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The United States has announced the launch of a multinational force to protect trade in the Red Sea after attacks by Yemen’s Houthi rebels forced at least a dozen shipping lines to suspend operations.
US Defense Secretary Lloyd Austin said on Monday that Bahrain, Canada, France, Italy, the Seychelles and the United Kingdom would be among the countries joining the 10-nation “multinational security initiative”.[...]
Mohammed al-Bukhaiti, a senior Houthi official and spokesperson, told Al Jazeera on Monday that the group would confront any US-led coalition in the Red Sea.
The coalition might also include Egypt and Jordan as additional Arab nations to Bahrain, as they have a vested interest in ensuring the safe passage of ships, said Al Jazeera’s Sara Khairat, reporting from occupied East Jerusalem[...]
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“Reading between the lines, it’s a very difficult situation for some of these Middle Eastern countries. You have Saudi Arabia, which is very close, it seems, to signing a deal with the Houthi rebels in Yemen,” she added.
“You have Egypt, which doesn’t want to be seen as going against the Houthis’ message on Gaza – which is for Israel to stop the war on the enclave.”[...]
At least 12 shipping companies, including the Italian-Swiss giant Mediterranean Shipping Company, France’s CMA CGM and Denmark’s AP Moller-Maersk, have suspended transit through the Red Sea due to safety concerns.
UK oil giant BP on Monday became the latest firm to announce it would avoid the waters.[...]
Houthi attacks have effectively rerouted a significant portion of global trade by forcing freight companies to sail around Africa, imposing higher costs and delays for energy, food and consumer goods deliveries.
About 12 percent of global trade passes through the Red Sea, which connects to the Mediterranean Sea via the Suez Canal, including 30 percent of container traffic.
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hey guys! What the fuck is going on
ALL MY THOUGHTS ON TMAGP 7 CAUSE IM CRAZY INSANE
first of all. CELIA. right off the bat mentioning TAPE RECORDERS and then asking about specific statements involving “being buried alive” or “meat” THAT SOUNDS AWFULLY FAMILIAR. CELIA. AANNDD she recognized chester’s voice oh my GOD celia i am intrigued i am so very intrigued
hilltop???? mention??? and it burned down in this universe too??? agnes montague will be real in the magnus protocol???
this might just be me being insane but that statement with mr. c clayton or whatever was maybe just a little mikaele salesa coded… a bunch of weird old artifacts huh… and he was in Seychelles which isn’t the Maldives where he got the camera in tma but it’s An island group,,, probably nothing but it Did cross my mind
hey sam! an email from WHO???? JOHN?? AS IN JONATHAN SIMS HEAD ARCHIVIST OF THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE LONDON??? COULD IT BE????
WHYY is colin the only one who is so paranoid/knows about about the electronics recording them??? does he know what’s going on or does he just know Something’s going on and is freaking out about it. shaking him
GWENDOLYN DARLING I AM WORRIED ABOUT YOUUUU WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO!! what is lena’s DEAL oh my god please don’t get got gwen please
#i am screaming and running around#tmagp#the magnus protocol#tmagp spoilers#tmagp 7#“you don’t have to listen to tma to understand tmagp” RIGHT.#genuinely though if anyone hasn’t listened to tma they’re probably so confused as to why we’re all flipping our shit lmfaoo#jaspers thoughts
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Just a reminder that special status is also attached to being "His/Her Royal Highness". The HRH, in itself, is a diplomatic status as it means the HRH individual, in their capacity as a royal, represents the monarch and the royal household. This applies when they travel for work to another country. If they travel for holiday or leisure in a.pricate capacity it's different.
But .. then it also depends on the individual. Who they are, How seriously they take themselves, their official threat assessment and most importantly where they stand in the line of succession.
So, for example, if William or Camilla or Catherine travel to, say, Hawaii or Sri Lanka or Seychelles for a private holiday, they would inform the govt of the host country because that's a security and diplomatic requirement. But we have seen in recent years that at least these 3 individuals travel for private holidays without making any fuss and news doesn't even come out. They are given discreet protection, but mostly their RPOs, who have diplomatic status as well, are their security. All travel+lodging logistics are coordinated between the host country and UK security agencies and RPOs and a security officer is the point of contact.
When Charles travels, being King, he has to announce before and say which country he is traveling to. The arrangements and setup is all the same as above. And yet, in a private capacity the king remains low key.
Someone like Anne or Edinburghs or York girls travel for holiday, they do so as the rest of us common folk. They usually do not have security. Anne doesn't. Sophie and Ed may have 1 RPO if the security agencies say so, otherwise not.
Long story short, taking away Harry and meghans HRH was a big deal. And why they insist on their kids having titles and implying that the kids may be HRH (but in reality they don't, because that's what was agreed at the Sandringham summit).
At the end of the day, there HRHs weren't officially stripped, they were simply asked to no longer use them. We all know Harry and Meghan's word is worth nothing.
Beatrice and Eugenie are also HRHs but are not working royals, therefore they do not represent the monarch. Not all HRH's represent the Monarch, but all working royals do.
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Walk-In
Creating a timeline raised some questions; here's an answer. Backstory on Blanca. This is a heavy one, please heed the warnings. It's not necessary to read to keep up with the plot.
Blanca signs up with WRU.
[Pet Safety]
Content/Warning: BBU; minor whumpee (she is 17; there is no whump in this piece itself though); human trafficking; mention of teenage pregnancy; implied discussion of abortion; implied parental grief. Everything discussed from the outside by horrible people. This is a heavy one, even though everything is only implied. Please be safe.
"So, Miles. Tell me. What do we have here?" Raquelle peeked through the blinds of her office in the back of the WRU recruitment centre.
A young woman, probably still a teenager, sat on the edge of her chair, swaying forth and back like a seedling in the wind. She was short, almost petite, but well shaped. Tanned skin, fascinatingly light eyes, brown hair in a messy ponytail. And soft lips that would make any man break a sweat just looking at them.
She'd bring in a fortune.
"Why are you even here talking to me, Miles? Seal the deal. Girl is perfect Romantic material. Sweet face, pretty lips, big tits, barely legal? Get that signature, right now."
Miles bit their lip. "She's, um. That's the point. She's not."
"Not what?"
"Barely legal."
Raquelle spun around with raised eyebrows. "Oh?"
"17." They held up a dark red passport. "Foreigner, too. Spanish exchange student. Unwanted pregnancy. Doesn't dare get home like this. Doesn't dare do anything about it, either."
"That desperate, huh?" Raquelle clicked her tongue and looked through the blinds again. The girl was beautiful. Provisions alone would probably pay her that five star vacation on the Seychelles she'd clicked away just yesterday.
"Very desperate," Miles affirmed, catching her smirk. "We'd practically be saving her."
"Well then. We need to bend one rule, we can bend three as well. I'll take care of the identity, and schedule an appointment at the clinic. You do protocol C."
Miles grinned, as they picked up one of the glossy leaflets from her desk. "Gotcha, boss. The right thing to do, huh." They left, a spring to their steps, while Raquelle pulled out her phone to call one of the more discreet contacts in her book.
By the time Miles brought the new trainee in through the back door an hour later, everything was prepared for her intake.
"I, uh. I want to do this, become a pet. Just... Please, I just don't want to be a Romantic," she said, with the cutest Spanish accent.
