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Updated! A few days ago the contract Crowley signs in S1 came up on discord. Being the crazy person that I am, I set on the quest of finding out what it actually says. I couldn't make out everything, especially at the end where Crowley's hand and the sparks obscure the lines but I made out most of it (transcript below the break).
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One of the things I like the most is that the contract specifically says "Anthony Crowley of Mayfair, London." In the book, Hastur tells Crowley not to use that name: "No. Not A. J. Crowley. Your real name.” Crowley nodded mournfully, and drew a complex, wiggly sigil on the paper. It glowed redly in the gloom, just for a moment, and then faded."
Interesting things:
The contract is referred to as "the Agreement" - HA!
The contract is between Hastur and Ligur ("the Customer") and Crowley ("the Service Provider"). Not with Hell itself or with Satan.
The contract never actually says what "the Service" is nor does it say how much Crowley is supposed to be paid (so is it just delivering the baby to the convent, or all the upbringing too?)
There is a part that says Hastur and Ligur will pay the costs when the operation is done. But later on it also says that Crowley will not be reimbursed for his own expenses. Talk about being shortchanged!
Hastur and Ligur will NOT provide any help
Crowley must contribute to a retirement plan (Superannuation) for himself and his employees if he has any (how thoughtful)
And lastly, I learned the UK has Superannuations and it is not just an Australian thing! (go figure! the things GO teaches me)
So here you have it. A contract from Hell! literally If anyone can make out the words I couldn't or finds an error, please let me know and I'll update this one.
Full transcript:
[Line covered by clip and Ligur’s fingers] (the "Agreement")
BETWEEN
HASTUR AND LIGUR of HELL (the "Customer")
AND
ANTHONY J CROWLEY of MAYFAIR LONDON (the "Service Provider")
BACKGROUND a. The Costumer is of the opinion that the Service Provider has the necessary qualifications experience and abilities to provide services for the Customer. The Costumer will pay the Service Provider per project agreed. Each project has its own costs and the Service Provider agrees to inform the Customer what are the costs involved when setting the operation and the Costumer agrees to pay the total amount when the project is delivered. b. The Compensation will be payable upon completion of the Services. The Service Provider is responsible for paying any Superannuation Guarantee contributions that may be required in relation to the work performed by the Service Provider or by the employees of the Service Provider under this Agreement c. The above Compensation includes all applicable sales tax, and dues as required by law
Provision of Extras a. The Customer will not provide any resources, assistance or extra for use by the Service Provider in providing the Services Reimbursement of Expenses b. The Service Provider will not be reimbursed for expenses incurred by the Service Provider in connection with providing the Services of this Agreement. Independence of Services c. In providing the Sevices under the Agreement it is expressly agreed that the Service Provider is acting as an independent contractor and not as an employee. The Service Provider and the Customer acknowledge that the Agreement does not create a partnership or joint venture between them, and is exclusively a contract for service
Notes a. All suits, requests, demands or other communication required or permitted by the terms of this Agreement by will be given in writing and delivered to the Parties of the Agreement as follows
ANTHONY J CROWLEY of MAYFAIR LONDON
HASTUR AND LIGUR of HELL
and each [Illegible words due to Crowley’s hand] notify the other.
[ILLEGIBLE WORD]
ANTHONY J CROWLEY
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lmao love how we're all just agreeing that the dumbass trio of the astral express are all dumb in their own ways and are laughing at their stupidity, relating to said stupidity, or both.
dan heng is emotionally dumb, this man did not receive the hardware update for emotions. he operates on angy, annoyed soggy cat, and underpaid babysitter for two little hobgoblins. there are simultaneously no thoughts behind his pretty eyes and thoughts of taking a good long power nap after he's done being the older brother of two idiots. he's somehow the resident smart ass, but put him in a romantic situation and suddenly he's dumber than university students procrastinating their final paper to the last day. if he were a cat, he'd be the cat that always has a resting bitch face no matter what you do.
march 7th is the kind of dumb you see in vine (rip) compilations, she'd quote that shit on the regular just to exclusively annoy dan heng. she probably once suggested that whole sit in a chair and hold hands for an hour shit and got put in it the same day. she says dumb shit confidently with shit-eating grins, and if you tell her she's wrong, she'd say "ur mom." she gets bullied by kids, bc of course she does. she would probably learn dumb trivia out of spite so she can look like the sane one in the group. she and the mc have joint custody of the single brain cell that dan heng didn't absorb.
and mc is the stupid little super glue that somehow keeps this group alive and away from mortal peril. they will hide in a hotel closet and yell "OOGA BOOGA BOOGA" at some poor maid trying to do room service. they would enter an eating competition and then barf it all up not even five seconds after they've won the said competition. they are a bastard, a wet cat if you will. they will go through your trash like a little raccoon, they will steal your mail if it's sticking out of the mailbox, they would probably be on the run from the IRS bc they refused to do their tax return.
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dellaliz19 · 10 months
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This is by no means the most important take by far re this whole Titan/Titanic debacle but I feel like it’s worth reiterating again: the 24 hour news cycle only serves to ramp up panic and speculation, and functionally serves as conspiracy fuel just to fill ad sponsored time.
Because let’s be real: EVERY single actual expert that weighed in on this was very clear that there were 3 possible options, and that death was the mostly likely option in each scenario, those being:
1) The sub was intact at the bottom of the ocean with:
a) no power and no technology that existed to get it back up.
b) might have had power but been stuck under a piece of the Titanic and could be dislodged, but that this was HIGHLY unlikely and that dislodging it could still break the sub.
2) Was floating on the surface after being able to ballast up, but that it would be incredibly hard to find the sub as it would have no way to communicate, no way for the passengers to get themselves out, and was WHITE, making it basically impossible to see by air rescue.
3) Had imploded at the initial loss of contact (the most likely theory), likely secondary to poor construction and damage from a prior descent, and the passengers had died instantly.
Even ignoring the idea that the “96 hour window re oxygen” was basically irrelevant given: the CO2 scrubbers likely weren’t going to function that well and that death by freezing or dehydration could also absolutely occur before then, the news media’s complete frenzy on that “ticking clock” was beyond transparently gross and circled all the way back into conspiracy territory.
Look I’m on the camp of “these rich people walked right into the risks of this and their families should receive a bill for the coast guard and public agency search and rescue costs.”
But seriously, constantly updating the “ticking clock,” bringing in new “experts” every couple hours to talk about some new way they could “survive in low O2 past that 96 hours” (seriously, CBC), hyper focusing on the idea that “if we can just find them they’ll be saved” (despite the wealth of evidence to the contrary) should serve as an indictment of the 24 hour new cycle and it’s negative impact on real, publically useful journalism.
Because you can’t fill all those news hours with people just repeating that iconic “Do you think they can be saved? No.” sound bit, right? You have to keep feeding into the idea that they CAN be saved, to sell the airtime.
You can’t report the actual news: that they still haven’t found the sub. Just relating that every hour on the hour won’t keep people glued to your channel.
But endless bullshit speculation will.
And so now, when they’ve found the debris, every moron with their tin foil hat already at the ready can scream about the “rhythmic banging” and “faking their death for tax shelters” and “well no bodies, so it didn’t happen,” well fed by the media’s absolute refusal to cover this in a real, productive way.
