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wiltenjoyer · 2 months ago
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the best parts of the trouble with scribbles
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logs-pods · 11 months ago
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A YouTube vid reccomended nappa cabbage for pod food and I've had some interesting results. It's main advantage is that it doesn't mold like some other vegetables.
The clowns love it and start munching away as soon as they find it. But they usually loose interest once it's shriveled up and mostly gone.
The zebra pods on the other hand slowly eat it but don't really care that much. They prefer carrots much more.
The Dairy cows will ignore it for days and days until it's very wilted and dead, then devour it and leave only the veins that are still crunchy.
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hirokiyuu · 2 years ago
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wow so when i wrote this i was like "hey this i'm only posting bc it's the first part to something much funnier" and then completely forgot to post the followup. so here have some dys>sol(>cal/tammy) bracelet scene pre-pre-pre-rship stuff. i love when kids are dumb and in love
it's ok (we'll find our way); 1k
When Sol crests the hill to where Dys is packing for his next trip out, the very first thing that Dys looks at are his wrists, because Dys is an idiot. Because apparently Sol is also an idiot, he is in fact wearing the databand, spinning it with his other hand as he stares down at it. “Hi, Dys.”
Thank fuck half the time he just nods hello at Solana anyways, because trying to unstick his jaw from where it’s glued shut sounds pretty impossible right now. Not that Sol even notices, really, still staring down at his dumb new bracelet. “Um. Can I… can I get another ten minutes where you don’t tell me you think something’s stupid?”
Thank fuck that him packing means he has an excuse to turn around. Against all odds his dumb voice doesn’t crack as he says, “Sure?”
“Someone likes me?” Sol blurts, instantly, and when he glances over, Sol is blushing. Stars. Dys kind of wants to die. “Like, I got this message on Vertumnalia, and apparently, um, this --” he holds up his wrist, like Dys hasn’t been staring at it since the moment he showed up “-- is from a, a secret admirer?”
Yeah, I fucking know. He bites it back. “Oh.”
“Someone likes me,” Sol repeats; he’s staring down at the dumb thing with stars in his eyes. “No one’s ever liked me before. Like, I mean, I thought, um. I thought Cal did, and I was…. I was totally wrong there, y’know?”
Because Cal is the stupidest person in the colony, yeah. Why anyone would ever pick Tammy with Sol as an option, Dys will never understand. “But…” says Sol, and the smile that had faltered on his face for a moment is back, small and sweet. “But I guess someone does.”
Okay. Maybe the whole thing wasn’t such a terrible idea after all, if it makes Sol smile like that. Or at least, that’s what Dys thinks for exactly two seconds, before suddenly Sol looks up at him and blurts, “Who do you think gave it to me?”
Nevermind, Dys wants to die again; he jerks back around, grabbing the nearest ration to shove into his pack so Sol won’t see him blush or whatever. Luckily Sol doesn’t actually seem to be expecting an answer, already barreling on ahead: “Like, I was thinking about it, and I really don’t know? Like, at first I thought maybe it was one of the Helio kids, but I don’t really know any of them that well, and whoever made this, um… I mean, it has a bunch of stuff I’m into, y’know? All the music and vids and stuff that I like?”
Next time Sol starts talking about Sanctuary Moon, Dys is turning on his holospeak and pretending he’s gone deaf. “So that kinda narrowed it down, I guess, to one of us? But like, obviously it’s not Cal--” because he’s an idiot, as previously established, and fuck but Dys hates the way Sol’s face drops a little just saying that “--and Nemmie’s super gone on that Vace guy already, so I knew it wasn’t her, and that just leaves --”
--oh fuck here it comes--
“--Marz?”
Dys stops. Puts his things down. Turns around. “...What?”
“I know!” Sol’s got his face buried in his hands, which is good, because Dys has absolutely no idea what kind of expression he’s making himself right now.  “I know, I don’t like it either, like….” He drags them down his face before looking up at Dys; for a moment seeing Dys’s face he wilts, but then rallies again. “I-I mean, it’s a nice gift! It’s a really, really nice gift, y’know? It made me… it made me really happy, okay?”
Stars. Of course it did. There’s a weird lump in Dys’s throat when he hears that, but Sol, still charging stupidly ahead, doesn’t even notice. “But even if I liked girls, I wouldn’t like Marz, she’s way too mean and bossy and I just….” Sol sighs again, slumping over, and despite his words he’s still playing with the bracelet. “I didn’t even think she noticed me that much.”
“She doesn’t.”
Sol blinks, looks back up. “What?”
Fuck. It’s too late to take the words back. Dys takes a single breath, wipes his palms against his legs, and then manages, “It wasn’t from Marz.”
“Oh,” says Sol. He’s got that same puzzled frown he always gets when they’re up on the walls and he’s struggling through his homework. “Wait, really? But how do you know… that….”
The silence is deafening, as the frown gives way to slowly widening eyes. Dys, for his part, turns around and starts shoving all his stuff into his bag as fast as he can, who gives a shit about organizing right now? “Dys,” says Sol, a little unsteadily, and even without looking Dys can picture the way his whole awful handsome face has gone slack in surprise. “Are you my --”
“So what if I am?” he interrupts immediately, because if Sol actually says the words he’s going to die. His face is on fire. “Don’t make a big deal about it.”
“Oh,” says Sol, still sounding totally bewildered. Dys should’ve chucked the stupid databand off the ridges when he’d finished making it; he starts buckling up the pack and ignores the fact that the top won’t go totally shut. When he glances back, just for a second, Sol’s gone red too, still staring at him, and in return Dys flushes even more and looks back away. “I-I won’t.”
“Good,” says Dys, reaching his limit. Before this stupid conversation can drag on any longer he grabs his pack and hustles away, not quite sprinting only because he can’t actually run with the stupid thing on. As he goes, though, he glances over his shoulder once last time.
Sol’s still standing right where Dys left him, head tilted back down to the bracelet, touching it gently the way he had been when he’d first walked up. On his face Dys can just barely make out that same small, shy smile as before. Dys nearly trips; Sol looks up; their eyes meet and for a moment that smile grows just a little before Dys whips his head back forward, his own dumb heart pounding so loud it’s all he can hear. 
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swaps55 · 4 years ago
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Cantata
One-shot that will eventually be part of a bigger fic. In Sonata I alluded to the day Sam and Kaidan met. Here it is in full. :)
What It Is
Kaidan has never even heard of the Docking Station, a poorly named bar on the fringes of Arcturus’ torus ring that is about as far from the actual docking stations as anyone can get. After consulting the station VI and asking around to no avail, he’d finally had to pin down three reluctant enlisted men before getting pointed in the right direction. 
Turns out he couldn’t find it because officially it doesn’t actually have a name, other than Bay 6527-R.
He’s heard of these places, unofficially off-limits for officers so the Alliance can conveniently turn a blind eye to soldiers blowing off steam, but he’s never given it much thought. Which he supposes is the point. 
He certainly wasn’t expecting to go down this particular rabbit hole at 06:00 to fetch his brand-new XO.
He gets more than a few wary looks when he finally finds the place. Attracting suspicion isn’t unusual, but the amp jack is usually the culprit, not the officer bars.     
The Docking Station definitely isn’t where brass hangs out. Instead of soft lighting, prominent tables and piano chords drifting through the air, this place offers blank walls, shadows, and tables tucked deliberately out of sight. The air feels stale, with the slightly sour smell that usually accompanies early morning regrets. The place probably roars at shift changes, but at this hour it’s quiet, sullen, and aside from a trio of servicemen giving him dirty looks at the bar, nearly empty. 
Nearly. 
The hairs on the back of Kaidan’s neck stand on end as soon as he walks in the door. Biotic fields are like fingerprints – every biotic affects the gravity well differently. Get close enough to someone else’s aura and you feel it under your skin.
There’s definitely a biotic in here. Instead of fingerprints this field is more like a kick in the teeth. Kaidan rolls his shoulders to shake it off and draws in a deep breath.
His AWOL XO sits at a table in the back. Even hunched low in his seat, shoulders bent and hidden in the shadows, Lieutenant Commander Shepard is hard to miss.
Four months after the bloodbath, Torfan is still a regular in the news cycles. Just yesterday one of the networks aired a feature on the Alliance casualties, plastering Shepard’s face right beside a photo of a corporal with her two kids. The Butcher of Torfan, the reporter had called him, right after a thoughtfully posed question about whether the Alliance would ask him to answer for his actions.
A little late on that one. The inquest had happened two months ago and ended with a medal and a promotion. That’s the Alliance for you.
Every time Shepard’s face flashes across the feeds a chill runs down Kaidan’s spine. He has the kind of stare that can wilt an admiral and the posture of a krogan mercenary looking for a target.  
Thankfully, Kaidan hadn’t seen a lick of corona in any of the footage. He could only imagine the collective blood pressure of the Alliance’s PR team. At least it was their problem, and not one Kaidan had to deal with. 
Until he’d gotten his orders to report to Captain Oseguera on the Myeongnyang and learned Shepard was his new XO. Upon showing up this morning to report for duty and learning that Shepard was AWOL, it was now very much his problem.
But whatever Kaidan had been expecting from the Butcher of Torfan, this isn’t it. 
There’s nothing krogan-like about the soldier sitting at the table. The lethal gaze from the vids is watery and unfocused. The empty bottle in his hand isn’t a gun, but he clutches it like one. When the bartender delivers a fresh one Shepard doesn’t look up, merely pops the top off and takes another quick pull. 
This isn’t good. 
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crqstalite · 4 years ago
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19. — fireworks for kodelyn and kallan? i'm intrigued by them :0
Fireworks
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Shepard,
I was informed there was to be a light show somewhere on the strip later tonight. Lt. Vega compared them to something called fireworks. I am unsure of what that means but curious. If you’re free, I would enjoy the chance to watch them with you.
- Kallan
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Kodelyn initially hesitated over the request, reading over it for any hints towards non-benevolent intentions. A light show on the Citadel seemed innocent enough, something friends would do. She hadn’t seen them in some time.
