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harry-sussex · 1 year

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This was, no joke, the best moment of my entire life. I have been waiting so long for this. I never thought it would happen.

I had originally planned to volunteer with the UK branch of my job today, but when I saw the announcement, I knew I had to do this instead. I decided to get dinner at the pub, Dog and Duck, last night to look inside and try it out - I got bangers and mash and some fish (sans chips) as an appetizer, and it was legitimately so good. I also tried the Timothy Taylor’s Landlord Beer – you can see William in the photos from today right behind the tap. My server’s name was Bernie, and you can see her in some photos with William and Kate today too – tiny woman, short gray hair cut into a bob.

I set earlier alarms this morning but due to the time difference / jet lag, I didn’t make it here until 10am. I popped into a Tesco Express on the way to grab some flowers at @avidroyalfan’s advice – yellow of course, the brightest bunch I could find.

I made it over to the area around the pub and there were barricades and policemen everywhere. There was also a black Range Rover parked at the far end of Frith Street – the street they mentioned in the press release yesterday. It thought it was mildly crowded when I got there, but it didn’t even begin to compare to the crowd that had gathered closer to their arrival.

I really had trouble picking where I was going to stand – I didn’t want to be behind anyone, I just wanted to be up against the barricade, but given that the crowd was so relatively sparse on Frith Street (as opposed to right across from the pub on Dean Street) when I got there, I wasn’t sure they were going to come my way. I was also praying that I’d be on Kate’s side of the road if they came by – you guys know I love William, but if I had a chance, this once in a lifetime chance, I needed Kate. I went with my gut, a little further down the road than where the crowd at the time had started to assemble, so I could be right against the barricades. From the moment I got to the barricade, I was literally shaking, and I am not exaggerating – you can see it in one of the videos.

I passed the time talking to some lovely people – some of whom planned to be there and some of whom happened to stroll by. I met a lovely woman, Cath, who took tons of photos without me even asking – she just saw how excited I was and took the photos to send to me. Another woman named Teri did the same – just out of the kindness of their own hearts. Those are most of the photos you guys are going to see – I took a bunch while Kate was walking around, but I didn’t want to put my own camera in her face if she was standing right in front of me.

I stood for more than four hours start to finish and I do not regret it in the slightest. I thought a lot about what I was going to say to her if I had the chance – I’ve thought about it so many times over the years, but what could I really say that would summarize more than 10 years of pure admiration and adoration in 30 seconds or less? What could I – an American in London all the way from New York – possibly say to the UK’s next queen to tell her how much she’s meant to me for all these years?

There was a policeman right in front of me – his name was Thompson – who was subtly dropping hints about what was going on. He couldn’t say much but he did hint at the time we could expect them to arrive – about 12:45pm. He ended up pretty close – he told me that he got randomly assigned to the event today and that he (and basically the entire police force) would also be at the coronation. He also confirmed that they would be walking down Frith Street, where I was, though he wouldn’t hint at which of them was going to be on my side of the street.

By the time they arrived, the crowd had literally quadrupled – maybe even more. People were on the rooftops and hanging out of windows. Very few of them had flowers. Businesses let people go on their steps to get a closer view. A helicopter was circling above for security. There were policemen and RPOs everywhere. I thought William and Kate were going to drive right up to the pub but instead they walked from the far end of the street – I suppose because they took the tube. Speaking of the tube, that’s the exact line I took this morning. That’s also where the (absolutely enormous) press pack was assembled.

I could tell when they arrived, even though I couldn’t see them right away, because the roar of the crowd and the sound of dozens of cameras clicking said everything I needed to know. As I was a bit further down the street, I didn’t get the greatest view, but it didn’t matter – you could see Kate from a mile away. That jacket was bright in and of itself but she literally glows. There’s just an inherent radiance about her that cannot be explained unless you see it in real life – she’s ethereal in photos, but they don’t even begin to do her justice. She’s radiant. Also, you can see that her hair is perfect no matter how far away you are. As they turned the corner to get to the pub, I was able to crane my neck a little bit to see them get closer to the door, and I saw The Hand with my own two eyes. William placed his hand on Kate’s lower back to guide her inside – we’ve seen photos millions of times, but seeing it with my own two eyes was unreal. Completely surreal.

