!” Morgan called out to her as she appeared from the kitchen. “I’m sorry we had to push this back so late because of me.”

“Late? What late? It’s barely 7. Italians have dinner at 9pm,” she said, side-eyeing her husband. “But everything is ready, so everyone should go sit at the table.”

***

pls tell ur boyfriend the next game is kind of important and if he could step it up that would be nice

lemme guess…ur going to boston on mo’s dime for game 7? U have a job yet u never work. So lazy.

No matter how hard you try you will never be as pretty as Steph or Cassie. Don’t know why you think you are. Don’t bother.

You know all the other girls are talking about you behind your back, right? Word on the street is you’re the most desperate social climber ever, and when the playoffs are over, you’ll be gone too. On to the next hockey player, slut.

***

Bee didn’t have anymore nail polish on. She had peeled off her shellac from sheer anxiety. Going into the second period, the Bruins were up 2-0, and then John had scored thanks to an assist from Tyler. Going into the third, it was 2-1. The boys could do this. They could do this. They could do this.

Bee decided against getting together with any of the girls. She was too nervous and she didn’t want any of them to see just how worried, panicky, and jumpy she was. She was alone in the apartment and, honestly, right now, she preferred it that way. She could yell at the TV without anyone looking at her. She could yell stupid stuff, stuff that probably didn’t even make sense, and nobody would say anything. She could cry in peace if she wanted to. She also knew that, regardless of the outcome, the boys would be on a flight after the game, coming home in the middle of the night. She wanted to be home for Morgan. Regardless of the outcome.

When the third period started Bee was optimistic. But less than three minutes in, Sean Kuraly scored. 3-1. The boys could still do this. They could come back.

Then Charlie Coyle scored near the end. 4-1. Bee’s chest tightened. That was what the score was during that awful game seven in 2013 before the Bruins came back. Maybe the boys could do the same, with much, much less time.

Patrice Bergeron. An empty-netter. 5-1. The Bruins fans went wild. A waterfall of tears streamed down Bee’s cheeks.

The Toronto Maple Leafs had been eliminated from the playoffs.

Despite her sadness and despite her pain, she kept the TV on. The stupid panellists with their stupid opinions provided background noise for her tears, but she didn’t listen to anything they had to say. Why would she when they were trashing Fred, saying he was incapable of being a “game seven goalie”, whatever the fuck that meant, when just two weeks earlier they were calling him the best goaltender in the world? Why would she when all they did was go over every single little thing the Leafs did wrong? Why would she listen to them completely tear apart and break down a team they all relied on for their hefty paycheques? She wasn’t stupid – she knew how sports media worked. She knew the Leafs provided rating and that their ratings were through the roof because of this – they’d probably be getting some nice bonus cheques. They were all feckless – all of them. They changed their opinions on the fly, whenever it suited them, whenever it got them more ratings and more viewers who ended up adopting their shit opinions. ‘Experts my ass’ Bee thought. Especially that Nik Kypreos guy. What an idiot.

And then Morgan appeared on the screen.

She wanted to scream. Were they actually interviewing him right now? Really?! Not even two minutes after the end of the game and they had paraded him out of the locker room into some hallway to answer asinine questions about another heartbreaking game seven? ‘LET THEM GRIEVE!’ she wanted to shout. ‘LET THEM FUCKING GRIEVE!’ But no. Apparently that was impossible. They wanted every sound bite they could get just so they could talk about it for fifteen minutes afterwards. Because they Leafs were money. That’s all they were to these people – sound bites and ratings and money. They weren’t just hockey players dejected after a loss; they weren’t men who put everything they had into the game, into the entire series, into the entire season; worse yet, they weren’t human beings with complex emotions who didn’t want microphones and cameras shoved in their faces as they dealt with the insurmountable fact that they had let an entire city down. Money.

She looked at him and how dejected he looked, how heavy his breathing was underneath all his gear. She wanted to shatter every plate in their kitchen against a wall in anger. When he was finally released and went back to the locker room, she shed more tears. God knows how many reporters would be waiting for them in there, too.

She just wanted him home. God, all she wanted was for him to come home.

***

When Bee heard the door unlock at almost 2am, she jumped off the couch but stood stoic in her place. She watched as Morgan pushed open the door, lugging himself into his apartment, letting the door close behind him. The first thing he looked for was her. She was all he wanted to see.

“Baby…” she mumbled, running over to him. “Baby, baby, come here.”

She grabbed on and attached herself to him like he was going to float away. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, burying his face into her neck. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him tightly. Almost absent-mindedly, he walked them over to their bedroom before collapsing on the bed. He didn’t let go. She felt tears on her neck as they lay there, wrapped into each other, and she began running her fingers through his hair and playing with the tufts of hair at the base of his neck, knowing it was soothing for him. It was all she could do; all she knew she could do. There wasn’t anything she could say that would make him feel better. There were no words for this. No words besides “I love you,” which she whispered to him over and over again, for however long she needed to.

***

“We couldn’t do it.”

That’s what Morgan kept repeating.

“We couldn’t do it.”

Bee couldn’t rewrite history. “You couldn’t do it now. But you can and you will. One day.” It was all she could offer.

“We couldn’t do it.”

***

Bee had pre-emptively taken the day off. She didn’t need to worry about work and, quite frankly, didn’t exactly want to right now. She got a text from Mark early that morning. Tell Morgan we were rooting for him all the way. We’re proud of him. He’s one of the only guys who showed up to play the game the entire series.

Bee read the text out to him. He said nothing.

***

Bee only left the bed to make him breakfast – some Greek yogurt with an organic granola mix and some fresh raspberries and sliced bananas. When she brought it to him, still in bed, she saw he was in and out of sleep. She could only imagine he was trying to survive on his last legs of energy by this point. She placed the bowl on the side table before helping him out of his clothes so he could at least be comfortable in his sleep. He moved around absent-mindedly to help her, but she knew he wasn’t there. He probably thought he was hallucinating. When she was finished, she cupped his face in the palm of her hand gently. She’d put the granola mix in the fridge to eat later.

“Y’know what?” he mumbled out suddenly, barely audible or understandable through his fatigue, his eyes cracking open only slightly to look at her.

“What?”

“I wanna take care’f you.”

Bee didn’t understand what he meant. She thought for sure he was dreaming already and in some form of sleep paralysis or lucid dreaming. “What are you talking about?”

