#the commonweath

[danseinthefallout]

Everyday all of you prove to me how awesome you guys are. I LOVE THIS COMMUNITY! I hope to play the game soon but for now I have the fallout community to google at 😍

[packratshiloh]

"Lots a lots a leggggggs!!"

These leggy bois are so dang cute

Produced by Commonwealth in 1984 and 98.

Depending on the caterpillar, they can have 2 to 50 pairs of legs 😱

[togepies]

favorite fallout 4 mods

I was asked to list some of my favorite mods, so here they are ^^ they're mostly texture/environment mods- I pretty much keep gameplay the same minus adding misc cosmetic mods & backpack mods bc I feel like backpacks should absolutely be a thing?

FlaconOil's Complete Retexture Project

4K HD EVB Skins

Ultra Vanilla 1k Eyes

Vivid Fallout - All in One

Delightful Ivy

True Grass

Natural and Atmospheric Commonwealth + Enhancer

Autumn Overhaul (literally obsessed with this one)

True Storms + True Nights

Fallout 4 Enhanced Color Correction (Gloom)

Everyone's Best Friend (the number 1 best mod out there, tbh)

[deliciouslyimpossiblerebel]

Duke of Kent's Wartime Visit to Canada

The Duke of Kent's 1941 six-week tour of Canada's air and naval bases.

In late July 1941, Prince George, the Duke of Kent and youngest brother of King George VI commenced a six-week visit to Canada primarily, but not exclusively, to visit airfields which formed part of the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan (BCATP). The scheme which drew personnel from Britain, Canada, Australia and New Zealand-and expanded following the fall of France in June 1940-would…

[melcowpland]

Is The Coronation Valid?

I’ll be honest, this isn’t a subject I like to get too deep into, but somehow, it can’t pass without comment. It’s monumental enough I suppose on some level. Or at least it would be for me, as monarchist, if I felt that there was really anything valid taking place that would constitute the anointing and crowning of a Christian monarch. As it is, I look on at the pagan horror that seems to be…

[2493]

[krazyshoppy]

भारतीय साइकिलिस्ट विश्वजीत सिंह मेंस 15 किमी स्क्रैच रेस फाइनल में पहुंचे

भारतीय साइकिलिस्ट विश्वजीत सिंह मेंस 15 किमी स्क्रैच रेस फाइनल में पहुंचे

Vishavjeet Singh: कॉमनवेल्थ गेम्स 2022 (Commonweath Games 2022) में भारतीय खिलाड़ियों का शानदार प्रदर्शन जारी है. भारतीय साइकिलिस्ट विश्वजीत सिंह (Vishavjeet Singh) ने कॉमनवेल्थ गेम्स 2022 के मेंस 15 किमी स्क्रैच रेस फाइनल (Men’s 15km Scratch Race) में अपनी जगह बना ली है. दरअसल, विश्वजीत सिंह अपनी हीट में पांचवे नंबर पर रहे. अब गोल्ड मेडल के लिए पेश करेंगे दावेदारी विश्वजीत सिंह (Vishavjeet…

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I’m absolutely obsessed with your writing! I was hoping I could request a one-shot where Daryl and fem!reader are married. They are working on separate outdoor projects but Daryl can’t stop watching the reader throughout the day. The dirtiest thoughts cross his mind as he watches her. Later that evening when they are home and finally alone he recreates all those thoughts with her throughout the night. Daryl has a pleasure and praise kink, includes oral, Daryl loves going down on the reader!

*Set during later Alexandria or Commonweath era (Daryl never goes to France!)

STOP IT RIGHT TF NOW ANON CAUSE WHY HAVENT I THOUGHT OF A PLEASURE KINK. DROOLING RN

Heres me admitting im only on season 9 of TWD so this takes place in Alexandria 😿

A/n: Thought I’d actually title this bc reading it again months later I just think it needs one 🥸

gif creds @daryl-dixon-daydreams

BUSY BEE

Daryl was going to simply pass away and die.

He hated his own mind for it’s never-ending thoughts, even more so when he had a literal job to be doing. His racing thoughts had been distracting him the whole day, occasionally using the wrong tool, knocking something over, and even almost spilling all the oil at one point.

It was just the way your hips looked, so well rounded in those jeans, shirt clinging to your body as you walked quickly with your own tasks in mind, not noticing your husband’s hardcore staring.