They spent far less time inside the pub than I would’ve thought (unless time was flying because I knew they were coming), but again, you could hear them come out the door just by virtue of the roar of the crowd. Thompson the policeman then told me that Kate was coming to my side of the street. I thought I was shaking before – nope, not even remotely compared to how I was when I heard that she was coming my way. I saw William first across the street – he went through relatively quickly but I could somewhat hear him saying “nice to meet you” over and over, shaking hands, laughing, the usual. He’s huge – I always knew he was tall but he’s massive, tall and broad. You could tell from twenty feet away - he’s huge. At one point, I literally blurted out “he’s not wearing blue!” once I saw the brown coat. He was on the side of the road that had more people, and he moved along at a solid pace - it’s definitely true that Kate is a chatter, no wonder they gave her the side of the street with fewer people. She would’ve been outside for 3 hours if she was greeting the amount of people on William’s side. He’s honestly such a good sport – he was shaking hands, standing on his tip toes and craning over the barricades to greet as many people as possible. I could very clearly see the faces of the people looking directly at him – you can tell they absolutely love him. Such genuine smiles. The pure adoration and happiness in their eyes said everything one needs to know – those people absolutely love him like their own.

When Kate turned the corner from the pub towards where I was standing, I swear to god my heart jumped right into my throat and my stomach dropped. God, she’s beautiful. Like I knew this, it isn’t news, the entire world is perfectly aware that she’s one of the most beautiful women on the face of the earth…. but she still managed to stun me anyway. She’s radiant. Absolutely gorgeous.

Somewhere along the way, as she moved down the line of people in my direction, it occurred to me that I was legitimately going to meet, or at the very least greet, Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, after all this time, after so many years… I am not exaggerating when I say I was physically shaking. You can see it on my face in the photos even as she approached, before she came near me – I wasn’t panicking, I was just in awe. I’ve always known she was real of course, but she’s… actually real? Do you know what I mean?

She was moving so slowly compared to William – I swear he was already 75% of the way through his side of the crowd by the time Kate got to me. That’s when I really noticed that she is just so chatty – I didn’t notice her just greeting someone and then moving on quickly. She was so engaged. Every single person I could see was like entranced by her very presence - she’s literally such a vision. It’s not just me, it’s not just us – people are completely fascinated by her.

And then.

She came closer and closer – as I was on her left, I could see the ring. It’s huge – like, it’s big on camera, but the thing is enormous. I could not believe for the life of me that she was right there. I made sure to stick the flowers out enough and stand up straight and believe me when I say I didn’t have to remind myself to smile or make eye contact – I could literally feel myself beaming (right before she got to me):

When she came over, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Before I knew it, Kate was reaching to shake my hand and saying “nice to meet you” and I literally still cannot believe it. I handed over the flowers and I said to her:

“It’s nice to meet you, I just wanted to tell you that I have admired you for so long and that I also studied Italian Renaissance art history just like you did.”

When I said that I admired her, she said “oh, thank you!” as I continued to ramble about the art. She was still holding the flowers. I cannot believe that there are so many pictures of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales holding bright yellow flowers that I got for her while smiling ear to ear – she handed them off before she moved onto the next person, so she is definitely smiling at me in those photos.

She then asked me if I liked studying art, and I said of course – she responded “me too!” After that, she asked me if I used it in my career, and I said no (which I don’t) but my master’s was a passion project. She then asked where I flew from (the accent, I guess) and I told her that I came from New York. She said that it was such a long way to come and that she was surprised at how many people have traveled so far for the big weekend. She touched my arm so sweetly for like the quickest second; she then said that it was going to be such a big event and that she was looking forward to joining the celebrations and that it was going to be good for everyone.

The last thing I said to her was “also, I ate in the pub last night because I heard you were coming!” and she responded with “oh that’s great, how was the food?” It was legitimately fantastic – I told her so – and she said that they would have to come back and try it when there were fewer people around.

It was then time for her to get moving so I just said “it was so nice to meet you” again and she said “nice to meet you, have a nice day!” Right before she moved on and as she was saying goodbye, she handed off the flowers and went on her way.

The whole thing lasted maybe two minutes, but I will remember it for the rest of my life. Her eyes are so green and she’s just so stunning up close and I just cannot believe she was that close to me and that we were able to talk and she is everything I have ever dreamed she would be and more. Just so sweet and gorgeous and engaged in what we were talking about – she didn’t just say “hi” and “bye,” you know? She listened to what I said and responded back without generalities… everything I ever dreamed of and more. I thought I couldn’t love her more – I do now. She has made my entire day and my entire life and I will literally never forget the vision of Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, Catherine Elizabeth, someone I have adored for more than a decade, standing in front of me.

I am so happy I could cry. I was stunned after - literally could not believe what just happened to me. Take a look at the video below - you can see part of our conversation and then just the pure shock at the end. My hands were literally shaking.