“I wanna give you s��much you c’n quit your job n’do s’mthin’ you really love. Cause I love you.”

Bee was completely still as the words escaped his mouth. Before she could come back to, or say anything, she heard his soft snores.

***

It was a few days until Morgan returned to his normal self. Well, semi-normal.

The locker clear out was scheduled for Saturday, April 27th, and because they were leeches who didn’t know when to stop sucking the life out of something, the media was expected there. Mike Babcock would hold a press conference. The summer rumour mill began of who was staying and who was not; who was going to earn these many millions here and who was going to earn those many millions somewhere else. Morgan spoke to the media, as he always did. Off-camera they asked about what he would get up to the entire summer over in Vancouver, since naturally he’d go home. ‘Lots of golfing, probably,’ he’d answered. ‘Dad’s birthday at the beginning of June. Long walks with Maggie where she gets to swim – she loved swimming. She’s queen of the ocean, too. Lots of poolside days. Good wine on the deck. Back to Toronto for the Pride Parade. Fishing trips too, as always. But mostly just stick around home.’

Of course Morgan would go home. He deserved more than anybody to go home to his family, to take in the fresh air of the B.C. coast and rejuvenate himself. He deserved to relax; to kick his feet up and sleep with Maggie in his lap; to take the boat out to Gibsons for oysters or to chase pods of whales again. He deserved to go fishing. Go golfing. Do anything he wanted to do. Isolate himself from the outside world, from hockey. Live through summer on his rules, how he wanted to.

She just wondered how their life in Toronto factored into that.

It was a long flight, from Toronto to Vancouver, and Morgan was meant to relax. She didn’t want him to feel obligated to do anything he didn’t want to do. They had events that they needed to attend together, sure – like Zach’s wedding at the end of June – but she wondered how all that would factor into him taking time for himself. She knew they would work it out, like they always did, but it was four months of summer that needed to be accounted for and planned. There was only so much time she could take off at work – they both knew that. So she’d have to stay in Toronto. She wondered if his schedule would be like how she assumed last summer’s was, when she met him. A bit of time here, a bit of time there, a bit of time anywhere he wanted to be.

When the locker clean out was all said and done, Bee and Morgan sat together in their apartment, her legs draped over his. It was all she thought about on the way home. Since the reporter had asked the question. “What are we going to do this summer?”

“Well, we have Zach’s wedding and--”

“You deserve to go home,” Bee blurted out. She was trying desperately not to let her tears fall. Being without him for long stretches of time was going to be hard – just like it was during the season – but he needed it more than anything. “You deserve to go home and relax for a bit. You’ve had a tough year outside of hockey, too.”

She watched as his brows furrowed at her words. “What was so tough outside of hockey?” he asked.

“Me. The break-in. My mom dying. You didn’t deserve to have to deal with that and--”

He cut her off by giving her a kiss. “Do you mean outside of hockey, when I met the love of my life?”

She couldn’t handle his words. The tears escaped her slowly, and immediately she wiped them away with the backs of her hands. Morgan leaned forward again, capturing her lips in another kiss, and soon, they couldn’t tear themselves away from each other. It was only when they had to break for air that he spoke again. “I am going to go home, Briony. But only for a bit. I’ll be back and forth, but it’ll be okay.”

“You need to take this time to relax,” she stressed, putting her hand on his chest. “You can’t go back and forth all the time. This is your time off.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s nothing that I’m not used to,” he said. “Besides, you know I can’t go too long without seeing you.”

She sighed again. “I can’t go too long without seeing you either. But your priority shouldn’t be me, your priority should be yourself.”

“Hey, you’re always my priority,” he said, grabbing hold on her hand on his chest. “You’re my home now too, Bumblebee. Don’t you ever forget it.”

She internalized his words as much as she could. You’re my home now too, Briony. She never thought she’d hear those words – that someone would consider her home. But of course Morgan did, and Morgan was the one to say it about her. And even though she knew that in her close future she’d be spending more time than she liked alone, she knew that once he came back to her, they’d go back to being themselves, together. “Let’s…let’s take out our calendars.”

“Bumblebee.”

“I want to see when you’ll be gone. I know you’re out in PEI with Dion an the Boys and Girls Club, and I know--”

“Bumblebee--”

“Please Morgan. Just take out your calendar. For me.”

He didn’t fight it. He moved to take his phone out of his pocket and he opened the calendar. “I’m going to see if I can catch a flight to Vancouver mid-week, okay? It can give us a couple of more days together,” he said. Bee nodded her head, cuddling more into him so she could lay her head on his chest, just below his shoulder. “We don’t have much in May. I know you have Alannah’s bachelorette party on the 11th but it’s not like I need to come to that. I can be back in town for the long weekend the following week and stay for a while. But then I want to be back home for dad’s birthday. I want to take him golfing. We always go golfing for his birthday.”

“Of course,” Bee said. She couldn’t help but smile slightly. “Back and forth, back and forth – it’s gonna be like hockey didn’t even stop.”

“What did I tell you?” he smirked, giving her a quick kiss. “I’m gonna miss your cooking.”

“I’m gonna miss you eating all my cooking,” she said. “The apartment is going to feel so empty with you gone.”

“You should get a gerbil.”

She snorted as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Don’t tempt me, Morgan Rielly. You’ll come back in May and this place will be a literal zoo.”

“If that’s what you want that’s fine by me,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss her again, and again, and again. Eventually, he pulled her on to his lap and let his hands wander underneath her shirt. “I’m gonna miss this most,” he mumbled against her lips.

“Me too,” she agreed, her hands cupping his face so she could look at him. He had shaved off his playoff beard, and there was only stubble now. She ran her thumbs along his jawline. “Gonna miss waking up to those baby blues every morning.”

He gave her another kiss. “Gonna miss waking up with my face between your thighs.”

A smile broke out on her face. “You’re a perv.”

“Only for you.”

***

Tick tock tick tock…who is the next hockey player you’re gonna fuck for relevancy?

I bet ur gonna try to get with auston next. Or fred. You’re such a slut

Now is your chance to turn into a hot girl for hot girl summer. Join a gym ffs!!!!!!!!!!

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Elder-Futhark Runes

Runes are closely related to Norse Mythology; specifically, Odin – the King of the Gods. Odin had become jealous of the Norns and their great knowledge. The Norns are known as the fates and, most of the time, used the Well of Urd to gain their wisdom. And if there's one thing you should know about Odin is he loves wisdom. Odin had even given his eye away in order to gain knowledge, so when he learned that the runes only showed themselves to the worthy – he went to the extreme.

