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kkami-writes · 8 months

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full house ━ chapter one. wc. 1.9k

Time to you had always felt both too slow and impossibly fast at the same time. Some days felt like they would drag on endlessly, feeling bored out of your mind and briefly wondering if this was how your life was gonna feel like forever. While some days you could blink and then suddenly the day was over. Sometimes weeks would pass like this as well. That feeling of your life passing by way too fast without anything to show for it was overwhelming at times.

But you supposed it wasn’t all that terrible though. You had a job you loved, having inherited a book cafe from your parents after they had passed but you had also gained the far too big of a house that they owned in a nearby cozy suburb. It had made you feel much lonelier than you were, all these empty rooms for just yourself.

Weeks turned into months and the seasons changed from winter to spring. But your daily routine hadn’t changed at all. You didn’t necessarily hate it if you were honest, but sometimes it felt so repetitive that you thought you might just lose your mind.

Everyone around you seemed to change, adapting to the constant flow of time. Yet you found yourself utterly the same and all alone. Though that last part might have been your fault, you really haven’t tried to branch out from the cozy bubble you lived in.

It’s early evening on a Saturday and you’re sitting on the small swinging couch that's connected to the porch, curled up with a book and some tea. You constantly were trying to read all sorts of genres, keeping up with the latest popular books to have the cafe well stocked. However it was hard to concentrate when the neighborhood kids were kicking up a ruckus nearby. Their high pitched screams hurt your eardrums.

When you look up to glare at them you realize that they’re surrounding one of your trash cans, kicking it around and laughing. You’re quick to get up, abandoning your book as you storm over to them.

“Hey!” Your voice is loud and demanding, effectively startling the kids. That’s all it takes for them to scatter, running in all different directions. You roll your eyes, not bothering to run after the annoying brats but you are rather curious at why they had been kicking at your trash.

Glancing into the bin you see an entirely white ferret with a singular black dot under its left eye. It’s on its hind legs, trying to desperately get out of the circular tube. The trash had only been half full and it’s not enough for the creature to be able to crawl out.

“Hey little guy, you must have been scared from all that kicking” At your voice the ferret startles, falling backwards and squirming back to its legs. A laugh bubbles up in your throat at its slightly dramatic reaction. “Are you ok? Were you trying to look for food?” You question even though you know it’s not gonna respond.

Hybrids had been woven into modern society in the last fifty years after their discovery — though not everyone had treated them fairly. Most people saw them as pets, things to own or even worse, sex slaves. Laws against hybrids were getting better to protect them, but they were still pretty restrictive. It wasn’t exactly easy to tell a hybrid from a normal animal while they were in their domesticated forms, so you couldn’t be 100% sure if the ferret in your trash was indeed a hybrid or not.

The animal looked like it was sizing you up, eyes squinting and head tilting. You had a good feeling the creature in front of you was a hybrid, probably a stray if you had to guess. Unfortunately hybrids didn’t have a lot of rights in their favor a lot of them needed an “owner” or “guardian” to be in charge of them. This left a lot of strays on the street from terrible people who would abandon their hybrids if they had ever gotten to be “too much”. However, at 21 a hybrid could declare itself independent and live on their own, but housing was often hard to find. Lots of landlords had implemented a no independent hybrids rule and many places for employment either didn’t hire hybrids at all or gave them less pay compared to an “actual” human.

People were cruel to things they didn’t understand, so quick to dehumanize someone who might be a little different.

“Are you stuck? Do you want some help?” you call out softly, slowly reaching your hand out to show you mean no harm. The ferret doesn’t take it that way because as soon as your hand is in front of it, it's biting down hard into your index finger. You wince as its small teeth sink into your flesh. Still, you don’t shake the creature or pull away — something that confuses the ferret.

“S-see? Not so scary right?” You give a slightly strained smile, not moving an inch to let the creature know you truly mean no harm. Slowly, it lets go of your finger, backing away with its head down as if ashamed. When you pull your hand back you can see the blood dripping from the small indentations. “Oof, you’ve got some teeth on you huh?”

“Here, I'll put the trash down ok? So you can crawl out if you want. I’m gonna go address my wound and I'll leave my door open if you choose to come in. No pressure but I do have some food if you’d like,” Your smile is kind as you glance down at the white ferret before slowly moving the trash to its side so it can crawl out.

You turn to walk back towards your house, looking behind you to see if maybe the ferret was following and you try to ignore the disappointment that fills your chest when it doesn’t.

In the kitchen you thoroughly rinse off the wound, waiting for the bleeding to stop before applying ointment and a bandaid. You won’t lie, it throbs a little but you try to pay it no mind. You remember you’ve left your book outside so you go to retrieve it until you feel something nudging at your foot.

Looking down, you see the pretty white ferret and a smile immediately graces your lips. In the bright light of your kitchen you can see that its fur is slightly dirty, probably a result from being a stray for a while and you briefly wonder how long it’s been in your trash.

“Hi there, are you hungry?” The ferret makes a squeak like sound that makes your smile even brighter at how cute it sounds. You move to open the fridge, glancing around for stuff you have. “Hm, are you a hybrid?” You question but you get no answer this time, though you’re almost certain the ferret is from how it’s been behaving as well as practically understanding your words.

