#proud to be what the daily mail hates

[pucksandpower]

Can I request an Insta au where Charles fans ship him with an upcoming model without knowing that they're actually dating privately...but paparazzi reveals it and everybody is shocked

Charles Leclerc x model!Reader - Social Media AU

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yourusername no spectacle on earth like the monaco grand prix 🇲🇨

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scuderiaferrari the ferrari garage is always open to you ❤️

feralforferrari maybe that twitter thread had a point

leclercalicious she’s from monaco and has modeled for ferrari in the past. it’s really not that deep. not every woman at a grand prix has to be connected to a driver

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leclercupdates Charles Leclerc posted this photo after attending a number of fashion shows in Paris over the past few days

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trulytifosi fashion icon 🤩

paddockgirlie is the fashion icon in the room with us?

littleleclerc do you know who else is in Paris for fashion week right now? 👀

loyallylestappen give it a rest already

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yourusername paris haute couture fashion week was an absolute dream! thank you to all of the incredible designers who gave me the honor of walking in their art

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donatella_versace no, thank you! you are a true professional with the brightest of futures, my dear. it was a pleasure working with you

eliesaabworld you were outstanding, darling! I speak for our entire team when i say that we cannot wait to work with you again

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dailymail F1 driver Charles Leclerc and model Y/N Y/L/N were spotted locking lips and looking very much enamored with each other in Saint-Tropez

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littleleclerc NO WAY

littleleclerc I KNEW IT

littleleclerc MY LIFE IS COMPLETE

kartingkween how about a little respect? some privacy? acting like you have at least a basic sense of moral decency?

catwalkdivas f**k the daily mail. all my homies hate the daily mail

leclercmeup when the boyfriend you’ve been dating without him knowing for years is off the market 💔

yourusername’s story

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charles_leclerc the sweetest taste of victory

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yourusername you know … you taste pretty sweet too

yourusername and sweaty

yourusername mostly sweaty

charles_leclerc are you complaining?

yourusername definitely not

pierregasly are you sure that’s not just the taste of y/n’s lipstick?

charles_leclerc they are one and the same

littleleclerc i can finally die happy 🫠

arthur_leclerc i still don’t know why y/n agreed to date you

charles_leclerc because someone in this family actually has game

arthur_leclerc who? have i met them?

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yourusername proud beyond measure

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charles_leclerc i have to give some of the credit to my good luck charm cheering me on all weekend

yourusername nothing wrong with a little extra motivation 😉

carlossainz55 i don’t even want to know what you promised him

charles_leclerc that’s a first

f1wagupdates charles looked extra happy this weekend and now we know why 🥹

fearlessferrari more like now we know who

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #f1 x you #social media au #charles leclerc #instagram au #instagram imagine #cl16 #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc blurb #scuderia ferrari #f1 instagram au #instagram edit #f1 blurb #fake instagram #f1 fandom #f1 fluff #formula 1 #insta edit

[the-hopefulpenguin]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thanks for the ask! For my five:

The Saint’s Blade is definitely my favourite fic, and one of my favourite things I’ve written overall. A series of interconnected stories about Sophia Hess going into another world which worships Worm capes as gods – becoming a paladin – and falling in love in the process. The opportunity to world-build was wonderfully fun, the OC cast great to work with, and it gave an interesting chance to play with Soph’s character to boot.

No Greater Love is the other longer fic from my more recent Worm stuff which I’m proud of, where Taylor gets dropped into a universe where her alter-ego is a Ward, dating Shadow Stalker…and has just been killed in action. I particularly enjoyed writing the aftermath of Taylor’s death in the first chapter, tackling it from three different perspectives – the casualty notification officer, her mom, and her girlfriend – and exploring the nuances as a result.

While I really enjoy a lot of my Legend of Korra and ATLA fic, Kuvira’s Diary in the Advance to Ba Sing Se, 171 AG is one I particularly liked writing. As the title suggests, it is verbatim Kuvira’s diary from the point of leaving Zaofu to her securing Ba Sing Se and being empowered by the other nations to re-unify the Earth Kingdom. Writing an early, not-jaded Kuvira was great fun – particularly as I was able to sow the seeds of what she later became throughout – while the worldbuilding of the Earth Kingdom sinking into anarchy and depredation was an enjoyable exercise.

Balestra, co-written with the wonderful maroon_sweater, was unquestionably the most fun I’ve ever had writing a fanfic. In premise, it was an epistolary enemies to lovers romance inspired by This Is How You Lose The Time War. In execution, it was her and I writing each other condescending hate mail on a daily basis for a month – really quite fantastic. This is only uplifted by the fact that Roon is an incredibly talented writer, deeply and dryly witty in a way which never ceases to impress; trying to keep up with her alone was an engaging challenge.

When We Are Dust, my collection of Worm WW1 AU snippets, is a fic I often go back to read – especially ‘All His Evermore’, about General Hana Kochar of the Kurdish Republic, ‘Inherent to Circumstance’ about Shatterbird, leader of the Arab Revolt, and ‘Et Decorum Est’ about Captain Dean Stansfield in Craiglockhart mental hospital. Translating the characters into the historical setting was an engaging challenge, and the AU fit my penchant for both military detail and big emotional moments. I’m also proud of the writing; the last line, in particular – ‘As for the dead? They remain, fixed and unmoving down the centuries. Like stars, when we are dust.’

Tagging @cpericardium @therealtsk @orangepanic @wishingforatypewriter and @crookedmouth-mountainbones and anyone else who wants to join in!

#worm fanfic #wormblr #lok fanfic #sophia hess #kuvira #self-rec

[princessofxianle]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

well THANK YOU for asking, you are the first to!

tbh ive been meaning to do this on my main blog bc I take these wayyy too seriously lol but ANYWAY heres my top 10 faves (in no particular order) that I can think of (tbh theres prob more i forgot about, or i wanted to keep only 1 per fandom... except tgcf)

Huge Spoiler Warning: for ALL of tgcf, 2ha, aot, AND JJK MANGA!!!

1. Feng Xin (tgcf)

do i even need to explain this one? loyal to a fault, just a cute lil puppy, one hell of a sculpted archers back, and he's head over heels in love with Xie Lian (but tbh same) i have a lot of thoughts about him on a daily basis on this blog (and also theres the #fx backstory au tag)

2. Noé Archiviste (the Case Study of Vanitas)

MY BABY

the absolute bestest boy of EVER... with a LOAD of unprocessed trauma (yknow the typical stuff like seeing your childhood bff get decapitated in front of you) and a lot more to come once we find out how he kills his boyfriend best friend, Vanitas...

i ALSO think about him a lot but over on @noes-pillow

3. Sejanus Plinth (The Hunger Games: tbosas)

hated reading as a child... HATED it... picked up the og trilogy when i was 12 and i was a goner. The funny thing is i still hated reading for YEARS up until i picked up the prequel novel then in 2020, and now ive read all of tgcf, 2ha, and more fanfic than i could ever imagine... all because this stupid boy (i love him) chose to trust the WORST person as his friend, rip sejanus my baby

the movie is v good btw, if you havent seen it you should

4. Xie Lian (tgcf)

*Taizi Dianxia Fang Xin Guoshi General Hua Xie Lian*

how this man survived 800 years of being physically unable to die and never went insane is a mystery i will never be able to fully comprehend (aaand im in love with him... hmm i wonder why...)

5. Mihael "Mello" Keehl (Death Note)

the chocolate-addicted blonde boi that was my first anime crush... by proxy I must also add Mail "Matt" Jeevas because they are a package deal

these two are also the reason i started writing fanfic so they will ALWAYS hold a special place in my heart

6. Xue Meng - (2ha)

*sigh* he's just everyone's fav peacock (yes technically the image is XM 0.5 but he had a cool ass bird so im using this photo bc its COOL anyway...) mengmeng is another one of my trauma bois who has lost next to everything and yet is STILL kicking ass and taking names #thatsmyfuckingsectleader so proud of you my son

also this might get me into hot water here but imma go ahead and say it...

this is what i wanted Jiang Cheng to be... (i LOVE my angy grape but...) through thick and thin, despite EVERYTHING, and even mo ran fucking abandoning him he will still call mo ran his "ge"...

fgjhdfhfdg THEYRE BROTHERS, OKAY???

7. Howl Pendragon (Howl's Moving Castle)

ok this one i just simply do not need to explain... if you think i do, go watch this whole movie and then there ya go thats your answer...

GENDER

8. River Song (Doctor Who)

aside from being the character that unlocked my unhealthy obsession with :) Main Character Death :) at the ripe ol' age of 8 YEARS (although Will Turner from POTC also helped on that front... Orlando Bloom my beloved) River's story was a stroke of absolute GENIUS from start to finish and i simply love how Alex Kingston played her...

"You don't expect a sunset to admire you back."