Yet this was an assassin that asked her to see it with her. Yes, she had plenty of friends who were, by definition, mercenaries and assassins like her. Every single one of them had used their respective guns more than once. 
Except Kallan Gautheir was in a league of her own, and not by her own doing. Not a few days ago, this was the same woman that had attempted to kill her. The same woman who wore her face with contempt. The same woman that tried to steal her life right out from under her.
Understandably, Kodelyn’s a bit suspicious. Light shows with your own clone didn’t come with a manual. Or an explanation.
In the moment, it had seemed like the right decision. To grab her hand and pull. To tell her she had more of a purpose than to be...well, her.
It felt like staring at a mirror in that split second Kodelyn had leapt forward and wrapped her fingers around her wrist. As if she were talking to herself, trying to talk her down from squirming out of her grip. To a point, she thinks she was. Projecting, that was. Kodelyn had surprised herself. She was angry. Furious. Brooks, Cerberus, to an extent even the Illusive Man had convinced this woman she was good for nothing but what they’d set her out to do. Convinced her she could never be her own person, follow her own passions. Her entire personality was wrapped up in becoming something she wasn’t.
Or something she was, technically. Kodelyn has to remind herself sometimes that she is really a complete copy of herself. As far as any DNA scanner was concerned, she was Shepard. Well, they both were. Kodelyn was the real one. The alpha prototype, as it seemed. She knew that. The average passerby did not.
Saving her seemed like the right thing to do. The only thing to do.
Those dark, but somehow bright mahogany eyes had widened upon realizing Kodelyn didn’t intend to kill her outright. Surprise painted her entire expression when she was offered to live what life the Reaper’s invasion would allow her. Speechless, when Kodelyn had told her she was free. As if she’d been speaking in tongues or another language, completely spaced out just on that idea alone.
Had she ever been offered a choice like that before? Something says she hadn’t. Something says her short life had been nothing but being told what to do without even a second thought. Kodelyn wants to rectify it, even if she’s fumbling trying to figure out how.
But at the same time, and a little more selfishly, she doesn’t think she could’ve sat back and watched herself die. Watched herself fall to her death among the Citadel wards. That may have haunted her for much longer than she could’ve handled.
Lately Kallan had been staying in the apartment, shut up in the room she’d claimed for herself, closest to the door. Kodelyn had expected her to want to explore, but she’d made herself scarce. When she wasn’t doing that, she was occasionally giving heart attacks to the crewmates that came over to visit. It was a little amusing. EDI was currently the only one successful at knowing which was which upon first glance (which Joker claimed was cheating, rightfully so with her biometric scans), but Kallan had managed to confuse the rest of them. Kodelyn couldn’t help but laugh when James had come over, and Kallan had come out of her room to grab something from the kitchen. All in good, unintentional fun for those on the Cerberus SR-2 crew as they got to know the not-her.
But short of that, Kallan had never made a request to go out somewhere with her. She’d been silently observing, quietly answering questions when prodded. Sitting at the kitchen counter in the mornings with her nose in her omni-tool, or staring out the big picture window in the living room. But the last day or so, she’d been showing some sort of fledgling personality. Curiosity about things outside of the Reapers, mostly a fascination with EDI, but also an academic one of the biotics on the crew. She’d gone out with Miranda earlier in the day, presumably so that Miranda could compile more data on her, but she’d seemed pleased when she returned.
Kodelyn can’t read her. Maybe that speaks more volumes about her herself than it does about her clone.
Placing the datapad back down on her nightstand, she slips a sweatshirt on and pads downstairs. Would it hurt to grant her request? Probably not. Kallan would know better not to start anything, especially in the middle of a gathering. It could be worth giving her the benefit of the doubt, after all, until the party all they have is time. Maybe Kodelyn just wants to sate her curiosity about her as well.
Kallan herself is watching one of the vidscreens with great curiosity, her head slightly tilted to the right. Kodelyn isn’t sure what she’s watching, most likely a drama off one of the vid channels, but she taps the woman on the shoulder. It’s almost as if she’s electrocuted her, the biotic jolting and whipping her head around to look at her. 
“Don’t freak out.” Kodelyn holds her hands up, “Just wanted to see what you were up to.”
It takes her a moment, a critical eye roaming over her form but Kallan relaxes back into the couch, “Then...I am up to nothing. I was curious what entertainment the Citadel had, but I’m not quite pleased with what I’ve found. There are...a lot of inaccuracies in the vids that portray the Alliance.”
“I’m not surprised.” She answers, leaning her forearms on the couch’s back. To a point, she wonders how Kallan can tell the difference, but just how much she knows about their military is an unknown, “People love a good story way more than they do facts.”
“That seems counterintuitive. How could you build a story on a shaky foundation of skewed details?” Kallan furrows her brows, gesturing at the screen. Her reaction makes Kodelyn smile, how many of these had she ever seen? She doubts Cerberus would’ve been showing her entertainment media. Maybe Tali could show off Fleet and Flotilla to her before they had to ship out again, “Regardless, is there something you needed?”
“Got your message. Can’t say I saw any adverts for the show, but lead the way.” Kodelyn nods towards the front door, “I’ll have to admit, I’ve never seen one on the Citadel before.”
Her eyes brighten, pushing herself up from the couch, “You haven’t? I thought they were common.”
“I don’t spend a lot of recreational time down in the wards. This shore leave is one of the few times I’ve been for longer than a day or two.” She answers, “Could be fun.”
“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think it was.”
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Childlike wonder. That’s the only word Kodelyn has to describe the look on her clone’s face when they’d arrived to the venue, watching the show with wide eyes.
Another one of the lights flashes over the strip, crackling with artificial pink and blue fireworks. Kodelyn had been pleasantly surprised, they weren’t nearly as loud as she’d thought they’d be, but just as bright. It seemed to be part of one of the nearby establishment’s routines for the weekend crowd, Kallan had just managed to catch it a few hours prior to them lighting it.
Her excitement was infectious. It’s a little odd, seeing her own face brightly smile in a way she knew she hadn’t in years. Seeing anything flying over head that weren’t bullets was...probably a new experience for her. When she’d said blank slate, Kodelyn hadn’t taken it as seriously as she should have.
She nudges the other woman’s shoulder with her own during intermission, “Good view, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Better than good.” She pulls her jacket tighter around her, turning to face her, “I’ve...never had the chance to see something like this.”
Then she was right. Kodelyn prods the question, “How much of the galaxy have you seen, Kallan?”
Like a wilted flower, the question makes her expression fall, “Not much. The strip, the archives...even the Normandy. All new places in the last couple of months. Before then, I’d never been off the station where they woke me up.”
Kodelyn feels like she’s understandably stunned, “You’ve never been to the Citadel before?”
Kallan is silent for a few moments, other pedestrians passing behind them, “I’ve been cooped up in a Cerberus facility for most of the time I’ve been alive. Brooks kept me there, taught me what I needed to know. Walking, talking, learning how to exist. There wasn’t time for vids or games or whatever else, I was learning how to be you. I’m probably the most mal-adjusted thirty year old to ever exist, to be entirely honest.”
She isn’t sure how to answer that. Her clone was mature, probably recreated with similar neural pathways to put her right at the mental age of thirty, but her memories aren’t there. They aren’t her’s, and she’s...
Still a person. A person with no idea of friendship, comradery, even love. If she did, it was probably skewed by Brook’s treatment of her.
“I’m sorry.”
Kallan raises an eyebrow, “Why? It isn’t as if you were the one that created me.”
“No. But...” What answer even is there? She feels a bit guilty, as if there was something she could’ve done or should’ve done to prevent what’d happened, but there isn’t anything she can think of short of not coming back at all, “It’s not fair what happened to you.”
“I don’t think fair mattered when they woke me up.” Another lightwork goes off, the crowd roaring with excitement. Kallan’s expression lifts into something more wistful while the green lights plays with the shadows on her face, “I don’t have childhood memories, and sometimes I don’t know where you end and I begin.”
“You’re your own person now, Kallan. You’re free to do whatever you want now.”
“I’ve never known true freedom.” The other woman leans against the railing again, rocking back and forth on her heels, “To be entirely honest, I’m not sure what to do with it. It goes against everything I was trained to do.”
“Nothing wrong with breaking a few boundaries.”
“Maybe so.” Kallan says. She gently pulls at the hair on her head, “That freedom does spell something other than looking exactly the same as you now.”
“Got any ideas on what you’ll do?”
“Nothing yet. Lawson -- Miranda, she suggested a new hair color. EDI suggested something far more drastic, but I’m not partial to artificial eye colors. Or tattoos.” Kallan says, softly smiling, “Red maybe. Or blue. Or maybe I should shave it all off. If I had any credits, I might buy something that’s not black or Alliance blue.”
“I’ll see what I can do about it. I don’t have many of my own I can offer you, but I’ll transfer over some funds.”
“Oh.” Her surprise is genuine, yet the idea seems to please her, “That’s very kind of you.”
“It’s the least I could do. I wouldn’t toss you to the wolves like that for fun.”
“I suppose I should think more highly of you.” Kallan tilts her head skyward, “Regardless, I should actually be thanking you for what you’ve already done for me.”
“I’d think I’d be one of the last people you’re thanking.”
“I’d be spattered somewhere in the wards if you hadn’t stopped to help. If you’d let me go.” Kallan says, “If the roles were reversed, I don’t think I could have done that. You’re a good person, Shepard. Guess I wish I was too.”
“Well, you didn’t take the opportunity to kill me in my sleep last night. I think that’s a step in the right direction.”
Kallan chuckles, “That’s only because Alenko would have noticed.” Seeing Kodelyn’s stunned expression she crookedly grins, “But you’re right. If I wanted to, I would have.”
“Kallan, I’m not sure how to take that. You did try to kill me, on my own ship. Only a few days ago.”
“I’m serious, believe it or not. If I killed you, I’d be blamed, and then where would we be? It wouldn’t benefit me at all.” She shrugs. Her voice gets softer, “I wouldn’t want to kill the only person who’s shown me any real respect.”
“Yeah. I trust you won’t try anything against me, and hopefully not my crew either.”