Hybrids didn’t have to follow their animal counterparts' diet as closely but you didn’t want to risk it. So after a quick google search on a ferret diet you place a plate of shredded chicken on the ground for it. The speed in which the small thing practically scarfs it down is impressive.

“Careful, don’t choke,” you laugh, this time really leaving to grab your book and tea from the porch. When you come back the ferret is at the door waiting for you, as if unsure if it should leave or not.

“You can stay if you want. I don’t mind. Whether you’re a hybrid or not,” you make the last point clear, letting it know you didn’t care if it was just a normal ferret or actually a hybrid.

“Do you maybe wanna take a shower? I’m sure you could use one,” the same squeaky noise emits from its tiny mouth and you let out a small laugh. “ok, sounds good. let me show you,” You guide the tiny ferret to your bathroom, showing it where everything is. “I’ll also leave some clothes on the bed if you choose to transform. Oh— but I don’t know if you’re a boy or a girl…well, most of my stuff is gender neutral anyway. Don’t feel pressured though,” With that you leave the white ferret to its business. You lay a simple shirt and a baggy pair of sweatpants you hoped would fit whether the ferret ended up being a girl or a boy.

You can hear the shower running and you take that as your cue to really leave, exiting your bedroom and closing the door behind you to give them proper privacy. Glancing at the time you noticed it was getting a little late, you had always tried to go to bed no later than ten, just yet another boring part of your mundane routine; but owning a coffee shop required you to open rather early even if you only had a handful of early morning regulars.

Glancing into your fridge you scope out ingredients before deciding on some kimchi stew, making quick work of the vegetables as you bobbed your head to a random playlist. In the middle of cooking, there’s something crawling up your leg and when you look down it’s the ferret. It climbs the rest of your body, settling down on your shoulder as it watches you cook. You notice its coat is much whiter and smells faintly of your vanilla body wash.

“Hi, enjoy your shower?” The ferret chitters back and you can only assume it was agreeing with you. It just chills on your shoulder, seemingly interested in watching you as you cook. “Don’t know if you’re still hungry so i’ll leave the leftovers in the fridge and you can have it whenever,” You pour yourself a bowl of your stew and some rice, coming to sit at your kitchen table. The ferret runs down your arm and onto the table, curling itself into a little ball.

“If you’re tired you could always sleep. There are three spare rooms, you could pick one if you’d like. At least to stay the night,” It lifts its head to look at you, slowly blinking before jumping off the table to explore the rest of the house and you assume to pick one of the rooms. So you eat in silence, something you were used to so you don’t completely mind that the ferret has left you alone. You could wish that it had kept you some company though.

The rest of the night goes as normal and you don’t see the ferret until you’re finally crawling into bed. Once you’re tucked under the sheets the familiar gleam of white fur is climbing up into your bed. You blink at the animal and it blinks back. “You want to sleep here? Are you sure?” It hops over to you and crawls under the sheets, burying itself into your warm blankets. You let out a small laugh, seeing the small bump taking residence in your bed. “Well, if you’re sure,” You really don’t mind, which is strange in itself - letting a strange hybrid in your house let alone in your bed. Still, if it had wanted to hurt you it would have the moment it came inside or even after you fed it. Maybe it was a little naive but you had always had a kind nature and believed in the good in everyone.

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kvtie444 · 4 months

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°•★ SOLO .3

a/n: this took so long omds, i luv this song

Summary: reader moves to LA for work and becomes the sturniolos editor, but what happens when she falls for someone unexplected…

Warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, suggestive?

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Slurpppp. Slurppp. The resonating sound of Chris's cereal-slurping dominates the morning ambiance. "Chris, can you shut up?" Nick's frustration punctuates the air. My gaze avoids Chris's as I observe the unfolding scene. Chris maintains eye contact with Nick, defiantly slurping the remaining contents of his bowl. He abruptly rises, the clash of the bowl and spoon in the sink echoing through the room as he angrily stomps downstairs.

"The fuck is his problem?" Matt's muttered inquiry accompanies the rhythmic sip of his drink. My cold, untouched coffee becomes a silent witness to my detachment from everything following the blurry night. "What was he even doing up here last night?" Matt asked, and as all eyes turn to me, "He came up for a drink and was being annoying" I lie.

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In the sanctuary of my home, I immersed myself in the editing of the latest vlog. Laura's ecstatic response to the fresh love shoot photos had prompted her to arrange a dinner – a reward for me, Madi, and the triplets. Despite the anticipation of the evening, stress gripped me relentlessly.

As I concluded my editing, I rose to indulge in a comprehensive shower, given the sophistication of the venue Laura had chosen and her directive for us to dress elegantly. Emerging from the shower, I prepared – from hair to makeup. A black mini skirt paired with a lace long-sleeved top and a bralette underneath comprised my chosen attire. I adorned my favourite necklace and stepped into heels, donned my jacket, and grabbed my bag before capturing a photos and booking an Uber to the restaurant.

Spotting Madi through the glass door, I expressed gratitude to my Uber driver before entering. Madi, adorned in her dress, greeted me with a smile, praising my appearance. "You look so good," she remarked. "All you, girl," I responded. She informed me that the boys were already at the table. A worker approached, asking for my jacket – a small "oh" escaped my lips as I handed it over, receiving a small ticket in return.

