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peachy-inserts · 2 years

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leon s. kennedy general hcs pt. 2

✉︎request: saw that your reqs are open so i came to ask for more leon general hcs 😭😭😭 hes just my baby and i miss him

✎a/n: heyyy... just in a silly goofy mood and decided to do these after like. idek. almost a year? im so sorry

✰warnings: none except i like,, mention decapitation and balls (?) not in detail

Leon is incredibly thoughtful. Every move he makes is so well calculated, and it’s unfathomable to imagine how he manages to find every situation’s best possible outcome, even in the most undesirable of circumstances. Hell, even when he can’t find the solution he’s so good at manipulating his environment juuust right to get the results he wants anyways

It’s the same nonchalant attitude despite his many amazing feats that draws people into him. Leon isn’t as social or friendly as he used to be since Raccoon City, but it doesn’t dull his charm nonetheless. He’s scathed and battered, and it shows in his demeanor, yet there’s something about him that people tend to trust

Speaking of trust, he’s not exactly someone who gives his trust to anyone. To be trusted by Leon should amount to being granted immortality, because it basically means you’re entirely redeemable as a person to him. Given the circumstances, he’s built up a pretty thick exterior; being someone who he can rely on is something he holds very deeply. Surely, anyone with such a privilege will be held on a pedestal in his eyes

While he cares deeply, he doesn’t take the time to reach out very often to the people he loves. It’s not a lack of consideration, I mean hey: the guy’s pretty fucking busy. However, he will stand up for them in a heartbeat. Someone’s got something to say about his people? He’s hopping on a private jet and getting ready to shove his foot up their ass, ETA 30 seconds

His job may be cushy and pay well, but he doesn’t have expensive tastes. He never has, it’s not who he was; why would he be any different now? Just not his style. Most of Leon’s money gets stored away and forgotten about, and he continues using the same products he relied on as a reckless twenty something in the academy, penny pinching and experimenting to find the right balance between cheap but still bearable. So, don’t expect him to be spending his paychecks on luxury colognes and professional hair washes, he’s dousing himself in irish spring straight after a shower with plain bar soap

He’s really not a huge fan of working out. He does the bare minimum for work, since it pretty much depends on his physical wellbeing, but he’s never really understood when people talked about the endorphins after exercise. In the ‘off-seasons’, or any period longer than two weeks when he has a minute to breathe and relax, his body softens and he gets a little tummy

One of the things he values is taking good care of his nails. The sight of dirt under his or anyone else’s nails grosses him out more than watching lickers decapitate people… ew. He’ll keep a toothpick on him during missions to clean his nails out when he has a moment to spare, and he’s kind of persistent about it too. The feelings of something there bothers him too much

When it comes to love, Leon’s still just a rookie. He doesn’t have the time or the mental capacity to bother with a relationship, and although he’s definitely had his fair share of passionate or flirtatious encounters, he’s never indulged in something serious… something he can wake up to

One thing is for sure, though: he’s certain of his feelings. Leon isn’t the kind of man to doubt himself or feign confusion to shield his own heart, he knows exactly what he’s feeling. He’s an adult after all, and a professional for God’s sake. Why inconvenience himself with emotional ping pong?

He’s been forced into a position where he’s made to obey, jeopardizing more than just his career if he acts out or speaks up the way he believes he should. He almost feels as if he’s got the whole world in his hands. He admires someone who is unapologetically themselves, who isn’t afraid to use their voice even if they’re wrong, or even if it puts their life in danger. Leon will fall head over heels for someone who has the guts to tell him he’s stupid to his face and who won’t hesitate to throw in all the chips at the chance of justice. He’ll fall in love with someone, though, who fights for those who can’t. There’s nothing sexier than sharing his ideals, because after all, what’s kept him going this far was his desire to be a fucking hero. Not for the glory, wealth, or recognition, but because he really, truly does just want the world to be a better place

He’s not much of the romantic type. That’s not to say he doesn’t do nice things for his partner, because like I said, he’s very thoughtful! But he’s not the man to make dinner reservations at a romantic restaurant, get dressed up for a scenic walk, nothing out of any novel. In his eyes, you love him if you accept him all of the time, and he shouldn’t have to fabricate a setting for you to see his appeal. His idea of romance is being comfortable enough to live freely with him, and not feel controlled by the idea of being in a relationship. If you don’t get what I’m saying, there’s nothing he desires more than being in a relationship where you go unchanged; the label between you two shouldn’t have an effect on your personality

One of the dew things that Leon will indulge in is shoes. A perfectly good outfit can be ruined by a shitty shoe, and he’s got a reputation to uphold… people already talk enough about him. Why not make it out of jealousy with a perfectly polished shoe?

