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thesullengrrrl · 30 days

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We'll Meet Again

Elaine receives a letter from an old acquaintance.

Author's note: Hello! Thank you for the likes and reblogs and comments for my last post! Here's another chapter for this story and here's the AO3 link if you prefer reading there. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 2: across the universe

RAF Thorpe Abbotts

Late October 1943

Rosie slowly turned the door knob of their barracks. He had spent most of the night in the officers’ club, talking to the men, drinking with them and he did not notice the time. It’s Saturday tomorrow, he justified. At least he could sleep in a bit, even for an hour or two.

As he entered, he struggled to gently close the door to not wake up the others. His head started to feel woozy from the drinks he had and sat down on the nearest chair so that he wouldn’t stumble. He closed his eyes and sighed. He may be tipsy, but he wasn’t ready to turn in. Not yet.

Aligned on the barrack entrance were two tables, one on each side. Rosie’s gaze turned to the other table across him, and there was a small pile of to-be delivered letters on it. He wrote his family and friends a few letters every week to give them updates of his daily life, but never about his missions. The last letters for them were mailed yesterday. Was there a person left to write?

He thought of Mabel, but according to his mother, Mabel already has a sweetheart.

He wondered if Mr. Giggles liked her new man.

A sense of longing for home slowly crept on him. He remembered the good old days that seemed to be a lifetime ago. Him at his family home, his mother greeting him when he got off from work, horsing around with his siblings, the commute from his home to the law firm, the loud music from various jazz clubs he and his co-workers visit, Minty and Minton’s, Elaine…

Elaine. Few days ago, he received a parcel from his family. It consisted of two scarves (one white, one dark blue with pale polka dots), letters from different family members wishing him luck, a letter from Minty, some smushed chocolate bars, and a few photos (it had a small note attached saying, “You might forget our faces!”).

After opening the ones from his family, he opened Minty’s letter for last. As he read the letter, he could smell the faint alcohol and smoked cigars, transporting him back to the last time he was there.

Minty was right, he thought. It was indeed a bloodbath. Sometimes he would feel bad for the mechanics who had to clean the interiors of each plane that lands. Aside from the engine problems and several cosmetic issues with the planes after it had been gunned, they had to see the amount of bullet cases and blood scattered on its floors and walls.

They had to clean away what's left of the dead men.

I also sent a copy of a photo of you and your girl there. The last line of Minty’s letter made him pause. What photo? Which girl? He felt something inside the envelope and pulled it out. It was a photo of him and Elaine, capturing the night they met. They were looking at each other quite intensely, as if the camera caught them in an intimate moment.

His younger self looked serene, almost. As if he had not heard the Pearl Harbor attack hours before this photo was taken.

Elaine was smiling at him.

He turned the photo and saw Minty’s scribble:

Thought you might need extra inspiration. I still have a copy in here, in case your girl comes around. Drinks are on me when I see you two. –M

That photo now resides in his bedside table, tucked inside a copy of Of Mice and Men. One day, the photo slipped from the book and Pappy picked it up. He took a good look at it before Rosie started to reach it from him. His co-pilot did not easily give it up and the two ran around their barracks for two minutes before Pappy gave it up. Few men gave them weird looks—Pappy was laughing while Rosie was glaring at him when they got back inside.

“Why didn’t you tell us you have a girl back in New York?” Pappy asked, his tone teasing. “I have to hear Bailey talk about his wife every damn time and here you are just hiding someone!”

“I’m not hiding her,” Rosie defended as he tucked the photo in one of the pages instead of the usual sleeve. “We’re just friends.”

“And yet I find you looking at that picture at night.”

“Hey! I don't!”

“Sure, Rosie. Sometimes, you look as if you are a war widower when you look at that picture.”

Pappy only chuckled at him and went on his way. Rosie had never been so embarrassed being seen at those vulnerable nights. When he tells Crosby about the whole thing (which includes her French exit), he cannot decipher whether his friend felt bad for him or wanted to laugh at him. Either way, Crosby suggested he write to her, even just to say hello.

Rosie thought it was ridiculous. Why would he write to someone who just left him without saying goodbye personally? What kind of person leaves someone with only a note?

Before he could stop himself, he opened the drawer to get a pen and a clean sheet of paper. Luckily, there was. Opening the night lamp, he uncapped the pen and the words started spilling. He didn't even read what he was writing and just overlined the parts that he felt were wrong to say. It’s late at night, he's slightly bloated with alcohol, and he’s…yes, lonely. He hasn’t heard from the woman for almost two years, he’s most likely not going to hear from her again, so what’s the damage? Nothing!

When he was done, he sealed it, placed some stamps and laid it on the pile of letters to be sent tomorrow.

He let out a sigh of relief. It was cathartic. Maybe he could stop thinking about her.

Tonight, even for tonight, he was able to finally let his feelings down on paper. When he finished, he slowly walked back to his bed to avoid crashing into someone’s bed frame. Without changing his clothes, he laid down and stared at the ceiling. He let himself be lulled by the air and his eyes followed the lines in the ceiling.

Few breaths later, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

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The next day, he heard the rustle of the next bed’s mattress. He opened one eye and saw Pappy fixing his bed. “What time is it, Pap?”

“Eight. Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

Rosie jolted upright and walked to the table near the doors. The small pile of to-be delivered letters were gone.

“The letters here, where is it?”

“Gene got them an hour ago!” Pappy replied loudly across the room. “Why?”

He leaned his head on his hand and groaned audibly. Pappy’s eyebrows furrowed and walked towards him.

“What’s the matter?”

“I think..." Rosie trailed off. "I just sent a letter that I wasn’t supposed to send.”

“Like those unsent letters in your drawer?”

Rosie’s head shot up. “You saw those?”

“I was looking for a pen,” Pappy explained, walking towards him with his arms raised. “Then I opened your drawer and saw those letters tied up. Is it the same woman?"

He nodded.

Pappy clapped his shoulder. “Rosie, you obviously wanted to talk to that person. Maybe she’ll write back.”

Maybe he needed to talk to Crosby. And also request for a lock and key for his drawer.

Late October 2026

Brooklyn, New York

When their schedules align, Elaine and Bunny meet up at least twice a month. The two women first met in Minton’s as waitresses. They were initially off with each other, with Bunny thinking that Elaine is a bit rude, while Elaine thought Bunny was too loud. They were once assigned two consecutive closing shifts and since then they understood each other.

Today was different. After a meeting, she opened her phone and saw several calls and messages from Bunny, asking to meet with her as soon as possible. This worried Elaine and thankfully, she was allowed to go early.

Few meters away, she spotted Bunny being served by a waitress. Two drinks–one green one and the other pink colored drink. She jogged and finally reached their table.

“Hey, Bun,” she greeted, kissing her friend’s cheek.

“Lane,” Bunny replied. “I got you this strawberry smoothie.”

Elaine sat and caught her breath for a moment. Her friend across from her, sipping her green drink.

Bunny is a 5 foot woman with a commanding presence. Her black hair is usually in a ponytail whenever at work and on a messy bun when she’s out from her shift. Her hoop earrings glittered a bit under the afternoon sky.

She is the opposite of Elaine, who stood 5 foot 5 inches, with slight medium built and wavy (now lighter) brown hair.

When Jerry discovered the photo in the wall of frames, Bunny talked to Elaine about it the next day. She first tried to deny it, but Bunny made her admit the truth. They had been working together for a year at the time and this was the first time she told a friend about her ability.

As they sat outside a cafe with their indulgent drinks, Bunny slipped a sealed manila envelope across the circular table, her hot pink nails distracting Elaine for a moment.

“Wow, THAT is pink.” Elaine teased. “Is it Barbie themed?”

“Ha ha,” Bunny replied, rolling her eyes. “But yes, I’m tired of those dark colors.”

“What’s this?” Elaine wondered, eyeing the envelope. “Is this why you wanted to see me?”

“Yes. Duke says it’s yours.”

Elaine opened the envelope and revealed another smaller envelope. It was yellowing but the red and white borders are still prominent.

Her eyes widened as she read the names written. At the top left side of the envelope, it wrote:

Robert Rosenthal

USAAF Station 139

Thorpe Abbotts

Norfolk, England

And in the middle part, it said:

Ms. Elaine Byrne

c/o Mr. H. Minton

206-210 West 118th Street

New York NY10026

United States of America

She took the letter. “Duke? The janitor?”

Bunny nodded. “Yeah. Lenny, the new manager, made him clean the scary room, you know the one that was locked after we pried it open? He went through boxes and boxes and then he saw this. That room was like a fire hazard with all the papers and empty bottles of alcohol."

Minty’s room, she thought. It has always been filled with papers and some alcohol.

“And he remembered my name?” Elaine wondered.

“He’s like the oldest person there, so he almost knows everybody. Since you no longer work there, he remembered we’re friends so he gave it to me,” Bunny answered.

“He does remember everybody…” she observed.

“Where did the letter come from?” Bunny asked.

“England,” she answered while reading it. “Rosie.”

“ Oh. Rosie… ” her friend sang, prolonging the man’s name. “You know, I never really liked the nickname. The name Robert is so hot though. You could call him Robbie when he’s—”

Elaine crumpled a napkin and threw it at her friend. “Bunny! It’s like thinking your grandpa’s hot! Or Ernest Hemingway!”

“What! He was good-looking, and so was Ernest Hemingway! I googled pictures of him and his pictures during those Nazi trials? I get why you…miss him.”

“I don’t miss him.”

“Right,” Bunny said, sipping her drink while staring at her. “Says the woman who stole the picture.”

Elaine frowned at her friend. “You know I had to. The staff won’t stop talking about it!”

“Where did you keep it then? In your journal?”

“No,” Elaine lied.

Bunny leaned in. “Don’t tell me you had it framed like a war widow and gaze at it longingly at night? Under your pillow?”

She laughed at Bunny’s cliché. Bunny joined her, the mental picture enough to crack her up. She knew how her friend can be sentimental and she’s not too far off from not doing it.

“No, I kept it in a journal,” she admitted.

“Don’t you want to read it now?” Bunny asked, pointing at the letter.

“I think I’d rather read it on my own…” Elaine remarked.

“Oh come on,” Bunny groaned. “I want to read an actual letter from a World War Two pilot!”

“Can’t I just send you a pic?” Elaine asked.

“No, I want the real thing.”