As Madi and I approached the table, the restaurant's grandeur unfolded before me – a breathtaking crystal chandelier above our circular table, accompanied by intricate ceiling art. Madi settled next to Chris and Nick, leaving the sole vacant chair between Matt and Chris. Matt courteously pulled my chair back, and I conveyed a silent thank you. Greetings and small talk ensued, except for Chris, who remained engrossed in his phone. I observed him – a toothpick between his lips, black jeans paired with a Ralph Lauren sweatshirt, and a recently shaved face. Reluctantly, I can't help but think about how good he looks right now.

Perusing the menu, a waiter with dark blonde, wavy hair, and captivating dark blue eyes approached. Starting from Madi, he eventually reached me, inquiring with a smirk, "And for the pretty lady?" I couldn't help but smile, ordering chicken Alfredo and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. He lingered for a moment, holding eye contact, then turned to Chris, "And for you?" Chris responded, "I'll have the same as the pretty lady."

Attention shifted to Chris, whose gaze turned icy as he glared at the waiter. Tension hung in the air until the waiter diffused it, leaving to bring our drinks. Embarrassed, I refocused on Chris. Nick sternly confronted him, "What is your problem?" Chris dismissed it, "the waiter should focus on his job rather than flirting". I scoffed, "As if you don't do the same when you work." Chris redirected his focus, "don't be jealous that at the shoot I-" "don't even Chris yo-", Nick cut me off, "can we not enjoy one fucking meal without an argument?". The table fell silent. The waiter returned with our drinks, I look at Chris, the same lips that were once all over me were now spitting insults at me.

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After settling the bill, we ventured into a separate area of the restaurant adorned with a bar, bathed in an ethereal glow of purple lights, creating an ambiance distinctly different from the main room. At the bar, surrounded by the enigmatic radiance, we all ordered our drinks – my choice being a vodka cranberry. Madi and I gravitated a bit further away, finding a secluded spot to sip on our drinks.

"What. happened back there? with Chris?" Madi asks me. Contemplating whether to tell her about last night's events, I decided it was time for confession and advice. Summoning courage, I spoke, "I need to tell you something." She nodded expectantly. Bracing myself, I began, "Last night I-" but before I could continue, a voice interrupted us, "can I have a word?" – Chris, the source of turmoil. Madi excused herself, leaving me to confront Chris once again.

"What do you want?" I sighed, finding myself once again in the orbit of Chris. He licked his lips for a second before speaking up, "Need to talk to you," his eyes unapologetically tracing the contours of my top, fixating on the slivers of skin beneath the lace. "Go on," I said, reining in my irritation, urging him to proceed. He inched closer, and I maintained my composure.

"I didn't like that whole waiter situation earlier," he said in a hushed tone. I scoffed, a near-laugh escaping me, "Are you serious? How is a guy flirting with me my fault?" I furrowed my eyebrows, challenging his perspective. He shrugged, "Just tryna help you see what’s best for you." I tilted my head, inquiring, "And what's that?" He smirked ever so slightly, "Someone who could actually satisfy you." My jaw almost dropped at the audacity of his statement. What the fuck.

In a moment of silence, I avert my gaze, avoiding eye contact. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," Chris commands. Meeting his eyes, he smirks again. "Chris," I practically whisper. Leaning even closer, he taunts, "Bet he couldn't even make you cum." My jaw drops at his audacity. "Shut up," I mumble, looking away. "Hm?" he hums mockingly, "What, have you never had an orgasm before?" He chuckles, and I glance to the side. His face lights up with a shit eating grin, "Holy shit, you've never came?" He laughs at my expense. Fed up, I shove his chest, muttering, "Shut the fuck up." His amusement only intensifies.

"What, have you never been fucked senseless before?" Chris leans down, his hot breath sending shivers down the back of my neck. "Had this boyfriend�� but I was a bottom… and so was he." I confess, my face turning beet red. Chris bites his lip, snatching my drink from the bar counter and downing it before placing it back. He pushes my hair over my shoulder, and leans into my ear "Well, if you wanna cum so hard you can't walk the next day, you know where to find me."

My stomach does flips as he walks away, leaving me bewildered and alone, a disorienting echo of the previous night. What the fuck.

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freebooter4ever · 1 month

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ok i've been taking a break for the past half hour and doing research on the pens locker room, trying to figure out how i wanted to design my own version of geno's 'stall' (is that what it's called?). i love the circular shape it feels very king arthur

first, there isn't a lot of internet documented history on the various eras of the locker room design??? which seems sad

don't get me wrong the latest iteration is pretty epic but as far is i can tell, it hasn't changed much since at least 2013? i do not envy whoever is cleaning this place. thats a lot of sweat over the years.

second, im enjoying seeing little details that i had no idea existed, being a new fan and all. like the puck wins count???? crazy. these guys have a visual representation of how they're doing in the season right up there on the wall glaring judgmentally at them? im so glad im not in sports. i would not survive.

especially when the HISTORY of these pucks is on the walls.....like damn. talk about pressure. anyway 2011-2012 thats one of geno's best seasons right? :)

this is what I wanted. mesh, hooks, I need to figure out how i want to make this look cool.

i find it really funny and endearing that the thing these guys do to relax in down time is a playful version of their own job....

