#yapped so much to myself i had a whole topic change

[emioliravioli]

umm rate the birthday invitation i guess???? my mom really wanted me to draw something, so i just.... did this lol

[brekk3red]

On Lizzie and Tommy Shelby

☆ A Yapping Session ☆

Notes: I've recently finished the last episode of Peaky Blinders and I have so much on my mind regarding the relationship between Lizzie and Thomas. There simply isn't enough content online to accommodate for my internet surfing, so I'll post my thoughts on here instead, mainly about why I don't think the ship would ever work out. Spoilers and (probably) many grammatical errors after the cut!

It isn't that I don't want to like Lizzie x Tommy - in fact, I was on my knees the entire show praying that they would work out. Eventually, though, I lose hope seeing their relationship struggle to move beyond a painful, one-sided love for the majority of the entire show (except towards the end, but more on that later). It gets to a point where they need a miracle to work.

I should also mention Grace. To me, her significance in the show seems greater when she's dead than alive. I didn't even think that she would make an appearance again after season 1, and that her role is to solidify the distrust Thomas has in others (caused by their entanglements followed by her betrayal). I don't dislike her at all, but I don't think I ever got the chance to truly invest myself in her story before she is already killed. What the show stresses most is the impact her death leaves on Thomas. He is tortured by grief, self-blame, guilt, etc.. So while I don't care much for Grace x Tommy, it's not difficult to see that Thomas will never love anyone as much as he loves Grace.

As for Lizzie, she is who Thomas turns to after Grace's death. They haven't had much of a romantic history beforehand, but a sexual one turned professional when he offers her a job as his secretary (I will try to avoid recounting everything in the show lest this gets boring). During this time, Lizzie acts as his emotional crutch. This doesn't mean much, just that he uses her body to distract himself from the grieving of his late wife. Although he is the one to promise her complete exemption from her past job as a prostitute, he breaks that promise once at the Derby race, then again by basically treating her like one to cope with the loss of his wife. The only difference now is that she is exclusive to Thomas, almost willingly so because she harbours feelings for him.

Their sexual relationship continues throughout the seasons, and he turns to her once more when memories of Greta (pre-war Thomas' lover) resurfaces. So really, up to this point, there isn't a time when he has sex with Lizzie, with Lizzie in mind.

Lizzie's pregnancy prompts their marriage due to the stigmas surrounding children born of wedlock at the time, so it obviously isn't out of love. Nothing particular changes afterwards and Lizzie remains a long shot from ever comparing to Grace. I probably will go back to this topic a lot, but the difference between Thomas’ interactions with Grace contrary to other women is huge. Their sex scenes (often in slow-motion with backing music, etc.) is exceptionally intimate in contrast to the furniture-thumping, lustful fucking he has with prostitutes. Lizzie unfortunately falls into the latter category. Where even well into their marriage, she has to personally demand they do it on the bed.

That whole episode really stands out to me regarding their relationship. Thomas has no qualms in bedding other women while married to her, and Lizzie knows this. Yet she only goes as far as to forbid him from doing it in their own home and not within a day of holding their daughter’s hand (I think). It’s pitiful and only gets worse when Thomas drops the statement that she is “his property” and no one else may touch her. That sounds like something younger me would read on Wattpad and giggle and kick my feet (shame on me), but there is nothing commendable or romantic about this. While Lizzie has to negotiate against his cheating, he brazenly chalks her up as an asset in his inventory, like he would a car or a horse. Possessiveness also isn't love (‼️). There is a clear power imbalance in their dynamics; Lizzie is never in control, Thomas is. He almost never listens to anyone, let alone her. It is always him who makes the decisions and she could argue all she wants but inevitably, she would have to be the one to submit.

More specifically about Thomas' infidelity, I would understand if he has sex with other women for the sake of furthering his plans, such as with Jessie. After all, he isn't in love with Lizzie or their political marriage, so it wouldn't burden him to cheat on her if it means that he gets what he wants logically. However, he doesn't just do that. He hires prostitutes and speaks to Lizzie within the span of seconds and doesn't bat an eye. At some point even basic respect is lacking in their relationship, a relationship that Lizzie has been so loyal to, yet she is constantly met with nothing but humiliation. She holds the title of being his wife, but what supports it other than some rings and legal documents?

Heading towards the last few episodes, Thomas strives to change his ways due to false news about his impending death. He becomes more considerate of Lizzie, shows his care more often and more openly, but their relationship couldn't be salvaged with the given time constraints. At some point, Thomas says "I love you" for what is probably the first time. The way I see it, though, is that he is pushing himself to love her because he knows that is what she wants, what will make her happy. It couldn't, and doesn't work, especially given the short time they have. Even if what he says is true, Lizzie ends up leaving him.

I like this ending. Thomas is right when he says that she deserves better. My gorgeous, breath-taking, soul-stealing queen does deserve better than him and it's about time they let go of whatever relationship they have. While Thomas cares for Lizzie immensely, their relationship is more toxic than not and he ultimately couldn't give her what she needs and deserves after all these years. Sometimes things don't work out and that's okay. I hope that they do not return to each other in the movie (if it comes out), but find separate, better lives for themselves.

Notes: that is all of my late night rant, i may just be spewing nonsense atp so do tell me if i've gotten anything wrong or if you have different takes on these topics. thank yew (❁´◡`❁)

[genericpuff]

Big steps are scary, but not moving forward is scarier u.u

So I've been sitting on this post for a little while now, I had planned to post it a few days ago but then I crashed for a nap and woke up to the news of LO ending so wound up using that as another excuse LOL

The last few months have been, to put it lightly, brutal. It's not that anything has happened, it's more like nothing is happening - the usual slow season in tattooing has been especially long, with especially less clients coming through the door, so while it's given me loads of free time to prepare for my conventions and work on other projects, it also means I'm not making as much as I'd usually make. And what I usually make is typically what supports everything I do here.

This has basically been me for the last half a year:

(riding it out, just riiiding it out, whoof)

I'm very fortunate to have a job that satisfies my dream of making a living off art, controlling my own schedule, and making money doing it to boot - but the caveat to it all is that it's a luxury service that relies on the economy around me doing well, and the economy around me right now is very much NOT doing well. I'm also very fortunate that my savings are capable of supporting me, but that's all they are, savings - if I'm not making anything, they'll burn up eventually. I'm not sure how physically capable I would be of going back into retail / food service, and it's honestly just not something I want to do after coming this far as a tattoo artist.

I've also learned how valuable and necessary collaboration is during projects like these. Not just to supplement the quality of the work itself, but to supplement the working experience as a whole. Working with an assistant has been an eye-opening experience in that regard.

When I set out to make this account, it was for the purpose of LO shitposting, edits, essays, and nothing much more than that. I wanted to keep it separate for the sake of my mental health and for the sake of my separate audiences, because when I started here, it just... wasn't a popular opinion in the slightest to have opinions about LO and comics like it outside of the positive norm. I had a lot of fear for a long time built up in my head over it, but as time has gone on, I've fortunately had mostly positive experiences and even when they aren't positive... I've proven to myself that I'm capable of moving forward through it all with my head held high and that these scary experiences aren't as scary as they tend to seem in my head. That's really just the funny thing about fear over any sort of 'risky' endeavor.

That said, I've also branched out a lot more from this blog's original purpose. I've talked about the process of making webcomics, Webtoons as a platform, offered alternatives to creators seeking refuge from the more corporate platforms, given out writing and art advice, discussed topics concerning Greek myth, shared my own original works, and basically just naturally progressed into talking about and doing other things because LO will end eventually and I don't want to restrict myself to talking about the same comic forever LOL

This is a crossroads that I've been at for a few months now. And I know nothing will change unless I take a step forward. It might wind up not being in the right direction in the end, but it's forward, and that's all that really matters to me, because staying in the same place forever isn't good for anyone.

So, I guess I'm gonna stop yapping and just show y'all what I've been working on! I brought this up in a Twitch stream the other day and people in the chat were all very supportive and optimistic, so I'm hoping those of you who follow me here will be too ╭( ･ㅂ･)و (and if not, well, you can kick my ass in my inbox later LOL)

I've applied for my genericpuff account on Twitch to become an Affiliate channel and am just waiting on the approval process. Assuming everything goes through well enough, y'all will be able to subscribe to my channel or support it with bits. If I do get approved I'll be doing a rehaul of the channel design and offering some fun lil' goodies for the chat, and I'll be trying to stream at least twice a week.

So please go follow my Twitch account if you haven't yet! It's the best way to get early sneak peeks of Rekindled, as I'm usually working on new episodes, but we're usually also chatting about LO, webtoons related stuff, and other fun topics ٩(｡•ω•｡)و

But now for the biggest new addition - I've started a Patreon account specifically for my genericpuff stuff ! Normally I would redirect anyone who asked to my main Patreon, but it's not as active nowadays simply due to my original projects being on hiatus. And it's not exactly the best space to share any bonus goodies related to my genericpuff account.

That said, I want to make it clear that I will still be putting limitations on what I offer on this page. Anything related to early access sneak peeks will still be free for all. This will be a glorified tip jar first and foremost, most of what I will be offering as bonus goodies and incentives will be stuff like time lapses of pages, art tutorials, original character designs, critique requests, early access adoptables, deleted scenes, etc.

Basically it'll be stuff that I'm already making (or want to make) but will be exclusive to patrons that won't be tied exclusively to the reading experience of Rekindled. The comic will always be free to read, not just because of the legal stipulations of it being a fan project, but because I want it to be.

Alternatively, if you want to access the stuff I have planned for my original work that I will be posting as early access to my Patreon once it rolls out, you can support that Patreon here!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you all so much for supporting what I do here, in all of its niche craziness. Building this little community over the past year has been life-changing, and I don't say that lightly. I've worked very hard to maintain what I'm doing here, and I'm going to continue doing so - it's a privilege to write and draw for you all week after week, and I appreciate any and all support you can give so I can keep managing what I do.

And if you can't, that's okay! The best way you can support my work is to read it, share it, and engage with it! Remember that reblogs will always be more beneficial than likes, and please don't ever be afraid to pop in to our streams or into our Discord to say hello! It would be a joy to have you ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

Thank you all so much. This has been a big barrier to overcome on a mental level, my anxiety is through the ROOF right now, but I'm so grateful and glad I have such a wonderful circle of readers, community members, and friends who have offered their reassurance through this slow season and process of seeking support. Whether or not this is a step in the right direction, it's at least forward <3 And whatever comes of it, we'll see. But I'll be riding it out all the same ~

[solidaritygaming-fanblog]

guys hear me out

Jimmy solidarity... right???? You hear it??? You get it??? Hang on lemme yap about some (only some) of the lyrics

"Let me tell you all about 'my' life, speaking in a round of 'someones' life" - LIFE SERIES LIFE SERIES. HOW HIS DEATH IS TREATED AS AN UNAVOIDABLE TRAGEDY, A CATALYST FOR CHANGE IN HIS TEAM MEMBERS CHARACTERS. FUCK. It doesn't feel like his life is his, like anything he does will matter.

"How do I survive the thundering?" - Thunder. Lighting strikes when a player permanently dies. Oh I'm gonna be sick

"Now and Then, Now and Then, I'll just break again" - okay there COULD be an esmp reference in there, but I think it's him reflecting on his past series (or Third Life maybe) and comparing it to how he is now... either in a freeing "I beat the curse!" way (unlikely) or in a "I'm stupid I'm useless I'm weak way" (likely... Jimmy stop hating yourself challange impossible)

"A pair of flowers budding calms me ever so" - he's kinda always paired off with someone, even in a larger team- and even then, if that person changes their mind or lies to him, he still can't help longing for them (coughs in Last Life boogie blockers). Also obligatory flower husband's reference

"Bid my blood to take its hurting the rage, the rage, the rage, the rage" - He's ALWAYS angry and hurting. He always has something to be upset about and even if he chooses not to show it, which is often, it's still churning deep below in grudges. He's hopeful, but the anger and hurt expects the scorn he always receives.

"It's never the same... right?" - Every life series is wildly different, with each gimmick intended to allow players unique skills to shine through and let them take the win- and yet; he always dies first or second (in official series). Things always go the same for him- nearly always.

The whole "crying alone" bit and "Don't come any closer" - Ah, jeez... I can't even bear to express some of my feelings about this. In the series where his death had the most effect on him, Limited Life, he would have been alone for a while after dying (goes for a lot of previous games before)... plus (as someone who has played in multiple Limited Life fan-series) its TERRIFYING. I had to ban myself from playing them because it was taking a massive toll on my mental health. You only feel like you achieved or meant anything if you let your team mates slaughter you, and if you die stupidly, youre left shaking from hatred fueled adrenaline. How long did he spend alone in spirit worlds, shaking to the bone? Since the Curse has some effect on his team mates as well... forcing people away to not drag them down as well. It's real man, it's real.

Also this whole genre of music (vocaloid style upbeat songs about depressing topics) is very in Jimmy's style. He looks so cutesy!... and has some of the angstiest elements of the whole life games crew. Yeah sorry for the yap session I just love this song so much and it's Very Him.

[megumi-fm]

26th to 30th Apr; doa🚲 complete!!

hi. gah. okay. here's my wrap up for the month

📝 prepped for and completed the last set of internal tests for this degree [2/2] (which I got through after much cribbing and whining and quite literally projecting study topics onto my blorbos 👍 ) 📝 started GRE prep!

