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in case you've missed it, and I'm assuming most of you have, we're having a presidential election here in Finland. First round is currently going on, so I thought I'd give you a quick run down of our candidates!

(in alphabetical order, party in parentheses)

Mika Aaltola (independent): Has mainly worked in academia and apparently has experience in international politics, which is good for the job. I honestly know next to nothing about this dude, but he seems to positively radiate Just Some Guy energy. What would be interesting about him winning: I have no idea. Chances of winning: Ehhh - but it wouldn't be the first time we get a president from outside the daily politics.

Li Andersson (Left Alliance): current leader of the Left Alliance, former Minister of Education. What most people seem to say about her: "she's clearly the best choice, but has no chance of winning so I won't be voting for her." What would be interesting about her winning: first Left Alliance president Chances of winning: Unfortunately slim. Left Alliance is a small party and half of the country still seems to think they're Evil Communists.

Sari Essayah (Christian Democrats): she's also the leader of her party. Most known for being a former racewalker and religious. What would be interesting about her winning: How the hell did it happen??? Chances of winning: zero.

Pekka Haavisto (Green League): Former Minister of the Environment, International Development, and Foreign Affairs (three different terms, not all at once). He was born in 1958 and hasn't done much beyond politics. He's been in the presidential race twice already too, both times losing to our current president, Sauli Niinistö. What would be interesting about him winning: first gay president. Chances of winning: he made it to the final round twice already, so maybe third time's a charm? He has been polling first this time around.

Jussi Halla-aho (Finns Party): a prominent rightwing blogger, a Slavic linguist by education, and the current Speaker of the Parliament. He's "immigration critical" in the same vein "gender criticals" tend to be. He's is considered something of an intellectual in the rightwing circles despite having the vibes of an anthropomorphic raisin, and has amassed a cult following - who literally call him Mestari (master, but in Finnish the vibes are more a master of a trade and not some dude who spanks you in the bedroom. What would be interesting about him winning: finding out if I can immigrate to Denmark. Chances of winning: none if I can help it, but like I said, he does have a very solid fanbase.

Hjallis Harkimo (Movement Now): best known for being the owner of an ice-hockey team or something. His real name is Harry and for some reason he has been elected into the parliament twice. I assume it's the famous allure of a "successful businessman" or because he's something of a celebrity? Who knows. What would be interesting about him winning: How did it happen? Chances of winning: slim.

Olli Rehn (Centre Party): Served as the Minister of Economic Affairs for like a year under our most fuck-witted prime minister in recent history. Not much else to say about it. Somehow seems older than Pekka Haavisto tho he's actually younger. What would be interesting about him winning: absolutely nothing. He's so dull it's almost offensive. Chances of winning: who knows? Maybe he'll be a dark horse if all other candidates fall flat.

Alexander Stubb (National Coalition Party): Former Prime Minister, and former Minister of Finance. He's ehhhhhh not the worst possible option, honestly, and is on the more liberal side of the Rich Getting Richer party. What would be interesting about him winning: how will he be different from our current (National Coalition Party) president, I guess Chances of winning: last I checked, he was polling second, so I guess it's a possibility?

Jutta Urpilainen (Social Democratic Party): Former Minister of Finance. Social Democrats are one of the biggest parties we have, but they took a while deciding on who to pick. She's alright. Social Democrats are usually fine, and she'a long term Social Democrat. What would be interesting about her winning: uhh... possibly the first president to have released a Christmas album? Chances of winning: I just don't think she's that popular, to be honest. But she might make it into top three at least, like I said, it's one of the biggest parties behind her.

#finnish presidential elections #long post #political opinions #political onions #i wrote this and did not take my evening meds on time so if i don't sleep tonight this is why

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Letters to My Love // Part IV

Moonlight Becomes You

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: When you signed up to volunteer with the USO, you never anticipated that you would meet a man like Ensign Robert Floyd. Fate brings you together one balmy spring evening in Charleston—the night before Bob is set to ship off across the Atlantic. Pen and paper become your only means of sharing your heart with the naval aviator who’s captivated it, igniting a correspondence that spans the distance between you. Can love blossom even as war rages and thousands of miles keep you apart?

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s Note: A quick historical note - President Roosevelt’s fireside chats are mentioned in this chapter. For those who may be unfamiliar with American history, the fireside chats were a series of radio addresses given by FDR between 1933 and 1944. They were designed to keep the American public updated about The Great Depression and the United States’ progress in World War II. If you’re interested, you can actually hear the audio of the fireside chat that Peach references in her letter.

Set the Mood: If you’re looking for some 1940s vibes, check out the playlist I made to pair with the story!

The title for this chapter comes from the Bing Crosby song of the same name.

Dedication: This story continues to be dedicated to my sweet friend, @luminousnotmatter. Her support has meant so much to me in writing this series!

Warnings: Alternating POV, references to war and its impact, allusions to childhood death caused by the 1918 Influenza pandemic, references to illness, a lot of fluff.

August 7, 1942

Dear Peach,

It makes me real happy to hear that you like the nickname. I was surprised to learn that you’ve never had a nickname all your own, but I’m doubly happy to be able to give you your first. It’s a real honor, let me tell you. Not to mention the fact that you ARE special, so you certainly deserve to feel that way.

I think when we all get back, we’ll have to be very careful to keep Dottie, Tommy Boy, and Benny from conspiring, you and I. They do sound like they’re very much of one mind, your sister and my friends—though I’m sure Dottie is much lovelier than my lughead buddies. As I write this, in fact, Benny is snoring loud enough to wake the entire carrier. I’m not sure how any of the other fellas are managing to get any sleep. But at least as long as he’s snoring, I know he won’t be reading over my shoulder. We have to take our victories where we can, as we’re all quickly learning.

Now that I think about it, I do believe I made you a promise in my last letter, Peach. I promised I would try to be more organized, and I’m going to stick to that. I’m going to make a list, so that I’m sure to answer each and every part of your letter. I have to admit that I’ve read it five or six times already. The thought that you’d take such precious time out of your day to sit and write to me of all people still seems simply too good to be true, but so long as this dream is my reality, I’m going to make the most of it. I want you to know how much every word you write means to me.

First of all, trust me when I say that your words truly are sweeter than any dessert they could dream up for us here. Sweeter than honey, sweeter than ice cream, sweeter than pie—heck, even sweeter than a Georgia peach. Mail Call IS a wonderful day, and getting a letter from you makes it all the more wonderful.

I appreciate your belief in me, Peach, more than words could say. In all honesty, I’m probably not even a quarter as brave as you think I am. Maybe I shouldn’t admit that in writing. I’m sure the rest of the guys would tell me to play the part of the hero, but the truth is that I don’t feel like one most days. I only want to serve my country and do my part, but I’d be lying if I said there weren’t days when I felt downright terrified to be here. “War is hell” is right, no doubt about it. I hope you don’t think less of me for saying so. But somehow, I know you won’t. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I just know I can trust you with these sorts of things. The thought of getting to lay down my burdens with you, even if only for a moment, is such a gift. Thank you.

Paris, huh? That must have been some honeymoon. Since we’ve arrived, I’ve been able to see [REDACTED], but I’m sure it can’t compare to what your parents saw back then. One day, I hope you do get to make it here, Peach. I hope you get to see all the most beautiful parts of the world. I wouldn’t want you to be here now, not when everything feels the opposite of beautiful, but one day. We’ll make it safe here again so that it’s beautiful for you. I promise.

Listen, if you can convince your mama to hand over the peach tart recipe, I just might be able to convince my mama to share her apple cobbler recipe…

Speaking of which, it made me smile to hear about your Fourth of July. For the record, Paddy was right—getting to hear about the parades and the fireworks and the strawberry pound cake (I’m sorry about the sugar, by the way) made me feel like everything we’re doing over here is worth it. Some days are real hard. Some days, it feels like we’re not making any progress. But when I hear that you and your family are safe and happy back home, it makes me realize that what we’re doing over here every day does matter. So long as you’re all still able to celebrate Independence Day in peace, then we’re doing our job. Some of the other fellas got letters from their families, telling them about their Fourth of July parties and picnics, too. We all sat together and read them out loud, and it made us feel for a moment like we were there. We could taste the hot dogs and the watermelon and the Root Beer Floats. And it made us smile and laugh, Peach. I promise, nothing you could tell me about life back home would feel like salt in a wound. On the contrary, it’s like a balm for our spirits.

I’m sorry to hear about Frankie’s teeth. I hope the little guy is doing alright. I remember watching my brothers go through it growing up, and seeing Clara go through it just a couple years ago. Being her godfather, it felt extra hard to watch her suffer, so I know just how you feel watching your nephew. In her most recent letter, Natasha told Paul that Paul, Jr.’s been cutting some teeth as well, but he’s “soldiering on, just like his daddy.” It seems like such a small thing, but I could hear Paul crying in his bunk that night. I don’t think he’d mind me telling you that, Peach, considering how trustworthy you are. He misses Natasha and Clara and Paul, Jr. something fierce, and I know he can’t wait for the day when he gets to hold them in his arms again. Since your thoughts for us seem to be so powerful, maybe you could spare some for Paul? I know it’d mean a lot to him.

Paddy is a good man, Peach. A great man. I know you know that and you don’t need to be hearing it from me, but it’s true. If ever he’s feeling down about staying stateside, you let him know that none of us could be doing what we’re doing over here if it wasn’t for what he’s doing over there. He’s a smart guy, Paddy is, and we appreciate how hard he’s working. If anyone feels differently, well—quite frankly, their opinion just doesn’t matter.

It is a little tricky to have a conversation on paper, indeed. Oh, I wish more than anything that we could be talking face to face. I think of that night on King Street all the time. Can I be honest with you, Peach? I hope you won’t think this is too forward, but when the days here are long and hard, sometimes I just picture your pretty face and it makes things feel better. And I hope you know that your loveliness is so much more than just skin deep—your heart and your kindness are what make you so beautiful. I’m sorry for being so forthright—I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable—but I just wanted you to know that. Your friendship and your kindness to me that last night stateside mean so much to me, and they always will.

Speaking of friendship, I’m rather starting to think that my friends like you more than they like me. You should have seen Tommy Boy’s and Benny’s faces when I told them you said hello—they lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July and demanded to see your words for themselves. Evidently, my word wasn’t good enough. They say hello in return and want to thank you for all your well wishes. Paul says hello, too. He says of course he remembers you, and that he hopes you’re doing real well. He still hasn’t forgotten about getting Natasha a string of pearls just as pretty as yours.