also im not sure about this like:

are they assigned a razor??? you get traded to the penguins and suddenly you're not allowed to use your fancy expensive specialized razor? is this a normal thing in hockey????? do they have group shaves for special events like the playoffs? hockey players are fascinating.

i dont know why but i never considered that the pens have actual lockers in addition to the little seats in the main locker room. this makes total sense. i dont know where i thought their clothes and stuff went. just disappeared into the ether i guess.

anyway definitely a necessity, the hot tub. it looks a little sad and lonely in this photo. it needs a hockey player in it.

racks and racks of gear???? again this makes total sense but never occurred to me. also maybe helps explain why geno likes to switch up gloves, look at all them, damn. i do wonder about helmets still - geno's looks so unique and he's been using the same design since at least 2009.

ok im guessing this is an away locker room and i have only one question: do they bring a little 'logo' carpet to roll out every time they go on the road? thats amazing.

if you read all that, nice! here's a shot of geno with his jock out:

very important locker room research. bonus the earliest pens locker room photo of geno i could find:

shy beautiful boy ^_^ (also he looks so young and vulnerable its hard to believe that even back in 2008/2009 he already had so much responsibility with so many grown adults making demands on his entire career)(like he went through all that AND is still playing in the league with three cups under his belt? thats fucking awesome)

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thepenultimateword · 7 months

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please write some fluff hero x hero as they’re trying to retire to get married and settle down 🙏🙏

tbh retirement age for hero’s must be like 30 at the latest. I don’t think they last long.

“Noooo,” Hero groaned, slapping their palms over their eyes

Other Hero paused in the middle of their dark decor, fanged mask in hand. “What?”

“You’re not hanging that in our living room!”

“How’s that any different?” Other Hero said, pointing at the candy blue cape hung on the other wall.

“It pops! Brings some warmth to the room. People like warmth not…” they made a circular wave at the dark mask, “reminders of their fading mortality.”

“Oh, right, that would be bad, we’ll just give them a headache instead.”

Hero stomped their feet together and folded their arms. “You liked it!”

“I liked it better on you.” They stepped up to their angry newlywed, tucking a piece of honied hair behind their ear. “Too big for you. So adorable and bright. It brought out your eyes.”

Their fingers trailed down their jaw.

Hero leaned in on tiptoe, noses just brushing, voice lowered to a whisper. “I don’t want the mask over the hearth.”

“Curse it!”

“But. To make it fair I’ll move the cape as well. Oh! Maybe let’s just have a show room! Dedicated to our mementos! A Hero and Other Hero collection. People would pay to see that!”

Other Hero shrugged. “They’ll forget about us soon enough.”

Hero's bright grin faded and their petite form wilted. Retirement wasn't as simple as they'd thought. It all made sense in their head; they wanted to live comfortably with Other Hero. So many times in their career they'd thought it would never happen. That one of them would meet an untimely end before they made this far. The last month had been torture. They'd probably called Other Hero's mission comm over a hundred times, checking in on them. And no, they weren't so old, but their bodies couldn't take the strain of the job anymore. They deserved to take it easy. And yet. Was that it?

They'd dedicated their life to helping this city, time, relationships, their own well-being. And it was nothing more than a blip in history. Other Hero was right. New heroes would step up to replace them and soon no one would even remember the two of them or anything they'd done.

Strong arms wrapped around their waist, and Other Hero's chin rested in the crook of the shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Mm. Doesn't matter."

Other Hero traced the scars spattered over Hero's neck. "Yes, it does."

Hero turned around, sinking against their spouse's chest and reaching to cup their face in both hands. They roved the worn eyes, several-times-broken crooked nose, and the dark circles that still hadn't faded.

"More nightmares? You were tossing and turning last night."

"I guess I'm still getting used to not being on call."

Liar. That was one thing Hero wouldn't miss. They were going to spoil Other Hero rotten until all those inner scars faded away.

They looped their arms around Other Hero's neck. "Hey, remember when I used to sneak into your side of the agency?"

Other Hero snorted. "We got penalized at least a dozen times."

"Those dating rules were ridiculous. No relationships between departments?"

"To be fair, you were a TV hero," Other Hero said, rubbing circles into Hero's back. "You needed to be preserved. My training was to put the job above my life. They didn't want me getting attachments."

Another thing they wouldn't miss.

"I loved you from the moment I saw you." Hero grinned. "They didn't stand a chance."

The next thing they knew they were off the ground and in Other Hero's arm. "Everything is going to be ok," they murmured. "Yeah?"

Hero nodded, basking in the quiet warmth and the weight of their arms. After several moments, they said, "Should we start unpacking the kitchen? I'll make brownies. And this time we won't have to run out the door before they're done."

Other Hero kissed their forehead. "Sounds perfect."

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george-the-good · 7 months

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The Sunday Pictorial - May 18, 1947

By a Special Contributor to the ‘Sunday Pictorial’

The tumult and the shouting dies. But for the King there can be no relaxation. When the cheering crowds disperse and go home, he has a tedious exacting job to do at his desk.

Throughout Britain this week the talk has been of our King and Queen. When they left for South Africa they were envied their promise of sunshine and non-austerity food.