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dailyrothko · 2 months
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So here's the deal:
I just want to be transparent with my tumblr Rothko lovers. I applied and got fiscal sponsorship as a non-profit through Fractured Atlas.
Sadly, "Fiscal Sponsorship" is not what it sounds like, I pay them, they don't pay me. What it allows me to do is take donations and make them tax deductible and secure. I hope it's worth it.
I don't expect my poor pals on tumblr to donate, I don't think most of us have any money or we probably wouldn't be here, however, I am letting you know this because there's now a donate button on the blog.
I'm very poor and needed to do this to realize certain projects Rothko related projects. This is just a voluntary thing, i'm not going behind a paywall. Nothing is changing.
I mention this because their tacky donate button makes it look like I made a deal with the devil, but in actuality it's just for everyone's security.
I hate doing this at all but I am spread very thin. I spend a lot of time and money on this project and that's fine when i can do it, it's a labor of love. But some of it is just becoming impossible for me to maintain and so it goes.
Future projects include-
-I am writing a series of (three) articles I would like to publish about Rothko's impact in the modern world. Scholarly material on Rothko from art historians is good and I don't wish to retread old ground. However, there are some sides of the Rothko legacy I would like to cover based on my experiences, including interviews I have done with people on how they have come to the work (some of you guys), coverage of fakes and misattributions, and biographical impressions based on numerous interviews I have read with his family and friends.
-A bigger and ongoing project would be to create a website and central database that art enthusiasts can use to locate travelling Rothko exhibits and find which paintings are in which museums. Many people ask me these questions personally but if there was a place where all this information lived and someone to update it, people could look up available Rothko works in different cities they are travelling to.
We are living in a troubled world with many humanitarian concerns that should rightly take precedence over my little project, but I am trying to survive myself and lately it's pretty hard.
Thanks to all for 9 years of Rothko love.
(I realized no one can donate on the mobile app, so if you wish to, use this link below.)
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that baby girl Lucy thing could be a drabble or headcanon or whatever ur comfortable with btw 😁 or you don’t have to do anything at all with it if u don’t want! just wanted to mention it bc GIRL DAD ERIS
GIRL DAD!ERIS AND LUCIEN RECONCILLING PART 2
A/N: OKAY YES I AM SO SORRY I GOT BUSY WITH MED SCHOOL, HAD A SHELF EXAM TO TAKE AND THEN I GOT LAZY BUT IT IS HERE!
Edit: So I started writing and realized this is getting a bit long, like I am not done with this part and I am already 2.2k word in, so this will likely be a 3 or 4 part mini-series giving y'all girl dad!Eris lore! I hope you enjoy and I am sorry I had to split it up, but it seems like I had more to this story I wanted to share!
part 1
Your first letter remains unopened, buried beneath legal documents and trade deals in a locked drawer of Lucien's desk. Each week, another one of your letters is added to the ever growing pile that Lucien can't bring himself to open.
Part of him wants to rip all your attempts of communication to shreds, throw it into the fire place and forget that you and Eris exist.
The other part of him, the one that he tries to bury deep within himself, is curious, anxious really, to know what it is you have to say to him. What is it that you continue to reach out to him?
Is it a part your duty as high lady of autumn? Are you looking to start relations between Autumn and Day? Are you trying to keep your relationship to your brother in law as professional as possible? What if you are trying to get to know him? Would that be the worst thing in the world, to get to know his sister in law? He has always wanted a sister.
What if you are writing out of need? For help? What if you need asylum from his brother? Gods, he hopes not. What if Eris turned out to be the exactly like his father, cruel and abusive in his marriage to you? What if he, like Beron, was ruining Autumn court with outrageous regulations and taxes too high that  most of the autumn population were left in poverty?
What if you were writing to him to brag about how well Eris has done without him, that this is the only way he will receive any updates on Eris, and to not expect anything more?
What if you are lovely and kind? What are you like? Are you good to Eris? Is he good to you? Do you make his oldest brother happy? Does he make you happy? What is Eris like now? Has he changed or is he the same paranoid male who plots conspiracies?
The lack of response from your brother in law does little to defer your efforts. You continue to write to Lucien, without skipping a beat, sending a letter to him every week, giving him updates on his brother, updates on your pregnancy, even updates on the pups Eris is raising to protect your babes in the coming months. You share with him your feelings about Eris, the story of how you met, how your mating bond had snapped abruptly and without notice, how he fought against your relationship for years until he couldn't hold back anymore, how when he finally gave in, he had made you the promise of a safer home, a safer land, a place in which his father could never lay a hand on you.
You confide in him your concerns over his brother, your fears that his duties as high lord will consume him, that Eris has anxieties about being a good father, and you are scared it will paralyze him. You tell him about the things you notice about Eris, things you think Eris doesn't know about himself. That, sometimes, Er will get a distant look in his eyes when he sees young children playing together, especially when one looks older than the other. That, sometimes, Er mumbles in his sleep, how often his name comes up while he is asleep, how Er wakes up from those same dreams gasping and clutching at his chest, how it takes hours for you to calm him after. How when Eris struggles to sleep, he stares at the family portrait, with his eyes fixated on Lucien before he comes back to bed with you at your urging.
You write to him as if he is your best friend, as if he is sitting across from you and you are just talking to him. You write to him as if you have known him for centuries.
With all of Eris' stories about his beloved brother, you feel as though you have known him for centuries. 
It takes a long time for Lucien to muster the courage to open your letters. After weeks of receiving letters and storing them away without a second glance, after weeks of forcing any thoughts of the letters away, after weeks of catching himself thinking about Eris, thinking about you and Autumn court, does he finally force himself sit down to read the letters. To be done and over with it. To read the letters, and never think of you or his brother again. To give closure to that horrific chapter of his life. To have this as his final goodbye.
It takes him several minutes to unlock the drawer after he slumps into his chair by the desk. It takes him a couple of minutes to open the drawer before staring at all the papers on top of the letters. It takes him 20 minutes to pluck the letters out from beneath and toss them onto his desk. Another 30 minutes is spent of him grabbing the letters and setting it onto the side table near his hearth, pacing around his office, biting at his nails, wringing his hands, running his fingers through his long auburn hair to sit in his cozy leather chair with the letters at an arms-length. An hour is spent staring blankly into the near extinguished fire, the pops and crackles from the desperate surviving flames being the only times he blinks. Another 10 minutes of delay, spent with breathing exercises while pouring himself a two, maybe three, fingers of night court imported whiskey and taking several bated sips of the hard liquor.
After almost two hours of delay, does Lucien use the letter opener the night court general gifted him during a visiting trip, to slowly and carefully, with shaking hands, tear the seal open. Deep breathing does little to stop his pittering heart as he opens the first letter, glazed eyes racing over each sentence, each word multiple times, nearly seizing as you break the news of your pregnancy. Tears he didn’t even know were leaking down his cheeks, meeting at his chin to drip down his neck began to stream. Choked sobs with a hand clutched at his chest, your letter delicately being placed to the side as his emotions crash into him.