I’m sorry the heat’s been so oppressive back in Charleston. We’ve had nothing but rain here for weeks, so we’ve been rather wet and miserable. But your letter was a bright spot amidst the clouds, and I’d be happy to take some of that southern sun off your hands if you’d be willing to take some of our clouds and rain.

Now you’ve really given me something to look forward to, Peach, if you’re really serious about singing something at our next dance. I assure you that it’s easy to promise that I won’t laugh because I KNOW you won’t be terrible at it. Your voice, I know, is just as lovely as you and I can’t wait to hear it.

It’s funny you mention “Chattanooga Choo Choo” because that one just so happens to be one of my mother’s favorites. I think the two of you would get along just swell. I just had a letter from her the other day, and she assured me that all is well at home. It does my heart good to hear that from both her and you.

I do know “Blue Moon,” Peach. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to hear it the same way again without thinking of your beautiful words. As I write this letter right now, the moon is shining down, and I’m picturing it shining down on you, too. The last time I got to see you—well, I suppose the only time I got to see you—was in the moonlight, so I think it will always be special to me. And you’re right—when I think of the same moon shining down on you and me, and all my friends and family back home, it makes me think that maybe the world isn’t so big a place after all. Maybe we’re not all as far apart as it seems. Thank you for reminding me of that. I did tell Paul, and he wrote your words down to send to Natasha. So we all owe you a debt of gratitude.

Alright, have I rambled on enough? Goodness, I don’t think I’ve ever written letters so long as the ones I write to you, Peach. But I suppose it’s because I want you to know me. It’s funny, I’ve always been happy to blend into the background. I’m not the sort of guy that most people take notice of—not like Paul and Tommy Boy—and that’s okay. I’ve always been fine with that. But with you—well, I want you to know me. I don’t want to blend into the background where you’re concerned. And I think that maybe you understand that? I felt it that night we met—that you understand. You understand so much, Peach, and I’m so grateful for that.

I won’t bore you with it now, but maybe sometime in the future, I could tell you stories about myself? Stories from when I was growing up, stories from Annapolis—stories that will help you get to know me? I would never want to pry, and you don’t have to tell me anything about yourself that you don’t want to, but I thought that maybe—well, I don’t know what I thought except for the fact that I’d really like to know you, the same as I’d like you to know me.

Okay, I think exhaustion is starting to addle my brain, and I should probably stop writing before I say something that makes me look even more foolish than I probably already have.

You’re in my thoughts, Peach, and I wish you nothing but the best. I hope this letter finds you happy and well.

Sincerely Yours,

Bobby

September 19, 1942

Dear Bobby,

I’m so, so sorry that it’s taken me so long to write you back. I felt that your beautifully heartfelt letter deserved all my attention, and I didn’t want to sit down to write a response until I was able to give it that.

We had a bit of a crisis here in the Sheridan household back in August, around the same time your letter arrived in the mail. We’re not sure how he possibly could have picked it up, but poor, sweet Frankie came down with influenza. He couldn’t keep anything down, and then he started burning up with a terrible fever. Dottie was absolutely frantic, and we rushed him to the hospital. When the doctors confirmed it was the flu, Dottie was beside herself. I know you’ve never met Frankie, but he’s normally such a happy baby, so full of life and joy—to see him so still and lethargic and quiet was quite terrifying. I was scared, too, but I tried to remind Dottie that her son was just as strong as his mother. Dottie was born in 1918, you see, during the Spanish Flu epidemic. She was one of the only babies who survived in the hospital where our mother delivered her. I think that’s all Dottie could picture—all those mothers and fathers who never got to bring their children home. She insisted on bringing Frankie home to care for him—she said she wasn’t going to run the risk of keeping him in the hospital.

Poor baby was terribly sick for over a week. I don’t think Dottie or Paddy slept a wink that whole time. I tried to convince them to take turns staying up with him, so that they could get some rest, but they just stayed by his side all night, every night. It really is quite something, isn’t it? The power of a mother and father’s love? I won’t lie, Bobby, there were some really scary moments when we weren’t sure he was going to pull through. I’ve never been so afraid or cried so many tears in all my life, I think. But then one day, his fever finally broke and we could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve never seen my sister or brother-in-law look more happy or relieved. It felt like we had all been holding our breath without even realizing it, and we were finally able to breathe deeply again.

We’ve all been in recovery mode since then, and have been monitoring Frankie very carefully. Just as he started to get better, Dottie fell a little under the weather, so Paddy and I were taking care of them both. I’m very happy to report that both my sister and my nephew are back to their smiley, happy selves, which has been such a joy. I’ll be very glad to put this whole episode behind us.

I want to thank you for your last letter, Bobby, because it truly helped keep me sane when it felt like the whole world was spinning out of control. Though I didn’t feel able to write back until everyone was feeling better, I did read your letter every night before I went to sleep. You wrote that my stories from home were like a balm to your spirit, and I just want you to know that your words were a balm to mine. You are one of the kindest men I’ve ever known, Bobby. Thank you. Thank you so much.

You would think with so much time to plan this letter in my mind, I would have something brilliant to share, but I’m afraid that I’m still feeling a bit scatter-brained after everything. So here are the words that have been bouncing around in my head and my heart for the past few weeks, in response to yours:

You’ll always be a hero in my eyes, Bobby. The fact that you’re brave enough to admit that you’re terrified just further proves it to me. True heroes don’t think of themselves as heroes. They just do the job that needs being done—like you’re doing. And your country is so proud of you for it. I’m so proud of you for it.

I believe you when you promise that you’re going to make it safe there, wherever you are right now. I’m confident that the world will be a beautiful place again. Maybe one day you can show it to me.

I might just be able to convince my mama to share her peach tart recipe. We’ll see. You sweet talk your mama, and I’ll sweet talk mine.

Thank you for putting my mind at rest about telling you stories from home. If they really do lift your spirits, then I promise to tell you as many stories as you want to hear.

Poor Frankie really can’t catch a break, can he? Between his teeth and the flu, he’s had a rough go of it lately. But I’d say he’s “soldiering on,” same as Paul, Jr. I’m sorry to hear how hard the separation is for Paul. As his best friend, I’m sure it’s hard to watch him struggle with that. Of course I’ll be thinking of Paul and Natasha and the children. I include them in my prayers every night, and I’ll continue to do so until they’re all together again. I keep all of you in my prayers.

Thank you for your kind words about Paddy, Bobby. I didn’t share them with him, because I didn’t want him to be upset that I knew how he’d been feeling, but I have your words tucked away in my heart, and I’ll be sure to pass them onto him when the time is right. He is a good man, and I’m glad to know that other people see it in him, too.

You really are too kind to me, Bobby. I have a feeling you may be remembering me through rose-colored glasses, but I thank you for your sweetness all the same. Your friendship means a lot to me, too, and I’ll always be so thankful for that night we met. I’ll never forget it.

I find it impossible to believe that your friends could ever like me more than you. How could they, when you’re such a wonderful friend? Tell Tommy Boy and Benny that I say they have to take your word as golden because you’re extremely trustworthy. I don’t want to hear about any more of this doubting nonsense. And tell Paul that my family knows a couple jewelers who would be glad to help an American hero. Whenever he’s ready to find those pearls, he can just give a holler.

I’ll gladly give you some sunshine in exchange for some rain! With fall coming, it’s not quite as hot as it’s been, but we’d still gladly take fresh, clean rain to wash away the last of the sticky heat.

What song would you like to hear? I’ll start practicing now, so that by the time you come home, maybe it’ll be halfway as good as you seem to think it’s going to be.

From what you told me, your mother sounds just lovely. I’d love to listen to some Glenn Miller over a nice apple cobbler with her.

Oh, none of you owe me anything. I’m sure I’m not the first person to make such an observation about the moon, and I won’t be the last. But I am glad that it could bring you all a little bit of comfort. And when the moon comes up tonight, I’ll be thinking of you.

Bobby, you could never fade into the background, not to me. But I do understand what you mean. I’ve always felt the same. I’ve never been one that people take notice of. Dottie’s always been good with crowds. My friends Emily and Marilyn—they were volunteering with me that night at the dance—they’re always good at making conversation. I’ve never been that way. And I’ve always accepted that about myself, same as you. But it is nice to feel like someone really sees you, like they really know you. I have that with my family, but it’s good to know there’s someone else out there who understands me. Someone like you, Bobby. I want you to know me, too.

I’d like it if we could share stories with one another. I’d like that very much. I want to hear more about your farm in Iowa, and your family, and all the mischief that you and Paul and Natasha got into when you were growing up. I’m all ears, whatever you’d like to share.

Before I close my letter, I thought you might like to know that President Roosevelt gave one of his fireside chats a couple weeks ago. He hasn’t given one since April, so we were all very eager to hear what he had to say. He spoke a bit about inflation and the cost of things. He promised that he’s working with Congress to try to keep things as reasonable as possible, but we all understand that’s rather difficult with a war on. And we’re happy to make the sacrifices necessary to do our part for the war effort.

He also spoke a bit about the progress of the war. I admit that talk of battles and military strategy goes a bit over my head, but he did say something that stuck out to me and has been in my head ever since. He said—and forgive me if I paraphrase a bit—that battles and wars aren’t won by men who are concerned about themselves, about their own safety and comfort. And it made me think of you, Bobby, and all your friends. It made me think of what you’re sacrificing, especially your safety and comfort. We’re going to win this war. I know it. And it’s because of men like you. Don’t ever doubt that.

I hope that when this letter finds you, you’ve managed to carve out a little bit of safety and comfort for yourself. I hope that you’re doing well, and that you’ll be able to come home soon.

Please stay safe, Bobby.

All my best,

Peach

#robert bob floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #x reader #x female reader #top gun #top gun: maverick #lewis pullman #WWII AU #1940s AU

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redfields-hotbabeineurope · 2 years

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Eddie Munson Fic Recommendations

Main Rec Masterlist

@darling-i-read-it

First Couple Days -> you and eddie just started to date and are keeping it a secret

@taiyothewriter

Sex, Drugs and Rock (NSFW) -> you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations.

@orpheuseus

Reader is Steve harrington sister and in a relationship with Eddie Munson

@eddie-munsons-sweetheart

Country Girl -> Eddie introduces you to Black Sabbath - and who could've guessed Heavy Metal could be that romantic?

