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It would be such a shame if the article that they tried to kill off got reblogged
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How’s Carrie gonna have another kid in the next hour???
#how tf we’re both of their kids so conveniently timed#like wtf#carrie symonds#Bo jo#boris johnson#uk politics
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Wait a second, Carrie kinda ate . . .
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From The Times of 6/8/22. During the Tory leadership contest neither Rishi Sunak nor Liz Truss address the many problems facing the UK. In the meantime Boris is on holiday...
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As biased and shameful reporting goes, this really is quite impressive.....
First there is the repeated use the phrase “SHAMED MP Margaret Ferrier” — as if they are trying to drive home the idea that what she did was terrible and wrong.
Language that, from what I remember, they have never used about Rishi Sunak (who broke the law), Carrie Symonds (who broke the law) and Boris Johnson (who broke the law, lied to Parliament, and is being investigated for breaking the law)
And language they have rarely used over other MPs.
But they use it repeatedly and persistently to attack this MP — this female MP I might add.
Secondly — the graph to show the swing from the SNP to Labour is very badly done.
The votes are colours red/yellow/blue etc (as you would expect — party colours) and yet the swing for Labour is blue — a colour most people associate with the Tories.
If you were to just glance at that, you might (if you were not paying attention) take it to read that the swing was to the Tory party, not Labour.
I would argue that is more than a little misleading.
Third — the turnout was just about half of the general election.
So the “winning candidate” who got “such a commanding victory” that “everyone is hailing as a glorious triumph” got 17,845 votes. Which is fewer votes than the Labour candidate got during the 2019 election (18, 545).
Which, to me, suggests that no one in this constituency gave a shit about this election — if you can win with fewer votes than it takes to get second place in the previous vote then really what does that say about the people who are voting and more to the point the people who are not voting?
The combined total of first and second place was only a shade over the number of votes Ms Ferrier got in total in the 2019 election.
Which again suggests that no one gave a shit about this election.
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The constituents know it is less than a year until the General Election.
They know that whichever fuckwhit gets into the seat is a caretaker — a seatwarmer. They are going to be there for eight, maybe nine months.
They are the substitute teacher of politics, and they damn well know it.
And yet the article is reporting it as if this is a GLORIOUS DAY FOR ENGLISH POLITICS — those DAMNED INDEPENDENTISTS HAVE BEEN CRUSHED BENEATH THE HEAL OF THE GOOD DECENT ENGLISH PARTY.
It’s fucking ridiculous, and the bias throughout the article is not something you expect from an allegedly independent news source.
#sky news#margaret ferrier#rishi sunak#boris johnson#carrie symonds#snp#tory#labour#2023#2019#general election#caretaker mp#substitute teacher#turnout
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Jennifer Arcuri Boris Johnson is a journalist, author and former fashion editor in New York City. In this article, she talks about the pros of using freelance copywriters for your business which are speed, quality, and global reach. She also talks about the cons to using freelance copywriters including that you can’t always get what you want.
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#carrie johnson#carrie symonds#jennifer arcuri boris johnson gmb#marina wheeler#who is the father of jennifer arcuri baby
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Long May He Reign, Pt. II
Tywin Lannister x Targaryen!Reader
Summary: The Hand of the King spends years vying for the princess's affections. Only fate would have it that the two cannot be. As Aerys Targaryen II slowly descends into madness, can their love survive his instability and the war to come?
Warnings: General Game of Thrones violence later on, death and stuff, shitty characterizations, eh age differences, Ser Barristan being a lovely darling ✨
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“And what does our Master of Laws have to contribute to this discussion?” Tywin leaned back in his chair, seated at the head of the small council’s table.
Symond Staunton had been valiantly listening to the conversation, almost to the point of his interest being overwhelming. He squinted, drawing his bushy brows together as his slitted eyes scanned over the scroll of notes he had brought with him. A single finger raked over the paper; the tip of his uncut nail made a scratchy sound that had the princess cringing from her usual perch in the corner of the room.
Just because her father had become a recluse did not mean that she would stop fulfilling her assigned duties. She still attended lessons with her septa though they often proved to be useless nowadays, she attended court daily in the gallery, and she took strolls about the gardens to mingle with the other women. But of all her daily activities, she particularly enjoyed the start of the week the most. Whereas she used to dread council meetings, she now enjoyed them. With Lord Tywin leading the charge, discussion ended faster and afterward she would always be swept away to dine with him in the Tower of the Hand.
“Osbert has been found to have been adding sawdust to his bread again.”
Tywin drummed his fingers on the table and chewed at the inside of his mouth. “Ser Gerold, have your men confiscate all of Osbert’s baked goods and distribute them in Flea Bottom. Prohibit his sales for the next week and,” his cheeks hollowed as he suctioned his tongue to the back of his teeth, “fine him. 5 silver stags.”
“My Lord, would a fine as such be enough to deter others from committing the same crime?” Lord Qarlton, the Master of Coin, added.
“For a baker? Yes.” Tywin tapped the edge of his glass in thought, unrealizing that he had just inadvertently summoned the princess as she came to his side and refilled his goblet. He turned his head at the movement, having to conceal the smile that puckered his lips as he watched her walk away. “Ser Gerold, your report?”
From his spot at the edge of the table, standing as he always did, Ser Gerold stepped forward. “Dungeons are full. One of the crows is coming down from the Wall in the coming week to have his pick.”
“And the rest of them?”
“They’ll face the king.”
Tywin nodded, along with the rest of the table, knowing exactly what was going to happen to the men who were not chosen for the watch. “Have a second cart of supplies readied. There is always a need for more men at the Wall.”
The rest of the meeting carried on, lasting about another hour in duration before the men grew tired and prepared to leave to attend to the other activities on their plates. Once again the room cleared, leaving Tywin alone with the princess who tidied the table and stacked dishes for the maids to get later.
“Sawdust in bread.” The princess contemplated, listening as Tywin shuffled his papers. “I’ve never heard of that before.”
A quick exhale passed by his nose. She truly was a princess. “During a long winter, the people need to keep their stomachs full.”
“It must taste dreadful.” Finalizing her work, she turned to face Tywin. Her hands rested on the table behind her, propping herself leisurely against it. Today she wore a fine dress of another thick material. It was stiffer than what she normally dressed in, but the style suited her. The neckline was delicate against her soft skin, framing her chest in a portrait style. Belled sleeves hung loosely at her wrists, framed with an intricate embroidery of golden thread.
“It doesn’t add much to the taste.”
“Then why is it a crime?”
