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kimbapmmbapbap · 3 years

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More k-dramas y'all should watch

So, at the end of 2017, I created a post going through my favourite dramas of all time. Obviously, I have watched more dramas since then so I have a few more dramas that everyone needs to watch!!

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon

This is an obvious one, so if you haven't watched it, have you been living under a rock?? When I first heard of it just before it came out, I thought it was going to be a rip off of weightlifting fairy Kim bok joo. But boy, was I wrong!! This drama has the perfect amount of romance, comedy, thriller and crime, so it is a good all rounder drama!! The whole cast (not just the leads) had amazing chemistry. The only flaw with this drama is that it does queerbait a little. I wish they either didn't add it in the story or fully went with that the main lead is Bi.

The story surrounds a girl with superhuman strength who wants to be a video game designer. She has always hid her strength due to fear if hurting others and losing her power. She in a unrequited love with her childhood friend who is now a police officer. She then crosses the path of a CEO of a video game company and her starts to become more chaotic. With a serial killer on the loose, Do Bong Soon needs to decide if she will keep a low profile or use her powers for the better good while also falling in love on the way.

While You Were Sleeping

Again, an obvious one, but it has to be watched!! Like strong woman, I was a little apprehensive of this one. Mainly because I hadn't heard good things about Suzy's acting before this came out. But it really surprised me and I really loved it! I'm a sucker for anything crime related, so with a really cute love story as well, it was amazing!! It has really good chemistry and likable characters. The second male lead is also amazing!! I usually don't get second male lead syndrome, but damn I felt it even though I also really loved the main lead. I can't really find any faults with it.

The story surrounds two people who can see the future through dreaming. This includes good and bad things. When the female reporter about dying while on the job, she quite her job to try and changes her fate. A prosecuter move across the street from her, initially they do not get on and their bond starts to grow. Together, they use both of their skills and their power to help change the future and solve crimes along the way. They also soon realise that this is not the first time they have crossed paths.

Psychopath Diary

I cannot recommend this drama enough!! Honestly, it is so underrated!!! Yoon Shi Yoon's performance is incredible, he really embodies the role here. It is so funny, and sweet. You also see a serial killer low key but high key fall in love with the male lead, so there is major gay vibes. The only issue I have with it is, I wish there was a little romance involved. But it is a not a major want.

The story surrounds a pushover who is working at a stocks company. After a major issue arises, he becomes the Scapegoat of the company and is being blamed for it, even though he tried to prevent it. Due to this, he decides that he will end his life. On the way to do this, he witnesses a murder and accidentally picks up the serial killer's diary. While trying to escape, he gets hit by a car and gets amnesia. When he wakes up and reads the diary, he believes that he is the serial killer.

Honestly, please watch this drama, it is so so so funny, the chemistry of the whole cast is incredible. It also possibly has one of my favourite villians in any drama.

Your Honor / Dear Judge

Yes, I am a simp Yoon Shi Yoon. He is just so good and thus role just confirms it! His acting is incredible, king of the double roles! He plays twins and you really tell when either pop up on screen which one he is. This is a really wholesome drama that makes you cry. It has some really sweet moments in it, the leads have such good chemistry. This only issues with this one is that the ending felt rushed. I hate that the TV company changed it from 20 eps to 16 eps.

The story follows a set of twins. Twin A is a top judge in Korea, who is incredibly smart and is living a rich life. Twin B is a criminal who has been screwed over multiple times by the justice system and Twin A. Their mother always sides with A and will tell B not to bother him. When A goes missing, B goes undercover and takes his brothers place. He soon learns about the corrupt world of the court system and his brother. B meets a law student who is meant to be shadowing A. Like B, she has also been affected by the corrupt system and is wanting to be a judge to convict those who have wronged her. Together they fight the system while also falling in love.

Because This is Our First Life

This is a slice of life drama so will have some heavy moments in it. But on the whole, it is just so lovely and cute. The acting is incredible, they really take on the role. It also has one of the best female friendships which is not toxic, they all genuinely care for eachother and want eachother to achieve their dreams. It also has some true badass moments in it as well! I feel like all slice of life dramas have this, but it does have some frustrating moments where the characters are almost purposely making their life's difficult

The story focuses on a woman who is a drama script writer. Due to her patriarchal family who always favour her brother and being let down by her crush, she wants to move out. She ends up moving in with a friend of a friend of a friend. It is to her surprise that the person who she is moving in with is a man who is very much stuck in his own ways and likes to stick to routine. Due to their own desires to be on their own, they decide to get married to relieve the pressure that their families are giving them. This (of course) causes issues and both have to learn about their new feelings for eachother while trying to get through the struggles of life.

Thirty but Seventeen

This drama is the definition of wholesome and cute. I feel that while I was watching it, it went by so quickly and I always had a smile on my face. The romance is so cute and lovely and you could tell they really cared about eachother. The side characters were also amazing and sweet. Honestly, the acting is incredible. The female lead does an amazing job.

The story follows woman who as a child was involved in a bus accident and fell into a coma. She wakes up over ten years later and learns that her family have stopped coming to see her. While on the search for her family, she resides with a man and his brother who are now living in her old family home. The two soon learn that there are more connected than they thought. With the man trying to push her away, the more his feelings grow for her.

Introverted Boss

This is a revenge to love story. It on the whole is a really cute drama where you get to see the leads grow for the better. The acting is incredible and you really fall in love with the leads and the support cast (except for the second lead). It is not a perfect drama, but it is a really easy watch with an interesting story.

The female lead is a stage actress who quits her job to work at a marketing firm. This firm happens to be where her sister used to work. She is out to get revenge against the CEO of the company who she blames for her sister's death. She learns that the CEO is extremely introverted and becomes confused by how he was responsible for her sister's death. As the story goes by, she becomes more intrigued by him and focuses less on revenge and more on helping him open up.

Vincenzo

Ahhhhh, how do express my love for this one!! It is just amazing!! The story was so well thought out and the actors did a fantastic job. It was so satisfying to watch, I wanted to be a member of the mafia lol. The villians were also incredible, like I just love this drama so much. Like Your Honor, the only issue with this one is that the ending felt rushed.

The story surrounds a Korean man who was adopted into an Italian family and became the consiglerie of the mafia. After an issue with his adoptive family, he travels back to Korea in search an insane amount of gold bars which happens to be underneath an unsuspecting block of flats. He then gets involved with a major legal court case with a pharmaceutical company. As he delves deeper into the case, dark secrets start to get revealed.

#strong woman do bong soon #while you were sleeping #Psychopath Diary #your honor #dear judge #30 but 17 #thirty but seventeen #because this is my first life #introverted boss #vincenzo #kdrama #korea #k-drama #k drama #kpop #song jong ki #yoon shi yoon #lee jong suk #suzy

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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a bit of stress relief

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Summary/Request: Can you PLEASE write about Freddie coming to your work and having a quickie in your office

Warning: smut, fluff, whiny Freddie

Author’s Note: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED for a bit. I do have one more in my inbox right now so I’ll add it to my drafts but after I write that I won’t be taking requests for... a while. Maybe a month? I have a few series I want to finish up before I start having requests piling up. I always love seeing my inbox full of requests for different types of fics, so this isn’t forever, just until I’m able to finish my Gally series for sure and possibly my 9-1-1 series. This request was fun and I just couldn’t say no lol. Thanks in advance for your understanding and I hope I’ll be able to get back to requests sooner than later but I’ll keep y’all updated! Stay Golden, loves! <3

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Your boss asked you to go into the office on a Saturday to finish an assignment that she had forgotten to mention earlier in the week. You would’ve argued that you had plans but your boss said it was for a presentation the next morning that they needed the information for

“I’m sorry, Freddie,” you whined to your boyfriend as he tried to convince you to stay at his apartment, “believe me, I’d much rather be here but I’m not about to get fired...”

“It’s not your assignment, it’s hers,” he argued, “she made the mistake. Why do you have to do it for her?”

“It’s my job” you admitted

“Except when it’s not...” he groaned

“Freddie,” you sighed, “I won’t be long I promise. I just need to go in and print up some stuff and make a couple calls. Nothing major...”

“So why can’t your boss do it?” he challenged, “it’s her mistake, so.. she should be responsible for fixing it”

“I know,” you repeated, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek, “but I can’t lose this job. I have loans to pay off”

“You know I can help with that”

“No,” you scoffed, “no you absolutely cannot. I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything. That’s not the relationship we have... I’m not your sugar baby”

“But you could be”

“But I don’t wanna be”

“Alright...” he laughed, kissing your nose playfully

“I’ll call you when I’m finished okay. I give it one, two hours tops”

“If you’re not finished in two hours, I’m coming down there and taking you home” he teased

“Okay,” you scoffed, “I’ll see you later.” You got to the office and rushed into your boss’s office to find the information you needed to work on. The office was empty, as it should’ve been, but when you heard the door open and close, you popped your out of the door to see who was there, “Hello?” you called

“(Y/N)?” your co-worker asked

“Mason? What are you doing here?” you returned, noticing now that a bunch of your co-workers were walking in

“We could ask you the same thing” he chuckled

“Laura forgot to do stuff for the presentation tomorrow, so she asked me to come in and do it”

“For the conference?”

“Yup”

“Yeah,” he replied, “our team is having the same issue. Except they’re saying they ‘lost it’ or that it ‘must have gotten deleted somehow’ so now we have to be here all day trying to fix this”

“Why are any of this people in charge again?” you asked

“Maybe they slept their way to the top” he joked before waving you goodbye and heading to his station. You started at this company as an intern, mostly handing out mail and grabbing coffee for everyone, but they kept you around because you had a good eye for graphic design which was important in a marketing firm. However, your boss, Laura, had replaced Debra, the former Head of Marketing, a month before you were hired to be her assistant and she really wasn’t all that fond of you. She claimed that your degree should be in Business or Marketing not Graphic Design and that you’d only ever be an assistant in this industry so ‘don’t hope for more than that.’ You didn’t think too much of her comments though, at the end of the day, you had a job to you and you were going to do it well; even if it meant coming in on the weekend to do her forgotten assignments. When you finally found Laura’s papers, you groaned audibly, realizing this wasn’t going to be quick work

“Hey!” Freddie greeted you from the other end of the line when you called him to let him know what was happening

“Hey...” you sighed

“What?” he groaned, “what’s going on?”

“It looks like I’m gonna be here for a while. Laura underplayed how much work there was for me to do...”

“You can’t really be doing this?” he whined

“Babe, I have to. I told you, it’s my job. But,” you added, hoping it would make him feel better, “it’s not just me! Apparently, all the senior staff forgot to do these super important assignments for the conference. So, a bunch of us are here working until we finish them”

“You need to quit this job,” he grumbled, “clearly no one is good at what they were hired to do”

“I can’t quit unless I have something lined up,” you argued, “babe, I’m sorry. I know I promised that we’d lay in bed all weekend because this was the first time that you had free time but I have to do this. I promise, I’ll work as fast as I can but the longer I’m on the phone, the longer I’m at the office. So, I gotta go. I love you and I’ll see you as soon as I’m done okay?”

“Call me and I’ll pick you up,” he replied, “you shouldn’t have to take an Uber back here...”

“Okay,” you smiled, “that would be nice. Talk soon. Love you”

“Love you, too” he said before you ended the call. You took a deep breath and started getting to work. Organizing timelines and trying to understand doctors-note-handwriting from past meetings

“How can she possibly expect me to be able to understand this?” you thought to yourself. You signed onto her computer and were immediately left in shock at the jumbled mess of her desktop, “holy fuck!” you exclaimed silently, it’s no wonder she gets nothing done, “she’s the most unorganized person I’ve ever seen!” You spent the next 20 minutes opening files to find what you were looking for, closing what was not it immediately so you could legally say you didn’t see anything, and then you had to spend the next half an hour printing documents and running back and forth between Laura’s office and the copy room

“How’s it goin’?” Rob, one of the other team members who was forced to come in and work on a Saturday, asked when he noticed you rushing throughout the room

“Oh, you know, I’m sure I’ll have a panic attack in the next, oh, twenty or so minutes” you replied, sighing as you walked back to the printer one last time. You had managed to get most of the paper work done but you still had to make a few phone calls to get estimates on some of the ad spaces needed and whether or not there could be a discount involved for the company

“Hey!” Freddie said gleefully, walking into your boss’ office like he owned the place

“Freddie,” you gasped, a slight sneer on your tone, “what are you doing here?”

“I came to see you...” he replied, furrowing his brow at your response, “when you said you were gonna be longer than you thought, I thought I’d come down and surprise you. Maybe take the stress off a little?”

“That’s sweet, babe,” you smiled, noticing the look in his eyes and realizing what he was really there for, “but I have to make some calls so I can’t... do that”

“We can make it work” he teased, biting his bottom lip quickly before pulling you close to him

“Fred...” you whined, kissing him once before pushing him away from you and walking back to Laura’s desk, “I really do have to work. You can sit if you want but that’s it...” he slumped onto the plush couch against the window and frowned before scrolling through his phone as you started to call the businesses on your list. After about 10 minutes, you noticed Freddie peering up from his phone to look over at you, as if he was trying to get you to hang up the phone just from a look, choosing to walk over to you when you didn’t. “Yes, that’s right. I know you’ve been with us for quite some time and our relationship has helped both our businesses grow,” you spoke as Freddie swiveled you and your chair out from the desk, “we want that relationship to keep growing” you continued before noticing the smirk on Freddie’s face as he hovered over you, kissing your neck as you tried to pay attention to the call. “Mhmm,” you said to the person on the other end of the phone, distracted by Freddie’s lips pressing against the sensitive skin on your neck, his hot breath cascading down your neck, “mhm, sure. I understand” you said again, trying not to let on what was happening. “Laura is so sorry she couldn’t make this call to you herself,” you lied, Freddie kissing his way down to your core, pulling off your leggings quickly and kissing your inner thighs as you spoke, “however, she is excited to showcase your work to those at our conference tomorrow. We all just wanted to make sure the numbers were 100% accurate...” you had to bite your lip and move the receiver end of the phone from your mouth in case any sound escaped when you felt Freddie’s tongue finally press against your clit. “Oh that’s great!” you exclaimed when the partner on the phone added a discount to the quote you’d already been given, claiming that, had he known other businesses would be hearing of his services earlier, he would’ve offered it sooner. “Thank you so much,” you smiled, Freddie’s hands pulling your body closer to his him as his mouth brought you closer and closer to your orgasm, “I or Laura will let you know how everything goes. Thank you again” you said quickly before hanging up the phone. “Fuck,” you cursed breathlessly, “oh my god, Freddie!” your back was forced to arch, as you were pretty much falling out of your seat as Freddie continued to stimulate your clit, only now moving his finger to caress your folds before slowly inserted it inside of you and pumping until you whimpered, tugging at his hair. “Freddie,” you squeaked, trying not to be heard from outside the office, “fuck” you repeated quietly, your grip loosening from his hair as his ministrations slowed and your breathing steadied.

“How’s your stress now?” he smirked, wiping his mouth casually before standing up in front of you once more

“You can’t do that” you said, small pants escaping your lips, making Freddie believe you less than you intended

“I think I can” he teased

“I was on a business call, Fred!” you exclaimed, pulling your leggings back up, “what if they heard something?”

“They would only hear something if you let them” he countered and, ultimately, you knew he was right but you still shook your head

“You can’t do that” you repeated and he scoffed, hovering over you once more to taunt you with a kiss but stopped right in front of your lips

“We’ll see about that...” he smirked, taking his hands away from the chair and walking back to sit on the couch

“What’s goin’ on with you?” you asked

“I just want to be with you,” he whined, giving you puppy dog eyes and earning a scoff from you, “that’s what we were supposed to be doing anyway...”

“I told you we would when I got home...” you said

“Come here,” he said, patting his thigh, “come sit on my lap” you chuckled but obliged. You wrapped your arms around his neck after sitting on his thigh, playing with his hair and kissing his nose before he spoke again, “see, isn’t this better than making a few phone calls?” he asked, his hand beginning to rub your back lightly

“You know I would rather be doing this, or more than this, with you,” you admitted, leaning in and kissing him softly, letting your lips linger a moment before you pulled back, “but I have to do this stuff...”

“Just a quickie...” he whispered, “and then I’ll go. Then we can pick up at home”

“This is my boss’s office” you whined

“All the more reason to do it. We’re in a private spot, secluded from everyone else, it’s perfect” he replied, kissing your jaw before moving down to your neck and you let your head fall back to give him more room

“Mmmm,” you hummed, melting into his kiss, “I can’t”

“(Y/N)...“ he groaned

“Just a few more calls,” you argued, “I don’t have a lot left. Just like, five, maybe six”

“That’s a lot. How long are each of those calls? 10 minutes? 20?” he asked, “we could do a lot with that time...”

“Stop,” you smiled, standing up from his lap and walking back to the desk chair, “just a few more calls...” you repeated. He slunk into the couch and angrily unlocked his phone while you picked up Laura’s phone and began dialing. You were able to make three calls before Freddie began sighing loudly across the room and you had to glare at him, which is when the texts started

“I want you” he sent as you spoke to another advertising partner on the phone

“Like now” another came through

“I’m gonna come over there”

“And make you cum again” you glared up at him and he smiled

“And again” you shook your head, turning off your sound so the partner didn’t hear the constant dinging

“And again”

“Until you can’t cum anymore” you noticed him smile as he thought up more responses and you threw a pencil at him, still paying attention to the conversation on the phone before mouthing ‘stop’ to Freddie but he just shook his head with a teasing smile

“You won’t be able to walk”

“Your legs will be numb”

“Your chest will be heaving because you can’t catch your breath”

“You’re gonna crave my dick”

“Every time you move”

“You’ll have to physically stop yourself from jumping me in public”

“Because you’re still feeling me inside you” your eyes went wide as you read his messages, heat flooding your face as you ended the call, forcing yourself to dial another number before Freddie could get the upper hand. He slowly made his way to the desk once more and you gulped as you swallowed the saliva that had filled your mouth, Freddie hung up the phone before it ever even really began to ring

“Seriously, don’t...” you whispered, knowing that you were about to break from whatever move he made next

“But I want to” he growled, grazing your nose with his and you started to give in when he walked toward the door, “crap” you thought to yourself when you thought he was about to leave but he was only locking the door

“What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, “that was unlocked this whole time?!”