Weeks of pent up feelings become unrelenting waves that makes it near impossible for him to catch his breath. All of grief for the time he has missed with you and his brother, all of happiness at your pride and clear love and devotion for your mate, his brother, all of sorrow and concern for what Eris turned out to be after years of torment and unrelenting abuse, all of quiet hope for the future relationship he may have with you, with his future nieces or nephews, with his older brother, all of that is almost unbearably overwhelming. The only source of respite, coming from your gentle handwriting.
“Lucien, I implore you to take all the time you need. I will patiently be waiting for a response, whether it takes weeks or months, years or even centuries. I want a relationship with you. As does your brother. And I want our children to have a relationship with their uncle. So I will wait. And if you decide that having a relationship with us is just too impossibly painful for you, then with the deepest regret and with the most profound love, will we accept that fate as well.” 
It is your own hope that pushes Lucien to read all of your other letters, whiskey set aside and forgotten. Letters that have his bereaved sobs turning into silent tears of joy. Letters that have him bubbling with laughter as you express your loving annoyance at Eris’ puttering about the nursery and his great insistence that your future babes will need 15 chicks, and at least 6 baby cows to grow up with.
Letters that have him smiling softly, reminiscing in the good memories of his childhood Eris whispered to you in the dark recesses of night. Letters that have him pondering if what you say is really the truth, because you give a convincing argument that his older brother may actually miss him, may have actually loved him… still loves him. Letters that give him insight into all the years he missed, that he now almost feels a part of, like he was actually there to witness all of the events surrounding your relationship and Eris’ ascension to the autumn throne. Lucien spends hours, even as the fire in the office gives way to death and the only remaining source of light becomes Lucien’s own magic pulsating through the room, reading your letters. Over and over, in the order it was sent in and in backwards order. And by the end of it, he is speechless. 
No words come to mind that can describe how he feels. He cannot come up with what to say. The only thing he knows is that he is appreciative for the time and patience that you have given him, the grace that you have shown, the honesty of the hardships that you and Eris went through, of the relationship you have formed with his brother, and of all the changes Er has gone through and has brought to Autumn Court since his escape. So, Lucien folds your letters following the exact lines you used, making sure not even a slight crease is created, before carefully placing back into the envelopes you sent them in, holding them to his chest as he walks to his room and retires for the night. Sleep, however, the trickster it is, plays the most exhausting game and evades him most of the night. His usual tossing and turning is replaced with his ember eyes focused on the letters, hands clasped tightly together resting on his chest because his fingers kept twitching with want to reach back for your messages to reread them. Lucien’s thoughts are wildly free of the endless possibilities of what might come in the future… a happy future. 
Days were spent rereading your letters. Days were spent stressing out over what to do, he never had a choice when it came to his family. All things were inevitably decided for him. He was brought up to be competitive with his brothers, it was decided that he would have to fight his brothers for the autumn throne, a throne he had no desire of having. It was decided what kind of training he got, despite his lack of interest in violence. He didn’t choose to leave Autumn, he barely escaped with his life. He didn’t choose this. Having a choice… it was a delicacy he hadn’t been offered before.
Lucien knew though. Deep down inside, he knew what he wanted to choose. Going back and forth with his options inevitably landed on one outcome. He wants to try. He wants to get to know you, a sister he always wanted and now, finally has. He wants to get to know his future nieces or nephews. He wants to be a part of their lives; he wants to be the best uncle he can be. And he so achingly wants to know his older brother, wants to know his side of the story, wants to know if he was wrong to blame him for everything. It is alarming. The prospect of it all. It’s… fully… wholly… thoroughly and completely terrifying. 
What if he was wrong about it all? What if he spent decades… centuries hating his own brother… someone who should’ve been blameless? Would Eris forgive him for it? What if he comes to the conclusion Eris didn’t try hard enough? Could he forgive Eris, a crimeless, unwilling accomplice in the murder of Jes? What if Eris is uninterested after a near lifetime of rejection? How will they build their relationship, beyond what it ever was? What if, even after all of that, he ends up alone? Was it worth it?
Was the hurt, the fear, the hope… was it worth it?
It took another month of Lucien’s contemplation to come up with a response, not for lack of trying. He had so many thoughts, so many feelings and emotions regarding his brother, his past, his future, you as his new sister in law, the fact that he is going to be an uncle, to work through, that he is still working through. He is afraid, afraid of what he has missed with Eris, afraid of what or who Eris has become. But one thing about the Vanserra brothers is that they have a burning courage within them. So despite the fear, he wants more. He wants to try. Every time he sits down to muster an acknowledgement to your letters, though, he chokes up. 
A ball of anxiety runs rampant through his stomach, a knot in his throat that he can’t seem to swallow, that he can't seem to clear even with a rough rub at his neck. His hands quake as he readjusts the pen in his hands, over and over, feeling pins and needles at the tips of his fingers as he tries to figure out the words to respond with. Your letters had so much thought, so much effort and sentiment and zest poured into them. And all of the thoughts and feelings he had during the time he took, it seemed… inadequate. A simple letter… it wouldn’t be enough. Not with all the things Lucien wants to say to you and eventually… to Eris as well. Finally, after staring at the blank sheet placed in front of him, sweaty hands rubbing furiously up and down his thighs, does he figure it out. 
So… with a shaky inhale, he brings his pen to the page. 
Hello dear sister,
I apologize for my delay in responding. If I am being honest, I spent a lot of time, quite a lot indeed, thinking of your letters. Thinking of you. Thinking of my brother Eris the Autumn High Lord. Thinking of the past. Thinking of the future. One letter to tell you all of my thoughts in response to your attempts of communication feel woefully insufficient. 
If you are ever so inclined, would you be open to meeting with me? I understand that your pregnancy condition may make it difficult upon you to travel to Day. I’m happy to I am set to be in Spring Court for two weeks from now for a week. Would you be willing able to meet at the border in three weeks time? 
with warm wishes,
regards, 
Lucien Vanserra
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nicodrawings · 10 months
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Dump time featuring Billie Morales aka Silly Billie
Update 2: oh! Also the first two illustrations are based on Yotsuba art!
Update: ok HC time, if you wanna know more keep reading as usual.
BILLIE SECTION
-I made Billie 5 years old.
-I’ve mentioned this before but Billie has Asperger’s.
-She didn’t talk until she was like 3 going on 4.
-Her nickname is "silly billy"
-Miles always says "how's my favorite girl in the whole wide world?" when he comes home from school on the weekends.
-Miles is a doting big brother and helps take care of her as well as connecting with her interests.
-As much as she loves her parents, she thinks the world of Miles. She's up under him the most, especially when she's over stimulated, stressed or sleepy. His heartbeat calms her.
-She has a limit to physical contact and taps when she’s ready to let go. She usually only hugs her family. Her and Ganke do hand touches instead of hugs.
-The family helps her navigate her environment and her emotions as well as socializing but never push anything that makes her uncomfortable. They always ask questions and have special routines to help her.
-A part of her routine is on Saturdays they go to the park so she can see the pigeons.
-Miles does not like pigeons, but tolerates them for Billies sake.
-They also have special songs for her like "🎶when you walk across the street take ur eyes off your feet🎶" to remind her to look both ways and pay attention when walking across the street since she can get distracted easily.
-The songs they use also attach her to music. So whenever they go to ganke he plays the piano for her and they make songs up and when she hears a song she likes she starts stimming and wiggling.
