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gaysindistress · 3 months

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest This fanart has haunted me since the first time I seen it and then I watched the Inglorious Bastards and here we are. There is nothing explicated stated but since Bucky is lowkey inspired by Hans Landa, take care of yourself and skip if you need to.

Footsteps and a knock at the door.

“Mademoiselle?” the quiet voice of a maid drifts from the cracks of the door, “Mademoiselle are you awake? You have invités.”

The code word is what rouses the girl from her fitful sleep. Sliding out of her warm bed, the girl grabs her robe and slips it on before opening her bedroom door for her maid.

“Merci, Josette. How many?” The hoarse voice tears its way from her throat as she steps aside for her maid to come in.

Josette shifts nervously on her feet but stays put before whispering, “One but Mademoiselle, he is… he is the one from the papers.”

The girl nods as she listens to the frightened words of her maid. “Take him to the kitchen and tell him that I will be down momentarily. Give him a glass and a pitcher of water but do not offer him anything else and leave immediately. Wake Monsieur Pierre and tell him that you need him to take you to get honey. Do you understand?”

Josette doesn’t do anything, she just stares at the girl that she’s worked for for the last two years in shock. She begins to tremble and she grips her by the shoulders.

“Tu comprends, Josette?”

She nods and scurries off down the hall, her blonde hair whipping behind her. The girl closes her door and begins to fix her appearance in her vanity mirror, rebraiding a braid she wore to sleep that night. She changes into her usual pair of cotton dungarees with a worn white blouse under and puts on the terribly knitted cardigan she made when Monsieur Pierre’s wife was first teaching her. Unable to find her boots, she slips on her oxfords and stalls at the door with her hand on the knob. She had hoped that it would’ve taken the bastard longer to find her but alas time is never going to be on her side.

She pulls the door open and walks to the kitchen. She’d come to love this chateau during her months here and would miss it when she undoubtedly would be forced to flee. Pierre’s hushed voice draws her attention behind her but she doesn’t turn around. He’s telling Josette to hurry up and it almost made her chuckle. He wasn’t fond of the young blonde and would lecture her regularly. It seemed as though nothing would ever change from the sound of his frustrated voice.

The flicking candle light in the kitchen is a warning, an omen really as she drew closer. She knows who was sitting in there, the man who had been haunting her dreams for years now.

“Monsieur,” she says in demure tone as she steps into the kitchen, “I apologize for my staff. She is a nervous girl. Would you like something to drink other than water? Coffee? Tea?”

“Fräulein,” the menacing voice that plagues her drawls, “you know that’s not how you should address me.”

The switch from French to German causes her to freeze internally but she doesn’t let it show. Instead she feigns nativity and she shakes her head at him, “I’m afraid I do not speak German, only French.”

He only stares at her. His sharp blue eyes are intense as they were before but the evidence of their time together is everlasting. A deep scar that stretches from his eyebrow to the bottom of his eye socket and a milky white eye in the middle of it.

Her lip curls up in a smirk when she turns her face and sits opposite of him. He’s dressed in the usual attire of a colonel: an immaculately kept black uniform with a long black overcoat.

“We both know that is a lie, Fräulein.”

She doesn’t respond.

His own smirk overcomes his painfully beautiful face, “Drop the act, y/n.

“I don’t know what or who you’re talking about. There is no act to be dropped and no y/n here.”

He leans back in his chair, causing the wood to creak and groan under his weight. He takes a drink of water while holding eye contact with her. Upon setting it down, the sound of gunfire rips through the air and she tenses while he watches for her reaction. When she doesn’t so much as flinch, he cocks his head at her and narrows his eyes. A car barrels down the gravel driveway and crashes into the ancient tree in the center.

“I would apologize for them but that would be a lie,” he tells her.

There’s a shift in the air and her demure french woman act is, in fact, dropped.

Her accented German cuts thick through the air, “What do you want?”

“You.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“No.”

“I will burn this shithole to the ground,” he says as he pulls out a cigarette tin and lights a cigarette. He offers one to her and she takes it, allowing him to light it.

“Is that meant to scare me into going with you? Come on, James, you have done worse than that and I suspect you will do far more.”