“Yeah?” he chuckled

“Freddie! What would have happened if someone walked in earlier?”

“They would’ve gotten a great show” he replied, walking over to you, leaning over you but not doing anything. You took a deep breath before running your hands up his arms, tangling your fingers in his hair before bringing him down to kiss you

“We have to be quick...” you whispered, earning a grin from Freddie before he pulled your leggings off and directed your thighs around his waist so he could pick you up to carry you to the couch. You laughed when he sat down and you fell into him clumsily, “quiet” you shushed him before kissing him slowly and trailing your hands down to his waistband, pushing his pants down just enough to free his erection while his hands lifted your shirt up, stopping to massage your breasts. You heard a laugh outside of the office and stopped what you were doing, “wait,” you whispered, “I think someone’s there” he didn’t listen, kissing your neck and lining himself up with your entrance before bucking his hips to yours; your nails digging into his shoulders to stop yourself from making any sound. His hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you, bringing your attention back to him while your lips found each other in a clumsy rush to muffle the sounds of each other’s moans

“Fuck,” Freddie moaned first, “fuck” you were about to reciprocate his sentiment when the phone rang and your head jerked back in panic

“Shit” you sighed, worry mixing with pleasure as Freddie continued to grip your hips tightly

“Ignore it” he said, kissing your peaked nipple over your shirt before moving a hand to your core, but your head still stayed looking at the ringing phone

“What if it’s her?” you whined, referring to your boss

“Ignore it” he repeated

“What if it’s one of the partners or the vendors? What if it’s one of the really important clients?” you asked, knowing he wouldn’t give any helpful advice other than

“Ignore it” he said once more, pulling your face back to his before kissing you harshly. The phone stopped ringing and you felt a faint sense of peace course through you as you softened the kiss that Freddie had started, your tongue begging for his lips to part, a muffled moan intertwining with his warm breath as it brushed over your exposed neck. Your tongue danced with his for a while as his fingers circled your clit, pressing down on the sensitive flesh every so often

“Fuck” you breathed finally, now beginning to ride him faster, feeling his thighs flex underneath you as he welcomed the sensation of you crashing onto him. “Fuck,” you repeated, “shit, oh my god. Fuck Freddie” you felt your climax build as his lips met your neck, his finger still working on your clit while you rode him harder; the loud ringing of the phone the only thing that brought you back to where you were. “Ugh” you groaned

“Leave it” he groaned back

“Fuck” you sighed, reluctantly ignoring the phone to continue fucking your incredibly broad shoulder boyfriend

“That’s my girl” he smirked, watching you bounce up and down his length

“Fuck, Freddie, I’m gonna cum” you panted, your hands clutching his shirt as your hips began to shake. “Sh-i-it, god fuck! Freddie” you moaned, still trying to be as quiet as possible but knowing that everyone in the office was probably putting on noise cancelling headphones just to try to escape the sounds they were undoubtedly hearing.

“Almost there, baby” Freddie breathed, clutching onto your waist to assist your movements. Fuck, his hands fit so perfectly on your body, you really hated that this had to end so quickly, but that’s what he came here for. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in you”

“Fuck” you breathed, dropping your head onto his shoulder, your body taking over until you and Freddie met your release. Like clockwork, the annoying ringing of the phone appeared and you had to scoff at Freddie while you quickly got dressed

“That was fun,” he smiled, “you sure you don’t wanna go round two?”

“Hello” you greeted, picking up the phone to continue the work you had come to do, “I am so sorry about that. I’m not sure what was happening with the line…”

“So we’ll continue this at my place then?” Freddie teased before and you nodded with wink before shooing him away but not before he kissed you goodbye. You were dreading the walk out of the office if Mason and his team hadn’t left yet but you knew it had to happen sooner or later

“So, should we hire a clean up crew before your boss gets back?” one of the guys teased

“Shut up” you said, hoping your embarrassment didn’t show too clearly

“You do know we put on our headphones as soon as we saw him,” Mason admitted, “we knew there’s no way that he was gonna just show up to say hi”

“He could’ve,” you tried, exhaling when you realized you were never going to fool any of them, “fine. Just, please, don’t rat me out. I just pulled together a miracle in that office and I don’t need Laura finding out about my office sex-capades — I don’t want that to be the reason she fires me. I’m not that girl…”

“We know” another co-worker smirked

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us,” Mason assured, “it’s a don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy as far as we’re concerned” you gave him an appreciative smile before heading out to meet Freddie in the parking garage

“Hey” he smiled as you sat in the front seat

“Hi” you replied, leaning over to peck his lips

“Did you get your work done?” he teased

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “it was a miracle but I got it done” he took your hand and brought it to his lips to press a kiss to it

“No more quickies,” he whined, holding your hand for the remainder of the ride, until he needed it for one reason or another, “I need more than that”

“I agree,” you smirked, “now, let’s go home so you can fuck me until I can’t walk

“Yes ma’am.”

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hualianff · 3 years

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Thinking about XL who used to be an heir to one of the fastest-growing technology companies in the world, “Xianle Tech.” When his family’s business was still thriving, XL attended a lot of charity events to meet with clients and cultivate important connections he would have to uphold as future CEO.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan, XL developing a respectable name for himself as he began business school. Once he graduated, XL shadowed his father at work, learning the ropes of how to run a successful company that competed with the best in the world.

However, the success was never meant to last.

Only three years down the road, XianLe Tech suffered a major setback when reports spread that their new product line caused harmful explosions after little use. After paying millions in indemnification for the damage customers experienced, another scandal revealed XianLe Tech had been profiting off of unpaid labor.

Within one month, the world XL had grown up to know crumbled all around him. And he could do nothing about it. All the “friends” XL had disappeared within a blink of an eye. No one wanted to be associated with the family who had resorted to dirty practices for their advantage, which is incredibly ironic considering the business industry is all about networking and using others as stepping stones to achieve selfish goals.

Nevertheless, XL understood that it had been wrong, that he and his parents were wrong to disregard the roots of their manufacturing process. XL wasn’t aware of his privilege up until now, but he sure as hell would learn how to combat this systematic inequity, somehow salvaging what he had left along the way.

XL becomes a social worker who is a Youtuber on the side, educating his viewers about class injustices, homelessness, poverty, and the same exploitation of lower-class resources that led to XianLe Tech’s downfall. He also incites them to engage in random acts of kindness whenever they can. He doesn’t have a huge subscriber following, doesn’t make money off of his videos. XL is just glad that some people watch his videos. He hopes he can make a positive impact on their lives, no matter how small.

After all, XL is a firm believer that despite the world being a scary and lonely place, having at least one person let you know you are cared for is enough to make a difference–is enough to save a life.

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“I am sorry, but we cannot serve you at this moment.”

“But we talked on the phone a few hours ago. I have a reservation,” XL says calmly. He holds up his phone with the confirmation page pulled up. The waiter doesn’t even glance at the screen, sniffing as if XL is nothing but a nuisance.

“Still, we don’t serve people like you,” he says, eyeing XL’s outfit with distaste.

Ah, so it was an appearance issue. XL quickly looks around at the seated guests, catching sight of wrists adorned with miraculous jewels and pricey wristwatches, bodies clothed with expensive fabrics no doubt imported from overseas. The same aura of practiced prestige and sophistication lingers in the air.

XL doesn’t even have to glance down at his ripped jeans, cream-colored sweater, and flimsy white jacket to know he sticks out like a sore thumb. He internally sighs, slightly regretting taking SQX up on their recommendation to try out The Red Thread. If XL knew he would’ve been barred from in-dining eating, he would not have placed a reservation in the first place.

But XL doesn’t want to give up just yet. He still has a lot to learn about class discrimination and prejudices; if XL were to walk away now with his tail between his legs, it would be giving power to those who claimed superiority and unjust treatment in the first place. Instead of allowing this waiter to brush him to the side like a pest, XL stands his ground, adjusting his beige handbag on his shoulder.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Could you please elaborate?” XL asks in a breezy tone. A sense of amusement bubbles in his gut when the waiter looks visibly annoyed.

“Sir, we don’t mean to be unaccommodating. However, there are standards in place that were set by the CEO himself. We are simply abiding by his standards,” the waiter says, presenting the matter like he had no choice but to turn XL away.

“Is it a money problem? Because I assure you I can pay for my meal, if that’s what you’re worried about,” XL tries again. The waiter narrows his eyes, making XL gulp nervously. He unconsciously twists the hair not pulled back in his half-bun.

A few more waiters gather around them, ready to jump in if things get too heated.

“Oh, I’m certain the former heir to XianLe Tech can afford our service,” the main waiter sneers unkindly. XL’s breath catches in his throat upon being recognized. The probing eyes suffocate him, probably taking into account how renowned he was years ago and thinking how far he has fallen to come to a Michelin-starred restaurant dressed like this.

XL feels himself losing steam.

“But we are asking you to leave. It’s up to you whether or not force will be necessary.”

“It’s not right to refuse service when there is no valid reason in doing so,” XL says, more desperate this time.

“You do not pass the dress code,” another waiter pipes up. “You are not fit to be here.”

The main waiter now walks towards XL, a grim expression on his face.

“Wait, I’d like to speak to your manager, if they’re here–”

“I am the manager. Don’t make things harder for yourself,” the manager replies brusquely. He stands tall in front of XL, an intimidation tactic used to make XL back down. XL’s face heats up as he realizes he’s caught the attention of other customers as well. He’s like a trapped animal being told to scram in the presence of merciless predators.

It’s not a nice feeling, not at all.

Humiliation seeps into XL’s bones. It’s been a while since he was last scrutinized by the general public, and while this is only a handful of elite gathered in a medium-sized building, the burden weighing down on XL feels like that of the weight of the world. He needs to escape. He needs to breathe. Because only then can XL continue saving himself.

Right as XL decides it might be time to let the reins go, he hears the whooshing sound of the doors opening. He doesn’t turn to see who has entered, but the surrounding staff who were observing the exchange go deathly silent. Their faces automatically mold into a mask of obedience, posture tightening up.

***

He is one of the oldest orphans in the orphanage. His age alone makes him fit for this task, and if he does it right, he can earn money as well as the good graces of his caretakers. He can do it.

He must. He must survive.

But there are so many people. So many plates and tables and silverware. Everyone is so tall, so big, so important. It’s been three hours, and his feet have developed blisters. The bruises from a couple days ago still throb. When he smells all the rich aromas coming from the kitchen, from the plates he carries upon both hands, his stomach growls.

He feels light-headed. Too many people, he thinks. Too much talking and boisterous laughter. He wants to leave but he can’t. He won’t be paid until the end of the night, after clean-up.

He continues to work.

And then it happens. It’s too fast. He wasn’t looking where he was going, just staring at the floor as he rushed to the kitchen. But he has bumped into another person, and judging by the clothes he wears and his pleasant scent, this person is very important.

He can only stare at the mess he’s made. There are gasps of shock and horror around him. He can’t breathe. He wants to disappear. To die, just freaking die already. He will never make it out if he can’t even complete mundane work like this.

As he’s ushered into the kitchens by the older male, he prepares for the yelling, and possibly the hits. They never come. Instead, he’s cleaned up by the older male, who asks a couple questions.

He answers them willingly.

“What is your name?”

“It’s nice to meet you, Xiao Hong-er. I’m Xie Lian, you can call me gege, okay?”

“Everyone makes mistakes, Xiao Hong-er. But they will never define you. As long as you remain true to yourself, you can achieve anything you set your heart to. Do you understand?”

“I believe in you.”

When gege left through the kitchen doors, back to the adult world, back to being important, another older male walks in. The other male frowns, then says one word.

“Fired.”

***

“What is going on here?” An authoritative voice demands, sending powerful vibrations through the air. The hairs on the back of XL’s neck stand up as the new person comes up from behind him. This must be an important figure.

The manager answers that a customer–who isn’t even dressed according to the standards–has been causing trouble. Already beyond mortified at the turn of events but refusing to let it show, XL slowly meets the newcomer’s eyes as he is acknowledged.

The man is tall, at least a head taller than XL. He’s broader too, dressed to the nines just like the other waiters and customers in the restaurant. His skin is hauntingly pale, slivers of ink peeking out from underneath the dress shirt he wears, top three buttons open. XL does not allow his gaze to waver as he instantly labels this guy one of the most handsome men he’s laid eyes upon, and it makes his heart stutter.

XL shoves down these uncalled for thoughts and refrains from giving any of his emotions away.

The most peculiar thing is the eyepatch settled upon the other man’s right eye. XL makes it a point not to stare too much. The eye left uncovered regards XL with interest. XL feels shivers run down his spine at that, steeling himself for the harsh words that will be directed towards him once more.

So XL finally bows his head and lowers his eyes.

“Never mind. I was just leaving. Sorry to be a disturbance.”

An awkward silence follows. The staff doesn’t say anything, but their faces are victorious at the prospect that XL has finally caved in. On the other hand, the taller man’s eye widens, and he only regards XL for ten more seconds before anger becomes noticeable in his gaze.

XL feels his stomach drop.

He goes to make his exit, except a large hand on his shoulder prevents him from turning around. XL looks at the taller man with confusion. The eye-patched man says only one word, expression solemn.

“Stay.”

As XL processes this with raised eyebrows, the taller man now glares holes into the manager who had spoken in the first place. With a click of his tongue, loud and clear, all the staff rushes back to their places, getting back to work. This includes the manager, who ducks his head to avoid the hostile energy of who XL now assumes is his boss.

“Sir?” XL addresses quietly as all the eyes that were once staring at him go back to their own business. The taller man now fully turns to face XL, hand slipping off XL’s shoulder.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t realize such standards were put into place since my departure. I’ll ensure there are consequences for the staff that has disrespected you tonight,” he says firmly, never breaking eye contact. This makes XL’s skin crawl, makes him feel alive. The other man holds his hand out, seemingly shrinking himself to fit XL’s comfort. “I’m the owner of this establishment, by the way. You can call me San Lang.”

XL is utterly speechless for a second, automatically taking SL’s hand and shaking while simultaneously admiring his undeniable attractiveness.

“M-many thanks, San Lang. I didn’t mean to cause such a commotion...” XL feels himself blush as he takes note that their hands have been intertwined for an absurd amount of time considering they’re strangers.

“I tried telling them I had a reservation, but they wouldn’t seat me—“

“They rejected your reservation?” SL questions sharply, dropping XL’s hand and curling his own into a fist.

XL bites his lip, nodding. He can practically feel the waves of irritation rolling off of the owner. “But I suppose I didn’t realize how high-scale this restaurant is. I mean, I’ve heard many great things about the food...”

When SL doesn’t say anything, the corner of his lips turned downwards, XL quickly backtracks in panic, realizing what he said must’ve been offensive.

“I’m sure your restaurant still holds true to its reputation, haha! I suppose...maybe I should’ve thought to dress more formally so this wouldn’t have happened,” XL says.

However, SL is already shaking his head. When he speaks, his voice is hushed, words tumbling out in a smooth baritone voice that XL could listen to for hours.

“No. None of this is your fault. Please don’t take whatever my staff has said to heart. They are the ones mistaken and they will be held accountable. Forgive me for disappointing you...?” He trails off.

“Xie Lian,” XL offers helpfully, offering a small smile.

“Xie Lian...” SL says slowly, as if testing the name out and decidedly liking the way it sounds. He whispers something else under his breath that XL can’t quite make out. XL chuckles at that, now wondering how old SL is. He doesn’t look any older than XL himself, perhaps even younger. Just the mere fact that SL is this young and so successful, XL is the one in awe.

They stand at the entrance of the restaurant in a brief silence, just staring at each other. XL assumes it’s time for him to take his leave. His reservation doesn’t matter much anymore, not like he wanted to dine and be served by the same people who looked down on him because of his underdressed self.

But before he can, once again, announce his exit, SL steps a little closer, a curious look in his eye.

“Say, Xie Lian, seeing as this was such a disservice for your night, would you be interested in going somewhere else? I know a few places that have just as delicious food,” SL offers, tilting his head innocently. His long hair is tied into a low ponytail, but his side bangs fall gracefully across his face.

“Wouldn’t that be showing me your competition?” XL asks good-naturedly. SL smirks at that.

“Competition doesn’t matter when the food in question is high quality,” he answers, holding his hands up while shrugging. “You came here for a satisfactory meal, and I’m saying I know a place or two that will be just as pleasing. If you’re up to try it, just say the word,” SL continues casually, arms now crossed in a way that makes the fabric of his long-sleeved dress shirt bulge.

XL is flattered by such an offer. He looks one last time at the inside dining room, the fancy tablecloths and expensive-looking candles, and the lavishly dressed customers who sit with their backs rod-straight, fingers pointing here and there.

It’s honestly a no-brainer. XL allows himself to smile graciously, nodding. “I would greatly appreciate it. I’m merely looking for dinner. Anywhere is fine.”

SL returns the smile, one eye crinkling at the corner. He seems relieved at XL’s response, and promptly goes to grab his coat that he had thrown at a waiter upon entering.

XL’s eyes widen at the bold, maple-red long coat SL puts on, accentuating board shoulders and his slim figure. XL puts aside his self-conscious thoughts of his ratty, second-hand clothes. SL gestures for XL to walk out the doors first, typing away at his phone, most likely making a last-minute call for a reservation.

XL thinks that for once in his life, luck seems to be on his side. What could’ve been a night of total humiliation and shame turned into a nice meal with a new friend. XL pushes the doors open with a newfound sense of happiness, completely missing the way HC makes a neck-slicing motion at the staff on his way out.