Elaine rolled her eyes. She knew Bunny would not stop hovering over her and the letter. She handed it and her friend excitedly took it from her hand. The letter was gently ripped to the side until it opened. Bunny carefully pulled out the letter and started reading. As she scanned the page, Bunny’s expressions changed from somber to amusement and…confusion.

“What is it?” Elaine asked.

“Were drunk letters a thing before?” Bunny asked back.

“I don’t know…why?” she replied, browsing the menu.

She took the letter from Bunny and her eyebrows furrowed with the scrawly yet still (surprisingly) legible writing.

Dear Elaine,

Where are you? It has been two years and yet! And yet I still think about you most of sometimes. Like tonight, I’m writing to you. I already sent my family and friends letters so my letter quota is done this week. I thought of writing to Mabel but So here I am writing to you.

Elaine stopped reading after that paragraph. She did not want Bunny to see her reaction towards the whole thing. After all, this letter is for her, right?

“That’s a drunk letter, bitch!” Bunny commented as Elaine folded the letter and placed it back in its envelope.

“I think I would cry if a guy wrote to me like that. Some guys can’t even spell properly, and autocorrect exists!” Bunny continued.

Elaine chuckled at her, remembering her friend’s failed dates.

“I just don’t understand how this reached me,” she admitted. “I mean, I basically ghosted him. Left him with a note that I made a waiter give to him.”

Her friend raised an eyebrow. “That’s a bitch move.”

“I know. But what am I supposed to do? Explain to him that I didn’t mean to travel back in 1941?” she said. “‘Hey Rosie, I’m the ghost from your future!’”

“Or maybe you could just shut up, go back to 1943 and just tie the loose ends. Give the guy some closure! Give you some closure!”

Closure. Rosie’s future has already been written and Elaine is sure as hell not a part of it. However, she’s not going to deny (not in front of Bunny at least) that sometimes, she thinks about him. Did he walk the same streets? Was there like a place like Minton’s where they exist (or existed) together but in different timelines?

The name Robert Rosenthal is one name she tried her best not to type in her internet search engine ever since she met him. There was a certain romance in it, about someone being a mystery, whose memories were just hers to keep. She liked it that way.

“You’re going to England on those dates, right?” Bunny reminded her. “Are you going to see him?”

The question snapped Elaine back. “What?”

She gave Elaine a look.

“Sorry, I zoned out. What was it?”

“You are so far off. I said, you’re going to England to see your dad on those dates. Are you going to see him?”

“Hmm. Decide for me?”

“Nope.”

“I don’t know. Really. Tell me what to do.”

“You know what you’re going to do.”

“What? Oh come on, don’t let me be stupid.”

Her friend snickered. “I know you know.”

Elaine’s jaw dropped, not knowing whether to laugh or strangle her friend. “I don’t know, really.”

Bunny’s phone started ringing. She took the call and Elaine continued to look at the letter, feeling its battered texture and even smelling it due to curiosity. It smelled like old paper, stuffy and a little bit of alcohol in there.

Did Minty hold on to this letter on purpose?

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Wait for me. Alright. See ya.”

“What is it?” Elaine asked.

“Lenny wants me there early for God knows why! I should go, baby.” Bunny declared. “Bring me a souvenir, yeah?”

Bunny stood up and gathered her things. Elaine took her hand playfully, pulling sad faces. “Bunny, will you decide for me…?” She laughed and gave Elaine a kiss on the cheek, the sticky strawberry scented lip gloss can still be felt.

“Bunny!”

“You know what you’re going to do!” Bunny screamed when she reached a certain distance.

When her friend disappeared from the street, she placed a few bills for tips and took off.

There’s nothing more urgent than a letter from an old acquaintance…from the 1940s.

While walking back to her place, she thought of the letter. The last time she time-traveled was almost two years ago, when she met Rosie for the first time. Before she left Minton’s, she stopped herself from going back to ask Minty about Rosie's whereabouts. She felt bad doing the French exit even though it was the right thing to do.

Few blocks later, she reached her apartment and went straight to the elevator. When the doors were closing, she heard a man’s voice. “Hold it!”

She pushed the open button and she saw a man rushing to enter. He was panting, and catching his breath. She observed the man, who was wearing an olive button down shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. He has a thick mop of curly hair, seemingly deliberately messy and his light stubble is like a more prominent 5 o’clock shadow. He has rather sharp features, especially around the jaw and chin area, but he exudes an approachable aura. Like if you borrow something or help you reach something, he would do it with no questions asked.

She has seen him a few times in the building and sometimes in the coffee shop nearby, but never really had a moment with him until today.

The man towered over Elaine, and when he saw her looking, he smiled.

“Hi,” the man greeted.

“Hey,” she greeted back, trying to sound nonchalant.

“You haven’t pushed a button,” the man observed. Elaine immediately pushed her floor number.

“Yeah…uh, what’s yours?”

“Fifth. Same as you,” he answered.

When the elevator pinged, the man motioned his hand for her to go first. She thanked him and headed to her door. As he passed her by, he said, “Thanks, Elaine.”

He was living a few doors down from her.

“How d’you know my name?” Elaine hollered.

“I met your mom a few weeks ago. She asked me to fix something in your window,” he explained. Must be the window that has a weird sound in the hinges that I always forget to oil.

He walked towards her and extended his hand. “I’m Brian, by the way.”

She shook his hand. “I’m Elaine, but you know that now.”

Brian smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, I hope that wasn’t creepy or anything.”

“It wasn’t but I’m gonna ask my mother about you.”

“Okay, all right, good point. See you later,” he said, unclasping his hand from her. She observed him until he entered his door. Better safe than sorry, she thought.

She placed her keys in the catch all bowl in the hallway and made her way to the couch. She took the letter from her bag and started reading it again, this time slower and at the comfort of her own home.

Dear Elaine,

Where are you? It has been two years and yet! And yet I still think about you most of sometimes. Like tonight, I’m writing to you. I already sent my family and friends letters so my letter quota is done this week. I was thinking of writing to Mabel but So here I am writing to you.

This war has been going on for too long. Too many brave men we had to mourn over and then still fly the next day. Some friends I made in the base are now gone and I don’t know if they’re dead or in some POW camp. Their absence is most felt at night, when the once full officers club is now half-empty. Some barracks now sit empty and too neatly, as if no one stayed there.

One time I had to tell a girl from the Red Cross that the man she danced with the night before died the next day. I couldn’t even look at her properly. It was awful.

I wish I could talk to you. I tried to have a little faith like you said, but sometimes I’m losing it. Can you help me find it? Tell me, how are you? Again, where are you? Are you still in New York? Partying in Minton’s? Minty said he hasn’t seen you Assigned to some base? Are you in the Red Cross? Are you a nurse? I don’t think you are because you might punch them once they touch you On the Pacific side of the war? Are you still there?

One morning, I thought I saw you in the base’s Red Cross clubmobile, giving away doughnuts and hot coffee. Same brown hair, pinned like the last time I saw you, alongside with red lipsticks the women wore.

When I blinked, I realized it was someone else. I hate it.

If you find yourself across the pond in England, I’ll be in Hammersmith, London from November 5 until 7. An officer recommended that I stay in Brooke Green so that’s where I’ll be. He also told me about the Hammersmith Palace Palais where he said they play jazz most nights.

I’ll meet you in Hammersmith Palais at 6 o’clock on November 5.

Please come. I want to see you If you could come, then great! If you don’t reply, I’ll never write again anymore. I promise. Tonight just felt like a good time to release whatever I’m feeling.

Yours,

Robert Rosenthal

PS. I don’t know where to send this so I’ll send this to Minton’s. I hope this reaches you. If it doesn’t I’ll blame Minty. Or the postal service first.

The letter is similarly aged like the envelope. She inspected both envelope and letter and she found that it was resealed before it reached her. Probably there was another letter but it was for Minty. Either way, the history of the letter and how it reached her was fascinating. This may be the first time she received a letter from the past despite time traveling for quite some time. Has there been recent developments in the field of time travel?

However, she considered Rosie’s invitation. It has been almost two years since they saw each other and yet, there’s a letter inviting her to London. Didn’t he think of her as rude after she left him with a note? She basically ghosted him without any chance of him reaching out. What is this, fate's cruel trick? For what? She left other people from the past like this as well, but how come her departure from Rosie seemed horrible?

Elaine laid the letter on her lap and stared at the ceiling for a while. She listened to the slow hum of the AC and the sound of her breathing, wondering what her next steps would be.

She took her phone and searched the address where the letter was written from. USAAF Station 139, she typed.

RAF Thorpe Abbotts. She clicked on some photos and articles and found it was an old air base used by British and American forces during the Second World War. Was he a pilot?

Then she typed his name in the internet search engine. Seconds later, a man in his uniform appeared, most definitely Rosie. His mustache was shaved, but his eyes had a certain twinkle in it. Bunny was right, he was handsome. He did become a pilot. A squadron commander, whatever that means! (But it sounds impressive.) Exhaling loudly, she clicked his name and read the concise version of his life.

What a life you had, Rosie.

Should I still be a part of this?

Laying her phone on the couch, she walked to her window and lit up a cigarette. She observed the sunset, its various hues of pinks and oranges illuminating the city. People are rushing on their way home, while others are taking their lovely time. Elaine imagined him among the people, perhaps the man who was wearing a suit with a leather suitcase.

She continued smoking and letting tons of possibilities pass her through.

Elaine knows what she’s going to do.

#masters of the air #rosie rosenthal #we'll meet again #rosie rosenthal x oc #mota #mota fic #masters of the air fic #time travel au #oc: elaine byrne #time travel

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sapphyreopal5 · 4 months

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Did you see a certain someone deleted her instagram account? Why do that if you’ve got nothing to hide?

Hello Anon thank you for the ask. Yes, I did see she truly temporarily deactivated her account for a few hours last week. I see you sent this ask in last week about an hour after I myself was told by someone that her profile can't be found (and I myself couldn't either). At first glance with the last post she created, it sounds like she decided to leave her account up but to consider it deactivated. She claimed she will only leave her IG up so people can read that post and left a few other posts up. The post also claims she showed up to her makeover that day crying from all of the Megyn Kelly statement and following criticism of her looks. However, upon closer inspection, assuming the "after" photo Megyn used in talking about the said plastic surgeries she's had, it is in fact from the day she got that same makeover with the heavy contouring. This to me implies she was upset about other things before she got this makeover. "I got my makeup done that day and it involves major contouring and I remember leaving and feeling pretty. And even that day was an immensely stressful day for me. I came running to these girls and I showed up in tears after what happened that day and I left feeling better because I felt like they had reduced my lack of sleep and worked their magic wands. I saw the comments, scathing enough to just turn off my comments." For reference, here is the video clip where Megyn Kelly made the remarks alleging Erin has had some work done.