Tywin was looking more kingly as the days went on. It almost seemed like he had grown a few inches. Perhaps his renewed presence on the throne was the contributing matter. He was fit for the throne and the princess did not mind that he was the silent ruler of Westeros. Giving his stack of papers a final pat, he raised his head and took in the sight before him.
She had changed quite a bit over the past year since their first kiss. While still dutiful and perfect as could be, she had a new spark inside her. A subtle mischevy brewed in her soul that bubbled more and more each day. Rhaegar was definitely one of the reasons she was opening up more. He encouraged her to mingle with the women who walked the Red Keep on a daily basis and she did. But the main factor for her change was standing before her - Tywin Lannister.
“Principle.” Crossing the room to stand in front of her, his hand moved on instinct brushing a stray hair away from her face. “If we allow the common baker to slight the people, what will stop the people from slighting us?”
The doorway had been closed behind the last exiting member, but it did not put any ease on her racing heart. Every moment they shared in such close proximity, she feared that her father would come barreling into the room and call for their executions. Yet, she couldn’t resist the concentrated allure that drew her to him. “Such a brilliant mind for politics.” Combing her fingers through his slicked hair, she allowed her hand to find a resting place on the nape of his neck. “Why is it that you aren’t the king?”
They both knew the answer.
“A Targaryen male will always sit the throne over the united Kingdom’s.” His own hands had moved. One rested on her cheek. The other was placed on her arm, gently cradling it in her hold. “You need watch your words, Princess. Illyn Payne lost his tongue for similar vocalizations.”
“I know, but that is why I spoke it only to you.” She sighed, relaxing into his grasp. “The realm prospers under your oversight. That is not something that anyone denies.”
“Indeed,” he rubbed his thumb over the apple of her cheek, “it is, and someday your brother will sit the throne.”
“I’m well aware.”
“It was speculated that he would rise to power during your father’s stint in Duskendale. He will be a good king. When he does take his rightful place,” Tywin pushed her chin upward to lock their eyes, “where do you plan to be? If you speak against your father, it will only end in an early grave.”
“My plan…” The princess got lost in the sparkling emeralds of his gaze, practically drowning in the jeweling sea that flickered through his eyes. The two had often shared moments as such after their first. Rhaegar had been the only to know until recently when the princess tasked Ser Barristan with ensuring nobody searched for her in her chambers one evening. She trusted that they would not tell another living soul. “Perhaps, I’ll be at Casterly Rock?”
“Casterly Rock?” Tywin repeated with a knowing look. “What business would you have there?”
She pressed forward, standing on her toes to brush her nose against his. Her long lashes fluttered shut as a smile spread across her lips. “The business of being your wife.” Their lips met for a short kiss, relishing in one another’s touch. Pulling backward, Tywin could not help the smile that tugged at either side of his lips. “Would you like that?” Her tone was wishful and full of an unbridled hope that everyone held while they were young.
Tywin, having lived twenty one years longer than her, knew how the world worked. He knew that marriages of love were often only for the poor and downtrodden. Princesses and princes were to wed in arranged matches that usually led to both parties being unhappy. In his earlier years, he was lucky. He had wed his dearest, Joanna, only to have her torn away from him with the birth of his youngest. Before, it could be said that he was naive enough to believe that a pleasurable life was something within everyone’s grasp. The tunnel did have another side that brought light and cheer.
Now, though, he wasn’t sure. The world was cruel and unforgiving. Wars led to atrocities and atrocities led to war. Love would not last forever. The princess he truly cared for would be married off, sent away, and never to be seen again. He would lose another woman, and the hardest part would be that she would still be living. As much as he longed for Joanna, there was no place on the horizon for her return. If he were to lose (Y/n), she would still be out there. She would be with another man in his bed, in his arms, under his cloak of protection, and he wasn’t sure if he could live with that.
But for now, he would live with what he could have.
The beautiful princess of Westeros.
“I would.”
~~~*~~~
“No, Ser Barristan, it isn’t like that.”
The princess walked the gardens with her trusted knight. He held no particular feelings toward Tywin outside of the realm of respect. Both men had made good names for themselves and held high reputations for their respective works. Being in close proximity in age, they had known of one another for years, and would likely continue knowing one another for many more.
“He’s courting you, princess.” Ser Barristan noted, looking down at the girl he had always seen as a daughter.
“Perhaps, have you considered the notion that I want him to court me?” She said coquettishly, gripping at the front of her skirts as she swayed them back and forth.
The moon had risen some hours ago, casting the castle into dusk as the servants ran from torch to torch, lighting the outer walls with flames. She liked these times and often strolled through the gardens when the night was deep. Ser Barristan had taken to joining her, only finding out about her habit in the past months. He had nearly choked when he learned that she had been doing it for years.
“He is my age, princess. There are many younger that vye for your hand.” The moonlight danced across the shadows of his white cape, painting it in an arctic blue haze. “Mace Tyrell is your age, Lord of Highgarden. He would make a good match.”
“You and I both know that Mace Tyrell isn’t my type. He sent for my hand years ago and my father denied it just as he denied Brandon Stark, Robert Baratheon, and Jaime Lannister. All the children of the current lords are too young. I’ve got my eyes set on one man, and I intend on having him.
“You’ve grown bold.” He kicked his boots at the dirt, focusing on a particular rock that he had been keeping in front of his foot for the duration of their walk.
She exhaled, finding humor in his words. “Bold only to a select few… I don’t want an arranged marriage, I want a marriage of love.”
“You love him? Lord Tywin?”
Thinking for a moment, she stopped in her tracks and looked over the garden of flowering spring bushes. Even in the night, the garden glowed with an ethereal mist that exploded in a burst of whimsy. The plush petals of the gardenia flowers appeared in a powdery blue hue, pairing beautifully to the rose-pink azalea bushes that sprouted from the beds. As the spring-time vegetation grew, so did her heart. Never asking for anything she wanted, she had denied herself of her own wishes for many years. Walking the straight and narrow was simple whenever Tywin wasn’t involved, but the moment he made his presence clear to her she stumbled and couldn’t regain her footing. Thoughts of him jumbled in her mind, pushing all her past ideas and visions away to make room for the intense infatuation she held for the Lord Hand.
“I do.”
~~~*~~~
Another month carried on with the same form starting at dawn and ending at dusk. The population of King's Landing and the surrounding lands came to the Red Keep seeking an audience with Aerys II. Only, instead of the king, they would find Tywin Lannister sitting the throne. Not that the people complained. Tywin ran Westeros with a tight watch, he reigned in any defiance and kept things running neatly.