"Of course, dear." Raquelle smiled warmly. "You're safe with WRU."
The girl looked up at her from huge gray eyes, tears shining in her dark eyelashes, and brought up a shaky smile.
Raquelle almost had to hold her breath.
Yes.
400168 would be fantastic.
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The video clearly showed the leaflet and passport in the girl's hands, her looking up at Miles, half confused, as they pointed at the leaflet with an understanding smile and accompanied her to the door. The video also very clearly showed her leave, and Miles watching past her with the most caring sigh.
"This is standard protocol," Raquelle explained and pointed at the screen. "She'd shown her ID, and of course we couldn't accept the application of a minor, let alone a foreigner. My colleague gave her our curated list of contact points for teenagers in dire situations. Maybe your daughter showed up at one of those? I'm so sorry. Maria seemed like a formidable, brave young woman. I'm sure she caught herself, and she's somewhere out there." She gave her most reassuring smile. "I do wish you all the best for your search, Mr Romero, Mrs Garcia."
She looked past the grieving parents to the pinboard on her wall.
Ticket to the Seychelles. She'd be leaving on Monday.
She promised herself to drink a toast to Maria Romero Garcia then. Maybe even two.
#bbu#minor whump#teenage pregnancy cw#unwanted pregnancy cw#human trafficking#grief cw#blanca#pet safety#pet safety backstory#whump of a minor
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but jenna would you be approving of a sapphic love triangle.
bc heres the thing: r they gonna make bianca like that lucas guy? they probably will. do i want her to like him? after that shitshow with tyler, NO. bianca would not be able to trust another normie, since a. he already betrayed them (rav'n dance) and b. theres that sticky stuff with xavier. xavier has a lot of growing up to do, even moreso in his relationship with bianca
sooo... where does that leave us with? the MC, dear wednesday addams, ofc. ive been seeing people toss up wenclay but YAKNOW... IF WE WANT TO KEEP THE LOVE TRIANGLE BUT MAKE IT ACTUALLY MEANINGFUL... literally bianca is RIGHT THERE
im for a healthy rivalry between them, i prefer that, but if bianca had to have a love interest... seriously, why cant it be with wednesday? GIVE ME wednesday juggling not only puppy dog sunshine-incarnate Enid BUT ALSO blithingly breathtaking queen bee Bianca. bianca simply overpowers enid in daily conversation and class, even with just her stare, but when its the full moon enid shows who's boss. wednesday runs to eugene for cover from them and asks for help regarding bianca from xavier. throw in yoko for advice w/ enid too bc WE NEED MORE YOKO!!
saw someone say yoko is enby and omg my heart broke into a million pieces (positively) bc enby!yoko and divina who r open to poly and show wednesday the ropes bc whats better than an aroace/sapphic weds but weds whos also poly??? she has two hands to hold both her gfs hands!!
worst case scenario, they eugene bianca off by making her deal with her fam troubles in the seychelles off screen for the majority of the season, then come back at the end to save wednesdays ass again ..
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Loveless Marriage (FrUK) Chapter 9
Loveless Marriage
Chapter 9
Word Count: 4,327
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Seychelles was a beautiful country, so any couple would be happy to have their honeymoon there together… That is, if the couple was truly a couple.
It was rather awkward for Francis and Arthur to go to such a lovey dovey place together alone. Their parents had booked them separate rooms, instructing that they just had to be careful not to post pictures that alluded to them being in two different rooms. They told them that it was their treat to them for following through with the whole publicity stunt so well. Francis was hurt by the wedding ceremony, but the thought of essentially just hanging out with Arthur on an island where they didn’t have to put on a show anymore didn’t sound so bad… Actually, it sounded kind of fun.
Francis wanted to hit up the different nightclubs on the islands, go shopping, see the botanical gardens– that sort of thing. On the other hand, Arthur wanted to go to the island that was supposedly haunted. What they were interested in on the island did differ some, but they were both excited to go nonetheless.
Checking into the hotel felt normal because they didn’t have to pretend they were in love or anything, and they were both registered under their own last names. It was sure to be a whole argument when they had to figure out what to do about their last names now that they were technically married, but they would deal with that when the time came…
They brought their luggage to their hotel rooms and then met back up in the hallway afterwards. They didn’t have to spend time with one another, and they did want to do different things, but… they didn’t know anyone in Seychelles, so it made sense to stay together, right? Surely that was the only reason they did.
“I guess I’ll spend time with you because you’re terrible at socializing,” Francis said with a smug look on his face as he leaned over Arthur’s shoulder to look at the tourist map they had been given in the hotel lobby.
“Hmph, a haunted island would be more fun alone anyway. Go off and hook up with random people you’ll never see again if that’s what your idea of fun is,” Arthur said dismissively, as though he was too caught up in looking at the map to care about the Frenchman’s jabs at him.
“Are you really looking for ghosts on an all expenses paid vacation? I thought you were joking,” Francis said, surprise apparent on his face.
“I’ve already heard all the ghost stories in England. Not to mention the ghost that I keep seeing in our neighbor’s window…” Arthur muttered the last part, but it sent chills up Francis’s spine.
“Stop reminding me,” Francis retorted. He hated that sort of thing. Especially because he was pretty sure he had seen it a few times, too…
“How about we make a compromise?” Arthur said, lowering the map and locking eyes with the taller blonde beside him. “We’ll go to the haunted island today and then I’ll go out drinking with you afterwards.”
“That’s not fair– you like to go out drinking, too!” Francis complained, narrowing his eyes at the Englishman.
“Fine– what do you want to do then?” Arthur asked, sounding as though he was forced to ask him that question.
“We’ll go out drinking tonight, because we both want to, and then tomorrow will be my day to choose what we do… Which will most likely be…” Francis pulled the map out of Arthur’s hands so he could look at it again. On the right hand side of the map different attractions and events were listed. “We should go sunbathing and swimming at the Côte d’Or!”
Arthur looked like someone had stabbed him when he heard that Francis wanted to go sunbathing and swimming on some crowded tourist beach. However… the truth was that he didn’t actually want to go to the haunted island by himself… and the people in Seychelles did speak French, so it would make sense for Francis to come along with him… so…
“Alright, fine– we’ll go there tomorrow,” Arthur agreed reluctantly, making Francis smirk victoriously. Arthur cursed himself for thinking that Francis looked kind of handsome with that smug look on his face.
“It’s settled then– off to Moyenne Island!” Arthur said, pointing his finger at the island on the map with such enthusiasm that he made himself blush with embarrassment afterwards.
They took a ferry from the main island to Moyenne Island, which was supposedly haunted by ghosts, some of which just so happened to be British, and others which happened to be pirates. Arthur had always been interested in both ghosts and pirates, and he was British, so it was like it was practically made for him.
When the ferry finally arrived on the island, it left to return other tourists to the main island and pick up more people who were interested in going on the haunted tour. Francis was a bit unsettled by the whole thing, but it was still rather early in the day, so he figured he didn’t have to worry too much about seeing any ghosts. After all, they only came out during the day, right?
The tour guide started by explaining some of the history of the island while they were still standing at the shore. Then, after adding in some details about how the last man who owned the island died there (great), the tour guide began leading them through the wooded part of the island and it started to seem darker due to the shade from the trees.
They passed a sign that said the Moyenne Island National Park closed at four o’clock, but it was already four thirty. Francis had been reassured by daylight, but it was most likely going to get dark for part of their tour.