Then, day after day, we heard of them giving a reception here, auditions there... It was work, hard work.

And now they are back… to work again in surroundings so familiar that they lack the excitement and glamour of the young Dominion.

Passers-by, looking up at the Royal Standard floating above Buckingham Palace, know that the King is back in London and try to imagine what he is doing. But all that emerges from behind those grey stone walls is a dull, factual Court Circular, with its list of people received, Privy Councils held, and ladies and gentlemen in attendance.

Now let’s go through the tall, double glass doors of the Privy Purse, the ‘business’ entrance of the Palace, on your right as you face it from the Mall, and see how the King’s day is planned, how the head of the Empire does his work.

In general control of the King’s official activities is his private secretary, holder of an office that has grown in importance greatly during the past three reigns until today it is often referred to as that of the ‘Sovereign’s Personal Prime Minister.’

The present private secretary is sparsely built, quizzical Sir Alan Lascelles, who holds the office not because he is first cousin to the Earl of Harewood, the King’s brother-in-law, but because of his long record as a servant of the Crown. He was assistant private secretary to the Duke of Windsor when he was Prince of Wales, private secretary to the Governor-General of Canada, and assistant private secretary to George V, Edward VIII and George VI.

Always an early riser, Sir Alan walks over from his house at St. James’s - which he has rent free as part of his salary - just after nine, and is firmly seated at his desk, with a good idea of the news of the day, by nine-thirty. At any moment after that a bell may ring, and an old-fashioned card indicator on the wall falls, showing the words ‘The King.’

Then Sir Alan, known to the King and Queen and to everyone else at the palace as Tommy, ‘goes up’ to the King. Those words are literally as well as constitutionally true, for the King’s business room - he does not call it his study - is on the first floor.

With the King, Tommy will go through the latest dispatches and messages from our Ambassadors abroad, reports from Whitehall, minutes from various Government departments, ‘submissions’ from the Prime Minister and from the Premiers of the Dominions, each of whom has the right of direct approach to the King.

Tommy knows more of what is going on all over the Empire and the world than anyone else, except the King. That’s part of his job.

It is his task to advise the King on every kind of problem, from whether he should accept an invitation to open an agricultural show, to what he should say in a Christmas broadcast, or whether and how he should intervene in some major crisis in public affairs.

Under Sir Alan are two assistant private secretaries, who take on the routine work, fixing details of programmes for provincial visits by the King and Queen, arranging for audiences and so on.

Part of their task is to furnish a short ‘aide-memoire’ for the King about everyone whom he receives in audience. The King has a really remarkable memory for faces and names, but he cannot be expected to remember details of each man’s career, of the interests and attainments of everyone he meets.

Another of their responsibilities is to furnish rough outline material for the King’s speeches, material which the King himself will later review and arrange.

Altogether there are about forty-five active members of the Royal Household in daily attendance at the Palace, not counting another fifty or more extra equerries, ushers, chaplains and holders of political appointments to the Household. They are the men - and women - who comprise the Court of St. James’s, the wheels in the smooth-running machine of British monarchy.

Today the Palace is run not as a great gentleman’s house, with everything in profusion regardless of cost, and kindly but not over-efficient amateurs holding important jobs, but on strict business lines.

In any business house it is true that if the boss is slack or unpunctual, the rest of the staff are likely to fall off in efficiency. That is true at the Palace as well, and the ‘boss’ - the King - is as hard working, as early rising as anyone on his staff.

Seven-thirty is his normal hour for rising, and he has his simple breakfast alone - bacon is his favourite dish, but the ration does not always run to it. Immediately afterwards he walks into his ‘business room,’ unlocks the red-leather dispatch boxes which have been brought in by the Page of the Presence - an old and trusted Palace servant - and settles down to read.

His papers may include a secret report from a British ambassador on the state of war-preparedness in the country to which he is accredited, and a memorandum on the miners’ attitude to nationalisation of the coalfields, as well as half a dozen other important matters. All of these the King reads and digests.

Presently he rings for his secretary, and the long morning procession begins, to end before lunch with perhaps a new ambassador coming to present his ‘letters of credence’ or a new bishop to do homage on bended knee before the secular head of the Established Church, or an Empire statesman or an outgoing Governor-General to have audience and stay to lunch.

Almost every day the King and Queen lunch together, usually with Princess Elizabeth at table as well, and over lunch the family discuss their plans, arrange theatre parties or dances, talk over the coming week-end at Royal Lodge, and chat of the everyday familiar things that are part of any family’s life.

If there are important State guests at luncheon, the talk is naturally on a more serious plane, and Elizabeth, who meets as many of the important Palace visitors as possible, as part of her training, joins in the conversation.

After luncheon, the King likes to take a short stroll in the Palace gardens, sometimes with Elizabeth and her Corgi dog, sometimes alone. Then it is back to his desk till tea time.

Tea is another family gathering, after which, there is usually a final audience the King must give to the Prime Minister, the Foreign Secretary, or some other highly placed member of his Government.

Between then and dinner, the King sits at his desk tidying up the odds and ends left over during the day: for he is a man with a tidy mind, as befits a former naval officer, and he cannot bear leaving over things unfinished till the next day.

Often it is seven-thirty before he is finished - and that means that one or other of the secretaries, if not all three, is still on duty - and the royal dinner is served at eight.