-She also takes interest in drawing because she sees Miles drawing and they draw animals and watch Steve Irwin on Saturdays too.
-She doesn't understand figure of speeches so if you say "don't sweat it" she would be like "...sweat what?"
-she doesn’t show a lot of emotions unless she’s feeling something intense.
-She rarely sees Miles in superhero mode in public but when she does she just goes “SPIDER!” and smiles and he waves at her.
-Moral of this story, she is loved.
HOBIE
-He lives with his grandparents in the Bronx area (I’m not sure which side yet tho).
-He loves his grandparents very much.
-One time at a punk rock concert a wise man told him “the most punk thing to do is to take care of yourself, don’t be reliant on the system to do so, cuz they ain’t”
-He told his grandpa the following day and they had a heart to heart about it considering that Hobie was very depressed at the time.
-So with that being said, health is incredibly important to him.
-Some ppl tease him and call him “straight-edge” but it don’t bother him much.
-Hobie officially meets the other spiders when he’s 16.
-Clicks with Gwen and Miles almost immediately.
-Especially Miles, Peter always jokes and says that they were definitely brothers in their past lives.
-Gwen and Hobie bond over music.
-Gwen gets the crush first.
-But unlike Miles she’s more forward and doesn’t wait a billion years so she’s asks him out.
-Hobie says yes.
-Only one that knows how to drive by the time he’s 18.
OTHER STUFF
-Gwen’s relationship with her father just…never gets better in my AU. He’s just an ass and as far as Gwen is concerned they’re not family, they’re just related. With that being said, although it’s never acknowledged, Gwen definitely sees Peter as a father figure in her life. She even has him as her top emergency contact. Peter started to understand this when she was 16, he never questioned it and sees her as his oldest daughter. When she’s had really bad arguments with her father she goes to Peters and spends the night.
-Peter and MJ’s home is open to all the spiderkids. No questions asked.
-Peter and MJ always say “On our taxes we have one kid” when people ask them how many kids they have.
-When Peter gets home he sees how many pairs of shoes are at the door then yells “how many kids are in the house?" They usually yell in response which gives him an idea as to how many kids are there.
-On average there’s no less than 2.
-One time he asked and a really deep voice responded along with the kids.
-It was Venom.
-All the spiders have their own therapist’s but every other weekend there’s a group therapy session for kids with powers funded by S.H.E.I.L.D. It’s not required that they go but it’s open for them regardless, just sign up and come in.
-Ganke donates some of his legos to the program and helps assist sometimes with running it since it’s not ran in the best shape.
-This connects to a bigger problem of helping hero’s with their mental health and stability, especially when they decide to retire.
-If you read the other AU list I had, this is the reason why Ganke switches his major to Social Work when he goes to college.
NICKNAMES
Peter’s nicknames for the kids:
Miles-“Junior/Little Man”
May-“Mayday”
Gwen-"Gwennie Pie”
Ganke-“Goober”
Hobie-“Hobie” (obviously)
Anya-“Ani”
Ganke’s nicknames:
Friends-“Gee” judge calls him “G-money”
Miles’s mom-“Honey”
Ganke’s mom-“Gee-Chan”
The boy that bullies him AKA Sean “Gay-ke”
Peter-“Goober” (as I’ve said before)
Venom and Eddie-“Boy”
Miles’s for when he’s feeling affectionate-“Cariño”
Anyway that’s all I got for now! If you have any questions about my AU please feel free to ask away. I love talking about it as you can see.
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useless-catalanfacts · 3 months
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New unclassified documents show Spain's espionage against Catalan independentists and how Spain's government, police and media worked together to publish fake information to attack Catalan independentists for years
For the last two months, there situation with the political espionage against Catalans, false accusations of all kinds of things against pro-independence politicians and activists, as well as right-wing demonstrations with Spanish supremacist hate speech, Spanish right-wing (though not only) politicians saying once again that Catalans are terrorist to gain votes, etc. have been escalating once again.
I had not made any post about all of that because I am simply too tired of the same thing happening over and over again and the same discussions happening all the time. This blog would be boringly repetitive if I commented on all the cases of diffamations, fear-mongering about inexistent supposed Catalan terrorists, the negotiations for a fake amnesty written so that they can keep as many people in jail as possible, and every new attack against Catalan people's right to use the Catalan language in the Catalan-speaking territories. It's the same old same old that doesn't stop happening in Spain. But I will give an update about what has been proven lately (and which had been known for a long time, but now can't be denied).
It has been known for a long time that the Spanish military intelligence service (CNI), with permission from the Spanish Supreme Court, has been using the Israeli espionage programme Pegasus to illegally spy on dozens of Catalan pro-independence journalists, activists, lawyers, politicians, and their relatives and friends for years. This goes against the human rights of the people who had their personal communications spied on and also against all the independence movement, because nobody is safe and everyone is susceptible of being spied on only for their political ideas.
Now, some of the official documents of the CNI have been declassified, so we know for sure that this espionage was happening, but other documents have not yet been declassified. Catalan politicians are asking the CNI to release the rest of these documents. The answer has been that they will not declassify them because it would "generate a risk and a grave threat for the life and integrity of the sources and collaborators of the CNI". Taking into account how in the last few years there has been many cases of infiltrated Spanish police in the Catalan social movements, including police who were infiltrated and entering long-term romantic relationships with Catalan activists (mostly Catalan women but some men too) and having sexual relations with others while lying to them about their identity, this statement can be understood to accept that there are many more people infiltrated in the movement.
But what have we seen in the documents that were released? That, as expected, the Spanish Government and Police between 2012 and 2016 used fake proof as excuses to spy on Catalans and tarnish their reputation on the press. As it has been released, the Spanish police compiled fake events with made-up proofs about Catalan independentist politicians, then they sent these fake news to the Minister of Interior of the Spanish Government, Jorge Fernández Díaz, who sent them to the Spanish media to be published as manufactured scandals on the front pages. This way, the Spanish media has spent years publishing fake information with the purpose of attacking the reputation and spreading fake ideas about Catalan independentists, including accusing many innocents of corruption, tax evasion, and personal family problems. All of these false accusations were widely talked about in Spanish media and became huge scandals, but when they were proven to be fake, the same media that published it would not include the news that these people had been declared innocents. Other ministers of the Spanish government like María Dolores de Cospedal and the president of Spain Mariano Rajoy were aware of it, and other ministries contributed to sending cherry-picked or false information to the Ministry of Interior for this scheme. All of this, of course, was paid for with public money coming from our taxes.
Nobody is surprised. This is just another day in Spain. The current Spanish Government has continued the espionage with Pegasus.
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Regarding Banana Pie's Money Trouble
Hello, everyone. This is FractiousLemon speaking. I'm a good friend of Banana Pie and I know there's been some controversy surrounding his financial situation, so I'd like to explain if I can.
First of all, I understand that the spot he's in right now looks shady. Our friends all had a lot of questions to ask about it at first as well. From the sound of things, he'd filed his taxes incorrectly over the past four years due to misunderstanding how the papers are written and not being aware that he could hire someone else to do the work for him. Honestly, I find this easy to believe. Filling out any kind of tax related paperwork is a nightmare for me and I know I'd be making the same mistakes if I didn't have anywhere else to go.
