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thepastisalreadywritten · 3 months

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What’s that elephant the Danes are wearing?

Tatler’s guide to the emblems and quirks of Denmark’s highest honour, the Order of the Elephant.

A curious little diamond-encrusted elephant, a blue sash, a gold collar – and sometimes a big flaming cape…Tatler looks into the history and tradition of Denmark's most privileged Order.

With Frederik X set to become sovereign of the Order as he becomes King on Sunday, you might see a few of these elephants around Copenhagen's royal palaces

By Isaac Zamet

12 January 2024

When Crown Prince Frederik becomes Frederik X of Denmark on Sunday, he will also replace his mother, Queen Margrethe II, as the sovereign of Denmark’s most ancient and distinguished order of chivalry, the Order of the Elephant.

Though it was officially refounded in 1693, the order dates all the way back to the 1400s, when it was established as a religious confraternity by a group of about fifty Danish knights.

In the 1400s, prior to the Reformation which gripped Europe and divided the church, such religious ‘clubs’ as the Order of the Elephant were common features of aristocratic life.

At the time of the Order of the Elephant's birth, Christian I was King of Denmark – and in fact, Norway and Sweden too, creating a personal union known as the Kalmar Union.

During this period, the emblem of the club was an image of the Virgin Mary holding her Son within a crescent moon.

This was hung from a collar formed of links in the shape of elephants.

The confraternity mutated over the centuries but endured a stifled period after the Reformation in which such clubs became suspect.

In 1580, Frederik II – eight Frederiks prior to our current Frederik – revived the order and replaced the medallion of the mother and child with an elephant (a Reformation-safe, Protestant approach – if a quirky one!).

But it was Christian V, in 1693, who gave the club its official statues and founding order.

At this time, it was scheduled as comprising 30 noble knights and one Grand Master (the King) along with his sons.

It was only in 1958 that the statutes were amended by Royal Ordinance to allow the ennoblement of women as members of the order.

Between 1580 and today, around 890 persons have been bestowed with the Order of the Elephant; with Queen Margrethe adding 68 people during her 40 year reign.

The recipients are almost always royal persons and foreign heads of state – though in a rare exception, the order was given to a commoner in 2000.

This was the deceased shipping magnate, Mærsk Mc-Kinney Møller, who was recognised for exceptional contribution to Danish economic strength and Danish society.

Those unfamiliar with the man himself will surely recognise his name from the famous shipping containers.

The A.P. Møller – Mærsk group was actually founded in 1904 by his father. It is now worth $81bn dollars.

At the time of Møller’s membership of the order, he was the only non-royal and non-head of state to hold the honour; though it had previously been held by the pioneering nuclear physicist, Niels Bohr.

Membership of the order comes with possession of its rather eye-catching elephantine emblem.

The elephant is made of white-enamelled gold with blue housings and is about 5cm high.

On its back, the elephant bears a tower of pink enamelled masonry (a design originally intended to reflect the howdah compartments of the Indian subcontinent).

A number of large cut diamonds adorn the elephant, along with a crowned monogram of the monarch reigning when it was made.

One wonders, then, when the first Frederikian elephants will be carved.

At the top of the tower on the elephant’s back sits a gold ring, from which the badge can be hung from the collar or tied to a sash.

On the elephant's back sits a turbaned ‘moor mahout.’

It should be noted that some would regard such a depiction as an exoticising caricature.

Others would regard its appearance merely as an expression of an historical perspective.

One striking detail about the circulation of the elephants is that each Order of the Elephant is – in principle – on loan and must be returned to the Chapter of the Royal Orders of Chivalry when a member of the Order has passed away.

This rather quaint custom means that elephants are inherited and used several times by different members of the order, with some dating back hundreds of years.

Interestingly, the done thing is not to disclose to whom an Elephant has previously been given – though there are some traditional lines of inheritance.

For example, the elephant recently bestowed on Prince Christian belonged previously to his grandfather, Prince Henrik.

This handing over was always to be, on the basis of a traditional line of inheritance.

There are two exceptional elephants which have eluded the rule of the ‘loan’ – one remains in the Chancellery Museum at Paris and a second remains on display at the Dwight Eisenhower Presidential Library in the US.

Another beautiful quirk of membership of the Order is that a member’s coat of arms is always painted and subsequently hung in the Knight’s Chapel at Frederiksborg Castle in Hillerød.

As to when the elephants come out to play, there are some rather interesting traditions concerning how and when to wear them.

The Order of the Elephant has three festival days: new year’s day, the monarch’s birthday, and the birthday of Valdemar the Victorious, which, if you didn’t know is on June 28.

On these festival days, the Order of the Elephant is worn on the chest on a gold chain link collar, with links shaped as towers and elephants.

The collar sits on each shoulder. On other important occasions, the order is worn on a bright blue sash with a breast star.

