#Meg thinks and then typoes

[lesedacondyvidi]

I should make a gender tag. For stuff thats gender.

[avisisisis]

This hurts me so much because-- Meg is free. She took in her foster siblings. Nero can't harm her or her family anymore. She's free. She killed the Beast --- she got rid of Nero

She's showing her siblings that the world can be kind, and that they have the chance to be too. She's showing them love, just like how it was shown to her

And Apollo went back.

When he gets his goodhood back, he's in Olympus. Olymps, where his father, his abuser, rules. Olympus, where his family is. That place isn't his home. He didn't have a home to go back to. And even if he loves his siblings (or, uh, some of them), they still took part in Zeus' abuse; they ignored it, acted upon it, took their anger out on others, and unlike Apollo, they refuse to change

But he knows better now. He knows not to seek his father's aproval, knows that what they did and are still doing is wrong and that he doesn't deserve to suffer because of it

He's not like them, not anymore. Maybe he never was (everything about him was a lie, after all), but now? Now that he knows the truth, now that he sees so clearly how fucked up it all is, how can he bear to go back? He'll stay as far away from Olympus and Zeus as possible. He'll be kind in his father's place, but he's still under his rule

Apollo knows, now, that even if they're all powerful beings --- even if they're gods --- they're still people. And this is something his family is too afraid (an ungodly emotion) to accept

Zeus puts his hand on his shoulder and says You have made me proud. Apollo doesn't cry nor scream-- he doesn't hug his dad, knowing that this might be the last time he gets the chance to

A unfair king, a tyrant, knowing that he may have gone too far this time, attempts to put his child at ease, making him believe that everything is fine now. But it isn't. And the child doesn't believe him

Apollo knows now. And he'll try to change things for the better

[essektheylyss]

Do not ever underestimate my capacity to make writing as difficult as possible for myself. This is why I am immune to AI usage. I cannot do anything "the easy way" or I will feel like it's too simplistic and fails to fully encompass the "vision". I have been trying for three years to write a cohesive, somewhat high-concept but overall standard fantasy novel, and I finally got a bit of the rewriting done for it today, and then promptly was like, "Actually this requires building out an entire experimental form that requires an above average capacity for typesetting and a lot of skill with poetic symmetry to convey the precise sense of disorientation you are trying to accomplish."

And the worst part is, I'm probably gonna do it.

[sscrambledmeggss]

what are some of your favorite romance animes? I haven't really watched any, and I trust your taste ✨

JDDJJD THIS ASK HAS MADE ME SO HAPPY THANK YOU <3

Shoujo animes are a mess BUT they are my mess so it’s okay 💖 I haven’t watched a few of these in years, so I might be masked by nostalgia but shoujo animes are all about having a good time at the end of the day, and I’m pretty sure these will give that to you 🕺

Fruits Basket (2019):

Genres: romantic comedy, supernatural, drama, slice of life

Length: 3 Seasons, 63 episodes in total (+ a movie, but I don’t like the relationship in the movie so I don’t talk about it 🥰)

Okay okay, so like the plot to fruits basket out of context sounds like wild heterosexual bullshit. BUT I SWEAR, it is such a wholesome show, and it’s probably my favorite shoujo anime. It’s even complete with soap opera drama on occasions 😫 (I would definitely look up triggerwarnings though!)

Synopsis: orphan girl moves in with three guys, they are secretly furries 🤨 (aka they are cursed so when the opposite gender hugs them, they turn into the Chinese zodiac animals 😭) surprisingly this is not a reverse harem anime, and you actually want her to live with the guys 🤨 it also like handles toxic family relationships, and grief really well. It also has a lot of queer coded characters 😭 2001 is a lot goofier, but 2019 is way more dramatic, and actually has the full series. :)

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Monthly Girls’ Nozaki Kun:

Genres: parody, romantic comedy, slice of life

Length: 12 episodes

This one is really fun!! It’s also very cute.

Synopsis:

Sakura Chiyo has a crush on this guy Umetarou Nozaki, and somehow ends up joining his manga team? Nozaki basically writes shoujo manga under the pen name, ‘Sakiko Yumeno’. He’s actually really open about it, but nobody believes him. 🦧 anyway she basically just gets to meet his team, and it’s a really fun and cute time <3

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Ouran High School Host Club:

Genres: drama, romantic comedy, harem (but like it affects nothing, they are all mainly besties)

Length: 26 episodes

This is really unsurprising 🦧 BUT it’s a really fun time. A lot of things haven’t aged well in it, but for its time it really was changing things. Its a very episodic, romcom, making fun of a lot of common shoujo tropes, while still acknowledging that it’s basically the same thing it’s parodying.

Synopsis: Haruhi Fujioka is a scholarship student, at a big fancy school. She accidentally breaks a vase, and it puts her in debt with one of the clubs. Which happens to be a host club?? 🦧 so now she has to dress up as a guy and flirt with women <3 basically everyone is a stereotype, and it actively is making fun of rich people. 😭

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Yona Of The Dawn:

Genres: romance, high fantasy, adventure

Length: 24 episodes + 3 OVA

Admittedly I haven’t watched this one in years, but I remember absolutely loving it. And luckily a friend of mine has watched it like this year, and she loved it as well. So I’m hoping that means it stands the test of time LOL.

Synopsis: Princess girly gets a reality check, and now has to girlboss too close to the sun <3 but it’s very fun. (This is all I can say without giving spoilers ig 🦧)

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Snow White With The Red Hair:

Genres: fantasy, romance

Length: 2 seasons, 24 episodes in total + 1 OVA

I also haven’t watched this one in years, BUT I remember being obsessed with it. Sometimes I still check in on the manga to see what’s going on, I do not understand what’s going on. 💖 it’s very relaxed and cute though. And also nobody is in high school, which is always a good change 🦧

Synopsis: Shirayuki is a pharmacist who gets proposed to by a prince for straight up just having red hair?? 🦧 doesn’t want to marry said prince, so she then cuts off her hair, and runs away.

