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holycow99 · 3 years

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石田お寿司 12/9/21 stream translation Part 1

This is not the full translation of the stream. I only translated the parts I could understand & interpret or parts I found interesting/important. I’m still a beginner in Japanese, so the translations may not be accurate. If you want to repost, please repost at your own risk.

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I: Hello. Can you hear me? Good night. (t/n: He’s replying to a comment.) You can hear me? Hello. Welcome.

I: My tone sounds great today, ***-kun? (t/n: OP commented that his tone sounds great.) Of course I’ll be excited in the beginning of the stream. But only in the beginning.

C: Your voice somehow sounds young.

I: It’s because I just slept.

*Typing on twitter

I: I finally did it. This is a simultaneous worldwide stream. Do you understand it? Ah, I’m so tired. I’m tired of sleeping.

I: I’ll be drinking my coffee. Itadakimasu.

I: It was a long vacation, wasn’t it? When was the last time you guys heard from me? On September…Well, it doesn’t matter.

I: I don’t have anything particular to do for this stream. I just felt like it.

C: I’ve been listening to your streams repeatedly during holiday.

I: Thank you.

C: We last heard from you at the end of August.

I: I see. Thanks.

C: Thank you for your hard work on the manuscript!

I: I did the rough sketches first. I was brainstorming.

*Someone commented on Animal Rap.

I: Animal rap? I actually wanna try this. Actually, I’ve done recording for one video, but won’t it be scary if suddenly in the middle of the stream, animal rap video is uploaded. Without saying anything, suddenly there’s a new animal rap video being uploaded. Won’t it be scary stream?

(t/n: I’m not sure if the translations for this part is correct. He said something more but I haven’t reached this level of Japanese understanding skill. Forgive me.)

C: Animal rap itself is scary, so it’s okay.

I: What a hilarious thing to say. Are you actually afraid of animal then?

C: Have you got vaccinated?

I: Nope, since I’ve been locked up in my house. I want to though. I want to get injected a lot. Around 10 times.

C: Sensei, did you read Berserk chapter 364?

I: Is it the final chapter?

Y****: Let’s inject the head.

I: Nice one, Y****. Well, since Y**** is an introvert at school, he must be a non-popular kid. Because he doesn’t have any friends, he can’t wait to meet me. Is it like that? Hahahaha.

I: I’m not even aware of the things happening around me. I don’t even know when the exhibition in Osaka will open. I want you guys to tell me about me.

C: I’m aiming to be a mangaka, but having someone that can be a mentor for me to learn from is better, as expected?

I: I don’t think so. It depends. In some degree, it’s better to do it by yourself. If you really wanna write a manga and you wanna create an environment that allows you to do so, if there’s a chance to be an assistant, I think it’s better for you to grab it. Because you’re still not familiar with how these things work. I think it’s better to be an assistant first. You don’t have to be one for a long time though.

C: I want to diet. Where should I start?

I: Record your weight. Measure your weight and record it in calendar. Doing that makes you feel conscious about your weight. You’ll probably can lose weight that way.

C: Are you still eating oatmeal?

I: I’ve been eating Onigiri only.

C: I wanna change job, but I’m anxious to because of the economic situation. Please encourage me!

I: It’s better for you to change job, since you said you wanted to. I think everyone is anxious. There’s no one who isn’t.

C: I’m happy that the JJ illustration that you posted on twitter will be made into goods!

I: Yeah, without my permission. Hahaha. When the illustration was made into goods without my permission, I was like “Eh? This is…”. I’ll stop talking about this. Hahaha. I won’t talk about this.

*Someone commented about Kingdom exhibition.

I: I wanna go to the Kingdom exhibition.

I: What I said just now (about JJ illustration) was a lie. Please forget about it. Are there companies like that? Of course not. I was just joking. If that’s the case, then anybody can freely turn my illustrations into goods. Though there’s a person who sent me the PugMax t-shirt.

C: I wanted to be a mangaka when I was small. As I got older, I only immersed myself in the real world. I’ll be a civil servant starting from next year. I don’t have the courage to challenge myself, so I want to give my unconditional support to those who are.

I: I don’t know how old you are, but you can still draw even if you become a civil servant. Just draw one if you really want to.

C: You have to collect royalty.

I: I do get royalty. I get 5 yen in total.

C: How old will you be this year?

I: 250,000 years old.

C: How are you?

I: Like usual. But I made progress on the manuscript, so I’m relieved. I kinda forgot how to draw it.

C: I thought you were in your 30s.

I: Nope, I’m far older.

C: You haven’t started game streaming?

I: I’m haven’t decided yet for today.

*People were discussing about his age.

I: Doesn’t matter how old I am.

C: Do you prefer women with long hair or short hair?

I: Short hair.

*People commented about Heavy Rain.

I: Oh, you want to see me playing Heavy Rain? I’m okay with that. I’m okay with playing games or anything. I’ll be a yes-man for today. Everyone’s yes-man & toy, Ishida Osushi.

*Someone commented about Animal Rap again.

I: I wanted to say something about this. I’ve done the animal rap video. I only upload videos I’ve received from the animal themselves, not me. But I was afraid to upload it, so I refrained from doing so. I wanna try uploading the video while streaming. That’s what I wanted to say. Well, it doesn’t really matter. I just upload it after I finish streaming. I don’t understand the need to upload the video and streaming at the same time.

(t/n: He said something more, but again, info on Animal rap is hard for me to decipher. I’m really sorry.)

C: What did you watch recently?

I: Movies.

C: There were people who got scared by the fact that Ishida Sui raps.

I: No, you’re wrong. Ishida Sui doesn’t rap. Ishida Sui doesn’t do streaming as well.

C: Do mangakas have the chance to meet women?

I: It depends on the person. The ones who’re locked up in the house won’t. But…That’s right. You might if the workplace has mixed genders. You also have the chance to meet people during party or some sort. I’ll always be at the corner every time I go to parties. It’d be nice if the party was fun and the staffs could enjoy themselves. I also said that I went to parties to take a break, but I hated it.

C: You’re not going to parties?

I: Nope, I won’t. The company doesn’t hold them as well because of the current situation. Even if I did, I wouldn’t know what to do. I don’t really eat the food, and introducing myself to people is tiresome.

I: S****** is here.

S******: Ishida Osushi can become a pro mangaka.

I: I’m aiming for it.

C: Fukuoka suits you, sensei.

I: Somehow, I feel grateful. It’s like you’re telling me that it’s okay for me to live in Kyushu.

(t/n: Kyushu is an island where Fukuoka is located.)

C: Sir Osushi, what do you think of Sir Sui?

I: I have a murderous intent towards him.

C: Does the thumbnail hold any meaning?

I: It does. Look forward to it.

C: Being a streamer suits you (Osushi) better than being a mangaka.

I: Hahaha.

C: The drawings of Neji (JJ character) by Ms. Towada were wonderful!

I: That’s right. Neji drawn by Ms. Towada. I want you guys to tell me something like this. I want you guys to tell me about my current situation. Things like, “would you retweet this?”, “This is JJ’s…”, “The CD’s also…”. Let me change my twitter account. First is Ms. Towada, right? Let’s retweet Ms. Towada’s tweets. I thought of drawing something like this. She drew quite a lot. She drew him more than me. I feel bad having her to draw it. I feel grateful rather than feeling bad. She drew a lot of them. Yonaga’s illustration looks nice. I see… There’s like an incomplete rough drawing. I thought of copying and drawing that illustration. I’ll just retweet this. Tell me what should I retweet next.

C: Is Ms.Towada doing well as well?

I: I talked to her a few days ago.

I: Do read Fool Night.

C: Do you like Aespa? (t/n: Aespa is a kpop girl group. Ishida had drawn one of the members.)

I: The girl caught my attention. I thought she was beautiful.

*Someone commented about his illustration of Ano-chan. (t/n: Ano-chan is a Japanese singer. Ishida had come to her radio programme once, and he did the album cover for her latest album.)

I: Ano-chan! What happened to that? Have you seen the album cover? It’s already out?

*Someone commented about Fool Night.

I: The world in Fool Night is super amazing. It was quite a while ago, the person in charge of the Superior magazine watched one of my streams and asked me if I could write some comments. I was like “Don’t tell me that!” (referring to watching his stream). I hate being seen. But then, I was like “whatever.” I usually turned it down, but I just wrote for this one.

*Someone commented about Wooma (t/n: an illustrator.)

I: Who’s Wooma? Let me check it.

C: Sensei, I’m a good child. So, is it okay for me to sleep?

I: Yes, of course.

C: Sensei, do you smoke?

I: No.

I: Ah, Wooma is the illustrator for the song ‘Usseewa’. Sorry for the lack of knowledge.

C: Do you watch Christopher Nolan’s works?

I: I’m not that familiar with movies, but I may or may not watch it. I’ve been getting into movies lately. I searched for the movies Takahashi Kunimitsu told me about. You tend to watch anything when you’re obsessed with movies, right? I was also obsessed with history for a while after I learned how fun it was from Takahashi Kunimitsu. I’ve been reading 2-3 books on history a day lately.

C: Until what time are you gonna stream?

I: Today is infinite as well. We have another 12 minutes left. Haha. I’ll keep on streaming today. I won’t end the stream today. It may end tomorrow. (t/n: He definitely kept his words.)

C: Sensei, do you like itzy? (t/n: Itzy is another kpop girl group, and Ishida had also drawn one of the members.)

I: Yes.

I: Tomorrow is a holiday? There are people who are not working tomorrow.

C: What are you drinking?

I: Coffee.

C: You only need another 800 people to reach 30,000 subscribers.

I: Yeah. It’s gonna reach 30,000. I have to make an appreciation stream or video for 30,000 subscribers. A lot of youtubers are doing this, so I have to do it too. I wanna do it. Feels like a youtuber. Isn’t it fun? I wonder what should I do for it? What would be fun? Let’s go with this concern first. I get lost if I don’t go one-by-one. It’s one of my bad habits.

*They’re planning on what Ishida should do when he reaches 30,000 subscribers.

C: Show your nails.

I: I don’t do manicure.

C: Heavy Rain.

I: Wanna play Heavy Rain as well.

C: Please let us hear your sneeze.

I: There is such person sometimes. Creepy.

C: Why don’t you play Ghosts n Goblins for now?

I: After the stream, I felt like playing the game. They had something like magical clock, though I forgot the name. The one that double the speed of the game. I really wanted to play that, honestly. Though, it wasn’t suitable for streaming. I thought of playing it in my own time. I really like that kind of games.

C: Will you sing when you reach 30,000?

I: During the previous silent stream, Queen Bee’s song was playing. Those who watched may know. I thought of appearing for a moment and sing and then end the stream. I wouldn’t do it, but I just thought about it. At that time, I wanted to try having just an illustration stream.

C: I’m waiting for an autograph session after the Corona ends.

I: The pandemic probably won’t end for at least 2-3 years.

*Someone wanted him to sing Gaston’s song.

I: Gaston. Singing, huh? Hahaha, why am I having second thoughts? I thought I’m okay with anything.

C: how about a karaoke battle?

I: Karaoke battle, huh?

C: Do you have any piercings?

I: I’m not wearing one right now, but I do have it. (t/n: I didn’t expect him to have a piercing. He’s really different than what I imagined a mangaka to be. XD)

C: I’m hoping for JJ’s song covers!

I: JJ? JJ’s songs are difficult. It was super hard during the time I did the covers. Seriously, when I heard it back…The cover for the opening theme was scary. I thought my singing ability had increased since I recorded this one the last. A few months ago, I listened to it after a long time, it was…what should I call it? A sutra, no, a curse. Me and JJ’s opening theme. I forgot the title of the song. Jack and something. There were parts in the songs where the female and male characters had to harmonise. To convey that part, I had to cover the song multiple times. I multiplied into 7 people, since I had to record as Kisa as well. When I was recording Kisa’s part, the other version of me at the back, probably Kai, was harmonising with me. I was told to deepen my voice by Mr.Kasama. So embarrassing. The voice was really low. I was drawn by Mr. Kasama’s voice. His voice was really good when he said ‘Broccoli’ for the cm.

*Ishida imitating Mr. Kasama.

I: It’s cooler than this.

*Imitating him once again.

I: I was like “So cool!”

C: Invite the animals that appeared in Animal rap as guests.

I: That’s a good idea. But what would the guests be doing? It’s absolutely hard to do that. It’s hard to invite the animals because of corona.

C: The title is “Jack & Jeanne of Quartz”.

I: Right. Thank you.

C: Won’t you invite Hanae?

I: I won’t. That’s impossible. (t/n: I want to see him playing horror games with Hanae Natsuki.)

Part 2

#ishida sui #tokyo ghoul #jack jeanne #choujin x #chojin x #ishida sushi channel

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fandom-imagines-stories · 4 years

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Saving Face

Tom Branson x Reader

Words: 2580

Part One of Two

Summary: Married for nearly a year, the reader and her husband return to her home and family for a dinner at her sister’s invitation. Tom faces judgment and becomes a point of ridicule. Everything halts when the reader falls deathly ill.

Notes: This one is definitely hard to write, but you know me I love putting my favorite boys through hell. I love Sybil and Tom, but I really want to write some imagines for him, so in this case, Sybil is just the supportive sister. I hope you enjoy! I also decided to make him a journalist in this since that’s what he does when he goes back to Ireland. (P.S. This was getting insanely long, so I split it into two parts!)

You could tell he was nervous by the way he wrung his hands as you walked. The house had never been more intimidating than it was at this moment. You took one of your husband’s hands in yours and gave him a small reassuring smile.

“She said we would be welcome.” You reminded him, though you also feared that your sister had been too optimistic in her letter.

“Maybe she’s forgotten how it was when we left.” He argued, looking up at the grand estate that he had once been a servant to.

“They don’t hate us, Tom.” He gave you a look.

“They don’t hate you.” You sighed, pausing halfway up the path to the door. It had been almost a year now that you had been at Downton. Almost a year without seeing your family. But it had also been almost a year since you’d married the love of your life.

“I’m sure there will be other guests at dinner tonight, as well as tomorrow,” You started slowly. “And while my family has hopefully adjusted, others will not have.” You knew how some of the other women in society could be. They made Mary look like the goddess of hospitality. Surely, Sybil wouldn’t have invited them, but that didn’t mean that your grandmother wouldn’t.

“I have somewhat prepared myself for this.” He laughed humorously. Your fingers gently grazed his cheek as you made sure his hair was in place. The first face to greet you was at least a friendly one. Sybil burst out the door before you even had the chance to ring.

“It’s so good of you to come!” She exclaimed, wrapping you in a tight hug. This of course was much warmer than a traditional English greeting, but Sybil was anything but traditional. She turned to Tom, her smile welcoming and kind. “I know this must be strange for you, but it means so much to me that you’re here.” He gave her a small nod.

“We wouldn’t miss it, m’lady.” He tried to expel any expression of nervousness from his face, but his smile was still an uneasy one. At least he had an ally in Sybil. You took his arm and Sybil led you into the house. You thought you would feel some great sense of nostalgia. The feeling of being home again after so long. But stepping into the grand entrance only made you realize that anywhere would be home so long as you were by his side.

Servants scurried around you, some slowing down to gawk. Tom avoided their gaze. You hadn’t even thought how strange it would be for him to be served by the people that he once worked with. Mr. Carson was quick to shoo them all away, but their stares lingered in Tom’s thoughts.

“They are expecting you in the drawing room, Lady Y/N.” Mr. Carson kept his tone neutral, though you could sense his disapproval. He was one of the most offended by your match with Tom, not that he’d ever told you. You knew it was his love of the family that drove his opposition, but you found yourself still wishing for his approval. Sybil paused at the door.

“Are you ready?” Her concern was sincere which made Tom feel a little better.

“I suppose it’s too late to turn around and run.” He whispered in your ear, making you laugh.

“I’m afraid so.” With a nod of permission from you, Sybil instructed the footman to open the door. The room was lively with conversation until the moment you stepped inside. Your heart pounded, feeling every person’s eyes staring at you. You were right. It wasn’t just your family. Your grandmother must have invited the Winstons- a family of women your age she’d been trying to persuade you and Sybil to befriend for years. You’d both always found them haughty and arrogant. They definitely weren’t the first family you’d have chosen to introduce Tom to, but you refused to fear them.

Tom lingered in the doorway, regretting ever getting on that train. It wasn’t that he was afraid for his own pride, but for yours. To see you ashamed of him would surely be his undoing. You turned back to him with a look of more adoration than he felt he deserved. When you held out your hand, he didn’t hesitate to take it, fully stepping into the room.

Your mother was the first to approach you, taking your hands in hers with a smile.

“How was the journey, dear?” She asked. There was an awkwardness to her tone, but not a hostile one.

“It was lovely.” You left out the part about the train car being a bit crowded. Not riding first class was something you still had to get used to. There was a child who freely ran around the car and forgot to cover his mouth when he coughed. A small annoyance amongst a thousand other happy memories. Falling asleep on Tom’s shoulder or feeling his finger trace the lines on your palm while you stared out the window watching the world go by. You felt his hand tighten its grip on yours when your mother turned to him.

“I trust your occupation in Ireland has been going well?”

“The editor I’ve been writing for seems to think I have potential.” He knew it must sound so ridiculous to someone of her stature. You put a hand on his arm and gave him a smile brighter than the sun.

“Tom is being modest, mama.” You beamed. “Mr. Byrne tells me he doesn’t know what he’d do without him. He loves Tom’s ideals and thoughts for a new future.” You heard a giggle from across the room. Abigail Winston tried to conceal her smirk by bringing her fingers to her lips. She was by far the vilest of the girls and you expected she was thinking of plenty of ways to humiliate you and your husband.

You couldn’t help but notice the way your father avoided your gaze. While you didn’t elope, the blessing he gave Tom was a reluctant one. You had given him very little choice and you knew that it was only by your mother’s insistence that he allow you to marry. Thankfully, Matthew was quick to strike a conversation with Tom. Matthew seemed to be another friend Tom could rely upon. After all, before learning of his inheritance, Matthew was a simple lawyer.

Carson announced that dinner was ready and everyone filed into the dining room. Tom sat to your right and Mary took the seat to your left. Of every person there, perhaps you feared her the most. Your relationship was complicated, to say the least, and when you left to marry Tom, you knew that she disapproved. When you were a young girl, you idolized your eldest sister and losing her respect had hurt you greatly.

