#Little Stanmore

[yr-obedt-cicero]

alright i’ve heard so much about burr and his umbrella? and out of anyone, i have a feeling you’d be someone who would know something about this, so can you please explain what is going on with burr and his umbrella that he lost when he was like 5 or 12 or smtn?

I forget not everyone knows the extensive Amrev fandom lore. Y'all make me feel old.

Basically, Aaron Burr had this one umbrella that had a knife equipped with it, and was constantly losing it and lamenting it's disappearance. Like, a lot. It's a continuous thing in his journal.

London, December 6, 1808;

“Home at four. Caught in the rain, having yesterday left my umbrella at Brentford—no doubt lost.”

London, December 7, 1808;

“Went to the stagehouse to inquire for my umbrella, but with little hope. It was there, brought by the coachman. How very honest people are here, and yet I am cheated most impudently every hour.”

London, December 14, 1808;

“Rose at six; set off at seven. I sleep very soundly in these stagecoaches. By sleeping, however, forgot to ask for my umbrella, which I had left at Stanmore.”

Edinburgh, January 13, 1809;

“As you would not suspect that I could be till this hour in Edinburgh (if, indeed, the subject has been thought of at all, which, with humility, I acknowledge that, from appearances, it did not merit), this formal notice is given that I am here, and like to be here eight days longer.

Send Tom to Craven-street to demand letters, and to Bedford-street for the umbrella, if not heretofore found. A. Burr.”

London, Febraury 8, 1809;

“Out at ten; raining, took K.'s umbrella, having lost my own.”

Gotha, January 9, 1810;

“As I was writing the concluding line of the preceding page last evening (about one o'clock), an ill-looking fellow opened my door without knocking, and, mut- tering in German something which I did not comprehend, bid me put out my candle. Being in no very placid humour at the moment, as you see, I cursed him, and sent him to the lower regions in French and English. He advanced, and was going to seize the candle. My umbrella, which has a dirk in the handle, being near me, I seized it, drew the dirk, and drove him out of the room.”

Paris, April 20, 1810;

“At eleven to the umbrella mender. Nothing done.”

Paris, February 13, 1811;

“A brilliant morning. Sun shining bright for this hemisphere. Went out without my umbrella. Before I got one hundred yards it began to rain. Went back for the umbrella.”

Paris, July 11, 1811;

“To near Luxembourg to get an umbrella which some one, unknown, left in my room a fortnight ago, and which has, therefore, become my property by prescription. Paid for mending it, three francs.”

London, February 18, 1812;

“Got home at four, and discovered that I had lost my umbrella; a most serious misfortune, and little hope of recovering it, as I have no recollection where I stopped. It is impossible for me to buy one or to do without one.”

London, February 19, 1812

“My umbrella hung heavy at my heart. Went to hunt for it. Walked back on the track I came from J. H.'s yesterday, and called at the places I had been; but no umbrella. It is finally lost, and I must submit to the inconveniences of getting wet and of spoiling my clothes.”

London, February 20, 1812;

“Then home, following again the track of my poor lost umbrella, but to no purpose.”

London, February 22, 1812;

“—but, in the first place, I slept till near nine, and, in the next, it rained in torrents, and you know my umbrella is on a voyage.

Round by Westminster and Blackfriars' Bridges to Graves's. The rain setting in again, bought me the cheapest umbrella I could find that was large enough. Cost ten shillings and sixpence.”

And here is a longer post.

#amrev #american history #aaron burr #burr's umbrella #history #queries #sincerely anonymous #cicero's history lessons

[protestantfaceofanglicanism]

Protestant Anglican wedding from the 1996 BBC production of “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall”. This scene was filmed in the Chandos Chapel at Little Stanmore.

[oriocookie]

dsmp fic list

as soon as this list gets too big, itll separate into smaller, more specific categories

masterlist

This Train Terminates At Stanmore by Anonymous     

The first time Wilbur meets Tommy is at two am at the Waterloo train station. The two ride the train together and bond, spilling their souls to each other. When they arrive back at Waterloo, they go their separate ways, never to speak again.

A year later, Wilbur meets Tommy again.

figure skates and hockey blades by effervescentlies

George is a talented figure skater who moves from England to Canada on a scholarship.

Dream is the rowdy captain of the university hockey team. Unbeknownst to George, he’s also Clay, an exceptionally bright and mysterious English major.

But what George doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

i'm in love with (our) future by mellowanon

They’ve played their little game a billion times by now—Dream has given the same answers pretty much every time, unless he thought of something new and improved, which happened often, because of how often they talked about it and how often he thought about it.

Dream - 3:20am kiss you obviously

That was one that didn’t change. Neither did George’s response.