🎓 got some gradecard related paperwork done 🎓 spoke to my prof regarding my internship deliverables for uni—report format, certificate requirements, etc etc

📥 I voted! it was the first central elections since I turned to an adult and the whole experience was quite interesting

💻 completed a bunch of tasks for my internship

💻 made like a super extensive flowchart about all the work done at my internship which took me like a total of 20+ hours T-T 💻 finished preparing my Uni Internship presentation! 💻 submitted the presentation to the assistant guide, waiting on her response to make changes atm

🍶 7+ glasses of daily water intake 🎵 svt's new single is out and I've been going insane about it and thus this challenge comes to an end... I had started this off as an 18day daily habit tracker but then it kind of grew out into a challenge for the month. Special thanks to Yumi the loml <3 (@thelastneuron) for starting the Days of April challenge (Yumi idk when you'll see this but i miss you and I hope you've been kicking ass during your hiatus). also massive thanks to Zip (@zipstidbits) for leaving the kindest comments/tags on my post during the past week and to Tanishka (@booksbluegurl) who is literally the sweetest and has been sending in asks and keeping me company during this challenge <3

there's a lot more i wanna yap about in regards to how the month went but I'll leave that under the tags xD goodnight besties <3

month end brainrot

april started off with dips and more dips but by the end of the month it feels like I've caught up. productivity is a wave so as long as I keep riding at it i'll be okay.

also. progress is cumulative. even the seemingly inconsequential completion of daily tasks has lead to an overall improvement through the week. things add up

I spent a lot of time this month (and moreso this past week) feeling dejected that I've been leaving my tracker posts (and my digital planner entries) incomplete... but like. the whole point of trackers and planners (and this studyblr) is to get work done. work is the priority and the tracking is a means to an end. so if im getting work done that is already a win. yeah... i've had to keep reminding myself that

there is no one-tool-fix for tracking and journalling. what works for planning out one task will not work for the other. I need to strop trying to fit all my plans into one formulaic strategy box

on that note. it's time to return to handwritten journaling. digital journalling (notion + YPT + discord + tumblr) was fun while it lasted <3 but my brain needs novelty again so it's time i switch back. I think I finally have an idea for a system that could be sustainable for me... although I say that every time I switch to a new form of tracking. but hey. as long as it helps me get work done for whatever duration of time, it's good enough

using kpop and kdrama references to make notes and study really paid off. ngl I only did it cause I was super desperate but incorporating stuff I couldn't understand with a topic I really like paid off. It also gave me the motivation and momentum to study for much longer than I otherwise would have

last but not least. my water intake has been really good this month! I've also been eating healthy and I've been cooking more my phone usage has also been reduced by a lot. sure none of them have had a perfect streak but i started at zero and it feels like I've levelled up quite a bit. the exercise component has been a bit difficult to maintain given my workload :/ i need to figure out what to do about that...

yep. that's it for now. this month really tired me out, I think im gonna lay off daily challenges for a while. For now I guess I'll stick to my (bi?tri?)weekly tracker posts xD

[justhereformilgram]

Why yes I do find myself becoming enthralled with multimedia stories primarily told through songs and sometimes manga and other ways with characters labeled numbers one to ten who are all so complicated and deep <3

Under the cut is spoilers/speculation for the Kagerou Project and trial one and trial two of the MILGRAM project! If you’re a fan of one of these I recommend checking the other two out! Also discussion of suicide topics and general dark content considering these tragic characters

Ok those up above are just paired by number (prison number and order of joining the mekkakushi dan) but here is how I’d pair them based on power/themes + explanations, maybe even if there was a crossover or au sort of thing. The ones with the blue squares are what I think definitely fit while the others I had to go back and forth on

prepare for a ton of yapping. Lol. Lmao.

Kido and Haruka: Abandonment and attention issues + the power to conceal yourself so you don’t get noticed is really interesting to me… Kido is more confident and blunt than Haruka, and yet, I do think they match up fairly well.

Seto and Mahiru: I was debating on giving Seto’s power to Yuno or even Es since it’s like. I don’t know people pleasing/the whole motif of trying to see inside of people’s minds but Mahiru having mind reading powers compels me, since she’s so empathetic. It would also make her indirect murder so much more messy since she would have likely tried to show her love more if she could viscerally sense her boyfriend struggling, but ough.

Kano and Kazui: now this. This fits like a glove. They’re all about lies and pain baybeee… Yobanashi Decieve is such a perfect Kazui song it’s not even funny. (Using the Will Stetson Eng Lyrics but like. Come on)

“Act normal and all of that, but my heart’s still rushing fast so easily”

“I bit the fruit (apple motif!!) and the snake burrowed inside of me”

“But that’s only right, cause I’m a monster in kind”

“Listen closely to this coward’s beating heart, a selfish face that’s seeped in pain, the only me that remains”

“Though I say I’m really lonely, nothing’s ever gonna change”

Mary and Amane : Okay this is a more of a hear me out but hear me out. Both sheltered from the outside/real world, albeit for different reasons, Amane by her religious organization, Mary by her mom since she has Medusa blood. Petrification as a power would be helpful for amane in that murder and/or not getting hurt again, and/or punishing sinners. Also I think Amane would judge Mary since she’s all about stopping the natural cycle of death with all those timeloops

Muu and Momo: Simply they are both popular and that power of drawing eyes is so perfect for that. Less good for Muu once everyone turns on her but it still works.

Ene and Fuuta: This is so just because digital media like video games and twitter are so important to Fuuta like yes go into the computer buddy and cyberbully on another level. They also have similar outward prickliness <3

Shintaro and ES: this is really just about main characters and retaining eyes probably going to Es…? Wasn’t too sure of this one myself tbh

Hibiya and Mikoto (and John): Ok Focusing eyes I couldn’t really think of anyone since it’s very niche but ehh..? Graphic artist??? I do think a kagerou daze situation with Mikoto and John of John trying to save Mikoto in a death loop would fit them before the twist that oh no, sacrificing yourself just continues a different cycle…

Konoha and Kotoko: they can PUNCH. mostly did this one because kotoko would love to have the power to punch people to death and also. Well. Most inter-party kills. In konoha’s case due to possession but Kotoko would prob use hers for cold hard Justice

Hiyori and Shidou: ok this was Clearing Eyes since timeline shenanigans makes it so that Hiyori isn’t part of the group most loops. Maybe I should’ve put Kenjirou instead… well… welp. Shidou would go that far for his wife, that’s all I’ll say, and also the snake of knowledge fits him

Ayano and Yuno: Wasn’t sure about this one, since tbh Novel ES (the girl one) probably fits Ayano better, but Yuno having such a emotional power, able to express her feelings to another, while having everything she has going on could be interesting. Maybe Yuno matches Hiyori better I don’t know LOL Ayano is my favorite of the kagepro bunch though

[memoirsofamanager]

Bonjour Monsieur André!

How are you doing this fine day? I was wondering how you and Monsieur Firmin met, and how you came to own the Opera Populaire?

- your bespectacled friend

Good evening, my friend! I have just finished off a rather lovely cup of tea and am now doing quite well. I hope you're having a nice day as well!

As my dear Firmin would no doubt confirm, I often come into interesting situations purely by chance – my meeting him and our subsequent acquisition of the Opera Populaire are no different!

[Note: Since you've just hit some of his favorite topics, Monsieur André is about to go on quite the escapade of yap. To spare his followers' dashboards, it will be under a cut. Godspeed.]

You see, me and Firmin, we've known each other for a long while. He's been my greatest companion for years! I had met him at a local theater – I ran right into him in the hallway, nearly got us both knocked right to the floor. See, we had both been dragged along by our folks to go see a performance that night.

Now, I don't know what it was about our ensuing interaction, but I decided straightaway that I wanted to get to know this fellow who had been so delightfully rude to me. Oh, he resisted my attempts at first, but I tend to be quite charismatic. We soon became acquaintances, then friends, and, well–

Hmmm.

...Maybe I oughtn't get ahead of myself, now. I'm far too skittish to air out my personal life.

As for our acquisition of the Opera Populaire – pure chance once again. I'd been looking through the papers when I saw the advert Lefèvre put out.

I said to Richard, "Look at this! We ought to look into it, it would be a wonderful change!"

He says to me, "André, don't be silly. Neither of us have any experience with that sort of thing."

I told him, "It'll be fun! Trust me!"

So, with me and my silver tongue, I convinced him to come along with me to meet Monsieur Lefèvre, we settled on a deal, and the rest is history.

Of course, neither of us had banked on getting a ghost with the whole thing; Lefèvre had omitted that oh-so minor detail. Still, phantoms aside, I really do enjoy running the place alongside Firmin.

Although, I doubt I'd find as much joy in it without him at my side...

Ah, but I digress! I hope I've answered your questions suitably!

[searchingwardrobes]

Not the Type: 1/7

Here it is, my contribution to the @captainswanmoviemarathon​ ! Aka, the Bring it On AU no one asked for. I have a love/hate relationship with this movie. On the one hand, I love it as a rom com. On the other hand, as a sports movie, it’s awful. I was a cheerleader myself, and did a brief stint coaching, so I have some issues with this movie. First of all, where is the coach?!? Can you imagine a male driven sports movie without a coach? Remember the Titans with no coach? Glory Road with no coach? Miracle with no coach? I mean, come on! And do you really think a high school is gonna let their students do stunts that can potentially cause paralysis or death without adult supervision? And while they do portray the cheerleaders as athletes, in my opinion, they still hyper-sexualize them. The girls are also way too catty with each other. I can tell you from personal experience, that you need massive trust to do those stunts. Just sayin. Anyway, this whole soap box is to say that this is a LOOSE adaptation of Bring it On written by someone who loves the sport it portrays. But don’t worry, this modern day Lieutenant Duckling AU will have plenty of fluff, feels, flirty banter, and epic kisses. I would like to say this is the cheerleading version of @welllpthisishappening​ ‘s Blue Line universe, but I don’t pretend to be that brilliant. Laura’s writing did inspire me as I wrote this “sports fic,” however, so massive props to her: the queen of sports writing!

Massive thanks to the mods of the Captain Swan Movie Marathon event as well as all of the other writers. The discord chats have been a blast - especially when you all helped me brainstorm a title for this. Thanks to @hookedonapirate​ for being an awesome beta and to @rumdrum91​ for giving the first chapter a quick once over even while you are insanely busy.

This fic is about . . . 85% complete? It will be updated every Saturday. I’ll shut up now and get to the point . . .

Summary: Emma Swan first notices him in the stands at the Friday night football game. She can tell right away Killian Jones is not the football type. Then again, she's not the cheerleader type either, but here she is with pom poms. Life hasn't ever gone the way Emma planned. Lately, that's actually been a good thing. Maybe Killian Jones is a good thing, too.

Rated: T

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Bounce left, bounce right. Two hip shakes. Roger rabbit, Roger Rabbit. Bobby Brown, Bobby Brown. Cabbage patch. Electric slide. Repeat.

Emma repeated the steps to the dance like a mantra in her head. A cheerleader was supposed to smile all the time, but she couldn’t conjure one up as she bounced through the choreography that dated back to 1989. Okay, maybe they threw in the cabbage patch in 1994, but still. This shit was old.

The band sped up as they played through another round of “Louie, Louie,” and the cheerleading squad was racing through the dance like a tape on fast forward. The band thought it was hilarious and never ceased to tire of the schtick.

Emma was doing what felt like her hundredth Roger Rabbit when she caught sight of him. A large book half covered his face, so she could still see his arched brow and smirk. She held his gaze as she went into her Bobby Browns, and he lowered his book, still staring openly, a crooked grin filling his face. Was he mocking her? She stared him down as she did the cabbage patch, and his eyes widened. She tilted her chin as she went into the electric slide, and his tongue swiped his lips.

“Louie, Louie” finally, mercifully, ended. Emma whipped her ponytail as she broke the guy’s stare. She bounced up and down, waving her pom poms and shouting “Go Knights!” Mary Margaret had finally gotten her to stop rolling her eyes.

“Well look at you, Emma Swan,” Ruby said as they all turned to watch the game and cheer the offense.

“What?” Emma stood at attention, just like all the other girls, her poms on her hips.

“Don’t play dumb, Emma,” Ashley quipped on her other side. “We’re better at it than you.”

“That guy,” Ruby explained. “You were having cheer sex with him.”

“Cheer sex? Seriously?”

Emma tossed her poms down to the ground and tightened her ponytail angrily. She hated football season.

🏈 🏈 🏈 🏈 🏈 🏈

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Emma whirled around to find herself face to face with the guy she was definitely not having cheer sex with. Whatever the hell that was. She rolled her eyes. Mary Margaret couldn’t do anything about it during half time.

“Just because I’m baring my midriff and my skirt barely covers my hips doesn’t give you permission to ogle me.”

His blue eyes widened. Very blue, actually. No! It didn’t matter if his eyes were pretty; he was a creep.

“You misunderstand me, love.”

“Not your love.” Though he did have a hot accent. What? No! Nothing about him was hot.

He sighed. “Look, I couldn’t help watching you. All the other girls had fake smiles, but you . . . “ he shrugged. “You looked like you hated being here as much as I do.”

Emma blinked in surprise, and her gaze darted to the hardback copy of The Two Towers clutched in his hand. She also took in his slightly disheveled hair, slender build, and Pink Floyd t-shirt. Clearly not the football type.

The students in line behind them for the concession stand grumbled for them to move, so they both shuffled forward.

Emma smiled apologetically and extended her hand. “Emma Swan.”

“Killian Jones.”

“So, what are doing here, hipster?”

He chuckled and ducked his head. He looked a lot more bashful than he had in the stands.

“Granny insisted I put down my guitar, stop singing depressing songs, and get my ass here to support my foster siblings. Her words exactly.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “You’re Ruby’s new foster brother!”

He leaned closer and winked. “Guilty as charged.”

******************************************************

“Cheer sex, Ruby!” Emma snapped as she returned from the concession stand with her bottle of water and bag of pretzels. She lifted the items up on auto-pilot for Coach Ava’s approval, which she received. The Coach insisted on healthy snacks during games and practice. Some of the girls chafed at the rule, but Emma had no problem with it. The last thing she wanted was someone hurling from the top of a pyramid because they had just wolfed down chili cheese fries or something.

“What?” Ruby asked before taking a bite of the apple in her hand.

“Cheer sex,” Emma repeated, “with your foster brother? Ew!”

Ruby rolled her eyes as she chewed and swallowed. “Let me emphasize the foster part. If you wanna bang Killian, I won’t stop you.”

Emma let out a groan of frustration as several of the other girls giggled. “I’m not banging anyone.”

“Exactly! And why is that, Emma?”

“Leave her alone,” Mary Margaret admonished. “Just banging someone isn’t what she needs.”

Emma appreciated Mary Margaret’s positivity - usually - but she wasn’t in the mood for another speech on true love. “I’d actually prefer a complete change of topic.”

“Good,” the girls jumped at the sound of Coach Ava’s voice behind them, “because you only have five minutes left of half time to finish those snacks. Which is kind of hard to do when you’re yapping.”