“I hope you’re ready to face the wolves.” She said, quietly enough that only you would hear. You glanced at her, allowing your nervousness to show.

“I just wish I could make him feel like he’s not below us.” He barely touched his food, taking only the smallest bites in fear of looking improper.

“That may be difficult considering he used to work for us.” You gave her a look.

“I don’t think we are above anyone who has worked or currently works for us, Mary.” She chuckled at your defensive tone.

“I know that’s what you believe, dear, but I’m afraid I’m not the one you have to convince.” She nodded her head towards Abigail and her sister Margaret, both gossiping and giggling like school children.

“Tell us, Sybil has it been a strange adjustment?” Margaret began. “You kept so busy as a nurse during the war and now things have settled down.”

“I do my part where I can.” She put on a gratuitous smile and you envied her ability to maintain so hospitable. “I don’t think I could ever go back to what it was like before the war. Too many things have changed.”

“Indeed.” Margaret agreed, her gaze sliding over to you. “So many things have changed.” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly feeling very warm. You motioned over to Mr. Carson.

“Could you possibly move the candelabra?” You asked quietly. He gave you a strange look.

“Are you feeling alright, my lady?” He looked genuinely worried, which caught Tom’s attention.

“What’s wrong?” Your husband asked. You laughed as though they were both being silly.

“I’m afraid my dress is a little heavy for the weather and I’m getting a little warm, that’s all.” You assured them. Mr. Carson removed the burning candles, but you felt little relief. You felt sweat bead across your forehead, but dabbing it with a handkerchief would draw too much attention.

“Lady Y/N,” Abigail stared you down with a cold gaze, “Or is it Mrs. Branson now? I never asked which you preferred.” Her words were civilized, but her tone was accusatory and cruel. Your lips stretched into a tight smile.

“You may call me whatever you like.” She leaned over to her sister but made sure you could still hear.

“Perhaps she wishes to be called ‘Lassie’.” They shared a laugh before she continued. “I meant to ask you where you get your shoes?”

“My what?” It was such an odd question considering she had beyond the means to find suitable footwear.

“I couldn’t help but notice how your shoes are in perfect condition.” By the smug smile on her face, you knew what direction she was taking this. “I’m afraid mine wear out terribly quickly with all of the walking I do to get to and from town. Wouldn’t you agree, Margaret.” Her sister nodded with an amused glint in her eye.

“Abigail, I’m sure you’re boring the gentlemen with such talk.” Lord Winston scolded, but she had an agenda she fully intended to keep.

“Then again, I suppose not all of us have chauffeurs that are so eager to please.”

You pushed away from the table so suddenly that it made you dizzy. The plates rattled from the force of your motion and the entire room went deadly silent. The men in the room were too baffled by the unexpected motion that they seemed to forget to stand with you. Abigail’s face twisted with wicked triumph .

“Oh dear, I do hope I haven’t offended you.”

“If you’ll excuse me, I think I need to step out for some fresh air.” You muttered, rushing out of the room. Tom and Sybil were quick to follow while the rest of the party sat in shocked silence.

“I’m sorry if this seems rude, but I’m quite frankly surprised that she brought him here.” Margaret noted, snickering at her sister’s comment.

“Must you both be so wretched?” Mary blurted and joined her sister to chase you.

“My love, slow down. Please.” Tom urged you, but you were out the door without a second thought.

“We’re going home.” You fervently tried to brush the tears as they fell. Your blood felt as if it were boiling and even the brisk night air failed to cool you.

“Y/N wait!” Sybil pleaded, Mary catching up behind her. “We’ll ask them to leave. I didn’t wish them to be here anyway, but please don’t go like this.”

“I’ll gladly throw Abigail out myself.” Mary added. You were almost surprised to see her taking your side but you were too emotional to care.

“I can’t do this.” You stopped and turned to them, the tears on your cheeks glistening in the moonlight. Tom could feel his heart crack seeing you like this. You saw the hurt in his expression and knew he thought this was his fault. But he couldn’t be more wrong. “I cannot play this game anymore. I refuse to dance around my feelings for the sake of keeping face. I thought I’d escaped all of the fake smiles and forced politeness, but life with Tom has made me forget how horrible it all is.”

“Honestly, Y/N, what did you expect to happen?” Mary exasperated.

“Mary.” Sybil gasped.

“Things have changed, Y/N.” Mary stepped towards you. “You made a choice and you knew the consequences. You chose a life of love, but it is also an uneven path to follow. I’ve always respected your courage, don’t disappoint me now by running away.” You softened. She respected you? Tom placed a hand on your cheek, his eyes grounding you enough to stop your hysterics.

“My darling, if you want to go now, we’ll go.” He gave you a reassuring smile. “But I can face them if you can.” The heat spreading through your body was becoming unbearable and your head grew dizzier every second. Your breathing became short and labored.

“Tom, I-” Before you could finish, your legs gave out beneath you.

Tom rushed to catch you and Sybil leapt into action. With one arm holding you upright, his other hand gently patted your cheek, trying to rouse you.

“Y/N? Love, wake up.” He looked up at Sybil. “What’s happened?” Sybil touched her hand to your forehead and quickly drew away.

“She’s burning up, we have to get her inside.” He scooped you up in his arms and the two practically sprinted inside.

Mary was frozen for a moment as they ran past her back into the house. Y/N had looked rather ill at dinner, but surely she was just overwhelmed. Mary’s thoughts went to Lavinia and an icy fear ran through her.

“Somebody help!” Tom shouted upon getting inside. Servants gathered around with a chorus of gasps and Sybil began giving them orders.

“We should take her upstairs,” She instructed. “Thomas, fetch me a bowl of cold water and a cloth. Mr. Carson, try and fetch Dr. Clarkson.”

“Yes, my lady.” Mr. Carson’s eyes followed Tom and the worry in his expression was clear.

“What’s happening?” Matthew appeared from the dining room, the rest of the party soon filing out behind him.

“Y/N’s fainted.” Mary said solemnly, taking her fiance’s hand. “Sybil says she has a fever.” Everyone watched as Tom carried you up the stairs, Cora making her way to the front of the group.

“My girl.” She exclaimed, following Sybil and Tom. Abigail turned to her sister.

“And here I thought Irish women were supposed to have thick skins.” Mary would have lunged at them had Matthew not stood in her way.

“Just ignore them darling.” He sighed.

Upstairs was a flurry of movement from servants bringing Sybil supplies. They’d instructed Tom to the room you were meant to stay in and Sybil helped him remove the heavy dress from your frame. Male servants hesitated as they came in. Even catching a glimpse of you in your undergarments was a scandal. Tom seemed to notice their surprised stares and shifted so that he was shielding you from their view.

“Don’t just stand there.” Sybil exclaimed. “Help Thomas get the ice water and someone find out if Mr. Carson has contacted Dr. Clarkson.”

“Come on, love.” Tom brought your fingers up to his lips. “Open your eyes for me.” He couldn’t breathe. It was like the rest of the world was a complete blur. People bustled around as shapes around him. The only clear thing was you. The panicked tears came without warning. “Please, love. Please wake up.”

The first thing you heard was his voice.

#tom branson x reader #downton abbey imagines #downton #sybil crawley #Mary Crawley #tom branson #allen leech

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little-robin-h00d · 4 years

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Hot take but prison should only be for people who are legitimately dangerous to society, like murderers and rapists and pedophiles. The vast majority of people in prison shouldn't be there.

Theft because of need shouldn’t be a crime. If someone needs something to survive, they shouldn’t be punished for stealing things, they should be given the resources they need to survive.

Squatting shouldn’t be a crime, either. There are more empty houses than there are homeless people, and rent can be so high in places that it simply isn’t affordable to your average person. If a house is empty, people should be able to occupy it. In fact, housing should be considered a right, along with food and water. Did you know that the US doesn’t consider food and water human rights? Well, you do now.

Drug use shouldn’t be a crime. In fact, plenty of drug users are attempting to self-medicate, due to untreated medical issues. And like, it’s their body. People have bodily autonomy, do they not? They’re not affecting anyone else by taking drugs. That, and criminalizing drug use has been shown to have a negative effect and actually increase both drug use and disease transference due to unsanitary conditions. Addiction should be treated as a disease instead of a crime. Portugal did that, and saw a major decrease in drug use, addiction and overdoses.

That, and people’s kids shouldn’t be taken away just because they can’t afford to care for them, if that’s the only thing wrong. Did you know foster parents are paid to take care of the kids they’re fostering? If there’s nothing wrong with the household they came from except being poor, that is absolutely no reason to remove the child, and it’s criminalizing poverty in the worst way. Give the parents the means to be able to support the kid, don’t just take them away and pay someone else to take care of them. This also contributes to a form of genocide, having kids of color being taken away from their homes and being put into white households.

Missing Jury Duty shouldn’t be a crime, as people are frequently unable to go, whether it be due to disability, transportation issues, lack of childcare, inability to get out of work, or any other reason. Also in relation to jury duty, did you know they disqualify jurors who had anything similar to the crime happen to them? Say the crime is sexual harassment, you won’t find many women who haven’t experienced sexual harassment in one form or another. Or racism in the workplace, or discrimination based on someone’s gender and orientation. They’re calling that bias, but I think the opposite is true. It’s biased against people who have experienced sexual harassment, women, poc, and any other vulnerable minority.

A jury should be made up of a person’s peers, but what exactly does that mean? I’m sure as hell not peers with a wealthy cishet abled white man. If the crime is racism or related to racism, then the jurors should be people from the race that was discriminated against. If the crime is discrimination based on sex, then women should be the jurors. If the crime was LGBT+ discrimination (which, unfortunately, isn’t illegal yet), the jurors should be queer. Et cetera, et cetera.

Prisons shouldn’t be for-profit, as that incentivizes incarcerating people. The United States has more people in prison per capita than any other country in the world, and most of the people in prison are there for nonviolent offenses, such as the ones I’ve talked about above.

For most crimes, the punishment should fit the crime. If someone steals food, they should work at a food bank for a little bit. If someone vandalizes, they should help clean it up. There are plenty of alternatives to prison and fines.

Speaking of fines, a fine means that whatever it is, it’s legal for rich people. Fines should be based on a person’s income, like it is in Finland for speeding tickets. That way, a poor person’s life isn’t destroyed by a single fine, and rich people don’t get away with doing crimes over and over again. This is also a reason to get rid of cash bail, which is cruel, and has nothing to do with flight risk. Nobody should be imprisoned when they haven’t been convicted of a crime.

Not to mention, don’t we supposedly have the right to a speedy and fair trial? Because it sure as hell doesn’t seem like it. Trials can take years, and because they take so long, the cost of a lawyer can ruin someone financially.

Isn’t it fucked up that we have to pay for lawyers? That we have to pay to have our constitutional rights defended? That we have to pay to be in court? All lawyers should be public servants.

Same with healthcare. Healthcare should be a matter of the public good, and a constitutional right. Our privatized health care system is fucked up. People die just because they’re poor all the time.

There’s disaster when you privatize a public good. Look at Texas! The whole state consistently had no power because their electrical grid was privatized, and then people suffered and died in the cold because of it.

The job of the government as a whole is supposed to be to take care of its people, but the opposite of that is happening in the United States.

TL;DR most nonviolent crimes shouldn’t be crimes at all, and yet, nonviolent criminals make up most of our prison population, which benefits from incarceration. The United States is a backwards, third-world nation.

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neednothavehappenedtobetrue · 3 years

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okay. this is a post about a new character, who is a person in the same 'verse as the main one for Robert and Isabelle, sci-fi and spaceships. she is a pastor in the one specific "limits on technology" religion I made up, but also, she is very cool. she does not live on their main terraformed colony, she lives in another colony with some definite cultural differences.

I am mostly posting this for my own future reference. there are definitely people who will enjoy Gwendolyn a lot, even with the extensive trigger tag situation here, but I think "a short story that has space for more nuance" would be a better venue for her than "my thoughts from Skype at 4AM"

if you do decide to read this, check the tags first, please

shoutout to @anonymus-maximus-er for being my thought partner on this.

but as I understand it now, there are, like , degrees of Intensity in Church Of Man

like, even their chillest followers are kind of intense about it because it's hard to be real, real chill about "god said we were only allowed to use these specific fifteen technologies" or whatever the exact rules are

but as far as incubators go, Aimee's community, the one you saw, would definitely have been like "well, too bad God wants that baby to die" and there are some other communities which would be more like "okay, probably make sure your baby does not die, do what you've gotta do there, but don't come back and talk to us afterwards"

and also for sure there are communities like "do literally whatever you have to do to make sure your baby does not die, we will be here with whole-made casseroles when you're home again"

and like, could some of those kids have benefitted from subsequent quality-of-life stuff they didn't get? probably, yes

to varying degrees

but hopefully Aimee finds a nice community where she can be like "this is so important to me but my babies and I experienced a bunch of technology in order to not die and we got excommunicated."

and they're like "wow that sounds like a lot of Not Your Fault would you like some whole-made casseroles and toddler clothes?"

and she's like "I got excommunicated" and they're like "did you know, perhaps you didn't, that there is no Central Authority for every Church Of Man church in the galaxy? there for sure is not! the people from New Maryland often pretend they are, but we didn't vote for them! your old pastor is just not at all the boss of us, is the thing"

that is the future epilogue I want for Aimee

I feel like the Tau Ceti Church of Man community is small and some people think they're weird, but they're nice neighbors. their pastor is a woman named Gwendolyn or something who is just constantly mad about Richard Brinton That Fucking Asshole

she has never called him any of those words because of decorum, she has just spent a lot of time talking to new people like "wow you seem very traumatized did you know he is not the boss of us?"

"we don't have a pope!"

"we've tried to have a council a few times, but it's logistically complicated"

"every church is supposed to make its own rules in accordance with the texts"

"yes, I have read every single one of his missives to the world, I know which bits of the Texts you probably have memorized, here are some bits I like a lot"

Gwendolyn has some opinions

like, churches are supposed to set their own rules about "necessary" technologies and she has quietly labeled almost all life-saving medical technology "necessary"

meanwhile, Brinton thinks it's necessary for him to have access to telecommunications equipment to he can send his editorials all over the galaxy, so people can be Educated

huh

of course, he does not actually physically touch the telecommunications equipment, he keeps like four people who know how to use it around so they can spread his word, but also, huh

the thing about Gwendolyn is that she has spent a long time watching traumatized New Marylanders join her community, many of them quite young and quite traumatized

also, she was never a New Marylander, she is fourth-generation Tau Ceti, which, crucially

means that her first set of principles is "Church Stuff, Misc" and her second set of principles, right there after the first is "you're not the boss of me"

even if somebody could point to actual scripture that said they were the boss of her, she would have some trouble with it, but some dude! who cannot point to anything at all! no justification whatsoever! nothing in the texts even a little bit! keeps trying to be the boss of her! and also keeps traumatizing all of the people in his community pretty badly! and making everyone else look like jerks!

"I'm more conservative than you, therefore, I am the boss of you"

NOPE

not for Gwendolyn

Gwendolyn votes in every local election and votes for her Senator, who she has met and quite likes. she occasionally goes to protests when the local government does some dipshit thing, but the Tau Ceti local government is pretty well-behaved because if it's not the citizenry will absolutely be like "fuck you, you're not the boss of me" at its government

she has some Very Big Opinions about debtor employment. she's not thrilled about the like, severity of the gang situation in her city, but she doesn't have a lot of optimism that the Government is gonna fix it, so she does community groups instead

also, in recognition of the fact that she can't just throw these traumatized New Marylanders right off into the personal autonomy deep end she is like "okay, if you need someone to tell you what to do sometimes, I will be the temporary boss of you until you are ready to be the boss of you"

she does not Love that aspect of her job, but sometimes you gotta

you can't bring people from "obedience all the time" to "you must make every choice in your life with no backup" overnight, they'll just collapse in on themselves or become targets for worse people

so she does the thing

she and Brinton have a <very> passive aggressive correspondence going as church leaders

there are many many long letters back and forth

they are very polite and also, if any of them are preserved, historians will find them fascinating

"wow these people just fucking loathed each other"

Anonymus, 5:05 AM

your obedient servant, A. Burr

5:05 AM

if they did not live on separate planets, legitimately maybe

like, if she could get to Brinton's house on a horse to yell at him in person, she would have by now

she didn't swear a lot in real life, but sometimes she wanted to

she got real good at saying "that man" or "sugar" or "nonsense" in A Tone, but you could tell

I can't decide if she has a husband or a wife

Aimee's church definitely thinks gay people are Modern and therefore Wrong, but like

I feel like probably their specific religious texts don't even have that much on being nice to people? like, there's definitely a few pages on like "kindness is an ancient value, we hold fast to ancient values, these are them"

but it's like 70% Rules Minutiae

it's also not a super long book

so everybody has very different opinions about how to interpret the Rules Minutiae in light of the 30% of the book that's like "here are our actual values"

"modesty" and "fidelity" are both in the Ancient Values bits for sure

and I feel like different denominations went in different directions on the "modesty" and "fidelity" implications of "gay people"

no, I've decided, Gwendolyn definitely has a wife

show her in the actual rules where she can't have a wife

yes, fidelity, that thing she has with her wife

Anonymus, 5:13 AM

can the wife be a very proper rebbetzin?

organises all the casserole chains

5:14 AM

yes, she can definitely organize all of the casserole chains

5:18 AM

right

Gwendolyn's wife's name is Tara and she came from an Earth Church of Man community where they were like "technically it's not illegal for you to be gay, but, like, ehhhh? we'd rather you didn't and also you definitely cannot have children if you're gay"

5:20 AM

and she got to Tau Ceti and met Gwendolyn who even in college was like "show me in the texts where it says I cannot have a wife."

"show me."

