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oh my god...

so the first screenshot is trying to look this up on tiktok normally, "donald trump rigged election" and it says that search violates community guidelines.

the second screenshot is looking up the same exact thing, but with a (australian) vpn on. canadian vpn didn't fix it fyi.

THIS is exactly the type of censorship to be looking out for on tiktok. this actually is crazy.

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Work in Prog-Mess ch 10

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She stared at her computer without registering its contents for a solid 15 minutes after Ted left. Her eyes flitting to the small, tantalizing pink box on the corner of her desk.

Rebecca tried to justify her reticence to the treat, mentally claiming she couldn’t let Ted re-sink any more hooks in her than he already had. She swore to herself after Rupert that no one would ever again take a piece of her.

And then Ted left, taking her heart.

Well, to be fair, she had tried to give it to him and he rejected it, seemingly unaware of the gesture. But the traitorous organ left with him all the same, a bedraggled stowaway.

When he came back, Rebecca thought perhaps her heart would’ve come with him. Slinking back to her like a dog with its tail between its legs.

But it hadn’t.

And so, Rebecca clung to the shreds that remained, stubbornly refusing to give any more to the delightful, kind, wonderful man who was once again her gaffer.

Even if that ‘more’ was simply enjoying the frankly fucking delicious biscuits he baked her. Perhaps it was because he baked them, that stalled her. Because that kind of thoughtfulness and time commitment should mean something. Something more.

Shouldn’t it?

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crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

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Work in Prog-Mess ch. 9

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The itinerary for his first day back was a bit ridiculous, Rebecca had to admit. And yet, she couldn’t make herself remove anything from it. She wasn’t ready to spend one-on-one time with him.

So, that meant a morning meeting with the team (who were ecstatic to have him back), lunch meeting with fiscal, then one with Leslie for contracts and the like, and—of course—an afternoon press conference.

She let him know about it ahead of time, this go round at least. She wasn’t utterly heartless, not anymore.

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Dancing with the Dowager ch3.

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Of course, Violet couldn’t blindside her children with her choice. She carefully penned a letter to each of them—except Hyacinth who still lived at home—stating her intentions and asking for their support.

Benedict jokingly offered up his 75 year old neighbor out in the country as an option so they might live closer to one another. Colin and Penelope offered to host a gathering to allow her to test the waters. Daphne was eager to go to the modest with her to purchase a few new dresses. Eloise questioned her sanity for reentering the marriage mart in her letter, but ultimately conceded that marriage had its merits in the end. Francesca applauded her bravery and sweetly encouraged Violet to let her heart remain open as she searched. Gregory made a cursory acknowledgement of her idea in his letter but then proceeded to ask for more snacks to be sent on in her next package, if possible.

And Antony…

Antony entered in nearly the same fashion as Agatha. Bursting in, her letter in hand. “Truly you do not mean to.” He exclaimed breathlessly.

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Work in ProgMess ch. 8

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She was gone just as quickly as she arrived. And Ted found himself staring at the door long after she walked through it.

Still too stunned, and frankly delighted, by the way she walked in and called him ‘Coach’ to move; fearing that if he did, he’d wake up and realize it was a dream.

Blinking, Ted shook himself out of his stupor and made a round of the apartment to ensure he’d packed everything. His mind spinning even as he tried to distract it with menial tasks.

Yes, he had the job again, but Ted wasn’t sure Rebecca came to the decision happily. And he certainly didn’t want his happiness to come at the expense of hers….. but, he sighed and, attempted distractions forgotten, flopped onto the couch, Ted knew this was the best move for him. For his family.

Doc Sharon was always reminding him not to put himself last.

So, of course he was taking the job. Of course he was coming back… he just didn’t know how to smooth things out with Rebecca. Not even his last ditch attempt at an Oklahoma panned out as expected.

And Ted knew, despite her snarky remark on the sanctity of the word, that she hadn’t upheld it, not really.

Well, he had left her alone, despite whether Rebecca perceived it as such, so he’d just have to earn her trust back.

She’d been a closed book before, and Ted, being the visual learner he was, hoped he’d be able to read her again soon.

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Work in Prog-Mess Ch. 7

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Pretending to check her watch, Rebecca nodded. “If you think of anything else, let us know, Higgins will be your go to for all relocation aspects like before.” Giving him the best smile she could manage—which was tight even in her mind—Rebecca turned to leave.

“Oklahoma!” He called after her and she froze. Ted rushed to stand, not in front of her as if to block her exit, but in her line of vision. “You truly okay with this?”