Once the shock wore off, I did in fact cry. They say never to meet your heroes – why not? How could you go wrong meeting someone you have idolized when that someone is Kate?

#my post #katie goes to london pt. 2 #prince william #prince of wales #kate middleton #princess of wales #I’m sorry for the shitty quality I did this from my phone in a Starbucks lol #also thank you all for being so sweet I literally could not ask for anything more #I love you all so much #Kate and Katie

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theobot · 1 year

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listen my entire thoughts about the new episode are simple:

-i support lesbian rights, but more than that, i very much support lesbian wrongs

-bo is at her most emotionally vulnerable of course she's going to join a cult she's in prime cult joining time

-din was sobbing under that helmet

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #bo katan kryze #din djarin #elia kane #listen katy o'brian can step on me and i'd say thank you

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rebelspykatie · 8 months

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RWRB Steddie AU - Part 1

Wayne Munson who accidentally won the presidency running on a progressive working class ticket. Eddie Munson, the first son that causes international incidents without even trying. Like the time he made a crude hand gesture towards a foreign dignitary thinking he was saluting them. Or the time he connected his phone to the speakers during a dnc event and blasted Metallica through the entire arena. Or the time he knocked over a child on the lawn of the White House during the annual Easter egg hunt and had to issue an apology to a five year old for stealing their eggs.

Wayne has reprimanded him more than he’s spoken in front of Congress. The secret service hates him, especially Hopper, who has to drag him back inside when he tries to escape down the trellis and cockblocks him from flirting with the barista at the Starbucks right outside of the White House.

But nobody hates him more than Prince Steven. He doesn’t even understand why Steve hates him, only that their first interaction was disastrous, leaving Eddie fuming and confused. He remembers seeing Steve all over those teen magazines before Wayne had any political aspirations, his now gorgeous locks once too big for his tiny head and hazel eyes staring back at him from the glossy pages. Gareth never let him hear the end of it when he found those magazines tucked away under his bed, a collection that only grew over the years as Steve got more attractive.

The frosty reception from Steve had Eddie doubting every good thing those magazines ever said about how charming the prince could be. Sure, not a single hair was out of place on his stupid head and his polos were ironed within an inch of their lives, but his smile was fake and a bitchy retort slipped out of his mouth before Eddie could even introduce himself.

He gave up on playing nice after that, not heeding his Uncle’s advice to stay away and not cause another international scandal while he was trying to make a deal with their prime minister. He practically begged Eddie to keep his big, dumb mouth shut.

Which is of course why The Incident happened. Eddie was a bit too drunk at a dinner for diplomats and their families. He approached Steve and started going on about the monarchy, a bit too loudly, where a very nosy reporter could hear. And that reporter wrote a scathing article about the first son not believing in tradition and how he was trying to undermine the authority of the crown, dredging up old tweets about how useless monarchies are and how Steve is handed things on a silver spoon.

Wayne’s deal is in jeopardy, so he’s sent to smooth over international relations with the crown, which is a horrible idea considering Eddie’s track record. Staged photo ops have always made Eddie uncomfortable, but he sucks it up for Wayne. He winds up enjoying himself more than he thought possible in Steve’s presence because one of their PR stops is at a teen center where a group of kids regularly plays dnd.

If it weren’t for a swift tug on the back of his suit from Hopper, Eddie would be standing on the table flailing around about a campaign, having already forgotten about the swath of reporters following them around on this tour. Steve doesn’t appear to know anything about dnd, but the little curly headed boy with an infectious toothy smile keeps tugging him around, talking a mile a minute while Steve fondly rolls his eyes. It’s the most relaxed Eddie has ever seen him.

He learns that they’re both insomniacs during that trip, stumbling into the kitchen at 2am only to find Steve already there, riffling through the pantry. It’s the first time he’s ever seen Steve without the ramrod straight posture, notices the circles under his eyes and the way he’s always got a line of tension in his jaw. They come to some kind of truce in the dark of night over twin bowls of cereal. Something inside of Eddie unfurls at that, lets go of whatever weird grudge he was holding after their first interaction.

It starts with a text. Steve sends him an article with the most ridiculous picture of Eddie, asks if he wakes up looking like that every morning. They’re teasing each other, taunting remarks about their status, realizing they have more in common than they thought. All summer, Eddie’s eyes are glued to his phone, anticipating texts from HRH (his royal hairiness), late nights dedicated to learning everything about Steve. Chrissy, the vice president’s daughter, corners him before the annual Halloween Party, forces him to invite his new friend Steve. She says it with a tone he doesn’t really understand, but it’s one that brooks no argument.