Anonymus, 5:21 AM

sounds like excellent breeding ground for Very Textually and Theologically Conversant, but not actually a religious authority

5:21 AM

the thing is, Tau Ceti is Bad At Authority

if they had a motto on their coins it would just be "you're not the boss of me" but maybe in Latin

but maybe not even in Latin because people who know Latin often think they are the boss of you

Anonymus, 5:22 AM

WHO MADE U KING

5:22 AM

for real

I think there is a dude who is technically the "boss" of Gwendolyn and they take turns giving the sermons and calibrating which parishoners they support based on like, communication styles in a way that often ends up with just all of the women and queer folks being Gwendolyn's people

she is smarter than him, he handles all of the Local Politics things that require you not to go "EXCUSE me, where is the LAW ABOUT THAT"

Anonymus, 5:24 AM

different type of smart

5:24 AM

if he ever tried to pull rank on her, she would either be so startled that it would work or she would unhinge her jaw and eat him

so he's never tried

he doesn't want to! very few people on Tau Ceti even want to be in charge, both because it's like herding cats who will hate you if they catch you herding them and because the finely honed distrust of authority doesn't go away when you become authority

Anonymus, 5:26 AM

"I'm pretty sure I'm up to some bullshit"

5:27 AM

yeah, Gwendolyn spends a lot of time with these sad transplants from other communities, nearly all of them women (because for SOME REASON women tend to get excommunicated WAY MORE OFTEN. HUH. are there ADDITIONAL RULES for WOMEN? I DON'T SEE ANY)

and they're like "please I am so sad and scared just tell me what to do"

and she wants to be like "I am not the boss of you, you have to be the boss of you" but they often are not ready for that, so she just tries to get a sense of what they want to do or what might be healthiest for them and tells them her strong recommendation is that they do that thing

everyone in her community knows she is passionate and can get fired up about some of this stuff, she doesn't hide that, but also, there are some conversations she (a only has with her wife and also (b has had with her wife a number of times

they are basically "our community is like 55% traumatized exiles from other communities and like 30% traumatized people from This One Dude's Community specifically. he traumatizes women and girls and girls he calls women and gay people and parents with sick babies!"

"we have so so many people we take care of now who are so so shaken and traumatized and sad"

"and we only get the people who don't leave the faith entirely!"

"it's not fair! it's not fair that he gets to do that! it's not fair!"

because when you carry the faces of like twenty good people all traumatized by the same garbage person and all you can do is try to take care of them and send passive-aggressive letters, sometimes it sucks!

if they lived on the same planet and she could get there on a horse, she would have done something ill-advised by now. yelled, certainly

but then again, if she had been born on New Maryland she would be a super different person and if he had been born on Tau Ceti there would have been a hard upper limit on how much he could get anyone to listen to him

like, bad bullshit happens on Tau Ceti, but the first time he married a fourteen-year-old girl off to her rapist, his neighbors would have set him on fire

church of man neighbors, regular neighbors, possibly neighbors who are criminals, just all the neighbors

5:37 AM

so her wife listens to her cry and reads over her letters to Brinton to make sure she doesn't actually say anything Too Impolitic (I think her boss also reads them, but he's less invested)

and her wife has these new folks over for dinner and helps them find clothes for their kids and adapt their modesty rules to the thing where it's like, as hot as it is possible to be in Tau Ceti

5:38 AM

like, most of the summer it's like 120 degrees, on a brisk day in December it drops into like, the low nineties

5:39 AM

sometimes people from other communities are like "we do modesty more modestly than they do" and they have to be like "okay, your choices are us dressing this way or us using air conditioning, because people do die in real life of heatstroke sometimes, that is a thing that can kill you"

also, even before Gwendolyn came along, her previous pastor was definitely like "we're gonna make electric fans permissible. we're just... heatstroke sure does kill you in real life"

"particularly in Modest Dress"

she liked him. they had meetings like twice a month when she was young because she had A Lot of questions and her parents were less invested in the answers than she was

when she was like twelve, he was like "maybe they'll give you my job one day" and she was like "I don't want your job! you're the boss of people!" and he was like "they very much would not give you my job if you wanted my job, kiddo"

(even 50% of the organized crime leaders on Tau Ceti are like "hey, I'm not the boss of anybody, I'm just a guy you don't want to fuck with because of all of the friends that I have got"

"I am not the boss of you, but I do have this gun")

5:49 AM

final thought on Gwendolyn: she had a real hard time when Robert Thompson died, because that dude thought her faith was a good reason to murder a husband and father.

and like, that dude is a fucking asshole, obviously, but it's hard

and then Brinton puts out an editorial about it and it is the only time Gwendolyn and Tara's children ever hear one of their mothers swear

because she is usually super meticulous about that

but also, sometimes

there is a limit

she makes several attempts before she writes him her next letter and the subtext of the entire letter is just "fuck you SO much, I do not generally believe in Hell, however, I will make an exception"

there is a limit! a man is dead and his wife and daughter are grieving and then a dude who everyone thinks is, like, the pope of her puts out some bullshit like "of course we don't do hate crimes but also that dude who got murdered deserved it" bullshit

there is a limit she is past it!

5:53 AM

also, they have seven adopted kids

#rape for ts #religion for ts #religious abuse for ts #there is a bit about babies dying in here #because their religion does not always allow for medical technology #I don't know what the succinct tag is for that #hate crimes for ts #organized crime for ts #is that a thing?#guns for ts #briefly #the ghost and the machine #as inappropriate as the gun #her tag would be #show me in the texts #I might legitimately need to write this

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braincoins · 5 years

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Castlevania 3 Liveblog

I dumped all of this on @toxicure because they were asleep and then I decided to dump it all on all of you.

Minor spoilers occasionally, but most of it is out of context babbling.

and now to make cryptic non spoilery comments while you sleep

such as:

Awww

and

Oh, I was wondering about THAT. WELL THEN.

oh, someone's done well for themselves

I'm glad to see Treffy's friends continue to treat him ...well. >_>

and that Treffy continues to be a stranger to soap and water

"scribal skills" I'ma put that on my business cards

oh he gets a THE now

Fancy fancy

OH THAT'S A MEME IMAGE

never ever thought I'd say this but I agree with Trevor

also, so many people this season who are like, "I have no name. Call me The ___"

maybe THAT'S where the "the" came from!

oh that explains Mr. Freaky Eyes then

I LOVE HER

LOVE HER

"you saw that I have a knife, right?" Oooooh someone getting snarky

y'know, for a show that's so blatant about murder and gore and violence, they're SUPER squeamish about any sort of nudity

wait that might've been a sliver of penis! QUICK GET THE BELMONTS HERE STAT!

oh, yeah, nevermind, they're getting less squeamish about it all the time

OMG THEY FOUND THEM

lesbians

is... is that one dude masturbating?

oh no it's just crazy rocking okay nevermnind

wait shit I'm starting to agree with Crazy McFuckoEyes

In this episode we find out Trevor is not stealthy

AND SYPHA IS FUCKING AMAZING but we knew that but SERIOUSLY I LOVE HER

well. talk about being a slave to fashion

Isaac would be one hell of a Pokemon Master.

Like no one ever was.

Remind me never to put my elbows on the table or use the wrong fork. o.O

I really really really wish Alucard were here for this moment. xD

Oh, well, at least SOMEONE walked in on this self-pitying monologue

also, no surprise it was HER idea because she's awesome

what a leaden town [ba-dum TISH!]

no but seriously are they gonna try to turn it into gold?

Sypha is ENJOYING this

i love her SO MUCH my heart's gonna explode

I can't wait to see the Ifso Factso of this

OMG HE'S TOTALLY ADOPTED THEM

[snerk] wow, whipped and he KNOWS it

and speaking of whipped men...

aaaaaaand someone's just developed a BDSM kink

oh well there's where the effects budget went

the cows are like 'dude you took SO MANY SHROOMS'

Oh, and in case you forgot, Warren Ellis thinks Christianity should Aria of Swallow His Dick

omg they're a mood

also can I just say that I support guys wearing crop tops?

OMG STOP TOYING WITH MY HEART WARREN ELLIS

BELNADES AND BELMONT

also. ALSO. I want to know what Jason Isaacs thought when he was given THAT LINE.

"Okay, okay, we want you to say this the same way you'd say 'MUGGLES' or 'MUDBLOODS' or..." "Look, I did movies other than those ones. You know that, right?" "Yeah, yeah, sure whatever, just say it like MUDBLOODS." "Ugh." "YES, LIKE THAT!"

Oh no, no, no, hon. You haven't just felt useless. You've been useless.

Useless, but hot [fans self]

uh oh. See, I knew not to like that dude.

OKAY THAT IS FUCKTASTIC.

Castlevangelion?!

I SWEAR TO SYPHA IF THEY HURT HIM....

[snort] Dude is not used to being helped; Treffy is not used to helping people, it's awkward for everyone involved here.

TREFFY IS A CAT PERSON CONFIRMED

SERIOUSLY.

You thought TREVOR was the main character of "Castlevania"?

Trevor Belmont, last son of the House of Belmont: I am the main character. Sypha Belnades: [clears throat] Trevor: What? I am. Sypha: [gives him a Look (TM)] Remember that sex you were hoping to have? Trevor: No, no, you're right, she's right, Sypha's the main character. Sypha: Good brain-damaged servant. ^_^ You can have a beer now. Trevor: Thank God. Sypha: And after the beer, you can go punch some monks. Trevor: YESSSSSSSSS. And, uh... after the beer and monk-punching? [hopeful grin] Sypha: [looks him up and down] After the beer, the monk-punching, and a BATH. Trevor: Absolutely.

"I'm... I'm pretty?" This is a man who has never looked in a mirror.

Look, in Castlevania-land you're either pretty or you're some sort of horrible freak, man-wise. That's really the only two options.

You're Dracula or you're Godbrand. That's it.

omg he's pretty AND stupid

Okay I think the main message of s3 is "Men are stupid and need women to set them straight. Just be careful what KIND of woman you're obeying totally and entirely." I might be reading into things a bit. I mean, there's also... y'know... the entire rest of the plot.

wow that random guard dude has NO sword discipline whatsoever. Just waving a sword around like that? You'll take someone's knees off! Probably the guard dude in front of you!

the FUCK was that shot? It looked like we had claymation from a British kids' show for a second there

omg how are you THIS DUMB

does... does he wear a nightgown?

loosely laced like that, too?

damn, you little slut fodder for fanartists says what?

oh no. oh NO.

oh MY.

I LITERALLY JUST CHOKED ON MY COCOA

holy hell where'd she get those tits from? She must've been binding like HELL. HOW COULD YOU BREATHE?!?!?!

we're hopping between 4 different scenes: 2 are violence and 2 are sex. And I just KNOW that Pengy's gonna wake up and come out during a sex bit. I JUST KNOW IT

okay that's... that's like Katamari Hellmacy I guess 'cause What the FUQ

IT'S RAININ' MEN!

SING IT, ISAAC

Okay, look. We get to see all THIS sex, but we didn't get to see the one we REALLY WANTED? Like. Mr. Ellis. My Dude.

you're immortal and you never, in all that time, learned any combat skills? Not even in self-defense?

Isaac still leading the way in Forgemaster Fashion tho

does that thing have an eye in its crotch? Eye vagina. Vag-eye-na

OH FUCK YES LOOKIT MY BABE GO

the weird super smoothed-out combat animation is trippy tho

I have a THEORY there but I left it out 'cause I'm trying to keep the spoilers to a minimum

OH NO! THE MAD STRAWBERRY LORD TRIUMPHS?!?!?

OR NOT!!

I KNEW IT

oh no oh no I KNEW it

[has to actually clap hand over mouth so as not to wake husband]

you know... on one hand, if I'D been running this show, I'd've made that the last shot of the season because I'm an evil bitch. on the other hand, THANK SYPHA THAT IS NOT THE LAST SHOT OF THE SHOW

HELL YES THAT PIECE OF DIALOGUE

the fuck

WHERE DID YOU SEND THAT KID?! O_O

LEVEL UP! NEW SPELL UNLOCK!

DRAMATIC ORGAN MUSIC SAYS YOU'RE FUCKED?!?!?!

omg

will you two just go home and fuck Alucard already?

apparently everyone who dies goes to Hell.

Just. Just straight up.

ok but seriously dude the kid's okay?

OMG YOU FUCKER

good Treffy smart Treffy

[snerk] Carmilla and the lesbians like "TMI TMI TMI"

oh no honey you're not a SLAVE, you're a PET.

That's SO MUCH BETTER

and... wow. Okay. So. Yeah. Honoring our families again, I see. Yay.

THE END.

#Castlevania s3 #Lite Spoilers #Mostly if you already know what the fuck is going on

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seeroftodayandtomorrow · 5 years

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A Musical Affair

Chapter 8

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“Would you call me a hypocrite,” Kurt asked, “for ranting against Rachel when she gives me money, but liking it very much when she gives me food?”

They had stopped kissing for the moment, but were still lying on the blanket, close together, legs intertwined. Kurt was nibbling on a slice of sweet pie, laughing as he tried to keep the filling from squishing out. Outside, the day was moving on, but in here, time seemed to stand still. Far too soon, Blaine would have to leave in order to get home in time for dinner, but for now, he was happy where he was.

“It's food,” he said, shrugging. “Most people like food.”

“Most people also like money,” Kurt pointed out. “And don't get me wrong, I do as well. Having money is very convenient.”

“Then-”

“Are you aware,” Kurt interrupted, “that more than half of London's population lives the way I do, or in far worse circumstances?”

“I...never really thought about it, to be honest.” Blaine was slightly ashamed; Kurt, however, looked like he hadn't expected anything else. Few of Blaine's social standing were aware they lived in a protective little bubble in which they met only people of their own class, and the craftsmen, merchants and servants that provided for them but were mostly ignored.

“I am not poor. A lot of my acquaintance consider me quite well-off. I have my own room with a window and a fireplace, I can afford to support my stepmother and still eat, and most of all, I earn my living doing something I love. It's only people like Rachel that consider me a charity case, when there are so many more worthy projects she could set her mind to.”

Blaine couldn't help thinking that Kurt was right. Watching him here, in his own space, he didn't seem like he was lacking something.

“I'm not out on the street or sleeping on the rope,” Kurt continued, “unlike some other people I know who grew up in quite similar circumstances. There are a lot who'd need Rachel's money much more than I do.”

Then he smiled again as he took another bite out of the pie. “Food, on the other hand, especially food like this - is just a gift from a friend.”

Blaine sat up and also took a slice of pie. “I happen to know,” he said after a little hesitation, “that Sir Jesse and Lady St. James donate a lot of money to a lot of causes. I think, maybe, that for Rachel, the money she gives to you is also just a gift from a friend.”

Kurt looked at him. After a while, he nodded. “You may be right. Still, I don't like it, and I have repeatedly told her so. But well, what do I expect—it was never her way to listen to somebody else when she thought she knew better.”

After a moment of silence, he shrugged, smiled, and pulled Blaine towards him. Blaine rather hurriedly put his slice of pie aside. A glance at the window showed him they had time for a few more kisses, at the very least.

“Now, what do you do to ask someone to dance?”

“I go to whatever lady I plan to dance with, bow, then ask her to honor me with the next. Then I will try not to look on the floor and count my steps while I step on her toes for a song or two. Afterwards, I escort her back to her parents or friends. But this will never happen. I've been excusing myself from dancing up to now, and I will keep doing that in the future. I don't know how to dance.”

“We'll come to that later. But as I told you, you can afford to be known as a bad dancer, but not as someone who doesn't know how to behave. Now, what else have I told you about dancing?”

Blaine was, by now, a little exasperated. Sebastian was not a bad student, but sometimes Blaine wished he would just take him at his word every now and then instead of questioning everything.

“Um—never exert myself to the point of sweating. Men who refuse to dance at all make themselves more unpopular than bad dancers—thank you, I understood that, you know—and—oh, never dance too many dances with the same young lady.”

“Right,” Blaine said and tried to come up with a way to teach Sebastian to dance without having to actually dance with him.

“But I don't understand that,” Sebastian said, causing Blaine to sigh. “Why can't I dance again with a girl I like, if we, say, talked about something interesting the moment the music ended?”

“Because people will think you want to marry her. You will raise hopes in her and her family, because, let's face it, you are a very eligible match.”

He remembered all too well the speculative glances and whispers if he happened to be more attentive to one girl than the others. It was one part of being an earl—or heir to one—he really didn't miss.

“What if I want to marry her?”

“You—you want to marry?”

“Well. I thought getting married and producing an heir was part of the whole thing of being an earl.”

Blaine couldn't help but nod. It was; there was no denying people would expect and even pressure Sebastian to marry, and soon.

“But—you don't like women.” Blaine wasn't quite sure why he was protesting; it was by no means unusual for men like him to get married—be it as camouflage, because they wanted children or for a thousand other reasons. It was even possible that Sebastian did like women as well as men.

But he was shaking his head.

“No, I don't. Not that way. What's your point?”

“I just thought -” It was stupid. He hadn't even made up his own mind about whether or not to marry, back when that was still an important question.

“You thought it'd be the honorable thing not to marry when I won't love my wife.”

Blaine nodded, somewhat sheepishly. His parents had not loved one another, and while their open loathing had been seen as somewhat indecent, like hating each other should be done behind closed doors, nobody had seen it as unusual.

“Well,” Sebastian continued, “I plan to make sure my wife won't love me either. I want to someone who will take me solely for my money and my title, and who, if possible, will tolerate me looking for entertainment somewhere else, and who will make a decent companion otherwise. I will treat her with respect, the need for discretion will make sure I don't flaunt my affairs, and I'm sure I will be able to give her a child or two. She'll have it better than a lot of other women. At least my wife won't die alone in a little room behind the kitchen while her relatives discuss if she's worth the cost of a doctor.”

Blaine could not think of anything to say in the face of Sebastian's bitterness. He guessed that his mother had died like this, and he felt a great deal of shame for his father, the late and unmissed earl, who had let his first wife die in poverty and loneliness.

“You're right,” he conceded in a low voice. He still thought it was dishonest somehow, especially since Sebastian's wife probably would not have the freedom to seek her pleasure elsewhere.

But that was the way their society worked, and in the end, there was no big difference if the husband strayed into the bed of another woman or into that of a man.

“Speaking of discretion,” he said, both to change the subject and because it was something he had meant to talk to Sebastian about. “You need to be more—well, discreet.”

“What?”

“You have been seen in the company of the same young man twice; a young man, I might add, who is—at least in certain circles—known for frequenting molly houses.”

“So?”

Again, Blaine was at a loss for words. He remembered his own first meeting with Sebastian, and the reasons he had listed for being able to be so...open in his solicitations. All of these still applied: Sebastian was an earl, and his wealth and title would protect him, if not his partners, from most of the consequences a discovery would have for most men. If he was indeed, as he had said, a good pugilist, this would protect him from most private hostilities.