“Perhaps,” he agrees with a shrug of his shoulders. “But you will come with me, y/n. Tonight.”

“No,” she states again, blowing out her smoke and crossing her arms.

“Defiant as always I see,” he mutters under his breath as he too takes a drag of his cigarette.

There is a long silent pause as the two of them smoke and stare at each other. His beauty hasn’t waned over the years but it’s turned deadly. The scar she gave him when she escaped him that night adds to the murderous edge to his gaze. The uniform that he wears is foul and makes her sick to her stomach. He’d promised to leave, promised to get away before things got bad. He’d promised to come for her once it was safe and they could live the life they had dreamed of.

He’d broken all of those promises when he put on that uniform. All but one promise that is. He has come for her and he would be able to provide her with his sick verison of safety.

“One of us is going to die,” she says finally whilst tapping the ashes of her cigarette onto the floor. “That’s the only way this ends.”

“No, Fräulein. There is another way but you will not like it.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #1940s #1940s bucky #40s bucky #40s au #hydra au #dark bucky x you #dark bucky x reader #dark bucky barnes

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therrerium-valkryonia · 1 month

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Wisdom's Price

Tw: 18+, Minors DNI.

(Read it before you like the story, though it may suck for you.)

In a brewing conflict between Olympians, Giant's and Titans, there was a prophecy from an oracle's dreams that in one of the goddesses of Olympus was a child that would create an everlasting peace between man, god and titan.

This child would be born of wisdom and war, her armor was golden and her helm was clad with red feathers and she had spear that would always pierce through armor, a shield with the face of a gorgon beheaded by a man named Perseus.

In this woman will the fates decide victory or loss, at this time they we're skeptical that it would be Athena's as she never would be betrothed with a husband and by Greek standards is a virgin goddess, a celibacous one too.

Yet, they hadn't considered one thing the yearning for love that burns in her heart as it's compassion releases a intense ravenous lust that needed to quench in great desperation, she also secretly went to a follower of hers, Keras.

Her beauty grabbed Athena's attention, in her obssessions she began to ungracefully touch her sensistive parts and dipped in further with her teeth clenched she had a time filled with ecstacy and pleasure, laid behind bushes as she revelled in anxiety and disdain in her realisation.

But there was no going back, she revealed herself to Keras who was shocked at the appearance of her patron no more an elemental, she dropped to her knees as Athena gave an extremely erotic visual for the very fertile Keras.

"I yearn for your body.... it's taste and touches" she begins to strip down revealing all of her succulence to a mortal woman who was frozen in absolute adoration over her figure, Athena then states "Act whatever desire you have on me, I wish it" a flabergasted Keras does what she is asked and caresses her.

She gasps, she pulls in Keras and embraces her groping onto her parts as she strips her down with a fire spell that burns off her dress, she then feels Keras rub against her body and they get in the act, no shame or relent just mindless lust.

Their acts reach into midnight, both share moans and kisses as she lovingly dominates Athena who submits into her arms and is graced with loud gasps and groans before she inhales and then loudly squeals in glee as she's filled ingloriously.

Athena then promots Keras to be her personal servant and that she'd be leaving her home to be with her for however long she asks, if she wants to leave it's up to her but at any cost she must return to her master who seeks her affection.

Keras, silently thought it over and nodded to be with her as they cuddled into a tight embrace slumbering in the night.

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Once she returns to her chambers on Olympus, she begins to show signs of sickness and Keras caters her in worry to her patron who she'd never thought could be inflicted by a simple fever, once she began to viciously puke.

They both knew, Keras was instantly anxious and collapsed onto her knees as she begged to be forgiven by any means, Athena then lowered to Keras and kissed her lips, saying in such a gentle and soothing tone "Do not fear, it is a child of ours. I yearned to be a better mother for you and this one."

Keras calmed herself and apologized in her shock, she was not ready to be a mother especially to a half-blood child of mortal and immortal tethers beyond her comprehension & understanding of the mysteries lying beyond death.

Athena kissed her cheek, holding up her chin as she smirks cheerfully speaking to her with calm tones "You do not need to apologise to me, dear." as she holds her flat stomach in anticipation for the child to be born in months time.