Ceasefire -> Fighting with Eddie trying to wrestle his vest from his grip cuz you’re doing the laundry and that thing really needs washed but he doesn’t wanna lose the ‘mosh pit smell’

@spideyheart

Love, You Too Edison -> skipping class with your boyfriend to get high in the woods behind school was your favorite thing to do. but much to eddie’s dismay, this time around didn’t involve heated make-out sessions and heartfelt hugs, it was just you pestering him about his full name. your current theory on what it was? edison.

@brenbrennn

Reader being friends with robin and is somehow involved in the upside down stuff and so hangs out with the gang and robin is making fun of reader for swooning over eddie whenever he talks about lord of the rings

@evans-heaven

Pretzels

@eddiemunsonssoulmate

Strange Love Pt2 -> The popular girl mingling with the school’s freak should have been outrageous. Yet you chose him as a quick escape from reality because he seemed to be the only person able to give you what you needed. You had no idea that the escape he offered you would turn into something so much more complicated.

@gavvaiins

Otherworldly -> eddie surprises his partner in the libary, discovering instead of learning they created a whole freaking world

@moonlane

Pretty Brown Eyes -> you finally have the courage to talk to your crush—but then the most embarrassing thing ever happens.

@hotdogwillex

Don’t take my heart (don’t break my heart) -> Dustin isn’t allowed to date until his sister, Kate, does. Problem is, he already has a girlfriend. He looks for help in the most unlikely place: the Hellfire Club.

@anangelwhodidntfall

Anyone But Him -> Reader is Steve's sister and she has a huge crush on Eddie and he's has a crush on her (they flirt with each other at school and at the video store), and Steve does not approve. But his mama instincts kick in when Eddie is at his front door and his sister gets ready to leave with him

@siempre-bucky

Tell Me a Secret -> A classic tale of idiots to lovers. The school freak who was surprisingly good at math agrees to tutor Hawkins High royalty, the Vice President who's on the verge of failing.

@hauntlikeaghost0

She's Real -> Dustin Henderson refuses to believe Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson has a girlfriend.

@ali-r3n

Eddie Munson x Henderson Sister!Reader

@infitsovermisfits

Tiny Swords

@parkerslatte

Caught Red Handed -> Y/N and Eddie are in a relationship but Y/N’s brother Dustin has no idea about it.

@professorrw

Cheerleader -> Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren't as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.

@rosaline-black

The Five Video Tapes of Eddie Munson -> Working at a video store when your friends aren’t on shift is dull as hell, that is until an unlikely dude starts building up a film collection. And building up the courage to admit his feelings.

@neon-junkie

Why Can't This Be Love -> You've never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It's not for you - these people aren't for you. Yet, you don't know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away? The answer is made for you after your 'date,' a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that's fine. But what's not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!. However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you've spent the last few years with.

@mysticmunson

Late Bloomer -> eddie befriends a cheerleader who’s a bit of a ‘late bloomer’

@dadsbongos

Within Six Days -> You, the valedictorian to-be, and Eddie, the bimbo pothead, start studying together so he can graduate. In return, he shows you a more "wild" life.

@iliaclwrites

if you'd taken an arrow (and run it right through me) -> five times you and Eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t.

@hotdogwillex

youngervolcano - on Ao3

Dont take my heart (Dont break it) -> Dustin isn't allowed to date until his sister, Kate, does. Problem is, he already has a girlfriend. (Or: 10 Things I Hate About You but make it Eddie Munson)

#eddie munson x reader

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GOD IF YOU HAVE ANY COCONUT WINS IDEAS I WOULD LOVE TO BEAR TJEM SO BADLY I WOULD KILL SOMEONE

UM. YES. I have so many fics to try and write in the month of march but i've got writers block so im not really procrastinating so I will talk abt this!!! Some ideas:

-Okay so the big important first change is that Fundy's voter fraud can't be proven. The numbers are still suspicious, but nobody can prove that they were tampered with. COCONUT2020 beats POG2020 and SCHLATT2020+SWAG2020 in a massive landslide.

-Schlatt never lets this go from the second he hears it. he knows in his bones that he was cheated. Niki is on an edge of not being able to make a sure decision about it. Quackity, George, Tubbo, and Tommy are all fairly pissed about it.

-Losing the election to his son and his first lady fully fucks up Wilbur. He mumbles congratulations and then fully leaves L'Manberg to go off into the woods and build like. a house. imagine how he was in pogtopia but he has no one to fight and no one to talk to and no justifiable reasons to himself to be upset at all.

-Fundy and Niki become co-presidents. Niki appoints Tommy as L'Manberg's scout so he has an excuse to try and find Wilbur. With no exiles, no dictatorship, and no underground rebellion L'Manberg has a lot of people who don't see eye to eye and can say what they want.

-opposing political parties form pretty soon after. Schlatt, Quackity, and Tubbo form a party on the basis of preserving L'Manberg's integrity, making it a better place to live, and integrating more with the SMP. This is referred to as the Opposing Party but I'm sure if it was real lore it would have a very stupid name. Niki, Fundy, George, and Karl end up in a looser party focused on getting an upper hand in ongoing external conflicts and maintaining L'Manberg as a cohesive unit. This is referred to as the Presidential Party. Hbomb stays relatively neutral and Tommy tries to play negotiator. I'm not sure which side Ponk would be swayed towards.

-Niki and Schlatt sort of come up as the biggest political figures. Fundy gets increasingly weird and reclusive as time goes on and Quackity handles a lot of the actual logistics of running L'Manberg. Fighting an uphill battle with a team of people keeps Schlatt a lot more grounded than he was in Manberg. Niki on the other hand is fucking panicking because she feels like she's been dragged into a set of beliefs she doesn't really agree with but she doesn't really know how to keep everything moving. She tends to go towards fairly straightforward and firm answers to problems which keeps pushing her towards militarization.

-Dream doesn't really get a chance to be a villain, at least to the extent he is in the main story. The result of 2nd Era L'Manberg politics is that the country is expanding quickly and acting with sporadic violence with no predictable diplomatic policy, which is a nightmare for him. He ends up resolving that L'Manberg is a much more pressing issue than the disc conflict and devotes a lot of his time to normal diplomacy. Also due to the different position of Schlatt he never hears about the Revival Book.

-Tommy and Dream could actually resolve their issues a little here. Tommy is the only L'Manbergian trying to soften conflicts between the parties and also spends a lot of his time out in the SMP as a scout. He's also lost a lot of confidence in most of his friends and mostly wants everything to calm down. There wants align enough for them to partially work together and I think that at this point they could reasonably figure out their shit.

-Sapnap becomes a much bigger threat. Coconut winning basically resulted in the country of L'Manberg becoming his enemy. I don't think he'd get as fucked up as Dream did but he was also a pretty violent person to begin with and I could see him both escalating and broadening the conflict.

-I don't have a lot more ideas I can remember than that! Some more may come to me but I think it's fascinating! Take some very quick drawings

#howdywrites #scott #coconut wins au

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pan-de-queer · 10 months

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ngiti mo'y 'di ko na makalimutan (supercorp)

THIS FIC IS IN ENGLISH

Genre: Philippine AU, Uni AU, Fluff (and sweat)

Summary:

“I wouldn’t be a very good protestor if I left a damsel in distress now would I?”

“I didn’t know protestors were knights in shining armor now.” Lena quirks a brow, enjoying the way the other woman grins and teases in a way that makes her forget the sweat clinging to places Lena didn’t even know could sweat.

“Well, of course we are! We fight for those in need, have a strong set of morals, and take down bad guys when we can.”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

Or: Lena joins a protest (by accident), Kara joins a protest (on purpose), and they still fall in love.

Author’s Note: since today is a “treat yo’ self” day for me, here’s the supercorp philippines uni au that runs constantly on my mind on loop. tbh i consider this fic pretty rough but i wanted to post something before the day ends! so, here’s a rough glimpse of life in metro manila during 2016! title from Anghel by The Juans (thanks to my babe for picking this!!!). translations for everything (including the title) at the bottom 💕

ngiti mo'y 'di ko na makalimutan

Lena may not be the best at speaking the language just yet, but she knows enough to know that the crowd marching the streets are not happy.

“Makibaka!” The front of the group yelled, signs and flags and fists raised under the humid Philippine heat.

Still, the rest of the crowd replied, “Huwag matakot!”

Lena understands the latter half of the chant, but considering her Filipino tutor didn’t really account for protest chants in her vocabulary, she doesn’t really understand what the entire call-and-response is about.

She can see signs—can hear the current president’s name being thrown around every now and then—but she doesn’t understand much of the local news even when she makes an active effort to watch the morning reports.

Which is a shame, really, because then maybe she’d know how to pass through the sea of protestors (boarding school never prepared her for this). But Lena was nothing if not stubborn as hell, so she squared her shoulders, tightened her grip on her backpack, and tried to weave through the crowd of angry, sweaty people.

Trying is as far as she gets, though.

“Marcos! Duterte! Diktador! Tuta!” the crowd chants around her as she finds herself moving forward with the group instead of through them. No one pays much attention to her other than a quick tilt of the head, but that also means that no one tries to make way for her to get through.

She tries the first phrase her Filipino tutor taught her, but her “tao po” is drowned out by the angry chants and yelling.

She marches for a good five minutes before she finally hears someone speak English.

“Oh, hi!” the girl is tall, tan, and blonde. Absolutely gorgeous and not very Filipino-looking, but Lena knows better by now than to guess someone’s nationality in this country. “Are you part of one of the youth organizations?”

Lena sighs in relief at the pretty friendly face. “No, I’m not a part of any organization. I’m not actually supposed to be at this protest.”

“Ooh, secret protesting? Respect,” the woman nods and Lena feels a little bit like she should just go along with it. The woman’s got broad shoulders and a dazzling smile and Lena’s pretty sure she could spend a whole day watching the way the sweat rolls off this woman’s sculpted arms.

But.

Lena’s also sweaty and hot and all around very confused and uncomfortable.

She thinks she can sacrifice this pretty girl’s respect (and gorgeousness) for the cold comfort of her apartment (maybe).

“I meant, actually, I’m not supposed to be part of any of this? I kind of got swept into the crowd when I was trying to pass through to get to my apartment.”

The woman pauses, brows furrowing into a deep cute crinkle before a lopsided smile twists her lips. “Are you telling me that you’ve been marching along this protest for almost fifteen minutes because you haven’t been able to walk your way out?”

Lena huffs and rolls her eyes before she pauses and lets that sentence play again. Smirking, she asks, “You’ve been watching me for fifteen minutes?”