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Also earlier in this same post she stated "I had no idea what was going on, to be honest, because I've had one of the most challenging weeks of my life". She certainly implied there were other things going on that week prior to people making more criticisms over her looks. As for what upset her before the makeover, I believe that based on a post I saw about a couple weeks or so ago in her story, her new puppy got sick as at least part of why she was upset and sleep deprived. In 2 of 3 bullet points in this story, she said f*ck you to people who don't clean up after their dogs. I unfortunately don't have the screenshot of this, as I recently cleared my phone out some.

Now, as for whether Megyn was lying or not.... Just a couple days ago Daily Mail wrote an article showing her walking her dogs with a "natural complexion" (which I by the way disagree with the author that she was makeup free here). This last post of hers stated what Megyn said was false news. Looking at the most recent photos of her from that Daily Mail story and then also some from just a few months ago, I do notice quite a bit of a difference between her looks as of a couple weeks ago versus a few months ago. Whether she simply lost a lot of weight from stress or if she really doesn't want to admit she's had work done is up to you to decide. One cannot deny that she looks a good bit different from how she did 10 years ago. I believe it can logically be said that Megyn's remarks simply are what made the water boil over. I will certainly say this too. I saw some of the comments on her last post and one user made a good point: deleting all of her most recent photos off her Instagram certainly helps her case none whatsoever, and in my opinion just fueled the fire even more.

She has a very interesting history when it comes to her social media page and the posts she makes, deleting posts, clearing out pages she follows, etc. I know at one point based on what her Socialblade analysis said, she removed 68 posts and unfollowed 207 out of 605 pages sometime between 9/25 and 9/28 from her profile (talk about scrubbing). I remember a post she made on 1/18 that said "your “wyd” hour is my “sit back & watch the red flags fly” hour" she deleted on 1/23. Again, I removed some of my screenshots from my phone and didn't capture it on my desktop but it still shows up in Google searches as seen in the link above so it did once exist.

And no, not everything shows up on archive websites as this article here discusses particularly with Instagram having more strict privacy policies and sometimes Instagram will straight up deny permission to archive posts to archiving software and websites, such as Wayback Machine.

When she reactivated her profile, she went from having 194 media to just now 11. Of course, she's also deleted other posts she's made in the past usually within a few weeks after made but during her last scrubbing she removed some that were more than a year old.

She's also turned off comments on her posts multiple times in the past. As for why she does not have a social media manager, I couldn't say for sure (although some have said in the past she doesn't have the means to hire one). It's also interesting to note that she followed 1 new page yesterday on her so called "deactivated" Instagram account. As the Daily Mail author of their latest story on her appearing in LA walking her dogs said, she was clearly glued to her phone when she was out. I would say she made it a point to be seen "makeup free" by the paparazzi after what Megyn said about her but that's just me speculating...

I say this with respect and out of concern for her well-being. As someone who has educational and work background in healthcare and even psychology, I have reasons to believe that she has some mental health issues she needs to get addressed and that's 100% okay. Anyone who says they don't have something going on in this crazy world is frankly a liar. However, I definitely do think that she had a very dramatic reaction to Megyn Kelly's statements about her. She could've simply pointed out how Megyn used a decade old photo but incorrectly calling it a year old. This would've effectively made Megyn Kelly look like an idiot and could've just left it at that. Deleting all of her most recent photos merely fueled the fire in my opinion as I said earlier in this post.

I believe she made this last post/public statement to Megyn Kelly as a cry for help and yes in that, for attention. She made another story late last night that says thank you to the people who are sharing their stories and that she wants to hear what others have to say. She's probably a very sweet girl like those who have met her at conventions have said but fact is, she is certainly very sensitive and I question if her skin is thick enough to last in the entertainment industry. Time will tell of course but the reality is, no matter who you are in the show biz people will always have unrealistic expectations of your looks and you will always have critics (some more than others).

Thank you for the ask Anon.

#Anon answered #erin moriarty

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ahungeringknife · 4 months

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Posting original stuff for the first time always feels like the top of a roller coaster just before the drop for me :,D Info links are all at the bottom

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The Zealous Servant | 1 | No place like home

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If not for the feeling of his stomach in his throat Spayar wouldn't have even noticed when they came in for a landing. Two rows ahead someone threw up in a bucket and he was glad they'd waited until they landed. The small cabin started smelling like vomit almost immediately and several of Spayar's old platoon-mates started giving the person a hard time. They thought flying was bad they wouldn't have lasted one week in their platoon!

Before it could get too rowdy or a fight break out the doors were opened and the two flighters who'd brought them here started directing everyone out. Spayar got up and was out the cabin quickly to get out into the open sky. He'd seen it was gray skies from the window in the cabin and now landing the clouds seemed even lower than usual. He went over to the waiting area for his luggage with the rest of the passengers. It was already covered for the year for the rain. On the landing pad the two wyrms were stretching their legs from the flight and one was already starting to curl up like a sleeping cat, its bristles and razor scales and spines laying flat so it looked like a smooth dull gray stone. Porters were running around the back of the cabin, a aerodynamic cylinder with a couple of portholes and two doors, unloading the luggage.

A man he'd served time with knocked shoulders with him, "So you coming back for more fun, Hillsman?" he asked.

"As delightful as losing my gag reflex was-" he paused when the he laughed "- I have other civil work to do."

The man nodded slowly. "That was a dumb question, Fanger," another platoons-man said to the older man. She was Spayar's age. "Spayar's d'aelar to the Prince. You're lucky the Prince didn't pull rank to pull him out sooner." Spayar grimaced. She didn't have to say it so loudly as now some normal passengers were looking at him. It was too early in the morning for him to have to look dignified. He did square out his shoulders at least.

"Right. Forgot that. You talk way too normal to fit in with those stuffy nobles," the man clapped Spayar on the shoulder hard.

It's almost like I'm educated and know when it's better to dumb myself down, Spayar thought but didn't say. "Have to bring them down to my level sometimes," he said with his best charming grin.

"Hillsman?" one of the porters called as they'd brought the luggage from the back. He slipped out from the man's grip and collected his luggage, a back pack and a small carry trunk. He saw the faded buoyancy weave on both items put on there before the flight to keep the weight down and just reconnected the threads. The bag and trunk immediately weighed a third of their normal weight. He picked up the trunk one handed after slinging the pack over his shoulder and walked off the landing platform and down to the post office below.

It was busy already at the Central Office but mostly of postal people, the odd flighter boredly waiting around for their daily trips, or the bustling blue dressed messengers. A few people already were in line to send their mail. He paid none of them any mind. He just wanted to get home.

There were taxis waiting outside the post office after an air travel landing. He just took the first one, a petty cab pulled by what looked like an ostrich if not for a face like a rat and lacking any feathers and was instead brown furred and covered in a smattering of black and dark brown spots. The driver sat astride it while Spayar loaded in. "Where to, fella?" the driver asked.

"Synnerstock street, number sixteen, out in Bellringer," Spayar said and gratefully sat in the taxi.

"Roger," and the driver urged the Pol'cobb forward and they were off at a good speed joining the mostly foot traffic of the city in downtown Assarus.

The trip out to Bellringer was not short and Spayar just leaned back in the taxi and watched the city fly by. He hadn't been home in two years while serving time but everything seemed more or less the same. He'd have to feed the birds as soon as he got a chance. He'd kept in touch with his friends and accomplices via letter or Seeing spell when he could manage but there were some things you didn't want to talk about over something like letters or spell that could be tracked or spied upon.

"Can we go through South Garden?" he asked the driver as they were leaving the downtown area and it looked like the driver was about to take the longer, if more scenic, route along Riverside and Tradesmen.

"Roger," the driver said and took a different street. Spayar thought South Garden was a pretty neighborhood too. Lots of hanging flower baskets or grow boxes in their windows but the cramped quarters of the houses prevented those who lived here from having proper gardens. The awnings here over the street were more colorful than the ones downtown and caused the light on Spayar's dark skin to cast it into different glows.

Entering Belringer was obvious as South Garden's streets were winding but Belringer had been laid out by strict city planners. The roads were neat and straight and there was more room for gardens for the homes, more breathing room for the inhabitants.

"Thirteen was it, fella?" the driver asked over his shoulder.

"Sixteen," Spayar corrected.

"Roger." The taxi came to a stop a few moments later. "This place?" the driver clarified.

"Roger," Spayar said and climbed out of the taxi. He pulled out his wallet and paid the driver and once he'd removed his luggage the driver kicked the pol'cobb off again and they were trundling down the street once more.

Spayar looked at the building he'd been left in front of. The front was a workshop and store front of his father's and behind was a large two story house with a large connected garden hidden by a high wooden fence. The front door was through the garden unless he wanted to pass through the shop front and he really didn't.

Much to his annoyance the garden door wasn't locked. He remembered always scolding his siblings about making sure the door was locked when they left or came home. He bet it was Duren, or maybe Anora. She was the more forgetful of the Hillsman siblings. But it benefited him today as he didn't have to fish his key out and entered the garden. It was full of late summer growth and early autumn sprouts, some tended to in neat rows and others left to grow more wild.

He locked the door as he headed for the front door. It also wasn't locked. He walked right in and Spayar was greeted by the smell of his mother's cooking from the kitchen where he heard her moving around and probably making a mess of things. She was a good cook if not a very tidy one. Spayar closed the door softly and went around to the three quartered walled kitchen. She didn't notice him at first.

At least he thought she didn't. "Duren you just had breakfast, lunch isn't for a while yet, go back to helping your father," she said in her sweet accented Feylian, not looking at him. Spayar smiled to himself. She thought he was his little brother. Spayar hoped he hadn't gotten as tall as Spayar was already.

"I would but Duren's not here," Spayar said giving his mother such a fright she nearly threw the spoon she was using to tend to whatever was on the stove.