I just love the doomed ones, okay...

9. Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

look... theres *gojo girlies* uwu and then theres GOJO GIRLIES... i couldn't give 2 shits about how he's fan-serviced (tho im not complaining) but have you SEEN the amount of grief pumped into that man? he could explode in a fit of fucking insanity at literally any moment and take the whole goddamn world down with him bc what happened with suguru WASNT FAIR to him and satoru has more than enough power to go apeshit... but he DOESN'T... even after losing so many of his co-sorcerers... he still puts on a brave face to the end in order to protect the childhood of his students even tho his own youth was stolen from him during hidden inventory...

SEE? The DOOMED ones!

10. Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan)

i read the manga during my last year of uni and when i tell you i SOBBED at the end... yes ofc for obvious reasons, but mostly bc my little Levi loses EVERYTHING. He is the SOLE survivor of the veteran scouts. He's missing multiple fingers, an eye, and the ability to walk. He was the strongest (yowaimo) but wasn't even granted the mercy to die at the end of his narrative! Broke my fucking heart.

BONUS: Morph (Treasure Planet)

he's a morph!!! nuff said <3

fin

#thanks for the ask friend! #gonna rb this to my main too bc i needed a new one of these #alex talks #asks #i swear im gonna wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night remembering a character i forgot lol oh well i tried

[alwayswriting101]

Fic that I'm never going to post.

Hello everyone, this is the first chapter of a fic that I am absolutely never going to finish, but it was taking up space on my computer but I also didn't want to delete it without acknowledging it existed. So here you go! Basically, I wanted to write a short two-chapter smut fic, realized I'm TERRIBLE at writing smut, and thus never finished this fic. There is no instance of smut or anything inappropriate in what is posted here. Please ignore any spelling or grammar errors. Hope you enjoy!

Title:????

Pairing: Flora/Helia

Themes: Comfort??? Slice of Life???

Summary: Basically, Flora is bored with her life. Helia comes to save her (uncompleted). They were supposed to have s*x but that never happened.

Chapter 1

It was an unusually chilly day as Flora slowly went through the routine of opening her family’s flower shop. She watered the flowers, arranged beautiful bouquets, swept the floor, and finally counted the cash register. Then she sat down behind the counter and prepared for a wonderful day of…nothing. 

Nothing new ever happened in the teeny tiny village of Marigold, Lynphea. Rural by even Lynphean standards, the village barely had a population of 100, and to get that you stretch it to include the cows. Everybody knew everybody, so close that most relationships were practically incestuous. 

Flora hated it. 

She dreamed to be like her childhood friends, Sakura and Lily, who both went Lynphea College to become fairies. Young women rarely left the village, and while Flora was so proud of them, she also felt resentful. Everyday she saw on social media their amazing adventures in the big city: the parties, their new friends, the freedom. She yearned for it… no, she needed it. 

And she almost had it: Flora was a very academically and magically talented nature fairy, some even said she could have been a guardian fairy. She even received a scholarship to Alfea College at 16. Her future was beautiful, it was bright, and there was no stopping her. 

But then her father died. 

And her mother couldn’t cope. 

So Flora finds herself taking care of her mother and younger sister, Miele. Then, she’s delaying her admission to Alfea. She blinks and suddenly finds herself taking over the family business (how else would the bills get paid?). And before she knows it, she’s deferring her acceptance year after year. And just like her parents and her grandparents before her, her life is confined to Marigold, and her struggling family. 

She wouldn’t change any of her decisions; she obviously cared for her sister and would do anything to protect her. But she never wished for this life either. 

Flora sat behind the counter, slowly flipping through a magazine that she already read too many times. Mail from the capital came only once a month, unfortunately. Her neighbors usually come by sometime in the late afternoon to pick up their daily bouquets for their wives, and all the remaining online orders were packed up and shipped out the night before. The morning was usually slow. 

The bells chimed at the front door, but Flora didn’t even bother to glance up. “Good morning Mr. Nightshade,” she called, as he usually was the first of the gentleman to pick up his order, “Are you off work today?”

“Well, I’m not Mr. Nightshade, and I’m actually in the middle of my work, so I’m afraid you’re completely wrong.”

Flora’s head snapped up, and suddenly was face-to-face with a gorgeous man. He was tall, with a lean but muscular body. His features were so unique… pale skin, sharp facial features, and bright blue eyes, really long hair. This man was not of Marigold, clearly. And while she’s never left the village for the capital, she can be sure that he’s not of Lynphea. 

So who was he? What did he want?

“Oh,umm…,”. Flora became very acutely aware of her disheveled state; wearing bleached sweatpants and her dad’s oversized farming shirt, hair unbrushed in a very messy bun. “Ummmmm,” she mumbled as she tried to find…words…any words to rectify this bizarre situation. 

“I’m sorry, did I disturb you?”

“Oh! Oh, no! No, of course not…I’m so sorry. I was expecting someone else,” Flora murmured as she indiscreetly pushed her magazines off the counter. “How can I help you, Mr….,”

“Calypso. Helia Calypso,” he smiled, and Flora felt like the air was knocked out of her.

She didn’t know him, but she knew that he was handsome. He was handsome and different. He was…exciting. 

“Mr. Calypso,” Flora felt ashamed at how much she liked his name rolling off her tongue, “How can I help you?”

“Well, to give you some background, I am a traveling photographer, and I am working on a photo series that captures planets in the Magic Dimension along with their inhabitants and native magic powers. So sun and moonlight on Solaria, music and the arts on Melody…”

“Nature on Lynphea...”

“Exactly,” Helia laughed a bit breathlessly, “So I’m touring several nature reserves and flower shops to find some candidates who are willing to sell me a large number of flowers and to consult on my shoot.”

“Oh wow… So what brings you here to Marigold? There are huge flower stores in the capital, surely even the other major cities like The City of Trees or The Region of Shimmering Flowers are more appropriate for your project?”

“You know most business owners usually don’t drive customers to other businesses,” Helia said as he raised an eyebrow. 

Flora squealed as she turned away from Helia, kicking herself for being an idiot. But before she could completely retreat into herself, Helia reached out and clasped her arm, pulling her back towards him. 

Flora’s face and neck turned completely red. 

This was the first time a man has touched her. 

“I’m only teasing, dear.” Helia chuckled, and Flora swore she’s never seen a more perfect smile, “I already visited the more famous and popular shops of Lynphea, but they weren’t…speaking to me.”

“Oh?” 

“Yeah. The flowers were almost…too perfect. They were beautiful yes, but they didn’t seem…authentic,” Helia’s eyes tore themselves away from Flora, finally taking a proper look around the shop, “but then I saw you and some of your business pictures online, and you’re so beautiful… er, um, your flowers are so beautiful.”

“They’re not that great…just some plants that I grow…” Flora said as she ducked her head. Her flowers were pretty, sure, but they were nothing compared to—

“I think they’re incredible.” Helia said sincerely, “Seriously. I spend a lot of time in nature, and I think that you have something special.”

Flora’s head could have snapped off, with how quickly it came up to stare at Helia incredulously. Special? Flora couldn’t remember the last time someone thought she was special. Maybe Ms. Petal in middle school? She was plain ol’ Flora, destined to stay in her little ol’ village forever and marry an ol’ man. She was pretty good at school, but anything that would come of it has come and gone. What did he see in her to think that she was special?

“Thank you, Mr. Calypso,” Flora said after some time, “You’re too kind.” 

“I don’t think so, but I can see that you’re too humble to take a compliment, so I’ll let it go for now. But what do you say? Would you like to work on my shoot with me?”

Flora didn’t know. She had so many responsibilities for today alone, never mind this week. She had to pick the flowers in the garden and plant the next crop. The chickens, cows, and pigs had to be fed. She had to maintain the business and keep up with its social media. She had to buy and make lunch and dinner. She had to make sure her mother ate, got out of bed for a  couple of hours, maybe take a shower…she had to make sure Miele came home from school safely, did her homework and understood it, and went to bed normally. She had to—

“You’d be handsomely paid,” Helia interrupted as if he could see her spiraling, “And you’d receive all credit from the pictures in the shoot. I just need you to provide the flowers, help with the arrangements, and pose, that’s all. It would take about a day—the weekend at most.” 

Wow. It was a clearly great opportunity, when would she get another chance like this? 

There was no hesitation.  

“No, I’m sorry Mr. Calypso. I can’t,” she whispered. 

“What’s wrong?” If Flora wasn’t so upset she would almost laugh at how flabbergasted Helia looked, “Surely this would be great exposure for your business.”’

“I…have a family to care for.”

“Oh,” Helia’s smile fell, “I see.” He let go of Flora’s hand. 

She missed his warmth. 

“Right. It’s um, a complicated situation…they need me every day.”