The somehow blushes despite her cheeks already being red from the heat and she laughs awkwardly, very obviously caught. “I mean—not, like, stalkerishly. I was just—I noticed you. Cause, like, you look new. To this whole protesting thing—which I was right! But not like I thought. So. Not a stalker!”

Lena laughs, endeared and a lot less bothered by the heat when it looks so good on this woman. “I’m teasing, but thanks for the assurance. Now, can you help a girl get out of a protest march?”

The woman taps her chin with a hum. “I don’t know… All this teasing’s made me forget my north from my left.”

Lena does her best not to laugh, valiantly schooling her features to jokingly grumble, “Well, if you can’t help me.”

“Woah there, now hold on,” the woman laughs, smile wide as she shakes her head. “I never said anything like that. I wouldn’t be a very good protestor if I left a damsel in distress now would I?”

“Well, of course we are! We fight for those in need, have a strong set of morals, and take down bad guys when we can.”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

They share a laugh as they continue to march forward, comfortable despite the angry yelling all around them (Lena doesn’t bring up getting out again. She thinks she can handle a couple more minutes. They couldn’t be marching that far, right?).

“Oh, what’s this protest about anyways?” Lena asks after another few minutes have passed with the woman joining in the chants every now and then.

“Oh! You don’t—okay, so, like, how much Philippine history do you know?”

“Little to none.” She answers honestly. She’s read one textbook and a half to prepare herself for the move and that was about it.

“Right, okay, so, we're protesting Marcos's burial in, uh, the National Cemetery for Heroes. Normally, that’s the cemetery for, like, military veterans and national heroes and such, but Marcos—yeesh. He’s like, a Grade-A dickhead. Ever heard of Ferdinand Marcos?”

Lena shakes her head—no. At least, not that she remembers. The name sounds familiar, at least.

“Ferdinand Marcos is the country's ex-president that declared martial law, plundered the country into horrible debt that’s still being paid off today, and then was banned from ever returning to the country."

“Yikes.”

“Big yikes. But the new president is friends with the Marcos family—who also did a ton of shit stuff, especially the wife—and so he’s the one who declared that the ex-dictator be buried in Libingan ng mga Bayani.”

Lena was captivated by the way the woman spoke—passionate but casual and warm. She knew so much about the country despite looking a lot more like Lena did than the people she was protesting with, and yet she spoke with such a faint accent that Lena wondered if she grew up here. Wondered if the passion she had came from personal experience. Wondered about her past. Wondered if she could fit into the woman’s future.

A square shadow hanging over her head interrupts her thoughts, and Lena looks up to see the woman holding her protest sign over her head.

The woman simply smiles and shrugs. “For the heat.”

They continue to march on with the crowd for a few more minutes, the woman explaining a few of the chants being shouted and some of the organizations part of the protest. Lena learns that the woman is from the University of the Philippines—all the way in Quezon City. She learns that the woman is a journalism major and was technically attending the protest with some classmates, teachers, and friends. Lena learns that she grew up in California but that her parents used to work in the Philippines before she was born. Lena also learns that she’s been studying in the Philippines since she was in high school. But in the moment, the most important thing Lena learns is that the woman’s been marching for more than forty minutes and that the march is heading towards EDSA station to take a bus into Taguig City.

The woman explains, “It’s around a 40 minute walk.”

"Fuck,” Lena mutters, realizing she’s fucked herself into a corner all because she got distracted by a pretty girl.

“You okay?” the woman asks.

“I don’t think I can walk another 40 minutes.”

“Oh! Oh, right! I’m so sorry,” the woman apologizes, wrapping a strong arm around Lena’s waist and pulling her through the crowd to the other side. “I forgot that’s what you first asked me. I’m so sorry, really. I got dis—anyways! Do you need me to book a Grab?”

Lena blinks at the way a strong, sturdy arm had enveloped her one second and was gone in the next. She doesn’t really understand what just happened. But she isn’t opposed to it happening again.

“At-Miss?” Lena shakes her head, trying to get her bearings. “Ma’am are you okay?”

“Lena,” she finally breathes out after a long, slow minute. “My name’s just Lena.”

“Lena,” the woman repeats, her soft voice somehow audible past the last few protesters at the end of the line. “I’m Kara.” The woman—Kara—lets the word soak in the air before asking, “Are you okay? I didn’t pull you around too hard, did I?”

She bites her tongue from saying anything inappropriate and shakes her head. She barely knows this woman. She can’t just go around flirting with every pretty blonde girl she meets. Even if they have the sweetest smile and biggest heart.

“Good,” Kara sighs, smile flitting back to her lips before she pulls out her phone. “Let me book you a Grab. What address do I put?”

“Oh, no, it’s okay. I can book one for myself.”

“No, let me! I’m the one who forgot to help you even if it was the first thing you asked me for.”

“Kara.” Lena can’t help but smile—the name tastes sweet on her lips. “It’s fine, really. You’ve been kind enough to give me shade and keep me from getting crushed by all the protestors.”

“But—”

“Nope! No buts.” Lena pulls out her phone and makes a couple swipes and taps. “There, see? Grab booked.”

Kara puts down her phone with a roll of her eyes, a smile still quirking her lips despite the dramatic huff she just let out. “Alright, alright. But I’m staying with you until your ride arrives!”

Lena agrees, because she doesn’t actually want this day to end just yet despite knowing that she’ll be redder than a lobster for the next couple days. Spending this time with Kara was worth it.

They sit on a parking curb under the tiny shade of Kara’s protest sign and talk about anything and everything. Lena’s degrees, Kara’s sister, Lena’s latest engineering project, Kara’s last news report, and on and on they go until Lena’s ride arrives with a shrill phone call.

Lena pulls out her phone to see the driver calling and she answers just to hear the driver say the usual “nandito na ako ma’am.”

She stands and sees the orange Toyota Vios waiting by the side of the road. She waves at the driver to let her know she sees him before turning to Kara and ending the call.

“I have to go,” Lena sighs, hitching her bag strap higher on her shoulder. “It was really nice to meet you, Kara. Thanks being my protestor in sweaty jeans.”

She’s teasing, but she means it as well. Definitely worth the sunburn she’s pretty sure she has.

“It was my pleasure, Lena.” Kara ducks her head, smile wide as she shrugs.

“I hope this isn’t the last time we meet,” Lena adds, already backing away towards the tiny sedan, knowing the driver can’t wait forever.

Kara looks like she wants to follow her. “I hope not either.”

And then Lena gets into the car, focus divided between the driver’s questions and Kara’s puppy-like stare.

With a sigh, Lena leans back in her seat and closes her eyes. She’ll just have to find an excuse to text Kara something one of these days so she could see her again. Yeah, that was a good plan. A solid plan.

Except.

Except, as Lena drove closer to her apartment and further from Kara, she realized she forgot to ask for one important thing.

Kara’s number.

Well, fuck.

She’s going to need a Plan B.

Translations (roughly done by me):

ngiti mo'y 'di ko na makalimutan - Your smile is something I’ll never forget again

Makibaka! Huwag matakot! - a common political chant used during protests. “Makibaka” means to get ready to fight or stand together to fight. In a number of instances it can also just mean “fight.” “Huwag matakot” means don’t be afraid/scared.

Marcos! Duterte! Diktador! Tuta! - another political chant that was originally “Marcos! Hitler! Diktador! Tuta!” in which ferdinand marcos was compared to hitler, a dictator (hence diktador) and also calling him a “pet” of the USA (tuta means puppy). In this new protest chant (which is real), Duterte replaces hitler to show that he’s just as much of a fascist dictator as the president he wants to bury in the national heroes cemetery.

Tao po - it’s what we say instead of “excuse me.” Although a direct translation would be “i’m a person” or “is there a person/human there?” (used to be asked/said to ensure that when you visit someone’s house or when someone’s visiting, the person who answers is actually human instead of a folk creature (i will not go into detail on that bc i’m a city kid so those stories were rare to me))

Libingan ng mga Bayani - National Cemetery for Heroes

Grab - Uber but not (uber used to exist here but I can’t remember if grab bought them out or they just decided to leave SEA???)

nandito na ako ma’am - I’m here ma’am/I’m here already ma’am

#cw supergirl #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #my writing #queer bread writes #supercorp fanfic #supercorp fic #i consider this fic super rough and when i post it on ao3 it might look really #REALLY different #anyways enjoyyy!!#this is my bd treat to myself lol

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dunnswrld · 2 years

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thinking ab bam with the scary girl of the music industry. like very mildly unhinged rockstar gf who will openly call out government officials by name if she disagrees with them, not afraid to scream at invasive paparazzi, but adored by her following because of it

AGH!

scary metal head reader who wasn’t scared to tell anyone off no matter what. always stood her ground and refused to even be slightly disrespected or walked on. even more so for the people she loved.

she would yell at paparazzi for being creepy as she called it and following her around or annoyed about how the flashes bothered her and how they all should, “get fucking lives instead of following me around.”

she would yell at mangers for thinking they got to control her every move. letting them know they work for her, not the other way around.

she would even call out politicians, not giving a damn about any government related thing. if she didn’t like what someone in the office was doing it was known.

“yeah and that dumbass president sitting in the white house doing absolutely nothing about the problems going on in this country can kiss my metal-loving-ass.”

she just did not care about the thoughts or opinions of people she didn’t know nor want to know.

which is why bam loved her so damn much.

bam loved when she got to come along with him for any press related things he had to do because he was just so proud he was dating you.

you were just a badass metal girl and he would absolutely eat it up.

an interviewer makes a rude comment? you’re quick to put them in their place.

“There has been a lot of talk recently about how people think Yn is out of your league Bam.. What do you have to say about that?”

“Oh. Well-“

“Hold on- who the hell asks someones partner that? Is this some prank or something? Cause if it isnt I’m about to hop over this barricade and shove that mic up your ass.”

yeah. bam gets so worked up over that.

he loves how mean you are to everyone but him, you treat him so well and he loves it. he was your soft spot and you were his.

it wasn’t often people saw you not flipping off cameras or using foul language but when you were with bam and no one was there to piss you off you were completely soft

kissing him, hugging him, playing with his hair, blushing, holding hands it was almost odd to see you like that.

it was even weirder when you acted soft while on camera and people got to see it. cause if someone were to ask if they knew you it was often, “Yn? Like, that scary metal head girl?”

but it only made bam more cocky when he was able to say he made the meanest and most badass girl in all of metal soft for him.