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My Love Story!!:

Genre: romantic comedy

Length: 24 episodes

This one from what I remember is really wholesome from what I recall :)

Synopsis: basically a guy who is seemingly “scary” is actually really sweet, like he’s not even a bad boy. He’s like anime equivalent season two Sam Evans. Gets a girlfriend, and the whole plot is just them being cute + the guys best friend being their bestie.

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Kamisama Kiss:

Genres: romantic comedy, supernatural

Length: two seasons, 25 episodes in total + 2 OVA

OKAY, so this one is a very good time from what I remember :) it’s main flaw is that the girl is in high school, and her main love interest is immortal?? So like an Edward Cullen type beat 😍

Synopsis: a girl ends up homeless (this is a very prominent trope if you can’t tell 🦧), and she runs into this guy, who kisses her on the cheek?? Turns out he’s a god, and has just given her his god title? So she’s just a god now. And she has to go to his shrine, and do god things?? And his old familiar (which is basically like if instead of working for Jeff Bezos, he just adopted you 🦧) isn’t very happy about it.

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Anyways they are very much fun to watch <3 even if a lot of the time there’s a lot of “🤨” moments in shoujo anime, (they have an awful age gap issue) but they have been a very long time guilty pleasure of mine LOL. My friend and I have been purposely watching the bad ones, because they are equally as fun as the good ones.

[umbracirrus]

Read aloud my beloved-

[just-some-random-blogger]

Can we have a Morpheus x Reader in the style of Phantom of the Opera? Thanks!

Inside My Mind

Dream of the Endless x Opera Singer!Reader

Summary: He was the phantom of the opera making you lose your mind.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Dark!Dream, Yandere!Dream, graphic depictions of violence/obsession/manipulation, fem!reader, smut/smutty allusions (dub con, fingering, vaginal penetration, marking, corruption kink) Phantom of the Opera AU, Set in Victorian Era, angst ig, typos, etc.

A/N: another MINORS DNI fic lol YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH THIS THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE THIS YES YES YES So, for obvious reasons, the plot of phantom of the opera is tweaked because dream is not 'grotesque' like the phantom in the real story. ALSO THIS EXPLODED INTO A DARK YANDERE FIC NONNIE I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE DARK FICS COS THIS GETS PRETTY DARK T_T this was supposed to be a slow burn because i got so excited for it, but then suddenly i was not excited at all and was unable to write anything, like fr it was so hard to write this so im only writing the highlights in my head im so sad i cant write this T_T PLEASE READ THIS FIC WITH THIS BECAUSE ITS SO BEAUTIFULLY ORCHESTRATED Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

He was in his private booth with no one except Hob. Dream, in the length of his existence, no longer finds the same wonder as his friend, whose very eyes sparkle at the performance before him. But then his ears catch the echo of the song from behind the stage, from deep behind the opera house. "I say, they-" Hob starts, but when he turns to his side, his companion is no longer there. Dream watches her in the shadows, basking in her voice as she sings the song being performed with more heart than he ever thought possible, before making himself known. When he does, she starts, dropping the mop she was using on the floor. The sight of her face excites him. She is laced in nervousness when she manages to ask, "who are you?" "I am your Dream."

I remember how it was before, how it was in the beginning. When he was my Dream, who came to me with sincerity and gentleness.

I look out to the dim lit bathroom as I wash my arms in the fragrant water of my tub. I deflate in loneliness, "will you not show yourself to me tonight either, my Dream?"

A chill runs down my spine when the wind blows across me.

I gasp at the feeling of warmth on my cheeks.

I look out to the empty room, "Dream?"

Yes, my love.

I frown at the sound his voice, for the speaker nowhere in sight.

"Where are you?" I mutter softly.

I am attending to imperative business right now. I cannot be with you in my physical form.

I frown, "you've left me again?"

Sadness creeps up on me when he does not respond.

"You've left me again, my Dream. I'm all alone without you."

I sink down deeper in the tub as I hear him call out my name. My brows furrow at the sound of him.

You are not alone. You are never alone. I am always with you, my love, even when my form cannot be there. Always.

A bitter tear threatens to spill from my eyes, "it doesn't feel like it... are you not going to watch my debut? It's tomorrow night already."

My breath hitches when the I feel a ghost of a touch trail down my spine. Goosebumps rise all around me.

Nothing will stop me from watching you perform.

My heart leaps in my throat. I bite my lip at the thought as I feel myself break into a soft smile.

"I wish you weren't so busy. Then I wouldn't have to keep talking to you in my bathroom. It's the only other place quiet enough for you to hear me."

My shoulder tenses when the sound of his laughter echoes.

My dear, do you think there is a place on any plane that I would not hear your calls for me?

I knit my brows, "but you never respond to me anywhere else, my Dream, only here, and in my bedroom when Meg is not around."

Oh, beloved, there is so much that you do not yet understand about your Dream.

I pout, "then explain it to me," I rise from my tub, leaning on the side, looking out into the emptiness, "I am not a child."

I shudder when I feel a hand on my cheek. I place my own hand on the area, but it's not the same.

In due time, my love. I will reveal myself, my whole truth to you, in due time.

That was the beginning of the sweetness.

I remember vividly, as well, the first time he ever touched me. It was not like how one would touch a friend or maybe even a stranger. He touched me in the way I had never been touched before.

I hadn't understood the concept of the Dreaming yet, and so I was simply shocked to have met him in a park when he came up behind me. He had to explain to me that we were in his realm.

The soft smile on his lovely face at the time was enough to make me do anything he wished.

His lips found mine as his arms wrapped around me.

He did not give me time to ask any other questions spinning through my mind at that moment; I quite frankly didn't mind. His attentions on my skin and the kisses he left were more than enough.

And then he started to lift my skirt.