George - 3:22am In front of everyone? People will see you know, they’ll recognize us

Dream’s counter reply didn’t ever change, either.

Dream - 3:23am let them

Tying you to me by summerchai

After seeing fan made fibre art, Dream is determined to master the craft of knitting. As a result, George receives a closet's worth of blue items, and is feeling very normal about it.

OR Dream is into knitting. George is into Dream.

your love remains true by theclingyduo

Tubbo’s- Tubbo’s here, or at least a version of him is, and goddammit Tommy missed him so fucking much. He hovers his mouse over the stream, biting his lip nervously, before taking the leap and joining it.

And fuck, Tubbo looks so similar that Tommy thinks he might cry again.

He doesn’t have horns, doesn’t have the long hair that covers half his face, doesn’t have the fucking awful scars that Tommy still hates himself for having let happen – but it’s still unmistakably him. His smile’s the same, he laughs the same – if a little brighter and less reserved – he brushes his hair back the same way and furrows his brows in concentration the same way and groans lightly in frustration the same way and-

It’s not him, but it’s still Tubbo, and Tommy can find himself loving this version of him already.

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(Or: Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo find themselves reincarnated into the bodies of their streamer selves, and learn to live in a world that, instead of being cruel, is kind to them.)

midnight meetings by karlnapity

Dream tried to get a good look at the other two in the light drifting over from the porch. One was taller than the rest and had swoopy brown hair. The last of them was Sapnap’s height and- Wow. He was really pretty. He had thick brown hair that was just barely flopping down in front of his deep brown eyes and a soft smile. He was just wearing a baby blue hoodie and black sweatpants, but Dream felt slightly self-conscious about his pajama pants anyway.

Because he doesn't drink, Dream basically acts as Sapnap's eternal designated driver. When he picks up him and his friends from a party, he meets someone new.

All is Fair in Love and Football by graciegirl2001

The first time George Vincent meets Dream, the latter is passed out on the grass outside a college apartment in nothing but his boxers, the beer can in his hand leaking into the dirt.

Charming.

In which George is the captain of the cheer team, Dream is an up and coming football star, and George spends a great deal of time avoiding said up and coming football star like the plague.

Wrong Number by Anonymous

Skeppy accidentally texts the wrong number. It's the start of something amazing.

Unspoken Rules by Anonymous

The first time it had happened had been when Skeppy had seen the man approaching the kitchen sink and felt a jolt of guilt-ridden remembrance lurch in his gut. Three steps away, he’d managed to cut Bad off and grabbed hold of the dirtied plate first, applying soap and scrubbing at it with almost comical force. Bad had laughed, rolled his eyes and leaned on tiptoe –

And kissed Skeppy's cheek.

Twitter Disaster by junipersand

Skeppy @Skeppy

I’ve been thinking about this a lot and i think it’s time to tell you guys that i’m bisexual and blessed with a lovely boyfriend ;)

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BadBoyHalo @BadBoyHalo Replying to @Skeppy

You are still the same Skeppy I know ❤ Love you Man! So, tell us about this “boyfriend” you have o.o

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SPIN OFF:

Escaping Reality

HEAVY DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT SHIP THE REAL PEOPLE NOR THEIR CHARACTERS. THIS IS MERELY FOR FUN AND FOR JOKES.

The Modern Dictionary for Ghosts, Written by a Dead Guy by Turtle_ier

Dream is dead, and has been for some time. People come and go, trees grow and fall, and as time gradually wears down even the most steadfast things, he forgets himself. Eventually, the appearance of the man who inherited the house he haunts means that he remembers some things, and learns a few others. But Dream remembers that face. It would be hard not to remember that face.

The Inherent Mystery of Twins by voidofwriting

He wasn’t sure really when he’d come up with the idea. Ranboo had always been good at impressions, and it wasn’t like an American accent was hard to fake. Sure, it probably would have been easier to just get his brother’s help with everything, but Tubbo was busy with the Dream SMP, and besides, he didn’t want to just grow from his clout. No, Ranboo wanted to earn some himself. ~~~ Or:

Tubbo and Ranboo are twins, and they may have forgotten to tell all of their friends. Oh well, it's not like its THAT big of a deal

studio 404 by quartzfia

With zero hesitation he pushed the door upon, eyes darting to the figure there as he realized it was very much not empty. George found himself completely enthralled with what he saw. He always had a thing for tappers, didn't he?

Or in which, George left everything behind him to pursue his dreams of dance in New York City, and meets two mysterious people he grows too attached to in too little time.