“Arthur– how long is this tour?” Francis asked, nudging the Englishman out of the trance he was in as he listened to the tour guide.
“It’s going to be a few more hours, but don’t worry so much– I checked and some of the bars around here don’t even open until midnight,” Arthur said dismissively, putting his hand on the Frenchman’s shoulder to urge him to continue up the trail with the other tourists.
It wasn’t exactly that Francis was thinking about drinking, but more so that he didn’t want to be on an island that was allegedly haunted in the dark… It was too embarrassing to admit that though, so he just accepted that Arthur apparently thought he was an alcoholic and continued to tread up the trail.
Eventually, they made it further up the hill and reached an area where mounds of cement with iron crosses atop them donned metal plaques which read “Unhappily Unknown.” They were tombstones.
Unfortunately, the sun had started to set when the tour guide stopped in front of the tombstones and started to explain who built them and when. The nameless ones were supposedly pirates who had visited the islands in the 1800s. The previous owner of the island was buried there himself along with his father. The thought alone sent chills down Francis’s spine. He wanted to leave.
“Do you think I’ll be able to capture a photo of a ghost?” Arthur whispered, leaning in towards Francis so he didn’t interrupt the tour guide who was still speaking. The Englishman had his phone out every once and awhile, making sure to take a photo of anything the tour guide mentioned being haunted or belonging to someone long dead.
“I don’t know– maybe,” Francis replied nonchalantly, but on the inside he was going against Arthur, hoping he didn’t see any ghosts.
The tour continued and they had finally made their way past the ominous tombstones. Francis had been impatiently waiting for that moment, but then his own paranoid thoughts caught up to him and he started to think about how unsettling it was that the graves were behind them now.
Francis and Arthur were at the back of the tour group, which was most likely due to a combination of Arthur stopping to take photos of everything and Francis being reluctant to be there in the first place. At the beginning of the tour, Francis thought being in the back was the thing to do. After all, he didn’t want to be there so why get in the way of those who did? However, he was starting to regret it because he felt rather vulnerable with no one else following behind them.
Nonchalantly– at least he hoped it was nonchalant– Francis grabbed Arthur’s hand and then acted like nothing happened when the Englishman turned to him with a confused expression on his face.
“You got my hopes up– I thought you were a ghost,” Arthur joked. The sun had finished setting and it was dark. It was difficult to see much of anything other than the light that the tour guide was carrying and the occasional light from the other tourists’ cell phones.
“You were hoping to hold hands with a ghost?” Francis asked dumbfoundedly.
“Why are you holding my hand anyway?” Arthur asked, ignoring the Frenchman’s question. Of course he wanted to hold hands with a ghost.
Francis contemplated what he should say for a moment before a smirk formed on his face and he cleaned in closer to the Englishman. “You’re my husband– why shouldn’t I hold your hand?”
Arthur’s face flushed and he gave Francis a light shove, making their hands detach from one another. “Don’t say things like that..!”
The two of them walked in silence through the dark woods for a few before Francis casually reached out and took Arthur’s hand again, causing him to let out a sigh. Arthur would’ve just accepted it, but then a thought crossed his mind…
“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Arthur asked with a smirk.
“What? What’s there to be afraid of?” Francis retorted, but his offended tone made the truth easy to reveal.”If anything, the ghosts would come after you– you’ve been taking their pictures all day, after all..!”
Arthur’s expression was enough to make Francis even more annoyed, because the smirk on his face just kept growing.
“You could’ve just told me you didn’t want to come because you were scared– you didn’t have to lie and tell me you just thought it was boring,” Arthur continued to tease Francis until they reached another spot in the tour, so they had to quiet down if they wanted to hear what the tour guide had to say.
However, there was quite a distance between Francis and Arthur and the tour guide. That was why the noise that Francis heard behind himself was so distinct. He had definitely heard something. It sounded like some sort of rustling in the trees.
Francis still had Arthur’s hand in his because regardless of how much the other man had teased him, he still secretly liked holding him close like that, especially in public… So, in the most aloof way possible, he turned around to look at the clearing behind him to see if anything was there. There didn’t appear to be anything, but then he heard it again and he suddenly went from feeling a little suspicious to feeling terrified.
“Arthur– did you hear something?” Francis whispered.
“Huh? No, did you?” Arthur asked, feeling a bit empathetic towards the other man when he felt how tight he was squeezing his hand.
“Oui, it sounded like there was something behind us just now,” Francis replied, glancing at the path behind them again.
“You know what– it was probably just a–” Arthur started, but he was cut off by Francis suddenly jumping and clinging to his arm. The Frenchman’s actions were enough to catch him off guard and scare him, too, in the process.
The culprit that had followed and terrified Francis turned out to be a giant tortoise, which slowly crept out of the bushes after Francis’s sudden movements. Upon seeing what it was, the Frenchman released Arthur and let out a sheepish laugh.
“What I was going to say was that it was probably a giant tortoise,” Arthur said in a somewhat annoyed tone because Francis had scared him, too. “Weren’t you listening? The tour guide mentioned that the man who bought the island brought giant tortoises here, so we might see them roaming about during our tour.”
“Yeah, and he also mentioned how this island is haunted about five million times! How was I supposed to know it was a tortoise and not a ghost?!” Francis yelled in a hushed tone, hoping Arthur was the only person that witnessed his embarrassing reaction.
“So you do admit that you’re scared..!” Arthur said with a smirk, pointing his finger at Francis accusatively.
“Non! I was trying to protect you from the…” Francis stopped speaking and his cheeks turned pink as he became more and more aware of how embarrassing the whole thing was.
“From the tortoise?” Arthur pushed further, a smug grin on his face.
Francis didn’t answer him, letting out a “hmph” as he turned back around to face the tour guide. Arthur couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. Then, the tour guide and the group of people in front of them started to walk further up the hill, so Francis and Arthur followed after them, still holding hands. It was pitch black outside, so it made sense for them to keep holding hands like that. You know— for safety reasons…
Eventually, the tour came to an end and they took the ferry back to the main island. Francis was spooked the entire way back to the island, thinking some sort of mysterious sea monster or vengeful spirit might attack them while they were drifting through the water. Meanwhile, Arthur was kind of hoping something like that would happen. For some reason, he would have loved to have seen it. Not to mention that he thought the way Francis had tried to pretend he wasn’t scared the entire time even though he kept latching onto the Englishman was rather endearing.
“Bien, c’est fini. Now let’s go to the bar,” Francis said, letting out a sigh of relief as they stepped off the ferry. “I need a drink after that,” he muttered.
“Yeah, yeah, I need one, too,” Arthur replied, a small smile on his face as he reflected on their time at the haunted island. It was actually a lot of fun.
Just like Arthur had mentioned, the bars didn’t actually open until around eleven thirty or midnight, so they had to wait a few until they could get in. Once they did, they drank much more than they should have and then headed back to the hotel.
The next morning, Francis woke up feeling like he had gotten the short end of the stick. It was his day to choose what they did, but since his day came after a night of way too much drinking, it was also plagued by a terrible hangover. Since Francis and Arthur were in separate rooms, the Frenchman couldn’t even bother the Englishman for medicine and water. He would have to get up and get it himself…
Reluctantly, Francis moved off the bed and stumbled into a standing position. He could barely remember the night before. Due to the fact that most of the night involved talking about ghosts, he couldn’t keep straight what was from the tour and what was from some sort of fever dream.