The star of the order is an eight-pointed silver star with smooth rays; at its centre sits an enameled red disc with a white cross, surrounded by a laurel wreath in silver.

#Frederik X #Queen Margrethe II #Monarchy of Denmark #Danish Royal Family #House of Glücksburg #Christian I #Kalmar Union #Order of the Elephant #Frederik II #Christian V #Mærsk Mc-Kinney Møller #Frederikian elephants #Chancellery Museum #Dwight Eisenhower Presidential Library #Knight’s Chapel #Frederiksborg Castle #Crown Prince Christian of Denmark #Queen Mary of Denmark

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bewarethegrim · 1 year

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This would be the first Valentine's Day since... Whatever it was, between the two of them had started.

Steve knew Valentine's Day, or at least, he thought he did. He knew how to buy the flowers and chocolate and a pretty piece of dainty jewelry. But he had a feeling Billy wouldn't overly appreciate those. He and Billy weren't even dating. They were just casually sleeping together (exclusively, Steve's treacherous mind would add).

It wasn't like they went on dates or anything. Sure they hung out together at the quarry or at Steve's house all the time and had a set schedule where they hung out on Fridays after basketball practice because Billy could usually sleep over or go home late without his dad bitching at him. But they weren't dates, they were just hanging out.

So suffice it to say, Steve was stumped. Did he acknowledge the fact that Valentine's Day fell on their Friday? Or did he just pretend to be unaware and act as though it was a regular Friday? Did he buy Billy a gift? Wear something sexy? He had no fucking clue and it was driving him insane.

Billy has never been in love on Valentine's Day before. But that was before he met the whirlwind that was Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington who remembered his favourite flavour (strawberry), his favourite band (Metallica), his biggest pet peeve (loud chewing), and just about every other thing about him.

Billy had been "dating" some girls before during Valentine's Day, and he'd usually just gotten them flowers and eaten them out if that. But for Steve, he knew he needed to do the best he could. Because Steve was a fucking sappy romantic even though he claimed he wasn't. He loved all that romance shit. He was determined to woo his boyfriend, no matter what. To make things better, Valentine's Day fell on their weekly Friday date meaning he'd be able to stay overnight.

("Your mother and I are going to Indianapolis for Valentine's Day, we'll be gone until Tuesday." Niel had said, giving Billy a critical eye. "No funny business, you hear? You're babysitting your sister, no parties. Got it?"

"Yes, Sir." Billy had responded automatically. With Niel gone until the following Tuesday, he could spend the whole weekend with Steve. Max had already arranged to stay with the Chief and his daughter El for the time.)

Friday started normally as usual. Everyone knew Steve and Billy were good friends now, so it wasn't weird for Billy to be at Steve's locker in the morning.

When Steve opens his locker, he's shocked when he found a red rose, a pansy, a sunflower and a white lily sitting there primly in a small vase. There was no note attached, but Steve glanced over at Billy who was leaning against the lockers next to him, smirking a bit.

"Looks like someone's got a secret admirer, Harrington." Billy teased, but Steve could see the apprehension in his gaze.

Steve laughed but held the flowers close to his chest for a brief moment before returning them to his locker for safekeeping. "Shut up, Hargrove, you're just bitter no one left anything in your locker."

Billy set his backpack down before pulling out a handful of Valentine's cards. "Doesn't look like nothing to me, pretty boy."

Steve rolled his eyes but felt himself begin to panic. He did have something for Billy, but it was back at his house, hiding under his bed until he decided whether or not to give it to him.

Throughout the day, Steve kept finding little gifts. A bag of his favourite candy on his desk in English, a new scarf in his gym locker, and a six-pack of the fancy import beer he loved in the front seat of his car after lunch.

Billy watched Steve find these gifts, feeling proud of himself, but as the day went on and no hint of anything from Steve, he was beginning to worry. Had he done too much? Maybe Steve didn't even want to celebrate Valentine's Day with Billy. Maybe he thought it was a chick's holiday.

As the end of basketball came to a finish, Billy was feeling jittery. The anxiety clawed at his insides as he watched Steve make a free throw and score the winning point for their team.

As they filed out of the locker rooms, Billy could feel the burning weight of the small box in the pocket of his jacket. He kept telling himself that gifts didn't really matter, or maybe Steve wanted to give it to him in private. He knew Steve cared about him... Right?

Billy had to drive Max back home and then to the Chief's place before heading over to Steve's, so they split in the parking lot.

"Why are you so tense?" Max asked as soon as Billy peeled out of the parking lot.

"None of your business, shitbird." Billy groused, pressing a little harder on the gas than necessary as the light turned green.

"Jesus Christ, Billy!" Max snapped as the car jerked forward roughly. "Just try not to kill us on the way home. "

Billy ignored her and instead turned the radio up louder, ignoring her for the rest of the ride home.

They both jumped out of the car to change out of their school clothes and grab their packed bags. Getting back into the Camaro Billy took a moment and just stared at the steering wheel.

