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iishmael · 10 months

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Global Reading Challenge: 109/200

A personal reading project, where I endeavour to read a book from each of the 193 United Nations member states plus 7 extra* ones. My main goal is to have fun and to learn, but I do have rules for myself:

The book should be fiction, and preferably a novel. I allow plays and poetry, but non-fiction only as the very last resort

The author should have the nationality of their country. If they have lived a good portion of their life there and genuinely represent the local culture, then it's ok if they've been born somewhere else

I want to read books that represent the local literary tradition. Preferably a "classic", a book that illustrates the local culture, or a book that is famous within the country. I avoid popular and contemporary fiction, and books that play outside of the country.

*Extra states have been determined based on UNESCO membership and personal interest where I want to read more books from. This is not a political statement.

The List

Afghanistan: Atiq Rahimi - Earth and Ashes

Albania:

Algeria: Albert Camus - The Stranger (FR)

Andorra: Teresa Colom - Mlle Keaton et autres creatures (FR)

Angola: José Eduardo Agualusa - The Book of Chameleons

Antigua and Barbuda

Argentina: JL Borges - Fictions

Armenia: Raffi - The Fool

Australia: Doris Pilkington/Nugi Garimara - Follow the Rabbit-Proof Fence

Austria

Azerbaijan

Bahamas: Telcine Turner - Woman Take Two

Bahrain

Bangladesh

Barbados

Belarus: Uladzimir Karatkievich - King Stakh's Wild Hunt

Belgium

Belize: Zee Edgell - Beka Lamb

Benin

Bhutan

Bolivia

Bosnia and Herzegovina

Botswana: Bessie Head - Maru

Brazil: Paulo Coehlo - The Alchimist

Brunei Darussalam: K.H. Lim - Written in Black

Bulgaria: Elias Canetti - Komödie der Eitelkeit (GER)

Burkina Faso: Norbert Zongo - Le parachutage (FR)

Burundi: Samoya Kirura - La femme au regard triste (FR)

Cabo Verde: Germano Almeida - The Last Will & Testament of Senhor da Silva Araújo

Cambodia

Cameroon: Francis Bebey - King Albert

Canada: S. Alice Callahan - Wynema: A Child of the Forest

Central African Republic: Étienne Goyémidé - Le dernier Survivant de la caravane

Chad: Told by Starlight in Chad - Joseph Brahmin Seid

Chile

China

Colombia

Comoros: Ali Zamir - A Girl Called Eel

Congo

Cook Islands*: Kauraka Kauraka- Oral tradition in Manihiki

Costa Rica: Carlos Luis Fallas - Mamita Yunai (Die Grüne Hölle, GER)

Côte D’Ivoire

Croatia

Cuba

Cyprus: Kyriakos Charalambides - Selected Poems

Czech Republic: Jan Neruda - Prague Tales

DPRK (North Korea)

DRC

Denmark

Djibouti

Dominica: Jean Rhys - Wide Sargasso Sea

Dominican Republic

Ecuador

Egypt

El Salvador: Horacio Castellanos Moyà - Le bal des vipères (FR)

Equatorial Guinea: Trifonia Melibea Obono - La Bâtarde (FR)

Eritrea: Helen Berhane - Song of the Nightingale

Estonia

Eswatini: Malla Nunn - A Beautiful Place to Die

Ethiopia

Fiji: Rajni Mala Khelawan - Kalyana

Finland

France: Pierre Louys - Aphrodite: Ancient Manners

Gabon: Daniel M Mengara - Mema

Gambia

Georgia

Germany: Thomas Mann - Buddenbrooks

Ghana: Ayi Kwei Armah - The beautiful ones are not yet born

Greece

Greenland*: Knud Rasmussen - Eskimo Folktales

Grenada: Merle Collins - The Colour of Forgetting

Guatemala: Miguel Angel Asturias - Strong Wind

Guinea: Camara Laye - The Radiance of the King

Guinea Bissau: Abdulai Sila - The ultimate tragedy

Guyana Haiti

Honduras: Froylan Turcios - El Vampiro (SPA)

Hungary: Arthur Koestler - Darkness at Noon

Iceland

India: Rabindranath Tangore - The Home and the World

Indonesia

Iran: Sadegh Hedayat - The Blind Owl

Iraq: Andrew George - The epic of Gilgamesh

Ireland: James Joyce - Dubliners

Israel

Italy: Italo Calvino - If on a Winter's Night a Traveller

Jamaica: Andrew Salkey - Hurricane

Japan

Jordan: Amjad Nasser - L'ascension de l'amant (FR)

Kazakhstan

Kenya

Kiribati: Teresia Teaiwa & Vilsoni Hereniko - Last Virgin in paradise

Kosovo*

Kuwait

Kyrgyzstan: Chingiz Aitmatov - Jamila

Laos: Outhine Bounyavong - Mother's Beloved

Latvia

Lebanon

Lesotho

Liberia: Bai T. Moore - Murder in the Cassava Patch

Libya

Liechtenstein

Lithuania: Vingas Kreve - The Herdsman and the Linden Tree

Luxembourg: Norbert Jacques - Dr Mabuse der Spieler (GER)

Madagascar: Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo - Traduit de La nuit (FR)

Malawi

Malaysia

Maldives: Abdullah Sadiq - Dhon Hiyala and Ali Fulhu

Mali

Malta

Marshall Islands: Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner - Iep Jaltok: Poems from a Marshallese Daughter

Mauritania: Moussa Ould Ebnou - L'Amour Impossible (FR)

Mauritius

Mexico: Mario Bellatín - Beauty Salon

Micronesia: Emelihter Klieng - My Urohs

Monaco: Louis Notari - La légende de Sainte Dévote (FR)

Mongolia: Galsan Tschinag - Die Karawane (GER)

Montenegro: Petar II Petrovic Njegos - The Mountain Wreath

Morocco: Abdellatif Laâbi - Le bâpteme chacaliste (FR)

Mozambique

Myanmar

Namibia

Nauru: Nancy Viviani - Nauru, phosphate and political progress

Nepal

Netherlands

New Zealand: Witi Ihimaera - The Whale Rider

Nicaragua: Rubén Dario - Azul… (SPA/ENG)