Relora spun and let out a cry. Spayar grinned when his mother rushed over and gave him a great hug. She felt slight in his arms when he hugged her back. She was saying something excitedly in Dirnine but Spayar hated to admit he had trouble following. "Let me see you my sweet," she proclaimed in Feylian and stepped back to take his face in both her hands.

"Amma," he said with a tired smile looking at her. She was a dark skinned Dirinnan with a few freckles on the sides of her face and around her temples framing sea glass green eyes. Her forehead was high and her long black hair was pulled back in a neat single pleat and then pinned into bun on the top of her head. Specific scars decorated the middle of forehead of a vertical straight line and two lines curved against the straight parts. Spayar didn't know the meaning of the scars but his mother usually touched them when she prayed. She said something in Dirnine. "Amma, I forget," he complained.

That made her laugh. "You've only been gone two years, Junior," she said, her teeth white in her smile.

"I'm a dumb foolish boy though, amma," he whined.

"Oh, my poor foolish mazuk," she said and fondly patted his cheek. She kissed him on the cheeks and between the eyes. "You just arrived?"

"Yes. Took a flight from Fort Fetari here in the predawn."

She frowned, "Isn't that dangerous."

"Mail wyrms fly in the dark, amma, it was fine," he said hoping to alleviate some fear. "I want to get some sleep before lunch? Before I have to get to work," he sighed.

She laughed softly. "And you work so hard, Junior," she said gently. "But try to take a few days off hmm?"

"I'll see how long I can avoid the Prince then," he told her like a secret and she didn't look impressed by that at all knowing such a thing was impossible. "I'll get that nap in at least."

"Alright. I'll have Duren wake you for lunch," and she hugged him one more time. "You can tell us all about your time served over lunch."

"Sure," he tried not to groan. He would much rather forget it if he was honest.

She let him go and Spayar scooped his trunk back up and went upstairs. Down the hall his door was opposite his sister Calli's and he could hear her in her own room. He went into his own room. It was as he left it. Bed made, things organized and put away, everything filed where it was supposed to go. His bookshelf was orderly and his mother had come in here a few times to refresh the room as there was no dust and it didn't smell like old cleaning. Two windows let in mid morning light despite the curtains and made the room very bright. An old mobile of the solar system hung from the ceiling in the corner. He set the lightened trunk and back pack down and went over to mobile. Lightly he reached up and touched the fifth planet on the mobile and connected an old weave on it. He half expected it to have faded but was pleasantly surprised it was still there. He didn't know why. Tassa had made this weave and she was the strongest weaver he'd ever met.

While nothing about the room changed it got considerably darker in the room as the magic sprang into life over the windows as an invisible spider web, not allowing as much light in as before. Perfect for when you wanted to take a nap during the day or if you were hung over from the night before and the suns were just too much.

Spayar didn't even bother taking off any of his clothes except his boots, coat, and belt before face planting onto his bed with a groan.

He was woken by a small, dense, body throwing itself onto him. He started awake as arms wrapped around him. "De-de, time to wake up!" Duren cried at the top of his voice making Spayar's ears ring.

"I'm awake," Spayar said with all the affection one would have for a problematic isopod. It wasn't that he didn't love his baby brother he just did not love being jumped on.

"Amma said it was time for lunch," Duren said brightly.

"So I surmised," Spayar said and tried to sit up, impossible with a small child clinging to his waist. "Duren-- we can't go to lunch if you don't let me go."

"But I like hugging you," Duren said looking at him with the same green eyes their mother had. "I missed you."

Spayar softened despite his desire to be annoyed. Duren had gotten bigger since the last he'd seen him, both taller and wider. He had to be what, seven? Eight? He thought it was eight. Still chubbier than a normal eight year old with baby weight. He was cute so Spayar didn't mind. "Yeah but I'm hungry. Aren't you? Working with dad doesn't work up an appetite? I should tell him he's slacking-

"No! We work a lot," Duren insisted and climbed off Spayar. Spayar got up and didn't mind when Duren grabbed his hand. "You didn't come through the shop," he said as Spayar left his room, Duren in tow. He didn't hear Calli in her room and figured Anora was at school.

"Doo'suvf talks," was all Spayar said, speaking of their father. "And I wanted to come home and sleep."

"Hmph," Duren wasn't impressed and Spayar let go of his hand so they could walk down the stairs. Duren trundled down the steps two at a time, hopping off the final three steps, "Amma! I got Junior," he proclaimed.

"Duren I've told you not to jump from the higher steps," Relora scolded Duren who pouted at her, puffing up his cheeks and lips. "It's dangerous, you could hurt yourself."

"But I didn't amma," Duren said.

Spayar left his mother to scold Duren and wandered towards the dining room and-

Sitting next to his sister was someone very out of place in a family home of dark skinned Dirinnans. Or it would have been if Von hadn't spent most of their childhood sneaking out of the Palace to come have meals and sleepovers at Spayar's. "You," he pointed at Von sitting next to Calli.

They both whipped around at his voice. Von pointed right back. "You. What are you doing here?"

"I live here!" Spayar cried and Calli giggled into her hand. "What's your excuse?"

"I was in the area," Von said with that annoyingly handsome smile of his that made him like a sunbeam.

"Lemp's ball sack you were," Spayar said and sat across from Von at the table. Vondugard Le'Acard was Spayar's best friend and the most beautiful man he'd ever laid eyes on. All fair golden skin and hair with the most intensely cerulean eyes he'd ever seen. When he smiled he had dimples and wore his hair at a fashionable length around the top of his ears with a long front fringe that today he had pinned back with a gaudy silver unicorn rampart clip. Spayar didn't usually go for white guys but Von was an exception. As he was with everything. He was also a Crown Prince of the Alliance.

"He always comes and has lunch with us on Siscest," Calli said thoughtfully, rightfully snitching on him immediately.

"Since when?"

Calli just shrugged. "A while? Probably since your presence was missed in the Palace."

"I get no peace with the two of you together," Von said, hand to his forehead. Calli giggled. Calli looked a lot like Spayar but took more after their mother than their father with a high forehead, graceful nose and delicate hands. She was also lighter skinned than Spayar like their father. Spayar got Relora's nearly eggplant dark skin while Calli was simply a rich deep brown. They both also had their father's black eyes. Duren was the only one who'd gotten Relora's green eyes. She and Von were the same age and he was suddenly reminded that meant they've both start their own time served this year.

Duren joined them then, sitting next to Spayar and flopped his head on the table, thoroughly chastised by their mother. "You never mentioned you visited so often," Spayar said to Von.

"Was it so important? You know writing long letters bores me," he said dismissively. Calli giggled again.

"Yeah well I--!!" Spayar ended in a yelp when he was nearly lifted, seat and all, up into the air from behind. "Doo--im, stop," he complained to his father who had enveloped him and was kissing him on the face. How utterly embarrassing.

His father released him with a deep laugh and patted Spayar's shoulder hard. "You snuck around the side then, Junior?" he asked.

"I'd rather die than let your apprentices see you do that," Spayar said, deadpan. Spayar Senior was a handsome man with a shaved head and was growing his beard out for winter. Spayar knew his father could look incredibly intimidating but when he smiled, like now, it was utterly charming and disarming. He wore a sleeveless shirt that showed off his wide shoulders and strong arms covered in scars too imprecise to be anything but weapon wounds. Spayar looked a lot like him except Senior's face had a more firm jaw and a wider mouth. He was missing a few teeth but had replaced them with gold making his smile flashier than even Spayar's.

"Ah but it is my job to embarrass you as your father," Senior said with a charming smile that Spayar could mirror, his accent less pronounced than Relora's.

"At least wait until after lunch," Relora appeared with a pot of rice and Spayar perked up. He hadn't had rice while serving time.

Senior said something in Dirnine Spayar parsed out as something like 'yes, my beloved' and was more horrified at how bad his home language was just after two years serving time than he was at his parents being lovey dovey. Senior sat at the head of the table as Relora went back into the kitchen and brought out a full baked goose stuffed with grains and vegetables from the smell.

"Now where is Anora, school should have-

"Amma, dooim, I'm home!" the front door crashed open when the last Hillsman child came home from school for lunch hour.

"You come here willingly every week?" Spayar asked Von over the commotion of Relora sweeping over to Anora who was excitedly talking about school. Spayar had to put up with this because he loved his family but Von was the crown prince.

Von just smiled his beautiful smile. "It's much more fun than having lunch with my sister." For a moment his face turned brittle but only because Spayar knew what he was looking for.

"Which one? The idiot or the bitch-

"Oooh, de-de that's a bad word," Duren said next to him.

"Junior," Senior said like a warning even as he was carving the goose.

"It's not bad. It's just a grown up word and I'm a grown up now," Spayar said and stuck his tongue out at Duren who did the same to him, making an extra gross face as he did to make Spayar snicker.

Anora and Relora arrived at the table with Anora being a whirlwind of excited voice and hands. She was talking to Relora non-stop even as Relora got her into a chair. She looked a spitting image of their mother with a lower forehead and Senior's dark eyes and skin. Her long wavy hair was done in braided pigtails today. She was completely oblivious to Spayar and Von at the table as she started talking to Calli next. Senior put some goose and stuffing on Spayar's plate.

"Are you just staying for lunch?" Spayar asked Von while three other conversations were happening. It was a pretty typical meal for the household and for Dirinnans and cross talk was to be expected.

"We could hang out," Von said as he was served.

"I need to feed the birds," Spayar scooped some rice onto his plate.

"Right. I forget you do that."

"You talk to our friends?"

"Everyone's still alive if that's what you're asking."

"Tassa around?"

Von grimaced. "I dunno. You know she isn't fond of me."

"I think you underestimate her," Spayar said casually. "Is she?"

"I haven't seen her. We don't run in the same friend group."

Right, you two don't talk unless I'm around, Spayar thought with an internal sigh.

"-- Junior? Have you been here the entire time?" Anora suddenly asked him.

He looked at his little sister. Middle child with way too much energy. "Yes," he said patiently.

"And you just sat there!"

"You were talking to Calli- oof," he grunted when Anora hugged him tightly. "Uh-huh," Spayar said when Anora started talking to him rapidly about school and math. Spayar was the only one she could talk about math too since he was the only one in the family any good at it other than her. Not for the first time he reminded himself to talk to Senior about getting her an apprenticeship with an alchemist. She was old enough. He was only half following though as he scooped lunch into his mouth, giving indications he was listening. Anora rarely wanted a full conversation, she just wanted to tell you about what she was excited about and she was excited about many things.