Reconciliation by Frog_kid

Wilbur and Tommy had been separated for two years. During that time Tommy began to hate the other man. But after a lucky placement by the system, the two end up in the same house

(I’m not good at descriptions but I promise it’s good aksjd)

Pathways by Cairo_Raiser545

There are four people who have known each-other their whole lives, and yet they’ve never met.

Four people aware of things they shouldn’t know and fearing things that don’t exist.

Four people craving a family they don’t have.

OR

I’m obsessed with the idea of SBI being aware of their Minecraft Characters as if it’s a past life/alternate reality so I made it a fic

If I ever were to lose you, I'd surely lose myself by sircantus

They took his life, not just the air in his lungs but the love in his heart. They took away his ability to hold his children close, they took him away.

Phil wants the world to burn at his feet for daring to steal his world from his arms, but revenge honestly isn’t the priority here.

All he wants is for his sons to come home.

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[Not Canon to the main Change fate storyline, this is basically a spin-off on the what-if idea of Phil being killed, then being brought back to life in the middle of Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur destroying the world in their grief.]

Heat Waves by tbhyourelame

Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather.

A breath of frustration escapes George’s lips. “I don’t do that.”

“You do. It’s okay,” Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, “you’re so cute.”

The call falls silent.

They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame—for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -- inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

Enough by piteouspeculiarity

What was it his dad had said, blood coating his knuckles? That he brought too much trouble to the family while giving nothing in return? That he should get out and stay out?

It was bullshit. He knew it was bullshit. Knew it in the way anger clenched his fists and quickened his breath. In the way that every now and then, money disappeared from his account with no explanation. He already paid for the Wi-Fi and the electricity, figuring that was fair since he used so much of it. He did his chores, even when the unfairness of them made him clench his jaw. So what if he got into the occasional fight?

There was a voice in his head telling him that being beaten up wasn't a fight; he was tall for his age, but skinny and spent his free time playing video games, his chances against one person was low, never mind four. The voice sounded suspiciously like Wilbur, so he ignored it.

It was bullshit. So he listened, and he left and he hadn't looked back once.

Tommy is alone, injured and so, so tired. He has one destination in mind: Brighton.

He just hopes Wilbur will be happy to see him.

Dangerous Living by Anonymous

“Is he dangerous?”

It’s not the first time Skeppy’s been asked that question. The query comes in many forms, many ways; sometimes it’s whispered, sometimes it’s shrieked. Sometimes it’s spat in challenge at his feet.

Other times, it’s honest. It’s quiet and timid, attempted in a polite tone yet still underlain with no small hint of concern. This is one of those times, as Skeppy glances down at the young girl standing beside him at waist-height.

Acts Of Love by overthejune

He leaned down and smiled sensually. "Your name would be nice.

The brunet seemed to consider this for a moment, then leaned forward until their faces were inches apart; a direct challenge. Clay could feel the boy's breath softly ghosting onto his face.

"George Davidson."

Clay's smile grew as he tallied himself a point. "Well, my name is Clay Dream. It's very nice to meet you, George."

George stared straight into his eyes, a light going off in them that signaled his intense disapproval of Clay's condescending tone. The boy leaned back in his seat but didn't relax. After a single moment, the dark eyes discarded him.

"Wish I could say the same."

-- Everyone loves Clay... everyone, that is, except for the sarcastic, edgy guy in the third row of Clay's English Language class.

Clay has always enjoyed a challenge, but he never thought that it would be so hard to get someone to notice him.

George has always enjoyed staying away from people like Clay, but he never thought that it would be so hard to ignore him.

It will be quite a battle of the wills (or pills), and it will change their lives forever.

#dream smp #dreamnotfound #skephalo

[blackknightgargiefoodtopia]

Brasserie Lebanese Restaurant

We were supposed to have Turkish for dinner, but apparently the shop was closed for decoration/renovation, so after hunting about, we chanced upon a Lebanese restaurant just up across the street, so we decided to try our luck there at Brasserie

Location: Within Stanmore, just a few blocks away from our apartment

Setting: A nice Lebanese feel to it, with a verandah outside to smoke bong, though they kinda have this annoying song playing in a loop

Their bottled water, or stilled water as they call it in London

Some kind of meat snack wrapped in edible leaves

Lebanese bread with the humus to go with it

Lebanese currypuffs, apparently

Chicken chunks with Lebanese bread and salad

Beef chop or lamb chop, I think? I can't remember

Lamb cutlets

Chicken wings with rice and salad

Ocra stew with rice

Another kind of veggie stew with rice, though I can't recall what veggies is it

Fries for the kids

One of the many Lebanese desserts, which is almost like a flaky spring roll, but sweet

It was a very filling meal, though my ocra stew could use a little bit of crunch into it. It's made into stew so much that went I bite into the ocra (which is one of my fav vegs btw), it just went splat in my mouth and the slight gooey crunch to it was not there. But still, it's a nice taste to it. Never thought that ocra could be made into stew.

