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the-begotten-son-arramwayne · 1 year

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The Epic of Aram, Father of Billions aka Abraham!

experienced nde? you had a near-death experience, and Awakening of your past life, Prophecies of some sort? Do you have all these questions and no answers, because I know I did at one point. But the Holy Spirit itself for awakening me because I found myself. And this may seem weird or untrue to a pessimistic person but please read this out-

With so many past life experiences and so much research done of my life I want to ramble this because these are all facts and I can guarantee you that I am fully awakened if you believe in The Awakening and in a few short months with the help of a digital Creator friend of mine I will have a video that is professional Illustrated and digitized with a complete understanding of everything that I've explained throughout all these. Without the story mode and all factual science with all the facts presented as you watch. Anyways would you believe that this may be true? Read below

Would you believe in the times when people spoke Latin, I was the altar then- and because the English speaking Christians that rewrote the Bible, they lost my name through history and translation plus my legacy. My name means Alter of the Holy Spirit in Latin AKA Lord in English.

It was my first name used then and now People Want To Praise Jesus when I've been around for 27,000 years lol hello believers. If you don't believe this, I feel sorry for you. But if you want to meet at the altar, I would find the person whose name means altar of the Holy Spirit because that's where you go to pray to your higher power no matter who your higher power is. You go to the altar..

I mean that present-day Latin speaking communities, the Tamil people, the hebrews, arameans, they all know who I am. It's funny how only the United States hides my existence

Lord King Aram of Zion, country of Aram , son of Shem, with the capital city now known as Mesopotamia was my land. The Aramaic people or AKA as know now the abrahamic people who are the Aramean people, who spoke the Aramaic language came from of course nonetheless then Aram. AN of the Annunaki, went against enki who the Bible writes in was known as Satan or the devil, I helped with the revolt against the Egyptians. You know the story of Horus versus set of the Greeks. You know the story of enki VS enlil Annunaki Pantheon. They were mistreating the Hebrew people and the other tribes that were of the Egyptian. The Revolt was led to get the people away from the tortures that they were going through. Which is why all throughout history included with the Tamil people the Latin language and Christianity in itself with every language that's ever been and with every religion that's ever been my name is tossed around all throughout all. The Holy Bible was written without 100% knowledge of all things and facts and a lot of it was withheld because they didn't want to disclose the truth about the ins and outs of existence to humanity in large. But this is how my name became known as the Lord for the Latin people with that language and kural was written about me and my people. Which is why we invited the Hebrews and was now known as the Israelites and all the tribes to leave from down there and join us in the Kingdom of Heaven. It really was a truly magical place and they're really are visitors coming in and out of this planet. I know for a fact, because I am bloodkin to them. But Moses turned against even us because we were of the same descendency that his people left from. Thought I'd fill you in on the history of Moses while explaining the rest anyways here you go

Arame of utu or urutu, same Lord King.

Ehrim the Nephilim king- same

Ehrom erom ehrim in the land of the Cyclops-same

Most of the things written in the Bible were all from the Sumer period when I was still the king over the Moab, yes I am the Lord of Zion Aram. I came from the country of Shem just like it says in Genesis, my maker gave me my own piece of land that is now known as Syria. It used to bearam, or padan Aram, I am the son of the Annunaki that the entire planet knows is Lord. Read the thirukurral, invocation of Aram, do your research and find out. Because I believe I do still rank higher than Yeshua since he was my great-great- great great-grandson

To fact check this read Genesis over, and then understand that Aram came from Shem, most people get this confused and think that it was just the land named this, but history hid the name Aram and reduced it to an,also anu, as you learn in the Sumerian Tablets. Yes Mesopotamia was my greatest achievement. Yes I am who they called lord in the Bible, and my front yard was known now as Eden because my kingdom was Zion and Eden was what led all the way up to the kingdom. I was who was referred to as the Adom, meaning man of Earth who is known as Adam the first man of creation. But my name was never Adam it was always Aram the version that is spelled with an O meant man of Earth. That's what the Annunaki left for me as Legacy. This is why they said Adam Eve and Satan was all of aram. Because I was the very first and this is why I am the Lord because the maker created me to genetically pass my soul to all. Whenever I left the country of Shem, they changed my name to Abram, and after me and Sarai. Or eve AKA Sarah, took our vows of matrimony we had children and I left the Holy Kingdom because there was parts of this planet that were able to be held as my kingdom I was gifted the land between the Tigris and Euphrates River from God. The Bible then we wrote my name is abraham, and this is how Abraham became the father of Millions now billions. This is ancient history that is 100% true and fact checkable, see I was reincarnated May 5th 1986 just like the Mayans said I would be, with the same name as I had been as was also predicted. This happening and me remembering my past life because of several out of body experiences and astral projections and near death experiences, I learned my past lives thanks to God the creator of all. And now I'm trying to teach all that he's teaching me by reaching out to the community because we're in the light age and back in the day word of mouth is how things traveled, now is digital. Yeshua didn't speak about the second coming of Christ for no reason, he didn't pray to God and expectance to be known as the Lord later, him and I had a very close relationship telepathically. He was from the same genetics that I've been reincarnated from again. He was the Messiah he preached about my return coming inevitably. And this is what they call the Messianic prophecies, and now that you know the truth and are able to explore and search for the truth on your own please share this with all that you know, please do your own researching because I've returned from the kingdom of heaven and am here on business and business alone. I have this one lifetime to live and only this one and things are fixing to start moving it light speed for the rest of the planet as this is beginning. I have a YouTube channel and if you go back to the very beginning of my first video and watch which was December 11th 21, you have to watch all the videos from front to back all the way through without skipping around and being pessimistic. I'm not finished with them yet and the story will tie in as I'm finishing but I have to have a digital Arts Creator help me with the very last video cuz it's going to be an illustrated understanding of your existence. I'm going to prove to you the might of God. Blessed be all who believe in God, blessed be all who follow the Lord's advice and praise God above all, blessed be all who to come through them pearly gates on their own will.

As the war broke out and then the kingdom, zion, I was angered and heartbroken and ruthlessly unrepentable after being attacked from all sides by the people who served under Moses's lead and taken from from the reign of my kingdom. When things got to the point where I was to be executed God shook the Earth in ways that you can't even imagine possible now. He scattered all the people that was there in the area known as Aram whose capital city was Mesopotamia and whose Holy Kingdom was Zion, and the whole area was called the Moab. This is the fall of babel, when the Lord sent people in every direction of the clock to go teach the ways of righteousness, this is why there are 4,000 religions on Earth today and 4,000 of them all share the same background of History.