“It’d be the same outcome. I might not have your mind, but I am smarter than that.” She steps away from the railing, glancing around at the people nearby, “Fun how I’m only discovering this side of life at the end of the world as we know it.”
Lightworks crackle above their heads, bathing them in white light speckled with red. Kodelyn puts a hand on her shoulder, “Better late than never.”
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Law and Order - 👨🏻‍⚖️
Life in the/this World is Useless. 
You get up to go to work just to suffer a job you don’t give a fuck About just to Survive in a life you want to lose, Your future is Bleak, your a Mindless, Life Less slave just like the rest of them, a Cog in the Machine Called America, you get Old, Wear out and die are thrown away and the Next retarded kid come by just to suffer all the same fate’s just a little different then you. Society is Useless, GREAT food, water and Distraction’s what people call entertainment ... but our life’s are worthless. 
no wonder every one is so depressed no one can do anything becuz everything is illegal, freedom is Illegal's ! 
thou Haven’t free Will to do as thou’th Wilt and yet thou can not do anything with thay Crazy mother fucker’s that think there ruler matter more then the freedom’s of other’s aka the Age all Retarded saying of, the Law is the law. 
the Law ain’t nothing more then a dam rule, it’s a rule, back up by force, enslave meant in a Stone Stone with Bar’s or death. 
Law and Order is like a Mental Illness that think’s it’s More, Important then the live’s of other’s. 
i Understand law was Created to keep thing’s Awesome as in make sure “bad” thing’s don’t happen, aka the senses of “order” BUT ! law and order has turned into a fucking hellish nightmare, law and order is made our life’s a prison, and you need to be rich just to not only have a House but to pay rent if you got a rent, and then you got to pay bill’s all of the fucking time, the Usa is a Piece of shit place to life and i can see why there are so many Homeless, Money is Next to impossible to get and even harder to Keep, Judge’s are cold and Selfish, thay only care about there bottom line thay DO NOT !!! NOT !!! GIVE ONE SA-LUM FUCK ABOUT YOU !!! 
My Point is .... Our Life’s are useless to our self’s ! in this world ... 
the rule of law and order is utterly Tyrannical !!! and there is soo many Innocent People in Prison for life, or many Year’s or innocent Stupid shit like having a Open beer in the car NOT DRIVING !!! in the back see and a cop pull the car over and either the Guy or every one go’s to jail becuz 1 guy has a fucking Beer open and no one knew the dumb ass “ open container law “ . . .
MY POINT IS !!! THE USA AND MANY OTHER NATION’S ARE TRASH, GOD DAM GARBAGE !!! NO WHERE IS IT WORTH LIVING !!! THERE NO WHERE TO RUN THAT AIN’T SHITTY !!! 
ARE LIFE ARE USELESS TO US, POINTLESS !!! 
EARTH ( Planet ) HAS BECOME A CORPOREAL HELL !!! 
it’s just the Point, I’m Making . . . 
Our Life’s are, Are full of Pain and suffering and dullness, and if thay Can’t Make it Illegal's thay make it a Mental illness, Yah ! that shit is rigged as can fucking be, the head doc’s Don’t give a fuck about your Sanity is, thay only care what thay can brand you with and what Poison thay can Change you for ! as thay Gaslight you, Bullshit you and brain was you. 
My Over all Point is that the mason, aka the one’s that rule the entire world And all the other Secret Society’s have ruined the world, the world, the Whole world !!! and many more then the world becuz thay Temper in other realm’s ! and Maybe other world’s ! 
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Oct. 3
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ALLEGEDLY ANON, Tell me , why was himself attracted to such a spindly legged bint like nutmeg. It’s like watching a Popeye cartoon with Olive Oil telling him what to do. ( comparison photos please anyone) and now has involved himself in litigation on her behalf, as if this wilting violet is such a crushed petal …… really ‘REALLY!! ‘ she’s got a skin thicker than a Rhinoceros. It’s bad timing because of the exposure of the forthcoming vid. “ OMG it’s her”. Allegedly. Speculation of course.
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Oct 4
ALLEGEDLY ANON, The question is’ how far will the MOS go up the litigation hill before they settle OOC, or will they enjoy the Kabuki pantomime it will descend into? I don’t think the BRF wants a public circus in the high court of litigation ,then again I can imagine LG rubbing his hands together at the image of nutmeg swanning into court wearing a denim onesie, and reading a word salad statement prepared by SS describing her alleged trauma 😱😱😱🤣🤣🤣🤣Allegedly,speculation of course.
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Oct. 5
ALLEGEDLY ANON … is it all about archificial?????? O my ‘ a paternity suit. This is going to get quite interesting ‘ so will DNA be produced? Is archificial “ of the body ? I think their both pissed off with the truth. The SA nutmeg show was a disaster …… and for gods sake, what is Harry doing …… it’s now super Kabuki!!!! Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Oct. 6
ALLEGEDLY ANON, The creature from the BLUE lagoon and a few hundred itinerant yachts has set up Her father in a fait accompli regarding the leaked letter ‘ its perfectly ok for a gaggle of chums to blab about said letter , but when her own father claims misrepresentation he’s castigated on the world stage ……… vile women!!! I think LG will string her up by her pneumatic mammaries. Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Oct. 7
ALLEGEDLY ANON, once upon a time , on a yacht in an ocean far far away’ as MM ANON said its opinions ‘ if you install face recognition and then fast forward after reconstruction surgery then you can make an inspirational assumption its nutmeg, after all we have a lot of missing years and information. It’s funny how the media are V. quiet?? but then they have their own dossier on the dubious provenance of the DOS. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.
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Oct. 8
ALLEGEDLY ANON, What’s with the coy 15 year old routine with nutmeg, this from a woman whose sucked more d*** than I’ve had popsicles , she’s got a past that would challenge Caligula, unless you’ve lived in a cave for the last 2 years everyone in the country knows what a POS this grifter is. Let’s hope the BRF gives her the big E. Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Oct. 9
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Canada ‘ move to CANADA!!! What’s she going to do, go back to suits as a Parailegal? I don’t think she will go anywhere near the commonwealth. She hates the RF. She’s disliked and despised. She’s at home more in Calipornia , return to the industry she knows best. This trash has alienated herself from everything she married into. Go home stay home. She’s a classless tramp. Allegedly speculation of course.
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Oct. 10
ALLEGEDLY ANON … kartrashian said “ nutmeg is changing the world ‘ Ummmm ‘ ok , how is that then , O’ I know, by lying about your father bankrolling you upbringing, abortions , having a child, yachting, escorting, tossing salads, golf girl , hockey girl , every ones girl, black and white movies, blue movies,THAT WEDDING ‘ THAT FAKENCY, THAT BIRTH, ARCHIFICIAL, SA. BABY, ……sue the MOS. good luck!!! Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Oct. 11
ALLEGEDLY ANON,SS PR writes her word salad, a vacuous, empty, meaningless diatribe that’s supposed to encourage the audience that are in the unfortunate position of having to listen. PR key words written to trigger an emotional response. ENVIRONMENTAL, FEMINIST, DRIVEN, INSPIRATIONAL, SOLUTIONS , POSITION ,SPIRITUALLY POSITIVE, CONCLUSIONS, I could go on all day with her babbling bull$h!t. We see through you nutmeg!!!! Allegedly,speculation of course.
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Oct. 12
ALLEGEDLY ANON, hey skippy ‘ is nutmeg on public appearance anytime soon ‘ I’m looking forward to her facing the British MOS readers …… and the fortuitous anticipation of being booed. Unless the pubic are unlikely gracious she’s going to get a hammering. One can only hope , she’s an obnoxious toss-pot who thinks her $h!t don’t stink. Treated the BRF with utter contempt. A return to porn awaits,allegedly, speculation of course. 💩💩💩💩💩
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October. 14
ALLEGEDLY ANON, HC’ 30.000 destroyed emails, never indicted …… Benghazi, and she’s got the gall to stick that yachting hooker on a pedestal!! Then slag off the BRF. YEAH RIGHT!!!! Thank goodness we have a REAL ROYAL COUPLE on an official visit with dignity and protocol at the fore- front. I’m a little pissed with colonial trash telling the British how to conduct their lives. F#@ck -em. Allegedly,speculation of course. 😤😤😤
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Oct. 15
ALLEGEDLY ANON , Hoping that nutmeg gets verbal distain from the British public today. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 can’t wait for anons to post.
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October. 15
ALLEGEDLY ANON, The escort in green , himself looks so pleased to be in the company of a (what) ‘I don’t know? What’s wrong with you Harry???????????? … this is becoming beyond Kabuki. Harry plays the game for the sake of HMTQ ……… ok ‘ all roads lead to the So- Hoe. Thank god for W&K ……… a borrowed archificial on SA …… see the photos, allegedly,speculation of course.
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Oct. 15
ALLEGEDLY ANON … 2/10 /19. BLIND ITEM #8
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Oct. 15
ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8……OMG ‘ rhymes with Toss…… JOINTHEDOTS
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Oct. 15
ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8 Oct 2nd. Read this and connect the dots. It’s not Ross ………rhymes with “late”(first name).
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Oct. 16
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Creech St Michael , has seen tinted Discovery’s heading towards the M5. In convoys. ( didn’t someone say she was hiding In Somerset. ) I’m sure there’s a nice soho sponsored hideaway deep in the rural sticks that she’s holed up in. Trouble is , there’s curiosity amongst the well heeled local pop. Allegedly, speculation of course. 👀👀 👀 👀 🕶 🕶 🕶
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Oct. 18
ALLEGEDLY ANON, “WHY DO THEY ALL HATE ME, IM AN HONEST DECEIVING BITCH, I HAVE AN ENGAGINGLY WARM SMILE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. “ IM HAVING A HARD TIME HERE PEOPLE, I DEMAND A LITTLE SYMPATHY!!!! “Well sympathy comes in the dictionary darling, it’s betwee $h!t and Syphilis. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 O’ please post this skippy, 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
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October. 19
ALLEGEDLY ANON, a focus group of 52 million British subjects would find that 78% dislike or have negative opinions about the colonial carpetbagger, 20% undecided and 2% don’t give a $h!t. Survey undertaken by the Sisters of Perpetual Retribution found that middle England and the upper classes have obnoxious contempt for the grifting bint while the working class seek the return of a happy go lucky Harry without the whining wife. All concluded that the BRF should get rid!! Speculation Allegedly.