Niger

Nigeria: Chinua Achebe - Things Fall Apart

Niue*: John Puhiatau Pule - The Bond of Time: An Epic Love Poem

North Macedonia

Norway: Henrik Ibsen - A Doll's House

Oman

Pakistan: Jamil Ahmad - The Wandering Falcon

Palau: Hermana Ramarui - The Palauan Perspective: a poetry book

Panama: Ricardo Miró - Las Noches de Babel (SPA)

Palestine*: Ibrahim Nasrallah - Prairies of Fever

Papua New Guinea: Vincent Eri - The Crocodile

Paraguay

Peru: Mario Vargas Llosa - In Praise of the Stepmother

Philippines

Poland

Portugal

Qatar

Republic of Korea

Republic of Moldova

Romania

Russian Federation: Leo Tolstoi - The Death of Ivan Ilyich

Rwanda

Saint Kitts and Nevis: Caryl Philips - Cambridge

Saint Lucia: Derek Walcott - Omeros

Saint Vincent and the Grenadines

Samoa: Albert Wendt - Leaves of the Banyan Tree

San Marino: J. Theodore Bent - A freak of Freedom: or, the Republic of San Marino

Sao Tome and Principe:

Saudi Arabia

Senegal

Serbia

Seychelles: Antoine Abel - Coco Sec (FR)

Sierra Leone

Singapore

Slovakia: Milan Rúfus - Strenges Brot

Slovenia: France Prešeren - Poems

Solomon Islands: John Saunana - Cruising Through the Reverie

Somalia: Hadraawi - The Poet and the Man

South Africa: JM Coetzee - Disgrace

South Sudan: Nyuol Lueth Tong - There is a country

Spain: Miguel de Unamuno - Abel Sanchez and Other Stories

Sri Lanka

Sudan

Suriname

Sweden: August Strindberg - The Red Room

Switzerland

Syrian Arab Republic: Ibn al-Nafis - Theologus Autodidactus

Taiwan*

Tajikistan: Shavkat Niyazi - At the Foot of Blue Mountains: Stories by Tajik Authors

Thailand

Timor-Leste: Xanana Gusmão - Mar Meu

Togo

Tonga: Epeli Hau'ofa - Tales of the Tikongs

Trinidad and Tobago

Tunisia: Albert Memmi - The Pillar of Salt

Turkey

Turkmenistan: Magtymguly - Poems from Turkmenistan

Tuvalu: Neil Lifuka - Logs in the current of the sea

Uganda: Okot p'Bitek - Song of Lawino & Song of Ocol

Ukraine: Andrey Kurkov - Death and the Penguin

United Arab Emirates

UK: Virginia Woolf - Mrs Dalloway

United Republic of Tanzania

USA: John Steinbeck - Grapes of Wrath

Uruguay

Uzbekistan: Abdullah Qoqiriy - Bygone Days

Vanuatu: Grace Molisa - Black Stone

Vatican City*: Andrew Graham-Dixon - Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel

Venezuela

Viet Nam

Yemen: Abdul-wali - They die strangers

Zambia

Zimbabwe

#booklr #currently reading #reading challenge #classic literature #literature #books #book recommendations #global reading #Sam reads #PLEASE let me know if the Read More breaks since this is a very longue post #I will link to my book reviews of the books I've read when I post them!!!

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starlight-shades · 8 months

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Called Home to the Depths of the Forest Ch. 5

• summary – Montage time. Scenes as they're falling into a rhythm as a family.

• rating – M

• wordcount – 3.6k

• warnings – mentions of previous character deaths

• This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if there's anything I forgot to tag. Feedback is welcome and encouraged

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Ch. 1 Ch. 4 Ch. 6

Together, the four of them found a new routine over the next few weeks. Whoever slept in the living room would make breakfast for all of them (Johnny was the better cook, they both knew it, but Simon would be damned if he ever told him that). Then they would usually spend the day outside.

Sometimes Johnny would shift and play with the pups while Simon would work on the cabin extension. Other days, Simon would spend time showing them around the garden, letting them dig new holes and rip weeds out with their teeth.

On more than one occasion, they tore out plants that were meant to be there. It was still early enough in the season that Simon just sighed and made a note to plant more.

Duncan took great joy in bringing Simon every single bug he found, and he caught himself smiling every time the little wolf trotted over to him with a caterpillar, beetle, or yet another ladybird.

What surprised him, however, was that the boy didn’t have any qualms about spiders. There were several times he had wanted to jump out of his own skin when Duncan would let out the little woof he would do when he wanted attention. Simon had turned around, expecting an inch worm or maybe an interesting rock, but instead he found Duncan with a frighteningly large and hair spider on the end of his usual stick. The only thing that kept him from launching the stick back into the woods were the years of practice he had keeping still and silent.

Ailsa, on the other hand, found gardening to be quite boring, and she would only spend about ten minutes helping until she left to go play with whatever toys she had brought outside. She had started carrying around a plush owl everywhere she went. She and Johnny had a game where he would guess what she had named it, getting increasingly more outlandish as they went.

“Lauren?”

“Jefferson?”

“Tulip?”

“Professor Hubert?”

“Saint Roxanne the Bewildered?”

“His Holiness the Exuberant and Exalted Larry the Just of the Kingdom of Temperance, son of Norbert the Eighth?”

It usually ended with the two of them play wrestling, Johnny dramatically falling back and Ailsa covering his face in slobbering licks, her tail going fast enough for a small breeze to develop behind her.

A few times, the four of them would spend the day hiking through the woods. It was usually an excuse to check Simon’s traps (usually he checked them on his own), but they would often veer off, following Johnny when he insisted he “knew a spot” that they “had to see.”

One of those spots turned out to be a small waterfall tucked deep in the forest. It was a scene straight out of a storybook, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the trees. The sounds of the water flirting with the shore coupling with the songs of far-off birds. Early spring flowers had started to make their way across the forest floor, pushing through the detritus of fallen leaves and broken sticks. Rocks were covered in the plushest looking moss.

Johnny let out an excited whoop, shucking off his clothes down to his underwear as he ran to the small pond that the waterfall fed. The three of them stared after him from the shore as he took a running leap into the water.