“Oh, okay. Well then,” Helia smiled softly and took several steps backward, “Well then, thank you for your time.

“You’re welcome, and thank you for your consideration. I hope that you find what you’re looking for.”

“I’ll find something similar,” he shrugged. 

“But,” Helia suddenly stepped forward and leaned over the counter to whisper into her ear, “I’ll never find anything as wonderful as you.” Helia took her wide eyes and gaping mouth as his opportunity to leave.  Just before he fully stepped out of the store, he turned back and met her eyes once more. “Flora, you have an amazing talent, it’s a shame that it would all go to waste…don’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm.”

With that, he left.

Flora never felt more alone.

#winx flora #winx helia #winx club #I'n trying to get into writing again and with that I'm purging the stories that I'm not going to finish #Also yes is this fic very similar (in themes) to another I posed on AO3 but am never going to finish (Lost Hopes #fanficiton #writing

[followingthefanfiction]

Sarah Marie Connors

Sarah Marie Connors, The Most Popular Girl in town

Scorpio: The Secret Nature

Catchphrase: "God save me."

Favorite Ride: The Carousel

Intro: In her life, Sarah Marie had been know as one thing. Perfect. In everything she did. Growing up in Uranium, Sarah had been relatively normal. Making friends with the other kids in school and staying quiet around most others. It was when she and her parents moved to New York that her conventionally attractive face bought her a ticket to Instagram stardom. Her parents, seeing an opportunity to make money off their daughter, immediately turned Sarah into a rich internet star. After 10 years of ruining her mental health by forcing herself to be better so the internet would think she was good enough, a dying grandmother brought Sarah’s family back to Uranium. Excited, she packed her bags. When she got there, she tried reconnecting with her friends only to find them sending her Instagram hate mail because she betrayed their small town and became a quote, “popular bitch.” The only one to welcome her back was the boy who see had always seen as her little brother. Noel Gruber. Seeking an escape from her controlling parents, she joined the choir. She joined too late to sing at the competition, but Noel decided to take pity on her by inviting her to the fall fair with them.

Song Title: Picture Perfect

Song Theme: Just because a life appears perfect, does not mean the person did not have issues. 

Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLzBTynurJ0naURU7hJn16tuBkXkbzTpmc

Dialogue lines: 

“I have so many issues, but no one sees. I’m never good enough no matter how perfect I try to be. Everyone sees me as some perfect girl except the people I care about, they just think I’m an annoying mess. My family will never think I'm good enough. I didn’t act like myself because I was trying to be who they wanted. I don’t know who I am because of that. I’m beaten by my parents practically daily, and no one hears my cries for help. I try to be nothing but kind and people still think I’m a bitch. That, my friends, is why I resign.”

“....Cat girls? ….Really? ….ok.” 

“We can be nerd buddies!!”

“My baby brother is a whore in his little brain and I'm so proud of him.”

“If no one shuts her up in the next five minutes, I'm killing Ocean myself.”

“I’d rather die- wait.”

“That was the most romantic thing I've ever heard!! Ya kinda lost me with the rapping, but hey I'm still diggin it!”

“Jane isn’t even that scary, she’s just socially awkward. I think...”

“Can I hug you?”

“Connie that was so sweet!”

“Everyone thinks I’m ok. I’m not besties. Thanks though.”

Character Thoughts:

Ocean is the worst

Noel is my baby brother

Mischa is so freaking hot....

Ricky! Bestie! Nerds together forever!

Jane is my new bestie, I think shes fascinating!

Connie is the sweetest girl ive ever met and I'm forever grateful she is my friend in a town that feels so against me

Choirsona thoughts:

Juno,,,, sisters. Best friend. Darling. She’s insane. I love her though.

Robin seems nice! He is an amazing artist!

Lucille is a sweet girl, she drew me once! I love how shes always there

Arabella.... She's what I should be.

#rtc #rtc musical #ride the cyclone #rtc oc #ride the cyclone the musical #ride the cyclone oc

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Scooby Doo states that there is no affair between William and Rose Hanbury by u/Hermes_Blanket

Scooby Doo states that there is no affair between William and Rose Hanbury [Feel free to delete this post if it's a repeat. I checked, but may have missed something.]Zoomer Magazine has posted an interview with Scobie which has some interesting quotes. Scobie is evidently proud of it, and has linked it to his X account.https://ift.tt/yuflTZx what he says about the rumors about an affair between William and Rose. The sugars must be furious."There are a few things that I don’t like to give oxygen to. I’ve been victim to online gossip, too, and it’s not nice. There are times when I discuss the rumours themselves – the fallout with Rose Hanbury, allegedly, for example – but I don’t spend a second talking about whether it’s true or not, because in my mind, unless you can come to me with evidence, it’s B.S. If there’s evidence, it goes in the book. If there isn’t, it stays in my notes ... Everything about that appears to be nonsense. I discuss it in the book, but in the context of how it was presented to the public through a national tabloid. I wanted to analyze how those rumours were dealt with behind the scenes, without giving any credence to something that probably isn’t true."Some fun quotes from the article:"People love to say I’m just “Meghan’s friend” who randomly popped out of nowhere. It irritates me, but I’ve somewhat made peace with it. Once a nickname’s given in the tabloids, it sticks. I’ve been on this beat since 2011, I’ve seen many pinnacle moments years before Meghan arrived. She’s just one part of this story."Hmm, lots of words, but no denial at all ... and how are we supposed to believe you when you follow that up with sentences like "I wanted to shine a light on this dark shadowing place ..."Then there's this:"Prince William was once a man who hated the press – much more than Harry, who used to be a real suck-up to the press. I remember thinking, “They terrorize you, they terrorized your mom, and you’re trying to win over the editor of the Daily Mail even though you know they’re gonna stick it to you tomorrow.” It was a bit tragic. William, maybe because his role was more defined, couldn’t stand the press and didn’t engage. So, how sad it’s been to see William in recent years become deeply embedded in the press’s typical methods and techniques."A real suck-up? The guy who claimed in Spare that he'd hated the press from Day 1? Do tell, Omid.And the story of how William gave him the nickname "Passport". See, royalty likes me! They really like me!I don't think this story will do Scooby any favors. ​ post link: https://ift.tt/uYMOFJn author: Hermes_Blanket submitted: December 14, 2023 at 08:34AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #voetsek meghan #sussexes #markled #archewell #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess of sussex #duchess meghan #duke of sussex #harry and meghan smollett #walmart wallis #harkles #megain #spare by prince harry #fucking grifters #meghan and harry #Heart Of Invictus #Invictus Games #finding freedom #doria ragland #WAAAGH #Hermes_Blanket

[thethistlegirlwrites]

Andromeda - Describe your main characters

Aries - Share a line that you’re proud of!

Cassiopeia - What’s your favorite scene so far?

Draco - Who’s your favorite character to write?

Gemini - What inspired you to write this project?

Libra - Which relationship dynamic do you enjoy writing the most?

Pyxis - Are there any major themes or messages you’re writing to show?

Ursa Major - What scene are you looking forward to writing?

Caelum - Do you write outlines? Why or why not?

Canis Major - Do you like writing character-driven stories or plot-driven stories?

Canis Minor - Share an excerpt of old writing and new writing to see how far you’ve come!

Musca - Do you like sharing your writing?

Phoenix - How do you develop your ideas?

Sagittarius - Do you like to collaborate?

Virgo - Describe your favorite tropes.

Andromeda - Describe your main characters

Jim: Literally looks like he would be the blandest person in the story, brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, always looks annoyed. Is also precious and adorable and incredibly thoughtful. He often carries a cane because of chronic leg pain he has no explanation for.

Matti: Quite tall (6'4"), Dark curly hair, green-grey eyes. Matti has an aura about him that seems both dangerous and exciting, but he's also a very kind and gentle person and people around him can sense that too. In summer he's very tanned and freckled from working outdoors on the farm, and his hands are rough and always a little grimy under the nails.

Lina: Long dark hair, usually in a ponytail, brown eyes, light brown skin. Lina has an abstract floral tattoo on her left shoulder and upper arm, and usually wears comfortable, colorful clothes, especially yellows and oranges. She's very observant and surprises people with her capacity to defend herself. There's usually black stains on her hands but whether they're from engine oil from working on her van or typewriter ink from one of her articles is a toss-up. 

Will: Tall and slender, messy bright red hair that turns coppery in the summer, hazel eyes, and lots of freckles. Will is shy and often tries to make himself smaller to blend in, which results in a permanent slump to his shoulders. He has a deep dark-brown burn scar halfway up his right arm from an accident with an oven door when he was really too young to be using it anyway.

Aries - Share a line that you’re proud of!

"There’s something dark in all of us."

Cassiopeia - What’s your favorite scene so far?

This scene I posted a while ago with Matti giving Jim a ride after the mail Jeep breaks down in the rain!