#bam margera #jackass #bam margera imagines #bam margera oneshot #bam margera imagine #bam margera fanfic #bam margera x reader #jackass imagine #jackass fic #jackass one shot #jackass x reader #jackass fanfic #jackass forever

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 1 year

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hello everyone, annoying spaniard here!!! these last few days i've been stressing over assignments so i didn't have time or will to post one of these, but i'm back and this post is gonna be a bit longer so yay!

if you don't know what i'm doing, i'm just playing pokemon scarlet and violet and commenting on any references to my culture i come across :) here's my previous post btw

let's start with porto marinado's marketplace!! markets are big in spain, they can be found all throughout the country and i feel there's not a single market that served as inspiration for the paldean one, below i'll just add the ones i know the most / the most representative ones: the la cebada and san miguel markets in madrid, the la boquería market in barcelona, and the central market in valència

staying on this topic, i also really like kofu as a gym leader and specifically as a chef! as you could already imagine by looking at paldea, food is incredibly important in spain, it is part of our cultural identity and it plays a huge part in almost every aspect of daily life. there's 283 michelin stars in the country, and spanish chefs have won the title of best chefs in the world on numerous occasions. cooking shows are very popular, and in most of them there's always a section where the chef goes to the market to get fresh produce, just like kofu does! his personality reminds me a lot of famous tv chef karlos arguiñano, while his design is more similar to chef josé andrés, an incredible human being who's done a lot of humanitarian aid around the world and who recently got awarded with a honorific plaque in kyiv by ukrainian president zelensky as well as with the order of honor.

i've already commented on this but i hadn't seen the actual postal office building until now; the colour of mail service here is yellow, just like in the games :)

i found a new restaurant which means new food yay!!!

the first dish is just pintxos, similar to tapas but make them basque, and that area is really big on fish and seafood so it makes sense than their pokemon counterpart also has them!

even if arroz con leche is usually associated with argentina, it actually originated in spain and it is a traditional dessert still handmade in rural areas and widely consumed all over the country

ceviche is peruvian!

the fourth dish is probably a reference to espetos

the fifth is just pasta lol

even though levincia is 100% inspired in valència, both because of its location and its modern / technological look (also its name), the business area looks like it took inspiration on the cuatro torres business area and the AZCA district in madrid, the heart of business stuff in the country.

(btw the four towers in the pic are now five so much closer to their pokémon counterparts)

also as a quick note i find very funny the fact that the largest company in paldea seems to be a construction one, as the 2008 spanish economic crisis started (among other factors) due to the high speculation within that sector lol

i also find iono a hilarious concept for a paldean gym leader cause streamers are actually very popular in spain, i would say most young people (including myself) follow at least one streamer, and just looking at the top streamers list for november 2022, i'm counting 4 spanish streamers in the top 50 of the world. spanish youtubers are pretty high in the hispanic twitch community and for what i've seen on the internet recently younger latines are beginning to associate spain with twitch and streamers which lol. and of course, i cannot talk about spanish streamers without talking about ibai llanos, probably the most influential person to young people right now in the country (and a pretty good influence that is); he has the 4th most-followed twitch channel in the world, he's won the streamer of the year award in 2020 and 2021, held many irl events that have broken twitch view records, and has managed to rival mainstream television. in fact, spanish television seems to hold an absurd grudge against streamers and sees them as direct competitors, it's all very bizarre and makes all of iono's thing even funnier.

also - and i realise this is only a thing that happens in the spanish version of the game but it brought me immense joy and i wanted to share it with you - all of iono's lines and in general all of her gym was full of references to twitter memes and basically internet slang, it was both delightful and painful. here are some of my favorites:

she would say 'hacer la combatición' ('do the fightation') instead of 'combatir' ('fight'), and this is a reference to twitter slang; instead of saying 'morir' ('die') people would just type 'hacer la morición' ('do the diation'). it's just a funny and nonsensical way of saying it, that's it. also i've said this irl so it's one of those expressions capable of jumping outside of the internet into everyday vocabulary

at one point she calls you 'monstro/a' ('monster'), which is an expression the singer and celebrity rosario flores uses during the the voice auditions (she's a coach there) a lot, to the point it became a meme.

this one made me holler because it is one of my favourite expressions and one i use all the time... anyways when you defeat this trainer (i believe he's the first one?) he says 'emosido ganados' ('we have been beaten'). the correct way of writing that phrase is 'hemos sido ganados', and it is a reference to this graffitti which has become a staple in the twitter reaction meme repertoire ('emosido engañado' reads 'we have been fooled', the correct way of writing it is 'hemos sido engañados'). i unfortunately also say this one irl from time to time rip me

and that's all for this post!! i hope you liked it!

here's next post :)

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #pokemon spoilers #pokemon sv spoilers #i am still not over iono and everything she represents cause lol #it's most likely not intentional but still... lol #i think i went a bit over the rails with this post so... i'm sorry? you're welcome? idk

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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The Duke of Saxon Shore

Chapter 2

Gif by @thesoldiersminute

“My mum said my dad had married an Indian princess and that’s why he couldn’t be with us.” He tells her quietly.

As if he were a little embarrassed by holding such an idea of her at his age. The boy was nineteen. Technically a man, but still a boy.

His mother had as much imagination as Eva and Tommy did. A creative soul constrained by circumstances who wove quite the fairytale for her boy.

She would’ve liked to meet her.

They are in the library, and she leads him to the large spinning globe they kept. It had little metal push pins on the places they have been to.

The strange flower push pins were Eva’s. The simple gold ones were Tommy’s.

The ones where the whole family had gone on holiday were silver arrows.

“Not technically wrong, but first things first, I do not like the word Indian because my ancestors are Indigenous people of Mexico not India.” Eva spins the globe showing the difference between Mexico and India.

“My grandmother was the child of two half Aztec people with dads who happened to be nobles of Spanish blood.” She guides Duke’s finger between Mexico City to Spain.

Eva would’ve said Nahua people, but few people outside of Mexico knew that Aztec was not the proper term of them. That would come later once he got basic history down.

“Her grandmother, Lidia Chapul, was an Aztec witch doctor who fucked the first President of Mexico, Agustin Iturbide, and married her to his cousin to hide her shame. Agustin Iturbide then declared himself Emperor which angered everyone who fought to remove themselves from Spanish rule and was killed three years after.

Her son, my great grandfather, also named Agustin, married the half Aztec bastard daughter of a Spanish noble, Leonor, who is a descendant of the last Aztec Emperor, Moctezuma. So, through my grandmother, I have royal blood.”

Eva liked that she didn’t need to sanitize it for a child. Could swear and be honest about it. Her children only knew that they were related to the remaining Iturbide Family because they were cousins.

“And your grandfather? Was he a rich Mexican like your grandmother?” Duke asked, he liked history, admitted to Tommy that he enjoyed learning about all of it. He didn’t like reading that much, more of a visual learner.

“My grandfather, Patrick Riley, was born in Ireland.” This he can point to himself, but she moves his finger slightly to where Clifden is.

He was a quick learner, when he applied himself. He didn’t like math, liked reading and history, but he lives geography best.

Wants to travel and after realizing there is a world outside of England, he won’t ever stop.

“Immigrated to America with his uncle, John Riley, during the Famine.” She says and Duke moves the Globe back to the Americas. “His parents died when he was four and the priest of his parish sent him to his uncle when he turned five.”

“And when the United States declared war on Mexico, they joined the war on Mexico’s side.” Eva finished. “His uncle ,John Riley,brought him to Mexico where they were hailed as heroes for not daring to raise their weapons on fellow Catholics.”

“There he met your grandmother and had your mother.” He concludes.

“Yes, and some years later, my dad, Henry Smith left England to try his luck in Mexico and married my mother, Isabel.” she finished the condensed version of her family history. The unabridged version needed several history lessons on the subject of Mexico’s wars, presidents and France.

“Diane told me about your country and how your family owns big boats that are like houses on water.” The young man said. “Said its very beautiful, like paradise on earth. I want to see it someday.”

“And we will take you next time we go. We like traveling, your aunt, Ada, lives in America with her husband, Benjamin. Most of my family lives there too because of some problems we had in our home country.” She points to the push pins all over the United States.

Duke doesn’t ask about specifics and she’s grateful. He’s still doesn’t know enough about the world to understand things like a dictatorship, endless wars and politics.

He may consider himself worldly, but they belonged to two very different worlds.

Just a boy who killed the man who refused to save his mother.

“Traveling by sea can be quite fun, even when you have sea sickness.” She suggests. “Even get your own set of pins for the globe.”

“I doubt my dad will like the world knowing he’s got a bastard.” The young man scoffed.

“Please, if your dad cared about what people think he wouldn’t have married me.” While Eva was rich and matched him in terms of ambition, she was still a Mexican girl with skin too brown for some people’s tastes. “Might even make him look better to his base.” Eva muttered.

“Did you say something?” he asked defensively.

“Said, that no one would be stupid enough to tell him to his face, anyways. Once we have long enough holiday or Tommy gets diplomatic mission to Mexico, you’ll be coming with us.”

Speaking of the devil, Tommy comes in, glad to see that his wife and son are getting along famously. “And where are we taking Duke?” he gave her a quick peck on the lips in greeting and helped himself to his whiskey.

Tommy only drank on days that had gone terribly; Eva wasn’t the only one wishing they could just leave again.

“Mexico, next time we go. Diane told him about it.” Eva answered with a happy smile.

“Who knows, you might take a page out of your dear old dad’s book and find yourself a nice Mexican girl to make an honest man out of you, Erasmus. God knows your stepmother has plenty of kin for you to choose from.” Tommy joked earning a playful smack by his wife.

“Uncle Jack tried to suggest an arranged match again?” she asked her husband.

They were the same age and had hit it off. While the family was already tied by marriage it didn’t hurt to have one daughter married to a Riley and the other to a Shelby.

It had been made worse because Eva saw Eunice and Duke tying the knot and made the mistake of telling her aunt.

“First time we met; my uncle had every intention of getting us married for business purposes. Now he’s trying to do the same to you and Eunice.” Eva explained to Duke who blushed.

“Don’t let Jack know you like his little girl, he’ll be measuring you for a wedding suit and we won’t be able to save you.” Tommy gave his son a rather paternal slap on the back and the boy didn’t flinch.

If only Tommy could have it as easy as it was for Eva to bond with Duke.

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Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. Here’s a little something inspired by the last few days at the State Visit. Hope you all enjoy.

He loves a State Visit. He’s not too proud, too vain, or, inversely, too humble to admit it. He loves the opportunity they bring to forge deeper alliances, further shared goals and objectives, foster new ideas and connections. He loves the people he gets to meet, the places he gets to see, and (most of the time) the food he gets to eat.