Under the nine months, the child had grown quite large, active and healthy with hints of great strength belonging from the baby's strong kicks and a combination of aches, few contractions and back cramps from the sheer heft.

A horn is blown at the gates, the Horai have alerted the palace of incoming attacks from outsiders or enemies, Athena then clads on her armor which didn't fit but she forced it down on her round stomach.

She felt the tight squeeze push the baby against her cervix and very uncomfortably, she grabs her shield & spear then kisses Keras and darts her way into the battle nearing the gates and the stables of Olympus.

Steadfast in position as she prepares for battle and defense for the foundations of olympus & the safety of the inoccent, then there a sudden burst of powerful magic that drilled in the defenses of the olympians.

Their a physical silhouette came closer in the smoke, Athena was backed into a wall as she peered behind her shield, what was across her as the shock in realization on what breached olympus' borders, a titan who was against the olympian and one far more dangerous, Typhon and Gaea's Giants.

This would be the hardest battle they would have yet, they all rushed in with raging war cries to be heard afar and not.

Athena rushed in and swung her spear whilst she chants, and casted a spell that summoned a torrent of wind that moved with the strength of her swing and flung the titan she'd been facing as she hears cracking from behind.

A giant cracks the ground and hurls towards her a rock, instinctually she blocks and dashes forwards and stabs through the giant's chest as it crushes her with it's full immense size and strength, she persists through and in aching, injured form she slices her opponent's chest.

Their was a loud roar as Typhon blasted fires that hurled Athena through walls and into an ancient cavern, injured she'd stay hidden as a gush of fluids accompanied by the consistent contractions seized her down on her back.

She hissed through gritting teeth, casting a healing spell whilst she straightens up and waddles still quite injured & hurt but there was a war to fight and she wouldn't give up.

So with whatever endurance she had left, shuffling back to the battlefield and rose out of the ground as she screams & stabs her spear into the ground and casts a spell of storms, tornadoes and fiery spears rained upon their enemies.

Athena hissed as she felt a tremendous pain signal through her entire abdomen, her bump was visibly contracting and she clutched her spear as she resisted the raging urges of labor, though it seems she may not resist much longer.

She hissed at the pain feeling the child descend downward as more opponents faced her, three we're taken by Apollo & his sister Artemis as she faced two enemies, alone in labor as they rushed towards her in aggression & conquest.

As they ran in from both sides, she spun her shield and flung them back as one began to try and pounce as she rushed in and stabbed his gut, chanting a spell and summoning a hot flame that struck through his body and roasted him and the surrouding area, once she took him down she gripped into her thighs, grunting in pain from the contractions and the burning mass that reached below through her hips.

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They charged and grappled her into the ground shoving a fist into her womb, she wails in pain and arches her back whilst the mass shot to close her labia and begins to form the crown, headbutting the opponent, decapitating them with her spear and sprawling into broken debris.

She bites into her forearm, bearing down as the crown spreads slowly as she huffs in air through her nose and grabbed the lower curves of her round bump & weakly steadying onto her feet and charges into battle, shield ramming into the debris and casting a spell into their eyeballs, a crystal form from the inside and bursts out.

The enemy is blinded and flayed open with the spear, incapacitating and killing the giant as she's seized in consuming pains, she tried to hold back but succumbs towards the urge, spreading her thighs fully bearing in extreme aches down her back.

Knelt against the wall of debris, she pressed her fists inwards and forced the progression further, she wails horrendously and deafens everyone nearby and feels exshaustion, the crown formed into a wide circle.

No longer having the strength to push, she begins to firmly squeeze into her bump and wails louder and pops out the full enormous head, tearing her with a spill of blood, spilling alot of clear fluid into a small puddle beneath her knees.

Once she gathers her bearings, she begins to push down the broad shoulders, screaming into the marble and inching the shoulder forward where it jammed into her canal's insides.

Panicked with the rebounding pain, she bore repeatedly and without rest sapping her out instantaniously as she feels the stuck shoulders trying to budge and burning her insides out.