On the few occasions when king Aerys did emerge from his chambers, it would be to oversee the execution of thieves with the plethora of wildfire he had the pyromancers crafting day and night. His descent into madness was palpable, the speedy fall from his peak was noted by nobles and commoners alike. It was especially felt by his two children. In a year, they had seen their father go from a somewhat irritable man who had his good days and bad to a man who did not trust even his own kin enough to stand in his presence without a kingsguard to protect him.
Nine months after his return from Duskendale, Viserys Targaryen III was born. A healthy baby with rotund and soft features was brought into this world. The kingdom rejoiced, as he had been the first child to live through the night since Rhaegar was born nearly eight years prior. Celebrations were held and the news of a tournament fated to be held at Lannisport was on the ears of anyone that would listen. Most excited was Rhaegar, who was the shining star of the Targaryen household, the Dragon of Westeros and far beyond. He was rarely bested at tourneys and lived for the cheer and roars from the masses.
“You should go.” Rhaegar suggested as if it were that plain and simple. From the pocket of his silken tunic, he revealed a small scroll of parchment. “Your valiant Lord Tywin extended his invitation to the entire family.”
“Father won’t let me go, you know that.” She unraveled the paper, eyes falling upon the elegant ink that glided across the page. “The most I have been outside of the Red Keep was when we left for the evening and you pranced about in the streets.”
“It is called ‘fun,’ sister.” Rhaegar defended, snatching the scroll back in the most dramatic fashion. Tywin had been visiting home when Viserys was born and given the invitation he had sent, he intended on staying there until the event had passed. “You could still go.” When his sister gawked back at him with stricken features, he gave a wide smile and mimicked her expression. “What? Father never comes from his chambers. Do you believe he will attend? We can leave at dusk tonight and arrive at Casterly Rock in twenty days… likely less. Ser Barristan and Ser Arthur are attending, they are preparing the horses now.”
“I don’t know how to ride.”
“Then you can ride with me.”
The cooling air of the spring night breezed through their silver manes, flowing in a cloud of white as they rode past the gates and onto the Gold Road that span through the raging rapids of Blackwater Rush. New strange lands laid beyond the walls of Kings Landing. The air was lighter, not weighted heavily by the musk of a bustling city. She was taken by how foreign everything was. Bright city lights turned to the moon as it was the only thing providing guidance on their journey. She held tightly onto her brother’s waist, arms locked at his midsection on the front of his shirt. He particularly enjoyed bucking his horse or riding over rough patches, laughing heartily when she would slap at his shoulders and demand he stop acting like a fool.
They camped along the waters of the rush for a few days. Each man found a different amusement in the way the Princess was entirely in awe and wholly disgusted by the sheer uncleanliness that comes with a journey such as this. She cringed at the squish of her shoes as Rhaegar assisted her in her dismount. The mud on the ground soaked into the hem of her dress.
“Rhaegar.” She complained in an exhausted tone, quickly bunching the fabric in her hands as she raised it above her ankles.
“I told you to wear pants, sweet sister.” He sang in a musical tone. “But alas, it would be a crime for a lady such as yourself to be seen in such manly clothing.”
“Ser Arthur.” Calling out to the young knight who was guiding the horses to water. “Beat my brother in the tourney, would you?”
Ser Arthur scratched at the scruff of his jawline and nodded with an adolescent grin, “as my lady wishes.”
She slept uncomfortably on a bed roll brought only for her as Rhaegar anticipated her discontent with their traveling conditions. In the morning, they rode again. A week passed with the same routine. Only the landscape changed, shooting into mountains that burst from the grounds and caged in the settlements that relished the protection they provided. They stopped for a night at the Deep Den, seat of House Lydden, to refresh themselves and prepare for the final stretch of their travels.
Princess (Y/n) relaxed in the comfort of her first hot bath since the journey’s start, enjoying the steaming water as it wisped away the soreness in her legs from their relentless riding. Rose and lavender fragranced the air, washing away the earth that clung to her body. Their first temperate meal was a beef roast cooked in red wine and vinegar. Peppery arugula seeds worked together with a healthy dose of ginger to spice the dish, contrasted by the warmth of cinnamon and nutmeg. Everything was served on a bed of wild rice, seasoned with lemon and salt.
The evening of luxury quickly came to an end as the group retired for bed, woke in the morning, and raced for the foothills of Lannisport. At the first sight of the magnificent rock that soared into the air, Rhaegar slowed his pace and pointed with a gloved finger. “That’s Casterly Rock.” He announced, watching as his sister’s eyes lit up in anticipation. It was a powerful display compared to the bustling city below. White stones increased the height of the castle, carving its way into the sky and heavens above. The sunlight of a new day blinded them, leaving the great build in a blazing glory.
At the gates of the city, the group was greeted by men wearing the haloed helms of the Lannister army. Crimson capes hung from their shoulders, cascading down past the red steel breastplates and lion stamped armor. Paraded through the city center toward Casterly Rock, the princess did not bother to strap the false composure to her face. Instead, her curious eyes met those of the onlookers. She smiled at a group of children who beamed back at her, immediately running away to tell their parents that they had seen the princess.
Upon arriving in the grand courtyard of Casterly Rock, the group dismounted their steeds and watched as various stablehands ushered them away. Standing at the resplendent doors to his home, Lord Tywin Lannister stood with his sons and daughter. Immediately, she recognized them as Jaime, Tyrion, and Cersei. The twins were just five and ten at the time. Cersei’s hardened features were already beginning to show in the height of her cheekbones and softness in her golden hair. Jaime was the tallest of them all, and the pride of the Lannister household. He served as a squire to Lord Sumner of House Crakehall, but was called back to attend the event. Lastly was Tyrion. He was notoriously shorter than the rest of his family. Disliked heavily by his sister and father, he remained a relatively quiet boy. At one and ten, he spent the majority of his time reading and studying the rich history of Westeros.
The patriarch of the family took long strides with his hands locked behind his back. His chest puffed in a display of pride as he approached the two royals. Nothing was different about the Tywin that stood before them now and the Tywin who strolled about the halls of the Red Keep. He held his same dignified look as always. Only now they were on his territory and he ruled.
“Prince Rhaegar.” He greeted with the polite nod of his head. “Princess (Y/n).” His surprise was undetectable, but ever present. The princess was rarely allowed in the public eye. In truth, he had not expected her to attend. “Welcome.”
Rhaegar and Ser Arthur were fast to leave after being dismissed, wanting to explore the grounds. Ser Barristan stayed with the princess, pleased to walk at her rear as Tywin guided her throughout the halls. Her hand was placed gently on Tywin’s arm, his other covered hers, warming her to the touch. With the king’s apprehension to attend the tournament, Tywin had the chambers changed to accommodate the princess. Handmaidens rushed through the halls with full arms as they changed out the sheets and left gifts to please a young maiden.