Draco - Who’s your favorite character to write?

This changes on a daily basis lol. I feel the vibes for different characters at different times. Right now, it's Jim, having a crisis over who (and what) he actually is.

Gemini - What inspired you to write this project?

I actually intended this, initially, as a fic. I was working on an AU setting for some characters, and as it got more and more detailed and I put more and more research into it, I decided that it deserved to be an original story!

Libra - Which relationship dynamic do you enjoy writing the most?

The trio of Jim, Lina, and Matti. The way they keep running into each other and how their lives get tangled together is just so much fun to explore.

Pyxis - Are there any major themes or messages you’re writing to show?

Mostly, the dangers of defining humanity in ways that are self-serving. How anyone can justify themselves by dehumanizing the people they want an excuse to hate, abuse, or exploit. But it's also about how seeing the humanity in others is what makes us human, ourselves.

Ursa Major - What scene are you looking forward to writing?

A LOGICAL WAY TO GET THEM OUT OF THE MESS I GOT THEM INTO. I wrote these folks into a complicated corner and honestly might have to just trash half these scenes/ideas in edits. But at least I'm trying to put all logical options on the table and avoid plot holes.

Caelum - Do you write outlines? Why or why not?

No, because every time I try my characters decide to be perversely gleeful about disregarding them!

Canis Major - Do you like writing character-driven stories or plot-driven stories?

Character Driven, for sure. I start with my characters and then figure out a plot that suits them. It's why I write so many AU fanfics. As long as I have good characters, I can work out a plot around that.

Canis Minor - Share an excerpt of old writing and new writing to see how far you’ve come!

Two different descriptions of half-animal, half-human characters in rough shape, welcome to 'it's a Thistle book"...I wouldn't say either is better per se, because both depend on the vocabulary and thought process of the observer since I write third person limited POVs mostly, but it's interesting to see what I focused on. And as we can see I'm still far too fond of italics-indicated inner dialogue!

From The Art of Being Human (old unpublished project, 2017)

I’ve never seen a Mixed in this bad shape. At least not outside the Blue. Besides how awful his back looked, he had cuts and bruises all over his face and he was frighteningly thin. His skin looked almost blue; his clothes were filthy and ripped and he was soaking wet from the rain. He looks so human, but he’s still definitely a Mixed. What kind is he? There was some bloodstained cream-colored fur on his shoulders and back, and he had thick lips like a horse or cow Mix. He was so tall and thin, probably some kind of horse. Oh, those spots aren’t blood. He had large tan patches in the fur on his shoulders and his face was covered with freckles. I think… I think he’s a giraffe. I’ve never seen one this close before. He wasn’t quite as tall as the escorts she’d seen from a distance in the Blue, but that could be because he was young or because he wasn’t a first gen. He didn’t look like he had the short stubby horns those had either, but she couldn’t tell for sure under so much tangled hair. 

From Scrapbook of the Unexplained (2022)

He’s no longer in the cell in the laboratory. Instead, he’s in what looks like some sort of kennel, with human-sized cages lining both walls. Matti can’t see what’s in the ones next to him, if anything, but across the hallway there’s a lanky kid with a mop of dull, matted fox-colored hair and faded freckles splattered across his thin face and shoulders.  It takes him a minute to place the memory of who he’s seeing. The kid seems familiar, but it’s hard to say, when he’s grimy and neglected and covered in nasty-looking deep red gashes that look intentional. Definitely another test subject. Then the kid looks up, and Matti remembers where he’s seen those wide, scared brown eyes before. Will Bauer. How did he end up in here? 

Musca - Do you like sharing your writing?

Yes! I love sharing my characters with other people who love them (whether that love is shown by wanting to protect them from me, or by encouraging me to torment them more - and of course give them a happy ending eventually)

Phoenix - How do you develop your ideas?

Research. Lots of research. I start with some general idea and then go crazy digging into the lore around it, because I usually like to start with folktales and superstitions. In this case, I'd known about the feldgeister for about a year now, and only just found a story I could use that specific cryptid lore in!

Sagittarius - Do you like to collaborate?

Yes! I've collaborated on fics with a few different people. And I like it when people share ideas that they think might work in my original projects!

Virgo - Describe your favorite tropes.

Oh my, where to begin... found family, not-quite-human characters, unexpectedly soft male characters, past trauma, long term captivity, humans being inhuman, 'monstrous' characters who are actually the kindest, teasing huge plot twists, complicated family dynamics...the list goes on!

Thank you for the ask!

#asks #scrapbook of the unexplained #jim mcbride #lina shaw #matti brinkerhoff #will bauer

[dailyaudiobiblechronological]

6/1/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription

Psalm 119:89-176

Today is the very first day of June. You're listening to Daily Audio Bible Chronological, and I'm Jill, welcome. If you're brand new here, welcome. We're so glad, glad that you're here. If you're not brand new, welcome. We're so glad that you're here, no matter how you got here. I'd love to hear the story, by, the way, but maybe some other time we can do that. Today we're reading Psalm chapter 119 verses 89 through 176. This week we'll be reading it in the New Living Translation. And if you are brand new or fairly new here, we do jump around translations from week to week. And that is because it is hard to choose one translation to go through the entire Bible in a year when there are so many translations. And this in some small way, gives us a little bit of a chance to use the different translations from week to week. And it's important because we hear things so differently through different translations that we might normally just skate right past on by or glaze over, but they really sort of grab us when we hear them through different translations. So this week New Living Translation, let's jump in Psalm 119, verse 89.

Prayer

Father, we thank you for your word today. And I pray that the desire of our hearts would mimic the words that we read today. That we would love your ways, that your ways, your thoughts would be what we ultimately reach for. That desire would burn within us. That would be our goal. That we would want the things that are pleasing to you far greater than we want the things that are pleasing to us. The things that are pleasing to us bring us temporary satisfaction. They are often false comforters. But you, God, offer us the great comfort, the Holy Spirit. So we thank you today for this reminder through your word that we would love you and long to live lives pleasing to you, not just to make you proud of us, but to represent you well. That your name would be great in all of the Earth because we are representatives of your love, of your goodness, of your righteousness, and not just with our ideas, our ideas of what morality looks like, but your words that go far past our intellect, that go far past our awareness. So I pray, Father, that you would shake us to the core for the things that you love. Shake us to the core for the things that you hate. Shake us to the core for the things that break your heart so that we would live different lives, and that ultimately your love would be the beacon of light blinking from the Lighthouse in the complete darkness. May it be so we ask these things now in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.

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Community Prayer Line

Good morning, DABC Family. This is walking in truth from Florida and I am calling in today to just lift Chicago Peg up in prayer. Peg, I wanted to let you know that my heart went out to you. I could just hear the pain in your voice and I was just moved with compassion. And as you were speaking, sharing your story, I was so encouraged because when you shifted your voice and your thoughts from your pain to God, your whole countenance was uplifted. I could hear it in your voice. And it was so encouraging. And isn't that just like God? When we shift our eyes from our problems, our circumstances here on Earth and we shift our focus of God, everything changes. So I just want to encourage you to continue to focus on God and watch him do what he will with this circumstance. So dear Heavenly Father, we just thank you that you are Jehovah. You knit us together in our mother's womb. You've created us. You made us. You know what's working and what's not, and you know how to fix it. So, Lord, just be with Chicago Peg, and I pray that you would heal her completely from the inside out, give the doctors wisdom and discernment to know how to treat her so that she has complete healing without any further issues. And we ask this in Jesus's name, Amen.

Good morning, DABC family. This is Samantha from Tennessee. I just wanted to lift up a couple of friends and prayers. I want to lift up Jamie's parents. Father, you know exactly what's going on in their world and how everything seems to be falling apart, but I pray that we see your hand in it. I pray that they would have the peace to trust you and know that you are going to take care of them and that when I look back on this time, they would see your goodness, Father. But in this moment, I also pray that you carry them and lift them up and encourage them because I know that you care. I also want to pray for Chicago Peg. Father, I pray that you first of all miraculously heal her, but as well as that give her the mental and emotional strength to endure this pain that she's been feeling in her arm. I pray that you would give her supernatural strength to have patience and persistence and that you would bring people around her to help her and have compassion for her. In Jesus name, Amen.

Big Joe calling from Barrie, Ontario. I'm calling today to pray for Peggy in Chicago and the chronic pain that she's feeling in her arm. Pain is so dishabilitating. It really controls. It's a horrible thing to live without day and day support. I just pray for Peggy and her physical body, the pain that she's feeling. I just pray that you'll give her the ability to endure and that medical and your healing power would just be on her body door, that she would no longer have to endure the daily pain that she is feeling 24/7. So I'm not sure what medically is wrong, but you're the great physician that heals and I know that you know. So I just lift Peggy up and I pray for her pain that that would be diminished so that she can focus on other aspects of life and not be controlled by the ongoing pain. I give thanks for this. Your precious name.