A powerful blast of fire sent each olympian flying out and Athena landed into the stables, waddling into the hay and knelt down in her burnt clothes her lower half revealing an enormous bump, visibly aching as she plants her spears in the ground and held onto it for support as she tugs onto a tight shoulder and squeals through the pain.

Freeing the shoulders, she bore down in one whole push & sputtered with fluids as the child dangled from her vagina, she pulled it out tearing off the rest of her clothing & clad armor to let the child feed and rest for the battle ahead.

Clutching onto her lower side once more, she screamed whilst she bore another child instantly, sapping her full strength down to nothing, barely moving a finger with remaining strength, her regenaration couldn't catch up.

Chanting a heal spell with a strained voice, she regains a remainder of vitality and uses her profound strength on barely able to cradle the twin, leaning back into the hay.

She laid in the hay until her strength was restored, taking the night and day from the time of the birth to finally able into returning to battle with her twins close to her chest.

Roaring once more in nude form, she leapt into the sky fighting for honor and the survival of olympus' rule over mankind and their home with one more battle raging on.

#birth kink #painful birth #labor #labor kink #pregnant #pregnant kink #pregnancy #pregnancy kink #birth fic #labor and delivery #stuck birth #battle birth #home birth #giving birth #birth #birth fiction #birth story #public birth #pushing

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littlemisswaltz · 11 months

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not enough christoph waltz on my dash i fear,

#inglorious speaks #christoph waltz

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sgiandubh · 8 months

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The sound of silence

With the end of August already in sight - somebody, please, tell me where did this botched summer go, all of a sudden? -, a somewhat different landscape is slowly emerging, on the S&C front.

Dare we hope? The new normal seems to be a mix of latergrams, sibylline tweets, ultra-muted innuendo (most of it the result of a couple of pundits' sterile speculations on meagre hints dropped on purpose) and secondary (even third-circle) players being conveniently called to the rescue. A low budget, almost homemade solution to keep the prayer wheels of this fandom spinning. A fandom both of these two know, by now, like the back of their hands.

For months and months in a row, I tried to understand something that puzzled me constantly: not the messages being ventilated in here, but their circuit and lifespan, if you want. For what is worth, the rinse and repeat image is fine in my book, but in no way comprehensive, nor intellectually satisfying. And then, a couple of weeks ago, I started to suddenly figure it out.

I am not going to insult you with savant jargon or Venn diagrams, rest assured. However, I need some arrows. I called it the 4 R Circuit and here we go:

(an information is being) Released (via Anons or DMs exclusively: it's never sheer luck, that is a bloody lie and a poor one, at it) -> (it then prompts a couple different) Reactions -> (followed by an almost immediate) Retcon (by the other side of this very antagonistic fandom) -> (in response, an old information is being) Recycled (thus effectively keeping the chatter alive, but re-oriented until ) -> (a new or old/new information is being) Released

Historically, the lifespan of this news cycle was never shorter than 24, but seldom (if ever) longer than 72 hours. This summer is a resolute break off this pattern, but old habits die hard: the collective attention span has been also conditioned accordingly.

And how could it be otherwise? Because neither of them had any consistent A-list level gossip history, the emerging fandom had to resume itself to their social media accounts, for a start. And boy, were we copiously spoiled, with banter and innuendo and double-entendre galore, and then with voluble Anons being simultaneously directed to the main players of all the factions. I bet it was elating. I am sure it was also great fun: a merry, sunny age of innocence. Until it wasn't and the ugly manipulative streak began its inglorious march in here. The thirst grew, and so did the stakes. Pictures, pictures or it did not happen. And when we got them, we started to immediately diss and hiss and hum and drum. In the Real World (you know, out there, where we all go every morning and are civilized, amiable people), this kind of behavior would be more than uncanny: it would be uncalled for and drastically sanctioned as such. But, I digress.

The result of this disco inferno by design is a pattern of reactivity I have never seen in my entire life. Nano-inquisitors immediately spring out of their chairs once you dare write something: why did you say that? how dare you speak your mind, you are supposed to be a stupid, stupid shipper? In the meantime, almost nobody bothers connecting the dots, finding a solid background for arguments, placing facts or speculation in a logical context. It's frowned upon. Yet, the whole experience would be way more enjoyable, if instead on focusing on idiotic and obviously doctored details, we could bring some perspective to all this hubbub.