But what he loves most is the way everything that is in honor of him is in honor of Brigitte too - always together, always a unit, even here, especially here. (He feels a small pang of regret in the moments he sees the programs with “First Lady” or “Second Gentleman” printed on them and only a “Mrs.” before her name that he wasn’t ever able to get her an official title, even if he knows she doesn’t mind, never really was comfortable with that title anyway. He wants her to have that title, to have that nominal respect in light of everything she does for the country, for him.)

He knows some people think he only ran the first time to legitimize his marriage, to force the world over to validate this relationship. He’s not even sure what that is supposed to mean, if he’s honest. His ring is (often) on her finger (and hers are certainly on his), she carries his name, and they share a home, a life, a soul - what else do they need? Especially from the eyes of so many who have always been so quick to judge them, so quick to mock them.

But it’s on trips like this when he realizes in a lot of ways just how far they’ve come from those dark early days - watching the President of the United States joke with his wife on the balcony of the White House, his hand firmly on her back as she leans over him to hear the other president better; smiling at her with uncontrollable pride as the Secretary of State praises her for the work she has done to assist the children of Ukraine; holding her hand at the embassy in front of the whole crowd they’ve gathered, forcing her just a little bit out of her comfort zone - well to paraphrase Dorthy in that classic American film, they’re not in Amiens anymore.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks, sliding up behind him as he’s finishing his bow tie on his outfit for the state dinner tonight, slipping her arms around his waist her head, gently appearing in the mirror as she rests her chin on his shoulder, trying to be very careful not to ruin her hair.

"How much I love you. How meaningless all this would be without you. How much I need you. How beautiful you looked in each and every one of the magnificent eight outfits you’ve warn so far. How proud I am of you,” he replied, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror as he puts the finishing touches on his outfit.

"Oh, mon cœur," she breathed in a quiet whisper, desperate to avoid crying and ruining her make up this close to their departure time. "I love you too. I love you so very, very much. And I’m so proud of you. All these things that have been said about your leadership, your intelligence, your good, good heart? I feel so privileged to have a front row seat as they all see you as I have always seen you - my beautiful, brilliant, kind, powerful, charming man."

"I am only those things they say about me because you are at my side, every step of the way, making me a better president, a better leader, a better man."

“Monsieur, Madame,” and aide gently knocked at the doorframe. “It’s time to go.”

Holding out his hand to his wife a with “Ready, Beautiful?” still a little mesmerized by his wife glowing in that white dress, with a slit that he knows is going to drive him mad tonight each time he catches a short glimpse of her gorgeous legs.

Blushing, she took his hand, squeezing it gently with her reply, “with you? Always and forever.”

Hellooooo fanfic Anon #2!❤️

Omg! But just how perfectly this piece fits in the moment!!! I want to scream incomprehensible things in complete admiration 🤤😍

Me reading every detail and thinking “oh I saw this photo” “oh I know from where this part with Blinken comes from” etc hahaha so great! 😍

And yes, that slit and the tight dress will most definitely getting him distracted through out the night... but don’t worry Manu, she’s coming home with you later 😏🔥

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2!❤️❤️❤️

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Dumbest Thing I've Ever Heard: 8/3/2023

Fifth place: Twitter user @eyeskewer

This is a little older than the stuff I normally cover on this blog, but I feel like this is worth highlighting as it perfectly shows my issue when many who make conspiratorial claims about transgender medical care:

my "informed consent" was my doctor I had just met handing me papers telling me my voice would drop soon, I could freeze my eggs, I might get acne, and whatever else. I probably didn't even hear everything she said, I just told her I wanted the shot. so I got it. I just turned 18

So you were told you wanted something medical done to you, were told about the risks and consequences, and then got it. I really don't see what the big deal is here.

Fourth Place: Marco Rubio

Elon Musk's time as CEO of Twitter has been far from perfect, but easily the best addition he has made is the community notes feature. For just one example, here is a Tweet from Marco Rubio:

Also, those claims about the 2016 Presidential Election were never proven to be fake--just wanted to add that real quick.

Third Place: Scott Lively

The deranged homophobe who wrote an entire book blaming the Nazis on homosexuality wrote a column a couple of days back with the headline "Leftist lawfare and the abuse of power." A decent chunk of it is spent defending Russian President Vladimir Putin, but here are some highlights:

In all my years of watching corporate U.S. news about Russia and Putin, I have never seen a single counter-argument ever being offered in defense of President Putin (coverage of him is even worse than that of Trump). It's been more than a decade since Obama restarted the Cold War to punish the Russians for banning "gay" propaganda to children, when every story began to paint him as a "brutal monster" – to the point that even many conservatives (who have zero reason to trust that same media on anything) seem to agree.

The hatred of Putin on an international scale has nothing to do with the anti-homosexuality laws he has put in place while President of Russia--although, don't get me wrong, that didn't help matters, but several countries with anti-homosexuality laws are still seen in a positive light by the international community (wrongfully so, in my opinion). It was more his imperial ambitions--starting with his invasion of Georgia in 2008--that caused the international community to move away from him.

Second Place: Abby Johnson

I've mostly been ignoring the story about a handful of far-right Christians refusing to support the fringe Presidential candidate Vivek Ramaswamy because of his Hinduism, however given Abby Johnson was sold to us a few years back as a a reasonable anti-abortion activist--an oxymoron if I've ever heard one. And she has decided to take a stance against a Hindu President, saying:

Do not be a victim of Satan’s confusion right now. This is an important time for us to have clarity of mind as we are going into an election cycle. So please discern. Please use discernment right now because God hates those who are willing to put up idols over him, and he will not be mocked.

All I wish to say is that if you really want a President that's a dedicated Christian--can I recommend you a guy named Joe Biden? Oh who am I kidding, if Ramaswamy does get the nomination it's going to be just like when Billy Graham took Mormonism off his list of cults so he and his followers could vote for Mitt Romney in 2012.

Winner: Ben Shapiro

This man, considered by many to be serious political commentator, does not know the difference between eating and drinking:

[Trump] would face a whopping 641 years in prison. Which I assume means he would not survive prison. Although he is 70% preservatives at this point because he eats so much McDonalds and Diet Coke.

He eats Diet Coke? Ben, do you know how Diet Coke works?

Ben Shapiro you've said the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

#eyeskewer #marco rubio #scott lively #abby johnson #ben shapiro

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listing the villain’s plot of every bond movie to prove to myself I can still remember things (and also kind of reviewing some of the movies too I guess)

Dr. No - An Englishman trying really really hard to act Chinese uses nuclear power to topple American missiles, which will lead to WW3... somehow

From Russia With Love - SPECTRE attempts to discredit Bond by framing him for a passion-motivated murder-suicide of a young Russian cryptographer, while also swiping the Russian Lektor decoding machine from under the noses of both the Russians and the English

Goldfinger - Auric Goldfinger attempts to detonate a nuclear device inside Fort Knox to make all the gold in it lethally radioactive for thousands of years, which will drive up the price of his own gold. This plan somehow makes more sense than any of the others

Thunderball - Ah, the classic. SPECTRE sends Eyepatch McGee to swipe a few nuclear warheads from the Americans(?), and then attempts to hold the world to ransom for several hundred million dollars, threatening a series of devastating nuclear attacks otherwise. Austin Powers ripped this one off

You Only Live Twice - SPECTRE kidnap Russian and American astronauts in space with a spacecraft that can eat other spacecrafts, in an attempt to goad them into nuclear war (again). The resulting war will result in devastation and allow SPECTRE’s client to become a new world power (I forget if it was stated to be the Japanese or the Chinese)

On Her Majesty’s Secret Service - SPECTRE leader Ernst Stavro Blofeld, now played by a better actor (sorry Donald Pleasance), takes on a new identity as a Count in the Swiss Alps. It is weirdly very important to him that he become a count, legally, for some reason. Then he plans to brainwash young heiresses to grain fortunes so that they can act as sleeper agents to spread a super-virus that will cause worldwide food shortages and kill millions of people in famines. I forget who this benefits and suspect between this and the “becoming a Count” thing Blofeld is just riffing at this point after losing so many times. This all sounds ridiculous but it is one of my favorite Bond films ever, no matter what other people say about it

Diamonds Are Forever - Ernst Stavro Blofeld and the tattered remnants of SPECTRE attempt to acquire diamonds from the very real diamond black market for... something, possibly a laser. All the diamond smuggling scenes in this film are really genuinely interesting and the best part of the movie. At the same time, Blofeld has several henchmen go through plastic surgery to become body doubles for him - it’s unclear which is the “real” Blofeld and it’s never elaborated on, so my headcanon is that the one that dies in the opening was the real one and the rest of the movie is shit because the body doubles have no idea how to actually run SPECTRE

Live and Let Die - Dr. Kananga, the president of a country that is definitely not Haiti, who is also the Harlem drug kingpin Mr. Big, wants to use the power of voodoo to become immortal? I’m gonna be real I can’t remember much about this movie, except for the fact that it’s James Bond doing blaxploitation tropes and introducing annoying side characters. I do not like Sheriff JD Pepper and I have no idea why they brought him back in the next movie

The Man With the Golden Gun - Francisco Scaramanga, the best marksman in the world and world-renowned assassin who kills people with a golden gun that shoots golden bullets (nevermind how such a thing would not work at all given how malleable gold is) decides it would be really cool to kill James Bond in a gunfight, because of his near-legendary status. (Quick side-note: how is James Bond even a secret agent at this point? If every villain knows his actual real name you’d think there would be way more threats made on his life) At the same time, Scaramanga becomes the CEO of a solar energy company and builds a laser that harnesses the power of the sun for... reasons. A lot of people hate this one too but I love it because it is stupid, and the main villain is so jovial and given such a great personality thanks to Christopher Lee’s show-stopping performance.