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October. 20
ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ She’s just existing “ !!!!!! WT(F) existence on a life funded by taxpayers supporting your multi million pound lifestyle ( one million on posh frocks) 4 million on frogcott, private helicopter , private jets , itinerant jollies to see Elton, breaks in £10.000 a night S of France villas weddings in Rome , a gruelling existence in a luxury lodge at soho estate in Somerset, RPO continually, nannies, cooks , shags on tap, ……… Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Oct 21
ALLEGEDLY ANON, HMTQ and TBRF have collectively now ostracised the house of Sussex from their social calendar regarding functions and family events , the only contact will probably be official gatherings like Christmas and public appearance such as the Remembrance Day service which I doubt nutmeg will attend due to her being snubbed to another balcony last year. Harry has now gone public on his feud with William. Their socially screwd. Allegedly,speculation of course.
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Oct 21
IN PRAISE OF SKIPPYS BLOG , this amazing forum is the most tolerant I’ve had the privilege to post on. Thank you dear skippy for posting comments that perhaps sometimes go against ones beliefs. My utmost respect and acceptance. ‘ Your servant and respectful comrade ,ALLEGEDLY ANON.
I can’t say thank you enough…..or tell you how appreciated you all are! Thank YOU!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Oct 22
ALLEGEDLY ANON:- There comes the time when one runs out of superlatives, descriptives, whatever ‘ then you want to tell everyone what you think and a silent hand goes up and you say “ no!! I can’t call her that. Well ‘ fuck it!!!! I’m going to. She is , and has always been a “Manipulative Whore.” Whore ‘ in its most blatant sense. In future Just use the acronym MW. I’ll know what you mean. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Oct 23
ALLEGEDLY ANON, …… purple PURPLE!!! really REALLY!!! The colour of royalty, not a one bit tramp with allusions of grandeur and a sideline in self pity. One little tit-bit that crossed my mind, the use of pharmaceutical enhanced performance. This conduct induces paranoias, believe me I’v been in recovery for 35 years , it’s a hard habit to hide from , and I bet it’s prevalent, uppers, downers , twisters , benders. Mmmmmm’ interesting!! Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Oct 23
ALLEGEDLY ANON … So !! She single handedly saved the monarchy ……… a yachting comforter who is a quid pro Quo whore saved a 1200 year institution from stagnation and decay. Some colonial carpetbagger with loose elastic grifted her a$$ into the BRF and manipulated a Prince who’s a founder member of the easily led club. EPIC !!!! and insults HMTQ last night by disgracing the colour purple.
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Oct 24
ALLEGEDLY ANON, After a year of PR disasters and faux pas nutmeg still doesn’t understand the secret of royal protocol success , simply put ,you “ quietly attract” rather than obnoxiously promote yourselves. W&K quietly grew into the hearts of The British psyche over a period of hard working years,three gorgeous children and a working royal marriage. Unlike the train wreck of this colonial whore dragged into England’s green and pleasant land. Allegedly, speculation of course. ( O’ Harry). 😔😔😢😢
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Oct 26
ALLEGEDLY ANON, So the bitch in Burgundy deciding to vacate her street corner and attend a kitchen meeting with a few collapsible tables and a portable screen. EPIC !!! got out of the electric Audi after a screaming row with himself and went all”power girl” in leather skirt no draws and plunging tits. WOW……… single handedly changing the monarchy 🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Oct 26
ALLEGEDLY ANON, So…… ‘ what next a black top with plunging tits ,a black leather jacket and leather slacks and Harry rides her in on the back of a Bonniville 120 to attend a “ save the children “ lunch at the Savoy Hotel , I can imagine her being intimately acquainted with the Oakley chapter……… word salad and tossed salad in equal quantities. ……… YEP!!! modernising the monarchy, that’s our nutmeg. 🏍🏍🏍🏍🤣🤣🤣
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Oct. 26
ALLEGEDLY ANON, …SS IS GOING TO TRY AND EMBARRASS HMTQ ON REMEMBRANCE DAY BY NEGOTIATING THE APPEARANCE OF THE HARKLES. EVEN IF NOT INVITED,THEY WILL JUST TURN UP. SHES DESPERATE TO SINGLE HANDEDLY MODERNISE THE MONARCHY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Oct 27
ALLEGEDLY ANON, on reflection ‘ Skippy is right, I assume the old damaged wig will be in Calipornia during RD. Our Prince will be attending in his official capacity. Maybe K and C will be on the balcony with ST. GBHMTQAOGC
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Oct 27
ALLEGEDLY ANON ‘ it’s still an anathema to English subjects like myself who grew up remembering the The crowning of HMTQ IN 1952. at WA. That now you have an appendage yachting escort who a few years ago slept with anyone who would give her a leg over her social mobility. Hockey players , chicken chefs , golf pros any suckem and fuckums that crossed her akimbos. It’s a sad time for Britain. Ashley Cole ‘ you dodged a bullet. Allegedly,speculation of course.
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Oct 28
ALLEGEDLY ANON … Dear skippy, the audacity of this obnoxious creature,thinking she will be given the opportunity to speak,spout more of her vacuous word salad and send the audience into a premature coma. The royal family is in quite distain of her infantile manipulations effecting her blinkered husband. The colonial carpetbagger will soon return from whence she came to the rapturous delight of all Britain. Allegedly. Speculation of course.
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Oct 29
ALLEGEDLY ANON, the obnoxious colonial carpetbagger tells porkies!! Outrageous ,narcissistic ,self promotional, hang me out the window and beat me with the National Enquirer porkies !! Its endemic in her DNA , it’s like listening to cnn , she’s a psychopathic extolling conveyer of mendacious verbiage. I sincerely hope that this appendage that is constantly clawing at our once loved Prince retires to her origins … SOON. allegedly, speculation of course.
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Oct 30
ALLEGEDLY ANON ……… That letter had one , and only one project in mind ‘ via that carpetbaggers agenda!!! THE DESTRUCTION OF THE MONARCHY. That trashollop doesn’t want to modernise the monarchy ‘SHE WANTS TO DESTROY IT !!!!!!!!! Why do you think mostly LABOUR FEMALE MPs SIGNED IT. Duuuuuuuuur!!! Allegedly speculation of course
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Oct 31
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Since when did a colonial interloper and wife of a royal have the constitutional gall to write a letter of thanks to a sitting MP? Politics off limits!! The rumour mill is grinding away with innuendo and gossip stirring the “ royal sources” into a frenzy. I think there’s going to be quite a Sunday surprise imminent. The protocol illiteracy of nutmegs PR is embarrassing and sad ,where’s Henry 8th !! Allegedly speculation of course.
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Nov. 1
ALLEGEDLY ANON, are we supposed to be enthralled by this trash bag visiting a soho sponsored bakery with suspect hygiene. No hygiene gloves, no hand/ hair hygiene, the touching of the matted greasy wig the touching the cake, this video should be shown to the Westminster health inspectorate. No hair covering. There WORKING WITH FOOD PEOPLE ARE GOING TO EAT!!!! another PR pratfall.
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Nov. 1
ALLEGEDLY ANON,… some hacks have their tongue so far up nutmegs @rse that rational communication just becomes a sycophantic Dickensian “ ever so ‘umble, mam”. exercise in dickie licking. Such is the passion of their wanting to be associated with the great unwashed one. ( Fame by association )… example ‘ The Telegraph puff piece. I hope Harry is going to adhere to HM. script this weekend.
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Nov. 2
ALLEGEDLY ANON, ‘MORNING NUTMEG, “ I never wanted the media spotlight “🤣🤣🤣🤣, how’s all your contradictions going about media exposure? Media executives say you BEGGED them for exposure ( begging.?………thats another word for it.) how’s our oracle on instant gratification this morning, all those trips on yachts must have had lots of moments of “ instant gratification” and let’s not forget SH and MA. …a tad wounded nutmeg? Allegedly, speculation of course 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤥🤥🤥🤥
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Nov. 2
ALLEGEDLY ANON,……… THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL INSULTING APPEARANCE SO FAR , MILLIONS GAVE THEIR LIVES FROM AMERICA,GREAT BRITAIN AND CANADA IN BOTH WORLD WARS. …… ‘ this disrespectful tramp turned up to be recorded on film without the world wide symbol of respect for the fallen ‘ the Poppy. HMTQ must have duly noted. social ineptitude on purpose. The final insulting straw.
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Nov 3
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Ostracised, financially bereft, ignored and despised. An outed grifter gone rogue. This notary of Babylonian reputation and suspect sexual indulgences will allegedly grace one of the hallowed balconies of Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday. She will contaminate the great and the good patrons of the monarchy of the British public. Please feel free to booooooooo !!
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Nov 4
ALLEGEDLY ANON, WAS NUTMEG SCARED TO APPEAR?? This question is at the top of everyone’s agenda after reports that the colonial carpetbagger has fled her unoccupied cottage in Windsor and jumped on a private jet to LAX. The no.1 priority of slutchess disaster is to avoid being verbally castigated by the public at the RAH Saturday night tribute remembrance service. Also it saves her isolating appearance on The hallowed balcony the next day. A joyous departure for Brits. 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋
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Nov 5
ALLEGEDLY ANON, RE-REMEMBRANCE FIELDS. Expect nutmeg to push ahead of H. Expect it to wear a rainbow poppy, expect her to look for the cameras, expect her stupid rictus grin, as Skippy comments,expect the unexpected. The public once again are dismayed that Camilla will accompany the colonial carpetbagger on this memorable occasion honouring the fallen. I thought it was illegal to drop trash in the hallowed fields. Expect a complete lack of protocol. Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Nov 6
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Dear Skippy The British public are a reserved but unforgiving lot when one tries deception which nutmeg has indulged in. Sooo , if the slutchess and himself appeared together without a minder they would be open to verbal ridicule …… enter stage left Camilla ‘ decorum and protocol would stifle any and all booing from the public,even though they would probably love a good Booo. We wait. Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Nov 6
ALLEGEDLY ANON, NUTMEG to have 2nd child in USA’ FFS, well there’s already a child around according to the Golf organiser where you were a caddy escort, O’ when did you have a child in the U.K.?you mean archificial?? The surrogate dump? Surrogates in the US are ten a penny in Calipornia so a 43 year old grifting yachter won’t have a problem giving “birth” there. You can pay a Surrogate out of the 5mill. Docudrama you’re making in LA. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.