“Okay, coach,” the girls grumbled good-naturedly. They all loved Ava, and not just because she was Mary Margaret’s mom. She really cared about all of them and was both tough and fair as a coach. Better even than some of the gymnastics coaches Emma had had. Emma had never planned on being a cheerleader, but Emma was used to things in her life not going according to plan. That was usually for the worst, but lately she had to admit it had been for the better. She hadn’t planned on being adopted by the Nolans, either, and that had been the best thing to ever happen to her. When the social worker brought her to her new foster mother, Ruth, and foster brother, David, she had fully expected it to be nothing more than yet another brief stay. She hadn’t expected to be loved.

She hadn’t expected to love in return.

Emma tossed her empty pretzel bag into the trash can near the stadium stairs. She took another swig of her water, then tossed the bottle into her cheer bag that was monogrammed with her name and a megaphone. It was cheesy and matched the bags of all the other girls.

She hadn’t expected to like this group of girls, either. Hadn’t expected to find a group of athletes, but she did. Yes, since age thirteen, life had been surprising her rather than throwing her curveballs. Maybe thirteen was actually her lucky number. Now she was seventeen and had an actual family in addition to fifteen sisters.

With pom poms.

🏈 🏈 🏈 🏈 🏈 🏈

Emma crammed her first and second period books into her locker, grabbed the stuff she needed for third, then slammed the door shut. She took off down the hall at almost a sprint. TV and movies were shit in portraying high school. Kids hanging out by their lockers chatting at any and all times of the day. Complete and utter lies. Storybrooke High gave kids five minutes - five minutes! - to get to each class. There were some breaks where she didn’t have time to stop at her locker, but her American History book weighed about three tons and she refused to lug it around all day. She didn’t care if it was completely out of her way. She was chucking that book, damn it, before she threw her back out. Three weeks into the year, and she had it timed down to the second.

She did not have time to be slammed into and knocked to her rear end. “Hey!” she shouted at the jerk who’d plowed into her.

A hand reached down and hauled her to her feet. “Apologies lass.”

She knew that accent before she looked into those blue eyes. She suddenly realized she was still clutching Killian’s hand in hers. She yanked her hand away.

“Yeah, well watch where you’re going next time.”

He grinned in a way that was three-fourths charming and one-fourth roguish. “A pleasure as always, Swan.”

Then the ridiculous boy bowed over her hand and kissed it! She rolled her eyes. He arched his brow.

“Advanced Trigonometry?”

He was offering her a pad of graph paper that had her homework scrawled all over it. She snatched it from him and stuffed it into her bag. It was then she realized the zipper was broken. Great. Just great.

“Why are you so interested in my class schedule?”

He shrugged as he rocked back on his heels. “I’m impressed is all.”

She lifted one shoulder, then dropped it as she attempted to balance her busted backpack in both arms. “My mom insisted on one advanced course this year, and math’s the one subject I don’t suck at.”

He tilted his head. “Intriguing.”

“Why?” she snapped. “Because you assume cheerleaders are moronic sluts?” The bell rang, and she dropped her head back with a groan. “Great! Now you’ve made me late.”

She shouldered past him, and her hackles raised when she heard his low chuckle. He laid a hand on her arm before she could move away and lowered his head to her ear.

“Most guys would find your attitude off-putting, but I love a challenge.”

“Sure you do,” she muttered as she stalked away.

At practice that afternoon, she was informing Ruby that her brother was an absolute pain in the ass.

[florenceandthemachine]

that original lifeline

chapter 5 / 5 - “you deserve what you are given” - 3.6k

in which Eddie has a good day, has a bad day, sees a familiar face, and tries not to blow up an ambulance. not necessarily in that order.

it’s all done! my first ever standalone, prompt-free fic! I hope you all at least tolerated it as much as I did. I also would like to say—please, if you’re seeing things that look messy or need to be touched up, you’re welcome to let me know. I'm sure I'm going to go over it and re-edit a million times over the next week.

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Eddie knew that things were going to be different the moment he slapped his alarm the next morning, because for the first time in months, he actually turned his alarm off. He didn’t lie in bed and ignore it, he didn’t hit snooze until he could get the energy to see the day, he turned it off, he got up, and he started to dress. He couldn’t remember the last time he had greeted a Monday on time for an early morning workout, but the few miles he was able to get in on the treadmill was nothing compared to the look of happiness on his son’s face when he got to join him and Carla for breakfast—instead of running out the door, a granola bar lodged in his mouth. He literally felt like he just woke up on the right side of the bed this morning; judging by the way that Chris lit up, and Carla rose her brows in surprise, his change in attitude was already being noticed. 

Even if Carla was good enough not to comment on it. 

Honestly, Eddie didn’t know what was going on himself, but he wasn’t going to complain. A day ago, he had almost started to cry at one of those family car commercials with an old dog in it, and today, he was already back into the familiar motions of ‘being well’. 

He had been through enough therapy in his life to know the “highs and lows” mental health speech every which way, but what he hadn’t realized until this morning was that when you were low, being low becomes your new normal. Eddie had been through it before (with Shannon, with his parents, with… name a thing), and he knew it would probably come again, but that didn’t make the moments that he got to stand in the light on the other side of the tunnel any less sweet.

It felt like he was standing in the sun.

“Morning Hen! Coffee?” Eddie grinned as he took the stairs up into the loft two at a time, box of danishes in one hand, coffee holders stacked high in the other. He had literally been smiling since he parked his car outside, and was now beaming at Hen only because she was lucky enough to be the first person he got to see that day. Lucky, sure, but he still didn’t miss the way that her brows rose into her hair as she took her cup and her selection of baked goods, knowing full well that this was probably… a lot to take in from his behavior for the past many weeks. 

“You’re… cheery.” Hen commented easily, staring at Eddie like a puzzle to figure out—and while that would have made him nervous before, it was actually kind of nice now, a friend showing that she cared. 

To his credit, Eddie just shrugged, pulling off another coffee as he put the boxes down on the table, knowing full well they would be devoured before he could even look back. “What can I say? It’s a good day today, the sun is out, and I only have to be here for eight hours. Hey, where’s Chim? I got Mr. Asian James Bond an extra bear claw, since he’s been driving everyone up the wall with his whole sorority girls speech.”

Hen let the topic drop (and Eddie thanked her silently for it) as she groaned and shook her head, taking another drag from her coffee cup as, sure enough, the pastry boxes started to draw everyone in like flies. He started handing out coffees to those who’s orders he could remember, grinning as Hen launched into it. “No no, ‘Asian James Bond’ was last week, now it’s ‘Asian Sex Symbol’ to you. God, that stupid calendar, between he and Bobby I am ready to enter myself, blow them both out of the water as Miss July, and—”

“Hey, hold up, where’s Bosko?” Eddie said, cutting her off before she could pick up too much steam, staring at the last coffee in his hands as Bobby pulled his own free. 

Hen and Bobby shared a glance as Bobby cleared his throat around a mouthful of coffee, swallowing before he started to speak. “Actually, Lena’s back with the 136 for the foreseeable future. I’m happy to say that we finally have that vacancy filled.”

Eddie felt his brows launch into his hairline, only vaguely remembering that Lena was supposed to be here on a temporary basis—and he had been a complete ass to her for the past few months. Well, that was going to be a fun little addition to his long list of issues, and he winced as he made a mental note to swing by the 136 later on with another danish and an apology. Hen caught the look, her own brow tilting in return, though she was good enough to redirect her attention back up to Bobby. “So, wait, who’s going to be the newbie on the 118?”

“He is walking up the stairs right now, if you want to turn around. Just graduated out of the Academy last week. Pretty much top of his class, apparently impressed enough people that I had to fight off station 6 to get him to come here—welcome, Evan Buckley.” 

“Hey, uh, you can just call me Buck.” 

Eddie almost choked on his coffee as he heard a voice behind him, grabbing a napkin to catch a few drops as he turned, trying to repress his cough as he turned around, meeting a pair of blue eyes, staring at Eddie with an intensity that made his insides curl like he had just been sucker punched. He didn’t say anything, of course, just reached out and shook hands, introduced himself, did the whole shebang—with a smile, he might add! 

Today was a good day. It could still be a good day. It really, really had the potential to be a good day. 

-

Today was not a good day. 

Eddie wanted to work well with Buck, he really did, but every time Buck opened his mouth, all Eddie could feel was pressure, water pushing in on him at every angle, the choking taste of mud in his mouth. At this point in time, Eddie wasn’t sure what was worse—that Buck seemed to put his foot in his mouth whenever he talked to Eddie, or the fact that he didn’t seem to give a fuck where and when he was flapping his yap.

An exploding man hole cover literally knocking someone’s arm into the nearby pool? He had barely started with “Hey, you good? You must have lucked out after that firetruck and all…” before Eddie was talking over him, asking for gauze and a tourniquet to try and save some of the live tissue in the very-much-not-alive arm. 

A stab wound to the ass that resulted in the most lifelike Michelin man that Eddie had ever seen? “So, silver star, huh? You save a platoon or something?” Eddie managed to smile, jaw tight as he shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I was just in convoy.”

Even their downtime wasn’t safe—a grocery run that wound up with the entire team stacked high with grocery bags as they walked back into the station? “Hey, I saw a piece about that drill—“

“Alright, who wants lunch?” Eddie was immensely thankful for Bobby’s distraction, not bothering to hide the fact that his interruption was far from a coincidence. By now, even Hen was looking at Buck like he was a crazy person at that point—or maybe just an asshole. 

Somehow, after all of their calls, it only came to a head in the gym. Apparently, Buck had decided that the subtle approach (not that anything Buck did could be called subtle) wasn’t good enough, and for whatever reason decided that the gym was the best time to approach Eddie. 

Honestly, if Eddie wasn’t a good thirty away from the first real workout he had had in weeks, he probably would have walked away.

“Eddie, you… you know who I am, right?”

His jaw twitching in time with his punches, Eddie finally relented from the poor bag and looked at Buck directly, jaw set as he started to rewrap his hands. “And what if I didn’t? You think this would have gone over well with HR, the new guy bringing up the worst days of my life and all but asking me about a fucking guardian angel?”

“Jesus, that’s not what I—“

“I met Athena.”

Eddie could almost hear Buck’s mouth shut, the clack of his teeth somehow louder than the din of the station behind him. “I met her and she told me that she didn’t know what had happened, and then she offered to make me forget. Forget about you, about everything, because not even she knew where you had wound up.” Eddie started, rolling his wrists easily. “She apologized to me, she said she missed you, well, not that she was alone in that sense. You should probably find a way to apologize to her, too. Let her know you’re okay. Hold the bag.” Eddie’s voice was low even as his tone started to sharpen, doing his absolute best to keep his face neutral, lest he want any attention from Hen or Bobby for harassing the new guy. 

To Buck’s credit, he did as Eddie asked, holding the bag steady as Eddie started to wail on it anew, thankful that he at least had the temporary distraction of pressure against his knuckles to stop the urge to scream into the sky. 

“Athena… she really did that?” Eddie didn’t respond, just threw another punch, grunting with the exertion. Buck’s voice was low, barely louder than the sound of Eddie’s hands making contact with the bag. “Is that what you want? An apology? Because I’m not going to apologize for saving you, Eddie, I’m not going to say sorry for not leaving you in the bottom of a pit to… I’m not sorry for that. So if that’s what you’re after, I don’t know what to offer you.” 

Eddie threw a kick from his left, giving Buck plenty of time to adjust his grip before his ankle came smashing into the bag, panting as he stared Buck down, feeling the anger start to drain out of him as he breathed, shaking his head. “Buck, is that what you think this is about?”

Buck, bless him, just looked like a lost puppy when what Eddie said sunk in.

“You saved my life. I mean, you’ve always kept me safe, but back there you saved my life. You let me go home to my kid, you… I could never thank you enough for that. I’m not mad about that.” He shook his head, flexing his fingers as he took another fighting stance, his poster lower, more subdued than the all out attack he was waging before. 

“Well then what—“

“I’m not mad at you because you left.” Eddie repeated, starting another round of punches, each hit slower, shorter, but packed with more force than was strictly necessary. “I’m mad at you because you fucking—because you didn’t come back. Because you chose not to come back. You went through the academy, top of the class, and that was eighteen weeks of you being here, just miles away from me in Los Angeles, and you let me think that you were dead that entire time. You were with me my whole entire life, you were a constant, and then I lost you, Buck, and I had to try and live with that. And then you show up at work today, and you’re alive, and human, and I’ve had barely eight hours to deal with all of this, after I—I fucking mourned you. I mourned you, and you let me, and that—that’s why I’m mad.”

Although, the more he spoke, the more Eddie realized that he wasn’t mad, not really, not that he would own up to it that easily. He wasn’t angry, he was just… crushed. His hook got sloppy and he went wide, eyes wild, stumbling only a little before catching himself on the bag.

“Why does everyone leave me? What did I do, Buck, why didn’t you come back?”

The sudden sound of footsteps drew his eye up to the loft where the next shift was pouring in, easily exchanging pleasantries with Eddie’s team, and Eddie felt the last bit of fight drain out of him as he started to unwind his gloves. The day was done. His shift was over. And after feeling nothing but empty for weeks, Eddie had just about exhausted the entire range of his emotional capabilities in less than a day.

“Eddie, I—“

“Forget it, Buck. I’ll see you tomorrow, or whatever.” Eddie said, not even bothering to look over his shoulder as he headed back to the locker area.

-

“Fire and Rescue, hello?”

Eddie was having another… long day. Not a bad day, not necessarily, but not a… great day either. He had still managed to get up, he had still brought himself to work, he still managed an honest smile when he kissed Chris goodbye, but he found himself hesitating before he wound up walking into the 118. He didn’t know if he could handle Buck again today—thankfully, it seemed like he didn’t have to. Buck was mostly absent that morning, giving Eddie enough apologetic looks over the table to display that he got he had been an asshole the day before (or, more likely, that Hen and Chim had verbally beat that fact into him before Eddie got there).

Their morning had gone off without incident—there had only been one real call outside a few false alarms, a moron with his head literally cemented into a microwave—and to be honest, Eddie couldn’t deny the fact that he loved how easily he and Buck could work together. Well, how easy they worked together when Buck shut up for three minutes. 

Another save, an easy lunch, and Eddie’s eight hour shift looked like it would be ending easily when they got the call to head down to Torrence, walking into what felt like the worlds most mothball-scented Army Navy Surplus store.