But still, Blaine worried. He didn't know why he didn't want Sebastian to flaunt his proclivities; he hoped it didn't have anything to do with wanting to protect the reputation of the earldom. Maybe it was just that he didn't want to lose his half brother's company, which, while exasperating, was often a lot of fun and considerably widened his horizon. But should word get out that Sebastian was someone who, as it were, corrupted young men, his grandmother, unaware that he was far beyond corrupting, would certainly forbid Blaine to associate with him.

So he decided on a tactical approach, since he doubted that the desire alone to protect his maybe less affluent and influential prospective partners would be enough to convince Sebastian to be more cautious.

“Imagine one of the young men of our general acquaintance, many of whom are very handsome and might also be...amenable to your suggestions, catching your eye. If you continue like this, you will soon have a reputation, and no young man, how handsome and willing he might be, will be as much as seen with you, no less go anywhere alone, for fear of getting the same reputation.”

He could see he had made an impression on Sebastian, who seemed to seriously think about his words.

“Most people don't have the money and influence that allows you to ignore society's restrictions and even the law,” he continued. Most people also care what their families think about them, he thought, though he didn't say it. He was well aware that except for the unloved relatives of his mother, he was the only family Sebastian had. And considering, Sebastian could be pretty sure Blaine would not think any worse of him for whom he bedded.

“You make a good point,” Sebastian conceded. “I knew I would have to care about more things now than just where my next meal comes from, but I couldn't have foreseen anything like this.”

Blaine guessed that all the endless little rules of etiquette could be hard to remember when one hadn't grown up with them, but he thought that especially someone like Sebastian would consider other people's situation in life more than someone who had only ever moved in their own circle.

Then again, Sebastian had never claimed to be anything but selfish, and as an earl, he was at least in good company.

“So you will be more careful?” Blaine asked.

“I can try,” Sebastian replied,” but sometimes people get over-enthusiastic when they meet me. It's the charm, you know...”

He grinned, and Blaine couldn't help but smile. The charm was undeniably there, and if Sebastian managed to tone it down, he would be very successful in society.

“You must help my though.” Sebastian continued. “Maybe point me towards the right men. If I am to be discreet, I don't know how to find someone.”

Find someone you admire, Blaine thought, someone who is smart and funny and in whose arms you forget the time and the world around you.

“Someone for the night, I mean. I'm not asking for anything more,” Sebastian said. “I don't believe in love—see where it got my mother. And even if I did—men like us can hardly ask for love, can we?”

Blaine thought that maybe they could. Maybe he did.

#fic: a musical affair #klaine fanfiction

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Oct. 3

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Tell me , why was himself attracted to such a spindly legged bint like nutmeg. It’s like watching a Popeye cartoon with Olive Oil telling him what to do. ( comparison photos please anyone) and now has involved himself in litigation on her behalf, as if this wilting violet is such a crushed petal …… really ‘REALLY!! ‘ she’s got a skin thicker than a Rhinoceros. It’s bad timing because of the exposure of the forthcoming vid. “ OMG it’s her”. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct 4

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The question is’ how far will the MOS go up the litigation hill before they settle OOC, or will they enjoy the Kabuki pantomime it will descend into? I don’t think the BRF wants a public circus in the high court of litigation ,then again I can imagine LG rubbing his hands together at the image of nutmeg swanning into court wearing a denim onesie, and reading a word salad statement prepared by SS describing her alleged trauma 😱😱😱🤣🤣🤣🤣Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 5

ALLEGEDLY ANON … is it all about archificial?????? O my ‘ a paternity suit. This is going to get quite interesting ‘ so will DNA be produced? Is archificial “ of the body ? I think their both pissed off with the truth. The SA nutmeg show was a disaster …… and for gods sake, what is Harry doing …… it’s now super Kabuki!!!! Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The creature from the BLUE lagoon and a few hundred itinerant yachts has set up Her father in a fait accompli regarding the leaked letter ‘ its perfectly ok for a gaggle of chums to blab about said letter , but when her own father claims misrepresentation he’s castigated on the world stage ……… vile women!!! I think LG will string her up by her pneumatic mammaries. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 7

ALLEGEDLY ANON, once upon a time , on a yacht in an ocean far far away’ as MM ANON said its opinions ‘ if you install face recognition and then fast forward after reconstruction surgery then you can make an inspirational assumption its nutmeg, after all we have a lot of missing years and information. It’s funny how the media are V. quiet?? but then they have their own dossier on the dubious provenance of the DOS. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.

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Oct. 8

ALLEGEDLY ANON, What’s with the coy 15 year old routine with nutmeg, this from a woman whose sucked more d*** than I’ve had popsicles , she’s got a past that would challenge Caligula, unless you’ve lived in a cave for the last 2 years everyone in the country knows what a POS this grifter is. Let’s hope the BRF gives her the big E. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct. 9

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Canada ‘ move to CANADA!!! What’s she going to do, go back to suits as a Parailegal? I don’t think she will go anywhere near the commonwealth. She hates the RF. She’s disliked and despised. She’s at home more in Calipornia , return to the industry she knows best. This trash has alienated herself from everything she married into. Go home stay home. She’s a classless tramp. Allegedly speculation of course.

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Oct. 10

ALLEGEDLY ANON … kartrashian said “ nutmeg is changing the world ‘ Ummmm ‘ ok , how is that then , O’ I know, by lying about your father bankrolling you upbringing, abortions , having a child, yachting, escorting, tossing salads, golf girl , hockey girl , every ones girl, black and white movies, blue movies,THAT WEDDING ‘ THAT FAKENCY, THAT BIRTH, ARCHIFICIAL, SA. BABY, ……sue the MOS. good luck!!! Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON,SS PR writes her word salad, a vacuous, empty, meaningless diatribe that’s supposed to encourage the audience that are in the unfortunate position of having to listen. PR key words written to trigger an emotional response. ENVIRONMENTAL, FEMINIST, DRIVEN, INSPIRATIONAL, SOLUTIONS , POSITION ,SPIRITUALLY POSITIVE, CONCLUSIONS, I could go on all day with her babbling bull$h!t. We see through you nutmeg!!!! Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 12

ALLEGEDLY ANON, hey skippy ‘ is nutmeg on public appearance anytime soon ‘ I’m looking forward to her facing the British MOS readers …… and the fortuitous anticipation of being booed. Unless the pubic are unlikely gracious she’s going to get a hammering. One can only hope , she’s an obnoxious toss-pot who thinks her $h!t don’t stink. Treated the BRF with utter contempt. A return to porn awaits,allegedly, speculation of course. 💩💩💩💩💩

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October. 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HC’ 30.000 destroyed emails, never indicted …… Benghazi, and she’s got the gall to stick that yachting hooker on a pedestal!! Then slag off the BRF. YEAH RIGHT!!!! Thank goodness we have a REAL ROYAL COUPLE on an official visit with dignity and protocol at the fore- front. I’m a little pissed with colonial trash telling the British how to conduct their lives. F#@ck -em. Allegedly,speculation of course. 😤😤😤

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON , Hoping that nutmeg gets verbal distain from the British public today. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 can’t wait for anons to post.

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October. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The escort in green , himself looks so pleased to be in the company of a (what) ‘I don’t know? What’s wrong with you Harry???????????? … this is becoming beyond Kabuki. Harry plays the game for the sake of HMTQ ……… ok ‘ all roads lead to the So- Hoe. Thank god for W&K ……… a borrowed archificial on SA …… see the photos, allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON … 2/10 /19. BLIND ITEM #8

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8……OMG ‘ rhymes with Toss…… JOINTHEDOTS

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Oct. 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… BLIND ITEM #8 Oct 2nd. Read this and connect the dots. It’s not Ross ………rhymes with “late”(first name).

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Oct. 16

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Creech St Michael , has seen tinted Discovery’s heading towards the M5. In convoys. ( didn’t someone say she was hiding In Somerset. ) I’m sure there’s a nice soho sponsored hideaway deep in the rural sticks that she’s holed up in. Trouble is , there’s curiosity amongst the well heeled local pop. Allegedly, speculation of course. 👀👀 👀 👀 🕶 🕶 🕶

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Oct. 18

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “WHY DO THEY ALL HATE ME, IM AN HONEST DECEIVING BITCH, I HAVE AN ENGAGINGLY WARM SMILE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣. “ IM HAVING A HARD TIME HERE PEOPLE, I DEMAND A LITTLE SYMPATHY!!!! “Well sympathy comes in the dictionary darling, it’s betwee $h!t and Syphilis. 🤣🤣🤣🤣 O’ please post this skippy, 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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October. 19

ALLEGEDLY ANON, a focus group of 52 million British subjects would find that 78% dislike or have negative opinions about the colonial carpetbagger, 20% undecided and 2% don’t give a $h!t. Survey undertaken by the Sisters of Perpetual Retribution found that middle England and the upper classes have obnoxious contempt for the grifting bint while the working class seek the return of a happy go lucky Harry without the whining wife. All concluded that the BRF should get rid!! Speculation Allegedly.

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October. 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ She’s just existing “ !!!!!! WT(F) existence on a life funded by taxpayers supporting your multi million pound lifestyle ( one million on posh frocks) 4 million on frogcott, private helicopter , private jets , itinerant jollies to see Elton, breaks in £10.000 a night S of France villas weddings in Rome , a gruelling existence in a luxury lodge at soho estate in Somerset, RPO continually, nannies, cooks , shags on tap, ……… Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 21

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HMTQ and TBRF have collectively now ostracised the house of Sussex from their social calendar regarding functions and family events , the only contact will probably be official gatherings like Christmas and public appearance such as the Remembrance Day service which I doubt nutmeg will attend due to her being snubbed to another balcony last year. Harry has now gone public on his feud with William. Their socially screwd. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct 21

IN PRAISE OF SKIPPYS BLOG , this amazing forum is the most tolerant I’ve had the privilege to post on. Thank you dear skippy for posting comments that perhaps sometimes go against ones beliefs. My utmost respect and acceptance. ‘ Your servant and respectful comrade ,ALLEGEDLY ANON.

I can’t say thank you enough…..or tell you how appreciated you all are! Thank YOU!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oct 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON:- There comes the time when one runs out of superlatives, descriptives, whatever ‘ then you want to tell everyone what you think and a silent hand goes up and you say “ no!! I can’t call her that. Well ‘ fuck it!!!! I’m going to. She is , and has always been a “Manipulative Whore.” Whore ‘ in its most blatant sense. In future Just use the acronym MW. I’ll know what you mean. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, …… purple PURPLE!!! really REALLY!!! The colour of royalty, not a one bit tramp with allusions of grandeur and a sideline in self pity. One little tit-bit that crossed my mind, the use of pharmaceutical enhanced performance. This conduct induces paranoias, believe me I’v been in recovery for 35 years , it’s a hard habit to hide from , and I bet it’s prevalent, uppers, downers , twisters , benders. Mmmmmm’ interesting!! Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON … So !! She single handedly saved the monarchy ……… a yachting comforter who is a quid pro Quo whore saved a 1200 year institution from stagnation and decay. Some colonial carpetbagger with loose elastic grifted her a$$ into the BRF and manipulated a Prince who’s a founder member of the easily led club. EPIC !!!! and insults HMTQ last night by disgracing the colour purple.

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Oct 24

ALLEGEDLY ANON, After a year of PR disasters and faux pas nutmeg still doesn’t understand the secret of royal protocol success , simply put ,you “ quietly attract” rather than obnoxiously promote yourselves. W&K quietly grew into the hearts of The British psyche over a period of hard working years,three gorgeous children and a working royal marriage. Unlike the train wreck of this colonial whore dragged into England’s green and pleasant land. Allegedly, speculation of course. ( O’ Harry). 😔😔😢😢

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Oct 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So the bitch in Burgundy deciding to vacate her street corner and attend a kitchen meeting with a few collapsible tables and a portable screen. EPIC !!! got out of the electric Audi after a screaming row with himself and went all”power girl” in leather skirt no draws and plunging tits. WOW……… single handedly changing the monarchy 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So…… ‘ what next a black top with plunging tits ,a black leather jacket and leather slacks and Harry rides her in on the back of a Bonniville 120 to attend a “ save the children “ lunch at the Savoy Hotel , I can imagine her being intimately acquainted with the Oakley chapter……… word salad and tossed salad in equal quantities. ……… YEP!!! modernising the monarchy, that’s our nutmeg. 🏍🏍🏍🏍🤣🤣🤣

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Oct. 26

ALLEGEDLY ANON, …SS IS GOING TO TRY AND EMBARRASS HMTQ ON REMEMBRANCE DAY BY NEGOTIATING THE APPEARANCE OF THE HARKLES. EVEN IF NOT INVITED,THEY WILL JUST TURN UP. SHES DESPERATE TO SINGLE HANDEDLY MODERNISE THE MONARCHY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Oct 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, on reflection ‘ Skippy is right, I assume the old damaged wig will be in Calipornia during RD. Our Prince will be attending in his official capacity. Maybe K and C will be on the balcony with ST. GBHMTQAOGC

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Oct 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON ‘ it’s still an anathema to English subjects like myself who grew up remembering the The crowning of HMTQ IN 1952. at WA. That now you have an appendage yachting escort who a few years ago slept with anyone who would give her a leg over her social mobility. Hockey players , chicken chefs , golf pros any suckem and fuckums that crossed her akimbos. It’s a sad time for Britain. Ashley Cole ‘ you dodged a bullet. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Oct 28

ALLEGEDLY ANON … Dear skippy, the audacity of this obnoxious creature,thinking she will be given the opportunity to speak,spout more of her vacuous word salad and send the audience into a premature coma. The royal family is in quite distain of her infantile manipulations effecting her blinkered husband. The colonial carpetbagger will soon return from whence she came to the rapturous delight of all Britain. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Oct 29

ALLEGEDLY ANON, the obnoxious colonial carpetbagger tells porkies!! Outrageous ,narcissistic ,self promotional, hang me out the window and beat me with the National Enquirer porkies !! Its endemic in her DNA , it’s like listening to cnn , she’s a psychopathic extolling conveyer of mendacious verbiage. I sincerely hope that this appendage that is constantly clawing at our once loved Prince retires to her origins … SOON. allegedly, speculation of course.

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Oct 30

ALLEGEDLY ANON ……… That letter had one , and only one project in mind ‘ via that carpetbaggers agenda!!! THE DESTRUCTION OF THE MONARCHY. That trashollop doesn’t want to modernise the monarchy ‘SHE WANTS TO DESTROY IT !!!!!!!!! Why do you think mostly LABOUR FEMALE MPs SIGNED IT. Duuuuuuuuur!!! Allegedly speculation of course

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Oct 31

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Since when did a colonial interloper and wife of a royal have the constitutional gall to write a letter of thanks to a sitting MP? Politics off limits!! The rumour mill is grinding away with innuendo and gossip stirring the “ royal sources” into a frenzy. I think there’s going to be quite a Sunday surprise imminent. The protocol illiteracy of nutmegs PR is embarrassing and sad ,where’s Henry 8th !! Allegedly speculation of course.

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Nov. 1

ALLEGEDLY ANON, are we supposed to be enthralled by this trash bag visiting a soho sponsored bakery with suspect hygiene. No hygiene gloves, no hand/ hair hygiene, the touching of the matted greasy wig the touching the cake, this video should be shown to the Westminster health inspectorate. No hair covering. There WORKING WITH FOOD PEOPLE ARE GOING TO EAT!!!! another PR pratfall.

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Nov. 1

ALLEGEDLY ANON,… some hacks have their tongue so far up nutmegs @rse that rational communication just becomes a sycophantic Dickensian “ ever so ‘umble, mam”. exercise in dickie licking. Such is the passion of their wanting to be associated with the great unwashed one. ( Fame by association )… example ‘ The Telegraph puff piece. I hope Harry is going to adhere to HM. script this weekend.

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Nov. 2

ALLEGEDLY ANON, ‘MORNING NUTMEG, “ I never wanted the media spotlight “🤣🤣🤣🤣, how’s all your contradictions going about media exposure? Media executives say you BEGGED them for exposure ( begging.?………thats another word for it.) how’s our oracle on instant gratification this morning, all those trips on yachts must have had lots of moments of “ instant gratification” and let’s not forget SH and MA. …a tad wounded nutmeg? Allegedly, speculation of course 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤥🤥🤥🤥

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Nov. 2

ALLEGEDLY ANON,……… THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL INSULTING APPEARANCE SO FAR , MILLIONS GAVE THEIR LIVES FROM AMERICA,GREAT BRITAIN AND CANADA IN BOTH WORLD WARS. …… ‘ this disrespectful tramp turned up to be recorded on film without the world wide symbol of respect for the fallen ‘ the Poppy. HMTQ must have duly noted. social ineptitude on purpose. The final insulting straw.

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Nov 3

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Ostracised, financially bereft, ignored and despised. An outed grifter gone rogue. This notary of Babylonian reputation and suspect sexual indulgences will allegedly grace one of the hallowed balconies of Whitehall on Remembrance Sunday. She will contaminate the great and the good patrons of the monarchy of the British public. Please feel free to booooooooo !!

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Nov 4

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WAS NUTMEG SCARED TO APPEAR?? This question is at the top of everyone’s agenda after reports that the colonial carpetbagger has fled her unoccupied cottage in Windsor and jumped on a private jet to LAX. The no.1 priority of slutchess disaster is to avoid being verbally castigated by the public at the RAH Saturday night tribute remembrance service. Also it saves her isolating appearance on The hallowed balcony the next day. A joyous departure for Brits. 👋👋👋👋👋👋👋👋

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, RE-REMEMBRANCE FIELDS. Expect nutmeg to push ahead of H. Expect it to wear a rainbow poppy, expect her to look for the cameras, expect her stupid rictus grin, as Skippy comments,expect the unexpected. The public once again are dismayed that Camilla will accompany the colonial carpetbagger on this memorable occasion honouring the fallen. I thought it was illegal to drop trash in the hallowed fields. Expect a complete lack of protocol. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, Dear Skippy The British public are a reserved but unforgiving lot when one tries deception which nutmeg has indulged in. Sooo , if the slutchess and himself appeared together without a minder they would be open to verbal ridicule …… enter stage left Camilla ‘ decorum and protocol would stifle any and all booing from the public,even though they would probably love a good Booo. We wait. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON, NUTMEG to have 2nd child in USA’ FFS, well there’s already a child around according to the Golf organiser where you were a caddy escort, O’ when did you have a child in the U.K.?you mean archificial?? The surrogate dump? Surrogates in the US are ten a penny in Calipornia so a 43 year old grifting yachter won’t have a problem giving “birth” there. You can pay a Surrogate out of the 5mill. Docudrama you’re making in LA. ALLEGEDLY, SPECULATION OF COURSE.