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Nov 6
ALLEGEDLY ANON … THE ROYAL PREROGATIVE. HMTQ. is the head of our 1200 year Monarchy. There was a time in antiquity when only the head of the monarchy could wear the colour PURPLE!! This is so relevant to today’s protocol and practice. Sooooo !! let’s not dilute this ageless and respectful practice. “ are you listening slutchess!! “ ONLY HMTQ …… OK’ good!! now carry on doing what you do best at Soho ho ho ho. Allegedly ,speculation of course
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Nov 7
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Alleged conversation between nutmeg and MA “yeah’ $h!t, tell me about it, stroking his bald f**** head, pretending to be having the best orgasm, haven’t had a decent screw since Madrid. When I come over we’ll hook with George in Malibu, get rat-@ssed , make a weekend of it, NO!! don’t call me, there f*** monitoring my phone, OK sweetie , can’t wait, bye”……… “ yes LG the conversation was recorded by one of our team in the RPO.” … “OK Tony , file under “Your Fu****d.”🤣🤣🤣
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Nov 11
ALLEGEDLY ANON …… remarks about nutmegs upper lip, all I can surmise is herpes , an old affliction resurfaced. God knows, knowing what we know about her colourful history it wouldn’t surprise me that any number of maladies would have infected her, escorting ,Yachting, So-hoing, auditioning, golf-caddying, friends of porn-stars, hockey players,……… social diseases are an occupational hazard. Allegedly, speculation of course 😷😷😷😷😷
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Nov 11
ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ you wanted to see me Gran, “ Yes Harry, about you both slipping into the royal box , protocol depicts placement Harry!! You both sit at the back for a reason, she’s not a royal, and Harry’ her dress was inappropriate for the occasion, one exposes ones cleavage on reality shows , not honouring the fallen. Now pop off to America and try to be a Little understated, remind your wife to return those earrings. They belonged to Queen Mary, remember Harry, discretion not obsession.
And here is why I don’t believe you. Harry is NOT leaving, I hardly doubt HM would be so calm…..and second…MM NEVER borrowed any jewelry from HM! That is fake! Those earrings were cheap…..only HM wears Queen Mary’s pearl earrings….MM has NEVER worn them…..this conversation NEVER happened! And another thing…….Harry would not have moved seats without permission…not that close to HM!
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Nov 11
ALLEGEDLY ANON, ALL HAIL THE DOC. O dear sweet Kate, elegance personified!! On the balcony with HMTQ and Camilla, dressing as You always do , class and dignity. That Cossack style coat with matching (fascinator) or hat. The most photographed woman on the planet. This is protocol and the Royal Family in all its mystique. Long may it live Thank you dear Skippy for posting so many tributes to the mother of our most loved George,Charlotte and Louie. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🦄🦎🧸
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Nov 11
ALLEGEDLY ANON … IMAGES OF A DESPERATE ESCORT … of all the slutty images we have seen over the last two years( too many to mention) there are thousands that her PR destroyed that would compromise her position as a wife of a member of the royal family. Is this the dossier that the DM paid a million pounds for, and the intel. that LG has onmegatramp, that face of a thousand smirks says it all “ I’m untouchable”. Where have those lips been Harry??Ughhhh !! Allegedly , speculation of course.
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Nov 13
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Expect nutmeg to hook up with HRC during the next few days , mutual hugging and @ss kissing. Dorito will appear in a out of focus photo with Harry and nutmeg, a PR statement will announce another pivotal ploy that she will go to the states but may return to be at Sandringham for Christmas, or may not. All smoking mirror Kabuki for the tabloids to drool over and lay false trails. Actually nutmegs in the Caribbean soaking up the men. Allegedly. Speculation of course.
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Nov 13
ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ were going to LA , NOooooo were staying here!! O’ going to Sandringham then , Noooo, were gonna feed the ‘omless at shelter nr Windsor, feed them what , you know Turkey and stuffing,an Brussel sprouts an stuff!!! I’ll take archificial for the sympathy vote , look all humanitarian like’ Haz can f***off to see his gran and I’ll dump archificial on Dorito,then I’ll shlep off to So-Ho house for a quick shag with MA.… 🎼jingle bell,jingle bell,jingle bell c**k. 🎼 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Nov 14
ALLEGEDLY ANON, dear skippy, I know this great blog is not political but KAC just Blitzed ,Wolf Blitzer on CNN , EPIC!! …… The Queen is reported by the DE That she “drops in” on our dynamic duo because nutmeg needs “ cheering up”, and so she has a cuppa with the depression prone actress drawing on her years of experience to inject some positivity, yeah right!! 🤣🤣🤣 we all swallow that bull$h!t. Sunshine Sucks in disaster mode again!! HMTQ DROPS IN ON NUTMEG!! … WTF!!
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Nov 14
ALLEGEDLY ANON, She was pregnant? A shotgun marriage of unhappy people, a WTF wedding cake, a very hurried guest list, no pomp no carpet, only a narc would walk alone down the aisle alone with the knowledge you’ve got him by the b***. A very strange fakency, no record of actual birth date, FFS birth certificate, “ he’s changed over two weeks” , “ can we see his face.” WE ALL WITNESSED HER LIES, WE ALL SUSPECTED SOMETHING ODD. WE ALL KNEW. IF SHES HONEST , WHY THE AGGRESSIVE PR?? 🤔🤔🤔
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Nov 14
ALLEGEDLY ANON, THIS VIDEO OF THE BUMP POPPING WHEN SHE STANDS UP. nutmeg looks very self conscious and embarrassed. ( build-up of air within the prosthetic and a rapid exhalation of compressed air. ) sounds like a “pop”. She compresses the prosthetic when she bends down and air is rapidly expelled as she stands up. POP!! Anyone still think she was REALLY pregnant??? Didn’t think so.
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Nov 14
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Rebecca English , HRC visits nutmeg and archificial Hold up , hold up, didn’t I mention this earlier this week ……… the old hack has stolen my scoop !!!!! Can’t give out good information without it getting nicked by the DM and there desperate scribes. Remember …… YOU SAW IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!!!
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nov 13
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Expect nutmeg to hook up with HRC during the next few days , mutual hugging and @ss kissing. Dorito will appear in a out of focus photo with Harry and nutmeg, a PR statement will announce another pivotal ploy that she will go to the states but may return to be at Sandringham for Christmas, or may not. All smoking mirror Kabuki for the tabloids to drool over and lay false trails. Actually nutmegs in the Caribbean soaking up the men. Allegedly. Speculation of course.
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Nov 14
ALLEGEDLY ANON, So, Rebecca English writes today “EXCLUSIVE” HRC visits nutmeg, ON THE 13th , two days ago Allegedly anon writes , HRC WILL VISIT NUTMEG!! , all we can conclude is that RE gets her information on SKIPPY!!! like so many informants proclaiming scoops they see IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!! And we all know nutmeg visits here. And HMTQ god bless her. Nutmeg reads the blog and then goes up to her bedroom and cries😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Nov 15
ALLEGEDLY ANON, HRC was reported to visit nutmeg and archificial ……… but NOT APPEARING ON COURT CIRCULAR “ Sooooo BS !! It’s all a PR push with the tabloids trying to put some lipstick on this propaganda pig. Rebecca English trying for a try, whooooops , tabloid tosh. Where are your receipts , “ well actually I haven’t any” “ I just printed the gossip” sources darling, sources !! It’s suggested that you’re a good journalist, but that’s gossip, allegedly, speculation of course.
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Nov 15
ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE DEADLY DIARIES, O, yes the Machiavellian manipulator has a diary, ( actually she’s on her third) an intimate record of conversations, events and observations that has “ affected” the “ I’m not OK” Woke scribe over the , leading up to, wedding and disasters afterwards. And don’t let us forget all the “ pillow-talk” she’s chronicled. She’s gathered more $h!t on the royal family over the past year that defies comprehension. speculation of course. Publication imminent allegedly.
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Nov 18
ALLEGEDLY ANON, WELL, here’s a thing, nutmegs coercion of Harry to skip Christmas with the family seems selfish and petty, both PP&HM in their nineties need the love and support of the royal extended family, nutmeg has a younger mother and plenty of years to indulge her self-centredness. She’s not helping the damage limitation by swanning off to Malibu in her poo hat. 💩💩💩… allegedly,speculation of course.
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Nov 19
ALLEGEDLY ANON, The “ court of public opinion” and “trail by media” is a popular hysterical pastime, the peeps need drama , what would we do without the constant daily shower of innuendo and hearsay, gossip and third hand “quotes” from the ever sensational “Tabloids”. Headlines are contagious, insidious deformation of character is the rule of day wether true or false. I’m guilty of jumping on the bandwagon of conjecture. BUT … I suggest we all wait and see. IUPG. allegedly speculation of course.