“We did not expect you to attend, Princess.” Tywin stopped at a terraced walkway. Pillars of limestone held up the arched roof. Scalloped carvings were etched into the retaining wall. “I must ask,” he looked out upon the harbor that was filled with ships. “Would it be presumptuous to assume your presence here today is out of the realm of your father’s knowledge?”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, caught in an act of defiance. “I…” She stuttered, unable to hold her focus on anything in particular.
“It is merely a question.” His voice lightened as he let out a quick exhale in amusement. “I have no plans to return you home until the tournament’s end.”
Once her room was prepared, he bid her farewell until the evening feast. The room was lavish to say the least. A large bed sat at the back of the room, a golden divider decorated with a large dancing lion separated the two spaces. Beyond that was a balcony that stretched from the back of the room to the front where another door led outside. The floors were marbled with white stone and gold, covered with detailed rugs from merchants and craftsmen in Essos. A table suited for four was surrounded with chairs. Atop it was a silver tray containing pitchers of wine and water, and a bowl of fresh fruits. The bath was equipped with water that flowed in from a viaduct, heated as it moved through the castle by the warming of wood beneath its stone plates. Exquisite oils were set delicately on the edge of the bath, all contained in varying sized and shaped vials.
A knock at the door was answered by Ser Barristan who opened it to find a young woman with a rich dress draped over her extended arms. “For the princess.” He moved aside to allow her in.
When the dress was laid out upon the bed, she could see how luxurious the fabric and fit were. The burgundy neckline plunged to her upper breastbone. From the shoulders a sheer cape fell to the floor where it was bordered in extravagant gemstones and gold. The bodice of the dress was painstakingly covered in an intricate lace that matched that of the chiffon material. Within the designs were small jewels of diamond and ruby. “From Lord Tywin. He asked that you wear it for tonight’s feast.” Ser Barristan excused himself from the room as the handmaiden drew the princess a bath and assisted her in dressing in the garment.
The feast was extravagant but still fairly conservative for a noble event. Roast meats, stewed vegetables, fresh bread, every dessert imaginable, and a fine selection of wines and ales were served. Rhaegar gleefully toasted to the birth of his newest brother, joined jovially by the crowd of men and women who had ventured from their homes to bear witness to the tourney. As the guests of honor, the princess (Y/n) and prince Rhaegar were seated at the head of the table, centered perfectly with Tywin on one side of the young woman and Rhaegar on the other.
Concluding the meal and turning everyone out for the evening, Tywin raised his glass, bringing with it a wishing of good fortune to the king and his many years of ruling to come. “Princess (Y/n).” The man to her side rested his hand over the curvature of her arm.
“Lord Tywin.” She nodded back to him, having acknowledged him many times over the course of their meal. “This was a lovely welcome to Casterly Rock. My journey was well worth it.”
“Your journey was full of complaints, dear sister.” Rhaegar noted, practically leaning into her lap as he hung himself over the arm of his chair.
She rolled her eyes, pushing at his head as she plucked his goblet from his hand. “Perhaps it is time you took your leave.” It was not a suggestion, but a demand and Rhaegar knew it. While only three years apart in age, he often took the role of an older sibling. Seen as the heir to the Iron Throne, he was immediately thrust into a position of power and oversight. But on occasion, he would listen to his sister’s wishes and do as told.
“Perhaps it is.” Rhaegar sat to his full height and finished off his wine. “Lord Tywin.” He nodded. “I thank you for the grand welcome. I hope to not disappoint in the joust.”
“I cannot recall a time when anyone was disappointed with your performance.” Tywin answered, watching as the crowned prince let out a loud laugh, nodded to him and made his exit, followed by Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan. His head scanned around the room for another second. First focusing on Cersei whose heart had been stolen by the crowned prince; she followed after him, assuming nobody to be watching. Jaime was being entertained by Genna who looked to be annoying the boy as he cringed when her fingers pinched at his ear. Tyrion was missing, likely buried in a book somewhere. Applying the slightest bit of pressure to her arm, Tywin rejoined the conversation and looked to the woman at his side. “Would you be opposed to excusing ourselves for an evening stroll?”
“I’m still growing used to crowds.” She smiled. “I would love to get away for a moment.”
~~~*~~~
“An intense guilt fills me for even entertaining the thought, but I think I like Casterly Rock more than the Red Keep.” The princess shared her thoughts freely as the two walked in step with one another. She felt more relaxed, unfearing of any watchful eyes. Tywin’s home was more protected, closed off to the public in all areas. Only the nobles walked the grounds, and many of them actively avoided passing them by out of courtesy.
“Upkeep of the Rock is a daunting task.”
“You’ve done a lovely job, Lord Tywin.” They passed by the landing they had spoken on earlier in the day, stopping again to look down upon the city and port. “I only wish that I had been able to see it sooner.”
He swiped his tongue across the back of his teeth and retained his grip of her arm in his. “Lannisport is one of our great cities.” The flickering of fires that illuminated the streets reflected off of the swaying water. “I see no reason as to why you shouldn’t be able to see it.”
“Someone has eyes for the opposition.” She chided. “That is why I’m known as the realm’s hag.”
At the mention of it, he turned to examine her features, but he found no profound disgust. It was almost as if she believed their harsh words. Years of domestic exile within the confines of her porcelain cage had worn on her morale, and hearing the women of King’s Landing speak so freely about her assisted in its downfall.
“You are the most beautiful woman in the realm. The title of ‘hag’ is not befitting of a princess.”
“But if it is true…?”
Ser Barristan hovered behind them, trying his best to not notice the way Tywin’s fingers tightened around hers in their rather intimate stance. Tywin was ever-aware of the knight’s presence behind him, but there was one thing that united the two - the princess’s happiness. So, even as Tywin stood too close and locked her arm in his, Ser Barristan did not dare to separate them. He instead turned a blind eye, suddenly finding the marble flooring in the corridors more exciting than anything that was happening behind him.
“We needn’t concern ourselves with the opinions of the common people.” Tywin noted Ser Barristan’s back to them and brought his hand up to cup her cheek. “We only need concern ourselves with ourselves.” He drew himself close. “You are the most beautiful woman in the realm. Any man would fall on their swords to be by your side.” Hushing his voice, he practically whispered. “But it is I who gets that privilege.”