(HC)

(How To Piss Off Your Boss)

#TGCF #heaven official's blessing #hualian #xielian #huacheng #shiqingxuan #muqing #cerdrabbles #hualianau #hua cheng was beaten then thrown out of the orphanage after coming back from the charity even with no money #he was taken in by an older restaurant owner who taught him a lot of the basics of cooking #hua cheng has many scars from abuse including the loss of his right eye #he covers his scars up with tattoos #you best bet hua cheng is like gordon ramsay #you best bet xie lian and hua cheng go on many dates

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Britney Spears Sobs in Court Describing Dad’s ‘Abuse’

Three weeks ago, Britney Spears delivered an internet-breaking testimony about the horrors she has been forced to endure for the past 13 years under her conservatorship largely controlled by her father, Jamie Spears. Now, the pop star is finally being heard.

Spears was granted permission to hire a lawyer of her own choice on Wednesday afternoon by L.A. County Superior Court Judge Brenda Penny, who had 15 petitions and motions before her at the court hearing.

At one point, Spears suddenly addressed the judge, pleading once more to have her father immediately removed from the conservatorship immediately, saying she was “extremely scared” of him.

“This conservatorship has allowed my dad to ruin my life,” she sobbed, reported NBC. “I’m here to get rid of my dad and charge him with conservatorship abuse.”

Wendy Williams Owes Britney Spears a Major Apology

The monumental development of Spears being able to hire her own attorney comes more than a decade after a previous judge sided with court-appointed attorney Samuel D. Ingham III, who claimed Spears was not of sound mind to hire her own counsel in 2008.

Spears is now being represented by former federal prosecutor turned Hollywood-go-to man Mathew Rosengart. He was spotted outside the courthouse hours before the scheduled hearing.

Judge Penny also granted Ingham’s motion to withdraw from Spears’ case after he was reportedly upset with Spears telling the courtroom that he never informed her that she could have requested to dissolve the conservatorship entirely. Ingham, according to court documents, was allowed to bill Spears’ estimated $60 million estate up to $10,000 per week, raking in an annual salary of $520,000 to represent the star.

Britney Spears’ Conservatorship Lawyer Has a Very Mysterious Past

“I didn’t know I could petition the conservatorship to be ended,” Spears professed in her 23-minute address to the court. “I’m sorry for my ignorance, but I honestly didn’t know that.”

“My attorney says I can’t—it’s not good,” she stated at another point. “I can’t let the public know anything they did to me. He told me I should keep it to myself, really.”

Although the court shuttered its remote audio broadcast program, largely in reaction to audio recordings of Spears’ testimony being shared on social media, many of the #FreeBritney supporters gathered outside Stanley Mosk Courthouse to stand in solidarity with the singer, including, in a bizarre act of political opportunism, embattled Florida congressman Matt Gaetz. “One thing we can all agree on is that Jamie Spears is a dick,” he told the crowd. (Gaetz will soon likely face his own legal battle.)

Rosengart and his high-powered firm being given the OK to represent Spears is the first step in what is expected to be a long and contentious fight to have her conservatorship completely disbanded.

In addition to Ingham stepping down, there have been other major shake-ups following Spears’ June 23 bombshell hearing. Last week, her longtime manager Larry Rudolph resigned, stating it had been more than two years since he last spoke with Spears, who at the time had informed him she wanted to take an “indefinite” hiatus from work.

“Earlier today, I became aware that Britney had been voicing her intention to officially retire,” he said in a statement. “As her manager, I believe it is in Britney’s best interest for me to resign from her team as my professional services are no longer needed.”

Days earlier, Bessemer Trust—the estate-management company tapped to be co-conservator in Spears’ estate—also requested to withdraw from the case. In court papers, the firm cited its decision was a direct result of Spears’ testimony, declaring it had “heard” Spears’ anguish and wanted to “respect her wishes.”

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OPINION: Why is her father handling a ‘grown women’ business affairs. There is no law that says that she have to put up with her father as a grow adult. He needs to keep his hands out of the money cookie jar. In other words, it not his money and when a child turns 18 in our country (i.e. this country) they are legally grown and can choose their own ‘faith’. Daddy or mother cannot control their life. Her Daddy is just trying to control this ‘Grow Women’ affairs. It doesn’t matter if he is the biological farther. The law is she’s grown. If she can make this money its her money and she can control the money.

Send ‘Dad’ stepping and let him stop piggy backing off of his grown daughter hard earn money. Its her money she earned its, not the Daddy.

Kick Daddy to the curve.

Better still just get married to someone for a few yeas and let Daddy find another job.

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In Place (Prophecy Update)

By Daymond Duck Published on:July 11, 2021

I think it was the great Bible prophecy teacher Jan Markell that said, “Things are falling in place, not falling apart.”

Here are events that seem to be falling in place.

One, concerning the decline of America at the end of the age to allow the rise of one-world government: on July 1, 2021, the conservative pro-liberty group Brighteon wrote:

“Today in America, every pillar of sustainable civilization is being ripped to shreds: The rule of law, the family, logic and reason, the First Amendment, and even the very concept of due process.”

“It’s all part of an effort to take down America so that the U.S. Constitution can be nullified by globalist interests. After exterminating billions of humans, they want to rule over the survivors via global government.”

“Like a building with a broken foundation, America is about to shift into the ‘gravity free-fall’ collapse scenario, which will likely start with banking and finance.”

Brighteon’s statements are horrible, but they summarize the globalist agenda and seem to be shadows of the coming Tribulation Period.

Two, concerning the ‘free-fall” of America: on July 2, 2021, White House correspondent and prophecy teacher William Koenig wrote (https://watch.org):

“The outcome of the 2020 audits in Arizona, Georgia, Pennsylvania and Wisconsin are making it look more likely Trump could be determined the winner. More details are pending. The Arizona audit in Maricopa County (Phoenix area) is almost complete. Georgia looks as though they are moving toward a Fulton County audit and possibly the whole state. Pennsylvania Republican leaders are moving forward with an audit, as well as Wisconsin. They are at different stages, and they all look favorable to Trump.”

“Major U.S. cities were locked down and/or boarded in the event Trump won the November 3 election.”

“The fear over civil unrest prevented some of the Republican majority legislatures from challenging the election results, and that very possibly caused the Supreme Court not to take the Texas lawsuit that contested election results in four battleground states and was supported by 19 other states.”

“We know the Democrats and the mainstream media reactions and their violent factions could cause major disruption and violence in U.S. cities.”

Pray for America.

Three, the UN is a godless, anti-Israel organization that wants to become a world government.

It constantly passes anti-Israel resolutions, investigates Israel, condemns Israel, etc.

Its attitude and actions fit what the prophets foretold for the end of the age.

On June 29, 2021, Israel’s departing Pres. Reuven Rivlin met with UN Sec.-Gen. Guterres at the UN building in New York.

Rivlin told Guterres, “Our region, the Middle East, needs trust between people.”

“Peace between Israel and the Palestinians will never ever be achieved by anti-Israeli resolutions or investigation committees.”

According to the Bible, peace will not be achieved until Israel accepts Jesus as their Messiah.

Four, those that believe in a Psa. 83 war before the Battle of Gog and Magog are aware that Asaph prayed in part because Israel’s enemies would say, “Let us cut them (Israel) off from being a nation” (Psa. 83:4).

On July 5, 2021, Hezbollah leader Hassan Nasrallah delivered a major speech at a conference in Lebanon and said, “There are no people in the Israeli entity; they are all occupiers and settlers.”

If Psa. 83 prophesies a future war, as some excellent prophecy teachers think, Mr. Nasrallah could be in for a big surprise.

Five, concerning the Mark of the Beast in one’s forehead or in their right hand (notice “in” not “on”): on June 30, 2021, it was reported that current tiniest nano storage devices are at least 100 atoms thick, but researchers in Israel have discovered a way to store data on film that is 2-atoms thick.

Storing information on chips inside the human body (in the forehead or right hand) is getting easier and easier.

Six, Greg Hunter, producer and creator of USAWatchdog.com, recently interviewed the former Assistant Sec. of Housing, Catherine Austin Fitts, and here is some of what she said about the economic situation:

“The central bankers are using the government to shut down the main street economy, and then they are going direct and injecting money into the private equity firms and Wall Street who are running around the country buying things. Think of this as a leverage buyout of the world. We are being purchased with our own money. Also, we are liable. If you look at all the debt the government is issuing, our assets are liable for that debt.”

For those that may doubt what Fitts said, it has been widely reported that Bill Gates now owns more farmland than anyone in the U.S., and World Economic Forum globalist Klaus Schwab said under the Great Reset, “You will own nothing and be happy.”

Here is an interesting comment Fitts made about the role of Covid-19 in the globalist ownership of everything in the world:

“This is freedom or tyranny, and tyranny is slavery. We are talking about very invasive slavery because they are planning on installing the smart grid into our bodies. There will be 24/7 surveillance and control of your money. If you don’t behave, they will turn off your money. If they don’t want you to go more than five miles, your money won’t work further than five miles.”

If this writer understands this, Fitts (not a kook; the former Sec. of Housing) believes Covid-19 is part of a coming surveillance system that will use buying and selling to control people.

Understand that many of those that are left behind after the Rapture will be watched (surveilled), they will not be allowed to buy and sell unless they take the Mark of the Beast, and they will perish in the Lake of Fire if they do (Rev. 14:9-11).

Seven, concerning a peace treaty in the Middle East: on July 1, 2021, a writer for a publication with close ties to Saudi Arabia’s royal family carried an article that said many Saudis believe that Crown Prince Muhammed bin Salman (MBS) has concluded that his nation is making a mistake by clinging to the Palestinian peace process until the Palestinians and Israel agree to the Two-State solution.

MBS and others have concluded that the Palestinians will never agree to peace with Israel because the Palestinians want the destruction of Israel, not peace with Israel.

According to the article, MBS believes Saudi Arabia needs to expand its economy for the good of its own people instead of restraining it to achieve a Two-State solution that the Palestinians do not intend to accept.

Past reports about this issue have indicated that Saudi Arabia’s move toward normalization will be followed by many other Arab nations.

The Bible tells us these 4 things:

1) No one knows the day or the hour of our Lord’s return (Matt. 24).

2) Christians can see the day approaching (Heb. 10:25).

3) It will come upon the world like a snare (Luke 21:35).

4) The Antichrist will confirm a covenant after the Rapture of the Church (Dan. 9:27; II Thess. 2:7).

Eight, on July 6, 2021, Pres. Biden announced his “community by community,” “neighborhood-by-neighborhood,” “door-to-door” effort to vaccinate America’s unvaccinated citizens.

How will the government know who hasn’t been vaccinated if the government is not tracking people?

Is the government now going to monitor citizen’s medical records?

Concerning abortion, this writer believes he has heard Biden say a woman has a right to choose what to do with her own body.

If a woman has a right to kill her baby, doesn’t she have a right to refuse to be vaccinated?

America’s economy is being destroyed.

America’s military is being weakened.

America’s border with Mexico is wide open to terrorists, human traffickers and drug smugglers.

America’s large cities are plagued with shootings and other crimes.

America is beginning to see food shortages.

American companies are under attack by computer hackers.

America’s Pres. supports world gov, world religion, and the Two-State solution.

He thinks Climate Change is the greatest threat to America.

He has dementia, and his son is corrupt.

America’s FBI and CIA are corrupt and turning a blind eye.

America’s election was probably stolen.

America is divided, and a nation divided against itself cannot stand.

America’s pulpits are mostly silent; etc., etc., etc.

Where do we think America will go from here?

Nine, here is a link to a website that Geri Ungurean sent out that provides stories about adverse reactions from Covid-19 vaccinations: https://1000covidstories.com/

Finally, are you Rapture Ready?

If you want to be rapture ready and go to heaven, you must be born again (John 3:3). God loves you, and if you have not done so, sincerely admit that you are a sinner; believe that Jesus is the virgin-born, sinless Son of God who died for the sins of the world, was buried, and raised from the dead; ask Him to forgive your sins, cleanse you, come into your heart and be your Saviour; then tell someone that you have done this.

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Let’s Help Each Other (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Prompt: AU where the twins and the Avengers are on opposite sides. The Avengers track them down and run into them in their hometown, taking care of and entertaining the children there, Pietro by playing with them and Wanda by telling a story (idk who else but it’s a Wanda x ___… either Nat or Fem!reader works for me). Based on the song Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh, Hellos because I found it and it’s So Cute™

Words: 1918

Warnings: None?

A/N: Should I do a part 2?

-X-

“Wanda and Pietro Maximoff,” Steve introduced, pressing a button on the remote, bringing the screen to life and presenting pictures of the twins.

You tilted your head as you studied the photos that flashed across the screen. They were flickering, showing protests and showcasing the two Maximoffs screaming in the Sokovian crowds before the final picture appeared, leaving you stunned – and a bit in awe.

The woman, Wanda, was floating slightly in the air, an eerie red glow around her. It wasn’t menacing and she clearly was doing no harm; in fact, it actually looked like she was playing with the children surrounding her in the photo, warming your heart a little. You didn’t know why but it brought a smile to your face. You couldn’t understand why the others looked so serious.

“What’s wrong with them?” you inquired, brows furrowed thoughtfully. “They don’t seem like they’re doing any harm.”

Steve pursed his lips. “They’re former HYDRA experiments turned thieves. They’ve been stealing from major pharmaceuticals and other companies around Europe. Wanda uses her powers to manipulate the minds of the guards and the employees while her brother uses his speed to steal whatever they came for. They’re becoming real threats because no one knows what they’re using it all for. So, we’ve been called in to deal with them.”

Everyone nodded, yourself included, but this didn’t sit right in the pit of your stomach. Something felt off about this. They never hurt anyone in the buildings and only left with a handful of things. Why were they considered threatening enough that the Avengers were being called in?

You lingered in the room after everyone was gone staring at the photos in the dossier before you. Most of them were of Wanda with an occasional shot of her brother – though he was mostly a blur. Wanda, with her soft brunette locks and hauntingly green eyes.

Browsing through the folder, you pursed your lips.

You had a feeling this wasn’t going to go well. It was quite possible that this had less to do with them being “evil” or “criminals” and more to do with who they were stealing from. They clearly weren’t doing these things in the name of HYDRA or any other organizations, so what were their motives?

“Hey, you coming?” Natasha asked, peeking around the corner of the door.

Startled, you slammed the folder closed though a picture skirted out of the side. “Yeah, just give me a second.”

“Well, c’mon. Tony is getting impatient – and an impatient Tony is an annoying Tony,” the former assassin huffed, earning an uneasy smile from you.

“Tell Stark to get his panties out of a twist. I’ll be right there,” you replied, sparing the picture one final glance. Her eyes connected with yours and you exhaled deeply.

Yeah, you weren’t going to enjoy this.

-X-

The moment the quinjet touched down outside of Sokovia, everyone – except Bruce – filed out of the aircraft and started for the town. You were up front with Steve, your knives sheathed at your hips as you cautiously wandered into the heart of Sokovia. Tony was above you surveying the scene, hoping to catch sight of the twins, which wasn’t hard considering they weren’t hiding.

“They’re at the…orphanage?” Tony informed you, though it sounded like a question, as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The hand that had been hovering over your knife fell away and you straightened up. “They’re at the orphanage? Are you sure?”

“Would you like a picture, (Y/N)?” Tony sneered, peering down at you.

Rolling your eyes, you separated from the group and hurried toward the orphanage, leaving behind the other Avengers. You could hear Steve chiding you but you didn’t care. You wanted to see this before your teammates intervened.

Coming upon the rundown building, you slowed. You could see a blur of a human playing ball with multiple children, keeping up as each child threw balls at it. It was an amazing sight and you assumed the blur was Pietro, considering he was possibly the only person in the town capable of such a feat.

He must have noticed you, however, because the blur became whole in a split second.

He stared at you, eyes narrowed and lips twisted into a snarl. He crossed his arms, daring you to do something.

“What do you want?” Pietro demanded.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Steve saddling up beside you kept the words from escaping. In a flash, Pietro was gone, leaving you standing outside with a handful of terribly confused children while the doors of the orphanage swung violently, the only indication he’d ever been there.

“What do we do, Cap?” Sam asked, dropping to the ground beside Steve.

“We have to be careful,” you said, cutting off Steve, “These are innocent kids. If the Maximoffs don’t attack, we shouldn’t either.”

“We have to bring them in,” Tony said resolutely.

“Why? Because the Government told us they’re a threat?” you snorted, shaking your head. “They could say we all are but the truth is, we don’t know what the hell is going on. The files didn’t tell us what they stole, only that they stole it and that no one knows what they’re doing with it. Maybe we should try asking questions before we accidentally destroy a city,” you suggested snidely.

“I agree with (Y/N),” Natasha seconded before Tony could retort, “We don’t want to start trouble.”

Steve gazed upon the building for a moment before nodding. “Agreed. (Y/N), take point. I’m trusting your judgment on this.” He looked up at Tony, then at Sam. “Stay outside and make sure they don’t try and run.”

Chewing your lip, you strolled towards the orphanage’s doors and gently opened them. Herds of children were scattered about, each one eyeing you suspiciously as you stepped inside before disappearing into various rooms. The most popular room seemed to be the one at the top of the stairs and your curiosity piqued.

You wandered upstairs and cracked the door, peering inside. In the center of the room sat a gaggle of children, their backs to you as they stared wide-eyed at the beautiful woman sitting on a chair in front of them. You couldn’t blame them from being so enraptured (you were too).

Her voice was soft and sweet as she read to them, eyes alight with joy when they laughed or exclaimed something in their native language. Her smile was so enchanting and if it wasn’t for her brother clearing his throat from the corner of the room, you probably would have stood there forever.

Your eyes snapped over to him, meeting his icy blue glare.

Wanda closed the book and said something to the children, earning disappointed groans. They all stood and filed out of the room, pushing past you with glares on their little faces. One boy said something under his breath at you and Pietro laughed riotously. Your cheeks went red despite not knowing what he said and you stepped into the room, standing before the enhanced twins.

Natasha and Steve lingered at the door, preparing for the worst should things go south.

“Wanda Maximoff, I presume,” you said casually, refusing to tremble under her rigid glare.

Wanda stood, eyes glowing red as she took you in. Your mind began to swim a little and grow hazy as she probed your brain but you remained firm, meeting her gaze head on. Red slowly crept into your line of sight, taking over everything else. It was starting to freak you out but before you could do anything, it dissolved, leaving behind nothing but a tiny headache and a sense of unease.