The tax department evidently updated their computer system recently, which made them aware of cases like his, of people who've incorrectly filed--either intentionally or not--and they contacted him saying that he owes the previous four years of back taxes.
Compounding the problem is the fact that he recently lost a job and then found a new one only to lose that job when the company began to lose business. He's unable to ask for help from his parents because they're currently going through a divorce and his only friends are other deadbeat artists like myself with no money to spare. And on top of it all, he has difficulty with English and social norms. There are many times when he doesn't know how to phrase himself correctly or doesn't understand that some of his actions may bother others.
I know this sounds like I'm making excuses, but I've known him for a long time and I can tell you he's a very good person. He's just struggling with a lot of things right now. Unfortunately, I don't have the money to spare and I'm sure many of you don't either, but I promise that he's not running a scam. He's just in a bad spot that seems to keep getting worse for him right now. I was there a few years ago during and after my divorce. Life can be rough at times.
In the end, I know he's sorry for upsetting you and for not explaining himself clearly. Again, I promise he's not a con artist. He's just a guy who struggles with money, language, and (at the moment) life in general. Go easy on him, please.
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What makes Steris Harms from Mistborn Era 2 the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:
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Steris-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!
Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.
[Image ID. White slide with a greyscale illustration of Steris on the left, taken from the 'The Bands of Mourning' novel. On the right there are text boxes which read,
"She has lists for everything. Every possibility, every outcome, she has a list for it. Evacuating the city? She has 15 different ways it could be done. City under a tsunami threat? She's got procedures. Needs to take her husband's place in a senate meeting? Don't worry, she's got a list of every senator and good talking points to impress them specifically. She loves taxes, treats them like a puzzle. She doesn't understand how to talk to people. No one ever gave her the sex talk and she doesn't understand what's expected of her in that department. She threatened to throw up on the table of a war meeting to get people to stop yelling and listen to what she had to say. (She keeps medicine in her purse to do just that if she needs to) She DID use that medicine to get her and her fiance out of a party so he could go chase bad guys. Her 'tism captivates her fiance so much he is so fascinated with her. I love her and my god she's got the 'tism something massive"
"It's canonical!"
"She was intentionally written as autistic. I love her"
"She's canonically autistic as confirmed by the author. As far as some of the textual evidence, she loves, and I mean really loves, lists; she makes so many lists and plans in order to navigate her world, and it means a lot if she's willing to change those plans for someone. She's prepared for everything; for one example, while staying at a hotel/inn, she gave the innkeeper a pamphlet full of all the different disasters that could happen while she and her companions were there and what to do in each case (including 'framed for murder,' which was like a dozen pages in and actually happened); for another example, when getting ready for her first wedding attempt, she tried to determine which of her fiance's enemies would show up, and she got several backups of their equivalent of wedding rings in case anything bad went down. And when she was first arranging her engagement to him, she wrote a many-pages-long contract for it, which included a provision for how they should go about it if either of them took a lover (her father cheated on her mother, so from her experience this was just a logical thing to factor into the plans, but also she'd been rejected by a few suitors in the past so she didn't expect much affection from this one--fortunately, time proved her wrong in this instance. By the end of the series they're quite in love, and enjoy dates like 'working on their house finances' or 'doing amateur metallurgy'). She can easily come off stiff and cold to someone who doesn't understand her well; part of it is the pressure she has, as a noblewoman expected to be competent in high society, to mask a lot, and she generally treats the details of social interaction as something to memorize, eventually explaining to her fiance (once they've known each other a while, and they're thawing out) that she has to prepare her witty quips way ahead of time, lest it all come out wrong." End ID.]
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Chapter 3 - To Be Phocid [Qedivar's research]
It's that time again. Ishmael is a teenage boy, fair warning.
I'm posting this on mobile so I cba linking the previous chapters but go into the siren tag to find them.
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Following these events, and at Maris’s insistence, Ishmael began to keep a journal. To the delight of this author, his writing was deep, introspective, and highly detailed. From now on, I no longer had to rely on pieced together scraps and reports, but from a primary source. As such, the way these events are related will shift a little, but that is only for events concerning Ishmael.
Cherta, unfortunately, did not keep a journal at this time and remains frustratingly opaque, given Ishmael’s somewhat biased recounting of their activities. Although one must concede to the difficulties of keeping a journal underwater, before the age of sub-aquatic writing systems, and with eighteen other overambitious adolescents in relatively close proximity.
Ishmael’s journal was recorded on a computerified device and was not written by hand, though his deep dream education had serviced to educate him in handwriting skills. This was tested when he was younger, as part of an evaluation to determine the extent of his dexterity. Although the notion of a form of writing which is stored in a purely hypothetical space is very odd, especially in its permanency, it has enabled us to access his thoughts at this day and age, whereas traditional aquatic knot-writing would have long since rotted away.
He wrote in the language of the Predecessors, which I believe to be the root of all air-speaking language families. The translation of these texts is what has taxed me more than any other part of this process, aside from the grievous bodily harm, and it has taken a fantastic span of time to achieve this translation. I cannot credit my sources for fear of implicating them but you can be assured that the finest minds of the Spire collaborated on this project. This Predecessor tongue is what is spoken in all of the videos, enabling me to learn it to a conversational level, though I am hardly fluent.
Some of the journal is rendered untranslatable due to it referring to objects or concepts which were considered common knowledge at the time, requiring no additional definition. These concepts or objects will be clearly marked. However, I believe much of the text to be familiar to many people, telling of the frustration and longing common and recognisable today. That said, I believe it is also important not to take for granted the relatability.
Ishmael is not always familiar to us and existed in a time we would find nigh incomprehensible. Do not take this as reason to doubt his interiority or personhood, and do not fall into the trap of believing that you would have done better in his place, that you would have seen clearly what he obviously did not (and had good reason not to). They may have been phocids, or the predecessors of phocids, but they were new. If you were the first of your kind, could you do better?
I will now present the text in chronological order, starting from the eve of his sixteenth birthday:
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Entry 1 – I hate seeing that baby siphonid. It’s still moving. It drags itself around on the leg the researchers didn’t take. Now I’m just going to remember this forever, since I wrote it down. Great. I hate that fucking noise. Why can’t they just get it to shut up?
Thank [deity]. They took it away.
Update – it didn’t even taste good.
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Entry 2 - Maris told me to talk more about my feelings. What does she know? Nobody understands me anyway. I don’t think they can feel all that on their face like me. The sipho noise kept touching me. The researchers are always talking about hydrofoils and antennae but I bet they don’t know what I do - how the siphos talk to each other. I told Callum and he didn’t know what I meant, even though he has a beard.
Talked to Lee again about sex since Dan said he wouldn’t tell me himself. I don’t think Lee told the truth about a lot of that stuff. The other kids sometimes joke around a bit too much, but it is kinda funny I guess.
Update - Dan shouted at me for asking, but now I have proof Lee was wrong.
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Entry 3 – The phocids click at each other underwater with their tongues.