He pressed a thoughtful kiss to her cheek and sent waves of thrill down the princess’s spine as his hand softly touched her jaw and rested finally on the side of her neck. She stared up at him with the youthful doe-eyed look that captivated him at the start. Dancing purples and lilacs sung beautiful melodies to his vibrant greens, waltzing together in a complimentary fashion as they flowed amongst the midnight stars.
She was taken by him. Every ounce of him. He was the perfect lord in her eyes, a wonder of magnificence and regality that she bathed in each time they could steal a moment together. There was no doubt in her heart. Lord Tywin Lannister was the man she wanted.
Breaking the silence of their wordless conversation, Tywin spoke. “Tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow morning?” She repeated.
“Before the tournament’s opening ceremony. I will come personally to collect you.”
Her evening was filled only with the intense thought of Tywin. The bed chambers she slept in were comfortably plush, filled with fabrics befitting of a princess that bunched cozily around her body. She laid upon her mattress with eyes wider than the moon. A soft sleep befell the Rock, drawing those who still wandered the grounds to bid their company farewell in favor of their sheets. Yet, she remained awake. Her mind wandered the halls, flowing freely about the beautifully bleached stones.
There were so many mysteries with Casterly Rock. She had lived in the Red Keep her entire life, never once resting anywhere except for within its suffocating walls. Now, she had slept under the stars, in a smaller Lord’s home, and in the fantastic chambers of Tywin’s residence. The puffy and arid comforter hugged her body, molding to the curves and edges that peaked and valleyed along the lines in her figure.
Rest did not come easy to the princess that night. For she was too busy theorizing what would happen when morning came.
Eventually, she found herself fast asleep, dreaming of nothing in particular but far more comfortable than she had ever been in her own room.
~~~*~~~
A knock at the door broke her shaky gaze in the bright mirrored glass, bringing her focus behind her where a voice resonated through the door. “My lady, Lord Tywin Lannister.” A guard positioned outside announced.
Smoothing down the front of her dress that had also been provided by the Lannister household, she replied. “He may enter.”
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Do you have any nonfiction that you would recommend if someone was interested in the US Navy/military?
im probably not the right person to ask this bc most of my military knowledge hyperfixation is centered on the ARMY in the American Revolutionary War & World War II. It’s only pretty recently that i got into modern warfare as a topic, so let me just give some indiscriminate recs
Can’t go wrong with David McCullough‘s 1776, which is a great overview of the first year of the revolutionary war + the extremely fraught politics of trying to start a new nation’s military—really illustrates where a bunch of lingering schools of thought in our military originated from.
Another David McCullough shout-out: his The Wright Brothers is an excellent book about the origins of flight, AND it was the book right next to the picture of Ice and Maverick shaking hands on Ice’s bookshelf in TGM. So we know ice has read that one. I think you can’t go wrong at all with any David McCullough. I own like 5-6 of his books and he hasn’t missed once. (His best is John Adams but that’s not mil related)
Ron chernows biography of Washington goes into his military background (7 years' war) a whole bunch, and kind of elucidates how truly fortunate we were to have our nation’s first leader be a military man who really kinda didn’t want to be there. Some really good takes on leadership. Just beware that chernow does have a reputation in the history community for just makin shit up sometimes. If it sounds too cute/quaint to be true, it really might be.
u may be tempted: DO NOT read Brian kilmeade's Thomas Jefferson & the Tripoli Pirates, one of the few navy NF books I've read. I read it b4 I even knew who kilmeade was--didn't matter. it fucking sucks. he uses like 7 sources in the whole book.
Stephen E. Ambrose's Citizen Soldiers is a great WWII NF book about that generation of infantrymen.
The one big Navy NF book I've read recently is (not to brag but my personally signed copy of) Craig symonds' new biography of admiral Chester Nimitz, who was COMPACFLT during WWII's war in the pacific. I got a SHIT ton of professional characterization for Ice from Nimitz' life and this book--Nimitz also worked 18 hour days, was also separated from the love of his life for long periods of time in Hawaii, was also probably acutely depressed, etc.
okay: THOMAS E. RICKS. The Generals is SUCH a good book. Army leadership from WWII up through Iraq and Afghanistan. Focusing on how the Army used to relieve (fire) commissioned officers who couldn't hack it, and that's a huge part of why we won WWII, but somewhere between WWII and Korea, being fired started being super shameful (macarthur's fault if I'm reading it correctly) so mediocre officers didn't get fired and that's why the army has suffered shit leadership in every war since WWII. It's a HUGE thesis that he backs up so well. Would so recommend. I'm also currently reading his FIASCO about the fuck-up of Iraq. Also incredible so far.
Michael O'Hanlon's Military History for the Modern Strategist-- a post Civil War survey of military strategy on the campaign/operational level. Might be a good introduction to US military history, just giving a pretty broad overview of post-CW warfare, so that way you don't pick up a random book about the Korean War and go "wait what was the Chosin campaign again?" Interestingly written and I got to meet him and he wrote "wishing you the best" in my book after I told him I wanted to steal his job at Brookings someday, so admittedly I'm biased.
Lawrence Wright's The Terror Years: From Al-Qaeda to the Islamic State is not strictly military related, but it is one of the best-written and most illuminating nonfiction books I've ever read and I cannot recommend it enough.
For war fiction, my taste is v mainstream: Pat Barker's Regeneration trilogy, Tim O'Brien's Going After Cacciato (imo better than the things they carried), Ahmed Saadawi's Frankenstein in Baghdad, Kevin Powers' The Yellow Birds, Cannot Miss Erich Maria Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front if you haven't read it, Hassan Blasim's The Corpse Exhibition: And Other Stories of Iraq... For specifically Naval lit: Run Silent, Run Deep is a pretty good classic, and this summer I read the 600-page behemoth The Caine Mutiny, which is about specifically WWII-era naval law... it's a brick. But it won a pulitzer and it's...passable. Kind of interesting at least.
#really can't recommend Lawrence wright Thomas ricks or David McCullough enough. just really well written stuff#otherwise I just read mil/defense news and google everything I don't know#pat barker >>>> regeneration isn't like... gay... but it is definitely gay. I think 2/3 books of the trilogy start out with soldiers fuckin#not top gun#military history#general aviation#book rec#i have no real life marketable skills but i do read a lot 👍
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Actor Chance Perdomo, Star of "Gen V" and "Chilling Adventures of Sabrina," has Died After a Motorcycle Accident, his family and representatives said. He was 27 years old.
"His passion for the arts and insatiable appetite for life was felt by all who knew him, and his warmth will carry on in those who he loved dearest," the statement said, adding: "We ask to please respect the family's wish for privacy as they mourn the loss of their beloved son and brother."