"Dream," I call as goosebumps rise on my skin. My Dream does nothing but pull me closer and move my clothing away so that he can touch my bare skin.

I jolt and whimper at his touch.

"Hush, my love," he mutters against my neck, "I swear to you that I will bring you nothing but pleasure, just as I have intended all along."

I am still tense when I feel his fingers move into me. I squeak and wrangle against him, but eventually the foreign and inexplicable want that builds within inside my being makes me lean into him and yearn more for his touch.

"My beautiful ge-"

I gasp when I hear my name being called in a panic.

Meg is looking down at me with worry laced all over her features, "have you had a nightmare?"

I turn to his, propping my elbows up as I stare at my friend.

She continues, knowing I was in pure confusion, "you were groaning and whimpering in your sleep."

I feel blood rise up my cheeks.

Meg knits her brows, caressing my cheek, "are you ill, my love? You've got a hotness about you."

"No," I shake my head, offering a bashful smile, "I am well, Meg. It was just my... my Dream."

It would then be Meg who truly experienced a nightmare, unshakeable ones at that. But at the time, I did not know it was my Dream's punishment for interrupting us.

That was what it used to be like living in the bliss of my naivete.

Even though I suppose it was always there, my Dream's darkness, it only became real when I allowed myself to see it.

My Dream started to turn into my Nightmare when I was reunited with my childhood friend, Raoul.

I had obviously been excited to see him again at the opera house. Raoul told me it was destiny. I felt uncomfortable by the idea that my Dream's brother would ever allow such a thing, but I did not tell Raoul that.

Whenever he visited me, Raoul offered me roses for each of my performances that he watched, and he made so to watch every performance I had, even going as far as being a patron of the opera, so to be able to watch me practice.

I, of course, was ecstatic to have my friend around. But Dream did not share my sentiment.

At first, my Dream acted cold. He acted hurt. He told me-

"I've heard his thoughts, he wishes to steal you away, to claim you as his own, to corrupt you," he seethes, gripping me by my arms, "do you want that?"

"No!" I shake my head rapidly.

"Do you want him to take my greatest and sweetest love away from me?" he mumbles, pushing me against the vanity. We were in the privacy of the diva dressing room, as I was now the diva of the show.

"No, my Dream," I frown at him, grabbing his face as he hoists me on the surface. I help him push my clothing up so that my exposed thighs could straddle his hips.

He begins to undo his trousers as he nods his head, "you belong to me, don't you, beloved?"

I lick my lips in anticipation of him while I nod myself, stealing a glance between his face and what his hands were working on, "I am yours, my love."

He pushes against my face with his as he presses a kiss on my cheek bone, "and I am yours, eternally."

I nibble my lips when he exposes himself. I let out a loud groan when he enters me.

"Pretty girl," he praises, "let them all hear who makes you feel this good."

I suppose, in fact, it was my fault that he snapped.

But it was not as though I could control who I dreamt about. And it was not like my dreams were something he should have readily dove into.

Dream had asked me, "do you want him?"

"Who?"

"Your childhood flame," he quips coldly, "Raoul."

I told him I didn't. Why wouldn't I when I was so in love with him?

But later that night, I dreamt of him, of Raoul. I was walking with my childhood friend in my childhood home. We were holding hands the way we did when I was younger. He was recounting his travels to me as we walked around the halls. I laughed when he joked he would steal me away. I joked that I would let him if he gave me all his chocolate.

And then Raoul turned into smoke. And then I was holding no one in my hand.

My childhood home began to crumble, and in my fear and panic, I begin to run. The walls broke down and the ceiling fell behind me.

It was a wonder that I made it outside.

But then I my soul nearly left me when I was grabbed by my arms and faced with a dark face.

A shiver ran down my spine when my Dream squeezed me and quipped, "you lied to me."

I panted as I looked at his face, drawn with fury, loathe, and madness.

"You told me you did not want him," my Dream hisses, jaw tight along with his accusation, "you did not want him to take you away from me, but you do!"

My breath hitches as his hands grab my cheeks and forces me to look up at him, "you think he could ever measure up to me? You think I would ever let you find out your inevitable disappointment?"

I grab onto his coat as I feel fear crawl up my spine.

"What makes you think I'd let you leave me? You are not meant to leave me-- you're never leaving!"

I release a shudder, "my Dream, please."

The darkness and tension on his face begin to unravel as tears begin to streak my face.

"You are mine," he words carefully, "you belong to me."

Out of instinct, I find myself nodding at his words as I repeat to him, "I am yours, my Dream, only yours." My lips begin to quiver as I am overcome by emotion.

He seems to be satisfied with my admission. He withdraws his harsh hold on my cheek and exhales deeply. He leans his forehead onto mine, his arms make their way around me.

I begin to sob into his chest when he pulls me close. He shushes me, "No," he mutters, "no, enough. Hush now, all is well. I would never hurt you, never you. Do not be frightened."

I hide my face in his clothing, he strokes my hair.

"I do not want to see you with that man ever again."

I do not respond to him.

He nuzzles against me as he breathes in heavily, "mine."

I really did try my best to stay away from him, but Raoul was always very persistent. He never liked losing when we were younger, and it seems his virtue only grew as time went by.

I told him we could no longer be friends, and his responses were nothing but childish, because he told me the notion was nothing but childish.

Then one day, he got me to laugh at his attempts.

I froze when Raoul said, "finally, I may be able to sleep well tonight, now that I've heard your laughter."

"Have..." my brows knit, "you not been sleeping well?"

It was painfully clear to me all of a sudden how heavy his eyes were and how tired the smile he gave me was, "I have been plagued by nightmares, little butterfly."

Raoul rubs my chin with the pad of his thumb, "do not grow uneasy by the thought. Your smile is medicine enough to my ailment."

The following day, he would not go back to the opera. Two days after that I would learn that he has not woken up from his deep sleep.

