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butch--dean · 20 days

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not to be a total hater about something that doesn’t matter at all but destiel isn’t hozier too sweet!!!! To me!!!!! Never in the world would anyone describe castiel “swallowed the leviathan and slaughtered all the angels” supernatural as sweet

#if you’re gonna do it at least make it ironic. please #yeah yeah yeah whiskey near coffee black bed at three is so Dean. but that’s where it stops actually #also. also. I think that song kind of sucks actually #SORRY ANDREW #anyway. needed to say this somewhere and get the thought out of my head so I can go back to not being unreasonably irritated about it 🙏🏻

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habakos · 1 year

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#hmm #aftg #m #sorry andrew

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daily-all-for-the-game · 7 months

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"Are Andrew and Renee...?"

"Better not be."

"Renee promises it'll never happen. I believe her.”

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blackthorndryad · 5 months

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challenge — you’re starring in a movie with the last person you saved to your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title.

Tagged by my beloved @deadtothebones graaaacias I vuw you!! 💜💜💜

Very fitting! It would be filled with scenes in fields covered in wildflowers and walks through the woods and the theme would be something related to Narcissus myth (?) idk. It would have some philosophical message, probably. No pressure tags: @tendervlove and @crescendt 💖✨💖✨💖

#since i'm the creator of this brilliant story i would have a kiss scene with him #sorry andrew #my daydreams my rules #i'd pay him a lot for his efforts tho #tag game #about me (?)

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camillafanfiction · 2 years

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Love changes everything - Chapter 1

9th October 1975, Bloehyde Manor

The wind blew cold and heavy, rattling on the shutters. Thank goodness the horses were safe and sound in their stables, the dogs had curled up in the hall and 10-months-old Tom was fast asleep in his cot in his own room. Thank goodness she sat here on her comfy sofa and had her nose stuck in an exciting thriller, the radio quietly playing some classical music. Thank goodness she had decided against that birthday bash of one of her husband's comrades at the Ritz. Usually, Andrew expected her to join him, but Camilla had felt a bit sick and she knew, too, Andrew wouldn’t be lonesome tonight anyway. She was nowhere near to accepting her husband’s ongoing affairs with all sorts of girls, but she herself found great comfort in her friendship with the Prince of Wales. If it were up to Charles, she would be sleeping with him and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to resist his constant courting. It was just way too wonderful to be adored and loved like that. And she still loved him, too. Camilla, however, was rather unwilling to break her marriage vow. Charles had rung her earlier today - they spoke most days and these were the highlights of both their days. Maybe, if Charles was going to try and kiss her again, she would just follow her heart and kiss him back. Or maybe she would hiss at him and push him away if Andrew would be very sweet again the upcoming weekend. Today was a Thursday and tomorrow afternoon Andrew would come home to spend the weekend with his wife and son. He’d be the perfect husband and bring some small presents for either Tom or Camilla. Or maybe he wouldn’t… Usually, he just brought flowers when he had slept with one of her best friends, so she’d be happy if she wasn’t going to receive any.

Right after they had spoken their vows two years ago, Camilla had had hopes that Andrew would finally stop his philandering, but she knew now that it was never going to stop. But he still was her husband and she loved him. That was why she’d married him. They were perfect for each other or so she had once thought. Now she sometimes found herself wondering what her life would look like had she not accepted his sudden proposal. Andrew was a wonderful father, at least, and they worked well as a team in front of everyone. Everything else would fall into place one day, Camilla was sure.

The radio beeped in an unsettling way, startling Camilla from her book. These had to be the 10 p.m. news already, she sighed to herself and yawned heartily. She really got lost in books way too quickly when she was all on her own. The old grandfather-clock struck 10 p.m., it was always a little late, and drowned out the news. Apparently, there had been another IRA bombing again, but Camilla hadn’t understood where. As she was scuffling to the radio, the reporter was already talking about something else, so Camilla just turned it off with a shake of her head and went upstairs. There was some rustling in Tom’s room, so she peeked in, but found her little boy fast asleep in his cot. Tom was her and Andrew’s pride and joy. They’d had to wait a bit longer than expected for his arrival, but that made the joy of his being even bigger. Tom was a happy baby and everyone seemed to be besotted with him. Especially Charles, his god-father, took a great fancy to him. He often came to visit Tom - and even more often to visit Camilla, too. It calmed Camilla’s heart a little to know that Charles loved her son so dearly even though he disliked Andrew so much. Till that day Charles couldn’t understand why out of all the men she had chosen Andrew, not him, Camilla knew. Of course Charles, like humiliatingly everyone in their circle, knew about Andrew’s affairs, and he despised Andrew for it, for not treating Camilla the way she deserved it. But it didn’t matter. She had chosen Andrew, she was stuck with him forever, they would have more children and maybe one day Andrew would realise what an amazing wife he had.