Chance Perdomo, who starred in the television series “Gen V” and “Chilling Adventures of Sabrina,” has died as a result of a motorcycle accident. He was 27.
Perdomo’s publicist confirmed the British-American actor’s death Saturday in a statement to Variety: “It is with heavy hearts that we share the news of Chance Perdomo’s untimely passing as a result of a motorcycle accident. Authorities have advised that no other individuals were involved. His passion for the arts and insatiable appetite for life was felt by all who knew him, and his warmth will carry on in those who he loved dearest. We ask to please respect the family’s wish for privacy as they mourn the loss of their beloved son and brother.”
Variety is awaiting response from Perdomo’s publicist regarding the location of his death. Representatives for the Los Angeles Police Department were unable to confirm if Perdomo’s death occurred in Los Angeles when reached by Variety Saturday. The LA coroner’s office did not immediately respond to request for comment.
Perdomo was known for his roles as Ambrose Spellman in Netflix’s “Chilling Adventures of Sabrina” and Andre Anderson in “The Boys” spinoff series “Gen V.”
“We can’t quite wrap our heads around this. For those of us who knew him and worked with him, Chance was always charming and smiling, an enthusiastic force of nature, an incredibly talented performer, and more than anything else, just a very kind, lovely person,” the “Gen V” producers said in a joint statement. “Even writing about him in the past tense doesn’t make sense. We are so sorry for Chance’s family, and we are grieving the loss of our friend and colleague. Hug your loved ones tonight.”
Perdomo was born on Oct. 19, 1996, in Los Angeles, Calif. As a child, he moved with his mother to Southampton in the county of Hampshire, England, where he attended Redbridge Community School before going to Peter Symonds College in Winchester. Perdomo intended to study Law, but instead moved to London to pursue acting; he joined the National Youth Theatre and trained at Identity School of Acting.
Perdomo appeared in several television shows and short films before he was cast as a series regular in “Chilling Adventures of Sabrina,” also starring Kiernan Shipka, Ross Lynch and Jaz Sinclair. He played Ambrose Spellman for four seasons from 2018 to 2020. Perdomo also starred as Jerome Rogers in the 2018 TV movie “Killed by My Debt,” which earned him a BAFTA nomination for best actor in a leading role.
In the Prime Video series “Gen V,” Perdomo played Andre Anderson, a student at Godolkin University who harnesses magnetic manipulation abilities. Production on the second season has been delayed indefinitely following Perdomo’s death.
On the film side, Perdomo worked on the “After” series, led by Josephine Langford and Hero Fiennes Tiffin. He portrayed Landon Gibson in “After We Fell” (2021), “After Ever Happy” (2022) and “After Everything” (2023)
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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY
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1884 – Born: James Elroy Flecker (d.1915); English poet, novelist and playwright. Born in London, and educated at Dean Close School, Cheltenham, where his father was headmaster, and Uppingham School, he studied at Trinity College, Oxford, and Caius College, Cambridge. While at Oxford he was greatly influenced by the last flowering of the Aesthetic movement there, under John Addington Symonds.
He died of tuberculosis in Davos, Switzerland. His death at the age of thirty was described at the time as "unquestionably the greatest premature loss that English literature has suffered since the death of Keats".
His Collected Poems (1916) were published the year after he died at age 30. His poetry shares one trait in common with that of his contemporary, Rupert Brooke: the sexuality is ambiguous. There is no question, however, that Flecker was Gay. His lover was the classicist J.D. Beazley, one of the world's great authorities on Greek vases.
His most widely known poem is "To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence". The most enduring testimony to his work is perhaps an excerpt from "The Golden Journey to Samarkand" inscribed on the clock tower of the barracks of the British Army's 22nd Special Air Service regiment in Hereford.
Bryan Lourd (R) and husband Bruce Bozzi
1960 – Bryan Lourd is an American talent agent. He has been partner, managing director and co-chairman of Creative Artists Agency (CAA) since October 1995.
Lourd was born in New Iberia, Louisiana. His brother, Blaine Lourd, is an investment advisor. He attended New Iberia Senior High School, where he played the lead in several high school musicals. He earned a degree from the USC Annenberg School for Communication and Journalism in 1982.
Lourd and actress Carrie Fisher were together from 1991 to 1994. They have one daughter, actress Billie, born in 1992. Lourd married Bruce Bozzi, the co-owner of The Palm, on October 12, 2016, and Lourd legally adopted Bozzi's daughter, Ava. They divide their time between a penthouse apartment in the West Village, in Lower Manhattan, New York City and a house in Beverly Hills, California.
Lourd was elected to the board of trustees of the Los Angeles County Museum of Art in 2011. He serves on the Board of Directors of the Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts in New York City. He was appointed to the President's Committee on the Arts and Humanities in 2009 by President Barack Obama and to the board of the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in 2015.
Lourd 's clients include George Clooney, Robert De Niro, Brad Pitt, Robert Downey, Jr., Drew Barrymore, Jimmy Fallon, Matthew McConaughey, Sean Penn, Madonna, Naomi Watts, Natalie Portman, Robin Williams, Arnold Schwarzenegger, David Duchovny, Helen Hunt, Oprah Winfrey, Tom Cruise, Penelope Cruz, Taraji P. Henson, and Peter Jöback.
1969 – The Homosexual Information Center protested at the offices of the Los Angeles Times to protest the newspaper's refusal to print the word "homosexual" in ads after it refused to print an ad announcing a group discussion on homosexuality.
1983 – Andrew Hayden-Smith, born Andrew John Smith, is a British actor and television presenter best known for his work with CBBC.
Auditions for popular CBBC children's serial drama Byker Grove were held at his school and he won the part of Ben Carter, making his first appearance in the eighth series of the show in 1995.
Initially just using the name Andrew Smith, he appeared as a guest on Saturday morning CBBC show Live & Kicking with several other characters from the show. Smith soon became a regular guest on the show. This led to appearances on other shows and also in teen-magazines, as well as two pantomime appearances. In 2001 he applied for Equity membership and was accepted under the name Andrew Hayden-Smith (Hayden being another surname in his family), as the name Andrew Smith was already taken.
In 2004, the ex-Byker Grove actor and CBBC presenter Andrew did the unthinkable for a young man on kids' TV - he told the world he was gay. At the risk of being outed by a newspaper, he beat the tabloids to the punch and did an interview with Attitude magazine:
"Coming out is pretty scary. It's bad enough when you're almost certain that the majority of people around you will be totally cool with it. I was 21 and presenting kids TV at the time and was commended for what everyone kept saying was such a brave step."