I think he would shave his balls lol

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catboygretzky · 2 years

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i talk a lot of shit about my heinous anons but don’t take responsibility for my heinous responses. anyway here’s a small (re: long) list of my most recent crimes with no context

“call me a calf bc i be sucking slurp slurp”

“Can gritty…… Suck?”

“How much Hobbit porn do you watch“

“call me a crab fucker babbbbayyyy!!!!!! hear that click???? it’s my crab claws grabbing th-”

“covid restrictions have limited his new year’s pegging :(“

“freud has my notifs on so he can rub one off“

“Imgaine…….. You Roleplaying tom and jerry with matthew tkachuk. Matt, sweating, “y,/n, I’m not too sure about this -” He doesn’t finish the sentence bc you have attempted to eat him’

“ok the gritty dick conversation has happened i can admit“

“y'all always come to me with your russian nhler piss kink theories“

“this is ALWAYS a safe space to discourse sid’s bazookas“

“So u can excuse don cherry’s slick omega farts and gretzky finding a spiritual home on a breeding table but it’s the sid barbed dick that gets u”

“not to start more don cherry omega discourse but if the shoe (job as an analyst) fits”

“Is there mud and or slick involved”

“it’s funny bc u know. leaking.“

“sometimes we just need a little break to think about sidney crosby gang bang inducing farts”

“stevie y x y/n but y/n is a tentacled sea creature”

“new discourse, how many eggs can each kraken take”

“so is jagr an alien or does he just have alien eggs in his dick“

i’m not looking through anymore of those asks but u know. i should stop blaming y’all

#heinous anon #elle ramen

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pynkhues · 3 years

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I finally had time to catch up with the recent chapter of What the Sea Wants, the Sea Will Have and it was so so good!! Just wanted to say how much I enjoy and love this story. I'm such a fan of period pieces especially if it's fantasty or pirate like this fic. You're so talented and god I can't wait to read the rest of the story! You're amazing!!

Ah! Thank you so, so much! I’m so thrilled people are enjoying the pirate au because I know it’s a little slow pacing-wise compared to a lot of fics and is such a big deviation from canon! It’s been so fun to build that world though and to re-imgaine the characters within it. Fingers crossed it won’t be too long until chapter 4. :-)

Thank you again!

#what the sea wants the sea will have #fic asks #welcome to my ama #rydersbitch

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whatamessz · 5 years

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The former lives of Murdoc A. Niccals (pt. 1)

Confession first: I still didn’t fully listen to the Hallelujah Monkeyz podcast with Cass Browne, however I picked up the info about Murdoc being reborn again and again into the worst parts of history for his ancestor being a fallen angel or whatever. Since I’m a bit of a history nerd, now that I think about it, THIS SPARKS SO MANY IDEAS FOR REINCARNATION SCENARIOS!!!

Cass said something about Murdoc being important, so I mostly imgaine him being part of historic conflicts. Since his prophecy was supposed to be fulfilled with Plastic Beach, I think he would never have played a major role, but always be closely involved. I also have many questions re: the definition of “worst” and if he is always born as himself, Murdoc Alphonse Niccals, in Great Britain/England? Bc I’d also have a few ideas for if his gender changed through time too or if he could be famous historical figures (Count Saint Germain or Rasputin come to mind). But bc Idk for sure, have a few male-* and eurocentric suggestions in addition to the pics Jamie Hewlett posted on his IG:

Messenger in the Lusitanian War (155-139 B.C.)

The Lusitanians were a Celtic tribe which, tricked by the Roman Empire, was almost slaughtered completely. However, a man named Viriathus survived and gathered a group to retaliate the Romans. They used what today would be called guerilla tactis to weaken the roman army in that region. Eventually, Viriathus send a few of his men to negotiate with the Roman consul Caepio about peace. Caepio bribed the messengers to kill Viriathus and they stabbed him in his sleep. I imagine Murdoc being one of the assassins/traitors (motives are up for debate, but I have various ideas).