Simon couldn’t help but think of magic when the resulting spray erupted, sending water droplets through the light to sparkle like tiny diamonds, suspended for only a moment before falling to get swallowed by the eager soil beneath their feet. When Johnny burst back through the water’s surface, flipping his hair back out of his eyes before turning to grin at them, he swore he didn’t know what he had to deserve such beauty.

“Refreshing!” he called to the three of them. “Come on in!”

Ailsa was quick to take up his invitation, flying into the water from the same spot Johnny had jumped from. She didn’t quite go as far as he had, but he was quick to paddle over to her, showering her in praise for her bravery. After giving Johnny a few cursory licks to his chin, she yipped at her brother, presumably to join them.

Duncan was less enthusiastic in his entrance. Tentatively, he padded to the edge of the swimming hole, dipping one paw and carefully setting it down. He picked his way through the shallows, making sure of his footing as he went. By the time he had gone deep enough to submerge himself to his chest, Ailsa was paddling over to him, Johnny close behind her. With only a minimal amount of prodding, Duncan eventually started swimming around with his sister, splashing and just generally having a great time making noise.

Simon grabbed Johnny’s clothes from where they had been thrown everywhere and tossed them down in a pile. He sat down next to the pile, settling with his back against a tree not too far from the water.

“You coming in, Si?”

“No, I’m good right here.”

He found that he was rather unexpectedly content. Everyone was happy and safe, at least for the moment.

When he had gotten home from his trip into town with Price, he had taken Johnny aside and they had spoken about the likelihood of incriminating evidence being found of their involvement in the deaths and subsequent dismemberment of the hunters. While Johnny was more confident than Simon that nothing could be linked back to them, they had agreed to ask Gaz and Price for help.

He was still uncomfortable with the idea of trusting them, but Johnny had reassured him, and he trusted Johnny. It was unclear when he had begun trusting the other man so much, but it hadn’t been a mistake yet. Price and Gaz had easily accepted the job of collecting any body parts still around and burning them. Total destruction was the only way to ensure their safety.

But now, in the glow of the afternoon, watching as Ailsa and Duncan took turns jumping off a rock outcrop into Johnny’s waiting arms, he allowed those worries to fade to the back-burner. Instead, he just basked in the quiet joy he found for himself in that moment.

On days when Johnny would go hunting, Duncan would go with him. They had pretty quickly figured out that Ailsa did not have any interest in hunting if it went further than play-stalking, but Duncan was captivated. He loved the whole process, especially when Johnny would let him carry some of the smaller game home.

He had yet to catch anything on his own, but that didn’t seem to deter him too much.

“You’re still learning, lad. You’ll get there soon enough, but now you can focus on helping me track, how about that?” Johnny would say.

And Duncan would bark, tail wagging slowly. It was good to see him excited.

With Johnny and Duncan gone for the day, Ailsa would shadow Simon. He had started on the cabin extension, which wasn’t terribly interesting for her. She would go back and forth between playing with her toys (always taking the owl with her) and watching him work. When she showed interest, he would explain what he was doing.

“Have to make sure we have the right measurements.”

“This is called a tape measure. It’s pretty rigid, but you can fold it like this.”

“See how this screwdriver has a tip that’s flat, that’s a flathead. This one is a Phillips-head screwdriver, see how it’s got a little plus on the end?”

When he dug out the foundation, she was eager to help him, digging holes in places he would have to fill in later, but he thanked her anyway.

Johnny came home that day with Duncan trotting behind him, and laughed.

“Thought Dunc and I were gonna be the messy ones today.”

Ailsa, covered head to toe in dirt, had cheerfully barked at him before shaking, causing dirt to fly everywhere and cover everyone else in dirt too.

The resulting game of chase when Johnny announced that they had to be bathed had lasted a good thirty minutes. Ailsa and Duncan had the infinite energy of children who did not want to do something, which was difficult to compete with on a good day, but much harder when both of the adults had spent all day doing physical labor.

They had resorted to negotiating.

“You can have an extra cookie after dinner.”

“You can stay up for a second chapter tonight.”

“Fine. You can have an extra cookie, stay up for an extra chapter, and I’ll ask Gaz to come over tomorrow.”

Gaz had been a fast friend for both the pups. When they learned he was a gryphon, one thing led to another and he was scooping them up and flying them around (like five feet off the ground, Simon had been adamant that they not go too far).

Dinner was a task that they often swapped back and forth, occasionally cooking together, but Simon found that Johnny insisted on cooking more and more frequently.

“What, am I that bad at cooking?” he had joked once.

Instead of the expected chuckle, Johnny had pursed his lips. With a guilty look, he nodded.

“I wouldn’t say bad per se, but Si, a man can only eat the same meal so many times.”

“What do you mean?” he was completely caught off guard. Sure, he cooked pretty much the same thing, but it had worked for him for years. The combination of a seared steak and sautéed vegetables was simple, and he thought he had gotten pretty good at making it.

“Have you been eating like this the whole time?” he sounded incredulous.

“If it works, why change it? Can’t always know if I’m going to like something, so why risk it?”

Simon watched Johnny’s growing horror with every sentence he spoke.

“Is that why your spice collection is so small?”

“Can’t go wrong with salt and pepper.”

“That’s the most British thing you’ve ever said to me,” Johnny groaned. “I willnae raise these children without seasoning. Next time you go into town, I’ll make you a list of spices you’ll need to get. This is nonnegotiable.” He brandished a spoon at Simon for emphasis. “You can keep your bland dinners for yourself, but I’m gonna teach you how to cook properly so these children aren’t scarred when they taste garlic for the first time.”

So now, whenever Johnny cooked, Simon was in the kitchen learning. He learned how to make a roux, the best way to batter a fish, and different ways to combine the things he already knew how to make. Together, they were able to find ways to introduce new flavors that Simon could tolerate, and on the days when he really couldn’t stomach anything foreign to him, Johnny made sure to make him a plate with his usual steak and vegetables.

Simon also made sure that he planted some of the herbs on Johnny’s list in addition to the dried stuff that he found in the grocery store.

Every few days the pups would get a bath (Simon was quickly becoming used to the smell of wet dog), and after drying off, they would all climb into bed together.