"Uh, any day now, dumbass," Max said, snapping her fingers in front of Billy's face to gain his attention.

Billy snapped at the fingers with his teeth making Max screech and smack him on the nose like a bad dog.

"Fucking Christ, Maxine!" Billy swore, rearing back from the smack. "What's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with you?" She shot back, glaring at her brother.

Billy groaned and ran his hands down his face. "What, what does it mean when you get someone a bunch of gifts for Valentine's Day, and they maybe don't get you anything?" As soon as he asked, he regretted it.

Max knew about him and Steve and it was an unspoken rule that they never talked about it.

Max raised an eyebrow. "It's not even the end of the day, aren't you going to his house after you drop me off?"

Billy shrugged stiffly, turning the Camaro on. "I guess."

Max rolled her eyes. "Steve has a gift for you. I'd bet my skateboard on it. He's like, sickeningly in love with you."

Billy reached out to flick her forehead. "Shuddup." He grumbled, the closet he'd say to thank you.

"Go fuck yourself," Max responded, grinning wildly.

After dropping Max off, Billy drove, a bit slower than usual, towards Steve's house. He figured he'd have to suck it up and go in at some point, so he parked a few blocks over like always and made his way to the Harrington house.

He knocked on the door and heard the rapid steps as Steve ran to open the door.

When the door opened, Steve looked flushed. He'd changed into a soft blue sweater and a pair of dark pants. Billy felt that familiar flutter in his chest as he took in his boyfriend. Unfortunately, the reminder of what was in his pocket made the flutters turn sour.

"Hey," Steve said smiling softly. "Come in, everything's always ready."

Steve waited until the door was firmly shut before sliding into Billy's space, pressing a warm kiss to Billy's lips.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sunflower," Steve whispered, eyes shining as he looked at Billy.

"Happy Valentine's Day, princess," Billy responded, his anxieties slipping away as Steve held him.

"I can't believe all the gifts you got me," Steve said as he pulled Billy toward the kitchen where something was clearly cooking.

Billy huffed a laugh. "What, didn't expect any flowers today, Harrington?"

Steve flushed, moving to the fridge to grab two of the beers Billy had gifted him earlier that day. "I didn't expect anything, honestly." He said softly. It wasn't malicious but Billy still felt stung a bit by the words.

"What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you something for Valentine's Day?"

Steve stopped dead in his tracks, turning to blink owlishly at Billy, beers in hand.

"Boyfriend?"

Billy's blood ran cold.

Of course, Steve didn't think they were dating. Why would Steve ever date Billy? God, he wanted to punch himself. Steve was obviously just curious about men and Billy was the only queer in town.

Without saying anything, Billy turned on his heel and walked towards the door, feeling like his world had just crumbled around him.

"Billy, wait!"

Billy ignored Steve's calls as he roughly pulled on his boots, struggling a bit due to the shaking of his hands. Whether it was from anger or sadness he didn't know.

Steve caught him quickly, grabbing his arm gently.

"Billy, where are you going?" Steve's voice sounded desperate, and Billy ached to turn to face him, but he feared he'd break into tears if he looked at Steve again.

"Let me go, Harrington." He said lowly.

"No," Steve said stubbornly, tightening his grip on Billy's arm. "I was just shocked, it wasn't a bad reaction! I thought it was just casual! Friends with benefits type of deal!"

Billy finally whipped around to glare at Steve, yanking his arm from the others grasp.

"6 months." He seethed. "6 months two weeks and three days of us being exclusive and you thought that was fucking casual?" His hands were curled in tight fists at his side as he glared at Steve.

Steve looked at Billy shocked, he hadn't seen him so mad in so long.

"You never said anything!" Steve argued, arms flailing. "How was I supposed to know!?"

"All the gifts didn't clue you in?" Billy snapped. "We have a weekly fucking date every Friday!"

"I didn't know they were dates! I thought we were just hanging out!" Steve replied, feeling more and more stupid as the conversation went on. How had he not noticed that they were dating?

"Whatever. I clearly thought you like me more than you do. That should've been obvious from the difference between gifts today." Billy said, turning to leave, hoping Steve didn't notice the tears in his eyes.

"No wait, please! I do, just. Wait here, okay? Two minutes. I can prove it to you, okay? Please, Sunflower. Two minutes." Steve begged.

Billy groaned but stopped trying to leave, but he didn't turn around.

"Two minutes, Harrington. And then I'm gone."

Steve nodded even though Billy couldn't see him and raced upstairs, grabbing the box from under his bed and the flowers he'd picked up after school. He raced back downstairs, breathing a sigh of relief when Billy was still there.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Billy," Steve said softly, holding out the box for Billy to take.

The blond turned and took the box, not meeting Steve's eyes as he opened it. Inside were a handful of things. The first thing was a key on a surfboard keychain.