Pirates of the North Sea (15th century)

This is very blunt and self-indulgent, but obligatory. While I could’ve picked the ‘Golden Age of Piracy’ (ca. 17th-18th century), I imagine Murdoc being part of the infamous Likedeelers (’equal sharers’) under the lead of Klaus Störtebeker (and various other captains). While the Likedeelers were roughly of german origin, pirates usually came from all over the continent/world. Murdoc formerly was part of a british fleet that got disbanded. Not very loyal and also very broke, he signed up for Störtebeker’s crew of pirates around 1399. The Likedeelers developed from the ‘Victual Brothers’, a fleet hired in the Danish-Swedish war to provide Stockholm with supplies. After the war, they continued seizing hanseatic merchant ships. 1401 Störtebeker and his crew were captured. Rumors are, that a traitor cast molten lead into the controlling chains for the rudder. While the Likedeelers continued their seizings, Störtebeker and his crew were executed. We don’t know if Murdoc found his end among them or if he could fulfill his deal and flee.

Lese Majesty and convict colony in Australia (1787)

This one might be a bit of a stretch, but I can imagine Murdoc way too well to be guilty of Lese Majesty (insult of the head of state) and treason at least once in his reincarnations. Other than that, I paint this phase as an utter failure to even come close to bigger significance. Lese Majesty in Britain wasn’t really considered punishable (by death) anymore since the reign of Charles I. (1625-1649), but crimes like high treason, murder and forgery were. Murdoc, born 1766 as last heir of an impoverished, meaningless and barely noble family, lived his youth in London. Struggling with poverty and hungry for more, he made a living by stealing and later by forging documents that allowed him to make debts on other peoples behalfes. In a milieu of raising rates of criminality (Britain suffered from the effects of industrialization and had just lost it’s northamerican colonies), he ran out of luck and got caught. Bc he cursed on his majesty’s head, he was also convicted for Lese Majesty on top of his other crimes and was imprisoned on a jail ship (these were an actual and very unpleasant thing). Instead of getting hanged, he got with the ‚FirstFleet’ on one of the very first ‘Transports’ to the newly founded ‘Rose Hill’/ Sydney penal colony in New South Wales, Australia in 1787. He probably got severly sick on the long journey to the colony.

So what do you think, how do you like these ideas? Do you want me to continue with a part 2 (ideas so far: companion of Aleister Crowley, World War I, roaring 1920′s in a raging post-war/pre-war Berlin)?

#murdoc niccals #murdoc gorillaz #gorillaz #plastic beach #text post #my fic #it's not a fic but my visions are quite detailed

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yoursweetlittlesixteen-blog · 7 years

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can u write imgaine about ringo and the reader sort of like a highschool au where the beatles and reader are all friends?

Of course! This happened to me not too long ago, I just didn’t have the boys come to my rescue. I hope you enjoy! xx

Prompts are open, everyone. Send some ideas in!

As my eyes flicker around the bustling halls, the sound ofstudents chirping and chiming echo in my ears. A boy leans against locker, hisgaze set on a pretty girl only a few feet away. Small groups of girls walk together,giggling in pride at their silly gossip. A few footballers talk and laugh aboutgod knows what. And there I am, silent, wrapping my arms against my many books.I am completely focused on watching each move of my peers until my ears tune into the familiar sound of a particularly rowdy group of boys approaching me frombehind.

“y/n!!!” they yell.

I turned around to see my four leather clad friends, John,Paul, George, and Ringo sauntering towards me. I smile, “Hello, boys!”

John is the flirt, always going out of his way to impress mein some sort of way. Paul is cheeky and has the “innocent” act down pretty well…though he is definitely quite the opposite. Once you got to know George, he wasa laugh and rather confident, but he was the best listener of the group.Lastly, Ringo. Sweet Richie is the gentlest. He’s sweet and funny, and knowshow to take care of gal.

John strides up to me and proclaims, “WELL let me grab thosefor ya, doll,” as he makes a show out of the fact he’s taking my books. Paultraipses over and places a sloppy kiss on my cheek. “Mornin, love,” he giggles asI roll my eyes. Next, George hops over to me, laughing, and opens his mouth tosay something, as John throws the books he had just taken from me intoGeorge’s arms. He frowns. Richie steps up meekly and asks, “Hey… ‘ave a lot of homeworklast night?”

