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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 years

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My youngest sister brought home her university boyfriend for Thanksgiving. My middle sibling introduced cieself as "Scarlett O'Hara." He didn't know what a turkey was. It was Prince George.

#dream #i am so confused #who was prince george #what did the turkey do #thanksgiving #boyfriend #university #sibling #family #scarlett o'hara #prince george

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khruschevshoe · 2 months

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Was someone going to tell me that Vincent Van Gogh himself was going to be fucking Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor in that new period drama or was I supposed to just learn that myself?

#doctor who #vincent van gogh #prince henry rwrb #prince henry fox mountchristen windsor #prince henry of wales #tony curran #nicholas galitzine #rwrb #firstprince #mary and george

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charlotte-of-wales · 10 months

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🫶🏼🫶🏼

#now I’m off to post about all the other 3 families who were out and about today #waleses #william #catherine #prince george #princess charlotte #prince louis #july 2023

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bottombaron · 7 months

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btw i love that in Nandermo aus, where Nandor is a normal, good, human boyfriend - he's basically just Kayvan 🧡

#wwdits #nandermo #kayvan novak #nandor #i ordered one big goofy puppy dog man and i am not disappointed #but there's something amusing abt how nandor translated as an average human #is incapable of inhabiting nandor's other traits because they only work in the heightened comedy world of wwdits #otherwise it /really/ is horror #it rly gets you thinking abt how complex nandor is and the breadth of range you can experience him #he goes from love sick puppy to cruel prideful selfish prince to the aggressive bloodlust of a true monster #i love his fucked up lil brain #anyways #im being distracted from expressing my love for human au nandor who is basically kayvan as brandon fraizer from george of the jungle!#ie the perfect himbo #omg kayvan would have made a fucking amazing george of the jungle i cant unthink this

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blorbocedes · 1 year

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Below is the edited transcript of the bombshell conversation between His Royal Highness Prince of Wales George, and his lover, Mr. Alexander Albon which sent the entire nation into a shocking frenzy and started the so-called "tampongate" confirming the long speculated more than platonic relationship between the two close friends.

"Oh, Georgie, d'you wanna hear the absolute state of me today?"

"Yes. Always."

"Well, the girls were playing a spot of cricket. And they hit what they thought was the six of the century. Landed square in my face."

"No! Christ, Alex. Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did you need to go to the hospital?"

"Relax. I've taken more balls to the face before, ha! Started gushing like a waterfall though. Like a crime scene.

We're all out of clean towels, don't want it to get infected. Then Lily, the absolute genius, hands me a tampon."

"A... tampon?"

"Yes, super soakers those stuff. You know, every month women--"

"I know what a tampon is for."

"Ha, look at you. Putting that Eton education to use."

"So, she hands you a tampon?"

"Right. And I'm standing there, tampon in my nose, like a bloody idiot. And I'm thinking, imagine if the press were here, and they knew. Daily Mail would have a field day. Am I making a political statement? A gender one? Am I saying the NHS is underfunded? Overfunded? The Sun splashing the worst angle they can find of me, something like... Prince of Wales' lover with strange tampon fetish, is his exotic Oriental beauty bringing down The Crown's reputation? Is this finally what wakes the Prince to his senses? God, can you imagine..."

"I... I'm glad they weren't there. It seems their hardest working copywriter is on the telephone with me. And I wouldn't, by the way."

"Hm? Wouldn't what?"

"I wouldn't wake up to my senses. I wouldn't care if you had a tampon up your nose. I mean, blimey, Alex, you're making a bit jealous of that tampon."

"Jealous?!" (Incredulous laugh)

"It gets to be inside you. Luckier than I am, that wad of cotton."

"God, you're such an idiot. (Pause) I'd keep you inside me all the time if I could."

"Alex..."

"No more Princely duties for you. No more fancy ribbon cutting ceremonies, or the endless droll meetings. Just in and out."

"...You'd use me up. You'd need another one. Am I reading between the subtext correctly, Albon?"

"(Laughter) Then you ought to be the whole box. All of them, just you. Prince of Wales approved, like those commemorative China dishes with your face on it. Just you. Only you."

"(Sigh) I just want you now. I want you all the time, you know that?"

"Mmm. I do. But it's nice to hear it."

[...]

"I have to go now. I do love you. I'm sorry you have to go suffer all these indignities and humiliation of those parasitic headlines for me. I'm sorry it's difficult, for us. To love me."

"Easier than a nosebleed, and just as automatic. Don't be daft. Love you."

"Don't wanna hang up."

"You never do."

"I'm going now."

"I'm going too."

(Breathing)

"You have to press the button. On your touchscreen."

"I wish I was touching you right now."

"Georgie. Imagine if someone were listening on us right now. That's your chances of being King finished. Tampon fucker. (Laugh) I do love you."