Eddie felt his body tense up as soon as the word ‘grenade’, having to take a split second to remind himself that he was still in the States, he wasn’t in wartime, he was still safe. Because he was safe, they were okay, until Buck moved the dressings and a gold glint caught his eye. 

“None of the guys I’ve worked with were dumb enough to shoot a live round into their own leg, but I’m familiar with the ordinance.”

Eddie felt his jaw twitch again as Buck stared him down, a tic that he was sure would come to be familiar in over the next few days. Honestly, he was starting to think that Buck was just bringing all the mess with him—he had gone months without a call that threatened his life and limb, and then as soon as Buck came back into his life, there he was, with a grenade stuck inside of some old, gun collecting bastard. He could almost feel the moment where Buck opened his mouth—it was the same feeling he got whenever Buck had appeared, years and years ago, whenever something extremely stupid was about to happen. 

“I’m in.” 

Of course he was. 

For what it was worth, Buck had stellar bedside manner. It was easy for him to to make small talk with Charlie while he hung the morphine, asking about his wife, his life, and Eddie found himself a little bit reassured by how easily Buck was able to buckle down and rise to the situation. After all, Buck had been doing that for Eddie’s whole life—it would be a shame if he lost that skill when he could use it the most.

They kept their talk small and professional as Eddie worked, even though most of his work was giving short, clipped orders, like he was afraid that the grenade would be able to tell how stressed out he was and put them both out of their misery, then and there. They both let out a collective sigh of relief as the grenade plunked, solid and heavy into the bin, Buck hastily closing it like a lid would save them all if that thing were to blow up.

Eddie was just finishing up, throwing a few stitches to try and keep things together until Charlie could make it up to surgery when Buck finally found his voice.

“I was scared, Eddie.”

Eddie didn’t even bother looking up, his fingers working quickly. “I know, but we got it out, we just have to be careful not to move the box too much.”

“No. I mean, about coming back, about seeing you, I… I was scared.”

Eddie looked up as he threw another stitch, sparing a quick look to make sure that the old man was still out cold. When Buck looked up to him, Eddie rose his brows, giving him a little not of encouragement. 

“You said I’ve been with you your whole life, but… that goes both ways, Eddie. I don’t even know what happened, one minute I had hurled you out of that lake, and the next I was nothing, there was just nothing, and then…” He took a breath as he moved the dressings, letting Eddie continue his easy stitchwort. “And then I was in a loft in Los Angeles, with a drivers license in my pocket and a brochure for the LAFD Academy on a dresser. I still don’t know how I got there, but I knew it would bring me to you.”

“Here, cut here.”

Buck snipped the end of Eddie’s suture easily, passing him a tube of antibacterial gel, dolloping it along the messy wound site.

“For the first time in years, I couldn’t feel you anymore. I didn’t know what you were doing, or how you were feeling, or if you were safe, and it scared me. I missed you, of course I did, but I knew that if I just went right back to you, it would be like nothing had changed, when really, everything had changed.” Eddie looked up as he covered the gel in an adhesive gauze patch, hanging another bag of fluids, eyes tracking between the steady blip of the heart monitor and the very live grenade in a bin at the end of the ambulance, while his brain tried to keep up with the live grenade that he and Buck were lobbing back and forth.

Nodding for Buck to open the back door, Eddie waited until they both had their feet on the ground to respond, rolling his neck. “Well, that’s kind of par for the course. Being scared, I mean.” he started, a small smile on his face as Buck looked back, catching his eye. Eddie shrugged, eye darting over to the rest of their team, still safely out of earshot as he nudged Buck’s shoulder, the motion easy and simple, muscle memory built up over years.

“Welcome to the human condition. It kind of sucks. You’re going to love it.”

And fuck, Buck was smiling again. Eddie would give anything to keep that look on his face, even as they handed Charlie off to the medics, even as the bomb squad guy called in the robot to… well, to do what, Eddie didn’t know. But that was the beauty of it all—he didn’t have to care anymore. All that mattered to him in that moment were his boots on his ground, the air around him, and maybe, if he played his cards right, the team he got to work with. He could feel Bobby’s eyes on him as he pulled his flac jacket off, a little slow on the uptake of whatever had happened in the ambulance.

“You know, you’re pretty badass under pressure.” Eddie said, his face curving up into the first real smile he had worn in days. Buck looked like a deer in the headlights, like Eddie must have been talking to someone, anyone else, and even Bobby cracked a grin as Eddie smacked him in the arm. “You can have my back any day.”

Buck looked, well, Eddie would have framed the look on Buck’s face if he could. It was a vision of pure joy, the simple sentence meaning more to both of them than anyone else could ever know, and Eddie had to resist the urge to pull him into a bone crushing hug as he kicked at the ground. 

“Yeah. Or, you know, you could… You could have mine.”

If Eddie smiled any wider, he felt like his face was going to crack.

 They were still not great—not by a long shot—but for the first time in almost six months, Eddie finally felt something close to closure, to peace, a starting point for the two of them that would take them both who-knows-where.

“Deal.”

And then, because nothing in Eddie’s life was ever easy, the ambulance exploded. Eddie wasn’t even phased at this point in his life—any exploding vehicle was fine by him as long as he wasn’t on it.

“Are, uh, are you guys hungry? There’s a great burger place around here, they’re open for another hour or so.”

-

Hanging back as the rest of his crew packed up, Bobby pulled his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed, a small smile gracing his lips as he unlocked it. 

New Message from A - 11:12PM

Well? Was I right, or was I right?

“Cap, come on! Burgers wait for no man!”

To A - 11:14PM

They’re going to be one hell of a team.

[fortheheavenssake]

MM ANON SEASON TWO.

💜💜 PG MM Anon 💜💜 Interpretation Collection - 1

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

1. April 15, 2020

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻WELCOME BACK MM ANON 🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

APRIL 14/2020 1735 hrs CST

RIDDLE NUMBER ONE SEASON TWO: THE RETURN OF MM ANON

THANK YOU MM ANON

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

doctor gone batty………

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

LA for dummies ………

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

Doctors Within Borders ………

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

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

social insistence …………

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

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

hugs not bugs………

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

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

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

absolutely isolated Kate. ………

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

“ not a whisper ma’am ………

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

St George’s chapel of course!!……………

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

with humility skippy, with humility

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

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

THE END IS NIGH!

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

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿. April 15/2020

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2. April 30

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

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

APRIL 30/20 1700 hrs CST

SEASON TWO RIDDLE TWO

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

MM ANON

……… the only virus …………

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

wonderful children to hug……

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

magnificent isolation ma’am………

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

dirty Megan,clean Harry ………

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

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

will never be the same …………

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

big things for a future princess ………

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

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

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

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

home cooking …………

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

“ ground control to major Tom” ……….

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

“ and wash your bloody hands!!!………

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

an archificial birthday …………

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

trooping the colours???

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

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

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

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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3. MAY 1/2020

SEASON TWO RIDDLE #3

MM Anon

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

it’ll cost us thousands …… “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ one makes ones bed”……………

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ there so funny on screen Philip” ……

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

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

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

next slide please.

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

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

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

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

1425 hrs CST. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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4. May 2

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

MAY 2/2020

SEASON TWO RIDDLE #4

1545 HRS CST

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

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

bless all who come here………

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

stay safe ………

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

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

not sneezing season ………

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

birthday girls world following ………

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

sitting on the toilet, screaming and howling ………

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

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

Plasma fantazma?………

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

🎼give a little bit 🎼………

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

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

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

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

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

“no ma’am not yet” ………

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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

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

WILFRED BLOODY WILFRED

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

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

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

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

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻TO NYC ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

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

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

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊😊TO LEGAL ANON😊😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

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

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

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

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊PG😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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5. May 3

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

MAY 3/2020

SEASON TWO:THE RETURN OF MM ANON RIDDLE #5

1520 HRS CST

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😊😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊😊🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Lucrezia Markle……

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

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

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

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

safety net for Harry ………

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

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

a very private LOCK-down ………”

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

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

GATEWAY“intervention ……

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

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

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

yes ,I love Frozen 2” …………

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

PTA………

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

absque misericordia

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

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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6. May 5

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

MAY 5/2020

RIDDLE POSTED MAY 4/2020

SEASON TWO THE RETURN OF MM ANON😉

RIDDLE #6

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻😊THANK YOU MM ANON😊🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

0900 hrs CST

SORRY I AM A DAY LATE KIDS.

granny flap……

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

delusions of gran-tour……

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

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

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

a p****hub offer worth millions ……

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

a secret return ……

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

Lottie leaded Cambridge assault ………

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

unlocking the unlock able …………

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

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

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

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

optimistic optimism???

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

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

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦🇬🇧🇦🇺🇳🇿

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[wafflewarriors]

The Not-So-French Mistake

Chapter 10: Seize the Moment… Literally

Sydney’s eyes flickered open, having been shut as images channeled across her vision. The voices within the memory hindered any means of hearing her surroundings, so when it abruptly unmuted, she flinched fiercely at the new stimulation.

“―ney? You okay? Woah, Sydney? Syd!” 

She grunted irritably as two calloused hands patted her cheeks. Her head had settled onto the unforgiving tile, where she woozily sat up, leaning against the wall as a brace. A phantom cramp lingered in her skull, throbbing when she opened her eyes. She’d never had a migraine before, yet she was certain this was comparable.  

Stressed, viridescent pupils hovered above her owlishly as Dean supported her by the shoulders, and she realized that her knees had given out. She huffed a weak laugh.

He blinked, utterly bewildered,  “What?”

“That’s… that’s the first time you’ve said my name. You always use nicknames.”

“No, I don’t,” he grunted, concentrating on her debilitated state. “Here.” He boosted her upward by the shoulders, straightening her spine and supporting the greater part of her weight as she regained her strength.

“Yes, you do,” she reasoned. “Like, pipsqueak, sweetcheeks, cupcake, sparky, tootsie, cheeseball, princess, sweetheart… even pug-face―”

“Okay, okay, Hot-shot. I get it.” He was too distracted to care.

“See!” she said, gesturing to express her triumph.

Dean countered it with a gentle nudge against her flailing hands, urging her to just relax. He was concerned, and she wanted to rave about the pet names he’d given her on the occasion. “Shut up,” he proposed, so she did, allowing him to fuss. He finally demanded, “Now what did I just watch?”

“I panicked when I saw the room, okay? That’s it.” It wasn’t a total lie, but she wasn’t going to yap about her problems. Not to Dean Winchester, even though he’d proven to be a very skilled psychiatrist during difficult cases. Some people just needed to work through their crap. However, she did not.

“Panicked?” he said, “You seized for a whole three minutes! I was the one panicking!”

She sobered her easygoing behavior at the chilling news. Crap, she reflected, I had a seizure? She knew it wasn’t her fault, but guilt pooled in her gut nonetheless. Dean must have went berserk.

Dean ran his fingers through his dark-blond hair, a slight tremble in the motion. “Let’s just get out of here, okay? I have the note. Let’s go. We don’t want this thing to crumble while we’re in it.” 

The dingy hotel room now beared two equally horrible memories. He was itching to burn the hotel until the basement was brimming with ashes, but the town had suffered enough heat, so just leaving altogether would be enough

There was a cumberous silence that weighed on her like a blanket woven into bulky, lead chains. Her tongue was anchored to her teeth, the words having died on her lips. Why was silence often linked with peace? Peace was hardly the word for the deafening chains that even darting thoughts could not break.

Her mind wandered, and after mentally pondering several scenarios, she built up the courage to ask what dug at her mind. She assumed this was a safe question. “What’s with the nicknames, anyway?” Her tone was delicate and hesitant as she spoke, afraid of a harsh yell in retort.

Dean sighed, realizing this wouldn’t drop until he addressed her. “It’s you. You… you and Sammy are like the exact same person, I swear. It’s why the nicknames just… roll into my conversations with you. And, when you get hurt… I just… Sammy calls it ‘big-brother-mode’, but that’s my form of a panic attack, I guess. I ain’t sniveling, but I get so…” A shiver forced its way to the surface, carrying a shudder with it, goosebumps rising along his forearms. He grew increasingly self-conscious over his response to her seizure. “Sorry, I know it’s weird. We literally met yesterday.”

“No… it’s…” she began, searching for the right word, “sweet.”

“Sweet?” he asked, skeptical, eyebrows climbing.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s sweet.” She nodded thoughtfully. “A hardened hunter panicking when family is hurt is… sweet, in your own way.” She blushed, moved by her own words. It was one thing watching a character on the screen and admitting his weakness was his strength, but doing so face to face was absolutely nerve wracking. “You know, the show depicts you as a bad-boy who uses sarcasm to avoid talking about his emotions, but I’m starting to see your soft side, too. You’re actually a teddy bear, aren’t you?”

A mischievous glimmer shone in his eyes at her comment. He gave an encouraging waggle of his eyebrows, successfully lightening the mood.

Sydney rolled her eyes. “It also implied you were immature, as well. Guess they were right about that.” 

He shrugged childishly, “Who would I be without it?” However, his genuine behavior drained away as he pondered his rhetorical question, and a solid, weighty truth settled on his shoulders as an answer: without his humor, Dean would be a broken man. A very, very broken man.

The new thought brought daylight onto the reality of the conversation, and the manipulation Sydney was actually driving here. Dean had begun the discussion straightforwardly centered upon Sydney’s spontaneous seizure, and she had still managed to punch his figurative, magic buttons into talking about himself.

“Kiddo?” he asked lightly, “You know, it’s alright to talk about yourself, here. You’re safe with me.”

Sydney paused, taken off-guard by the sudden granted permission. He’d bypassed her subtle guidance of a topic change and twisted it right back around―right where they had started. A situation such as this had never occured in… in her lifetime, really. She was lost with what to say.

For Sydney’s entire life, she saw self-reflection to be undesirable, so she deflected and redirected the theme of a conversation from herself and back onto the spectator neglectfully. For most, it was mindlessly accepted, a simple bait reliably taken. 

However, Dean was not of the vast majority. He consistently saw through her veil like it was translucent.. He saw because it’s all he could see. Dean recognized her act because he wore the mask himself daily. 