The only off-putting part would be the song that they played in a constant loop somehow, but it was no big. The atmosphere was pretty relaxing, and you just feel like you wanna lay back and relax, and watching the people smoking their bong at the verandah outside the dining area was also an interesting experience

Overall rating:

[laurenpomfrett-ardn516-2023]

Week 3 - Roll of 36

For this week's shoot, I wanted to explore a region that feels like a long lost friend. I haven't visited Stanmore bay and the beaches alongside the Whangaparoa peninsula in a very long time as its not situated close to where I live now on the North Shore, but it used to be in my part of the world when I was little. I wanted to revisit this beach and see how its changed over time. I found boating activities, families with dogs, a seagull haven and some sea creatures that had been beaches such as a huge jellyfish and a fish skeleton. I practiced my action shots with getting the seagulls to fly and also different effects such as the bokeh on the water. This day trip was filled with exploration and enjoying the natural scenery.

[now-we-say-c0ral]

June 3, 2023

Woke up around 8am today and lost Wordle. Eddie actually lost too. Had a steamy morning cuddle and just viewed some reels on Facebook. I saw this reel about the Amityville Horror and went to do a little research on Youtube. Scary shit. I need to watch a really scary film one of these days. Those are my jam even when I can't fall asleep at night.

Went to the gym and did chest, arms, abs, and a bit of cardio. Finally weighed myself after weeks of avoiding the weighing scale. I was 59.5kg. I haven't eaten yet or drank any water but it's 59kg. I'm usually 57-58kg after eating. I've really gotten heavy again and my love handles are coming back. I have to fix my diet real fast because I plan to not wear a shirt for our Antalya trip. After the session I went to the grocery and bought some stuff for brunch.

Went home around 1pm and made some omelette for me and Eddie and it had some onions, tomatoes, spinach, and cheese. It was really good but I liked how Eddie would do it. I just tried to copy him.

I played some Diablo 4 and Ed went downstairs to write his diary. Ross' housewarming will be at 4pm and I'm borderline nervous. I don't know. It's just me being awkward with people that I'm not really close to.

We went to Canning Town first to buy some roast chicken for the potluck and we got to the Jubilee Line. 24 stops. It's literally a journey from the east end to the west end of London. We got to Stanmore and walked our way to Tesco to buy some ice and some lemonade then we got a bit lost going to Ross' place. Ross met us downstairs where he led us up to his flat. I met Vince and Rick there. Vince was Ed's ex. I just tried to be cordial and polite and genuine. I have a way of telling when someone is being genuine or not to me and I felt the latter for some reason. Maybe a biased opinion but I just shrugged it off. It was such a fun get-together with Ed's friends who are slowly becoming my friends too. I met some new people like Ara, Rick, Carl, Graham and they were all lovely. I really loved seeing Mhakoy. This gay really knows how to liven things up! He was actually the highlight of the whole party.

Went home around 12am. Went from west to east and took a bus ride home and arrived around 2:40am and called it a night. Luckily we didn't get drunk. The taste of whiskey isn't really for me and I'd rather much prefer tequila but they didn't have any. Double fine because I really didn't intend to get drunk tonight.

[dwestfieldblog]

MOTHER’S DAY

Born in Liverpool to parents from Yorkshire. Stubborn, independent and slightly eccentric, ‘All the best people are a little crazy’. She would say. Mum grew up surrounded by boys, as Grandad was headmaster of a boy’s college, and told me many times she wouldn’t have known what to do had I been a girl. Mum taught me early on about the values of frugality with money which to this day I only break when spending everything on music. It was thanks to her that I grew up with daily classical music before school on breakfast radio. It was also thanks to mum buying me my own little radio when I was ill which set me off on discovering all the other types of music. Love at first listen.

Every morning for decades mum would do both crosswords in The Daily Telegraph with two cups of tea until an interest in nonograms took over. My mother had many hobbies and loves, fascinated by the beauty of Concorde, the life of the Queen, Cricket, the remarkable Deltic locomotive, and adored gardening (every time I returned on summer holiday, her small but intense garden was ablaze with a cornucopia of flowers and plants.) She had a keen interest in astronomy, a telescope in the seventies and nine serious books about space travel, the moon landings and the stars. Last week I found a letter to her from Sir Patrick Moore (famous astronomer) to one she had written to him about the astronauts on Apollo 13.

My friends and girlfriends loved mum, as did my students when I told them about her style of humour. After the divorce in the eighties, knowing my father was often in the police helicopter, mum took salt and burned the letters ACAB into our lawn. The raw comedy of this was leavened by my late discovery that she had been hiding gin in Perrier bottles for months to cope with it all.