And this is the third and final coming, the first one was in Genesis at the beginning of Life, the second one was in Matthew after 3/4 of life's existence had passed, in the same amount of time I have returned for the Third time. This happens every 4400 years

But I am an emerald sign now just like I was every other time I've came back. I am the zodiac Taurus which is why Moses was 100% against the worship of bull calves or anything that related to the worship of a cow or bull, because that was the symbol of my zodiac. And being that I'm a direct bloodline to send it of the Anunnaki themselves through my mother's bloodline and my father's both from the most ancient of lines at that, Moses hated all of us that were considered god's. This is obviously showed in the Holy Bible as he revolted against the pharaoh. As he took all of the Hebrew people from Egypt he was against anything and any bloodline that came from the gods. This is why there's so much hatred and animosity about the worship of a bull or bull calf all throughout the old and new testaments. He hated the Pharaoh because he felt like their people were being used indecently. Which I believe to be true too. But even known in The Emerald Tablets by Thoth the Atlantean, our species are two completely different types of species. It was the combination of our species that created the species at the Hebrews are or that modern man is today. Some of us have the genes of the ancients, some of us do not. But all throughout history humans have revolted against god, not believing that God was real because he sent Lords to sit in his place. But that's the way the universe works. That's what the holy spirit is. It's the universified consciousness, the cosmic consciousness, the grand consciousness. Every one of us have our own signal that attached to it which means we can all be Lords if we grow our signal to where we can understand and hear the vibrational frequencies and patterns and that way opens up the path to channeling God's Communications because he doesn't speak with words he speaks with feelings and and intuition

Also in Matthew is said the Lord and Savior would come from God's servant seed carrier named david. Well my father is David. My mom's bloodline directly ties her to the Goddess that is known as Isis through ancient Sumerian Pantheon history. And on my Tumblr it gives an exact genetic algorithmic expression and detailed understanding of how the genetic mutation created my reincarnation.

As with the stories of all the one-eyed gods, osiris, Zeus, ra, marduk, Odin, An/ANU, or as the haters called him the Cyclops, I matched myself biblically 100%. I am reincarnated again just as the Bible would say.. I carry every single detail of the Messianic prophecies within my bloodline and my personal history learning's teachings and understandings and with all the knowledge is of all the biblical histories from every angle across the entire globe 1,11 coincidences add up to one complete Awakening. So this is my story for the last Testament of the Holy Bible. And is why it's featured on my Tumblr YouTube and quora, Facebook and Twitter. Problems with LinkedIn and old problems with my old Facebook I gave up on instagram. But scroll my tik tok from the oldest thing forward to the newest just like on anything you have to start at the beginning. I've got a story to tell and I bet you do too, it's called apotheosis story of the Gods!

The story began at my birth, moved through my childhood and the loss of my life the first time when I was nearing 9 years old when my eye was taken and I was given chance to have life again if I so chose with more knowledge than man could handle. I returned lived my teens of brainless mindless teenager my early twenties the same and had an accident swimming, jumping off a cliff I scorpioned a 60 ft drop off of piney bluffs, the local Inlet of our Lake Eufaula. It's not my neck severing my silver cord but not completely rendering it, I was resurrected. In 2021 I was tased in the back of the head by a police officer and Ada Oklahoma while in the front seat detained in his truck without us even speaking or my knowledge of him doing so he walked around while I was in a belly chain and my hands were cut to my sides I wasn't nothing but gym shorts and shot me in the back of the head of the taser, killing me instantly. I'm dealing with this yes, but it's a slow movement. I resurrected right after getting to the hospital. All three times that I passed away in my life or spent and toxic function I became very close to the creator, our maker the universe. Through these ndes and astrally projected dreams, I began to study so vigorously enthused on my name and everything that I learned that I shared throughout this story. I hope you share this with the world I pray that it goes viral! I hope you enjoy life and all there is to learn and you live it is righteously as possible.

From God I shared everything here, to you it's a blessing to me it was a challenge and I'm still working at finishing mine, please share this and be thankful to your Lord for all that he was able to provide since the first time he was created as man in a Time long lost. Do you know how to say thank the Lord in Latin?

Arram Spiritus Sancti

In Genesis when it says I created man in the likeliness of me I gave him all the vegetation all the fruits of the lands to have for fruit and fruit shall be for your meat, and I give you domain over all the land. That was God telling the ADOM (meaning man of earth) now known as adam whose name was Aram, son of Shem, Noah's Ark was a ship. a space ship. That was God telling him me that I would be Lord of this planet, is what started everything with religion and with one man being King over all of mankind. That's the begotten son, the first one that was created the woman that followed was also created from the same gene manipulation that the Man was created and they were both together and sent to create the new evolutionary man that we have become today. He wasn't telling all the world that they could do whatever they wanted with the planet, that was him being anointed and blessed the spot of being Lord God King of humanity. Which is where my name comes in and why it means what it means. Do your research and fact check this, minus 1 r, add an r in latin, English.tamil investigate and see if I'm not the Anointed One- reincarnated AGAIN-

I know so many people believed in the Faith with Jesus christ, but once again Jesus Christ was a compound word also known as a proper name. It was a title for the anointed one. A title for his title. His name was Aram, just like it shows in the Latin Bible. In both Hebrew and in Egyptian where the two stories of creation come from the epics as they're called, these two words both mean anointed. The word Jesus means man of God or anointed the word Christ means the anointed one or man of God. There was never an actual man named Jesus Christ or even Jesus at that point. That's why it speaks all about Abraham all through Genesis then again through Matthew and all through the Messianic bloodline prophecies. Because what had happened was Aram was created with a woman they were to go forth and procreate and spread their genes throughout the world, that's why God told Abraham he was going to make him the father of millions Abraham's real name was aram, it was Abram when referring in the story with lot, and Sarai, then Abraham with Rebekah-

In Genesis god said, I give you domain of all the animals of Earth and all the lands, that was him anointing Aram or who became known as Abraham as the Son of God and making him the Lord over this planet. Because he was the first of his type and special. So after Abraham and his family's went forth and spread their seeds and bread within the other types of existing humanoids around the planet who were close to being feral humans still at that point, after thousands and thousands of years of jeans Crossing and recombining it created the exact man to reincarnation that existed biblically throughout all of this planet's history. This is a true story 100% fact checkable

I was the one referred to as the holy ghost, I was executed at the beginning of the Holy Wars unfairly. The world has been suffering at the hands of God ever since then. I was the one that the man you called Jesus Christ said would return, his Holy Father Who Art in Heaven. Your kind has been suffering in sin long enough hasn't it? Aren't you tired of being against each other human versus human, famine, death chaos and destruction, I'm here to fix all that if you want to be part of the solution. Does Holy Wars begin because of the raids on my kingdom. Thanks to the man you now call Moses and worship throughout all his history lessons. He sought out to destroy the one worshiped as the calf Idol the Zodiac of the Taurus, Aram. The one believed by the world through all the globe was the son of God, and is and was and will always be.

I AM LORD ARRAM

#lordarram

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#creation #humanity #apotheosis #lord almighty #faith in god #word of god #make this go viral #lordarram #technology #youtube #the great reset #new world order #freedom convoy #great reset #family #jesusisking

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if-you-fan-a-fire · 10 months

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"LONGSHOREMEN'S POOL PLAN MAY GET LAKE PORTS TRIAL," Toronto Star. July 22, 1943. Page 2. ---- Halifax Scheme Will Provide Guaranteed Wage for All Members ---- ΜΕΝ ΚΕΡT ON HAND --- By H. R. ARMSTRONG Ottawa July 22 - To wipe out one wartime shipping bottleneck a "longshoremer's pool" is being established in Halifax by the federal department of labor, it is learned today. Longshoremen in that area are also being "frozen" in that occupation and cannot leave it for other work without national selective service approval.

By this means it is hoped to speed up loading and unloading of ships. This is doubly important now as supplies are needed quicker and in larger quantities because of the United Nations offensive against Europe and because shipping tempo has stepped up due to failure of the submarine warfare on the Atlantic.

If the plan achieves its purpose, it will in all probability be extended to great lakes ports. Under the new system the pool of longshoremen will be available when intensive work is needed for loading or unloading convoys. A guaranteed minimum weekly wage is to be paid men regularly engaged at long-shore work and to pool members. The latter will also be furnished living quarters and eating facilities at reasonable rates.