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Nov 6

ALLEGEDLY ANON … THE ROYAL PREROGATIVE. HMTQ. is the head of our 1200 year Monarchy. There was a time in antiquity when only the head of the monarchy could wear the colour PURPLE!! This is so relevant to today’s protocol and practice. Sooooo !! let’s not dilute this ageless and respectful practice. “ are you listening slutchess!! “ ONLY HMTQ …… OK’ good!! now carry on doing what you do best at Soho ho ho ho. Allegedly ,speculation of course

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Nov 7

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Alleged conversation between nutmeg and MA “yeah’ $h!t, tell me about it, stroking his bald f**** head, pretending to be having the best orgasm, haven’t had a decent screw since Madrid. When I come over we’ll hook with George in Malibu, get rat-@ssed , make a weekend of it, NO!! don’t call me, there f*** monitoring my phone, OK sweetie , can’t wait, bye”……… “ yes LG the conversation was recorded by one of our team in the RPO.” … “OK Tony , file under “Your Fu****d.”🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON …… remarks about nutmegs upper lip, all I can surmise is herpes , an old affliction resurfaced. God knows, knowing what we know about her colourful history it wouldn’t surprise me that any number of maladies would have infected her, escorting ,Yachting, So-hoing, auditioning, golf-caddying, friends of porn-stars, hockey players,……… social diseases are an occupational hazard. Allegedly, speculation of course 😷😷😷😷😷

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ you wanted to see me Gran, “ Yes Harry, about you both slipping into the royal box , protocol depicts placement Harry!! You both sit at the back for a reason, she’s not a royal, and Harry’ her dress was inappropriate for the occasion, one exposes ones cleavage on reality shows , not honouring the fallen. Now pop off to America and try to be a Little understated, remind your wife to return those earrings. They belonged to Queen Mary, remember Harry, discretion not obsession.

And here is why I don’t believe you. Harry is NOT leaving, I hardly doubt HM would be so calm…..and second…MM NEVER borrowed any jewelry from HM! That is fake! Those earrings were cheap…..only HM wears Queen Mary’s pearl earrings….MM has NEVER worn them…..this conversation NEVER happened! And another thing…….Harry would not have moved seats without permission…not that close to HM!

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON, ALL HAIL THE DOC. O dear sweet Kate, elegance personified!! On the balcony with HMTQ and Camilla, dressing as You always do , class and dignity. That Cossack style coat with matching (fascinator) or hat. The most photographed woman on the planet. This is protocol and the Royal Family in all its mystique. Long may it live Thank you dear Skippy for posting so many tributes to the mother of our most loved George,Charlotte and Louie. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🦄🦎🧸

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Nov 11

ALLEGEDLY ANON … IMAGES OF A DESPERATE ESCORT … of all the slutty images we have seen over the last two years( too many to mention) there are thousands that her PR destroyed that would compromise her position as a wife of a member of the royal family. Is this the dossier that the DM paid a million pounds for, and the intel. that LG has onmegatramp, that face of a thousand smirks says it all “ I’m untouchable”. Where have those lips been Harry??Ughhhh !! Allegedly , speculation of course.

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Nov 13

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Expect nutmeg to hook up with HRC during the next few days , mutual hugging and @ss kissing. Dorito will appear in a out of focus photo with Harry and nutmeg, a PR statement will announce another pivotal ploy that she will go to the states but may return to be at Sandringham for Christmas, or may not. All smoking mirror Kabuki for the tabloids to drool over and lay false trails. Actually nutmegs in the Caribbean soaking up the men. Allegedly. Speculation of course.

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Nov 13

ALLEGEDLY ANON, “ were going to LA , NOooooo were staying here!! O’ going to Sandringham then , Noooo, were gonna feed the ‘omless at shelter nr Windsor, feed them what , you know Turkey and stuffing,an Brussel sprouts an stuff!!! I’ll take archificial for the sympathy vote , look all humanitarian like’ Haz can f***off to see his gran and I’ll dump archificial on Dorito,then I’ll shlep off to So-Ho house for a quick shag with MA.… 🎼jingle bell,jingle bell,jingle bell c**k. 🎼 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, dear skippy, I know this great blog is not political but KAC just Blitzed ,Wolf Blitzer on CNN , EPIC!! …… The Queen is reported by the DE That she “drops in” on our dynamic duo because nutmeg needs “ cheering up”, and so she has a cuppa with the depression prone actress drawing on her years of experience to inject some positivity, yeah right!! 🤣🤣🤣 we all swallow that bull$h!t. Sunshine Sucks in disaster mode again!! HMTQ DROPS IN ON NUTMEG!! … WTF!!

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, She was pregnant? A shotgun marriage of unhappy people, a WTF wedding cake, a very hurried guest list, no pomp no carpet, only a narc would walk alone down the aisle alone with the knowledge you’ve got him by the b***. A very strange fakency, no record of actual birth date, FFS birth certificate, “ he’s changed over two weeks” , “ can we see his face.” WE ALL WITNESSED HER LIES, WE ALL SUSPECTED SOMETHING ODD. WE ALL KNEW. IF SHES HONEST , WHY THE AGGRESSIVE PR?? 🤔🤔🤔

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THIS VIDEO OF THE BUMP POPPING WHEN SHE STANDS UP. nutmeg looks very self conscious and embarrassed. ( build-up of air within the prosthetic and a rapid exhalation of compressed air. ) sounds like a “pop”. She compresses the prosthetic when she bends down and air is rapidly expelled as she stands up. POP!! Anyone still think she was REALLY pregnant??? Didn’t think so.

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Rebecca English , HRC visits nutmeg and archificial Hold up , hold up, didn’t I mention this earlier this week ……… the old hack has stolen my scoop !!!!! Can’t give out good information without it getting nicked by the DM and there desperate scribes. Remember …… YOU SAW IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!!!

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Nov 14

ALLEGEDLY ANON, So, Rebecca English writes today “EXCLUSIVE” HRC visits nutmeg, ON THE 13th , two days ago Allegedly anon writes , HRC WILL VISIT NUTMEG!! , all we can conclude is that RE gets her information on SKIPPY!!! like so many informants proclaiming scoops they see IT FIRST ON SKIPPY!!! And we all know nutmeg visits here. And HMTQ god bless her. Nutmeg reads the blog and then goes up to her bedroom and cries😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Nov 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, HRC was reported to visit nutmeg and archificial ……… but NOT APPEARING ON COURT CIRCULAR “ Sooooo BS !! It’s all a PR push with the tabloids trying to put some lipstick on this propaganda pig. Rebecca English trying for a try, whooooops , tabloid tosh. Where are your receipts , “ well actually I haven’t any” “ I just printed the gossip” sources darling, sources !! It’s suggested that you’re a good journalist, but that’s gossip, allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 15

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE DEADLY DIARIES, O, yes the Machiavellian manipulator has a diary, ( actually she’s on her third) an intimate record of conversations, events and observations that has “ affected” the “ I’m not OK” Woke scribe over the , leading up to, wedding and disasters afterwards. And don’t let us forget all the “ pillow-talk” she’s chronicled. She’s gathered more $h!t on the royal family over the past year that defies comprehension. speculation of course. Publication imminent allegedly.

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Nov 18

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WELL, here’s a thing, nutmegs coercion of Harry to skip Christmas with the family seems selfish and petty, both PP&HM in their nineties need the love and support of the royal extended family, nutmeg has a younger mother and plenty of years to indulge her self-centredness. She’s not helping the damage limitation by swanning off to Malibu in her poo hat. 💩💩💩… allegedly,speculation of course.

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Nov 19

ALLEGEDLY ANON, The “ court of public opinion” and “trail by media” is a popular hysterical pastime, the peeps need drama , what would we do without the constant daily shower of innuendo and hearsay, gossip and third hand “quotes” from the ever sensational “Tabloids”. Headlines are contagious, insidious deformation of character is the rule of day wether true or false. I’m guilty of jumping on the bandwagon of conjecture. BUT … I suggest we all wait and see. IUPG. allegedly speculation of course.

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Nov 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, BC logged 26 recorded trips on Epstein’s private jet. “ my friend Bill Clinton sat on that seat”,Epstein said to a pubescent jet traveller as she flew to an assignation with the paedophile Billionaire. MSM seems to have air brushed this out of the public conscience, while castigating PA , BC seems to have very powerful press Associations. S’pose nobody wants to be suicided. Allegedly, speculation of course 💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 20

ALLEGEDLY ANON, PA has fallen on his sword, for whom?? Wellllllllllllll! …… BC and his Arkansas cabal has all the tapes, the FBI , has tapes. but, BC has “THE” tapes. Allegedly there were over 15 cctv cameras in his NY mansion. Hypothetically these tapes would hold very incriminating evidence on most guests visiting the Machiavellian mansion. Teflon bubba has complete immunity from association with young girls to murder. Unfuckingtouchable!! Allegedly speculation of course. 💰💰💰💰👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

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Nov 21

ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg courted by Marvel Pictures, Sony, and Disney on arrival in LA. This opens to conjecture her ambitions while in negotiations with said production giants. Courting future ambitions for a return to her former occupation she is using her celebrity to get a foothold into Hollywood ?………… will PH follow??🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON … SO… Nutmeg takes down her Wikipedia post on being a “deal or no deal” hostess!!!! Trying to airbrush her dubious past. There’s an interview with a golf tournament organiser about hiring “deal or no deal girls” as “caddy’s”. She said nutmeg as married, and had a “KID” and was very popular girl with the golf pros. Mmmmm ‘ someone let the “KID” out of the bag. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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Nov 22

ALLEGEDLY ANON, I wonder if the cancellation of “ Breakfast in America “ has anything to do with the Epstein forthcoming revelations. Nutmegs been banging on about America’ America, for ages,suddenly it’s all off. I believe she has “history” with PA ( yachting) And with JE&GM procuring?? ( hidden years). She’s gone all incommunicado since PAs disaster interview. PA should suggest,turn up at Hamley’s with archificial buying Christmas presents. Allegedly,speculation of course.

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Nov 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE IS NUTMEG, not at frog cottage, she’s still smarting from being fobbed off with a “cottage” instead of a palace that she spends her time at itinerant different crash-pads in and around the Capital. Secrecy is paramount when protecting nutmeg and archificial, ………… but wait!!! Nobody has ever seen archificial, is he real???? Was he EVER REAL?? nobody knows,nobody cares anymore. Maybe Harry will shed light. Allegedly, speculation of course 🤫🤫🤫

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Nov 23

ALLEGEDLY ANON, with respect, the monarchy is a dignified elder statesman ruling with ageing concepts that haven’t changed for over 50 years. With it come the problems of cosseted contempt. There is redemption, W&K have the professional ability to change and add a new reality of “ we the people” to the monarchy as a young “Family”. Everywhere they go they trailblaze fresh and new examples of a monarchy for the 22nd century. LETS LET THEM!!

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Nov 24

ALLEGEDLY ANON , One thing my little birdies tell me that’s a consensus among the royal family and it’s this. Nutmegs atrocious taste in clothes. The colonial carpetbag has never sought advice from the younger well dressed royal women on he wardrobe, hence she remains the worst dressed offender in Windsor. And no amount of PR spin can correct that. So she’ll remain an assault on the visual senses for The distant future, poor us. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, POTUS /Melania will stay with the ambassador to the court of St. James and the siblings will probably stay in the same hotel as last year while in London, expect Ivanka to contact nutmeg. The banquet will be a very formal and stiff, Trump will give an address but drift off script, HMTQ will remind all of the importance of NATO. Kate will steal the show and William will endorse his king in waiting credentials. A cool evening. Allegedly, speculation of course.

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, Nutmeg is going to choreograph her Christmas card photo because she’s jealous of Kate’s talent in photography. The Green eyed monster is alive and flourishing at frog cott. or wherever she’s sleeping these days,expect a horrifying snap of ginge&cringe with archificial at a suitably obscure location. We wait with baited indifference. 🧣🧣🧣🧣

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Nov 25

ALLEGEDLY ANON, MM said she’s being pitted against the DOC. ………… Ehhhhh , Nutmeg ‘ QUEENS don’t compete with hoes. The Monarchy is the privilege of few , a hoe is a hoe is a hoe. …………… yacht sluts are ten a penny, no matter hoe they married. Allegedly, speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Nov 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, back in LA and attempted the most difficult of tasks, cooking a dinner? yep’ nutmeg has decided to roast the turkey. OMG, how will she cope ‘ frantic phone calls to Cory, are the roast potatoes crispy, do I put the pigs in a blanket on an hour before the turkey has finished? are The Brussels Firm or soft ? WHAT ABOUT THE GRAVY?? yes nutmeg it’s a nightmare, and your skills are only good in one domain. Not the kitchen!! Allegedly speculation of course. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🦃🦃🦃🦃

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Nov 27

ALLEGEDLY ANON, THE AGE ISSUE !!!! how old is nutmeg?? my sister is 53 and thanks to PGs wrinkle cream she looks 33. But nutmeg is “ supposedly is 38 but looks 48, her actual age is 43. Another fakency,yehhhh, good luck with that one ‘🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 wants to find another surrogate for a birth in LA. How does Harry live with this fantasising bint. , O yes ,that’s right ‘ he doesn’t !!! Hey nutmeg how’s the Turkey doing?i smell burning. 🦃🔥🔥…… Allegedly ,speculation of course.

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Nov 29

ALLEGEDLY ANON, we now have video footage of a brave member of the public tackling a terrorist with a s/vest strapped to him , the police pull him clear then shoot him. Sanity is restored, don’t fuck about, just shoot the POS. BRAVA MET POLICE. lot of isis returned from Syria recently and more released from jail. They have contaminated our once beautiful city , GSTQAOBC.

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, WHERE’S THE BABY ?? The most disturbing appearance was at the polo match when she wore the green tent. Nobody acknowledged her or the doll she carried around “RE-WATCH THE VIDEO” that was a seriously disturbed individual. ITS TIME THE PRESS RELEASES ALL THE EVIDENCE THEY HAVE IN CAMERA. How many of the public haven’t seen her barbecue ad? or the undressed maid. Better still , sex on the Jamaican balcony?? ALLEGEDLY SPECULATION OF COURSE. 🤣🤣🤣

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ALLEGEDLY ANON, DEAR SKIPPY, OUR PRIMARY PURPOSE IS THE CONVICTION OF THE COLONIAL CARPETBAGGER, I shan’t loose focus on this procedure, to expose her grifting, lies and entrapment of a Prince. The fakency, illusion of a birth, the doll months , the non appearance of Archificial, the “ soup kitchen “ thanksgiving lie, the ‘ I’m hiding in America,Canada, Calipornia lies. Actually she’s holding up with her minders in SOHOE. trying to arrange her next faux headline.

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So glad to have found a blog that writes for Siegfried! Could you do head cannons on how he would react to gudako proposing a friends with benefits kind of thing? Seems like it would be popular in the fate verse because of mana transfer and all that

I'm glad a fellow Siegfried fan has found me. :D I’m not super sure it would be popular; I think it would have to depend on the servant. They’re all products of their time; if ‘friends with benefits’ types of relationships were frowned on during their time, they may be uncomfortable with the idea. If virginity was important during their time (at least in the case of a female master), the servant may not want to take that from her or add to her number of partners (as they feel they might be taking something from her future husband). If monogamy was important during their time, the servant (if serving Chaldea’s master) might be unhappy having to share their significant other/master with other servants. If the servant is very religious, and having sex outside of marriage is viewed as a sin, they might not be interested in that kind of relationship. Still other servants may be uninterested in sex or and not see the appeal in that type of relationship or recognize they can’t handle that type of relationship (maybe because they’re insecure or are the type to get jealous easily). They may also have their reservations because of the way a past love played out or wish to remain faithful to a past lover. At the end of the day they’ll probably agree to a mana transfer if they need one, but they may not like the idea of having sex casually.

Spoilers for Siegfried’s third ascension and London singularity are ahead. This one’s a little NSFW, but I don’t go into super gross detail.

Unless you’ve been going around asking multiple servants about starting this type of relationship, Siegfried is going to be a little confused at first. That’s what you wanted? Where you sure? There were a bunch of other servants that would’ve been more excited and enthusiastic to have such a relationship. His confusion will intensify if he’s in his third ascension. Were you positive you wanted him? He looked more like a dragon than a human what with his horns, wings, and tail.

You can simply assure him that you’re sure.

Or, if you want, you can teasingly ask, “Well, it’s not like you have scales down there, right?” while glancing between his legs. A ghost of a blush appears on his face. He looks away as he replies, “I don’t have any scaly patches of skin yet, but I can’t guarantee that won’t change in the future.” You grin and respond, “Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Either way, Siegfried agrees, but doesn’t seem very excited about it.

One day, you invite him to your room. Before you start anything, you ask if he’s okay with this arrangement. You want to make sure since he seemed luke-warm about the whole thing. Plus, he seemed like the type of servant to agree even if it was something he didn’t want. Siegfried sits next to you and explains he understands the need for occasional mana transfers, but this seemed different. He’s never been in a relationship like this before, so he’s not sure how it will affect him.

If you ask about his prior relationships, he’ll tell you he had many one night stands when he was alive and single. He knew nothing of the women, and didn’t even bother asking if they were married; he didn’t see the point. Wouldn’t someone bold enough to flirt while married lie about their marital status? To be fair, he never propositioned others for sex; he only accepted offers. However, that was mostly because he wasn’t interested in taking someone unwilling. Siegfried understood he was a large, intimidating man and women might be afraid to say no. He was also honest and upfront about never seeing the women again so they weren’t caught off guard when they found him gone the next morning. Sometimes women offered themselves as a form of payment for his services, but he never accepted; he’d simply carry out the request as a favor. Other times, men would offer their daughters to pay him. Siegfried would only accept if he had the means to house them and their fathers seemed desperate to get rid of them. Worried they might be given or sold to someone with ill intent, he would welcome the girls into his home for as long as it took them to find husbands or other means to support themselves; they usually didn’t stay more than a year. Siegfried will also go on to talk about his wife. It turns out she proposed to him. He liked her well enough, so he set about helping her brother (who was also his friend) so he’d approve the marriage. Basically he had casual short term relationships and a serious long term relationship, but nothing in between like this (a casual long term relationship).