Odin went to a branch of Yggdrasil (pronounced: Ing-Dra-Sell) and hung himself upside down over the Well of Urd, then pierced himself with a spear. As he hung there, he called to the runes, but they did not show. As Odin dangled over the well, the other Gods would stop by and offer him help with food or water, but he refused the help. Which eventually was in his favor because on the ninth night of hanging, the runes appeared to him in the well. The runes accepted his sacrifice and revealed their true forms to him, providing him with their knowledge and secrets.

Because of Odin's actions, he was not only able to learn the meaning of the runes, but was able to learn their magickal aspect as well; such as: healing, making charms, using the symbols on weapons, making friends stronger and safe while making his enemies weaker.

This story also feeds into the theory of 'The Hanged Man' in the Rider-Waite tarot deck. This man is depicted as Odin.

In the Elder-Futhark, there are 24 runes; 25 if you count the blank rune. Each rune has a meaning and a letter associated with them. Runes have been around since 150AD and is actually a Germanic Language. These symbols were used as a form of writing before the Latin alphabet was adapted.

An example of using runes to spell the word "RUNES":

Often, you'll hear runes associated with the word "Futhark" (pronounced Foo-Thark), which is Scandinavian and is the first six letters of the runic alphabet.

Besides the Elder-Futhark, which this booklet will be using, there are three other types:

Anglo-Saxon which has 29 symbols and over the years have gained 4 more; making it a total of 33.

Marcomannic Runes which is a mixture of the Elder Futhark and Anglo-Saxon.

Younger Futhark which is a reduced form of the Elder Futhark, but only have 16 symbols. They are also curvier and missing "arms" and "legs".

There are many things you can do with runes. You can ask yes or no questions, lay them out the same way you read tarot, throw them on a table and read the ones facing up. You can also use runes for magickal purposes; for example, when creating a charm for protection, you can write Algiz to enhance the magickal properties.

Before using your runes, the first thing you need to know is runes hold energy; and this is why you need to put your energy in them. You can do this by constantly holding them when you can, carry them with you, sleep with them under your pillow.

Remember to do this if you have bought your runes. Creating your own runes already has your energy in them, but store bought runes made by machines or another person has a different form of energy in them.

It's also important to take care of your runes. Remember that wood runes can soak in water and stone runes can break so be gentle with them. To keep them together, use a pouch or a box. And no matter what material they are, always remember to cleanse them!

You can cleanse your runes by:

Laying them in the morning sun or under the moon.

Burying them in soil for a few days and dig them back up.

Let natural water run over them – not tap water, there's too many chemicals.

Pass them through smoke of incense or sage.

Blow on them

There are multiple ways to cast your runes, but before we go into this, don't forget to call in protection. It is always a good idea to call in your guides when performing any time of divination. Then when you're finished, thank whoever you asked to help and protect you. (Spirit loves to be thanked.)

First, we will start with structured readings, or casting runes like they're tarot cards. When you do this, you may run into the issue where you pull a rune and it's sitting in your hand at a weird angle. To correct this, just turn the rune at a 90-degree angle so they're in your hand or in its placement vertically. If you place your runes facing down, turn them over like a page (right to left). Then begin to read them.

Here are some examples of structured readings:

Pull 1 for the day

Lay three runes in a row for past, present, future.

Pull 5 runes and place three runes in a row for past, present, and future; one above for what influences you, and one below for what's beneath you or holding you back.

Read the runes in a Celtic-Cross layout like you would with tarot.

Next, we will go over unstructured readings AKA tossing the runes. You may cast your runes on either the floor or a table; or even into a circle. In the back of this booklet, I created a "runes map" for myself when casting, it's just to give it a little structure while still letting the runes do what they need to do.

You can cast all the runes at once or take a handful and toss them. When they land, make note of where they land and how they land. This will give you a more in-depth reading. Any runes that have falling face down can be removed from the reading – the runes don't want you to know these secrets or they're not affecting your situation or question at the moment. The runes facing up are the ones you want to be conscious of – they have meaning in your life at this moment.

When you toss your runes, here is what needs to be taken in account (view screenshot below):

The runes closest to you are related to your situation.

The runes farther away is further into your future.

Runes that are closer to each other affect one another.

Closer to the center means the sooner the event.

Runes turned to the left (3) are saying that something is being forced, or it's too aggressive – or you're living in the future.

Runes turned to the right (5) are telling you that not enough effort is being put into something. Maybe you're too passive or living in the past.

Reversed, or facing the wrong way, (7) means there's a strong influence, or a negative force involved. There's also opposition which means the symbol is reversed horizontally.

Upright means there's a strong influence as well but it's a positive force involved.

Rune face down (1) means you're not meant to know.

Overlapping (6) means the runes are related so read them as a pair.

If there are three in a row (3, 4, 5), read them as past, present, and future.

Yes or no questions can also be answered by the runes. Ask your question then pull a rune. If the rune is pulled angled, rotate at a 90-degree angle then place down on the desk. If the rune is face down, turn right to left to see what it says.

If the rune is upside down – the answer is NO

If the rune is right side up – the answer is YES

Because some runes like Gebo or Isa are the same either way you look at it, go by your best judgement. There are also runes like Kenaz where the symbol normally opens to the right (<), if it's looking to the left (>), then the answer is NO. Because of these neutral runes, you can pull 3 runes – 2 out of 3 is your answer.

How I read my runes:

I hold my runes in my hand and breathe into them three times.

As I move the runes in my hand, I have the person place their hands underneath in a cupping formation.

I then drop the runes into their hands and ask them to ask their question, setting their intention, then when they're done, I place my hands underneath theirs and they drop the runes back into my possession.

I toss the runes and begin to read.

If I don't use the map I have added to the back of the booklet, I use the same idea when casting into a circle.

If there are runes with symbols faced down, I remove them from the reading area.

When I finish, I collect the Runes and blow into them again three times. I say thank you and place them back in my bag I carry them in.

RUNES MEANINGS:

As I said before, there are 25 runes (including Wyrd (pronounced "weird" or "word") and each have a meaning and letter associated. Below you will find these runes' names, how to pronounce them, the associated letters, the God or Goddess the rune is sacred to, the upright meanings (just think opposite when reversed); and in some cases the magickal purpose of that rune. (We will not be using Wyrd, just remember it means "leave it up to fate".)