Anora had him captive the rest of lunch and he half listened to everyone else's conversations while keeping up with her telling him about algebra. Calli and Von were having a pleasant conversation about Calli's new job she was starting this week at a watch maker, the last one she'd had at a florist had fallen through. Senior was talking across the entire table to Relora in Dirnine that Spayar was vaguely aware was about work. Senior was also talking to Duren about what they'd be doing after lunch.

He was so glad to be home.

Von was sitting on Spayar's bed while Spayar was digging through his carry trunk. The sounds of the city outside were dampened and even the light seemed faded and diffused in the room as the purple sun of the mobile glowed softly with magic. The room was effectively sealed from outside viewing, hearing, or scrying by all but the most powerful magic users. Von was leaned back casually on one hand waiting for Spayar to find what he was looking for.

"You really going to feed the birds today?" Von asked as Spayar found what he was looking for.

"Mom wanted to go shopping. I volunteered," Spayar said peeling back a final layer of clothes. It was a simple locked box about the length of his forearm that he picked up and put on his desk. There was no key hole or any sort of actual mechanism to open it, where a key hole would be just a solid piece of metal. To open a safe box like this you needed to be a mettalurgist. It just happened metal ran in the family. Needing no spell or weave Spayar smeared the solid iron down from the lock opening and released the lid from the bottom. He opened the box and pulled out a letter in a sealed envelope from among the items inside. The envelope was sealed with magic that would also make them explode should someone not the intended person open them. The intended person being Spayar himself.

He opened the envelope. "From Councilman Milo Theron," he said as he handed the paper inside to Von. He closed the safe box after.

"Who?" Von asked as he took the papers.

"Sinso's friend in Galinsum," Spayar said as Von unfolded the letter. "Councilman, very high up. Sinso was working on something in secret along with trying to figure out the perfect formulae to make someone vomit on command," he ended with a sigh as Von started reading.

"Sinso was your contact in the Arm, right?" Von clarified.

"Yes. If you asked him I was his little stooge," Spayar said as he put the safe box up on a shelf where it had gone before he'd served his time.

"You're so good at it though I'm not surprised," Von teased him and Spayar rolled his eyes. Von read the letter and his brows slowly furrowed seriously. Spayar sat in his desk chair while Von read the multiple page letter. "Hmm," Von said after a few minutes. "That sounds quite like treason if I was the Governor of Galinsum," he said casually.

"So he fits right in with us," Spayar said seriously.

"Who's the Governor there again? Remind me," Von said even as he read the letter again.

"Jengin Albera," Spayar recited dutifully.

"Right, the 'immortal alchemist'," Von said distractedly. "He's not Feylon is he?"

"No."

"Have we met him?"

"I don't believe personally. He does attend some of your mother's balls and galas though," Spayar said. "We've been introduced at the very least."

"Hmm," Von was very seriously reading the letter again. "Never thought I'd see proper war alchemy."

"It's potentially quite devastating," Spayar said.

"Have you seen it?"

"It was something Sinso was working on yes. Him and other alchemists serving in the arm, away from Galinsum and their pacifism."

"Can you get a message to Theo reliably?"

"He accepts mail."

"Is it screened?"

"He's a Councilman, I imagine not," Spayar said thoughtfully. Von got up from the bed and came to the desk. Spayar turned around and shuffled some papers out. "Ink or pencil?"

"Ink well," Von said and Spayar knew what he was going to do. If Spayar knew Von any less he'd think it was a gross over display of power but Von's entire family was a gross over display of magical ability. The tips of Von's fingers glowed orange and became sharpened like needles and Spayar watched him stitch together a weave in moments and a few complicated hand motions. Then Von put a glowing finger to the page and ink jumped out of the well directly onto the paper. Von didn't have to speak or even write it, the words were transcribed directly to the paper at the same speed as his thoughts. He'd seen Von do this enough times to not be overly impressed but the speed he could construct a well spoken letter was more impressive than the magic.

Von paused, lifting his finger from the paper, just to check something in the letter Theo had sent before putting it back down and finishing the letter. Then he tugged on a piece of the weave and it snapped closed into the perfect size to fit into an envelope. "I'll send it off when I go shopping," Spayar said looking for an envelope.

"Pay for expedited. I want it in his hands tomorrow morning," stepping away from the desk.

"Of course," Spayar said as he hand wrote the staffs of the address with a pen.

"If Theo is courting me what's the odds other Councilmen are courting my siblings?" Von asked quietly.

"Sinso made it sound like most Councilmen aren't interested in treason for personal gain."

"Then why is Theo?" Von said and looked at the letter again. "And why me?" he was particularly surprised by that one.

"You have a d'aelar," Spayar said throwing his arm around the back of his chair to turn and look at Von.

Von whipped around, blue eyes wide for a moment, and then he smiled slightly. "I do," he said smugly. "Don't remind Teldin," he added. Spayar laughed. "Was that all the work for today?"

"Yes," Spayar said standing, grabbing the envelope.

"Good," and Von used a spell to light the letter on fire. It burned to a crisp into ashes but didn't even mark his perfect hand.

"You made a mess in my room," he said, looking down at the ashes.

"You'll forgive me," Von said with a cute smile like he never thought Spayar wouldn't. And damnit if he wasn't right. I'd forgive you anything, Spayar thought and it was both fond and frustrated with him. "So, feed the birds?"

"You're coming?"

"Probably not. It bores me. And I'm sure my minders are missing me-

Spayar put his hand to the bridge of his nose, "Of course," he said, squeezing. Von just snickered. He raised his hand and disconnected the weave around the purple sun of the mobile and light and sound returned fully to the room.

"Now that you're back home we can start work properly," Von said even as Spayar brushed the ashes up to throw them away.

"Again," Spayar sighed grabbing his rain coat and hat for the low hanging clouds outside.

"Yes. Again," Von said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I have ideas but I was waiting for you."

"Hopefully not on everything?" Spayar asked as they left his room.

"No. Just some big plays."

Calli's door opened as they were walking down the hall. "Junior," she called.

"Yeah?" he called back.

"You're going shopping for amma right?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm coming. Amma doesn't trust you not to take six years to do the shopping."

"I don't take six years," Spayar said with a slight roll of his eyes. But yes he did take longer to do the shopping only because he got the shopping done quickly and spent the rest of the day feeding the birds or people watching.

"Let me grab my coat," and she vanished back into her room.

"Still can't believe you came here every week to have lunch," Spayar mumbled to Von.

"Only for the cooking. I wouldn't bore your family with royal or court trivialities," Von said. "Even if Calli has raked me over the coals about it," he sighed.

"Why?"

"She has it in her mind-- ah Calli, is that the coat I got you?" Von asked, changing topics when Calli came out wearing a new rain coat of the sweetest pink color Spayar had ever seen, the outside shiny and waxed to keep the rain off.

Calli beamed even as she was pulling her long wavy hair up into a high tail. "Yes."

"You bought my sister a coat?"

"Seemed polite," Von shrugged.

"It was for National Day," Calli said quickly. National Day was a country wide holiday that marked the official first day the first Asuras, Sinou, had taken the throne almost two thousand years ago. It happened in high summer when the moon flowers bloomed along the Meltong. "He got Anora one too and Duren new rain boots."

"Didn't get me anything," Spayar complained.

"You were four provinces away," Von groaned. "What was I supposed to do?"

"I dunno, visit?" Spayar groused even as they headed down the stairs. Behind him Von was saying some groveling type of apology while Calli giggled. Spayar wasn't really upset but it was always a good time to tease Von. The prince needed it. "Mom, do you have your shopping list?" he called once down on the first floor, not quite sure where Relora was.

"It's on the table," her voice called from the sitting room.

Spayar scooped it up. "So you're coming," he pointed at Calli, "and what are you doing?" he pointed at Von.

"I'll find something to do. We're having a get together at Red Garter tonight, coming?"

"Maybe."

"Can I?" Calli asked.

"No," Spayar said immediately.

Calli rolled her eyes. "Why not?"

"Because it's a drug bar," Spayar said keeping his voice down so Relora didn't hear. He saw the tips of Calli's ears turn red. Unlike Spayar most of his siblings were quite sheltered and being raised by immigrants they didn't always have the same proclivities as typical Feylon. Especially at places like a bar. Also there would be boys there and Spayar couldn't get high or enjoy himself knowing some leech might touch his sister.

"I- fine," she huffed, cheeks puffing out slightly. She went and gathered up the shopping bags.

"Red Garter's not that bad," Von said quietly as they followed her.

"No," Spayar said again. "Unless you want to be the one keeping an eye on her?"

"What? No. She's your sister."

"Exactly. No."

"Will you two stop whispering and come on," Calli groaned. "The meteorologists said the rains were starting today."

"They say that every day starting the middle of J'dorr," Spayar said.

"And aren't they right?" Calli asked.

"Eh, sometimes," Spayar allowed and did follow Calli out. The clouds did seem much lower than earlier though so Spayar put the envelope into an inside pocket of his coat and put his hat on over his wavy hair.

"You didn't bring a rain coat Vondugard," Calli said as they stepped out from the porch and into the garden.

"Oh, I'll be fine," Von said cheerfully. "You know the rain doesn't bother me."

Calli just looked confused. "He's a warlock, Calli," Spayar said, unimpressed.

"So?" she blinked at them both even as a slight misting started to fall from the sky. She pulled up the hood of her rain coat. Von just once more coated his fingers in magic and made a complex weave. The rain began beading up on an invisible barrier he'd woven around himself. It was wide enough that any large enough drops didn't even touch him and just fell harmlessly off to the side.

Calli looked at Spayar, "You can't do that."

"I don't want to do that," Spayar huffed. "Show off," he told Von and headed for the street.

"Well what's the point of being Le'Acard if I can't show off sometimes?" Von said following after him. "And this is where I say farewell my Hillsman friends," he beamed all sunshine on a miserable day. Spayar hated his fool heart for fluttering. He'd known Von how many years and he still got all silly?

"Don't get into trouble," Spayar said.

"Me? I would never," and with a wave he walked off.