She frowned. “Dean, um… admittedly, my friend forced me to watch this show, but, uh… you’re like, one of my childhood heroes.” To describe this was like assembling a fresh puzzle; she wasn’t sure where to start. “Let me give you an example, let’s say there’s this really loyal Marvel fan that ends up meeting the real Batman. The real deal. While they would prefer meeting Ironman or Captain America, meeting Batman is still like meeting a celebrity, no matter how you see it. You’re Dean Winchester, and it doesn’t help that you’re wearing the celebrity actor’s face from my world. It’s like, double the famous.” She inhaled at the gravity of her life right now: having met Dean Winchester, the exact doppelganger of Jensen Ackles. “I don’t just go admitting my weaknesses to celebrities. It’s terrifying… so, just give me a moment to compose myself.”

Dean paused, dubious. “I’m comparable to Batman? C'mon, nuh uh.” He paused, considering it, “Seriously?”

She snorted. “Believe me, you’ve got a whole fandom in my world willing to sell their souls for you. You’re lucky my world doesn’t have the supernatural. Fourteen seasons and all- well, I’m technically in like, the eighth right here, I guess. I’m basing it roughly off of Sam’s haircut.”

Even though Dean was slightly amused that Sam’s hair could tell a fan what year it was, one comment especially jolted him. “Fourteen seasons? You mean we’re only about halfway there?” He sucked in a breath. “It gets worse doesn’t it?”

She hesitated. “Uh, yeah. Supernatural loves to build the suspense. So, yeah, let’s just say things get a lot crazier. I may not have obsessed over you, but I pay attention to my shows. You… you had it easy during the apocalypse.”

“Jesus,” he breathed.

She winced. “Not quite.”

Dean frowned, monitoring her expression. Suddenly his frown turned grave. “Don’t tell me. It’s God, isn’t it?” He said it bitterly.

“Actually, God’s sister… and then… yeah, uh, God does come into play.” She began to clam up, realizing she’d let a major plot slip. “Yeah… uh… just forget what I said,” she stammered, realizing the massive impact this could deal out. She doesn’t want his future doomed because she told him a chunk of his future.

A worryingly blank look washed over Dean’s face and then he’s chuckling proudly to himself. “Can’t believe I’m comparable to Batman. Oh, man, wait til’ I tell Sam.”

Sydney giggled, though a bit miffed by the sudden change of topic. “Yeah, add that to your ‘I killed Hitler’ list.”

“I kill Hitler?!” Dean lit up. “Sweet!” He paused contemplating over something, “Fandom, huh? You much of a Dean-girl?” He smirked devilishly.

Sydney considered it. “I guess I was more of a Castiel or Gabriel kind of girl. Definitely more of a Dean-girl than a Sam-girl, but…” She reddened, crimson dusting her ears. “Ew, wait. You guys are like, forty. Why am I even saying this?” Embarrassment fluttered in her chest like a cage of startled bats.

“No harm done, honey,” he drawled. He nodded, judging her preferences. His lips quirked. “…Gabriel?”

Her stance grew defensive, crossing her arms. “What can I say? He becomes an interesting character. I like to review my choices,” she said. “But… no. They’d be more like… family. Brother-sister relationship. I don’t know why. Just feels right.“

Silence threatened to swallow the light mood, signalling the end of the topic. Dean decided to transition back to the other tickle in his forethoughts. “So, tell me, what’s crazier than the apocalypse?” 

“You… what? We just…” said that… she trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished. She froze, tilting her head.

“I just what?” He did that concerned eyebrow thing, his face scrunching up like some kind of protective bear.

She stared at him in horrified awe and stumbled back, legs trembling upon the crushing realization. She had done something to him. “I just… you…” she stammered. “I just told you to forget something and you did!” Fear, disgust, and absolute terror bubbled and threatened to overflow within her abdominal region. What was she? A freak?

 “Last time I wanted to be normal. This time I know I’m a freak.” ~Sam Winchester

A garbled cry left her lips as her head catapulted another hammering blow at the frail wall barricading locked memories. These weren’t her memories, though! She recognized them enough, but the perspective was in the eyes of a man. These spontaneous not-flashbacks were becoming alarming. What do these mean?! She cried within the barriers of her mind. What do you want from me?!

Calm yourself, kiddo, her mind supplied gently.

In her delirium, she was unsure if she was responding to her own thoughts, or if she was actually receiving answers. She began sobbing into the heels of her hands as a pain akin to having a nail jammed into the base of her skull splintered across the base of her forehead.

Dean was quick to react to her unplanned breakdown. Their conversation had went from lighthearted to massively distressing. “Hey, hey, hey! Kid? What’s up? Sydney?” Dean urged her to answer as she literally bawled into his shoulders, fists grabbing at his jacket in misery.

The pain dispersed, drawing back as if it’d been spooked by her reaction to its presence. The drilling agony blended into a distant ache, like the itch of an old scar. Suddenly, she could breathe again.

“What was with the waterworks, kid? What’s up with you?” Dean didn’t mean to be accusatory, but he was becoming antsy. His eyes were dark as he watched her, and he rubbed at his ears like there was water in them. Why would there be water in his ears?

She wheezed, “They're… I’ve been getting these… they’re memories.” She grimaced. “But they aren’t mine.”

He squinted at her, judgement clearly displayed along his face, though his eyes were hooded. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

She sucked a breath in, prying herself from Dean as if her joints were wooden. “I hoped it would stop.”

Dean sent her a pensive frown.

“Dean, when I was… experiencing that… I asked a question. Uh… in my head.” 

A wary eyebrow sprung toward his hairline, and Dean watched her suspiciously. “A question?”

She admitted, “Yeah… I… I asked what it wanted because it felt like someone. And I didn’t want just anyone inviting themselves into my mind like it’s a public bathroom or something. And it was like… not like I was possessed, but like…” she strained for the right word. “Like telepathy, Dean.”

He watched her patiently, searching for hidden expressions, but she was open and trusting.

She licked her lips, preparing to share her last bit of news. “And I… when I asked…”

“It answered.”

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C18- A Much Needed Break

{August 4th, 2011 Los Angeles, CA Nick-18|Mel-17}

It had been one hell of a year, Nick and Melissa had finally had a full year where they hadn't broken up at all. It was quite the success for the amazingly adorable couple.

Right now, they were currently in LA, have been for a few months as Nick was staring as Link Larkin in the musical, Hairspray alongside some of the biggest names in the business at that moment.

Melissa had never been this starstruck in her life, yeah, she had met many different stars because of the life the boys have... but this was different.

I mean, come on... Corbin Bleu... John Stamos...

They were hand in hand as they made their way into the Hollywood Bowl, as Nick had one more dress rehearsal before the real shows start the next day. This musical was definitely one of Melissa's favorites... so she didn't mind seeing the show over and over again.

"Are you getting nervous?" Melissa asked, looking up at her boyfriend. She smiled big, leaning a little closer to him.

A few seconds passed and Nick nodded, "definitely am. Even though this show is amazing, it definitely is out of my comfort zone. But I love playing Link." he grinned, as he walked them towards the dressing room. "I think mom and dad just got here if you want to go find them." he suggested, knowing that this wasn't like the JB concerts... she couldn't just waltz right into the dressing room.

She nodded, leaning up to kiss him gently, "love you." she whispered and squeezed his hand once before walking away.

"I love you more." he whispered back, watching as her figure disappeared. ——- {August 5th, 2011 Los Angeles, CA Hollywood Bowl}

It was the day, the day that everyone on the Hairspray cast had been anticipating. Melissa was bouncing off the walls, beyond excited for the performance tonight.

Even though she could basically recite the musical word for word, and dance every number. Hell, she could probably go up there and be Tracy Turnblad herself.

Melissa was just getting out of the shower in hers and Nick's hotel room, and was drying herself off. She didn't realize how much her scars could be seen on her small frame.

Not to be a debby-downer, but she had a past of self-hatred... still has flare ups all the time. But with how good things were going between Nick and herself, she was happy. She didn't have a need to hurt herself, to mark-up her pale skin.

There was a soft knock at the door and she saw Nick come in, "Hey baby, we have to leave within the hour...— mhm, angel." he smiled, chewing on his plump bottom lip.

She gasped, wrapping herself in the fluffy towel immediately and looked over at him. "B-Babe!" she exclaimed and felt the tears spring to her brown eyes.

He noticed her change in demeanor, coming up to wrap his arms around her, looking her right in the eye; not caring that he was gonna have to change his clothes before they left.

"You are beautiful Lyss. I don't want that pretty little head of yours worrying about anything. You are to precious to this world... to me, to have those bad thoughts." he told her, resting his forehead against hers.

"I-I..." she stuttered out, her little hands clutching onto him. "But when you're not with me..." she cried.

"...then I won't leave you. We can move into mom and dad's house in Wyckoff, and you can finish school. Since they are living primarily in Dallas now." he told her, "I mean mom and dad will have temporary custody of you once school starts back up."

She nodded slowly, taking in his words, and her anxiousness practically disappeared from listening to his calming voice. He always knew exactly what to say and how to say it.

"You... you s-sure?" she mumbled, looking down at her shaking body.

"Positive angel. Remember, it's you and me forever. I promised you that 3 years ago, and I fully intend on keeping that promise." ——- {March 15th, 2012 Wyckoff, NJ Nick-19|Mel-17}

"C'mon babe! We have to be at Kev and Dani's by 4pm... it's almost 3:45." Nick called up to his girlfriend. She had spent the last hour getting ready and trying to pick out the perfect outfit.

"I'm comin', I'm comin' babe." she giggled and made her way down the stairs with some cute skinny jeans on and one of Nick's nice sweaters that fit her perfectly.

"You look so beautiful." he smiled big at her, kissing her cheek.

"Did ya leave out enough food for Elvis?" she asked, and smiled down at the golden retriever that stood in between the couple. "Always do, angel." he replied, they walked out the door and he locked it behind them. ——- Soon enough they were pulling up in Dani and Kevin's driveway. "Ready for this?" Melissa asked, looking over at Nick. He grinned, nodding at the love of his life, "yup, hopefully you and Dani get along well. You two haven't seen one another in forever." he said softly.

At that moment, the rest of the Jonas family was pulling up. "Hey!" Frankie exclaimed as Nick opened the door for his girlfriend, helping her out.

"How ya doing?" Aunt Denise came up to the couple, hugging Melissa and then hugged her son.

"We're doing well. Nick's rehearsing for How to Succeed and I'm still doing good in school. How are things down in Texas?" Melissa smiled as the whole family walked up to the front door.

"Hot. It's super hot, all the time. But that's Texas for ya—" Denise smiled as Kevin answered the door.

"Hey guys! Come in, come in!" he opened the door wider for everyone to make their way in, as the married couple's puppies were yapping away, excited that people were over.

After the normal chit chat, everyone sat down to dinner, and the family said grace that was led by Kevin Sr. Melissa sat beside Nick with Joe on the other side of her. "So, there's something important we need to talk about... quite a few things actually." The eldest Jonas began, as the boys looked at each other, knowing where this talk was going immediately.

Joe knew that his father would go on and on, so he just cut to the chase, "is this the time that you two are telling us you're about to have a baby?" Joe simply put it.

Kevin sighed, looking down at his food, "we don't know where we're at..." he looked over at his wife, who was staring into space, a very uncomfortable look on her face.

"...as far as kids go." Nick interrupted his brother, and Melissa gasped softly at how rude her boyfriend was and slapped his thigh lightly, "b-babe!"

"Yeah, as far as kids go. Even though we have a responsibility to get back on the road and to do different things." Kevin continued, and saw the surprised look in his wife's eyes, as she couldn't believe they were actually talking about planning their first baby with his family.

"Well, that's part of the bigger conversation, is what that timeline looks like because it affects, ya know the two of us. And the decisions we make within that." Nick said, and pointed at Joe and himself.

"You need to get back out there and tour, obviously." Denise said, budding her way into the conversation.

Kevin Sr. nodded along with his wife, "You-you're first call is to protect your wife, but there's also the reality that—it's your career."

Nick looked over at his father, finishing up the point they were trying to make, "...and towards the end of the pregnancy you will be with Dani for three or four months of that."

Kevin agreed with his brother, "I'd hope so, and that's what I've been trying to," he looks over at his wife, grabbing a hold of her hand lightly, "explain to her, is that God's one gift to us is, that we know the timeline."

Nick spoke up again, "Yah, and that's pretty far in advance, if we can plan that out." Melissa sat there quietly, knowing it wasn't her place to bud in, so she just kept her hand on her boyfriend's thigh, while eating with the other.

"I took Nick on tour when he was just six weeks old. Denise said, almost trying to reassure Dani that it is possible to have a baby on the road like that, that young.

"Six weeks?" Dani questioned, quite amazed at that thought.

Denise nodded, "You obviously married one another to have a family. You didn't just get married because you like each other, want to hang out, and be together... and build a cute, you know... little mansion."

Melissa's eyes went wide as she was looking down at her food, she couldn't believe the statement that the boy's mother just made.

Kevin Sr. shushed his wife, "now, onto the other topic. It looks like the only show you will have in the US this year, will be at Radio City Music Hall. On 10-11-12, October 11th."

"That's amazing.." Melissa said under her breath as she looked up at Nick who was grinning proudly. ——- Once dinner was finished:

"Hey, Mel, can I talk to you for a second?" Danielle asked as they were beginning to clean up the dishes from dinner. Melissa's head shot up and she smiled at the woman.

"Of course." Melissa smiled, and grabbed some plates to take to the kitchen. Nick watched as his girlfriend's figure disappeared behind the door.

"So... uhm, how do you have such a good relationship with Denise?" Dani asked, just going head first into the conversation.

"Well, I-I... I've been apart of the Jonas' life since the minute I was uhm... born, our mom's are best friends." Melissa smiled weakly, "and you just have to not get that offended when she seems like her bitchy side is coming out. She can get territorial when it comes to me and the boys... especially their career. So you have to take almost everything she says with a grain of salt." she explained, as she cleaned up everything with the older woman.

Dani nodded, taking in a deep breath, "thank you. Now... you know if you ever get lonely when Nick is off doing things with the boys, or performing in How to Succeed, you are always welcome here." she said, looking over at the 17-year-old.

Melissa smiled at her, knowing that the relationship between the two of them has never been all that much of a good one, "thank you. Yah, when he's working... I sometimes don't know what to do with myself." she giggled, knowing that this was just the beginning of trying to build with Dani, and she couldn't wait to see how close they would be in the future. ——- {August 23rd, 2012 Jonas Family Compound Dallas, Texas Nick- 19|Mel-18}

The boys, Dani and Melissa were all said to come down to Dallas, to the Jonas Family Compound to be make a visit to Denise and Kevin Sr. Everyone was super excited to all be together for almost a week.