It did his career no harm, and he's proved an inspiration - and eye candy - for young gay men across the country.
Andrew has since appeared regularly on stage and in Doctor Who. Hayden-Smith appeared in the episodes "Rise of the Cybermen", "The Age of Steel" and "Doomsday" as Jake Simmonds in the 2006 series of Doctor Who. He returned to CBBC having completed the filming, but decided that he wished to concentrate on acting. His final day of presenting was on 7 July 2006, the day before his third and final Doctor Who appearance.
1985 – The San Francisco Board of Supervisors passed legislation to protect people with AIDS from discrimination.
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March 3rd 1847 saw the birth of Alexander Graham Bell in Edinburgh.
Bell’s education was largely received through numerous experiments in sound and the furthering of his father’s work on Visible Speech for the deaf. Bell worked with Thomas Watson on the design and patent of the first practical telephone. In all, Bell held 18 patents in his name alone and 12 that he shared with collaborators.
The second son of Alexander Melville Bell and Eliza Grace Symonds Bell, he was named for his paternal grandfather, Alexander Bell. For most of his life, the younger Alexander was known as “Aleck” to family and friends. He had two brothers, Melville James Bell and Edward Charles Bell, both of whom died from tuberculosis.
During his youth, Alexander Graham Bell experienced significant influences that would carry into his adult life. His Grandfather was a well-known professor and teacher of elocution. Alexander’s mother also had a profound influence on him, being a proficient pianist despite her deafness. This taught Alexander to look past people’s disadvantages and find solutions to help them.
Alexander Graham Bell was homeschooled by his mother, who instilled in him an infinite curiosity about the world around him. He received one year of formal education in a private school and two years at Edinburgh’s Royal High School. Though a mediocre student, he displayed an uncommon ability to solve problems. At age 12, while playing with a friend in a grain mill, he noted the slow process of husking the wheat grain. He went home and built a device with rotating paddles with sets of nail brushes that dehusked the wheat. It was his first invention.
A lot has been written about Bell’s invention but before the family emigrated he was only 16, when he accepted a position at Weston House Academy in Elgin teaching elocution and music to students, many older than he. At the end of the term, Alexander returned home and joined his father, promoting his father, Melville Bell’s technique of Visible Speech, which taught the deaf to align specific phonetic symbols with a particular position of the speech organs (lips, tongue, and palate).
After the death of his two brothers, and Aleck’s health deteriorating his father decided, for the sake of his health they had to move to a better climate in the Americas, his son resisted the move at first but he relented, and in July 1870, the family settled in Brantford, Ontario, Canada. There, Alexander’s health improved, and he set up a workshop to continue his study of the human voice. He later took up a position as a tutor at Boston School for Deaf Mutes and settled in the city in 1871.
Two years later, he was appointed Professor of Vocal Physiology and Elocution at Boston University.
These early experiments in speech creation, along with his knowledge of anatomy, informed his own experiments on transmitting speech, which he began in earnest from 1873.
Bell did not think he was inventing a ‘telephone’ during his early experiments. He was working on the holy grail of the day: sending multiple telegraph messages over the same wire. He aimed to make electro-mechanical devices capable of transmitting and receiving different tones for each message.
He was supported financially in this work by the father of one of his students, Gardiner Hubbard, a wealthy lawyer and politician, whose deaf daughter, Mabel, had been taught to lip-read and speak by Bell. Bell fell in love with Mabel. Her father, being aware of Bell’s experiments with possible ‘speaking telegraph’ devices, refused his permission for the couple to marry until Bell had successfully developed his new invention. To speed matters along, he also funded an assistant, Thomas Watson.
Sensing the danger of rival developments for this valuable invention, Bell’s future father-in-law filed an application for ‘Improvements in Telegraphy’ on 14 February 1876. On that very same day a few hours later – or was it actually a few hours earlier? – inventor Elisha Gray filed his own idea for a telephone at the same office. Bell was granted the patent on 7 March 1876. On 9 July 1877, Bell, Hubbard, Watson (and other funders) established the Bell Telephone Company to market the new device. Bell and Mabel married two days later.
Controversy remains as to whether Bell or his father-in-law might have had access to the details of Gray’s patent through an office clerk in Hubbard’s pay. The clerk seemed to admit as much in a later court case, but Bell’s patent was upheld, as it was in the many cases which followed.
On 11 August 1877, Bell and Mabel arrived in Britain from the USA on honeymoon. In Bell’s luggage was his new communication device, the telephone. Bell travelled the country promoting his invention, even demonstrating the device to Queen Victoria, who was so amused she asked to keep the temporary installation in place. The first telephones went on sale later that year.
Sometimes described as the most valuable patent ever filed, for years following the award, Bell had to defend his patent in expensive and protracted litigation battles brought by a whole range of inventors. In 2002, the US Congress formally recognised Italian Antonio Meucci as the true inventor of the telephone, based on prototypes he demonstrated in 1860. Bell and the Italian had shared a workshop in the 1870s. Meucci was pursuing his claim in the Supreme Court when he died in 1889. France and Germany cite their own contenders for the title.
In many respects, Bell’s telephone was flawed, his receiver and transmitter designs being considerably improved by others within a couple of years. Among those were Thomas Edison and Professor David Hughes, who both produced improvements to Bell’s early instrument, transforming the telephone into a truly successful communication device.
Still widely known as ‘the inventor of the telephone’, Bell had given up his interest in this invention by his early thirties. He spent the rest of his life with Mabel and their family in Canada, working on a series of varied projects including flight, sheep breeding, developing a ‘vacuum jacket’ to aid artificial breathing and the founding of the National Geographic magazine. His foremost passion remained enabling deaf people to lip read and speak, therefore blending into a hearing world. This was in itself controversial to sections of the deaf community, disenfranchising those who preferred to communicate using sign language, which they viewed as the primary language of the deaf.
Bell’s last visit to Edinburgh was in November 1920. At a speech given to pupils at the city’s Royal High School, where he had been a student 60 years before, he imagined that this young generation might live to see a time when someone “in any part of the world would be able to telephone to any other part of the world without any wires at all.”
He died on 2nd August 1922 aged 75. On the day of his funeral the telephone systems in the US and Canada were silenced for one minute, can you imagine that happening nowadays!
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So someone saw my post on Troubled Blood and decided to reblog it with this comment
I watched Troubled Blood because, as my Tumblr profile proclaims, I am “an elderly Tom Burke tragic”, not because I had a hankering to consume JKR while condemning her as a person. The series is very much more than JKR’s books, and is a sum of the work of dozens of people, not JKR herself. Indeed, I approached the series with some nervousness because the books are known to be transphobic. However, the scriptwriters have not only managed to remove the transphobia, they have made them sympathetic to LGB people, if not specifically trans people.