“Simon, is the dog shampoo meant for the wee’uns?” Johnny asked from where he was in the bathroom with Ailsa.

“I wasn’t sure so I grabbed both. The baby shampoo should be next to it,” Simon called. He and Duncan were organizing the rock collection he had started that day.

He could hear the loud sigh that Johnny let out. The pups did get bathed (Johnny insisted if the shampoo was good enough for babies, it was good enough for werewolf fur).

Bedtime jobs were something that they couldn’t exchange. Some nights Johnny shifted, some nights he didn’t. On nights when he was in his human-shape, they would find themselves pressed against each other with a pup in each of their laps as Simon read a chapter from whatever book they were on. Once, they had tried having Johnny read, but their little audience made it quite clear by whining and giving little baby-growls that however Johnny did it was not acceptable. So every night, it was Simon’s low voice reading them to sleep.

When they finished “Frankenstein,” they moved onto “The Secret Garden.” The children’s books Simon had bought were fine for reading during the day, but the pups never settled as easily as they did when he read to them from a chapter book.

On more than one occasion, Simon and Johnny found themselves both falling asleep in bed with Duncan and Ailsa. It was routine that at least one of them slept with the children as they hadn’t been able to sleep alone just yet, but some mornings Simon would wake up with the book, still open, in one hand and the other curled around Johnny who had plastered himself to his side sometime during the night.

While they had been falling into their roles as the new guardians and parental figures for the pups, something else had grown between them.

Simon could feel it in the moments when he caught Johnny staring at him. Whether it be in quiet moments playing with Ailsa and her toys, or marveling at a new bug Duncan had shown him, or swiping the sweat from his face on an afternoon where it had gotten warm enough to force him to take off his shirt to remain cool while he worked on the cabin extension, Simon would look up and suddenly find himself lost in crystal clear blue eyes.

He found that he would catch himself staring at Johnny too. It was easy to be captivated by the man’s booming laughter, or the smiles that would be so bright, they felt like they lit up the whole room. There was something about him that made Simon think he was possibly the most alive anyone had ever been. Some days, Johnny would fall quiet for longer than usual, and he would stare out into the forest, just looking. In those moments, Simon felt grateful for the opportunity to observe Johnny at rest.

When he would take a break from working on the cabin extension, he would watch Johnny play with the pups, teaching them how to be wolves. No matter what shape he was in, the easy power with which he carried himself would have Simon admiring him.

When he shifted back to his human-shape, he would watch his muscles flow from canine to human, bulging beneath his skin only to settle again.

His body was something Simon imagined Ancient Greek poets would write about. He would be a heroic character. Someone people would look to for safety, someone people worshipped, someone who could only be crafted by divine hands.

On a particularly clear night, they had all gone outside after dinner to look at the stars. While Johnny had been marveling at the heavens, Simon was marveling at a star he could touch if only he dared to reach out. Johnny had been lit by the soft glow of the moon, a benevolent goddess granting her favored her kiss. The stars reflected in his eyes, like they contained galaxies of their own.

And Johnny had howled. In his human shape, he howled, joined by the unpracticed howls of Duncan and Ailsa. Simon couldn’t keep himself from laughing. His joy had bubbled up out of him, unstoppable in that moment. He grinned, and when Johnny had looked at him, he let out a howl of his own. The smile Johnny had gifted him had eclipsed anything the sky had to offer.

This thing growing between them wasn’t exclusive to stolen looks.

Grazed hands as they walked beside one another started happening more frequently. A hand on a waist as they moved around each other in the kitchen. Thighs pressed together when they sat together on the couch, Johnny drawing in his sketchbook as Simon read his own book, the pups playing on the floor at their feet or lounging in front of the fire. When he finished a second chair for the kitchen table, they would sit next to each other at dinner, hands grazing where they rested next to each other on the table.

“Didn’t know you were left-handed,” Johnny had commented.

“I’m not.” He just liked having his right hand free when they ate.

Life was not without its growing pains, however. Simon had gone from a mostly solitary existence to very suddenly living with three other people in a cabin he had only built for one person.

“Johnny!” he yelled when he stepped under the ice-cold spray of the shower. “Quit hogging all the hot water!”

“Sorry!”

“Johnny!” he growled when he opened the cabinets, expecting to find something to snack on, only to discover the chips he had to get in town had all already been devoured.

“Sorry!”

“Johnny!” he hissed when he saw all three of them in their wolf-shape digging holes in his garden.

“Sorry!” Johnny said after shifting back, hands cupped over himself for some semblance of modesty. “We thought we found a mole.”

That particular incident had led to one afternoon being dedicated entirely to building a sandbox for the pups (and Johnny).

Suddenly, Simon found he couldn’t blame Johnny for staring at him when he was sweating and shirtless because he found himself in the same situation, staring as he hammered in the last few nails to secure the corner of the sandbox. When they had finished, Simon had mumbled something about needing to restock on firewood.

It may or may not have been a deliberate move to draw Johnny’s attention to him as he swung the axe down only to toss it aside as soon as he had wedged it deep enough to be able to tear the logs apart with his hands.

It was very effective. It also had the added bonus of supplying them with plenty of firewood. Wood that was promptly used to teach Duncan and Ailsa how to build a “proper bonfire.”

“See you need to provide structure while leaving enough room for air to circulate. You can’t have a fire without oxygen.”

Simon prepared a bucket filled with sand to use to smother the fire when it got out of hand. He wouldn’t admit that it was nice to see them all playing around the fire. Johnny was always there with the pups, making sure they didn’t get too close.

That night, almost by accident, Ailsa and Duncan slept on their own for the first time.

After their bedtime story, Johnny had slipped out to sleep in the living room (Simon would eventually admit that it was nice to have the mattress, even if it was a little small). He realized that he wasn’t sure how well they had put out the fire, so as carefully as he could, Simon scooted out of bed, leaving a slumbering pile of pups behind.

Johnny was not in the living room when he exited the bedroom, so he pushed out into the crisp chill of the spring evening. And there he stood, already checking the fire pit as Simon had meant to.

“Was coming out to check on that, but I see you’ve already got it handled,” he murmured, walking up next to him.

“One day, I’ll get you to believe you don’t have to do everything yourself,” Johnny teased, that smirk teasing at the edges of his mouth.