1st Rune - FEHU

Pronounced: "fay-who"

Associated Letter: F

Sacred to: Freya the Goddess of fertility and love

Meaning: fortune, money, happiness.

2nd Rune - URUZ

Pronounced: "oo-rooj"

Associated Letter: U

Sacred to: Thor the God of Thunder and Lightning

Meaning: luck, sudden changes.

Magickal Uses: enhance healing.

3rd Rune - THURISAZ

Pronounced: "thur-ri-saz"

Associated Letter(s): TH

Sacred to: Loki the God of Trickery and Shape-Shifting; Thor the God of Thunder and Lightning

Meaning: protection, faith, right time at right place.

Magickal Uses: protection and defense against adversary.

4th Rune - Ansuz

Pronounced: "aan-sooz"

Associated Letter: A

Sacred to: Odin the Ruler of Gods and the God of Wind and Spirit

Meaning: stability, order, changes, blessings.

5th Rune - RAIDHO

Pronounced: "rrye-doe"

Associated Letter: R

Sacred to: Thor the God of Thunder and Lightning

Meaning: movement, travel, end of conflict.

6th Rune - KENAZ

Pronounced: "kay-naz"

Associated Letters: C, K, Q

Sacred to: Heimdall the Underworld Watcher

Meaning: creativity, knowledge, quest, sheds light on issues.

7th Rune - GEBO

Pronounced: "gay-bo"

Associated Letter: G

Sacred to: All Gods and Goddesses as it is a gift to them.

Meaning: good fortune, gift, union.

8th Rune - WUNJO

Pronounced: "wun-yo"

Associated Letter: W and V

Sacred to: Odin the Ruler of Gods and the God of Wind and Spirit

Meaning: happiness, wishes granted, success.

9th Rune - HAGALAZ

Pronounced: "ha-ga-laz"

Associated Letter: H

Sacred to: Heimdall the Underworld Watcher and Mordgud the Keep of the Underworld's Icy Bridge

Meaning: destruction, disruption, controlled crisis.

10th Rune - Nauthiz

Pronounced: "now-theez"

Associated Letter: N

Sacred to: Norns the Weavers of Fate and Nort the Goddess of Night that Gives Birth to Day

Meaning: desire and demands, hardship coming

11th Rune - ISA

Pronounced: "e-sa"

Associated Letter: I

Sacred to: "intensity" as it intensifies any rune associated with it.

Meaning: frozen in place, standstill

12th Rune - JERA

Pronounced: "yay-rra"

Associated Letter: J and Y

Sacred to: Freya and Freyr the Bountiful Couple

Meaning: continuity, time and change, conception and success.

13th Rune - EIHWAZ

Pronounced: "eye-hwaz"

Associated Letter: Ê

Sacred to: Odin the King of the Gods who gathered the dead souls for their journey to Valhalla or the Underworld.

Meaning: death and rebirth, defense and protection, reliability and strength

14th Rune - PERTHRO

Pronounced: "perth-row"

Associated Letter: P

Sacred to: Frigg the All Mother.

Meaning: follow your intuition, luck, unknown results, revelation

15th Rune - ALGIZ

Pronounced: "all-yeese"

Associated Letter: Z

Sacred to: Heimdall the Underworld Watcher

Meaning: defense, shelter, and protection, victory and success, no news is good news.

Magickal Uses: add to charms and talismans for protection; you can also use it to protect yourself and your property.

16th Rune - SOWILO

Pronounced: "so-wee-lo"

Associated Letter: S

Sacred to: Baldur the Beautiful God of Joy and the Solar Wheel

Meaning: success and victory, positive changes are coming.

17th Rune - TIWAZ

Pronounced: "tee-waz"

Associated Letter: T

Sacred to: Tyr the God of Heavens and War

Meaning: victory, achievements, compassion, courageousness.

18th Rune - BERKANA

Pronounced: "bear-ka-na"

Associated Letter: B

Sacred to: the Earth Goddess

Meaning: new beginnings, personal transformations, birth of an idea or child.

19th Rune - EHWAZ

Pronounced: "aye-hwaz"

Associated Letter: E

Sacred to: Freyr the God of Fertility, the Summer Sun, and Erected Men

Meaning: momentum, moving locations, teamwork, loyalty.

20th Rune - MANNAZ

Pronounced: "ma-naz"

Associated Letter: M

Sacred to: Odin the All Father and Heimdall the Underworld Watcher

Meaning: devotion, willingness to change, unselfishness, find the middle ground.

21st Rune - LAGAZ

Pronounced: "la-gooz"

Associated Letter: L

Sacred to: Njord the God of Wealth at Sea

Meaning: reflect and consult the heart, follow instincts.

22nd Rune - INGWAZ

Pronounced: "ing-hwaz"

Associated Letter: Ng

Sacred to: Ing the Earth God and Freyr the God of Fertility

Meaning: harmony, unity, love, listen to yourself and live in the now.

23rd Rune - DAGAZ

Pronounced: "da-gaz"

Associated Letter: D

Sacred to: Heimdall the Underworld Watcher

Meaning: transformations, breakthroughs, new day, major changes, balance.

24th Rune - OTHALA

Pronounced: "oo-thee-la"

Associated Letter: O

Sacred to: "heritage"

Meaning: home, stability, inheritance, family.

Recommended books:

"A Practical Guide to the Runes: Their Uses in Divination and Magic" by Lisa Peschel

"Runes in Ten Minutes" by Richard T. Kaser

"Runes: The Ancient Magical Secret to Diving Your Future" by Shamira K. Leigh

"Runes: Theory & Practice" by Galina Krasskova

"The Runes Workshop: A You Know Intuition Workbook" by Jennifer Halls

Recommended sites:

http://norse-mythology.org/runes/

http://sunnyway.com/runes/

http://www.crystalinks.com/runes.html

http://www.runes.info/artindex.shtml

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mg-cg-me-cx · 6 years ago

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*A swish of blonde hair wakes Milo from a trance-like daydream. He is very intoxicated and looks around to see all red and a petite red figure sitting on his lap. The music is loud but the people are louder. He has a headache. He taps the pretty blonde sitting on his lap on the shoulder. She turns her body is a sultry fashion*

Milo: hey becky

Rebecca: hi Miles

Milo: can you get up please, I gotta use the bathroom

Rebecca: yeah okay gimme a second

*Rebecca stands very slowly as Milo gets up to walk towards the restroom as she follows close behind. As he gets to the door he feels a small hand grab at his arm and his shirt. He looks down to see Rebecca pawing at him. She had constantly asked him for sexual favors, but Milo was just never comfortable*.