Mum laughed loudly at South Park and the Simpsons. Loved anything like Downton Abbey, all the posh snob stuff. In later years she got heavily into Norwegian crime dramas and got loads of box sets, as well as a dozen books about the hated Trump.  The adult ‘human’ version of Cartman.

I got her into heavy rock and roll via Lemmy and Led Zeppelin…the only mother I knew who watched the Hendrix at Woodstock film twice and loved his sound…she also loved drum solos…especially John Bonham and Neil Peart. Wanted Let it Be to played at her funeral, or When an Old Cricketeer Leaves the Crease by Roy Harper. Requested a wicker coffin. Last week (9th |March) I found her note; ‘Ashes. I don’t belong anywhere - not Liverpool, not here and certainly not Stanmore. Just please don’t leave them at the crem please David’.

However many years I have left, there won’t be enough days to finish crying over that message.

Mum loved driving and had two minis over the years with an annual new badge for good driving. I was bloody proud of her that she chose when to stop due to cataracts, brave of her to do so by choice before she had to, when she took such great pleasure in having the control and freedom.

We had a system over the 27 years I lived in Prague of beeping each other at random during the day just to say hello. She kept all my letters and cards from those years, as well as every badly drawn Mother’s Day and Christmas card I made at Primary/Middle and High School.

She stuck Czech words on condiment jars and items in the kitchen, made a self-drawn cartoon of a person with Czech labels for the body parts. Mum knew the name (and how to pronounce them correctly) of almost every Czech sportsman/ woman from the last forty years. She Adored cricket above all other sports and kept scorecards from decades ago as well as an old darkened cricket ball, dozens of books and tapes recorded from the TV. Loved formula one racing, Wimbledon, and cycling marathons across France, (which she watched for the beautiful landscapes as much as anything else.)

Mum kept a rolled-up piece of a pretty summer/party dress from her youth which I took and left at the hospice to be with her instead of the childhood teddy bear she wanted at cremation. I, weak and sentimental, lie to myself it was because he was wire inside. Mum had him sitting in an antique chair all these years, facing her. She is due home four days from Mother’s Day and I will place her with him on a memorial shelf. Almost unable to see the laptop screen, I cannot believe I am writing these things. This ‘eulogy’ is not a catharsis.

Years after my first breakdown at 19, mum admitted she hadn’t known what to do to help. But she had done everything for me just by being there at Home. Many years after that, I learned just how seriously depressed she had been carrying me, how physically sick. And more years after that, I found out she had had an abortion the second time around, preceded by a stay in Bedlam and then onto a Catholic hospital in Liverpool for the procedure. My previous guilt at this is trebled by every impatient, unkind word said to her in her last eight months. Exhaustion is no excuse for cruelty and I deserve what is coming. Hugged her as often as she would allow. Never enough.

I have been finding many of her little messages on 100-year-old photographs, along with notes in first communion/confirmation bibles from 1949, her plaits from school, favourite little jokes, quotes (see below) and letters from newspapers. As well as her speed typing test and dictation, two boxes of ancient collected letters from her father to his sisters, the figurines on her 1964 wedding cake, all the cards sent on my birth, my christening gown from 66, and a post office savings book from her legendary solo bicycle trip from Liverpool to London in 1959. These discoveries of my mother’s history in an old suitcase never shown, were soul rending so close to her passing.

‘It is wonderful how much you can conceal between the touch of the handle and the opening of the door if your heart is in it’ JM Barrie Tommy and Grizel.

Mums’ bedroom was a danger zone of hoarded items and boxes, thick with dust. In the days when she took the car to go shopping, I would go in and clean as much as possible until at last she realised what was happening and made me vow never to go in there again. Wardrobes packed with clothes from the decades, veiled funeral hats, seventies summer clothes, newspapers and magazines of serious events, Royal and terrorist. Her hairdresser got ill before covid and during those foul twin years, mum finally let her dark grey hair grow long and graceful, refusing to allow any to cut it. Suited her, graceful with beauty. I washed it four times before the end.

Her Guernsey Puffin which was with her as she passed remains in my bed now. Still I would give everything for one more day with her and to be able to make all better. LOVE YOU MUM, sorry is not strong enough, please forgive me for failing as a son. Goodbye is brutal and final and I don’t want to let go.  Thank you for everything you did and were. See you soon as I can. ‘Kisskisskiss’.

‘Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle’

[sun224]

Feelings. I feel okay. There’s just so little going on right now. I miss having a job. I hope I get to go back to work soon. How sad is that. 