Francis fumbled around in his suitcase, trying to find medicine. Eventually he found it, took it, and then stumbled into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He looked like a mess, but he should be able to fix it within a few minutes. He just needed to take a shower and that would probably be enough to wake him up and freshen up his appearance.
Meanwhile, Arthur hadn’t even woken up until Francis was already in the shower, getting ready for the day. He was suffering from a hangover, too, but it was even more difficult for him to have motivation to get up and get ready because he absolutely didn’t want to go sunbathing and swimming at a crowded beach.
There was a selfish voice in the back of Arthur’s head that urged him to fall back asleep and forget about the plans he had made with Francis. After all, the Frenchman didn’t have a key, so all he could do was knock for a bit and then give up. Then, Arthur would have the day to himself and he wouldn’t have to do something he didn’t want to… Arthur smirked at the thought and closed his eyes again.
Just as Arthur was about to fall asleep, he realized that he couldn’t. He had a guilty conscience, and as much as he hated to admit it, he wouldn’t have been able to fall back asleep knowing that he lied to Francis and made him spend the day alone, especially after he had gone to a haunted island that he was clearly afraid of.
Arthur let out a groan and sat up, stretching his arms in the air as his head pounded with a terrible headache. Then, he went to take medicine and get a shower, too.
As soon as Arthur got out of the shower, he received a text from Francis, asking if he was ready to go. He had to rush a little bit, but the truth was that it didn’t take him very long to get dressed. He envied that Francis could get dressed in the same amount of time, but he still always ended up looking more fashionable. Actually, sometimes they wore similar things, or he took the Frenchman’s fashion advice, but he still looked better.
It had been just a normal morning and Arthur didn’t usually contemplate what he was going to wear too much, but his own thoughts suddenly overwhelmed him and he started to feel insecure at the thought that they were going to a popular tourist spot and Francis would be dressed so much better than him. He started frantically sifting through the clothing that he had brought with him, hoping to find something to pull on before Francis stopped waiting for a response and just came over himself. However, that time came quicker than the Englishman anticipated, as only a few minutes later he heard a knock on his door.
Arthur ignored the knock and continued to go through his clothing, but then he realized that nothing he packed would make him look as good as Francis. No, maybe nothing he owned would make him look as good as Francis. Or, maybe it was just him, and he couldn’t pull off anything as good as the Frenchman. Francis would look good even if he was wearing a trash bag, but Arthur felt like he struggled to put a decent outfit together.
“Arthur, bonne matin– are you awake?”
The Frenchman’s voice was easy to hear through the door, but Arthur really didn’t want to answer the door in his underwear, or, even worse, admit that he was terribly insecure and felt inferior to the Frenchman, so he was sifting through his clothes at the last minute and questioning all of his life choices that led up to this moment.
Arthur chose to ignore Francis again and continued to look through his suitcase to find an outfit. Then, the knocking started again, and in a stressed panic Arthur just pulled on a random pair of shorts and a shirt before he ran over and swung the door open.
Francis’s eyes widened upon seeing that Arthur was indeed awake and he looked stressed rather than hungover.
“Arthur– what are you–”
“I know, I look terrible– go ahead and laugh,” Arthur said, cutting the Frenchman off before he could even finish his sentence. Also, he sort of looked like he was going to cry, like his eyes were glassy and the tears just hadn’t poured out yet.
Francis just stared at Arthur for a moment in confusion, trying to understand what could’ve made the other man so upset. He really had no idea, but he could see that the Englishman’s clothing was mismatched, so he decided to take it from there and tread carefully.
“I was just going to ask what you were doing– I could hear you rustling around in here…” Francis mumbled. “Anyway, didn’t you pack a white button up shirt with you? Why don’t you wear that? It will look nice with those shorts,” Francis said, pushing past Arthur and entering his room. He noticed the messy piles of clothing throughout the Englishman’s room and then he started to understand.
“Are you sure it will… look nice..?” Arthur murmured, shutting the door behind them as he walked back over to the piles of clothing Francis was standing in front of. He was embarrassed that the other man was looking at the mess he made– he had intended on cleaning it up when he got back later.
Francis found the white button up shirt in one of the piles of clothing and picked it up, turning to face Arthur. His heart ached at the thought that the other man felt so insecure. He felt sort of guilty, too, because he knew that he could tease him about the way he dressed sometimes. He was usually just joking and he didn’t have any malicious intentions, but he suddenly became aware of the fact that he was probably hurting the other man without realizing it.
“Oui, of course it will. I’ve always thought that you look nice in button ups– they suit you,” Francis said softly, a gentle smile on his face as he started to undo the buttons on the shirt.
Arthur felt inexplicably relieved, like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He turned his back to Francis as he took off his shirt, but it wasn’t really because he was changing– he finally gave his eyes permission to release his tears and the pressure in his head went away some.
Arthur nonchalantly dried his cheeks when he pulled the shirt over his head and then he turned back to face Francis, who lightly tossed the shirt he had unbuttoned at him.
“Thanks,” Arthur murmured, pulling the shirt on and hastily buttoning it back up. “I’m ready then, if you are.”
“Wait– you didn’t forget this did you?” Francis asked, picking a bottle of sunscreen up from Arthur’s bed.
“Oh, actually I did,” Arthur said, letting out a small laugh. He had been so concerned with his appearance and yet he had almost set himself up to get burnt to a crisp.
“I figured,” Francis said in a matter of fact tone as he opened the lid.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean? I’m going to put sunscreen on you,” Francis replied in a voice so innocent that Arthur almost obliged.
“No. You’re not.”
“Oh, come on. There are places you can’t reach,” Francis said, taking a step towards Arthur with a smirk on his face.
Arthur’s face paled and he took a step back, moving away from the Frenchman.
“I’m not going to get naked on the beach, so I think it’s just fine if sunscreen isn’t applied to those places,” Arthur hissed, continuing to back up as Francis neared closer.
“Arthur, you’re no fun,” Francis commented, the smirk on his face growing even larger as he lunged at the Englishman and tackled him onto the bed.
The whole thing happened so fast that Arthur felt as though his life had flashed before his eyes. The two of them ended up wrestling and laughing, accidentally getting some sunscreen on the bed and their clothes during their fight, if it could even be called that. It all felt light hearted and fun until they landed in a position where Francis was on top of Arthur and the two of them were panting from laughing and rolling around– that was when it started to feel a tad too intimate and they both abruptly pulled away from each other and got up from the bed as if a deafeningly awkward tension hadn’t just erupted.
Francis cleared his throat awkwardly and said, “anyway, you should put that on before we go to the beach.”
The two of them headed off to Côte d’Or and it basically turned out the way they both expected it would– Arthur set up a beach towel and an umbrella, hoping to fully stay out of the sun, but then Francis urged him to come get in the water, essentially guilt tripping the Englishman by saying that he did what he wanted the previous day, so now it was Arthur’s turn.
Reluctantly, Arthur did end up joining Francis in the water, but the beach turned out to be a lot less crowded than he had originally thought it would be, so it was also much less awkward than he had predicted, too. It actually wasn’t so bad. Although, to the Englishman’s dismay, because he hadn’t listened and didn’t keep reapplying sunscreen like Francis because it was too awkward to lather himself with lotion in front of a group of other tourists, he did end up getting burnt. It was mainly on his pale cheeks and his shoulders. It was sort of cute though, like he was in a constant state of blushing, Francis defended. And now he wouldn’t know if Arthur had actually blushed at that comment or not.