Milo: Becky what are you doing

Rebecca *very drunk*: you said we were going to the bathroom

Milo: no, I said I was going to the bathroom, not we

*Rebecca continuously pawing*

Rebecca: you’re always so literal Miles I want you now

*Milo grabs her shoulders and levels with her, mentally and physically*

Milo: Becky you’re really drunk okay I’m not gonna do anything when you’re drunk Where’s Susan and Tammy?

Rebecca *pouts*: probably hooking up with their other hot boyfriends that want to hook up with them because they're hot

Milo: Jesus Becky I-

Rebecca: fine go to the bathroom but I’m gonna be right here when you come out!

Milo *defeated*: okay fine

*Milo opens the doors and shuts it in Rebecca’s face. He sits on the toilet seat and lets out a big sigh*

Milo *internally*: got damnit I just wanna get out of here

*Milo looks over to see a bottle of Hennessey sitting on the corner of the sink*

Milo *internally*: it’s probably drugged

Rebecca *banging on the door and yelling*: MILES ARE YOU OKAY BABY

Milo *grabs the bottle*: jesus Christ

*Milo chokes as he hears a louder sound from outside the door. He is silent for a second*.

Milo *internally*: shit she has to think I’m actually pissing

*Milo stands with the bottle still in hand, he lifts up the toilet seats and begins to pee. From outside the door Rebecca is standing, trying desperately to hold herself up. By fate Tammy Woods rounds the corner, red solo cup in hand*

Tammy Woods *slurring and sloshing with smeared mascara*: BECKY oh my god I’ve looking everywhere for you *grabs Rebecca’s hand* cm’on lets go find Suey

Rebecca Sanders *raises red solo cup in the air*: SUEY WE’RE COMING FOR YOU

*Just as Rebecca leaves, Milo exits the bathroom. He is relieved to see he’s alone and quicky and quietly escapes the party through the back door. As he stumbles down the stairs and through the field he sits down on a bench in the middle of a very familiar park. The shot slowly pans out and around him to music as he enters another daydream. One by one people come to sit next to him. The first person is Becky. Becky's skinny blonde body with boobs twice her waist she puts an arm around his shoulders and throws a leg over him to swipe a kiss across his lips. Milo has no reaction. Next is Demarcus Naz. He throws a pebble at Milo's head before sitting down next to him and looking off into the distance as to check out a girl, then he gives him a hard nuggie and pats him on the chest before walking away. Then his mom, Rose walks over a place a kiss on his cheek. This is the first slight smile we see from milo. He places his head on her shoulder as she walks away. Next Chris Pine lookalike walks in and sit down next to Milo. Milo looks at him in astonishment and mouths the words

Milo: so like are you Chris Pine?

Chris Pine look alike: no, are you Miles Carter

Milo *verbalizing*: no, what makes u not Chris Pine

Lookalike: I’m not him, I just look like him. What makes you not Miles Carter

Milo: I’m not honest with myself. I would rather be Milo Carter. But everyone likes calling me Miles and I feel like just easier to be the me that everyone sees me as instead the person I want to be.

Lookalike: well that’s kinda dumb. You ‘re living your life why would you waste that time trying to but something you’re not for other people? does anyone call you Milo

*Milo and Lookalike at the same time*

Milo: yes

Lookalike: who

Milo *caught off guard by being cut off*: oh uh

*beat*

Milo: I don’t why I do that, that’s kind of a good point I guess but, anyways my mom calls me Milo

Lookalike: what’s she like

*Rose reappears but stands a few feet ahead of them is a beam of light*

Milo: she’s kind and patience and respectful

Lookalike: sounds nice

Milo: yeah really nice

*Rose Disappears*

Lookalike: anyone else

Milo: yeah actually uh

*beat*

Milo *rubbing his face with the appearance of contemplation*: Emerson

*Emerson appears in Rose’s place*

Lookalike: what’s she like

*Emerson stands there with his shaggy blonde hair and his kind blue eyes. Milo stares at him for a while*.

Milo *after a long pause*: he… he has the kindest blue eyes and the calmest voice and there’s a lot of things about him that I like

*Milo looks back at the Chris Pine Lookalike to see Emerson in his place*

Emerson: so, what’s stopping you from being Milo Carter?

*Milo blinks profusely until he realizes that Emerson isn’t actually there and no one is or has been for the last 15 minutes. He is alone and drunk in the same park he grew up in. He reaches for his phone and calls his little sister Caitlin.

Caitlin *already driving*: hello

Milo: Catie I need a ride home please

Caitlin: ugh where are you Miles

Milo: can you call my Milo

Caitlin: what *stammering* Miles where are you

Milo: in the park across from Emerson’s house

Caitlin: what why

Milo: can you just get here please

Caitlin: are you alone

Milo: yeah and drunk please Catie

Caitlin: why don't you just ask Emerson if your at his house anyways

*Milo stands and starts walking around on the phone*

Milo: again not at his house and no I can't

Caitlin: why not

Milo: because I can't alright just please Catie

Caitlin: Chill out I'm here

Milo: what how did you-

Caitlin: goodbye Miles

*Milo sighs and walks towards his sister's van. Shot of Caitlin texting on her phone with Milo stumbling towards her maroon van through the window. Shot pans down to Caitlin texting someone named Melissa Caitlin: “what do you know about Emerson Rosenberg?” as Milo opens the door and plops down on the seat*.

Milo: thank you Catie

Caitlin: yeah whatever

*The van drives down the street towards the cul-de-sac at the end. As he rides in the passenger. The van approaches a group of teenagers walking in the same direction as the van. Milo quickly realizes that the group of teenagers is Emerson, Clarence, and Xavier. Milo and Emerson make long eye contact as they drive by.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAZ, the one and the only!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ @nazrps

SO according to Jude’s blog, the first time Jude talked to Matt was May 18th, 2015, which makes it exactly 2 years, 6 months, and 15 days that I have had the absolute thrill of knowing u!! It feels like a lot more, doesn’t it feel like a lot more? Anyway time is weird and idk why it goes this fast, but I hope the rest of this month & 2018 will be killer for u. Luv ya.