Dan got so angry after I pulled my face hair out. He made the interns [untranslatable] search my room for the hairs and they actually found them. They didn’t even do anything with it, just put it in a bag and sealed it away. Looks like nobody wants it at all. Dan says Atom spent 120 billion nua making me, so I think one face hair is worth a few million. If I started selling them to the people outside the lab, I could buy my own stake of land on Siren just like them. I wouldn’t let Lee in. My fingers are probably worth a couple billion each.
Should I
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Entry 4 – Emer (the intern) looked at me like I did something wrong when she changed my pillowcases.
Spilled bile EVERYWHERE when they were testing me. I keep thinking about somehow saving it and trying to sell it. I’m supposed to be a digestive model for Siren food, so my insides are probably worth a lot. I should ask Dan when he calms down.
Callum came around to talk to Dan again. He’s getting really tall, he’s taller than me now even when I stand up straight. He’s so skinny, like the baby siphonids (I can snap one in half with just my teeth now). When Callum was there, he didn’t want to look at me, but I get it. They didn’t even cook the siphonid this time, it was raw and with the shell on. His leg is the same width as one of them.
Emer won’t stop changing my pillowcases. Is there a way to prevent them from smelling like that?? Callum hasn’t been around so I can’t ask. Maris thinks it’s just because people my age start getting sweaty but Dan specifically told me he made me not have sweat glands anywhere but my hands. Then he said the phocids do have sweat glands. I still don’t get the point of sweating if you’re already a stupid wet rat who lives in the
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Entry 5 – I’m seventeen now. Since I’m an adult, I decided to stop being reticent around the phocids. I want to know if they found a comfortable way to walk without the skin coming off their tails. So I went to talk to them today for the first time. There is a window where you can do it, they let it open ever since the climate control got busted again last month.
Cherta is really weird. I knew they couldn’t stay in the pool for very long because they might have a seizure but apparently it can happen any time, not just underwater. They have a button implant that makes their muscles relax. Anyway, their tails have thicker skin than mine so that was useless. But it is still worthwhile, I think, to meet with the phocids. They remind me why I am a human, and they are not. I kind of pity them because all they're ever going to be is a bunch of test subjects in a tiny swimming pool.
Cherta told me that one of the phocids died a year ago. I don’t remember Dan ever talking about it to me, but they said it was a big deal. Apparently they got pressure sickness when climate control broke the first time. I think Cherta broke it the second time, they sounded too proud to mention it. I don’t get it. Anyway, breaking stuff in the lab is against the rules and I think I’m going to tell Dan about that.
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Entry 6 – I made the right choice. Cherta got so angry when they found out I told on them that they had another seizure. The other phocids had to pull them out of the pool. Dan thought I did the right thing but I don’t think he liked me going to tell Cherta about it afterwards, told me no one likes a snitch. Well, then, what am I supposed to do? Just let it happen? I hope Cherta chokes on that gross pool water next time.
Dan suggested I go do something other than visit the phocids and I agree, they’re clearly not worth my time. I went to see Callum instead but he wasn’t in. He has a games console, I saw him show it off to Lee the other day. I wonder if he’d let me try it.
[End of Journal Entries]
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It paints an interesting picture. As Ishmael mentions, Cherta suffered permanent neurological issues as a result of their birth mishaps. This was a point of contention within the lab, beyond Ishmael’s knowledge; the finance manager of the settlement questioned the wisdom of keeping a test subject in an aquatic locomotion study group who could not spend much time underwater. Every time, however, Dan Loris would respond that Cherta now provided essential information about phocid neurology and drowning mechanisms.
The phocid whose death Ishmael mentions was number seventeen, Ambla. It is highly likely that number seventeen’s death was accidental, but the circumstances were not caused by a failure of the lab’s climate system.
I have found the experimental notes from that day; Ambla was brought to an isolated chamber which was controlled by the climate system, with its own test pool, and the quality of the atmosphere was changed to match that of the Precursor home planet. The force of gravity was thus increased. What the Humans did not expect was Ambla’s sudden inability to swim to the surface. They inhaled water, which settled in their lungs and caused them to drown even after they had been pulled out of the pool.
Dan expressed grief in his notes, and surprise. He did not understand why such a thing would occur and blamed the climate system for somehow altering the test beyond his parameters. This is likely what led to Cherta’s misconception that the climate system had killed one of their friends, and their subsequent sabotage of the climate system every few months after that.
But any phocid or selkie reading this will intimately recognise the problem, and I believe the mystery of Ambla’s death may now be solved. The water taken to fill the pool was likely Tel!am’s Blood, a phenomenon all sea-faring people will know about. The Precursors, it seemed, were unfamiliar with it, and had pumped water in to the pool which nobody could swim in. But with the increased gravity, even the fittest phocid would struggle to rise in shallow water.
Regardless, there exists a substantial gap between that last journal entry and the next. Almost a year, in fact, when Ishmael did not write at all, and neither did he participate in Maris’s therapy sessions. I do, however, have a copy of Callum’s journal with me which provides at least half of the narrative, incomplete as it is.
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Thea Mccafrey is dead (not really)
Meg Mccafrey -> Thea Mccafrey
Yo so like I'm making a new intro post (because I can)
archive- @chiefcrusadetree
also check out my actual url it looks kinda cool- https://megmcmeg.tumblr.com
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I'm Meg, I'm a minor.
Pronouns: she/her. You can call me anything; gendered complements (and insults ) are fine. I'm bisexual btw
I've got adhd
I'm Indian (if that holds any relevance)
My phone is always dying, if I have a conversation with you I'm always gonna worry about how weird I was and I will kill anyone who is able to link my irl identity to this blog
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Masterlist or something
-Get me to 2k notes
-Reading list
-Live reads (basically I read a book and post stuff I like about it online at the same time)
Heartstopper Volume 1 (Completed)
Heartstopper Volume 2 (Completed)
-Picrew list
-I act like an insecure girlfriend (collection of posts, you can simply look up the tag #megmc~insecure girlfriend~)
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Book Fandoms
Harry potter
Red White and Royal blue
Sherlock Holmes
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Fav artists
Queen
Taylor Swift
Moneskin
The killers
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Series/ movies
Harry potter
Heartstopper
Rwrb
Full house
Fuller house
Friends
Brooklyn 99
Modern family
The entire Ocean's series
Now you see me
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DNI
Adults (I get if you're reposting or commenting once in a while, but you know what I mean)
Homophobes
Racists
Sexists
Bigots in general
NSFW blogs
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Tags
sheer queer: all queer content
killer queen: Queen (the band)
dumblydore: Harry potter related stuff
History Huh: Red white and royal blue stuff
megmcmeg: my shitposts
divider dump: reposting dividers i hope to use
Legends of Tumblr: really famous posts that I've only seen in screenshots
megmcmemes: funny shit
megmcbooks: book crap
megmc~insecure girlfriend~ : Collection of posts where I act like an insecure girlfriend.