Dream acted as though nothing was wrong the entire time, and in my deep feeling of bewilderment, I began to avoid him-- hide from him. At first it was simply by ignoring him, then once caught, I acted as though I did not realize he was there to begin.

After a while, when I could feel him draw near, I would make attempts to flee him, except, there as no escape from Dream.

"Beloved," he appears from nowhere right in front of me, "why are you hiding?" He reaches out to my cheek.

My heart is thumping wild in my chest when he pulls me close, "was my darling playing a delightful little game to excite me?"

"Dream-"

"Well, I've found you now," he says, peering close, as his hands travel down my body, "I deserve my prize."

My breath begins to hitch when he roughly rips my skirt up. I grab ahold of his arms. His lips curve into a small smile as he watches me. He absolutely relishes the pounding pulse echoing in his ears. Dream leans down and leaves wet kisses on my neck, eliciting soft yelps from me when he begins to suck and graze my skin with his teeth.

"Cover my marks again," he breathes in between kisses, "I will give you more."

I whine when I feel his fingers find their way to my core. I begin to squirm, unsure of whether or not I want him to continue.

“Tell me how much you love me,” he mutters against my neck as his arms around me contrict

"Dream."

"I feel as though I'm suffocating when I’m not with you," he sighs, fingers fondling with my heat quicker, "if you leave me, I will cease."

His breathing grows heavy. He sucks in a sharp breath when I cry out at the feel of fingers enter my pooling wetness.

"Nothing will ever come between us," he croons, "I will destroy anything that comes in our way."

Though Dream's ministrations were something I had grown accustomed to, and even something I looked forward to, there was something about this moment that left a foreign feeling in me.

He made me feel so, so good, and yet, it felt so... wrong.

Then one day, it was I that snapped.

Everything that he's done, giving Meg nightmares, trapping Raoul in a constant state of dreaming, intimidating me then telling me he was nothing without me, all of the twisted things he'd done made me realize his love was demented, and it took performing one of his plays.

He had taken it too far by inspiring the maestro to write about our love story: a man who did the extremes for his lover, and how his lover had no choice but to accept his actions for the alternative was to remained shackled in the dark until his love was accepted.

I overheard the dancers talking about how this was the most tragic story yet, and how they're glad such a man did not exist.

I performed the arias with tears, danced with such desperation. I sang with so such sorrow that the whole house broke into tears.

Yet I saw him through my blurry eyes, I saw him smile at me with satisfaction

He did exist, this cruel lover, but he was not a man, he was Dream of the Endless, the phantom of the opera.

So I ran. I ran leaving everything, taking nothing but a coat and money to get away as far away as I could from my prison of an opera.

It was foolish, I knew. His words echoed in my mind-- "My dear, do you think there is a place on any plane that I would not hear your calls for me?"

The fact was he did not need my call for him to know where I was. But I would rather die trying than not at all.

It was very much like Dream to come and get me when I had myself believing I had a chance to get away.

My carriage stopped in the middle of the road with a loud cry of the horse and the driver.

I did not want to come out, I did not make a move to, because I knew he was right outside.

Really, there was nothing stopping him from manifesting inside my tiny carriage, and yet he still pounded on my door from the outside and demanded that I come and face him.

When I did not reply, he forced my door open, making me turn to him with wide eyes and taxed breath.

I cannot lie, I was surprised to see his distraught expression and his unkempt features. I did not think it would be possible for him to appear this way.

Dream reaches out for me. I watch him as his dark expression slips as I raise my hand out to him. I however do not hold him, instead I push him away.

His brows furrow tightly, "you will come with me at once."

A shiver runs down my spine at his command. I fake courage and clench my jaw, "no."

"No?" he tilts his head.

"I do not want to come with you anywhere at all," I mutter coldly.

Dream cannot mask the disbelief and horror on his face. I can see his expression slowly shift into anger as he speaks, "what has made you like this?"

"YOU have made me like this!" I hiss, leaning in, "you are hard and cruel," I shake my head rapidly, "you do not love me."

"I ONLY LOVE YOU!" he barks, removing further the distance between us as he leans forward.

"BUT I DO NOT!" I answer with the same intensity before pulling back.

His face falls. Wind begins to pick up begin him. His eye twitches, "liar."

I hold back tears as I grip my hands tightly. I shake my head slowly this time, "not anymore."

His face twists, he pulls back and his knees nearly buckle.

My heart feels as though it is being squeezed when I look at him. I cannot lose my advantage now, "I used to believe you were once my sweet Dream, but you are nothing more than a twisted nightmare."

"Stop," he points, "LIAR! That's not true- I- I'm still your Dream! I love you!"

"If you truly loved me, you would let me go!" I quip moving towards him, "you have to let me go, Dream."

"You cannot leave me!" he whisper-yells, "I want you to be with me, to stay with me, to love me!" He grips on the side of the carriage door, "even thinking about a world without you, a world where you are with someone else makes me sick."

I retreat from him when he tries to reach out for me. He is hurt by this. He slowly pulls his hand away, "can you at least pretend to love me?"

A chill runs down my spine when he says this.

He grows more desperate when he speaks again, "I implore you, tell me what err I've committed so that I man correct it," he drops on his knees, "I beg you not to leave me."

I turn away from him, rubbing my face as I did, to hide the tears that were threatening to show themselves to Dream, "close the door, Dream."

Dream's desperation leaves him, "no."

His change in tone makes me my blood still. I barely even see him when I turn to him and feel myself fade into darkness.

"If you will not come to me in your own accord," he says, standing, "then I will take you in my own."