There is just time to bath and dress - the King nearly always wears a dinner jacket and black tie - before he joins the Queen and the Princesses for what they all regard as the pleasantest part of the day.

In armchairs, the King and Queen and their daughters like to sit, the King reading a light book for relaxation, or looking at a sporting magazine, the Queen knitting or doing embroidery, and the Princesses reading or studying.

Even then, the King is not off duty. At any moment there may be a telephone call from Whitehall, a Government messenger may come to the Palace with urgent dispatches which the King must see at once.

Then the private line to Tommy’s house over at St. James’s comes into action, and if the matter is one of real gravity, the King’s secretary will leave his own home and rejoin his master for a conference that may go on till midnight.

For being the King-Emperor is a full-time job. He is, indeed, the servant of his own subjects and he is ready always to turn from his own recreations to the duty which is not of his own choice, but which he has accepted at all times with unflagging zeal.

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Hilary Rose in the Times: Who is Charlie Gipson? Harry and Meghans new recruit by u/Von_und_zu_

Hilary Rose in the Times: Who is Charlie Gipson? Harry and Meghan’s new recruit Hearty congratulations to Charlie Gipson, the latest recruit to Team Sussex. Gipson has been charged with managing the public relations for Harry and Meghan in the UK and Europe, a job that seems not so much a poisoned chalice as a poisoned puddle. According to reports, Gipson, 41, will work with their US PR team to explore the knotty problem of exactly how many employees it takes to make people love you.*\*Will Gipson be able to improve on the deathless prose of sussex.com? I read that, after a recent polo match in Florida, “The Duchess was among the many esteemed guests in attendance and presented the trophy to the winning team.” Esteemed guests? Presenting trophies? What is this, the Court Circular?*\*So many PR people, so little positive PR.She never disappoints.edit to fix linkhttps://archive.ph/Rhwq6 post link: https://ift.tt/YEPdjGB author: Von_und_zu_ submitted: April 24, 2024 at 07:18AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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thesims4blogger · 9 months

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The Sims 4: New Game Patch (August 3rd, 2023)

Maxis has just released a new patch for The Sims 4 fixing bugs found on its latest expansion pack, Horse Ranch.

If you have auto updates enabled in Origin’s “Application Settings”, the game will auto-update once you open Origin. If you have auto-updates disabled, you will need to manually update by clicking the game in your library.Advertisement

Your game should now read: PC: 1.99.305.1020 / Mac: 1.99.305.1220 / Console: Version 1.79.21

Howdy, Simmers! We hope you’re having yourself a rootin’ tootin’ good summer (or winter for our friends in the Southern Hemisphere)! The crew has been super excited for The Sims 4 Horse Ranch Expansion Pack finally to be out in the world and we have loved seeing y’all’s fantastic Horses and homesteads! One teammate was telling us about a young stallion she had growing up named Starbuck. He was feisty and seemed a bit wild to some folks. However defiant Starbuck seemed to be, though, our teammate shared a special bond with him that was unmatched (despite him being more than happy to take an apple from anybody!). We hope you create your own special bonds with your Horses in the game! We have a few ranch maintenance notes to share, so kick up your boots and settle in. – SimGuruJoAnna

Bug Fixes

Base Game

The female outfit with a foldover sweater (yfBody_EF18LongPant_RedandWhite) now keeps its hands to itself when the camera is far away.

Circular Roofs once again haveshingles that lay properly.

L-shaped stairs that are two or more tiles wide no longer have a misplaced triangular section on the side.

Floor and Ceiling Pattern names have been updated since they now apply to both. Try them out for Painted Ceilings if you have not already!

Lessons about camera controls now have images that include the updated “Free Camera.” If you haven’t tried it out yet, use it to check out Ceilings that you now can customize!

Growing Together

The “Screen Smarts” Moodlet that children get for watching the Brainchild Learning television channel now has text in all languages.

Horse Ranch

Live Mode

Dazed newborn Foals that are fed an Age-Up Treat now become adults who maintain their “Horseness” when going on rides so they don’t walk upright like Sims.

Sims occasionally were stuck staring into space while starting activities such as eating or cooking. It turns out this was a possible side effect of going home from another location via “Ride Home”. Well, no longer! Sims now can enjoy their post-ride meal.

Sims on Horseback who select a “Community Job” from the Ranch Community Board now remain mounted in most cases when heading to the Job.

For new games inChestnut Ridge, Emily now only recommends affordable starter lots.

The Welcome Wagon no longer sometimes overstays its welcome because nothing says ‘Welcome to the Neighborhood’ like a bladder mishap on the porch.

“Ask About The Community” on aChestnut Ridge resident now consistently shows the neighborhoodRanch Community Board when selecting “View Board.”

Horses that are uncomfortable now shake their head less frequently while trotting or cantering. To learn more about how a Horse is feeling, just hover the cursor over the Horse or ask an unhappy Horse “What’s Wrong?”

Horses move more naturally while walking, trotting, and cantering.

Horses runningaround for Fun now run in more direct paths and avoid running through Gates.

Horses now are less likely to loop through Gates.

When engaging camera auto-follow on the active Sim who is riding on a lot with walls set to “Medium” or “Tall,” the rider now remains firmly mounted instead of skyrocketing above the world. Sims are better off exploring worlds from the relative safety of the saddle!