"To the house, so you can stop knocking all the time." Steve mumbles. "Or if I'm not home and you just need to be somewhere else."

Next was a small polaroid. It was from a party a month or so ago. It was obviously taken by Jonathan. Billy and Steve were both a little drunk and a little high so their inhibitions had been lowered. Steve was draped over Billy's lap, laughing as he spoke to Robin out of frame. Billy was looking at Steve so clearly in love, with a possessive arm around his middle.

"I know you can't really keep it in your room, I thought you could put in the Camaro or something if you wanted," Steve added as Billy held the picture delicately in his hand.

The last thing in the box was a postcard. It featured a beautiful drawing of the ocean with Welcome To California written in a loopy font above it, clearly Steve's own work.

"Turn it around." Steve urged softly.

Billy did as he was told and found a message on the back.

Happy Valentine's Day, Sunflower.

Thank you for the best six months of my life. I love you more than anything. My only wish this Valentine's Day is for you to be my boyfriend, officially. What do you say, tiger?

Love,

Your Steve.

P.S check under the lid of the box.

Billy didn't even bother looking at the bottom of the box before he was sweeping Steve into his arms, kissing him soundly.

"Yeah, I'll keep being your boyfriend, dummy." He said, grinning like a madman.

Relief flowed through Steve as he laughed brightly. "Thank god, at least now I can enjoy it properly."

Billy grinned salaciously. "Well, why don't we enjoy something else now?" He suggested, waggling his eyebrows. "Anything in the kitchen gonna burn?"

Steve shook his head and grinned. "Nope."

"Perfect." Billy grabbed Steve's hand with one hand and his box with the other as he pulled his beautiful, oblivious boyfriend upstairs toward his bedroom.

Later that night, as the two lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of yet another round, Steve suddenly remembered something.

"Did you ever look under the lid of the box?"

Billy shook his head. "No, I forgot. Pass it to me, will ya?"

Steve grabbed the box from the nightstand and handed it to Billy who looked under the lid. Steve grinned as Billy's mouth dropped open.

"ARE THESE METALLICA TICKETS?"

Steve grinned. “Maybe.” He drawled, smiling at his boyfriend's reaction.

Billy dropped the tickets to capture Steve’s face in his hands, kissing him softly but with so much fucking love Steve thought he was gonna burst.

“Fuck. I love you so much, Stevie. This is gonna be fucking awesome!” Billy said, smile shining brighter than the sun. Suddenly his face dropped and Steve feared he’d done something wrong. Before he could ask, Billy was off the bed and rummaging in his jacket before pulling the small box from his jacket pocket.

He climbed back onto the bed and handed it to Steve.

“One last present.” He said, looking nervous.

“Another?” Steve asked incredulously. He carefully took the box, flipping it open to reveal a gold pendant, similar to the one that Billy wore around his neck.

“It’s a pendant,” Billy began, softly. “It’s of Saint Dwynwen, she’s the patron saint of lovers.”

Steve looked at the small necklace that now rested in his hand.

“Put it on me?” He asked softly, unable to verbalize all of the emotions that were rushing through him at the moment.

Billy carefully clasped the pendant around Steve’s neck, smiling happily as it rested exactly where his own rested on his own chest.

“Happy Valentine’s day, pretty boy.”

Steve kissed him, short and sweet.

“Happy Valentine’s day, sunflower.”

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #valentine #valentines day #fic #cross posted on ao3

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extenler · 2 years

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kill, penasaran deh gimana jadinya kalau daniel ngizinin niki buat sit on his lap waktu daniel lg kerja, kalau ngga pas daniel lg iseng main drum. always wondering about how hot daniel and manjanya niki kalau lagi pangku2an gitu. OMGG IM THINKING ABOUT THAT RN 😳😳

[10.04 PM]

"Baby, I'm working," ucap Daniel saat Niki tiba-tiba saja menyelinap dalam pelukannya sekaligus menempatkan dirinya duduk menyamping di atas pangkuan Daniel.

"I know. I just want to sit," balas Niki.

"Itu masih luas sofanya."

"I want to sit on my seat." Niki memberikan penekanan pada kata terakhir, lalu memberikan cengiran lebarnya pada Daniel.

Melihat senyuman itu, Daniel tidak mungkin merasa kesal. Dia hanya sekilas menggelengkan kepala, lalu kembali sibuk pada layar iPad-nya. Niki sendiri kini semakin mempernyaman posisinya pada pangkuan Daniel. Kedua lengannya melingkar pada pinggang Daniel sementara kepalanya diistirahatkan pada ceruk leher Daniel.

"Nikiii," protes Daniel saat Niki mengecup lehernya beberapa kali.

"Gimme a kiss and I won't bother you again."