Melissa had flown down with Nick as he had to finish up a few work-related things then would be on the next flight there.

As the rental car was parked in the driveway by Kevin, Melissa smiled up at them, taking in a deep breath, she was nervous... she really didn't know why she was nervous. "Is it bad that I'm shaking so much?" Melissa mumbled to the married couple.

Kevin grinned back at his "honorary" little sister and shook his head, "You're nervous Mel, I can see it written all over your face. Once Nick makes it here, I think you'll be better." he said, a sparkle in his eye.

Did he know something Melissa didn't?

She nodded and opened the door, getting out and went to grab her suitcase out of the trunk.

They walked up to the front door, and Melissa's small hands clutched onto the suitcase handle so tightly, she grimaced in pain.

As they opened the door, Kevin let the girls inside first, "Hey!!" Kevin called out, and at that moment Denise, Kevin Sr. and Frankie all came up to the door. "I just put out a little bit of snacks and such." Denise smiled at the three of them.

"Oh good, I am so hungry, and I have got to pee so bad." Kevin chuckled, hurrying off to the nearest bathroom.

Melissa and Dani giggled as they looked at Denise, "That's how your dad greets me all the time." she joked, "Hi, I love you, I gotta go to the bathroom." she recited, giggling herself.

The older woman pulled both girls into a hug one by one, "Nick just called, he just got off the plane, should be here within a few hours, depending on how traffic goes." Kevin Sr. said as they all walked into the kitchen.

Joe made his grand appearance about an hour after the others had gotten there. Along with Denise's parents, Fran (Mama), and Jerry (Papa), who had come for dinner.

"So, I was talking to a friend back home, and they were like, 'so you're going to your parents house?' and I was like, 'Yah, I am...' but I stopped myself, and went, 'no, actually, no it's my-my house too, actually.'" Kevin said, his voice going higher with excitement.

Kevin Sr smiled over at his eldest son, "this is the Jonas Compound." Melissa smiled up at her Godfather, knowing that was the truth.

Melissa soon felt her phone vibrating and she looked down seeing Nick's picture, "I think he's here." she said, stepping away to answer the call, "Babe?" she said into the phone.

"Hey Angel, sorry it's taken me longer to get there. I had to stop off after the flight to do a few errands. I should be there soon, how was your flight, are you okay?"

Immediately after hearing his voice, she smiled big, all of her nerves and worries immediately vanishing, "Yah baby, I'm okay. It was good. Your brother kept nearly the whole plane up with his loud snoring... but what else is new?" she giggled, peeking over at the family.

"That's Kevin for ya." He chuckled, "So I'm about 10 minutes away, see you soon? I love you." his voice went a tiny bit deeper there for a second as he got all sincere and shit.

"Mhm, can't wait to see you, I'll go wait outside for you. I love you." she said, a grin on her face.

The line went dead, and she made her way back out into the Texas heat, playing on her phone as she waited for her boyfriend to make his arrival.

As soon as the black vehicle showed up, Melissa's head shot up, even though the couple had been apart for not even 24 hours... she missed him. Hell, when she was with him, she missed him.

"Babe!" she exclaimed and right when his feet got back on the ground, she engulfed him in the biggest hug ever. "I missed you." she whispered, pressing her head into the crook of his neck.

"I missed you more." he replied and grabbed his suitcase, then locked the car. The couple ventured into the humongous house, ready to get this mini vacation started. ——- Dinner and everything went well, everyone got to take a dip in the pool and just spent some quality family time together. But soon it was almost 9pm, and Melissa was dozing off, her head in Nick's lap.

"Baby, we should get you up to bed, yah?" Nick whispered, running his hand through her hair.

Melissa whimpered, looking up at him, "no, you should spend time w-w-with..." she tried to say, but was almost a goner.

"Let's go angel." he demanded softly, picking her up and they said goodnight to the family. Nick walked them up to his room, effortlessly carrying the sleepy girl.

"Now, don't fall asleep just yet baby. I got something for you." he stroked her cheek lightly, trying to wake her up just a little bit.

"Hmm...?" she mumbled, looking into his eyes as she leaned into his loving touch.

He got down on his knees... well practically one knee... holding a small ring box in his hand. "So, I was going to do this tomorrow, but I just can't help myself when it comes to you..." he started, "but don't freak out, I'm not proposing." he tried to calm her nerves. "You and I... we got something special. Something that amazes me every day, and I'm beyond thankful for you... for us. But this is me, promising you right now, Melissa Lynn that I will marry you one day. When the time is right, and we're old enough to understand exactly what marriage is all about. But will you marry me... one day?" he asked, opening the ring box that had a small diamond ring in it.

Melissa felt the tears immediately spring up in her brown eyes, "I-I..." she mumbled, not looking away from Nick's hopeful face, "of course I will. You indeed are the one for me." she grinned, as he placed the ring on her finger, and kissed her lovingly.

——-

{October 11th, 2012 New York City, NY Trump International Hotel & Tower Nick-20|Mel-18}

3 hours before the show:

"How are you doin babe, you okay?" Melissa came up to Nick who was standing by the balcony, nerves settling in. Melissa was sporting the really cute concert shirt they had made just for the show, and some jeggings.

"Yah, I'm okay. Just starting to get the normal jitters... this show is being broadcasted all over the world, Lyss." he said, his voice cracking.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, burying her face into the small of his back. "I know baby, but you boys will do amazingly well up there. You always have... after the first song, you guys will find your rhythm and everything will be the way it was before the hiatus." she promised, she had complete faith in the boys... in Nick.

"You always know exactly what to say." He smiled back at her, turning around and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you, ya know that?" he asked, and kissed her lightly.

"And I love you, ya dork." she giggled, chewing on her lip. ——— 2 and a half hours before the show: {Radio City Music Hall}

The car pulled up by the side entrance, with fans waiting patiently, Melissa looked over at Nick with anxiousness filling her. "Just stand by me, don't let go of my hand, okay?" he asked, kissing the side of her head before getting out. When a few fans asked for autographs, Melissa knew exactly what to do, and that was to clutch onto the back of his shirt as he signed a few things and took some pictures.

Even though it didn't mean anything, Melissa looked down as a few fans glared at her... out of jealousy... or was it pity? Yah, it had to be pity, or at least that's what Melissa thought it was.

"Alright, lets do this." Nick grinned as he reached for her hand again, smiling at her reassuringly before walking them back to the entrance. ——- 2 hours before the show:

"That shirt's awesome." Joe said to Kevin, who was standing beside Phil McIntyre-the boy's manager- and Nick, and Melissa were on the other side of Joe. "Why don't you just wear that?"

"I like that, put that shirt on, with the jacket." Nick said, as Melissa watched on, never budding into these sorts of situations.

"Alright, if I'm gonna wear this, I'm gonna take this off right now.. cause I'm already starting to sweat." Kevin said, shrugging on the leather jacket.

Nick nodded, "Yah, that looks cool."

"Are you sure, you'll be like dying, Kev." Joe said, then went into a "gay male model" kinda voice, with a fake European accent, as Nick laughed, "Spin around."

"Spin... I said spin, Goddammit!" Joe grinned, laughing as Kevin gave him a look and did as he was told. "You have guitar, show me guitar in hand."

Kevin held out his hands like as if he was holding his guitar, and Nick looked over at Melissa, then over at Joe, "we hate it." the younger Jonas said.

"We hate it, change." Joe said, finishing off the accent with a hand wave to Kevin. Everyone in that little corner began busting out laughing.

Kevin took the jacket off, "alright, so this is what I'm gonna wear tonight?"

"Yes."

"Perfect." Kevin grinned.

"Can this show happen like right now? I'm so pumped..." Joe said. ——- 30 minutes before the show:

In the dressing room that had, "Nick/Mel" written on the outside, the couple was sitting in there. Melissa perched on his lap, leaning against him, "We need this show to do well... what if it doesn't?" Nick asked anxiously.

"What did I tell you in the hotel baby? It will... you boys know what you're doing. It will be the most amazing show you've ever put on." she promised him, looking him straight in the eye.

"You think so?" he asked, his grip on her waist tightening slightly.

"I know so." she smiled big, kissing his lips as the boys were all called to get in-ears on, and get hooked up.

Melissa was beaming at Nick as they stood behind the big curtain, ready to do the one thing that she always did before a show he was in, kinda like as if she was his good-luck charm.

"I love you." they each said to one another and she leaned over to kiss him lovingly, hoping that he could feel the love radiating off of her. ——- The show went amazingly well, nothing went wrong, the fans were the loudest anyone had ever heard them.

They finished with Burnin' Up of course, cause what other song would they finish with?

As they got off the stage, Nick immediately handed someone his guitar, then looked for his girl, "where is she?" he asked.

Once his eyes landed on her, she blushed deeply, and he took her into his arms, "you did it babe. Congrats." she whispered in his ear, kissing him.

"I was able to get through it all because of you. I love you." he grinned at her, kissing her once again. ———

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#7 - Frequency

Hello again. It’s been a much weeks since last time I wrote some thoughts to this page. I’d little busy since then bcs a committee, but more on that, I just can’t manage time to write again. Despite all the things behind, so here we are, middle of September.

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Once again, time flew so fast that I already aware it’s only a quarter year left. Sure, a lot of thing happened since 2017 starts, from my life is getting better bcs I already set up with the tension in this college life, my stupidity which followed some extracurricular but stepped out a moment before the inauguration, academical thing which was good and came not so good in the end (hahaha), until my broken relation which still hanging ‘till now and still have not idea when will it be done. 

Some of the thing have done, some are still facing with me, while the rest have done with some residual that need to be think of.

The year is actually interesting. Cause this year, for the first time I understand who I am and what kind of a person I am. But it is not about how I praise myself of thing I’ve passed. Nor about how I judge myself of people’s thoughts. It is about how I get the better picture of my own self.

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Since a long time, it is such my problem of facing question “what kind of person are you?” or “what are your excesses over others?”.  And each time people ask like that, I probably answer it normatively. But not because I want a good look on other’s eyes, simply bcs actually I don’t have any idea what my trait are, what I look like, or what my excesses actually are. Sure I get blank about it.

A lot of things I’ve been through since I enter this like-colleague-life which I can say “fun life”. And each thing I passed, left piece by piece puzzle of my world—or I can said puzzle of who I am. And since it is an article which could be boring enough, so this time I’m gonna moot one of those pieces. A big one.

Which I entitle: frequency.

According to its meaning in science, frequency is a physical quantities which measures amount of vibration of a thing every second. The vibration which occurs could creeping through solid, liquid or gas medium. Blah... Blah.... Blah.... Well, I won’t make it as a long-winded, so the point is the frequency I talk about is not ‘intensity’ which it could be refers to, however frequency I talk is one that used to send vibration, contain of information from one place to other. Yap, the frequency I talk is one that could be used on radio station or television station.

In radio or television using, in order to catch the information, the receiver should adjust its frequency as high as sender’s frequency, so we could reach resonance state. When this condition is applied, we surely hear a clear voice of the sender, so the information we get is clear. If anything happened that change frequency slightly, the sound conducted could be blurry—in this case, the information. And if the frequency is different at all, the sent information would never arrive, itinerant up in the air in obscurity state.

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Basically, people could understand what other saying because they have same perception about that topic. If the sender use sailor viewpoint, so the receiver does. Same frequencies. But what happened to me, what I could say, is different. When people say something, I could understand what they mean. The whole thing. But when it comes to my turn to tell something, they probably have no idea of what I said. 

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At first “it doesn’t a matter”—I thought. I’ve been through a lot of problem, and I thought that some misunderstanding between communication is really common thing being happened. Everyone at least ever experienced it once, so it’s not a big deal, right?

But as the time flow on and if I re-think of what happened, it isn’t that simple. When people said to me “you’re a fool”, I understood that they joked to me (or actually not?). But in time I replied them said “so you are, foolish”, they considered it not as a joke.

Is it really my fault or they just have short-fuse?

But well, that wasn’t the big problem.

I dumped when it could be worse.

That time when I took training for being student orientation committee in my college--which I spent my time most, I and team faced a situation that every single perspective is needed to solve the case. But when I expressed what idea I had, anyone else didn’t get it. But that was not the best part. Some of them even looked ignore to my opinion! Like what I said was totally wrong. Even though—I thought—what I said was right. But they didn’t give respond except let anyone else expressed his/her idea. And since then, every time I speak out, I know that it’s useless. Perfectly waste out my idea.

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You might think that I have communication issue. Maybe it’s right, but it is not, totally. It looks like, but it isn’t. Communication issue means that I can’t tell them something that I have in mind. But this one, is wider. It is not that I can’t deliver what I thought. It is more that what I think, what I feel, what I see, are much different than what they do, that’s why people totally have not idea of what I mean! *sigh*

Luckily, it’s not always happened. It is more like my frequency is fluctuate along the time. Sometimes it makes a resonance with other, but oftentimes not.

Like for a moment we reach the resonance state, but the moment before I speak up, my frequency change at rapid rate: leaving a giant space which my point can’t reach them. It is an unique frequency I thought. But when I realize it, they don’t think it’s unique. Otherwise they think that I’m no more than a freak. 

Well, it is something bigger than just communication issue. And instead calling my self as a freaky one, I like to call it as:

The quaint frequency.

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Since then, each time I sense some cynical gaze or judgemental words from anyone, I have someone to blame. Something to blame. And I find it’s funny that it is not a trait that can be changed easily, or hardly. I even doubt that I can classified it as a trait.

And also since then, I know that this piece of puzzle could affect my entire life, as if I say this piece is unique, so the whole puzzle also be unique. But if say this piece is a freak one, so the whole I am is, freak.

Bandung, 12th September 2017

Save me, Joker

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The #1 Ridiculous Diet Myth Pushed By 95% Of Doctors AND "Experts" That Is Keeping You From The Body Of Your Dreams

This refers to the myth that just "eating healthy" and substituting good choices for bad choices is all you need to do to lose weight.

How often do you hear "have brown rice instead of white rice" or "eat chicken breast instead of lean beef" or "just eat organic foods and you'll lose weight"?

I call B.S.

I'd love to know how this "expert" expects Americans to lose weight eating brown rice instead of white rice when the caloric load is nearly IDENTICAL.