Hi, this is Tracy, the site nurse in North Carolina. A few weeks ago, I heard someone call in requesting prayer for family members who have been pulled toward crystals and new age religion. Dear Lord, I pray for these people that have been pulled toward new age religions or other nonchristian religions things of this world Lord that are not of you and I pray that you will work in their lives and in their hearts and you will send people into their life to point the weight to you. I pray that you will open their eyes and they will see the truth and they will come to you or come back to you and make everything right with you. God I just pray for these people in the strong mighty name of Jesus, amen.

DABC Family this is Brady from Northern Virginia. I want to pray for Miguel from Canada father pray for that young man. He seek your will and he turned all over to you that he not get frustrated when he's at school and sin happens and he recognizes that it happens and that he works towards changing that behavior. Father give the young man the heart to seek you the courage to seek you and the love to emanate from him so others will see that he is different. He is set aside. Thank you, Jesus for your love, Miguel. Keep praying in your precious name. We pray Jesus name Amen.

[collymore]

A people odiously poisoned by the adulation of monarchy can never attain social freedom and equality!

By Stanley Collymore           More daily Windsor propaganda!     Don't they ever get sick of it?     Propaganda much worse     than that of the Joseph Goebbels era,     but quite distinctively, German all the     same in its undeniably characteristic     and evidently indoctrinizing concept;     so Josef Goebbels would have been     quite impressed effectively, by what     these Windsors are basically, doing;     knowing besides, they're all of them     on both sides undoubtedly German!     Furthermore, the Daily Mail that is a     literally principal player in all of this,     and most evidently too, with its still     discernibly ongoing and very proud     and actually racist Nazi credentials     was very unquestionably a staunch     supporter of, and advocate for Das     Dritte Reich literally throughout the     whole duration of World War 2 and     still obviously, earnestly wishes for     the clearly unhampered recurrence     of the same autocratic Nazi Jahre!           (C) Stanley V. Collymore     25 December 2023.             Author's Remarks:     Thanks, I say most ironically Daily Mail, for yet more vile, pointless and mindboggling, totally sycophantic articles about these Windsor spongers! Which unquestionably readily prompts from me, as someone who avowedly does believe in democracy, why don't the Daily Mail, its hired hacks, equally those who're seconded from the Windsors' PR teams to the Daily Mail, as well as those self- evidently in the employment of Buckingham Palace and who maintain the financially bribery list on which the Daily Mail is undoubtedly and quite staunchly located on; why with the lot of you so enamoured with the quite useless Windsors, and rather attendant so with your trolls and the surfeit of distinctly sycophantic serfs who likewise obviously do, not simply and happily on your own fund the Windsors' lavish lifestyle! Simply go ahead and do so, as I have no problem at all with that. But you don't or won't will you?         And most sickeningly so your cheerleaders at the Daily Mail are among the worst offenders of this hate-inducing, racist, Nazi rag the Daily Mail among the worst offenders, as far as being serial and undoubtedly very serious tax avoiders where the UK is concerned; with the billions of Pounds Sterling that the Daily Mail's owners routinely make off you gullible, dim-witted, brainwashed and highly intellectually challenged, likeminded racist morons, being routinely ploughed into off shore bank accounts, and in most ironically of places, several Caribbean destinations.         Leaving it to the poor saps in the UK to actually fund the Windsors' various work avoidance schemes; while ignorant as well of the fact that the Daily Mail continues to avidly support a medievally feudal, Middle Ages system of populace control that's wholly incompatible with the principles of democracy, equality of opportunity, meritocracy, societal recognition; and the  inalienable right to constructively and profitably, altruistically exploit one's own abilities; quite unhindered in doing so, regardless of one's race or biological ethnicity!         Cap doffing at its most sycophantic! A people aptly poisoned by the fatuous adulation of a quite pointless monarchy in the 21st Century can never seriously expect to obviously, realistically be granted, or ever allowed to attain social freedom and equality!         What utter mugs, these British lowlifes with no real meaningful lives of their own are - basically standing for hours to wave to total strangers who essentially literally couldn't care less about them. Cap doffing at its most sycophantic. And basically, those who worship these Windsors are quite undoubtedly not normal, and effectively really sick!

#stupidity

[wellthatwasaletdown]

It's weird how the Taylor Russell haters find their way here when the mod doesn't hate her. Have all the blogs on here that automatically loathe all his gfs closed down? I know a lot of Larries are inactive since Louis called them out.

I find that strange too bc the harries I still follow are nothing but kind towards Taylor. In fact, they are actually quite protective of her saying they aren't going to allow what happened to Olivia happen to Taylor. They constantly praise her. The only negative comments I have seen were from tonight on the DM (daily mail) bc I wanted to read what the gp was saying about Harry's hair.

The #1 comment is "Or he’s getting a hair transplant…" There were a few of those & then the typical larrie type of comment. I've added a few below. I no longer follow any larries but I'm pretty sure one or two of these were made by them.

I know a gayman when I see one.

We went from seeing a future together, meeting the family because it’s very serious to this “just having fun together”. Choose a narrative an stick to it if we’re supposed to believe in this PR circus.

for gawds sake stop this! he is G 4 YYYY

You can still spot him from a mile away.

But now everyone knows he's shaved his head... So he's lost his anonymity. False beard and wig Harry.

He does what “they” tell him to.

Can we stop pretending that he isn't into dudes?

Beautiful brave boy. One day they will understand. Keep being you and never change

He looks like a very tatty art gallery.No class whatsoever. !!!!!! And then there was this reply: Tattoos tell a story, love you Harry

Anyway, I had a good laugh at the last one. Not the actual comment, but the reply. Sorry so long mod, I know how much you hate these.

I just wanted to point out larries are still very active. It's sad. idk what it's going to take to stop them. Louis has spelled it out for them, but they are too proud to admit they were wrong. They have shipped them for so long they don't know how to stop.

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[ofwrxth]

BASICS

Name: Mason Archer 

Age & Birthday: 22 & August 24, 2000 

Gender/Pronouns: cis man / he & him 

Birthplace: Charlotte, North Carolina 

Time in Atlanta: 3 weeks

Neighborhood: Center Hill

Association: None

Occupation: The Daily Drip Barista 

Positive traits: Adaptable, Adventurous, Confident, Tenacious, 

Negative traits: Bitter, Cocky, Reactive, Sarcastic

Faceclaim:  Wolfgang Novogratz

ABOUT

Mason was born in Charlotte, North Carolina to a sixteen year old Emily Porter. When his grandparents found out she was pregnant, and with someone from Center Hill no less, they gave her an ultimatum that she either get rid of the baby or move to Charlotte with her grandparents. And, under no circumstances, was she supposed to have contact with the child’s father.

It wasn’t easy being unwanted from early on but his mom always made sure Mason knew she wanted him and that’s what mattered. Even if his grandparents would make snide remarks or anytime he had an outburst in school would shake their heads. He could hear them telling his mom he would end up like his father if he didn’t straighten out. He hated how they talked to her and would do his best to make her proud.

When he was eight years old, his mom was working at an investment firm as an office admin and began a romance with Eric Archer, a well-to-do businessman who had his eyes on Emily. It seemed picturesque at first, the wedding, the baseball games, the family outings. Mason finally had a dad, his mom finally had a husband. They were a happy family. Until it wasn’t.

Behind the smooth talking, suit-clad facade, Eric was just as bad as anyone from Center Hill. He would call his mom names, criticize her appearance and if a deal ever fell through, Mason’s mom wouldn’t come out of her room until the swelling went down. 

During this time, Mason began to have trouble in school. He was a decently good student but trouble at home made him act out. And when he acted out and his step dad heard about it, well, they’d call out of school for him the next few days. He’s caught the flu. Oh no, it’s just a stomach bug. This fever is persistent!

Mason should’ve gone to college, he wanted to but he couldn’t bring himself to leave his mom with him. He did online courses and worked different jobs to compensate because Eric refused to pay for him to go to bargain bin college. If he wasn’t going to try, Eric wasn’t going to pay.

He was finishing up his degree in computer science and had several internships lined up when he finally went too far. Once Mason had grown, his step dad became more careful around him given his size. But one night he walked in on Eric screaming at his mom, throwing things at her and he snapped. He should’ve done something sooner and everything bubbled over in that one moment that changed his life forever. His step-dad ended up in the hospital, and he ended up in prison for two years, the charges only lessened because his mom begged Eric to drop them. And he did, under one condition, that she take out a restraining order against him when he got out. 