His mind was bursting with thoughts of what horribly dirty things he wanted to do to you. Sometimes he physically can’t wrap his head around how he ended up with someone like you. All Daryl could think about was just how bad he wanted to fuck you, cock already stirring to life in his pants.

No. No. He had to stay focused. He couldn’t be seen not doing his task and also now needed to hide the tent forming in his pants. It was worse that he was out in the open, having been assigned to work on the cars to keep them running longer.

You had been assigned to ask around to see what was needed for the next run, only for some reason you had timed yourself to get to everyone in under an hour, hence your quick pace and focused gaze. Daryl had seen you walk past at least three times, each time you sped past while furiously scribbling on a notepad. He felt like a teenager watching and obsessing over his crush.

God, he was so ready to blow himself up, staring down at under the hood of one of the cars used for runs. He forced his mind to focus on fixing shit instead of wandering off. Rick had been saying that the brakes had been failing, only Daryl couldn’t exactly do much without a jackstand.

He decided to test the car battery instead since it had been having trouble starting. Stepping around the car to the toolbox, he almost tripped as you bumped right into him. “Bulky bitch!” You yelped as you fell down onto your ass, dropping your pen and paper. Daryl gently but quickly pulled you to your feet, picking your stuff up. “Tha’ hell ya runnin’ from girl?” He stepped closer to you, sliding a hand to your waist. “I’m a very busy woman with places to be and times to beat” You rolled your eyes, yet smiled softly at Daryl. “Too busy fer me now?” You nodded, leaning up as if to kiss him but going for his ear instead. “Very busy” You whispered sweetly, placing a faint kiss on his cheek before speeding away again.

Daryl simply stood there with his cock straining harshly against the fabric of his pants, cock pulsating as he could feel himself leaking pre-cum. He should just blow his goddamn brains out, now.

He slammed the hood of the car shut and climbed inside, dropping his head onto the steering wheel. It felt like his head was about to fall off with how many filthy thoughts were flooding in. You were the biggest tease and absolutely knew it, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to silence his brain, hands gripping the steering wheel. He wasn’t about to jerk off inside a car with the clearest windows ever, at that point he might as well do it out in the open.

While Daryl was suffering silently, you were simply serene as you rocked on the porch swing of your house, turning in the list to Rick right before your timer hit fifteen minutes. You toyed with the ring on your finger, smiling down as you thought of how Daryl refused to get you something small. He had found a jewelry shop out on a secret run and spent an hour overthinking and questioning himself before finding the perfect ring. It was a sliver band with clusters of smaller diamonds around a larger one that so happened to be the shape of a skull, matching the one he wore every day. He smashed the glass without a second thought.

You smile fondly, also remembering that the same man was probably struggling to do his work. Getting him super worked up was your favorite thing to do as he basically melted in your hands the second he stepped foot inside.

Speaking of inside, you had stepped in earlier to change out your underwear, switching into a black thong you found. You could practically feel Daryl’s hands roaming your body, shivers running down your spine at the tingling sensation.

Whilst you were enjoying yourself, Daryl was still sitting in the car, staring down at the steering wheel as he tried to focus his mind on anything else, aside from the cocky sway of your hips, and the ghost of your lips against his ears.

He needed to get off badly. The only thing really stopping him were these shitty windows, however he proceeded to begin rubbing his hand on his clothed cock, letting out a shaky moan. Daryl slammed his hands back onto the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as he tried to recenter himself. He thought for a moment, sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

The car door swung open and he kicked it shut behind him, walking quickly to avoid anyone who might wanna talk, quickly making his way back home. He passed Carol, who was sitting out on her swing. She waved and he gave a short wave back, trying his hardest to keep his hard-on concealed as he sped past.

He stepped heavily up the stairs, the wooden porch creaking under his weight as he opened and shut the front door. It was remotely quiet as he kicked his shoes off next to yours, tearing his shirt off as he stomped upstairs to your shared bedroom, where he found you in one of his shirts lying on your stomach reading a book, closing it at the sound of your husband's arrival. “Already stripping nude for me, Dixon?” You pushed yourself onto your knees and he approached the bed, grabbing your face rougher than intended and crashing his lips onto yours.

It seemed like in that moment, Daryl’s hyperactive mind finally shut itself down, his shoulders relaxing as his hands held your soft face, licking into your mouth desperately. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers splayed out on his upper back as he moved to join you on the bed, readjusting you so your legs rested comfortably on either side of his hips. There was a burning desire in his gut as he sucked harshly on your skin, grinding against you as he did.