The Spy Who Loved Me - Evil German Dolphin-Fucker builds a giant floating city and attempts to cause nuclear war between Russia and the NATO powers so that he can be like a new Noah and rule the new world after the bombs fall. This movie is somehow really excellent despite this cartoonishly evil plot and villain

Moonraker - Evil British Rocket-Fucker builds a giant floating city IN SPACE and attempts to literally murder the entire population of Earth using cyanide-dispersing robots so that he can be like a new Noah and rule the world after fucking murdering everyone himself. This movie is somehow really excellent despite this cartoonishly evil plot and villain. also it ends with a Star Wars fight scene complete with comically inaccurate henchmen and lasers galore

For Your Eyes Only - Greek Stereotype Drug Dealer tries to sell a decoder device to the Soviet Union, which isn’t explicitly stated to be a Lektor but which I think would kinda be neat if it was. This movie is realistic but somehow still really fun, and it involves a car chase with a yellow fiat 500 so. y’know. I gotta like it. Also Blofeld dies in the first 10 minutes by being dropped down a chimney from a helicopter by Bond

Octopussy - An Englishman trying really really hard to act Indian tries to smuggle artifacts on the black market to sell to Russia using the circus. He is also a prince because of course he is

A View to a Kill - Blonde Christopher Walken plans to blow up the Bay Area to flood Silicon Valley so that his microchips will greatly increase in value. Throughout the movie Walken does some of the strangest and funniest face-acting I’ve ever seen. This movie has both some of my favorite and least-favorite moments of the series, and Roger Moore really really looks his age here, as it is his final film

The Living Daylights - I’m going to be very up-front here and say that I love this movie. “Colonel” Brad Whitaker, an arms dealer who LARPs as an American army guy and is obsessed with war to a hilarious degree (his mansion is filled with antique guns and model-sets of famous battles), tries to kill the Mujahideen rebels to Soviet occupation in Afghanistan. At the same time, a defected Soviet general who is the most pathetic man alive works with him to smuggle drugs to fund this operation. My only complaint is that Whitaker is only onscreen for about 10 minutes, with most of the villainy coming from Whiny Russian Defector General, despite the fact that the former is one of the best villains in the series

A View to A Kill - Franz Sanchez, a Colombian drug kingpin, literally just wants to keep doing his thing of trafficking drugs. Bond chooses to hunt him down and murder him after he has his CIA BFF Felix Leiter nearly killed by sharks in an attack that costs him his legs and also killed his newlywed wife. This movie is ridiculously violent - a man’s head graphically explodes when he’s placed in a hyperbaric chamber and then decompressed, there’s the aforementioned shark scene, and Benicio del Toro is thrown into a cocaine grinder. I love this movie

Goldeneye - Sean Bean tries to use the Goldeneye EMP weapon to get revenge on England for existing. I don’t blame him really. this is a fun movie but I don’t really think it’s one of the best, although I do like Alan Cumming as the nerd henchman

Tomorrow Never Dies - Jonathan Pryce plays Rupert Murdoch, a man who wants to trick China and Britain into going to war by attacking their warships in disputed territory with an unmanned sea drill robot. Why does he want to do this? So that he can make money by having his media network report on it. alright (also quick note but Pryce gives a fantastic performance as a comically egocentric and maniacal villain, to the point where he literally has the same personality as when he played The Master in the Doctor Who comedy special with Rowan Atkinson)

The World is Not Enough - “Anarchist” terrorist Renard (nice mononym jackass) tries to blow up the world for poorly described reasons. Throughout the movie he feels no pain because of a bullet that is “slowly working its way through his skull” after an MI6 agent shot him in the head. not only is that not how bullets work (it would stop moving after it got lodged in his head) but if the bullet was really stopping him from feeling pain it would probably also have taken a lot of nerve and muscle function with it too, so if we’re really going for realism he should be paralyzed and in a wheelchair speaking through a computer instead of running around and doing elaborate fight scenes

Die Another Day - Colonel Moon, the son of the North Korean dictator, uses “gene therapy” to turn himself white and English so that he can steal conflict diamonds and turn them into a laser that harnesses the power of the sun, a weirdly specific plot that I’ve definitely never heard before. At some point he also gets video game-style power armor, and fights Bond in a crashing airplane. this movie is absolutely bonkers from the outset and it’s so stupid it wraps around and becomes enjoyable again

Casino Royale - Hannibal Lecter plays poker at the titular Casino Royale to fund his crippling addiction to losing. After losing, he gets fucking domed by some random guy. 10/10 movie

Quantum of Solace - Average Frenchman tries to steal water so that people don’t resent its absence. somehow he goes toe-to-toe with Bond in their final fight despite weighing about 100 pounds and being at least a foot shorter than him

Skyfall - A gay hacker attempts to seduce Bond to kill their adopted mom. Bond penetrates him instead

Spectre - Ernst Stavro Blofeld is now James Bond’s adopted brother, and also the Joker. He attempts to seize control of MI6... somehow... using his lackey James Moriarty. This movie is bad.

No Time To Die - Mr. Robot plans to murder all of SPECTRE as revenge for killing his family, using a virus that’s really nanomachines that can target specific individuals and their families’ DNA. He has no reason to hate Bond specifically but does anyway, going so far as to infect him with the virus for shits and giggles just so that he can’t be with his daughter and her mom. This movie’s plot is kinda dumb but the script is actually weirdly good, and the action and cinematography may be the best of the Craig era, second only to Skyfall. Also (spoilers) bond dies at the end but the credits say he’ll be back so. oop

#clio speaks #long post #james bond #007 #why did I spend an hour writing this when I have so much work I need to do lol

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Richmond City Guide

When you have children that move all over the place, you get to discover new cities and fall in love with them! Our daughter Rebecca, got married recently and moved from Boston to Richmond, Virginia and we have absolutely loved getting to know Richmond! It’s a charming Southern city that’s just the right size at only about 59 square miles!

There is so much to explore in Richmond from an amazing food scene to some of the best shopping and cultural activities and be sure to take a drive down Monument Avenue which has been called the most beautiful streets in Richmond!! My daughter, Rebecca, helped me write this post and has visited most of the places included so you’re getting great first hand advice. The last time we were there, we ate dinner at Alewife, had wine and cheese at Jardin (both were fabulous) and Can Can Brasserie has been a longtime favorite! My best recommendation for Richmond…go hungry!

“Richmond, the capital of Virginia, is among America’s oldest major cities. Patrick Henry, a U.S. Founding Father, famously declared “Give me liberty or give me death” at its St. John's Church in 1775, leading to the Revolutionary War. The White House of the Confederacy, home of Confederate President Jefferson Davis during the Civil War, is now a museum in Court End, a neighborhood known for Federal-style mansions” ~ Google

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The Jefferson Hotel

Listed on the National Register of Historic Places, The Jefferson Hotel is among the most historic travel destinations in the country. This beautiful and grand hotel in the heart of Richmond is the epitome of southern hospitality. The architecture is stunning, the rooms are spacious and warm with a residential feel, and the staff is kind and helpful with any need you may have. This is the place to stay if you are looking for a luxury experience!

If you are staying over the weekend, be sure to check out the champagne brunch buffet! Reservations go quickly so you’ll need to plan in advance but it’s well worth it!

The Quirk Hotel Richmond

Designed and built in 1916 by Starrett & van Vleck, this beautiful and historic building was once the home of an upscale department store. Beginning as the Quirk Gallery in 2005, owners Katie and Ted Ukrop wanted to channel Virginia's creative energy into a hub for local and regional artists. In 2015 the gallery owners expanded their vision into the Quick Hotel which has excellently preserved the architectural history of the space. The gallery is still there and and is accessible through the lobby.

The interior is designed with shades of pink and a quirky feel (hence the name) but offers an elevated stay and a playful and charming environment for locals and guests alike!

The lobby bar is charming with great cocktails and delicious food. They also have a lovely rooftop bar, open in the warmer months and live music most nights in the lobby. I highly recommend checking out this spot even if it's just for an afternoon cocktail or a coffee before a day of exploring!

Note: They let you bring your fur babies if you can’t bare to leave them at home!

The Boulevard Inn

If you are looking for a more intimate neighborhood stay, The Boulevard Inn is the perfect spot. This charming B&B in the beautiful fan district is a lovely destination for a weekend getaway. The bed and breakfast is in a historical townhome built in 1914. The inn is owned by Mitch and Roni who had worked in hospitality for many years. They designed this beautiful space that pays homage to the history of the home but offers a comfortable and luxurious experience. Be sure to book in advance, with limited rooms and one of the few desirable stays in the fan neighborhood, availability goes quickly!

Eat

Alewife

This Church Hill seafood spot may be Richmond's best-kept secret. It was named as a Southern Living Magazines “South’s Best New Restaurant'“ 2022! The space is bright and fun and the service is professional but relaxed. The food is excellent and the wine is delicious and interesting, a great place to try something you have never had. Be sure to check this one out on your next visit to Richmond!

Grisette

Right across the street from Alewife, this warm and cozy French-inspired restaurant serves traditional French dishes but with a southern twist. The menu at Grisette changes frequently and they often rotating glasses of wine from the bottle list! The cocktails are also delicious, this is a great spot or a meal or just for a drink! When we were there, we had a carrot salad that was absolutely delicious!

Stella’s

This romantic and charming rustic greek restaurant is arguably the best spot to eat in Richmond. Stella’s was named after Stella Kafantaris who was born in Greece in 1942, and emigrated to the United States after an arranged marriage. The restaurant in her namesake opened doors in 1983 and offers critically acclaimed greek cuisine and remains one of the most sought out spots in the city! Stella herself still works in the kitchen crafting her famed recipes for the many guests that visit. This is a popular spot so be sure to book far in advance!

If you can’t get in, visits Stella’s Grocery across the street. they offter gourmet Greek products, delicious prepared food and baked goods, beer, wine, and more!

The Roosevelt

Located in Church Hill, one of the oldest neighborhoods in Richmond, The Roosevelt celebrates southern food in an untraditional way. With menu items such as fried catfish, sweet tea collard greens and duck gumbo there is something for everyone and it's all delicious!

Garnett’s Cafe

This charming and nostalgic spot in the fan has great sandwiches, cakes, and pies! The restaurant is cute and cozy for dining in but they will also pack you a picnic basket if you want to take it to the park across the street or down to the James River. If you’re bougie on a budget they have a date night special for $33 that includes two menu items and a bottle of wine. You can’t beat that!

Edo’s Squid

With close tables and New York City vibes, this charming no-frills spot has the best Italian food in the fan. The food is excellently seasoned, the wine is great and the portions are huge! Be sure to check out this hidden gem near the VCU campus. Note - when you go up the stairs you may think you are in the wrong spot

Can Can Brasserie

This fun and authentic french bistro looks just like a cafe in Paris. Can Can Brasserie has a cozy inviting atmosphere with a great bar and serves delicious french classics for Lunch, dinner and Sunday brunch. The restaurant is large with plenty of seating for a group or the perfect cozy date spot. Located in the heart of Carytown, among great local shops, the is a great place to stop in for a glass of wine or a bite to eat. This is a great spot to stop in for a drink after shopping around town!