Mason got out of prison and couldn’t go home or contact his mom without the threat of police intervention. His grandparents only let him stay with them for a few weeks before Eric pressured them to give him the boot as well. He’s not safe. He had nowhere to go except for a friend’s couch for a few months before he got a letter in the mail from his mom. Enclosed was a handwritten note that said: I’m sorry. Your father might still be in Atlanta. With it was a faded photo of a teenage Emily and a blonde boy, accompanied by his mother’s familiar scrawl at the bottom of the picture: Ryan Cross.  

Without any family willing to take him in and funds running low, Mason headed to Atlanta. He's currently renting out a room in a shotgun house in Center Hill and has just got a job at the Daily Drip. He’s got no idea if his bio dad is still there or what he’ll do if he finds him, but it’s something.

#atl intro. #mason atl intro.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

254 of 2023

A Achievements:

I came back to my work after brain incident, kept the same job for the last 9 years, got the university degree, got married.

Age:

I’m still 32, about to be 33 next month.

Are you planning something right now?

No, I came back home, it’s evening.

Arizona or Alaska:

I don’t care about the US.

B Birthdate:

1990.

Build:

My body? I’m long and narrow. Kinda slender.

Babies, do you have any?

Do our cats count as babies?

Blonde or Brunette:

I have dark hair, but shit happens.

C Childhood sweetheart:

I didn’t have any.

Current mood:

Content, but a bit tired.

Children, are there more in your future?

There are none in my furure, past and present.

Coke or Pepsi:

Coke, but I honestly can’t taste the difference.

D Dad’s name:

Stefaan.

Dating anyone:

I’m married.

Do you plan on having lots of money?

WTF. I’m happy with what I have and proud to be (upper) working class.

Dogs or cats:

Miauwtjes. I’m definitely a cats person.

E Elementary School:

Lombardsijde.

Eye color:

Grey.

Ever going to China?

Why would I?

Early or Late:

Early.

F First Crush:

Probably Jay, but I’m not sure anymore.

Fears:

Death, failure, losing.

Future goals:

To be happy and healthy.

Funny or Serious:

You’d better know when it’s time to be funny and when it’s time to be serious. It’s called emotional maturity.

G Grandparent’s names:

Sofie, Joris, Stephanie and Johan.

GPA:

Belgium doesn’t do GPA. We have percentage scores here.

Going anywhere this weekend?

I go somewhere almost every day.

Giver or Taker:

I’m more of a giver, if that’s the question.

H High School:

Our education system doesn’t work like that.

Hair color:

Brown.

Hate anyone for life?

Nope, it’s stupid.

Hairspray or Gel:

Hair wax.

I In 8th grade, who was your best friend?

Our education system is entirely different.

Is ignorance bliss?

No, ignorance hurts others.

Is there anything you wanna share?

I’m sleepy and I’m saving a back up from my phone.

Ice Cream or Cake:

No, thanks.

J Jumped rope for fun:

...and?

Junk around you right now?

I don’t know how about you, but I keep my space fairly clean.

Joining anything anytime soon?

No? Weird question.

January or July:

July, the best month of a year, together with June.

K Killed anyone:

This question is so dumb I’m not even gonna answer it.

Keeping a secret?

Doesn’t everyone in some way?

Kicking someone off your top friends today?

Lolwut?

Kiwi or Apple:

Neither.

L Lost anyone close to you:

Yes, my beloved grandma died of lung cancer 12 years ago.

Last kiss, when and who:

An hour ago, my husband.

List 3 people that you’ll love forever:

My parents and my sister.

Lover or Fighter:

Both, in some sense.

M Middle School:

Our education system doesn’t work like that.

Marital Status:

Married.

Mom’s name:

Ellen.

Music or TV:

Music.

N Northernmost state you’ve been to:

I’ve never been to any state.

Nickname:

Jelle.

Name your future boy and girl:

No children, thanks.

Naughty or Nice:

I don’t really understand what this choice is about.

O Opened a piece of mail that wasn’t yours?

No, it’s awful.

Occupation:

Rail electrician.

Owe anyone money:

Not that I know of.

Outgoing or Shy:

Why are these always put together?

P Place you most want to be?

My hometown.

Purposely destroyed someone’s life?

What kind of person are you? This is disgusting.

Planning a major trip?

To my parents soon, I hope.

Pink or Black?

Black, but sometimes it goes well with pink.

Q Quit a class:

Once or twice.

Quickly…the first word to come to mind:

Godverdomme.

Quitting your job soon?

Why would I quit a job I love and I’m very good at?

Quiet or Loud:

Quiet.

R Riding in an airplane:

What about it?

Ride, tell me about yours:

I take trains every day.

Running for any political office in the future?

You kidding me. I’m not even remotely interested.

Rain or Snow:

Neither, omg. I’m sick of rain already.

S Siblings names and ages:

Julie, 28.

Shoe size:

European, it varies between 41 and 43, depending on the brand.

Shave daily?

Every other day, to be precise. I’d rather have a smooth face than show my stupid facial hair.

Shower or Bath:

Shower, it’s quicker.

T Turning 21 was (will be):

21 isn’t any milestone in Europe.

Texas, ever been?

No, never been to the US.

Think you’ll live to be 100?

I’m not overthinking it.

Tame or Wild:

In between.

U Unique quality about you:

My handwriting.

Underwear on?

No. You asked for it.

Under your bed lies:

Travel suitcases.

Under or Over:

WTF is this question about?

V Virgin?

No, I’m not.

Vacation time left?

It’s barely April.

Voting in the next Presidential election?

Lol I live in a kingdom.

Volleyball or Swimming:

Neither.

W Went white water rafting?

What is that even?

Wearing right now:

Black hoodie, black wide leg trousers, black platform boots.

Write a sentence about you:

Mijn naam is Joeri en ik hou van jullie allemaal.

West Coast or East Coast:

I’m European.

X X-Rays in the past month:

None.

X-Mas plans:

Visiting my parents.

X, does it mark the spot?

...what?

X-Tina or Britney?

I couldn’t care less.

Y You lost “it” when?

With consent, at the age of 24. Without consent, at the age of 12. This is the reason of all my self-disgust.

Your favorite song:

Shared it in many surveys already.

Your favorite place on Earth:

Middelkerke <3

Yes or No:

Yes, but no.

Z Zodiac Sign:

Taurus.

Zodiac Sign:

You didn’t hear well enough?

Zippos are neat, agree?

What are they even?

Zoo or Circus:

Neither.

#survey #q&a survey #categorised survey

[arpov-blog-blog]

Michael Moore thinks that despite the polling and the right leaning mainstream media that seems to regurgitate GOP talking points, there will be a 'Blue Tsunami' election day. Here is more on his thinking...."This is who we are. And we should take heart that everyone like Luke — who represents the true majority of Americans — are voting early right now. They are sending in or dropping off their mail-in ballots right now. And they are going to vote en masse on November 8th!

Hate loses. And if you don't believe that, then start fighting with all the love you have inside you for these next 2 weeks. Convince just one person you know who usually doesn’t vote to vote just this one time. “Adopt a Nonvoter!” There are over 15 million of you who are reading or have access to this Midterm Tsunami Truth right now. You subscribe (free and paid) to my Substack where there have been 5.4 million reads of these daily Truths since I began posting them 4 weeks ago. You follow me on social media. You are a regular listener to my podcast (nearly 40 million downloads to date). You are a massive force to be reckoned with. If just 10% of you convinced just one friend or family member to vote, that’s an extra 1.5 million votes! Trump won in 2016 by just 77,000 votes in the three states that put him over the top in the Electoral College. Each of you, in just this one very small way, can move a mighty mountain in these final two weeks. 

You have to believe! You have to know the real and loving America you live in. Re-read the tweet from Luke above. Stop listening to those who are working overtime to depress and lessen the Democratic vote. They are banking on your cynicism and despair. Don’t be their puppet! Resist! Trust that love usually wins out in the end. Stand up today and do something to make this happen. If you can’t stand up for this crazy, flawed, amazing country, then can you please just stand up for yourself? For your own dreams and desire to live a life that seeks Justice and Peace and a fair shake for everyone? A life not controlled by the company, the boss, the neighborhood association who just told you they don’t like the garden you’ve planted or the color you’ve painted your shutters. There are scoundrels on this ballot who plan to cut your Social Security and Medicare. Who are going to cut funds to your child’s school. Who are going to turn your public library over to a profit-making corporation in order to “save money.“ Their agenda is to make your life harder as they line the pockets of their wealthy donors. Don’t think for a minute they plan to stop with regulating uteruses and deciding who you can marry. They are overflowing with hate and anger and the fear of losing their Caucasian Patriarchy. Don’t think for one second that they wouldn’t kill, metaphorically or literally, to preserve their authority over you.

So please encourage all who you know to stand up — for their own dignity, for this last chance to save what we have, to do it for those who came before us, who gave their lives, who suffered through poverty to give us a chance, my grandmother, desperate to feed her children, who went door to door in the nicer neighborhood of Flint and offered to iron their clothes for a dime. 