You suggest a trial run; try it for a few days or a week (depending on your sex drive) and if he’s unhappy, he doesn’t have to continue. Siegfried seems to like that proposal and agrees. He then asks about your preferences.

If you tell him what they are and explain whatever isn’t self-explanatory, he’ll remember and do those things for/to you.

If you tell him what they are, but are too shy to explain whatever isn’t self-explanatory, he’ll ask Merlin. Congratulations, you’ve made that horny wizard very happy. Getting to explain these things to Siegfried made his day.

If you’re too shy to say anything, there’s nothing to worry about. Siegfried is experienced enough to be able to read you. If your touches are soft and light, his will be equally gentle. If you come at him roughly and grip him tightly, he will respond with equal passion. However, Siegfried hopes you will be brave/comfortable enough to make requests if you want him to do something or do something a different way.

Siegfried won’t tell you the things he’s into because he’d rather focus his attention on satisfying you. He’s also kinda shy about it.

If you want him to tell you, you’ll have to use a command seal or two. Siegfried may avoid you for a bit afterwards, but rather than being angry, you’ll find his avoidance of you is out of embarrassment. He’ll forget it immediately if you make use of the information you forced out of him.

Alternatively, you can experiment to find out what he likes; he’ll try anything whether you ask him or just go for it. It won’t be as effective as the first option, but it will be more fun. You might even help him discover some new things he likes.

Siegfried will never approach you, and that’s mostly a habit carried over from when he was alive.

The location has to be either your bedroom or his; he’ll be uncomfortable if you pick some place that’s public or someone else’s private space. If you want to do it on the floor or up against the wall, that’s fine, but he’s not going to do it in the control room, even if nobody’s around. If, however, you are on a mission in a singularity, he will lead you away from the group so you two can have a little privacy. In this scenario, he’ll prefer to do the deed outside, which is really funny in London.

Jekyll: Where are you two going? You’ve just gotten back from patrol; you can’t be going out again already.

Siegfried: *when he realizes you’re not going to answer* We…um…have some other business to attend to…outside. *he looks away blushing*

Jekyll: *notices the blush and that Siegfried is holding your hand and blushes too; he catches on to what Siegfried means* Oh. Um. Well, it’s dangerous to do that outside with the poisonous gas and machines running around. *looks at his feet and shuffles shyly* I uh don’t use the attic very much. It might not be very comfortable, but it’s safer at least.

Siegfried puts a hand on Jekyll’s shoulder and nods a thank you before you drag him up to the attic. This turns out to be kind of a bad idea because Jekyll, Mordred, Frankenstein, and Anderson can hear every move you two make.

Anderson: *sighs in annoyance* Just when I’ve found time and inspiration to write, it gets ruined by all that noise. Oh well. I may as well take a break.

Frankenstein: Humm?

Mordred: Oh, you wanna know what the noise is?

Frankenstein: *nods*

Jekyll: *panicking* My house is haunted!

Mordred laughed so hard he fell off the couch. Frankenstein grabbed her giant mace ready to protect Jekyll’s house.

Mordred: *while trying to collect himself* I’m pretty sure the ghosts will keep to themselves; we don’t need to do anything.

Mordred will absolutely tease you and Siegfried after this.

You can take other lovers, but Siegfried won’t be very excited about it since he will have developed feelings for you; he won’t do anything though. He’ll only get a tad bit possessive if you have other servants with benefits and one leaves hickeys on you. Basically if one of your servants decides he’ll mark you in a place everyone will see so they’ll all know you belong to him, Siegfried will leave a hickey in a place more private where only that servant will see in order to prove him wrong.

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Pride and Prejudice - ‘Episode 2′ Review

“We each have an unsocial taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room.”

In which we meet Mr. Collins, Mr. Wickham, catch a brief glimpse of Lady Catherine DeBourgh and her daughter Anne, Elizabeth dances and receives her first marriage proposal.

From the start, Mr. Collins is shown to be ridiculous. Brilliantly conveyed by the letter first read by Mr. Bennet then in a voiceover by the man himself, Mr. Collins comes across as vain, pushy, oblivious and obsequious. If we have any lingering doubts about this man, they are put to rest during the first dinner with the family. Mr. Bennet eggs him on and Elizabeth cannot help but laugh at him.

Even worse, one can barely take him into society. He cannot play cards and he cannot dance. He manages to offend nearly everyone he speaks to and those he does not offend, he bores. His rudeness, however, comes to a head when he approaches Darcy at the ball. Darcy is taken aback and barely civil; Elizabeth is mortified.

In direct contrast to Mr. Collins, the dashing Mr. Wickham has joined the regiment and is introduced to the girls. Elizabeth is smitten as soon as she sees him. To make this stranger even more intriguing in her eyes, Darcy obviously hates him and rides away rather than greet him on the street.

As if that weren’t enough to spark her interest, Wickham confides in Elizabeth about his problems with Darcy in the past. This scene is extraordinary and is a wonderful clue about where Elizabeth’s head is at the moment. Not for one moment does she doubt what Wickham is telling her or wonder why he would be so open about his problems on such a short acquaintance. Jane, Caroline and Charlotte all try to reason with her, but Elizabeth is sure that Darcy is a cad and that Wickham has been wronged by the man. Even the fact that Wickham fails to turn up at the ball dissuades her from what she firmly believes is the truth.

Because Wickham is not at the ball, Elizabeth ends up dancing with Darcy and it is simply a joy to watch. Perfectly matched, their conversation is a true insight into these two characters. He is snarky, almost rude; she is goading him at every turn. Yet, they cannot help but keep going at each other. The dance is wonderfully filmed as there are frequent contrasting shots of Bingley and Jane who cannot stop smiling at each other.

It is difficult to understand how Jane and Elizabeth have managed to be as polite and well mannered as they are. The rest of their family are simply hopeless in social situations. Mrs. Bennet is loud and boasting about an event that is far from a sure thing; Mary is completely unaware of her social inadequacies and forces herself into the party at exactly the wrong moment; the younger girls are out of control. Mr. Bennet, although he does get Mary off the piano, manages to insult every other woman in the room. As one by one her family makes a fool of themselves, Elizabeth becomes more ashamed and withdrawn. By the end of the ball, she has placed herself back against a wall and she is almost hiding from the rest of the guests.

Poor Elizabeth’s trials are not over yet. The next morning, Mr. Collins proposes to her in one of the most ridiculous offers of marriage it is possible to make. He wants to marry because he believes that a clergyman should marry; that it will make him happy; and, that Lady Catherine has told him to. Because of the entail, it is not outside the realm of possibility that Mr. Collins would marry one of the girls. He picks the wrong one, however, and she turns him down flat. Completely self-absorbed and unaware, Mr. Collins believes that Elizabeth is just playing hard to get. She assures him that she is not.

The aftermath, however, is another example of the difference between her parents. Mrs. Bennet just wants her girls married; she doesn’t really mind to whom. To her, Elizabeth’s marrying Mr. Collins makes perfect sense. Elizabeth would be assured of a secure home but, even better, she would be the mistress of Longbourn one day. Mr. Bennet does not want his favorite married to such a man and supports Elizabeth’s decision wholeheartedly. The way he does so, however, shows just how much contempt he holds his wife in.

Elizabeth is certainly a young woman who knows her own mind. Infatuated with Wickham and not entirely oblivious to Darcy, she is not going to settle for a fool. She has been embarrassed enough by her family; she will not spend the rest of her life being embarrassed by her husband.

Historical Context:

-- What exactly is an entail and why is it so important? In English common law, an entail was the inheritance of an estate in real property (land). The current owner could not sell it during his lifetime or will it upon his death. When he died, the estate would pass automatically to the owner’s nearest male heir. The primary purpose of an entail was to ensure the line of succession as it excluded women and illegitimate sons.

When the owner fathered legitimate sons, this was not a problem and things carried on swimmingly. But, as in the case of the Bennet family in which there are no sons, Mr. Collins will inherit. He will, however, only inherit the land and the estate. Mr. Bennet is free to leave his money to whomever he wishes.

Herein lies the rub. Many estates, Mr. Bennet’s included, had very little money that was not a direct result of the estate itself, specifically in rents and farming fees. Upon Mr. Bennet’s death, Mr. Collins would be within his rights to throw Mrs. Bennet and the girls out of his house with whatever little money they could scrape together. It is not difficult to understand why Mrs. Bennet is so keen to get the girls married; in fact, it rather begs the question as to why Mr. Bennet is so sanguine about his daughters’ futures.

-- Mr. Wickham, Sr. was Mr. Darcy, Sr.’s steward. A steward was the chief servant of an estate, the second in command to the owner and responsible for the estate when the owner was away. A highly complex position, those who held it were often seen more as a friend than as a servant. Over time, the role changed so that the steward was responsible for the land while the butler was responsible for the house.

-- It is important to understand how important dancing was. At a time when a young woman and a young man were not allowed to spend any time alone together, while they danced was the only time they had to speak to each other without a chaperone listening to every word they said.

-- To a modern viewer, the shock that Mr. Collins generates by approaching Darcy without an introduction is difficult to understand. At the time, one simply did not approach a person to whom one had not been introduced. It was considered the height of bad manners and rudeness. Mr. Collins might (and it’s a big might) have gotten away with it if he were simply passing on a message from Darcy’s aunt. Instead, he is trying to make himself look important to the others at the ball and, as a result, is shut down by Darcy.

Bits & Pieces:

The score for this miniseries, composed by Carl Davis, has become indelibly a part of the cultural DNA. I’m sure for many of us, as soon as we hear those opening bars, we can place which show it comes from.

The basic plot of Pride and Prejudice has been used many, many times since its publication. It has been taken as a whole and it has been taken in parts. Consider a very recent story (Downton Abbey) in which the daughters are all meant to marry well because the father’s estate has been entailed to a distant cousin.

Whist is a card game not unlike bridge. In the early 19th century, it was hugely popular and played at almost any type of gathering.

Favorite Moments:

Elizabeth’s face as Darcy rides away from Wickham when they meet on the street.

Darcy watching through the window as Elizabeth arrives at the ball and his inability to take his eyes off her throughout the night.

The dogs howling while Mary is singing always makes me laugh out loud.

“An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day, you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins. And, I will never see you again if you do.”

Of course, the dance.

ChrisB is a freelance writer who spends more time than she ought in front of a television screen or with a book in her hand.

#Pride and Prejudice #Jane Austen #Elizabeth Bennet #Fitzwilliam Darcy #Pride and Prejudice Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews #something from the archive

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babaleshy · 5 years

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Time for me to rant. If anybody is morbidly curious about what it’s like to live with Trump supporter parents where one parent basically projects himself onto Trump, you can click the thingie. But the context of how this is different from other times I’ve bitched about my folks on my old account is we’re not starving for once. We actually have some money and are trying to get some shit together so we can take care of the urgent needs such as fucking house repairs and shit.

So... We live on a farm. I won’t say where, but right over the hill is a goddamn oil pad. My parents aren’t rich or anything from the oil rights, but I am reluctantly admitting that we are finally getting some money in to where we could repair our tub so we don’t have to risk blisters from pulling a DIY string to turn on the cold water through a ventilation duct because the faucet is fucked. We also got the train to our tub fixed so that way when we shower, we’re not standing in filthy-ass water that can’t drain properly no matter what we shove down the drain to fix it with. We had to replace the entire drainage system for both bathrooms. Yes. Both bathrooms. The second one is just a toilet and a sink but that sink had the same clog problem due to YEARS of rust build-up because there’s so much goddamn iron in our well water, which my dad states is “actually water coming in from a flooded mineshaft,” and at this point, it would not surprise me if he was right for once.

We also finally got new working vehicles we don’t have to keep taking in for repairs we can’t afford in hopes we can make it to the grocery store or in hopes my mom and my husband can make it to work. Still 2 vehicles, but they are much newer than what we had before (I’m not car-smart, so I couldn’t tell you what years they are or whatever).

My mom also finally paid off all of the credit card debt we were drowning in. This includes both of mine we were forced to use and max out and never make payments on because we couldn't afford to eat several times. That’s about $3k in the hole if you include late fees and interest on TWO credit cards under MY NAME. Because we didn’t have money on us so we could fucking eat.

We are hoping that soon we can get all of our teeth fixed. My husband and I have wisdom teeth in dire need of removal. All of his are rotten, one of mine is rotten but all four are crowding my teeth, all four of us have cavities in our teeth we’re doing our best to keep from getting worse. So the next logical step is teeth. I’m trying to apply for Medicaid but now apparently you’re required to do that over the phone, now and I need a day during the week where my husband has off so I can get some help with this phone call (long story, I just have trouble with phone calls). We also really hope we can find a dentist and oral surgeon NOT IN THIS AREA. A BIG REASON WHY HALF MY TEETH ARE FUCKED IS BECAUSE OF PURPOSEFULLY BOTCHED JOBS BY AN ASSHOLE DENTIST SO YOU’D KEEP GOING IN AND HAVING YOUR FILLINGS RE-DONE.

But hey! We’re doing financially better, now. Especially since my mom plans to give me birthday money this year, and my parents don’t seem to have a problem with paying (if necessary) to help me get tested for dyslexia.

With all of this good news, you’d think my dad would be just tickled, right?

Nope.

He bitches about spending money. He has a mole hill of money he sees as a mountain and he wants to sit on it and never spend it. He bitches anytime spending has to take place. At all. He parrots any and all things Trump promotes and shit. My dad wants to be Trump. My dad is racist, thinks Mexicans are invading America to take our jobs and rape our women and murder Americans (same with any non-white refugee from anywhere), he thinks the military doesn’t get enough support of any sort, with his excuse being “we need to make sure we can show the world we can destroy it at any time we want to so the rest of the world respects us.” Btw, he equates fear with respect. There is no debating him. I’ve tried.

My dad says if he is somehow convinced his xtian god isn’t real, then what’s the point in being a good person? He’d start killing everybody just because there would be no god to judge him. THIS IS THE SIGN OF A MENTALLY UNHEALTHY, UNSTABLE, UNSAFE INDIVIDUAL. Luckily, my dad is actually all talk 99.9% of the time. My dad is lazy, and even states that his ideal life is to sit in an apartment without ever having to move, and he’d have servants at his beck and call. He actually tried several times to convince my mom to move into an impoverished part of the south intentionally because “we would live like kings with the money we’ve got coming in right now.” He’s full of shit because it actually isn’t that much money. It’s just that we can stop starving. (For context, my mom wants to move north ever since her mom/my grandma died because her sister is all she has left and she lives up north, and since Kent State is up there, I’m fine with that.)

My dad wants to sit around and be lazy and absorb any and all conspiracy theories on YouTube that appeals to his fucked up worldviews on a device he claims to hate and wishes never existed. He also bitches about having to drive my husband around, who “should have gotten his permit and license by now” despite the fact that he finally got new glasses after 10+ years of not being able to afford to upgrade his prescription and needs to get used to his new vision. My dad is convinced that because he willed himself through his own problems that literally everyone else can do the same. My dad is the most self-centered adult outside of celebrity-hood I’ve ever seen. My husband has anxiety because being behind the wheel of a machine that could easily kill people freaks him out, and he’s not sure if he can see a counselor for managing his anxiety on a regular basis is going to be possible right now.

My dad thinks my husband works at a retail video game store to support his hobby and nothing else “because of all the damn games and statues he keeps buying” when my dad likes to ignore the fact that employee discounts, clearance sales, trade-in credits, and special deals exist.

My dad is a miserable old bastard, and because we’re in the same situation as him, he cannot stand how we enjoy ourselves to make the most of it. Misery loves company, and he can’t get past the fact that his life changed forever when he got hurt and permanently disabled at the steel mill back in ‘95. He has since then refused to accept what has happened to him, and would rather be a miserable piece of shit and take down anyone else nearby with him. Which could be why he bitches about having money he can spend, now.

And he does all of his venting at my husband. I know my dad is trying to goad my husband into saying or doing something stupid so my dad has a reason to either kick us out or be physically violent. My dad doesn’t like the fact that my husband isn’t a fucking idiot. My husband grew up with a family full of anger-filled assholes. He knows the ropes as much as I do. And the fact that my husband sticks up for me while I’m not around shows to my dad that my husband truly does love me, and wouldn’t only stick up for me while I’m around. He has called my dad on his shit quite a bit when I’m not around. My dad HATES that he can’t dangle the indirect message of “you’re all by yourself, no one else thinks you’re right” above my head. And ever since my husband started routinely calling my dad out on his shit, or defending me when my dad bitches about me over stupid shit, my dad has backed off me for the most part.

My dad wasn’t counting on me getting married to a good man. My dad previously equated good men with financial wealth. Turns out my dad was proven wrong, and he can’t stand it. That fucker is the whole reason why I have had so many self-image insecurities (and still do) and my dad can’t stand it that my husband isn’t joining him on mocking me. My husband tells him to fucking stop. My dad dares not do it in front of my mom, because she tells him to stop.

My parents aren’t in a very health marriage. There’s more footage of convincing evidence of Bigfoot than there are times my parents did something together because they love each other, and I’m not talking about anything expensive, either.

Mom sleeps on the couch because she told me she can’t stand his snoring. However, I remember my mom once telling me that my dad “doesn’t have an ‘off’ switch with his libido” so I’m guessing that’s another reason why.

Both of them sit in the same room on opposite sides of the room (mom on the couch, dad in the busted-ass armchair) on their devices (mom on her tablet and/or phone and dad on the computer that’s by/in front of his chair), only talking to each other about certain articles they read, and not much else. They’ll occasionally watch something on the TV together on Netflix or Hulu but that’s about it.

Mom wanted to live on a farm and raise horses ever since she was a little girl, and through manipulation and the excuse of 4-H projects through me and my brother, she finally got her wish. And my dad is against having any animals of any sort. All he does is bitch about them. He also bitches about how much country my mom listens to (and I can’t blame him there; my mom is the whole reason why country music is the bane of my fucking existence).

Aside from boinking to have 2 kids and mourning over the loss of one of them, my parents have very little in common. I have no idea how or why they got together other than my dad made my mom laugh and didn’t break her jaw like her ex-husband did, my dad had 3 exes and wanted to make the 4th one count, and my mom found out she was pregnant with me before dad proposed (I’m GUESSING knocking my mom up is what made them decide to marry, I dunno).