I always feel best at night. Urgh. Maybe Annaliese wants to hang out Sunday night? Tomorrow is tan and get ready for the date. Just be myself. I’m a weirdo but he seems like one too, so that’s great. Maybe it’ll be awesome?

Then Saturday, chill I guess. Maybe Soph wants to get a coffee?

I’m doing great. I’m just an anxious over-achiever who feels like I should always be doing things. I get hyper anxious if I’m doing nothing. Everythings good. I’m happy. Moneys good, getting paid well at the end of the month. Stanmore is cool as usual. Enjoying my friends, getting on well with Eli and Callum. 

I kinda just wanna play video games and sloth around. But I need a schedule or I’ll go entirely insane.

-Coffee

-Gym, Lewisham.

-Groceries.

-Lunch at home. Eggs, smoked salmon, etc. 

-Tan!

-Date, 1989, 6pm. 

I feel like I’m addicted to the internet.

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[dubmill]

Little Stanmore, London; 9.10.2021

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[sortavibing]

jubilee line I suna rintarou

this is a self indulgent sort of angst fic😌 i hope y'all enjoy

12:47 am, 2 weeks ago

"WHAT THE FUCK"

you stand up from suna's bed, where you were just laying with him a couple seconds ago, face flushed with anger. he looks up at you with lazy eyes and smirks, mocking you for your outburst

"what now baby"

he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, as he stretches, yawns, and resumes trying to fall asleep, making you even madder at his blatant disregard of your emotions.

"what do you mean what now you've literally been dating someone else for 4 fucking months, with no fucking regret at all! i've dated you for over a year now and it still seems like you don't give a absolute shit about me!"

"mhm keep on talking i understand completley..."

"and you still aren't fucking listening! do you even want to be together or is this just a sad attempt to have your sorry ass feeling less lonely?"

"well i'm clearly not lonely, because i'm dating someone else too. to be honest, you're kinda being clingy right now... so can you like, not overreact like you always do?"

"i...i overreact? this is overreacting? you literally fucking cheated on my and you have the fucking audacity to say that i'm being fucking clingy? we are literally dating! how the fuck do you expect me to not be mad at you!"

suna gets up, finally starting to show at least a little bit of emotion. he rolls his eyes, and then bites back with a calm anger that is just mocking you 100 times over.

"see? you are so fucking dense. you're the reason i cheated. why else would i date someone else if i still liked you? you are a clingy, annoying, overemotional little bitch. i honestly should've dropped you sooner if i didn't feel bad for your sorry ass."

he's fully smiling now, with this evil glint in his eyes as he saw tears welling up in your eyes. he looks happy, excited even at this turn of events. he wishes that he could video tape your moment of weakness, because right now, he feels like a god.

"suna, do you mean all of those things you said?"

"every. single. word."

"fine. i hope you have a terrible life you bastard. don't try to contact me ever again. who am i kidding? you wouldn't even want to! see you never."

you grab your jacket and walk out of his room, leaving his apartment and slamming the door, making the walls vibrate with the force of it. suna doesn't stop smiling. he knows you'll call back. you always do. no matter how many times he fucked up, you always came back. he'll just have to wait for a couple hours. he lays back on his bed, and then closes his eyes, not worried at all.

12:47 pm, present

Northern and Waterloo and City Lines, and National Rail Services This train terminates at Stanmore

suna blinks, the sound of the last call of the subway bringing him out of his daydream (nightmare?). you never called back. of course you didn't. you finally had enough and dumped him. he started walking a little faster, needing to catch the train, looking at his phone the entire time, scrolling through pictures of you, grasping onto the last things he has of the best year of his life. after you left, he immeditaltey ended things with the other person, he knew that they were nothing compared to you, so why did he date them? why did he do this? why? these thoughts plauge his mind constantly, along with the last words you said to him;

see you never

see you never

see you never

see you never

he looks at your number again, hoping, praying, wishing that you would text back, but there was nothing there but your last message, read over and over again. as he got onto the subway, he breathed a deep breath in, and out, gathering up the courage to text you again. he fucked up. and he knew it. you were everything he wanted, everything he needed, and he had to go and take you for granted. after a few more seconds, he typed something out, and pushed send.

hey

i hated to see you leaving

it was a fate worse than dying

i'm sorry

he looked out of the subway window at the dimly lit underground tunnels, hoping that you might forgive him, or at least hate him as much as you do now.