[Emma/Andrew/Ryan blogs pls do not reblog. That would be weird. Kthx.]

#naz #ft. naz

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en-hypen · 7 years ago

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Who do you ship your mutuals with and why?

All of my mutuals got this at the same time *-* I’m sorry if these r really random but ily & I hope u enjoy these ships frens!!

@laji-101 starting off with the tiniest bb, I think Kris would go really well w astro’s sanha :)))))) Have u ever seen this ddoca bc LMAO SHE WOULD FIT SO WELL WITH THEM kris is v smol but v loud (types in caps 24/7) and I think their energetic and fun personalities would go well together!!! Also the height difference is so real it would be so adorable asdfghjkl

@jihoonslattee my actual twin i love chiii so much ❤️ and u kno who else i love a lot???? seventeen’s joshua (he is actually my first bias ever! THIS IS HOW MUCH ILY CHIII ❤️) Both of them are really sweet and adorable AH it would be the softest pair omf. Also I bet the two of them would watch anime together and that’s literally goals :)))

@princess-megz I’m always regretful that I don’t check the chat as often as I want to :( but everytime I do, Meg is always there and she always makes me smile :))) Her personality is so kind (& ridiculously spontaneous i love it) so I ship meg with day6′s jae LMAO. Jae is the oldest but you would never know bc he is literally so ridiculous but entertaining? The two would have lots of fun 2gether and I 100% bet he would sing for her a lot omf. also i’ve never seen meg in glasses but jae would let her try his on and!!!! wow cute matching couple!!!!!

@cuddlyjihoonie my school started to majorly pick up so I haven’t been able to talk to Sophia in a heck long time :( (i miss u do u even remember me D:) Sophia is a boy group QUEEN there are so many people to ship u with omg. After some thinking I ship her with seventeen’s s.coups! She’s always on top of everything (ur blog is a1 its so updated) just like our local leader. They are both good at taking charge & doing their responsibilities but still making time for their friends!! ❤️

@seungkwanslowqualityenglish justine!!!! I ship her with pentagon’s hui! Justine is the oldest and has to deal with all of youngins, similar to hui and pentagon. She is also v smart and updated w everything just like our local leader. Justine is also very supportive of all of us and def would be the same w hui! Jammin to Energetic and NEVER is a daily activity ah god bless what a power pair

@simplicitwannaone Laura i miss u where did u go :( if u are reading this I ship u with exo’s Lay (bc i miSS BOTH OF YOU WHERE DID U GUYS GO) Yix is literally the softest person on the planet and his confused, victim personality would go well with ur kabedon ❤️ I feel like he would be ur s/o n also your best friend? The best hugs & would give u so much love!!!

@jonghyunandsamueldeservedbetter JENNY I LOVE YOU and I’ve been reading the chat!! fun fact you were my first mutual ever so of course I had to ship u with someone with equal importance. You are sososo kind n open-minded n outgoing so I have to ship you with wanna one’s Daniel. He is the definition of boyfriend material and yo your personalities together would be explosive can u even imagine

@thegentlemanukulele Natty is the rock of the group chat I really want u to know how much I appreciate u ❤️ This is REAL random but I ship Natty with shinee’s onew! First, they are hella similiar. Intelligent, gr8 leadership qualities, vocal legends, & v i s u a l s. I’m looking forward to their couple collabs bc holy fuck Natty is so good at singing (I shed a few tears at her NEVER english ver) Natty has an awesome personality and I just think the ship would be so powerful we would all die amen

@ladynightmareii when i think about it, i’ve never actually spoken to Naz before? Which is crazy bc we’ve had the group chat for so long?? But I know enough about Naz where I can say she would go well with yuehua’s euiwoong! Although Naz is the youngest, she is always ready to call us out n take charge ❤️. Similarly to euiwoong (who is the leader although he is a smol bby) Naz has to deal with us crazy older people. The two would work well together and always have each other when the other needs to rant about something ❤️

@dae-vil ❤️ I don’t get to talk to Dae often but she is real cool and always happenin. I ship her w got7′s yugyeom! Both of them are cute on the outside but on the inside everything gets WILD. Yugyeom is a little reckless and loves to poke at his members and I can see Dae joining in on some fun. Also although Dae is v v v tol, Yugyeom is a sky scraper so the hugs and the height difference are still cute

@daehwi-protection-squad I! love! dawn! so! much! She is the ult super daehwi stan, but if i had to choose another person I would say she would go well with brave’s samuel!! ❤️ Dawn is sososoosososoososos nice and hardworking (ur blog is so nice n updated) so I believe she would go well with Samuel. She also seems like a fun person to be around ❤️ and the atmosphere of their relationship would be so lit god bless.

@imagineproduce101 EVERYONE CARINA IS SO BEAUTIFUL HOLY SHIT A REAL V I S U A L. and you know who else is straight handsome that would kill it with rina? nu’est’s ren ❤️ Both of them would be beautiful 2gether!! and i feel like carina’s enjoyable personality will compliment ren’s super extra personality lmao. I bet carina and ren would go on fun dates a lot and overall always have a really good time together!

@kakaotaeks I MISS YOU ELENA ❤️ I ship you with the boyz’s haknyeon!!! He is such a sweet boi and would try his best to treat you right. Whenever haknyeon is tired of being w a ton of boys I can imagine he’d come to you for love n advice!! Also he is still in school too! yall will be the cutest couple in school everyone will be jelly amen

@heochannies meike 😍 why is everyone a v i s u a l omfg. I ship meike with nct’s johnny! Meike is older than most of us so she has some experience *-* I think meike n johnny would go out a lot (partying n bangers u feel) and go on lots of adventures together. Also johnny really likes traveling/ foreigners so I bet he would love 2 travel to visit meike ❤️

@peachiejihoonie i love u i love u i love u ❤️ i ship peachi with monsta x’s kihyun! Peachi is so adorable n kihyun is really cute and the two of them would just be the softest!!! Peachi also sends snaps from her work sometimes and I bet if kih worked with her, he would sing songs and try his best so work is fun for both of them :) if he didn’t work with her, i bet kih would come to visit a lot just so he can hang out ❤️

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So i was wondering, since youre a labour supporter, what do you think of the anti semitic scandals in the party? Because personally i hate the conservative party but i hate the way labour has been operating so this is really hard for me. Dont you believe that the anti semitism in the party should be a deal breaker?