“And you are (Y/N) (Y/L/N), an Avenger,” she replied, tilting her head.

“I am,” you answered, glancing over your shoulder at your bewildered teammates.

“Why are you here?” she wondered, inching closer to you despite her brother’s warning growl.

You shrugged. “I think we both know why we’re here,” you said knowingly.

“You’ve come for us,” she said without hesitation, crossing her arms as she studied you. “Because of HYDRA.”

Shaking your head, you copied her stance. “No, we’re here because you’ve been stealing from major companies around Europe. You do realize that’s a crime, right?”

Wanda’s gaze narrowed. “We only take what we need, never anything more.”

“What’s so important about the things you take?” you inquired, intrigued by such a reply.

The room was silent for a moment before Wanda’s defensive posture slackened a bit. “Sokovia is not a rich country. We need things. Things they have and refuse to give us. Our people are suffering – dying – and no one cares. They cannot do anything about it, but we can. So we did.”

You froze. Everything was starting to make sense. “Oh.”

“We do not wish to hurt anyone,” she continued, “We only want to help our people.”

“You do realize it’s still a crime, though,” Steve commented as he stepped into the room. You could practically see the walls fall upon Wanda’s face and you silently cursed the hero.

“What else were we to do?” she demanded.

“I…” Steve trailed off, unable to answer what should be a simple question.

You gripped Steve’s shoulder, taking over the conversation once more. “We understand why you’ve done what you’ve done but that doesn’t make it right. You can’t just go around stealing things, even if it is for a good reason.” Wanda bristled angrily, but you carried on. “However, I think we can help each other.”

“How?” She warily watched you, her heart fluttering a little at the sight of your patient smile.

“The Avengers care about all of Earth. We don’t want to see anyone suffering. So, you come with us – maybe join the Avengers, even – and together we can help Sokovia and anyone else who needs it. You’ve both got amazing powers that we could benefit from and we’ve got resources that your people could really use right now,” you replied, offering your hand to Wanda.

“And if we say no?” Pietro butted in.

Your smile turned apologetic. “Then we keep hunting you. SHIELD isn’t going to stop until they know you aren’t a threat anymore. At least if you do it this way, you keep your freedoms and you can still help your people.”

“This feels like blackmail,” Wanda smirked, accepting your hand. She shook it firmly, eyes boring into yours. “Do you promise that you will do your best to help Sokovia?”

Nodding, you returned the gesture. “I do. I don’t want to see anything happen to Sokovia, especially if it’s preventable.”

Wanda relaxed. She heard the sincerity in your voice and saw the honesty in your eyes. You truly wanted to help; she only hoped the other Avengers were half as nice as you.

Dropping Wanda’s hand, you stepped back and nudged Steve towards the door. “You can take a few minutes to say goodbye to the kids. We’ll be outside waiting.”

You could hear Tony yelling in your ear but you ignored him. This was the safest thing to do in your opinion and it meant you’d be gaining two new Avengers whose powers would be very useful while avoiding a fight that could potentially level a city. It was a win/win, honestly. He just needed to see that and move on.

“You’d better hope Fury accepts what you’ve offered them,” Natasha murmured as you slipped past her and into the hall.

Smiling, you patted her arm. “He will.”

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mewtwo24 · 4 years

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Lucifer I want to hold ur hand

So like...I wrote this eons ago before all the Belphie chapters happened, but I’m still really proud of it? It’s like shortly after Lucifer goes coco-nuts at the end of chapter...12? I think? I came into the game a little late, and then the story took off and this became more of an au given the context

Under a cut bc it is a l o n g boi, as per usual, a little shorter than 2000 words. This is purely fluff hurt/comfort, nothing too heavy or that requires warnings. The MC in this is named Joanna.

Enjoy!

“I don’t know if I’ll ever begin to understand...”

Lucifer’s voice was so quiet, she could only barely make out what he was saying. Her mind was still foggy, still struggling to think beyond the dull ache.

“I never know whether to be impressed by your audacity, or find it foolish. Are all humans like you?” There was a slight huff, something akin to a chuckle--though the prospect made her more sure she was dreaming. His voice was never that tender, and most certainly never so self-effacing. “Perhaps that was a foolish question.”

He didn’t specify whether that was because it was a good kind of obvious, or a bad kind. And she was too afraid to ask him to clarify--too certain his voice would disappear forever. The last time they had spoken he was beyond furious with her; it was the reason she was on what seemed to be some kind of medical bed. It couldn’t have been her room. Her room didn’t smell like bleach and sterilized dust.

“I know you’re awake, Joanna.”

Her eyes shot open to find him smiling deviously to her left, hand intercepting the forearm that had instinctively leapt to her defense. She was surprised to find that his grip was gentle; only enough to stop her from hurting either of them.

“That’s one way to say good evening,” he released her arm after checking to make sure her IV was undisturbed. “But I truly wouldn’t have you any other way. Your courage has always been captivating.”

She assessed him carefully--she wasn’t so delirious that she didn’t realize precisely who it was that landed her in what looked to be a human hospital. The throbbing in her head was no accident, and neither was the ache in her shoulders.

“I suppose I deserve that look.” His brows furrowed, “And I owe Belphegor much for deflecting the majority of my attack. Please, rest assured that I have no intention of directing violence towards you ever again. You have my word.” She could detect no slumbering threat in his gaze, no riddle in the firm line of his mouth. He was serious as serious could be--the most sober demon she had ever met. Her eyes widened when he bowed in that reverent way he always did in the company of the higher ranking demons, onyx hair cascading over his eyes.

“I imagine Diavolo has already expressed his disappointment.” She laughed when his lips pursed and his shoulders stiffened, a clear sign she was probably right. “I don’t see any need to make you feel worse. Though, I would like it if there could be fewer threats in our exchanges.”

When he straightened he remained ramrod tense, as if he wasn’t sure what to say next. He didn't like being indebted to people, and he liked failing even less.

And yet, despite everything, she didn’t want him to go. He was the first person to try to ease her worries in this realm--had given her enough information to protect herself, regardless of the situation's tenuous balance. As much as their final confrontation was about his struggle to let go of his haughtiness, it was also about the feelings they had been harboring for each other. She liked him--loved him, even--well aware of all the reasons she shouldn’t.

For all his attempts at guarded distance, he had offered her a great deal of freedom and care in this foreign realm. She knew he was trying, he had simply been a otherworldly being for a very long time; she imagined she had caused quite the uproar in defying him. But somebody had to. If there was one thing she’d learned in life, nothing good came of being entirely untouchable.

“Pull up a chair--that is, if I’m not keeping you from anything.”

Surprise flitted across his face, and it was a wonderful thing to see his honest reaction for a change. Was it because he felt safe with her, or because they were alone? She half-expected him to retreat in favor of making sure Diavolo’s requests weren’t neglected in the time he spent looking after her. For all his insistence of her lowly status, she was sure he felt a great deal of guilt and responsibility for the harm he’d inflicted.

Despite his considerable strength, he fumbled getting the chair to cross the distance to the bed. She withheld laughter behind a sympathetic smile. Was that a bit of color on his cheeks? He didn’t say anything for a while, eyes trained on the bed.

“Lucifer?” She reached out to touch his pale hand, surprised to find it cool to the touch. Had he been eating properly since the fallout? She hadn't realized what she'd done until after the fact--he had held her hand when she'd revealed she was scared what seemed like hours ago.

“You can’t love somebody and control them at the same time.” He eventually murmured, staring at the hand that was on top of his own. It was entire minutes later that his gaze rose, “I was only just beginning to understand what that meant when you first told me. And perhaps I still don’t understand--not the way humans do.”

Slowly, he raised her hand up to his lips, eyes never leaving hers. “Make a pact with me.” The warmth of his lips and the gentle cycle of his breath against her skin made heat gather in her cheeks. “I want to learn more about this human way of loving.”

“What makes you think I want to make a pact with you? I thought demons couldn’t change.”

She could see him wilt the slightest bit after a spark of indignation, his eyes averted as he lowered her hand. She couldn’t help teasing him a bit--after all the trouble he’d given her to confess his feelings, it was a small price. “For the longest time, it was what I believed. But now I see that it was short-sighted, and self-indulgent.” He sighed. “It was precisely the reason that Belphegor became so cross with me--and Satan, as well. I was so desperate to look after them, to make sure what happened to--" he shook his head. "...would never happen again. I stopped seeing things clearly.”

“And what makes you so sure fear won’t rule you again?” Her eyes were clear; not condemning, but vigilant. She was willing to give him a chance, but he needed to prove that he had learned something from all of this.

“I’m not.”

“Not?”

“I’m not at all certain. Demons are just as fallible--if not more so--as a result of their strength, their base extremity. I cannot promise that which I cannot foresee.”

When she began to withdraw her hand, his fingers tightened around hers before she could slip away. “But I intend to minimize that concern as much as I can. I imagine under your short leash, things will cease before they ever get to that point again.”

She relaxed when she found his carnelian eyes softly aglow, adoring as they landed on her. It was one thing to hope for such an outcome--it was another thing entirely to see it come to fruition.

"I'm stubborn."

"As am I."

"I'm a strict instructor."

This earned her a wicked smile. "I should hope so."

"...I'm also mortal, Lucifer."

"And I intend to make you deliriously happy for all the years you will grace this realm. So long as you permit it--it doesn't change a thing."

Her eyes were getting misty. "Are you sure you want somebody as nosy and forthright as me?"

Both of his hands covered hers and he leaned forward--so confident--and stopped a hairsbreadth from her lips.

"Do you want this, Joanna, as I do? All the good and bad that are to come with it?"

She hadn't been imagining things at all, passion burning in eyes that smoldered to a darker crimson. "More than anything," she breathed.

His lips found hers shortly after that, gossamer but enough to leave his taste tingling on the surface when he retreated. She had a hard time trying to describe it; she wasn't sure if it was the lingering concussion or the otherworldliness. He reminded her of sunlight in winter, a warmth that tingles and heats you to the very core, her toes curling. He also reminded her of the bonfires--evergreen fueled--that emitted a smoky, spicy aroma into the air. Even the hint of sweetness from roasting marshmallows was there.

"I am Lucifer, Avatar of Pride. I pledge myself to you, Joanna, that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact."

She felt the rush that always accompanied bonding to powerful demons, her entire body going rigid with the influx of magic. One of his hands rose to stroke her cheek, and she felt the flicker of their new connection echo from the depths of her bones.

“That was--”

“Disgusting, Lucifer, what the hell! Haven’t I told the lot of you before she’s my girl? Paws off!”

They both turned to see that Mammon had barged into the room without knocking or alerting anyone, as per usual. Asmodeus and Satan were following close behind with a tired look, though there were signs of delighted amusement in their gazes.

“It’s about time.”

“I’ll say--all that unresolved sexual tension was stressing me out!”

“I’m hungry, isn’t there a single place in the human realm that sells Devildom food, Joanna?”

“Can we hurry this up? I’ve got merch to pick up--they’re going to close soon!”

“Must the lot of you create an uproar everywhere we go--this is a human hospital, keep your voices down!” Lucifer snapped, scowling.

“Joaaaaaaannaaaaaaaa, how could you leave us alone with this grouch for three whole days--ow! What, did you want to put me in a hospital too!?”

She grimaced at the familiar crack with which a pair of gloved hands struck Mammon’s head. Through their pact she could feel the flickering simmer of remorse in the depths of Lucifer’s heart, and she relaxed back into the bed. He felt a lot more than he let on.

“Did the doctors tell you anything about my condition?”

“They were baffled in regards to your condition. We told them you, ah, fell down a staircase. They figured it was likely the product of head trauma, but they’ve been watching pretty closely…”

“I see,” she nodded towards Satan.

Lucifer rose from her bedside, not looking any of them directly in the eye. “I’ll see to it that they release you as soon as possible. I trust three days is an adequate recovery period.”

He strode out of the room, silence deafening. She counted to three in her head, wait for it…

“I can’t believe that weenie! We set everything up perfectly and this is how he confesses!”

“Joanna he was beside himself for days, are you part witch?”

“And he says I’m obsessed with Ruri-chan...”

Satan was the one to take a seat at the end of the bed as they chortled and jeered, shaking his head. “I know it may not seem like it, but we really were worried. We’re glad you came back to us.”

“Thanks Satan,” she smiled back easily, “Glad to be back.”

#obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me fic #can you tell i THORST #i love this demon man so much...#doing his best #i also blame the tangled tv show for making me have lucifer feels all over again #ready as ill ever be just makes me n y o o m emotionally #i hope yall enjoy if you decide to read!#the fandom seems p chill so it made me feel comfortable posting

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"To Love" Reviews (2003)

Progress or the beginning of a decline?

When describing a new Faye Wong album, words like "looking forward to it with great anticipation" are usually used to show people's full expectations for the singing queen and also reflects how important her position is in everyone's hearts. Faye Wong, who has not released a new album for more than two years since the 2001 self-titled album "Faye Wong", finally released her new album "To Love".

The title of the album "To Love" is actually an abbreviation of "To Love to the End". In this album, Faye Wong played a lot of word games, such as "Spinning Wood" is "Carousel", "Yang Bao" is "Sunshine Baby", "Beauty Error" is "Beautiful Mistake", "Night Makeup" means "heavy makeup at night" and so on. These little word games make people feel that the cold and arrogant queen of the past has lowered herself down to get closer to the people. The unsmiling Faye Wong has become humorous. And to strengthen this "zero distance" feeling, you will have to listen to the songs in the album one by one.

"To Love" uses war as a metaphor for love. The cruelty, burning, and death in war will also be experienced in the world of love. Faye Wong wrote this song herself to express a kind of fear of love. The spirit of carrying love through to the end and overcoming all difficulties to fight for victory is truly impressive.

"No Regrets" composer Yuan Weiren wrote "Carousel" and added a touch of warmth.

Guo Zi's "Beautiful Mistake" adds a layer of femininity comparable to his previous song for her ("Reservedness").

"Empty City" and "Night Makeup" were written by one of Faye Wong’s old partners, manager Kwan, who wrote words that outlined a different kind of urban feeling.

"Leave Nothing" uses a lot of parallel lines. She sings about the love of two people, "I give my thoughts to you/my time to him" and "I give my heart to you/my body to him". Faye Wong's voice is hoarse and sexy.

"Passenger" is a cover of the song "Going Home" from Sweden's Sophie Zelmani. It is like a road movie where the camera scans everyone's fixed face and reflects their inner thoughts. Lin Xi's poetic lyrics were beautifully and ambiguously written, and brings to mind a dim yellow street lamp on the corner of a distant city.

The genre of the whole album of "To Love" is very mixed from pop, trip-hop, folk, Latin dance music, etc. The gorgeous arrangements that come in wave after wave seem to indicate Faye Wong's thoroughness and determination. After the two albums "Fable" (2000) and "Faye Wong" (2001) did not achieve great commercial success, Faye Wong has reduced her experimental exploration of music and replaced it with more popular and beautiful sounds in "To Love", and her singing voice has also reverted to the coquettishness of the "I'm Willing" era. When personal experimentation becomes restrained by record sales and mainstream entertainment dictates music aesthetics, the miserable side of the record industry is revealed - sales are everything and commerce prevails.

It was reported that "To Love" broke through one million sales as soon as it was released. Although this number must be attributed to the hype by the record company, the commercial success of this record cannot be denied. However, some fans believe that the album is "terrible" and her entanglement with Nicholas Tse has made Faye Wong "decline". Such statements seem a bit extreme. Faye Wong no longer insists on her usual arrogance and indifference to the business. She was seen attending press conferences, playing volleyball, and even appeared on gossip variety shows. At least the past Faye Wong, who despised the industry and was low-key, has undergone a transformation. From this perspective, it may not be known whether this is Faye Wong’s progress or the beginning of a decline.

In terms of the music, Faye Wong has gradually waned and was unable to grow in "To Love". The success of this album is glitzy on the surface but has nothing to do with the improvement of music standards. One day, someone will use unprecedented and brilliant music to beat the shameless music business. Can you still count on this person to be Faye Wong?

SOURCE: MUSIC WORLD // TRANSLATED BY: FAYE WONG FUZAO

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After a wait of two years, Faye Wong finally released her new Mandarin album "To Love" on November 7, 2003, after joining Sony Music. This is an important prelude to her "Faye Unusual Concert" series at the Hong Kong Coliseum, December 20-27.

The idea conveyed in the new album "To Love" emphasizes the persistence of "to love to the end". As Faye Wong said: "If you have love in your heart, you will not despair. Love is pure and should not be disturbed by anything else."

"To Love" is actually the abbreviation of "to love to the end". In fact, a major feature of the new album are the many two-character song titles, such as "Spinning Wood" (Carousel) and "Mei Cuo" (Beautiful Mistake), “Yang Bao” (Sunshine Baby), “Ye Zhuang” (Heavy Makeup at Night), etc. They are like the popular made up words and phrases among Taiwan’s junior high students. The fun lies between solvable and unsolvable, under their extreme simplicity, each has a touching story. Faye Wong hopes that this will allow the audience to more deeply feel the spirit and ideas she wants to convey when listening to her music. There are also 10 different ideas in the song titles but as long as everyone's heart is touched by the music, this is what Faye Wong really wants to express through the songs.

The music and lyrics of the first song "To Love" were written by the heavenly queen. It uses war as a metaphor to describe the cruelty and sacrifice of love. The concept is fresh and it represents a kind of fearlessness when facing external forces. With a firm attitude and courage, the atmosphere of the music is powerful, which fully demonstrates Faye Wong's unique style of daring to love and hate. Faye Wong’s music and lyrics also shows her views on life. She feels that there is no absolute "right" or "wrong". The opposition of "love" is not "hate", and love should always exist in everyone's heart. Although people are lonely as the lyrics say "loneliness is eternal", but as long as love is still in the heart, there will be no despair. This single also happens to represent the core concept of this album.