I clear my throat, slightly distracted by his blue eyes, “Ugh…yes! A few days ago, in English, Ms. Kelly assigned a 50 problem quiz and twoessays. I’ve been working on it through out the week, but… you know anythingabout Geography?” I joke. Richie responds gently, “Well yeah, if ya need any…”

“TA HELL WITH THAT!!!” John cackles, at the top of hislungs, causing Paul and George to erupt with laughter. I start to giggle andlook at Richie, apologizing for the boys’ interruption. The bell’s ring cutsoff the the hyenas’ laughter. They are ping pong off to their respectiveclasses as I call after George, “You forgetting something?”

“OH SHITE!” he scampers over to me and delicately places mybooks in my arms like they’re a small puppy. I laugh and shoo him away, as Islip into my English class. Ms. Kelly talks of nothing important. We do somereading, she gives a lecture, and reminds us that our 50 problem quiz and twoessays are due tomorrow morning. With this, the bell rings one final time, andschool is out for the day!

Kids, anxiously awaiting their arrival home, file into thesterile looking hallways. Many of them, books in hand, hop on a bus. Luckily, Ilive only a few blocks away from school and walk home with Paul, George, Ringo,and John, as we all live on the same street. We all joke around and mess about.It’s our little time to de-stress after school. As I get to my door, Iplayfully yell after them, “You better do your work tonight, ya here?” Theylaugh as they prance away.

I empty my bag full of papers and work onto my bed. Sittingmy stack of books next to my pillow, I plop onto my cozy bed ready to finish myquiz and essays I had already worked so hard on. Grabbing my stack of papers, Isieve through them looking for the test and my mostly finished essays. Notseeing it, I look through the pile again just to make sure I hadn’t missed itlike a fool! This time, panic sets in. If it’s not in the stack, where could itbe? I leap off my bed and make a break for my bag. My panic ensues even more,as I discover my bag is empty. I practically tear my room apart, looking forthese papers. I inform my parents, I frantically run back to the school andsearch, but nothing. My quiz is officially gone.

As the thought of failing creeps into my mind, tears fill myeyes, as I walk down my street, defeated. I walk through my front door,ignoring my parent’s hopeful questions to if I found it, and rush to my room. As soon as my door is slammed shut, I burstinto tears, collapsing on my bed. The sun is down now and there is simply noway I can 1) find a new test, and 2) get it done by tomorrow.

When I feel that ALL HOPE IS LOST, I hear a slight knock atmy window. I look in that direction to see sweet Richie peaking his head intomy room. I hear him faintly say, “Can I come in?” I nod, as I hurriedly wipetears from my cheeks. Richie folds into my room, collapsing on my floor. Igiggle, quietly, as he hops to his feet and brushes off his pants. I look athim with concern, remembering my missing quiz, as he reluctantly steps close tomy bed.

“…I saw you walking down the street, lookin rather upset.What’s wrong, love?”

Everything was silent. I couldn’t seem to hold it in, “Ilost my test!” I burst into tears. Richie scurried to my side, and sat down onmy bed, wrapping his arm around me and running his hands through my hair. “Shhh…”he comforted me. “Ya know you’ve always been such a good student? All the lads,including me, ain’t got anything on you. No matter how hard I try, it seems Iwon’t ever get an A+. You’re just naturally clever.” He waited for a second,sat me up, and looked directly into my eyes, “It may seem like the end of theworld. But in the grand scheme of things… it’s just a test.”

I smiled and Richie wiped a tear from my cheek. His blueeyes were glowing with hope, as he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. Withthis he hopped off my bed and rushed to the window, “I’ll be back!” Then, Iwaited, for what seemed like forever. An hour or so later, I see Richie peakhis head into my room once more. This time, I hear voices coming from belowhim.

I scoot to my window as Richie plops in and I hear, “RINGS,we’re comin on up!” I see Paul begin to climb the the tree that leads to mysecond story window. Behind him are John and George, holding books, papers, andpencils. When they are all finally piled into my room, Paul states, “Alright…y/n, we heard you were in distress.”

“Ringo,” John sneers, “I had a date… this better be good.”

George hits John’s arm and says, “Come on lad… we’re here tohelp y/n. She’s worth missing a date for.”

I smile, as I notice Paul and Richie setting supplies up onmy bed. Richie turns to me and says, “Right. Well we’re gonna ace this test.” Hepulls out an empty copy of the 50 problem quiz, as my eyes light up. “I know it’snot filled up,” he says, “but I do know a little about Geography.”

I run to the Richie and wrap my arms around him in a gianthug, “This is perfect! How did you do it?!”

“Me charm…” George cheekily grins.