Sims keep their hands on the reins when their Horse moves on his or her own.

Sims making Nectar no longer freeze up when another Sim uses certain greetings with them or when making jokes about Body Hair. It’s just a neighborly hello with jokes on hold until after the Nectar is made!

The Mysterious Rancher now pays the full amount of Simoleons when a Sim sells multiple bottles of Nectar at once.

Selecting “Hire a Ranch Hand” on a Ranch Community Board and then switching to a Child now shows the initial Sim’s phone interface after selecting “Call to Hire Ranch Hand.”

Horse Training options that the Sim cannot afford now have a tooltip that correctly states the Sim’s name.

Sims who are not Father Winter no longer travel to locations such as the Equestrian Center via fireplaces. Chimney transportation is reserved!

Sims now can enter only one Horse Competition at a time. This prevents Horses from sometimes getting confused and staying in the Equestrian Center.

Sims who lose an Elder Horse friend or acquaintance to death or who witness one passing now have a “Mourning Horse” Moodlet. Rest in peace, noble steed.

On Horse Jumps, “Practice Advanced Jumps” now kicks up dust from the ground properly when the Horse knocks off the top rail.

When selling many Mini Goats or Mini Sheep in rapid succession, the chance of one being left behind and i n v i s i b l e is lower now. If you encounter this, “Save” and “Reload” to resolve the issue.

Lots you can visit no longer have the “Place Animal…” interaction.

“Sniff” and “Nuzzle” interactions with Foals and Adult Horses no longer occasionally contort the Sim’s arms.

Manure/poop is more performant at the gameplay engine level. You heard that right – we “polished” this fertilizer powerhouse.

Horses in locked, enclosed spaces or who otherwise cannot get to the edge of the lot now can be sold successfully.

Build Mode

Rust’n Chic Table Lamp now can live a life independent of walls. It now slots onto the typical horizontal surfaces rather than snapping to walls.

Paddock Fencing and Sturdy Ranch Fencing now can be built withrounded corners.

Rancher’s Dream Window’s black design now is fully black.

Cormac Pine End Table’s white design now has a white swatch.

Create a Sim

Selecting a premade shape for a Horse’s head now preserves the Mane and Tail Color and any Feathers. Did you know in real life that the Arabian’s concave head profile is described as “dish”-shaped and muzzles (noses) with a convex profile are called a “Roman nose”?

Horses now are fully visible after undoing accessories while the “Coat Color & Pattern” section is still highlighted. No i n v i s i b l e Horses here!

Premade face shapes for Sims were missing for games that had Horse Ranch and not Werewolves. They’re back now!

“Plan Outfits” for Foals now includes Mane and Forelock selection.

Foals now have better framing in the Gallery. Who can resist that cute face??

The English riding outfit (ymBody_EP14RidingDressage_LogoBlueLt) now shows up with the “Feminine” filter.

The fringejacket (yfTop_EP14JacketFringed_SolidBrown) now tucks into bottoms properly.

The “Jumpsuits” category for the “Masculine” filter no longer includes a few errant tops.

The “Boomtown Maverick” Styled Look no longer has two errant color swatches.

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Tamagotchi Booth at San Diego Comic-Con 2023

image source: marketinggenome on Instagram

San Diego Comic-Con 2023 is part of the World Tamagotchi Tour that Bandai is on following the global release of the Tamagotchi Uni. This is also the first event to kickoff the World Tamagotchi Tour in North America. Bandai Namco US did NOT disappoint, as the Tamagotchi booth was gorgeous!

image source: ABC 10News San Diego

First, per usual the booth was built by Marketing Genome, a display manufacture who has made Bandai’s booths for several years and really do an awesome job!

image source: Coffretchi on Twitter

The first thing you see is a large Tamagotchi Original, like you did last year, with a screen inside playing the promotional video of the Tamagotchi Original. This year the shell is Mametchi Spaceship, if you like it enough then you could buy it! The Tamagotchi Original is mounted on a large box, and the front of the box’s design is actually on the back of the display.

As you move to the left you’ll see the theme this year is all about space, Mimitchi is shown in an out of space background where the line is formed for visitors to make purchases. The iconic Tamagotchi UFO is featured at the top and center of the Tamagotchi booth, remember when it dropped off those Tamagotchi’s in the Tamagotchi Uni teaser videos?

Then you’ve got the Tamagotchi Uni photo op, which is a large Tamagotchi Uni in pink with a cutout screen surrounded by statues of both Mametchi and Kuchipatchi, and there’s even a cute backdrop too!

image source: anzfalcon on Instagram

Behind the Photo Booth is the Tamagotchi Original wall which features a picture from the latest photoshoot and these circular frames which each hold a Tamagotchi Uni inside, the frames are in blue, pink, and green, and honestly are really stylish.

After the Tamagotchi Original section, you’ve got the collaboration section which is also on the walls. Bandai pretty much brought every collaboration including Star Wars R2-D2, Grogu, Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaiden, Toy Story, Spy x Family, Harry Potter, Jurassic World, and TinyTAN.

image source: anzfalcon on Instagram

On the opposite side of the Tamagotchi Original and Tamagotchi collaboration wall is a display of the new Tamagotchi Uni which is in a showcase with lights on it. Both Purple and Pink shells are displayed, along both wristbands and lanyards which were available for purchase. The Tamagotchi Uni showcase is displayed on a white podium surrounded by a Tamaverse backdrop.