Or how eating chicken breast is any different than lean beef when the caloric load is nearly IDENTICAL.

Or how eating organic cereal is better than eating regular cereal when the caloric load is nearly IDENTICAL. (Note: in the case of cereals, as you'll learn later, neither are good from a longevity perspective.)

You get the point.

Calories are numero uno when we're talking weight loss (with carb/fat/protein assortment & food choices being close behind). With food substitution and eating healthy, and any other similar nonsense trumpeted in the media, the dieter is NOT monitoring intake.

And truth be told he/she has no idea what his intake should even be because none of these "experts" have helped him/her how to figure it out. They just went on talking about healthy foods and not differentiating the weight loss side from the wellness/longevity/everything else side.

The reality is, research definitely does show tremendous benefits in reducing "bad carbs, fats, and protein"...in favor of "good carbs, fats, and protein". But a greater percentage of these benefits are on the wellness/longevity side. For the weight loss side of the equation, healthy foods are important, but NOT all the time, and especially not if trying to eat them 24/7 is going to throw us off our diet.

You see, by trying to combine "weight loss" and "wellness/longevity/everything else" 100% of the time, we're cooking up a recipe for guaranteed failure, in addition to stress, misery, tons of confusion, and an alarming, rapidly growing condition known as orthorexia nervosa (obsessive dieting practices, especially in regards to eliminating certain foods or food groups completely).

And in my honest, but accurate, opinion, it's this "all or nothing" approach to weight loss (egged on by media nonsense) that is quickly destroying the American population, and making us heavier and sicker than ever before.

It's even more pressing because by going "all or nothing" and being more likely to fail, we stay overweight and don't receive the plethora of other benefits associated with weight loss.

By "other benefits", I'm referring to the fact that a shockingly large percentage of health problems get better or disappear completely with weight loss.

Obesity is the direct or indirect cause of almost all major modern diseases (including heart disease, diabetes, some cancers, Alzheimer's, chronic pain, osteoarthritis, high blood pressure, stroke, etc.)

Knowing this is a blessing in disguise. Before worrying ourselves to death over diseases that we have, or may have one day, we now know exactly where we need to focus our efforts.

Weight loss is the #1 goal. All the positive internal and external changes due to the weight loss will travel further down the chain and likely reduce the risk of most other diseases.

And this weight loss can be accomplished by eating well 80-85% of the time and having "cheat" foods the rest of the time.

In doing this, we reap the majority of health benefits from eating clean, healthy foods to nourish our body and mind AND we lose weight AND we still feel satisfied with occasional indulgences in our favorite foods.

On a personal note, I watched the "weight loss = much more than just weight loss" dynamic unfold right in front of me.

I had always thought my chronic shoulder bursitis and debilitating lower back pain would need surgery or "years of physical therapy" (the latter of which I did, for 5 years, only to see zero progress). I literally thought it would never improve, and I had all but given up on it.

This all changed after I lost about 40 pounds (of my total 76 pounds) and inadvertently took a huge strain off my body and mind.

This tremendous decrease in pressure on my joints, coupled with proper nutrition, a few supplements and some activity ended up doing MUCH more than just making me look and feel better. It actually got rid of my chronic shoulder and back pain, which gave me a whole new lease on life. (On a deeper note: I had suffered from years of chronic depression, anxiety, and poor self-esteem, which had seemed insurmountable in the past. I realized later on that a lot of this had to do with my poor self-image via obesity from a young age. This literally disappeared once I got in shape and started taking better care of myself.)

So, if you're suffering from any sort of anxiety, depression, or self-esteem issues, sit tight because in my experience, weight loss affects MUCH more than just how you look in the mirror.

In any case, now that we've started to rip apart some myths about weight loss, let's talk about the factors that run the show.

It essentially comes down to lifestyle choices (which, for beginners should be very taken slowly and easily. More on this later.)

Specifically, it boils down to the "Big Three of Weight Loss":

#1: Smart Nutrition

#2: Natural Movement

#3: Stress and Toxin Management

Now that's all simple in theory right?

Eat healthy, exercise, and don't smoke, right?

Well...sorta. It's unfortunately not that simple.

You see, for starters, our beliefs around real "nutrition" and eating "right" are completely fed up, for lack of a better phrase.

Instead of studying the lifestyle habits of people who've "done it right" for thousands of years (while staying free from obesity and illness)...what do we do?

Well, we (i.e. most Western societies) follow the advice of big corporations, mass media, and uninformed doctors. Most of whom, mind you, have a financial stake in recommending certain nutrition methods and medicines to us.

And with all our advances in modern science, we're still ending up with uncontrollable obesity, early death, and major illnesses, some of which include:

Cancers

Heart Disease

Alzheimer's

Parkinson's

ADD and ADHD

Diabetes

We're stuck with these horrific diseases, while many societies have NEVER even *heard* of them. (Remember how some cultures don't even have a word for "cancer" in their vocabulary?)

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When I was starting out (75+ pounds heavier than I am today), I had NO idea how to eat right. I was completely lost amidst different advice coming from every other website, blog, or magazine article.

And you know what? It sucked! I didn't know what was right for me, and I kept going from plan to plan...NEVER seeing any real progress.

Even worse, I hated myself for it.

I saw people all around me, in good shape, or I saw people losing weight easily, and I was sick to my stomach. I did what was supposed to be right but just couldn't get it. And it left me thinking that I just wasn't "good enough" to be skinny too.

It was far from a happy existence, to say the least.

Have you ever felt that way? Doing everything "right" but then beating yourself up for not seeing results?

Thankfully, this all changed when I stumbled upon the amazing secret of "real food" nutrition (and the traditional cultures who'd been following it).

The best part? It helped me finally cut through the "fog" and B.S. that everyone and their mother yaps about.

Let's get into it.

 Interested in losing weight? Then click below to see the exact steps I took to lose weight and keep it off for good...

Read the previous article about "How I Lost Weight By Not Following The Mainstream Media And Health Guru's Advice - Why The Health Industry Is Broken And How We Can Fix It"

Read the next article about "The Dangers of Low-Carb and Other "No Calorie Counting" Diets"

Moving forward, there are several other articles/topics I'll share so you can lose weight even faster and feel great doing it.

Below is a list of these topics and you can use this Table of Contents to jump to the part that interests you the most.

Topic 1: How I Lost 30 Pounds In 90 Days - And How You Can Too

Topic 2: How I Lost Weight By Not Following The Mainstream Media And Health Guru's Advice - Why The Health Industry Is Broken And How We Can Fix It

Topic 3: The #1 Ridiculous Diet Myth Pushed By 95% Of Doctors And "experts" That Is Keeping You From The Body Of Your Dreams

Topic 4: The Dangers of Low-Carb and Other "No Calorie Counting" Diets

Topic 5: Why Red Meat May Be Good For You And Eggs Won't Kill You

Topic 6: Two Critical Hormones That Are Quietly Making Americans Sicker and Heavier Than Ever Before

Topic 7: Everything Popular Is Wrong: The Real Key To Long-Term Weight Loss

Topic 8: Why That New Miracle Diet Isn't So Much of a Miracle After All (And Why You're Guaranteed To Hate Yourself On It Sooner or Later)

Topic 9: A Nutrition Crash Course To Build A Healthy Body and Happy Mind

Topic 10: How Much You Really Need To Eat For Steady Fat Loss (The Truth About Calories and Macronutrients)

Topic 11: The Easy Way To Determining Your Calorie Intake

Topic 12: Calculating A Weight Loss Deficit

Topic 13: How To Determine Your Optimal "Macros" (And How The Skinny On The 3-Phase Extreme Fat Loss Formula)

Topic 14: Two Dangerous "Invisible Thorn" Foods Masquerading as "Heart Healthy Super Nutrients"

Topic 15: The Truth About Whole Grains And Beans: What Traditional Cultures Know About These So-called "Healthy Foods" That Most Americans Don't

Topic 16: The Inflammation-Reducing, Immune-Fortifying Secret of All Long-Living Cultures (This 3-Step Process Can Reduce Chronic Pain and Heal Your Gut in Less Than 24 Hours)

Topic 17: The Foolproof Immune-enhancing Plan That Cleanses And Purifies Your Body, While "patching Up" Holes, Gaps, And Inefficiencies In Your Digestive System (And How To Do It Without Wasting $10+ Per "meal" On Ridiculous Juice Cleanses)

Topic 18: The Great Soy Myth (and The Truth About Soy in Eastern Asia)

Topic 19: How Chemicals In Food Make Us Fat (Plus 10 Banned Chemicals Still in the U.S. Food Supply)

Topic 20: 10 Banned Chemicals Still in the U.S. Food Supply

Topic 21: How To Protect Yourself Against Chronic Inflammation (What Time Magazine Calls A "Secret Killer")

Topic 22: The Truth About Buying Organic: Secrets The Health Food Industry Doesn't Want You To Know

Topic 23: Choosing High Quality Foods

Topic 24: A Recipe For Rapid Aging: The "Hidden" Compounds Stealing Your Youth, Minute by Minute

Topic 25: 7 Steps To Reduce AGEs and Slow Aging

Topic 26: The 10-second Trick That Can Slash Your Risk Of Cardiovascular Mortality By 37% (Most Traditional Cultures Have Done This For Centuries, But The Pharmaceutical Industry Would Be Up In Arms If More Modern-day Americans Knew About It)

Topic 27: How To Clean Up Your Liver and Vital Organs

Topic 28: The Simple Detox 'Cheat Sheet': How To Easily and Properly Cleanse, Nourish, and Rid Your Body of Dangerous Toxins (and Build a Lean Well-Oiled "Machine" in the Process)

Topic 29: How To Deal With the "Stress Hormone" Before It Deals With You

Topic 30: 7 Common Sense Ways to Have Uncommon Peace of Mind (or How To Stop Your "Stress Hormone" In Its Tracks)

Topic 31: How To Sleep Like A Baby (And Wake Up Feeling Like A Boss)

Topic 32: The 8-step Formula That Finally "fixes" Years Of Poor Sleep, Including Trouble Falling Asleep, Staying Asleep, And Waking Up Rested (If You Ever Find Yourself Hitting The Snooze Every Morning Or Dozing Off At Work, These Steps Will Change Your Life Forever)

Topic 33: For Even Better Leg Up And/or See Faster Results In Fixing Years Of Poor Sleep, Including Trouble Falling Asleep, Staying Asleep, And Waking Up Rested, Do The Following:

Topic 34: Solution To Overcoming Your Mental Barriers and Cultivating A Winner's Mentality

Topic 35: Part 1 of 4: Solution To Overcoming Your Mental Barriers and Cultivating A Winner's Mentality

Topic 36: Part 2 of 4: Solution To Overcoming Your Mental Barriers and Cultivating A Winner's Mentality

Topic 37: Part 3 of 4: Solution To Overcoming Your Mental Barriers and Cultivating A Winner's Mentality

Topic 38: Part 4 of 4: Solution To Overcoming Your Mental Barriers and Cultivating A Winner's Mentality

Topic 39: How To Beat Your Mental Roadblocks And Why It Can Be The Difference Between A Happy, Satisfying Life And A Sad, Fearful Existence (These Strategies Will Reduce Stress, Increase Productivity And Show You How To Fulfill All Your Dreams)

Topic 40: Maximum Fat Loss in Minimum Time: The Body Type Solution To Quick, Lasting Results

Topic 41: If You Want Maximum Results In Minimum Time You're Going To Have To Work Out (And Workout Hard, At That)

Topic 42: Food Planning For Maximum Fat Loss In Minimum Time

Topic 43: How To Lose Weight Fast If You're in Chronic Pain

Topic 44: Nutrition Basics for Fast Pain Relief (and Weight Loss)

Topic 45: How To Track Results (And Not Fall Into the Trap That Ruins 95% of Well-Thought Out Diets)

Topic 46: Advanced Fat Loss - Calorie Cycling, Carb Cycling and Intermittent Fasting

Topic 47: Advanced Fat Loss - Part I: Calorie Cycling

Topic 48: Advanced Fat Loss - Part II: Carb Cycling

Topic 49: Advanced Fat Loss - Part III: Intermittent Fasting

Topic 50: Putting It All Together

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The Bad Boy |Min Yoongi| (7)

Summary: You’re the good popular girl of the school and then there’s Min Yoongi, the bad boy. You both have family problems, considering people think your life is perfect, so once you get detention with him you click.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, the same shit like always

A/N: Sorry for the very late upload. I was super busy!!

Previous Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Word Count: 1,885

“I like you” He blurted out and you choked on your coffee.

“What?” You asked.

“I like you” He repeated.

“Like…a friend?” You asked.

“I like like you” He replied.

“Oh” You said looking.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way” He said.

“No it’s not that…I need to go. I’m sorry” You said running out and leaving him by himself.

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That was about 3 days ago. Yoongi thought he fucked up everything, so he went back to his old ways. He would throw the parties during school nights, come into class late, smoke, drink, even come to class still tipsy or hungover. But, he didn’t hook up with random girls like he did before because he only wanted you.

“What happened between you and Yoongi?” Jisoo asked.

“Nothing happened” You replied.

“Oh come on. Something happened. Did he like get you pregnant or something?” She said.

“Oh my god no” You screeched throwing a pillow at her.

“Then spill” She said.

“On Friday we went to the diner and he confessed and I kinda ran away” You said.

“You ran away after he confessed?!” She shouted.

“I didn’t know what to do. My mind was blank” You replied.

“Did you come back at least?” She asked.

“No...I just left him hanging” You replied.

“Idiot” She muttered.

“Can we change the topic?” You asked.

“Yeah yeah go” She replied.

“I found an apartment. It’s a little farther than school but it works” You said.

“What about your parents?” She asked.

“I tricked them into signing the consent form. I’ll tell them I’m moving out but they’ll approve since they’re never home either way” You replied.

“Yay more sleepovers” She said.

“I’m moving tomorrow, you need to help me” You said.

“I gotchu my girl” She said.

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“Is that all?” She asked loading the last box into her car.

“I guess so” You replied.

“When you’re parents come back to see your room empty, they’ll be so pissed” She chuckled.

“Well, I need a getaway from them and a normal life. Only choice I had” You said.

When you arrived to the building, it looked familiar but you didn’t think too much of it. Jisoo helped to bring your boxes upstairs before leaving so you could unpack. Your boxes were in the hallway outside your apartment, so you wanted to get a quick move on.