Ever since telling her about the code word, he’d only used it on her the once. Though she’d used it several times, she could tell it made him nervous to use it now.

Her lips twisted briefly before she could stop them, but she quickly pressed them into a flat line, her mask she wore so often after Rupert sliding into place. “Ted, I cannot wait for you to rejoin our Richmond team. You did wonders before and, I expect, will perform wonders again.”

Ted nodded slowly. “Thank you, but that didn’t answer my question, not really. Oklahoma.”

She felt her brow arch in an imperious way. “You’re questioning whether I’m upholding the sanctity of Oklahoma?”

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Work in Prog-Mess ch.6

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Despite her decision in her office, Rebecca found herself knocking on Keely’s door not twenty minutes later.

Face going from confused to delighted, Keely hugged her hard. “Hey babe! What’re you doing here? Not that I’m not glad to see ya.”

Smiling weakly, Rebecca threw a hand up. “I need to talk to you about something and you cannot share it with Roy.”

Eyebrows shooting up, Keely eagerly ushered her inside. “Oh! You’re in luck, he’s over babysitting Phoebe, got something juicy to spill?” When she glanced back at Rebecca, Keely’s enthusiasm waned. “Babe, what?” She stopped and looked Rebecca full in the face. “Who upset you? Is this why you don’t want Roy to know? Cause I’m just as able to give a beat down I assure you!”

A chuckle escaping her, Rebecca shook her head. “Ted.”

Nonplussed, Keely blinked. “Ted, as in Ted Lasso, Ted.” Rebecca nodded. Face screwing up a bit in anger and confusion, Keely huffed. “Alright, well, that means we need wine. Come on.” Hooking her arm through Rebecca’s, Keely towed her into the kitchen.

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Work in Prog-Mess ch5

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Of course Ted did the honorable thing, came back quietly, asked privately, ensured she alone had the power, and ability, to actually say no, should she choose. Yes, he wanted to ‘throw his hat in’, but he’d given Rebecca control of said hat.

Did she have control, though? When it all boiled down, did she have a choice? Look at what he’d accomplished; what they’d accomplished.

But his sunshine had burned her once already, could she take it again? Could she expose herself to his particular brand of kindness, compassion, and dedication without being singed?

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Work in Prog-Mess ch. 4

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Unable to remain still any longer, Ted pushed out of the chair and walked over to the window, looking at the pitch he’d come to love so much. “And then you showed up at the airport,” he sniffed and wiped at his eyes before turning back to face her. “I, I had to force myself to get on that plane, Rebecca. And it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Because I wanted to stay here, I wanted to stay with you, I wanted to be home.”

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Behind the Scenes ch.2

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Mistakes were made and Josh was panicking.

They’d know.

Of course they would. Who else could possibly create those discs and leave them on the desks except them?

This hadn’t been thought through. Well, of course Jenn hadn’t, she was too caught up in the matchmaking. But Josh, he should’ve thought of this.

It was too late to grab the discs back though.

Fuck him.

Shoulders hunched as he walked in the next morning after the disc delivery, Josh chanced a glance at Melissa, who was already at her usual table.

The second grade teacher gave him a once over, her eyes flashing and expression foreboding as she ran her tongue over her teeth as she nodded, as though finally understanding something.

He gulped.

Barbara, when she arrived, didn’t even look at him. Normally she would at least acknowledge Jenn and him first thing, ask about them and their lives before allowing them to film without interruption.

Today it was a stony silent treatment. And she and Melissa barely even acknowledged one another beyond a clipped good morning and furtive glances.

“We fucked up.” He said to Jenn as soon as they were alone. “We have to apologize.”

Unruffled, Jenn huffed. “No we didn’t. And no we don’t.”

Hands spearing through his hair and leaving them there, Josh gaped at her. “Yes. We. Did. Have you seen how they’re acting?! I feel like I should check my breaks before I leave today from the looks Melissa was giving me and Barbara has the most impressive, shame inducing silent treatment I ever received. They’re not even talking to each other! They’re mortified and overcorrecting because of what we did. They don’t know the other got a disc too, they just think we’re messing with them.”

A small frown tugging her lips, Jenn furrowed her brow. “Okay, you may have a point. But it’s an easy fix… because I mayyyy have gotten their reactions on tape.” Jenn offered, only slightly abashed as she held up her camera. At his incredulous look, Jenn held up her other hand in surrender. “I couldn’t help it, I wanted, needed, to see. And I document everything, I couldn’t not. So now, all we have to do is show them the reaction video and that’ll clear—”

“Noooo!” Josh cut in, voice higher pitched than he liked. “You swore, swore we wouldn’t interfere any further. Jenn…” he finally pulled his hands from his hair, leaving it sticking in all directions. “Please. We just need to fix what we messed up—”

Sagely nodding, Jenn loaded new batteries into her camera. “By giving them the other videos.”