The day came to an end similarly to the previous one, but this time they vowed not to drink as much so they could wake up with ease and enjoy the next day properly. The plans for the following day were arranged according to Francis’s suggestion, too, but it was something that Arthur supposed he could get behind– the Victoria Botanical Gardens.
#sorry this is so late#I actually researched Seychelles to write this though#the haunted island sounds so cool#and there really are giant tortoises there#the only part that I think is inaccurate is having a haunted tour at night#im pretty sure there are just regular tours before 4pm but idk#night time is more fun though#fruk#hetalia#aph fruk#hws fruk#aph france#hws france#aph england#hws england#francis bonnefoy#arthur kirkland#aph hetalia#hws hetalia#late happy birthday to france
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One country in the [climate-change] firing line is Cape Verde. The West African island nation, where 80% of the population lives on the coast, is already feeling the brunt of rising sea levels and increasing ocean acidity on its infrastructure, tourism, biodiversity and fisheries.
The country desperately needs to both mitigate and adapt to these problems, but – as with many Global South countries at present – simply lacks the budget to do it: Cape Verde’s debt reached an all-time high of 157% of GDP in 2021.
In a bid to address both issues simultaneously, the country has signed a novel agreement with Portugal to swap some of its debt for investments into an environmental and climate fund. The former Portuguese colony owes the Portuguese state €140m ($148m) and Portuguese banks €400m.
On a state visit to Cape Verde on 23 January, Portuguese Prime Minister António Costa announced the debt would be put towards Cape Verde’s energy transition and fight against climate change. Costa earmarked projects involving energy efficiency, renewable energy and green hydrogen as possible targets for the fund.
“This is a new seed that we sow in our future cooperation,” said Costa. “Climate change is a challenge that takes place on a global scale and no country will be sustainable if all countries are not sustainable.”
“Debt-for-climate swaps” allow countries to reduce their debt obligations in exchange for a commitment to finance domestic climate and nature projects with the freed-up financial resources. The concept has been knocking about since the 1980s, typically geared at nature conservation. However, after recent deals for Barbados, Belize and the Seychelles, and huge $800m and $1bn agreements in the offing for Ecuador and Sri Lanka, is this financial instrument finally coming of age?
How It Works
Debt-for-climate swaps typically follow a formula. First, a creditor [here, a group or government that money is owed to] agrees to reduce debt, either by converting it into local currency, lowering the interest rate, writing off some of the debt, or a combination of all three. The debtor will then use the saved money for initiatives aimed at increasing climate resilience, lowering greenhouse gas emissions or protecting biodiversity.
The original 'debt-for-nature swaps' began as small, trilateral deals, with NGOs buying sovereign debt owed to commercial banks to redirect payments towards nature projects. They have since evolved into larger, bilateral deals between creditors and debtors...
Debt-for-climate swaps free up fiscal resources so governments can improve resilience and transition to a low-carbon economy without causing a fiscal crisis or sacrificing spending on other development priorities. [These swaps] can create additional revenue for countries with valuable biodiversity or carbon sinks by allowing them to charge others to protect those assets, thereby providing a global public good.
Swaps can even result in an upgrade to a country’s sovereign credit rating, as was the case in Belize, which makes government borrowing cheaper [and improves the country's economy.]
Right now, these [swaps] are needed more than ever, with low-income countries dealing with multiple crises that have put huge pressure on public debt...
Debt-for-climate swaps: “Increasing in size and scale”
Although debt-for-climate swaps are not new, until recently the amount of finance raised globally from the instrument has been modest – just $1bn between 1987 and 2003, according to one OECD study. Just three of the 140 swaps over the past 35 years have had a value of more than $250m, according to the African Development Bank. The average size was a mere $26.6m.
However, the market has steadily picked up pace over the past two decades... In 2016, the government of the Seychelles signed a landmark agreement with developed nation creditor group the Paris Club, supported by NGO The Nature Conservancy (TNC), for a $22m investment in marine conservation.
The government of Belize followed suit in 2021 by issuing a $364m blue bond – a debt instrument to finance marine and ocean-focused sustainability projects – to buy back $550m of commercial debt to use for marine conservation and debt sustainability.
Then, last year, Barbados completed a $150m transaction, supported by the TNC and the Inter-American Development Bank, allowing the country to reduce its borrowing costs and use savings to finance marine conservation.
“Two or three years ago, we were talking about $50m deals,” says Widge. “Now they have gone to $250–300m, so they are definitely increasing in size and scale.”
Indeed, the success of the deals for the Seychelles, Belize and Barbados, along with the debt distress sweeping across the Global South, has sparked an uptick of interest in the model.
Ecuador is reported to be in negotiations with banks and a non-profit for an $800m deal, and Sri Lanka is discussing a $1bn transaction – which would be the biggest swap to date."
-via Energy Monitor, 2/1/23
Note: I'm leaving out my massive rant about how the vast majority of this debt is due to the damages of colonialism. And also countries being forced to "PAY BACK" COLONIZERS FOR THEIR OWN FREEDOM for decades or in some cases centuries (particularly infuriating example: Haiti). Debt-for-climate swaps are good news, and one way to help right this massive historic and ongoing economic wrong
#climate change#developing countries#economics#debt for climate#debt relief#cape verde#barbados#seychelles#ecuador#sri lanka#portugal#belize#global south#conservation#biodiversity#good news#hope#international politics
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My S3 prediction? Another Hillerska student will come out. But only one.
Both Nils and Stella were revealed to be queer but closeted in S2. Both members of the monied elite. I suspect Wilhelm outing himself voluntarily at the jubilee on national television will have a big impact on them. Before, the only out queer student at Hillerska was the working class, socialist, poor, brown non-resident, and he caught hell for it. Nils* and Stella had nothing in common with Simon other than their queerness. Now the goddamn Crown Prince is out of the closet and has a boyfriend. Out of the closet by choice, no less.
I suspect either Nils or Stella will come out in S3, while the other will stay in the closet. That’s why we got 2 existing students revealed to be closeted, not just 1. Plus, you’ll notice that there are closeups on the stunned faces of both Nils and Stella after Wille confesses in front of rolling TV cameras and live microphones. I’m just not sure whether it’s Nils or Stella who will find Wilhelm’s decision empowering.
* Yes, Nils is brown too, like Simon. But Nils’s parents can afford to send him to Hillerska, spend Christmas break at luxury resorts in rhe Seychelles, and own a holiday home in Verbier. Yes, like Felice and Alexander, Nils has to deal with micro aggressions because he’s not white. But in terms of status and money, Nils, Felice and Alexander all belong much more than Simon does.
Nils even says explicitly to fellow rich closeted student Wilhelm in 2.04 that Simon will never be able to understand his absolute need for discretion. Nils considers Wilhelm and Simon’s vastly different class backgrounds an insurmountable barrier to their relationship, and says Wille needs to stick to his own kind. Nils clearly considers himself to have a hell of a lot more in common with Wilhelm (white, closeted royalty) than he does with Simon (brown, out, and poor).