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Nov 20
ALLEGEDLY ANON, BC logged 26 recorded trips on Epstein’s private jet. “ my friend Bill Clinton sat on that seat”,Epstein said to a pubescent jet traveller as she flew to an assignation with the paedophile Billionaire. MSM seems to have air brushed this out of the public conscience, while castigating PA , BC seems to have very powerful press Associations. S’pose nobody wants to be suicided. Allegedly, speculation of course 💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣
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Nov 20
ALLEGEDLY ANON, PA has fallen on his sword, for whom?? Wellllllllllllll! …… BC and his Arkansas cabal has all the tapes, the FBI , has tapes. but, BC has “THE” tapes. Allegedly there were over 15 cctv cameras in his NY mansion. Hypothetically these tapes would hold very incriminating evidence on most guests visiting the Machiavellian mansion. Teflon bubba has complete immunity from association with young girls to murder. Unfuckingtouchable!! Allegedly speculation of course. 💰💰💰💰👯‍♀️👯‍♀️
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Nov 21
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg courted by Marvel Pictures, Sony, and Disney on arrival in LA. This opens to conjecture her ambitions while in negotiations with said production giants. Courting future ambitions for a return to her former occupation she is using her celebrity to get a foothold into Hollywood ?………… will PH follow??🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Nov 22
ALLEGEDLY ANON … SO… Nutmeg takes down her Wikipedia post on being a “deal or no deal” hostess!!!! Trying to airbrush her dubious past. There’s an interview with a golf tournament organiser about hiring “deal or no deal girls” as “caddy’s”. She said nutmeg as married, and had a “KID” and was very popular girl with the golf pros. Mmmmm ‘ someone let the “KID” out of the bag. Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Nov 22
ALLEGEDLY ANON, I wonder if the cancellation of “ Breakfast in America “ has anything to do with the Epstein forthcoming revelations. Nutmegs been banging on about America’ America, for ages,suddenly it’s all off. I believe she has “history” with PA ( yachting) And with JE&GM procuring?? ( hidden years). She’s gone all incommunicado since PAs disaster interview. PA should suggest,turn up at Hamley’s with archificial buying Christmas presents. Allegedly,speculation of course.
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Nov 23
ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE IS NUTMEG, not at frog cottage, she’s still smarting from being fobbed off with a “cottage” instead of a palace that she spends her time at itinerant different crash-pads in and around the Capital. Secrecy is paramount when protecting nutmeg and archificial, ………… but wait!!! Nobody has ever seen archificial, is he real???? Was he EVER REAL?? nobody knows,nobody cares anymore. Maybe Harry will shed light. Allegedly, speculation of course 🤫🤫🤫
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Nov 23
ALLEGEDLY ANON, with respect, the monarchy is a dignified elder statesman ruling with ageing concepts that haven’t changed for over 50 years. With it come the problems of cosseted contempt. There is redemption, W&K have the professional ability to change and add a new reality of “ we the people” to the monarchy as a young “Family”. Everywhere they go they trailblaze fresh and new examples of a monarchy for the 22nd century. LETS LET THEM!!
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Nov 24
ALLEGEDLY ANON , One thing my little birdies tell me that’s a consensus among the royal family and it’s this. Nutmegs atrocious taste in clothes. The colonial carpetbag has never sought advice from the younger well dressed royal women on he wardrobe, hence she remains the worst dressed offender in Windsor. And no amount of PR spin can correct that. So she’ll remain an assault on the visual senses for The distant future, poor us. Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Nov 25
ALLEGEDLY ANON, POTUS /Melania will stay with the ambassador to the court of St. James and the siblings will probably stay in the same hotel as last year while in London, expect Ivanka to contact nutmeg. The banquet will be a very formal and stiff, Trump will give an address but drift off script, HMTQ will remind all of the importance of NATO. Kate will steal the show and William will endorse his king in waiting credentials. A cool evening. Allegedly, speculation of course.
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Nov 25
ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg is going to choreograph her Christmas card photo because she’s jealous of Kate’s talent in photography. The Green eyed monster is alive and flourishing at frog cott. or wherever she’s sleeping these days,expect a horrifying snap of ginge&cringe with archificial at a suitably obscure location. We wait with baited indifference. 🧣🧣🧣🧣
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Nov 25
ALLEGEDLY ANON, MM said she’s being pitted against the DOC. ………… Ehhhhh , Nutmeg ‘ QUEENS don’t compete with hoes. The Monarchy is the privilege of few , a hoe is a hoe is a hoe. …………… yacht sluts are ten a penny, no matter hoe they married. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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Nov 27
ALLEGEDLY ANON, back in LA and attempted the most difficult of tasks, cooking a dinner? yep’ nutmeg has decided to roast the turkey. OMG, how will she cope ‘ frantic phone calls to Cory, are the roast potatoes crispy, do I put the pigs in a blanket on an hour before the turkey has finished? are The Brussels Firm or soft ? WHAT ABOUT THE GRAVY?? yes nutmeg it’s a nightmare, and your skills are only good in one domain. Not the kitchen!! Allegedly speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🦃🦃🦃🦃
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Nov 27
ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE AGE ISSUE !!!! how old is nutmeg?? my sister is 53 and thanks to PGs wrinkle cream she looks 33. But nutmeg is “ supposedly is 38 but looks 48, her actual age is 43. Another fakency,yehhhh, good luck with that one ‘🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 wants to find another surrogate for a birth in LA. How does Harry live with this fantasising bint. , O yes ,that’s right ‘ he doesn’t !!! Hey nutmeg how’s the Turkey doing?i smell burning. 🦃🔥🔥…… Allegedly ,speculation of course.
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Nov 29
ALLEGEDLY ANON, we now have video footage of a brave member of the public tackling a terrorist with a s/vest strapped to him , the police pull him clear then shoot him. Sanity is restored, don’t fuck about, just shoot the POS. BRAVA MET POLICE. lot of isis returned from Syria recently and more released from jail. They have contaminated our once beautiful city , GSTQAOBC.
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Nov 30
ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE’S THE BABY ?? The most disturbing appearance was at the polo match when she wore the green tent. Nobody acknowledged her or the doll she carried around “RE-WATCH THE VIDEO” that was a seriously disturbed individual. ITS TIME THE PRESS RELEASES ALL THE EVIDENCE THEY HAVE IN CAMERA. How many of the public haven’t seen her barbecue ad? or the undressed maid. Better still , sex on the Jamaican balcony?? ALLEGEDLY SPECULATION OF COURSE. 🤣🤣🤣
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Nov 30
ALLEGEDLY ANON, DEAR SKIPPY, OUR PRIMARY PURPOSE IS THE CONVICTION OF THE COLONIAL CARPETBAGGER, I shan’t loose focus on this procedure, to expose her grifting, lies and entrapment of a Prince. The fakency, illusion of a birth, the doll months , the non appearance of Archificial, the “ soup kitchen “ thanksgiving lie, the ‘ I’m hiding in America,Canada, Calipornia lies. Actually she’s holding up with her minders in SOHOE. trying to arrange her next faux headline.
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wiltenjoyer · 26 days ago
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the best parts of bloo done it
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emperorlotorr · 6 years ago
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Adam’s “semblance flaw”?
I just watched this vid on the previous ep and one point he makes really stuck with me as I’ve seen the point on reddit as wel:
Where the fuck does Adam’s fatal flaw in overusing his semblance come from?????
Not only that, apperantly, he can also only use his semblance with his sword????? Why? If he can channel it into objects he could literally use Blush in the fight? Also...He still has Blush once he realizes Yang has Wilt and she throws it over the cliff (lmao) while Blush is also a fu-cking rifle, we conveniently forget Adam still has a weapon and make him go for Blake’s weapon for symbolism!
Adam doesn’t over-use his semblance at any time in any fight we’ve seen him in except maybe this last one, where he dishes out like three moonslices, the most we’ve ever seen him use? In the black trailer, I’m not 100% certain but he only used it on the gigantic spider robot? During his fight with Blake in Volume 3 He dispatches of grimm and humans without moonslice, fights Blake without Moonslice and then uses it one (1) time on Yang to cut off her arm. In his character short he uses it ONCE when he sees some dude firing at Grisha. Does he use his sword to deflect/absorb power constantly??? YES, so does everyone fucking else, Yang absorbs literally every hit she takes?? Oh wait, they wanted him to be more of foil to Yang! That’s fine, just don’t pull it out of your ass -_-
They needed justification for Yang and Blake being able to take out Adam, even though Blake had even less aura left than Adam, Adam had been charging moonslices his entire fight AND the moonslice he does fire at Yang mysteriously does like zero damage (oh no the arm has *gasp* scratches!). They could have just made him, losing his control a fatal weak point, maybe even his fucking lack of depth perception (as in, maybe the mask covered that like Maria’s eyes) but NO, I guess, coming up with a decent expanation for why a capable fighter like Adam, with more experience fighting actual people than Blake and Yang (seeing as he’s also 4 years older) is too much to ask. I’m not saying they could not have won, I’m saying why they won is weak as shit, might as well have been “the power of friendship” and started a my little pony song playing in the background.
Also also, what is the point of the brand reveal? What’s the point? Where’s the build up (Hurr-durr Adam dislikes the SDC so I guess he raids them like twice damn, that’s some intense hatred right there, I mean, he even went looking for the heiress during the fall of Bea- oh wait, yeah no he didn’t care) Why are we shown this horrific result of racism and abuse? What’s the point? He could have had just a normal scar, the end result on this is the same, nobody cares? Not Blake, not Yang (ohh she gets a “widenng of eyes in surprise”) and Weiss doesn’t even get to see it? But I bet if she did she wouldn’t care because Adam doesn’t either anyway
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latouriste · 6 years ago
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I used to FULLY reject the rose bc I felt it was cliché & overused... now I find that it’s the flower I gravitate & want the most in my space! It’s so telling of how our preferences evolve as we do. 🥀🌹🍂 • I’ve had these beauties in my space since before Christmas and they haven’t wilted or lost their strength yet... in fact, the majority of them are only just preparing for a full bloom! 🤩🙌🏾🌹 • Unlike other fragrant flowers the rose is unbelievably hardy which is tough to do because they have to exert so much effort (as a flower) to create & release their unique perfumes. This is why fragrant blooms tend to wilt quickly... they give their ALL to attract bees & butterflies... to the point where they can’t sustain themselves for much longer afterward. 😭😭 Their life is short lived. • The rose on the other hand... she takes her time, she receives nourishment & preserves it, and remains hardy and resilient despite extreme changes around her 🥀🌹💋 Sound familiar?? Kind of a metaphor for what I’ve been saying for 2019, isn’t it? Receive, thrive, bloom, resilience! • The rose is almost perfectly preserved by pulling them from water at the right moment (right as their fragrance starts to quiet down) and hanging them upside down in a draft free space away from full light. They will last forever! 🌹🥀🍂 • ❤️🌹❓ What flowers, herbs, roots, trees or even crystals you’ve been finding yourself drawn to lately?? Maybe fill your space with them if you can to receive their magick daily! 🌹🥀🕊 also, what plants/herbs/crystals do you find yourself REJECTING?? 😍😍😂 That’s what I *really* want to know, like I rejected the rose for soooo long! // NEW VID for Capricorn Solar Eclipse is up for you, sweet honeybees! 🌹🥀🐝 Receive! 🙇🏾‍♀️💋❤️ Also, feel free to share! #behatilife #behativibetribe #plantmagick #rose #hello2019 #rose (at FrenchQuarter NewOrleans) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsJnbhZFflGL0vAgx03oTtMiO7eyI_-oeMGHXk0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fohthkifws5g
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zforhire · 7 years ago
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Beauty Blogger AU
Obikin Week 2018, Day 8
Prompt: Free Day
 Inspired by an anon prompt on the @subskywalker blog, this is a snippet of a modern AU where Anakin is well-known beauty blogger, and he and Obi-Wan meet through a dating site.  Obi-Wan is Ahsoka’s guardian and she’s a big fan of Anakin’s how-to vids.  I’d like to develop this into something longer; this is what I have so far.