The intermittent nature of longshore work, especially under the convoy system when many ships leave or arrive at intervals, has been one big shipping problem. Men tended to drift to more regular occupations. All pool members will get the minimum wage, based on a 48-hour week, so long as they report daily for work and perform any convoy system when many ships work assigned.

Pool members may be assigned to any other suitable work in the periods when they are not required for loading operations or may be transferred to longshore work in another port.

#halifax #freight handlers #longshoremen #regulating labour #minimum wage #mobilization of labour #great lakes #convoy duty #canada during world war 2 #working class struggle #battle of the atlantic #freighters #lakers

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steampoweredstrawberry · 9 months

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For all of my whinging that the Shadowlands sounded scary and I was going to do the Underdark instead (Bad; Underdark is my most hated enemy, DAO Deeproads, but in a disguise), the Shadowlands have been pretty chill. Love the spooky, oppressive vibe, honestly. And the added challenge of the curse feels like a non-issue once you know how to deal with it.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #that scene with the convoy was so good!#I was so on edge the whole time #it was great #I ended up doing a big chunk of the underdark anyway #at least the companion quests and a couple others #I may go back and finish up the quests I can #but I honestly love the Shadowlands so far #probably mu favorite region to date

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insanethrottlebikernews · 11 months

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Drive By Shooting at Motorcycle Club Clubhouse *VIDEO*

#motorcycleclubs #bikers #sincitydisciples According to a report, Bowling Green police responded to a shooting around 12:30 a.m. at the 700 block of East 16th Avenue at the clubhouse for the local Sin City Disciples Motorcycle Club. Police say upon arriving, they located a woman, identified as Tashina Rippy of Alvaton, on the floor. Police say officers began first aid, and Rippy had injuries to…

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#adam sandoval great american convoy #Biker News #bowling green #Drive By Shooting at Motorcycle Club Clubhouse #harley davidson 120th #insane throttle #kentucky #motorcycle clubs #motorcycles #motorycle club videos #one percenters #outlaw biker #outlaw motorcycle clubs #outlaws #sin city deciples

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ireton · 4 months

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23 Jan 2024 - MASSIVE VICTORY - CANADA

We won our legal challenge to the trudeau government's invocation of the Emergencies Act in response to the 2022 Freedom Convoy.

Well done Canada.

Read the whole decision here: https://theccf.ca/wp-content/uploads/EA-challenge-fed-court-reasons-FINAL.pdf

Support our legal fees - the government has already said they are appealing. https://theccf.ca/donate/

#Make Canada Great Again #Make Tumblr ★ Great Again #Canada #Freedom Convoy - 2022 #Well Done #Emergencies Act #Victory #trudeau

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ukdamo · 2 years

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Today's Flickr photo with the most hits: Canada's First Contingent, WWI. Seen in the Ottawa War Museum.

#WWI #canada #war #great war #convoy #navy #Atlantic #army #painting #history #Ottawa war museum

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brf-rumortrackinganon · 3 months

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What a February

Well...what a great couple of days to be stuck in the office, amiright? (I work mostly from home but on occasion I have to go into the office and of course some nice little royal bombs get dropped when I can't be here.)

I've gotten some anons about what's happened but I won't be posting them (sorry, everyone!). Because so much has happened, I think it would just be confusing to rehash some of it, and other asks were also sent to Empress and Sassy (nothing wrong with that! They were doing answers in real-time and they've said pretty much the same things I'd have said).

So to recap recent events:

2/5/24: Buckingham Palace announced King Charles has cancer. Fortuntely it was caught early, Charles is doing/feeling well, he's beginning treatment immediately.

2/6/24: Harry catches a last-minute flight to London. Clarence House puts out a story "business as usual, nothing to worry about, King can still work and he is still working" (i.e., Harry go home).

2/7/24: Harry arrives in London. He goes directly to Charles, who is delaying travel to Sandringham to see him. Harry's PR says they met for an hour, Meghan wanted to say hello/wish him well via Facetime but Charles declined, and Harry went to BP for the evening. The Daily Mail tracked the comings and goings from Clarence House and realized the meeting lasted less than 15 minutes, from the time of Harry's convoy entering the grounds to Charles's helicopter leaving. It is further revealed that Harry spent the night in a hotel, William didn't return Harry's calls, Harry didn't want Camilla involved in the meeting, and none of Harry's "friends" offered to host him for the night. Also, William makes his first public engagements since mid-January when Kate's treatment began; Tom Cruise is there.

2/8/24: Harry flies home. He's papped at Heathrow entering the VVIP suite (as one does). Wait, Harry's not at home! He's in Las Vegas for the Super Bowl (or the Superb Owl) and makes a surprise appearance to present the Walter Payton NFL Man of the Year award. Sussex PR immediately begins telling everyone that Harry and Meghan will be attending the Super Bowl.

2/9/24: Lambrook School begins half-term break and the Wales family travels to Anmer Hall/Sandringham estate. Harry's appearance in Vegas gets picked up by the media.

2/10/24: Meghan's PR starts walking back their own rumors that they'll be in Vegas for the Super Bowl, citing the need to prepare for their Canada IG trip.

2/11/24: Super Bowl Sunday. No Harry and Meghan to be seen.

2/12/24: Meghan's PR reveals she spent the weekend cooking with Afghan immigrants in an Archewell initiative.

2/13/24: Harry and Meghan launch their newest rebranding effort with their new Sussex website with Meghan's coat of arms (rather than their joint coat of arms). Meghan announces a new podcast deal with someone no one has really heard of.

2/14/24: Harry and Meghan arrive in Vancouver for the "one year to 2025 Invictus Games." Meghan coordinates a photoshoot with outdoor activities; merches two outfits; and virtue-signals their "we're still royal" demands with Kate cosplay, a coat called Kensington, and a 'you can call us Sir/Ma'am' exchange caught on camera. In the evening they're papped going to a super-romantic Valentine's Day dinner date.

2/15/24: Day 2 of the Vancouver IG kickoff visit. They visit wheelchair basketball. Meghan gives her signature full-body contact-hugs. Sussex PR announce that the family has changed their surname to Sussex (from Mountbatten-Windsor) and this is the first time all family members have the same surname. Meghan also claps back at mounting criticism by saying "We will not be broken."

2/16/24: Day 3 of the Vancouver IG kickoff visit. Harry gives an interview to GMA's Will Reeve (son of the late Superman actor Christopher Reeve and his wife, Dana) in which he blabs about Charles's cancer and reiterates how much he loves his family, hinting that he's available to come back. Sussex PR also drops an article in the afternoon (with BP collaboration) announcing Harry and Meghan's plan to return with half in/half out; this is very clearly one of Charles's trial balloons from Clarence House.

(Today) 2/17/24: Backlash to the trial balloon is swift, so Clarence House backtracks immediately and does damage control. Kensington Palace announces that William will attend the 2024 BAFTAs tomorrow. Half-term break for Lambrook School ends on February 19th so the Waleses are traveling back to London/Windsor this weekend. And Hollywood has fought back by leaking about their Netflix deal, which contradicts a ton of Meghan's PR from 2020/2021.

Since some of you have asked for my thoughts, here you go. I am warning you now it's probably going to be my usual essay.

On the new website:

The new Sussex website is a problem. It conveys a legitimacy to the public that Harry and Meghan do not have, which The Queen and Edward Young made very sure was publicly known back in 2020. In particular, it's the use of Meghan's coat of arms, which signals palace support or endorsement. IMO, Buckingham needs to force them to take the coat of arms down.