Ringo elaborates, “George’s mum sometimes goes to the pubwith Ms. Kelly… he managed to get an extra copy.”

We all laugh at the idea of George’s mum in the pub with ourschool teacher. That entire night, we worked together to re-answer those 50questions, and re-write the two essays. The end result turned out to be betterthan the one I originally completed on my own. And when a few weeks later thelads had to take the test, they got an A+ too.

#The Beatles #John Lennon #Paul McCartney #George Harrison #Ringo Starr #The Beatles Imagines #The Beatles Prompts #The Beatles Ships #The Beatles High School

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mhellowstuff · 7 years

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Itakiss 1 | Episode 11 | Throwback scene Video Spam [ 3/8 ] Their first Christmas together. God always find ways to give them a chance to be alone together. For Kotoko it was a sweet and most of the happiest Christmas ever in her life and Naoki its good to be felt like celebrating this special day with your love ones. --- I always imagined thatbuntil now us a married couple Kotoko and Naoki are still celebrating every year their happy and perfect Christmas, ohh it also hit me and imgained if how many kinds they have now? Yeiiii that was a very promising scene for all of us and hope to see them again. KOTOKO IRIE AND NAOKI IRIE. _________________________ #admin: christmas and new year are done and a little bit sad that I dont have a chance to great you Merry Christmas last year, so this is my way of Greeting you Guys a happy and a Merry Christmas to all of us, let us watch again this Itazura Na Kiss: Love In Tokyo season 1 scene . Hope you guys all liked it, thank you. ♥ please, follow me on my real Instagram account @iammhel1996. Thank u!! #YukiFurukawa #honokamiki #kotokoaihara #naokiirie Warning: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR RE DOWNLOAD THIS VIDEO!!

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xottzot · 7 years

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2017-2(MAR)-2-b--Thursday-2017.

It's very humid outside. It's cloudy, somewhat darkish, but of course proper rain never comes here. -- You think I'm joking? You can see (by the radar imaging) track the rainfall clouds and you can see that just before they arrive at this hellhole, the clouds magically part a lot of the time and a huge gap in the sky just floats past, so that whilst all the areas around might get rain, this hellhole doesn't for the majority all the times. And the after passing this hellhole, teh cluds join up and dump rain elsewhere.

And that's what makes official weather forecasts for this area utterly ridiculous because they're guesstimating all the time for areas nearby which they then blanket forecast will be the same for everywhere nearby....except it's NOT the same. - The same goes for so much crap that goes on with authorities harping back at you if you complain about ANYTHING, because they'll state that because of area X or Y around you, that you absolutely MUST be having the same....except we're not. -- And the same goes for crime statistics as well.

Yes, it rained overnight/ths morning. Outside, the dust/dirt and debris is all 'sticky', so that when you walk on the ground anywhere, everything weakly sticks to your footwear and flicks up all over you as you walk. The ground is totally dry. The roads are totally dry. A dry dry 'crust' is on top of any dirt and below the ground surface is totally completely dry. Anyone who thinks that things were 'watered' by the 'rain' we had here in this hellhole is sadly and completely mistaken. It's the kind of thing that departments like the weather department will use against you if you were seen to be watering anything because they would state that the 'great rain' you 'must' have got is more than enough to keep plants and things alive......it's not.

A Swan Shire? vehicle vehicle parked around for awhile to observe things. (dunno what for) - But like all these vehicle, Shire, Police, authorities, etc, they are randomly choosing when to park up and watch for anything......and of course if nothing happens at their specific chosen snapshot of time period then they move on falsley determining that everything is very okay.

And of course the criminals and shitheads can openly see anyone around, and if authorities or Police et al are seen to be about, then the criminals all act as if completely 'innocent' and law abiding. - That lasts about as long until the authorities et al leave the area. - I've seen that for myself countless times and written about it in my blog about criminals then suddenly appearing, such as on illegal unlicensed motorbikes, literally as a Police vehicle drives away andor even is on the other side of the block. (in the past I've seen Police very slowly patrolling in a vehicle around the circular large block of housing with criminals literally on the other side of them making sure they keep on the opposite side to the Police. Crazy. Ridiculous. But I saw that many times.) -- Police go away thinking everything is okay, but the criminals are laughing all the time at their antics.

Police and authorities expect the criminals to carry on like 'clockwork', as if anything that happens outsie their chosen 'viewing/observation hours' just doesn't happen and absolutely MUST BE somebody's imgaination. (but it's not) - By doing that, it's easy to discount and totally write-off anyones claims of crime and criminals and criminal actions for their records.