“And maybe one day I’ll believe it,” Simon whispered, a little more somber than Johnny had expected.

His face fell a bit. “It’s okay, I’ll just keep trying until you do.”

They were quiet together, letting the crickets and the occasional owl fill the silence instead. Johnny stood up from where he had crouched next to the fire pit. He slipped his hand into Simon’s and gave it a squeeze. A moment later, as if remembering himself, he pulled away.

“Ah, sorry. Keep forgetting wolves are touchier than humans,” he apologized, sheepish, averting his gaze.

Suddenly, Simon felt an overwhelming urgency to meet his eyes again. He reached out and took Johnny’s hand again.

“S’alright. I don’t mind the touch so much when it’s you.”

And there they were again, those wide blue eyes staring at him in surprise. They stayed that way, hand held tight between them, just looking at each other in the moonlight.

Hesitant to break the moment, Simon knew he had to get back. He tugged on Johnny’s hand and wordlessly, they walked back to the cabin together. They let go once they were inside, Johnny readying the mattress leaning against the living room wall, and Simon heading back to the bedroom.

What he found there made him stop in his tracks.

“Johnny!” he hissed as quietly as he could.

They made eye contact and Simon gestured him to come over. Together, they stared at Ailsa and Duncan, still sleeping peacefully.

“I think I’m going to sleep on the couch,” he whispered.

“I think you need to get that second bedroom finished as soon as you can,” Johnny joked.

They shared a smile between them, the look of tired, but proud parents.

Duncan and Ailsa sleeping on their own for the first time was not the only surprise that came. The next morning, Simon was awoken by a poke to his face.

“Johnny,” he grumbled, eyes still firmly shut. “Quit it.”

“Simon?” an unfamiliar voice spoke. “I’m hungry.”

That had him rocketing up, wide awake in an instant. Peeking at him over the side of the couch were two, very human looking children.

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novaisabookworm · 8 months

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Ⅵ. CHARACTER TAGS

(will add onto this list as needed! it is not exhaustive)

A. ♦Adolphine ♦Anastasius ♦Angelica ♦Aurelia B. ♦Benno ♦Bertilde ♦Bonifatius ♦Brigitte ♦Brunhilde C. ♦Charlotte ♦Clarissa ♦Corinna ♦Cornelius D. ♦Damuel ♦Deila ♦Detlinde ♦Dirk E. ♦Eckhart ♦Effa ♦Eglantine ♦Elvira F. ♦Ferdinand ♦Florencia ♦Fran ♦Freida ♦Fritz G. ♦Georgine ♦Gil ♦Gretia ♦Gunther ♦Gustav H. ♦Hannelore ♦Hartmut ♦Hildebrand ♦Hirschur ♦Hortensia I. ♦Ignaz ♦Isidore J. ♦Johann ♦Judithe ♦Justus K. ♦Kamil ♦Karstedt ♦Konrad L. ♦Lamprecht ♦Lasfam ♦Laurenz ♦Leberecht ♦Leise ♦Leonore ♦Lestilaut ♦Letizia ♦Lieseleta ♦Lutz ♦Linhardt M. ♦Mark ♦Marthe ♦Matthias ♦Melchior ♦Monika ♦Muriella ♦Myne N. ♦Nicola ♦Nikolaus ♦Nora ♦Norbert O. ♦Ortwin ♦Ottilie ♦Otto P. ♦Philine R. ♦Raimund ♦Ralph ♦Raublut ♦Rauffen ♦Rihyarda ♦Roderick ♦Rosina ♦Rozemyne ♦Rudiger S. ♦Schwartz ♦Shikikoza ♦Sigiswald ♦Solange ♦Stenluke ♦Sylvester T. ♦Traugott ♦Tuuli U. ♦Urano V ♦Veronica W. ♦Weiss ♦Wilfried ♦Wilma Z. ♦Zahm

Ⅶ. PAIRING TAGS

(will add onto this list as needed! it is not exhaustive)

♥Rozemyne/Lutz (or) ♥Myne/Lutz ♥Rozemyne/Wilfried ♥Rozemyne/Hartmut ♥Rozemyne/Lestilaut ♥Rozemyne/Ferdinand

#Navigation #honzuki no gekokujou #ascendance of a bookworm #AOAB #this is a work in progress for now

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 2 years

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Norbert Blüm (1935-2020) Physique: Average Build Height: 5' 5" (1.65 m)

Norbert Blüm was a German politician who served as a federal legislator from North Rhine-Westphalia, chairman of the CDU North Rhine-Westphalia, and Minister of Labour and Social Affairs. Blüm was the only cabinet member who served in his function for all sixteen years of Helmut Kohl's time as Chancellor of Germany. Blüm died in Bonn on 23 April 2020.

Blüm was a cute pocket daddybear who was married with three children. A shame about the last year or so of his life. After blood poisoning in 2019, Blüm became paralyzed in his arms and legs. Before that, I'd done him in a heartbeat. I bet he had a really nice round ass as well, and nice low hangers... What? Let me imagine things.

#Norbert Blüm #german politician #mydaddywiki #mydaddywiki politicians #politician

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angelofmusings · 9 months

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finally got around to watching nimona. first impression: the trans allegory is so so so textual. i saw that trans flag in the background you CANNOT convince me thats an accident ok. im so feral about the lighting design (the credits list 18 lead lighting artists!!! and an additional 21 shot lighting artists and 2 technical lighting artists!!!!). i literally cried at that one shot with the spotlight from the top right down to center on one person and the other person unlit in the left side of the frame bc Augh The Symbolism

anygays time to appreciate the lighting artists!