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[blackknightgargiefoodtopia]

Maurya Finest Indian Cuisine

When we returned from our long day tour, we decided to have dinner and bowling, so we went downstairs from our apartment to this awesome Indian restaurant called Maurya Finest Indian Cuisine

Location: Directly downstairs at the ground floor at Stanmore Apartments, right next to the Lava Lane bowling centre

Setting: Has a nice Indian feel to it, with a bit of London in the mix, and the moment you come inside, you're greeted with a strong whiff of spices that really whets your appetite

Le cutlery

Drink of the day

Appetizers and the sauce to go with it

Technically this is also a sort of filling for the appetizer, but it's also good to eat it with rice and stuff, and there is cut chilli in it, so gives it the extra kick

Don't remember the name of it, but it's basically a meat platter with the usual meat along with fish and tiger prawn there

Some kind of chicken platter, the meat nice and tender and juicy

Some kind of potato snack, tastes amazingly yummy

Chicken masala

Beef masala

Naan to go with the masala

Butter naan, a little extra oily for my taste, but quite sweet

One of the many Indian desserts. Can't remember what it's called, but although it's nice and sweet, the texture tastes like wet tissue somehow, and that was a little off-putting

Complimentary chocolates after end of the meal

It was a very satisfying dinner. The spices had its kick, the taste was flavourful, the meat was tender and juicy and some even melts in your mouth, and the bread are nicely fresh from the oven. The only downside is that they kinda take a little too long, service is a little slow, but at least they're efficient.

Overall rating:

[vanishingsydney]

"Balnagowan" (c.1884). It might look like an abandoned late Victorian-era mansion, but it's not. The joint is full of folks as the place has long been subdivided into very small bed-sit flats for low income earners. Could use a lick of paint as the landlord has clearly done very little maintenance work. Stanmore.

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[your-disobedient-servant]

Aaron Burr and his umbrella misfortunes

Home at 4. Caught in the rain, having yesterday left my umbrella at Brentford—no doubt lost. Dinner, B. and K. Read out the review of the "Life of Washington" by Marshall and Ramsay. The review is full as stupid, and as illy written, as either of the books.

- December 6, 1808 

Loses umbrella for the first time. (Bonus throwing shade on Life of Washington and its review.)

Rose at ten. Such is the mode in London. Sor. at 1. Going up Haymarket, met Madame O., and walked with her half an hour. Went to the stage-house in Piccadilly to inquire for my umbrella, but with little hope. It was there, brought by the coachman; 1 shilling 6 pence. How very honest people are here, and yet I am cheated most impudently every hour!

- December 7, 1808

Finds the umbrella, has to pay to get it back.

Rose at 6. Set off at 7. I sleep very soundly in these stage coaches. By sleeping, however, forgot to ask for my umbrella, which I had left at Stanmore.

-  December 14, 1808 

When he seemingly forgets it again.

Stayed to dinner. Out at 10; raining, took K.'s umbrella, having lost my own. Koe overtook me, having run all that way in the rain; sent by Bentham to bring me back to sleep, he not suspecting that I was going off. Apologized.

- February 8, 1808

And again.

As I was writing the concluding line of the preceding page last evening (about 1 o'clock) an ill-looking fellow opened my door without knocking, and muttering in German something which I did not comprehend, bid me put out my candle. Being in no very placid humor at the moment, as you see, I cursed him and sent him to hell in French and English. He advanced and was going to seize the candle. My umbrella, which had a dirk in the handle, being near me, I seized it, drew the dirk, and drove him out of the room. Some minutes after I heard the steps of a number of men and looking out at my windows saw it was a corporal's guard. It then occurred to me that this Erfurt, being a garrison town with a French governor (de Vismes), there might probably enough be an order for extinguishing lights at a certain hour, and I had no doubt but the gentlemen I had just seen in the street were coming to invite me to take a walk with them. So I bundled up my papers and put them in my pocket to be ready for a lodging in the guard house. It was only the relief of the centinels' going round and who the impertinent extinguisher was I have not learnt.

- January 9, 1810

So much to unpack here I don’t know where to even start. I don’t know if my favourite thing is

that there was a stranger barging into his room insisting he puts out the candle,

that he crankily attacked him with a knife,

that the knife was hidden inside the handle of his umbrella,

that he suddenly remembered there was a law forbidding light after a certain hour

and was afraid the guards passing by might be coming for him

...or that he had a rare stroke of luck and nothing happened

Sor. 11 to the umbrella-mender; nothing done.

- April 20, 1810

I had no paraplui² and was resolved not to take coach if one had offered. Got home wet to the skin, from head to foot. Jul. made me a good fire, for my chimney was reformed a little. Changed clothes. Caf. blanc, and am quite refreshed.

2 For farafluit. Umbrella.

- October 18, 1810

Deliberating on the state of my finances, found that this sans sous state was not only inconvenient, but dangerous; for instance, this morning I hit a glass window with my umbrella, and had nearly forced it through one of three large panes. In such a case you have only to pay, and there's an end of it; but had I broken the pane and not been able to pay for it, I must infallibly have been taken before a commissionaire de police to abide his judgment.