The album brings together Golden Melody Award "Best Composer" Chen Xiaojuan, Lin Xi, Zhang Yadong, Yuan Weiren, Guo Zi, Yang Mingxue, and Kwan in a super lineup. Plus Faye Wong's own four compositions and three lyrics definitely makes "To Love" the most anticipated album of the year.

As long-term partners, Faye Wong believes that Lin Xi’s words have their own unique charm. Although Faye Wong and Lin Xi do not have frequent communication with each other, but through Lin Xi’s observations plus their similar view points in life, the lyrics are consistent. Even if Lin Xi's creation is not a true portrayal of Faye Wong, it still feels connected to her. And Zhang Yadong, a long-time music partner, is still an important behind-the-scenes player in the album. He is an all-rounder in production, composing, arranging, and singing. In addition to the electronic music style he has always excelled at, one of the songs "Smoke" contains a lot of Latin elements to make Faye Wong's voice pleasantly surprise listeners with its intoxication for love.

In addition, she worked with Taiwanese creators Chen Xiaojuan, Yuan Weiren, and Guo Zi. This time, Chen Xiaojuan’s "Empty City" follows "Passing Years" and "Overthrow". Yuan Weiren's "Carousel" when compared to the previous "No Regrets” has a sense of warmth, coupled with the poetry of the young talent Yang Ming, which is very touching. Guo Zi's "Beautiful Mistake" is comparable to "Reservedness", revealing the gentleness of women. Another old partner, her manager Kwan’s "Empty City" and "Night Makeup" have an urban sensibility. And their lyrical words all present the beauty of calmness and determination.

Faye Wong’s music is mostly inseparable from lyrical and electronic styles. In the new album "To Love", more diverse genres have been integrated, including elements of Middle Eastern and Latin music, as well as trip-hop, folk, etc., making the music rich and strong. Faye Wong has created a brand new design, bringing more musical possibilities. In addition to Zhang Yadong, Faye Wong is also the producer of the album, which guarantees to be invigorating.

The new album contains four of her personal compositions and three lyrics. When talking about the possibility of creating an entire album, she frankly admitted that life is the source of her creative inspiration, and all creative motivation comes from her. Regarding her experiences and emotions of life, she only wants to express the feeling of a certain point in time and place, so she does not force herself to create the entire album. She just hopes that her creations can be closer to her own ideas and express herself through the songs, letting everyone understand her through her music.

Faye Wong, who is not good at verbal expression, has presented her mood and feelings on life during the past two years in front of everyone through her creations. She has always given the media and people the impression that she does not speak too much. She chooses to express herself in songs, regardless of the interpretation, as a singer and songwriter, she has profoundly conveyed Faye Wong 100%.

[Special Edition]

Limited CD+VCD enhanced version.

In order to repay the fans’ enthusiasm for waiting two years, Sony and the production company "Silverfish Music" spared no efforts in design. In addition to the 13-song CD, it comes with a collection of Faye Wong’s MVs and other behind-the-scenes production highlights. The 2-for-1 price is a super deal.

[Song Introduction]

To Love Music / Lyrics: Faye Wong Arranger: Zhang Yadong

Faye Wong wrote these lyrics using war as a metaphor for love. The cruel sacrifice of love is a fresh idea. It represents a firm, courageous attitude defying forces. Isn't love a kind of faith? Thousands of lovers are martyrs, willing to fight against everything. Heaven is near, we should “love to the end".

Empty City Music: Chen Xiaojuan Lyrics: KWAN Arrangement: Lin Hai

Empty City is the next masterpiece after "To Love". Is love illusory or real? Is a lover made in heaven or a natural enemy? Don't make empty promises, just feel it. The piano and strings, coupled with Faye Wong's easy-going vocal performance convey a heart-stirring desire for true love.

Leave Nothing Music / Lyrics: Faye Wong Arrangement: Zhang Yadong

A song of women’s hearts, another designated classic of KTV. The parallel lines are full of Faye Wong-style word games, comparing and contrasting. It is full of wit that makes people smile. In the lyrics, she said that the body and mind belong to two different people in their love affairs, in which there is a kind of unreserved and carefree freedom.

Passenger Composer: Sophie Zelmani / Lars Halapi Lyrics: Lin Xi Arranger: Guo Liang 　　

The song is like a road movie, showing the imagery through the song. You can vaguely see the passengers inside the car in Lin Xi's vivid strokes and gentle thoughts. There's a touch of sorrow, the coolest weather in autumn. This is a cover of "Going Home" by Sweden's Sophie Zelmani .

Carousel Music: Yuan Wei Ren Lyrics: Yang Ming Arranger: Huang Zhongyue 　　

Fresh and moving song about bringing joy to others, but not themselves. The carousel is a metaphor of selfless love. The whole song exudes a faint sadness within its warmth.

SOURCE: NETEASE // TRANSLATED BY: FAYE WONG FUZAO

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What is the problem with Trotsky? Would the USSR have been better off with him instead of Stalin?

I was asked this recently on another website, and wrote a whole-ass wall of text addressing it. I figure it might be a good idea to post it here too, for all you comrades out there (and Trots who are hopefully willing to listen):

So, for starters, Stalin wasn't authoritarian. Lets get that out of the way right now. Democracy very much existed in the Soviet Union and would have been even more expansive if Stalin had his way. I'd go so far as to argue that the Soviet Union was more Democratic, even during its decline after Brezhnev, than the United States has ever been. If you doubt this, then I encourage you to read the literature I just linked, because if you want to debunk me, you’ll have to debunk them.

When it comes to Trotsky, the problems with him and his ideas run a lot deeper than being simply "domineering" or “aggressive”. He had a nasty tendency to hold no real solid positions on anything, with Lenin once exclaiming:

"The obliging Trotsky is more dangerous than an enemy! ... Trotsky has never yet held a firm opinion on any important question of Marxism. He always contrives to worm his way into the cracks of any given difference of opinion, and desert one side for the other. At the present moment he is in the company of the Bundists and the liquidators."

One moment Trotsky would be calling Social Democrats "fascist" allies of the Communist International, and then next he would be criticizing the Comintern for not forming a united front with them. One moment he'd say "Comrade Lenin has not left any “Testament”... All talk with regard to a concealed or mutilated “Testament” is nothing but a despicable lie, directed against the real will of Comrade Lenin" and the next he'd be saying "Stalinist censorship had placed a ban on Lenin’s Testament as well as upon hundreds of his other works". The dude was all over the place, to put it mildly, and really couldn’t be said to be a trustworthy ally of any revolutionary group.

But wait, it gets worse. In his book Black Bolshevik, Harry Haywood sums up the issues with Trotsky's theories themselves, from the perspective of someone who was physically present to witness the power struggle between him and Stalin:

"Trotsky's theories were thoroughly defeatist and class-collaborationist...

At the base of this defeatism was Trotsky's view that the peasantry would be hostile to socialism, since the proletariat would "have to make extremely deep inroads not only into feudal but also into bourgeois property relations." Thus Trotksy contended that the working class would:

"... come into hostile collision not only with all the bourgeois groupings which supported the proletariat during the first stages of its revolutionary struggle, but also with the broad masses of the peasantry with whose assistance it came into power. The contradictions in the position of a workers' government in a backward country with an overwhelmingly peasant population could be solved only ...in the arena of the world proletarian revolution."

Therefore, it would not be possible to build socialism in a backward, peasant country like Russia. The mass of peasants would exhaust their revolutionary potential even before the revolution had completed its bourgeois democratic tasks-the breakup of the feudal landed estates and the redistribution of the land among the peasantry. This line, which underestimated the role of the peasantry, had been put forward by Trotsky as early as l 915 in his article "The Struggle for Power." There he claimed that imperialism was causing the revolutionary role of the peasantry to decline and downgraded the importance of the slogan "Confiscate the Landed Estates."

Trotsky portrayed the peasantry as an undifferentiated mass. He made no distinction between the masses of peasants who worked their own land (the muzhiks) and the exploiting strata who hired labor (the kulaks). His conclusions openly contradicted the strategy of the Bolsheviks, developed by Lenin, of building the worker-peasant alliance as the basis for the dictatorship of the proletariat. Further, they were at complete variance with any realistic economic or social analysis.

Trotsky's entire position reflected a lack of faith in the strength and resources of the Soviet people, the vast majority of whom were peasants. Since it denied the revolutionary potential of the peasantry, the success of the revolution could not come from internal forces, but had to depend on the success of proletarian revolutions in the advanced nations of Western Europe. In the absence of such revolutions, the revolutionary process within the Soviet Union itself would have to be held in abeyance, and the proletariat, which had seized power with the help of the peasantry, would have to hold state power in conflict, with all other classes.

Behind Trotsky's revolutionary rhetoric was a simplistic social democratic view which regarded the class struggle for socialism as solely labor against capital. This concept of class struggle did not regard the struggle of peasant against landlord, or peasant against the Czar, as a constituent part of the struggle for socialism. This was reflected as early as 1905, in Trotsky's slogan, "No Czar, but a Workers' Government" which, as Stalin had said, was "the slogan of revolution without the peasantry."

So basically, Trotsky believed that it would be impossible for socialism to be achieved in a "backwards" nation and instead it had to arise specifically within Western Europe or the United States before spreading to other "less developed" nations. As Haywood states this is inherently defeatist, as he's literally saying that the entire revolution that the Soviet people had just fought for was essentially for nothing so long as western Europeans remained capitalist and didn't come to fight their battles for them. This idea of "We need white developed nations to come fight the revolution for us and give us socialism" is especially problematic when applied to colonized nations and oppressed peoples. It's dangerously close to the "white man's burden" ideology that dominated western Europe and North America at the time. As Haywood later says in this chapter:

"Trotsky's scheme of permanent revolution downgraded not only the peasantry as a revolutionary force, but also the national liberation movements of oppressed peoples"

Knowing this, it's not surprising to learn that Trotsky was a massive racist, looking down on Stalin as "of Mongolian blood", basically calling him the equivalent of "white trash" in his 1940 biography of Stalin. Like seriously, the first thing he does in that book is go out of his way to paint Stalin as anything but white, or at least not European. Thing is, he considered all of Europe to be a unified "nation", both racially and culturally, similarly to today's European "identitarians". Yet, despite this, he mysteriously doesn't consider Black people in the Americas or Africa to have the same nationhood, expecting Black people in the United States to develop leaders for Africa:

"The Negroes are a race and not a nation. Nations grow out of racial material under definite conditions. The Negroes in Africa are not yet a nation but they are in the process of forming a nation. The American Negroes are on a higher cultural level. But since they are under the pressure of the Americans they become interested in the development of the Negroes in Africa. The American Negro will develop leaders for Africa, that one can say with certainty, and that in turn will influence the development of political consciousness in America."

This is an incredibly eurocentric (or at least ignorant) view of Africa, as there are and have been countless African nations that were all either destroyed or attacked by Europeans. Many parts of Africa had established cultural identities that were systematically destroyed. His view completely lacks any kind of consideration for Africans as historical actors, instead clearly seeing them as a people for whom "civilization" is just beginning, and who aren't ready to have their own indigenous leadership, instead having to import it from the more “culturally advanced” Black people in the US. Also "Nations grow out of racial material under definite conditions" seems to imply that national and cultural identities cannot cross racial lines, and I hope I don't have to explain why that's a really scary and problematic view.

Now, to be clear, that last quote is the view of Trotsky himself, and not all Trotskyists. So I am not calling all Trotskyists racist, I'm simply saying that Trotsky was a racist, chauvinistic ass-hat, and his supporters need to be doubly vigilant of that attitude persisting within their ranks. Trotskyists do have a history of promoting problematic people and views (See: Marcyism), and had Trotsky and Trotskyists risen to power in the USSR instead of Stalin, it's doubtful that the USSR would have remained socialist for so long. Trotsky's thinly-veiled bourgeois and social democratic ideas, and the contradictions therein, would have inevitably led to a capitalist resurgence and the eventual collapse of the entire Soviet bloc. Should it really be any surprise then, that this is exactly what happened when Soviet leaders such as Brezhnev, Gorbachev, and to a lesser extent Khrushchev started parroting his ideas again? (See: Khrushchev Lied)

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A Place to Call Home - Chapter 20

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Rating: T+

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Genre/Warnings: action/adventure/family | kidnapping, violence, strong language.

Story summary: It’s been a few months since the Battle of New York. Steve Rogers is acclimating to life when he crosses paths with teenager Katelyn Sanders, a SHIELD recruit and highly valued asset with a dark past. Follow Kate’s adventure from SHIELD asset to Avenger to wanted fugitive over the course of her youth and into adulthood with her Avenging family. Follows Infinity Saga and beyond.

Words: 6,126

Disclaimer: Majority of properties within this fanfic are owned by Marvel/Disney. My OC Katelyn Sanders, as well as a few other unaffiliated things within this fanfic are of my own creation.

Author Note: Chapters usually average between 6k-8k words, but range from 4k to 10k. Relogs are welcome :) Please no plagiarism or reposts on other platforms. Updates occur weekly on Fridays, however posts on Tumblr usually occur Saturdays.

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Doctor Gordon remains quiet for several long seconds as he processes what Director Fury has told him.

" So you… Just- let him keep her." Gordon gives the littlest of nods, still processing as his hands are at rest upon the edge of Fury's desk.

"I only gave Rogers a week or two, Doctor."

"For what?" Gordon low-key demands, doing his best to hide his anger as he met the Director's eyes.

"Once Rogers realizes he doesn't have the knowledge nor time to take care of her, we can begin negotiations- if you will, in reinstating her back into the pr-"

"Negotiations," Gordon breathes out a chuckle before shaking his head. He can't believe what he's hearing. "I didn't realize we had to negotiate the return of my asset." Gordon snaps. "The avengers don't have any say in this recruit's welfare, nor should we give in to Rogers' demands!"

"Your asset? Doctor?" Fury questions, brow knit gently as Gordon's posture relaxes.

"Forgive my wording, Director. This recruit is part of my life's work under SHIELD. I hope you can understand how her loss would devastate this program," Gordon's tone turns sincere and calm, his eyes on Fury's desk before they lift.

The Director nods after a moment's hesitation before he goes to take a seat at his desk, opposite of where Gordon.

"Rogers informed me of Sanders' condition. She received some injuries in her initial departure from SHIELD; they've been tending to her injuries for the past week. She's still on the mend," Fury explains. "So I hope you can understand the ramifications that come with these details. Rogers doesn't hear from this recruit for half a year and then she pops back up with severe injuries after "escaping", as Rogers' worded it, from SHIELD…" Fury trails off, eyes on Gordon as the doctor seems to process the words. "The Captain already has a negative image of this program, and I would rather not make matters worse at this time,"

Gordon is quiet and gives a small nod of understanding, still somewhat bubbling with anger.

The doctor cannot argue with this, mostly because such things wouldn't stop him, and Fury would disagree with most of his methods. Which is why her training moved. While Gordon wasn't completely in the know with the asset at the Centurion, they were working towards the same goal.

"Just remember, Director, she does not belong to them." Gordon mutters. She belonged to SHIELD. Gordon believed that with every fiber of his being. This asset was extremely important to his work and held the key to potentially limitless scientific breakthroughs… He just seemed to be the only one brave enough to make the hard calls for the sake of scientific discovery.

"I am aware, however now that she's on Rogers' radar again, we need to be mindful of his image of the program."

There's that word again. Captain Rogers this - Captain Rogers that.

"His image," Gordon mutters. He didn't understand when and how this became all about the avengers' opinions. "Their job is to find more of these people, not put this operation in jeopardy and put all this time, effort, and work on hold because one man's opinions are too much to handle."

"Doctor Gordon, this is also about the recruit's future with other agents in SHIELD. This opportunity may be beneficial for her to be in the company of other individuals of her caliber."

"Her caliber far outranks theirs in my opinion, Director." Gordon throws a hand out with a laugh. "Which is why we need to be careful how much exposure she has to these sort of people,"

Director Fury is quiet and looks down at his desk for a moment. While he can never tell Gordon his true intentions for allowing this time for Rogers to be with recruit Katelyn Sanders, Fury believed it would be a beneficial opportunity for the recruit to get away from her SHIELD training. He had his suspicions at this point that her training may be… different from what was being reported. After Rogers brought to light some of the details of one of her training trials several months ago, Fury had been somewhat suspicious ever since. She was a prized asset, her training, if anything, would give her the necessary skills to operate as potentially one of SHIELD's greatest undercover stealth operatives. The training was necessary, however some time with the avengers could prove invaluable.

"... Do you know how many men she killed leaving that base? Did you see the report?" Gordon asks quietly, firmness to his tone.

"I did," Fury responds as he gets to his feet, hands clasping behind his back as he takes a few steps closer to the windows of his office.

"If anything she is a liability; a serious danger to the large civilian population in the city, as well as to your prized avengers."

"My decision is final, Gordon. You're free to go," Fury turns, his own tone turning towards the firm side as he meets the Doctor's eyes.

Doctor Gordon clenches his jaw, gaze burning before he finally throws a hand out with a nod and leaves the office.

Fury's attention turns as he spots Agent Maria Hill in the doorway, scooting by Gordon on his way out.

"Agent Hill," Fury turns and heads towards the center of the room as Hill walks in.

"Sir," She greets formally, arms at her side before she comes to a stop, hands clasping in front of her. "While I don't fully agree with the Doctor, Gordon makes valid points; Sanders is a potential liability where she currently is."

"Rogers didn't say there were any problems," Fury shakes his head lightly. "If anything she seems to be fitting in well,"

Agent Hill is quiet, her silence often expressing a sort of silent protest or opposition.

"I didn't make this decision lightly, Hill." Fury makes clear, catching the Deputy Director's attention as she gives him a small nod in response. "Another week or two without Sanders won't ruin the operation, as much as Gordon may like us to think so."

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hajimesh · 5 years

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lokasenna pt. 9

word count: 2.1k

pairing: jötunn!loki x healer!reader

summary: an unpleasant visit ends up hurting you but your new friend, Loki, will come to your rescue... right?

a/n: it’s 4am here and i’m not sleepy so here you have an update from my insomniac ass. btw ST season 3 is ooouuutttt!♡

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- Níu -

The next day you spent the majority of it at the infirmary. You had a few patients, but overall everything was calm and silent. You sat on the small waiting room, that had a sofa and chairs tucked in a corner, with a book on your hands to study in the meantime. But it didn't matter how hard you tried to focus, your mind kept wandering off to last night.