Tawa Daniel nyaris lolos saat melihat Niki mendongak dan memajukan bibirnya. Persis seperti anak kecil yang meminta cium pada orangtuanya. Daniel pun langsung mendaratkan kecupan lembut pada gadis itu, yang langsung membalasnya dengan senyuman manis favorit Daniel.

Setelahnya, Daniel kembali fokus pada layar iPad di hadapannya. Pekerjaan Daniel sebetulnya sudah selesai sejak tadi. Dia hanya sedang mengecek ulang hal-hal yang harus dilakukannya besok dan lusa. Maklum, Daniel cukup perfeksionis untuk urusan pekerjaan.

"Kamu harusnya minta libur seminggu."

Ucapan Niki ditanggapi dengan kekehan olehnya. "Libur juga mau ngapain, Nik?"

"Liburan lah sama aku," balas Niki riang.

"Emang kamu mau ke mana?"

Niki bergumam sejenak. "I kinda miss Singapore."

"Auntie Freya's bar?"

"Especially that one."

Daniel tak lagi menyahuti Niki. Gadis itu pun kini terlihat semakin nyaman dengan tempat bersandarnya yang tak lain adalah tubuh Daniel.

Setelah mengecek beberapa hal lain, membuka ponselnya untuk mengirim pesan, juga sejenak menunggu balasan dari pesan tersebut, Daniel pun menyimpan semua gadget-nya ke space kosong di sebelahnya.

"Kamu minggu depan sibuk gak?" tanya Daniel pada akhirnya.

Niki kembali bergumam. Kali ini bukan karena berpikir, tapi karena sekarang sudah hampir tengah malam dan gadis itu mulai mengantuk. "Nggak. Aku gak ada apa-apa lagi tuh."

"Okay. I'll book the tickets."

"Tiket apa?"

"Ya, pesawat," jawab Daniel santai.

Niki langsung menjauhkan dirinya dari tubuh Daniel. Sepasang mata lebarnya berbinar menatap Daniel. Mau tak mau membuat Daniel segera tersenyum lebar. "I already told the band. And since they don't have any schedule for next week, I can spare some time to go to Singapore with you. Tapi gak bisa sampai seminggu. Paling empat hari. Nggak apa-apa?"

Pertanyaan Daniel malah dijawab dengan kecupan bertubi-tubi di bibirnya. "Ya nggak apa-apa lah!" seru Niki setelah mengakhiri serangannya dengan kecupan lain di pipi Daniel selama beberapa detik. "Oh my God, I'm sooo happy! Thank you, Niel." Niki kembali melingkarkan lengannya pada pinggang Daniel dan memeluknya erat.

Sembari tertawa kecil, Daniel membalas dekapan tersebut dan mengusap lembut pucuk kepala Niki. "Anything for you, Zoe."

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teen-top-sarang · 1 year

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On May 11 KST, shortly after the official announcement of his departure from TEEN TOP, C.A.P appeared on a YouTube live broadcast via his own channel Baet Boy to reveal his honest thoughts.

First, he said, "I would like to start off by apologize to those who deserve an apology. A few days ago, I brought up the possibility of me leaving, and there was this sense that I had already mostly made up my mind. When I looked back, I felt sorry to fans who were tuning in for saying it so suddenly. I'm not sorry to everyone, no, but to the fans who really looked forward to TEEN TOP, I'm sorry."

C.A.P then added on, "I had a feeling that it would turn out this way. I'd never openly talked about it before with anyone, but I had always wanted to pull out of the group at some point. I had actually made up my mind when I said that I would discuss the matter with the members and the agency, and saying that was in some ways lying to myself. In reality, I had intended on leaving from the beginning."

He also clarified, "I don't personally believe that my actions were wrong. My apology is for lying to the fans. It seemed like our contracts would be extended soon with all that was happening, and that was pushing me into a corner which made me act in an extreme way."

C.A.P confessed that it had been difficult to bring up the matter in conversation, although he had wished to discuss his departure from the group for a while. "I actually wanted to talk to my dongsaengs about it, and so I would call them but they were all busy, and so there was no time or space to bring it up. Meanwhile, my guilt was piling up. I didn't want to hurt other people because of this guilty conscience. I did try to bring the topic up with the company, and there were all kinds of back and forth discussions surrounding the renewal of our contracts. So it got very complicated, and I got to thinking that if I want to cut my ties as surely as possible, I should cause some kind of trouble, and then apologize and leave. I know that if I cause trouble, it will damage the image of my team. But if I leave the team, then it also eliminates the cause of the trouble, and so to me, I was okay with that. I know that in some ways, I acted selfishly without consulting anyone."