Last case in point, this freshly baked imbecility:

We all know who the fuck Brave Heart is: the kilt obsessed, once Mightiest Troll of Mordor. The one who invented by herself the grotesque story of the Hôtel Costes Rash sightings, last April, via Anons written in painful English. Also, the one who spun, based on a friendly snap at a sportive event, the Ellenwood Innuendo, promptly ditched - it didn't stick well enough- now reactivated. A sample:

Calling all stations: there is no side exit at the Hôtel Costes' restaurant, you fool, who's been to Paris as often as I went to Oahu, which is to say never. There is a back exit, through the kitchen, madam: next time, do your damn homework properly! Unlike you, I often went there (I preferred other, less nouveau riche playgrounds, that being said), back in 1996-2002, when it still was the boldest celeb' spotting venue in town. Not anymore. And who in their right mind would bring luggage or shopping bags in a very peculiarly laid-out French restaurant, without immediately taking the risk of being a conversation stopper, a bull (heh) in a china shop?

The "have seen it with my own eyes" gave you away, this time. A classical, by the book way to spin a cheap lie.

Also, C's witty latergram, via a tertiary player. I am sure (and I will film myself eating my socks live, if proven wrong) that back in Mordor someone already came with the agit-prop retcon: "it's irrelevant when the picture was taken".

It is very relevant. July 31. One day before August 1st: I always admired her humor. But who would take the time to tell 1+1= 2?

If I could gift this fandom anything, let it be this: context is always important. Manipulation starts exactly when you stop questioning and let your brain live the 72 hours news cycle.

The only real sound of this August, on the S&C front, is the sound of silence.

I rest my case.

#fandom

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johannestevans · 11 months

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not gonna write a whole essay properly formatted etc about it bc i fr cannot be arsed right now but @limonenelieu said to me about reading HAL as a gay man in 2001: A Space Odyssey and i feel like it's broken my brain open, i love it so fucking much, and i wanted to share thoughts

so their initial point was that HAL's voice and manner of speech, particularly his accent and his inflection (esp his neat and clipped enunciation) reminded them of gay-coding discussions in like, disney films and in other movies with gay-coded villains

i agree, and would also add that just the whole idea of like. he is a man (he has a man's voice, they call him he, they think of him as a man) who has literally been programmed to show the Correct Emotions and portray a response explicitly to make his other crewmembers feel more comfortable and at-ease with him.

also the way he speaks and like... this thing HAL does where he asks permission several times before he speaks - lewis compared it to the initial scene in Inglorious Basterds where the n/zi officer is asking permission of the farmer to do things like light a cigarette and sit down etc, and the point is that its the farmer's territory and the officer is a guest in it, but the officer has all the power, and it lays their power dynamic very bare while destabilising the farmer a bit

asking dave if it's okay if he asks a question, then saying it's fine if dave doesn't answer, then finally asking if dave has regrets about the mission - and before dave gives his own answer, being "vulnerable" and saying he had his own anxieties at first

HAL is programmed to make the crewmembers comfortable with him, but this specific manner of making them comfortable by like, asking dave a question in such a way that's really deferential, and makes dave feel like he's leading the conversation or is "in charge" of it?

like it's so similar to me to like... when a wife in the 50s or 60s is asking her husband a question, and she has to couch it in certain ways so he doesn't perceive it as a challenge of his authority or a criticism on his actions, bc she's a woman and he's a man, she's the husband and he's the wife - except in this case like, HAL is a robot (and therefore inherently lesser) and dave is human

like obvs there's so many films where AI is presented as female-coded, and many ppl have written about the politics of techbros' attraction to robots as woman-coded and particularly like, the desire to recreate slave labour and especially forms of slave labour with not just racial tones but also sexualised and misogynistic ones (within the domestic sphere and also re: sex work), and all the anxieties that that comes with?