Daryl’s hands stayed locked at your hips, massaging and groping the flesh as he continued marking up your whole body, practically eating you. He reached your boobs and ran his tongue over the right one and started to suck deep marks into the sensitive flesh.

His hips picked up speed, becoming erratic before burying his face in space between your boobs, shaking as he literally came in his pants. It was the hottest thing you’d seen. “Feeling better?” You whispered breathlessly, watching him groan and lift himself sluggishly off your chest. “M’not done yet” His words were slightly slurred as he leaned back on his knees, hands fumbling to undo his pants.

You eventually reached down to unzip his zipper, and he was back on you instantly, shoving his boxers down enough to free his hard and dripping cock, precum pouring from the puffy tip. “God, Daryl, you’re so needy tonight” You moaned as he pulled down your pajama shorts, eyes staring down at the black thong. “Yes tha’ hell I am” He whispered, hands sliding up your sides and he slid down, cock pulsing as he got a look at your cunt even with the thong on. There was just so much he wanted to do to you that it was overwhelming his senses.

He ran his tongue up and in between your folds, tasting you through the measly garment. He rubbed circles in your clit as his tongue explored every inch, slipping past the thong and into your entrance, causing your brain to short-circuit as he worked you to release, especially since his own was drying in his underwear. Alongside his tongue, Daryl eased two fingers in, stretching and scissoring you open, his tongue going in much deeper and curling. “Fuck yes, baby just like that” You bit your bottom lip harshly, sliding your own fingers down to stimulate your clit, knowing how to push yourself off the edge quicker. He got so fucking hard at the sight of you playing with yourself, even more so that it was your ring finger, the diamond skull standing out as your fingers sped up. Daryl pulled his tongue out, continuing to move his fingers as he licked your clit, a strangled sob coming from you as you came.

Daryl settled for unleashing another attack on your torso while you recovered from your orgasm, licking, kissing, sucking, and biting at the smooth flesh of your stomach, one hand holding your thigh over his shoulder, and the other resting right by your boob, his thumb teasingly stroking the skin under it. He felt every curse, moan and gasp you let out, licking right in between your already marked boobs, kissing the junction of your throat all the way up to your lips. The head of his cock nudged your pussy slightly, and the heat of the kiss had you dizzy. “C’mon handsome, I can’t wait much longer” You batted your lashes at him, running your hand down his one of his big arms, your ring shimmering in the dim lamp light.

Your other hand slid in between your bodies to shift your soaked thong to the side, pulling him closer by wrapping your legs around his waist. He used one hand to steady his cock, and gripped the headboard as he slammed in, two of you moaning in unison. Daryl’s cock was more sensitive than ever, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he readjusted himself, pounding roughly into you as you gripped his bicep.

Daryl’s thrusts were relentless as he kept his pace up, bed creaking and headboard slamming as he panted like a dog, watching the way his cock was sliding in and out of you, a giant wet spot forming on his jeans as he showed no signs of stopping. “My big strong man, always fucking me so good with your fat cock” You bit down on your lips as one of your hands came to rest on his cheek. He turned his face to the side, kissing your palm while staring into your eyes with a lovingly lustful gaze. “M’all yers, m’gon always give my woman wha’ she wants” His voice was raspy and breathless against your hand before he locked your fingers together, pinning your hands onto the mattress and dipping his head down to press his forehead against yours, simply panting into each others spaces.

From how tightly you were holding hands, your rings dug into one another’s fingers, and it only turned Daryl on more. You were his and he was yours. “M’so proud ta call ya Mrs. Dixon. Gon fill ya up w all my kids” He whispered, bumping his strangely cold button nose against yours. “Let’s just start with one?” Your voice sounded foreign to your ears, and by the way Daryl’s hips had sped up you could tell he was close “Not one now!” You shrieked, nails digging into his hands as he railed your sweet spot, orgasm already hitting him incredibly hard as he practically laughed in your ear from how hard he came, pulling out just a little too late.