Eyes blowing wide, Josh paced the length of their room. “No!”

“We’re in this too deep already Josh, we can’t take back what we did, what they saw, the only way forward is through.” Jenn’s eyes narrowed when she looked up at him. “Don’t back out in me now!” Clearly mustering all of her height, Jenn pointed at him.

Josh’s head fell forward in defeat. “We’re never going to get food from Melissa again.” He lamented, thinking of the baked ziti she shared with them when they discreetly edited out how they got the new rugs.

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Dancing with the Dowager ch 2

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Lady Danbury was ecstatic, to say the least. Instead of penning Violet back regarding her decision, the woman appeared at number five Bruton not half an hour later, looking markedly out of breath.

“You plan to do what ?” Agatha blurted, not even waiting for the butler to fully take her cloak.

Smiling weakly, Violet ushered the older woman into the drawing room. “Look for a husband this season.” She confirmed, helping Agatha settle in a chair before pouring some of the tea she’d already been enjoying.

A wicked smile spread across Agatha’s face. “About time,” she all but crowed, punctuating her words with two taps of her cane. “While I very much approved of your Edmund, it’s truly been far too long, dear.”

Stunned, Violet huffed quietly. “You, you approve of my decision?” She asked, not that she needed permission, but Agatha Danbury had a shrewd set of morals and ethics and Violet dreaded falling on the wrong side of them.

She scoffed. “Of course!” Agatha exclaimed, setting her cane aside to take the tea Violet prepared. “You’ve poured so much of yourself into your children and their happiness, I wholeheartedly agree that it’s about bloody time you spent some of that energy on your own happiness.” She looked at Violet pointedly over the rim of her teacup.

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Work in Prog-Mess ch. 3

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Ted might’ve gone a bit above and beyond the homework Doc Sharon gave him, he thought as the plane rumbled done the runway.

She simply asked him to come up with some strategies to reopen conversations with Rebecca. To think through some potential avenues that conversation might take and consider what he might wanna say. To help reduce his anxiety bout the whole thing.

Well, Ted had never been one to halfass anything… but he could admit he’d more than full-assed this one. Double-assed? Anyway.

In the process of thinking how to start talking with Rebecca again, his brain hopscotched to how he could get his job back; his life.

And in the midst of all that hopping, he realized a conversation over the phone would never be enough.

Which meant, Ted was on a plane.

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Dancing with the Dowager

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It wasn’t something she noticed, at least not right away.

No, the feeling snuck up on her. Slowly, at first, merely a shadow when Daphne wed. And then with increasing speed as Anthony, Benedict, and Francesca were married.

By the time Colin, Eloise, and Francesca (a second time) were married in quick succession, Violet could no longer ignore it. The feeling had grown far beyond a shadow, it had solidified.

She was lonely.

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Work in Prog-Mess ch.2

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He shook his head. “Come on, Doc, you know why.”

Brow arching, Sharon hummed. “Do I?”

“Fine, I’ll say it plain. I quit the job, I burned bridges, and I left the country. No way Richmond is taking me back after all that.” Frustration bled into his words, but not at the Doc, or the situation, but at himself.

“Richmond won’t?” Sharon repeated.

Fidgeting, Ted forced himself to keep looking at the screen. The whole point of therapy was to be honest with himself. Wiping his hands on his pants, Ted huffed. “Rebecca.” He corrected, if in a mumble.

Her lips twitching with a suppressed smile, Doc Sharon remained otherwise impassive. “What was that?” She intoned.

Ted forced himself to remain still, to not push out of his seat and change the topic to something like their favorite Poptart flavor. “Rebecca,” he said clearly this time, “I don’t think Rebecca will take me back.”

Expression sobering, Sharon nodded. “And why is it so important to you, that Rebecca specifically wants you back? From what you’ve told me she was going above and beyond to try and keep you there. The shareholders didn’t protest her offers if she was making them. It sounds as though she and the league would be thrilled to see your name on the list of applicants.”

“It’s because she went above and beyond. It’s because she met me at the airport in a last ditch effort. It’s because she was open and vulnerable and I rejected and left her .” Now Ted couldn’t help but stand and pace. “She told me her greatest fear, being alone, and I still did exactly that.”