"Don't even say that. God. Love you."

[click. end of call.]

#galex #my fics #PRINCE GEORGE AU #my edit #f1 rpf #specifically because everyone else is a COWARD who will not go where I have!!!!!!#give George Russell tampongate!!!!!#everything I write is to make boxboxlewis laugh #I read the actual Charles and Camilla transcript for this #this is the absolute silliest thing I giggled while making it

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apinchofm · 11 months

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beginning again

wip, M, 10 chapters

A war-weary Prince and a cynical young lady begin a relationship. Both suffering with wounds of the past and with very different goals for this courtship; Edwina fears an open heart will lead to another broken one.

#new fic who dis??#bridgerton #bridgerton fic #edwina sharma #prince friedrich #prince friedrich x edwina sharma #regency romance #strangers to lovers #tw: ptsd #regency politics #queen charlotte #king george iii #lady danbury #lady mary sharma #kate sharma #kathony #john stirling #francesca bridgerton

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earlgodwin · 3 months

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being a pr manager for the underrated, abandoned, and misunderstood royal younger sibling who is overshadowed by their more famous older sibling is my whole personality at this point

#yes i'm talking to you prince otto of bavaria (ludwig ii's brother) and you too juan borgia (cesare borgia's brother)#because aside of having compelling personalities and aspects...who's gonna hype them if i didn't 😔#otto of bavaria #ludwig ii #juan borgia #george plantagenet #ernest ii #and many more omfg but the fact that mostly are played by david oakes is fascinating #david oakes #john moulder brown #text post

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supeskenobi · 2 years

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As someone who grew up watching Doctor Who between 2010 and 2013, I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO SEE MATT SMITH RAW DOGGING A WOMAN NOR HIS WIBBLY WOBBLLY CAKEY WAKEY ARSEHOLE!!!

#House of the Dragon #HOTD #Matt Smith #Doctor Who #A Song of Ice and Fire #ASOIAF #George RR Martin #GRRM #Prince Daemon Targaryen

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boxboxlewis · 2 years

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“God, Alex. Your body is amazing,” Alex's hookup says, weirdly sincerely. Alex tries once again to dredge the guy’s name from his memory. In hindsight, he should have just written it properly in his phone contacts. It's too late to ask now, though: they're already getting undressed, stumbling into each other, too intimate, too many elbows and knees and not enough space in Alex's tiny bed-cave. The RightMove listing for the flat had advertised its STUNNING FEATURE ALCOVE OFF KITCHEN SUITABLE FOR DOUBLE BED ACT FAST, and the housing market being what it was, Alex and Charles had considered themselves lucky to get the place. Before they moved in they played a round of FIFA for the actual bedroom and Alex lost, and he doesn't mind it, actually, except when he brings someone home.

“I really mean it, you've got like. Mega definition,” the hookup says, doing an awkward little wriggle as he gets his socks off. It's quite endearing. What is his name? Jim, maybe? George? Something emphatically Anglo and old-fashioned, something that suits his square jaw and the expensive pinstriped suit he's just stripped off.

“All right, easy there,” Alex says, laughing. “You're not so bad yourself.” It's true: Jim-George is in the process of unbuttoning his shirt and his chest can only be described as ripped as hell.

He flexes a little at Alex's words. “Yeah, thanks, mate.” He says “mate” like a tourist using a phrase from a guidebook and Alex wonders, not for the first time, exactly how posh the guy is. “I think it's really important to stay fit, I'm actually quite into it. Crossfit, mostly. Biking. Running. A little boxing, sometimes.”

“Right, yeah.” Alex is in decent shape: because he's a bike courier. Jim-George probably spends more on gym memberships each month than Alex has in his pension. He really shouldn't ask, but—“Remind me, we couldn't go back to yours because...?”

Jim-George flushes a bit and pauses in the act of pulling his shirt off. “Er… I… I’ve got decorators in at the moment,” he says. “It's a huge mess. Dust sheets everywhere, and, and. Tins of paint, you know.”

Alex mentally translates this as I still live with my parents, probably in a huge house in a posh part of London. “Right, yeah,” he says. “Well, no worries.”

Just then Jim-George’s phone starts ringing from his discarded jacket, and he goes pale. Alex tries out, in his mental Jim-George voice, I live with my wife in a huge house in a posh part of London, but that doesn’t feel quite right.

“No,” Jim-George says into the phone. “This has already been discussed, and I—yes, well, I think you’ll find that if you talk to Toto—yes, I know.” His shoulders are hunched up defensively. “The security arrangements have actually been signed off, and I’m busy, so. I don’t like to pull rank, but if you bother me again before tomorrow morning I’ll have you sacked. Is that understood? Yes? Good.” He rings off.

“Security arrangements?” Alex asks.