lead lighting artists: v balaji, george barbour, mathilde fleury-dufour, sabaribalaji harishankar, benoit lecailtel, suraj makhija, laszlo mandi, jacob mann, thenmanirajan paulpandian, r irwin prathap, sanjay rai, balaganesh s, debora sangermano, elisa sanguin, ragul sathyan s, murray truelove, khai tuck wong, jia zhang

shot lighting artists: afaque ahmed, sai avinash alam, pradeep kumar anand, sameer ansari, abhinaba basak, paul burton, sujeesh c, kane chang, julie chapelle, deepak omprakash chauhan, louise chevrier, valerie constant, arnabi daw, ivan de frias, paul deroche, ashokkumar devadiga, léo frison-roche, boyan georgiev, dixita ghosh, krishna reddy gujjula, gunderao m h, benjamin hattenberger, jakka harikrishna, bhavesh jat, dinetto jose, syed mohd junaid, ramisetty krishna, savadesh kumar, manoj kumar talanki, facundo lavenia, aditya more, valérie morel, nikhil rupesh namdev, noyal norbert, akula pavankumar, pavuluri srinivasa phanindra, daniel alberto santana pineda, naveen prabhu, manikanta rayavaram, vishal raj gaddam, grandhi venkata sai ram, kuppili neelima rani, thirumalasetty madhusudhan rao, basava sai krishna rayapureddy, nagapuri sanjay, diego sernande, suraj sunil shinde, sooraj sreedharan, abhishek g singh, conor smith, rohit srivastava, samiksha suvarna, matu talukdar, vishal ramesh tayade, thumati sai teja, sarath thomas, upinderjeet singh, guruprasad v, abhijith vazhayil, anim venkatesh, kunal yadav

technical lighting artists: evgenii golub, jayesh makwana

if you’ve made it this far, have some nachos! (hold the olives, he’s allergic.) can we take a moment to appreciate the absolutely gorgeous end credits (design by dneg animation). go watch the whole end credits btw it’s so worth it. 10/10 movie i was soooooo invested the whole entire time

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona netflix

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angiezidler205 · 3 months

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The Proposal

Rockbert Fanfic

Rocko paced around the living room while reading the script. Heffer, Filburt, Bev, Rachel, Doctor Hutchison, and Spunky were there watching as he paced. “Ok. L-Let me start from the top. N-Norbert Foster Beaver. We've k-know each other for so l-long it feels like t-time flew by. We've been t-through so much a-and still stayed by e-each other's side. I want to stay by y-yourside longer. S-So will you D-Do me the honor and M-Marry me?”, Rocko said as he read the script while feeling a bit flustered. He looked at everyone, “How was that?”. Everyone was there cringing a bit by his nervous pacing and how he stutters all the time. Yet they couldn't say that to the Wallaby. He's been nervous ever since he bought that engagement ring.

“It's Lovely sweetie but you gotta stop pacing and stuttering. You need to calm down ok? I'm sure he'll say yes!”, Bev said as she gave him a reassuring smile. Rocko nodded and looked at the script, “I feel like. I-I need to add more stuff into this!”. Heffer got up and patted his back while taking the script, “Come on Rocko you've already used all the paper you can find. You're literally using the back of the receipt from the pizza place.”. Rocko looked to notice that he was in fact using a receipt. He clutched his ears, “I just want this to be perfect! Norbert deserves the best proposal I can ever make! I want him to have more of a reason to say yes and no thought about saying No.”.

“Rocko, you told me last time that you accidentally proposed to him. He said yes sweetie!”, Bev said while everyone was surprised at this. Rocko then looked down, “Yes but.. That's when one of us is ready. I mean I'm more than ready! But.. I don't know if-”

“-He's ready Dag!”, Norbert said as he paced around the room. Daggett was sitting there watching his brother pacing around the room for a while. “I've had this engagement ring for almost a year already and I've been wanting to propose to him already! Yet everyone is telling me to let Rocko propose first. What if he isn't ready? What if he actually doesn't want to get married?”, Norbert said as he held onto the ring that had an engraving. Daggett rolled his eyes while he grabbed Norbert's shoulder, “Look Norb. Rocko loves you more than anything. Just be patient and who knows. Maybe it'll happen!”.

Norbert looked at him sadly, “But what if he doesn't propose? What can I do? I wanted to propose to him for years Dag but I've been trying so hard to wait until he feels ready!”. Daggett rolled his eyes and sat him down and placed the ring on the side, “Norbert. You and Rocko have been together for almost Nine Years. Those years you two grew closer and closer together. Everyone already called you two a married couple or husbands! Did Rocko disagree? No! He couldn't stop turning redder and redder!”.

Norbert remembered that day. Their family kept asking when they will marry and Rocko couldn't stop blushing up a storm. Their friends already claimed that they're married which made Rocko redder. Norbert sighed and nodded, “You're right. I just. I feel like he isn't ready but. I do remember that he accidentally proposed to me before. I said yes but only when we're ready.”. He remembered that day and how it made his heart sore. He wished that he knew what Rocko was thinking now. Yet he doesn't because he wanted to be surprised. Daggett on the other hand knew that Rocko planned on proposing today but can't tell his brother. He's been trying so hard not to spoil the surprise. Rocko has already gotten the ring and plans to propose today. Right now he's just waiting for Heffer to call and let them know when to get ready.

“Ok look Rocko you have only today to propose! You said you've been planning this for months already! Just go get ready and I'll let Dag know ok?”, Heffer said as he shook Rocko. Rocko nodded and Bev picked him up, “Now go shower that way once you're done I'll make you look nice and handsome!”. Rocko nodded and rushed upstairs to get ready. Everyone listened until the door shut and then huddled together. “Ok so once they get to the restaurant we gotta make everything super romantic. Set the mood when Rocko goes down on one knee, and then use all the confetti to celebrate Norbert saying yes!”, Filburt said as he held up the to do list. Everyine agreed and Heffer quickly ran to the phone and called Daggett.

“This is Daggett speaking.”, Daggett said on the other line.

“This is Heffer, get ready we'll be there around an hour!”, Heffer yelled before hanging up. He gave a thumbs up to everyone and they all got to work. Filburt and Doctor Hutchison left to get the supplies, Rachel called the restaurant early to make sure the table is set at the window with a better view, Heffer used the other phone to call every family member to get their seats situated and try not to make it seem like they're there to surprise the couple. Once everything is situated they heard the door open upstairs and Bev immediately ran up there to get Rocko ready. It's almost time.