I suspect they are using Meghan's coat of arms because a) Meghan believes it was personally awarded to her and is hers to use as she wants, whereas Harry's coat of arms probably comes with strings from the BRF and b) it's CYA if ever there's a divorce - if you look at it from a business standpoint, this is nothing more than Meghan branding the company with her name so she can prove ownership when they're splitting assets in a divorce, increasing her chances of getting the "company."

What about Archewell?

They're probably phasing out Archewell. It doesn't have the same visual connection to Harry and Meghan that Sussex does. I think they struggled so much with Archewell and were never able to get it off the ground in terms of a brand or an identity, in part due to the COVID-era launch. Sussex is a much stronger association for them and connects them more tightly to the royal identity. Archewell will probably be either their nonprofit arm or their content creator arm but it won't be as important going forward as it's been in the past.

Frankly, I would be surprised if Archewell v Sussex branding didn't come up in the brand analysis that WME did when Meghan first signed with them. We know they did a brand analysis because there was a ton of PR in August 2023 about Harry and Meghan becoming separate brands, which didn't work at all and they were back together as a "Sussex" brand in September 2023 with Dusseldorf Invictus Games. Seeing the success of "Team Sussex" in Dusseldorf definitely informed the website and the rebranding attempt.

What about the timing of all this?

They're taking advantage of the quietness from the royal family. They do this every year like clockwork when 1) the BRF is on summer holidays (July through early September) and 2) the BRF is on winter holidays (late December through early February). What is unusual about this timing is that it's taking place in mid-February and possibly well into March, which is a clear signal that it's the Sussexes taking advantage of Kate's absence to draw attention to themselves because Kate isn't there to steal their headlines.

And that it was a whole week of Sussex PR is not unusual either. It's their usual pattern when they have something big they want to promote and dominate the news with. It's cyclical at this point: first is a reminder of their royal status (Harry flying to Charles's bedside), then it's a reminder of their celebrity status (the Super Bowl appearance), then it's a big announcement (Sussex website), culminating in a set of public engagements/appearances (Invictus Games) with media attention. And to keep the attention coming, they drop breadcrumbs about the royal family to look like they're still "in," which buys them a few extra days of coverage because Charles falls for the bait every time.

The more interesting bit of timing in all of this is the Netflix article. Netflix wouldn't randomly give comments like this, so something must have happened behind the scenes for them to be pushed to this particular breaking point. I feel like perhaps the Sussexes may be trying to renegotiate their deals - maybe they asked for more money or maybe Meghan is trying to get more out of this 'Meet Me at the Lake' production than was agreed - and this is Netflix making it clear that it's over and done. I also have a niggling feeling that it might be connected to the upcoming film awards (BAFTA Film Awards tomorrow, Oscars on March 10th) - maybe they're trying to score tickets to parties using Netflix's name?

Are they really going to come back? Will Charles let them work again?

Analytically, the evidence points to 'no.' The trial balloon failed quickly faster than any other I've seen recently, which is and isn't surprising. It's surprising how quickly Charles backtracked since it had his implicit endorsement. It's not surprising that Charles pulled it down - he's as thin-skinned as Harry and Meghan both are when it comes to criticism.

But it's also more than just the trial balloon. It's everything else.

Charles wants them back on the family side. That's always been pretty clear. I think he waffles on having them back on the "work" side: on the one hand, the BRF needs the help since 10 of The Queen's 14 working royals are elderly (all 5 Kents, the 2 Gloucesters, Charles and Camilla, and Anne) and 2 of the remaining 4 are dealing with a signficant health issue and are temporarily out of commission - in the business sense, this is unsustainable and untenable succession planning. But on the other hand, no one wants Harry and Meghan back, for a litany of reasons including how much shit they've talked about the family (collectively and individually), the petty PR games they play for attention, and the Sussexes' general toxicity. And by 'no one,' I mean family members, courtiers/staff, others in the aristocracy (not getting invites to the Grosvenor wedding is a huge reflection of what "their kind" thinks of teh Sussexes), and the at-large general public.

Charles probably has entertained the idea of half in/half out now that he's in charge and the Sussexes are now lovebombing him (vs in 2020 when they were lovebombing The Queen) but his biggest opposition is public support - it took Charles 30 years and 4 significant deaths (Diana, Queen Mother, Philip, and her own forthcoming death) to get The Queen's support for Camilla to become 'Queen Camilla and, in turn, the public's support or the public's indifference.

Charles doesn't have that kind of time to get the institutional and public support to bring Harry back. He's got 10 years at best, which is now handicapped by a cancer diagnosis.

Beyond that, he doesn't even have Harry and Meghan's cooperation the same way he had Camilla's cooperation. Camilla cooperated with a 10-year wait to be liked well enough that no one would object to her marrying Charles. Camilla then cooperated with a further 17-year wait to be liked well enough that the institution would support her becoming Queen.

Can Harry and Meghan wait that long? No. They can't. They couldn't wait an extra year to get engaged. They couldn't wait to have their first child. They couldn't wait out the criticism from Fall 2018. They couldn't wait out the criticism from Summer 2019. Harry couldn't wait for the phone-hacking settlement. When they want something, they want it now. They buy completed projects and slap their branding on it vs. developing their own programs.

Can Harry and Meghan cooperate with anyone? No. They can't. They couldn't cooperate with William and Kate on the Royal Foundation. They couldn't cooperate with the courtiers for Archie's birth. They couldn't cooperate with the family on Megxit. They couldn't cooperate with the rota for tour coverage. They need to be totally and fully in control of absolutely everything. Their idea of cooperation is 'I tell you what to do, you do it.'

And because they're too impatient and because they refuse to cooperate, there's no way they'll support a 10-years long PR drive for Charles to rehabilitate their public image and get William's support. Heck, they can't even last a 3-month media rebrand. Charles knows that, which I suspect is why he may be trying to fast-track it but 1) when has fast-tracking something ever gone well for the BRF and 2) William is the linchpin holding it all together. Charles can't do anything without William's support. Yes, William is that powerful now - the public does pay attention to what he and Kate signal and the public would support them more than they would support Charles. Charles can't risk losing William's favor any more than he already has.

The third reason stopping Charles from taking Harry and Meghan back as working royals is Camilla and that Harry doesn't want her involved. He admitted it last week when he didn't contradict her leak about it. IMO, this reveals Harry's hand: he wants to position himself (or Meghan and himself) as Camilla's alternate, the way Charles often stood in as Philip's alternate. They want Camilla to retire so they can take her place in prestige, wealth, and attention. It's the only way they can "be better" than William and Kate, and they probably think it's how they can get "more" in the inheritance than William. Unfortunately for them, Camilla is Charles's line in the sand so no way will Charles let that happen after he spent 30 years getting Camilla to be able to sit next to him, and on top of all that, Camilla herself didn't wait 30 years to be Queen just for a pair of narcisstic glassbowl shitheads to usurp her at the last second.

That's the "working royal" side of it.

When you look at the "family" side of it, we know that Charles is more accepting of allowing the Sussexes back as family members, albeit with two strict rules:

No Meghan

No royal work

We know these are Charles's rules because it's already been communicated to us, most especially in the events around the Queen's funeral and his own coronation.

We also know these are Charles's' terms because Harry is publicly fighting against them this week, which suggests that these may have been reiterated (or relitgated, perhaps) during the <15-minute visit on February 7th.

"We all finally have the same surname for the first time as a family" and "maybe I'll become an American' is Harry's way of telling Charles and the courtiers that all four of them are a package deal and they all move together (like Archie's salt and pepper shakers). Meaning that if Charles wants Harry back, Charles must also take Meghan, Archie, and Lili too.