Spayar and Calli stood there for a moment watching him walk off, a spring in his step. "He's such a pain in the ass," Spayar declared and then turned and walked the other way. Calli laughed into her hand as she followed after Spayar.

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Labour MP from Birmingham says she'd take her kid to the psychiatrist if her daughter said what Lili did and other scathing commentary about the Nigeria trip (From Have I Got News For You) by u/wonderingwondi

Labour MP from Birmingham says she'd take her kid to the psychiatrist if her daughter said what Lili did, and other scathing commentary about the Nigeria trip (From Have I Got News For You) Jess Phillips MP was in disbelief over Meghan's claim that Lili said "Mama, I see me in You" on last week's Have I Got News For You, a topical comedic news show in its 67th seriesJess is a major Labour frontbencher and could end up as a top government minister in July. She's also based in Birmingham, where Invictus wants to be held in 2027.How to watch https://ift.tt/dk0J9wb (apologies, cannot find an international link right now)transcript:Jason Manford: In a Busy Week, what did the King not have time to do?Jess: Didn't see Harry, who came over, for some reason. I can't remember.Jason: Invictus Games, I thinkJess: Oh, is it the Invictus Games?Ian Hislop, the most sued man in Britain, allegedly: But I mean, they were in the same city at the same timeJess: I'm often in the same city as my dad, and I don't go and see him. I mean, like, not every day. Maybe he's going to pop in another time.Ian: Have you written a book about him called I Hate You?*audience laughs*Jess: No. I don't hate my dad, FYI.Glenn Moore: I think Charles saw David Beckham instead... No offence to my own son, I would do the same...Jason: Where did Harry go next?Ian: Nigeria. he went on a royal tour,Glenn: Oh, that's that prince who emailed meIan: They went on what wasn't a royal tour... but it looked a lot like a royal tourJason: Harry and Meghan went on a three day trip to Nigeria. According to the Daily Mail, all anyone could talk about was Meghan's dramatically long hair. Is that what you guys have been chatting about this week?Jess: Yeah, the people of Birmingham hardly speak of little elseJason: Meghan did make a motivational speech, as per. What did she tell a group of students?Ian: She said her daughter, Lilibet, had said to her, "When I look at you I see you in me" which is pretty good for a two year old. it just makes me feel like my own children were a bit thick.Jason, reading quote: "A few weeks ago, she looked at me and saw the reflection in my eyes, and said, 'mama, I see me in you'. Now, she was talking really literally, but I hung onto those words and I thought, 'yes, I do see me in you, but as I look around this room I see myself in all of you as well'... Jason interrupts; Oh, everybody's gone *audience laughs*Jason continued: I imagine that is what happened on the dayJess: The idea that a two year old said that. about her own kid> She said something with poo in it and then laughed. And if she didn't, then take your kid to see a psychiatrist. What's wrong with them?...Jess talks about another one of her kids running into a wall with a bucket on his head whilst top toff Jacob Rees Mogg's 6 year old was reading a book on the Romans, wearing a suit. post link: https://ift.tt/iPB47A2 author: wonderingwondi submitted: May 25, 2024 at 01:17AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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beardedmrbean · 1 year

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Looks like he's moving on from his regular racism and expanding his horizons boss

Submitted anonymously

Man, why can't he just be normal and make fun of the French like everyone else does.

I'm gonna nab a few more headlines for this one since I saw a few winners when I was looking up the link for the screenshot you sent.

NY Post is a little more restrained. Daily Mail on the other hand delivers as usual

'I may be Irish but I'm not stupid'

Not sure if I would classify that as a slur, absolutely a insult though, but I'll let the Ireland Irish decide if it is or isn't I don't have the proper perspective to say.

#submission #anonymous #man suffers from foot in mouth disease

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cdmagic1408 · 2 years

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Highlights from The Art of Onward book!

alright so I've decided this week for Onward Fan Art Friday that I'd do something a little different...

tbh I kind of had a hard time deciding on a theme for my 11th edition—or "up to 11" I should say—post, so hopefully that'll be decided by next week (it most probably will)

so what's this week all about you ask?

well believe it or not, I had never owned ✨The Art of Onward book✨ until yesterday! i know...crazy, right? but I found my opportunity to finally get it when i saw that it was 45% off on Amazon. so instead of paying the usual 40 bucks, I only had to pay $21! it was good deal, I'd say. but yeah I had ordered it a couple days ago, it came in the mail yesterday, and as soon as I got my hands on it I read through the whole thing, carefully looked through every page, did some excited squealing every now and again lol...cue my daily I absolutely love this film, its world, and its characters so much speech...

it took me like three hours and all I can say is WHAT A RIDE. this is such an amazing book!!

Now I've seen a good number of the art in this book from previews or elsewhere on the internet, but there are also a ton of really cool pieces in here that I'd never seen at all before that I am just blown away by! it reminded me of the amazing onward fanart I only ever see on Instagram, and in turn—the purpose of my onward fanart sharing series

so whether you own the Art of Onward book or not, tonight I'm going to spotlight pieces from within it that caught my eye, deserve more recognition, and perhaps some analyzation (this is OFFICIAL onward art after all...)

and let me tell ya, picking just 10 pieces for this wasn't easy...everything from everyone in here is SO GOOD!

Artists

just a few quick pre-notes...

I did happen to catch the names of the artists in some of the angles, but others not so much, so I'm gonna credit them all down below like I always do anyway

I won't, however, put in links to instagrams this time around because some members of the fabulous onward crew don't have insta and instead either don't have social media at all or are on lots of other social sites (primarily LinkedIn), and/or have their own portfolio websites—all of which you can easily find by looking up their name in a Google search!

lastly, all the images above are taken from The Art of Onward book, specifically my Art of Onward book, and were captured using my iPhone 13 Pro

Noah Klocek, Production Designer - ahhh I love this! The gang's all here! Ian and all his friends, including Kagar it looks like! I've always wanted to see a character line up of these 6! and a 3D model of Kagar too!

Madeline Sharafian, Head of Story at Pixar - ok this gives off major levels of sassy Ian and I just love it! I wonder what he's being sassy about tho...like, is he telling someone off? is he claiming he can do anything he sets his mind to with his magic? I NEED CONTEXT

Chris Sasaki, Art Director/Character Designer - awwwwww young Barley reading young Ian a storybook! emphasis on AWWWWWWWW!!! this is a very small drawing but it really doesn't matter how big it is...this is absolutely precious!

Maria Yi, Character Designer - I really love all her character drawings of Laurel, but I also really enjoy what she made here! This is something every artist needs a reminder of every once in a while: that all characters are made up of simple shapes and it's a great place to start when going about drawing them!

Kristen Lester, Storyboard Artist - 🎵 wouldn’t you like to quarter own a beautiful vacation home? 🎵 i swear...that song, and these lyrics in particular, from the deleted scene just started playing in my head the moment i laid eyes on this piece! i think cause the sirens themselves are holding contracts lol

Grant Alexander, Character Designer - this drawing seems to imply that Ian and Barley were once going to meet the pixie dusters in an actual swamp instead of the swamp-like aesthetic that ended up in the final film...but I love this idea of them hanging out in a club or bar when they're not riding their motorcycles!

Nat McLaughlin, Art Director/Set Designer - this concept looks very epic but also very dangerous at the same time...while I wouldn't want to risk being in a train accident inside a volcano, the idea of looking out a window and watching lava bubble and boil while riding in a subway sounds like a very fun attraction!

Don Shank, Set Designer, and self-proclaimed to draw and paint - OH MY GOSH KEVIN!!! Kevin from UP is in this drawing!! I love Kevin! if they were thinking of giving her a cameo at the time the phoenix was going to be the final villain that would've been interesting!

Zaruhi Galstyan, Freelance Character Designer - this is a piece from Jenny's set of pages and all I wanna say is I really love this beautiful character design! she looks like an ancient nature spirit! and now I have to ask: do these creatures exist in the onward-verse?

Dan Scanlon, the creator of all that is Onward! - who better to save for the best for last than our man Dan himself? I love all three of these drawings he made! I really enjoy drawings that visually set the scene and point out where everything is going to go, like actually pointing out with arrows who or what goes where

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ronoken · 2 years

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I went to an old fanfiction site I used to frequent years ago.

I posted my first stories there, back when it was still on GeoCities. I’d found out about it from a fanfiction mailing list and gave it a visit. There were maybe twenty stories there, tops. Some cheesy graphics. The usual 90′s fare.

I read everything on the site, even the smut story at the bottom of the list. I loved all of it. The idea that other people liked a show as much as I did and wanted the story to continue was incredible to teenage me. It made me want more, and when there wasn’t anymore to read, I wrote my own.

It was awful. I was extremely self-conscious about it and almost didn’t post it. The story was rife with errors and bad formatting, and it was so, so shallow. It wasn’t deep or exciting, but it was a complete story.

And maybe because it was complete, or maybe because there were so few stories available on the site at that time, it became semi-popular in that community.

And I started to get reviews. And letters. It rocked my world. Strangers were reaching out and let me know they loved my story, my shitty little story, and they wanted more.

So, I wrote more.

A lot more.

And the site grew, and dozens of new authors appeared, and then Toonami of all places picked up the show and the site just exploded. Suddenly, there were hundreds of stories, and all of them for my favorite show. It was incredible.

I started talking with the other authors on the site. We’d meet in chat rooms and discuss the show, roleplay the characters, go over story ideas, all of that. It was how I spent my evenings, and I loved it. I didn’t know what they looked like, but I recognized them. It made me feel good to see them each night. They were friends.

Over time, the show lost steam and people I recognized started to drop off the chats, and then off the sites updates. The owner of the site was interacting less and less with the community. Review sites began closing their reviews. Mailing lists became stagnant. The site went from daily updates to weekly, to montly, to whenever.

And I walked away.

That was over twenty years ago.

I went back recently. I saw something random and suddenly remembered it. All of it. I wanted to see if it was still there, if it was still updating.

I wasn’t shocked to see the main site is gone, but to my suprise, the mirror backup site is still there.

The review links are all dead. The polls don’t work anymore. The link to email the site owner is inactive… But the stories were still there.

It was like walking through an abandoned house. No one used the site after fanfiction.net and AO3 came on the scene. There wasn’t a need for it anymore, and like I said, the show had lost steam.

But the stories are still there.