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Part 2: Harold is a lying liar that lies. More thoughts as I read through Harold's defeat. by u/Von_und_zu_

Part 2: Harold is a lying liar that lies. More thoughts as I read through Harold's defeat. Part 2 of my knee jerk reactions as I read through the 51 page Judgment this morning on Harold's judicial review. I am writing this post on a rolling basis as I roll through the decision. I had to make a 2nd post because Reddit limits me to 20 screen shots in each post - a fact I just discovered as I am on page 42 of the judgment. I read only the first few comments on the first post but haven't stopped to read any more or read anything else here or on twitter so I hope I am not retreading ground already well covered.I can't link the original post in the body of this post - per Reddit. So i will provide it below in the comments.Carrying on:Harold's favorite and primary argument seems to be that he should have publicly funded security as his birthright. That comes through in various places throughout this heavily redacted document. I think one example of that is below in para 211: "The claimant’s consistent stance is that he merits [redacted text]. "His back up argument that he should have more security seems to center around the paps and tabloid interest (as if that doesn't all appear to be orchestrated by his wife...). They are so dangerous to his person and his mental health. (WAAAAGH) Again, he thinks he is equivalent to his mother. The government's response seems to be "your privacy and protection from the press is not our problem." (Sometimes I wonder - is their PR/pap/press obsession to feed their sense of self importance and narcissism? Is it to create an argument for security? It really seems like both to me.)If he genuinely desires privacy (big if), maybe he should take a leaf from the PPoW who have shown us that Privacy is Possible even if You are Royal!.https://ift.tt/sxFPV85 This is an even clearer indication than what I posted in Part 1 that Harold and Megs LIED when they asserted in various places, including Spare and Oprah, that they did not know they would lose security, that they never thought they would lose security, and that they had to scramble at the last minute to find security just before it was yanked. It also confirms the above point that Harold simply thinks he should always have publicly funded security in the UK because of who he is to the RF.https://ift.tt/gVQ9P7t Drugs, stupidity, or convenient forgetfulness? (NB - I think there is a typo in the date below. I suspect it should be 6 Feb 2020).https://ift.tt/InwaQG9 More fuel for my opinion that Harold is a lying liar that lies. He was told starting at least on January 11, 2020 that his security would be reassessed and that private security should be explored. And he was, at that time, arguing about it. Also, he is unbecomingly disparaging of his private secretary. Also, let's be real: his private secretary probably argued his case better than he ever could. His complaints after the fact that he didn't know how important various meetings were and didn't have a chance to personally argue his case are so insulting to the people involved. He had these people running ragged for months on these issues. What a nightmare Megxit must have been for all the people who had to sort it out for him. https://ift.tt/TMzgmNs post link: https://ift.tt/3T4dPhb author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: February 28, 2024 at 10:20PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[veryquietclown]

MORE megavolt headcannons

i love giving hcs to silly darkwing duck characters

especially a certain electric rat also gonna do the little dot thingy for this post to see if i like it lolz!

i put more stim hcs i have for him [evil grin] /hj

btw sorry for any typos or anything it’s super late while writing this

megavolt has echoalia, he repeats what people say as a vocal stim sometimes (most of the time he repeats darkwing and quackerjack)

megs special interest is electricity (i think that’s super duper obvious) and he had a hyperfixation on jesters for a bit because of QJ

megs fidgets with his tail sometimes! he usually accidentally makes a knot into his tail

megs developed a stim where he says “YEOWWWCHHH” because he said it so many times as a joke and it’s become a massive joke between the f4 (projecting here)

megs has a odd sleep schedule he tries his bed to sleep on time but forgets the time so he usually heads to bed around 2-3am when he means to go to bed around 9-10pm

megs body is always tense due to his electricity and his bad posture and desperately needs a massage or something

when megs doesn’t have his gloves on he often chews his nails

megs enjoys reading a book or two while in bed when it’s raining, he can’t go out when it’s raining so he decides to to try and relax while he can

megs is a heater he’s always very warm but even so he feels like he’s cold

megs draws ALLLOT when he’s bored

he has a robo-cat named thunder

he acts like thunder is his kid

when megs and QJ hang out they sometimes dress up in costumes and joke around

he has a stim where he just wiggles his fingers

he falls asleep at his work desk a lot and sometimes if quackerjack is staying at megs place and sees him asleep at the desk he puts a blanket on megs

more hcs of megavolt woowoo! you can take the megavolt and quackerjack ones platonic or romantic

comment what darkwing character hcs should i post abt next (please i need some ideas)

[lesedacondyvidi]

I'm gonna put this here in case yall wanna reach out in the event that my account gets fucking wiped by staff

thats me. I'm on discord and I have a telegram now too as a backup.

I don't... see this as likely? I seem to have just flown under staff's radar or the radar of the people who might be mass flagging or. whatever the hell is happening to avery. but. I aint gonna take my chances. If you wanna keep in touch, for the time being, discord is how.

[mariska]

Jennifer Tilly, then 45 years old, as featured in a 2003 one-on-one interview regarding her life and career at the time; magazine publication & photographer unknown

(via instagram user tillymoments)

[image description: a one image clipping, seemingly scanned digitally from the original paper source, from a magazine article. the title of the article is called The World According to Jennifer Tilly, and the title font is much bigger and bolder than the rest of the interview text below it. on the top half of the page, Jennifer is pictured lounging on a white bed. she is wearing a bright red dress that falls right below her kneecaps, with matching heels in the same color. the top of the dress has an off shoulder neck line and is accented with thick white lace trim that stops a little above her natural waist line. she is posed in such a way that her right hand is resting on top of her hip, and her left arm is casually propping her up, with her left hand gently placed on the side of her jaw. in the background, a white vase placed on top of a brown, wooden bed side table holds a bundle of big pink flowers. white and pink curtains that match the colors of the vase and flowers can be partially seen behind the table. the text on the bottom half of the image underneath the large bold head line reads:

"She's picked up an Oscar nomination (for 1994's Bullets Over Broadway) and hooked up with a psychotic toy (in 1989's Bride Of Chucky)

(transcription note: the 1989 release year is a typo, Bride Of Chucky was released in 1998. the interview continues)

Now Jennifer Tilly, or at least her head, co stars as a fortune teller trapped in a crystal ball in Disney's The Haunted Mansion. We're not sure Tilly, 45, can predict the future, but she's refreshingly candid about the Hollywood Life.