My mom has (VERY FEW) redeeming qualities, so I take advantage of her mama bear nature to ensure I’m safe under the same roof as my dad. I’m unintentionally appealing to her desire for a farmer-daughter by wanting to garden, though I made it very clear I will never be responsible for farm animals again. She also doesn’t mind the fact that she’ll never be a grandmother to human babies. I’m willing to bet it’s because she never wanted me and doesn’t blame me for not wanting kids of my own. She gets points for not being exactly like her own mother, but I could’ve used some meaningful and caring mother-daughter bonding instead of the distant I-see-you-as-a-burden-now-that-we-are-living-in-poverty treatment I got growing up.

I could point all of this out to my parents, and they would rather spend more time coming up with excuses or redirecting the blame instead of, you know, APOLOGIZING FIRST. And I say this because I have brushed on the topic before and they got SUPER defensive about it.

I was an accident, they got married probably so I wouldn’t be born out of wedlock and so their respective families wouldn’t look down upon them, they thought they had this and had a second kid, a year to two years later dad gets hurt at the mill and we’ve been impoverished ever since but because boys bring more promise of success than girls---especially girls who are different like I was and still am---my brother was automatically the favorite. And I was always screamed at.

Boy would I love to see a therapist instead of a one-hour visit with a counselor trying to figure out as much of why my brain is the way it is once a friggin’ week. Not blaming the counselor, because he’s awesome. But my counselor did say that he’s actually a bit surprised but glad I’ve figured out some way to live with this. It’s because I know how they act, how their minds work, how they would react if I said or did this or that. Having all of this free time and being alone with my thoughts because my husband works his ass off for pennies only for my dad to try and make him spend money on necessities instead of spending his own goddamn money has allowed me to think about and even analyze my own parents; how they act, why they act this way, why they’ve acted that way, etc.

I do consider myself lucky that they aren’t worse than this. My mom is actually much more understanding with me, now, and that’s probably because I’m the last child she has left. So I guess after living in a shit or unhappy marriage and working her ass off to raise two kids and then losing one, she tries to be the good xtian mother and be thankful for what she has now. It’s a guess, though. The whole thing could be a facade for all I fucking know.

Dad’s all talk, but because his tone is the same whether or not he makes his shitty, stupid jokes, or can’t keep certain thoughts to himself and feels the need to say them aloud (SUCH AS POINTING OUT I HAVE CLEAVAGE LIKE IT’S SOME “OMG WOW YOU HAVE BOOBIES NOW AFTER HIGH SCHOOL” IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE COMMUNITY COLLEGE IN MY EARLY TWENTIES THANKS DAD THAT WAS CREEPY WHAT THE FUCK), it’s hard to tell whether or not he’s serious about some of the shit he says.

He projects himself onto Trump because he wants to BE Trump. Trump says if Ivanka wasn’t his daughter, he’d date her. I wouldn’t be surprised (I’d still be creeped out) if my dad said something similar. And he has tried to talk about my appearance and how I could make money with it such as a pin-up cosplay calendar because apparently I “look so attractive” while at the same time he shames me for having “skin so pale my legs blind him from reflecting so much light while I wear shorts.” And when I call him out on it, he genuinely thinks he’s done no wrong. My dad is pretty much Trump Lite, and it’s creepy.

But I know the fucker. I can play at his fucked up game, too. All I gotta do is talk about periods or vaginas, because suddenly when his daughter talks about, you know, being a human, suddenly it’s just too much for him.

And he hates I can play this fuck-ass game with him.

And I’m glad he hates it.

Because it’s evident he will never see himself in the wrong. He never has, never does, never will. Because he’s got one excuse or answer after another, and when he runs out, it’s time to drop the conversation before he gets pissed and ruins the night for everybody.

So I’m glad I’m good at playing this game back at him and being damn good at it. That’s what he gets for being a piece of shit.

#personal #rant #yep it's long #created a new account and crawled back to this site just so I could do this

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suddenlysingle23 · 6 years

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Taken from my facebook on 1/17/19

I haven’t shared my feelings here for a while. But, someone recently asked me why. The reason was stupid. I didn’t want to offend anyone. With the truth of my feelings. And that’s just dumb. This isn’t going to be the most eloquent of updates, but it’s how I’m feeling.... and my healing has been feeling stuck...so maybe it’s time to write again.

Sometimes it is still really hard. Some days are super great. Bittersweet was my word for my life but as of late surreal is becoming my word. I ran into a fellow suicide widow today at work. She’s further along in her journey and she **got the word surreal - she understood me.

Most people don’t understand the complexities that exist when your spouse kills themself unless they are living that reality as well. If you have kids or not it doesn’t matter. (I’ll get to them in a moment.) Being the significant other of someone that killed themself brings along with it a whole host of people that like to pass judgement upon you. I mean, what kind of partner is so bad their other half chooses death over life, right? “How could he do that to you?” “Didn’t he love you?” “Aren’t you better off without someone that unstable?” “If you were my spouse I’d have killed myself too.”

Remember, I haven’t shared because I don’t want to offend with my truth.

But, I’ve met others walking this suicide widow path- and the similarities are striking. (Please note, I use widow if you’re married or not. Any long term relationship that ends suddenly in this manner creates a widowed heart.) So, maybe this will encourage them, or anyone, to speak out against ridiculous statements and judgements others make.

I have an online support group for women that have lost their partner to suicide- if you’d like the link please let me know. It’s called Suddenly Single. Because that’s what happened. This life you thought you were working toward - WHATEVER that looked like for the two of you- is suddenly ripped away without warning.

I’m at almost 4 months since B made his decision to end his life. There are a few that give the impression I should be “over it”. There are those few that give the impression my pain should still be as raw as the night it happened. Most are somewhere in the middle- as am I. And that shifts from day to day.

I’m still fighting paperwork battles. They are manageable though. I have people to remind me to take it one step at a time... and to use my voice as needed when needed. I still get shocking surprises out of nowhere that feel like a sucker punch out of nowhere. I knew his life insurance wouldn’t pay for a myriad of reasons. I had to file the claim anyway for a myriad of reasons. The official letter to deny the claim came and I expected that to happen. I didn’t expect the graphic details the claim included. I didn’t expect them to copy and paste the wording from the death certificate. I don’t know if all death certificates are so .... specific. But his was. His was literally “knock me to the ground” the first time I read it mere days after his funeral service. And then I read it again. And again. And again. And again. Until the words became just words that wouldn’t have so much power over me. It was then I noticed his middle name was wrong on the document. I called to speak to someone about getting it fixed. BUT that portion is a “non-correctable” portion. And they told me it didn’t really matter. I am still not entirely sure how one’s middle name can be wrong on their death certificate and it doesn’t matter. I started laughing and couldn’t stop. She probably thought I was insane. But, she’s right, you know. It doesn’t matter. The lives of those left behind are still turned upside down no matter what middle name is on that piece of paper.

I struggle with God sometimes. Oh, I don’t doubt God. I know Jesus loves me fiercely. I struggle with the things people say to make you feel better. Stuff like it was God’s plan (nope - not at all- he detoured way off of God’s plan). Or, God needed an angel (nope- God made plenty of them already). Or, at least you know God welcomed his faithful servant home at the end of the good fight and he finished his race and told him how well he did and every combo of scripture verse you can smush together (nope- he didn’t finish his race- he ended it part way through. He did terrible) I don’t doubt Heaven. I don’t doubt Jesus. I don’t doubt the pain is gone. From him. But the pain has been pushed onto everyone else.

I break when my kids hurt. Watching them get knocked into by a wave of grief hurts so badly. I’d do anything to take that pain away. I can’t imagine being the reason they are in so much pain. K wants to know why if Heaven is such a great place - what is the point of life. He’s a kid and his whole faith journey is upside down. He has questions that are hard to answer. I am hoping the professional he will be seeing will help him process his anger. He struggles with being so mad at his dad and he doesn’t want to share that with me sometimes. C asked me if I’d join match dot com because he doesn’t want to go his whole life “without someone else that’s a grown up living in the house”. I told him no. He reasoned with me that he promised he knew they wouldn’t be his daddy, but they’d probably be really nice and I’d have someone to hold my hand again. We hugged and he cried and I told him not to worry about me. So, that’s what is left behind. Pain. Sadness. Hurting. Questions. I’m not sure when that all goes away. Especially for them.

BUT I know it will get easier to manage those emotions.

I look back at the raw feelings that happened in the immediate. And realize we aren’t so raw right now. There are scabs protecting the wounds. The bruises are fading. You can tell it will scar and always be there... but it’s more healed than before. That’s the miracle I think.

PS- to the person that said if I was their spouse they’d have killed themself too- FUCK YOU.

#suicide prevention #suicide widow #suicideawareness #surviving suicide #break the stigma #choose to heal #mental health #leaving children behind #break the silence #your truth matters

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knightthunderis · 4 years

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Chapter 13 Hidden Masquerade

“It is nice to see you too Erin Llewellyn.” Reimeiko smirked. “Does your family know that you are here in Taboria in a five star palace serving your highest rated dishes? I am with Derrick here and we were just passing through to catch the first dance.”

“Oh Ja--uh Reimeiko, you are with Derrick?” Erin asked. “Carry on then just make sure that rogue keeps his hands off of my fig and olive tapenade?”

“Tapen what?” Derrick asked. “Uh that is not going to be a problem for me to do.” Just then, a servant carrying a large silver platter rushed out from the preparation station without looking but Reimeiko spotted a slick spot of water just in front of her.

“Hey look out!” Reimeiko shouted. The young server slipped but using her incredible speed, Reimeiko caught the server by the arm with one hand and steadied the tray with the other. She saw the name on her tag was Serah.

“Whoa, thank you.” Serah said. “You seriously saved my life. You are the first noble I have seen to ever step in to help a servant. How did you do that so fast? You were amazing.”

“Let us just say I have averted my share of waitressing disasters before.” Reimeiko replied. “It looks like you got a little something on your uniform. Here,let me help you.” She moved to the sink and moistened a clean rag with water, then sprinkled it with a dash of salt. Using a circular motion, she quickly removed the stain from her uniform.

“Wow, it is as good as new, thank you.” Serah gushed. She took the tray and scurried quickly away from the kitchen and back to the ballroom.

“It looks like the sink splashed some water on you and your dress.” Derrick teased. “And I did not expect you to come to that servant’s rescue the way that you did.”

“The water will dry in a minute and no one will even know that it has been there.” Reimeiko said. “And as far as the servant goes, it was just a little stain, it was no big deal.”

“If that servant had nearly bumped into anyone else in that ballroom,” Derrick said. “She would have been getting yelled at or fired or even both. Most likely both. Most of the so-called people out there care more about their fancy clothes and social standing than the actual people out there serving them.”

“Well I do not share that mindset.” Reimeiko snarled. “Without the people who serve them, those air-headed nobles would have to fend for themselves. And other than the obvious, you are not even dressed for a masquerade.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Derrick demanded. “I do not usually go in for these sorts of things. I know I do not have to be. But it is not about me, it is about Karyson.”

“So you are looking out for him, that is super sweet.” she said. “It was just as I thought. You are not as tough of a nut to crack after all.”

“There is no need to get all whatever it is about it.” he said. “Now come on, let us get you the dance I promised you.” Reimeiko followed Derrick to a small servants entrance at the back of the kitchen and looked through the small window out into the ballroom behind Karyson and King Cecil. “Step right through here and you will skip the whole line of girls hoping to dance with Karyson. He always would have chosen you for this if given the chance, and now he will have one.”

“Before I go, answer me something.” she said. “Why are you helping me, I mean really? Half the time you are telling me I do not belong here and that I will not last and now this.”

“Maybe half the time I am hoping that I am wrong.” Derrick said. He gave her a half smile before the door closed between them. She walked confidently over to where Karyson was standing.

“Well hello, you will have to forgive me, but I do not think we have met before now.” Karyson said. “I know of all of the women who are here for me, but you my lady have me at a disadvantage.”

“We have actually met twice before.” Reimeiko replied. “It has not even been twenty-four hours since we saw each other and the meeting before was with the beautiful Lady Liberty.”

“Now you truly have me at a disadvantage.” he said. “Your presence is baffling to me. I cannot stop my mind from racing. Is she a high ranking aristocrat from a distant country? Or a wealthy woman of the world? So who are you? What brings you here?”

“You brought me here, Kary.” Reimeiko replied. “And you will be even more surprised when you finally figure out the truth. No guesses yet? Even with the mention of Lady Liberty?”

Karyson stared at her hard for a moment meeting her eyes and his finally widening in recognition. “Reimeiko? Oh of course. I thought I would never see you again. So we do meet again.” The music began and grew louder. Around the room couples began to pair up and take to the dance floor. “It seems that you are just in time tonight, the first dance is beginning. Would you do me the honor?” He held out his hand to her.

“I would love to.” she replied,taking his offered hand. He swept her into his arms and onto the dancefloor where the ladies of court looked on with surprise and jealousy. Behind them, she saw Malachi pump his fist in the air excitedly. “For you, I would not have missed this.”

“I am glad that you made it to the ball.” Karyson said. “After last night I was tempted to believe that seeing you was just a dream, but here you are in the flesh.” As the music shifted, Karyson gracefully spun Reimeiko out of his embrace. Using his hand for support, she dipped back elegantly only to return to form and twirl back into his arms effortlessly. Quiet gasps escape from the others across the ballroom. Karyson gracefully drew her against him once again. Without warning, her lightning strike hit, warning her of danger and the feeling that someone very sinister was watching her, quietly plotting against her and her family. She looked around, looking for the source of foreboding, but did not see anyone paying too close of attention. But she still could not shake the uneasiness she felt as she and Karyson danced. Sure enough, hidden in the shadows, two figures stood somewhat hidden from sight. One wearing a sweater vest, tie and blazer, the other wearing a dark turtleneck and blazer.

“What are you doing here?” SweaterVest hissed. “There is no way we will be able to take the kingdom if our plan is discovered too soon. And you are looking highly suspicious.”

“You are a fine one to talk.” TurtleNeck sneered. “If Cecil discovers that you are alive and still working to take the throne, he would have you decapitated before you knew what had hit you and I would be taken down with you because I would be considered an accessory after the fact. Not to mention the fact that you are putting my daughter in the line of fire. She gets to be Queen and you are planning to rip it, Garyson, and the kingdom away from her just so you can be king.”

“Have you forgotten that you are in this as deep as me,” SweaterVest implied. “Moreso infact since it was you that poisoned and killed Queen Coradae. If they ever find that goblet, which they have not yet, you are the one who gifted the goblet to Coradae in the first place so your fingerprints are all over it. So if this comes down to any kind of case, you would be the one tried, convicted, and sentenced with her death not me. You would be the one who would either end up with life in prison or the death penalty which you know is still in affect here.”

“I could come completely clean with Cecil about my part in it as well as helping them put you out of commission without so much as a second thought.” TurtleNeck declared “I could cut a deal and beg for mercy. Besides, you purchased the poison and the goblet,you put the poison in the goblet and you said both she and Cecil would drink from it. It was supposed to take out two birds with one stone you said, but it did not.”

“No, you are right, it did not work out entirely as I planned.” SweaterVest said. “But after that last meeting at my house, I was going to call on the Great Houses to cast a vote of no confidence, not only in Cecil’s ability to rule, but also his ability to raise his sons. I thought I would have had you along with to vote for me, but no, you ran off back to England to hide like the coward you are.”

“Well I will do whatever it takes to keep from going down with you, even if it means as those nasty Americans say throwing you under the bus or throwing you to the wolves.” TurtleNeck sneered. “I am not risking what remains of my holdings and life to back you up anymore. You nearly got us caught when you recruited those barbaric Loreans. Now leave me alone.”

“I will forewarn you ahead of time.” SweaterVest sneered. “If you so much as breathe one word about me, I will have you and your family raked over the coals for breakfast. I have enough evidence to ruin you and destroy your family in the process.”

“You do not scare me.” TurtleNeck seethed. “I come from the largest crime family in the world. One word from me and my brother will have every one of his guards all over you like a cheap suit.”

“You brother and his associates were caught and arrested in their dive bar in the United States by the combined efforts of Knight Thunder, her Knights, and the I.C.E.” SweaterVest cackled. “Now you will do what I say or you will join them. And if you ever go against me again, forget the cell, I will put you ten feet under.”

TurtleNeck watched as SweaterVest walked away with his head held high for having got the upper hand. Smugly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a mini tape recorder and pressed the stop button.

“As always you underestimate me old friend.” TurtleNeck said. “I always have several aces up my sleeves when dealing with people like you.” Seething, he turned his attention back to watch the Prince and the young stranger being sponsored by the Blanchards. Something about her seemed familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before, but he could not put his finger on it. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. “You know who this is Lasider, and I have got a job for you and your particular talents.”

“I will do what I can and as always you will get my prompt well done service.” Lasider replied. “Who is it that you want me to torture and kill Your Grace?”

“No, not torture and kill- well at least not yet.” TurtleNeck said. “I need you to do some character digging on someone and I will pay you twice your usual fee for it.”

“It sounds very interesting as well as very high profile considering the seriousness of the tone in your voice.” Lasider replied. “I am in, what or who is the target in question?”

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aldreaoakley · 7 years

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THE CHRISTMAS BLUEBIRD: DATE MASAMUNE

(For the life of me… I can’t remember the original author or the origins of this story. I read it before a few times and it stuck with me since. A poor boy meets a princess and they both save a baby bluebird. After saving it, the baby flew off. Years later a series of competitions is held in order to win the now young princess. The boy is now a young man and manages to get to the final round with a snobby prince. Their final challenge: make a dress for the princess to wear on their wedding day. The prince went overboard and haphazardly on making his dress while the young man receives the best assistant ever. The little bluebird he and the princess saved when they were children. The little bird got little bits of thread and clipped them with its beak while the young man sews a beautiful aurora fabric and provides his little friend crumbs when they ate. The end result: the young man won the competition. On the day of their wedding, the little bluebird is there as a valued attendee.)