I clicked through them. All my old work. Things I’d forgotten about. Stories I’d been reading and loved. I drifted over author names I’d forgotten, people I used to talk to daily. I clicked through every link on the site like I was an urban explorer venturing deep into an abandoned house.

Because that’s what it was. An abandoned house. No one lived there anymore. No one loved it anymore.

But the stories, like ghosts, are still there.

#fanficiton #writing

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thelonesomequeen · 1 year

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I saw your pepper and my brain was immediately ready to a spicy review of something 😂🦎//

Ha! I like the idea of being associated with spicy reviews of books. The other anon did a good job sharing the link to that article of Henry being used by The Rock and Dany Garcia. I definitely think he was used by them and now he isn’t going to be Superman 😢 AND he’s not The Witcher anymore either. It hasn’t been a good autumn for him, that’s for sure.

As for if his relationship with his GF is PR? I’m not completely convinced it’s only PR just due to the length of time they’ve been together, but they definitely use it for PR. Though I can understand why some think it is solely PR as everything’s been hella weird since the beginning.

But his GF has similarities to AB in that they both have friends using the N word in their social media posts and Henry’s GF has a super questionable picture where she’s got dark brown makeup on her body but not her face when she was filming a water ad in Namibia about 10 yrs ago. She gave a half assed apology to the Daily Mail (I’m sorry if anyone was offended) and tried to say it was an initiation ritual/rite the local tribe invited her to take part in. Yeah, sure. Oh and his GF was on an episode of MTV’s My Super Sweet 16 where she acted like an entitled jerk because her dad had a ton of $$. Which I guess I can forgive because I probably acted like a jerk at 16 and my dad didn’t have any $$ to use as an excuse 🌶️

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zommbre · 2 years

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Good evening, mutuals!

I am sharing this article because many of us live in the good ole state of Texas. The other day I received my daily ProPublica E-mail and saw this article. Having finally read it, I am outraged by the information that I learned. If you would like to read the article for yourself, I highly recommend that you do because it is very well written, it will be linked below. What follows is a short summary and rant from yours truly.

Essentially, Gov. Abbott boasted about how great Texas Medicaid is for expectant mothers, which now extends for up to 6 months after the baby is born, or is miscarried.

What he failed to mention is that Texas falls behind 33 other states in Medicaid coverage. Not very brag-worthy, don't you think?

Not only this, but it has "some of the strictest eligibility requirements in the country." (I left the hyperlink, because the included article is equally good). Everything is bigger in Texas! Well, not the maximum that a single parent with one child is allowed to earn when applying for Medicaid, which is "$196 or less a month to qualify." If you are pregnant, this cap is raised to a little over $3k a month for pregnancy related Medicaid.

The issue here is this coverage wears off after 6 months. Then you must apply for regular Medicaid, and have to make less than the $196 once more.

As someone who received an abortion, I can tell you firsthand that when you have the mandatory two doctors visits before the procedure, the doctor is legally required to encourage you to keep the baby because the "state will pay for everything, even after the baby is born."

I do not know anyone who would be able to survive as a single parent with one child plus a 6 month old baby on less than $196 a month. Even without a child I could never afford to live on that. Yet that is what the state wants them to make in order to cover them? It's honestly disgusting. Not to mention that according to "a 2020 report," the main causes of death post-partum are cardiovascular complications from birth and mental disorders.

Technically, because the U.S. is still under pandemic emergency declarations, those experiencing pregnancy are covered indefinitely, until the emergency declaration is removed, according to the article. However, that could be gone as early as this fall.

Since the Supreme Court has decided that abortions are no longer a right for people assigned female at birth, and the Governor wants to celebrate this loss of rights and boast about how well the state treats people who are pregnant, it's time something positive actually be done. If women are to be treated like breeding cattle, the least the state/country can do is make sure they have access to healthcare. I do not understand how healthcare is not a right in such a "developed" nation. And while we are at it, abortion is a right that should be included in that healthcare.

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If inexorable rage is a symptom of covid-19, I must have a high-ass viral load. And it's not just because the reboot of Gossip Girl is neither realistic enough to hit home nor fantastical enough to find escape in, (I would add, though, that the TV one watches while sick is sort of sacred and that a misfire or dashed hope feels more unforgivable than in health) but because my body feels full of illness. I could also shank somebody if the conditions and laws were right. I feel markedly alone, both demographically (who the fuck even has covid anymore?) and situationally. I watch videos of women vlogging their natural home births as a treat between massaging my sinuses. I like the embattled look on the women's faces, one of being in unfathomable pain whilst also trying to keep false eyelashes attached. Could anything sum up femininity better, except maybe Heidi Klum and her busty daughter posing together for a lingerie campaign? The hotel I booked in Paris email to chastise me for being a no-show, shave a little off my bank account accordingly. I realise when I write back to say I have covid that they'll probably think I'm lying. Sympathy in 2022 isn't what it was in 2020. G sends a nurse to my apartment to administer fluids intravenously, something that makes me feel like a celebrity, until my mother tells me I could've had a seizure. Apparently IVs without knowing exact deficiencies are risky as hell. I find the link to the company G used with a view to arguing its legitimacy, but the second entry of their website's "press" section (and, actually, what branch of medicine has a press section?) is a Daily Mail article about how much cash doctors make in an unregulated "IV League" industry. God help us all. Am I going to die? I ask mum, thinking of a scene in Orange Is The New Black where an inmate blows bubbles into a prison guard's IV, causing him to suffer a stroke. She says no, you would've died already Friends offer to bring things to my door and those who can't send content I like. A woman saw religious iconography (Boris Johnson's face) in a curry. Emrata is dating C's ex. It tracks that the two women would overlap at some point, sexually. I remember this man sent C a slew of creative and satirical gifts throughout 2019, and rode a motorcycle, sort of like a dad. M wins the content contest, sending a post by someone we both know, a screengrab of an official government message letting the recipient know his wife would like a divorce. To the image, he adds "thanks". "It's the "Thanks" for me", M says. The post seems too absurd to not be in jest, but then I think of his character - albeit working from a 2017 script since we no longer speak - his history of addiction and thus his severe Peter Pan syndrome. It's exactly the genre of attention he craves, notably from his father, who is a woman. And frankly if I was e-served, divorce or otherwise, I'd probably post it too in a moment of madness. Perhaps he's drunk or high. I would be, too. In fact the Parisian curator I met last week says her husband remembers me on a cocaine binge, skulking around his apartment 7 years ago. I walked from that apartment to some other neighbourhood and changed all of my clothes in public while trying to keep my overcoat on. Got a sinus infection, felt similar to my current covid. How far have I not come ?

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marlaluster · 2 years

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So it's really fake and weird the devil is trying to make it seem Leonardo DiCaprio is dating Gigi Hadid. My soulmates said the devil is doing this to try to make it seem Hadid is not really someone here, ie present because something has happened where she is to be here as who she really is, which is not what she appears to be here. As who she really is Hadid has a penis and looks less okay.

DiCaprio dating the women he dates up until age 25 is something to express the people are not really who they seem.

"I don't wish you to tell anything about it. It is supposed to be something where I look less here," the devil said.

But I saw a story yesterday about how it wasn't true that DiCaprio and Hadid were dating. I couldn't find the story today.

"I did do away with that story," the devil said.

But I saw a couple of stories shed doubt on whether Hadid and DiCaprio were dating. I'll link to those stories.

"Soon it will be out that that's not real. Bye," the devil said of DiCaprio and Hadid dating.

Here's a excerpt from a Daily Mail article shedding doubt on the pairing...

The source went on to say that the couple have been out together just the two of them as well as hanging out in groups with the pair not calling themselves 'exclusive' yet.

The person added: '[DiCaprio] is not someone who is in-and-out of relationships. He doesn't jump around hooking up. They are taking it slow.'

Although DiCaprio appears to have set his sights on Gigi, an insider told E! News on Tuesday that he is 'enjoying being single,' and the two are 'not exclusive.'

A source close to the model also claimed to the publication that 'neither of them want a relationship' at the moment.

'Gigi and Leo have hung out multiple times and are into each other. Gigi thinks he's a really cool guy,' they said. 'Majority of their hangouts have stemmed from being in the same social circles at various parties.'

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In addition to the Daily Mail article talking about Hadid and DiCaprio not being a couple, an article from another online outlet said Hadid's dad said she was not dating DiCaprio.

"I don't know what to do, but I don't want you to put that there. I'm saying they are dating, but I can't. So no more," the devil said.

Another thing to note about the unlikelihood that the two are dating is that photos that supposedly show the two together are extremely, EXTREMELY blurry. The devil seems to be trying to picture the two together but cannot, at least not yet.

The devil was making links not show well like they do other times on Tumblr.

Link to articles referred to in this post follow (First the Daily Mail article, second is an article from a (seemingly unreliable, but not in this instance) outlet calles Marca)...

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brothertimothysblog · 2 years

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Social media

My Cross, the title of this blog is apart of my social media. I use Tumblr I do have several who follows me. I follow several. My cross is read by those who are not with Tumblr. I have chosen this method to promote Inspirational messages, which are poems on postcards which has my URL for this blog.

A very easy way for 14 members to share the Gospel . I promote it daily. Recently I sent this blog to someone possibly 2 days before he was killed in a wreck. I will know when I cross over into eternity if this blog allowed him to know Jesus so that he also will be in heaven.

The concept is simple. Share this with your pastor ask him to have the church make a donation of 7.77 to Inspirational messages. Have 14 members send out the postcards. It’s just that simple. Those 14 will spend .40 on a stamp and they will be making someone's day. Curiosity will cause them to look at this blog and repeat the process. Each of us should have a job of getting others into His word.

We do not know when our time will end. Eternity begins. I have been to funerals where I knew where , when how and why someone stepped into eternity and ran through those white pearly gates. I have been to others when I had no assurance that the departed soul went into heaven.

I never saw any fruit. Any good results of the past. Do you have a Co worker who you believe isn’t a believer. Send or give a postcard. This ministry can change lives 1 post card at a time. Can you send the blog to 1000, of course you can. Its possible for millions of these links to be sent out. Eventually Postcards will be bought and mailed out. Those who will receive one will know that someone cares for their soul. The sending of the post cards takes faith. Faith is the key to being blessed.

Brother

Timothy.

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ejacutastic · 2 years

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George Floyd’s four-year-old great niece Arianna Delane was shot at night while she was sleeping in what her father claimed was a targeted attack.