(transcription note: a line divides this paragraph and the one on one interview continues below it in a format where a topic prompt is typed in bold format before Jennifer Tilly's responses, in regular non bold font, in quotation marks)

On her career: Eight times out of 10 when I get recognized, it's for Bride Of Chucky.

On her outrageous fashion choices: If you're Nicole Kidman and you're wearing a plain black dress, your picture's going to run because you're Nicole Kidman. But if you're Jennifer Tilly and you're wearing a plain black dress, it's never going to run anywhere.

On her figure: I'd love to be 15 pounds lighter, but I get hungry.

On her fans: After "Bullets", I got this huge gay following. I guess I was so over the top with those pink feathers. I think gay men like the way I present myself because I'm a little like a drag queen.

On her upbringing: We were hippies. We moved to California because my step father didn't want our family to be part of the government war machine. He was sort of like David Koresh. He made me drop out of Girl Scouts because he thought they were teaching us to be little soldiers. And I was like, I just want to make brownies!

On her sister Meg, 43 (The Big Chill), who got her break first despite being slower to take up acting: Everyone assumed I was following in her foot steps and I didn't want to be like, no, she was copying me, honest!

On wanting to have a child: Obviously I've got to get a move on.

On the bright side of her recent split with beau Dodd Mitchell, 37, a restaurant designer: Since my boyfriend moved out, I have more room for my clothes."

this is where the interview stops at the bottom right side of the page. end description.]

[oldfarmhouse]

Dear Meg, when I realized this morning that your blog had probably been hacked I was sick in the pit of my stomach. I was hacked one time, not here on Tumblr, but another social media account. I had many followers and a beautiful relationship with so many of them. It was so heartbreaking. I did everything to get it back to no avail. Please continue to post here as so many love what you share. If you don't mind me asking...how did it happen? ~Neva

Hello,

Thank you for your sincerity I appreciate your own experience with the pain and loss of having a blog community taken away from you without warning then not being able to recover it is heartbreaking. As you know how many hours go into being a curator. Myself, it all happened within seconds, no time to even say goodbye nothing. I need to confess that what happened in my situation is a bit different from yours, I was trying to change my blogs email address through tumblrs settings, my night vision is terrible,I had made a fatal error clicked changed and it wiped out all my blogs primary and secondary. I realize I did this to myself, but I do think Tumblr made it very easy without any precautions I know this happens to many other bloggers. There is no way to rectify it. I couldn't save anything accept for my screename (it wasn't since taken) Sorry for the long post, I just wanted to clarify that. Would you mind telling me your story on what happened in yours? I just don't want this to happen to anyone else, if I could stop this for one other person I would feel validated.

Thank you again for reaching out, it means more than ever.

warmly🌿🙏🏻meg

not edited for typos (takes too long)

[rockinlibrarian]

Starting a fresh post because that reblogged content was getting a little long

But @stephsageek tagged me to do this (and you can GO back and read all the reblogged answers here):

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the questions below!

Last song: Well, "The Lonely Goatherd" is again stuck in my head since I'm still writing that chapter (I added two more sentences since last time I mentioned it!). I haven't had music on this morning, so the last song I actually listened to was when my clock radio went off, and it was on this eighties r&b ballad I don't know the name of and can't remember the artist, either, but the guy keeps belting out what I think is "find one hundred ways," except my brain always processes it as "five one hundred ways" and I'm always like "why can't he just say five hundred ways like a normal person? Or fifty-one hundred?" and it probably ruins the earnest effect he was going for.

Oh, I guess actually the last song I listened to was that cool stringed instrument I reblogged last.

Three ships: Huh. Five/Viktor is really the biggest I've interacted with lately. And since I am still reading primarily TUA fic the only other (and this time CANONICAL!) ship I'm into there is Lila and Diego (sorry, @stephsageek, I've gone and split up your main ship into two separate ships in response to your own post, oh well!) (I grant you, Five and Lila are my favorite BROTP (ironic turn of phrase there), but that's not what we're talking about. I don't think). So let me cast my nets for whatever are my Biggest Ships of All Time instead, which would be... Howl and Sophie? Yeah, they'd do. You could instead name a property and I'd tell you who (if any) I ship within it. Who else have I written for on AO3? Oh, Melanie and Oliver Bird. Do I ship them or are they just being them (even though that is a flat-out romcom-tagged fic)? The only other non-Gen fic I have there is Tesseract, which will go into the workings of Alex and Kate Murry's marriage a bit quite romantically by my standards, but still isn't really SHIPPING. --I'm not a big shipper, if you couldn't tell, but I DO have ships I care about out there, I promise.

First ever ship: Speaking of the Murrys, Meg and Calvin

Currently Reading: The Astonishing Chronicles of Oscar from Elsewhere, by Jaclyn Moriarty, which has set me off on my how much I just love Jaclyn Moriarty and why don't more people know her raving again. I swear every single character in her books has ADHD and it makes it such a weirdly comfortable world to live in. My kids are like "I KNOW THAT FEELING!" every two paragraphs. She's just so creative and has SUCH a way with chararacters. I'm not fixing that typo, I like it.

Currently watching: I'm actually not sure when the last time I watched ANYTHING was. Not counting videos of cool psychedelic stringed instruments on Tumblr. And cat videos. My son playing Splatoon is what's usually on the TV in the living room, but I wouldn't say I watch all that closely. I just hum along to the music and annoy him.

Currently consuming: Aldi's brand mini wontons mixed with leftover Thai noodles, because why limit oneself to one inauthentic Asian cuisine at a time?

Last movie: again with the What DID I last watch question, which I think means I haven't watched a movie since New Years, the last one of which was STILL (since last I answered the What movie did I last watch question) Arsenic and Old Lace. I got The Music Man out of the library recently because I was quoting "Trouble" at the kids and they didn't know what I was talking about so I have to educate them, but I haven't actually put it ON yet.