Botenmaru darts around the snowy grounds of Aoba castle village with his haori flapping around him, caretaker and vassal Kojuro chasing him needlessly. Not caring that his eyepatch is long gone or his scar is showing, all that matters the most the feel of the snow under his yuki-geta. Then a sudden movement catches his eye. It was a common girl with her hands cupping something. As he wonders closer to see, he watches as her head flicks up with a worried expression. “‘ey! I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he sulks. “Um… would… would you have anything warm,” he hears her mumble. Botenmaru shrugs until he looks at what’s in her hands. There feeding from crumbs off her is a baby barn swallow. Then he realizes something. The baby swallow has to at least be old enough to fly but is too weak. Pulling his hand-towel out, he uses it to carefully cover the baby. Soon happy warbles sing from it, causing both himself and the girl to smile. It wasn’t long before the baby hops out from under its impromptu cover and attempts to fly. Botenmaru and the girl work to encourage together it until it was soaring. As he shares another smile with her, a sharp tone cuts through their moment. “Botenmaru-sama,“ cuts Kojuro’s voice. Botenmaru watches as the smile from the girl’s face vanish. To him, it was like watching the sun fading behind the clouds. Darn it! He really should’ve convince his father and Kosai that he is fine without Kojuro watching him. “You can have this back Botenmaru-dono,” she sighs. He notices that she’s holding his hand towel back to him. Before he can refuse it, she bows politely then flees. As he watches her snow cape flutter behind her like a banner, Masamune realizes that he did not ask for her name. “Botenmaru-sama,” he hears Kojuro scold him. “What on earth are you thinking? Running off like that and loosing your eyepatch. Kosai won’t be easy on you for this and neither will your father.” “But I was helping that girl in taking care of that barn swallow,” Botenmaru pouts in return. “Dad taught me that I should protect all citizens.” “Not at the risk of your own safety. Come along,” Kojuro frowns while tying a new dry eyepatch over his eye. “You still have lessons.” With a soft sigh, Botenmaru trudges along beside his caretaker. “Can… can you play your flute,” he asks. “After lessons,” comes the promise. ~*~ Nine autumns later, Masamune wonders about the village looking at some of the market stalls. He has enough of being cooped up inside Aoba castle all day and, with permission from Kojuro, he decides to get some ingredients. Sure the castle gets the best ingredients but he didn’t want to waste food for the servants and vassals while experimenting with dishes. He also realizes that the fresher the ingredients, the be- “That’s enough!” Masamune turns to see a familiar looking young woman staring down a vendor. He walks over to see that she is in front of a few children holding what appears to be turnips. “Those little rats shouldn’t take what isn’t their’s,” the man spits. “And those are for Aoba castle!” “You shouldn’t be that rude because harvest hasn’t been fair for us either,” she fires back. That was enough for Masamune. He takes a step forward, gravel and snow crunching underfoot. The woman and vendor turn to him and it wasn’t long before the later pointed an accusatory finger. Masamune glares and the argument dies off. The former however gives him a polite bow in greeting. “Masamune-dono,” she speaks. “The recent harvest wasn’t enough to support some of the families and these kids are trying to help their mother and baby siblings.” As the vendor apologizes then rants about their inexcusable behaviors, Masamune pulls his purse out. “Just shut up and take this. It should be enough to cover what they took,” he voices while slapping some coins into the man’s forces open hand. “As for you,” he turns to the still cowering children, “where are your families?” “Onee-sama,” one of the little boys pipe up. Masamune glances at the young woman that the boy called “onee-sama”. Her expressions morph for a few seconds as she glances down at him. “What are we to do? Okaa-sama will be scared,” he continues. That’s when Masamune notices that they are all clad in thinned kimonos faded with wear and frayed from labor. Then he looks around and sees that most of the villagers near them are in similar conditions. He’ll have to get Shigezane to investigate while he takes care of this immediate problem. “Masamune-dono, if it isn’t much trouble, would you please come with us,” he hears the woman speak. He moves his head to see that she is bowing to ask for permission. The children are all mimicking her. The desperation in her tone just… “C’mon then,” he laughs. Mixes of “Huh?!” and “Eh!?” come from them. “What? You all are starving so might as well,” he explains as he grabs he young woman’s wrist and starts walking off. But the children all laugh and work with the young woman, whom he now knows is ___, on getting to the small area of farm houses. As they walk, Masamune observes it all with his left eye. Dilapidated buildings and withered crop stumps litters the place with whatever can be used to keep the cold out stuffing cracks and boarding the outside. Actually, he’s going to have to do this himself. Because if he leaves it to Shigezane, who knows how long fixing this mess will take and Masamune isn’t patient enough to wait until spring to find out. ~*~ It’s been ten winters since Masamune saw the baby barn swallow and ___ on that winter day and right now he’s bored out of his wits! Both his parents had this idea to hold a series of competitions for him to find the best wife in all of Oshu. While it is a waste of time to him in general, Masamune has to admit that watching these have been more amusing. The competitions regarding wisdom and skill captures his attention but the last one is more of confusing if anything. “Winners,” the official cries out and gestures towards where ___ is with another noble lady, Junko. Masamune glances at the array of origami that they created. All with clear creases and perfect folds. The rest, even to his own eye, falls horridly short of matching. “The final competition is,” announces his mother, Yoshihime, “cooking the main dish for the wedding banquet.” Did he hear that right?! Cooking for their banquet?! He glances at his father, Terumune, for help. A gesture from the older Date tells him to wait. A while after Masamune learns from his mother that a person’s feelings can often come from their efforts whether it’s sewing or cooking. Now that he thinks about it, Masamune realizes that some of the sewings he saw comes from either half-hearted or effortless women but the ones who got this far had to be something. “Nii-sama,” calls a voice. He turns to see his younger brother, Kojiro, running up to him. Smiling, he embraces his bolting sibling with a loud laugh. After a few seconds of laughter, Masamune notices Kojiro’s curious expression. “Nii-sama, when will I meet onee-sama,” he wonders. “It better be soon because I’m getting bored of this,” Masamune grumbles. “Me too. These events are taking way too long,” Kojiro agrees. “And it’s not fair that the main dish has to be done by tomorrow morning…” Masamune hugs Kojiro close with a sigh. Even he knows that a dish worthy of an important event can’t be done in such a short amount of time. ~*~ Masamune does everything he can to not gag at the sight of Junko’s dish. If it can be called a dish, it was nothing more than a haphazard mess of disaster. Vegetables in chunks the size of a tānto hilt with spices thrown on as large piles unevenly decorating it. The worst is that it was not only an eyesore but also gives off the wrong vibe for celebratory. Even when he sneaks a few peeks the night before, he gets nothing but bad feelings watching her work. He didn’t even bother to lift his chopsticks for it. Then he turns to ___’s and he wonders how she’d done it in one night. The aroma permeates the air and senses while presenting a beautiful masterpiece. A healthy mix of meat and vegetables greet his eyes. The proportions sit in near equal amounts with the star sitting in the center. Masamune marvels at the way how the presentation is done. Atop the vegetables and meat is a small bird made from snow cabbage and rice feathers with a beak made from daikon radish with nori paste eyes. He picks up his chopsticks. The flavors and aroma blends in his mouth so wonderfully that he cannot contain himself- “Winner,” he declares. “We did it tsubame-chan,” he sees her smile. “If only Botenmaru-sama can see you now…” While the last part was nearly inaudible, Masamune’s eye widens in surprise. It is the same swallow he’d helped as a boy! He had an inkling while spying on them but he had no idea! “Sorry I didn’t tell ya lass,” Masamune laughs.

EPILOGUE “AH! Ryurou! Slow down,” Tsukiryu calls out. “I’m not that fast!” “Too slow,” his older brother fires back. Masamune watches as the two boys run around the garden with a small sigh. While he may have raised them better than his parents have with him and Kojiro, he still has a hard time with taking care of them. He glances over at ___ worried. After the birth of Ryurou, faithful swallow friend nearby with Shogetsu at his side while the event happened, he cannot believe how lucky things worked out for her to even give birth to Tsukiryu. Now it’s happening again and he can’t help but feel powerless for the third time. A mix of whistles and birdcalls catches his attention and he sees Tsukiryu trying to teach Ryurou how to do it. He still recalls bits and pieces of ___’s shock after realizing that the boy Botenmaru is the overgrown child and cook extraordinary Masamune Date, the One-eyes Dragon of Oshu. But his is the fact that their little swallow friend recalls and remembers them both. “Masamune-sama,” a voice startles him. He turns to look at ___. “What is it koneko-chan,” he playfully smiles. “This isn’t time for that dumb nickname,” ___ whines. “I think that the baby wants out…” Masamune internally panics while carrying ___ to her chambers, his sons after him with Shogetsu and a few barn swallows. Thanks to Kojuro getting some midwives and maids to help, Masamune os beside himself. This is the third time he has to hear ___ screaming her lungs out. With his sons tugging on his kimono sleeves, Masamune sits in the hall with them, Kojuro, Shogetsu and their swallow friends. Hours pass by with the men occupying themselves, mostly Masamune doing what he can to be in the moment with his sons and their uncle. Then silence falls and Masamune bolts for the door, nearly nailing his face in the process. A few seconds worth pause precedes a loud wail of a healthy baby. The door slips open and Masamune bangs it open to race towards ___’s side. There… Masamune hugs ___ while watching his new daughter latching onto her mother’s warmth. He hears Ryurou and Tsukiryu tiptoe in then crowd around their new sister. “Welcome Tsubame,” Masamune listens to ___’s gentle whisper. “We are all here…”

A/N: Originally there is a bluebird in the story but after some digging… There aren’t any real bluebirds in Japan. I looked and found a barn swallow and the top feathers color was enough to compensate for it. Masamune’s childhood name is Botenmaru and name changing ceremonies happen when a child is deemed old enough to be mature enough. Also, farmers usually live far away from main castle towns and villages so the MC of the story won’t know what Botenmaru changed his name to. The koneko-chan is the literal word that means “kitten” and “babe” sounds way too out of time and place. I’ll admit that I took elements from SLBP, but had to do it. Especially that there isn’t much regarding Masamune’s younger brother Kojiro. And I know that Masamune was forced to shoot his father, Terumune, to death and his mother, Yoshihime, wasn’t the nicest mom to him as a kid but for the sake of the story had to make this fluffy as possible. Usually Asian wedding meals are done elaborately and to symbolize a good future for the couple but I’m no expert at Japanese weddings, especially the ones meant for nobles. But what better way for Masamune to judge than at his best skill? The swallow idea is what I know of some foods done in Chinese cooking to look like something. A lot of things that are in Japan are from China so I took the liberty of that and decided to create a food bird. @deathbyikemen’s father and pregnancy/birth headcanons gave the materials for the epilogue. I added the daughter in because Tsubame isn’t a man’s name. I also created the boy’s name while sticking with as much dragon or moon themes as I can. Ryurou means “dragon son” while Tsukiryu means “moon dragon”. Tsubame means “swallow” and not dragon or moon based but I did it to tie back to the beginning of the story. A girl with a baby swallow.

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Sogyal Rinpoche

TW: Accounts of sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, gaslighting.

Author of the bestselling The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, which has sold over 3 million copies and has been praised by John Cleese, Thom Yorke, and Michelle Yeoh. No mention of the below allegations, or his current work in the wake of his resignation from Rigpa, the organization he cofounded and led until 2017, appear on his website.

Accused by 8 of his former senior students of decades of physical, psychological and sexual abuse (Sydney Morning Herald) with supporting evidence that resulted in an independent investigation report. The report concluded, “Sogyal Lakar should not take part in any future event organised by Rigpa or otherwise have contact with its students.”

Physical Abuse

Allegations of punching and kicking students, “pulled hair, torn ears, as well as [hitting the 8 students] and others with various objects such as [his] back-scratcher, wooden hangers, phones, cups, and any other objects that happened to be close at hand. (Open letter dated July 14, 2017)

Gut-punched a Danish nun in front of an assembly of more than 1,000 students at Lerab Ling in France because his footstool wasn’t in the right position. Then refused to continue with the retreat as students questioned this action, speaking through an employee: “Sogyal, he said, was upset that people should be questioning his methods. If people didn’t understand what had actually happened, then they probably weren’t ready for the promised higher-level teachings, and Sogyal would not teach again during the retreat.” (SCMP)

In 2001, took on a woman named Drolma as his assistant. "The first time Sogyal hit her hard on the head with the backscratcher that he carries everywhere, Drolma says, she accepted it as part of his ‘wrathful’ training. ‘I thought, “Wow, he really trusts me.”’ It was the beginning of years of physical abuse and verbal humiliation. ‘If he became anxious about his mother, or over a relationship with a girlfriend or some financial thing, he would slap me across the face, or hit me over the head with his backscratcher.’” (ibid)

Abuse that “left monks, nuns, and lay students of yours with bloody injuries and permanent scars” (ibid)

Drolma in an interview with Good Weekend: “If anything went wrong and his anxiety got the better of him, he would take it out on me. One of those times he grabbed me by the ear and it was torn all the way along the back. There was blood pouring down my neck.” (Sydney Morning Herald)

Verbal and Emotional Abuse

“In December 2005, in a live streamed teachings from the unfinished temple, Sogyal Lakar said that Ian Maxwell, one of his oldest students, was “an asshole”, as Ian lay dying in the hospital in Paris. After Ian’s death Sogyal Lakar said that Ian, ‘died spitting up blood' because he had defied him in the past. Sogyal Lakar regularly used this incident, saying, ‘Do you want to end up dying spitting up blood like Ian for defying me?' as an example to other students when he threatened them with dire consequences if they did not obey his commands“ (Open letter dated July 14, 2017)

Sogyal Lakar told Graham Price that his beloved partner, Elena, got sick (and died a year later) because Graham had shouted at him. “In reality Graham didn’t even raise his voice.” (ibid)

Publicly humiliated a male attendant during a teaching session who had erred on travel plans. "Sogyal got him to kneel at the foot of the podium and then run backwards and forwards across the tent. I felt terribly uncomfortable but I also thought he was very fortunate to have such close attention from the teacher.” (SCMP)

Sexual Abuse

Within a year of the publication of The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying, groomed and sexually abused a woman named Dierdre Smith who attended one of his retreats after the death of her father. “For several months Dierdre put her everyday life on hold and travelled with Sogyal as his servant, sex partner and arm candy. She recounts how the smile on Sogyal’s face and the unctuous charm of his of his public presentation vanished the moment they were hidden from view: ‘There must have been about 10 women in his inner circle,’ she says, and it was our job to attend to his every need. We bathed him, dressed him, cooked for him, carried his suitcases, ironed his clothes and were available for sex. He was a tyrant. Nothing we did was ever good enough. He went into screaming rages and beat us. If I tried to question the way he treated us, he became angry. The only way to avoid this was to stay silent and submissive.’” (Behind the Thangkas)

In 1994, a $10 million civil lawsuit was filed against Sogyal Rinpoche and Rigpa by an anonymous plaintiff, who was given the name “Janice Doe” to protect her identity. The complaint alleged infliction of emotional distress, breach of fiduciary duty, and assault and battery. (The Telegraph)

In 1995, an anonymous female student told The Telegraph Magazine: "It's a relationship that you haven't chosen, agreed to or discussed. Because he was my spiritual teacher, I trusted that whatever he asked was in my best interests. You're chosen which makes you feel special. You want to help the teachings, you want to progress on the spiritual path. By sleeping with the teacher you get a closeness to him which everyone is hankering after. You want to be a 'good student.' It's a sort of submission. I saw it as part of the teachings about the illusory nature of experience and emotions. But in fact it caused me a lot of pain that I wasn't able to dissolve." (The Daily Telegraph Magazine)

Another female student spoke for the same article: “When, at length, Rinpoche made a sexual advance to her, she says that she felt 'confused'… Her understandings of the teachings, she says, did not help her resolve her confusion. But while her doubts grew, she did not feel 'justified' in expressing them to Sogyal.…'All of the older students, the people I went to for advice, told me repeatedly that I must "abandon my discriminating mind and use my wisdom mind" in dealing with Rinpoche,' she says. 'Every time I tried to do that I ended up doing what he wanted and feeling bad about it later." (ibid)

“The distress felt by students who have had sexual relations with spiritual teachers can be analogous to incest.“ (ibid)

In 2000, Janine, the daughter of a follower of Sogyal Lakar started attending his teachings to spend time with her father who had begun to neglect her. After engaging with Sogyal in a few public settings, she was “ordered to wear a best dress and turn up at Sogyal’s house for dinner. At this moment she realised the whole set up was somewhat bizarre: ‘There was Sogyal surrounded by five or six young pretty girls and there were no other men. Iit was quite fun actually, we had nice drinks and we danced for him. Then at a certain point he asked me to go upstairs with him and massage his head. I made some sort of smart reply and he became angry. He said I was too proud and he would have to break my pride.’” Janine became inducted as an unwilling member of Sogyal Lakar’s harem and forced into orgies. “‘They were terrified of being beaten…During the time I was with him continuously, one of us would be beaten every day – because you forgot something or did something wrong. For one girl it was because the way she walked was too proud. I got a little less than the others — some would get a serious, really bad beating. He got irritated with me because when I did something wrong I would hand him something to hit me with and that would spoil the fun.’” (Behind the Thangkas)

“Indoctrination into the inner circle is designed as a life sentence. A young, vulnerable woman is programmed to accept Sogyal’s god-like status and to be compliant with his wishes and whims, slave-like in her willingness to accept a punishing workload and available for sex on demand. She is separated from her family and friends, discouraged from contact with the outside world and persuaded to see Rigpa as her family, with Sogyal (confusingly as father-lover) in absolute power and control. In the majority of cases, it works. By the time these women realise they are being abused and exploited and are deeply embedded in a coercive cult, it is too late for them to extricate themselves. Their investment is total and their chances of making lives for themselves beyond Rigpa have dwindled into non-existence.“ (ibid)

Allegedly instructed students to strip, show their genitals (male and female), provide oral sex, provide photos of their genitals, to be sexual partners and to describe other sexual relations with other partners. (Open letter dated July 14, 2017)

Allegedly ordered students “to photograph [his] attendants and girlfriends naked, and then forced other students to make photographic collages for [him], which [were then] shown to others.” (ibid)

Allegedly “offered one of [his] female attendants to another lama (who is well known in Rigpa) for sex.” (ibid)

Met Victoria Barlow in 1976 for a private teaching, “He roughly put his hand up my long dress, groped my privates, unzipped himself and lay on top of me, literally grunting for the minute or two until he released. Immediately, he got up, said he had things to do, that he was getting ready to travel across America.” (Sydney Morning Herald)

Gaslighting

Food was not hot enough

Awakened from nap a half hour late

Phone list was missing a name or the font was the wrong size

The internet connection was slow

The television movie guide was confusing

Technology failed to work

Students failed to “tune into [his] mind” and predict what he wanted

Upset with one of his girlfriends. (ibid)

Sogyal Rinpoche denies all allegations.

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