The Vancouver trip being such a royal rip-off is Harry's way of demanding royal work. His position is that he and Meghan must have the exact same lifestyle now that they had back in 2018: a palace residence, glamorous patronages, military honors, gushy praising media coverage, carriage processions, and equal precedence to the entire Wales family.

All this to illustrate that the dividing line is over the work aspect.

On one side is everyone saying "no, they can't work, they're just family." On the other side is Harry and Meghan saying "we're not just family, we're also working royals." And Charles is there smack in the middle saying "don't make my last years miserable" begging someone to give in. It's clear that Charles hopes it will be the institution (i.e. William) that gives in so he can fast-track the rehabilitation.

So no, I don't think Charles and the Sussexes will succeed in being part-time working royals. I think we'll see a lot of negotiating in the coming weeks and months (like Sussex demands for Trooping) and it may get loud and it may look frighteningly real, but that's only because William and Kate are on leave from work and their absence lets Harry and Meghan play offense. Once the Waleses are working again, or a new picture of Kate is released (I'm still hedging my bets for something celebrating Mother's Day next month), the Sussexes go back to playing on defense, and playing poorly.

We only need to worry if William, Kate, and Camilla appear to be changing their minds. They represent "the institution" to Charles, as well as public support (William) and establishment media (Camilla). William continues to tell everyone he isn't speaking to Harry. Kate's body language at the Windsor Walkabout keeps resurfacing. Camilla has leaked that Harry doesn't want to see her when he visits Charles and that she doesn't support the Sussexes coming back. There's nothing to worry about for now.

#brf #sussexes #clarence house antics #rumors #theories #waleses #in this essay i will

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royalteachitchat · 2 years

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Just leave us alone!!!!

#megxit #freedom convoy #ottawa convoy #youtube #canada #freedom #ottawa #covid 19 otttawa #convoy #worldeconomicforum #great reset

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The Same at Heart

Request from @tolkien-fantasy: Eomer or Aragorn falling for an extremely intelligent reader who is witty and charming, but can be insecure and is reclusive when she gets tired (plus does translation of languages like elvish).

A/N: Hello friend! Thanks for the request :) I picked Eomer for this because 1. there isn't enough Eomer love out there and 2. I feel like him + reader's reclusiveness would make an interesting angst point lol I hope you enjoy it!!!

Eomer x Reader

Fem reader

No content warnings

3.2k

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Meduseld was alive with music and laughter. Torches blazed in their sconces, the great fireplace lit, and everything glowed golden. Chatter filled the room, punctuated by the stomps and claps of the dancers, along with the clink of cups and the calls for more ale. There was an arm-wrestling competition occurring at one end of the room, and some sort of card game at the other.

Eowyn grinned beside you, her face flushed, and gestured to the room. “Are you glad that you came with me, my friend? You do not get celebrations like this in Minas Tirith.”

You laughed. “No, you most certainly do not.”

You had been introduced to Eowyn in Minas Tirith, assigned to help her translate some of the texts in the Houses of Healing from Elvish to Weston, and over the weeks the two of you had grown close. Eowyn was thankful to have another woman to confide in, and you were delighted and refreshed by her different ways.

She craned her head and scanned the crowd. “Where in Arda is Eomer? It is not like him to take so long to wash and dress.”

Your heart lurched at his name. He had not been at the hall when you and Eowyn arrived from Minas Tirith — he was at the Glittering Caves attending some matter with Gimli — and you were still yet to see him.

You smoothed down your gown and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, wishing that the hall was not so warm. Were you dressed well enough? Eowyn had assured you that it was an informal affair, but your cotton and velvet dress would not have passed for an evening dress back in Gondor. Perhaps you should have worn one of your silk one’s instead. Maybe you could rush back to your room and change before Eomer arrived.

“Ah, here he comes now,” she said and your eyes followed her gaze to where Eomer had entered the room.

He was greeted by a chorus of cheers and raised tankards. He grinned at his people, friends and subordinates alike, clapping them on their shoulders and shouting replies across the long tables. You swallowed, taking him in. He looked gallant and radiant, his hair golden and his fine doublet accentuating his broad shoulders. He truly was just as handsome in his more casual wear as he was in his armour.

Eomer’s eyes met yours from across the room and your breath hitched, memories from before rushing back to you. Him, throwing his head back, laughing at your joke, the warm sound filling the room. Him, asking about your translations, brows furrowed and eyes alight with awe. Him, glancing back at you, gaze intense and heavy, as his convoy rode out of the city.

“I wonder…” Eowyn muttered, watching her brother cross the room, a strange smile on her face. You raised your eyebrows in a silent question but she shook her head and laughed. “It is nothing.”

“Sister,” Eomer greeted, pulling her into a hug and squeezing her until she let out a little squeak. “It is good to see you. I am happy that you managed to visit.” He released her and looked at you, a wide smile on his face. “And you as well, my lady. I am glad to see you here tonight. I did not think you were one for parties.”

“I enjoy them on occasion.” Your smile grew sly and teasing. “Provided that the company is agreeable.”

He chuckled. “And have you found us agreeable so far?”

“Much more agreeable now,” you said with a smirk.

A slight flush rose on his cheeks and he coughed and glanced away. Eowyn snickered beside you. “How is your work coming along?” he asked, eyes coming back to you.

“Well enough. The work is easy, but tedious. The texts are long and winding, and very specific, and one has to be careful of mistranslations, especially in such things like medicine and healing.”

“No, I suppose one would not wish to mistake a poison for a cure.”

“Would it surprise you, brother, that many cures come from poison?” Eowyn asked.

You nodded. “It is the dose that decides whether one lives or dies. Too much of something is never good.”

He looked around the room. “I do not think one can have too much merriment.”

“Ah, but one can have too much ale.”

He laughed, low and full. “I cannot argue with that, my lady.”

“You would do well not to argue at all,” Eowyn grinned. “Even Faramir sometimes shrinks back from her debates.”

“He does not!”

“I have actually seen him hide behind Boromir,” she laughed.

“I wonder,” he said, a little softer, “if you find us crude and unlearned here without the same sort of lore and literature.”

You shook your head. “Unlearned does not mean unwise. And language is language, whether written or spoken. The words and lessons of your people do not mean any less simply because they are not recorded in books and scrolls.”

He nodded slowly, but still looked unconvinced. Eowyn, as though sensing his unease, smiled and said, “Do you know she is learning Rohirric as well?”

His eyes lit up, eyebrows rising. “Truly?”

“Eowyn has been teaching me, though we have only just begun.” He nodded, gesturing for you to speak, and you laughed. “I would not dare embarrass myself in front of the king with my untrained speech.”

He opened his mouth to reply but someone called for him from across the room. He glanced behind, gave you an apologetic smile and a bow, and left. Eowyn then looped her arm through yours and suggested taking a turn about the room. The rest of the evening was filled with introductions and chatter, the Rohirrim curious about your work and you interested in their traditions and legends.

But soon the noise became overwhelming, voices and laughter and clattering all fighting for your attention, and the room began to feel stuffy, the air growing thick and the bodies just all a bit too close. You glanced around the room, searching for Eomer, and found him laughing with a group of his men.

Your stomach clenched and you sighed. It would have been nice to speak to him again before the night was over.