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mootlist
updated 16.2.24
@ezraisfallingapart @catinasink @ali-da-demon @eddiethebanished @a-chaotic-business @zombieleon @discoveredreality @i-like-swiss-cheese @nickbutnodick @dobry-slimak @thedvilsinthedetails @toulouseradiosilence @laula521 @chaotic-beannn @anne-is-okay @the-lionsheartlionsheart @plumspider @blue-the-berry-boy @ambiguousoup @ballisticallytestedwensleydale
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(I'm so sorry for tagging yall again I just wanted to save the list somewhere)
@eddiethebanished - youngest sibling
@zombieleon - cousin
@ballisticallytestedwensleydale - tax fraud uncle💀
@ali-da-demon - middle child u couldnt forget if you tried
@nononsenseneanderthal- big brother
@dobry-slimak -sibling
@parasite-2 / @shortgaything - gay cousin
@ezraisfallingapart -a parent u can go to 4 advice :)
@a-chaotic-business - a gay family friend who technically isnt related to anyone but is family at this point
@url0cal-weird0 - cool witchy queer uncle
@catinasink - youngest cousin
@megmcmeg - Oldest sis
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Oh and to see if anyone actually reads all this,
if you came till here, could you like go into the comments and type
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(idk just feels like nobody would read this crap)
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shyhandart · 3 months
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Commissions closed
Thank you for your interest! Heres what you need to know:
I Will do:
Humans/Humanoids (object heads/elves/mermaids/etc)
Anthros
Ferals
Ponies
cannon x oc or self ship
fanart
complex/detailed designs
and more!
I will not do:
nsfw
rude/offensive gestures
hateful or bigoted art
Maybe:
• Gore (depends)
I maintain the right to turn down any commission for any reason
Pricing
I currently accept PayPal and Cashapp only. All prices are in USD
Full bodies:
Flat color: $50
Shaded: $65
Colored lineart: +$10
Half bodies:
Flat color: $35
Shaded: $45
Colored lineart: +$8
Busts:
Flat color: $20
Shaded: $25
Colored lineart: +$5
Each additional character is +50% of the base price*
*(except for busts, which are +75%)
If you have an idea for something not listed here, please ask!
Backgrounds
I have recently changed my tune about backgrounds. If you would like a background, let me know and i will tell you if i think im up to it. Complex backgrounds are a fee of +%50 as they take a lot of time. If you have multiple characters, the background price is calculated AFTER the price of the additional characters. It is up to me to decide what a complex background is.
Simple/abstract backgrounds remain free of charge. If i think a work would benefit from it, i will put a solid or swirly colored shape behind it and send you a version with and without the background so you can decide which you like better. You may request a basic background on your own.
TOS:
I retain the right to post your completed piece to any of my social medias to use as an example of my work and a testament to my reliability. I will credit you when I do.
All payments are non-refundable unless for some reason i am unable to finish your piece, or we get part way through the process and i feel that i am unable to do your character(s) justice.
You MAY:
Post your completed piece wherever you please WITH appropriate credit by either linking my page or simply stating my name and platform.
edit my art in regards to cropping for profile pictures, adding an overlay to fit a theme, and resizing to fit a platform better
You may NOT:
feed my hard work to ai
use it for anything NFT related
claim it as your own
remove my watermarks
use it commercially
What is the process?
It's pretty simple! Send me a dm with a photo of your character(s) and tell me what you'd like. Let me know if you need a few days to get the money, or if there's a time constraint (like if the piece is a birthday or holiday gift). If you don't have an idea for a pose, please include a brief description of their personality. If there's characters interacting, let me know their relationship to one another and their dynamic.
I will respond with a price and if you're ok with proceeding I will mock up a vague sketch so you can get an idea of what it would look like. This will be watermarked and it will not even be very recognizable as your character. That's because I have been scammed and ghosted in the past, even with a very rough and watermarked sketch.
After that you will send 100% of the payment in order for me to proceed. Please note that PayPal takes a cut of the money in taxes when you send it as a buisness purchase. Be kind and send a little extra so that i actually receive full payment for the commission.
I work on a first come first serve basis, but i may work on a piece while waiting for approval on another. I will let you know if there is someone ahead of you. Once payment is received i will message you frequently with updates and for approval. Once lineart is finalized, i will update less often in order to creater a better final reveal. Your final piece will already be glazed to fight against ai stealing my style.
Depending on my life circumstances, this whole process could take from 1-3 days up to a month. The later is very unlikely, and i will message you with updates if i feel i am taking too long.
Examples of my work:
These are simply commissions that ive done in the past! I have many more examples of personal art on my blog
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top to bottom: Bunyo and Sasha who belong to @/ilikecorndogs, Honey who belongs to to @/mei, and Solace who belongs to @/sundryd
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blueathens · 1 year
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Act One - It’s Not Like The Movies
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Criminal!Reader x Prince!Charles Leclerc Reader x Charles Leclerc AU! - Fantasy/Adventure/Influenced by Books/Movies/Fairytales/Disney
Features: Other Known People (Mason Mount, Ruben Dias, Daniel Ricciardo, Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris etc (used all fictionally)) and self created characters too
Everyone is aged differently, and age-differences have been changed - follow the character profiles to understand more.
(Part of my Charles Universe)
Playlist
Writing Rule||Character List||Navigation||Masterlist  
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synopsis ⇢ In an alternative universe there’s a world where a prince falls for a criminal in a world so different from ours. It’s a story to be told to the (older) kids who were raised on fairytales and dreams of living in a different world. To the ones who thought it was wrong to dream of another place. To the readers who look up at the stars and wish.
This is for the ones who dream.
Prince Charles Leclerc of Eynsworth Castle, the second born to the King and Queen of England (very different to our world). Focusing on training with his countries army, Lorenzo stepped down from being next in line to the throne and handed it over to Charles who very happily accepted on being the new king when his father passes who steps down from being king. Their family was the most known and loved family of the world, all very happy with the decision of Charles being next in line when he reached the age of fourteen.
Charles Leclerc is a good person, and he’s kind, but he certainly wasn’t prepared when an arrow nearly hit him by the well known ‘Robin Hood.’ She was the lost child of the streets, no home, no family to go back to, nothing but a dragon’s heart and friends of all kinds.
She stole from the rich and gave to the poor, she was the face drawn on many wanted posters as she played up to her ‘criminal’ acts, dodging guards and hiding from those who wanted her blood. Y/n L/n is a good person though, and she’s kind, but she certainty was caught when she shot the arrow...
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main genres ⇢ alternative universe, found family, mythical creatures au, mutual pinning, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends, platonic love, strangers to enemies, friends to lovers, arranged marriage (unrequited love), right person but wrong timing, childhood enemies to friends, soulmates, opposites attract, lovers in denial, criminal x prince, fight to get back to you, secret relationship
↳ fluff, angst and smut are all included into this series
warning ⇢ explicit content, graphic violence, gore, mature themes, strong language, death (including main characters, side character, minor characters), mental health and injuries, alcohol/drugs/smoking,
↳ please refrain if you are sensitive to any of these themes. Please also keep in mind that not all warnings may be listed above - all warnings though fit into the series.
note ⇢ updates will be once a week, the day of the week has not been decided yet or what time it will come out on those days. Those will sorted once planning is completed. I’m hoping this will get me out of my many months worth of writes block :)
↳ to be informed when there’s an update, you can either turn @blueathens notifications on, or ask to be added to the series’ masterlist.
status ⇢ planning and writing
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act one blurb ⇢ The hatred begins in the teens, one hating the other more whilst the other only holds hatred due to their families beliefs, but it shortly fades away and leaving the mutual enemy relation to just one-sided.