Maybe he learns all too well what Chrissy meant when it’s close to midnight and Steve pushes him against a tree outside and kisses him so thoroughly Eddie’s lost all oxygen to his brain. It changes the course of his entire life. He can’t stop thinking about it, feels the phantom taste of Steve on his tongue, but Steve isn’t answering his calls and Eddie doesn’t get a chance to corner him until a charity event almost a month later.

They take each other apart that night, spend hours learning each other's bodies. Confessions spilled into the sheets they’re tangled in. Steve admits that his father arranged for him to be seen with Nancy Wheeler, who he has no interest in. They decide to try something casual, see each other when they can, get some much needed relief from the public eye. But Eddie’s never been the casual type, and he doesn’t think Steve is either, not after their nightly talks. He falls hard and eagerly hopes for more every time they meet up, wishing that Steve wouldn’t flee from his bed the next morning.

Wayne’s pretty busy, running a country and all, but he eventually puts the pieces together on Eddie’s disappearances and his trips coinciding with events where Steve is present. His uncle knows him better than to think they’re just friends. Eddie never really had to come out to his Uncle, but they do have an intense talk on whether he’s ready to be perceived in that way by everyone in the world, Wayne apologizing for putting him in the spotlight.

But Eddie feels forever about Steve. And Wayne’s presidency brought him to this man, to the love of his life, so there’s no way he could be upset about any of it.

If only Steve felt forever about him.

Part 2

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #katie writes #you get two stories today as I continue to try to catch up with what i posted on twitter already #thank you for your patience #wayne munson

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lilyrizzy · 9 months

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porny continuation if this snippet! omega daniel/virgin!alpha max

Of course, Daniel goes into heat first.

It's almost funny. His boss asking him to fuck his teammate, only for it to be Daniel's body that ends up begging for it, three weeks too early.

He lies naked on the top of sweaty hotel room sheets in Budapest and tries hard not to think about how the last day of his heat will now line up perfectly with the beginning of Max's rut.

A joke, really.

And Daniel is trying to hold off, to not ask for more than what they've already agreed to. Max's rut, but-

"Daniel," Max whines breathy even from the other side of the door. Daniel can picture it easily, his violent pink cheek pressed against the cool wood the same way he presses it against briefing room tables, eyes closed. His fat bottom lip catching as he speaks. "Please, Daniel, let me help."

Scent is pouring off him, clouding Daniel’s head even though there must be at least eight feet of space between where he is writhing on the bed, stuffed with his own fingers and Max trapped out in the hotel corridor. He can taste it on the back of his tongue. Alpha.

"Max," he whimpers, and really, what else can he do?

Something in the back of his brain tries to reason it will be better this way. Max won’t be so out of it now like he would be in rut. He'll get to be in control for his first time. Even if all he does is mindlessly hump into Daniel, over-eager, it will be enough for Daniel right now.

Anything will be, as long as it ends with Max's knot catching inside of him.

But when he opens the door, half-cringing at the way his slick-sticky fingers smear over the metal of the handle, Max doesn’t go straight for his cunt. He kisses Daniel, groaning against his lips as his fingertips come to cradle Daniel's jaw. The warm, wet shock of his tongue makes Daniel's stomach clench, makes him wonder where the fuck Max learnt to kiss.

Wonders who taught him.

It's a sick relief, the moment Max backs him onto the bed and slides down his body to put his mouth to Daniel, because it becomes obvious then that kissing is the extent of his experience.

Daniel tangles his hands into Max's hair and gets to work teaching him.

"Use your nose," he'd tells Max, forcing himself to ignore the desperation in his own voice, "rub it against my slit, I like that."

Max takes direction beautifully. Daniel has to prop himself up onto his elbows, abs aching, just to see him do it. Somehow the high colour on his cheeks has gotten even darker under the shine of Daniel's slick there. It tips Daniel over the edge, easy in a way none of the orgasms he's given himself in the hour before this have been.

Satisfying too, but still not enough.

"Maxy," Daniel whines after the second time. Max doesn't stop licking, even when Daniel has finished humping his cunt against his face with each wave of his orgasm. He just moans, vibration making Daniel's legs twitch. "Maxy, baby, enough teasing me. I need your knot."

But when Max lifts his head, he looks a way he never should in bed. Trapped. Nervous. The same way he's looked at Christian in team meetings after he's shunted into the wall. For a moment, Daniel hates himself so much he thinks he might be sick, then-

"I can't," Max says miserably, "Daniel, I- I'm sorry, I-"

He lifts himself onto his knees, pushing down his sweats that are damp at the front in a way that makes Daniel shiver. His cock is pretty. Bigger than Daniel would have thought in a way that only makes sense now that he's faced with it, flushed as dark as his face. One of the bigger dicks Daniel is going to have taken.