Okay firstly, I really apologise for taking so long to reply to this. I felt if I should answer this question I need to articulate myself correctly as well as provide a bit of background - but that definitely doesn’t mean I am well rehearsed on the subject so please forgive me anon if I have missed anything out.

It has been known that the Labour Party has been institutionally anti-Semitic. Proof of this lies within the party’s failure to expel Ken Livingstone from the party I would argue, after countless times of trying to defend MP Naz Shah and supporting the idea that Hitler was supporting Zionism (which we know his BS). Despite being proven of his prejudice, under their own rules, Labour only gave him a lengthened ban. This isn’t the first offence of his either - ranging from supporting known anti-Jewish figures (naming them as progressive) to making horrid, disgusting, prejudice remarks to Jewish journalists. There have also been various anti-Semitic tales riddled within Jeremy’s own campaign, most prominently with him comparing Israel to the Islamic State. I find it hard though to read these things in the paper, because I just find UK media is so riddled with bias I can never receive the clear picture (it would be better if I could watch this kind of stuff, as I mostly just read it on articles nowadays).

It is without doubt the Labour Party has had extreme problems with such dealings - and I particular hate the fact all they do is defend themselves rather than admitting their mistakes and apologising to the Jewish community (particular for Livingstone who has always been a buffoon). That isn’t to say however I feel that this is a Party issue. A few do not represent the many - which is hilarious because technically a party needs to be that. But we know from life itself that this is not the case. We can also see divide showing itself more recently within U.K. parties, with Conservatives split with Brexit and Labour in shambles so recently (this time last year I would say) with their faith in their leader. I’m not excusing them for anti-Semitism, but I also wonder if by the comparison of the Islamic State and Israel (I’d have been more specific here, I’ll extend later) Jeremy was considering the atrocities behind the Palestinian atrocities led on by Israel governments. Again we could go into a full on separate argument about this latter case but let’s keep to this argument on Labour. I also feel like if anti-Semitism really was the pinnacle of Labour’s Party, why would Jewish MPs like Mike Katz still be in a place to represent such a party against their beliefs. (But I do hate that argument too - because I would say this is like the ‘I can’t be racist because I have a black friend’ excuse too so feel I should put that out there).

But the way I have to think of it is like this - who is the candidate best for myself and the things I aspire for my friends and country? Who stands against prejudice amongst racism and sexism, and who is more likely to draw a line with Trump? Who is going to support the NHS which has gotten me through so much rather than privatise it continuously? Who isn’t a sheep of the USA despite the constant slandering within the British media? What about people calling him a terrorist sympathiser, despite the fact during the peak of IRA he never supported them, he only negotiated with them for peace. There is a large difference.

Okay so I have to be careful here, because 100% I am not fully informed and I promise to get better at this.

Ughhhh it’s difficult because you are so right, Labour has had an anti-Semitic rhetoric - mostly I would argue within its defence which does not include admitting their mistakes. But I really want to believe profoundly within Jeremy Corbyn that his own comments were not fully evaluated. But I feel either way an argument could suffice in concerns with whether he was against Israel’s part against Palestinians or the Jewish community - two separate entities in my mind. Yes the Jewish people are a large definition to Israel as a nation; but it doesn’t mean it represents the Jewish community of the world. Unless I am missing something in concerns with him particularly isolating the whole Jewish community of the world (which I could be, feel free to let me know)!

It’s a very selfish choice my one. At the end of the day, I am voting for Jeremy Corbyn to lead through voting my labour MP. I chose Labour because they genuinely are thinking of 'me’ as a student. I won’t slander anyone’s choice in party - as long as they have made the decision on their own and have informed themselves I am content. Everyone has different deal breakers - mine just happens to be I don’t believe May is strong enough to negotiate a good Brexit deal and will end up being Trump’s door mat rather than a partner - again another argument we could have. I also have to think of my borough, and the immense work my MP (Labour) has done for it in a positive direction (and which they continue to do).

I’ll probably add more to this anon! So keep a look out! Hope this suffices so far! And sorry if it makes u angry as well. But please note, it’s also about choosing the lesser of two evils. I don’t think Jeremy is the perfect leader - for instance his decision against the 'shoot to kill’ policy against terrorists on scenes in which armed police have control I am absolutely baffled by. But I do think he represents what I need more than what I want - more so than the Conservative party. Everyone has different deal breakers as well - just depends on which party sometimes has more of them then others! We also cannot forget the sure deal makers!

#anon ask

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jeup · 7 years ago

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#kayla.txt #naz's post got me feelin angry again #like the fact that he said he didn't know his mic was on and would pick up his voice......#like wtf do u think it's there for decoration?#i mean ik sometimes they can turn ppl's mics on and off but #why tf does he need to sing during other members' parts anyways??#when he didn't even learn his own :////#it seemed like he was just salty #bc his group didn't wanna give him parts during distribution #bc he fucked his other group over like bro learn ur lesson #so he ruined their parts instead #he didn't deserve fifth and better ppl will prolly be eliminated bc of him #anyways rant over

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bestmarijuanaboutiques · 5 years ago

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Trinidad & Tobago Attorney General Denies Knowledge of Family Connection In Cannabis Business

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Trinidad & Tobago Attorney General Denies Knowledge of Family Connection In Cannabis Business

A great Investigative piece by the Trinidad & Tobago Guardian who have come across a cannabis connection to the country’s Attorney General, Faris Al-Rawi, who’s response so far, is. “My wife has a large family and they are involved in various businesses. I knew nothing of this.”

We’ll start with a post on Former Minister Devant Maharaj’s facebook page

The comments are expecially revealing.

Even if it is just an apparel company, in our book this still looks somewhat fishy.

Plenty more comments here

Here’s the full report..

“I knew nothing.”

Attorney General Faris Al-Rawi yesterday said he was in the dark about months-old company West Indian Cannabis Company Limited, a retail firm whose director is family to his wife.

Social media was busy yesterday sharing a highlighted copy of the company registration documents. Large red circles highlighted that one of the directors had the same surname of Al-Rawi’s wife.

However, the owner of the West Indian Cannabis Company Ltd (Wicannaco), Christopher Moses, yesterday denied his company had anything to do with marijuana, despite its company name and the branding on its clothing.

Moses is married to Jenna Marie Nahous—who is also listed as a director—who is related to Mona Nahous, wife of Attorney General Al-Rawi.

In a statement posted on his Facebook page last night, however, Moses alsodenied having any interaction with the Attorney General.