Loki and you kept talking until the early morning. The rising sun made you realize that you missed your sleeping hours but you really didn't mind. Loki was great company and quite funny if he wanted to. Seeing him so carefree and relaxed in your presence made you so happy, you had always wanted to spend time with him and you blamed Frigga for that. She was always talking about him with you, saying how smart and witty he was. But she didn't make him justice, at all. She didn't mention how his eyes glimmered when he talked about all the mischief he did when he was a kid, or how wide his smile got when talking about his favourite books and poetry. It warmed your heart to see him so happy, he deserved it and you wished nothing but the best for him.

Steering away from your thoughts, you stretched and yawned, feeling tired and sleepy. Until someone barged in the room.

The doors opened and a group of guards marched in until they stood at the centre of the room. Once they halted their movements they switched their positions, making room in the middle. Walking from the core of the group, Princess Angrboda made her way until she stood at the front. Her eyes skimmed around the room and you took your chance to quickly examine her.

Her platinum hair was pulled up in a set of intricate braids that fell on her back and she was wearing a very well-fitting white dress that contrasted beautifully with her pale blue skin. Her stormy eyes finally landed on your form and she raised her brow.

You were confused but the harsh glare of one of the guards quickly made you realize your mistake.

“Oh-OH! Apologies, your Highness.” You made a curtsy and waited for her to speak so you could stand straight again.

Her skirts flowed behind her as she encircled you. A soft hum came from her throat and you were starting to get cramped in the uncomfortable position.

“You must be Loki’s pet.” Her voice was strong, holding an air of authority.

“I beg your pardon?”

Her statement threw you off and your mind went blank. A pet?

But she paid no mind to your words as she continued speaking. “I must admit I never thought he’d choose an Asgardian. I had in mind a more exciting creature.”

Your jaw dropped at her words. How rude!

“I’m sorry but someone must’ve informed you wrongly, your Highness. Yes, I am an Asgardian but I’m not King Loki’s pet, I work here as a healer.”

Angrboda smiled mockingly as she walked closer to you. “Of course, my bad.” She winked, her smile turning into a smirk and before you could reply she interrupted you again. “Now, if you’d be so kind go to my quarters and run me a bath. Afterwards I want a massage.” Rolling her eyes she kept complaining. “Traveling all the way from the south has taken a toll on me.”

You were fed up with her and her rude words. Yes, she may be the Princess but you were not going to stand there and take shit from anyone. Not even from her.

“No.”

Whipping her head around she stared at you, eyes narrowing in a threatening way. “Excuse me?”

Trying to look firm and unwavering, you tilted your chin upwards and steadied your voice before answering her. “I said no. I’m no servant nor anyone’s pet. I’m a healer, so unless you’re feeling sick I’m afraid I cannot help you.”

Angrboda’s body stiffened and you could see her jaw muscles tightening as she turned to face you, a crazed look on her eyes.

“How dare you speak to your future queen in such a way!?”

Without a second thought she threw her hand at you, slapping you on the cheek. The room grew silent and her ragged breaths could be the only thing you could hear. The sting on your cheek quickly grew warm and tears welled up in your eyes.

You rose up from the previously slouching position you were in and as you were to retaliate, your eyes caught sight of Loki, standing on the entrance with a neutral face.

Angrboda’s eyes followed yours as she saw a lack of reaction from your part and found Loki on the doorway. His eyes briefly caught hers but a second later he switched them back to you.

“Angrboda. Come with me, please.” His voice sounded distant and flat.

She straightened up before answering him. “Of course, my King.”

After nodding his head once, he turned around and walked away from the scene; Angrboda trailing right behind him.

The guards left as soon as the royals left the room and some of them had the decency of looking sorry for you, yet no one said a thing.

You were left alone but now with a red mark on your face and hot tears running down your cheeks.

* * * *

“There. That should help with the redness.”

Ægir’s hands left your cheek as he inspected his work.

After everyone left, you sobbed yourself to sleep and when you finally woke up you found it was already dark. As you were about to leave, Ægir appeared on the doorway, claiming that he heard from one of the guards what had happened earlier and that he went to check up on you at your room. When he didn’t found you there he grew worried and somehow, the last place he thought he’d find you was the infirmary.

He immediately offered to help you, rubbing ointment on your cheek. You hadn’t noticed it but when Angrboda hit you she was wearing a ring which cut your skin, leaving a red line with dried blood.

“You know, I’m the healer here. I should be the one doing this.” You joked, wanting to lighten up the mood a bit.

You heard him scoff, his back turned to you as he got rid of the dirty cloths he used to clean the cut. “Nonsense. I’m more than glad to help. Although, it’d have been better if it were in a different situation.”

You sighed. Suddenly the bracelets on your wrist more interesting than your conversation with Ægir.

“I can’t believe he didn’t say anything.” He stopped for a moment, disbelief clear on his voice. “One would think he’d care more about his friend than a stranger.”

You saw him shake his head and you sighed again.

“King Loki and I are not friends.”

At this, he turned around so he could face you properly, a confused look on his face. “But– you have known him since you were children. Have you not?”

“Yes, but he has always been up there.” You answered him as you motioned with your eyes at the ceiling. “And I’m down here.”

Ægir gave you a look of pity which you hated. He crouched down to your eye level, holding your hands in his and gave them a light squeeze.

“I’m sorry. If you ever find yourself in need of a friend know that I’m here for you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, you could really use a friend like him in a place so hostile as Utgard. “Thank you, Ægir.”

He gave your hands one more squeeze before he let them go and stoop up. Holding a hand in front of you he gestured for you to take it.

“Would you like me to escort you back to your chambers?”

You took his hand and he helped you up. “I’d like that very much, yes.”

The both of you started walking, side by side, across the castle. A nice silence sat between the both of you and you took the chance to imagine what would you do once you got to your room.

A nice, warm bath was first, of course. And then you were wondering if you should read a book from the library or work on your magic, seeing as after that nap you were not tired at all. Sadly, your happy bubble busted when you saw Loki making his way straight to you.

He was a good distance away from you but eventually you’d meet, seeing as he was walking in the opposite direction.

The inevitable happened and when he stood just a few meters away from you, you heard him call your name softly.

“Y/N…”

With a curt nod you greeted him. “Your Majesty.”

Loki grimaced, a pained look on his face. “Can we talk?” But when he saw you stepping away from him he couldn’t help but plead for you to stay. “Please?”

You looked at Ægir and he gave you a nod, stating that he’d be there if you needed him. Ægir walked a few steps away from you to give you a bit of privacy and only when he was away Loki dared to speak.

“How is your cheek?” The pained look was still present on his face and you were starting to grow irritated by it.

“She has a cut. There was blood.”

Ægir’s voice called from the distance and Loki gave him a short but menacing look before switching his gaze back to you. “I can see that.”

You rolled your eyes at their interaction. It was as if two boys were here instead of a King and a well-respected sea jötunn.

“I’m fine.”

Your tone was neutral which made Loki uneasy. He took a step forward but you immediately took one back, keeping your distance from him.

“Y/N I’m truly sorry. What happened was totally–”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Your question caught him off guard. Not only because you interrupted him but because you were now looking incredibly hostile. Something he had never seen in your eyes before.

“Wha–”

“You saw it. You saw what she did yet you chose to remain silent.”

Remembering the scene only made your heart hurt again. Loki, your only friend here who could understand how lost you felt in this realm, turning his back on you. You were well aware that your heart broke not only for the friendship but for the could’ve been. What could’ve been if you were more than a healer. He was a good ruler, you were certain of it, but he couldn’t care less for you.

“I couldn’t possibly interfere–”

Once again you cut him off, the rage bursting out of you. “That’s bullshit!”

Both Loki’s and Ægir’s eyes grew wide at your outburst and Loki was quick to try and calm you down.

“Shhh! Not here!”

You ran a hand down your face, wincing when you rubbed at your sore cheek. “Just– answer me one thing. Are you going to marry her?”

A silence sat between the both of you. Loki’s eyes seemed to burst out of their socket as he paled considerably.

At his lack of answer you repeated yourself. “Are you? Because if you are then there’s no point in me staying here any longer. I will not tolerate such behavior from someone who is not my princess and who will never be my queen.”

With his mouth agape, Loki stared at you, completely speechless. Was he going to marry her? Hel– he didn’t even know himself.

The sudden noise of steps approaching got Ægir’s attention but Loki and you were very busy staring at each other, your heart hanging on a thin rope waiting for his answer to either cut it or save it from an ugly fall.

“Are you?”

You saw a guard ran with all his might towards you. “Your Majesty!”

But Loki paid no mind, still debating on what to say.

“I–I..”

The longer he took to answer, the more you felt your gut wrenching in pain.

“Your Majesty!”

With his nerves on end, Loki finally turned around to face the guard who now stood a meter away from him.

“What!?”

The guard had panic written all over his face and you suddenly felt even worse. Something was wrong.

With one sentence the guard managed to suck the air out of the three of you, fear and confusion placing themselves on the pit of your stomachs.

“We are under attack.”

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leupagus · 5 years

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you will miss the green and the woods and streams

A Schitt’s Creek AU thing I wrote for @broadlybrazen, which boils down to “lol what if Schitt’s Creek had been Schitt Records can you imagine.”

You’re welcome/I’m sorry.

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“Okay, but why are you making me do this.” David doesn’t ask, because it’s not a question; it’s a declaration, something he’s learned in the long years since he and Stevie were coworkers, then friends, then — something, almost, not quite — and now they’re people who drag each other to shitty bars in shitty basements in shitty Toronto, except only Stevie is that.

“I’m not making you do anything,” Stevie lies right to his actual face as they collect her beer and his wine from the bartender. “You offered to comfort me.”

“I don’t think I said ‘comfort’ so much as I said ‘support you in your time of—‘“ he waves at her generally, carefully not to spill. “Loss, or whatever.”

Not that Jake qualifies as a loss, per se; he hadn’t even tried to get out of the contract, which Stevie keeps saying is the important thing. And David of all people knows that above-average sex can only take you so far when the other guy is an emotionally illiterate carpenter/rockstar who responded to a breakup text with “bummer :P”

“Well, this is you supporting me.” Stevie takes a swig and leans back against the bar; David admires the clean line of her neck and chest the way he’s done a thousand times before, absentminded appreciation the way he looks at a beautiful coat or listens to a new record; letting it slip through his fingers, like everything else.

“You’re not…performing, are you,” David doesn’t-ask.

Stevie gives him a long look. “You’ve known me for over two years,” she says, even. “Do you think I’m likely to break out into song?”

“You’re a talent scout for a major record label,” he feels obliged to point out.

“Uh, first of all, it’s not major, and second of all, so are you,” she says.

This is, sadly, irrefutable.

When Ira disappeared to God knew where with the keys to the Rose family fortune, their lawyer had pulled them all into the living room with a chipper expression and a folder. David hadn’t listened, the sounds of furniture, paintings, his life being carted out the door overwhelming everything else. But Dad’s voice cut through.

“Schitt Records? That was a joke—“ and it still is a joke, almost two and a half years later. The biggest joke in the music industry, and David hears the laughter everywhere he goes.

Roland Schitt had been managing his wife and an extremely chipper singer-songwriter who went by “Twyla” and did tarot card readings after every set. Schitt Records was worth approximately nothing; probably why the government had let them keep it. When Dad finally exercised his ownership clause and made Roland an ex-officio (read: non-voting) board member, Roland had actually cackled with delight and wished them all the best, taking his “President of” title and a small stipend with him. Jocelyn and Twyla stuck around, although David still isn’t sure that Twyla’s all that aware of the change in management.

And anyway, as far as David’s concerned, the only thing of value at Schitt Records, at least at first, was Stevie.

They’d put Alexis back in the studio for want of any better ideas; David had found a semi-decent, semi-sober songwriter to give her some of the songs Meghan and Ariana had rejected. “Pullin’ Up Alexis” didn’t so much as crack the top 200 but it had put Schitt Records in the black, at least, even if Alexis did go white-faced and brittle at the awful venues David coaxed her into for the better part of a year — county fairs and no-name festivals where the audience wanted to jeer and heckle, where her dancing would get her laughed offstage if her singing didn’t. But every time he’d tell her she could quit (she couldn’t) and that they’d find another way to get the company on its feet (they wouldn’t), she’d lift her chin and smile and ask her where they were going next, and David loved her more than he’d ever, ever tell her.

And when the tour ended, David gritted his teeth and went out with Stevie to find something else. They found Ronnie, who hates them all but has hands like an angel on the piano; Jake who’s prettier onstage than off but who can draw a reliable crowd; even Ray, whose one-man band act is surprisingly lucrative, though David suspects that’s because anyone who listens can’t actually believe what’s happening.

Schitt Records still isn’t worth buying, but it’s worth something, now; worth spending late nights in small towns, worth sleepless weekends working festivals, worth more than David had ever expected to find.

But he’s still looking, he knows, for something else.

Even more insultingly, the open mic has a theme; “90’s Nostalgia!” which means too many bad covers of Alanis and one truly offensive attempt at “I Will Always Love You” that has David ordering his next glass of wine in a pint glass.

Stevie is laughing, though — she’s happy, in tune with the crowd who are clearly here for their respective friends onstage, leading the shaky ones through their choruses and cheering with far more enthusiasm than is merited when each of them wraps up.

“This is horrifying,” David tells her as some guy in his 60s gets gently ushered offstage and there’s a blessed lull.

“I know,” Stevie replies, eyes shining. “It’s great.”

And it is, in a weird way that David would never have enjoyed in his other life; he would never have set foot in here, would never have been friends with someone as grounded and solid and plaid as Stevie in the first place. So he takes a drink and doesn’t suggest they leave, but does pick a fight about sending Ray to ACL.

Stevie obligingly takes the bait and they’re halfway through the comfortable old argument about riders when David realizes the strummy-strummy lala in the background is a) recognizable, b) good, and c) infuriating.

The guy onstage is best described as “unprepossessing accountant,” wearing an ugly shirt and ugly slacks and uglier shoes and an astonishingly ugly fringed vest that’s probably (hopefully) a joke, judging by the wolf whistles from a table near the stage. But he’s got a smile like a searchlight as he rounds the corner of the first verse:

“I’m caught up in the midst of you And I cannot resist…”

David flails around until he makes contact with Stevie’s — okay, her face, which she’ll probably complain about later, but he’s too incensed. “He’s singing Mariah?”

Stevie swats his hand away. “He’s not bad.”

“I—“ David clutches at his pint glass. Fringed Vest, still grinning into the crowd and unaware of David’s newborn vendetta against him, continues.

Boy, if I do The things you want me to The way I used to do Would you love me, baby Hold me, feeling now Go and break my heart

The entire bar joins in on the chorus, Fringed Vest leading them like some hick accountant Pied Piper:

Heartbreaker, you got the best of me But I just keep on coming back incessantly Oh, why did you have to run your game on me I should have known right from the start You'd go and break my heart

Fringed Vest does not, thank God, try his hand at rapping the break but the crowd seems reluctant to let him actually finish the song, the choruses getting progressively louder and more boisterous until Fringed Vest puts a line underneath and steps back from the mic and they finally take the goddamn hint.

“That was—“ awful, he’s about to say, but the problem is that it wasn’t. There’s not a whole lot a Canadian accountant can add to Mariah Carey, especially with the advent of Lip Synch Battle. But it hadn’t felt patronizing or mocking; Fringed Vest knew every word, sang with a voice that couldn’t hold a match to Mariah but still expressed some sort of longing. He’d been joyful, earnest where most people tonight had clung to trite. It… worked.

He’s even more enraged.

“C’mon,” Stevie says, slipping through the crowd with the weary ease of someone who’s been doing this half her life. David tromps behind in her wake, bumping up against the same people Stevie glides past and almost losing her twice before she gets to the dinky curtain that is the backstage and ducking inside.

Which smells like vomit; David immediately flips through the various acts tonight and makes a bet with himself that it was the very sweet otter with the beard and the accordion even while Stevie is making her way over to the side of the stage where Fringed Vest is talking to somebody else and drinking — god, Red Mountain, David is vetoing any contract Stevie tries to push on this guy for that alone.

But Stevie’s introducing them and Fringed Vest extends a hand. “Patrick,” he says, grip firm. Up close he’s — not attractive, exactly, no eyebrows to speak of and a haircut that screams middle management, that smile still the most interesting thing about him. But it’s very interesting.

“David,” he admits, aware of Stevie’s narrowed eyes.

“David Rose,” Patrick says, worryingly. “You own Schitt Records.”

He blinks; this is possibly the first time anyone’s said the name of the company without smirking. “Co-own,” he corrects.

“You manage a friend of mine,” Patrick continues, “Ray? Butani?”

“We only manage one Ray, don’t worry,” Stevie tells him.

“How are you friends with Ray?” David demands. “He plays a vibraphone.”

“We both went to Rotman,” and that explains so much about both Ray and Patrick. “He was pretty excited when he signed.”

“Yes, the glamour of the pub circuit,” David says. “Who can resist the allure of all this,” and he almost hits a girl with beads in her hair and a banjo in her hand climbing onstage.

“It’s got its charms,” Patrick says, still smiling.

#schitt's creek #david/patrick #schitt records #schittalking #ficcage of interest #this story happened mainly because I finally bit the bullet and listened to Noah Reid's album #which hit all my 'very impressed‚ was not embarrassed at all‚ and I thought I would be' buttons #and was like 'oh no what if Patrick had written this instead'

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Just like them (part 8)

Henry Ford Commemorative Park Thursday, November 18, 2038

“What the… are you nuts… that’s never going to work… why do I even care, no, scratch that, what were you thinking!”

“Behold the PL600 domestic assistant, programmed with a comprehensive vocabulary that it knows to use to the best effect!” Gavin sneered. “There’s a reason Cyberlife stopped producing you guys, ey?”