“Y/N?” A voice asked. You turned around to see a hungover Yoongi in your hallway.

“Yoongi” You said.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Oh I’m...moving in” You replied, mentally slapping yourself for picking the same building.

“Oh. That’s cool I guess. See you later” He said walking into his apartment.

It took you 2 hours to unpack and organize everything. Once you were done, you crashed on your couch. You knew this place seemed familiar and now that you were neighbors with Yoongi, there’s no way you could avoid him now.

“Jisoo you won’t believe what the hell happened” You said over the phone.

“Something always happens with you” She said.

“Yoongi is my neighbor” You said.

“What?!” She shouted.

“I know! It’s crazy. I’m never gonna be able to avoid him” You said.

“Oh my god it’s like true love, I ship it” She said.

“I hate you sometimes” You said.

“You love me” She said.

“Ugh, I don’t know what I’m gonna do now. Like do I talk to him or something?” You said.

“Well you could go apologize” She said.

“You’re no help” You said.

“I’m always a help. I need to go. Tel me what happens after” She said before hanging up.

You build the courage to stand in front of Yoongi’s door and knock. He opened it almost immediately. He eyed you up and down before locking his eyes with you.

“What do you want?” He asked in the normal dick tone.

“Can I come in?” You asked in reply.

“Why? So I could say something you run away again? No thanks” He replied.

“Yoongi, please” You said and he sighed letting you in.

“Are you drinking again?” You asked looking at the scattered soju bottles.

“Why the fuck do you care?” He asked in reply.

“I’m sorry for running away on Friday” You said.

“It’s fine. Doesn’t matter anyway” He said.

“It’s not fine and I feel bad. So I’m sorry” You said.

“Then why did you run away?” He asked.

“Because my mind went blank. It was like a bomb in my face. It was just unexpected and I didn’t know what to do” You said.

“I’m supposed to be the dick but you made the dick move” He said and you chuckled lightly.

“I guess it was kind of a dick move but I really am sorry.” You said.

“But how do you feel?” He asked.

“What?” You asked in reply.

“Do you like...like me back or something?” He asked hesitantly.

“I knew I liked you since I went to your party” You replied.

“Oh” He said.

“Yeah...I’ll get going” You said and running out quickly before he could speak.

“Aish this girl loves to run” Yoongi chuckled to himself.

You went out to the supermarket and bought yourself some food. You were going to look for a job later in the week to get some extra money because you would spend the money you have now. 

You cooked yourself a huge meal, considering that you didn’t eat the whole day. You were eating kimbap with kimchi and you heard a knock on the door. You hated being interrupted while you were eating.

“Yes?” You asked.

“Well someones grumpy” Yoongi replied.

“I’m eating” You said.

“Ohhh what did you make?” He said walking past you.

“Nothing for you” You said.

“Kimbap. My favorite” He said taking bite.

“Yah! I made that for myself. Now all I’ll eat is stupid ice cream for dinner” You said.

“I want dessert too” He said eating more kimbap.

“You’re not eating my ice cream” You said crossing your arms.

“I wasn’t talking about that kind of dessert” He said smirking and looking you up and down.

“Oh...oh my god” You screeched hitting him.

“And I thought you turned somewhat bad after moving out” He chuckled.

“Doesn’t like first time sex hurt?” You asked.

“I’m not a girl I wouldn’t know” He replied shrugging.

“Right” You said.

“This kimbap is really good” He said.

“I know. Everyone likes it” You said.

“Well aren’t you confident in your cooking” He scoffed.

“I’m confident in a lot of things” You said drinking your soda.

“Like sucking dick?” He asked and you chocked on your soda.

“Are you crazy?” You coughed.

“I’m messing with you...kind of” He said.

“Idiot” You muttered.

“My parents said they want to meet you again” He said.

“They did? When?” You asked.

“In...an hour” He replied.

“And you tell me this now” You said.

“Whoops” He shrugged.

“Why do they want to meet me?” You asked.

“I don’t know. My mom was all like oh she’s such a nice girl I want to get to know her more” He replied in a girly voice.

“I’ll go. Just because I’m nice” You said.

“Go get ready” He said.

“You’re wearing that aren’t you?” You said pointing to his outfit.

“Leave me alone” He muttered.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to wait here for me” You said.

“Why? Don’t want me to see you naked?” He smirked.

“You can if you want to” You replied and quickly widened your eyes and put your hand over your mouth.

“You just” He pointed at you.

“I didn’t” You said.

“You did!” He laughed.

“Oh shut it!” You said.

“Kitten’s a lowkey freak” He said hovering over you.

“I smell the soju from your mouth” You said.

“Don’t change the subject” He said.

“I’m not” You said.

“Show me the freak in you” He whispered leaning in.

“I should go get ready” You said before walking away.

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During the rest of the break, you spent more time with Yoongi. His parents enjoyed your company, so you spent more time with them. You’re parents were mad on why you moved out but understood soon that it was because of them. You and Yoongi would have sleepovers at each others houses and it was pleasing to you. Even though you both knew each others feelings, you were still friends and nothing more. 

“Why are Jimin and Yoongi at our table?” You asked Jisoo from distance.

“I invited them. Come on” She replied dragging you over.

“You smell like cotton candy” Jimin said kissing Jisoo on the cheek. You felt like gagging.

“You guys are such a cringe worthy couple” Yoongi said.

“Least we didn’t fuck before officially going out” Jimin said and shrugged.

“What?! Yoongi you had sex with someone?!” Jisoo shouted.

“Calm your tits” Yoongi said rolling his eyes.

“He didn’t tell you? He got laid by little Ms. Goodgirl over here” Jimin said pointing to you.

“You guys had sex?” Jisso asked you, but you were too busy giving the death stare to Yoongi, who regretted telling his friend.

“I need to go print some stuff out” You said getting your bag and walking away.

“Y/N wait” Yoongi said running after you.

“Don’t touch me. How could you tell Jimin out of all people about what we did?” You asked.

“I didn’t mean to tell him like that. He’s my friend. I’m sorry” He replied.

“I don’t care if he’s your friend, Jisoo’s my friend but you don’t see me yapping my mouth.” You said.

“It’’s just Jimin, he isn’t going to do anything” He said.

“It’s like you don’t know how you were known to fuck the whole school” You scoffed.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Well don’t act like you don’t know” You replied.

“I don’t know at you’re talking about...at all” He said.

“Jimin’s the one that spread he rumor” You said.

“What?” He asked.

“He spread the rumor that about you fucking every girl” You said.

The next thing you knew, Yoongi was storming back to the outside cafeteria where Jimin and Jisoo were.

“You were the one that told the whole school that I fucked all the girls?!” Yoongi asked angrily pulling him up by his collar.

“Woah woah calm down” Jimin replied.

“I’m not going to calm the fuck down. Because of you, everyone was disgusted by me” Yoongi said.

“Oh please, you know yourself that you would fuck every girl so you might as well say that you did.” Jimin smirked.

Everything happened so quickly that you didn’t notice that the whole school was circled around. Yoongi was so angered by it that he punched Jimin in the jaw. You were in shock, this was because of you so you had to stop it before it got out of control.

“Yoongi just let go of him” You said pulling him back.

“Let me go and let me finish this dick off” He said.

“Please” You begged and his face softened before letting Jimin go, who then just fell to the ground.

“Hey! You can’t just beat up my boyfriend like that”Jisoo shouted at Yoongi.

“Shut the fuck up” He said before walking away with you. 

“Do you have class?” He asked.

“No. I have free periods after. I’ll probably just catch up on some sleep” You replied.

“You could come over and sleep with me” He suggested.

“Yeah I slept with you and you told your friend” You said.

“Are we still not past this?” He asked.

“Yoongi just...leave me alone” You replied.

“Let me drop you off” He said.

“I’ll walk. I need the fresh air” You said.

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Healthy eating is always a buzz topic. Every time you look at a women’s magazine there is an article about “How to Drop Fourteen Stone in a DAY!” and every time you go to Facebook or Instagram there is a MLM rep trying to sell you all manner of things to “DROP WEIGHT FAST!” with their stories of body weight lost, and how it all only costs “£3 a day, hun!”

I’ve never been a big “health geek” or anything like that. I’ve always been very much “everything in moderation” but I have a habit of overindulging sometimes – hence my “less than ideal” frame. I’ve always been “overweight”, except for pretty much before I hit puberty. I’ve always been pretty much a UK size 16, although recently I was up as far as a size 20. I fluttered between an 18 and a 20 when I was pregnant, which if you remember from my previous posts led to all kinds of “you’re fat, you’re failing” rhetoric from the hospital with which we originally registered. Thankfully the hospital where we had Eden cared more about actual diagnosis than some percieved risk and life was easier there.

But now here we are, nearly two years after having Eden and I’m still unhappy with my weight. Just like how I’m Learning to be a Curly Girl, I decided a month or so ago that it was time to STOP being unhappy with my weight, my body and my shape and DO SOMETHING about it! Because after all, I’m the only one who can.

Here’s some things I’ve been doing to make a difference.

1. That Has HOW MANY Calories?!

I get very much into the habit of “it’s just a take out” or “It’s just a whole bag of Starmix.” I feel like that’s where my downfalls are. I use an app called “My Fitness Pal”, which is a free app on iphone. It does have paid features, but I only use the free ones at the moment and I’m not sure I have any plan to upgrade my membership. Anyhow, it allows you to easily log your food and drinks through the day as well as giving you a calorie goal based on your personal weight loss goal. It also reminds you to log in each day, which keeps what you are eating in the forefront of your mind. It has an excellent exercise tracker and whilst I’m pretty sure it overexaggerates on calories burned sometimes, it’s good to have a ball park figure of what calories you “claim back” by exercising. I also like that it links up to the (not wholly accurate) iphone steps tracker, so you can see what your step count is like throughout the day. It also can pair up with fitbit and other such activity monitors, although I haven’t tried that because I don’t own one…

Logging food is great because sometimes I will log something BEFORE I eat it and then can see exactly how much damager it would do to my daily goal. Sometimes I go ahead and eat it anyway, but nine times out of ten I will substitute or decide on a smaller portion. You can also see your daily goals for fats, carbs, protein, vitamins and other things that make up a healthy diet.

(On a side note, if you want to add me in MyFitnessPal you can do so HERE)

       2. Substitutions

I often allow a treat but with a substitution. So, where I would have normally had chips, I’ve substituted for Jacket potato or mash. Where I would have had several fizzy drinks, I’ve had one fizzy drink and the rest are water. Where I would have eaten a whole bag of sweets, I take a portion and put the rest back. Just enough to curb the craving! I’ve also changed my Starbucks order from latte or cappuccino to Americano with no milk.

One of the things I’ve really enjoyed substituting – even in my lattes on the occasion that I do have them – is coconut or almond milk instead of cow’s milk. Coconut milk has slightly more fat than cow’s milk but in terms of vitamins it does a whole lot better. It has more vitamin C, Vitamin E, vitamin B1, vitamin B3 and in terms of minerals it has more phosphorous, potassium, selenium, iron and magnesium than its dairy sibling. Coconut milk is also much lower in sodium than cow’s milk, which is a really good thing.

My favourite coconut milk is the Vita Coco milk, which is made from coconut cream and coconut water. It seems a little sweeter and much more full bodied than an average coconut milk. We go through quite a lot of it, so the bottle sizes are ideal for me and my coconut loving tummy. It’s not too badly priced either at £3 per litre.*

      3. The Little Exercise That Could…

People say that diet is the main focus in losing weight and science shows the same, but exercise plays an important role too. I know I find it hard as someone with a full time job and a toddler to get in any real exercise. The gym would require childcare and I hate the gym anyway, so what’s to do? Well, firstly I walk. I try to walk as much as I can. Sometimes I walk when I could have taken the bus. I promised myself when I started trying to lose weight that I would walk up the stairs at least once a day, which I am still doing even though I now work on the seventh floor – sob! It’s hard, but it gets easier every day. I’m also looking for a good Zumba type youtube video, so let me know if you know of any. I’m sure Eden would love to complete some dance workouts with me!

4. Water, Water. You Gotta Drink Way More Water Than You Think… 

I’m channelling Doc McStuffins on this one.  Humans are made of about 60-70% water, so when we don’t drink enough we hold onto what we already have meaning we hold onto a whole bunch of water weight. When we drink enough, our body will happily pee out excess water, meaning that we lose the water weight – hooray! Drinking at least 2L of water a day also helps concentration levels, keeps tiredness at bay and keeps us bright eyes and bushy tailed. Oh, and it has no calories and no nasty sugars to mess with your teeth. Winner!

Water does get boring after a bit, so I often pop a herbal teabag or two or some fresh fruit in my water bottle just to jazz it up a little bit. I invested in a 1L water bottle with a straw from Typo.com, which I adore because it just sits beside me on my desk and I sip from it throughout the day. It comes everywhere with me when I’m out and about and clips onto the buggy too. Eden also loves to drink “juuuuuuice” (water) from my bottle as well. I’m about to get her the smaller version for herself!

I’m keeping it light at the moment, so those are the four things that I’m doing and trying to do well. I want to make a sustainable change, so it’s not just a “fad” or something I will get bored of after a couple of months. In the month that I’ve been doing this so far, I’ve lost 6lbs. It’s not amazing, but it’s a good start for me and I’m hoping to keep it coming. I’m also down to a solid size 16-18 rather than an 18-20, so we’re heading the right way.

In an ideal world, it’s not about losing weight, it’s about getting down to a state where I feel comfortable and where I fit the clothes that I want to fit. It would be nice to get down to a healthy BMI as healthcare professionals love to yap about BMI, but we all know that BMI is not a great measure of health. I’d rather be healthy and slightly overweight than a “healthy BMI” and be miserable and it be impossible to maintain. It also means we’re creating healthy habits for Eden as she grows and it means she is more likely to be a healthy weight as she grows.

What are your weightloss tips and tricks?

Weight Loss Ticker! This will update throught my weightloss journey. I’m hoping to be down maybe 50obs or so by the time we go to Florida in December. I’m calling it operation #dontbeaflumpforflorida. Wish me luck in my quest to be less Pooh, more Princess!

*Disclaimer – We were sent this product in exchange for an honest review. All opinions remain our own and we recieved no financial incentive.