Daggett just finished getting ready and waited downstairs for Heffer to arrive. Norbert looked at himself in the mirror nervously. He feels like he dressed too much and thought about wearing something else. He sighed and clutched his hair, “It's just an anniversary date. Rocko doesn't care what you wear! He'll always think you look beautiful and handsome in any outfit.”. He nodded to himself and stuck with the red suit and combed his hair a bit. He thought about styling it again but knowing Rocko, he'll definitely play with it and it'll become a mess again. He left it the way it was and rushed downstairs to wait with his brother. Rocko soon looked in the mirror to see his hair all styled like how Bev’s hair is. His outfit looked too flashy and colorful. “Hmmm I think we need a bit more color. Don't you think?”, Bev asked while looking at him. Rocko messed up the hair and hid his face in his hands, “I'm going on a date Mrs. Bighead not a catwalk stage to model! I just. Want to look nice for Norb. I.. I don't know!”. Bev nodded and patted his back, “Listen darling I know it's a huge step but you two have been together for years! How about this? I'll fix your hair again and you'll wear your usual green dress shirt.”.

Once the time came Rocko waited at the table with his hair all styled like Heffer's. He tried so hard not to think about the proposal by reading the menus. His mind flooded with the worst case scenario he hasn't noticed Norbert sitting in front of him. “Happy Anniversary Rocky Road!”, Norbert said, startling the poor Wallaby. Rocko slammed the menu down and smiled nervously, “H-Hi Norbert! H-Happy Anniversary!!”.

Norbert's eyes widened at the hairstyle and giggled at this. Rocko felt his face flush and Norbert went close to him, “Rocking the do honey, but I honestly preferred your usual style.”. Rocko smiled and messed his hair up a bit and put it to how he liked it. Norbert smiled lovingly and leaned on his hands, “That's better. The cutest Wallaby I ever seen.”. Rocko blushed more at this and noticed Heffer and Filburt dressed as waiters. They were coming towards them. His face paled a bit and he took Norbert's face and smiled, “Norbert honey. The love of my life. The beauty in every way.”. Norbert stared at him while his face flushed more red. Rocko continued, “I just need to uhhh. Keep staring into those beautiful amethyst eyes before-”.

“Thank you for choosing Chokey Chicken - I mean the fancy restaurant! I'm Heffer and I'll be your server today!”, Heffer said smiling. Norbert looked at him and then Filburt. He looked at Rocko confused and Rocko hid his face behind the menu. Filburt held up a bottle of wine, “Why not settle in for some refreshments?? We have red wine!”. Norbert was even more confused and tried not to chuckle. He held out his glass and let Filburt pour the wine in there, “Thanks Filburt and I guess Rocko and I will share a Spaghetti with some garlic rolls.”. The boys left and Norbert looked at Rocko amused, “Didn’t know your friends are working here Rocko.”. Rocko groaned and covered his head, “I didnt know either.”. Norbert was a little bit concerned for Rocko but ignored it and held his hand. Rocko looked up and noticed how Norbert smiled at him softly. He took a breather and intertwined their hands.

“Sorry Norbert I.. I'm just feeling a little bit nervous.”, Rocko confessed. Norbert tilted his head and rubbed his hand with his thumb, “Worried about what Rocko?”. Rocko looked at Norbert's hand and felt the urge to ask. He looked at Norbert and reached towards his pocket, “W-Worried about. What will h-happen in the future. W-With uhhh. I..”. Norbert tilted his head again and noticed him fumbling with something. Rocko looked at him in the eyes, “Norbert. I wanted to ask you-”.

“Hello Rocko! Fancy seeing you here and Norbert! Hello!”, Heffer's mom interrupted while holding her husband close. Rocko stared at them shocked and Norbert smiled nervously. “Hi uhhh Fancy seeing you here too!”, Norbert said as he waved a bit. Heffer's dad immediately noticed Rocko putting away the box and grabbed his wife, “Oh Look honey they got out table. Why don't we Leave Them Alone and let Rocko say Something!”. Heffer's mom immediately knew and looked at Rocko apologetically, “Oh I'm so sorry dear. I didn't noticed I uhh-”. Heffer dad took her away from them leaving a very confused Norbert and a frustrated Rocko. Norbert watched as they leave and looked at Rocko, “Ooookay. Uhhh. What were you going to say Rocko?”. Rocko looked at him and felt more nervous, “I-I was uhhh. G-going to ask if you-”.

“What is Rocko doing here! I thought it was a private date with Us Bev?!”, Ed interrupted while Bev ran towards him angrily. “It was a coincidence now get to your Seat you green buffoon! Sorry Rocko Ed had a rough day today. Oh Hi Norbert! You look fantastic!”, Bev said happily while pushing Ed away. Norbert smiled even more confused and waved at them, “Nice to see you too Bev. I like your dress!”. He looked at Rocko and noticed that he's getting more and more fustrated. “Rocko? Are you ok??”, Norbert asked concerned and Rocko immediately got in front of him. “Listen! I don't got time but I just wanted to say that! You are the most amazing beaver I ever met and nothing in this world will ever change that. You are the love of my life! The star in the sky! The one I want to spend the rest of my life with!”, Rocko said as quickly as he could.

Norbert stared at him and he began to smile wide. Hoping that what he's thinking is actually coming true! Rocko reached towards him pocket and Norbert's heart raced faster. Rocko then began to get down on one knee. Rocko felt his heart race and then.

“Dinner is Serve-Woah!!!”, Heffer cried out as he tripped on Rocko's foot. He slammed against the table making both the wine and the spaghetti fly. The spaghetti hit Filburt on the face, which made him scream in pain and tried to open the champagne fast. It popped and it got all over Norbert's face. Rocko panicked as he witnessed Norbert getting soaked and felt the wine fall on his head and the glass break beside him. Everyone got up in shock and ran towards them,

“I'm so sorry guys! I didn't mean to trip on Rocko's foot!”

“I didn't mean to soak you with champagne!!”

“Oh dear are you two alright!? Let me get the napkins!”

“I told you that beaver was gonna mess up!”

Rocko got up angrily, faced them, and yelled loudly, “Will You Stop Helping Me!?! I'm Trying to Propose Over Here and you all done Nothing But Interrupt and Ruin it!!!!!”. Everyone looked at him shocked and Rocko slapped his mouth shut. He looked at Norbert, who looked at him shocked, and felt his heart clenched. “N-Norbert I…”, Rocko tried to speak but noticed Norbert tearing up. He began to panic and held his head, “No No Norbert P-Please don't cry! I-I didn't mean to! I tried to make it nice but-”.