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Spidersona Lore
Information about my Spidersona. There's two of them both are variants of the same character. My regular sona was just a normal person who, desperate to change her life, encounters Madame Web. Madame Web senses that my sona has potential, and takes me under her wing. That's also how I befriend her granddaughter Julia Carpenter. My Sona becomes "Orbweaver"
After a while my Sona gets involved in the events of ASTV. She meets the Spider Society, led by the mysterious Miguel O'Hara. My sona feels a sense of familiarity with Miguel despite having just met him. On his end he is shocked to see her but keeps her at a distance.
But when the spiderverse is threatened by the Spot, and a mysterious woman, calling herself Dragonfly My sona finds out....
That Dragonfly is her other self... A woman named is Seychelle Grant... the wife of the Miguel Movie!Miguel replaced. Here she survived the destruction of her universe but angered over the deception, and subsequent death of her daughter. One night she steals some equipment and escapes Nueva York, and vows revenge not just on Miguel but any and every spider person. She plans on breaking parts of the multiverse.
Seychelle hates spider-people no matter who they are or what they've done. It's horrible especially in context that spider people are the ones trying to keep the multiverse together but she doesn't care. Dr. Strange hasn't come after her because he had to deal with Wanda and Mcu Peter. That doesn't mean she's off his radar entirely, it just means she's not his priority (and tbh it's Miguel's responsibility).
Heartbroken by this revelation, my sona quits the Spider Society..Since now the messiest divorce in history is now her business, it's up to her to fix it. As she leaves she tells Miguel not to follow her. She ends up in a universe where she meets the MCU Dragonfly: Sofia Gwendolyn (who is also that verse's Gwen Stacy/Sophia Sanduval fusion).
Sofia was a victim of The Snap. Even after she was brought back she developed a cold personality because she missed 5 years of he life which means her old friends group got older & moved on, which left her feeling very lonely. She's obsessed with enjoying life to the fullest, Even if it means being selfish and vain. Her judgemental attitude makes her butt heads with MCU Peter. She became a hero partly for attention; but later she softens up due to Peter's influence and several humbling experiences. And with my Sona being older she tries to help Sofia move past her flaws.
It's a lesson on how not every responsibility can be ours and that some people need to face the consequences of their actions. Miguel has to acknowledge not only did he lie to Seychelle, but those lies put the multiverse & a innocent woman in danger.
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Yandere bully country America scenario with a shy darling who‘s nice to everyone but only reserved to him, bcuz he‘s a big fat bully to her >:(… and also, darling gets asked out to a date by non-Yandere England and Mr Murica snaps >:) muahahaha
Alright here is your official warning it is a little violent and has a lot of cussing.
“Augh!” Y/N began to rub the temples The American asshole had brought a slingshot with him to the world meeting.
‘Fucking Monster. Why in the hell does he like to torment me? My nation has little to no contact yet he decides to be a dick to me. I which he would just go away.’ Y/N scribbled angrily in her diary in an attempt to stay calm and be the bigger person. There were also tears threatening to spill from her (e/c) eyes.
The malevolent blue eyes were still staring at her ready to fire another rock at her. This was all going on while another nation droned on about their rising GDP and how they needed just some help from the larger and more powerful nations. Not that America was really listening in the first place. No one commented on his rather uncouth behavior but that's because he was a superpower and could do as he pleased. No one got in his way while he was being an asshole unless they wanted a demon that would torment them relentlessly in every way imaginable. He watched you write in your journal vigorously. He always did malicious things to you: blocking your ability to join a cohort with your fellow medium-sized nations, giving you horrible trade deals, making you in debt to him, trying to ensnare your people to becoming American. All kinds of things would make any nation become unrecognizable. This would be for the most part permissible behavior overall for any major power in the world if he didn’t have tendencies to openly assault her during meetings. (Other times he’s tripped you, shoulder check you, and even has spilt hot coffee on your on a multitude of occasions.) America is basically outright abusive.
“AUGH!” another rock had collided with Y/N’s face. This time square in her forehead causing some blood to come leaking out. That last yelp caught the attention of some people sitting nearby you and they looked at you with either pity or annoyance. Seychelles knowing that America was being a dick rose her voice a little louder to try to assert dominance and try to keep Y/N out of America’s mind if even for a few minutes.
Y/N eyes were filling to the brim with fresh salt water tears, your heart began to race, palms became clammy with sweat as did your forearms and back. You felt nauseous all of a sudden and you knew you were not going to survive this meeting. You mind begins to drown out every sound in the room and you place your hands on the table to steady yourself. Japan decided to shoot her a text.
Japan: You okay y/n do you need water?
Y/N looked to the right to see the man who held no emotion in his eyes and had a gleam of concern within them and maybe even a hint of distress. Even he was becoming concerned with how aggressive towards you. You nod, but pack your bag and leave. You didn’t want to breathe the same air as the man who got off to tormenting you.
A few tears slid down your face but that was okay. You were escaping anyways.
As you left an awkward silence took over the room and no one dared to make eye contact with America. No one wanted to be his new punching bag. Except for a pair of emerald eyes that dare to challenge his icy blues. England simply removes himself from the room to find and comfort Y/N. Everyone watched England leave in a huff and once he was gone the uncomfortable silence caused a few people to laugh uncomfortably or cough. Seychelles continued on with her presentation in the cheeriest manner that she could carry.
Rushing out of the double doors and down the halls England summoned his familiar Flying Mint Bunny to help him get to Y/N quicker.
“She’s in the northing wing in the third room on the left.”
“Right O!” He picks up his pace. This was his chance to be a gentleman. Your Gentleman. Once he got to the room that you had hidden in he mentally tried to prepare himself. He rested his hand on the ivory door softly so as not to alarm you and tapped on it gently.
“Y/N? Y/N? Are you alright love?” He turned the handle and opened the door slowly. The room's lights were off and he could see that Y/N had settled herself on the back table buried in her arms. She was bawling her eyes out.
‘She’s in really bad shape.’ He walks over and presses a reassuring hand on her back. Y/N kept her head down. She flinched at first from his touch but allowed him to keep his hand on her.
“Why are you here England?” She said in her quivering voice.
“Because I’m worried about you love. I know America has been incredibly nasty to you. And I don’t want to allow that to continue. He’s a complete Jackass for hurting a lovely lady such as yourself. But it’s also because I love you….” then he paused at his words and tried to take it back.
“Because I care for you! Yes! Care for you that's it. That right eh?” He was clearly becoming flustered and tripping over his words becoming tongue-tied. “I will be your gentleman your knight in shining armor.” Your mind and heart needed a few moments to process his words. The way he spoke was so funny because it was rare when you saw the softer side of England. You began to giggle and the luger began to grow like sunshine breaking through dawn. The more that England listened to your heavenly voice the more his heart swelled with love. His pale cheeks were dusted by sugary pink fairy dust.
‘I really am in love, aren’t I? Blast and no one else through history has ever made me feel this way before. I really want to give my all to keep Y/N safe.’
“Hello? Earth to Mr.British Rose Tea.. are you….” You looked to your wrist cuffs to help ease the tension in your heart and to steady your voice and concentrate. “Sincere about loving me?”
England bit his bottom lip and was doing his best to remain composed despite being flustered.
“Yes….It is y/n?” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rested his head close to your faces and whispered into your ear:
“I love you y/n so sign an agreement with me and I can and I promise I will treat you like a Queen and protect you.” Your skin pricked with excitement at the prospect of life being by England’s side. It also meant that America couldn’t hurt you as easily.