“Oh. I.” Jim-George tosses his phone to the floor and says unconvincingly, “I work in IT. It’s a… firewall thing. At work.”

“Right.” Alex climbs onto the bed and stretches out with one arm cushioning his head. He traces the other lazily back and forth over his cock. He’s half-hard, arousal starting to coil itself around the base of his spine. “Only I thought you said banking, earlier.”

Jim-George is staring at Alex’s dick like it’s Christmas morning. “Oh. Did I? Oh. Yes, well. I am in IT, but. Erm. IT… for a bank.”

Alex bites back a smile. “Ok, glad we settled that. Do you want to…?” He gestures at the bed next to him. There’s enough room for another person, just about: the listing over-promised and the alcove is actually only wide enough for a small double, but it’s fine. It gets the job done.

Jim-George nods, eyes wide, face open and hopeful. Alex feels stupid, suddenly, not knowing his name. He says, “Sorry, remind me—I’m a twat and I put you into my phone as ‘Hot Guy I Knocked Over With My Bike’—”

Jim-George grins and settles himself on his side next to Alex. He reaches out a hand and presses it to Alex’s chest; sweeps it down towards his stomach, soft and gentle. He’s looking at Alex like he’s never seen anything so beautiful in his life. “Oh, er,” he says. “God, you’re so—” He rolls one of Alex’s nipples between his fingers. “Fuck it,” he says, “usually I say Jim, but it’s George, actually. You can call me George. Can I—?

“Mm.”

George’s (Jim’s?) mouth is shockingly hot on Alex’s nipple. He bites back a groan; threads his fingers through George’s short hair and lets himself enjoy the feeling. With his eyes closed they could be anywhere: could be on a king-sized bed in some grand hotel on the Côte d'Azur with the doors to the balcony thrown open and the sea within reach, blue and endless. George could be his lover, instead of just a hookup; they could be in love.

Alex pulls him up for a kiss and nudges him until they’re chest to chest, George’s body blanketing his. George’s cock is hard against Alex’s hip and the heft of him is so good and comforting, resting on Alex, pressing him down. The press and slide of their mouths together sends little sparks of pleasure pinballing through his body, and he rocks his hips up, grips George’s hips and slide his legs between George’s—

“Alex! Alex, I need to borrow your headphones, I cannot find mine!” Alex’s flatmate bursts through the curtain that separates Alex’s alcove from the kitchen. He’s wearing a banana costume: because if Alex is going to get cock-blocked the universe will ensure it’s in the most farcical way possible.

“Bit busy, mate,” Alex says, meeting banana-Charles’s eyes over George’s naked body. George squirms his face into Alex’s neck and Alex pats the back of his head soothingly.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Charles has turned his attention to George and is staring nakedly at his arse. “Ah, if I find your headphones, I can use them?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Thank you.”

Charles makes no move to leave. After a beat, Alex says, “You can go now, Charles.”

“Right, yes! Of course! I will just… you will say, if you want company?”

“Goodbye, Charles.”

Charles leaves, finally, and pulls the curtain shut.

“Sorry,” Alex says, “that was my flatmate.”

George kisses Alex’s neck. “Yes, I gathered that. Er, does he usually dress as a banana?”

“He’s a Twitch streamer.” George looks politely baffled, so Alex adds, “He broadcasts himself playing video games, and sometimes he wears silly costumes.”

“Oh, lovely,” George says, voice courteous. Alex cracks up.

“You’re an odd duck, Georgie, you know that?”

George flushes and smiles. “An odd duck who’s naked in bed with you,” he points out hopefully.

“An excellent point from the man in the thousand-pound watch,” Alex says. He kisses the inside of George’s forearm carefully. “Can I fuck you?”

“Oh, blimey,” George says, and Alex is doomed, because he just feels a wash of fondness. “I mean, yes. I mean, please. Please do.”

“All right then,” Alex says, and kisses him.

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#prince AU #galex #george is def like 'aw he thinks my watch only cost £1000 that's adorable'#alex is like 'i can't believe i'm fucking a guy who spends £1000 on a watch'#& that's love!#featuring charles's banana costume in a cameo role #gr63 #aa23 #cl16 #my fic

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sweetestpopcorn · 1 year

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Do you think that GRRM goofed up by killing off Jaehaera? Had she lived and been the mother of Aegon III's kids it would have been so much more satisfying an end to the Dance. Plus that way the Blackfyres would have descended from the Greens (through Daena), and all the Blackfyre-Targaryen conflicts could have been seen as a continuation of the Dance. I get mad at it, it was such a good conclusion thrown away for shock value.

Hi there Anon 😊

I would like to begin by apologising if I sound insensitive.

Absolutely he did not. George gave the Dance a clear winner: the Blacks. The side that remained. At the same time he ended the other, the Greens.

This is for everyone who likes to think that both sides were just as wrong.