Having brushed her teeth, Camilla shuffled to her bed, flopped down and fell into a deep sleep immediately. Today had been exhausting: a baby, two dogs, a house with a big garden and several horses didn’t just exist on their own. They all needed care and love and during the week Camilla was the only one to give it to each of them. And only sometimes she was aware that she might also need someone to look after her and to love her, too.

In fact, Camilla had fallen so tightly asleep that she only subconsciously noticed the doorbell, the knocks on the door and the voices that called “Mrs. Parker Bowles!” She murmured something in her sleep, but eventually turned on the lamp on her bed-side table to take a look at her watch. It was half past one in the morning. What on earth would someone want from her at that time of the night? They had certainly woken Tom, he was crying, she sighed.

Camilla wasn’t one to be afraid, Allington was a peaceful village and a burglar wouldn’t shout her name like that. Had one of the horses been afraid of the storm and escaped the stable, she mused as she threw on her dressing gown. Well, she would find out soon, she thought to herself as she grabbed her baby, walked down the stairs and called “I’m coming!”. A second later she flung the door open and looked into the frowning faces of a middle-aged police officer, a brigadier of the Blues and Royals and a tearful major, Ernest, one of Andrew’s comrades. She instantly knew something was wrong. “What’s with Andrew?”, she uttered before her face turned pale and her knees wobbly.

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Trevor Davidson, the Prince of Wales’s private secretary, knocked two times at the office door and then peeked in. “Sir?”, he asked quietly and bowed his head. He knew Charles was working on a speech for an upcoming engagement, though it was almost around one in the morning, and he hated being disturbed. But Trevor knew, too, that the Prince needed to hear the news he had.

“Hm?”, Charles replied without looking up or paying any further attention to Trevor. He was in a flow and wanted to finish that speech. He had no time for chit chat now.

“Sir, I have some news regarding the bombing.”, Trevor tried again.

Charles had heard a little bit of the detonation and had immediately known that the IRA had struck again. Half an hour later he had been told that, indeed, there had been an IRA attack on Green Park Underground station, just opposite of the Ritz. If only there was a way to teach humankind peace and harmony…! “Yes?”, he asked, raising his head and eyebrows expecitionally.

Trevor took a deep breath, he wasn’t quite sure how to put what he had to say, but decided to say it as it was. “You might be aware that a friend of Mr. and Mrs. Parker Bow-”

For a moment Charles heard his blood rushing through his veins and felt his pulse quickening but then firmly interrupted his secretary, “Mrs. Parker Bowles is not staying in London tonight.”

Trevor nodded. “No, Sir.”

Charles sighed relieved. “Go on then.” His fingertips thumbed on the table.

Trevor nodded again, gathering his thoughts. “Major Ernest Aldersham was hosting a party at the Ritz tonight and Major Parker Bowles was in attendance. While he was at the restrooms he noticed something ominous.” Charles didn’t want to know why, when and how Andrew frequented a lavatory at the Ritz, but tried to look patient at his secretary while he continued. “Major Parker Bowles knocked on the door and was immediately run over by the terroroist who was constructing a bomb in that very restroom. The Major, however, bounced back and run after the man, fully aware that the latter had a bomb in his arms. He chased him out of the hotel, but couldn’t hinder that the Irishman threw the bomb at the undergroundstation. The terrorist was able to chase away in his getaway car, but Major Parker Bowles was instantly killed by the bomb.”

There was a moment of silence in which the prince’s face turned grey and pale. “The Major is…”

“Dead, Sir. Yes.”, Trevor confirmed, feeling uncomfortable.

“Are you a hundred percent sure it is Major Parker Bowles?” Charles asked, praying that this was a factual error.

“Yes, Sir.”

Charles' blood froze. He had to function now. “Does Mrs. Parker Bowles know already?”

“As far as I know there’s a squad on its way to her.” Trevor was well aware of the rumours surrounding the prince’s very special friendship with Mrs. Parker Bowles, they were well circulating in the royal household, but Trevor had never paid any attention to them. He had seen them together twice and to him it was as plain as the nose on their faces that the two of them were in love. But it was neither his place to judge nor to be interested in.

“I will go and see her!” Charles declared not quite to Trevor’s surprise.

#Camilla Parker Bowles #queen camilla #queen camilla fic #duchess of cornwall fic #king charles iii fic #king charles fic #prince charles fic #au #Andrew Parker Bowles #sorry andrew #King Charles III #royal fanfiction #royal fic

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podunks · 1 year

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Just so my friends know once I fix my ps4 in a few days you are never seeing me again

#sorry andrew #sorry to ALL of gangas who are gonna see me throw up over hzd

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forthetherapyy · 1 year

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