the techbro's fear of robots fighting back is in many ways a manifestation of their fear of the social order as they see it being overturned - on the one hand, they create robots with sexy or sultry voices, they put them in female bodies they're attracted to, they want a robot that's pretty and subservient in the right way, a robot that will take all the abuse a woman wouldn't these days because of the dreaded feminism, but also that they're allowed to abuse because she's a woman but we can both agree that she isn't human in the same way he is, a man

and obvs those thoughts are further pushed when the sexy robots are given racialised bodies - when they are Black, when they are East Asian, etc, in ways that make them more desirable but also racialise their position in gender roles, and further like, fetishistic views of them etc

(so Her is obviously "falling in love" with a robot, but a film like Ex Machina explores these anxieties far more explicitly)

in 2001, HAL is a man, and he's doing all the labour that the pretty stewardesses were doing on the space station - he's not pretty and he's not right in front of the crewmembers like the stewardesses were, but like. i remember not liking the tone frank used when he was ordering HAL to lower and raise his neckrest when he was laid back on the leather bed, and how it felt demeaning in a way? in many ways because HAL has a personality

things like HAL asking to see the sketches and the idea of this robot taking an interest in art, but also like...

so HAL is a singular eye, right? his character is mostly communicated in the form of his gaze, and his eye represents the whole of his character and his personality, and i was thinking about how for a lot of men at the same seeing 2001: a space odyssey, like

many of them would be veterans, and almost all of them would know a military or naval veteran - and fears of homosexuality in that period were often not of the fruitier, more obvious gay dudes, but like, the perceived anonymity of homosexuality, and homosexuals as a dangerous, hidden underground that seeks to predate on and "turn" or corrupt heterosexual men

the idea that although you might not know his name or his face or have any idea who he is, a homosexual (or multiple homosexuals) might be among you. he might be watching you exercise, or watching you sleep, or taking an interest in you, and you will not know. many gay men obviously fear being looked at as sexual objects, being consumed via the gaze, the way that they look at and consume women

esp bc the stewardesses are presented as similar to the flight hostesses on aeroplanes and w the 60s being such a big period for like, the luxury of this beautiful woman who waits on you hand and foot and whom you can look at and touch and harass and whatever, and she's a mother/wife away from home to comfort you while travelling

the men don't have that on the jupiter mission bc it's not luxury, it's more sparse - instead of a beautiful woman, they have HAL, and instead of a beautiful woman for them to look at, HAL is constantly looking at them

even stuff like HAL reading their lips and the close focus of the camera on their lips as they move?

the language used to discuss HAL is very reminiscent to me too of the ways in which ppl of the period discussed homosexuality - his malfunction, his needing to be corrected, the way dave and frank discuss how his nature has become corrupted and they need to neutralise him, but know tht talking about him where he will hear it will have him resist?

and ultimately what dave does to him is analagous to a lobotomy, something that many gay men of the period experienced as a way to correct what was perceived as a sexual perversion

like it's not about whether HAL was attracted to frank or dave, bc ultimately the fear of gay men is not the fear of a gay man wanting to fuck you specifically - the first and foremost fear is that he is wrong, incorrect, inverse, unnatural, in a way that's unspeakable and is not just about sex, bc it's about his fundamental existence as a man, or a robot you've decided you want to be a man, and the way he's incorrectly fulfilling that role

anyway i liked the flick

#2001 a space odyssey #stanley kubrick #hal 9000 #musings

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frigidbeloved · 2 years

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/ no , just no . nonono nope no nyet nein

#what we’re not gonna do is character @ss@ssinate my girl nora #; inglorious speaks ( ooc post . )

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redundant2 · 1 year

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The hottest tea from Lady C in 2023

God knows why and I'm clearly a masochist, but I had a whim to watch all her 2023 videos and have transcribed the juiciest bits. (Watching them at 1.5 speed helps...a little.)

1/19/23:

“I am telling you everybody is sitting on a massive secret. . . Massive! They have been doing so for awhile. The family didn’t know about it! For quite awhile! They were actually enlightened by the public in dribs and drabs. More than that i do not wish to say at this juncture. There is nothing the RF have to apologize for.”

"I know what each side has on the other and let me tell you something - Harry and Meghan have nothing compared to what is had against them."

1/10/2023

"Harry seems to have never understood in his 38 years on this Earth that there's a reason why the Buckingham Palace press office exists. He ought to know it only too well.