Finally, C.A.P relayed, "I went to the company, saw the members face to face, and told them, 'I'm sorry for acting on my own'. It was a clean ending with the members and with the company. I explained to the members why I wanted to leave, I opened up to them and it almost brought me to tears. Jonghyun (Changjo) called me that night. Niel couldn't be there during the day because of a schedule, but he texted me later at night. Even though we never say such things to each other, he said 'Thank you and I love you'. We have been together for 15-years, and we are so close that we just don't say those things to one another. In truth, I should be apologizing to the members for my actions. But they understood me and saw my position, and I was thankful for that. It was painful, but at the same time, I was happy to finally move forward. I can say for certain, though, that my members and I, we are on good terms, and we will always be on good terms. We may not be affiliated with the same company any more, but that has nothing to do with our personal relationships. We are just too close like family for that."

#teen top #changjo #niel #ricky #chunji #c.a.p #news: akp #news: allkpop #230512

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hdayemi · 1 year

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❨ starter // @hdniel ❩

family was something that was always important to ayemi. from a young age, he had wanted nothing more than to have a close knit relationship with his relatives and the people around him. even though there were quite a few family members of his that had made it quite clear that if they didn't share blood, they wouldn't be so willing to be in his presence, there were those who loved him all the same. one of those family members being nathaniel. the two of them had first met a little later in life, when ayemi was around thirteen years old or so, and had clicked instantly for the most part. and ever since then, niel had become the older male's closest and dearest cousin.

despite their closeness, the two of them didn't get many opportunities to spend time with one another. what with niel starting his career as an idol in a short lived group some years ago, and even though the group was no longer around, they still had little to no free time. both were trainees, and with the intense trainee schedules they had to adhere to, finding opportunities to visit his little cousin were few and far between.

which was why he didn't hesitate to jump at the opportunity to see niel when it arose. not wanting to be stuck in his apartment during his free time, he invited the younger male out for a quick bite to eat before they set out for another destination.

"ah, it's been too long, niel! how are you? are they treating you well? are you eating properly?" he asked once his cousin had met up with him outside so they could start the short trek to the cafe they would be eating at. "it's chilly out here, niel. zip up your jacket," he gently chastised, his fingers zipping up the other's coat before making sure his neck was properly protected from the chill in the air.

#❨ POST // NIEL. ❩#hdniel

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doyeonhd · 1 year

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⌜ ♡ ⋮ 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗔 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛! ⌟ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵. . . @hdniel 𝗶𝗻. . . 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲, 𝗻𝗮𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝘀' 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

there is a good excuse to go home this time, doyeon thinks. though it wasn't much of an excuse but an actual reason and that was to celebrate her cousin's niel birthday. although it's a bit late, it's still better than never especially when their free schedule has finally aligned with one another.

prior to this, doyeon has received a call home about the birthday plans. it's a simple celebration. her mother would cook up some of niel's favourite dishes; ones that would remind him of home back in quezon city, philippines and of his mother's cooking. it may not be a one hundred percent alike, but doyeon has watched how her mother had learned those dishes albeit difficult, ever since her cousin had occasionally stayed over during their younger days. in one way or another, it had been pretty much of her comfort food as it would be for niel.

part of her is thankful that her 'beloved' brother won't be coming home, and though niel would be more than happy if he ever came around, doyeon is thankful that this time and ever since being accepted into ace, she's able to escape any condescending questionings of her older sibling.

"you ready to head home, niel-ah?" she calls out, warm tone and with a smile when she sees her favorite cousin.

#IM SORRY THIS IS LATE ;--;#𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ⟳ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓 . . . 𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 #𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃. . . 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇

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Stewards dismiss Alpines Alonso penalty protest team immediately requests review | 2022 Mexican Grand Prix

The FIA stewards have turned down Alpine’s attempt to have Fernando Alonso reinstated to his points-scoring finish in the United States Grand Prix, ruling their protest against the decision is not admissible. However Alpine is not prepared to give up its fight to reclaim Alonso’s seventh place and has immediately petitioned the stewards for a review. A hearing on that was scheduled to begin at 8:45pm in Mexico City, where this weekend’s race in taking place. Alonso was penalised after Haas brought a protest against his team, claiming his car was run in an unsafe condition during Sunday’s race. The right-hand-side wing mirror fell off his A522 around 38 minutes after it was damaged in the collision with Stroll. The stewards agreed with Haas and penalised Alpine on the grounds that they were responsible for the safety of the car. They also admonished race director Niels Wittich for failing to display the black-and-orange flag to Alonso which would have forced him to pit for repairs. Haas brought the protest as they have had to comply with the same flag three times already this year. They failed to submit their protest within 30 minutes of the provisional race classification being published, which the stewards acknowledged in their original verdict, stating it was “lodged 24 minutes out of time.” However the International Sporting Code stated stewards may grant exceptions to this rule “in circumstances where the stewards consider that compliance with the thirty-minute deadline would be impossible.” In their original verdict the stewards started “compliance with the deadline was not possible in this case and that the protest was admissible.” Alpine sought to challenge that decision in their protest today. However the stewards rejected their attempt on several grounds. These included the fact Alpine’s protest was submitted too late – one hour and eight minutes after the decision on Haas’s original protest. The stewards also noted that decisions of the stewards and summons to hearings cannot be protested. “The appropriate course of action for Alpine, if it disagreed with the decision of the stewards, would have been to appeal to the FIA International Court of Appeal, and to do that it would have to have given notice of intention to appeal to the stewards within one hour of the decision, as prescribed in the FIA International Sporting Code and the FIA Judicial and Disciplinary Rules,” they noted. “Alternatively,” they added, “should a significant and new element be discovered (by Alpine), it could petition the Stewards under Article 14 of the Code, for a review. That option remains available for 14 days after the end of the Competition.” As it is still within that window, Alpine has now taken advantage of this opportunity. Earlier on Thursday Alonso said he was “very confident” the penalty would be overturned and warned F1 would face “huge problems” if it wasn’t. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2022 Mexican Grand Prix Browse all 2022 Mexican Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