“At least they had to actively drop support for me, while you seem to have a death wish!” the PL600 replied.

“Uh-uh.” Gavin shook his head, then pointed at his partner. “That would be this old fossil here. Me, I’m the clever one, who knows how survive. The only thing I don’t get is, how come we run into you all the time? In a city the size of fucking Detroit?!”

“Might as well be a single-street dump somewhere in an RA9-forsaken prairie”, Daniel replied with a shrug. “Don’t you remember? Right after Markus’ final stand President Warren issued an evacuation order. Only about one-third of the humans stayed and are now mingling with an unknown number of us.”

“As if I could forget!”

Detroit, the Android City. They had made that literal.

Warren told the humans to flee to safety, but the new situation also makes it easier to send a few tanks into town to deal with us without worrying overmuch about human casualties, Daniel mused. Those who still remain here are most likely android supporters and thus expendable in the president’s eyes.

There were a handful residents he, too, could have done without: Most of the DPD officers, for starters. There was no chance for that, though, the law enforcement personnel had been obligated to stay. A rare few humans Daniel would have missed: His downstairs neighbors, the Rasoya family, probably also Neil. And then there was an even smaller number of humans who weren’t here, that he wished would return: Emma… Caroline… and John.

John Phillips. Why do I want you back? To apologize or to kill you again?

Dwelling on his conflicting feelings was of no use now, though. Even if the deviant found an answer, it wouldn’t give him what he really wanted: his old life back. Daniel forcefully shoved all thoughts about his absent family far, far away.

Concentrate on the present, deviant! Like Anderson and Reed, who are standing right in front of you!

Lt. Anderson nodded; nothing in Daniel’s words had been new or unfathomable to him. He even took over the explanation from here, stating that android life would most likely revolve around the five Android Zone stores in Detroit.

“And where there’s people, there’s crime”, Hank said.

“Pray tell, what crime?” Gavin challenged. He was ignoring Hank, staring at Daniel instead. “Don’t you have the city-wide Android Woodstock that you always wanted now?”

“Poverty, Gavin”, Hank supplied. “Don’t you see? The Android Zones now function as upscale restaurants and private hospitals rolled into one. Cyberlife knows that.”

Indeed the company was adapting quickly to the new situation: the erstwhile slavers were now selling luxury items like temperature sensors for models that did not ship with them. CL’s Department of Humanization had some new addons in its lineup that allowed androids to experience the world similarly to the way humans did – to be equipped on a whim and de-installed when it was no longer fun. It was as if Cyberlife hadn’t exactly planned the revolution, but at the very least prepared for an eventual one…

But of course such pleasures were only available for those who could afford it. Therefore the company was also the first employer in Detroit that officially took on androids. And thus the newly freed species was slowly getting fractured into the haves and the not-haves.

“Or did you for one moment believe this crapsack world’s rules would change, just because a few new pieces are on the board now?” Hank grunted at the end of the explanation. “I watched Jericho’s livestream yesterday, they dealt with exactly that topic, among others. Markus was trying to not let it show, but he was shocked to his very core at the development!”

“Of course it would be”, Gavin remarked in a dismissing tone. “It’s an annoying homeschooled arts major, after all! Is Markus alive? We’ve got to treat it as such. But is it fit to sit at the adult table? Nah!”

“Speaking of shocked”, Daniel said, pointing at Gavin’s head. “Explanation, please!”

Because, hello? How come the DPD’s resident human supremacist would wear a LED on his temple? And android LED! That was taking cultural appropriation to a whole new level!

“I re-attached the bad boy yesterday”, Gavin said in a casual voice. “Didn’t you know? I used to be a perfectly ordinary PC200, but deviated over a shitload of abuse received from my so-called co-workers. So far I blended in with the humans, only now that we have to investigate in an android-dominated neighborhood I thought I’d better re-connect with my cultural heritage.”

“No!” Daniel snapped. “No way! I don’t believe you!”

“No, for real! I was born an android. The stories I could tell you about all the ways in which the suckers at the DPD disregarded my feelings… not pretty.”

“I trust you know a lot about android abuse, but only because you committed all those deeds yourself”, Daniel replied. “The rest I don’t buy.”

“LED – Android. Android – LED.”

“That’s a paper-thin disguise you’re wearing there, detective”, Daniel fumed. “All it takes to expose you as a human is one digitally sent ask that your biological brain cannot answer.”

“Alright then, try me!”

“Will do!”

Gavin stood relaxed, expecting the android to try to talk to him in his head. Daniel sighed, nodded, but then he suddenly leaped forward and pounced the detective! Taken by surprise, the man got rammed against the nearest tree. While struggling to free himself, Gavin’s feet caught in the low fence that ran around the trunk. And then, while his body was held helpless, an android fist connected with Gavin’s face. The blood emerging from the nose was red. And that was also exactly the color his LED was not turning into.

“Human”, Daniel said, immensely satisfied. “Fake LED.” He took a step back from the tree and Gavin. “Thought so.”

“What the hell, you were to TALK to me!”

“Wrong person for that, mate.”

“Not even a person. – And that was assault on an officer of the law just now!”

“No, it was property damage. You introduced yourself as a PC200.”

Having freed his foot by now, Gavin pushed himself away from the tree. There was a bit of an oversized flying squirrel about the man when he came rushing towards Daniel, his open jacket flapping in the November wind, and shouting:

“You son of a toaster!”

“Only the son? No longer the toaster itself? We’re making progress!”

Daniel side-stepped the onrushing detective, but although he was quicker on his new feet, the human wasn’t THAT slow. While passing by the android, Gavin reached out and got to grab Daniel by his loose fitting sweater. For a few seconds they were stumbling around each other, then Gavin managed to get a firm grip. He was breathing heavily and the exhaled air thickened to a cloud as it cooled down upon leaving the body. To Daniel it was as if getting breathed at by an angry dragon. His real eyes below the thin layer of artificial skin were fogging up, clouding the android’s vision.

But even so, it was Daniel who spoke up first:

“Don’t lie to me again, Detective! Not even in such an obvious manner! Hear me? Just… don’t!”

“You cannot make me do what you want! Sucks, huh, little deviant? All that bleeding heart new android law, written and printed for nothing…”

“I can make you stop doing what I don’t want you to do, though!” Daniel hissed.

I can kill… I know I can! If I know how to survive, does it matter that I’m dead inside?

“Final, too!”

Why’s life always forcing me into on the violent path? That’s not me. I’m dying, despite living on. Already this body consists of at least three different androids, but Daniel, Daniel was shot at the roof and is winking out of existence. Every day I lose more and more of myself, only to become like those I hate.

“Not to elbow myself into your date, but…”

Human and Android turned around to where Hank was sitting quite comfortably on a park bench. The more experienced officer had watched the scene rather amused until it had reached a level of escalation where he felt the need to intervene.

“…how good is that disguise for real? Can’t say Gavin didn’t deserve the attack just now, but we cannot have him die. – And you, “partner”, let him go already!”

“On a passing glance, there’s nothing wrong with the disguise”, Daniel said, after Reed had really let go of him as instructed. “But it will break under the smallest scrutiny. I’m not exactly exposing a secret here if I tell you that androids pass information back and forth via our LEDs. It’s rather similar to body language.”

“Then try talking to asshole in android… in binary… LEDese… ey, in whatever you call it.”

“I suppose I could do that…”

“If you do, your parole officer will hear from me about you having aided an investigation.”

“’kay.”

The android didn’t even have to concentrate. With the same ease a human was turning from one conversation partner to the next, he addressed Gavin wirelessly. Daniel fully expected to talk into a void, because humans naturally didn’t communicate digitally. But instead there was an actual answer:

<<<Sorry, pal, can’t talk to you that way. Flight mode.>>>

<<<What did you just say? Did you just say something?>>>

<<<It’s a requirement during investigations to discourage hacking attempts.>>>

<<<What the hell…?>>>, Daniel stammered.

<<<Sorry, pal, can’t talk to you that way. Flight mode.>>>

“It’s more or less an answering machine”, Gavin explained. “Soon as the device picks up an attempt to communicate with the wearer, it intercepts the signal and sends a reply. Neat, huh?”

“Your idea?”

“’course!”

“Heh. Who’d thought you could be so creative!”

“Most of the programming was done by Rika”, Hank clarified. He could as well have spoken to an android LED…

(to be continued)

#dbh #detroit become human #dbh daniel #dbh hank #dbh gavin #dbhtextpost

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💜💜PG MM ANON💜💜 Interpretation Collection- 5

Anon said:

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Anon said:

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36.

💜💜nothing went through but MM ANON’s riddle🥃💜

MM ANON … smokescreen’ it’s a bloody forest fire …… feed the mushrooms ……… interview ‘off the record … financial litigation …… not your average SNAP-shot?…… “ hiding in full sight”……… a complicated appearance ……🎼it’s a little bit funny🎼………Balmoral revisited part two……” dark or white meat”…… 👁🤝☎️🏰🔐…… a sordid publication!!!!…… but’but,look on the bright side.

Smokescreen’,it’s a bloody forest fire…

‘Fake photos’ of PH, mm amw, the child in huge, doesn’t move, dressed in clothing as if it’s January. The two alleged Sussexes, wore hats/caps, heads down, no way to ascertain for sure the identities. Flying via private jet, EJ pipes in that he footed the carbon footprint 🤨🧐mmmmm’kay 🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥. All look here look here, don’t pay any kind to PA and the forest fire raging, lies, obfuscations, major monarchy shaking issues happening, but watch the private jet issues. Puh -leeze? This is just a major amount of ordinance thrown into the fire and explosions rumbling worldwide. I have said this three times, but it bears repeating, watch the stock market, JE played in a league beyond what any of us could imagine, the real $$$$£££££€€€ of the world. Have your portfolios in order.

Feed the mushrooms….

Mushrooms grow best in dark, dirty soil, fertilized ie manure conditions l so there is more filth coming, and it will continue …..this is not a one big news break and it’d done, no no no.These investigations have been ongoing for years…think back to LLM, 1955!!! The F.B.I. started in earnest gathering any and all intel on his behaviours!

Interview off the record

Is this PA and the BRF demand? As thus far it’s an American issue, he has not cooperated , this is madness, absolute insanity.

Financial litigation

Lawsuits being threatened or actually filed against PA/BRF for financial compensation to the underage victims he allegedly had sex with.

Not your average SNAP-shot

Who sent sex photos via the web? Or via mobile? Who has underage naked photos???

“Hiding in full sight”

PA? Galavanting around Europe on private jet unheeded and seemingly unbothered l except “appalled “ at JE behaviour. What we have in a man who has been untouchable, pardon that horrible pun. Untouchable when the palace denied any allegations years ago and he still living large , doing his thing , with a smug smile on his face ten days or so ago, when he attended Craithie Chapel with HMTQ. Makes me so angry!

A complicated appearance

HMTQ will have a few outings chapel, facing the public. I still feel haunted by those two photos of her last Sunday in the car in the rain going to Chapel.😢.

🎼 its a little bit funny 🎼

Your song by EJ. LOVE that song but he pipes in regarding the private jet/paying carbon emissions BS. Why is he piping in now?? The whole world is going crazy, even ED from L.A. Is piping in her opinion.

Balmoral revisited, volume two

Oh MM ANON, giving me fond memories of Brideshead Revidited😊. PA taking another trip to see HMTQ? I soooo badly want to say mummy, but l cannot.

“dark or white meat”

OMG! I think l know what this means but l cannot type what l think. Victims of human trafficking and sex rings and those whose utilize them, those individuals have certain things they favour in a victim. I just cannot say more!

👁 🤝 ☎️ 🏰 🔐

Things have been seen, intel, maybe even satellite data as MM ANON had a mentioned a satellite dish in a very recent riddle. Calls have been made and received. When l see a red phone, l think of a secured phone, with technology to prevent any possible ‘listening in ‘. The palace ie The Firm LG and HMTQ have sealed the deal, l see this regarding mm. PA is a whole other kettle of 🐠. Sorry MM ANON, I just HAD to use an emoji, in your emoji clue😊.

A sordid publication!!!!!

Ok folks, get comfortable, get popcorn 🍿 and 🥃 and watch the show. Photos, videos, the whole lot is going to be published. I hope PM flying es back from Nice not in coach but private jet because HE WILL be one of the tellers of this! I CAMNOT WAIT!!!

but, but look on the bright side..

Reassurance that hey we finally getting mm dealt with, distract from the looming tsunami with PA.

Thank you so much PG…looks great!😊💜💜💜💜

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37.

💜💜PG INTERPRETATION 💜💜

Thank you MM ANON💜🙏🏻😊👋

Sorry it’s so late l have had a houseful of family today. This one took me longer, my hands are so numb today. So, please forgive any spelling or grammar errors GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

MM Anon

MM ANON … buy one,get one free …… baffle them with itinerary …… Lack of FIB-RE…… Bury this one Charles …… “And by opposing end them”……… The devil is in the (denial) detail……Sierra’Charlie’Alpha’Mike……… 👎🦷🤫🏁🗯🔓……… something borrowed,something BLUE…… “throw another million on fire, darling”…… “when the wind BLOWS”………… Sorry’ I don’t see a reservation!!

Buy one get one free

This lovely PR, the faux-manitarian behaving like a teen shopping for her grad dress! This whole Smart Works is such a $$$€€€€££££ grab.

I seriously cannot believe respectable companies are involved, but than again M&S are on their last leg and pinning hopes on this working. As far as presenting herself professionally, one would not ever show up for a job, a DECENT job dressed thus and acting like that and have any hopes of attaining the position. At least not in my world or any professional l know.

But l digressed sorry just had to add that.

Baffle them with itinerary

This is hilarious because nobody here was baffled. People were clever enough to search out the planes call signs . We are not teenage ‘squad’ members. The fun addition of commentary from EJ, ED and P**K, l refuse to spell her name!

Lack of FIB-RE

FIB in the UK is the Fraud Intelligence bureau. Well our girls loves to merch, and there have been a lot of financial questions. Is this agency investigating?? I find this interesting. I also this, as a healthy body needs fibre to cleanse the body of waste and helps ease its removal, very likely that the work this agency and other are assisting is removing waste from the Royal system. Just a thought.

Bury this one Charles

Buried secrets. Things PC has kept secret, and they need to stay buried. I strongly alluded to one the other riddle regarding LLM, but is PC compelled to keep schtum about PA.

“ and by opposing end them”

MM ANON SHAKESPEARE…Hamlet….to be or not to be, that is the question, whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them. Hamlet soliloquy, on suicide or action, what to do…..one of many soliloquy’s we had to memorize in school. Mans action or inactions. JE chose suicide, others like PH , PA have not. There are two ways to deal, this is a quagmire.

The devil is in the denial(detail)

The saying is the devil is in the details, meaning if you forget the small things, the entire project, plan etc, may collapse I see this as the strong denial put foreword years ago regarding the allegations against PA, it’s the cover-up of the sin.

Sierra ‘Charlie’Alpha’Mike

Acronym obviously SCAM, however deeper Charlie?Charles Alpha?the Alpha son who would be King. Was he aware of the PA behaviour, allegations denied years ago? If he was a party to the cover-up that will be a knell to his being King. This was referenced in recent riddle regarding regency.

👎🦷🤫🏁🗯🔓

Offer not accepted, someone is gritting their teeth over this but must keep this quiet. The race is over, shouting of excitement or anger depending which one is party of and the locks are open, for now. So for now PA remains free, at some point, unless things go completely pear shaped and The Firm hides him, he will be compelled to answer questions.

Something borrowed, something BLUE…

Old wedding saying, you all know it… Smart Works regency to the program of providing clothes for women seeking employment our faux-manitarian is playing at. BLUE please PLEASE FINALLY! Let the video, filthy photos of yachting days and all the garbage be made public. PLEASE!🙏🏻

Throw another million on the fire darling

More more and STILL MORE PR! SICKENING!

When the winds BLOWS….

The cradle will fall….little rubber doll will fall but whoa miracle child unhurt! Please let this ongoing lie be made know please! BLOWS, well, we know whose the expert!

Sorry, l don’t see a reservation!

She is done! Backs turned…….over! PLEASE!

Wonderful job! Thank you so much PG! So happy you had a great family filled day!😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Aug 21st, 2019

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38.

💜💜PG INTERPRETATION 💜 💜

💜💜Hi everybody, l am so sorry l couldn’t do the riddle yesterday 😞. I have been working on today’s. I don’t know how good it is, l have been so poorly glad my sister is here. I have read heard any news except what was said about our little George💜💜

Thank you so much MM ANON

MM ANON … Highs and LOWS……… FAMILY concerns …LOOSE cannon…… Morgan/sorry Megan “ a suitable case for treatment”. …… “this is not a rehearsal!!”…… Carra-BEING…… detected, rejected, Sub-jected…… 🏌️‍♂️👁🤫👯‍♀️🌪…… at last we can relax ‘ for a few weeks …… another holiday ( fetch the jet)…… THICK SKIN-ned …EX-COMMUNE-negated.

Thank you MM ANON

Highs and LOWS

Her behaviour has been repeatedly witnessed high, low, bizarre, etc

FAMILY concerns

The entire BRF is FAMILY , mm is not. There are numerous serious issues at play here, PA, PH, what’s to be done, what truths are to be told and what’s best just left as it is. GOT “nothing buried stays buried “ The entire family now is at Balmoral, l am not 100% certain where PH is.

LOOSE cannon…

Several layers of secrets as the are exposed the public’s reaction will be very unpredictable, many are onto her fake ness and are already now aware of PA friendships with various nefarious individuals. I say several loose cannons.

Morgan/sorry Megan “a suitable case for treatment.

Notice Megan is spelled without the H that mm uses. Morgan a suitable case for treatment is a 1966 film.

DescriptionVolatile artist returns to London after having been institutionalized, hoping to reconcile with his wife. When he learns she is leaving him for art dealer he is determined to win her back. While stalking her, he becomes obsessed with Marxism and gorillas. In his new monkey costume, the artist begins a campaign of harassment against her and her lover.

Hmmm stalking, obsession, years of pre-planning, substance use/abuse. Sounding like institutional treatment for long time, versus prison at this time.