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o. teaser
i. chapter one: once upon a time
ii. chapter two: father knows best - arriving soon-
iii. chapter three: one jump ahead - arriving soon-
iv. chapter four: all hail prince arthur - arriving soon-
v. chapter five: under the pale moon -arriving soon-
vi. chapter six: the witches - arriving soon-
vii. chapter seven: all hail prince charles -arriving soon-
viii. chapter eight: taxes -arriving soon-
ix. chapter nine: i just can’t wait to be king -arriving soon-
x. chapter ten: aramore -arriving soon-
xi. chapter eleven: poor cindy -arriving soon-
xii. chapter twelve: king of hearts -arriving soon-
xiii. chapter thirteen: gaston -arriving soon-
xiv. chapter fourteen: the pied piper -arriving soon-
xv. chapter fifteen: little john -arriving soon-
xvi. chapter sixteen: loves me, loves me not -arriving soon-
xvii. chapter seventeen: i have a dream -arriving soon-
xviii. chapter eighteen: part of your world -arriving soon-
xix. chapter nineteen: down goes aramore -arriving soon-
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lullaby-for-a-shark · 8 months
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Hamildaddies Update
I have finished the first two songs
Alexander Hamilton/These Four Dads, yeah
Aaron Burr, Sir/Put Down That Phone, Son
Lyrics under the cut, pray for me :)
(also a TW for suicide, just in relation to Cern, it’s fleeting and unspecific)
These Four Dads, Yeah
ERIN
How would a vegan, rocker, son of a dick
And a coach dad, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the forgotten realms, by some guys in purple robed collars
Get out in time for them to play soccer
CERN
An extreme, green, man who's always oh so very keen
Dad to two whack tweens, who steal all his time to clean
Having to stand between
His kids and a naked tree
His crunchy munchiness is all part of his neat routine 
SCAM LIKELY
And every day he would pray 
his step son wouldn’t cast him away, would this be the day?
He struggled and kept his guard up
Inside he was longing for something to be apart of
The step dad was ready to be, steal, or borrow a father 
RATTICUS FINCH
Then a guitar riff played, the Glenn Close Trio reigned 
Christmas music now rise, rising from the grave
Put a doobie in his face hole, let it ease his brain
Donning an awesome belt chain, to cover up all the pain
PAEDEN
Well, the word got around, they said ‘damn this guy can coach, man’
Good at doing dishes, the kitchen is his main land
He quit his college education 
On tax day he came
These dads, the words gonna know their names
The fuck are they man?
ENSEMBLE
These four dads, yeah
God please help these four dads, yeah
Your heart apart they will quickly tear
If you just wait, if you just wait
WALTER
With their kids they will split, various levels of tear ridden
In a short time they’ll have to find out where they’re hidden
Are they dead? Coping with being sick and brain thick?
And the longer we take the faster time seems to tick
YEET BIGLEY
They make some cool friends
One of which wants to commit suicide
His dead kids left him with broken pride
Nothing new inside
Henry says ‘McStuffins you gotta fend for yourself’
Which led to him retreating
A deck of cards placed placed on the shelf
DOUG
With their kids their conflicts they will have to try to dispute 
Before they’re all dead or destitute
Without a cent of restitution
Dealing with scamming while lamming
Henry and Darryl being ignored
Ron and Glenn mostly enjoying being abroad 
Scamming will become a real issue from now on
Planning seems impossible when you drive on
The issue at hand while in your cool van
ENSEMBLE
In the forgotten realms you can improve as a man
In the forgotten realms you can improve as a man
(If you just wait)
In the forgotten realms you can improve as a man
(If you just wait)
In the forgotten realms you can improve as a man
In the forgotten realms, forgotten realms
PAEDEN
If you just wait
ENSEMBLE
These four dads, yeah
(These four dads, yeah)
Mass destruction followed you
(Destruction followed you)
You never backed down
‘Cause you were running out of time
Oh, these four dads, yeah
(These four dads, yeah)
When all the friends you made sing for you
Will they know what you overcame?
That lives were lost to win the game?
Your world will never be the same, oh
ERIN
The van in in San Dimas now
See if you can spot them
They cannot possibly know 
That they will hit rock bottom
CERN
Their fatherhood destroyed their rep in the world of forgotten
CERN
Me, I fought with them
ERIN
Me, I helped them
PAEDEN
Me, I loved them
SCAM LIKELY
And me?
I'm the awesome guy that scammed ‘em
Your hearts apart they’ll quickly tear
If you just wait
They fuck are they man?
These four dads, yeah!
Put Down That Phone, Son
ENSEMBLE
Two Thousand and Nineteen
San Dimas
DARRYL
Put down that phone once you’ve won, son
GRANT
What is it this time?
DARRYL
Oh well tons, son 
You see I, Darryl Wilson have a task, son
We’ve got a job to do
GRANT
Oh goddamn it
DARRYL
Son, I know you love your soccer and I thought that maybe you could make some more friends
And you could get sorta buddy-buddy with that team of yours
If we carpool it could be fun, son
And look, there’s Glenn over there
GRANT
The weed one?
DARRYL
Yes!
Morning Glenn Close, I’ll have to shake your hand we’re not here for social revolution 
GLENN
I look at him like he’s stupid
DARRYL
I’m not stupid
So, your sons smoking weed, ha, guess they grow up so fast
GLENN
He’s only thirteen, but why wait for more time to pass?
DARRYL
About the smoking weed, of course
I’ve done it, God, back in ninety-four
I smoked more weed than we possibly could have ever
Paid for
GLENN
Can I get in the car?
DARRYL
That would be nice
GLENN
While we’re talking let me offer you some free advice
Care less
DARRYL
What?
GLENN
Chillax more
DARRYL
Ha
GLENN
‘Cause why would you want to live life like that for?
DARRYL
You can’t be serious 
GLENN
You wanna get ahead?
DARRYL
Yes
GLENN
Dads who are too square wind up dead
LARK 
Ah-yuh-yo-yo-yo, yo!
What time is it
SPARROW
Show time!
GLENN
Stop that dread
LARK
Showtime, showtime! Yo!
I’m Lark Oak in the place to be
And I’m punching the absolute shit out of this tree
And even though my dad may frown at me
Violence is the coolest in the world, you see
SPARROW
Yes yes brother, that’s as true as it can get
I Sparrow am one half of the best twin set
My enemies have scars
I make them see spinning stars
We are cool and awesome and et-cet-e-ra
HENRY
Guys Guys, I am the Henry Oak
Just a bloke, don’t choke
I heard your mother say “it’s not a joke”
So I don’t wanna enforce nor endorse
Your energy ‘cause it’s your passions source
So if you could get right into the car, sons
And later you can continue with your little
HENRY, LARK AND SPARROW
Revolution!
HENRY
With my extensive environmental knowledge
I suppose carpooling is fine if it’s acknowledged?
TERRY JR 
Good luck with that, I’m making you walk
Your shit oatmeal spit is even sick of your talk
I still don’t understand why the fuck you are here for
RON
I here ‘cause I’m your step dad
And you’re someone to cheer for 
GRANT
Ugh, are we good, are we good, are we good?
DARRYL
Yes we should be good son, yes we should…
edit: pasting the lyrics in instead of having screenshots
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