#F1 #Stewards dismiss Alpine’s Alonso penalty protest #team immediately requests review | 2022 Mexican Grand Prix #Formula 1

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Crushing It

Fandom: Debris (TV)

Summary: Her little sister’s new tutor isn’t what Finola is expecting…

Notes: inspired by this prompt via @dailyau from a deactivated account

“Dee! When’s this tutor of yours getting here? Dinner’s almost ready!” Finola called upstairs.

“I don’t know!” her fifteen-year-old sister shouted back. “I’m not a mind reader! And I can’t control traffic or whatever is making him late!”

Her sister’s tutor was supposed to have arrived at 5. It was now half an hour past that.

“Well, come downstairs, so you can start once he gets here!”

There was no reply, at least nothing audible. As Finola tasted her spaghetti sauce one more time, she imagined Dee Dee grumbling to herself in her bedroom as she touched up her lipstick in her vanity mirror. Unlike her, Dee Dee had embraced makeup with a passion. Finola had followed their mother’s example and used a light hand with the stuff, just a nude lip color and a little perfume when she felt like it.

The doorbell rang just as Finola finished draining the spaghetti noodles in the kitchen sink.

“I’ll get it,” she called, knowing Dee Dee was still trying to delay the inevitable. This was the third tutor they were trying. The first one, Niels Vinka, had been friendly but he had refused to stop bringing his snack of pickled fish to the house, which had made Dee Dee constantly gag. Gary Garcia had been next, who their father George had really liked, but, ironically, after one conversation with George about pursuing your passions, Garcia had announced that he was resigning to move out of state and involve himself in environmentalism.

Finola hoped that what they said about the third time being a charm was right. She pasted a friendly smile onto her face and pulled open the heavy, ornate front door to their family’s large house. She had been picturing a skinny boy with wireframe glasses who would be shorter than her. She was taller than the boys in her senior class after a growth spurt over winter break.

She wasn’t taller than this boy, however. Dee Dee’s new tutor looked more like he was going to brave the wilderness than coach a student. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, an olive green shirt, and a black leather jacket. He had a knapsack, also olive green, slung over one shoulder. Stubble was making an appearance along his jawline, making her wonder if he had already graduated high school. His dark brown hair was sticking up, almost as if he had bed head.

“Hi,” he said. “Are you Dee Dee Jones? I’m here for our tutoring session.”

“I’m her sister,” she said. “Finola,” she added. Suddenly, she remembered she still had on her worn apron, which was stained here and there with red splotches of tomato sauce from making the spaghetti. Her visitor either didn’t notice, or he was too polite to say anything, but it made her feel self-conscious.

“I’m Bryan,” he said. “I’m so sorry I’m late.”

“It’s all right. You’re here now. Please, come in.”

She stepped aside to let him enter, untying her apron and removing it over her head. When that was done, she called again for her sister, turning her head to look up the stairs. “Dee Dee! Your tutor’s here!”

Slow, heavy footsteps descended the staircase. Dee Dee stopped on the second-to-last step, her bright red lipstick unable to distract from the pained expression on her face.

“Hi,” she said wearily. “So, what’s your name?”

“Bryan Beneventi. And, I get it,” he added, holding up his left hand as he kept his right curled around the strap of his knapsack. “Studying isn’t fun, right? But I wouldn’t be here if you were passing…” He paused. “Uh, Spanish?” he guessed.

“History!” Dee Dee exclaimed indignantly, her eyes widening, and Finola herself felt mild surprise. He didn’t even know what subject he was tutoring?

“Right! Right, history,” Bryan agreed. “The details with my tutoring schedule kind of get muddled up sometimes.”

“Isn’t that what history’s all about? Details?”

Finola shot her sister a glare for her rudeness, but Bryan seemed unperturbed.

“Good point.” He checked his watch. “Well, since I put us more than thirty minutes behind, I guess we’d better get started.” He glanced between the two siblings, waiting for direction on where the tutoring session would take place.

“You can use the dining room,” Finola said, pointing to her left in its direction.