Currently craving: Shockingly, not much of anything. Maybe because I just had lunch. Maybe peppermint just to counteract the wontons and Thai noodles.

Tags: do I even know nine people? I don't even know who actually follows me. I'm going to go ahead and tag the last nine people that have interacted with me here, not counting @stephsageek unless she wants to answer all these questions again. @frimframs, @joasakura, @dannypageoflight (that's my brother), @sunnymarbles (that's my youngest kid), @rj-anderson (that's a quite successful author, I don't know why I'm bothering her with this), frimfram and joasakura again, oh, @vovat (that's my friend from college), @e-louise-bates (that's one of my most long-time online friends!), @callmealx (I'm afraid I have NO idea who you are, besides I assume Alx, but that's what this meme thing is supposedly for, after all!) and @rebel-by-default. Is that nine? That's nine. Why hasn't it made Vovat a link? No, none of those suggestions are correct, Tumblr, you fail me.

[tolerateit]

Meg babe, everyone makes memes out of the typos you make, I think it's only fair you start doing the same, like with that ask I sent you lmao

in her the town

what was that

did i get possessed by whatever makes hozier write songs?

the way i didn't even notice the typo 😭 😭 😭 😭 we're typo besties

[debatenarutooocs]

ITS ME THE HIMEYGI…. I’m

Sorry not , ion want no beef . But I’m in a new chapter everyone my Vtubing account is @thatsnotvixxy(or 1 x and two y’s) I came here to say ….. seiki, negate, nlinz , jade etc. if someone had to make me spell something.. I spell that shit wrong, even if it meant to save y’all. I’ll get it wrong on purpose. 😭 no cause like fuck y’all for ruining my Danm time in the bnha/anime art fandom. Ain gon say it’s all your fault but y’all was just fuck up ass adults. Idgaf y’all famous , shit my Twitter / every social media is on my link tree cardd SHII thing, if you got anything to say. Bc what made y’all say “okay we don’t like this poc minor lets fucking lie on her to make us feel better” and lord forbid Meg you a bitch that switch over.(mind you all these emotions in the pass, I could care less if yall eat or not 😭💀) . But y’all sat there on YALL asses to make a FUVKING lie! And seiki b**ch you made it seem like I wanted student x teacher but you never in a day in your life showed that Danm proof! Like if it was serious SHOW THE PROOF THAT I DID THAT SHIT ! But tada it was no fucking proof, and SHII if we gon keep it real I honestly though we had a sister/bro hood (they/them) but massa and that clout got to yo mfk head ! Oopsies😭 and Meg .. now shorty tf you make some fake ass I messages ??? I already checked yo ass on dms but still mfk you was like 20 or 21 idk. And everybody else ….. y’all was some hating ass mfks like deadass . If you trip suck on a cock and fall. (Hella typos DONT care) but all the energy abt what people get and there back….. keep hearing/seeing those words I meant every fucking thing. ….. but if a mfk want to apologize I don’t mind . But I said what I said off my chest and that was YALL was some mentally derange ass adults that maybe couldn’t get no dick or ass or some shit, coochie . (I say that as a asexual😭😭 no dick by choice). Other then that…. Hmmmmmm if I do art it’s @friendzndstyles and twitch ig / Vtubing @thatsnotvixyyvt. BUT CONGRATS I GOT MY MY PNG VTUBER ARTIST

Welp toodle-loohhh be safe guys now that I’m 20 … ion really give af if y’all like me / forgive me , just don’t fuck up my safe place with y’all childish ass stupidity wii lies , cause some YALL ass joining the vtuber community apparently 😭💀. But idc eat go do something , think abt YALL reflection of the past. Uh other people Ian add no names but YALL fuck YALL to anybody in that group who had beef and act like who couldn’t speak up. - and that’s on vixy aka himeygi ! Aka any other name I had through the years .

MY VTUBER A FOX SHARK! IMMA BE A W BLACK AFRICAN AMERICAN NUBIAN STREAMER 🫧🩵(oshi mark)

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

12:14 am pt 25 may 2023 Thursday

12:15 am pt still being tortured by a incubus miñion 12:16 am pt isn’t there a cherry tree in this love music video? 12:17 am pt I know I’m going to die soon. I will probably be dead b4 I take a flight again (right hip bone 🦴12:18 am pt) 12:19 am pt

12:27 am pt the first time I watched mtv was at my daycare lady’s house and brandy’s music video was on for the song sitting’ up in my room. My dad bought me the cassette tape by my request. 12:29 am pt. My daycare lady was also a black lady. 12:29 am pt

12:31 am pt I was in elementary school and she lived across the street. 12:32 am pt

12:33 am pt the incubus has made me suffer a lot. He throws a lot of signs every where that he knows my past. A psychological trick to make me think he cares about me when he actually hates me. I thoroughly don’t believe in him anymore. This is too much. I think I am dying. 12:35 am pt this has literally been going on for too long. I think most sane women would have given up believing if they were subjected to this torture. I think they would have given up believing immediately. 12:37 am pt shot through the heart ♥️And you’re to blame you give love 💕a bad name. 12:38 am pt

7:37 pmpt when I talked to “Brendan” on the phone it felt almost like he was reading my mind. I had a weird thought that maybe it’s a sign he’s my soulmate. Unfortunately b4 this thought literally moments b4? I felt like maybe it’s weird to have an online boyfriend who I didn’t know and didn’t see any pictures of. Only his voice and his words online. Literally seconds after I thought I don’t want an online boyfriend, he asked “we’re boyfriend girlfriend right?” I couldn’t answer him. We continued to have cyber s*x and phone s*x. He said he didn’t want any floss. He meant p*bic hair. So I even tried to cut mine for the first time Bcz of him. Strangely, my skin seemed too sensitive at the time so I had to stop at the start. The first attempt to cut I felt pain. 7:45 pmpt 7:46 pmpt