Arianna was one of the two children and four adults who were sleeping inside the second floor of their south Houston, Texas apartment when a shooter opened fire at around 3am on New Year’s day.

Arianna was sleeping in the front bedroom when gunfire broke out.

She survived the attack and is recovering after an emergency surgery for a punctured lung and liver. She also suffered three broken ribs.

Houston police in a statement said they do not know the possible motive of the firing or if the girl or other family members were targeted.

Mr Delane claimed it was a targeted shooting but did not elaborate.

“Why would my house get shot up?” he said.

“My daughter don’t know. I can’t explain that to her. As the father, you’re supposed to protect the kids.”

I hate the way they phrased this because that really is the obvious potential motive and tbh the most likely. ALSO police showed up 4 FUCKING HOURS AFTER

The family has accused the police of a delayed response and said officials did not arrive until 7am.

Houston’s police chief Troy Finner said in a statement that an Internal Affairs investigation has been launched into the late response.

“I am aware and have concerns regarding the delayed response time in this incident and have initiated an Internal Affairs investigation,” he said.

but it's okay they're doing an internal investigation. I'm sure that'll get that fixed right up!!

#I hate the fucking way every article I could find tried to smooth over the police being 4 hours late to a fucking shooting #racism #antiblackness #violence #the other post I saw on this linked to the daily mail

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Lady C Tea YouTube 10/3/23 (a few nuggets paraphrased by me) by u/daisybeach23

Lady C Tea YouTube 10/3/23 (a few nuggets paraphrased by me) Greetings from Castle Goring!Lady C, what are your thoughts on Meghan trying to fill Diane Feinstein’s senate seat? What do you make of the Daily Mail story that Meghan was actually a contender? LOL…I did warn you all some time ago that Meghan did not stand a chance and Gavin Newsom had other fish to fry. Someone said today that Meghan was not black enough. Gavin Newsom told the news many months ago, he intended to appoint someone Black to the Senate Seat. The lady that was appointed is a Black Lesbian. She ticks all the boxes. And as we all know, Meghan complained that nobody ever called her Black until she married Harry. And, there were already better candidates in place such as Adam Schiff and Katie Porter. There was no way Meghan was ever going to get it. Maybe the person who told me Meghan wasn’t Black enough is on to something. I was told something very interesting. I was told Michelle Obama may run for President. She may come in and save the day from Sleepy Joe and Kamala Harris. She is a very credible prospect. Michelle is currently relaxing on Steven Spielberg’s yacht. Meghan, will you condemn Michelle for the carbon footprint? I think Meghan will settle for the fact that her name was mentioned at all. Remember, if Meghan can’t have power, she will settle for money.Lady C, I heard Netflix was toying with the idea of a series featuring Meghan giving a tour of the White House and discussing former first ladies. This will be all about female empowerment and Meghan will put a woke spin on it. Do you think the White House would dare to give Meghan access while her relationship with the Royal Family is so frosty? Did you notice the Clooney’s had a party the other day and neither Meghan nor Harry were there? Did you notice the Obama’s had a party and Meghan wasn't there? Do you actually think President and Mrs. Biden will allow Meghan into the White House while she is not in good standing with the Royal Family? Lady C, what do you think about Patrick Adams posting retro pics on Instagram of Meghan while she was on suits, then Meghan getting furious and demanding he take them down? I think it’s terrible she did this when he is trying to get new fans from the popularity of Suits on Netflix. I do not believe the story that he removed the pics due to the SAG strike. Well I heard that the mail online reported that someone on Meghan’s team denied she demanded the pics be deleted. And weren’t we told that Meghan and Harry said they would never communicate with The Mail Group AT ALL! And that included not confirming or denying anything. Yet they deny this.Lady C, if Meghan were to run for office would she have to renounce her titles? Would Harry? Meghan doesn’t actually hold a royal title to renounce. She has a courtesy title via her marriage. This allows her to dabble as she pleases. Harry would have to renounce his royal titles if he were to become an American Citizen and run for office. I think we should all stop thinking Harry would be a First Gentleman as we have established Meghan has no chance of being elected President.Lady C, what would happen if a monarch was openly gay? Well unless the laws change, they would still have to marry the opposite sex and have a biological child. If they marry same sex, they can’t bear children according to current succession laws. Maybe the laws will change in the future. The British Monarchy hasn’t faced this issue yet.Lady C spoke more about UK censorship, politicians who use climate change as a weapon (to the detriment of the citizens), she made a comment that Meghan is always “thwarted,” and confirmed to a viewer who thought she saw Duchess Sophie in person that Duchess Sophie is a very good looking lady.Toodles Sinners! post link: https://ift.tt/FQaug9S author: daisybeach23 submitted: October 03, 2023 at 10:49PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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This part :

Ksoo often apologized about it and promise to improve himself and reduce the jealousy. Especially when Ji leaves him at the dorm alone and goes out with his squad! That resulted too many bickerings and small arguments between them but nothing too serious. Ji always questions why Ksoo is so jealous and tells him that he shouldn't be and to tone it down. Ksoo feels guilty afterwards.

I'm sorry but it sounds like a fanfiction. Even ss can't know about those details. It's literally impossible for your "sources" to know about that if there are not part of kd's entourages...

True. I understand you.

But I only copy past the k-exol posts I found.

Also we witnessed this in Exo japan interview when Ksoo was supposed to ask a serious question to each member about something that bothered him lately.

All members asked basic things to e/o and when it was Ksoo's turn with other members he teased them with funny questions and compliments, but when he got to Ji he was like " DO YOU REALLY ENJOY HANGING OUT WITH TAEMIN AND YOUR SQUAD MORE THAN US ,YOUR MEMBERS??"

And Ji was offended and dejectedly defended himself and asked ksoo " NO! WHY ARE YOU PUTTING IT THIS WAY, YOU MAKE ME LOOK BAD! OF COURSE NOT! THAT'S NOT TRUE, I ENJOY BEING WITH YOU ALL" and continued defending himself and talking about how he always meets the members and have dinners and how he goes to the gym with chanyeol and baek and how he hangs out with the members who share the same floor as him whom are ( Sehun, Chanyeol and Suho). And then Ji said he couldn't see kyungsoo much coz of their busy schedules and Ksoo was like " No that's just an excuse, saying we have busy schedules that we can't meet is just mere excuses, but it's okay since we're always together in the dorm we always see e/o coz we live together" and it was mentioned that he said it sarcastically and annoyed. Doesn't that sound like a dialogue from a FF? Well it was posted on Exo japan Dvd book.

U must know sasaengs did work in SM hidden "as staff"!! and some staff leaked info to Sasaengs for tons money! Yes they do that and there were many many staff who went to jail for this ! Also I once read that when Managers get kicked by the company they go around spreading all secrets about the bands they worked with in exchange of massive amounts of money from their fans!I saw sasaengs dissing some SM staff for asking for a huge amount of money for some pics and news about Sehun!! U know the scandal of BP's Li/sa's own manager who took advantage of her naiveness and her trust in him and stole 1billion won from her account when she informed him that she is willing to open a project and invest in her mother land! he lied to her and promised her to find her a good local for the project and that he will invest her money in a project that would benefit her so much in thailand but at the end he took the money and disappeared, yes! Staff and managers don't get paid well btw and some go bankrupt with debts related to gambling and drinking and clubbing and paying hookup girls etc... And wanting to live a high class life and buy massive cars and appartement with loans from banks that they end up not being able to pay! And many managers asked money from their idols to solve their problems I read this few times about a female soloist and other female band who paid their manager's debts.

Didn't you hear the story of that Sasaeng who even entered Exo's main dance practice in 2018 and took pics of them practicing! Sehun talked about this somewhere i don't remember maybe on his IG or live, anyway he talked about the invasion of privacy!

U heard of the sasaengs who put cameras in teddy bears they gave to the members and recorded them for a long time before they were exposed! That happened a lot around 2013/2014 when exo became extra famous and gained tons of obsessive fans!

U heard of the sasaengs that got to Exo's hotel room and stole Ksoo's boxer and put it on sale and even his own socks! Check the post here on this link :

U heard of the fans who inserted cameras and mics under the members beds in the dorm and even in Hotels and in bathrooms!

There are tons of examples so I'll just write etc..

So yes most of 2012 Exo facts that you saw on internet back in 2012/2013 were all taken from recording the members for months by secret cameras and mics inserted in their dorm and hotels and even on the plane during flights !

I had an audio about Baekhyun's birthday party and chanyeol's birthday party with all members just talking and chilling and saying a lot of things! It was deleted after ! And i don't speak korean and didn't understood a thing back then in 2013 so I didn't care much about it! It was deleted after.

If I post what koreans wrote about Exo's daily life in their own dorm and what they said they recorded and filmed about them, you would be shocked! You would say HOW?? DID THEY LIVE WITH THEM?? Yes! THEY DID! DIRECTLY as staff and INDIRECTLY through sasaengs nasty ways.

Some sasaengs worked in S/M as staff and some sasaengs rented apartments in the same building Exo had their dorm at ! And followed them for years!

I even saw a korean exol talking about how she used to pay a woman whom is Exo's neighbor to get information about what she hears from their apartment coz they were living next door! And she said they were so noisy and so hyperactive and screaming a lot and playing music a lot and that kaisoo were the closest ones! And that korean girl didn't even like Kadi !

There was a sasaeng who even disguised as a house keeper and put application in house keepers's agency just to get the Job at Exo's dorm ! And Sasaeng paid Exo's housekeepers millions to get recordings from their daily life. Yeah that's how Kyungsoo got traumatized! And i won't say what happened to him and why he became like this! Scared of interactions with fans and he even mentioned in his interview how sad he is coz his debit trauma caused him to not make a difference btw Sasaengs and real fans that he saw them all as sasaengs and even apologized to fans to whom he was cold before! He said he can't know who would harm him and who are his real fans. And promised to improve his interactions skills. Which he did not very much improved 🤭

Ji and Ksoo and Baek were slutshamed and molested by female fans and male fans! Just a hint ! Let alone death threats and Love confessions and nasty dirty sexual letters sent to their own mail at their dorm! I gave a hint 😉

No problem i'll try to post something to prove you that I only copy past the posts of korean after asking for permission. And you will see the narratives yourself. But it's in korean and the translation is poor but deal with it!

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