He heard a small laugh and looked up. Norbert was wiping his tears and he began to laugh more. He grew confused until he noticed Norbert holding a small box in front of him and his eyes widened. He began to tear up and looked at Norbert with hope. Norbert looked at him and nodded while smiling wide. Rocko laughed and hugged him tight. “Y-You’ve tried too!?”, Rocko asked excitedly. Norbert laughed and nodded while crying, “I-I wanted to w-wait until you're r-ready Rocko!”. Rocko kissed his sticky hair multiple times. He held onto his face and kissed all over it. Norbert laughed as Rocko smothered him with kisses. Rocko kissed his lips with more passion then got on one knee again. Not caring that everyone is recording them.

Rocko pulled out the box and opened it, “Norbert F-Foster Beaver.”. Norbert chuckled with a watery smile and opened his, “Rocko Wallaby R-Rama.”. They both laughed and looked into each other's eyes.

“W-Will you Marry me?”, They both said while laughing. They held onto each other and kissed. Everyone threw confetti at them and Daggett finally spoke up, “Man!! That was Nuts!!!”. Norbert laughed and felt the ring slip on his fingers. He smiled wide and put Rocko's ring on him. Rocko loved the ring and grabbed Norbert and spun him around happily. Everyone was cheering and watched as Rocko carried Norbert away bridal style. They looked confused but looked at the messy table. Heffer then pointed out, “I'm not paying for that!”.

Rocko barged inside his home kissing Norbert with so much passion. Norbert kissed back and tasted the red wine on his lips. They both rushed upstairs to the restroom and Norbert pinned Rocko to the door and made out with him. Rocko opened the door and they both fell on the floor. They laughed and got up to take a bath together. Once they finished and dried off, Rocko and Norbert cuddled in bed and admired their rings. “I can't believe we proposed on a bad moment.”, Rockosaid while chuckling. Norbert laughed, “The way Heffer flew with our food and landed on Filburt? I thought it was gonna be Dag dealing with this!”.

Rocko laughed harder, “I thought so too! But he was just hiding in the back with our family!”. Norbert laughed and then realized something. “Rocko.”

Rocko looked at him confused, “Yes honey?”. Norbert smiled, “We forgot to get food on the way back”. Rocko paused then they both got up to get some fast food.

#crackship #rocko's modern life #angry beavers #rockbert #headcanon

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phillipcole · 3 months

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The Late Show with Stephen Colbert part 2

Colbert: Welcome back. Now to explain why Madonna is not the last name on Phillip's sick list: Phillip and Cole's Variety Team.

PBC: Madonna is not the last person on Phillip's sick list. Each of us do have some criticism of the beloved and prolific entertainer. First of all, Phillip is too sick to leave home these days, but he did say the following:

Phillip: The most objectionable thing about Miss Ciccone was her first choice of a husband, a man who continues to show himself a poor representative of mankind.

PBC: Rupert, you're next.

Rupert: (On a projection screen) Cheerio, this is Phillip's cousin Rupert in England. I had no problem at all with Madonna. After all, compared to some of the singers in the UK she held herself in an almost respectable way. Then she married a British subject as her second husband and moved here. That put her into the same septic tank so many of our own singer bred in and she began to smell like them. Not only that, but she eventually divorced her British husband and didn't even move away! Folks, especially women all over the globe, if you marry an Englishman stay with him for life or move away!

Ford: Thank you Rupert. I'm Ford, a former judge in Tennessee and, as a judge in Tennessee I have no jurisdiction, nor do I have authority over persons accused of crimes in other jurisdictions. However without exception I can not watch any crime related movies without passing sentence according to the laws of Tennessee. On at least 2 occasions I have watched movies in which Madonna played characters who confessed to crimes. For those I have no choice but to sentence her in absentia to a period of not less than 3 years in prison in any Tennessee jurisdiction and I certainly do not approve of that.

Cole: (On the projection screen) I'm Cole from Tennessee, a cousin of Ford. I don't care much about crimes or who she marries. I figger I never had a chance. What bothers me about Madonna is her name. Hell, she ain't never been no parygon of virtue, and I don't know why the Catholics changed the name of the virgin Mary to Madonna. I ain't Catholic, so I figger that's their business. Still, a young slutty woman who goes into singin' can call herself anythin' she wants. Why mess up people by takin' a name that about half the world thinks is sumfin holy. If I go to see a concert with someone named Madonna I expect hymns and arias, not erotic gyratin'. So for about 30 years I was mad about that. Then I found out Madonna is the name her parents gave her! Now I'm even madder. Y'all's supposed to keep the name yer parents give yer, no matter how much yer hate it.

PBC: Thank you Cole. It's my turn now. My biggest objection to Madonna was the way she dressed, notably those ugly lopsided outfits in that first movie she did. I was a young man when she became famous and couldn't look at the screen because the clothes were such a turnoff, the complete opposite of the reason I wanted to see it in the first place. You're next, Brad.

Brad: (On the projection screen) I'm Brad, Cole's cousin and Ford's younger brother. I'm with ya Phil about the clothes, especially showin' off her bras all the time. She became famous just about the time gals in Tennessee started learnin' to go braless and boy did that send ever'thin in the wrong direction. Anyway my biggest problem with Madonna is her songs. We like ballads down here in the south, and even if she figgered she had to sing kinda fast on accounta the songs weren't any good she coulda found a way to make 'em into a little story. Did that feller open his heart? Who was that girl? Did she keep the baby? Come on, gal, tell us. It only takes one line!

Norbert: I guess I'm l-l-l-ast heh heh heh heh heh again heh heh. m-m-m-my-my-my-my p-p-p-pr-problem with Madonna, es-es-es-especially. wh-wh-wh-wh-when I was young heh heh heh heh heh heh is is-is-is that I have...as...as-asthma heh heh heh heh heh heh heh and -and-and wh-wh-when I s-saw her first vi-vi-videos I-I-I c-c-c-...heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh.

(Norbert falls down. Curtain closes.)

Colbert: we'll be right back.

#stephen colbert #madonna #britain

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