He fell on top of you, but recoiled when something wet touched his navel, eyes flickering down to see his cum soaking into the black fabric of your thong and seeping out your hole. “Gonna clean that up for me?” You winked suggestively at him, and he lowered himself to be eye level with your messy cunt, massive hands spreading you further apart as he licked his lips. “Yes ma’am”

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I made myself very horny writing this but I also kept falling asleep as I was writing

also I based both rings off Normans ring :3 (he should put his finger in my body)

[catherinecamb]

commonweath day service (2022) // national service of thanksgiving and dedication (2023)

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Do you think Meghan wanted to be titled as Princess Meghan? by u/Amazing-Antelope4300

Do you think Meghan wanted to be titled as Princess Meghan? As an American, I did not know the rules surrounding Prince/Princess, and we know our Saint (at least pretended) not to know the rules either (Archie not being named Prince until Charles became King).After H&M married, I remember certain American media outlets/folks trying to push a Princess title for her (Town & Country, Beyoncé…).Do you think if she stayed in the royal family, she would have had a fit when Catherine became the Princess of Wales and demanded that King Charles title her as the Princess of the Commonweath? Also, do you think after the wedding she started demanding this title? post link: https://ift.tt/qkuPBci author: Amazing-Antelope4300 submitted: April 29, 2024 at 05:03PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[incorrecttgcfquotes]

He Xuan: hey COMMONWEATH bank, how about you SERVICE your FUCKING atms in BUNBURY so punters like ME will not hav to TAPE FISH to them so youll have NO CHOCE but to come and FIX THEM. i have more fish and tape and will,, power than youre intire organisation. FIX THEM NOW.

[bookofmac]

THANK YOU FOR EXPLAINING DUX IN THE TAGS!!! I pulled up the captions and it said "ducks" and I cautiously googled "ducks....? australia?????" I didn't even THINK about using an X, thank u

No worries! It's a very Antipodean/Commonweath term, originally from scottish educational insitutuion iirc.

(for those who didn't see my tags, to be 'dux' means one is the highest academic achiver in your graduating year. Phoebe being her grade's Dux is deeply informative to her character, given she was a scholarship kid, her mum had cancer while she was going to school and modern her techy, workaholic tendancies. it's also interesting how all of these things intersect with her Aboriginality. It's great and it's why Phoebe is my favourite character)

In general, the subtitles for Class of 07 are very Wrong in a quiet a few places (i wonder if they just put all the finished episodes through an AI transcriber and had some underpayed transcriptionist to edit it to the best of their ablity :/). The most stand out one imo is in second last episode where sister bickey says Laura was involved in the 'rock is dead vid' when it should be 'Rock Eisteddfod' (an interschool dance and drama competion in the eastern states of Australia), which is both a Very Funny mondegren, but also hurts my welsh heritage soul lmao

this video is an exampe of what a Rock Eisteddfod entails:

[graph100]

it would be cool if american and commonweath english became separate languages

[redhatmeg]

Okay, who remembers my idea for Poland AU with dragons that came to me from this post?

It just so happens that I’ve stumbled upon a self-published book that has... maybe not similar premise, because it takes place right after partitions and not during Polish baroque, nevertheless it’s still AU of Poland’s history with dragons.

The book is called Smoczpospolita (from Smok - dragon and Rzeczpospolita - Repubilc, the old name for Polish-Lithuanian Commonweath, so the book title translates raughly into Dragonpublic) and the premise is as such:

“The end of the eighteenth century. On the still warm corpse of the newly dismantled Commonwealth, crowds of Prussian officials are bustling about, wanting to breathe proper Ordnung into the newly conquered territories.The first victims of the Prussian machinery pushing towards modernity are Polish dragons, which are a rare but permanent element of the Vistula fauna. Known to the partitioning powers of Zaodrze mainly from storytelling creatures, they are quickly recognized as a potentially subversive, ethnically uncertain element, so their immediate extermination is ordered. The shrewd swashbuckler Gottlieb is delegated to this specific mission.”

Gotta say, the cover isn’t making this book any favors but I’m intrigued by the concept.

[picturebookshelf]

Do you live in the United Kingdom?

Canada, actually! Wrong continent, correct commonweath!

[raidofreecommomwealth]

GOOOOODDDD MORNINGGGG COMMONWEATH.

I sure hope your staying safe out there. Im your host of this wonderful broadcast bring you the up to date story's from all around our beautiful little slice of radiated Heaven. You already know my name but for those who are just tuning in for the first time you can call me pagan your host with the most.

Anyway I have some news to lay on you all. We have just been hand delivered the first of an unknown amount of the one the only sole survivors holo-tapes. From my understanding this should be his while journey. Start to finish. As we know after everything he did for the Commonwealth he went back into Vault 111 to stay with Nora until he passed. No one has been back in there since the ace detective Nice Valentine found the body. Now my folks stay with us as we work to decode this holo-tape. Now please stay safe out there weather your a vault dweller, raider or anything in between.

This is Pagan signing off. Over and out.