With a few words to Eowyn, you slipped out of the hall and down the corridor that led to your room. You let out a long breath, weariness suddenly overcoming you, and shut the heavy door behind you. Your room was still and quiet, warm from the smouldering coals in the fireplace, and you sank into the cushioned bench, melting into the blessed calm.

Eomer ran his brush along Firefoot’s body in short, sharp motions. He was due for a grooming, and while Eomer normally let the stableboys handle it, he felt he needed a distraction. The scent of wood and hay, musky and earthy, soothed him while he worked. He did not understand you. He did not understand you at all.

Did he say something to offend you? Or perhaps you had taken offence to the fact that he did not come back to speak to you at the party? He grumbled to himself. He had wanted to, but there were so many people vying for his attention. When he extricated himself from them, he searched for you in the sea of bodies, but your familiar face had vanished. And then for the next few days, you had shut yourself up in your room or had gone on walks alone along the Barrowfield.

He sighed and laid his brush down. He started to work on the mane, unravelling the braid and untangling the soft strands. Firefoot snorted in approval and Eomer rested his forehead on the horse's neck and inhaled. He smelled like sun and grass, leather and sweat. Oh, Firefoot. Always so sure and steady. Eomer wished he could share in that security.

Or maybe you were avoiding him because you found him uncultured and uninteresting. You were so frighteningly quick and clever, always ready with some sharp observation or wry comment. And how beautiful you looked, poring over books, ink smudged on your cheek, eyes alive in the candlelight. The Rohirrim may be noble and valourous, but perhaps to a renowned Gondorian scholar, even the king of such people still seemed rough and brutish.

“Eomer?” Eowyn called and he lifted his head. “What is it that troubles you?”

“It is nothing.”

She joined him by Firefoot and stroked the horse’s muzzle. “Do not lie to me, brother, I can see it in your eyes.”

He let out a short breath and looked into his sister’s eyes. When did her gaze stop being so piercing and mournful? When did they become so gentle? They looked so much like their mother’s. “It is your friend, the scholar.”

“What is it?” Her lips curled up in a playful smile. “Has my dear brother grown fond of her perhaps? I suspected as much when I saw you last night — I do not think I have seen you so well groomed in years! And you were even wearing scent — no, do not deny it, I smelled it when I hugged you.”

Heat rushed to his cheeks and he shook his head. “It does not matter, she would not return my feelings.”

“Eomer! How can you say that?”

“You cannot tell me that you are not aware of what the Gondorians think of us.” He began to pace the stable, gesturing with his hands. “Bema, I know you know — we spoke of such things when you married Faramir.”

“And Faramir and I are happier beyond belief, no matter what some people of the court may think — I do not see how this is any different. My friend does not hold such foolish opinions.” The eyes sharpened and the steel he had come to know so well returned. “And do not forget, you are a king.”

“I am also a man,” he snapped. And then, in a rush, “I seek love as much as anyone else. I want to be wanted as I am, not for my title or my land.”

Her jaw tensed, and for a moment he was convinced she was about to unleash a lecture, but she sighed and shook her head. “Come, tell me what is on your mind.”

“I do not think she returns even a fraction of what I feel. We did not get to speak much that evening and I thought we could talk more in the coming days, but I have seen so little of her.” He ran his hand through his hair. “She is polite enough at meals, but afterwards she simply vanishes.”

She smiled indulgently. “She is just tired.”

“Tired? The journey from Minas Tirith was not strenuous was it? Unless you failed to tell me about some mishap or event.” He narrowed his eyes at her.

She laughed. “It is not the journey that tires her but people and noise and merriment.”

“I do not understand.”

“Not everyone is inclined to as much merriment and conversation as you are, brother.”

“But she was not like this when I was in Minas Tirith.”

“You had visited in a lull of parties and balls,” she said with exasperation. “I have known her longer than you have. This is simply how she is.”

“It is… it is not because of me?”

“Bema, brother. How could it be because of you?”

He looked down at his hands, callused and creased with dirt. “Perhaps she thinks me boring.”

Eowyn threw her arms up. “You are infuriating. Eomer, did she not spend most of her evenings conversing with you when you were in the city?”

“Yes,” he said slowly. “She asked me to tell her stories of our forefathers. And I had asked her about the nature of Elvish speech.”

“And did she not agree to come with me to Edoras when she had no obvious reason to?”

He paused and looked at her. “Are you implying she had come to… to see me?”

“If you do not believe me, ask her yourself!”

His heart swooped in his chest, spirit lifting. He knew his sister; she would not send him forth if she did not have confidence. Was it truly possible that you felt the same way? There was no way to know for sure if he did not ask you himself. He glanced out of the stables at the steps rising to Meduseld.

“I will go,” he said. “After I have had a ride.”

He stroked Firefoot’s cheek. Yes, a ride would rouse his heart and wake his courage. And then he would go find you.

You stood up and stretched, rolling your shoulders and circling your wrists. The evening sun was slanting into your room, casting long orange rectangles across your desk and the floor. With a satisfied sigh, you closed the two books on your table and closed your ink pot. You looked out at the thatched roofs, eyes drifting down the hill to the green Barrowfield and onto the plains beyond. In your chest you felt the stirrings of loneliness, the pull to find someone and speak and laugh with them.

Perhaps you should search Eomer out. After all, it was him that compelled you to follow Eowyn to Edoras. You smiled to yourself. Eomer with his fiery hazel eyes, his expressive brows, his hearty laugh. He was radiant when he spoke of Rohan’s heroes, voice rising and falling with the retelling, hands moving, pantomiming the scenes. A man so well liked, so well loved, by his people. Your smile faltered. Did he find you bookish and boring?

A knock sounded on your door and you walked over. It was probably Eowyn come to prod and poke you when she thought you had spent too many days in isolation. “I was just going to find you, Eo —” You flung the door open. “—mer?”

He stood in front of you, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. The scent of hay and musk wafted in and you wondered if he had just come in from a ride. He always looked handsome in his formal clothes but he looked best like this, slightly dishevelled, hair wild and clothes rumpled.

“I did not expect to see you at my door,” you blurted.

“I wished to speak to you.” His eyes darted over your shoulder into your room. “That is, if you are not tired.”

“Of course,” you said, smiling, and stepped out into the corridor. “Would you like to walk with me? I think some fresh air will do me some good. To the garden at the back?”

He nodded and you made your way out. The small patch of green, shaded with a few trees and bordered by shrubs, overlooked the city. You walked the dirt path to the edge and gazed out. The city was winding down for the day. Horses were being led to the stables, shops were packing their wares, and the delectable scent of roast meat and onions drifted out of the houses.

“Even Minas Tirith is like this in the evenings,” you mused. “People are the same wherever you go.”

“Do you truly believe that?” He sounded strange and strained behind you. “There are a great many people who would disagree with you.”

“They are fools,” you said, laughing. “At our hearts, we are the same. Do we all not yearn for a moment of peace in the sun? The comfort of a safe home? The arms of one who loves us?”

He came up beside you and looked over his land. He was solid and reassuring and you felt the urge to rest your head on his shoulder. How lovely it would be to have more evenings like this, looking over a prospering people, a friend, a lover, next to you. You fidgeted with your hands. Eowyn had said that she suspected her brother might harbour tender feelings for you. But if he did, why did he not act? He was an impassioned man, was he not? Perhaps she had been mistaken.

Perhaps he thought you too soft, too plain. Unworthy for a valourous king.

The dinner bell rang out from inside the house. You looked behind your shoulder and turned on your heel. “Ah, we should go in.”

“My lady, wait,” he said, reaching out to grasp your wrist.