7:48 pmpt he said he had the cube apple computer probably g4? My memory is getting fuzzy. 7:49 pmpt

7:51 pmpt this was probably the incubus’ device to keep me hooked on him. 7:53 pmpt

7:58 pmpt it was probably the day before that, when I was in the girl’s restroom at school, 2 blonde haired girls came in who I never talked to b4 started talking to each other without looking at me. They said “she has an online boyfriend” I don’t remember what else they said but it was their conversation that triggered or gave me the idea that I should not want to have an online boyfriend. Maybe they said it was weird. I did not know who they were talking about. If they were talking about me I would be shocked. 8:03 pmpt

8:03 pmpt a classmate also told me she met someone she randomly started talking to online. So it became a thing . Like you’ve got mail with Meg Ryan.. Tom hanks? Which is a remake of the Judy garland movie in the good old summer time? Songs meet me in Saint Louis, have yourself a merry little Christmas was in it. Psychologically trickery to keep me calmer I guess while I die. One time use, toss like trash. 8:08 pmpt

8:37 pmpt that’s not a typo. “Cut”.. I was using scissors. Autocorrect:acid. My skin hurt from the scissors touching the hair. It was strange. But I didn’t think about it for long. I guess this is supposed to be a sign the incubus didn’t really want me to cut my p*bic hair. I don’t know why. I could think it was for an economic reasons. Or maybe if he were really raping me he probably preferred the soft hairs than sharp stubble. 8:40 pmpt I kept it in my memory. I had a lot of rashes after shaving my legs so eventually shaving became rare. 8:42 pmpt

When I was in high school I shaved for p.e. And sports meets. When I was taking summer school for biology re-take btwn juinor and senior year after a birthday party the end of June My legs and arms became inflamed and swollen (very painful) . Couldn’t shave my legs for probably the remainder of the summer. 8:52 pmpt Hazy memory. I had to wear long skirts for a while and it happened again during my first year of college. 8:53 pmpt

I think the 2nd time it happened it was only my legs. 8:55 pmpt

9 pmpt the scissors did not touch my skin but my skin didn’t like the scissors touching the p*bic hair. I tried not to think too much about it. I thought I guess this is a natural occurrence. I didn’t suspect anything super natural or magical about it. Bcz it was the first time I tried to. 9:02 pmpt

[evanescentdawn]

(July 3rd)

today’s writing:

—wips: ss//older!sk/younger!sauce, yukishima//how bold ⭐️, hananene//kiss kiss kiss, itafushikugi//meg first kiss, jaena//hurt leg

—okay, lmao. today just Wasn’t working out. I was worried abt the time travel fic for SS, since I didn’t think I’d make it, and was like….Ok, I don’t have to do it today, I can do it late. It’s ok because I don’t plan to do it for those two day prompts anyways, and can work on it more tmmr and post it hopefully but ha……today, Today. was gonna work on it afternoon since I got time <3 but lmao, hit a block. internet problems T.T & phone Gone, but I had my song on iPad and could replay it, thankfully, since I was already listening to it before……and had the wip and stuff on doc already up but….Wow, insanely hard to focus! I kept writing abt Every Little Process & thoughts I had which made things insanely slow and by the time my phone came back……………….I just gave up. didn’t want to work on it. motivation hit bottom LMAO, but writing this rn…it Really makes me want to work on it. I fcking love time travel with all my heart. its so <333 and literally, forgetting the smut, this is gonna be SO GOOD. wow. this is hyping me up to work on it fjkfkf. okay, wasnt looking at time while I was doing sss thingies and was like SHIT, I forgot…! I wanted to show snippet for ssmonth today, since I couldn’t finish this and God why did this take so long. I went off writing, realised stuff, continued to edit when I got the section to standard I snippet-show BUT THEN I KEPT NOTICING TYPO’S AND HAD TO DELETE??? but managed to post it in time lmoa

—I thought it might be good to take a break from SS stuff, and remembered the yukishima short thing I wrote for raven’s prompt and was like let’s edit and then post. have edited !!! just neeeds to post but title is being a pain in the backside, lmao. I Cant think of one. like genuinely, even. mind is blank. jfkfkfkfk I SOMEHOW THOUGHT OF TITLE !!! was thinking Shima and went with “double faced” but damn this is making me want to write a whole thing for this now….like the Urge right there hhhhh. really love this lil fic, it’s so good <3 <3 <3

—remembered today is sss today!! gotta do it. heart wants to work on that jaeha fic & def tbhk stuff…I miss it!! tbhk is SO fun to write for. YOOOO I Just remembered that hananene fic that I was so close to finish, gotta check that out first. maybe I got some enlightenment 👀 I DID !!! I edited and wroteee. damn. I’m So happy. because I fcking love this wip so much hhhhhhhhh ITS SO FREAKING FUN !!!!

—choose to do jjk for the first sss, and WAS gonna do nbmi but then WAIT no, that yumei fic. but then, no. I’m doing Meg first kiss. because damn, it’s actually finished, tbh. I just need to Edit. I worked on it !!!! but lmao, this requires muchhhh energy that I just don’t have rn. but I worked on the first section so that’s v :D :D also like, pretty sure missing edits that i need to scour for….in my tumblr drafts…..ahaha. good luck with that, future me. still feeling insane abt the word count for this, like holy shit, y’know?

—only like few mins left. BECAUSE OF THAT DAMN SSSNIPET so sadly couldn’t that tsukanene idea I wanted, and went for the jaena one, because idk. heart decided on akayona and that one, and it was good because like mins were going and had to quickly write it lmao. good thing I chose that idea, because I had like literally the part I wrote, written in the notes app, just added some lines. also, wow. just realised. I COULD HAVE COPY&PASTED. would have saved time……wow.