Visitors spent time waiting in line for the shop which as art the booth were they could purchase so many exclusive items, including the convention exclusive Tamagotchi Original shells, and the new Tamagotchi Uni, along with Tamagotchi Uni accessories that have yet to be released!

image source: marketinggenome on Instagram

Tamagotchi Uni buyers were also given one Tama Sticker with a 16-digit download code! The three Tama Stickers are UFO Hat, Tama Tour Flag, and Tama Tour Rainbow.

image source: anzfalcon on Instagram

All purchases were accommodated by a World Tamagotchi Tour reusable bag, and a World Tamagotchi Tour pin! How cute is that?

image source: Coffretchi on Twitter

To everyone’s surprise, Mametchi made several surprise appearances! The fans went wild, and Mametchi was available to take pictures with, dance with, and even just admire. Mametchi was such a hit that several appearances were made throughout each day of the convention.

#tamapalace #tamagotchi #tmgc #tamatag #virtualpet #bandai #events #comiccon #comic con #sandiegocomiccon #san diego comic con #sdcc #sdcc23 #marketinggenome #marketing genome

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It's a beautiful morning here among the clouds. The Forest Ostriches graze. The Chu Chus slosh along between the trees in search of prey. The temple's bell chimes, prompting the Steward Constructs to resume their work. And far below, the people of Hyrule stir as well, preparing to go about their days.

None of them have any idea of the madness that is to come.

Far above even the highest Sky Island, a mysterious object appears, hurtling down like a meteorite. As it falls it becomes clear that its current path will bring it down directly on top of the Temple of Time.

Soon enough it arrives with a monumental CRASH, yet the Temple remains intact, with the object simply embedding itself into the flat roof. Said object appears to be a silver flash drive, monolithic in scale, with a strange circular symbol painted in orange on the front. A few moments later, a robotic voice calls out.

"Uploading the latest Spicy Memes."

A wave of blue energy pulses out from the drive, traveling across all of Hyrule in seconds, causing anyone it touches to behave strangely and leaving a variety of bizarre people and creatures in its wake. Not done, lighting arcs out from it, causing the temple itself to glow and then emit beams of light in seemingly random directions. Wherever these beams end, a portal is formed, each with a past version of Hyrule on the other side. One bolt of electricity from the drive happens to graze a nearby fairy, causing it to jitter in place and rapidly shift between various colors while spamming Navi voicelines.

Eventually the light show ends, and the drive's front opens to reveal a man with brown hair and eyes who looks otherwise identical to Link (pre-arm loss) wearing an orange version of the Hero of Time Armor Set.

"Hey, what is up every...body?" he looks around, realizing that he's completely alone, "Uh...anybody home?"

As if in answer, the out-of-control fairy careens into his face, still spouting random voicelines. He's initially freaked out, but quickly gets an idea and ducks back into the clearly-bigger-on-the-inside flash drive, coming back with a video camera and a laptop. Within a few minutes he's filmed the fairy and edited the resulting video into a Carameldansen Rave Meme, which he then uploads to the internet (the digital multiverse's internet. much like SMG8 the technological limitations of living in a medieval fantasy setting prevent him from uploading within his actual universe).

Soon after, a flash of light pulses out from the fairy, and their color settles on a deep blue despite the fact that all of the BotW/TotK fairies are supposed to be pale pink. Their flight has calmed down significantly, and they're not saying random voicelines anymore.

They are, however, still talking...sort of, "WwwOOw tHaAAAAaat zuuUc- IIiiII1!iizzzzthhhhaAat7tmeE33ee?"

"...da fuk."

"HhhOoOolLlLlDddDDiIiIiIiiiIIIIti11111igoO0oddafffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffiIigYYyyiuuuooouuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrthIs outwaitokayisthisrightnotoo f a s t a l m ost got it! Okay, testing, testing, do you read me now?" She still sounds synthetic, but at least now she's coherent.

"...Yeah?" 'the fuck just happened?'

"Sweet. Now, my name's Loni. Who the hell are you and what did your weird-ass ship thing do to me?"

"Oh, I'm MRU2, a Meme Regulation Unit! It's my job to keep the universe stable by posting about all the memes my Command Pod uploaded and protecting... the..." He suddenly goes wide-eyed and runs off, "Oh shit I've gotta find my Anchor!"

Unfortunately, there's a certain problem with that, as he realizes when he reaches the edge of the roof, "Uh...that's a pretty long way down."

"Yep."

"...and it's even further to the actual not-flying ground."

"Sure looks like it."

"...is there like a ladder or..."

"LOL no. Sucks to be you dude."

"goddamnit"

#the grid #smg4 ocs #meme regulation units #director k #mru2 #lori the fairy #might do a part two where link zelda and some of the lookout landing crew show up to figure out what the hell is going on #might not #depends how i feel #lori is basically gonna be The Bob of the Hyrule Crew #she uses a vocaloid soundbank for her voice but i'm not sure which one #just that it's not miku because everyone always uses miku

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