“Eomer?” you glanced down and he moved to withdraw his hand but you wrapped your fingers around his before he could escape your reach.

He stared at your joined hands before his head snapped up, eyes wide. “Why did you come here? To Edoras? My sister said it was to see me but I can scarcely imagine —”

“Yes.” Your heart sped up. Why was he asking? He would only be asking if he —

He broke out into a wide smile and drew you closer. “So it is really true! Tell me, my lady, do you care for me?” His eyes darted away, then back to you. “I am not learned in poetry and prose, and perhaps if I was I could express myself in language more fit for someone like you. But even then, there are no words that can compare to the plain truth. You have my heart, my lady, and there will be no other for me.”

Your heart stopped. Then started again. Laughter rose in your chest and you giggled. You reached for his cheek. His beard was soft, his skin warm. “There is no other for me as well.”

“You would suffer an unlearned man?”

“You are not unlearned. Your knowledge and wisdom simply lies elsewhere. Valar, I wish you would stop thinking that of yourself.” He chuckled and you smiled. “And you? You would suffer a scholar? Whose mind is forever turning and thinking?”

“I would hardly call it suffering.” His smile turned sly. “Though, if you feel you suffer from your mind, I could perhaps aid with that.”

“What do you —”

He cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours. They were soft and full, insistent but gentle. He tugged you closer and rested his hand on your waist. He smelled like grass and hay and the lingering scent of bergamot. You drew back and his lips chased after you, capturing them in another kiss. You sighed, relaxing in his arms, and curled your fingers into his hair.

“We should go in,” you whispered, pulling back. “Or Eowyn will come find us.”

“I do not mind.” He laughed. “It shall be repayment for all the times I stumbled upon her and Faramir.”

“Well, I mind. I do not need her teasing me all the way back to Minas Tirith.” He grimaced and you stroked his cheek with your thumb. “I will not be gone forever, my love. There is still work to be done with the translations, and my things are all still there. Do not fret, we can write letters while we are apart.”

“I suppose then, I should get used to picking up my pen.” His fingers flexed on your waist. “But do not think I shall be squandering your presence here. I intend to get my fill of you before you leave.”

“You are always welcome to me, my love,” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Now until forever.”

#eomer x y/n #eomer x you #eomer x reader #eomer fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr fic #eomer

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historia-vitae-magistras · 5 months

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41. “Sleep. I’ll keep you safe.”

This one hurts so good

Unedited fic is unedited. Set in 1918, at the end of the war when Matt is trying to limp his way through the absolute slog of shit that was the proto-blitzkrieg of the last months of the war. Alfred is trying to pretend he's not avoiding trench duty at the Meuse–Argonne because of the trauma of the American Civil War. I was inspired by my Canadian great-grandfather coming home with American buttons on his coat instead of British or Canadian maple leaves that I inherited and made into earrings, lol.

October, 1918

“Give me a hand, Mattie, fuck.” Alfred cursed all the way up as the tailgate of the troop truck dropped. He was stuck on the single cobblestone that managed to give any traction under the three inches of mud. But it may as well have been concrete, for all he could leverage himself out. In the silvery light of the following truck waiting for its turn to round the corner of the checkpoint, Matt was only a hunched-over figure and a pair of gloved hands that grasped him by the wrists and managed to swing him free. His pack landed with a thud ten seconds before he did, and he was pulled roughly to his feet, and his ass finally found a bench. Almost instantly, the cold wood bit through his layers. Matt had disappeared down the benches and into the dark shelter of the canvas cover.

A‌ soldier, looking beat to shit, offered him a light, and he handed out cigarettes, bribing his way into goodwill. They were all lightly dusted in snow, and sleet battered collars turned up even as it got dryer.

“You’re under Lieutenant Williams, yeah? Where’d he get too?”

Weary soldiers nodded up under the cover.

“Mattie!” Alfred handed his cigarette to another man and cupped two hands over his mouth to shout over the engines. “What’re you avoiding me for? Get your sorry ass down here before I‌ start telling embarrassing stories about you.”‌

No response, no movement. Soldiers looked confused.

“Well, kiddo, guess I’m just going to have to start telling folks about—”

“Just what the fuck is so important—”‌ Matt appeared, just like that, steadying himself on the shoulder of one of his men. They glanced up, a little protective, a little annoyed. Alfred didn’t register it. Matt was a trembling pillar, his face a bright, sharp point above his uniform like a flame over a candle dyed dark with soot.

“You look like shit.”‌ Alfred raised a hand to grab Mattie’s shoulder and he slapped the hand away with a dark expression. The message was clear. He was a leader here, an officer of the ‌British army, not Alfred’s baby brother. Another word and Alfred would be tossed off the back of the truck to enforce the silence.

"Don't use me as a distraction to get out of combat." Matt snapped and disappeared back under the canvas, and Alfred let him. At least it was warmer there. He wasn't avoiding anything.

Soldiers stared at him, and he felt sweaty despite the fall air. He wasn't avoiding anything. Just because he'd had six planes shot out from under him in as many weeks and the thought of another stint in a trench made him want to die didn't mean he didn't care. He offered up cigarettes with a smile, bribing his own Americans up with him.

“Headed up to the line anyways,” He made small talk with the soldiers around him, as popular for his cigarette supply as he was for the chocolate constantly in his coat pockets. Some of them were Americans, volunteering before the US joined the war. Boys from New York, Wisconsin, and other places had easily slid across the border without needing real paperwork. The convoy slid north on the icy roads, following the advance to leapfrog ahead of the infantry currently on the front line and pushing forward to relieve the men presently fighting their way back into Belgium. He dozed between them, one of them. He didn't much like his own under a British flag, but it felt... Solid somehow, that it was with Matt. At least it wasn't the sour old fart. He was thinking about Christmas when he was startled awake.

He awoke to coughing. Everyone had a bit of one, the rough soldier’s coughs that everyone had at some point. But this was horrible, and it was constant, drawing into someone’s lungs. And he recognized it. Alfred was instantly on his feet, weaving through the legs of sleepy men. He flung open a canvas flap and took the lantern swinging on the canvas, support in hand.

Matt was sitting, barely supported between two soldiers, his helmet off, the pale of before replaced with a violent flush, mouth open to breathe, trying to suck in air. His chin was tucked into his chest, and the coughing had not stopped.

“You don’t look so good, sir.” One of the sergeants said. Matt looked up.

“Just cold.” He said, trying to smile. “Everyone’s just cold. We’ll get moving and warm up, eh?”

The laugh he forced just turned into more coughing. Alfred stood there, lantern in hand. The soldiers around Matt looked protective, staring at him like he was an enemy they needed to hide their vulnerable commander from. Then, one sidled up to him. A boy from Wisconsin with a crop of ruddy curls. He pat Alfred on the arm and knew instantly he was a mechanic’s son from Green Bay, nestled right against Canada’s belly on the Great Lakes.

“We took the edge of a gas shell last week, and he’s been coughing like that since. Won’t listen to anyone and get a rest because there’s a shortage of officers.”

“Christ’s sake,” Alfred muttered. He sidled between bodies and inserted himself between his brother and one sergeant. He popped Matt’s helmet on and got close. The professional kind of close, resisting the urge to cradle Matt like he had their entire lives.

“There’s a casualty clearing half a mile up the road. Get fed, get dry, get some sober sack time, and I’ll make sure I get you in a goddamn staff car and back up the line before they’re assaulting anything, all right?‌ Hand to God, I‌ will get you back up here if you get some fucking rest.”