Then Daniel sees the problem.

"Your knot already popped?" He asks, eyes catching on the fist Max has curled protectively around it. A little in awe because- "But you haven't come?"

Daniel didn't smell it, and Max's hurt little shake of his head is only confirmation.

That isn't normal.

"Sometimes, I- In the driver's room, after races when I can smell you stronger." Max is tripping over his words as he hastily explains like he thinks Daniel is mad or something. "Because of your sweat. I just- I thought could wait this time, but of course I- I'm sorry I-"

"Hey, Maxy," Daniel interrupts him, surging forward to kiss him with a softness that doesn't match the mounting desperation inside of him. "It's okay. You just need it really badly, don't you?"

Max sucks in a breath and nods shakily, nose brushing against Daniel's. The smell of his own slick is so strong on Max's face, and Daniel's cunt clenches down around nothing, reminding him of where he needs to be filled.

"Do you still want to try to give it to me?" He asks and watches Max pull back like he's been burnt, eyes going wide.

"Daniel," he breathes, but Daniel just lies back down on the bed, spreading his legs wider. Presenting, a traitorous corner of his brain reminds him. Max's hand tightens around himself, at the same time as his eyes fix on where Daniel is still leaking steadily against the bed.

"I need it," he says again. "It will be nice for you too, to have me tight around you, to get to come inside."

Max bites his plush bottom lip, and Daniel can see how badly he wants it. It makes it easier to ignore his own shame in practically begging a teenager for it. Max's dick kicks in his hand, a drop of precome dripping from the tip.

"I don't want to hurt you," he says, and Daniel knows this is the last hurdle before he gets what he wants.

"You won't," he promises, moving to wrap his legs around Max's thighs, where he's still kneeling over Daniel. "I'll help you to be good for me."

The first push inside is agonisingly slow, even though the fat base of Max's dick is nowhere near Daniel's rim yet. Daniel bites back a plea for him to go quicker, focusing instead on praising him. Making it good for him.

"That's perfect baby," he assures him when Max has jerkily fucked himself inside as far as he can go before his knot catches on the wrong side of Daniel. "You should look. See how well you are doing."

As though he'd been waiting for permission, Max's eyes snap down to where he's pressed half inside, and he lets out a painful sounding shudder. Then his eyes scrunch shut, head hanging low on his neck.

"Daniel," he whimpers like the only thing he knows how to say is his name.

"Don't come," Daniel instructs, though he feels so close himself from looking too. At the obscene bulge of Max, knotted up just outside where he wants him. "I need you to be good."

Max nods again, the muscles of his back straining, but he doesn't wait for Daniel's instruction this time before he's making his first tentative thrust against where Daniel is trying hard to open up enough for him.

It's a slow, perfect screw inside. It has Daniel writhing, whimpering against the damp sheets, unable to do much else other than let out words of encouragement that Max seems to lap up greedily, each one making his dick twitch inside Daniel.

When his knot finally pops inside, it takes only one more grind of his rabbiting hips before Max is coming with a shout. There’s a rush of wetness, leaking out around the sides of where they are tied because there's so much and Daniel is sloppy and open. It's enough to have him tipping over the edge too.

It's the best orgasm of his life.

Immediately after he's finished shuddering through it, Max's mouth is back in him. First, on his lips, then his cheek, working his way down to suck at the mating gland on Daniel's neck. Dangerously close to doing something they would both regret in a week's time.

Daniel should tell him to stop.

"Tell me how I feel," he says instead, desperate to hear suddenly that it was just as good for Max. He'll need to go again soon, wants the confirmation to smooth his way through the next few days of endless fucking he's going to ask Max for.

"Tight," Max whines, tongue catching on Daniel's neck in a way that makes him clench around Max, making them both moan. "Warm and wet. Safe, and- The best, Daniel."

As he speaks his teeth begin grazing. Light at first, then sharper. Scraping.

"Max," Daniel warns, but all Max says is please. Hips humping against Daniel like there's anything left to give him.

He should push him away. He should tell him to stop. He should-

His legs tighten around Max's waist, holding him close. Hands cradling Max's head against his throat, it's a noise of pleasure-tinted relief they both let out when Max finally bites.

#max/daniel #fic #i hope someone likes this!#thank you to danni lorna lin katie and niamh for all reading this before posting!!!#you guys rock❤️#a/b/o

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