It's like the old official tactic of 'statistics' being utilised to flatten out peaks and troughs of any graph scale, and then a 'median' range value held up as being the 'real' value of anything. - If you dare to complain about any real world values, you get shouted down (and dismised) by them holding up a sheet of paper as if it was the holy words of a god or something.

Oh look...a vehicle is back again.....sitting around....waiting.....for what? - Illegal motorbikes to come tearing about all over the place AGAIN.....and across the school oval and school grounds?

There's no rhyme or reason for anything around here.

Oh look....at 1:46pm, from out of the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD comes 3 adults and 1 school-aged girl on a pushbike, out for 'a wander' to the shops area or to wander the streets to some other house they're connected to.......

Then at 1:53 the Swan Shire? vehicle is gone...... - It's back to false calm. Shouldn't be too long now for something else to happen......

Then at 1:04pm.....back comes thw observer vehicle and parks up again to wait, watch and observe..........

This eternal cat & mouse game of bullshit........

Then at 01:07pm......back comes the adults of that group of aboriginals who had wandered along the streets to the shops area.

Thundering jet planes taking off from the airport now......and a truly huge one, thundering ovehead........

Then at 13:17......that vehicle has gone again.....

There's no rhyme or reason for anything around here.

This sort of crap (and this is absolutely nothing) goes on all the time here.

At 13:32.....2 aboriginal women (get off a bus?) and VERY slowly walk up the street to the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. As soon as they are outside there, out comes that aboriginal school-aged girl (who has NOT gone to school of course) and she starts throwing a ball? around on the streets before she quickly ducks back into the yard with one of the women following her. The other one walks up the steet and is gone.

Another different parked vehicle has observed all that because it's replaced the other one that was parked up and watching everything......

Just another day in this hellhole.......

And at 13:38, the vehicle drives off and is gone. Nobody had got out, nobody had got in. That is the gold standard for all so many vehicles about here besides the criminals vehicles.

And when all this occurs closeby, it's what has driven poor Sam & Max into terrible dog despair and depression because with each and every vehicle that comes and stops here (you truly have NO idea how many), they think dear Fliss has returned. Then their hopes are crushed terribly all the time, as has been mine.

At 13:55....from the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, out comes 3 female adults and that school-aged girl who is NOT at school even though its across the road from there. They aimlessly play a with a ball on the street. At the same time a vehicle comes along, and pulls up at the the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. An aboriginal woman gets out with a bag of ? and goes inside. More women come out of the CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD, 1 with a pram, and she joins the others in the street, then they all walk off. Meanwhile, the woman of that vehicle then gets back into it along with another or others, and that car drives off at 13:58. -- All that in the space of a few minutes. Countless goings and comings. And apparently there's only 'officially' supposed to be a couple living there!? - At 14:07....an aboriginal man walks very briskly out and away with a small backpack on and goes in the direction the others have gone.

And you wonder why Fliss and I when asked by Police about the aboriginal drug dealer household (before it was evicted), they asked "How many people live there?", To which we responded to by truthfully answering that it was totally impossible to know because there are so many constant comings and goings on there night and day. The aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD was always closely allied to the aboriginal drug dealer household. They learned their criminal lessons well.

I'm done for today of writing here of todays comings and goings on at the aboriginal CRIMINAL HOUSEHOLD. It truly is depressing, even moreso when nobody believes you about anything despite it being the truth.

Don't expect a 'diary' of everyday 'reports' like this.

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The weather has once more become very overcast at least for only today. It's very humid outside. It's overcast and dark. For light, it's like a day in heavy winter but there's no rain, nothing is damp or wet. It's bone dry, hot and gasping. The temperature is 83F (28.3C) outside and is only that low because the overcast clouds are obscurring the sun. (By the way, I've long had a thermometer outside, that's how I know the temperature out there, and I've got another thermometer inside this hovel.)

I've just taken Sam & Max outside for their ablutions. The 'rain' is not rain, but just spitting itinerant drops all over the place that aren't even joined up on the ground as wetness. It's like a big animal has simply sneezed all over the ground.

In a short amount of time, the 'rain' increased, the drops on the ground joined up, and now it looks like it's been 'raining'......but it hasn't really. It's just been spitting rain.

And now I'm going to lay down in a lot of pain......

P@15:48:--2-March-2017--I love you Fliss.

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