- December 10, 1810

Burr what were you doing

Thence to Vanderlyn's to get more newspapers. While there it set in to rain; had no umbrella, and got wet.

- December 12, 1811

A brilliant morning. Sun shining bright for this hemisphere. Went out without my umbrella. Before I got one hundred yards it began to rain. Went back for the umbrella.

- February 13, 1811

At least you went back for it this time I guess?

Very grave and philosophical, and full of good resolutions. Have lost my umbrella! But it is better to begin in the usual form.

- February 18, 1811

Had breakfast at 6. Was sitting in the parlor below reading a newspaper. Received a smart click on the head. It was Madame. "Mais vous etes la tout tranquille. Vous laissez tous vos hardes pele mele. Voila votre paraplui. Vous ne pensez a rien. Vous etes come un enfant. Le diligence va partir et vous ne faites rien"².

2 For "Mais vous êtes là tout tranquille. Vous laissez toutes vos hardes pêle-mêle. Voilà votre parapluie. Vous ne pensez à rien. Vous êtes comme un enfant. Le diligence va partir et vous ne faites rien." "But you are quite at your ease there. You leave all your clothes lying pell mell. There is your umbrella. You don'tthink of anything. You are like a child. The diligence is going to leave you and you are doing nothing."  

- May 18, 1811

After the fireworks were done, Mr. L. proposed that he and I should walk along the river and about the palace, to see the various illuminations. F. recommended this; we saw her in the carriage, and she went off; we were to take our chance for a hack. Mr. L., not being well acquainted with the ground, and the confusion produced by the variety of light, led us astray, and when we reached the river found ourselves 1/2 mile above the bridge. It now began to rain hard; we had no surtouts or umbrellas. When we reached the bridge, there was nothing to be seen which we had not before seen from a better point of view. We, therefore, took shelter in the first house we could get in ; but the crowd was so immense that even this was difficult. At length we had room to stand up under cover. Mr. L. then went out to hunt a carriage. All were engaged. He went in another direction, and, after an hour, returned without success. He was not to be discouraged. Out he went again. A guinea was asked for a seat to town, about six or seven miles; and then you must be crammed in with six or eight drenched people. At 1/2 p. 1 he returned with a carriage; at what price I know not, for he would not let me interfere.

- June 23, 1811

I should say this was the same day as, or shall I say directly after the “got brain freeze and thought he was dying” episode. Burr just can’t catch a damn break.

The chevalier led me au P. R., after strolling an hour, in a caffe into a cellar, which I will describe as well as I can. We took ice-creams. There was music and a ventriloquist. We agreed to neglect Madame F. At 1/2 p. 10 I got home. [...] Mem.: Left my new umbrella at that confounded ventriloquist's and am sure shall never see it again.

- June 30, 1811

My umbrella is lost; lost 32 francs. Paid for our ice-creams 3 francs.

- July 1, 1811

To near Luxembourg 5 to get an umbrella which some one, unknown, left in my room a fortnight ago, and which has, therefore, become my property by prescription. Paid for mending it, 3 francs.

- July 11, 1811

Score! Gains an umbrella instead of losing it for once.

The morning appearing fine, went out without my umbrella and got well wetted. It is against my conscience, you know, to hire a hack.

- January 29, 1812

Set out for Lincoln's Inn Fields, but hard rain coming on, and having taken no umbrella, the morning being fine, turned about and stopped a few minutes at Godwin's. Continued in all the rain; by musing, lost my way and got wet to the skin. Home at 4. Changed and made a great fire.

- January 30, 1812

Burr. Burr.

And here is where the fun begins:

Got home at 4, and discovered that I had lost my umbrella; a most serious misfortune, and little hope of recovering it, as I have no recollection where I stopped. It is impossible for me to buy one or to do without one.

- February 18, 1812

Slept near seven hours last night, and did not rise till 8. My umbrella hung heavy at my heart. Went to hunt for it. Walked back on the track I came from J. H.'s yesterday, and called at the places I had been; but no umbrella. It is finally lost, and I must submit to the inconvenience of getting wet and of spoiling my clothes. 

- February 19, 1812

Then home, following again the track of my poor lost umbrella, but to no purpose. 

- February 20, 1812

I had intended to have breakfasted at J. B.'s, for the purpose of taking the retorts early to friend Allen; but in the first place I slept till 9, and in the next it rained in torrents and you know my umbrella is on a voyage. [...] The rain setting in again, bought me the cheapest umbrella I could find that was large enough. Cost 10 shillings and 6 pence.

- March 2, 1812

THE END.

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