Yeah no, sorry. 🥰🍿

This to me was the perfect conclusion after everything that happened during the war. How each side behaved. Who started the war and who started the bloodshed. The line of a man who fed his sister to his dragon while her son watched could not go on, and neither would her son ever be happy marrying his daughter in my opinion.

I also have a lot of thoughts regarding Jaehaera and I will agree that given how George made her, he had no need to kill her off in childhood. I don’t believe this little girl would have ever had children so the Greens’ line would have still ended. But I do understand he got rid of her so Aegon III could marry Daenaera. It’s honestly a sacrifice I’m willing to make and I wouldn’t have written it differently if I could.

Also I do enjoy the commentary that it was most likely a former green - Unwin Peake - arranging it. Sorry I’m petty like that.

Again sorry if I sound insensitive but I just don’t care about the Greens. I just established no emotional connection reading about them.

Also I cannot stand arranged marriages. Baby Aegon chose Daenaera so the Lord has spoken. It is Daenaera we want him with 🧜🏻‍♀️ his mermaid.

Like I know I’m sounding mean because Jaehaera was already born a green, Aegon’s daughter and Alicent’s granddaughter but it makes me too happy their line ended to care.

Again sorry.

PS: everything written here concerns the asoiaf canon only. Only. Only. Only.

#aegon iii targaryen #canon aegon iii targaryen #daenaera velaryon #the blacks and the greens #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #pre asoiaf #the dance of the dragons #only daemyra’s line gets to live sorry #team black #once you go black you don’t go back #George giving us the wink #back at you turtle man 😌 have my black shirt on #nO oNe WoN #the line who went on begs to differ #sorry I just can’t stand the gangreens #popcorn answers

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emilykaldwen · 3 months

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Clair <3

something something, the power of prophecy destroying this already fucky family. Break the Wheel, Dany. And by that I mean go find your own path.

And isn't that what we see as the downfall in say, a character like Robb Stark, who tried to live up to the "noble" image of his father and got himself shanked for it? (Tywin was always gonna try take him out, but the Freys went with it because Robb insulted them).

Or Stannis channeling his own inner unhinged Targ by following Melisandre's prophecy to go north that's resulting in Shireen's murder.

#cripples bastards and broken things #danaerys targaryen #dany meta #GEORGE HOW IS THIS STORY GONNA END!#srsly though man you seem to be going through it right now #plot twist: I'm the prince who was promised

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sounwise · 2 years

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[In early May 1967, w]hile the Redlands trio [Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, and Robert Fraser] awaited trial, DS [Norman] Pilcher raided Brian Jones’s London flat, busting him and his friend Prince Stanislas Klossowski de Rola, the extravagantly named son of the French painter Balthus. Brian and Prince Stash, as he was known for short, were taken down to Kensington Police Station in a blaze of publicity and charged with possession of cocaine and cannabis, Jones charged additionally with possession of cocaine and methedrine. They went from the police station to the new high-rise Hilton Hotel on Park Lane, where the Stones’ new American manager Allen Klein was staying, but the hotel management made it clear that Jones and de Rola were not welcome, which is when Prince Stash took a call from Paul McCartney, whom he knew slightly. Prince Stash explained to Paul that he and Brian couldn’t stay at the Hilton, and couldn’t go back to Brian’s flat because of the press. Brian had other places he could go, but Stash, a foreigner, didn’t know what to do. ‘I’m sending my car and driver right now. You’re packing your bags and moving into my house, and if they want to bust you again they’ll have to bust me as well,’ Paul said. So Prince Stash joined Paul and Dudley at Cavendish Avenue, running movies on Paul’s 16mm projector, taking drugs and entertaining what Stash describes as harems of girls, including a [woman] named Iggy [Evelyn Rose], while Beatles fans camped outside, periodically bursting in through the gates ‘like sort of cattle breaking through a fence’. They’d steal Paul’s laundry and empty his ashtrays—‘Did he smoke this?’—before being ejected.

[—from Fab: An Intimate Life of Paul McCartney, Howard Sounes]

#source notes indicate second paragraph is from author interview with de rola though it is hard to tell how precisely #anyway 'they'll have to bust me as well' god.#would make ABSOLUTE sense coming from a man who once had a cop offer to park his (VERY) improperly parked aston martin #and in light of the cops having probably waited for george to leave redlands before busting the stones #but it's SO insane really. pop royalty pop royalty #(also sounes wrote 'an eskimo woman named iggy' which 1) am unsure if term is offensive in general but also #2) is incorrect + racist in any case bc while she was known as 'iggy the eskimo' in the '60s she was apparently actually half-mizo #so did not want to leave this in rebloggable quote)#fab: an intimate life of paul mccartney #howard sounes #paul mccartney #brian jones #prince stash #1967

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charlotte-of-wales · 10 months

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