There are still problems, like Burke playing a disabled actor when he is not himself disabled. (He was unable to make much of a defence of that when challenged about it, either.) As far as I know, he’s never spoken out against JKR’s opinions on trans people, though he’s not known for giving his opinions on such matters. The only time he expressed an opinion on something political*, he made a completely balls up of it, so I’m not surprised he keeps his mouth shut. Other actors have more courage, of course.
I haven’t bought any of the series - I watch them on BBC iPlayer - and I won’t be buying them. Or the books. JKR makes not a penny from me. I absolutely and unreservedly condemn JKR’s stance on trans people.
Am I a hypocrite? I certainly have refused to watch any more movies or TV with certain actors who have turned out to be racist, abusive, anti-Semitic etc, or by certain directors, ditto. I don’t buy books by authors who I deem problematic for various reasons.
But to me, there is an important separation between an author with horrible views which may or may not be expressed in a book which becomes the basis for a film or TV series, and that final product which has been cleaned of those horrible views and the story presented in a way which is not objectionable.
Will a lot of people look up the books after seeing the series? Yes. Do I control that? No. JKR’s opinions are now very well known - she makes no attempt to hide them and is very proud of them. So, if people still want to put money in her pocket after knowing about what she thinks of other human beings who don’t conform to her precise definitions of gender, then that’s on them. I would be confident that anyone following me would be well aware of what she is, and wouldn’t be persuaded to act against their conscience because I wrote up my reaction to the TV show.
I guess I’m saying that I was aware that I could justly be accused of hypocrisy, but I also weighed up the harm that might follow from that hypocritical acts, and judged it small. If I got that wrong, I’m sorry
*”He lives in London with a girlfriend he doesn’t speak about, confessing a “soft spot” for Boris Johnson when the prime minister stressed after his row with Carrie Symonds that his private life was his business. “I feel like this glass confessional box culture we’ve suddenly found ourselves in is so insidious.””
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It’s people magazine tho that refuses to use The Princess of Wales. Iirc they even said it when she got the title that they would still call her Kate Middleton. I don’t mind Kate, nor do I mind when the ordinary person call her Kate Middleton — I do mind when professionals use a name she herself no longer uses aka her maiden name. It’s actually incredible disrespectful but also not enough big of a deal for her to care, if that makes sense? It’s not about the title; it’s about using her name (like how fast the media switch from Carrie Symond to Carrie Johnson. And blaming SEO is a dumb excuse because guess what will happen if they use her name? The SEO will change).
I do remember them (or another pub but I think it was People) saying they would address her as Kate Middleton the first time they mention her in a post bc of SEO issues but then refer to her by her title thereafter.
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Here’s something that can’t be explained by The Thick of It because they probably didn’t think this sort of thing could or would happen
Johnson tried to give Carrie top Foreign Office job during affair
Simon Walters
Boris Johnson tried to appoint his future wife as his chief of staff at the Foreign Office but was blocked by colleagues after they discovered their affair, The Times can disclose.
Johnson, who was foreign secretary from July 2016 to July 2018, wanted to install Carrie Symonds to the position on a salary of at least £100,000 but allies intervened, fearing it would be a flagrant abuse of ethics. “It would have left him dangerously exposed,” an ally who was involved in the veto said.
Staff learnt of the affair after an MP allegedly walked in on the pair in a “compromising situation” in Johnson’s Commons office in early 2018.
The couple were first photographed together in public at the Conservative Party Black and White hall in February 2018. In September 2018, it was announced that Johnson and his wife Marina Wheeler QC were divorcing after 25 years of marriage. The next day reports emerged linking him with Shmonds. The couple confirmed their relationship in the weeks that followed. They married in 2021 and have two children.
The ally claimed that appointing Symonds chief of staff would have been a “far bigger scandal” than Matt Hancock, as health secretary, having an affair with Gina Coladangelo, an aide, their relationship was revealed a year ago after video emerged of them kissing in Hancock’s Whitehall office during lockdown. Both resigned.
“The chief of staff position carried a minimum £100,000 salary and the Foreign Office is a much more sensitive department,” the source said. The role would have been taxpayer funded.
Three of Johnson’s sites, including Ben Gascoigne, now one of his deputy chiefs of staff and a friend of Wheeler, threatened to resign over the proposed appointment.
The disclosures follow a Times investigation into claims in a biography of the Pine minister’s wife by the former Conservative treasurer and deputy chairman Lord Ashcroft, the book, First Lady, says that a Tory MP “walked in abruptly” on Johnson “in a compromising situation” with Symonds, who was then the Conservative Party’s head of communications. The book says that the MP told one of Johnson’s closest allies and they told two members of the Foreign Office staff. As a result, Johnson’s staff thwarted his attempt to promote Symonds, it says. Ashcroft I stands by his account. The Johnsons have not taken legal action over the book.
The Times has identified and contacted four allies of Johnson who know of the matter. Three, two of whom were given senior ministerial jobs when Johnson became prime minister in 2019, spoke in return for anonymity.
One said: “An illicit relationship with Carrie was none of our business: making her chief of staff was definitely our business. Our job was to protect him. He kept saying she would be great in the job. We knew what was going on between then and that it was an insane risk to let him do it.”
A second ally said: “Most of us thought she wasn’t the right person because she was relatively inexperienced.”
The unnamed MP denied having “walked in on them in a compromising situation” but said that Ashcroft’s version was “20 per cent right.”
The ministerial code, updated by Johnson, 57, last month states that “working relationships with civil servants, colleagues and staff should be proper and appropriate”. No 10, Mrs Johnson, 34, and Gascoigne declined to comment.
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simon case tried to get carrie johnson(symonds) a pr job at the earthshot prize in april 2020
Well that’s incredibly anti climactic
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Apparently if the PM gets voted out, the general rule is that an MP in a safe seat gets offered a sweet retirement gig (often a Lords seat), which forces a by-election? And I kinda want to see this happen with a Boris who has blotted his copybook with pretty much the entire non-Cabinet country except Carrie Symonds and Dilyn (who cannot vote because he is under 18 and also a dog), because it would be really, really fucking funny to watch. Like, imagine them losing so many by-elections because of Boris that they can no longer form a government.
"who cannot vote because he is under 18 and also a dog" took me out
but yeah absolutely this would be hilarious - i can't believe we've reached a point where boris johnson is to politics what jared leto is to cinema
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