They were waiting for dessert when Anakin dropped the question.  “So, how long have you been watching my videos, Ben?”  He choked on his water, sputtering, and Anakin chuckled as he patted his back.  “Sorry, just,” crooking a finger and trailing it down Ben’s cheek, he offered a half-smile, “I’d recognize my contour anywhere.  You might as well have my name written on your face.”
 Ben had the grace to look a bit sheepish.  “It’s my daughter, actually.”  He took another drink, a long swallow to smooth his throat.  “She’s been one of your ‘angels’ for a while now, and she insisted she help me get ready for tonight.”  
 “Is that so?”  The moment of embarrassment was worth it for the amusement that danced in Anakin’s eyes. “Because it’s me?”
 It took a moment for Ben to realize what he meant.  “Oh, no!”  A vigorous shake of his head, “I can only imagine what she might have pulled if she knew, and I’d no interest in turning our first date into a sitcom episode.”  Grinning at Anakin’s laughter, “No, I didn’t tell her yet.”
 A charming smile, turned first on their waitress as she brought their selections, and then on Ben.  “Well, you can tell her she did a great job.”
 Ben felt heat creep into his face, and directed his attention down to his cake, the same one that Anakin had chosen.  Belatedly he realized he should have gone with a different choice; then he’d have an excuse to offer to share.  He’d taken a few bites before allowing himself to boast about his girl.   “Well, it’s nothing compared to what she does with herself.  Lately she’s been taking her eyebrows—” spearing a strawberry from atop the confection, he gestured with it before popping it into his mouth, “clean off, and drawing in patterns instead.”
 Anakin’s eyes widened in interested surprise, “Bold.”  He scraped some of the decorative sauce up from the plate with his fork and sucked it clean; Ben tried not to stare at the bright stain of color it left on his lips, or his tongue as he licked it away.  “Do you have any pictures?”
 Feigning offense at the question, “Of course!”  As Ben pulled out his phone and pulled up the right album he sent up a brief thanks that Ahsoka had already come up over the course of their chatting; he trusted he wouldn’t have to explain her age or adoption again.  “Here are some of her more recent experiments.” He angled the phone toward his date, found himself pleasantly surprised when Anakin scooted his chair closer, laying his arm across the back of Ben’s to get a better look.
 “Oh, hey—” His expression immediately lit with recognition, mouth curving into a smile, “I featured her once.  I think it was glitter week?”  Their separate checks arrived as he scrolled through the album, nodding appreciatively at the various looks she had designed, only turning from the phone to retrieve cash from his wallet.  
 “It made her whole week.”  Ben tucked his credit card in with his check, hoping after the fact that she wouldn’t see the disclosure as over-sharing.  “She’d be thrilled to know you remembered her.”
 “It was a great look!”  He waited until the waitress had collected their payments before asking, “Do you think she’d like an autograph?”
 “Well, she does call watching your videos ‘learning from the master.’” He couldn’t help smiling, “I think she’d love one.”  Anakin slanted another grin his way before turning to rifle through the pockets of his coat.  Chuckling softly, he shared the sudden realization, “Although it will completely blow my cover.”
 Anakin swiveled back around, prize held in his hand, and winked.  “Well, had to happen sometime.”  Then, tapping at Ben’s phone, “Mind if I borrow this real quick?”  Shrugging, Ben agreed.
 He was not prepared for Anakin to start applying lipstick.  
 Using the phone’s camera in place of a mirror, he parted his lips and followed their curves with practiced ease.  The color looked like some kind of deep wine shade and was, Ben thought, distractingly shiny.  He didn’t notice that his card had been returned to him until Anakin was stealing the pen he was meant to sign the receipt with.  The younger man claimed an unused napkin and began scrawling, looking up briefly, “How do you spell her name?”
 Ben recited the proper spelling and took the pen when Anakin offered it, nearly dropping it as he watched the other man part his lips again before pressing them to the napkin.  He forced himself to focus on the newly returned receipt, filling out the tip and signing it.  When he had finished, Anakin was absently waving the napkin, helping it dry.  “All set, then?”  Laying it back on the table, Anakin slid the napkin over to Ben.
 “I think so—oh…”  Smiling fondly, he took in the brief message, the little wings Anakin had drawn off the first ‘A’ in Ahsoka’s name, the perfect lip-print by his signature. “She’ll be over the moon for this.”
 “I aim to please.”  The lipstick only made Anakin’s smile more eye-catching, and Ben felt himself unexpectedly flushing again.  “Walk you to your car?”
 Not particularly trusting his voice, Ben only nodded.
 The parking lot wasn’t that big so, all too soon, they found themselves standing beside Ben’s blue hatchback; he found himself feeling nervous as he had been as a teenager standing on his front porch.  “So.  This was…” Sudden nerves made him doubt himself.  What if Anakin hadn’t enjoyed it as much as he had?
 The man in question leaned back against the car, long legs crossed at the ankle, his dark lips curling into a warm smile.  “A really good time?”
 His relief was immediate, breath rushing out of him in a grateful sigh. “Exactly.”  Ben’s smile was quick but wide, briefly showing off his teeth. “And, ah—” he held up the napkin he was bringing home for Ahsoka, “thanks again, for this.”
 Anakin ducked his head, waving him off.  “Don’t mention it.”  Then, looking up at him through his lashes, “Can I text you tomorrow?”
 “Yes,” another small, almost shy, flash of his teeth, “I’d like that.”  Ben searched his mind for some nugget of inspiration that could keep their conversation going but came up frustratingly dry. Resigning himself, he nodded pleasantly. "Well, good night.”
 “Ben…”
 Catching his arm as he turned toward the driver’s door, Anakin allowed his loose grip to slide down to Ben’s wrist before pushing up off the car to crowd Ben against it instead.  Barely a breath apart, there was a playful tilt to his lips.  “Since your cover’s already blown anyway…” was his only warning before he closed the distance between them.  
 His lips were as plush as they’d looked as they moved against Ben’s, not quite chaste and slick from their color.  When the kiss broke Ben wilted forward, a breath shivering out of him as he absently nuzzled Anakin’s cheek; a swipe of his tongue revealed a hint of berry flavor, though whether it was from the lipstick or dessert Ben couldn’t be sure. He was shocked to find his free hand fisted in the front of Anakin’s jacket and he forced himself to let go, suddenly glad for the cool metal at his back.  Similarly, he hadn’t noticed Anakin cradling his cheek until the warmth of it was gone.  Even after clearing his throat, his voice came out in a warm husk, “Tomorrow?”
 Anakin flashed another playful smile as he stepped back. “Count on it.”    
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ihopeucomehomesoon · 2 years ago
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got a peperomia polybotrya and took her out of the plastic cup but didn’t have enough soil to fill the pot i got so now she looks like she’s wilting 😭😭😭 i also think i overwatered her 😭 my second mistake bc i watched a yt vid saying they don’t mind cramped spaces so u can typically leave it in its plastic cup thing or add less draining soil types and that they they can be watered once a week if they’re overwatered they can die 😭😭😭😭😭 girl u better live i’m going to cry if i see u slowly leave my life i’ve only had her for two days 😢😢😢
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lcncasters-blog · 8 years ago
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hey everyone!!! i’m d, i’m 23, and i use they/them pronouns. super hyped about being here so i’ma just get right into it
so kai is my fave character and kinda notoriously The Worst while also being The Best, so i’m warning y’all before we even go in that he’s actually so sloppy and wild pls proceed w/ caution. i’ve been playing him for over 4 years. that being said, he does have a fuck ton of information, so while the bullet points are going to be as condensed as i can possibly make them, you should really check out the appearance section (or you can just look at my sidebar which is wonderful artwork of kai one of my close friends did for me --- give them love on their art blog nialls ok SO talented) of his STATS FRAMEWORK and then if you really hate yourself i have a DEVELOPMENT TAG too with a bunch of headcanons (feel free to RB the rebloggable ones from me btw)
LOUIS TOMLINSON? no ⏤ KAI LANCASTER, the DEMIBOY is TWENTY-THREE and was born with a GOLD soul, and now has a GREY soul. i would describe HIM/THEM as EXUBERANT + BRAVE, yet CARELESS + IMPATIENT. KAI spends HIS/THEIR time PLAYING AT SMALL VENUES WITH HIS ALT ROCK BAND AND WORKING AS A NANNY and has lived in seattle for TWO YEARS.