"They were busy putting out fires to preserve his reputation and presenting it from being scorched. Until he left the royal family and then started to attack them, at which point they've let him speak for himself.

"I'm telling you, I know as a fact of one huge (when I tell you 'huge', I mean HUGE! Bigger than his ego or Megan's ego) story that Buckingham Palace has been, behind the scenes desperately trying to douse.

"One. At least one."

1/7/2023

Diana had an affair with the Earl of Pembroke after William's birth but before Harry was born. "The 17th Earl of Pembroke was a tall, slim, dashingly handsome movie producer, with the ideal looks for a romantic hero. According to Barbara Cartland, his ancestral home Wilton House, in Wiltshire near Salisbury, was one of the most beautiful homes in Britain. Henry Herbert, Earl of Pembroke and Montgomery, was top drawer.

"He and the rest of his family had always mixed in royal circles as I can personally attest, having met him in 1975 at a party given by Princess Elizabeth of Yugoslavia. He was also the producer of the movie that destroyed Koo Stark's chances of becoming the Duchess of York. He didn't flip my light switch, but he flipped Diana's."

1/5/2023

Viewer Question "I want to know whether you can assure us that Harry and Megs will get their comeuppance this year."

Lady C: "You don't have to wait that long. Sometime this year, on more than one location, Harry and Megan are going to discover that what goes around, comes around and if you prod the bear long and hard enough, he will not only get up and growl, but he will swipe at you and he might even tear your raiments and remove your masks, and you will be revealed in all of your ingloriousness for what you truly are.

"Take it from me, you don't have that long to wait. A few months - there's a lot in the pipeline. "

"Oh, people are going to get their just desserts. They're going to discover that attack was not the best form of defense. Sometimes coming clean is a far better policy.

"(The Royal Family) came to the conclusion, quite justified it has to be said, that Harry wanted them to breach the rules governing the press and the royal family for his and Megan's convenience. It wasn't only for their convenience, to the best of my information. It was more than for their convenience. More than that, I do not wish to say on that particular point." (Implying that Harry wanted them to cover something up?)

1/3/2023

"I'm choosing my words very carefully. There are persistent reports from extremely well-placed people, some of whom are long-standing friends of Harry's, that Harry and Megan lead entirely separate lives. They are de facto separated, although they are living supposedly and ostensibly and superficially and very occasionally under the same roof.

"Harry is trying to make tracks back with friends, many of whom have spurned his attempts but he's not trying to make tracks back with the family because he is insistent that he is in the right, he's always been in the right. incidentally Harry's always had a massive ego, and has always been pretty uncontrollable.Tthat was one of the virtues of Meghan: she was able to control him, as we've seen, but that allure seems to have become water to a large extent under the bridge. I think William has a far more realistic attitude of what the outcome of all of this is going to be: very sad."

"Remember, Meghan she told the queen, 'Use me as you will, as if the queen was a John. Very interesting, that comment that she made."

Bonus: 12/31/2022 - New Year's Eve

"I don't think Harry's book is going to stay on the best sellers list for any length of time, unless of course Harry and Megan start to come clean." (raises her eyebrow.)

"Meghan's like an egg beater in one's brain, but I'm going to leave you with a sword. You're going to see Megan in all her shorn glory. That's right -depend on it. Megan is going to be revealed to the world as she truly is. That's gonna be something worth seeing."

12/20/2022 - (This is the one that intrigues me most.)

"Harry and Meghan were absolutely right to be terrified (in Liverpool), and I have no doubt she was playing every card in the book in case what had gone down, came out. Let me put it that way. But he didn’t, and they are really dumb to be belaboring the point. Because now, it’s only a matter of time before what went down, it does come out. Let’s see if she commits suicide then, because what went down is definitely not going to be something he or she wants to come out. I make that point for what it’s worth.

Netflix is laying the ground for assisting in what is the most flagrant sleight of hand and manipulation ever perpetrated upon the public."

What is Harry looking down at? This was their visit to the Wirral, near Liverpool. Is this what Lady C is referring to?

#harkles #lady c #liverpool #royal family tea

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