I do it for her. And for you. I do it with Luke who wrote that tweet saying he’d be proud to have an asylum-seeking immigrant family living next to him. 

I do it for us, the majority. "

[brasskingfisher]

Ding dong the witch is dead!

Just a friendly reminder that today (8th April) is the day that Margaret Thatcher died in 2013. So how did you spend dead Maggie day?

#poltics #uk politics #ding dong the witch is dead #rust in hell Maggie Thatcher #dead maggie day #proud to be what the daily mail hates

[pansyslut]

hidden letters

summary: astoria finds letters you and draco wrote to each other in the past, not knowing how deep your love for each other truly was

warnings: a little angst, a little fluff, slight cheating

gif: @animeglitch

flipping through the hidden chest of letters, astoria looks at each of them suspiciously, having never seen them before. each marked with a date and nothing more, she’s hesitant to prod into her husbands secret mail. sighing, she lets her curiosity get the best of her and opens it marked with a number one.

november 2, 2002

dear y/n,

well shit, she thought. this was her hint to turn back now. this was her clue to not gaze any further and let the letters be...

i know i shouldn’t be writing you. i know we agreed to let things be and keep everything between us... but i cant. i miss you dearly– more than i can put into words. i miss waking up in the mornings with you by my side. i miss being excited to go home knowing that you’ll be there waiting for me. i miss your laughs and our deep talks and your unwavering joy, flooding through the house with you laughter and presence. i miss you. i understand if you don’t write back. but i thought you should know that i still think about you daily and the time we had shared did not go wasted. you have forever made an impact on my heart and i thank you for that. i hope for me to always be apart of you as you are to me.

sincerely,

draco

feeling a tear fall from her face, she looks down to see the few droplets how hitting the paper and leaving marks on the now smudged ink. astoria knew that him and y/n had a hidden relationship for a short period of time but she never knew the extent of it. she had always liked her when you all were in school. a fellow slytherin- yet not slytherin at all as you radiated positivity like any other hufflepuff. but she was shocked to see how draco was so keen on you. draco is the complete opposite– always dark and gloomy, rarely ever having a smile on his face. reaching down to grab the second letter, she opens it to find it was written by draco yet again.

november 17, 2002

dear y/n,

i lied. and i’m sorry. i lied when i wrote that i would understand if you didn’t write back. because as i watch the window for your letter in hopes for it to arrive, i realize now that i was wrong. for whatever this is worth, i’m throwing myself out on a limb here. if you want nothing to do with me then i understand i will respect that. but please let me know if you are alright.

sincerely,

draco

november 22, 2002

dear draco,

i’m sorry too. i should’ve replied but we both know deep down that this is wrong. you are to be married. married to a good woman, who will help provide and keep your family name strong and intact. i don’t hate you for it. i wish i could but i don’t. you will be a good husband to her, i have no doubt. she will bare children and you will be happy... at least that’s what i keep telling myself. i need you to be happy. i need to know that we didn’t throw away what we had for nothing. so please dray, make it mean something. if not for me than for your fiancé. i miss you too.

sincerely,

y/n

astorias heart aches as she reads the last few sentences. she wants to hate you for loving her husband but she can’t blame you. and you had even wrote than you wanted her to be happy and for draco to be a good husband. what kind of woman does that? what kind of woman lets her man be taken by another? a respectable one. there is no distaste in astorias heart even if it still stung.

december 1, 2002

dear y/n,

you have no idea how big of a grin i have right now. if anyone were to walk in they’d probably think i was finally losing it. i might be actually. i’m so glad to hear from you. i want to know everything. fill me in on all that i’ve missed.

as you know, i’m set to be married in a month. i dread the day as it comes closer and closer and i wish there was something i could do about it. astoria is constantly poking and prodding about wedding this, wedding that, it’s driving me crazy. it only makes me think of you and our stupid dream to run away and have elvis marry us. my mother would throw the biggest tantrum it would’ve been amazing if we went through with it.

p.s. have i mentioned i’m glad you answered and that i miss you?

yours,

draco

yours... the bitter word sits in her brain. as she reads through the letters it is becoming more and more apparent and how draco would never truly be hers. you would always be sitting in the back of his brain.

december 18, 2002

dear dray,

haha very funny. i bet before i even got to the alter your mother would have sliced off my head. and don’t get cross with astoria, you know she’s doing this for her family as well. i do think a part of her will care for you. i don’t see how she couldn’t. remember to pick and choose your battles and remember “happy wife happy life”. and i’m sure astoria could also just as easily slice off your head as well– be sure to remember that.

you’re getting married in a week. i don’t know how we’ve got to this point but we have nonetheless. be good to her. i know you will. make your family proud. that’s all you’ve ever wanted to do and this is your chance.

p.s. i’m a little butt hurt i didn’t get an invite but whatever

astoira shoved each of the letters into the envelopes, not being able to read anymore. there were still hundreds more scattered throughout the chest but it was no use. her husband loved another. she obviously knew he didn’t love her. no matter how many failed attempts of being a sweet, competent wife, she was met time and time again with nothing but a stone cold glare.

shoving the chest back into its spot, she starts pacing the room. after a few minutes, hey eyes catch a half written letter laying on his desk.

october 12, 2005

dear y/n,

you are the love of my life. i’m sorry for throwing that away. i intend to fix this. i’m done trying to please my family while losing myself in return. i’m not a scared little boy anymore. i am going to leave astoria and return to my rightful wife. i’ve been with her for three years and neither of us our happy. it’s always been you, y/n. whenever i fall short, you’re there to pick me up. whenever i have doubts, you’re the one slapping the back of my head muttering how mach of an idiot i am. i love-

and that’s where it ended. astoria didn’t know if he stopped whether it was due to no ink or being preoccupied or having a change of heart, but she knew he was right. none of this was how it was meant to me. and she was going to fix it.

#astoria greengrass #astoria x draco #astoria greengrass x draco malfoy #draco malfoy #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fic #draco fluff #draco angst #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco x female reader

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

🎄 DBH Advent Calendar 2021 🎄

By @chaos-thirium

Connor never felt that he’d rather be human than android. He was proud of what he was, and how far his people had come in just a matter of weeks. Still, he did sometimes find himself wishing for a few human traits, the ability to eat and drink being chief among them. This had first come up during Thanksgiving. He’d enjoyed cooking a proper seasonal meal for Hank and a few of Hank’s friends, and had been surprised to find himself wistful that he couldn’t try any of it. Licking substances to analyse their chemical make-up just wasn’t the same. Now that December was approaching, he just knew Christmas was going to make him feel the same way.

He and Hank had recently solved a robbery case, (fortunately, there wasn’t always a homicide to deal with), and the eight-year-old daughter of the affected family had gifted Hank a chocolate advent calendar as a thank you. Hank had laughed, saying he hadn’t had an advent calendar since he was a kid, and had sincerely thanked the little girl. Now the calendar was sitting on his desk, waiting for December 1st.

Connor, confused by the whole thing, had researched advent calendars, and had been charmed by the idea of a daily treat to countdown to Christmas. If only he could eat chocolate. His research told him that when advent calendars had first appeared, there had just been a picture behind each numbered window, but the concept had fallen out of fashion as kids decided that chocolate was way more interesting. An old-fashioned advent calendar was impossible to find. He tried not to let it get to him, but he was disappointed. With picture calendars, androids could join in with human traditions too. He was sure that if demand was high enough, android-friendly treats would become available in future years, but there were more important things to figure out first. Android freedom was less than a month old. Connor knew that, and he shoved his disappointment deep down where it wouldn’t interfere with things that mattered more. He had plenty more Decembers ahead of him, and he still had so much to learn about human holidays, including the imminent winter ones. It wasn’t all that important. It really wasn’t.

He felt quite annoyed with himself that the disappointment lingered. After some introspection, he realised it was because he felt left out. Hank would hate it if he knew, so Connor continued to keep it to himself, feeling mildly frustrated at how illogical emotions were sometimes. He was still getting used to them, and they kept surprising him in a multitude of ways. The lack of control he had over them was the hardest to deal with, but he was getting better at it. At least he could keep them hidden behind his poker face. Or so he thought.

Unbeknownst to him, somebody noticed his fascination with the advent calendar, and the subsequent disappointment, and decided to do something about it. When Connor came to work on December 1st, trying to tackle his mixed feelings as he did so, he found an envelope on his desk.

He spotted it right away, and a slight frown creased his brow. It was rare to see paper documents around the station. Puzzled, he picked it up, seeing his name printed in block capitals on the front. There was no note, nothing to indicate who it was from. He was cautious as he opened it, (being a prominent figure in the revolution, he got his fair share of threats and hate mail), pulling out a thick sheet of double-layered card. On the front was a wintery scene of figures playing in the snow, and he noted that several of them had LEDs on their right temple. A quick scan revealed that it was hand-painted, a mixture of pen and acrylic paints. Scored into it were twenty-four little squares, each neatly numbered. His Thirium pump seemed to skip as he realised what he was holding.