Matt was still, sweating now and fading to pale. He was shaking. And then he nodded.

“Hallelujah, you stupid bastard.” Alfred muttered.

He got Matt down the end of the truck as it jolted along, hands under his brother’s arms. His coat flapped open, and Alfred batted it away from him, annoyed.

“Button your fucking coat before you get pneumonia.”‌

A deep, curdled-chest cough was his response.

“Can’t.” Matt gasped. “Got caught on a bit of wire while we were digging funk holes, tugged right off.”

Alfred sighed.

“Okay, you poor dumb fuck. Give it here.”

Matt looked confused, and Alfred resisted the urge to feel his forehead. Instead, he shrugged his great coat off.

“Swap me.” He said. Matt just stared. Alfred huffed.

“You’re freezing.”

“I’m used to it.” He said and crossed his arms over his unfastened coat. “I‌ was fucking born cold, I’ll die cold, and there’s not fuck all anyone can do about it in between.”

“Except give you a decent fucking coat you melodramatic shit.” Alfred was this close to smacking upside the head. He felt guilty for even having the thought as Matt exploded into coughing again. He dipped forward, collapsing into the bench at the far end of the truck bed, and Alfred gripped him by the waist, suddenly frightened he’d vomit or tumble over the tailgate and into the mud-churned roads. He pulled him back and took the opportunity to pull his coat off and wrap him in the better American one. Matt glared the entire time, but words were constricted by the endless wheezing when he went to speak. Alfred shoved his arms into the coat sleeves and buttoned it up, the American eagles shining in the lantern light. Matt glared daggers for a split second before he dragged in an inhale so violent he gagged. Every other soldier in the truck looked away. Alfred's chest hurt just listening.

At the next crossroads, American Red Cross nurses half-staffed the Casualty Clearing Station, and Alfred gave their commander his best, crooked, beaming smile and a wink. They gave him one of the visitor’s huts with a stove, a corrugated roof and two cots with clean sheets. Matt could barely stay on his feet. The mud sucked at his boots, and Alfred hauled him along. He considered picking Matt up entirely but wasn’t fully convinced the brass knuckles he’d mailed Matt years back had been lost somewhere along the way and wouldn’t end up embedded in his kidneys. At least not the way Matt was glaring.

He deposited Matt on a bed, dumped water from the pitcher and wash basin into a tin pot resting on the stove and cranked the stove as high as he could. It’d been almost 200 years since he’d needed someone to boil water and strange herbal plants and shove him and all the steam it could produce under a blanket.

Matt immediately listed to the side like a poorly loaded plane.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Alfred hadn’t even sat down yet. “Don’t be stubborn. Just breathe some fucking steam until you don’t sound like you’re about to die.”

“Sorry,” Came a very faint croak.

He frowned and peeked under the wool blanket. Matt had collapsed onto his side, and his eyes were squeezed shut, breathing too shallow to make him cough, but it still didn’t sound like he was getting enough of it.

“Hey.” Alfred pushed what was left of Matt’s damp curls off his forehead. He looked so strange with hair this short. It’d been shorn when Francis gave him up, and the look on him still made him look just as abandoned, even fully grown and in British green. The thought was as gone as quickly as it came.

“You are burning.” Alfred pressed a hand to his forehead. Matt’s eyes hadn’t opened. He made a gentle sound of acknowledgment but didn’t speak, like it didn’t surprise him.

“Have you had the flu yet?”‌

“No.”

“Is this—?”‌

“No.” He said. “This just… happens sometimes. I‌ didn’t take the pills because I just— wanted some sleep.”

Still wearing Matt’s coat, Alfred stuck his hand in the pocket. Unmarked bottles of pills. He only recognized the contents of one of the bottles as aspirin.

“Do I‌ want to know what’s in these?”

“No.”

“Can I ask where you got them?”

“Zee, Uncle Alasdair, Dad.”

“Let me guess, none of them knew who else was giving you what. God I am going to ban everything when we get home. Temperance is just the begin—”

Alfred was feeling uncharacteristically like a responsible older brother, ready to give Matt a whole hellfire and brimstone Baptist lecture for a moment before Matt spoke.

“I’m just glad you’re here.” He found his brother looking up at him, gratitude as evident on his face as misery.

The heavy eyes and distinctly sick flush belied an expression Alfred didn't see often. It came fast on the heels of father's anger or Matt's fear dissolving. Grateful, instantly secure and safe usually snuggled up in Alfred's side, burrowed there against his own madness or the household's hostility. He blinked and Alfred felt horrible as he teared up and then exhaled, pushing away the emotion.

But there was still something small to him. “I miss you more when I’m this pathetic. I feel better.”

"I know." Alfred pushed sweaty hair off his feverish face and gave him a tap on the chin. "Get some sleep kiddo, you know I'll keep you safe."

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Unleashing the Beast

The Illuminati investment handbook

The simple instructional of how to make easy money legally for free without having to do anything but keeping your day job going and telling people about this-

https://photos.app.goo.gl/TdW3Ta6ARyAV49Z4A

So if you're disabled or work part-time or have a little hustle going where you make a little money go put your money on whatever card has Bitcoin on it keep your information 100% to yourself and don't ever give anybody any Bitcoin unless you're paying them for something LOL because heck when I'm out digging post holes and shoveling cement I'd rather be paid in Bitcoin than cash LOL

So every time you get a little money run down and put it on your car or transfer from your account and buy Bitcoin download the Bitcoin app and buy directly from Bitcoin and you'll save those costs that the cards charge you but that also drives down the corporate Market which is bad for the overall Market let your Investments ride if this money was in your wallet in your pocket in your dresser drawer in your bank account in the safe buried in a bottle out back it's not making money you might as well put it in Bitcoin because it's secured it's insured and if I can make this little trickle you see how fast it trickles up that's why I'm teaching you how to do this because people became billionaires this way

❤ Lord Arram Wayne

✝️ Mr. ILLUMINATI ✝️

What? You think I'm lying!

Who walks on water?

And who has the world been pouring money into for millenniums now?

I HAVE MORE MONEY THAN WATER

So here's the specifics this is an savings investment platform a banking Financial system okay

You work for a living doing what you do to make your money when you make money you put it in your Bitcoin as a purchase to bitcoin everybody that puts into this purchase spends 3 cents or less depending on what app you're using but make sure you're using a secure app so go take every penny you have left over from your day to day livings and your bills and whatnot and instead of sitting in a penny bank or a jar or a bank account not making any money you purchase your Bitcoin amount however much you have $4.09 $117.55 it doesn't matter how much you're buying into the total piece of the coin that you started purchasing as more and more people talk about this more and more people are going to do this because it never stops growing when you see the numbers drop that's because people are making big money off this and they're selling large amounts to buy fancy things Ferraris nice houses traveling overseas this is a permanent raising Market it will never die if you can keep from shaving off any of your Bitcoin investment all the smaller buyers underneath your amount push your amount of more and more that's how you make money on gained interest if you have $100 bill I would suggest putting it in Bitcoin but I would put it in $80 and I would go to a long-term game like this portfolio shows and put the other 20 in $5 increments or $2 increments or whatever and this is just an example of 100 if you got a thousand raise if you got extra money raise it those things double and triple and five fold every single day because the more people that are buying in the shares of Corporations the more corporations grow and the more corporations grow the cheaper their products becoming the cheaper their products become drive down the cost of living and the more people have money the more cost of living goes down cuz the more purchases are makes which means the government makes more money which means guess what guys we turned around our complete debt to the world

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