“I categorically state that I have no business dealings with Faris Al-Rawi whatsoever. I do not, nor did I discuss my business with him, as I have NO financial relationship with him. I do not posses any inside information pertaining to the cannabis industry as it comes to the fore in T&T and region wide,” Moses said as he responded to allegations that he may have had prior knowledge of the pending legislation which will decriminalise marijuana usage in T&T.

In an interview, Moses told Guardian Media that Wicannaco was just a clothing company using marijuana symbols for branding. He added, however, that due to the newfound popularity on social media, he was planning to jump into legal cannabis retail whenever the bill was passed.

But after further discussions with his wife in the wake of the social media furore created over the past hours, Moses told the Guardian they had decided to “stay in our lane”.

“We have decided to stick to what we know. We had and have no intention of getting into the space beyond apparel,” Moses said.

The company’s website states that it sells merchandise and clothing with marijuana symbols.

Although Moses said it was only an apparel and merchandise company, the registration documents are broader and just lists the company as a retail company.

Moses confirmed that he was only now considering getting into the legal marijuana industry not only in T&T but also up the islands.

In an interview with Guardian Media yesterday, Al-Rawi said he received the company registration documents from the media yesterday and knew nothing of the company or the fact that it was registered only months ago in February.

Hours after learning of the link, however, Al-Rawi said he contacted his wife’s relative and learned the company sold clothing and was already in operation with a functional website and sales.

“I can confirm that the person is a relative of my wife,” the AG said.

“But this is the first time I am hearing of it and seeing this,” he said, referring to the company registration documents.

“My wife has a large family and they are involved in various businesses. I knew nothing of this.”

The apparel clothing company has as its main shareholder GV Holdings Limited. That company produces 3 Star Sportswear and Rossi sporting apparel.

The company was registered back in February, several months before Al-Rawi himself announced cannabis control legislation would be brought to Parliament for legalisation debate.

A company of the company registration for the West Indian Cannabis Company Limited, whose directors include an in-law of Attorney General Faris Al-Rawi.

The Dangerous Drugs (Amendment) Bill was passed in the Lower House on Wednesday and in the Senate Friday night.

The Cannabis Control Bill, which is the retail and marketing aspect of the legalisation, is currently before a Joint Select Committee of Parliament. Despite the latest development, Al-Rawi said he would not be recusing himself from cannabis debates or discussions in the future.

“Why should I?” Al-Rawi said.

“I am not in any way benefiting financially from any business.”

Rather, Al-Rawi described himself as an attorney and a property developer.

“I have no business interests in anything else,” he said.

In fact, he said if he recused himself from every discussion in which he had an interest, he would not be able to participate in tax amnesty debates or the demonetisation of the cotton-based $100 notes.

“Had I known about it, I would have declared it and would press on,” he said.

“I could only declare what I know.”

Meanwhile, Moses said while he usually remained silent on social media, he was planning to put out a statement and a link to his website.

“All my family from T&T (are) in the textile and garment industry and clothing line,” Moses said.

“Wicannco is just a clothing company.”

He said that while the company’s description was broad, the main purpose of the site and company was to “centralise press and media throughout the Caribbean.”

“I am not in the marijuana industry, it’s just a brand,” Moses added.

Moses said he was also taken aback by the attacks on social media just because of an “abstract connection” to the Attorney General.

“I’m politically exposed because my wife is not even blood-related to the AG?” Moses asked.

“That just doesn’t hold water.”

Meanwhile, marijuana activist Nazma Muller took to social media to question why, back in 2015, the Ministry of Legal Affairs refused to allow her to register “The Cannabis Foundation.” She said she was not allowed to use the ganja leaf symbol as the company logo for the Caribbean Collective for Justice either.

When Guardian Media posted Muller’s question to Al-Rawi, he said, “I have no role in the registration of companies.”

He provided two company registrations, one in 2015 and the other in 2016, adding, “You have seen for yourself that there are several companies with the name.”

He said the word was granted to companies before he became Attorney General.

“The Registrar General is the authority,” he said.

The Cannabis Control Authority will be the body allowed to grant licences to the persons seeking to become retail providers, as well as those hoping to transport, export and import the herb.

STATEMENT BY MOSES

My name is Christopher Moses; back in February of this year, I did in fact register a company, West Indian Cannabis Co LTD (WICC)

Please check out our website at www.wicannaco.com

Our business is in apparel!

Our team believes a global cannabis apparel brand is prime to emerge from the Caribbean region and in preparation of this movement we have been in the process of building an apparel brand and a news forum to centralize all of the medical marijuana industry related news and press throughout the region.

While we are still in the pre-execution stage of this venture; in light of today’s social media blast our group feels it be imperative to state the facts to dispel any rumors or assumptions made by certain persons.

In pursuit of building an apparel line named WICC (West Indian Cannabis Co) I knew I would need a partner with the experience and know how required to make this a successful venture.

Easily enough, I turned to and aligned myself with my own family, GV Holdings, based in Trinidad, who have been in the textile and garment industry for over 40 years who have successfully created many mass market brands regionally over the years including household names such as Rossi.

Further to the above, I categorically state that I have no business dealings with Faris Al-Rawi whatsoever. I do not, nor did I discuss my business with him as I have NO financial relationship with him. I do not posses any inside information pertaining to the cannabis industry as it comes to the fore in T&T and region wide.

Our business in apparel certainly could not – to any right minded person – feature in the deplorable allegations being made.

The whole world, and certainly the Caribbean, which market we serve in apparel, are way ahead of the current developments being discussed in Trinidad and Tobago.

Any attempts to discredit my name, this venture, or my partners involved is unwarranted, misleading and can only be described as scandalous, untruthful, and undoubtably politically motivated attempt to provoke a reaction.

We invite anyone who is an advocate for the decriminalization and proliferation of medical marijuana literature and information to join us at the launch of our West Indian Cannabis Co. Ltd clothing apparel line, next week Friday December 20th: at THC (The Hideout Clothing Co.) located on the 3rd floor of Long Circular Mall

Visit us and check out the variety of WICC apparel; which will also make for a great gift over the upcoming high holidays.

God bless Trinidad & Tobago and more importantly, God bless those who try to destroy it with envy, hate, and division.

Source: https://www.guardian.co.tt/news/ag-denies-knowledge-of-inlaws-cannabis-business-6.2.1008414.d78dcc7a07

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