“We can be together.” His voice trailed of as he wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you into a steamy kiss. All of the words and actions were being viewed by a blue eyed monster who was not happy that you were cozying up to the British bastard. He closed his labtop and pulls all but one earbud out. He rises from his seat and leave the meeting as well.
‘That look in the Americans eyes. I hope eyebrows and y/n know how to hide well because those two will be goners if they don’t stay out of sight.” France worried for the safety of his friends.
Francis: Mon Ame eyebrows I hope you and y/n are far away from here America is coming.
By the time Englands phone received the message it was already too late.
“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER.” It sounded like thunder was cracking against your eardrums. America walked closer each step brought cracks against the marble floor. He flung you aside while he gripped England’s windpipe tightly, America snapped the British Gentlemens neck with one flick of his wrists and he wouldn’t recover for a few weeks.
“Arthur!” America snapped his head back to y/n’s shaky from that was trying to scurry backwards. America now wore a sweet yet mnetioning smile. He lunged at you and pinned you to the ground.
“You’ll never see the light of day again.” He pulled out a syringe and injected it into your neck. Your body began to feel light and you felt the liquid rush through your veins making you drift into the darkness, something you’ll have to become accustomed to.
#hetalia fandom#hetalia america#aph allies#aph america#yandere x reader#yandere hetalia x reader#yandere hetalia#hws america#headingalaxys writes stuff#headingalaxys spicy writes#headingalaxys spicy#hetalia fanfiction writers#hetalia fanfiction
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Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU
Gil falls asleep on Thenas Couch while waiting for her to finish her paperwork. Let’s do some soft Thena moment :)
Thena sat back with a sigh, finally done with her paperwork for the day. There were some rather big deals coming through and she had a little extra workload for it. But it would be a very lucrative investment for her business once they were done with it.
Gil had been patiently waiting for her to be done with her work so they could spend some time together.
She still didn't think it was good for his business - or his image - to always be hovering around her. But she had, at least, stopped trying to argue him out of it. It didn't do any good, anyway.
"Gil?" she called softly, standing from her desk chair, "I'm done."
No response.
"Gil?" she asked again, a faint clench in her chest as she wondered if maybe he was a little mad at her for making him wait around so long. She wasn't the one who asked him to!
Gil was asleep, stretched out on her work couch and so out of it he was drooling a little.
Thena rolled her eyes at her terrifying Tyrant King--sleeping like a baby. She walked over to him, pulling his pocket square from his suit jacket to wipe off the corner of his mouth. "Helpless thing."
Gil barely even stirred as she lifted his head to place it in her lap.
The Ice Queen settled herself on the couch next to him, running her fingers through his hair and pulling out a book she only ever read in solitude. She was working on her Korean.
She hadn't exactly told Gil explicitly that she was learning it, nor did she have any desire. And most certainly she hadn't spoken any to or even around him, yet. But she thought it was important to have some in her vocabulary. It was good business, of course.
It wasn't in case she ever had to meet his family for herself--certainly not so that if she ever saw the Little Heiress again she could tell her off in her own language.
It certainly wasn't because she had assumed that Gil's family would demand to have a traditional Korean wedding ceremony, regardless of what their own plans were.
If she had ever considered things like that, which she wasn't, really.
Thena's eyes left her vocabulary book and drifted down to the Tyrant King himself. He was blissfully asleep with his head on her thighs. She looked down to the open collar of his white shirt, allowing the edges of his tattoo sleeves to peek out. She looked down at his hand resting on his chest, rising and falling slowly and steadily.
Thena slid her hand under his and lifted it gently, careful not to wake him. She held the hand, turning it faintly under the light to examine the tattoo on his ring finger. It was visibly newer than the rest of the sleeve encroaching down the back of his hand. It was also fairly intricate, featuring some kind of design rather than being a solid band of ink. She pulled it closer.
It was the pattern that was woven into her lace shawl.
He must have drawn it out for his tattoo artist to render it--and in such a small form.
Gil turned over and Thena gently laid his hand down again, brushing her hand over his forehead to keep him in his state of slumbering. It seemed to work as he shifted, only so he could snuggle his face into her dress.
Thena sighed, allowing him the indulgence only while he was asleep and they were alone.
"Boss?"
Thena paused for a moment. She could debate not answering, which would send Kingo away without a second thought to why she hadn't responded. And if it were truly important, the information would get to her one way or another.
"Come in."
"Hey, I--oh," Kingo blinked and yet didn't seem particularly surprised by the body of the Tyrant King himself residing in her lap. "Sorry to interrupt."
Thena just glared at him, her hand on Gil's forehead, "what is it?"
"I just wanted to tell you that the deal in Seychelles went through," Kingo said softly, kneeling down to the armrest of the couch with the file. "I'm putting the paperwork through and we'll see our turn of the profit within the week."
"Thank you."
Kingo looked up at the Ice Queen and then down to the man in her lap and back up again. "You smile more when he's around."
"Shut up."
"I mean it," Kingo smiled at his boss and frankly one of his oldest friends. This wasn't his teasing grin or a shit-eating smirk he got when he was proven right about something. This was Kingo and Thena. "You're happier with him."
Thena looked down at Gil, sighing as she smoothed over his hair again, "maybe."
"it's a good thing," Kingo patted the sofa armrest before standing again, "all I'm saying."
Thena smiled at him before he saw himself out to complete the work day. He was right, and she was entirely too aware of it. She was happier with Gil--she was a little too happy, maybe frighteningly happy. But she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do about that when he did things like this.
Or when he started keeping lilies on his desk because he said they reminded him of her perfume. Or when he took care of her when she was bedridden or even when he was naming fish he'd bought after her. How was she supposed to resist loving him like that?
Thena set her book aside. Her mind wasn't geared for learning at the moment anyway. She continued to pet his hair idly, both for his comfort and hers. The other hand undid one more shirt button and slipped inside so she could feel his heartbeat against her palm.
That steady rhythm was a promise, and a comfort, and a vow, and her favourite song. It was the same beat of her own silly little heart.
"Hey."
"Hey," she smiled in an unusually soft way--in an unusually soft moment. She tilted her head, her hair pooling around him on her lap. "Enjoy your little nap?"
"I am now," he grinned up at her, happily shimmying his shoulders against her legs. "How long was I out?"
"Not long." Not that she would have told him even if he had been asleep for ages. "I just sat down."
"Then maybe you should lie down too," he suggested eagerly, his eyes brightening at the very notion.
"Some of us know better than to nap on stiff work furniture."
"It's comfortable enough for us to-"
Thena leaned down, pressing her lips to his before he could complete that thought. He happily abandoned it in favour of kissing her.
#Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU#because there is always time#for a soft steady quiet moment#these two deserve all the things any couple deserves#and that includes moments to be gentle and mushy and cute#and stupidly in love with each other#Thena really said I am the Ice Queen with a frozen heart#and then sat down and petted her boyfriend's hair and stroked his cheek#and listened to his heartbeat like it was a love song
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I feel like France is pretty much only a good parental figure to America in particular - and that is mostly because he never had to actually parent America
England was the one who actually parented Al (poorly, but he did!). France certainly had a disproportionate influence on his culture and politics, but he was more like an over involved godparent who occasionally showed up to drag young America around high society like "look at my perfect little enlightenment baby 😇 He's barely two centuries old and he's already thinking about democracy and the inherent nature of man! Of course I'm going to give him the Louisiana Territory and help him beat the shit out of England, he can do no wrong"
He didn't have to actually deal with tantrums or healthy social development or any of the actually challenging parts of child rearing that he had to handle when raising other young nations like Canada and Seychelles. And when he did actually have to deal with those parts of parenting he was fucking terrible at it. Like he doesn't have nearly such a positive relationship with this other adult children and there's a reason for it! France is great at being the fun, irresponsible, Uncle figure but he should not be allowed to actually raise children.
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There will be reviews.😃
AU is another dream come true.
AU is a big deal in the fandom and being a late bloomer as always I avoided it for quite a while until suddenly it hit me.
In the form of:
" Performance in a leading role " by MadLori and like it was when I only wanted to watch 10 minutes of Sherlock to understand ( or not) the hype it was love on first sight!
Shortly after I started the Doctor series by Jill Ballier and 7PercentSolution.
And there are times when I even forget that Sherlock and John are not actually real doctors because it's so good.
The AU world ( as the complete SH FF) is filled with creativity and brilliance.
Before I crashed into the almost fatal wave of depression in summer I was about to review the Doctor series:
You go to my head " lengthy on a blog but had to withdraw all activities for months.
I won't put myself under pressure but I will review the series and some other AU's I totally love and enjoy.
Simply because I'm head over heels in love with the fact that AU brought me a complete different yet fantastic world where Sherlock and John still being themselves but in another environment.
I have a whole file with pics that matches with my AU Mind Palace.
They are mostly non Sherlock pics because a crime scene doesn't really match a Johnlock holiday in the Seychelles.
But those pictures only matching my imagination with the stuff I'm reading.
It never absolutely never reflects Freebatch or any other gossip.
I keep my nose out of other people's sexuality.
It's fictional love for me all the way and that's why I shamelessly use two pretty attractive guys for my mind palace.
But I have to talk about Dr. Holmes and other stories capable or not.
Otherwise I would choke on my happiness 🤣
#johnlock#bbc sherlock#alternate universe#great stuff#holmesinlove#sherlock loves john#fandom#fanfiction#review
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Tbf to SnC 25x25 was inauthentic, they had other people filming it, they had other people editing it with them, it was a lot more scripted and it was stuff which everyone else on youtube was doing at the time. Though there were moments within the series which did shine and show the real them, a lot of it felt incredibly fake and plastic and wooden and just soso cringey.
25x25 also felt very rich boys waving money around and show offy to me, which made it rather unrelatable in all honesty and this was the main reason alot of the group of SnC fans I knew online completely stopped watching them. (they stopped watching TFIL for much the same reasons very quickly)
So I can understand when they say it's inauthentic because in truth it was. We get a lot more authentic stuff in their haunted content because they do all of it themselves and its a lot less scripted and less planned out which can also be viewed as a bad thing cos as you said it means they work none stop and take no breaks even when one of them is seriously ill.
I will say I loved parts of 25x25 but overall thinking them talking badly about it is a sign of their downfall like you seem to suggest shows that you don't view their content with quite the same eyes as a lot of the fandom.
Also sorry to burst the bubble but they've always been about the money ever since they started selling merch, so it is mildly amusing you've only just noticed that now.
your idea of authentic and my idea of authentic are very much opposite lol
bc while the content they do now, in theory, is them… so was 25x25, especially the earlier episodes.
before snc started 25x25, they were so EXCITED to film this content. they couldn't wait to post about it, they were hyped as hell to film bc it was fresh and new. that level of excitement, to me, hasn't been seen since when it comes to them talking about the content they make now. maybe with the original hell week. that was about the last time they felt genuinely excited for what they were making.
the first episode was about them getting tattoos that were about one another. it was about them connecting and showing how much they cared about one another. they showed how much they trusted each other by giving one another tattoos. that episode was all about their friendship. the car crash/drifting one was about confronting past traumas, same with the video of sam jumping off the rock in seychelles after breaking his back. the scuba diving video was how to deal with anxiety on a massive scale and really pushing yourself to do something you want to do.
these videos were such a great look into who they were as ppl, something that this fandom has bitched about since day one. everyone wants to be close to snc, and they handed that to us on a silver platter, but too many ppl wanted ~spooky content~. once the reception of their new content died off and ppl weren't watching, snc clearly lost all momentum they had for what they were creating, which is why you get things like the vegas video. like yeah, that was a little braggadocios, but snc aren't exactly poor middle class americans either. they have two fucking mcmansions, one of which they were living in at the time. having money is very much an snc thing. colby's closet is kinda proof of that alone lol
i think it also didn't play out in their favor bc it was the middle of the pandemic and travelling was still a no go. so doing exclusively travel content kinda seemed dumb and irresponsible. and it was. a lot of the content they made, they could have done back home or at least with a lot less travelling. but that mixed with ppl just wanting the same old content from them, even tho it wasn't gonna happen for a while, caused a lot of ppl to dip from snc's content altogether. it also didn't help that being in this fandom at the time was kind of a hellscape.
could 25x25 be a little over produced at times? sure. i won't argue against that. but to pretend that it was less like snc isn't reality, to me. that was them just as much as this content is them. the difference is they had a fire under their ass to make something back then. they had passion. and now this… this just feels like a job. like going thru the motions.
that's not to say i think they don't care about their content at all. clearly they do. but the spark of passion they one had for this haunted content is gone to me. they pigeonholed themselves into being ghost hunters and now are somewhat regretting it. they overwork themselves and have no personal lives. and that is causing them to have burn out that will eventually come to bite them in the ass.
and obviously they do shit for money and views. it's their job after all. i've never pretended to not know that. but there is a difference between "i get to work a job i love and also make a lot of money" and "i'm doing this job bc it makes money, it is what it is". it's the lack of love for the content that is starting to seep thru, imo.
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Income source for Kim laundering scheme
Another income source for Kim was the funds he obtained after laundering the stolen Ukranian budgetary money. Particularly, Kim’s counteragent company known as Oxlord was specifically founded in Seychelles by the Intrahold AG as well as the Monohold AG companies for fraudulent activities:
https://find-and-update.company-information.service.gov.uk/company/OC334665/officers
The following companies are often mentioned in journalist investigations on the subject of president Yanukovych and his corruption.
The following companies are figurants of withdrawing significant funds from Moldova: https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2015/06/the-bank-fraud-in-moldova-and-20000-opaque-british-corporations.html
And once more, although Jossiv Kim have reached another level of criminal activities, international level even, he could not steer clear of the petty theft. In 2008 Kim was arrested in Florence, Italy for selling certain stolen items.
Although Hodak was doing his best and engaging the best lawyers to strike a deal, Kim was sentenced to jail Greedy bastard had to spend time behind bars and during this very period, his sick mind started to play tricks on him. He started to believe that he was a marine on a top secret assignment. Finally, after several months of hard work, Hodak has managed to help Kim enter a plea bargain. Kim was put under home arrest, but he soon escaped, never to be seen on Italian territory again. Quite a typical situation for Kim took place in Riga, where he was trying to claim that his old car was stolen (in truth, he simply sold the card to the Afghans). He was trying to get the meager insurance compensation that way.
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