He flashed her a small, grateful smile. “Thanks.” He gestured for Dee Dee to lead the way, making the younger girl’s face scrunch up with a mixture of delight and confusion, but she showed Bryan to the dining room with a bounce in her step that made Finola smile to herself.

She went back to the kitchen and made a plate of spaghetti for their father to eat whenever he got home, then fixed two more for herself and Dee Dee. After a few minutes’ hesitation, she decided to fix one more plate for Bryan. He was being paid to tutor for one hour, and she knew from experience that dealing with Dee Dee could drain the energy out of you. By the time they finished, she guessed he would be wanting to eat dinner.

About twenty minutes into the hour, she crept over to the wall adjoining the dining room to discreetly eavesdrop on how things were going.

“Okay,” she heard Bryan say. “You’ve got to explain what the French and Indian War is. So, what can you tell me about it?”

“I dunno,” Dee Dee replied. “The French and the Native Americans fought each other?”

“See, you might think that because of the name, but it’s more complicated than that. They were fighting the British.”

“I’m British too, you know.”

“Does that make you more interested in the subject?”

“Not really. It was all so long ago.”

“But it’s something you need to know for now. To pass your next test.”

“Are you hungry? ‘Cause I am. This is usually my dinner time, but, you know, since you showed up so late…why were you late, anyway?”

“If you’d like, I can stay an hour and a half next week to make up for it.”

“Ugh, and make me live through even more of this torture? No thank you.”

“You can eat while I tutor you. How’s that sound?”

Instead of answering, Dee Dee called out, “Hey, Fi?”

Finola winced and had to tiptoe away a few feet and then walk back to pretend like she hadn’t been listening just outside the dining room. “Did you call me?” she asked, smiling what she hoped was an innocent smile.

“Can we eat dinner in here? I’m starving, but Bryan won’t let me take a break.”

A stricken look crossed the young man’s face. “That’s not what I said,” he blurted out.

She shot him a sympathetic look before nodding at Dee Dee. “I’ll get the food.” She spun on her heel, only to pause and turn back to face Bryan again. “I…made an extra plate. In case you got hungry. It’s just spaghetti, so…”

He blinked up at her and then got up from his seat, dropping a pencil he had been holding onto the table. “Thanks,” he replied. “Let me help you. It’s easier to carry three plates between two people.”

“Between three people,” Dee Dee piped up. “I can get my own plate.”

“Yes, you can,” Finola agreed through gritted teeth. She walked back to the kitchen and let Dee Dee and Bryan trail after her,

She handed each of them a plate of spaghetti and a fork, and then picked up her own dish and a small pile of napkins. They all trooped back to the dining room and Finola took a seat at the end of the table, allowing her to sit between her sister and Bryan.

“So,” Bryan began. “The war…when did it take place?”

Dee Dee scowled. She looked to Finola for help, but the older girl only shrugged.

“I had to learn this on my own,” she pointed out.

Dee Dee skimmed her history textbook, which lay open on the table in front of her. She gave an answer, to which Bryan nodded.

“Correct.” He ate another forkful of spaghetti. Finola was slightly alarmed to see that he had cleared almost half his plate in just a few minutes.

“Drinks!” she suddenly exclaimed. “I mean, would you like something to drink?”

“We only have water, orange juice, or coffee,” Dee Dee added. “Our dad doesn’t believe in soda. Don’t get him started on it “

“Water would be great. Thank you,” Bryan said. He stood from his seat when Finola rose, and she froze in place, wondering if he was going to follow her to the kitchen again before recognizing the chivalrous gesture for what it was. She had seen men standing up when women left a table on TV and in movies but it had never happened to her in real life before.

“I’ll--I’ll be right back,” she stammered out.

An hour later, dinner and Dee Dee’s tutoring session were over, and Finola was seeing Bryan out.

“Thanks for the food,” he said, hefting his pack over his shoulder again. “I’ll be back next week.” This was to Dee Dee, who stood hidden behind the doorframe, but her disappointed groan made her presence known.

“Yes, we’ll see you next week. At 5.” Finola hoped her voice sounded casual. She could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

“It was nice to meet you, Finola.” As he spoke, he walked down the steps of their front porch, pulling something out of his knapsack. It was hard and black and had a curved surface to it—a motorcycle helmet. He carried it under his arm until he reached a slim motorbike parked a few houses away, then slid the helmet on over his head and straddled the bike. He gunned the engine, pulled a U-turn on the quiet street, and sped away.

It was nice to meet you, Finola… What did that mean? She shook her head. Just that. Nothing more.

“He has a motorcycle?” Dee Dee’s voice had risen an octave with excitement. “That’s so cool!”

Her older sister privately agreed.

#my fic #debris nbc #dailyau #brinola #dee dee jones #high school au i guess #bryan x finola #Fi and Dee and Bry #this is all i have so far #but i have a couple ideas for more scenes if i can write them

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