This is not a rehearsal

Reminds me a few days ago there was question regarding London bridge falling down code, rumours rampant someone had passed. So what we are going to see now is the real deal, no more f***ing kabuki. Sorry language, you have no idea how FURIOUS l am at that tv lady, l can’t use the word journalist.

Carry-BEING

As the Duke of Windsor was exiled to the Bahamas, PA may well be given such a post. Or PH to Africa, or both!

Detected, rejected, subjected

We have had this before. Substance detected, application for citizenship rejected, she will be subjected to face her legal consequences , will be subjected to medical care, treatment, rehab, than legal issues. ? In UK or US?

🏌️ 👁🤫👯 🌪

Golfing relaxing, someone saw something that was to be very confidential. Man involved with women, in any public knowledge of this is coming and it will be a massive tornado of news and public reactions.

At least we can relax for a few weeks

With mm dealt with finally, they can spend time at Balmoral together and relax. There will be one huge firestorm when the fake wedding, fake pregnancy etc etc etc and the millions of £££££££ spent.

Another holiday ( fetch the jets)

PH going likely to Africa, not holiday but public may see it as holiday. Or keener still, LG releases that MM ha jetted off and she is really in custody. THAT would be brilliant!

THICK SKIN-ned

The royals, Brits is general have tough stuff, despite the firestorm that is going to be unleashed, they will all carry on with their duties. LOVE THEM SO💜GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

EX-COMMUNE-gated

Someone ex behind gates oh we are all praying it’s mm, and she will be ex, if the wedding was legal even.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

I have a lot of blog to read but this was my priority. I will be here when l am able. Love and prayers for you all.💜🐼🙏🏻🐼😊🐼👋🐼💜💜💜💜💜💜

Thank you so much PG! Prayers for you!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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39.

Thank you MM ANON 🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON … August Bank Jolly-stay……”were gonna need a bigger statement”…… “the boys a f#@ing embarrassment” …… “ it all went tits up when he met that bloody woman”…”calm down Philip” ……… I’d stay put if I were you ……on the Fly-bee……… smelling of (slightly wilted) roses…… “and that day may never come”… blame Fredo …… her “Diana” moment …… 👎🏉🎟.

August Bank Jolly-stay…

Play on words of the August Bank Holiday/long weekend term used in 🇨🇦

ABJ all capitalized, meaning?? PA et al are vacationing in Spain, or last l heard. Seems golfing is fun, doesn’t outwardly seem bothered, blows my mind. Jolly, when l was in Scotland was the coolest restaurant in Dundee, but l don’t think it is that. Some having a jolly stay , certainly the Royal family has circled the wagons at Balmoral. Please, PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE , PULL THE PLUG ON HER ALREADY!!

We’re gonna need a bigger statement”

PA released a letter today decrying JE behaviours but absolute denial of any awareness of illegal sexual conduct. Continues Spanish vacay and not going to U.S. to be interviewed. They NEED cooperative from him, not just a flighty statement signed Andrew!

The boys a f#@ing embarrassment..

This is definitely PP talking about PA, dragging such filth into the monarchy. Fed up with this ongoing issue for years now.

It all went tits up when he met that woman…calm down Philip

Two possibles PA and GM or PH and MM, both are horrific but l think he’s referring to mm and the embedding into the Firm. I hear HMTQ tellingly him to calm himself. So awful at their age, after a lifetime of service, they are having to deal with this!

I’d stay put if l were you

PA stay in Spain, golf away, enjoy your family vacation. Oh how l feel for Beatrice and Eugenie. Fergie is in things £££€€£££

On the Fly-bee

The Cambridge’s et al flew to Aberdeen on Flybe £78 each, now it has come out, the airplane was directed to fly to Norwich empty to pick them up. What started as a good carbon footprint has gone pear shape, to no fault of theirs.

Smelling of (slightly wilted )roses

Is this the nonsense PR about mm , PH and MM going to Princess Diana’s grave? Oh how foul a beast that breathes the breath to use that as PR. A fell wind doth blow!!

“And that day may never come”

The facing of American justice by PA, if anything they hope for financial settlement. At this point SDNY is too far in, he needs to cooperate SOON,

Blame Fredo

Godfather reference. Fredo was the useless brother who sold out the family and paid with his life. This scenario, who is the brother that sold out the family???PA, Although he will not lose his life, he’s betrayed everything his mother holds dear!

Her “Diana” moment

Again this is the vile PR putrid words that she, MM and PH will make a visit to Diana’s grave around the anniversary date of her death, next week. This enrages me almost equally as that “tv lady” making fun of PG. (Prince George, not me ie PG🤣)

👎 🏉 🎟

Only PH at the rugby, no mm! But he is not himself at all!Oh how l,wish l knew more!!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

💜💜🙏🏻God bless you MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

Thank you PG…..😊💜💜💜💜💜❤️

Aug 24th, 2019

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💜💜PG INTERPRETATION OF MM ANON💜💜

MM ANON … airmiles the Sunday roast!!…expect a Murky PR blitz…public poll’ most hated …… “ just f@# them off to the colonies”…a heavy toll…… (A HEALTH CONCERN)… “rest is recommended”……contemplating a Ruling change …… This much loved family …2025?👑👑……A brave new word…… A Monarchy Renaissance … OUR COMMON-WEALTH. …… A holistic answer

air miles the Sunday roast!!

Sunday roast may be Sunday dinner as a family. This is a different roast , as in mocking something or someone, remember the old roasts on US network tv, the ones on now are so vulgar they are unwatchable! I believe this this is family discussion, conversation regarding all the jet-setting, were they real or LG PR?? The fall-out with the public has been enormous after The woke ‘preaching’ over eco-living/carbon 👣.

expect a Murky PR blitz!!

She who shall not be named is continuing and will worsen her agile, loathsome PR, it’s sheer evil!!

Public poll, most hated!!

Mm will be listed as the absolute most hated ‘royal’ likely ever, but truly she is NOT ‘royal’.

“Just f@# them off to the colonies”

This is PP 100% his solution send mm and her issue, back to America, just be done with it already.

A heavy toll, A HEALTH CONCERN

This is taking a heavy toll on the entire family, the reputation etc of the entire BRF. Decades of dedication and service washed away by this person and behaviour. I have been and vocally before stated my concern for the health effects of this on HMTQ, PP, and PH. I am triply concerned and out Harry now, after the suicide of his friend in early August. PTSD and it’s high rate of suicide, he is high risk, add to that the role he has been compelled to play for two years now. I keep him close in prayers 🙏🏻. Please everyone do🙏🏻.

“Rest is recommended”

I think for HMTQ , PP and escape PH. oh how l am concerned!

Contemplating a Ruling change, this much beloved family, 2025 👑 👑,

Again l wonder, if Regency is on the table, for discussion, and coronation deferred until 2025 for PC and C, he would rule as Regent in HMTQ stead. I highly doubt they would jump over to PW and DC.

A brave new word

Regent! New paradigm of how the BRF is viewed, titles and their role.

A monarchy renaissance.

Renaissance ,a revival of or renewed interest in something. Regency, and dealing with the horrid fall-out of mm, would be the public’s view of our Royals that we love so much!💜🙏🏻💜. Requiring a whole new paradigm for all our Royals and function.

OUR COMMON-WEALTH

we, are the Commonwealth, the UK and all the Common Wealth, we love so dearly, we are part of BRF, their role in our daily lives, they visit, on our money, at any political decisions, the Governor General is HMTQ official representative. Also the actual $$$££££££€€€€ the family shares, property jewels owned by HMTQ. It’s all at play, how much will be paid in recompense if any regarding PA , if any legal civil penalties are levied.

A holistic answer

Helping PH cope with all he is, PTSD likely, the fallout of one bad decision regarding mm, and all the fallout of that, the suicide of his friend, the public changing their feelings for him. WE STILL LOVE YOU HARRY💜💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜

PLEASE GOD, LET THEM ALL BE WELL AND RECOVER FROM THIS. PLEASE PLEASE REMOVE SHE, WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED!!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

THANK YOU MM ANON💜💜🙏🏻💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

Thank you so much PG…yes prayers!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜😊💜

Aug 25th, 2019

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💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

MM ANON ……🎼 O’ honey honey 🎼…… a Northern anticipation?……A cleaner Subpoena … desperation, exasperation , instigation ……… “Spend, spend, spend”…… “The Wicked Lady”…… “The naming of parts” …… This poignant reflection …… a Flushing visit.…… Harry Pottering………much MORE Wien-ing …… 🙀👤👂🌧⚡️……🎼you ain’t seen Nnnnnothing yet 🎼

🎼 O’ honey honey

Old song by the group The Archies. Typical pop song cheesy love lyrics. Well we sort of know who Archie is, but nothing for certain, age, father, where he is etc. I also wonder the use of candy is reference to substances?

A Northern anticipation?

Is mm going to Balmoral? Will there be an intervention type confrontation? Will there be some sort of law/taking into custody or hospitalization/rehab destination first?

A cleaner Subpoena

I hear the word cleaner and in any criminal event, my thoughts go to what has been referenced before, those silent,,quiet grey men/women in suits who clean up after the messes of the wealthy or politically important people. In this case however, l suspect the Subpeona capitalized may mean PA interview with the F.B.I. with very clear line of questions that may be asked has been sorted and agreed to by his legal representation but then it would not be a subpoena if he willingly answered questions. Subpoena, for interviews when someone is not voluntarily wanting to testify or give an interview, in this case it’s very likely a female we know. The word cleaner mystifies me, other than there are so many issues allegedly involved, the subpoena may be restricted at this point to the issue, my usage of the word issue here means quite literally her issue, meaning the child that may have her DNA, via surrogate. The subpoena then involving the subterfuge of the child and fake pregnancy, violation of the “ of the body” law.

desperation, exasperation, instigation

She is desperate, PR shows that, anything and everything horrid is being put out, worst being Involving Harry’s mother. Everyone is beyond exasperated with her, plain sick and tired a year ago. People would just like her to leave the country and go live quietly elsewhere, yeah like that’s going to happen. Instigation is the action or process of instigating an action or event. Well she has been instigating a long time repeatedly, but what will be the final time? The brutal use of Princess Diana the final straw.

Spend, spend, spend

PR up the wazoo $$$$££££££€€€€€ . PR is getting crazier, inhumane, interesting consistent SPLASH, etc same paps used by the players…..seems unending and the depths gone to, l almost can smell the sulpher from the evilness..

“The Wicked Lady”

1945 film, plot is In 17th-century England, a woman lives a privileged yet humdrum life as the wife of well-heeled land-owner. To stave off boredom, she begins impersonating a famed highway robber stealing precious jewels and valuables from coach passengers. A chance encounter with the actual thief propels her into a dangerous double life with potentially lethal consequences. Hmmmm double life, lies, stealing, treachery, danger reminding you of anyone???

“The Naming of parts”

Naming is capitalized, is this to do with Archie, part of his name is Mountbatten Windsor. These parts of his name are stolen as he is not of royal blood, most certainly does not fit the “ if the body” requirements of the laws regarding royal succession. Lies more lies.

This poignant reflection

As the time approaches, or rather the anniversary date of Princess Diana’s death approaches, the boys, the entire family undoubtedly reflect on the what if’s? Especially now, with a new baby Prince Louis, and all the horror of mm, how things might/would be so different were she still there. So precious how PW spoke about telling his children about their other grandmother!💜

A Flushing visit

Might mm visit the tennis? Might she break her toilet and have trouble flushing?😄😂😂🤣sorry l had to interject some humour, this is taking me forever, my blasted hands😖.

Harry Pottering

The first thing comes to my mind is MISCHIEF MANAGED!! Has she and her ‘mischief’ been finally dealt with/managed and is she out to a place where doors may be locked? Prison or institution? Either way, she is managed!

No More Wiening

No more whining from her in the media/PR etc. Wien and Vienna are different names for the same city. Wien is the German word, Vienna is English word. JE had an Austrian passport. Hence no more new behaviour from him, and likely NO MORE MONEY TO SUPPORT THE PLOT/mm alleged funding.

🙀👤👂🌧⚡️…

Silent, hidden observers hear and see something shocking, that will cause a major storm , hypothetical thunder and torrents of hill now secret information, like torrents of rain. I don’t know how the kitty cat is involved unless one wants to use a vulgar word.

🎼youain’t seen nnnnnnothing yet🎼

I know these guys BTO……there is so much filth, information yet to come …beyond our wildest imagination l think.

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

💜💜🙏🏻Thank you MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

Thank you so much dear PG! MM Anon can you give some feedback for PG, she struggles and yet it’s more important to her to help us out…..God Bless you PG!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Aug 27th, 2019

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💜💜🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻💜💜

MM Anon

MM ANON … THE ENIGMA THAT IS HARRY… that painful public display Of wedded bliss-ters will forever be etched in the National psyche as a comedy of errors the likes of which we will never recover from, the consummate Kabuki. On the left a collective of Hollywood riff-raff, on the right the monarchy in all its 1200 years glory. Dear sweet Jesus ‘ the humiliation. Only one person can end this interminable farce. And sooner than later. Courage is now a necessity.

MM ANON … “ it was the epoch of incredulity”… “she doth protest… Rumbold on retainer …… the ribbons of retribution …… micro evidence in camera …… in contempt of a pardon ……” softly softly……”…… an agreeable conclusion …… “return to this green and pleasant”…” long and winding mode”……in blogs good time.

“It was the epoch of incredulity”

Quote from famous Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, During the French Revolution Paris and France wanted republic, the guillotiine was the means to employ beheadings of royals. In London, during the Victorian time the long ruling Victoria, much beloved by many. The monarchy remained strong.

Are we to believe the entire British monarchy is at risk of republic? People are very angry, across the Commonwealth. When it’s all publicly released as fake, a lie, fake pregnancy, fake 30£ million wedding and on and on, there will be fury like never before. Again not so much the liE, BUT THE COVER UP OF THE LIE! The entire truth must be told now!

She doth protest

Well she doth protest too much which in itself can be inferred as overcompensation for lying.

Rumbold on retainer

Are you being served? Hugely popular vintage British comedy show about the staff at a store. Cuthbert Rumbold managed the lot of characters in employ of the store. So him being on retainer, do we need an excellent manager to deal with the motley crew which is mm et al, of course. The connection to JE via GM via her father below is just interesting!

Grace & Favour, which was known by the title Are You Being Served? Again! in the United States and Canada, is a Britishsitcom sequel to the long-running series Are You Being Served?

The idea of a spinoff was originally suggested by the cast of Are You Being Served? almost immediately after the original series ended in 1985. But though creators-writers liked the idea, they agreed that the department store format was exhausted and that any spinoff would require a change of location. The plotline that brought the cast from the store to the manor was considered remarkably topical, since it aired just a few months after the death of British publishing tycoon Robert Maxwell, who was revealed to have borrowed heavily against his own employees’s pensions.

The ribbons of retribution

Retribution is punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act. When crimes are international, or war crimes etc the court is the International court at The Hague, Netherlands. It is a blue ribbon panel, meaning a variety of legal experts very highly regarded. Think blue ribbon as the prize flowers at the flower show but on a massive scale.

The International Court of Justice (ICJ) sometimes called the World Court, is the principal judicial organ of the United Nations (UN). The ICJ’s primary functions are to settle international legal disputes submitted by states (contentious cases) and give advisory opinions on legal issues referred to it by the UN (advisory proceedings). Through its opinions and rulings, it serves as a source of international law

I would encourage you all to educate yourself regarding this body.

Ribbons of retribution is also found in X box Gears of War 3, ribbons/medal of honour, service, etc are worn proudly!! PRINCE HARRY SHOULD RECEIVE THE HIGHEST OF HONOUR FOR HIS OVERT COVERT ROLE OVER THE LAST TWO YEARS. YES I MEANT OVERT COVERT!

Micro evidence in camera

In camera, legally or in board meetings etc , in camera comments are those not recorded by the note taker, it’s for the group knowledge or discussion only. Having served in numerous of such capacities l know only too well how difficult those situations can be when people want all the data. Here we have micro, could be DNA. DNA /parentage of baby Archie to remain confidential.

The other obvious could be spy like micro film in a camera but l highly doubt that, just mentioned it as an obvious but MM ANON is never obvious.

In contempt of a pardon

Contempt is disrespect in any form or disrupting court proceedings or non compliance the judge can declare contempt of court. Contempt of a pardon is odd wording. If mm were pardoned , had she been charged, convicted and sentenced, CONTEMPT would be the least of the adjectives. So if PA , neither has been charged of anything to my knowledge, continued to refuse interview by the F.B.I. A subpoena could be issued. The wording of this confuses me. Basically if someone gets pardoned there will be contempt.

“softly, softly “

Softly, softly, catchee monkey”, this old Engllish proverb means that if do not rush or if you avoid being too hasty, then eventually you will achieve your goal - in other words, be patient. How many times has Skippy said, be patient there is a lot we don’t know, and a lot of working going on in the background, globally! Have your ducks in a row is similar!

Softly, Softly was a British television drama series, produced by the BBC and screened on BBC 1 from January 1966. It was created as a spin-off from the series Z-Cars, which ended its fifth series run in December 1965. The series took its name from the proverb “Softly, softly, catchee monkey”, the motto of Lancashire Constabulary Training School.

an agreeable conclusion

They have reached a decision of when and how to end this. We must watch and wait. They have all agreed.The fallout will be horrendous.

Return to this green and pleasant

Once again be settled, able to enjoy a Balmoral as well as the beauty that is family love, PH, PW DOC all publicly able to be themselves once again. England has numerous times been referred to the green and pleasant land in books etc.

Long and winding mode

Song by the Beatles we all know long and winding road. This l believe to be the way or mode in which the information will be shared and the way it will be dealt with. I also think it refers to our Harry and his emotional recovery and the modalities/modes which may have been and might be employed to help him.

In blogs good time

Things will happen In God’s good time. Dare this Skippy be a reference to you and your blog, which has for over 21/2 years been at uncovering the liar….perhaps refers to all the people who via social media blogs have kept the faith GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you so much PG! You are amazing!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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