Perly's Restaurant & Deli

Perly’s - its yiddish for delicious! And delicious it is. This Jewish delicatessen serves traditional jewish food with a modern twist. I recommend going for brunch and if you like something sweet get the cinnamon babka french toast, its chefs kiss! The latkes are also amazing and you can never go wrong with a bagel.

Drink

The Jasper

One of the few cocktail bars in the city, The Jasper is a Richmond gem. Named after Jasper Crouch, an iconic early 19th-century Richmond bartender, this spot is serious about cocktails and they make some damn good ones! Featured in magazines such as Garden and Gun, and Southern Living, this is a spot you don’t want to miss! It’s first come first serve so I recommend arriving a little before 5 to be one of the first in!

Jardin

This charming patio wine bar is a wine shop/ bar for the people! They have an excellent selection of ever-changing wines that you can purchase to take home or grab a glass and a cheese board and enjoy on the patio! This is one of my favorite spots in Richmond and you can bring your dog!

The Lobby Bar

Located inside the Quirk hotel, The Lobby Bar is a great stop for a cocktail before dinner. With plenty of seating in a beautiful environment, you won’t have to wait to enjoy a beautifully crafted beverage or a glass of wine.

Blanchard’s Coffee

Serving locally roasted coffee in several locations around the city, Blanchard’s is a great spot to grab a cup of joe! One thing I love about Blanchards is their commitment to sustainability. They use only compostable cups and garbage liners and these are picked up to be composted. You can read more about Blanchard’s here!

Shop

Lineage

Our go-to spot for local gifts! Lineage features a curated collection of thoughtfully designed products for the home, apparel, apothecary goods, and unique gifts from some of their favorite makers and small brands.

Roan

This upscale boutique offers women apparel from high end luxury labels such as Veronica Beard, Nanuska, Golden Goose, and more! They also have a vintage collection with an excellent selection of preloved clothing and accessories. If you love fashion, don’t miss this spot! You’re sure to find something you can’t leave without.

Verdalina

Verdalina carries beautifully curated, sustainable clothing for women. Located just a block from the Quirk, this elegant shop focuses on small-batch clothing with attention to detail in renewable materials. They carry unique, high-end lines that represent designers who have deliberately separated from fast fashion and disposable clothes. You may find your new favorite label here and you’ll feel great knowing it was made responsibly!

The Someday Shop

Named after a “Someday” dream of the perfect shop, this lovely store offers a collection of small-batch goods, many of which are made by local artisans. From objects for the home to beautiful plants, this is a lovely spot to browse or take home a special piece for your home.

Emily Warden Designs

Emily Warden Designs is a local jeweler with handcrafted high-quality jewelry. They have stunning, unique pieces that will last for years!

Experience

Virginia Museum of Fine Arts

The FMFA is a great place to visit when in Richmond. Conveniently located in the fan and is free to the public! The permanent collection is extensive with the largest public collection of Fabergé and Russian decorative arts in an American museum. The museum grounds are also a lovely spot for a walk or a picnic on the lawn.

Brown’s Island River Trails - Browns Island

The James River runs right through downtown Richmond and the Brown’s Island River Trials follow its path. With beautiful walking trails, historical landmarks and a concert venue in the summer, this is an excellent way to take in the city!

The Byrd Theater

If you are looking for a way to spend an evening in Richmond the historical Byrd Theater is a great spot! Built in 1928, and celebrating 90+ years of exceptional cinematic experiences, the Byrd shows new and old movies all year long! It is particularly magical around the holidays, showing all the classics with a wonderful organ performance of traditional Christmas carols before the show. The perfect date night to get you in the Christmas spirit!

#Richmond City Guide #Travel Guide #Travel

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Do we really have to meet this guy?" Joe Biden demanded.

Rahm Emmanuel shrugged helplessly at him, giving him a sympathetic look, even as he piled the papers forcefully into Biden's hands. Papers that usually would be Obama's to have to suffer through, meetings and paperwork and far too many conversations on the phone.

He rubbed his eyes, closing the swollen lids briefly, tuning out to Rahm's words.

" Sorry." the Chief of Staff admitted. " But you know how busy the President is these days. Speaker Boehner's- uh, well-"

The Vice President raised an eyebrow at him. "… a dick?"

Rahm chuckled forcefully. " He's a piece of work, that man." Still, he looked remarkably upbeat for someone who Biden knew was as overworked as he was himself.

Biden tried to give out a weary grin of his own, but his muscles felt far too taught from the piles of work that had been piled upon him yesterday and the day before and today.

" Right." he said, rubbing his arm to work the cramps away from his bones. " Who's next on the list?"

Rahm checked the paper for him diligently.

" Uhh… Donald J. Trump." he gave a quick smile. Biden felt a sudden urge to rip it off his face." Should be easy."

The Vice President groaned.

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" Come right in, sir!" Rahm said cheerily as Trump walked in.

Biden heaved a private sigh as he turned to look at the grinning man, thick skin glowing almost orange with the tan, eyes crinkling with a smug smile.

They shook hands almost robotically, Biden trying his best to smile at the camera, even as his own mouth felt dry and numb.

The sooner we get this over with…

The good news, at least, was that Trump seemed to be having fun with the attention. Biden had never met the Don himself but hey, important guy with the Republicans' apparently, so it felt pretty important to at least get on decent relationships with him.

" Alright, alright!" he heard Rahm pipe up suddenly from beside him, the smiling man waving frantically as he ushered some of the press away. " That's enough! Sorry guys! Oh, John! John, Betty, could you please escort some of these guys-"

The noise churned into a hum in the back of Biden's brain. He stared thankfully at Rahm before turning to look at Trump again, who seemed to be waiting for him to start speaking.

" Right!" Biden said instantly, jumping into the conversation. His throat ached, and it felt like there were veins snapping from behind his eyes. " Donald J. Trump, was it! We've heard great things about you."

Trump didn't respond to that ( which was annoying. Biden just wanted to get this over with. ), instead looking at Emmanuel instead.

" That's your Chief of Staff?" he asked. " He looks like a good kid- really good kid."

" What?" Biden asked.

Trump shook his head. " He's a good pick." he said simply. " His name's- what was it, Rahms? I memorized it, seems like a good guy, those are rare these days, you know. Good pick. Too bad he's jewish."

….. Okay then. He could. He could work with this.

( This was the guy who almost ran against them in 2011? No wonder no one thought much of it then, this guy was a fucking joke. )

" Yeah, he's a really good guy." Biden said, straining his lips. " Anyways, Mr. Trump, I was hoping we could talk about your latest buisness initiative in the- uh, Carribean, was it?"

It slipped out of his mouth before he noticed. It wasn't the carribean, he kicked himself. Goddamnit. He was definately getting delirious.

Luckily or not, Trump didn't seem to notice. He beamed.

" It's not much." he said. " Just one of many- I have- I'm a a big buisnessguy, you know. Lots of buisnesses. Lots. And people always ask me how I have so much time to organize all this, and all by myself, you know, and I always tell them, you know, I'm an organized guy, I'm a creative guy! It's easy to me, running all this- like my own little country, you know?"

There was no way he was running his entire corporation by himself if he was this upbeat and mind-numbingly talkative all the time.

Biden stifled the urge to glare.

" Yes." he agreed. " Well. The thing is, Mr. Trump, that your decision to try and place a branch of Trump Entrepreneur Initiative in Syria, well.. to put it simply, it didn't go through."

" What? Why? I've already begun planning the layout. Bought loans and all that- I want my buisness there! I want my buisness in that place, Syria. It'll be good for them, I know it, they'll thank me, I know it. Besides, what do the Syrians- what do they know?"

Biden sighed patiently. " They don't want you to build TEI because they're undergoing a civil war at the current moment, and-" he stopped, not sure of how to explain it. " Well. They just… don't want you to build anything new in the capitol. And of course, you brought this matter up with us, so-"

" We are, obviously, very sorry, but you have to understand that the political enviroment makes it incredibly risky to build something as massive as what you want in this location. We could suggest probably another location, probably somewhere safer and less volatile. There's lots of options, of course. Turkey or perhaps Yemen, is a good bet, if you still want the Initiative stationed somewhere close to the middle east, but there are other options-"

Yeah okay that was enough.

It was clear that Trump wasn't listening. And Biden wasn't feeling too good either.

He swallowed again, tasting sandpaper in his mouth. " So yeah." he said at last. Trump shook his head vigorously.

" That's ridiculous." he declared adamently. " Just get them to let me through then. You can do that, can't you?"

" The current Syrian government refused you. We can't afford to go against a request as simple and reasonable as that."

" Reasonable?" he seemed dumbfounded. Irritation burst quickly inside of him.

" Yes. Reasonable." Biden muttered tiredly. " Anyways-" he tried to get up.

A mistake.

All the exhaustion that seemed to have been lurking inside him the entire time burst out all at once, instantly sending him to the floor.

Biden groaned instantly, feeling his head hit painfully onto the carpet, and his knees buckle with a painful snap.

Rahm shouted quickly as he realized what was happening, the chief of staff running forwards from where he was in the doorway to usher the rest of the press--and Trump, out.

Biden groaned as he heard Rahm's faint voice, fading quickly as he slumped into the pent up tiredness.

" Oh- Joe! Joe, are you okay? Oh, someone! Someone get a-"

He fell asleep.

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“ We thought you were going to die!"

Obama nodded.

" Next time, just tell us when you need a break." the President agreed. " I can do some extra work outside of dealing with Congress, you know, and with so little other options, I can’t have my Vice President overexerting himself with my duties. And don't worry about the press. We've got that under control."

BIden rolled his eyes at the concern in their voice. It was annoying to hear them speak about him as though he wasn't a full grown adult.

" I know, sir." he said. " I'm sorry for not telling you." Biden stabbed viciously at the salad before a thought struck him.

" Oh, yes. How was- how did the talk with the buisnessman turn out?"

" Trump? Oh, he's a minor guy. Nothing much." Rahm said. " He was pretty forgiving after we told him that you fainted."

" Oh."

The words didn't register until a moment later.

" Wait, you told him what-"

" A side note!" Rahm added cheerily, much to Obama's affectionate eye roll. The man brought a large bundle of blossons and flowers up to Biden’s attention- they looked distinctively and repusively Floridian.

Rahm squealed. “ Look! You got sent flowers! Isn't that sweet?"

" Don't tell me-"

" Guess who they're from!"

" No!"

Rahm laughed.

#rahm emanuel #fic #joe biden #donald trump #starring rahm emanuel as everyone’s upbeat cheerleader

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