TW FOR TERMINAL ILLNESS/CANCER, SUBSTANCE ABUSE MENTIONS, ABLEISM, & MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM/SUICIDE.
kai was born a gold soul into a pretty posh, old-money typea family in manchester, uk. like i’m talking on his mothers side they’re all doctors, lawyers, scholars, etc, etc, and on his dad’s side entrepeneurs. his parents themselves built a fairly large business from the ground up together that now goes by the name of lancaster industries. their current biggest venture and pretty much what they’ve built the whole of their fortune on is a chain of luxury hotels that you can find basically in every major city in the world.
he had 3 younger sisters who he essentially raised considering his parents were too busy to be around during their childhood. only two of them are still living, his youngest sister having passed a couple years ago at the age of 7 from leukemia.
his mother is literally the devil? kai always hated school/struggled in it for a multitude of reasons, not the least of which were his not diagnosed adhd and his dyslexia, which he never got the help he probably needed for. he’s always kinda just thought he was extremely stupid, and that idea was reinforced by the way his mother always used to tell him the very same thing. “think harder, kai. use your brain.” is a phrase that’s essentially been reinforced so many times in his head, he p much hears her voice ringing in his ears every time he gets so much as vaguely confused now.
that being said, despite how he struggled in school, he was always a very vibrant, kind, charismatic, and magnetic young person. he tends to draw people into him with his silly nature and upbeat attitude, and he’s kind of the Eternal Optimist, so he was fairly popular when he was attending. to say he has eccentricities would be putting it lightly, and he’s loud, never seeming to run out of things to say or fail to command the interest of the room.
anyway things with his mum only got worse in his relationship with her when he barely managed to complete his a levels by the skin of his teeth (and with an absurd amount of tutoring), and then refused to go to the university of her choosing. she p much wanted him to “get his shit together” so he could take over the family business someday, but i am not kidding when i say kai would wilt away and probably legit just die if he had to work in a place like that forever – and that’s assuming he even got through business school in the first place.
his father was always a push-over and sort of was absent/bent to her will when he was around, so he didn’t bother to defend kai when his mother decided 2 cut him off from everything and essentially ex-communicate him once she realised he was refusing 2 be manipulated and forced into shit anymore.
that was at age 18, and by that point he had plans to move out and travel to london with his best mate anyway, so he was basically like “peace out” and got the hell out of dodge. he still harbours a lot of guilt for abandoning his younger sisters, particularly so considering his youngest one fell ill so soon after his departure.
he lives, breathes, and sleeps piano. music as a whole is something he’s passionate about, having taken the time to develop his somewhat unorthodox voice, but the way his fingers fly over the ivories is a living art form more than it is anything. it’s how he communicates, how he speaks his deepest truth and just like? put those feelings out there into the world that he otherwise wouldn’t be able to articulate in the common vernacular.
so what he wants to do with his life is to just? talk to people? through his music? to play for them and the be in front of a crowd every night and to feel the energy of them, to command them with his presence and to exist with them in that way. he almost gets high off of it? he’s been playing small shows since age nineteen with his band, but since he moved to america he obvi hasn’t had them and has been on his own.
SORRY I’M REALLY TRYING TO CONDENSE THIS so ok basically he was in love w this girl from the time they were 14. they lost their virginity 2 each other, they were on & off all through HS, & then through to age 20 after he moved away and all that. she was v v ill and struggled with mental illness and kai tried his best 2 take care of her, but he was always in over his head despite his dedication to like making her feel OKAY. she needed help that he could not give 2 her, and they ended up breaking up & him letting her go at the end. she died soon after that, and it remains unclear 2 him whether or not it was a suicide. it was officially ruled as an “accident”, but he knows different and yeah i mean. essentially like.... the most “smudges” on his soul kinda came from his sitch w her bc he was always coming and leaving and dropping her and returning when she needed him and like. he TRIED but he just COULDN’T? anyways
after that he got involved with this boy who was a substance abuser, addicted to H to b exact, and for a while he thought that he was getting better and they were building off of each other, building a healthy life together. the fact he called kai his “new addiction” was probably never a good thing, but kai didn’t recognize that at the time. they got engaged eventually, and kai was 100% convinced that he was the actual love of his life after caro. of course, in the end, it wasn’t built to last, and when it went bad, it went really bad. kai eventually felt like there was a chasm several miles deep between them, and he had no hope of getting to the other side again. he broke it off, broke the guy’s heart, and made his soul even darker.
THIS NEXT ONE IS KINDA AN OPTION CONNECTION OKAY SO IF ANY1 IS INTERESTED PLS PLS LMK!!!
kai has been posting vids on YT of him covering songs on his YouTube for like actual years, and when he was around 20 he met this person via the comments section on one of them. they seemed to be quite the fan of his interpretation of some of the songs he chose to play. they ended up talking more and more as time went on, exchanging contact information, and grew very very very close.
that was the start of the LDR that is what brought him to america/to seattle in the first place. they were together for about eight months and had seen each other in person three times for a total of about 3 weeks before he made the decision to get started on his visa and move to the states. the moment he was able to, he crossed the pond and moved in w them!!
strain on their relationship was created when at first kai was unable to find work and contribute to the bills and the household funds. they lived in a tiny flat, and going from barely seeing each other to having each other all at once and all the time was a lot. on top of that, kai was homesick and restless and felt trapped because that’s what kai does and it’s not okay and it’s totally wrong and he cheated on them soooo there’s another tick against his soul ig. within six months of his arrival, they broke up, and kai moved out.
he couch surfed w some friends he’d met 4 a while, and eventually found a decent paying job as a nanny for a well off family.
he plays live shows at small venues in bars/clubs and still seeks to make a living as a musician but it’s hard out there and plus his soul aint exactly the prettiest to look at any more. i mean he doesn’t have a DARK DARK grey soul, it’s more a lighter grey, not quite silver, but definitely not storm clouds.
he’s still working on getting his full citizenship though he’s v v v close 2 it & has been lowkey getting help from his cousin w paying for the process so!!
THAT’S BASICALLY IT
last but not least IM REALLY FUCKING SORRY  ICOULDN’T MAKE THIS SHORTER I JUST HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS AND fEELIGNSA
SEND ME AN IM OR LIKE IF YOU WANT TO PLOT!
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hjbender · 8 years ago
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WIP Wednesday
Last October I started a Gundam Wing horror fic which I planned to debut at Halloween. Halloween came and went. I then decided to turn it into a horror-at-Christmas story. Christmas came and went. Now I’m certainly planning on completing and posting it in time for Halloween this year or go insane trying.
Here’s a snippet of that story, which is still untitled. The synopsis? Heero Yuy dies. But then he doesn’t. Yes, it’s the attack of the Wing Zero Zombie, and he has unfinished business.
He would be buried.
Duo insisted upon it, even in his grief-stricken state. There would be a funeral, a coffin, a headstone, everything, just like they used to do in the old days. None of that cheap bake-blast-and-bonvoyage like they did on the colonies. Heero’s memory deserved better than that.
Quatre tried, in his sensitive and gentle way, to explain to Duo that this wasn’t really necessary, that Heero would have probably preferred cremation to interment. His suggestions were answered with acidic remarks about which of them knew Heero better—a remote friend, or his roommate for the past ten years?
Quatre understood Duo’s quips for what they were and changed his tactic, offering as much solace and support as he could. It wasn’t Duo’s fault that Heero had been so tentative about their relationship. It wasn’t his fault that Quatre and Trowa had been happily married for the past eleven years and devoted their time to fostering children and rehabilitating abused animals. It wasn’t his fault that all Quatre’s dreams had come true while he and Heero were still trapped on the same rollercoaster they’d been riding since 197. It wasn’t his fault that the shuttle experienced a critical hull failure and depressurized four minutes after leaving Earth’s orbit on the seventh of October, A.C. 208. It wasn’t his fault that Heero—immortal, inimitable Heero, who had cheated death and beat the Zero system and become a living legend at eighteen—had died in the cold vacuum of space, on his way home with a black velvet box in his pocket and a question in his heart only Duo could answer.
It wasn’t his fault. For once, it wasn’t his fault.
It had been Relena’s idea to lay Heero to rest in the Cinq Kingdom Royal Cemetery, that lovely green knoll overlooking the western sea, among the stones of the Peacecraft family. Duo had agreed and thanked Foreign Minister Lemaire (née Darlian) for her generosity. They had been able to speak to one another on the vid phone well enough, but when they saw each other on the day of the funeral, they both began to weep and didn’t stop until the day after the burial.
“Any time you want to see him”—visit his grave, thought Duo, because he’s dead and there’s nothing to see—“you are welcome to stay with Michel and me,” she said.
So Heero got his coffin and his headstone and his large, stately funeral, the president of ESUN delivered a heart-touching speech beforehand, tears were wept, a hymn was sung, and Heero Yuy was buried beneath six feet of dirt with the black velvet box in his cold, stiff hand. The mourners parted ways and returned to their homes, their jobs, the ebb and flow of their existences, minus one.
Heero slept in the ground, in the dark and damp, his white silk suit growing black patches of mildew. The formaldehyde in his arteries had gone hard; his eyelashes remained long and pretty even with his eyelids glued closed; his jaws were surgically wired shut; his organs, thoroughly reamed of their contents and infused with embalming fluid, lay heavily in his body like sacks of mud, awaiting their eventual decomposition.
Twenty-eight years old. Surrounded by soft satin pillows and tender notes written by his closest friends. A teddy bear at his right shoulder, a lily—now wilted and brown—on his chest. And all around him, the sound of nothing.
There is no quieter place in the world than what lies on the other side of a coffin lid. Not even the absolute silence of outer space can compare to the stillness, the ultimate finality, of an oblong box in the bosom of the Earth. Capsules might become caskets to those unlucky travelers of the stars, but space is a poor substitute for soil, which muffles the sounds of the living world above and blacks out all light, allowing the dead to sleep undisturbed.
But every now and then, a coffin becomes the instrument of the most horrific note in all the world.
The scream of the undead.
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hi wilt!! i love love love your art and im so glad i found ur blog again, thanks to that cute shadow painting (im using it as a wallpaper, hope thats ok!!) 😁 wanted to know if youve done speedpaints before?? i'd love to see ur process!! regardless have a good day/night and stay awesome!! sorry this got long heh
hi!! yes you can use my stuff as wallpapers, and yes i used to make speedpaints but theyre old and outdated. here’s my channel if youre still curious, but only the most recent vid (about mech ocs) is relevant to how i still make my mechs. i havent felt confident enough in my current process to record it because its.. a mess. but maybe i’ll pull it together and record a new one just for you 
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