“What’s that?” Hank asked on cue.

“It’s...an advent calendar,” he said, too surprised to react much.

Hank glanced at him in confusion, coming around their desks so he could see for himself.

“Huh. Never seen one like that before.”

“It’s a traditional one, with pictures instead of chocolate.”

“Cool. Where’d you get it?”

Connor turned the calendar over, seeing no artist’s signature on the front or back. “I think it’s a gift,” he said, hearing the confusion in his own voice. “But who would have…?”

“Maybe Lily Porter,” Hank surmised.

“An eight-year-old couldn’t have painted this.”

Hank’s eyes widened a touch. “Shit, it’s hand-painted? Guess someone really likes you, Connor. You gonna open day one, or what?”

Feeling a flare of joyful anticipation, Connor found the window labelled 1 and gently prized it open with his fingernails. Behind it was a tiny painting of a Beagle wearing a Santa hat, and he felt himself light up with delight as he saw it.

“It’s a dog!”

Hank chuckled at his tone.

Connor looked closer, spotting something written on the inside of the flap. It was the word ‘Please’ in identity-concealing capitals.

“I think they’re sending me a message,” he reported. “Should I open the rest?”

“No!” Hank answered, slightly scandalised. “You gotta be patient. That’s part of the fun.”

“I don’t understand who…”

“Connor,” Hank cut across, ironically with a tone of declining patience. “You don’t have to understand everything right away. I bet they’ll say who they are by day 24. Just roll with it, okay?”

Connor took a few seconds to struggle with his built-in drive to discover all hidden truths before he relented with a nod. Hank was right. Opening all the windows of the calendar on the first day would ruin the entire point.

He proudly propped it up against his noticeboard, sitting down to begin his day’s work. He found his gaze drifting to it every few minutes, each time for a different reason: confusion about the message, confusion about the sender, admiration for the artwork, delight at the fact that he had a calendar of his own, the warm glow of being included. It was a lot to take in, but he didn’t mind. He relished it, in fact, even if emotions wereoverwhelming sometimes.

It became the morning routine, to come into work with Hank, and for them both to sit down and open their advent calendars. Hank would have his daily piece of chocolate with his first cup of coffee, and Connor would admire the tiny paintings behind each new window. (The chocolate pieces were so small, he didn’t begrudge Hank the sugar intake.) Each day had shown him a painting of a dog in a Santa hat, a different breed every day.

(“How did they know I like dogs?” he’d mused aloud on day four.

Hank had snorted. “You work with a bunch of cops. You have five pictures on your noticeboard, and three of ‘em are of Sumo. Don’t think it was hard to figure out!”)

By day eight, the message spelled out by a single word on the back of each window read ‘Please accept this festive gift as my apology’, which had only served to intrigue him further. He couldn’t think of anyone who needed to apologise to him.

His gaze fell on Gavin Reed, who was actually sitting up properly in his chair for once. Gavin was someone who should apologise, but who probably wouldn’t. As someone who held anti-android sentiments, he was finding the new, more equal Detroit difficult to navigate. Connor was sure he’d come around if he wanted to keep his job, but so far all he’d done was get suspiciously quiet where he would have been mouthing off before. It was an improvement, but far from an acknowledgement of past bad behaviour. He likely wasn’t the gift-giver.

Connor was actively trying not to dedicate too much processing power to figuring out who it was, since he suspected Hank was right, and that would spoil the fun. He couldn’t help speculating, though. It was in his nature, and deviancy wouldn’t change that. It had to be someone at the DPD, since that was the only place he could have been overheard talking about advent calendars. Whoever it was, he hoped they enjoyed seeing him smile every time he opened up a new window and found a new dog painting.

(They did.)

December seemed to pass in a flash, and it wasn’t long at all until the 23rd arrived. Connor was organised for Christmas, having bought presents for Hank and his friends at the new Jericho settlement. He was sure North would turn her nose up at human traditions, but he’d bought her something anyway. It was nice to have wages, and to have people to spend them on. He’d also bought something for his mystery calendar creator. Since he didn’t know anything about them, he’d stuck with a safe, gender-neutral Poinsettia plant that he’d hidden under his desk in the hope that he’d soon know who to give it to.

The message, twenty-three days in, now read ‘Please accept this festive gift as my apology for not being a good human ally when I could have been. Can we be’. Connor was 99.8% certain that the following day’s word was going to be ‘friends’. Whoever it was, they had made a thoughtful and beautiful effort to make amends, and he wasn’t one to bear grudges. Getting a new friend for his first Christmas was quite the gift. He didn’t have many. Androids and humans alike were still wary of him.

Hank was almost as eager to find out who it was, having been given daily updates on the pictures and the message. Connor knew Christmas was a tough time of year for him without Cole, and he appreciated Hank making an effort not to drag the mood down. In return, Connor was trying to find ways to lift Hank’s spirits without being pushy, and he was looking forward to using his ignorance of human holidays as an excuse to get Hank to engage in games and activities. It was a win-win: neither of them would be lonely.

Christmas Eve dawned, and Connor was up early, keen to head into work and open the final window on his advent calendar. The bullpen was busy when he arrived, as the officers on the night shift were getting ready to leave. He nodded to those he knew and went to his desk. Hank wouldn’t be in for at least an hour or two, which was a vast improvement on his noon arrivals from before the revolution.

With a little excited buzz racing through his artificial veins, he sat down and reached for the calendar, its main picture now broken up by an array of dog breeds. Window 24 was bigger than the others, and he carefully prized it open. When he saw what was beneath it, his face lit up with a wide smile. Like the others, it was a dog wearing a Santa hat, but this time it was unmistakably Sumo, copied from one of the pictures on his noticeboard. As he’d suspected, the final word in the message was indeed ‘friends’.

“Do you like it?”

He turned at the quiet voice, seeing Officer Tina Chen approaching. She looked oddly nervous, despite clearly being tired. It seemed she’d been on the night shift. Connor looked at her in surprise. He didn’t think they’d ever said more than five words to each other.

“You made this?” he asked.

She nodded, cheeks turning a little pink. She fidgeted awkwardly, shrugging. “I like to paint. Y’know…in my spare time.”

“It’s beautiful,” he said sincerely.

She smiled, her blush deepening at the compliment. “Thanks. I, uh…I heard your conversation with Hank and I just threw it together over a few days. I’d been trying to pluck up the courage to say sorry to you, and…this seemed like a good way.”

Connor frowned, tilting his head. “Sorry for what? We’ve barely spoken!”

“Yeah, I know. I felt too ashamed. Before you were a deviant, I just stood by and watched Gavin abuse you. I didn’t know you were alive, but…it still didn’t feel right. I should have said something, found some way to make him stop.”

He stared at her, taken aback. He’d had no idea she felt that way. He didn’t hold it against her. Even he hadn’t known he was alive back then.

“Gavin is your superior,” he said. “I doubt you could have stopped him.”

“He’s my superior, but he’s also my friend,” she shot back. “I should have tried.”

Tina looked so guilty, that he felt an immediate need to reassure her.

“It’s okay. I don’t blame you,” he said warmly. “And I appreciate the effort to make amends. Consider your apology accepted.”

She perked up a bit at that, and smiled again when he reached under his desk and brought out the plant.

“This is for you,” he said, standing to give it to her. “I didn’t know who made the calendar, so I went for something neutral.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Tina said, a slight air of embarrassment surrounding her. “It was a gift.”

“And so is the plant. I’d like to accept your offer of friendship.”

Her smile widened. “Really?”

Connor nodded. “Yes. I’d like it very much. From what I know of you, you’re a kind and considerate person, and I think those are the best kind of people to know.”

She laughed. “Can’t argue with that. Thank you, Connor.”

“Thank you for letting me experience another human tradition.”

She shrugged. “I saw how disappointed you were, and I didn’t like it,” she said matter-of-factly. “Hey, who knows, maybe next year they’ll have figured out how to make chocolate from Thirium.”

Connor visibly recoiled, which seemed to amuse her. “I can’t imagine that tasting good.”

“Me neither, but we can hope.” She looked down at her Poinsettia plant, then back up at him. “I’m going to take this beauty home,” she announced. “And get some sleep before the holidays.”

He nodded in approval, noting that she looked in need of a long nap. “Merry Christmas, Tina.”

She grinned at him. “Merry Christmas, Connor. I hope it’s everything you wish for.”

Connor smiled at her. “I’m sure it will be. It’s gotten off to a great start.”

#DBH Advent Calendar #Detroit Become Human #dbh #Door 22 #no ships #no warnings